that snare head

Newsies Headcanon (Modern AU: In the Band)

Let’s talk about the newsies being in the marching band.

•Katherine would be drum major because she’s just that good.

•Then there’s trumpet-playing, know-it-all, God’s-gift-to-the-world Jack.

•Spot would definitely play snare, because he’s equally as know-it-all, but slightly more aggressive.

•Davey would be that one clarinet kid who wants to be the “cool” band kid, but is way to awkward to really pull it off.

•Crutchie would probably be, like, that really chill sax player, who’s probably a drug dealer on the side.

•Specs would do something über academic, like the vibraphone.

•Then there would be Darcy on triangle. Because he’s that really intelligent kid who wants to band because it’s something that intelligent kids do, but he’s only good at being smart and not much else.

•Race would basically be the one switching between all the low brass, because they didn’t have enough people to fill all of the low brass spots, so they just basically told him to go forth and bass line, and he just kind of plays the Bb scale in quarter notes and hopes it fits whatever everyone else is doing.

•Pulitzer as general effect judge be like: “They just don’t seem to understand the emotion behind it all.. Connect, dammit, CONNECT!”

This has literally been in my mind for forever.

Highlights from the Concert
  • Mist / Ghuleh being front and center the entire show
  • Papa rubbing on and touching everything 
  • Aether’s kicks
  • Earth standing up while drumming for a lot of songs
  • Papa continuously running into the risers
  • Alpha turning so quickly he almost knocked Papa over
  • Papa’s special helicopter dick
  • Papa saying, “it says in our schedule to babble on, but not Babylon”
  • Air taking off his mask midway through the concert and literally leaving the mask on his set-up for a little bit, in-between songs
  • Papa almost falling off a riser while sitting on it
  • Papa’s thrusts during Mummy Dust
  • Papa thrusting too hard and hitting the mic stand
  • Mist / Ghuleh <3 
  • Air and his keytar 
  • Papa standing too close to one of the air blasters
  • Papa’s hand movements
  • Papa picking up one of the Mummy Dust dollar bills, licking it, going over to Alpha, and sticking it in Alpha’s sash
  • Papa talking about Secular Haze saying he remembered how it was composed, pausing, then going, “what the fuck, I wasn’t there, nevermind” 
  • Earth throwing the snare head from his drum kit and it almost hitting one of the security guards down standing in the pit 
  • Air almost missing the last riser-step when coming down from his set to get in on the group pose, but walking it off, playing it cool

New Peter Lau builds. First up: Cajon with 14″ bass drum head and 8″ snare built in, accompanied by the low boy. Pic #2 shows a smaller prototype with 6″ snare and 10″ bass head. Awesome. Someone send me to Malaysia so I can hang out in Peter’s drum lab!

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking fic requests.. But I was wondering if you could write one where lavellan falls asleep on Solas, and they're not in a relationship yet, so he doesn't know what to do. You can take it anywhere from there if you want?

pre-relationship, close proximity situations are mah jam


It’s a scenario right out of one of Varric’s books.

No, that’s not quite right. Someone would be dying, Solas decides, if Varric was the true orchestrator of this event. And there’d be a confession of some sort, heartfelt if a bit over the top, and markedly at odds with the quick and to-the-point description of the treacherous backdrop to the protagonist’s woeful predicament, which would consist of little more than ‘snow’ and, in the dwarf’s succinct if needlessly crass fashion, ‘big-assed blizzard’.

As it is, the latter description is rather on point, with the wind cutting through his clothes and his lungs, making breathing a painful affair, and he can’t see so much as a hand in front of his face. Somewhere on the edge of his hearing there is someone calling his name, but he can’t make out where it’s coming from, but then a hand is gripping his, tugging sharply, and through the swirling white he catches a glimpse of russet red, and the faint glow of the crystal wedged into the top of a familiar staff.

Ellana gives his arm another tug, and he follows suit, tucking his nose into his scarf as she carves a path through the snow. He can’t tell where they’re going, but she seems to have a destination in mind, and he’s proven right, after a struggle that leaves the taste of blood on his tongue, when they stumble out of the blizzard and into a cramped, hollow space, barely wide enough for the two of them to stand abreast.

Ellana let’s go of his hand, and while she sets about shaking the snow from her coat, cussing softly under her breath, Solas has to hold back an entirely inappropriate laugh.

Oh, yes. Definitely like one of Varric’s tales, stranded halfway across the Emprise and separated from the others by a snowstorm he’s half-convinced has been conjured by some divinity of ill fortune that has it in for him.

But there are no gods, real or would-be, with either the power or enough time on their hands, to wilfully land him in situations like this. Logically, he knows this.

He’s tempted to change his mind a second later when she turns towards him, her breath a cloud of white before her face and her cheeks flushed pink, to speak the words he knows are coming even before he hears them–

“Looks like we’ll have to huddle together for warmth.”

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To Tame A Titan! Part 4
(These events take place before HTTYD 2. Read Part 3 here:

Toothless extended his wing to shield the group from the debris kicked up by the Titan’s deafening clamor. Hiccup and Stoick both said in unison, “Time for reinforcements.” “My sentiments exactly!” Astrid announced as she and Stormfly landed beside them. “And what pulled you away from your usual Axe grinding and/or hurling, m’lady?” Hiccup asked. “You mean other than the sounds of our village being destroyed by a massive dragon?” Astrid replied. “She makes a fair point,” said Gobber, wringing more water out of his moustache. “Blah, blah, blah! Less yammering, more hammering!” Snotlout yelled. He and Hookfang rocketed overhead, followed by Fishlegs and Meatlug. “That Titan Wing is particularly hideous! And, um, zipple-y,” Fishlegs squealed. 

“Use the fishing nets!” Stoick commanded. Hookfang and Meatlug each picked up an end of a large trawling net from the dock and dropped it on the Titan’s two heads, snaring them! “Wait, where are the twins and Barf & Belch?” Hiccup asked. “They might actually have some insights in this situation. And ONLY this situation,” he added. Astrid covered her eyes in shame, pointed with her axe, and muttered, “Over there.” Ruffnut and Tuffnut knelt on the shore, worshipping the Titan! “Oh, great ones! We beseech thee!” Ruffnut exclaimed. “Teach us in your ways of how to blow things up real good!” Tuffnut said between tears of joy. The Titan tore through the net. Its right head motioned towards the mountain peak above Berk and howled. The left head pointed towards the open sea and brayed. “They’re… arguing,” Hiccup realized. 

Does the right head win, taking the Titan to the mountain?
Does the left head win, taking the Titan out to sea?

Choose the next part of the story by commenting here, then keep an eye out for Part 5 next week!
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Rerecorded this song for fun!  Full version will be ready soon, just gotta do that damn solo…

Written by Misha “Bulb” Mansoor

Guitars, Bass and Drums performed by Misha “Bulb” Mansoor

Engineered by Taylor Larson and Adam “Nolly” Getgood at Oceanic Studios in Bethesda, MD

Edited by Taylor Larson

Mixed by Adam “Nolly” Getgood at Top Secret Audio in Silver Spring, MD

Listened to by you

Drums: Taylor’s Gretsch kit with a Tama Bubinga Snare, Evans heads and Promark sticks and Meinl Cymbals.

Guitars: PRS Modern Eagle II with BKP Juggernaut set through a PRS Archon head with a Bulb Deluxe Overdrive in front out to a Mesa 4x12 cab with a Shure SM57 and Neumann KM184 on axis.

Bass: Dingwall Nolly Signature Bass through his “secret sauce” rig.

I am drunk literally one hundred percent of the time
I’m gonna breathe fire on you cause I’m a fucking dragon
Oh shit I didn’t mean that literally
Don’t kill me I won’t drop a mount
But then again you couldn’t kill me if you tried
coming at you like a spider hozen

I am a fucking tiger
First I jab em
Then I kick em
Good luck kiting me I have so many snares that your head would spin if I didn’t snare that too
Don’t hit me or you’ll just end up accidentally killing yourself 

lol good luck asshole

signs as things heard/seen at band camp

aries: *to the guy that took the last oreo* Fuck you, I hope you choke on that.

taurus: director: Be back at 4:20. entire band: *hoots loudly*

gemini: ‘Why are rainbows curved?’ ‘Because they’re gay.’


leo: Oh my god, a cloud! Praise the lord!

virgo: Honestly though, Michael is such a hoe.

libra: *shoving a tiny water balloon in someone’s face* Eat Squishy! Eat Squishy! Eat!!! Squishy!!!

scorpio: *two kids go in for a high five, but both dab*

sagittarius: I swear to god, put that motherfucking chicken down.

capricorn: I hope I don’t get a nipple tan.

aquarius: Do you dare disrespect Harambe?!?!?!

pisces: *tapping on a snare head* Wanna sit on this dick?

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