#singing in choir

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The world is oftentimes such an ugly place, but sometimes it can be so beautiful.

Like, when two choirs, one from Croatia and the other from Zimbabwe, met on the opposite sides of a Lisbon subway station and both sang to each other.

I unfortunately do not know what the Zimbabwe children choir sang to them (although it was so beautiful), but the Croatian klapa Kastav sang 'Kuća puna naroda' (a house full of people).

And let my reward be a house full of people, my life, give me a voice, so I can embrace you with songs.

Video source: Irena Grdinić

[theladyeowyn]

You have my sword.

[queerbreadcrumbs]

I sang publicly in an LGBT+ choir yesterday. We're an SATB choir. I'm a trans guy and I sing bass. The last time I sang publicly with a choir I was an alto, but testosterone is a hell of a drug. Our director likes to have shorter people at the front when we sing, so that she can see everyone, and the audience can see all of us. I'm on the front row. I look to my left and see another trans man. I look to my right and see two more. I realise that every bass on the front row is transmasculine. I smile. I'm singing for my brothers and my brothers are singing for me. Later, when we're all talking about the performance, I resist the urge to make a joke about how short we all are. We go to a pub to celebrate a successful performance, and with them I dance like someones dad at a wedding, and we talk about visibility, invisibility and navigating being trans at work. One of them has infectious joy when he dances. Another is the most fabulous looking man I have ever met. I finally feel like I found my people and I'm somewhere I belong. This is my community. This is where I am safe. Being with other trans men is so healing and affirming. Being one of the boys. Dancing to ABBA.

[juniorlore]

regulus 100 percent wouldve started a hogwarts house elf only choir with him as the conductor and it would be his pride and joy. oh and one day pete walked in on a choir practice while visiting the kitchens one night and reg threatened him into keeping his mouth shut.

nobody really knows except for pandora but you bet once barty and evan find out hes not living it down, first his house elf best friend and now a house elf choir??? they start calling him the house elf whisperer

[foldingfittedsheets]

So my singing voice is alright. I can harmonize like a motherfucker but on my own I’m just like. Okay.

This one day, years ago, I was at work in retail, it was a slow day without customers. I had a coworker, M, who was extremely temperamental, but a wonderful performer. Her voice was angelic. She’d do a ton of open mics with her guitar, and rooms would fall silent to hear her.

A different coworker, A, asked me what I was getting my partner for the holidays. “Oh,” I said, “I want to get him a shirt with Marceline from Adventure Time with some song lyrics!”

“What’s the song?”

At this moment, I rolled the only nat 20 I’ll ever be granted for singing, and I sang the first two lines. It’s a dumb song by a cartoon vampire. But it sounded. So. Good.

And when I looked up three of my coworkers were staring at me, jaws dropped. One of them was M, who looked absolutely furious. I made an enemy with those two lines, upstaging her at the thing she was supposed to be best at.

Fully convinced the universe used me to punish that girl for some reason. She never forgave me for having that one beautiful moment of singing, and I’ll never be able to replicate it.

[soupandflowers]

CHINAS IN CHAPTER 525.... THERE IS A TOTAL OF 35 DIFFERENT CHINAS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! i think i just experienced the most ethereal feeling ever in my entire life

couldn't fit all the chinas because of tumblr's limit... so here is the other post with the last 5.. thank u to ramen on discord pointing out a china i have missed

[jame7t]

knowing there was going to be a general grievous Star Wars movie & it got canned years ago & now “the mandalorian and grogu” is gonna be the next theatrical Star Wars movie makes me wanna pume. I want to see general grevious as the wolf of Wall Street not Dave Filoni’s Infinity War.

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

what being a soprano in a choir feels like

[thenon-binaryone]

WE’RE GETTING THEM BACK SOMEONE SEDATE ME

[alaskan-wallflower]

sometimes darry sings to his brothers when they’re sleeping. he doesn’t know why. he just knows when he does the creases in soda’s forehead ease up and pony’s eyes go from squeezed shut to peacefully closed and he knows he is doing something right

[verdemint]

Tanti auguri a te tanti auguri a valee

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was having a school lockdown in the teacher’s lounge and the choir teacher still made us warm up with Hallelujah chorus.

[kiwibirbkat]

Pre accident-

Ricky: *Animatedly signing, explaining the lore of Zolar*

Ocean: *blankly nodding* "Uh huh, yeah..."

Ricky: 😒😒😒

Post accident -

Ricky: *Animatedly signing, explaining the lore of Zolar*

Ocean: *blankly nodding*

Ricky: *signing slows to a stop disappointedly because he thought she changed*

Ocean: "Why'd you stop? I was very invested in the governmental system of-"

Ricky: :DDD

[ahappydnp]

theatre kids who fell in love during their high school production of hairspray vibes

[mkzmerryfriend]

*cracks knuckles* we know Tyler isn’t the original Clancy right? Y’all caught that? Clancy’s bishop was Keons, Tyler’s is Nico, and now “Clancy” is Tyler. Because “scaled and icy” is an anagram for “Clancy is dead” and that album was the one where dema was using Tyler’s popularity for their own purposes. Clancy failed to stop the cycle on his own, and despite already being used as a figurehead for dema, Tyler decided to take up the role of “Clancy” in the wake of what seemed like a total collapse of the Banditos. Their leader had been taken out, and now they had no one to organize them.

But Tyler taking on the name Clancy isn’t him taking on the role of leader or even organizer. He is showing us (the Banditos) that we all can be our own inspiration, we don’t need a figure to follow, we don’t need a leader to lead us. We can do this, fight dema, ourselves.

Y’all got that, right?

[caramelpenguin]

Felice mouths a 'thank you' at Sara over the choir teacher's shoulder as she closes the door. This should hopefully give them atleast ten minutes, and if Sara can stall her for longer, maybe twenty.

She turns back to face the choir, her hands firmly planted on her hips. Felice isn't even close friends with most of these students, but right now, that doesn’t matter. If they’re going to pull this off, she needs as many as she can on board. Clearing her throat, she eyes them all slowly, "Do you all remember the song Simon wrote? That we performed once and never sang again?"

The room erupts in murmurs and whispers.

"You mean the one based on the school anthem?"

"Yes! That one."

Someone snorts from the back. "The one that's not even subtly about Wilhelm?"

"Exactly." Felice squares her shoulders. "What do we think about singing that version on the last day instead of the original? As a way of surprising Simon?"

There’s a pause, followed by a sharp voice from the front row. A girl with neatly braided hair and a skeptical expression raises her brow. "And why would we do that? There’s no real reason."

Oh, Felice is ready for this. She counts off on her fingers, her words measured but pointed. "First, this might be our last performance as a choir. Wouldn’t we rather do something meaningful for ourselves than just the boring school version? Second, we've all seen the horrible crap Simon’s had to deal with recently- it's awful. It’s the least we can do to show him we’re on his side." She pauses, letting her words sink in before delivering the kicker. "And finally—his version is way better than the original. You all know it."

The murmurs in the room shift, tinged with curiosity and a few nods of agreement.

Then, from the back, a new voice cuts through. "Yes," Felix says, his cheeks lightly flushed. Felice has noticed him glancing at Simon during rehearsals, expression soft in a way he probably doesn’t think anyone else sees. "I think that's a great idea."

His endorsement cracks the ice. Someone in the second row murmurs, "I mean, it is better than the original."

Another chimes in, "And Simon would definitely love it."

"He's a good guy. Amazing voice, too."

Felice thinks of the way Wilhelm talks about Simon - this boy who treats him with gentle touches and loves him in a way that he deserves, like he’s something precious. She thinks of Simon as a brother to Sara, unwavering and loyal and someone who's stuck by ,who's dealt with the harsh blows. She thinks of Simon with his loud opinions at the start of the year, unafraid to challenge what he felt was wrong.

That’s why this matters. This isn’t just about the song. It’s about Simon. About reminding him that he’s seen and valued and that what he’s brought to this group has meant something.

Felice looks around the room at the hesitant faces, at the whispers still swirling among the group, and lets her determination harden.

“Listen,” she says, her voice firm, “this isn’t about whether or not we get in trouble. It’s about doing something that actually means something. For Simon. For us. If you don’t want to do it for him, fine. Do it because this choir deserves to go out on a high note. And because we’re capable of more than just doing what’s expected of us.”

No-one speaks up to argue. Slowly, the students begin to shuffle into position, the energy in the room shifting. Someone hums the first note, and the familiar melody builds—hesitant at first, then stronger, richer.