pep practice


I wanted an AU where Dan doesn’t manage to kill his human self after his creation. (Has this been done a thousand times yet?) And human Danny just stays with human Vlad in the cave as they try to come up with ways to save their universe.

I have mental images of Danny and Vlad giving each other haircuts. (Possibly shaving, depending on abundance of mirrors…) That makes me happy. I meant to draw Danny with different hairstyles, but I ended up falling in love with that one and it stuck as his post-apocalyptic cut.

I guess if you were to think of it like all universes simultaneously existing, they would still be in their ruined world after Dan goes back in time and is trapped in the thermos. And would probably be the sole living (non-ghost) survivors. (Plus Valerie?) What a lonely timeline…

I don’t want to live in a world where Danny’s future self doesn’t have his mom’s hips.

ok since i literally never shut up about how much i love youngmin i just wanted to talk about my last gifset aka the scene where youngmin gives dongbin a pep talk right after practicing in front of boa. i could talk about everything regarding boys & girls team but i’m gonna focus on this specific moment because it speaks so much about his personality and shows us a little bit of how wonderful he is !!!

everyone here knows that youngmin is always working behind the scenes to help out the other kids and this instance right here is the best example of that. the boys went to sit down in the back and it was another group’s turn to practice so none of the cameras or attention should’ve been on them but that’s how genuine he is; he never intended for people to see or hear his encouragement for dongbin in the first place. he wasn’t doing it bc he wanted to look good in front of the camera, he was doing it for the sake of his team member and his team member only. he wasn’t making a big fuss out of it and he wasn’t trying to prove how nice of a person he was. his compassion for the other boys on this show is simply so genuine.

when youngmin talked about how nervous he was, he wasn’t comparing his situation to dongbin’s. even tho he was a bnm trainee who had a lot of burden and pressure, he wasn’t using it as a way to guilt dongbin. he didn’t mean “oh you shouldn’t be nervous, i’m the one who has more pressure and more consequences, etc.” or anything that made dongbin feel inferior; in fact, he was sharing his worries with dongbin to make him realize that they were both the same. he was letting dongbin know that he understood how nervous he was bc he felt the same way too, that it was natural for them to be nervous and they shouldn’t be ashamed of it. here he was acting as an older figure by reassuring dongbin that even tho they’re nervous, they can still do this.

another important thing that youngmin does is that he doesn’t blame dongbin for his lack of rapping skills. yes, everyone knows that dongbin’s rapping skills are not up to par and that he’s struggling, but he never outright criticizes him for not being able to do something. instead he addressed dongbin’s fear of failing onstage bc his confidence is what really makes or breaks his performance. when youngmin points out to dongbin that he has performed well before and that he can do it again, he’s reminding him of his value and how successful he can (and will) be. not only does that help dongbin gain some more self-esteem, it shows how much he cares about him to remember his past achievements when they weren’t even on the same team.

the tone youngmin uses might seem intimidating at first bc he’s talking so fast and firmly but when you pair it with his hand gestures and body posture, you can definitely tell that he’s just concerned and wants to be able to help ease dongbin’s troubled mind. he gives dongbin his full attention and even takes his hand into his for support. he never breaks eye contact and the fist bump he initiates at the end makes it clear to dongbin that he is not angry with him and that he is not blaming him in the slightest. youngmin knows how to communicate with others well, especially with those younger than him since he has a younger brother at home, and it really helps him establish the trust and bond between him and his team members as both a mentor and a friend who wants the best for him. i don’t know how dongbin views youngmin but compared to how his previous team treated him when they were picking the center, i hope he was able to see how much youngmin truly cared for him and wanted him to improve with his own ability.

anyways that’s all i wanted to say about this, or all i remember right now anyways i just really love youngmin a lot and the way he treats other people on the show is really inspiring he’s truly an angel a gift to the world and i love him so much ;;;

anonymous asked:

Genji realizing he has it bad for his not-yet-s/o and trying to figure out how to confess?

when you’re a cyborg ninja but you’re still a gotdamn nerd.

Genji hasn’t ever really considered romance. He had many flings in his youth. Cheeky little trysts and summer loves that never really went anywhere. Then after his sudden expulsion from the Shimada clan, he was too focused on recovery and rediscovering himself. Years of physical therapy and soul seeking left the thought of finding The One in the back of his mind. Maybe in the next twenty years or so?

And then you come along. You two had been good friends for a while. Occasional workmates. Genji was content with that. And then there’s one afternoon, one rare day where the both of your schedules are free. You both leap on the opportunity to be incredibly unprofessional and raid the one vending machine on base and work on beating the high record on the old arcade machine in one of the spare storage units.

Neither of you know who GABE is but his high score has been unbeaten on that machine for maybe decades now and you’re determined to beat him.

Somewhere in the midst of you flicking cashews at him and taunting “Don’t get distracted!” it hits him like one of the grand spiritual epiphanies Zenyatta has told him about. He likes you an awful lot. He would love to be something more with you. His concentration breaks, the screen blaring in a 16-bit “GAME OVER; INSERT COIN TO CONTINUE”. It’s when you’re playfully shoving him off the seat to show him how it’s done that he starts to panic a bit.

He spends a lot of time thinking about it. Not that he’d ever let on, of course. He’s got a lot of self discipline and a lot of trepidation. Would it work? Could it ever work? Would you feel the same? For a week he’s a bit more quiet around you while he sorts everything out in his head.

Genji hasn’t had a proper love that he can recall. His time as a young teen was full of many partners. He flitted between them easily, playing up his young mob boss routine or boyish charm to help attract whoever caught his eye at the time. He spent hours sweet talking and seducing people like it was a side hobby. For the first time it’s sincere. For the first time there’s a serious emotional investment behind all the smooth talking, and that’s what throws him for a loop the most.

So he starts out slow. He makes gentle attempts to spend more time with you. He’ll invite you to come visit Zenyatta with him one day. Come tag along with him while he gets his gear checked at the armory another. Hanzo sent him an entire cake for Christmas, can you please come help him eat it?

He starts to treasure all the time you spend together. While he enjoyed it beforehand, now he cherishes it. Already he feels like you’ve expanded his worldview a bit, made him change how he looks at things and that just makes him fall harder and faster. Whenever he’s with you he’s one foot on the ground, one on another dimensional plane. Caught between appreciating this wonderful new light you’ve given him and then internally panicking because oh he’s got it bad.

He decides a week ahead of time when and how exactly he’s going to confess, after a long trial of elimination on the best way. An intimate dinner at a high class restaurant? He knows all the good ones. A casual coffee date? A romantic stroll through a park? A long discussion over the mess hall rations?  Should he present flowers? Chocolates?

Oh heavens do people even DO that or is that just a grand conspiracy fueled by romance movies.

It’s Zenyatta who helps him make up his mind. Some gentle advice and a practical pep talk and he decides the best way to Do It is in the most natural way possible. He’ll indulge in one more day with you, and let you know when the moment strikes him. Organic and easy.

Except it isn’t. The next time you two have an unscheduled day together, it’s spent in his quarters. An old holotape plays on the TV, half ignored. You two make small talk. He shows you an old haori from before he left the Shimada family. The entire time, he’s waiting for that moment to come, that perfect moment to spill his synthetic guts. It simply doesn’t come. It always feels too sudden or too imposing. By the end of the afternoon he’s incredibly frustrated at himself, practically buzzing with nervous energy.

When you mention that it’s time you headed back to your own quarters, he immediately offers to walk you back. Almost shouts it. He dawdles the entire short walk, hoping to buy time for The Moment as if it was simply late and all he had to do was let it catch up. It’s only when you’re at your door, jabbing him with your elbow and asking what’s been bothering him that he decides he can’t wait a second longer and tells you.

He babbles for a hot minute. He never expected to feel like this it just snuck up on him but you’re lovely and he thinks so much of you and he doesn’t want you to feel obligated because he can take rejection and he doesn’t want anything one-sided but if you could think on it and if you think it could work that would make him incredibly happy beyond words but you mustn’t feel like you have to say yes just to make him happy because he wants you to be happy sorry this is all so sudden trust him he wasn’t expecting it either and he’s wanted to tell you for so long and-

You’ll have to interrupt him to get him to stop. Grab his hand. He starts a bit, every muscle tensed. Then it all melts away, his hand tentatively returning your grip. Vents along his shoulders hiss suddenly, making him chuckle nervously. He hasn’t been nervous in years.

He spends the rest of the night in your quarters. You two sit on the bed and talk, and it’s awkward at first. Long pauses and sideways glances. Your hands are constantly nudging though. By the end of the night, you’re both curled around each other, laughing and teasing as usual. You poke him gently and make some light hearted jab about how daft he was to agonize over this for so long. He simply grins like he’s the luckiest man alive.

Oh Captain My Co-Captain

Pairing: Oliver Wood X Reader

Prompt: You and Oliver have always butted heads as the leaders of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. When you finally face your problem, a lot more than anger is revealed.

Warnings: A few insults, but nothing too edgy. Maybe uncalled for anger. It gets better in the end I promise.

A/N: For some reason I really had an epiphany or something with this prompt. I’ve had the ideas to write it for a while but didn’t have the time to finish it until now. And I didn’t take years to put out another oneshot!!

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

    Tuesday. Practice day. You could never pinpoint what feeling you had on these Tuesdays. It was a strange mixture of excitement, dread, and a drop of anger that made this day feel like a terribly brewed potion. The first few matches of the year had already passed, and you felt less than thrilled at the team’s performance so far. Of course, things wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it weren’t for Oliver Wood created a mess whenever he so much as uttered two words.

    You cleared your thoughts and took a deep breath. Getting upset would be useless. The past was just that, and you had to focus on future games if not simple for your sanity’s sake. That, and you also had a feeling that if your friends heard you vent all your pent up anger to them one more time they would surely send you to get anger management assistance. You grabbed your broom and began to march down to the Quidditch Pitch. You glanced at the clock before you left, and grimaced. Half a minute late. This certainly was not good news.

    The green rolling hills of Hogwarts and the occasional wildflowers were quite possibly the best parts about the Hogwarts outdoors. It wasn’t as daunting as the Forbidden Forest, or as eerie as the lake. Just the right amount of tranquility and fresh nature. Of course, the peace and serenity didn’t last long as you approached the Quidditch Field. Oliver already began his pre-practice pep talk. 

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From the moment they met, Jack knew this was the man with which he would spend the rest of his life. 

“I hope y'all like pecan pie,” Eric Bittle said. He was small, blond, and southern, with a smile that could brighten a room and a pie that smelled like heaven held gently in his hands. Ransom and Holster were on him in seconds.

“Holy shit, did you make this? It’s spectacular!” said Holster, pieces of pecan flying from his mouth. He hadn’t bothered to grab a plate, or a fork, or anything resembling kitchen ware for that matter. 

“Uhh, yes?” Eric looked scandalized. Ransom and Shitty had joined in, grabbing bits of pie and cramming it in their mouths with a voracity that challenged wild hyenas. 

Jack was perched on the edge of the dining hall table, watching the chaos unfold. This wasn’t how he thought it would happen. After a moment, he rolled up his sleeve, tracing his fingers over the soul mark that occupied the inside of his arm. ‘I hope y'all like pecan pie’ was written in large loopy letters. From where Jack sat, he could see the rest of the boys converging on Bittle’s pie. He smiled at the horrified look on Eric’s face. He would be easy to love, Jack thought. 

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The Beginning (Jughead x Female Reader)

Word Count: 1268 words

Warnings: none

A/N: So this is my first time posting anything I’ve written and I’m really nervous but I hope you enjoy it!

It was one month after Jason Blossom had been declared missing. One month after Cheryl had been found, wet and crying at Sweetwater river but it had been one year and one month since anyone had seen the other Blossom sibling. (Y/n) Blossom had left Riverdale with the idea firmly planted in her and her parent’s head that she would never return but as she crossed the bridge over Sweetwater River and passed the old Riverdale sign, she had a feeling that she won’t be leaving Riverdale anytime soon.

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who knew Grace and Frankie could be a visual pep talk?

The Netflix series Grace and Frankie is a practical visual pep talk. It’s rare that a television show has me smile and laugh out loud so much but a big kudos to my favorites Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin for the show. It cheers me up big time 

anonymous asked:

how do you practice without wanting to throw the horn across the room? thanks

sorry for taking so long to respond, i wanted to do this from the computer so i could get all my thoughts out the right way

i’ve been exactly where you are, anon. in fact, i was there last night. i lay on the floor and cried because i thought i’d never be good enough to satisfy myself, or anyone else.

today, i went into my horn lesson and had the best lesson of my life.

you know how? i got angry. i decided i never wanted to feel like that again, and that if my brain was going to tell me i wasn’t any good, i was going to prove it dead. wrong. and even if you’re not thinking that coherently, even if you’re just screaming in rage in your head, channeling anger can seriously help.

but i know it’s not always a matter of your self-talk. your practice itself has to count too. so if you’re stuck in a rut, pull out something you like playing. remind yourself why you like this instrument. some people feel better if they just listen to horn music, but i have to actually play it, and remind myself that not only do i love this instrument, but i love the way i play this instrument. because nobody does it like me. nobody’s timbre or articulation is quite like mine. do i have perfect habits? nope. do i always sound good? hell nope. but some days i do. and i play for those days. the same goes for you. find what you have to offer, and develop that.

that’s the pep talk portion. actual practical things to keep in mind for effective horn (or any instrument really) practice:

  • make sure you warm up well, whatever that means for you, or for what you’re practicing.
  • warm up your range in a balanced way; however high you warm up, make sure you also go at least that far down from middle C. same goes for warming up your low range; play the high register too.
  • sometimes if you fumble a difficult part, it helps to stop and slow it down, play it a bunch, get it to tempo, and then just continue on. it’s like making a pit stop.
  • if you’re having big troubles, turn your metronome way down and play the first two notes of the phrase a few times. then the first three notes. then the first four, and keep adding them until you’ve done the whole phrase. ease it up to tempo. if you’re still struggling, do the add-a-note thing every time you crank up the tempo.
  • if the passage you’re struggling with is an even rhythm, vary the rhythm. if it’s an eighth note passage, play it as 

and then

until it starts to make more sense. the fingerings get easier when you have more time to think about them.

all in all, some days you just do wanna throw the horn. don’t let those defeat you. play something you like. encourage yourself. and remind yourself that nobody does what you do how you do it.

BokuAka Week - Day 6

Title: Bokuto Koutarou is a Hopeless Romantic
Author/Authors: justsportsimagines
Day/Prompt: 6/Graduation
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Side Pairings: None
Summary: It’s graduation day! Assumptions are made. Akaashi can’t really complain about them.
AO3 Link: Here

Akaashi felt like he was watching the scene playing out before him as if he were in a bubble. Everything was blurry around the edges somehow. The voices sounded distant, muffled, like they were talking behind their hands. He was between two students he barely knew—hadn’t ever bothered getting to know, despite the fact that they were in the same class.

The only thing he heard clearly was the call of Bokuto’s name. The only thing he saw without hazy edges was his best friend crossing the stage and taking his diploma.

The smile that stretched across his face made Akaashi’s chest tighten.

And when Bokuto’s eyes scanned the crowd and locked on Akaashi’s, he could feel his chest ache.

He wanted to be happy. He should be happy. His best friend was graduating from high school today, and he’d managed to do so without even a question of whether or not he would pass. Their two years of hard work, practice questions, drilling and drilling over and over again had all paid off. He was going to college now, a good college where he could play volleyball and show off his new skills as a math prodigy.

Akaashi should be so happy for him.

Then why was he so miserable?

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The Chase (NC-17) -- AU Joshifer

A/N – This is the third installment of the HS Joshifer series which follows Under The Bleachers and The Tease. It is AU. Enjoy!

“You mean to tell me you slept through that entire quiz?” I hear Coach Spader’s voice at the back of the room as he drifts around the desks to collect our papers with obvious disinterest. “You know, I’ve had about enough of you, Hutcherson.”

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  • Hello.  This time of year is such a mind fuck, isn’t it? It’s so wonderful to celebrate the holidays with Patrick and to watch him experience them with such joy and innocence. He lights up whenever he sees a Christmas tree and demands that we stop and admire any decorations that we pass. He shakes his booty to holiday music and I heard him saying “Santa Claus is coming to town” this morning as we drove to daycare.  But, it’s also my busiest time at work and, as much as I try to be happy and gracious, I still struggle with a sadness that is very specific to the holidays.  
  • Patrick transitioned into a new classroom this morning at his school. There are no sippy cups allowed in this room and his new teacher’s goal is to have all the new kids potty trained ASASP.  Those two things right there just seem so grown up to me.  My boy wasn’t even living on the outside of my body two years ago and here he is drinking out of little cups without lids and learning how to use the potty.  I’m really happy about his growing independence but it’s also insane how fast time seems to pass now.  
  • Yesterday was Kazoo Day in my neighborhood.  Or Hat Day?  I’ve heard it called both by the locals.  Anyways, it’s basically a big pep rally / practice for New Year’s Day without the Mummers suits.  All the clubs have their brass bands play and it’s a giant block party on 2nd Street.  It was a lot of fun.  
  • Thankful for Amazon Prime. 

Watching this week’s Art Assignment, I immediately knew what I wanted to do. To me, intimacy is something that is best found naturally. Luckily for me, I’ve been capturing tons of video footage of my friends over the past year or so, so I have tons of footage of some of my favorite moments with them. They are very much indispensable to me. Hopefully these gifs help show that. 

Top Left: My best friend playing the cowbell at pep band. Sam was practically born a drummer, and there’s nothing quite like seeing somebody in their zone doing what they do. 

Top Right: Ever since I started vlogging over the summer, my friends have become more and more accustomed to the camera. This captures that. 

Middle Left: The pep band has a tradition of singing bohemian rhapsody on the bus back from games. Here’s everyone mid-belting. 

Middle Right: One of the more memorable nights of my life - here’s Hana and Rose on the drums and Andrew screaming on vocals letting off steam after a long week. We all jammed out for a good while after that. 

Bottom Left: Our Christmas party. Rose gave Ray a little toy bus. I’ve never seen a happier kid. 

Bottom Right: Hana and I laughing about who knows what on New Years. Another memorable night to me. I think shared laughter is more intimate than we give it credit for.