Y’all need to stop saying shit like “songs with the same bpm”
Beats per minute is a unit. The word you’re looking for is tempo.
If two songs have the same tempo, their bpm are equivalent.
You wouldn’t say two people of the same height have “the same inches.” You would say height. So stop saying two songs have “the same bpm” when you can just say tempo
I’m an assistant band director don’t argue with me
I have a music degree and taught for over a decade. You can say BPM or tempo it’s basically all the same. Don’t let the classical music snobs get you down
Oh no, I made a post voicing a pet peeve of mine and suddenly I’m a “classical music snob” even though I’ve been playing baroque flute for over a decade professionally…
People can live for thousands of years. It’s a known and normal fact of life. When someone is born there’s only one thing that can kill them. Marked somewhere on their skin like it was carved there in the womb is how they will die. Most of humanity don’t live more than a hundred years, the people exceeding this are rare, and are marked with things like “heart attack” or “car accident”, but some are born with either unknown demises or statistically improbable things so their lives stretch on for centuries. Friendships, relationships, marriages, often all end up based around people who have similar causes. No one with centuries ahead of them wants to fall in love and lose someone twenty years later to an uncured disease.
The fake ah crew formed because of their age. All having lived through multiple ages, they drifted until they landed together in one city. A city full of wanna be immortals setting fires one moment then fireworks the next. Los Santos was hectic and the perfect place for people like them. Thrill-seekers with no expiration date.
Jeremy and Jack bonded quickly over their similar causes. Jeremy’s reading “solar flare” and Jack’s reading “planetary collision”. Jack liked to point out that that meant he could die on a space mission to populate other planets and Jeremy is sad he wouldn’t be on that ship.
Michael hid his from the others for a long time, only letting them know his age until Gavin accidentally saw the words burned across his lower back. “Rock falling from high building”. The skyscrapers make him nervous.
Geoff tried to tattoo over his mark once but the scarring just faded the ink away in a few weeks and he was left with “Jellyfish sting”. He avoids the ocean at all costs and only went to an aquarium once (where he had a panic attack at just reading the sign pointing to the Jellyfish and Ryan had to take him home early)
Gavin is most proud of his. Tugging up his shirt to show off the “witchhunt” on his stomach whenever someone’s curious. He likes to point out that there haven’t been any witch hunts in centuries and now witches are just roaming the streets with their guidebooks in hand. He swears he cheated death and missed his chance to die.
None of the others know what Ryan’s mark says. They’ve all assumed it was similar to Michael’s in it obscurity, or avoidable like Geoff’s. But he wont speak of it. He joins the others in their games and heists and even laughs with them about the way they’ve gotten better at stealing since the invention of modern weapons, namely guns and then silencers, and so on. All the while, on the back of his thigh is one word: “gunshot”
honestly if tumblr does die like a good 75% of twitter users are screwed cause they’ve been ripping off posts from here and blocking everyone who calls them out
Iron in the Sand 