#singing woes

[theangrypomeranian]

when you wanna sing a song but it's just one octave too high so you SUFFER

[thatsbelievable]

[nonbinoclard]

i wish harry du bois were real so i could share my wallowing playlist with him 😔 (lyrics from this song)

[aecholapis]

October 17th - Opera

Tarn / Ultra Magnus

For the @tfrarepairing fest 2024

[crypticsketchpad]

what a nice happy group of siblings i sure hope nothing bad happens to them- oh

Eekto, the eldest; quiet, but responsible and loving towards its family / the quiet “head” of the family, always in danger of drowning in its own saliva

Nock, the second oldest; a lively chatterbox who tries to befriend anyone it meets / a lively chatterbox who tries to befriend anyone it meets, even if it can’t see how bleak its life is

Matrix, the middle; an aspiring inventor with a passion for technology / a misguided inventor with a passion for body modification but no regard for anyone but themself

Fraktal, the second youngest; a witty jewelry enthusiast who’s always there to help its loved ones / a mangled wreck, with whatever remains of its past self forever trapped in its decaying brain

Zyphur, the youngest; a shy and introverted lover of insects who looks up to all its dearly beloved siblings / a shy and isolated individual who wishes it was the one who died that day

+ full versions of both

[transstarfolk]

Hii ^_^ first you’re very cool and is it ok if we have a creators choice handmate pack if not it’s ok :D

Note — Headmates will most likely not form 100% accurate to the template, and any/all information can be changed to fit your system.

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Name(/s) — Cronus, Willow, Oxylus, Sycamore

Titles — The Spirit of the Woods, the one who comes from the moss, the guide amongst the thicket

Species — forest diety/cryptid

Age — Immortal, springchronal

System — BAHtive, entomate, soothsayer, soft deer alter

3rdp. Pronouns — it/its, bug/bugs, ei/eis, rai/rain, vae/vaer, wilt/wilts

2ndp. Pronouns (you/your/yours/yourself) — vou/vour/vours/vourself, for/fore/fores/forestself, fae/faer/faers/faerself (aux. you/yours)

1stp. Pronouns (I/me/my/mine/myself) — I/me, Fi/fe/fae/faer/faeself, Wi/will/willow/willow/willowself, may refer to itself in the 3rd person

Gender — Etheridaen, calmrivnaturic, naturenosticgender, forestembodiment, foresrotmoth, mycarbor

Attraction/Orientation — Unlabeled

Other IDs — aldermossylvia, alderlunaforest, alderglowshroom, tardimossin

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Likes — trees, being in nature, taking care of animals, humans (generally, enjoys watching them and their behaviors), (in-headspace) foraging

Dislikes — people who disrepect/disregard nature, fire, pollution, cars, the smell of oil

Aesthetics — Mossy, cryptidcore, crowcore

Proxy Options — 🌱🌲/🍀🍄/🪷🍃

Extra Notes — Typically solitary, will spend most of its time in an in-headspace forest (if applicable).

[lokittystuckinatree]

Me, taking a “which Feanorian are you” quiz, knowing I’m probably going to get Maglor: tehehe lololol

Me, actually getting Maglor: still laughing, but now on the verge of tears

[thebirdandhersong]

lads it is mostly my fault (was sick, didn't tell healthcare until it was Dire, was sentenced to bed rest for the rest of my time at camp) that I literally can't say goodbye to these 100+ people I've come to love properly before I leave. I'm not permitted to participate in any singing, dancing, communal joy, any event that's remotely fun (that's nearly word for word what they said) here at camp. and I'm leaving EARLY, am still miserably sick, and have a four hour commute back home on top of that, because there's no one available to drive. literally cried my eyes out over everything just now and am This Close to crying my eyes out againnnnn

[crustyfloor]

AKUGETSU COVER OF BLACK SORROW WHENN

[andrumedus]

I hear the psalmic grief Of church bells and gull cries. My polar face Burns above the sea.

Nikolay Klyuev, tr. John Glad, from "Mother Sabbath" in Russian Poetry: The Modern Period, ed. John Glad & Daniel Weissbort

[unfortunatetheorist]

The Complete Works of Contradictory Logic in ASOUE: Volume I (Quote Debunk 10)

Part 8 - The Miserable Mill S1 E8

Intro: I have decided to finally stop procrastinating and get this Volume Finally Done; here goes:

NCS (Non-Counting Scene): Mr Poe's opening scene where he mourns the loss of what would've been a promotion, including his panic when Mr Tamerlane phones him.

04:16 - "I'm an excellent optometrist, no matter what the medical board says."

I think you should listen to the medical board, Georgina...

04:44 - "If they were to do something impolite to me, like, for example, call me by the wrong name, I would have to do something impolite to them, like, for example, tear their hair out with my bare hands."

This hints at the Just War Theory of St Thomas Aquinas; Olaf's rebuttal force is in no way proportional...

05:53 - This scene between Georgina and Charles:

G: "What colour is this newspaper?"

C: "Black and white(?)" G: "And colour-blind, too. You must come see me right away."

I think Georgina might be the colour-blind one... probably why the medical board said what they did.

17:20 - "Was it fatal? Just a leg? Ah, call me when there's a real maiming."

Right, because a person's leg getting smashed flat isn't a real maiming...

17:32 - The Olaf-Orwell Dialogue:

Olaf: "Do I look like your receptionist?" (he says, dressed as Shirley St Ives)

Georgina: "Yes, now act like one."

Quick Note from me: ...am I the only one who noticed Klaus' worker number (on his uniform)?

36:10 - Olaf's 'genius': Olaf: "I am never taking a partner again. From now on, Count Olaf works alone!"

Also Olaf: "...can I get a boost?"

44:40 - Poe, as ever:

Poe: *sings* "But to me, there's nothing but gloom and despair"

Also Poe: *smiles* and says "Mmm, that's nice."

Outro: Well, everyone, that's it for Volume I (Season 1)! Here's to a complete 3-season archive sooner rather than much much later.

~ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

[shredsandpatches]

Tried recording this again only singing it better, and I think it is better than the one I made yesterday because this time I remembered to do the thing where I pretend there's a gothic cathedral in my mouth (I said this to my voice teacher once and she was like "that is the most you thing ever"). If I can get the first measure to not suck by tomorrow I'll be golden.

(I still don't expect I'll get the part but that's fine, I just want the experience, and for the new choral director to think my voice is, you know, good. It's not for the actual solos, just to be an emergency cover if something goes wrong at the VERY last minute and to sing the solo parts in rehearsal)

[priafey]

here's a quick drawing of @azures-grace's last dragonborn, Iriae, to accompany the song I wrote for her!! it's inspired by tidbits of her lore from azure's fic, and from OC ask prompts azure has answered on their blog (especially the one where they wrote that Iriae's favorite music genre would be indie, and that she'd like making her own music)

Lyrics below the cut ⬇️

I’m at home in bed At 9pm On a Friday night

Making wishes I know no one else Can hear

Involving kisses And other things That I fear

I’m gettin’ scared I think I’ll never Shine too bright

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

It’s time to go to sleep When it’s quiet all around Into my mind, I retreat

I’d do it every damned second Of every day If I thought it could make my pain Go away But I know my daydreams never hit the Same

So maybe I’ll just wait…

For me to be in bed at home At 9pm On a Friday night

Counting blessings I know no one else Can see

Forsaking lessons Everything they Taught to me

I’m losing nerve I think we never Had the right

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

It’s time to go to sleep When it’s quiet all around Into my mind, I retreat

I’d do it every damned second Of every day If I thought it could make my pain Go away But I know my daydreams never hit the Same

So maybe I’ll just…

I’ll let myself indulge Start to think ‘bout Who I might be like

Who could I become? Will it matter If all else burns alight?

Where should we run? Into the arms of another Lie

So as I’m

Lying in bed at home At 9 pm On a Friday night

Right then and there Is where I decide I’ll be alright

To you, I ask What if the tunnel’s Made of light?

With what’ll we Contend?

What happens when we End?

[raemeh]

Mike Walter’s from woe begone I love you

[smol-stardust]

Our bassist can’t afford heat so now we’re practicing in our winter coats 😭

my fingers will fall off while drumming or my snare will snap, it’s just a matter of what happens first

[apocalypticdemon]

i love being a writer, i can't believe i get to do this to myself on the regular