#sspeaks

Mostly a blog to save horny posts and maybe make some if I’m feeling it…

Sub vers, kinky, whimpering dog coded :)

Anons are open, please only refer to me using masculine & neutral language if you do send anything

Spring break promises new beginnings, a resting place from the busy happenings of the early months. Pale swirling colors, light dustings of pollen. The usual.

Spring break is reminiscent of nostalgia. It sounds like gentle acoustic guitar strings, the purr of a cat as it brushes against your leg.

“have a good spring break :) 🌸”

(aka our teacher being done with us)

- “why did you choose this tempo?” “our inability to go faster”

- “don’t put vibrato on everything, otherwise the important notes won’t be important anymore. it’s like putting ketchup on all your food.” “ew gross ketchup”

- “this piece was written for flutes, but we’re violinists, so I guess we’re flutes now”

- “so, what’s a sarabande?”

“it’s a sensual dance.” “...”

- “it’s festive”

- “my improvisation is called an improvisation for a reason. I actually have no idea what I’m doing”

- “what does adagio mean” “slow?” “no. it means ‘at ease’” “WHAT”

- “a triosonata has three people” “...”

- “french works are the hardest. This isn’t even completely French, it’s pseudo-French” “bruh”

- “how about we add in terraced dynamics, ya know, because it’s the baroque period” “NO.”

- “play with energy!” v1: breaks a bow hair

- “the whole piece is crotchets and arpeggios, so it’s very repetitive” “like my jokes”

(quietly) “glad you’re aware”

- “oh no i think my bar numbers are all messed up”

- “your D string is de-tuning, get it”

- “we gotta be trumpets today”

It’s literally saved me from myself at times.