“1/4? Really? Who writes a measure of ¼. WHY would you write a measure of ¼?” “Because fuck you that’s why.” “I will literally trade you my sandwich for that practice room.” “Dude you should eat your lunch.” “I won’t be able to eat it if my teacher decapitates me for not practicing JUST TAKE IT.” “I always wanted to look inside the percussion room. It’s like Narnia, but noisier.” “Satan created piccolos to punish the trumpets for their pride.” “I’m thinking about dropping music history.” “But why, don’t you need that class?” “Yes but half of it is non-music majors and two people were having a discussion about why there were hashtags at the beginning of the music.” “So my teacher convinced me to take the History of Rock and Roll over the Summer but it was an online course and he found the webcam filters and inevitably the first unit ended up being taught by a talking dinosaur on my webcam. This man teaches college theory.” “SHH. Don’t say the theory teacher’s name. He’s like Beetlejuice. If you say it three times he’ll appear behind you and fuck your shit up.” “I found out Mozart had a butt fetish and I’m never going to be able to stop calling him Mozfart.” “If I see a drink within 100 feet of that Steinway I will track you down and beat you with my harpsichord.”
that moment when you like a show so much it invades every aspect of ur life and ur like
I am a demigod
yes i have this whole series for slytherin!gojo but let’s take a moment to think about gryffindor!gojo.
a guy who is really the center of attention, the life of the party, the student that everybody knows even if they’ve never had a conversation with him. yes he’s the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, go figure. girls (and some guys) love him and everybody wants to be him.
gojo satoru is truly what people imagine when they think of the gryffindor house.
which is ironic because you’re probably the last person that comes to mind when house gryffindor is brought up.
it’s not that you’re not a gryffindor or embody it or whatever bullshit others say, you’re just, reserved.
and sure you have your own friends and your own life, but from the long list of gryffindor past and present, you seem a little different. you keep to yourself, you’re not loud, you’re not entirely brave (killing a spider is a daring task), and you don’t really like quidditch. not that you care about all of this. not at all.
and for some reason you have this inexplicable hatred for gojo. he’s loud, overbearing, he makes everything a joke, everybody loves him for some reason, and he always gets what he wants. all the professor dote over him, and it doesn’t help that he comes from a long line of witches and wizards when you’re just starting out.
you doubt he even knows your name, despite being in the same year, but you don’t care. you always manage to grumble something under your breath when he’s around.
so of course with your luck you find yourself in the common rooms, late into the hours of the evening, stressing over a potions paper you knew you should’ve started earlier.
and of course gryffindor!gojo is the only other person in the room, stressing over the same thing. and of course his eyes roam over to you and your hunched over form and your piece of parchment.
and when he strolls over and plops down beside you with that unbearable smile you have to control your face from grimacing.
“i don’t think we’ve ever met before,” gojo, the prince of gryffindor starts as if you don’t know him, “i’m satoru. and i think we’ve got the same problem and i could really use some help,”
his eyes are a bright blue that seem to shine in the crackling fire of the hearth, and his lips are pink and soft, pulled back in a customary smile. your swallow thickly.
“i’m a bit busy, so, no,” you say with an unapologetic look, quickly packing up your papers and shove them in your book bag, not noticing the way the esteemed gryffindors face falls in confusion at your bluntness, “goodnight.”
you race away to your dorm, shaking your head in annoyance and at his audacity all while he sits aghast on the couch, trying to think if he said anything wrong.
but don’t worry, if gojo satoru is one thing, it’s persistent. and he’ll figure out your problem even if it kills him.
PLOT TWIST: all the other ninja get kidnapped and Lloyd spends an entire season trying to rescue them and the world in general.
Y'all ever think that the reason we ship fictional characters together is that the actual characters we love so much will never be able to meet us and return the feeling so we project our love into the ship and thus continue our obsession. Same with real people too. Like celebrities we’ll never be able to meet for more then like five minutes so they can’t truly know us as a person like a close friend or family member so we just… ship them with someone else/each other so we get some sense of love from them.
IT'S MASON!!!
Ok, so in Gravity falls we don’t know Dippers real first name.
What we do know is that a couple of generations above them were another set of pines twin’s names Stanley and Stanford. At least someone in the pines family gets a kick out of twins with ridiculously similar names. My girlfriend pointed out that possibly Dipper was the same, and maybe the reason they gave only one twin a nickname is because the names were similar, causing confusion. Picking a word out she thought of “Gable” After confirming that Gabel was in fact a real name, we looked up the meaning and…
Triangular…
Just a thought.