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Can we talk about the concept of humans adopting other sentient aliens as equal members of their families?

Like, in the posts I’ve seen so far, there’s mostly talks of humans adopting dangerous alien critters as pets but what about humans adopting sentient aliens?

“Human-George, just leave that be, they’re just a runt.” - “… No.” - “Human-George, you can’t - put them down! What are you doing?” - “Krlunk, I’m not leaving a child behind on this forsaken moon to die.” - “But they’re just a runt, not worth raising. The broodbirther and the feeders must have left it behind when they migrated 5 sols ago.” - “Are they going to come back?” - “No, Human-George, Twargs migrate for long periods of time, and we can’t spare the time to go after them.” - “Then I’ll take them with me.” “- “What?” - “I’ll take this little champion here with me and I will raise them as my own.” - “You- you can’t just do that! You can’t just spill your pack-bonding instincts- Human George!!! Get back here!” - “Don’t listen to Krlunk, kid, I won’t leave you here alone. Doesn’t matter how many appendages you have. You hungry? Thought so, let’s go get you some grub.” - (in the distance) “Human-George! The extra rations are coming out of your pay!!!” - “See if I care, Krlunk. Go eat paperwork or so.”

Imagine human patchwork families with little aliens raised and loved alonside their own, imagine some human trying to explain to crewmates how they have a Twarg sibling and a Sh’ilean sister even though their parents look very much human, imagine humans parents trying their very best to provide their alien child with the best possible care.

Also imagine it the other way around. Humans getting adopted by aliens and bonding with them just as much as they would with their own kind, either through deeds or just love. Humans building their own families in a wild mix of colours and number of appendages or eyes.

“So this is my human side of the family, see, these are my human parents.” - “Is that your larval form in their arms, Hooman-Cassandra?” - “Sort of, yeah, and this is my Gran’hroo mother and all of her children.” - “How can you have a Gran’hoo relative? I thought your kind could only come from a bonded pair of hoomans?” - “Oh, I used to live on the same mining colony as her when I was a child and I’d play with her children, spent most of my days in their house and one day I called her ‘Acraï’ - ‘mother’ in Gran’hoo language - by accident. It kind of stuck. She took me in when my parents temporarily left for another space station and I wanted to finish my education where I’d started it. When I left for my first space journey, she gave a clan insignia and called me her daughter so yeah… this is my Mom, my Dad, and my Acraï and they’re all my parents.”

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“Every time I look into his eyes, I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I’ve got in my hand and rub it into his face. That’s how much I like him.” ()
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all of you, keep your eyes forward. i’ll guard your backs. ins.

Letterman

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

A/N: I fought through some wicked writer’s block for this (apologies in advance for if it’s not great) so I hope I can get properly back on track now I’ve forced myself out of my rut 

Request: Archie x River vixen!reader where they make out in Freds truck and he catches them.

Word Count: 1,682

Warnings:There’s some heavy duty smooching involved.

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THIS WAS A PROMPT BUT I FUCKED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT EARLY SO NOW ITS GONE FOREVER IM SORRY ANON BUT I STILL WANTED TO FINISH IT SO YE the prompt was basically innocent religious dan and phil like pines after him ; ending in sex in church bathroom and yes, you are going to hell

it’s also really long oops

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Phil was fucking screwed. Never had he wanted someone so bad as he wanted Dan Howell. That boy fucked with his head and his body and his life. And he wasn’t even TRYING.

If he was trying, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Dan seemed completely oblivious to Phil’s attempts to win him over. The light blush on his cheeks said otherwise, but Dan ignored it completely. Dan was the goddamn priests son, but Phil liked a challenge. And this definitely was one.

Phil took another sip of the dumb nonalcoholic punch they were serving, scowling at the plastic cup. He shouldn’t be here, at this dumb church party, he didn’t have to be. It was optional, unlike the weekly services he was required to attend due to his parents getting pissed that he had defiled the school with graffiti yet again. It wasn’t that bad, he got to see Dan at least. But the only reason he was here was for him.

“Hey,” a girl spoke, interrupting Phil’s thoughts. He turned to look at her, scanning her blonde hair and plaid school uniform. Who wears a uniform to a party? Church kids, Phil figured.

“Uh, hey,” Phil responded, sounding completely uninterested, but she didn’t take a hint.

“Fun party, huh?”

Phil raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling, pulling a flask out of his leather jacket pocket and tipping the clear liquid into the cup.

“No, not particularly.”

She seemed a bit put off by that, but bounced back quickly.

“So, do you know anyone here?” She asked, her voice light and Phil swore he heard a hint of flirtiness in her tone

Phil chuckled, his eyes glinting.

“Look, sorry honey, but if you’re trying to get in my pants you might as well give up now. I like cock, dunno if your tiny brain can wrap itself around that, but the only reason I’m here is that I want to fuck Dan Howell.” He casually picked at a black nail, flashing her a tight lipped smile. “So, if you still want to bother me after that, feel free. But I’m gay as hell. Just saying.”

The girl stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw practically hitting the ground. Phil chuckled. He loved doing that.

She let out a small squeak, whirling on her heel and rushing off. Phil shook his head.

Phil cursed under his breath as he watched her beeline straight to Dan and his group of friends at the other side of the room. Phil couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she pointed at him less than subtly. A blush appeared immediately on Dan’s face, a hand going to cover his mouth automatically. He said something, and glanced over at Phil. Phil winked, waving. Might as well commit.

Dan blushed harder, looking away immediately and pressing his hands to his clearly heated cheeks. Phil smirked. He loved how much of an affect this had on him. He was so responsive.

Phil would just have to wait until he was alone.


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It was about half an hour of boredom and wanting to leave later when Dan’s friends started to leave one by one, and Phil watched them almost hungrily until the only one left was the girl who had talked to him.

Phil moved along the wall a little closer, straining to hear their conversation. He couldn’t hear her but he heard Dan say “Silvia, I’m fine, I’m just gonna help clean up. I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with walking home alone?”

“Of course. It’s just a few blocks over.” He offered her a soft smile, touching her shoulder, and Phil’s heart swelled. Damn it. “It’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school, alright?”

“Alright…” she agreed hesitantly, going on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, rushing out of the room.

And then it was only them.

Dan cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to redden again. “So, um, do you want to help clean up, or…”

Phil recognized the opportunity he was offering, and took it. “Yeah, sure. I’d say you’ll probably need a hand.”

Phil helped Dan fold chairs, watching him the whole time while Dan avoided his eyes.

“You look nice,” Dan commented, just being polite, but Phil snorted.

“Are you kidding? I’m wearing rags compared to you. Seriously, who wears a tie to a party in a church basement?”

Dan blushed even harder, glancing down at the black tie fastened neatly around his neck.

“Me, I guess,” he muttered, laughing awkwardly.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Phil blurted.

Dan looked at him then, eyes wide. “Who, Silvia?”

Phil nodded, and Dan laughed. Like, really laughed.

“No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “She’s my cousin!”

Now Phil laughed too, pushing his hair back until it sat in a quiff above his forehead.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “Well, thank god.”

He expected Dan to just brush off his comment like he always did, change the subject, look away, something. He didn’t.

“Why’s that?” He asked softly, pressing his lips together and searching Phil’s face. “Why are you relieved?”

Phil shrugged, tossing a plastic cup at the trash and making it. “Because if you were with anyone else, I’d be upset.”

He glanced at Dan, smirking at the way his eyes had widened and his mouth had fallen open just slightly.

“W-Why?” Dan asked again, biting his lip and turning back to the plates he was stacking.

“Because I like you.” He shrugged, casual. “I wanna make you mine, and if people are interfering, that’s a problem, isn’t it baby boy?”

A small gasp escaped Dan’s mouth at the nickname, and Phil smirked.

“Silvia… Silvia said you…” he trailed off, chewing on his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Phil took this opportunity to step closer.

“That I want to fuck you?” Phil asked, finishing the sentence, and Dan tensed up.

“Yeah…” he muttered, practically a whisper.

“Well, it’s not a lie.” Phil glanced at him, searching his face before turning back to the chair he was folding up. “I’ve been hitting on you for the last month, you didn’t notice?”

Dan shook his head, avoiding his gaze, and they were quiet for a moment.

“You ever kissed a boy?”

“What?!” Dan spluttered, his cheeks redder than Phil had thought possible. “N-No, of course not, I… I couldn’t.”

Phil turned to look at him, frowning, turning his whole body this time so he was facing him.

“Why not?”

Dan faced him too, at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.

“I mean, I s-suppose I could but… I CAN’T. That… that’s…” he trailed off, and Phil stepped forward so he was only inches away. Dan froze, but didn’t move away.

He trailed a finger up Dan’s jaw slowly and Dan swallowed, shivering, watching its progress. “You never know if you like something until you try it, right?”

“Well I suppose, but…” Dan gasped as Phil grabbed his tie, wrapping it around his hand and pulling Dan closer.

“But?”

“But…” Dan looked like his mind was going fuzzy, glancing down at the tie that Phil was holding him by and back up at Phil’s eyes, and then his lips. “I’m not gay,” he practically squeaked, his voice small.

“You never know if you like something unless you try it,” Phil repeated, slowly touching Dan’s waist with the hand that wasn’t gripping his tie. Dan didn’t move an inch as Phil leaned over, pressing his lips against Dan’s.

Phil waited a second to make sure Dan wasn’t going to pull away before reaching up to touch Dan’s chin, really kissing him. He dragged his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, rather surprised when he actually opened his mouth.

He could feel Dan’s hands shaking as they moved up Phil’s chest, sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Phil gripped his waist, pulling him as close as possible. With one hand he tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, kissing him deeper. He tasted like awful punch and fruit gum, and Phil was sure he tasted like cigarettes, but Dan didn’t seem to mind.

Phil backed him against the wall, kissing him hotly and letting his hands roam Dan’s body. He moved his mouth to Dan’s jaw, kissing down to his neck and nipping at the pale skin. Dan whimpered, moaning softly and tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Phil…”

Phil pulled back, pressing his forehead against Dan’s and breathing heavily.

“Is there somewhere we could go?” Phil breathed, and he promised himself if Dan said no, or didn’t get the hint, he would give up. Dan’s brown eyes blinked at him.

“Just one…”

They ended up in the boy’s bathroom, Phil roughly shoving him against the wall and kissing him possessively. Dan whined into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and clinging to him desperately.

Phil grabbed Dan’s thigh, hooking his leg around his waist and Dan took the hint, hopping up and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. Phil went back to his neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.

He unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, loosening and removing his tie before kissing him again. He let Dan push off his leather jacket and tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Phil’s hands explored Dan’s chest, pinching one of his nipples, and Dan gasped.

“Phil…” he moaned, an indirect beg for more. Phil palmed at his bulge, feeling Dan grind against his hand desperately.

Phil picked him up, spinning them around and setting him down on the counter, tugging at the button of Dan’s black jeans. Once he got them off he flipped Dan over after pressing a kiss to his jaw, bending him over the counter.

“I’m guessing you’ve never done this with a guy before,” Phil muttered, smoothing his hand over the curve of Dan’s ass and squeezing roughly. Dan jumped.

“N-No…”

Phil kissed the nape of his neck, pressing himself against Dan’s body. “Are you sure you want to?”

Dan let out an almost desperate gasp, his voice breaking. “Yes, yesyesyes, god just please… p-please fuck me, Phil, want you.”

Phil grunted, slapping Dan’s thigh sharply. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Phil took no time removing his jeans, tugging down Dan’s boxers as well, grinding his still clothed bulge against Dan’s ass. Dan moaned, reaching back and grabbing Phil’s hips, pulling him closer.

Phil’s boxers were off in a second as well, skin rubbing against skin. Dan pushed his ass back; he was a needy bottom and Phil fucking loved it.

Phil held two fingers to Dan’s mouth, motioning for him to open. Dan sucked on the fingers obediently, slicking them up with spit.

“This might hurt a little,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s entrance with one finger. “Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”

“Mhm,” Dan agreed, pushing his ass back again. Phil slapped it and Dan yelped, pulling forward again.

“Don’t be a needy bitch, Dan,” Phil growled, pushing the first finger into Dan slowly. Dan moaned.

“S-Sorry, sir-” he gasped.

Phil took his time stretching him; considering it was his first time he didn’t want it to hurt too bad. Dan flinched away at first but soon he was whining and grinding back on Phil’s digits. Phil moaned just at the sight, he never thought he’d have him like this.

Finally he pulled out, holding his hand up to Dan’s face again and instructing him to spit. Dan did as he said, and Phil slicked himself up with that as well as precum that was already forming on the head of his swollen cock.

“Ready?” He breathed, pressing his whole body against Dan’s and leaning over him to kiss his neck. Dan whined.

“Yes, yes sir, please, I’m ready, I need you.”

Phil hummed in approval; he loved how quickly Dan had changed from a good little church boy to a desperate slut with just a little kissing.

Phil pushed in slowly, taking his time in edging into Dan, which took an incredible amount of self control on his part. Finally he bottomed out, kneading Dan’s ass in his hands. Dan was a mess beneath him, whining and whimpering at every movement, conflicted between pushing back and pulling away.

Phil reached up, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, giving it a soft tug and driving a whimper out of Dan’s pretty mouth.

He began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in slowly, Dan gasping every time he did so. Phil snapped his hips roughly without warning, thrusting hard, and Dan cried out.

“Fuck!” He practically shrieked, a loud feminine moan falling from his mouth.

“You’re a loud little slut, aren’t you?” Phil panted, groaning as he thrust roughly again. Dan let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuckfuckfuck p-please, fuck, harder…”

Phil obliged, driving his cock deeper into the whimpering boy, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. Phil tugged on Dan’s hair again, watching his face through the mirror, and fuck he could cum just from that.

Dan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks red and flushed, his hair messy and his eyes glazed over with need. Phil groaned, snapping his hips.

Phil knew he had hit Dan’s prostate when he screamed, a loud “FUCK, PHIL” bouncing off the walls. Phil smirked, angling his thrusts to hit that spot.

“This is a sin, you know,” Phil growled, reaching up to cover Dan’s mouth with his hand as he fucked into him harder. “Such a filthy fucking sinner for me, princess, ruined on my cock.”

Dan’s desperate muffled moans against his hand were pushing him to the edge, that and his tight heat encasing Phil’s cock. Phil smirked.

“Such a pretty fucking sinner too, isn’t that right? All for me. Your tight ass is all mine, yeah?”

Dan didn’t answer, continuous moaning falling from his mouth, muffled by Phil’s hand. He just nodded frantically, his moans sounding close to sobs.

Dan came after a few more thrusts all over his stomach, white streaking the counter under him and he whimpered, now sensitive to Phil’s cock pounding into his prostate every thrust.

Phil pulled out, quickly tugging Dan to his knees in front of him, guiding his cock to his lips. Dan took it obediently, lowering himself on Phil’s length. Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and fucking his throat as gently as he could. Dan gagged, digging his fingernails into Phil’s hips, and that was all it took. Phil came down his throat, keeping his cock still until he was sure Dan had swallowed all of it.

He helped Dan to his feet, holding him steady because it was clear he was close to falling over.

Dan just stared at him, stunned, watching as Phil casually got dressed. After he was clothed he cleaned Dan’s stomach and the counter with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash.

He grinned, kissing Dan’s cheek and backing towards the door, winking.

“See you next Sunday, Danny.”

Your hands are Really Nice- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (requested) Reader is too shy to tell Jughead about her feelings, so Veonica and Betty take matters in to their own hands (mostly Veronica)

Warnings: Swears, fluff so much fluff I couldn’t even deAL

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Being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. It feels taboo, like it’s wrong, and unhealthy. You’ll lay awake at ungodly hours of the night, wondering “How did this happen?” You’ll replay every moment of every waking minute you spent with them, wondering how in the world you ended up lying on your floor with an empty bowl of ramen beside your head and imagining what it would feel like to kiss them. You’ll catch yourself admiring the tiniest insignificant things about them, and every detail of their stupidly cute face, and every indent and curve and freckle on their body, and let me tell you, it sucks. Falling in love with your best friend isn’t easy, especially when your best friend is Jughead Jones.


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For me my first memory of Carrie was when I was 11 years old. Very new to the film industry, never been on a film set before, but what Carrie did was just made the whole experience to me fun. It wasn’t intimidating, it wasn’t daunting in any way it was just fun. And, you know being inside the ewok costume you get very hot and I remember every time I took the head off Carrie would be there checking on I was okay. She had chocolate milk and cookies. You know, whenever she thought I needed. And she kinda became a very sort of on-set mother figure. Yeah, I just remember her humour, just making the whole experience fun. — Warwick Davis

Apparently, the rule of “if I fits, I sits” also applied to suitcases.

This was a problem that Kent discovered when he came back from the bathroom. Kit had decided the best place to sit in the entire house was on top of his folded clothes.

Laughing softly, Kent snapped a picture and posted it onto Instagram before he gently removed her from his suitcase so he could finish packing. She protested and tried to climb back in again as soon as he’d set her aside.

“You can’t come,” he told her, but she ignored him and hopped back in.

After the fourth time, Kent gave up and stretched out onto his bed. It only took a few minutes before Kit finally abandoned the suitcase and settled on Kent’s chest instead.

Mrow?

“Yeah, I love you, too.”

Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, 
Verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie 

 Courfeyrac // Les Misérables 

anonymous asked:

Can you beliave that Isak and Even didn't get out of bed before half past 12 and were just lying next to each other too cosy to get up and just breath lazily and Even got on his elbows and all at once started kissing Isak's face with like hundert of kissies and Isak held his neck and laugh bc "Even what are you doing?Stop it." And Even kissed corner of his lips and looked in his eyes"You stop being so cute then I might stop" And Isak rolled his eyes bc Even you are such a sap and reached tokiss

OH GOD ANON. YES THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED.

even always showers isak with compliments bc he loves him so much and isak pretends to hate it but you know him, he’s melting inside

like just this morning they were awake, but like you said they obviously didn’t want to get up (they have been unpacking boxes for 4 days okay, give them a break) so they’re just laying in bed, on their sides, facing each other. they’re talking about their first impressions of each other because isak loves to hear about even noticing first (which is still. unbelievable to him) and even loves how it makes isak blush, so he asks “what did you think when you first saw me?”

“i don’t know. probably that you were hot or something” isak smiles and it feels so good to be able to compliment even so openly, because he deserves it and isak may be bad at many things but he will be good at making even happy if it’s the last thing he does. also he is hot, so. “what about you? what was your first thought when you saw me?”

even pretends to think about it for a while, scratching his chin and everything, just to see isak roll his eyes and giggle at him. finally, he looks back at isak “i thought you were the most beautiful person that i had ever seen”

and isak (through a very impressive blush) huffs and makes an annoyed noise “do you have to be such a sap all the time?” he tries to keep up the annoyed front but even’s smile is brighter than the sun and it is so fucking contagious

“you love it!” even starts peppering kisses all over isak’s face, on his neck and that tickles okay, that’s the only reason isak is giggling like an idiot right now

“i don’t, i hate it” that statement holds absolutely no weight when paired with the goofy lovey smile isak is sure he has on his face right now, but he honestly could not care less

to be fair, the look of even’s face is at least as ridiculous, but, isak has no doubt, a million times more beautiful. he doesn’t have a lot of time to admire it before even is leaning down and kissing his lips. it’s short and sweet and soft and god, isak is so fucking in love

when they part even whispers “i love you” really quietly, isak is still in awe of how soft even always is with him and he feels like such a doofus because he really cannot help the huge smile that’s taking over his face right now (if he tried, that is, which he isn’t), he can’t manage more than a whispered “i love you” back

he doesn’t really mind being a doofus for even, he thinks. in fact, he’s pretty sure there is no part of him he wouldn’t show even.

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Because she loves him. She loves him, you know? She’s not gonna let him control her, or be her “everything”, you fall in love with someone and there’s a commitment there.  They made a commitment with their marriage to each other, support and be there together, through ups and downs, through thick and thin. It was made a long time ago, and through all the bad he has done, it’s always been with the guise of protecting her. It’s never been with destruction in mind, or causing harm and pain towards her. 

1.1k celebration → for @betsypaige22​ (x)

  • *Keith's home video ends*
  • Keith: That was awesome. My mom looks really young there, doesn't she?
  • Hunk: Dude, what was that? What happened right there?
  • Keith: Huh?
  • Hunk: What was the family on the stairs? What was that?
  • Keith: That was probably the next family coming in to get there presents.
  • Hunk: What are you talking about? What was happening there?!
  • Keith: That was the Christmas tradition....Where you go house to house collecting your presents and when the next family comes, you would run.
  • Hunk:
  • Hunk: I'm not aware of this tradition, Keith. In fact, I think you were just stealing from that home....
  • Keith: What? No! I was taking their presents but they were taking MINE. Yeah, that's why there were never any presents at my house when I got back. The neighbors took them. You're telling me on Christmas Day you wouldn't go from house to house collecting presents?
  • Hunk: NO! NO ONE DOES THAT!
  • Keith: But my mom said that was the tradition!
  • Hunk: And your mom is a thief and a murderer who eats people, so she's not exactly trustworthy.....

anonymous asked:

So... Do you have any tips on how to compose music for French horn?? Like, what even is that key signature... Do you have a method for writing it?

Welp I’ve never composed original music for horn before soo..ahaa

(I’ve arranged stuff??) but I guess I could write down some things that may help you compose for it:

“what even is that key signature”…same

- yeeahh we play in F. meaning a P4 up from C. my method for writing for horn is using sibelius and selecting ‘horn’ as the instrument and then bOOM done.

If you’re writing for horn by hand, you can always write it in C. But then we’d have to transpose it, and sure we’re used to that by now, but we’ll definitely sigh or groan when seeing thatthepieceisn’tinF……….

so either write in C >:(,  transpose into F as you compose, or use online program’s magical-ness to transpose for you

- we have a pretty solid uhhh range but it depends on the skill level of the player? Lowest we can play that sounds decently good is pedal C (concert F) (2 octaves below the staff) and high, above the staff C (again, concert f) (yes we can play higher than that)(no do not write horn parts higher than that please).

- treble clef!!! unless writing really low parts for 4th horn, then you may write in bass clef. or if you’re composing for solo horn… yes you may go into bass clef sometimes. just mainly stick to treble <3

- we sound hella good in all dynamics so. compose extreme dynamics for us. in all ranges, yes.

(loud and low is hard, & soft and high is hard,,, btw)

- speaking about range?? high stuff is usually hardest b/c that’s when our partials get closer and closer together so accuracy is…sometimes shady but yeah careful if you have us jump around partials too much. if you want to make the piece easy, that is. if ya want your piece to be at a more difficult level, jump around all you like.

-yes to double tonguing and triple tonguing required rhythms but eeehahksjdrk

- if you’re writing a symphony??…. 1st and 3rd horn usually have the highest parts and 2nd and 4th are lower and support 1st/3rd horn parts in octaves. sometimes. you might already know that but yeah.

- we can do trills….we can do stopped horn!!! writing for stopped horn is fun and it makes cool noises so you can get creative with that…same with flutter tongue and multi phonics and other mute required stuff C: (yay brass lyfe)

oh and hand in bell, we can do weird bendy pitch stuff with that so you can take advantage of that too.

- in band? since there are usually 4 or less of us…we’re usually doubled with saxes or baritones or trombones. Does that mean we like it? no. Especially not saxes. if you hAVE to double us, do it with some other brass instrument. WE CAN PLAY REALLY LOUD BTW AND EASILY TAKE CHARGE OF OUR OWN MELODY ;A;

- …if you ever find yourself writing a march, give us the melody for once…. no more off beats…please and thank you.

ok that’s all I could come up with at the top of my head…. fellow horn players feel free to add on!