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hauntedbystorytelling · 5 months

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Alfred Eisenstaedt ~ Women doing exercises in the Trümpy school, 1934. Published in Die Dame 9/1934 | src getty images

Alfred Eisenstaedt ~ Woman doing exercises in the Trümpy school, 1934. Published by Die Dame 9/1934 | src getty images

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Alfred Eisenstaedt #botd (December 6, 1898 – August 23, 1995)

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mall-goth-activities · 2 years

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Jojo’s Bizarre marching band hcs (Updated & Edited)

It’s the middle Marching band season! Soo imma make some hcs abt what instruments the jjba characters might play if they joined band.

Definitions for ppl who haven’t/don’t participate/d in marching band

Drum major: person who’s on the raised platforms (helps the band run smoothly on the field)

Colorguard: A Sport that is a combination between gymnastics, dance and cheer. It has ppl who swing flags, do cool stunts with fake rifles and sabres,

Mellophone: an alternative instrument for French horn players to play during marching season.

Baritone an alternative instrument for euphonium sometimes trombone players to play during marching season

Sousaphone: Marching tuba

Section leader: person who’s in charge of their section

Front ensemble: The percussion ppl who don’t march but they still perform (they are located in the front of the field)

Drumline: percussion ppl who march with the drums and stuff

Euphonium: a mini tuba basically

Marching season: spans through late July-November sometimes December depends on the school.

Concert season: January-whenever the spring semester ends. it’s basically the band instruments you see in concert halls at ballets, or other theater performances. It accompanies the orchestra very often.

(Btw I am a band kid myself and I play the trumpet)

Part 1:

Jonathan Joestar: mellophone/French horn he seems like a guy who would play it plus his theme has a French horn in it

Robert E. O. Speedwagon: Mellophone

Dio Brando: soprano saxophone or trumpet bc of his big fat ego, He often boasts to the other band members (especially freshmen) abt how he’s better than them.

Will A Zeppeli: clarinet

Erina Pendleton: colorguard/oboe

Straizo: oboe

Poco: clarinet

Poco’s sister: oboe

Part 2:

Young Joseph Joestar: Trombone bc he’s a doofus and he always interrupts Caesar when he plays when he has the chance

Caesar Zeppeli: flute or alto sax, always impresses his fangirls when he plays

Lisa Lisa: a band director who plays Tenor sax/bassoon or maybe a colorguard director

Granny Erina: colorguard director

Smokey: drumline or alto sax

Suzie Q: colorguard

Stronheim: Front Ensemble or drumline

Pilllar men: Front ensemble

Part 3:

Jotaro Kujo Part 3: bari sax bc his mom wanted him to play it, because it reminds her of Sadao when he preforms his jazz music.

Holly Kujo: everyone’s FAVORITE band mom! 😃 (she used to play mellophone)

Noriaki Kakyoin: Trumpet

Jean Pierre Polnareff: flute or sax

Muhammad Abdul/Avdol: sousaphone/drum major

Old Joseph Joestar: Band director who plays trombone

Hol Horse: trombone or trumpet

Anne (the runaway girl): trumpet

Mariah: colorguard

Oingo: sousaphone

Boingo: trumpet/trombone

Midler: colorguard

Vanilla ice: tenor sax

Alessi: recorder (hes a not in band, he annoys Band ppl)

Iggy: Physically incapable of playing an instrument except for barking. He may chew up somebody’s reeds mistaking them for coffee gum.

Part 4:

Josuke Higashikata: Alto Sax or trumpet

Tomoko Higashikata: Band mom who’s very devoted into supporting the band

Okuyasu Nijimura: baritone or sousaphone

Keicho Nijimura: drumline

Koichi Hirose: trumpet or clarinet or piccolo I cannot decide

Yukako Yamagishi: clarinet/drum major

Reimi Sugimoto: used to play flute before she got murdered

Rohan Kishibe: clarinet

Mikitaka Hazekura: colorguard or bassoon

Hazemada: clarinet

Shigechi: A middle school band kid who plays French horn or euphonium

Kira Yoshikage: Front ensemble (plays oboe during concert season)

Hayato Kawajiri: a middle school band kid who plays clarinet

Jotaro Kujo P4: band director who plays bari sax

Yuya Fugami: gives of baritone or sousaphone player vibes (he rizzes up the colorguard girls)

Yuya’s fangirls: colorguard

Tonio: Major band sponsor

Aya Tsuji: colorguard director

Akira Otoshi: Front Ensemble or alto sax

Shinobu Kawajiri: Wholesome band mom

Part 5:

Giorno Giovanna: Alto or soprano sax

Guido Mista: Trumpie dumpy- I mean trumpet

Narancia Ghirga: clarinet or trumpet

Pannacotta Fugo: mellophone or bass clarinet drum major

Bruno Bucciarati: band director who plays Mellophone or flute

Leone Abbachio: band director who plays clarinet (he has beef with saxophone players for some reason)

Trish Una: Colorguard or flute/piccolo

Risotto Nero: He just gives of bari sax player vibes idk why

Prosciutto: colorguard (plays bassoon during concert season)

Melone: that one creepy clarinet player who hits on the colorguard girls

Ghiaccio: mellophone (he complains constantly about how the trumpets are too loud and he gives dirty looks anyone who messes up)

Formaggio: trumpet or drumline

Illusso: tenor sax

Sorbet&Gelato: the wholesome couple in drumline

Pesci: plays flute or tuba has performance anxiety

Doppio/Diavolo: clarinet

Chiocolatta: that one creepy bass clarinet player

Secco: clarinet

Squalo: trombone

Tiziano: Tenor Saxophone or colorguard

Part 6:

Jolyne Cujoh: Drumline

Ermes Costello:Trombone

Gwess: Sousaphone

Foo Fighters: Trumpet or sousaphone

Weather Report: Flute

Narcisso Anasui: alto sax or colorguard

Part 6 Jotaro Kujo: band director who plays Bari sax

Emporio Alniño: Drumline or trumpet

Enrico Pucci: rival band director who plays Bassoon

Versace: drumline or sousaphone

Rikiel: trumpet or bass clarinet

Ungalo: Front Ensemble

Pearla Pucci: colorguard

Mrs. Kujo/Jotawife: supportive band mom

Part 7:

Johnny Joestar: Front Ensemble plays flute during concert season

Gyro Zeppeli: tenor sax

Diego Brando: trumpet bc of his fragile ego

Hot Pants: I’m debating between bari sax,baritone, bass clarinet or drumline. She was maybe a drum major at one point

Lucy Steel: Colorguard

Funny Valentine: Mellophone or Trumpet

Part 8: (I had no time to read it yet but I’ll get to it if I have time)

Part 9: not enough info

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojos #jojo #marching band au #marching band #bandcamp #marching season #hcs #jjba hcs #bandlife #band kids #anime and manga #woodwinds #brass instrument #percussion #color guard

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hotchrocket-archive · 3 years

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BAU members as gen z “aesthetics”

(Is that a thing? I think it’s a thing)

Emily:

E girl of course

Owns so many pairs of fishnets she can’t count them all

Dyes her hair a new color every month

Surprisingly not in to anime though, she’s more of film geek as she’s really into old black and white noirs

Gets into fights with trumpies on twitter

In love with the entirety of the snl season 32 cast

Penelope:

Kid core aesthetic of course

Has a million plushie collectible things

Is a total weeb

A gamer of course. She has a huge pink themed set up in her room

Ex horse girl

Hotch/Aaron:

Takes model Congress way to seriously and sulks after he loses the gavel to a girl at Yale moco

Is a Soviet kid and thinks the wwII kids are losers

Has a bust of Marcus Aurelius in his room

Is a rich ass Scarsdale type. His room is a grey blue theme and has monogrammed pillows on his bed

Yet he is still popular at school, probably because he plays hockey

Walks around with a copy of the catcher in the rye and talks about how Holden is the blueprint

Spencer:

TikTok twink (I’m sorry)

Has a light academia aesthetic and has an addiction to anything that makes him look like he goes to a gothic boarding school in the 30s

Has the vogue Harry styles cover hanging up in his room

Popular at school but because he’s “one of the girls”

Posts a bunch a activism TikToks and Instagram posts and is one of those “gen z is the revolution”

Favorite band is cage the elephant

JJ:

Basic white girl im sorry

Wears black leggings and brandy tops all the damn time

Does cheer

Is a COVID nonbeliever and posts video being like “how am I supposed to breathe without air”

goes to frat parties as a highschooler

Becomes popular on TikTok for her dances though and moves to Cali to become an “influencer”

Derek:

Football player

A douche around his friends but actually a huge softie who respects women

Calls his girlfriend his queen

Has a Instagram where he posts those shirtless red eye pics on the dark

Teams up with Emily sometimes to take down trumpies

Has a obsession with the great gatsby

Rossi:

Stereotypical Italian American I guess

I cannot imagine him as gen z so I’m giving up here

#cm #criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect quotes #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #david rossi #emily prentiss #penelope garcia

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elizabeth-standley · 5 years

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An Open Letter to Victoria’s Secret

Victoria’s Secret, you gotta rebrand. My friend called you “Trumpy,” and that’s so spot on. I think it’s because all your models look like Melania. You’re just one PR nightmare away from bankruptcy. More progressive lingerie brands — and by that I mean ones without Jeffrey Epstein affiliations — are circling your stores like vultures. It’s ominous, for sure, but you’re not dead yet. We can turn this around! You have market share, cheap panties, and Cara Delevingne on your side. Why am I so invested in saving you? I guess I can’t bear the thought of a middle school dance smelling like anything other than Love Spell. Anyway, here’s the game plan.

1. Let people know a big change is coming. Spend approximately one month advertising that, “Victoria will reveal her secret on [INSERT DATE].”

2. I was going to suggest you do the big reveal at your annual fashion show, but Bazaar recently reported it’s been cancelled. Fuck. Opps, I mean, “Don’t sweat it!” Any old day will do. The “reveal” should be stripped of all bells and whistles. This is no time for highly saturated photos or fancy graphic design work. In fact, forget images altogether. I’m thinking nothing but a blank screen and a woman’s voice — Scarlett Johansson’s, if it’s available — saying, “I’m not perfect.” That’s it. The secret’s out. You’re just “Victoria’s” now. Plain and simple.

3. Future advertisements for Victoria’s should, of course, feature “real” women. But you’re not Aerie. You’re very, very sexy. Scarlett Johansson voiced your reveal ad, for Christ’s sake! My advice is keep things raw and gritty. Think pregnant Demi Moore. Think Charlotte Gainsbourg. Think dry martinis and postcoital cigarettes.

4. Simplify your products to match the new ads. Bye, bye cutesy patterns. Bye, bye logos on every damn thing. Hello, black lace. Hello, collabs with notable female designers. Let’s ditch the PINK line altogether. It’s infantilizing. Speaking of which, don’t shy away from pubes.

5. Oh, hey! Women's Wear Daily says you just hired your first plus-size "angel." How brave! To further make amends for your past sins, donate a small portion of sales to a woman’s advocacy nonprofit. Maybe Leslie Wexner could go on a public apology tour, too.

Will anything remain the same? Love Spell, duh! I thought we covered this already.

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miamistax · 5 years

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The two biggest outrages currently circulating through the bloodstreams of Donald Trump’s Red Hat loyalists include Rep. Rashida Tlaib, D-Mich., calling the president a “motherfucker,” and, of course, breaking news that Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, D-N.Y., in addition to (shock! horror!) dancing on videotape, once went by the nickname “Sandy” while in high school. That’s it. …

Will this be Trump’s “Burning of the Reichstag” moment? If he gets away with declaring Martial Law, he will become America’s Hitler. And all you Trumpies will support it like the German people did because you’ll believe he’s not coming after you.

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oselatra · 6 years

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Fair to middlin'

The Observer and Spouse got out to the Arkansas State Fair the other evening thanks to a couple of free tickets and a parking pass we'd scored, the latter helping us bypass the $10 parking fee they're now instituting just to get in the gate.

The Observer and Spouse got out to the Arkansas State Fair the other evening thanks to a couple of free tickets and a parking pass we'd scored, the latter helping us bypass the $10 parking fee they're now instituting just to get in the gate. Is sawbuck parking a new thing? The Observer's mind is getting a little squishy in our old age, and we may have skipped the fair entirely last year, so we can't quite remember.

October being our favorite month, our dance card is usually full up to the point we've skipped the State Fair entirely a time or three. This year, though, Junior is off to college and his old gray-headed Pa and still-fabulous Ma are empty-nesting it whenever he doesn't decide to come home and clean out the cabinets like a starving refugee. With all the good stuff on Netflix long since binged and the cats brushed and the laundry caught up, we decided to do the grand tour of the Midway.

The Observer has had a love affair with the fair since we can remember. Our Pa, a roofer who clung to the hem of respectability his whole life, used to let his wayward sons skip school sometimes to accompany him to the State Fair on a midweek afternoon, Pa chowing down on buttered popcorn and funnel cakes dunked in powdered sugar before stepping to the air-powered BB machine gun booth to cut out the red star from the paper card with surgical precision. While the guys stoked on Rambo movies would step to the line and loose an ear-splitting barrage, Pa trickled out a few shots at a time — ra-tat! ra-tat! ra-tat! — snipping out the star bit by bit, until not even the slippery carny who ran the place could talk himself into believing he saw a lingering speck of red. The Observer walked the midway with more than one big ol' bear thanks to Pa's skill with a shootin' iron.

The fair has changed and not changed in the intervening years, grown bigger but simultaneously smaller. To Yours Truly at 13, rushing through the Hall of Industry, collecting sacks of pencils, Rice Board stickers and pamphlets on the dangers of driving around railroad crossing gates, the fair seemed vast, colorful, beautiful, maybe even a little dangerous to a kid being reared way out in the sticks of Saline County. These days, it's only huge in The Observer's mind. We mused as much to Spouse over lemonade and a foot-long corn dog after walking the Hall of Industry, packed with quackery, candy apples, fancy knives, rebel flags and earnest politicians. In our memory, that room is Walmart size, so big it had a horizon, concealing wonders. Today, we realize we could throw a bottle cap from end to end without much trouble. Such is the human condition, which you'll find out soon enough if you don't know it already: The past is huge; the present is so very, very small. When the Trumpies cry "MAGA," that's the impossibility they're really asking for: Find a way to make my present as big as my past.

Still, the Incredible Shrinking Fairgrounds notwithstanding, the cheerful couple strolled the damp, neon-lit dark, eating our overpriced fair food on a stick. We listened for the ra-tat! of the BB machine gun booth. We ogled the rides both of us are too chicken or too wise to ride, and watched the hearty backwoods youngsters shampoo and blow dry their competition goats under the yellow light outside the show barn. It was a grand old time.

Once, as a boy, we told Spouse there in the dark, we paid a whole buck to see the World's Biggest Horse at the State Fair. The guy running the tent was a stringy, sunburnt cowboy. As we walked around the tarp barrier that kept the curious from stealing a look for free, we were greeted with an elephantine, dust-colored rump that towered far over our head.

"Turn around here so we can get a look at ya, Jimmy," the cowboy said. At the sound of his name, the vast horse shuffled around in the tiny space, turning a head as long as the bucket of a steam shovel, and looked at Yours Truly with snow globe eyes. We can still remember that moment pure and whole: the boy from nowhere and the horse as big as God, regarding each other. Or can we? Can a horse even BE as big as the one in our memory, there on the magical midway? We're not so sure anymore. But we're also kinda glad we'll never know for certain.

Fair to middlin'

#Fair to middlin'

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hauntedbystorytelling · 1 year

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Der klingende Baum. Eine Berliner Tanzschule. Scherl's Magazin Band 5, H. 11, November 1929

top: Kammertanz-Gruppe Skoronel: Bizarres Getümmel

bottom: Strenge Kompositionen (Rigorous composition)

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hauntedbystorytelling · 2 years

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Alfred Eisenstaedt :: First lesson at Truempy dance school, Berlin, 1930, printed in 1995. | src Sotheby's

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#alfred eisenstaedt #truempy dance school #truempy tanzschule #mirror #vue de dos #view from behind #tanzschule trumpy #trumpy dance school #tanzschule trümpy #little dancer #first lesson #dance students #ballerina dress #dance costume #1930s

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hauntedbystorytelling · 2 years

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Alfred Eisenstaedt ~ Costumed dancers at Truempy Dance School looking at themselves in studio mirror, Berlin, 1930, for Life Magazine. | src Google Arts & Culture

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#alfred eisenstaedt #danseuses #dance costume #dance group #trumpy dance school #dance students #dancers #group portrait #1930s #danzatrici #mirror image #mirrored #tanzerinnen #tanzkostum #tanzschule trümpy #berthe trumpy #tanzschule trumpy #truempy dance school #truempy tanzschule

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hauntedbystorytelling · 2 years

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Schuelerinnen der Tanzschule Skoronel in Berlin. Tanzgruppe Skoronel-Truempy. Fotografie um 1930. Foto: Lotte Jacobi

Lotte Jacobi :: An der Berliner Tanzschule von Berthe Trümpy und Vera Skoronel, um 1925. © Staaliche Museen zu Berlin, Kunstbibliothek | src Zwanzigerjahre Die Weimarer Republik war ein Tanzparadies

Students at the Skoronel dance school in Berlin. Dance group Skoronel-Truempy. Photograph around 1930. Photo: Lotte Jacobi