#and there is this one clip of him singing

[ultimatebottom69]

To start with, each music has a rythm it can be sung to, no one ever tries to sing Nightcore because it's too fucking fast especially without the rythm.

And singing is old as humanity but we decided to train ourselves.

All singers are trained on different levels. Most nowadays use some sort of autotune. To enhance their voice, make it go higher or deeper depending on it all. The studio version for most singers is impossible to sing easily because between the volume of the music, the enhanced effects of the voice and let's not forget the video clip. You end up not knowing half of the time what was said in the music and the rythm fades pretty fast.

For example Lady Gaga can sing Jazz and Pop both live. She can sing a pretty good range and had alot of power in her voice. Live implies that there is nothing but the mic to boost her voice, you will hear her breath, and even starts of falsetto. And the piano hides nothing of it.

Freddy Mercury whole song is on the god damn piano so you can hear his voice the rythm of the music doesn't drown out his voice at all he barely uses a mic so we can hear him. The guitar is rad.

Beyoncé barely sings live at all. I mean do tell me if i am wrong. She has a nice voice and writes good songs but one could argue that most of her songs are very commercial and not a reflection of who she is most of the time. She also do lots of lip sync.

I think anyone can sing, frankly Happy birthday to you is the worst song ever made cause no one can agree on how loud or how one should sing it. It's absolute freestyle. And since everyone has astyle on how they like to sing and different ranges and are mostly not trained at all or not used to singing in general...It ends up being a ear destroyer.

If you want to listen to a singer raw talent, so raw it's still moving, listen to Acapella ones. I recommend Maria Carey and Cher personnally. They got great lyrics and you can sing along but don't try to do their notes at all. Mitski and Lana del rey for cool vocals who are modern.

And no one should be allowed to sing happy birthday. Singers included can we let this song die please.

Also Rocking Around the Christmas tree is a nice song to sing along regardless of level.

Overall my personal preferences and the fact i have sensible ears makes me avoid the Beyonce every album. That and i like to have a story in songs.

That and the worsening attention span through the years who is getting worse.

He researched Rhapsodies and wrote a mock-opera about his own sexual journey.

Beyoncé can’t write a thing by herself and can’t sing herself out of a paper bag without a hip beat and vocals in the background.

Freddie - singing gold

Beyoncé - gold plated

[tinyproprodigy]

"Can't stop watching..." Student!Nanami x Stoic Special Grade 1 Sorcerer reader (NB)

Gojo’s ver - Geto's ver - Shoko's ver 𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

1. An Uneventful Beginning:

Nanami first becomes aware of you in the most mundane way possible—when Principal Yaga hands him a folder and asks him to deliver it to you. He’s in the middle of something else, but he doesn’t argue, choosing instead to finish his task with quiet efficiency. When he finally finds you outside, he hands over the folder with a curt, “This is from Yaga. He said to read the last page carefully.”

You take the folder with a simple nod, your stoic demeanor matching his no-nonsense approach. Nanami thinks nothing of it at first, brushing the encounter aside as just another part of his day.

2. An Unwanted Team-Up:

The next time he interacts with you, it’s during an impromptu mission. Yaga assigns the two of you to deal with a Grade 1 curse that’s popped up nearby. Nanami initially balks at the idea of working with someone he doesn’t know well, but he doesn’t voice his irritation.

During the fight, he notices how precise and efficient your movements are. There’s no wasted energy, no unnecessary theatrics—just cold, calculated action. It’s something he can respect, even if he doesn’t say it outright. Afterward, he quietly thanks you for your work, noting how your demeanor doesn’t change even in the heat of battle.

3. A Growing Annoyance:

As luck would have it, Nanami keeps finding himself in situations where he has to interact with you. Whether it’s passing along messages from Yaga, being paired on another mission, or running into you during meetings, you somehow keep crossing paths. He doesn’t mind at first, but Gojo notices almost immediately and doesn’t hesitate to tease him about it.

“So, Nanami,” Gojo begins one day, slinging an arm around his younger classmate’s shoulders. “You and our mysterious Special Grade 1 seem to be spending a lot of time together. Coincidence? Or fate?”

“It’s neither,” Nanami replies, his voice clipped. “I’m simply following Yaga’s instructions.”

“Oh, come on,” Gojo laughs. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how cool they are. All stoic and mysterious, like some kind of lone wolf.”

Nanami sighs heavily, brushing Gojo off. “I have no time for this nonsense.”

4. The Little Things:

Despite his protests, Nanami starts to notice the little things about you. The way you remain calm under pressure. The way you always seem to know exactly what needs to be done. The way your silence isn’t cold, but rather reflective, as if you’re carefully considering everything around you.

He finds himself respecting you more than he expected, though he doesn’t let it show.

5. A Subtle Shift:

During one of your interactions, you surprise Nanami by offering a brief comment about his fighting style. “You’re efficient,” you say simply. It’s not much, but it catches him off guard. He nods in acknowledgment, unsure of how to respond.

Afterward, he finds himself replaying the moment in his mind, wondering why your words seem to hold more weight than they should.

6. The Teasing Intensifies:

Gojo and Geto don’t let up. “Nanami’s got a crush,” Gojo sings one day, earning a sharp glare from Nanami. “It’s written all over his face.”

“I do not,” Nanami replies, exasperated. “And if you have time to bother me, you have time to finish your own work.”

“Defensive, huh?” Geto chimes in with a smirk. “That’s how you know it’s true.”

Nanami grits his teeth, determined to ignore them. But their teasing leaves him wondering if there’s more truth to their words than he wants to admit.

7. Forced to Reflect:

One day, after another brief but efficient mission with you, Nanami finds himself reflecting on how much he’s come to appreciate your presence. You don’t waste words or actions, and there’s a quiet strength about you that he finds... grounding.

It’s not that he’s infatuated—he tells himself that firmly—but there’s a growing sense of admiration that he can’t quite shake.

8. The Unexpected Gesture:

The turning point comes when you return a small favor without being asked. During a meeting, you casually hand him a document he forgot, saving him the trouble of backtracking to retrieve it. “You left this,” you say simply, as if it’s nothing.

Nanami is taken aback, not used to such gestures from someone as reserved as you. “Thank you,” he replies, his tone softer than usual.

9. A Quiet Connection:

From then on, there’s a subtle shift in how Nanami interacts with you. He doesn’t go out of his way to seek you out, but when you’re around, he makes an effort to acknowledge you—a nod, a brief word of thanks, or even a rare comment about the task at hand.

You respond in kind, and though your interactions remain minimal, there’s a newfound sense of mutual respect between you.

10. Acceptance:

Nanami doesn’t dwell on his growing interest in you. He’s not the type to overthink or chase after things unnecessarily. But he acknowledges to himself that he respects you deeply—and maybe, just maybe, there’s a part of him that wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, should the opportunity arise.

For now, though, he’s content with the quiet understanding that exists between you. And if Gojo teases him about it one more time, he might just request a solo mission to get some peace and quiet.

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

I made sure to stay true to Nanami’s pragmatic nature even though the aim was slowly built interest in the reader (hehehe) while knowing nothing about them (lowkey I can relate to this). I had to focus a bit more than usual to keep his personality as exact whilst following the trope and I'm satisfied!! ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○

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[fly-you-dam-fools]

I just saw a clip of this yesterday, and now today, and I just had to go watch the full thing

I, cried. I cried hard. I missed it when my days were brighter because of them. I missed when I felt confident enough when things felt hard. I missed being surrounded by their laughter in every form.

I missed Hobi’s laughter and falling on his members, and the way he would light up every room. I missed how Jimin would go out of his way to make us all laugh. I missed the way Namjoon would look judgmentally at these six other boys that were his family. I missed Tae’s cutest boxy smile and the way he would say all the funniest things. I missed Jin and him playfully scolding the members but leaving us all wondering if he was the maknae. I missed Yoongi and his soft sweet inside and his legendary unbotheredness. I missed our golden maknae Jungkook for his funny personal Vlives and the way he’s so good at everything but so humble.

I missed Hobi’s strict dance stare, his funny fake ab reveal, the first time I heard that he had no fan letters and I wanted to give him the world, when he cried when they almost didn’t exist anymore, when I found out that BTS would have lost their J-Hope and I cried for just how fate still tied them together, and how I know how hard it is the be the sunshine every day of your life but I feel you and I’m so proud you got to show all the other sides of you that was hard to, I love the dedication you put into your dance moves, trust me we see it all shine through. I missed Jimin’s funny relationship with chairs and his Jimin Effect on everyone and how his voice could go to the sky and back again, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled just right, how he would hold on tight, how his dances were nothing but flawless, and how you’re perfect the way you are you don’t need to change anything about you we love you. I miss Yoongi and being so proud of him that he endured all that dancing even though he just wanted to make music, to keep going despite his injury, for the endless kindness beyond his eyes, and see him in Haegum and thrive and how we see you we see you were here for you. I missed the way Namjoon would purposefully sing badly to make the members laugh or how even though his music got thrown away he kept going at it, and how no Namjoon, you’re not a monster you never were you aren’t now and you never will be, and I thank him so much for loving them together and being the leader we all need. I missed Jin and his worldwide handsome face and self-esteem that built mine up from the ground, his silly dances, his undeniably funny rap, and how we don’t forget that you’re the oldest and you’ve had some burdens to bear too, but thank you for making me laugh every time and smile whenever I hear Super Tuna. I missed Tae’s not so subtle vibe checks, and the way he would control his voice so well, how we know you should have been shown to the world but we see you, know we see you now and we love you to ends that never end, how we’ll remember Yeontan with you and all the memories he brought for you for the boys and for us. I missed our all grown up baby maknae Jungkook who was out there paving the way and learning and brought all of his talents to play, his cute bunny nose and actions, his unsupervised playing hanging over balconies, the way you let your eyes shine at the concerts, and the emotions that you let us see, and for giving up a part of your childhood so we could see ours too, to you getting that degree, and your skills in everything.

For Jungkook for saying rrrrrrrrrrrrap monster and looking at Namjoon like he was the only star in his eyes. For Jimin and Tae to realize they were the soulmates that were meant to be. To Yoongi for yelling J-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE and Jungkook for calling Hobi handsome when we know what he was going through. For all the shared hugs they shared with each other that I can’t even recall who embraced who- just one big hug of seven on a glowing stage in a sea of purple.

I realize that I’m forgetting so many things and what was once a pillar of many in my life is growing back slowly with all these vines holding them together as each of them come back, be good to them, 2025

[mageofquandrix]

i was going to say fight fight fight then saw necrorizzard about choked so. that one.

Ha, can you tell I have a middle schooler?

Anyway, this is part of my canon playthrough fic. It takes place after the confirmed interest scene, but before the romance lock-in, in Emmrich's romance.

As always - first draft! Please be kind!

Emmrich expected the dining hall to be full of people, so he was surprised when the door, propped open to see Rook standing by the stove with Manfred in an otherwise empty room. 

He stood at the doorway taking in the scene for a moment. Lucien’s sleeves were pushed up to his elbows and the collar to his shirt hung open. He was barefoot in trousers that had been nearly hemmed. He was demonstrating something at the stove for Manfred, who was hissing happily.

“Pardon my lateness,” he said, and he joined them by the stove, setting the little basket of side dishes on the work bench. “Or am I early?”

“You're right on time. Everyone had plans tonight, so I taught Manfred how to make flatbread, like a proper Navarran.” Manfred made a happy trill, and held up a plate of misshapen, singed little breads. 

-

(Now, the necrorizzard part)

“Oh, undoubtedly” laughed Emmrich, as he brought the wine to the table. “I’ve never been accused of being lacking in romanticism. I admit, in my grander moments, imagine you racing your way across Thedas, hot on the Dread Wolf’s trail and a heartbroken lover at every port. However, I promise not to be too disappointed when I hear the cold reality of it.“

Lucien barked out a laugh, his hand slapping the table with the force of it. “Good, because I assure you, we were always many steps behind Solas, and there was a distinct lack of lovers, heartbroken or otherwise” he shook his head and chuckled, wiping a bit of moisture from his eyes.

“Well, I find that hard to believe,“ said Emmrich, clearly surprised as he poured them both the glass of wine. “A young man such as yourself, and with all your charm? You surely must have caught eyes in a tavern or two, at least.”

“I doubt it,” Lucien insisted, shaking his head. “I used to get that sort of attention, though less than you seem to be imagining. But I’m afraid my luck with any of that went the same as my eye and Baron von Markham during the War of the Banners.” He gestured vaguely to the scarred side of his face before fishing out a dolma.`

“I was under the impression that scars were commonly considered attractive,” argued Emmrich, his brow furrowed as he leaned back in his chair, giving Lucien a considering look that made Lucien turn the right side of his face away.

“A scar or two, sure,” said Lucien, his voice clipped. “But Emmrich, be serious. Everyone knows there’s a great difference between the line of a knife or two, and having the side of your face burned off.”

His voice had gotten louder the longer he spoke, and when he stopped, the silence echoed, a thick awkward tension settling in it. Lucien sighed and shook his head at himself, then busied himself digging through the dips and spreads, setting them out. “Oh, excellent,” he said, plainly trying to fill the silence. “I love these. You’ve excellent taste.“

“Lucien,“ Emmrich began slowly, ignoring his overture. “I apologize, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no, it’s all right,” reassured Lucien, and he smiled kindly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s not your fault. I- well. I suppose I’m a bit sensitive about it. I hadn’t considered vanity one of my flaws, but this experience has taught me otherwise. All the worse that it’s my own fault.” When Lucien laughed, it was a hollow sound, and he looked to the fire as he took a long sip of his wine.

“Lucien.” Emmerich put a hand on Lucien‘s arm and looked at him seriously, until finally Lucien looked back at him. “I assure you, you are still a very beautiful man.“ He held Lucien’s gaze, and his manner was so serious, so clearly unallowing any argument, that Lucien’s protests died in his throat. He tried to look away instead, but a finger caught him under his chin, tilting his head so that Emmrich was looking him in the eye once more. His gaze was heavy, and Lucien found he didn’t feel so much pinned as settled, somehow, beneath it. “A very beautiful man.“

“Well,” Lucien finally said, after the several long moments it took to make his tongue to work again, “if you think so-” His hand went up to take the fingers holding his chin. “Then I suppose I'd rather not dissuade you.”

He brought Emmrich’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of his knuckles. The feel of the rings against his lips briefly brought to mind the image of a knight pledging himself to a lord - a notion that didn’t feel quite as absurd as it should in this strange cocoon of tension they’d built. Emmrich gave him a hooded look, the one that always made his stomach swoop, always made him look away, blushing. But this time, Lucien didn’t look away; he held his gaze, even his heart raced and he swallowed thickly around his tongue. 

When pulled his lips away, he kept hold of both Emmrich’s hand and his gaze, gently stroking the back of his knuckles with his thumb. “I feel as though I must tell you,” he said, and when had his voice gotten so quiet? It seemed beyond his ability to speak any louder. “That I also find you to be a very beautiful man.” 

There was a pop in the fire that made him startle, and he released Emmrich’s hand quickly, clearing his throat, and taking a long sip of his wine. When had it gotten so warm in the room? “Um, what was I-” he started, a bit lost. When he glanced to Emmrich for help, he had to quickly look away when he saw the heated look Emmrich was giving him.   

[note:gotta be a different word for this, look is 3x in the sentence]   

From the corner of his eye, he saw Emmrich’s lips turn up in a satisfied smile. He hadn’t realized wine could be sipped smugly, but that was the only explanation for how Emmrich drank from his glass “I believe you were going to tell me about your adventures,” he supplied, his voice dropped an octave. Lucien squirmed in his seat, and firmly ignored the eyebrow that raised, even as his cheeks went hot.

[ladylooch]

serious Nico is my favorite ngl 😂 can you pls elaborate or write a small blurb about a time he had to discipline one of the girls?

"You realize you are the one that needs to talk to her, right?" Lexi murmurs to her husband from the passenger seat. Nico's right hand is curled around his wife's thigh. Her hand is placed over his there and she rubs at the back of his hand delicately with her thumb.

"Yes."

"Do you know why?"

"Yes." Nico sighs heavily. He gets to a red light, looking over at her with an exasperated expression. "Not my brightest parenting moment."

Lexi's pursed lips and laughing eyes tell Nico she agrees.

The light turns green and Nico lets his foot off the brake.

It all started innocently. He never imagined Sophie would take it literally. He had been in his office and Sophie was looking at his various medals, rings, and accolades over his hockey career. She pointed out how many duplicates he had of things and then somehow, they got on the topic of sharing and... suddenly a few of his olympic and world championship medals were missing. Nico worried they had been robbed again. Then a phone call came from Sophie's teacher wanting to double check if Nico was actually cool with giving those medals away.

Nico was in fact not cool. Especially with the gold medal him and Timo won together at the Olympics- the first and only ever for Switzerland.

Nico pulls the car into the school lot and slides it into park.

"I'll be right back."

"Oh. I'm coming in." Lexi assures him, smug grin on her face.

"Okay." Nico sighs.

After signing in, an administrative staff gushes at Nico as she leads them down the hall to Sophie's class. They are having free time so kids are scattering along the entire room, singing, coloring, and reading. Sophie sits at her desk, coloring while swinging her legs. Her hair is clipped into a half up, half down style with a bow at the back of her head. When she sees Nico and Lexi, she freezes. Her little head whips to her teacher, then back to her parents.

Never in her life has Sophie Hischier been in trouble and although she is young, she understands that her parents showing up after she slipped a few of her dad's hockey medals into her backpack is not a coincidence. Slowly, she turns back to her coloring page, focusing hard.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Hischier." The teacher greets them. From her wrist, the medals hang gingerly. There are five of them total, making Nico feel extra sweaty as Lexi collects them back. Damn. Soohie really cleaned him out.

"Thank you for calling." Lexi says graciously.

"Yes, we really appreciate it." Nico tacks on, glancing nervously at Sophie who is still avoiding eye contact. "I'll talk to her. Won't happen again."

"Well, maybe we could do a show and tell some day! The kids would love it, but on your terms of course. Not Sophie's..." She winks. The parents laugh.

"I would be happy to come back and do that."

"We have a history of sport segment in the winter. Maybe in January?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." They discuss a few more details then Nico looks over at their daughter again. "Do you mind if I talk to Soph?"

"Go for it."

Nico walks over to his daughter's desk, running a hand down her long, straight hair. He kisses the top of her head then looks at the picture she is coloring. Pink, yellow and green bleed everywhere outside the lines and she has hand drawn in her own illustrations to the printed pattern. Sophie avoids him harder, not acknowledging him at all.

"Sweets." Nico says softly. When Sophie turns, big tears are in her eyes.

"You said I should share."

"I know." He nods, holding his hand out to her. "Come walk with me?"

Sophie ignores the hand and throws her arms around his neck. Nico stands, carrying her from the room while she sniffs into his shoulder.

"Am I in trouble like Lucie!?" Nico holds back a snort. Lucie's attitude got her into some trouble last weekend and she's been homebound since then with no friend time.

"No, but we need to chat." He walks over to a quieter area, setting her down on her feet. She pets at his arm, distracting herself from the discomfort she clearly feels at being talked to. "I did say share. You're right. But what I was talking about is that our family is very fortunate so we should do what we can to give back to the world... in general. Like with food donations, volunteering our time to help others, or giving money to those in need. Not... give out my medals."

"Well, my friends don't have any! Their daddys didn't play hockey. They'll never have medals! We have lots!"

"I understand that, sweets. I do. But those are daddy's memories and awards. They're personal and for daddy to keep. Not to share with other people, okay?"

"But you don't even play with them?" Nico has to bite his tongue to stop his bubbling laugh.

"They're not toys, Soph. That's why they're in those clear boxes. To keep them protected. So that one day, I can pass them on to you and your sisters to keep as tokens of our family's history."

"I don't want 'em." She gives him a look like 'what am I gonna do with something that's not a toy at 6 years old?'.

"Okay, well to Lucie and Mackie then." He smooths her hair down one side of her head. "You understand?"

"Yes." She confirms. "Can I go home with you and mama?"

"You can, but we are doing boring adult stuff. Like going to grocery shop and then mow the lawn, maybe do some dishes." Sophie's eyebrows crinkle together in a bit of disgust.

"Nevermind, I stay here." Perfect, that's what Nico wanted. Him and Lexi have adult only lunch plans.

"Okay, baby. Let's go back. I love you." He puckers his lips and Sophie sighs, launching herself into him. He smooches all over her head, until she's dissolved into giggles, then they walk hand in hand back to her classroom. "Say bye to mama." He encourages her. Sophie hugs Lexi's legs, then goes skipping back to her desk to finish her coloring before lunch time.

"Nico Hischier saves the world again." Lexi purrs as they walk out. "Here.. have five medals." She jokes, handing them over to him. Nico takes them, carefully folding them into his palm.

Now he feels like he can breathe again.

[malarkgirlypop]

Found pics of tiny Scott grimes

Swag boy alert!!

[harbingerofsoup]

there’s death of the author and then there’s whatever the fuck is up with danny phantom

[puppppppppy]

vincent voice claim!! hes auggie and anton's son ^_^

VA: Catbug from Bravest Warriors, voiced by Sam Lavagnino

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Brazilian Grand Prix - Jenson Button

[boxwinebaddie]

oh freckle, freckle⠁.. what makes you so s p e c i a l?

[mimzaucracks]

Superquest doodles

I'm an ardent the-other-three-1987-turtles-would-just-laugh-at-Raphael-and-his-misfortunes-in-the-episode truther, which resulted in possibly one of my most fun and favourite doodle dumps.

These drawings are specifically how I imagine the 1987 turtles would've/could've been in that episode.

[copia]

the one negative thing i have to say is that please don't be screaming every single line and pushing into the barricade mid-show and fake hyperventilating through the quiet parts so that my short recording of the piano intro to atlantic is dominated by some heavy breathing from behind (to that person, it's not just you in the audience)

[starry-marshmallow]

I love how expressive Jihyun is in his route. He gets so pouty and panicked and flustered and makes the loveliest of noises

sighs dreamily

[misfithive]

I'd Rather Be Safe that Sorry: Simon Season 2

Is it too much to ask for you to walk around me So he won't see me cry? 'Cause if he sees me on my own You know I'd rather d!e, rather d!e, yeah, huh Is it weird that I won't face my fears, face my fears? Yeah I'm on the verge of breaking into tears, into tears I'd rather be safe than sorry On The Bus by Ellen Krauss Most people have seen my Simon analysis posts by now but this song just reminds me so much of him and the ways he tries to protect himself.

[astriexxe]

It's so interesting watching all the Shadow and Bone/Jack Wolfe fans discovering Next to Normal.

- from someone who discovered Shadow and Bone through Next to Normal/Jack Wolfe

[puyopuyo]

does anyone have that audio post of david humphrey of shadow the hedgehog fame singing west side story's maria, im actually unable to find it