“Yeah, dude, I guess. But, like, this is a fuckin’ liberal arts college, brah. Isn’t everyone in a band?” “I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone in a band before. I’m not in a band. Well, I’m in some school bands, but that’s not really… um. What kind of music do you play?” “…Well.” — in which instead of actually playing hockey, the guys play shitty (pun intended) DIY punk in a band called Soft Hands. classically-trained pianist eric bittle doesn’t quite know what’s hit him.
posters for @heyfightme ‘s fic Baking is Punk As Fuck . So I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been obsessed with this fic forever? And I’m so happy yet sad that it’s done now?? I’ve already reread the earlier chapters like soooo many times. The lines are great, Bitty’s narrative is so realistic in this new setting. Punk Jack Zimmermann is the love of my life and I’m also VERY obsessed with him (like seriously, way to get me to love Jack). And I think I can speak for a lot of people when I say this fic reignited my love of punk. So yea, this fic is amazeballs
In my orchestra class, my teacher came up with this new rule that whenever he has to remind a whole section to play a note correctly more than three times during one class, he will hand the section leader a hot pink highlighter while the rest of the class just screams “SHAME” at the entire section while they all have to highlight the note that they all played incorrectly.