small instrument

Terms You Didn’t Learn at Conservatory

*APPOLOGGIATURA*: A composition that you regret playing

*APPROXIMENTO*: A musical entrance that is somewhere in the vicinity of the correct pitch

*DILL PICCOLINI*: An exceedingly small wind instrument that plays only sour notes

*ALLREGRETTO*: When you’re well into the piece and realize you took too fast a tempo

*ANGUS DEI*: To play with a divinely beefy tone

*APPROXIMATURA*: Notes not intended by the composer, yet played with an “I mean that”

attitude

*CACOPHANY*:A composition incorporating many people with chest colds

*CORAL SYMPHONY*: A large, multi-movement work from Beethoven’s Caribbean Period

*FERMANTRA*: A note held over and over and over and over and …

*FERMOOTA*: A note of dubious value held for indefinite length

*FIDDLER CRABS*: Grumpy string players

*FLUTE FLIES*: Those tiny mosquitoes that bother musicians on outdoor gigs

*FRUGALHORN*: A sensible and inexpensive brass instrument

*GAUL BLATIER*: A French horn player

*GREGORIAN CHAMP*: Title bestowed upon the monk who can hold a note the longest

*GROUND HOG*: One who takes control of the bass line and won’t let anyone else play it

*PLACEBO DOMINGO*: A faux tenor

*SCHMALZANDO*: Music from the Guy Lombardo band

*RIGHT OF STRINGS*: Manifesto for Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Violists

*SPRITZICATO*: An indication to string instruments to produce a bright and bubbly sound

*TEMPO TANTRUM*: What a school orchestra has when it’s not following the conductor

*TROUBLE CLEF*: Any clef one can’t read: e.g., alto clef for pianists

Why I adore the idea of the Inquisition as extended family

The inquisition as extended family to Cullen and the Inquisitor’s kids would be WONDERFUL I mean, ‘c mon:

  • “BULL she is too young to drink don’t give her that!”
  • Bull, I received a message from their school that a Qunari showed up to tell a bully that  ‘if they say one more bad word about ‘his friends’ that they’ll end up on the pointy side of a sword’. Seriously? You didn’t even ask me to come along?
  • kids piggybacking on Iron Bull (plus points if their mom ever ‘rode the bull’ because puns which go right over those kids’ heads but not over Cullen’s)
  • “THEY’RE ALSO TOO YOUNG TO JOIN THE CHARGERS KREM!”
  • Leliana, I know you mean well, but stop gifting them daggers please because they’re leaving them all over the place and we nearly stepped on one yesterday.  
  • What do you mean Leliana gave you a pet nug? Another one?
  • LELIANA ARE YOU SERIOUSLY USING MY CHILDREN TO SPY ON US? IS THAT BY ANY CHANCE RELATED TO THE RAVENS CIRCLING THE HOUSE?
  • *Dorian giving the kids fashion advice* *it results in the little ones showing up with fake mustaches which was not his idea but he is moved by the gesture* “They wanna be like you Dorian.”
  • If any of the kids turns out to be a mage, Dorian’s becoming their mentor, point final. Vivienne takes over when he doesn’t have time for their lessons.
  • (Dorian’d be the godfather of my Inquisitor’s kids btw. Hands down.)
  • The kids hanging around with Cole, especially when teenagers, cause he helps them make sense of all that they’re feeling and what others are feeling. As a result they become super emphatic and understanding people.
  • Cole loves how open-minded kids are and happily babysits whenever asked.
  • Sera, Josie and Dorian teaching those kids to do and love what- and whoever they damn well please.
  • Pranks with Sera, so many pranks with Sera. Cullen and the inquisitor know there’ll be trouble when Sera and the kids dissapear for a little while.
  • Varric helping in teaching the little ones to read and write.
  • Varric reading their works and giving pointers on how to make them better, encouraging them to keep writing and keep getting better at their craft.
  • Little ones staring at Varric in awe over all of the stories, including of their parents ‘holding hands on the table’ (side-eyeing the inquisitor and cullen).
  • Cassandra’d be their godmother and yeah she’d cry when asked.
  • Cassandra teaches the kids to be true to themselves and if the kids don’t go to their parents, they go to her when something serious is happening
  • Cassandra does mock-fights with the kids using wooden swords when their dad isn’t doing so.
  • Cassandra teaches the kids eyeliner.
  • She made them promise not to tell Varric about it, but when they’re grown up they discuss story lines and ships from Varrics books with her.
  • (The kids low-key ship Cassandra and Varric cause reasons.)
  • If any of those kids has diplomatic ambitions, Josephine will happily teach em the ropes.
  • One of those kids is gonna be Josie’s plus one for some formal events.
  • Josie is the one who brings the kids gifs, delicious foods from diplomatic trips mostly, and talks to them about the beauty and strength in diversity.
  • Josephine and Leliana giving the small ones musical instruments cause #ex-bards
  • Vivienne shows them how to look confident even when they don’t feel they have the upper hand.
  • Vivienne entertains the kids with trivial magic tricks when nobody’s looking. When someone notices, she denies it and winks at the kids afterwards with a smile.
  • “Mommy, daddy, I saw a wolf-elf in my dream last night and he told me he knows you!” *wide-eyed Cullen and Inquisitor cause oh shit*
  • Neal: I would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. It’s non-negotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness? Well, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldn’t cut you out of my life, Kel, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine’s Day gift.
  • Kel: Gross. Must you?
  • Neal: I must.
Tattooed Heart

Characters: tom holland x reader

Concept: tom as a tattoo artist… or is he?

Notes: I really loved writing this and even started plotting of what will happen next because it became something that has a potential of becoming an official fanfic but… who knows. Tom in this imagine is still Tom but he is not an actor, his character is different but his personality is still the same (if that makes any sense?) 

Please tell me what you think as this is one imagine I’m really proud of writing, especially in only just a day.

Song: As You Are - The Weeknd

P.S.: I’ll be making a masterlist soon, so keep an eye out for that!

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“You’re done.”

“Bullshit,” you reply.

“We’re closing already, miss,” the bartender tells you as he takes away your unfinished bottle.

“I’m not even halfway drunk yet,” you whine but pull out your wallet and hand him a tip anyway. “Thanks.”

You hop down from the stool and notice that only you and a couple of other people being dragged outside are left in the bar. You take out your phone to let your friend know you are on your way home as you make your way to the exit.

The air is cool and comforting but it does nothing to cease the pain that you wished to drown out with alcohol. You hail a taxi and get inside, announcing your address to the driver as you sit back.

Your plan to lose yourself had failed tonight and now you’re left to deal with your misery. You were never the type to hate anyone but you hate the one guy you thought you trusted the most.

Fuck him.

No, you know what? Fuck anyone who has ever cheated.

At this thought, your throat constricts and you start to feel the tears start to form behind your eyes. You blink rapidly to try to keep them from falling but fail. You wipe them off right away and start hating yourself for not being able to get yourself drunk enough to forget.

You needed at least one night, one moment, where your head and heart aren’t fully invested in the pain that you’ve suffered for the past hours. You needed a distraction, something-

And then you see it…

“Stop the car!”

The taxi skids to a stop and a flustered driver turns to you, completely shaken up. You reach into your wallet and hand him a couple of bills before you step out of the vehicle. You stand on the wet sidewalk, in front of a small building with neon signs declaring it as a tattoo shop.

You incline your head to try to get a look inside through the window but see nothing. Is it even open?

You start to have second thoughts but the taxi has already left and you really don’t want to be out in the streets alone. You walk forward and pull on the door which swings towards you easily. You step inside and soft rock music is playing from somewhere farther down. The walls are painted red, furniture and decor compliment them in black. Leather chairs sit at one end of the floor, below a huge wall plastered with nothing but pictures and designs of tattoos.

You step closer to the wall and start to admire one tattoo that looks like a dragon being born from a rose. The colors, the details from the veins of the flower’s petals to the scales of the dragon, have you wondering if you didn’t accidentally step into a museum.

“What do you have in mind?”

“What the fu-!” You jump as your hand flies to your chest to somehow calm your now frantic heart. You turn slowly and a guy is leaning on the clear, glass counter that sits in the middle of the room; separating the waiting area to the rest of the shop.

The guy seems to be in his twenties, although his face has a certain boyish look to it. He’s definitely attractive, you have no doubt about that. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a black v-neck underneath. Usually, you would run away from someone so good looking but the bit of alcohol you drank gives you little confidence enough to stay.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles and it’s then that you notice his english accent.

He has an accent, for fuck’s sakes!

“Uh, no, it’s fine,” you turn to look at the wall of tattoos again. “I actually don’t know what I want to get.”

“You like Rosy?” He says and you look to see him walk around the counter and make his way to stand next to you.

His fragrance hits your nostrils and you have to refrain from moaning. He smells exactly how a man should smell; husky and sexy at the same time.

“Who’s Rosy?” You ask, your voice wavering a little.

He points at the design of the dragon and the rose. “Get it? She was born from a rose.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I get it. It’s beautiful.”

You feel him glance at you as you stare at the design. Your cheeks burn from the intense attention he’s giving you.

“What brings you here?” He asks.

You shake your head and shrug. “Needed to get away-”

“-from reality,” he finishes for you.

You look at him and nod, smiling. “I bet you get a lot of those around here, huh?”

This time, he’s the one who shrugs. “I get a lot of stories. It’s one of the reasons I love the job.”

“So these are all your designs?” You ask, pointing at the wall. He nods and says nothing more. “Then why is it so empty?”

You both look around the room. Then he starts to chuckle, “I barely opened a few minutes ago, love. It doesn’t get crazy until much later.”

He called you ‘love’.

“Do you have an idea of what you want to get?”

“Yes. The word ‘DUMBASS’ on my forehead, please?”

“Sure, follow me,” he simply replies.

Your eyes go wide as they watch him start walking towards the back. “Hey, wait! I wasn’t actually being serious!”

“You weren’t?” He continues walking, forcing you to follow him anyway.

“I don’t want that as my first tattoo!” You insist.

“Then why are you following me?” He turns to look at you, his eyebrow raised and a smirk playing at his lips.

You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips and you realize that it’s the first genuine smile you’ve had since you found out-

“Take a seat,” he tells you once he leads you into a vast room. A black leather chair sits in the middle of the room, the kind of chair that dentists have in their office.

You sit down and watch as he walks around the room, picking up instruments and small bottles of colored ink.

“I haven’t even told you what I want,” you tell him as your nerves start to take over.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, his back facing you as he fumbles with something.

“I don’t really think I have enough trust to give out to anybody anymore,” you sigh. “Especially to someone I don’t even know.”

He pauses what he’s doing and doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. You try to remember if you said anything that might have caused him to be offended. He then starts to remove his jacket and places it on the counter. Even from here you can tell he’s toned underneath his shirt and his exposed arms confirm it. He turns around slowly and takes a seat on the individual chair set up next to the one you’re sitting in.

“I’m Tom,” he says and reaches out with his hand.

You stare at his hand and then at him and then back down to his hand.

“I’m y/n,” you reply and slide your hand into his. It’s unexpectedly warm but smooth and he seems to hold your own hand for a while before he lets go.

“We know each other now, don’t we? Will you trust me?”

“It’s not that simple…” you start and he gives you a small smile.

“Will you let me tattoo you?” And the way he asks that question, the softness of his voice and the way his eyes stay glued on yours, makes you feel like that’s not really the question he wanted to ask. “I already have some things in mind… I can put one here,” he touches the inside of your wrist, “or here.” He slides his fingers up your arm until they reach the crease of your elbow, your whole arm erupting into goosebumps. He notices and glances quickly up at you before he continues, “A lot of people get small ones here,” he tells you and he’s leaning forward now. He pushes your hair back behind your shoulder and then touches your neck, just below your ear. His proximity and that intoxicating smell of his has you almost swooning.

“Will it hurt?” You ask breathlessly.

He’s so close to your face and he doesn’t seem to want to retreat anytime soon and it’s starting to make you feel lightheaded.

“It’s less painful than being heartbroken,” he states and finally sits back. He grabs the small gun where he attaches a black ink bottle.

You’re staring at him, completely shocked at what just came out of his mouth. “How- how did you know?”

“Your eyes,” he states as he squirts some ink onto a tray until the ink comes out. He glances up at you before taking your hand and pulling it towards him. He places your arm on the armrest of the chair and turns it so that your palm is facing up. “Do you trust me?”

Here’s this guy you barely met, with an tattoo gun in his hand, ready to permanently draw on your skin. Just a few hours ago, you swore to never trust any guy again.

“I trust you,” you murmur and you’re surprised when your words don’t carry regret in them.

He grins, “Good. You can’t look until I’m finished, though.”

You roll your eyes but lean back in the chair anyway. You hear the buzz of the gun as he powers it on and your heart stops. He senses your tension and you feel his hand lay on top of yours. You grip it tightly.

“Relax, love. I got you,” he says softly.

You take a deep breath and let it out and then feel the needle penetrate your skin. Again and again and again. Repeatedly.

“Who’s the asshole?” Tom asks as he continues to work and hold your hand.

“My boyf- my ex-boyfriend,” you reply and your thoughts drift to that moment you walked in on him in bed with someone else.

Tom was right. The needle poking your skin over and over is nothing compared to the ache you feel in your chest.

“What a dumbass,” is all Tom says but it makes you smile.

“How come you don’t have any tattoos?” You ask him as you recall not seeing any on him.

He stops tattooing you and then his face appears in your line of vision. “How do you know I don’t have any that you can’t see?” He smirks a playful smirk before disappearing once again and continuing your tattoo.

“When you’re done, can I see them?” You don’t even know what made you ask that but you were curious.

He doesn’t respond right away. “I’ll think about it.”

You continue to have small conversation and you learn that he dropped out of art school to pursue the dream of being a tattoo artist. He tells you that even though he doesn’t earn as much as a heart surgeon, creating art on someone’s body is much more satisfying.

The thoughts of your ex cheating on you completely disappear as you listen to his stories and he listens to yours. The hole in your chest is still there but the needle Tom uses to ink your skin seems to help ease the feeling.

“Almost done,” he tells you as he swipes your wrist with a damp towel several times. “I think that’s it. Ready to see it?”

You sit up straight and he lets go of your hand. He watches you as you look down at your wrist; where your skin used to be vacant, it is now embellished with a beautiful flower. Small dots decorated its shadows and all around it, creating depth. Blue ink outlined its petals while pink ink colored them in.

“Wow,” you breathe out. “What kind of flower is it?”

“A lotus flower,” he tells you. “They say that lotus flowers bloom no matter the bad or good weather. It made me think of you. Beautiful, no matter the situation you’re going through.”

At this, you look up at him and he’s staring at you so intently, it feels like your whole body is on fire.

“Now it’s your turn,” you tell him.

He chuckles as he stands up and walks towards a cabinet where he takes out some materials. “My turn for what? You’re going to tattoo me?”

“No, why would I scar you like that? Show me your tattoos!”

He sits back down next to you and pulls your arm towards him once again. He starts to bandage your wrist, placing a clear cover over your tattoo and taping it down. He then stands up and with his eyes glued to yours, he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt over his head.

Your jaw probably hits the floor because the sight in front of you is absolutely mesmerizing. His abs stand out immediately and everywhere your eyes roam, there is nothing but muscle and firmness.

“I just have a quote on my shoulder,” he points out to you.

“Well I can’t see it from down here,” you say and stand up. He’s still a little too tall for you to tell what it says. “Sit,” you order and he gives you a smirk before he sits on the chair.

You stand behind him and look at the lettering that spell out words you cannot comprehend. “What does it say?”

“Try to sound it out,” he replies.

Non accipiet sed facilisis,” you say slowly.

He suddenly stands up and faces you. He towers a bit over you and the fact that he’s half naked makes you feel a bit intimidated. He’s grinning sweetly down at you as he speaks, “It means ‘take it easy but take it’ in Latin.”

“Why did you want me to sound it out?” Your voice comes out shakily.

“I wanted to hear it said in your voice. It sounded better than I expected.” He’s standing so close, his body heat can be felt even through the layers of your own clothing. “Did it help?”

“Did what help?”

“Getting your first tattoo to help you forget about your ex?”

“That,” you can’t help but smirk, “and some other things.”

“Hmm.” His lifts his hand and uses his fingers to push your hair back behind your ear. He continues his path down to your neck and then up to hold your chin. “Would you let me tattoo you again?”

His eyes stare straight at your lips and you know exactly what’s going to happen next. You can hear your own heart beating so fast, you think that maybe you’ve gone deaf.

“At this point, I’ll let you tattoo anything anywhere you want,” you whisper.

He smirks. “Good girl,” and then he’s leaning down, slowly, and you close your eyes and-

“TOM! YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

The shouts come from outside the room and you take a step back, completely startled.

“Fuck,” Tom spits out and then puts his shirt back on. He shoots you an apologetic look, “I’ll be right back, just stay here, okay?”

“Are you sure? I can go-”

“No. Please, stay,” he holds his hand up to stop you. “Just wait for me here.” He turns towards the door but before he steps out, he looks over his shoulder, “Trust me?”

“I do,” you respond immediately, and it’s true, you do trust him for some reason.

He opens the door and closes it after him but your curious self walks towards it and you press your ear against the door.

Their voices sound muffled but you can tell that the one who shouted is pissed. Is it an angry customer? Maybe you should call the police in case things got physical.

Before you make any hasty decisions, you decide to make sure Tom actually has everything handled. You turn the doorknob slowly and open the door and their voices finally are clear enough to understand.

“- respect you enough to know that sometimes you can’t stop shit from happening but this came from one of your guys, Tom. This is business we’re talking about.”

Tom’s back is facing you and you can barely make out the face of the booming voice yelling at Tom. “I know what the fuck we’re talking about, Dave. I’ll get Luke to sort it out and I’ll have your money ready by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow morning,” Mean Man shoves a pudgy finger in Tom’s chest before he his eyes find you. His round face relaxes but it turns quickly into a sneaky stare. “Having yourself a little snack before the drop, I see.”

Tom follows his eyesight and his eyes almost bulge out of his sockets when he sees you staring. He turns away and points at the door, “Fuck off, Dave. We’re done here.”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” Dave sneers at Tom and then speaks at you. “Ask Tom for my number if he doesn’t, uh,” he chuckles, “satisfy you.”

“Fuck you,” you reply.

Dave didn’t expect that at all and he’s rendered speechless. Tom laughs and shakes his head, “I think the lady’s said enough. Now get the fuck out of my shop.”

“Tomorrow, british boy.” And with that, Dave leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Tom goes to the door and locks it. He places his palms against it, his head hanging down between his shoulders. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” you tell him and step forward slowly.

He lifts his head but stays in the same position. He finds you standing behind the counter but says nothing. “You have some balls to be able to talk to Dave that way.”

“I think there was something in that ink you tattooed on me,” you say, showing him your wrist.

This earns you a soft laugh from him. He finally drops his arms and sighs. He walks in your direction and stands across from you, on the other side of the counter. You both say nothing for a while, just gazing at each other’s faces.

You’re not sure if you have feelings for someone you barely know- well, someone you thought you barely knew. Now you’re not even sure who he is. This dark, secret side of him somehow makes you want to know more about him and you don’t know why.

“You don’t want to get involved with me, y/n,” he whispers to you and there’s a sort of sadness in his stare.

It’s also the first time he’s said your name and you wish you could’ve recorded it just to hear it over and over again. A lullaby.

“Why not?” You ask.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Somehow, I do,” you reply genuinely.

“Then trust me when I say that I’m no good for you,” he states.

You bite your lip as you feel the hole in your chest start to open up again. Why is this guy making you feel this way?

“Okay,” you force yourself to say. Maybe this is the right thing to do. Right?

“What?” He seems surprised.

“Fine, I won’t get involved with you,” you say, sounding pissed off. You make sure you have everything you need, avoiding his eyes and make your way around the counter. You feel slightly disappointed and you hate that you do because after everything that’s happened, you really didn’t want to get involved with a guy any time soon.

But Tom…

“You’re unbelievable,” he says and you turn to talk back but are completely taken by surprise when Tom’s hands are on either side of your face and his lips crashes on yours. The impact of his body on yours sends you tumbling back until your back hits the wall. His mouth is unforgiving; completely taking control in the way his lips move around yours.

Your hands fist around his shirt, pulling him closer. He pushes himself on you and you can’t help the small moan that escapes from the back of your throat and loses itself into his mouth.

The kiss is too passionate, making your head swoon, but you don’t mind; it’s a high you can never get enough of. After a few minutes, he lets go of your lips but leans his forehead against yours. You’re both completely breathless and you lick your lips, trying to get any taste of him that you can.

You open your eyes but his remain closed. You tilt your head slightly so that the tip of your nose rubs his and he grins. He finally opens his eyes and looks so deeply into yours, your knees turn weak. He leans forward and pecks your lips softly, over and over again, making you giggle softly.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask in between the kisses.

“For?”

“The tattoo,” you reply.

“This is enough,” he breathes out.

You both smile into your next kiss and you continue to kiss until you can no longer think straight.

Even though you could stay there forever if you wanted to, you place your hand on his chest to push him back. “As fun as this is, I gotta go. My friend might be worried.”

“Understandable. When will I see you again?” He isn’t as close as he was a few seconds ago but he remains close enough so that his hand is against the wall above your head.

“Uh, I need to come back here every now and then so you can check that it’s healing properly, right?” You ask, lifting your bandaged wrist.

He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s required. Here,” he pushes off the wall and goes to the counter and comes back to you. He hands you a small card, “Here’s my number in case if you have any questions or an… emergency.”

He has on a sly smirk that makes you believe the word ‘emergency’ has a different inuendo to it.

“Will do,” you reply and turn towards the exit.

“Did it help?” You hear him ask behind you.

You turn your head and nod, “Yep, most definitely.”

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Peter Parker

Request: I was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader and have the reader being able to play the Ukulele? And maybe have peter not know she plays and he catching he playing/singing? Lots of Fluff? I hope you notice this! Ps love your writing sweetheart💚 (requested by @nevaehsuga)

Summary: As an avid music lover, the ukulele was just another instrument you had learned to play. However when Peter catches you playing, he can’t help but be amazed.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,522

Warnings: major fluff like i was squealing while i was writing

A/N: first request guys! this was super fun to write, so i hope y’all enjoy. i’m working on a part 2 to Forgiveness in Time, so that’ll be up tomorrow. remember that requests are open and im honestly so happy when i get them! ALSO ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS!


There were three constants in you life; your love for your family, space, and music.

Growing up, the relationship between you, your parents, and your sibling was tight. No matter the situation, the love shared between yourselves was constant.

Space was also consistent. To anyone else, space is just something out of their reach; a beautiful sight to behold, but no one bothers to look because they are busy sleeping. Not you, though. Although space had always fascinated you (let’s be real; NASA was the goal), space was just a way to show that there was so much you didn’t know, and that you curiosity was always overpowering.

Music, however, was not an art. To you, it was a religion. From as long as you could remember, music had been incorporated into your life. In the fourth grade, you joined an Honours Choir, signing in competitions all across New York City. In the seventh grade, you joined the middle school band. You picked up the clarinet and played well enough to have been invited to join the New York City Honour Band less than a year after you started to play.

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Beginner's guide to Necromancy: The Necromancer's Altar

The altar is the most important tool that exists outside of the necromancer. Not to be confused with a spirit altar, which is a separate construct i covered in another post.
The altar allows the necromancer to interact with the afterlife and the spirits whom reside in it, as well as acting as an extension of the necromancer, holding their power and knowledge in books and fetish items.

What you will need:
+ Two tapered white, red, purple or black candles.
+ A book of spells, rituals, invocations, magical diagrams and the like. If you follow a religion with a grand text or doctrine (Torah, Satanic bible etc) then by all means it can be used.
+ A Fetish item (look for an up coming lecture on the topic), Skull or other item signifying death.
+ Sharp knife capable of drawing blood.
+ Chalice, Crystal wine glass or goblet of the finest quality available.
+ Plate of the finest quality available.
+ Censer, Thurible, or other incense burners.
+ Bowl of ceramic, stone or wood.
+ Bell, small drums or other small percussion instruments.
+ Small candle holders
+ Scrying tool such as a black mirror.
+ Small black cloth.

Setting it up:

1) Begin by washing the table with a cleansing wash followed by dressing your candles and consecrating the rest of the materials.
2) DO NOT PLACE A ALTAR CLOTH.
They can get in the way of rituals and make post ritual cleansings difficult.
3) At the back of your altar place your two candles in their holders and put them about a foot or so apart.
4) Between them place your book.
5) Upon your book place your symbolic item. When using the book the item will be put to the side of your summoning hand.
6) To the side of your right place your plate and on your plate, place your cup.
Fill the cup with water and replace this water every day. On the plate (and around the cup) leave small cookies or crackers, replace them once week.
7) To your left place your bowl, it will be used to keep spirits or for interactions with the spirit world.
8) Place your incense burner and instrument in front of your Bowl.
9) To the side of your summoning hand place your scrying tool and cover it with the black cloth. Lay your blade upon it.

Feel free to customize the altar how you see fit. Remember not to overcrowd it, and to have at least some form of every material mentioned above. Other than your book there should be no religious items or symbols present on the altar.

Taken [Chapter 1]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



You were manhandled onto a black van.

Suho dragged your unconscious and bleeding boyfriend to the back seats and pushed you in right after him. Suho was the last to get on as he closed the door shut, barking, “Drive.”

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hearthawk  asked:

Hey! I was wondering if I could poke you and see if you had any good ideas for bird of prey enrichment. In my new position, I wanted to make an enrichment calender with enrichment ideas for a collection of program owls, vultures, and hawks (and the poultry who share the holding areas). Do you give enrichment to your ambassador birds? What have you found they seem to interact with the most? Novel foods, novel items, textures, bathing options, and of course, training ideas?

Nice! Congrats on the new position, and good luck with the enrichment calendar. Raptors can be tricky to plan for, at least if you want a diverse set of enrichment. 

The following list is a variety of enrichment ideas I’ve either used or seen used on the raptors you are working with. It is by no means exhaustive, but it’s a good start. This post won’t go into great detail on how to do each of them, but if one catches your eye but the description is confusing, let me know and I’ll try to clarify. 

Basic Training: These are the basics. When it comes to raptors, consistency and routine are the biggest factors. If you can work the following into your basic training regiment every day or every other day, then your raptors will be enriched and learn valuable commands and behavior for vet care, handling, and presentation.

Keel Score and Touch Training: These two practices are crucial in training raptors because it gets them used to people, hands, and situations where they need to be held. It also trains the handler to do a thorough inspection of the bird every time its on their glove. Start with the keel and the feet, move to the beak and head, then try gently pulling their wings out or maneuvering their tail by hand. They wont like it at first, but if they get used to it, this can be invaluable for vet visits. 

Putting on and Taking off Equipment: Get the birds used to the anklets, jesses, leashes, hoods, and other equipment. Try to put it all on at least once a day. (Hood Training a raptor typically takes a more involved approach and should only started if you can really commit to the practice multiple times a day.)

“Step Up” and “Step Back”: Use treat rewards and repetition to teach each bird to step up onto a glove or perch when asked and step back onto a glove, perch, or scales when asked. Once learned, keep a habit of using the commands when weighing each bird every day. 

Jump Ups: These exercises both teach the birds to come to a gloved fist when called and if done in the right distances and elevations can be excellent exercise for them. 

Creance Training: If your birds are fully flighted, this is excellent training and exercise. It also helps prepare for flighted programs. 

Take a Walk: My team and I take our birds on walks at least twice a week. This gets them out of the enclosure, seeing new sights, and getting comfortable with their handlers. 

Owl Enrichment: Owls are largely solitary creatures with little to no food motivation. Much of their enrichment will revolve around stimulating their senses and appealing to their more destructive nature. Each bird will be different of course, so you’ll just need to try until you find which enrichment is the best received. 

Shredded Phonebooks: Setting up a partially shredded phone book or similar paper product can be one of the most enriching objects for large owls like the Great Horned Owl.

Cardboard Egg Cartons: Very similar to the above. (Really anything cardboard and shaped odd will do)

Towel Wrapped Perch: Some owls love to pick the threads off of towels. Wrapping part of a perch in a small towel can be entertaining. 

Live Prey: If the bird is fit and able, live prey is good enrichment. Insects like captive bred roaches or meal worms can be good as well. Try spreading the meal worms through long leaf astroturf. 

Feather Bundle: If you have old body feathers from a prior moult, tie them together and hang them in various places throughout the enclosure. Bonus if you can get breezes to move them occasionally. 

Audio Samples: This depends on the bird, but more social owls like the screech owl will get largely intrigued if you start playing their calls from various places on occasion. Try to get them to call back (Keep note of the call used and the response. Some are territorial calls or alarm calls, try to avoid those.)

Vulture Enrichment: These birds are usually social creatures with a large propensity for destructive behavior. Their food drive is okay, but the more intriguing the situation, the better. 

Food Puzzles: Try creating various puzzles and challenges for the birds to reach a tidbit reward. If its something they can destroy, even better. Look up “Striated Caracara Enrichment”, you’ll find videos by Elite Falconry. While Caracara aren’t really vultures, the puzzles are excellent for vultures and intelligent, food motivated birds. 

Hide and Seek: If it’s turkey vultures you’re working with, hiding smelly food can be a great enrichment option. Try hiding it in cardboard egg cartons or safely destructible items. 

Eggs: the occasional egg can be a great treat. 

Un-stuffed Stuffed Animals: Like the owls this, can be a great thing for the birds to pick and pull apart. just be sure the materials are plastic free and there is no stuffing in it. 

Mist Sprayers: We’re located in Central Texas. If you are in a place with plenty of heat, mist sprayers can be great afternoon enrichment. Typically the birds will step in the mist then go sun themselves until they dry off. 

Hawk Enrichment: The most food motivated of the group, these birds are most enriched by the challenge and reward of obtaining food. 

Food Puzzles: Simple puzzles can be great, but a word of warning. Most hawks have a poor sense of object permanence, so be sure any treat reward is visible at all times.

Treat Foods: Eggs, Day old chick, chicken leg, insects, etc… These should be given sparingly, but can offer a great change up from the typical feeding schedule. If you can, try offering a rotating diet of core meats the bird would eat in the wild and then sprinkle the above options into the mix for rewards and lazy days. 

Frozen Food: This is another hot summer option. It takes the birds time to pick apart the food enough to eat and can actually help shape their beaks and talons in the process. (Word of Warning, make sure the food in question is large enough that the bird cannot swallow it whole. If it does, this can lead to sour crop. 

“Tirings”: This is a falconry term for food objects that really aren’t all that edible, but take the bird time to pick apart. These can be bird wings, rabbit ears or feet, an even handmade lures with tidbits attached. 

Audio Samples: This depends on the bird, but more social hawks like the Harris’ Hawk or even birds like the Caracara will get largely intrigued if you start playing their calls from various places on occasion. Try to get them to call back (Keep note of the call used and the response. Some are territorial calls or alarm calls, try to avoid those.)

Live Prey: If the bird is fit and able, live prey is good enrichment. Insects like captive bred roaches or meal worms can be good as well. Try spreading the meal worms through long leaf astroturf.

Feather Bundle: If you have old body feathers from a prior moult, tie them together and hang them in various places throughout the enclosure. Bonus if you can get breezes to move them occasionally.

Minnows in the Bath: Putting minnows into their bath pan will keep many hawks fascinated and watching for hours. Some will even try to catch them. 

Swinging Perches: Install a tree branch that hangs from the ceiling by a rope. Every hawk I’ve offered this to has made it their favorite perch. 

Poultry: These birds are largely foragers, giving them stuff to pick at or eat that is more interesting than seeds is usually a great bet. 

Treat Foods: Meal Worms, strawberries, plain yogurt, Tomatoes, etc…

Foraging space: Real grass, bushes and open area.

Dust Bath: Try giving them an area to lay and role in some finer dust.

Percussion Instruments: A small, brightly colored xylophone mounted safely to a surface is certain to attract and keep interest. 


Hope this helps!

My friend and I had a very long discussion on how to approach this. I hope this comes out okay! For @ohwhataprettypinkhat

“What planet has three freaking suns?” Pidge asks as she slowly walks back into the castle. Her skin is tinged a deep red that’s burning and painful, and the other paladins are sporting similar looks and burns after performing a casual exploration mission on a new planet that did not end well in their favor.

All had thought it would be safe to dress in casual clothes, and now all are suffering the consequences with painful burns splayed across their skin.

To a blind eye, Pidge, Keith, and Shiro seem to be the worst off, but Hunk and Lance aren’t any better. Their skin appears two shades darker, and both are sporting an unhealthy pinkish tinge that enforces how miserable the two are feeling.

Allura and Coran were quick to inform the paladins that the pods wouldn’t be able to heal something they had know prior knowledge of, so the others opted to retreat to their rooms for the day and rest off the heat exhaustion mixing uncomfortably with the burns.

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Depending on the instrument, some chemical instrument or chemical supply companies are comically small. We have three instruments from one such company and one was giving me errors I couldn’t solve so I just called the help manual number. I also happen to know that owns the company is named Jim.

And I called, and the phone is answered, and I hear, “Hey, it’s Jim.”

And I tell him, “Hey, I’m a grad student and we have three of your instruments and I’m getting this error” and I read off the error.

And he goes, “Oh, did you do the clicky thing?”

“Yea, I made it click.”

“Hmm….so it’s not the clicky thing.”

And then he walked me through it. Shout out to CEO Jim who refers to what his own instruments do as “the clicky thing.”

Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 5

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Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 5

Author: Taettybear

Words:4,605

Genre: Smut/Gore/Assassins/Killer JK/ Drugs/ Gangs

Rating: M

WARNING: BLOOD, SEXUAL AND PROVOCATIVE STATEMENTS, CURSING, MENTAL HEALTH, PSYCHOPATH, DRUGS

Originally posted by queenwithcollars




“J-Jeon Jungkook….?” Your stomach dropped in disbelief as you got a good look at his face. Your eyes hardened as you gritted your teeth, “You fucking asshole…” You growled, wanting to shove him off of you. 

However, you couldn’t stay shocked as your eyes met with the policeman who had shot at you.

“You two are under arrest! Do not move and raise both of your hands up!” The policeman yelled, pointing his gun at you.

You were around 1000 ft away in a dark alley where the man could barely see you. The man, on the other hand, stood under the street lights, being completely visible to you. Which meant….

With your eyes narrowed, you held up Jungkook’s weight with one side of your body before pulling your gun out, pointing to the officer through the small space between Jungkook’s arm.

“Girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do….” You mumbled to yourself before you shot, the bullet hitting the policeman straight in the middle of his forehead, making him drop to the floor in a pile of limbs.

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anonymous asked:

I cannot stop day dreaming about Olivers bday party. It prob going to be at the loft. Of course everyone else will leave first, 'giving them the room. When he finally goes to leave I NEED Felicity to get up on her tip toes and kiss him on the cheek whispering "Happy Birthday" and then I just want him to say fuck it and kiss her. REALLY kiss her. And scoop her up and go upstairs. And at some point, whisper the words, "I want to come home." Then I can die happy. Or just be dead. Whichever.

Anon, you beautiful soul!! Way to go guessing the loft! I don’t know what I did to deserve this, because I NEVER get messages like this one, so thank you. Ugh, my heart is so very full from the picture you’ve given me that I ended up writing a *short* spec fic about it. (Based on recent spoilers, I know most of what I have written here ain’t gonna happen; but alas, I started this fic last month and wanted to finish it anyway. My Oliver deserves a happy spec fic on his birthday.)

Here’s my new favorite photo to set the stage. LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE. I’M FINE.

xxx

“NO!”

Felicity’s cry echoes across the expanse of the loft, her words bouncing off its high ceilings, sending all party guests into an unprecedented silence.

Oliver stills, every fiber in his body already tightening, already on edge, ready to pounce to protect her if need be– He relaxes a little when he realizes Felicity is not, in fact, reacting to any sort of danger. Instead, she stares with wide, horrified eyes at the knife he’s still gripping, hovering over the direct center of the cake. The cake he was just instructed to cut himself. The cake covered in exactly 32 little plastic arrows, all pointing towards the center to form a giant O.

Yet he knows that look means trouble of a different sort…a Felicity-sized and always important portion of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver quickly makes eye contact with the rest of the group, just in case anyone’s picked up on something he’s missed. But everyone appears just as confused as he is by Felicity’s new state of peril.

Felicity visibly swallows as she slowly tiptoes towards him. She licks her lips once, hesitating before meeting his gaze; and he can practically see the wheels spinning behind her eyes, as she calms herself down and tries to explain.

“I just mean…you should have the corner piece, you know? Because it has more frosting. You like frosting, right? Everyone loves frosting.”

“Felicity…” He has no idea what she’s hiding, but he can tell something’s off.

“You know what? I’ll just cut the cake. I mean, you already do so much, the least I can do is cut you a piece of cake.” She’s taking the knife from him and already cutting off a corner piece, before he can even try to stop her, all the while muttering something to herself. He leans in a bit to try to hear, but Curtis and Quentin have resumed their conversation across the table, so all he catches is something along the lines of “What was I thinking…”

God, if only he knew. He’s spent years learning to understand what Felicity Smoak says, let alone trying to make sense of what could possibly be going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

“There. That is your piece.”

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Perform For me

Group: BTS

Pairing: RAP MONSTER X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: Could you please write a Namjoon x Reader where BTS are at the BBMAs and the reader and their band are a famous American pop and he sees them perform for the first time? I honestly l love your imagines so so so much!!!!

Excerpt: “You just need to perform to one person, Namjoon!”

Genre: fluff, BBMAs au 

Length: 1.3k

A/N: an announcement to make sure you are voting for the boys!

 Up tomorrow: TAEHYUNG ( click here for the complete BBMAs masterlist )

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

You had the pre-performance jitters, smoothing your skirt down trying to hide the tremble in your hands; you were always nervous before a performance. It didn’t help that it was in front of many a collection of talented artists who had been in the business longer than you and your band could imagine with you three-year life.

The makeup artists were forced to hold your head still whilst styling your hair and one of the members popped up sitting on the desk in front of you with a smile, “You nervous again?”

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anonymous asked:

I saw a band last month called Masked Intruder. These cats were on stage with color coordinated masks/instruments and for some reason, I start thinking them as the cast of Voltron. And I'm conflicted because Pidge would be too smol to be playing guitar.

there are no people too small or instruments too big

anonymous asked:

What instruments would each dad play or be interested in playing?

Mat:

-We know about the guitar and piano, but he really strikes me as a french horn guy

Joseph:

-He would be the cool youth pastor who uses ukelele to sing Jesus songs

Craig:

-He would play some sick drums, as long as the kids aren’t home

Damien:

-Not to be stereotypical but either piano or violin. He would use them to disguise the anime theme songs he’s playing.

Brian:

-Two different directions, I know, but he would either play slap bass or cello.

Robert:

-Saxophone, just visualize this man playing a sick sax solo at the Dover Ghost

Hugo:

-I don’t know why, but I could see him on a woodwind, like a clarinet

-lucien-

The Luthier (Part 1)

Summary: You’re a Luthier in the cold Laketown and a breathless Bard runs into your shop after escaping from the guards.

Word Count: 3325

Pairing: Bard x Reader

Rating: It’s fluff pals, just happy fluff.

A/N: First story ever in this fandom and it happens to be a Bard one eheh. Before reading it…I suck at titling and english is not my first language, that’s why I have to thank the wonderful @bettythedwarfqueen for checking it before posting!!<3 Hope you’ll like it, comments and general feedbacks are very much welcome. <3

Originally posted by roseberrythomas


You didn’t choose to be a luthier, it happened one day, when both your father and mother got sick with a terrible and incurable disease that corrupted their lungs and took them away in a few days. You had found yourself alone, facing the cruel and uncaring Laketown, forced to continue the family business, your small musical instrument shop. Between grief and mourning, facing new difficulties everyday, you had fall in love with the job: crafting original instrument with pretty carvings, playing and tuning them, searching the perfect shape of the lute’s bodies to make the sound reverberate in the best way. You just wished your fellow citizens would share your same enthusiasm. But once again Braga was at your door asking for the payment of the taxes and you had found yourself out of money.

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