finally condensed all my apps and thought it'd be fun to name the folders after instruments that have the same first letter as what the folder is for (trumpet = tools, clarinet = communication, etc.)
isnt it cute
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@ask-tjeffs
finally condensed all my apps and thought it'd be fun to name the folders after instruments that have the same first letter as what the folder is for (trumpet = tools, clarinet = communication, etc.)
isnt it cute
wtuba

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hey
is it naruto or naruto
Let me tell y'all about Wednesday Man
Every Wednesday, this old man (like gotta be in his sixties or maybe seventies old) runs through our marching band rehearsal carrying our universityâs flag yelling âWEDNESDAY!!!â (on weeks before games, heâll yell SATURDAY to hype us up for the upcoming game)
This always brightens my mood because like aw how sweet right? But today. Today was different.
Today, he ran through our rehearsal yelling SATURDAY as per usual, everyone âWOO"ed and shit bc we love him
And then as heâs running off the field towards the parking lot, with no prompting or context, he yells, and I quote, "EVERYONE WANTS TO GO TO HEAVEN BUT WHO WANTS TO DIE?â and then left
(Like 5 different flutes raised their hand in response to that question but thatâs not the point)
i dont think yall understand how many overly specific reaction pictures i have saved on my phone and they cant be applied to just anything so ive been saving them and when the time finally comes im going to fucking bombard whoever my poor victim is with 125 reaction pictures

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what happened to Jennaâs SQUIP
she took it separately from everyone else, so Christine drinking the Mtn Dew red wouldnât have affected her im just sayin
âŚ. Jenna rulinâ the world..?
Jefferson looked over at the taller man. He was definitely more slimmer and more built than him. He made a face, noticing the same type of clothes that they were both wearing, which was pompous and bright. Finally, he decided that the man before him was almost like him. "So you're also Thomas Jefferson?" //thomas-jefferchris
Thomas looked at the shorter man, taking in his rather⌠different appearance. They wore the same magenta coat, but it fit differently. âI am Thomas Jefferson. And⌠I suppose youâre the other one.â
Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. âYeah. Iâm the other Thomas Jefferson.â He smirked before taking a step back. âYou have some, rather, different figure, than me.â
âI never thought âThomas Jefferson is so shortâ would ever cross anyoneâs mind⌠yet here we are.â Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.
âThe world is just more bigger when youâre an average height.â He shrugged and looked at his nails. âIâm still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.â
âYes, but how much taller?â Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be ânot much.â
Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomasâ chest. âEnough about my height.â
âI canât help it, youâre so small.â Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.
Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. âAnd youâre too tall.â
âThereâs no such thing.â Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jeffersonâs cane off of his chest.
Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. âYes there is.â
âI disagree.â Thomas shrugged and he grinned. âHave I told you I like your jacket?â
Jefferson looked down at his jacket and then at Thomasâ jacket. âThey are the same!â
âThatâs why I like it.â Thomas laughed. âYou have good taste.â He nudged Jefferson.
Jefferson rolled his eyes and smiled. âI sure do.â
"So, what exactly are you doing here?" Thomas quirked a brow.
"Papa, you know I don't want to marry him! He's so old!" (@ask-lucy-jefferson)
âHeâs not that old, Lucy, and you know you must.â @ask-lucy-jefferson
âI wonât do it. You canât make me.â
âLucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.â He insisted.
âFor your own personal gain, more like. I wonât. Iâll be a nun.â
âItâs whatâs best for you and your siblings.â Thomas sighed. âDo you really want to ruin this for them?â
Lucy scoffed. âTheyâre married! Theyâve already gone off into the world!â
âDo you honestly think they donât still depend on me for money?â Thomas shot back.
âI canât marry him! Heâs old and cruel!â
"You can and you will, Lucy." Thomas said with an air of finality.
Alex circled around Thomas, his eyes completely slit, giving out his snake features. "Well, well, well... look who'ss the prey now." He hissed at the taller man, showing his serpent tongue. "Would be a shame if take a bite of you." He grinned.
Thomasâs fawn-coloured wings ruffled, his talon-like fingernails tapping the ground. âPlease,â He scoffed. âYou couldnât take a bite out of me if you tried.â He rolled his eyes; they were dark, but something flashed through them that made them seem lighter.
Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.
Thomas wouldnât let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didnât want to risk getting hurt more.
One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.
Thomas didnât want to be there any more than Hamilton did. âThis proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.â He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.
Alex hissed and looked at him. âYou only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.â He stated as he took a step towards him.
âNo, I think itâs atrocious because itâs taking money from farmers. We both know Iâm the one who supports taking money from the rich.â Thomas glared.
Alex blinked and shook his head. All of the shocks mustâve gotten to him. âSorry, I meant to say farmers.â He hissed.
âAt least farmers work for the good of others, unlike <i>you</i>.â Thomasâs eyes narrowed.
Alex continued to his as he got closer to him. âExcuse me?â
"Are you suddenly deaf?" Thomas glared at the other, also moving closer.
Alex circled around Thomas, his eyes completely slit, giving out his snake features. "Well, well, well... look who'ss the prey now." He hissed at the taller man, showing his serpent tongue. "Would be a shame if take a bite of you." He grinned.
Thomasâs fawn-coloured wings ruffled, his talon-like fingernails tapping the ground. âPlease,â He scoffed. âYou couldnât take a bite out of me if you tried.â He rolled his eyes; they were dark, but something flashed through them that made them seem lighter.
Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.
Thomas wouldnât let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didnât want to risk getting hurt more.
One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.
Thomas didnât want to be there any more than Hamilton did. âThis proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.â He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.
Alex hissed and looked at him. âYou only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.â He stated as he took a step towards him.
âNo, I think itâs atrocious because itâs taking money from farmers. We both know Iâm the one who supports taking money from the rich.â Thomas glared.
Alex blinked and shook his head. All of the shocks mustâve gotten to him. âSorry, I meant to say farmers.â He hissed.
"At least farmers work for the good of others, unlike <i>you</i>." Thomas's eyes narrowed.

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Jefferson looked over at the taller man. He was definitely more slimmer and more built than him. He made a face, noticing the same type of clothes that they were both wearing, which was pompous and bright. Finally, he decided that the man before him was almost like him. "So you're also Thomas Jefferson?" //thomas-jefferchris
Thomas looked at the shorter man, taking in his rather⌠different appearance. They wore the same magenta coat, but it fit differently. âI am Thomas Jefferson. And⌠I suppose youâre the other one.â
Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. âYeah. Iâm the other Thomas Jefferson.â He smirked before taking a step back. âYou have some, rather, different figure, than me.â
âI never thought âThomas Jefferson is so shortâ would ever cross anyoneâs mind⌠yet here we are.â Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.
âThe world is just more bigger when youâre an average height.â He shrugged and looked at his nails. âIâm still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.â
âYes, but how much taller?â Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be ânot much.â
Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomasâ chest. âEnough about my height.â
âI canât help it, youâre so small.â Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.
Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. âAnd youâre too tall.â
âThereâs no such thing.â Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jeffersonâs cane off of his chest.
Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. âYes there is.â
âI disagree.â Thomas shrugged and he grinned. âHave I told you I like your jacket?â
Jefferson looked down at his jacket and then at Thomasâ jacket. âThey are the same!â
"That's why I like it." Thomas laughed. "You have good taste." He nudged Jefferson.
Alex circled around Thomas, his eyes completely slit, giving out his snake features. "Well, well, well... look who'ss the prey now." He hissed at the taller man, showing his serpent tongue. "Would be a shame if take a bite of you." He grinned.
Thomasâs fawn-coloured wings ruffled, his talon-like fingernails tapping the ground. âPlease,â He scoffed. âYou couldnât take a bite out of me if you tried.â He rolled his eyes; they were dark, but something flashed through them that made them seem lighter.
Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.
Thomas wouldnât let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didnât want to risk getting hurt more.
One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.
Thomas didnât want to be there any more than Hamilton did. âThis proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it.â He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.
Alex hissed and looked at him. âYou only think its atrocious because its taking more money from the rich.â He stated as he took a step towards him.
"No, I think it's atrocious because it's taking money from farmers. We both know I'm the one who supports taking money from the rich." Thomas glared.
Jefferson looked over at the taller man. He was definitely more slimmer and more built than him. He made a face, noticing the same type of clothes that they were both wearing, which was pompous and bright. Finally, he decided that the man before him was almost like him. "So you're also Thomas Jefferson?" //thomas-jefferchris
Thomas looked at the shorter man, taking in his rather⌠different appearance. They wore the same magenta coat, but it fit differently. âI am Thomas Jefferson. And⌠I suppose youâre the other one.â
Jefferson crossed his arms and huffed. âYeah. Iâm the other Thomas Jefferson.â He smirked before taking a step back. âYou have some, rather, different figure, than me.â
âI never thought âThomas Jefferson is so shortâ would ever cross anyoneâs mind⌠yet here we are.â Thomas leaned back and crossed his own arms, quirking an eyebrow.
âThe world is just more bigger when youâre an average height.â He shrugged and looked at his nails. âIâm still taller than my Madison and my Alexander.â
âYes, but how much taller?â Thomas taunted, knowing the answer would be ânot much.â
Jefferson opened his mouth and then closed it again. He pulled up his cane and used the top of it to poke Thomasâ chest. âEnough about my height.â
âI canât help it, youâre so small.â Thomas chuckled, looking down at the shorter, longer-haired version of himself.
Jefferson made a face and continued to press the top of the cane on his chest. âAnd youâre too tall.â
âThereâs no such thing.â Thomas insisted, gently nudging Jeffersonâs cane off of his chest.
Jefferson made a face and put his cane down. âYes there is.â
"I disagree." Thomas shrugged and he grinned. "Have I told you I like your jacket?"
Alex circled around Thomas, his eyes completely slit, giving out his snake features. "Well, well, well... look who'ss the prey now." He hissed at the taller man, showing his serpent tongue. "Would be a shame if take a bite of you." He grinned.
Thomasâs fawn-coloured wings ruffled, his talon-like fingernails tapping the ground. âPlease,â He scoffed. âYou couldnât take a bite out of me if you tried.â He rolled his eyes; they were dark, but something flashed through them that made them seem lighter.
Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.
Thomas wouldnât let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didnât want to risk getting hurt more.
One day, Alex was stuck in a debate with Jefferson. His skin itched and he wanted to leave. He knew that Thomas was going to use the collar on him and he hated it. His neck was all scarred by both the shocks and him scratching to take off the collar.
Thomas didn't want to be there any more than Hamilton did. "This proposal is atrocious, Hamilton, and you know it." He stated with an air of finality, sitting back down. He was hoping that would be the end of it.
"Papa, you know I don't want to marry him! He's so old!" (@ask-lucy-jefferson)
âHeâs not that old, Lucy, and you know you must.â @ask-lucy-jefferson
âI wonât do it. You canât make me.â
âLucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.â He insisted.
âFor your own personal gain, more like. I wonât. Iâll be a nun.â
âItâs whatâs best for you and your siblings.â Thomas sighed. âDo you really want to ruin this for them?â
Lucy scoffed. âTheyâre married! Theyâve already gone off into the world!â
"Do you honestly think they don't still depend on me for money?" Thomas shot back.

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"Papa, you know I don't want to marry him! He's so old!" (@ask-lucy-jefferson)
âHeâs not that old, Lucy, and you know you must.â @ask-lucy-jefferson
âI wonât do it. You canât make me.â
âLucy, you know you need to, for the good of the family.â He insisted.
âFor your own personal gain, more like. I wonât. Iâll be a nun.â
"It's what's best for you and your siblings." Thomas sighed. "Do you really want to ruin this for them?"
Alex circled around Thomas, his eyes completely slit, giving out his snake features. "Well, well, well... look who'ss the prey now." He hissed at the taller man, showing his serpent tongue. "Would be a shame if take a bite of you." He grinned.
Thomasâs fawn-coloured wings ruffled, his talon-like fingernails tapping the ground. âPlease,â He scoffed. âYou couldnât take a bite out of me if you tried.â He rolled his eyes; they were dark, but something flashed through them that made them seem lighter.
Weeks passed since that incident. Alex had stopped trying to get into fights with Thomas, yet each time he got close enough to the falcon, he would get shocked by him. He tried his best not to make a scene about it, but it was getting painful and excessive.
Thomas wouldn't let Alex within ten feet of him. His bones were strong, but Hamilton managed to shatter three of his ribs and fracture one more. He didn't want to risk getting hurt more.