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Drew this as part of a package I sent to @spinetrick and now that she’s gotten it in the mail I can finally post it. <3

Don’t ever tell me that marching band isn’t important.

I have had so many problems with public schools putting all the emphasis on athletics. When a school’s budget is cut, they don’t choose to take a little from each program. No. They choose to completely eradicate the arts programs, usually starting with the marching band. If you don’t play sports, you’re not a valuable asset, you’re not qualified for scholarships, and you mean nothing. Marching band? Why would we be impressed that you’re in marching band?

Anyone can do that.

Okay, fine. Anyone can do marching band. Anyone can spend hours on the field doing the same forty-second section over and over and over and over. Anyone can hit over 75 precise dots on the field with the correct step sizes, the correct amount of steps, the correct timing, without being so much as an inch to either side, in order and without looking at the yard line markers or the field. Anyone can memorize all of those extremely specific points on the grass and varying counts for steps and then execute them with a shako visor pulled down over your eyes and looking up at the press box the whole time. If you look down at the yard line markers to see where you are, congratulations, you just lost points for the group.

Anyone can memorize eight pages of notes, rhythms, dynamics, phrasing, and tempos. (But of course, before you do that you have to learn an instrument with hundreds of different fingerings and learn how to make slight changes in your lips to change notes and stay in tune.) Memorize all seven and a half minutes of music and then marry it to the seventy-five pages of drill you memorized. Do them both perfectly and at the same time. But you can’t just do what you memorized. You have to do it in perfect sync with everyone around you and know how to make the slightest adjustments to fit perfectly within the group. If you’re an inch to the right or barely a thousandth of a step sharp, it’ll throw everything off.

But anyone can do that.

Then add in the fact that you don’t get any individual credit for doing this. The closest you’ll come to recognition is your identity lumped into “The Such-and-Such Marching Band” as you all march onto the field looking exactly the same. You don’t have a number on your back. You have a uniform intended to erase you and turn you into dot T14 and nothing more.

But, for some reason you can’t explain, you love it. You love throwing everything you have into this ridiculously precise pursuit and then not getting any credit for it. You start thanking people when they call you a band geek. You start taping pictures of marching bands into your locker. You start wearing your band shirt everywhere you go. Because you look at the person in an identical uniform next to you and you know that you’ve done this for them and they’ve done this for you. This is more than just a team, this is a family; and if one person is missing from the form, the show can’t ever be the same. 

It costs so much money, so much time. You’re out there on the field in the blazing sun for fourteen hours a day during summer band camp, out in the street getting frostbite on your fingertips during the holiday parade. If anyone knew what you went through for this, they would wonder what made it all worth it.

And the truth is, what makes it all worth it cannot be described. It’s the camaraderie between you and the center snare, the colorguard newbie, the tenor sax player in the set in front of you. It’s the sunset behind you lighting up the back of your plume. It’s the hazy nostalgia that racks your chest with emotion. There’s something about the family you’ve chosen and the experience you’ve internalized that gives you the passion to throw everything down onto that field like nothing else matters in the world… because in that moment, it’s true. 

Your nerves are damaged from the cold. Your skin is damaged from the sun. Your joints are damaged from marching and marching and marching. You’re physically and mentally drained, your body is irreversibly compromised, you’re broke as hell, and all you have to show for it is a polyester jacket and a couple of blurry photographs.

But sports are what require hard work and dedication, not marching band.

Even though you complained basically the entire time you marched and even though you’re done with it, you pull out those photographs and you remember. You remember your first day of high school band camp when you had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into. You remember your first final retreat when they announced your band’s name as state champions, and you wanted to cry with happiness but you weren’t allowed to move, so you just clenched your fists so tight that your fingernails dug white crescents into your palms. You remember coming back the next year and thinking you knew everything as a sophomore, only to realize there was still so much to learn. You remember the band trips you spent months fundraising for, all the lame tourist attractions you visited between performances, and how you wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world. You remember being a junior and getting nervous because people looked up to you now: as an upperclassman, as a section leader, as a friend. And then you were a senior and you cried on the final day of band camp. You remember how your life became a series of lasts. You had to decide which of the freshmen would inherit your band cubby, your lucky bottle of valve oil, your bus seat. You went to graduation but it didn’t mean anything because you still had one last band trip coming up. You didn’t shed a tear when you tossed your cap but you cried like a child after your last parade. You remember on the plane ride home, you expected to feel devastated and heartbroken, but you just felt… empty.

You remember printing out what seemed like the most difficult solo in the world. You remember driving up to your college and entering a room with a chair and a stand and a couple of people giving you skeptical looks. You remember getting an email from the college marching band with your audition results and reading it with tears of joy in your eyes because you realized it was starting all over again.

But marching band doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.

Tell me that it doesn’t matter. Tell me as many times as you want. You could scream it in my face and I still wouldn’t hear because the music we’re making is too damn loud to let anything else in. 

Tell me that it doesn’t matter when I’m standing on the field for the last time, knowing that everything behind me will last forever and that nothing will ever mean more to me than this… and all you’ve got is some money and a jersey with a number on the back.

Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important. It is everything to me, and it is everything to millions of other band geeks across the world.

When you refuse to support kids because they participate in the arts rather than athletics, you’re no better than the football player who takes lunch money from nerds.

To all of my fellow band geeks… keep marching, even if the world tells you it’s not worth it. It is. God, it is worth it, in ways no one else but you will ever understand. Continue your band career in college. Audition for a drum corps. Stay active in your high school band as an alumnus supporter. You are all my family. 

List of kisses in “Shadow Kiss” MV


  • 0:24 - TomiSen (Tomitake/Nibansenji)
  • 0:34 - ShiroiBento (Shirofuku/Nozakibento)
  • 0:38 - TomiPuri (Tomitake/Kimagure Prince)
  • 0:40 - AniBento (Nichan/Nozakibento)
  • 0:41 - GeruSen (Forgeru/Nibansenji)
  • 0:46 - TomiAo (Tomitake/Aoi)
  • 0:47 - AniSen (Nichan/Nibansenji)
  • 0:49 - KusoGeru (Nokkuso/Forgeru)
  • 0:54 - TomiGeru (Tomitake/Forgeru)
  • 1:02 - ShiroSen (Shirofuku/Nibansenji)
  • 1:05 - AniKuso (Nichan/Nokkuso)
  • 1:07 - AoGeru (Aoi/Forgeru)
  • 1:10 - Oyako (Aoi/Nozakibento)
  • 1:14 - ShiroAni (Shirofuku/Nichan)
  • 1:17 - Chin Bros (Tomitake/Nokkuso)
  • 1:19 - KimagureBento (Kimagure Prince/Nozakibento)
  • 1:28 - AoPuri (Aoi/Kimagure Prince)
  • 1:35 - KusoSen (Nokkuso/Nibansenji)
  • 1:37 - NozaGeru (Nozakibento/Forgeru)
  • 1:38 - AoAni (Aoi/Nichan)
  • 1:42 - NozaKusoBento (Nozakibento/Nokkuso)
  • 1:44 - AniGeru (Nichan/Forgeru)
  • 1:45 - ShiroPuri (Shirofuku/Kimagure Prince)
  • 1:54 - ShiroAo (Shirofuku/Aoi)
  • 2:02 KusoPuri (Nokkuso/Kimagure Prince)
  • 2:04 - AniPuri (Nichan/Kimagure Prince)
  • 2:10 - Momogumi (Tomitake/Nichan)
  • 2:12 - AoKuso (Aoi/Nokkuso)
  • 2:14 - ShiroGeru (Shirofuku/Forgeru)
  • 3:15 - SenPun (Nibansenji/Kimagure Prince)
  • 3:19 - NozaTomi (Nozakibento/Tomitake)
  • 3:22 - PunGeru (Kimagure Prince/Forgeru)
  • 3:26 - AoSen (Aoi/Nibansenji)
  • 3:28 - JigokuYurei (NIbansenji/Nozakibento)
  • 3:20 - ShiroKuso (Shirofuku/Nokkuso)
  • 3:38 - ShiroTomi (Shirofuku/Tomitake)
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hey so why did all the boy group stans sleep on this last year

What the Boys Do When They're Home
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b></b> 6/9/17<p/><b>Corbyn:</b> *takes artsy selfies and hangs out with Christina*<p/><b>Jack:</b> *posts vids of him with his friends* *skateboarding* *cute moments with lil sis*<p/><b>Jonah:</b> *swimming* *posts swoon worthy shirtless pic on snapchat*<p/><b>Daniel:</b> *makes cute tribute posts to his long time bff* *cute low angle selfies*<p/><b>Zach:</b> *hits a million followers on IG*<p/></p><p/></p>

i get sad when people say they stopped shipping Larry because it became too much of a “conspiracy” for them. Like, it’s a forbidden gay romance in a multi-million dollar pop band, the fuck did you think you were getting into?

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Fun. Fan Things

- Jumping the Shark = Headlights ?
- To All the Girls I’ve Slept With
- When Nates pants were so tight you could see his boxers rolled up on his legs
- When Nate told Colbert he doesn’t wear underwear or socks
- Jack’s red striped shirt
- Andrew’s jean jacket
- Doing hours of research trying to figure out what jail dinner really meant but never quite figuring it out
- Nate’s (fake?) glasses
- The juggling poster
- Jack’s labrinth piercing
- Aim & Ignite album art changing lives
- All the beautiful fan tattoos
- The heartbreak on 2/4/15 reading the note from the band
- Trying to cope with the possibility of never getting another album or concert
- Nate’s dancing around stage
- When they played at the White House
- Nate talked about the next album in a Rolling Stones interview and then it never happened so there are probably partial fun. songs floating around right now that we don’t know about and that fucks me up
- Will Emily & Nattie
- Trying to accept the fans that only liked We Are Young, Some Nights, and/or never included the period
- Bad fun. puns
- The Bubble Song, What the Fuck, Stitch Me Up, C'mon, etc etc etc
- Their standing up for gay rights before it was a popular platform to take
- Donating to the ally coalition and other gay support charities with every ticket purchased
- Hammer hands
- Nate saying “what the fuck is that???” in the middle of answering a question in an interview
- Endoplasmic reticulum
- Performing with Queen
- The band drawing each other
- Nate’s live stream interview
- Eat shit and die, motherfuckers.