#written ( singing voice )

[megatraven]

it's been so long since i rewatched the Unsaid Emily episode of JATP but holy, shit does it still hit so fucking hard

when luke's hiding in the bushes outside of his parents' house because he misses them- misses his mother- and regrets the way he ran off, but was too proud to apologize. and maybe too full of guilt and regret to come back before he did what he set out to do.

but he missed her and she missed him and he wrote an entire song about it and his band sang it together and im just 😭😭😭😭

maybe after his band played at the orpheum he would have gone back. maybe he could have gone back and said "look! i did it! im sorry for leaving but i did it! can i come home now?"

maybe that would have been enough to start mending the gap

maybe they would have had a chance to play more than one song, and maybe the second would have been Unsaid Emily, and maybe she would have known. maybe she would have been standing by the door waiting for him to come back.

but he dies, and the song is lost for twenty years, and his mother never knew that he was so sorry or that he even thought about her after running away, not until julie.

he gets the chance to finally say everything he always meant to say to her, he gets to see his mother read his old words and read the love in them.

im nearly sobbing from this scene again it's so fucking good. so powerful.

[wuntrum]

i am simply one step away from making saints for girls songs real (i dont have the musical and vocal talent/knowledge to make music that sounds good)!

[sirenscriptures]

life is so beautiful and full of good !!!! every breath is one to be thankful for !!!! i can’t wait to wake up and do it all again tomorrow !!! i can’t wait to see what else i accomplish in the time i have !! i can’t wait to meet the people i’m meant to meet and have time with the friends i love and who love me !!!! i’m meant to thrive in this space i call my life !!!

[victoriousfidelity]

@defenseonly sent: 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂 send "📂" for a random yet completely useless headcanon i have. | accepting.

📂 sigyn prefers not to sleep alone, something which stems from when she was growing up and would inevitably end up with one (or more) of her younger siblings sneaking into her bed for comfort more nights than not. she's more than happy for her partner(s) to be in her space while they sleep, and will let their children cuddle up with them just because they can. the best example of this is likely in the happier moments of her mythological verse, when she, loki, boða, and their kids will all end up sleeping in one (giant) bed.

📂 she's the kind of person who moves effortlessly through different social settings, and she has no problem speaking to people from all kinds of backgrounds. that's one of the things which make her such a proficient diplomat, but it also means that she's invariably on good terms with the servants who work in the various palaces she calls home - be that when she's growing up on vanaheim, when she's moved to asgard, or when she is visiting family on ljósálfheim or niðavellir.

📂 you know that stereotype of doctors making the worst patients? absolutely 100% true, where this healer is concerned. sigyn is the type of stubborn, selfless person who will make sure everyone else is safe before taking care of herself, and she's the stupid kind of selfless, stubborn person who'll hide that anything is wrong with them so people don't worry.

📂 she's a healer, not a warrior, but she can fight. her fighting style relies less on brute force and more on efficiency, agility, and speed. she can use a number of weapons depending on the situation, but her preference is for ranged combat where she can use her magic or a bow and arrow.

📂 sigyn loves swimming. her maternal grandfather, njörðr, is a sea god; his home of nóatún is on the western coast of vanaheim, and she and her siblings spend a decent amount of time there when they're growing up, which plays a huge part in how much she enjoys being in the water.

[lionblaze03-2]

sometimes I think about writing and singing music not because I’m an incredible singer but because no one has my fucking voice, especially in popular music, and its disheartening to be born a girl, told you’ll only get girl roles or try to voice match other girls, or ‘sing with the girls’ and then only be able to match male voices because you’re a fuckin tenor and not anything higher. I can’t think of any girl Broadway roles I can hit all the notes on. Most songs I love I have to pitch down for myself or use falsetto for singing along to. It bothers me a lot less now because I’m an adult who’s more secure in myself but as a teen in kids musical theatre it FUCKED with me, BAD style. And I know for a fact that even now when I hear people with a voice like mine singing I get excited and immediately invested in their work because they’re like ME, finally, for once. A brother in this world of being afab and having the voice of a recently pubescent boy forever. Maybe I should be that brother too.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

The HORROR of hearing your little five-year-old voice singing awkwardly along to a pristine backing track because your dad was just dying to shove you in front of a mic and produce a song as soon as you could enunciate words semi-intelligibly.

[the-blathermouth]

UNCONSCIOUS FAN LYRICS

Lyrics under cut in case I'm hard to understand (which I probably am. 😅)

As the world stands

It's chaotic, left out of hand

I will show you all

This is only natural

In the dark sea

No one thinks about what could be

Simply let it go

Swept into the ebb and flow (ebb and flow)

Hear the machines hum

As the static renders you numb

Still your mind and tongue

Become one with everyone

Ah Chaotic colors won't stain what's right, every hue will fade to gray

In the collective consciencness we all bow before the acromatic Order

Live in monotone harmony where every piece fits perfectly

Why deny that it's what you wish, I'll reboot the world achieve stability

As per request...

War mixed with art

It is destined to fall apart

There's no need to fight

In a world of black and white

Empty the tank

Let your mind canvas draw a blank

Give into your role

Let the rhythm bleach your soul (bleach your soul)

Renounce anarchy

Let your sense of self fade away

Still your mind and tongue

Become one with everyone...

Ah Chaotic colors won't stain what's right, every hue will fade to gray

In the collective consciencness we all bow before the acromatic Order

Live in monotone harmony where every piece fits perfectly

Why deprive yourself of it's peace, simply go to sleep and dream your fleeting dreams

In tranquil rest...

[widevibratobitch]

stop letting coloratura sopranos sing Rosina or istg

[lululeighsworld]

"Softly, softly, he hummed an old soldier's cadence as her fists balled in his hair by the nape of his neck."

[wereshrew-admirer]

thinking about chine as somebody that casually sings to themself often, excited to have a baby for the excuse to make up little songs for it as they travel.

[victoriousfidelity]

anonymous said:    A bouquet of flowers sits on the table: huge tea roses in shades of soft pink and cream, warm purple gillyflowers, sharp-scented eucalyptus. There’s a card nestled among the blooms that reads: To Mamma, happy Mother’s Day from all of us xxxxxx

The flowers catch her eye immediately, and while they make her smile, it is the card attached to them which truly warms her heart.

'From all of us'.

Norns, she is lucky. She is so lucky that these beautiful children - grown, now, but still as precious to her as when they were infants - all love her as much as they do, even though the twins are the only ones she carried herself.

She was there when each of the others came into the world, and raised them all alongside her two loves. Their family may be unconventional even by the Gods' standards, but Sigyn wouldn't change it for anything.

The flowers remain on the table in pride of place, while the small card finds a home in her jewellery box, tucked in amongst all her most sentimental belongings. And Sigyn's smile doesn't falter for the rest of the day.

[voltas-do-mar]

thinking of lovers on this day of lungs (mon beau, mon brave, mon cheri) handsome, brave soldiers whose glories are sung (mon beau, mon brave, mon cheri)

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Anyway hk community is amazing and folks who work to create something out of love for this game and share it with other fans be it a big project or a loving fun doodle you're all awesome and I care you

[crazywolf828]

It's been a fucking century since I've obsessed over a male character. Of course it would be the actual devil himself

[universestreasures]

Extension / Spinoff Of This Thread With @shacchou

🎶"Looking up at the sky with you, two bright shining stars call to us. Here we are, standing strong. Shining with our Buddy Lights..."🎶

The gentle and soothing singing voice of his friend was pleasant on the young boy's ears. Never in a million years did he think Tasuku had such a hidden talent, and yet here he is listening to him sing a song from the heart just to try and help him feel better. Then again, the Buddy Police Boy Wonder was good at a lot of things: Buddyfighting, school, investigating; just to name a few. So, him being good at yet another thing shouldn't be too surprising by this point to Mokuba.

He really was just like...Seto, wasn't he?

Drawing those comparisons between Tasuku and his brother was what the young boy had begun to do unconsciously since their initial meeting, but such things slowly became more and more common as he spent more time here. In fact, even now as he sits there listening to the other sing his tune, he can't help but visualize a younger Seto there soothing him instead, despite the fact Mokuba's never heard his brother ever sing before in his life.

Yes, the pre-teen seemed to embody the positive qualities that Mokuba associated with his elder brother from the past: warmth, gentleness, selflessness, compassion, happiness, protectiveness, honesty; all of those things he saw in Tasuku. Perhaps it was those qualities in him that had drawn the younger boy to seek out his help specifically during this time. After all, this entire situation came about because of his own feelings regarding the past, a past he can't seem to stop trying to chase despite promises of a prosperous future.

Such feelings did not change ever since being here. In truth, being around the blue-haired boy just made them stronger, the younger Kaiba feeling a semblance of what was lost the day he and his older brother were adopted. That just spoke though to a simple fact, a fact the boy knew deep down but did not want to admit to himself: that Mokuba had not yet fully accepted in his heart who his brother was today, in spite of their improved relations after Duelist Kingdom.

Mokuba wasn't so naive as to think that neither him or Seto wouldn't change over time. That would be nonsensical, especially considering the circumstances of their lives since becoming Kaiba's. No, what Mokuba couldn't seem to comprehend, and felt frustration and sadness towards, was why his brother was still...well...a stick in the mud, to put it nicely, long after their stepfather was gone.

From his viewpoint, that man was the sole reason for Seto's major shift in demeanor. So why did he have to keep acting so cold and grumpy now? Like he wasn't looking forward to the future he had been preparing for them all this time? The question went unanswered in his mind, no matter how much he tried to come up with an answer.

It had taken Mokuba some time to regain his own true smile after everything that's happened, no part in short thanks to Yugi's crew and his own he managed to make. He wants the same for his brother, to heal past the pain of Gozaboru's tryannny and be able to be as happy as he was prior to it. That selfless desire that seemed so far out of reach was a key part of why he was so hurt. He felt like his brother was just keeping himself miserable needlessly, overworking himself to death and isolating himself from and rejecting anyone who dare try to add some happiness into his life.

He just wanted his brother to be happy again like he was before, to play with games again truly for the fun of it and not in pursuit of revenge or victory. Was that so wrong to wish? To wish his brother could try to start to heal after the suffering they both went through, like Mokuba had?

Clearly, that sentiment was wrong. Otherwise, the elder Kaiba wouldn't have rejected his feelings that night so fiercely. In spite of his good intentions, Mokuba's feelings were burdening his brother, trying to drag him to a place he didn't want to go near for reasons not understood. It's something he's felt since a young age and seen time and time again to the point where he questions whether his inclusion in Seto's life was ever a good thing.

If Mokuba wasn't around, then his brother no doubt would have been adopted quickly and potentially not by a monster like Gozaboru.

If Mokuba wasn't around, his brother wouldn't have had to fight so hard to protect and care for him all the time, to secure a future for them both when securing one for a genius like him alone would have been easier.

If Mokuba wasn't around...perhaps he never would have lost his smile to begin with.

The very thought causes tears to come from his purple eyes, syncing up with the end of Tasuku's sweet song. His breaths came out shaky, unable to stop the floodgates from flowing. Without needing to think, his hands move to clasp the pair of lockets around his neck, as if he would die without doing so.

"Why...? Why?! Why am I such a burden?! Such a bad brother?!"

His voice echoed throughout the small apartment room, his voice portraying the inner pain he felt akin to being kicked in the gutts. Why did he have to follow Gao's advice? Why did he have to speak his mind and say such hurtful things? Why didn't he just let things be as they are despite wanting so much more, like he's done before? Why did he do something that would risk his staying in his brother's life?!

Perhaps taking that risk was why Seto had yet to contact him since he left. Because maybe he felt the same thing Mokuba was starting to think: that he didn't want him to come back. That way, his brother wouldn't have to entertain the younger boy's 'nonsense' anymore, and he could live his life without being reminded of the past he clearly was repulsed by.

Maybe...things were better off this way, after all...

"Mokie Mokuba."

The all-too-familiar voice reaches his ears, and an all-too-familiar touch can be felt on his shoulders. Mokuba opened his teary eyes slowly in response. In front of him, with his vision blurred by the water, he...saw him. He saw his brother, but not the one of the past, but of the present.

Did he come here to see him? Did he come here to take him home? Did he come here because...he still loved him?

"S...eto...?"

"You're not..."

"A burden or a bad brother." The illusion Mokuba's mind had created shattered with Tasuku's next words, as gentle as they were. The young Kaiba was now thrust again into reality, purple hues glancing up at his friend who had been the one speaking the whole time. Seems like his mind and heart were continuing to play tricks on him.

How cruel.

"Listen to me. You've done nothing wrong. It's your brother who has. Don't blame yourself for his mistakes." Mokuba is then pulled into the other's arms, him being comforted by Tasuku's warmth. "Never think you can't express how you're feeling or that it's wrong to feel how you do, no matter who tells you."

The embrace lasted as long as he needed to calm himself. After having cried himself to death, the older kid lets go, gently standing up from his position of sitting next to the boy in order to gently try and guide Mokuba to lie down once again. Once he is set, he watches Tasuku grab the blankets, scattered at the bottom of the bed, and attempts to tuck him back in, not realizing his method of tucking was not to Mokuba's preference (it was too tight). Still, the young Kaiba didn't voice anything to the contrary, for he had lost his voice from all that crying.

"Now, try to get some rest, okay? Gao is coming over tomorrow. He said he wants to have a game of Capsule Monsters with you. I'm sure you two will have a blast." Tasuku then moves to the door's exit, Mokuba glancing over at the soft smile he can see through the light coming from the rest of the apartment. "Sleep well, Mokuba. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me or Jack. We're here for you."

The door then closes, leaving Mokuba alone in the room whose only light source was a nightlight Tasuku had gotten for him. He reaches for his Blue-Eyes plush, hugging it tightly for support. It's then he reaches with one of his arms to open his own locket, staring at the picture of Seto inside intensely until he passes out from emotional and physical exhaustion.

[lgchyoseop]

singing voice

apparently, singing was beginning to become hyoseop’s greatest enemy. since day one in legacy, hyoseop’s biggest enemy had been dancing, he had two left feet and was taking ages to improve just a little bit. he was still far from good at dancing nor confident in it, but there was now something that slowly seemed worse than dancing, which was: singing of course. hyoseop had thought he didn’t need singing skills, as he clearly from day one had shown he was a rapper, but time after time, legacy tried making him sing.

and as he was just beginning to feel slightly comfortable in dancing, ‘singing’ was thrown against the man. also, why did legacy keep telling him to practice his korean? he’d lived in korea all his life, no way he could actually suck at the language he spoke 90% at the time. 

hyoseop wasn’t sure about how to feel about this trainee evaluations, as truth be it, he’d rather join a new group than be thrown into an already-existing group. but he had no choice, and now he had to practice his singing, together with him sitting hyuntae, who sucked as much as hyoseop. “singing” he tabs his pen, then looks up at the other “how do you usually warm up your voice for singing?”.

<3 @hyuntaelgc