#mozart’s music
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ruzqtx · 3 months ago
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HISTORICAL MUSICIANS
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she’s very disappointed with him (he purposely wrote queen of the night to have a large range of the scale to make fun of the opera singer who was singing it, as she had a tendency to keep her chin down for lower notes and in the air for high notes. this would cause her to “bob like a chicken” on stage)
he’s so silly i love both of them esp his sister maria anna 💞💞💞
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classycoffeesublime · 1 month ago
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Night drive home from the theatre, discussing classical music and falling deeply in love
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lesbworth · 3 months ago
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anyone making an adaptation of the life of wolfgang amadeus mozart for some reason
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scherzokinn · 5 months ago
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guy who's who listened to 1 classical piece: my favorite composer is mozart
guy who's listened to 100 classical pieces: my favorite composer is Kaikhosru Shapurji Sorabji, creator of Opus Clavicembalisticum, who also restricted the performance of his music
guy who's listened to 1000 classical pieces: my favorite composer is mozart
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thatsbelievable · 1 month ago
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ruzqtx · 3 months ago
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guys did i just create classical musican yaoi /hj
(mozart has zero clue what yaoi is don’t give him a search engine)
it’s like if you give a mouse a cookie but it’s really if you give mozart a search engine
are you per chance like frenemies with beethoven like totally just asking like totally
If we had been able to meet more, I think we could have become great friends! Herr Beethoven was never an enemy in my eyes.
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bat-mom-writer · 2 months ago
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Mozart's In The Dark
Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne/Batman(husband)
Summery: You and Batman get hit with a gas that makes you temporality unable to move. You pass the time in fun little conversation.
Rating: Fluff
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"I would love to kick you, but I can even feel my legs." You say, your voice strained and dry. A sadistic laugh echoes through the alley, the gas thick and suffocating in the air around you. Bruce's eyes, usually filled with fiery determination, are now glazed over, his body limp beside you.
You glance around, trying to get your bearings. The world around us is a blur of shadows and distorted sounds. The alley is narrow, lined with dumpsters and graffiti-covered walls. Above, the moon casts a feeble glow through the maze of buildings, providing just enough light to make out the outline of your attackers retreating into the distance.
"Let's do something to pass the time. Maybe it'll help keep our spirits up."
Bruce's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he doesn't argue. "Alright," he says, his voice a bit more clear than before.
So you start to sing, "Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo…"
Bruce's eyes widen. "Really?"
"What? It's catchy." you laugh.
Bruce groans. "Catchy doesn't mean good."
"Fine," You concede, trying to think of something else. "How about this one?" You begin to sing the Batman theme song.
Bruce's eyes roll back into his head. "Oh, please, no. Not that."
"What?" you ask, feigning innocence. "It's your theme song, after all."
"And that's why it's the last thing I want to hear right now," Bruce says, his tone light despite the gravity of your situation.
"Fine," you say, pouting a little. "Then what do you want to hear?"
Bruce thinks for a moment, his breaths shallow and forced. "How about something from your playlist?"
"Alright," you say, "but only if it's not something too cheesy."
Bruce smiles faintly. "Cheesy? You mean like 'Batdance'?"
"Don't you dare," you threaten.
He chuckles weakly. "I was just testing you."
You lean your head back, the cold pavement providing little comfort. "What's on your playlist then, Bruce?"
He takes a deep, painful breath. "Well, some Mozart, some Led Zeppelin."
"Mozart?" You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a classical kind of guy."
"And you married me," he says with a smirk, despite the gravity of our situation. "You should have known I had layers."
"But Bruce, my beloved, my soulmate, you listen to Mozart?" you ask, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"What did you think I would listen to?" he asks, his voice a barely-there whisper as the gas starts to wear off.
"I don't know," you admit, "Maybe something more… brooding? Rock? Something emo."
Bruce lets out a small laugh, the sound surprisingly warm in the cold, desolate alley. "Emo, huh?"
"Well, you know, the whole 'Dark Knight' vibe," you tease, trying to keep the mood light.
Bruce shakes his head slightly, his movements still sluggish. "You think I sit in the batcave, brooding to emo music?"
"I didn't say that," you retort, "But it's not like I've ever seen you rocking out to Mozart while fighting crime."
"And you've seen me with emo music?" Bruce says, a small smile on his lips.
"Well, no, I haven't," you admit, "but I can imagine it."
Bruce's head turns slightly towards you, his eyes focusing with a bit more clarity. "Alright, I'll play along. What song would you pick for me?"
you think for a moment, a smirk playing on your lips. "Let's go with something Skillet, I'm thinking "Hero"."
Bruce's eyes widen. "Really?"
"What?" you ask, playing coy. "You don't think it fits?"
"Mozart," Bruce repeats, his voice gaining a bit more strength with each word, "has a certain… elegance to it. Plus, it helps me think."
Youlook at him, surprised by his revelation. "Elegance? In the heat of battle?"
"No," Bruce says firmly, "I'm not looking for a song for the heat of battle. I'm looking for something to keep me sane."
"Sane?" you repeat, the word feeling foreign in the chaos that is your life.
Bruce nods. "Sane."
"I married a complete nutjob," you murmur, the smirk on your face growing wider.
Bruce's chuckle is barely a breath, but it's there. "You say that like it's a surprise," he says.
You feel the tension in your body start to ease as the gas wears off. "Well, you do wear a cape and fight crime at night," you say, a hint of laughter in your voice.
"It's not a cape," he says, his tone mock-serious. "It's a cloak."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne," you tease.
"How much longer do you think we have?" Bruce asks, his voice still strained but with a touch more urgency.
You struggle to sit up, pushing through the lingering heaviness in your limbs. "I'm not sure," you say, gritting your teeth against the pain. "But we need to move before they come back."
Bruce nods, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he tries to push himself up with his arms. "I think…I think I have an idea," he says, his voice still strained.
You watch as he fumbles with his utility belt, the leather straps and gadgets blurring before your eyes. "What are you doing?" you ask, your own voice still thick with the remnants of the gas.
"I have a shot of epinephrine," Bruce says through clenched teeth, his movements slow and deliberate. "It's for emergencies like this. It might help counteract the effects of the gas."
You watch as he fumbles with the cap, his trembling hand finally managing to remove it. The silver needle gleams in the moonlight, a beacon of hope in this otherwise grim situation.
"Here," he says, offering it to you with a forced smile. "You first."
You take the epinephrine from his hand, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. You know the drill; we've practiced this before. But never in a real situation. You inject yourself in the thigh, hissing as the liquid shoots into my system. For a moment, everything goes white, and then, as if a switch has been flipped, the world snaps back into focus.
Bruce watches you closely, his eyes searching for any signs of improvement. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice stronger now.
"Better," you reply, taking a deep breath and sitting up with a grimace. "A lot better." The epinephrine is coursing through your veins, burning away the last remnants of the paralyzing gas. You hand the epinephrine back to him, and he takes it with a nod, injecting himself with the same determination.
You stand up slowly, your legs wobbly but cooperating. Bruce does the same, his cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. He looks at me, a question in his eyes. "Can you run?"
You nod, taking a tentative step. "Yeah, I think so."
Bruce stands with more ease than you expect, the epinephrine working its magic. "Good," he says, "because we need to get out of here before the cops show up. Too many questions we can't answer."
With a smirk, "Hey, start playing your Mozart for dramatic affect," you joke, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hon," he warns, his voice a bit stronger now.
You shrug, smiling. "What?"
Bruce rolls his eyes before turning serious. "We need to get back to the manor."
The sirens are closer now, the red and blue lights dancing through the narrow gaps between buildings. The gas has almost fully dissipated, and we can move more freely. Bruce takes your arm over his shoulder his grip firm but gentle, as you make your way out of the alley. Your movements are swift and calculated, years of experience guiding you through the shadows and away from the approaching authorities.
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glittering-under-the-glass · 5 months ago
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European musicals explained really badly:
Woman keeps seeing her imaginary friend well into adulthood. This ruins lives.
Rich guys new wife is obessed with his previous deceased wife. This is the only thing she and the housekeeper agree on.
Child prodigy realizes that being an adult sucks.
Village boy battles vampires and bisexuality.
Two kids decide that dying is better than enduring their families’ bullshit.
Girl just wants to perform in the Opera, forced into a love triangle where both men suck.
Adolescent girl is under a lot of pressure in her new school, starts talking to a statue in the garden.
Crownprince only has dysfunctional relationships and he is very sad about it.
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deklo · 6 months ago
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jordeclan as the ballet “le parc” ♡
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infinitelytheheartexpands · 3 months ago
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NEW MOZART DROPPED???
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minuetandt3some · 7 months ago
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Mozart was named "Wolfgang" (meaning: wolf path) but:
Was a catboy
Never followed the path of the wolf.
There's no proof that he ever belonged to a gang called "The wolves".
He also named himself "Amadeus", but wasn't that religious compared to Haydn.
Atrocious naming. -100 points
Meanwhile, Beethoven was named Ludwig (meaning: famous warrior or loud warrior) and he was indeed:
Very famous. He was the first celebrity.
Very loud. His friends had to tell him to shut up and be quiet for five seconds.
Composed several pieces depicting battles, heroes/warriors, etc.
Loved to fight. He got into a fight with someone every three days.
Once he threw a stool at a noble because he wasn't paying enough attention to his music. That's some loud warrior shit.
Destroyed his rivals in piano duels.
Excellent naming. +100 points.
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ruzqtx · 3 months ago
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HISTORICAL MUSICIANS
sorry for the random shitpost but uh i was talking to my friends about mozart’s sister and then about mozart’s new piece found in germany and one of my friends responded with
“oh i just saw the word mozart and drew a sketch” and this is what i got in return
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very angry and very determined better not get in his way or he’ll do one of those guitar smashes but with his violin and it won’t be pretty 😔
SORRY IM ALL OVER THE PLACE IM DOING ALAMO, LEwis anD CLARK, AND MUSICIANS HERE
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questions-about-blorbos · 4 months ago
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ode-on-a-grecian-butt · 3 months ago
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So they found a new Mozart song
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levysfailsafe · 3 months ago
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Never in my life did I believe I would live during a time where a Mozart piece was found. Basically, 250 yr's later, Mozart dropped a new single 😂
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coffinofmydespair · 2 months ago
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