this is the most innocent yak i have ever seen. this lifted my spirits a little.
One time my brother tried to yank away my “towel hat”, and was promptly horrified when I yelled in pain.
“I didn’t know your hair was IN there!!” he cried.
Boys.
WAIT YOURE HAIR IS IN THE TWISTY PART?!
Oh dear
I’ve seen this post several times and never actually seen anyone actually explain how to do the hair twist that long haired people can do, so I drew a tutorial. berrykoolaid
reblogging for demonstration because you learn something new every day
flutes/piccolos: asleep scattered across the floor of someone’s bedroom wearing matching sweatpants.
clarinets: moodily playing pokémon
alto saxophones: all at walmart separately because they all think they’re the ones responsible for treat bags and forgot until now. never see each other and each get like ten treat bags the next morning. confused but happy.
low reeds: finding more ways to hide dirty jokes on their section hoodies.
trumpets: practicing their “marching face” in the mirror to make it suitably focused and serious yet smoldering.
mellophones: trying to figure out how to attach a large sign to their instrument that says “it’s a mellophone, not an exceptionally large trumpet.” they are doomed to fail and the masses remain uneducated.
trombones: frantically trying to fix their instrument from attempting to pop to the box in their bedroom with the slide as far down as possible and slamming into the ceiling.
baritones/euphoniums: reflecting bitterly on all the times the tubas have upstaged them. vow to never let it happen again.
tubas/sousaphones: standing in front of a mirror trying to figure out precisely which angle at which to tip their beret to look the most roguish.
pit percussion: still loading their equipment on the band truck even though they started after school; one of them is missing for no reason.
drum line: performing a ritual sacrifice.
color guard: already doing their hair. still almost don’t get done in time.
drum majors: practicing their salute 40,098 times, then making sure they don’t “stand weird” while conducting.
Whenever my parrot flips out and gets angry, I say, “Hey,” in this soft, comforting voice and then talk to him gently. He calms down within seconds.
I just got frustrated enough at something that I went, “ARGH.” My parrot said, “Hey,” all softly and sweetly like a dozen times over the next minute. It made me feel better instantly.
My parrot is better at conflict de-escalation than most people.
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