Ok, I NEED you to understand just how insane even ATTEMPTING this was for them.
1. Playing an instrument is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Don’t think I’m stepping on any toes saying that.
2. Dancing is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Still not controversial.
3. YOU AVOID, AT ALL COSTS, MOVING YOUR BODY WHILE PLAYING A WIND INSTRUMENT. To make the correct, pleasant sounds, you need to be in the correct form. And that form involves your ENTIRE body, even your legs when sitting down.
4. “oh, but I’ve seen marching bands before and-” MARCHING BANDS HAVE ENTIRE SCIENTIFIC FIELDS DEDICATED TO FIGURING OUT HOW TO MARCH WITH MINIMUM BREAKING OF PROPER FORM. A marching band tries to be as smooth as possible while moving, so as not to jar their instrument, mouth, neck, arms, torso, or anything else.These ladies and gentlemen are BOUNCING and still playing properly, what the FU-!
5. AND ANOTHER THING! Wind instruments and dancing BOTH make demands on your breathing, so the fact that they are dancing (making you breath faster for extra oxygen) AND playing wind instruments (making you effectively hold your breath) AT THE SAME TIME is HUGE. Their lungs must be MASSIVE.
All of that also; the song is Sing, sing, sing (with a swing). If you wanna listen to some of THE SPICIEST big band ever recorded. Its a big hard song and this band does it expertly.
I will. I will say ONE thing. As a wind instrument player, and very drunk atm for unrelated reason.
Most of the point above are correct, save for the first.
Playing in syncs with other is actually easier (Imhe, ymmv) due to a stronger base beat/rhythm/placement to follow and the ability to drop out when you need a breath knowing that there is plenty of volume to cover you and and that when you pop back in, you’ll know where you are thanks to following the players around you (and which point you then provide th same opportunity to your band mates)
No because pride and prejudice isn’t “I changed myself for you so you would love me back.” It’s “your blatant rejection and disdain for me made me realize things about myself no one had ever been bold enough to tell me so I sat down and evaluated all my behavior patterns and why they came about and came to the realization myself that I had to work on myself. Also I don’t expect you to love me now that I’m a work in progress, so I’m just going to do nice things for you because I don’t like seeing you hurt.” No wonder P&P fans refuse to settle.
an au where lwj is a florist and wwx is the guy coming in twice a week to buy flowers. every time lwj delivers to the same workplace, to the same guy (who is kinda rude tbh and lwj has no idea why wwx likes him) but each time wwx gets different flowers. this goes on for like weeks, with wwx working his way through lwj’s entire flower selection and lwj is kinda sad when wwx buys the last flower he hasn’t tried yet bc he’s probably not going to come back but he does! he comes back in the next week with a lil handwritten list of flowers and just keeps picking from them instead of from random.
it takes a while for lwj to cotton on but eventually he notices that the guy wwx sends the flowers to always starts sneezing or sniffling the second he accepts them. added onto the fact that there’s always a group of his colleagues who always coo over the ~romance~ of him getting flowers, meaning that he has to display them on his desk and can’t just throw them out, and lwj is downright suspicious.
the next time wwx comes in lwj is like are you sending spite flowers?? and wwx is like yes. absolutely. 100%. he’s a massive dick and im getting revenge. lwj is like no im not harassing some random guy just so you can be petty and wwx is like nah nah jzx is my sister’s ex and he broke up with her for x dumb reason (probably soup related or he called her plain idk), you understand why i gotta do it right? and lwj does bc he was also very petty when jgy and lxc broke up.
so wwx keeps coming in and they keep sending spite flowers to jzx but then wwx comes in one day and is like they got back together ): ): ): and lwj is like oh,,,, does this mean you won’t need to buy more flowers? and wwx is like yeah i can’t do that anymore bc i’ll disappoint my sister but if jzx has to be her bf, i need someone to help show just how good a boyfriend should be and shame him for how much he sucks. lwj will you be my super amazing and completely out-of-my-league boyfriend? lwj is like are you asking me out of spite and wwx is like /: i’ve been flirting with you for months now, im not asking you out bc im being petty (side note: there was definitely a more convenient florist he could have gone to but he took one look at lwj and was like this is worth using up my entire lunchbreak). anyway they sort that shit out and are henceforth disgustingly in love and if it so happens to inspire jzx to be the best boyfriend he can be, well that’s irrelevant.
anyway the first time the four of them get together lwj walks in with a bouquet of flowers and jzx just pales bc he recognises the flowers and during dinner lwj is like yeah im a florist and i met wwx when he bought flowers and jzx is doing everything he can not to like actually say anything bc he’s finally figured out who’s been sending him flowers the whole time. wwx just smiles pleasantly at him from across the table and asks if he’d like some more soup.
hey! i saw your tags and i think that if jc were bankrolling it it probably would’ve gone something like this:
Jiang Cheng impatiently taps his fingers against the table, and pretends not to notice the way everyone steers well clear of his little corner of the café. He pulls his phone out and opens his chat with Wei Wuxian again. Just like the last time Jiang Cheng checked, the latest message from Wei Wuxian simply says ‘see you soon’. Jiang Cheng isn’t quite sure what Wei Wuxian’s definition of ‘soon’ is, but his own one doesn’t count twenty minutes late as ‘soon’.
Just as Jiang Cheng’s about to give up and go back to work, the front door slams open and Wei Wuxian runs in. He scans the room quickly, and then, having spotted Jiang Cheng, makes his way over to his table. Wei Wuxian drops into his chair, legs sprawling out.
“Hey,” Wei Wuxian greets with a bright smile.
Jiang Cheng takes several deep breaths. When he’s convinced that he’s not going to kill his brother he says, “I’ve already ordered.”
Wei Wuxian nods along and then peers down at the table, taking in the half-eaten slice of cake and the empty coffee mug. Worried that Wei Wuxian is going to ask to try some of his cake, Jiang Cheng pointedly takes a bite and doesn’t offer any. Wei Wuxian doesn’t move.
When it becomes clear that Wei Wuxian has no intentions of budging, Jiang Cheng asks, “Are you not going to order?”
“Nope!”
“Why not?” he demands, pulling the cake closer to himself.
Wei Wuxian hums and then tells him, with an undeserved amount of confidence, “I just felt like watching you eat today.”
Jiang Cheng is torn between cringing at the thought of his brother intently watching him eat his cake, and throttling Wei Wuxian because he actually thought that Jiang Cheng would fall for that.
“Bullshit,” Jiang Cheng enunciates, “what’s the real reason?”
Wei Wuxian immediately slumps against the table, and whines, “I went over my monthly budget.”
Jiang Cheng laughs at him.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Wei Wuxian complains.
“What else should I do?” Jiang Cheng retorts.
A sly look crosses Wei Wuxian’s face, one that Jiang Cheng doesn’t trust at all, and he says, “Give me money.”
“Nope. No. No way.”
“Come oooon, it’s for a good cause.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I am but a starving artist, and you are a rich man who can fund my vision,” Wei Wuxian tells him, a pleading look crossing his face.
If he were his sister, Jiang Cheng would’ve immediately opened his wallet and given Wei Wuxian everything he had inside. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng thinks Wei Wuxian’s pouting face is stupid and not at all cute or endearing. He’s feeling magnanimous today though, and decides to play along with Wei Wuxian’s game anyway.
“And what is your vision?” he asks.
“Revenge on Jin Zixuan,” is Wei Wuxian’s immediate answer.
Jiang Cheng stares at him, but Wei Wuxian looks completely serious. When it becomes clear that Wei Wuxian is being genuine in his intentions, Jiang Cheng nods, and pulls out his wallet.
Going from being the weird kid to a weird adult is actually very freeing. Once you embrace the weird things instead of letting people judge you by them, life gets a lot easier, and you find the other weird people you can vibe with.
Being a weird adult meeting a weird kid means you can just do those weird kid things and show that it doesn’t have to be weird. Sometimes you get to show a 12yr old how to find cicada shells, eat apples from neglected old trees, find wild garlic, play with plastic dinosaurs in the sand, and how to pinch off bits of earthworm to make your bait stretch further. And just maybe this gives that kid a glimpse that you don’t have to grow into the little box society tries to put you in.
yuuri tells us in the early episodes that while he tends to flub his jumps he’s capable of closing the gap with his program component scores. he tells us that he’s known for his spins and step sequences. this means that he doesn’t just have consistent level 4s on those technical elements he’s pretty much the best in the field. his pure skating skills are crazy, like think jason brown for a pre-series yuuri, his technical skills are absolutely on point.
and we have to question what he tells us about his jumps, too. yuuri’s favorite jump is the triple axel. axels. are. hard. it’s his favorite jump and commentators know it’s his favorite jump, which means this is… a generally consistent very good jump. axels are hard!!! he has the quad toe loop and can land the quad sal in practice, and in the span of just a few months yuuri is not only making the salchow consistent but he then adds the flip, the second hardest quad to land, and seems to master it in a month.
yeah that’s not someone who’s not technically skilled.
as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.
every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.
until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.
imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet
