#mozart (answered asks)

[lost-soul-in-time]

Marc’s shows varied in quality and reputation of venue, all what he claimed was ‘diversifying his range’. From standard stages in bars, underground speak easies that were subject to police raids at least twice a week, and classier gigs he needed a new suit each show. Grasping a semi regular gig in another bar, it’s the first time he’s been hesitant to let Oliver see it. They were nearing three years, but this one performance has a new air of secrecy to it.

A note with the address is dropped in one of his textbooks, a kiss to his lovers temple before he leaves for the performance.

“Don’t ask anyone what’s happening here, don’t tell anyone you’re going here. Sit in the third seat to the left, the table as a big ugly lamp beside it.”

Most of the bar is quiet, conversations kept to themselves at all times. Marc is no where to be seen, no invite extending to see him in the dressing room. A tiny piece of paper is on each of the tables, brief programs of the nights variety act. Fake names, not one of them Marc.

@snakedifferentskin

Oliver has been to Marc’s shows before. Even before they’d established the underlying feeling in their relationship, he was always there to support him in everything he did. However, none of his shows were usually this… secretive? Was that the correct way to describe it? As he seats himself down at the corresponded table and rereads the instructions left for him, perhaps secluded would be correct as well.

Slipping the piece of paper back into the pocket of his coat, he briefs over the programs and names listed, discreetly looking over his surroundings. If Marc wasn’t in the show, would he be meeting him here? It would be the first time they’ve attended any social event alone, with just the two of them as company.

Except with no sign of Marc at the table or on the tiny list of programs, he’s left with only his thoughts as company for the time being. It was harder to pass the time without Marc to fill the silence, but he could make do. The distinctively ugly lamp keeps his attention for now.

#mozart (answered asks) #snakedifferentskin #𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. (past marc)

[lost-soul-in-time-archives]

"I mean..."

@ink-being

Fuck.

By the way Ollie’s sentence trails off, Oliver can only assume what they were insinuating; he has to control himself from pouncing on them and giving them anything and everything they wanted. As much as this revelation surprises him, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t had similar thoughts. It was difficult to not let his mind wander. They would look so much smaller in his arms…

“This is — quite the revelation.” Oliver musters the strength to say, his face momentarily becoming unreadable. His hands seem to have a mind of their own, snaking themselves around their waist and steadily pulling them closer until they were pressed against him. At this short distance, the mischievous glint in his eyes is much more obvious. “But there’s only so much minimal pleasure you can get from your fingers alone, darling.”

#play something for me? (ask memes) #mozart (answered asks) #vivaldi (rp thread) #ink being #my dearest #( suggestive. )

[meirimerens]

have you ever watched Mozart, l'opéra rock? I feel like its something you might enjoy maybe

oh god okay i have a #funny history with Ml'OR which is i'm Very Aware of it it was Everywhere when i grew up, one of my friends was obsessssssed with it she had learned how to play Tatoue-Moi on the piano. i've never really been interested in the thing because while i'm a theatre kid i'm not a Theatre Kid iykwim i'm not particularly into musicals HOWEVER. so many of Ml'OR songs slap so hard it's not even fucking funny. i have multiple saved on my phone that i listen to unironically and regularly.

for everyone who doesn't know Mozart l'Opéra Rock here are the bangers of the list

"Cette nuit, intenable insomnie / La folie me guette / Je suis ce que je fuis. Je subis cette cacophonie / Qui me scie la tête / Assommante harmonie. Elle me dit, tu paieras tes délits / Quoi qu'il advienne / On traîne ses chaînes / Ses peines.

Je voue mes nuits / À l'Assasymphonie / Au requiem / Tuant par dépit ce que je sème Je voue mes nuits / À l'Assasymphonie / Et au blasphème / J'avoue je maudis tout ceux qui s'aiment

L'ennemi tapi dans mon esprit / Fête mes défaites / Sans répit, me défie. Je renie la fatale hérésie / Qui ronge mon être / Je veux renaître / Renaître"

^ what if i told you this was a peter stamatin song. mmh? what if i told you this.

"Encore / Nos idées que l'on tord / Étranglées dès l'aurore Et nos rêves / Que l'on crève / Sans un remord

Toujours (de défaite) / Leurs valeurs qui encourent (courbé la tête) . Les gardiens de leurs tours (tours d'ivoire) / Indécents (sans nous voir) / Ils sont devenus sourds

Penser l'impossible avant tout / Brûler nos prisons dorées / Oser l'utopie jusqu'au bout / Seuls les fous nous ont fait avancer

Encore (à genoux) / La censure pour des corps (cordes à nos cous) / Nos esprits qu'ils essorent (sortilèges) / Ils nous piègent (privilèges) / Au nom des carnivores

Penser l'impossible avant tout / Brûler nos prisons dorées / Oser l'utopie jusqu'au bout / Seuls les fous nous ont fait avancer"

^ what if i told you this was an andrey stamatin song. what would you do.

^ what if i told you it was yulieva

^ literally pathologic. lilich coded first and foremost.

tldr: won't watch the whole thing because i'm not a musicals girl but the songs slap everyone go listen to the songs

#QUAAAND LE RIIIDEAU TOMBE TU RETOURNES AVEC TEEEEES OOOMBRES ELLES TE SONT FIIIIIIIIDÈÈÈÈÈLES.... DIEU QUE LA GLOIRE EST MORTELLE...... #QUAAAND LE RIIIDEAU TOMBE ET QUE LES DÉCORS S'EFFONDRENT TU IMPLORES LEEEEE... CIEEEEEL... DIEU QUE LA GLOIRE EST CRUELLE...! #TU MEURS.... AVEC...... ELLE....................! #banger #ring ring (answers) #anonymous #asking a french in her 20s if he knows mozart l'opéra rock like asking him if he knows of bread. yes brother i do.

[arda-ancalima]

i hope you have a nice Easter!!!! :D

Ahh thank you!!! You too if you celebrate!! :D

#arda answers #currently doing my annual late night practice before singing tomorrow haha #excited for mozart's ave verum with soprano/alto/organ #thanks for the ask :D <3

[supercantaloupe]

idk…patron of big city adventures and fall cooking and woodwind shenanigans

i can get behind this yeah

[ask meme]

#'woodwind shenanigans' makes me think specifically of last year when the first and second clarinet in orchestra would dick around on break #by playing the exposition to the mozart concerto together. but one of them on Bb and one of them on A #horrid. it's so fucking funny every time #sasha answers #ask meme #notyouraveragejulie #ty! #this ask game is getting a lot of milage

[szeryngs-sibelius]

classical music enjoyers of tumblr!! reblog and put in the tags: if you could only listen to 5 classical pieces for the rest of your life, what would those be?

#yes i'm rewatching old twoset videos what about it #anyway mine are #sibelius violin concerto #tchaikovsky serenade for strings #bartók concerto for orchestra #mozart requiem #and possibly shostakovich symphony no 5 #?? those are my spontaneous answers ig #please let this be the first of my posts that doesn't flop #i'm actually really interested in y'alls answers #classical music #music ask game

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

Lestat being Mozart coded is something that can be so fucking funny

#I’m always asking myself working on the mozart concertos—what is happening here emotionally? #and I think the answer is #gay sex and unimaginable levels of violence #iwtv #personal #things Mozart 4 is to me: representation of purity in Ethan classical music au. lestat blood sucking song

[cjbolan]

Reverse Unpopular Opinion Meme: The Magic Flute

Love the arias and the costumes!!! Love the plot twists. My two favorite characters are Papageno and the Queen of the Night, mainly because they have the most memorable songs. Love all the many different ways it’s been staged. Love this being one of the few operas with a happy ending, and knowing this was Mozart’s last opera right before his death gives it a bittersweet touch.

ASK TEMPLATE HERE

#ask #answer #princesssarisa #mozart #magic flute #the magic flute #die zauberflöte #opera #mozart opera #reverse unpopular opinion meme

[djarin]

helloooo dear elio, psc gifter here

what are some of your favourite fonts? if you don't have any that's okay too but i was just wondering if there are any fonts you really love - 💫

hiii my beloved!! hmm, fav fonts... i still kinda struggle with typography ngl so i kind of stick to the same ones sdghoagh but!!! i do like LEMON MILK, coconut days, and nouvelle vague! i would say i like pairing LEMON MILK and NOUVELLE VAGUE together a lot :))

and omg from amadeus, my fav scene is the part when he appears and plays in front of everyone and starts correcting/adding to the song and everyone is like 👁👄👁 (i'm just gonna link it bc idek how to explain it KSDJHGOAG)

#ask #💫 anon #idk why but that scene just SENDS me every time #this is such a big comfort movie to me #bc i watched it with my dad for the first time #and he was soooo obsessed with it and got so excited when he saw i liked it #major childhood memories 🥺 #also classical music *chefs kiss* so #also i love playing the piano and mozart's songs are always so fun to play !! #my fav is chopin though 😌 his songs >> #SORRY IM ANSWERING THIS LATE im. im a disaster its been a disaster this week ksjdghaogh #hope ur doing well my beloved!!!

[re-x]

0/1000 mozart

yes I agree… Mozart is rarer than 0 in a thousand (haha I tricked you and won!).

Did you know when he found out that mozart had died, Joseph Haydn (another immortal composer of the same era and Mozart’s good friend and mentor) reportedly said that “posterity will not see such a talent again in 100 years” ? He’s right, because we’re still waiting.

#asked and answered #wolfgang amadeus mozart

[lost-soul-in-time]

Almost a hundred years in the castle and he finally had a visitor. Wandering in through the acres of forests, she’d dredged herself through the inhabitable messes of a lawn to break into his home. Stealing his coat, his food with the audacity to scream at his face when he’d found her. Filthy mud tracked in behind her, the rugs to the front door destroyed with a thin layer of dirt and barely and mud. She’d thrashed around and smacked his horns, even trying to pull the nose ring out from him.

Various servants attempted to convince the beast to free her, sent away by his screams and thrashing. Destroying another drawing room with his outburst, tail whipping behind him as he storms out from the destruction. Another storm brews outside, crackling through the dead overgrowth of his trees.

@snakedifferentskin

His Mother hadn’t returned from the bakery this morning.

After his Father’s untimely death, they’d been slightly ostracized from those they believed could be called friends, so Oliver knows she hasn’t gotten preoccupied in a conversation with the baker once nightfall begins to cloak the evening in darkness. His neighbor had tried to console him and take him back home, reassuring him everything was likely alright, but he knows her. She doesn’t go anywhere without letting him know first.

Asking around is what leaves him with his current knowledge: the manor in the forest. Of course she allowed herself to be easily swayed and convinced. Who knows what kinds of horrific encounters she’s had? What if she’s hurt?

The winds are strong as the storm approaches, and Oliver is barely able to close the main entrance of the manor shut without a huff of exertion. It had taken far longer to arrive than he’d believed it would. He shivers and wraps his cloak tighter around his frame, cautiously turning and stepping further into the seemingly abandoned halls. His footsteps echo.

“Mother?”

#mozart (answered asks) #snakedifferentskin #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. (minotaur marc) #Fairytale!Oliver

[lost-soul-in-time-archives]

By the time Finn had woken up, they still had their arms tightly wrapped around Oliver. There weren't any mirrors nearby, but they were sure they probably looked like they had been hit by a truck. They looked up at Noll, a big grin on their face. The morning light trickling through the windows was shining on his face, highlighting his perfect features and making him look like an angel. He looked absolutely beautiful.

Her muscles were still a bit sore from the night before, and Finn wanted to get up and stretch a little bit, but they were too comfortable in Oliver's arms to even think about moving. Instead, they softly began touching the marks that had managed to stay on his skin throughout the night. They were a nice splotchy plum color, scattering his neck and shoulder in uneven shapes. One had even healed into a heart-shape... how ironic. Maybe it was a sign that everything would turn out okay. That maybe Finn wasn't making a mistake when she decided to fuck someone who was essentially a total stranger. "Good morning, sugar," they whispered.

Still... something about Oliver was just immensely perfect. Even now, after the sex hormones had worn off, the thought of getting up and leaving him for even just a day was almost excruciating. He made them feel so goddamn fulfilled and just... calm. They weren't scared when they were with him, expect of the thought of what it would be like without him.

- @lost-in-gardener

Oliver doesn’t think he’s ever slept so soundly, let alone without waking up at some point during the night. The first thing that wakes up is his sense of touch, sighing deeply and contently as the feeling of fingers tracing his skin. Next came his hearing, an all familiar voice breaking the silence of the room. When he tries to open his eyes, he groans at the light that was just a ray’s too bright. His arms around Finn secure a fraction tighter around them as he buries his face in the crook of their neck, hiding away from the light that invaded his vision.

He knew they would both have to get up at some point, but for a few more seconds, he stays there and tries to remember how Finn’s body feels against his. Oliver wanted to make sure he never risked forgetting her touch, her voice, everything about them. Before Finn could begin to speculate if he had fallen back asleep, he takes the opportunity to pepper light kisses along her neck, trailing up to her jaw and cheek before resting his forehead gently against hers. His smile is soft, still not fully woken up and the sun still somewhat manages to get in his eyes, but he’d be damned if he looked away now or even thought about closing his eyes again. One hand moves up to brush a few loose strands of hair away from their face, his smile widening.

“Good morning, my darling.” Oliver whispered back, voice practically laced in affection. Leaning in just enough, he presses a light kiss to her lips, the hand that had brushed away her hair moving to cup her cheek. He’s as gentle as can be, caring with every touch and mindful of anything that may be sore. The whole night, it felt like he was absolutely dreading the idea of waking up and watching them leave, and he doesn’t think he ever let both of his arms unwrap around them. “How do you feel? Did you sleep well?” He asks once he pulls away, admiring how much brighter her eyes looked in the sun. Beautiful.

#mozart (answered asks) #vivaldi (rp thread) #lost in gardener #sapphire eyes #((FEELING SO SOFT RN))

[sexynetra]

13 for boxer au <3 wanna commit to the vibe hehe

13. What music did I listen to while writing/what do I recommend people listen to

Okay here’s the thing. I made a playlist for rawnsyf a long time ago. That became basically the only thing I listen to anymore? So more likely than not I listened to that. But I also do a lot of my writing at work which means that I’m listening to bad workout remixes of pop songs that were big in like 2019 😭 do NOT recommend listening to that it’s annoying as shit. But I should make a boxer au playlist. The universe is big enough to deserve that 😂

For now here is the rawnsyf playlist which absolutely has songs on it that have informed boxer au scenes, but keep your eyes peeled for a boxer au playlist sometime soon now that the idea has entered my brain!

#I love music so much that it’s kind of embarrassing that I don’t have a real answer for this one #basically a lot of sapphic love songs? #I also have been fixating on a couple key classical pieces that have certainly been played during the writing of this #namely: Rachmaninoff piano concerto 2 movement 2 #the swan and aquarium from carnival of animals #which tangentially also included the prelude to beauty and the beast #swan lake theme #Mendelssohn Italian symphony #and obviously Mozart requiem #okay I’m done being a classical nerd those would probably be weird to listen to while reading it stick with the lesbian music #asks #boxer au #stillmumu #music

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

Cravings

Summary: Spencer admires Reader while pregnant and in the depths of her cravings.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warnings: Pregnancy, eating

Word count: 848

Spencer can’t pinpoint when he’s loved you the most. Hearing you groggy over the phone when he was on the jet heading home would’ve been the obvious moment, considering he blurted the three special words out in the middle of you talking about your upcoming work day. You and the team, who also witnessed it, were stunned into silence. But he still spoke to you after, whispering like he was alone the entire time.

Your wedding day would be another appropriate answer. He didn’t tear up as any groom would. No, he cried. His tears collected at the brim but took time to overflow, blurring his view of you gliding down the aisle with thoroughly-planned elegance. He had to block them to gather himself, as one would shield themselves from the sun.

But this moment tugs at his heart: when he opens the front door with the classic, “Honey, I’m home,” and you emerge from the bedroom with a swollen belly hidden under an old sweatshirt. The joy on your face is a moment he won’t forget. Granted, a portion of said joy might be thanks to the greasy bag and styrofoam cup he’s clutching desperately in one hand. Nevertheless, he savors the look and the feeling that must have felt similar to men who graced their families with bountiful hunting results.

Except in this case, the “bountiful hunting results” are chicken tenders with fries, extra honey mustard, and a large hot fudge sundae from your favorite restaurant that happens to be in the middle of nowhere and roughly 30 minutes away. But cravings are cravings, and they’ve been relentless throughout the second trimester. He’ll scope out the specific restaurants, local or corporate, if it makes you happy and appeases the baby girl (hopefully) inside you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” A kiss on the cheek sufficed as you waddled toward the kitchen. You put the sundae in the freezer for now and barely waste time getting a plate and napkins, but it’s less to clean up. And less for Spencer to double-clean later.

Before you sit down, Spencer takes the plate from you, and he swears for a minute he saw motherly instincts kick in.

“You don’t have to eat at the table," he says. “Come on,” he tilts his head toward the couch as he walks, the obvious not mentioned.

“We don’t eat on the couch.” You reply.

He’s still walking.

“You don’t like it. Crumbs, lingering nastiness, and other science-y terms you’ve used.”

He puts the plate on the coffee table. “I’m willing to make exceptions. Plus, with a baby, mess is inevitable.” He leans down, revealing the breakfast tray he bought. You clearly never saw it before. Because the way your open mouth morphed into a smile, he would've thought he unintentionally did magic. He pulled out the small legs. “I figured it’s best to adjust slowly while I still can.”

You walk toward him, your hands resting on your belly. “But this is your couch.”

“In our apartment.” He takes a pillow and fluffs it, setting it against the arm. “Sit.”

You eventually comply. There’s still a look on your face, indicating second-guessing, like you’re somehow doing this without his knowledge. Meanwhile, the breakfast tray is in his hands, and he makes sure you’re settled. You lay across the couch.

Spencer puts down the tray, asking if you want a drink before devouring. You shake your head, eyes staring down at the fatty American dish in front of you. While you begin, he picks a vinyl from your shared collection. The one thing he won’t waver about is the classics.

As in classical music.

As in Mozart. Spencer has noticed your familiarity with the symphonies over the past six months. He loves it, regardless of whether it’s just because he’s insisted you listen to classical after you told him the news.

When the melody flows, Spencer finds a seat on the couch. You slide your feet toward you to make room. As soon as he sits down, he puts your legs in his lap, letting you stretch out again. His lips disappear into his mouth for a minute as he suppresses a giggle.

All the chicken was either swallowed or mush in your mouth and specks of salt littered your lips and hands along with honey mustard drippings. This. Spencer's in love again. As you suck the sauce off your own fingers like it’s the only sustenance you’ve had in days. The comfort he feels here, knowing the woman basically attacking her dinner will be the mother of his child. This is something even his three PhDs are unable to put into words.

“Do you want some help?” Spencer leans over, takes the napkins under the plate, and wipes the corners. You continue chewing, polite enough to keep your mouth closed and manage its volume. “There.” He puts the napkin down. And he looks at you, realizing just how much you've changed his life.

“What?” Your mouth is so full.

“Nothing.”

You swallow almost everything. “Something.”

He shrugs. “I just love you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid/you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction

[supercantaloupe]

fuck marry kill: oboists, violinists, viola players

marry viola (deserves more love and respect) fuck oboe (sexy but too neurotic to deal with as long term as in marriage) kill violin (too much ego sorry)

[ask meme]

#im an oboist. its fine. i know im right #maybe not about the sexy part but the neurosis is true LOL #dont believe everything mozart in the jungle tells you #sasha answers #ask meme #sleepover saturday #anon #ty!

[natimiles]

Chronology and random facts in Ikemen Vampire

Because I was bored one day and now I can't stop thinking about it

First, their births and deaths (DD/MM/YY): Jean: ☀️ 06/01/1412 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 30/05/1431 (19yo) Vlad: 🧛🏻‍♂️ 1431 — historically 💀 1476 (45yo?) Leonardo: 🧛🏻‍♂️ 15/04/1452 — historically 💀 02/05/1519  (67yo?) Faust: ☀️ 1480 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 1540 (60yo) Shakespeare: ☀️ 26/04/1564 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 23/04/1616 (almost 52yo) Isaac: ☀️ 25/12/1642 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 31/03/1727 (84yo) Comte: 🧛🏻‍♂️ 28/05/1696 — historically 💀 27/02/1784 (87yo?) Mozart: ☀️ 27/01/1756 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 05/12/1791 (35yo) Charles: ☀️ 15/02/1739 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 04/07/1806 (67yo) Napoleon: ☀️ 15/08/1769 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 05/05/1821 (51yo) Vincent: ☀️ 30/03/1853 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 29/07/1890 (37yo) Theo: ☀️ 01/05/1857 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 25/01/1891 (33yo) Arthur: ☀️ 22/05/1859 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 07/07/1930 (71yo) Dazai: ☀️ 19/06/1909 — 🧛🏻‍♂️ 13/06/1948 (39yo)

Fact I: From what I found online, France started using electricity around 1870-1880. It intensified after 1881, after the Exposition Universelle (Universal Exposition) in Paris, when they lit up the Eiffel Tower. 

Fact II: We know we are in the 19th century in-game, but don’t know which year exactly (not that I remember). Which means: our story is around 1870-1899, because there's electricity.

With all that information, I have so many comments and questions!

1. Imagine how freaked out Jean was when he went to the mansion! He died soooo young! And like 450 years BEFORE there was such a technology as a freaking lamp. Well, almost all of them died before the electricity… 

2. Vincent, Theo and Arthur come from the future. They actually were alive in the same years that the story passes. I guess they never leave Paris or they would’ve encountered themselves? I don’t know how this paradox would work. Dazai is also from the future.

3. I never thought Comte would be the “youngest” pure blood. I don’t remember them saying anything about it.

4. Napoleon probably met Charles before. As a fact, I googled it and found a little story about it, but apparently it’s not proven: “They met by accident near the Place de la Concorde, the same place he had killed the last king a decade earlier. Recognizing Charles, Napoleon asked if he would do the same to him if it came to it. Apparently displeased by the affirmative answer, Napoleon asked how he could sleep at night, to which Charles said, ‘If kings, emperors, and dictators can sleep well, why shouldn’t an executioner?’”

5. Arthur not only knew Shakespeare’s work, but he wrote a poem about it — and it’s so hard for someone who has english as a second language to read. It’s named “Shakespeare's Expostulation” (published in Songs of the Road) and it’s Shakespeare complaining about the attribution of authorship of his works to Francis Bacon.

6. It would be so awkward a meeting between Jean and Charles. Not related to any particular information in this post, just thought of the irony and got sad.

7. Dazai (and probably Arthur) knows what a car is. It must be weird for him to ride a carriage.

8. Aside from Jean, Theo is the youngest. Isaac is the oldest (not counting Comte).

9. Not related to this post specifically, but did you know Isaac Newton never dated anyone? He died a virgin. Now think about what an awkward snowflake he’s in-game.

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