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johncougar:

weirdvvolf:

papauera:

lofticri3s:

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This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.

favorite things about this

  • literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
  • the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
  • all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
  • that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.

I JUST DIED

(Source: thelastdandelion)


defilerwyrm:

thegreenwolf:

xtori34:

Looking up Scottish mythological creatures and

Wulver: a werewolf in Shetland, that is said to have had the body of a man with a wolf’s head. It was reported to have left fish on the windowsills of poor families.

That is the nicest Werewolf legend I’ve ever heard of.

Now I wish I could draw because I’d love to draw this.

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i tried


bbyshock:

In the golden lightning             Of the sunken sun,        O’er which clouds are bright’ning,             Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

Graphic collab with cat

bbyshock:

In the golden lightning             Of the sunken sun,        O’er which clouds are bright’ning,             Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

Graphic collab with cat

bbyshock:

In the golden lightning
            Of the sunken sun,
       O’er which clouds are bright’ning,
            Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

Graphic collab with cat