gnarly:

justtpeachie:

AHHHHH OMFG GNARLY JUST FOLLOWED ME AFSGDUFNFIVNEKDBXFENCKCN

yay love u lil daddy <333
reblog this if you want a follow from me, i wanna follow more of you guys

gnarly:

justtpeachie:

AHHHHH OMFG GNARLY JUST FOLLOWED ME AFSGDUFNFIVNEKDBXFENCKCN

yay love u lil daddy <333

reblog this if you want a follow from me, i wanna follow more of you guys


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googlearths:

GOING TO CLICK ON A NEW TAB AND ACCIDENTALLY EXITING OUT OF THE ENTIRE WINDOW

image

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summerashes:

Random guard diddy!
Dont judge my facials it was hot as shit outside!!

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Marching Band

cassiemysassy:

Reblog if you’re in marching band so I can follow you!
*Bonus points if you go to BOA*

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captain-snark:

moist-fondling:

themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

Literally me when I hurt people

oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend

OMG AT THE END WHEN HE JUST SCOOPS THE CAT’S HEAD TO HIS CHEST. FUCK.

captain-snark:

moist-fondling:

themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

Literally me when I hurt people

oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend

OMG AT THE END WHEN HE JUST SCOOPS THE CAT’S HEAD TO HIS CHEST. FUCK.

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marchingjunky:

squiet:

I’ve paraphrased what my band director had told us in response to complaining that there wasn’t enough pictures in the yearbook.
This is raw stuff. Because, as he said, band is paramount in all of students’ memories. Band is “the soundtrack to their high school career.”

The soundtrack to their high school career.

We blared out our school’s fight song as students walked onto campus for possibly the first time, and we are going to blare out our Alma Mater as they walk among their high school diplomas. Keep that in mind the next time you see your high school band or remember them.

The more I think about this, the deeper it gets.

marchingjunky:

squiet:

I’ve paraphrased what my band director had told us in response to complaining that there wasn’t enough pictures in the yearbook.

This is raw stuff. Because, as he said, band is paramount in all of students’ memories. Band is “the soundtrack to their high school career.”

The soundtrack to their high school career.

We blared out our school’s fight song as students walked onto campus for possibly the first time, and we are going to blare out our Alma Mater as they walk among their high school diplomas. Keep that in mind the next time you see your high school band or remember them.

The more I think about this, the deeper it gets.

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Q
What's the pacer test? D:
Anonymous
A

kada-bura:

oh god.

The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year. 

Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?

"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.

The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.

Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.

A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back. 

And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.

But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues. 


gaytectives:

just a reminder that marching band and color guard are highly competitive and difficult sports and if you think they aren’t i’ll beat you with a sousaphone (⊙‿⊙✿)

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