#counter tenor

[jakubjozeforlinkski]

[darkness-holds-eternal-light]

Also relatively unrelated but this is one of the most beautiful things I could think of, this counter tenor from my country, Germany, is absolutely incredible, I am in complete awe of how he sings! 💚🎶

[mikahorror]

Right Back To The Sea - Pete Rawcliffe

[lesser-known-composers]

Arnolt Schlick - Maria zart ·

Franz Vitzthum, counter tenor & Julian Behr, lute

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Felled by one bowl.

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[teatual]

[ID: A selfie of me holding up a peace sign. I'm a pale trans man with a dark buzzcut, glasses, a white and black shirt and black undershirt. End ID]

Happy tdov I'm Axel, a genderqueer trans man, and today is my 8 month HRT anniversary 🌈

[golgafrincham]

Vivaldi "Vedro con mio diletto" from Il Giustino by Jakub Józef Orliński (counter-tenor)

Haha I'm fine, everything is fine.

[spindlesaurus-rex]

I don’t yet have anything particularly clever to say but I went to see Ian McKellen and Toheeb Jimoh in Player Kings on Wednesday and it was fucking EXCELLENT

[chasedbybuildings]

William Byrd, 1540 – 1623

In angel's weed

In angel's weed I saw a noble queen

Above the skies

In sphere of crystal bright

Who here on Earth not long before was seen

Of diverse heinous crimes to be indict, indict

By false suspect

By false suspect

By false suspect and jealousy of those

Whom fear had wrought to be her mortal foe

Whom fear had wrought to be her mortal foe

By false suspect

By false suspect

By false suspect and jealousy of those

Whom fear had wrought to be her mortal foe

Whom fear had wrought to be her mortal foe

[jakubjozeforlinkski]

[void-tiger]

How can I pick up “weird” choral parts that aren’t a lazy “just singing a third below at all times”? Well, for one I got tossed into the deep end in college with the second soprano part being “whatever’s leftover ‘cause y’all can actually read. Now have fun or you’re getting kicked out, ya expendable surplus soprano!” (no really. weeks of that. the director didn’t Shut Up until I ended up having a public nervous breakdown, especially since he spent years taking my name off the audition list but letting freshman sopranos in after telling me I WAS good enough when I first enrolled years ago) in addition to my actual music theory and ear training classes (and accepting it’s NOT a “sour note”, the chord’s just dissonant. That’s the point!)

But in my own time? I just think of harmonies like counter melodies weaving a tapestry, and listening for whatever’s playing in the base, root, or main melody and making a “grab bag” of notes in the chord. Experimentation. What’s smooth or crunchy. (And when in doubt, droning the root is almost never wrong, but Not Every Chord Has A Third, Altos!! Music can have more texture than that!)

[mikahorror]

Jakub Józef Orliński & Fatma Said sing "Rogate" from Zelenka: Laetatus sum, ZWV 90

[dqywcrljnzwgo4]

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[lesser-known-composers]

Nicola Fago  [1677-1745] From the opera "IL Faraone sommerso" (1709) Jakub Józef Orlinski - countertenor

IL POMO d' ORO - Maxim Emelyanychev

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Dream Lover (dp x dc)

The alarm on his cellphone rang and Danny groaned as a fumbled blindly to close it again.

“Wha’ izzit?” Came a sleepy voice at his back.

Danny rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Then, he turned towards the other man entangled in the sheets.

“Nothing, go back to sleep,” Danny said before dropping a kiss on the man’s forehead, displacing his white streak. The man muttered some unintelligible words as he wriggled around a bit before settling back down.

Danny gave him a fond look before a yawn forced his eyes closed. He slipped off the bed and padded down to the kitchen. With bleary eyes he put the coffee machine on and got the milk out of the fridge as he waited for the beans be ground.

The machine was way fancier than anything Danny had ever owned but his boyfriend liked good coffee and Danny liked making him happy. The breaker-hammer noise stopped indicating the coffee was done and the halfa sipped at it as he tried to figure out what that niggling feeling in the back of his mind was.

Before he could delve into it very far, he heard his boyfriend coming into their little kitchen.

“Did the noise wake you up?” Danny asked as the man wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and buried his head in his back.

“Was already ‘wake,” the octopus masquerading as a human mumbled.

“Want some coffee?”

“Please.” His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his nape before staggering towards the kitchen chair and sagging into it.

”Good night?” Danny asked as he started the machine again.

“The usual,” the man said as he rubbed the sleep out of his face.

“Why are you up early?”

“Gotta fix up the bike.” The man yawned which made Danny yawn too. “It kept backfiring last night.”

Danny hummed as that niggling feeling came back at the mention of the motorcycle. There was something there…

“What about you?” The man said as he held his face in his palm.

“Nothing much,” Danny said as he refocused on the conversation. “I don’t have to go in today, so I’ll probably just study.”

“I made butternut pasta when I came back. There’s some left for lunch,” his boyfriend said as he grabbed a banana from their fruit bowl.

“You’ll be here for lunch?” Danny asked as the flow of coffee stopped and he took the cup away from the little shelf.

“Thanks,” the man said as he accepted the cup. “Probably.”

Danny nodded and he leaned on the counter as he looked into the distance. His eyes caught on a clock and again, that annoying sensation he was forgetting something tickled him.

Clock meant hours which meant seconds which meant sand trickling in an hourglass which meant time passing and Time meant-

“Everything ok?” Came the low tenor of his boyfriend.

Danny shook away the thought and smiled at him. “Just zoning out.”

Then the smaller man finished his cup before he put it in the sink. “Gonna go brush my teeth,” he said as he walked out of the kitchen

“You didn’t even eat!” Came the voice Corning from the other room.

“Not hungry,” sing-songed Danny as he grabbed his toothbrush.

As he put the paste on the brush his mind wandered a bit. He started brushing, in the back and made his way forward. He was up to his canine and he started on his fangs which had him frown. Fangs? Wait a minute.

And then it all came rushing back. Phantom. Ghosts. This was a dream which meant-

“Nocturn,” Danny said. Sure it had been a while since he dated anyone but this was a whole new level of single if Nocturn had resorted to creating the ideal boyfriend to trap him in a dream.

Danny walked back to the kitchen and stood in the door entrance and stared at his imaginary dream boyfriend. Said boyfriend turned his head around and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

“You really are perfect,” Danny said.

“You say the sweetest things,” the dream-construct said and the corner of his eyes creased beautifully as he smiled.

Danny sighed wistfully before bending to kiss his cheek. “Until then, dream lover.”

With a snap the dream collapsed and the halfa opened his eyes to the green of the Infinite Realms with the ghost sensation on his lips.

Simultaneously, in one of his safe houses in Gotham, Jason’s eyes snapped open as his hand flew to his cheek.

[brainrot-of-a-thot]

Being Hiragi’s little sis and getting caught kissing Kaji.

liquor, liquor lips. [kaji]

“you’ve been spacing out a lot lately. what’s gotten into you?” hiragi asked, tone tiptoeing along the line of accusatory. your underclassman, you thought crudely with a barely-swallowed giggle. it’s a good thing hiragi can’t read minds.

a/n: I love you babes. I love you. please…feed me more kaji… brainrots craves itsssss

wc: 2.4k

c/w: fem!reader, hiragi’s!sister!reader, hidden relationship, spicy/suggestive (no sex but does get pretty heated), kaji 🫠, make outs, reader and kaji are obsessed w each other and very much in lust I mean love, kaji brainrot go brrrr

hiragi was talking again.

what was he saying? you couldn’t quite catch his words, but his face was pulled into a scowl and his arms were crossed over his chest. you were distantly sure that if you peeked under the table his leg would be bouncing at ninety miles an hour.

umemiya, then — more than likely.

but it’s not like you could be certain of that. not with the phantom sweetness of strawberry on your tongue, or with the vivid image of tussled sandy hair and blown steel eyes etched into your brain, or with the echo of a smooth tenor caressing your eardrums pleasantly —

“—hey! hey, are you listening?”

you snapped back to the present to find hiragi scowling at you. his eyes were narrowed with scrutinization, lips pulled into a thin line and brows pinched together; he looked a mixture of angry and worried — and maybe a tad exasperated. embarrassment suddenly warmed your skin. how long had he been trying to get your attention?

“um,” you mumbled, blinking away the heated flashbacks that were slowly creeping into your mind. “sorry, ‘ragi, what were you saying?”

it seemed the application of your childhood endearment for him dulled the intensity of his ire — hiragi’s brows relaxed but he still blew a frustrated sigh through his lips.

“I was asking your opinion.” hiragi murmured, and you blinked rapidly. opinion?

“my opinion? on what?”

hiragi was silent for a moment as he searched your face. you had to shove down the urge to squirm in your seat — even though your older brother was currently boring holes into your face, you couldn’t help it when your mind rewound to the previous evening in small snippets; warm hands gripping your hips — sticky, syrupy-sweet lips branding fire against your own — a warm, firm body pressed against yours, the sharp angles dulled slightly by a thick sweatshirt that smelled of sugar and detergent — a smooth tenor whispering sinful words into your mouth —

“are you serious right now?”

panic shot through your body and you tensed — briefly, you wondered if somehow the memories inside your head had found their way into hiragi’s, and now he knew everything —

but hiragi only sighed and shook his head. you wanted to feel bad, because it was obvious that whatever he was talking about was pretty serious — at least to him — and yet all you could focus on was the taste of his underclassman (of which hiragi had absolutely no idea you knew the flavor of).

“you’ve been spacing out a lot lately. what’s gotten into you?” hiragi asked, tone tiptoeing along the line of accusatory. his eyes were still narrowed slightly.

your underclassman, you thought crudely with a barely-swallowed giggle. it really is a good thing hiragi can’t read minds.

“I guess I’m just thinking a lot,” you answered smoothly, whilst fighting off a warped grin. god, kaji really had wiggled into every available crevice of your brain. “I’m sorry, ‘ragi.”

hiragi sighed and brought a hand up to gesture to kotoha behind the counter, then wrapped his fingers around the cup on the table. “hey, kotoha, we’re ready for the bill.”

you scrambled up from your seat when hiragi slid smoothly from his; he was ready to leave already? but all he’d ordered was coffee! not to mention, a glance at the cup in his hand told you he’d only drank half of it.

“‘ragi, aren’t you hungry?” you inquired, ambling behind him as he approached the counter. hiragi spared you a brief glance over his shoulder before shaking his head.

“nah, not really. besides, we have food at home.”

your stomach flipped guiltily. you couldn’t help but feel that hiragi’s change in mood was caused by your inattentiveness — the guilt only increased when you thought of the reason for that inattentiveness.

you fell into silence as hiragi pulled some yen from his wallet and handed it to kotoha; he thanked her before placing his half-drained cup on the table for her to empty and wash.

the tinkle of the door bell echoed into the warm evening as hiragi held the door open for you. you ducked passed his body while avoiding eye contact, instead focusing your gaze to the sky.

which, in retrospect, may have been a bad idea — because the sky was painted a hue of salmon, a color that was perpetually etched into your mind and associated with the rush that enveloped you when your lips met with kaji’s.

“let’s get home.” hiragi huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and stalking forward. you nodded silently and followed, brain still wrapped around steel eyes and syrup-flavored lips, a giddy sort of feeling welling up in your chest as the time ticked by — it was getting closer.

you wondered when he’d be messaging you. it was normally around this time; of course, in most cases, you were at home and in your bed, and likewise hiragi would be shut in his room too, so sneaking out of your window unnoticed was fairly easy.

but if kaji texted soon, you’d have to come up with a very believable excuse to slip away from the watchful eyes of your brother.

almost as if kaji could hear your thoughts from wherever he was, your phone pinged gently in your pocket — you knew it was him; he was the only one who ever texted you at this time.

you slowed your pace slightly to put more distance between yourself and hiragi before you pulled out your phone and clicked the screen to life.

there was one message, and it simply read, ‘I’m waiting.’

your heart skipped a beat while your lips curled around a silent curse. of course he’d have the worst timing. you flicked your eyes up to hiragi before turning them back to your screen and typing in a quick response.

‘with ragi at the moment. give me a few.’

you chewed your lip and slipped your phone back into your pocket, wracking your brain for a solid, believable story. there was really only one that you could come up with; and you weren’t entered sure if it would work, but you’d give it a shot.

“hey, ‘ragi, I’ve gotta head back to pothos real quick.” you called out, capturing your brother’s attention. his turned slightly on his heel and furrowed his brows.

“why?” he inquired, eyes darting up to the quickly darkening sky. “it’ll be dark soon. can it wait until tomorrow?”

you wet your dry lips and shook your head. “nah, I left my charger there. if I don’t get it my phone will die.”

it was a sorry excuse, especially considering the fact that you could very easily use hiragi’s charger, but you had to try — and you were relieved and surprised when he gave a subtle nod after a moment.

“okay, but be quick. if you aren’t back in ten minutes I’m coming after you.”

you couldn’t quite catch the tail end of hiragi’s statement as you’d already turned on your heel and darted in the opposite direction — you knew where to go by now, and you’d be able to find the spot no matter where you were in the city; your heart beat gradually hastened and your stomach fluttered with every step closer you took.

it only took you a few minutes to reach that familiar alley, and when you broke through the threshold of it your heart completely spazzed out. he was there already, like he’d said, leaning against the graffiti-splattered brick wall, headphones snug against his ears and lips bouncing a sucker between them. his eyes were downcast, focused on the phone in his hand, of which his thumbs were tapping against furiously.

your stomach swooped with nerves — that always happened before they were whisked away by the fiery heat of kaji’s lips.

steel blue clashed with your eyes as you approached him — kaji straightened against the wall and his lips curved ever so slightly.

“about time.” he said gruffly, but you could hear the good natured tease within it; he wasn’t truly irritated. you laughed airily and nearly skipped the rest of the distance between you. you swore your lips were already tingling, and your heart felt way too jittery — but it was such a rush, one that you didn’t think you’d ever tire of.

when you came to a stop in front of him you slipped your arms around his sides to plant your palms against the brick wall; you eyes flitted down to his lips, still wrapped around that sucker, and you smirked up at him.

“are you gonna take that thing out or what?” you asked playfully, admittedly a little impatient to simply get to it — you did adore your shared playful banter, but you didn’t have a lot of time today, and you’d like to taste his lips for at least a few minutes before you ultimately had to leave.

“hasty.” kaji teased but brought a hand up to pull the sucker out — slowly. your eyes traced the movement as the pink ball slipped past his lips, and you knew kaji noticed it; the smirk on his perfect, delicious, plump lips said it all.

“kaji,” you said (or, more like whined), “I don’t have a lot of time today.”

kaji chuckled and slid his arm around your waist and pulled your body flush to his. your heart skipped a beat and your skin flushed subtly — his body was as lean and firm as it always was, branding your brain with the curiosity of what it felt like without the thick barrier of his sweatshirt. kaji leaned down, eyes connected to yours the whole time, and his lips grazed over yours temptingly as he murmured, “sorry, baby. sometimes I can’t help myself.”

you didn’t have time to indulge in the pleasant shiver his words sent up your spine as his lips were suddenly on yours; warm and soft and sweet, coaxing yours into a languid rhythm immediately.

you sighed softly as you pressed back, moving your lips in time with his, a heat beginning to simmer low in your belly. kaji wasn’t satisfied with the mere grazing for long, and in seconds flat he was sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips.

you opened them to welcome him instantly, a small, slightly whiney moan slipping into his mouth when he pushed his tongue into yours. kaji’s tongue was never dominating or overwhelming, but on just the right side of explorative. he licked into your mouth subtly and caressed your tongue in tandem, saturating it with the sweet taste of artificial strawberry.

you’d never found artificial fruit so damn tantalizing before.

soft smacks, breathy sighs, bubbly laughs and whispered words floated into the sunset as the two of you drowned in one another; at some point, your palms had moved from the wall and slipped kaji’s headphones from his head so that you could wind your fingers through his hair, and likewise, kaji’s sucker had been thrown to the ground somewhere so that he could bracket both arms around your hips and pull you even closer.

it was incredibly sensual yet casual at the same time, an embrace that turned your muscles to putty while simultaneously lighting them up with excited little sparks — kissing kaji was an experience like no other, one that you could lose hours to.

you’d done it so many times, but somehow, it felt different this time. kaji’s lips felt more feverish, more insistent, heavier somehow — and likewise your body was responding to it, hands unable to simply rest in his hair and instead sliding down to grope at his shoulders, arms and chest — even lower to the dip of his hips. you weren’t sure what was fueling you, but you simply felt as though you couldn’t get enough of him.

“kaji,” you whispered, head simply filled with him — with his warmth, with his taste, with his scent; powdered sugar and fresh linen spiced up with that sprinkle of woodsy cologne that he favored… everything about kaji was addictive, leaving you craving more even as he was currently giving you everything. this was nice, it was exciting, it was comfortable… but your body was hot, vibrating and feeling strangely… empty — as if it wanted more than it was getting.

“yeah?” kaji panted back, one hand sliding down to graze across the plump curve of your ass — and, oh, that’s what it was.

you were turned on — incredibly so. you were sure that if you shifted your legs just right, you’d feel the cool wetness of accumulated slick between your thighs.

“I— I think I want…” you weren’t sure how to say it, how to word it just right — your entire body felt like it was hot enough to melt, your throat swollen and sticky for some reason, and it seemed as though you’d never be able to push any words out; but you didn’t have to.

kaji’s fingers dug into the meat of your ass and he shifted his hips forward; his cock was hard, digging straight into your belly through his pants, sizable and daunting — but it shot a thrill straight down your spine and to your core.

“me too,” kaji groaned into your mouth, tongue heavy as it prodded yours — with those two words the atmosphere seemed to change completely, and suddenly you were no longer leaning into kaji; instead, your positions had been flipped and you were the one pressed against the wall, hips crushed flush against it by kaji’s own.

you couldn’t help the surprised gasp you released, and kaji used that to completely devour you. his tongue was far from explorative now, hot and and thick as it dominated your mouth. he was panting more harshly now too, and, oh god, he was grinding his hips into you, little broken moans slipping from his mouth and straight down your throat.

it was hot, it was sticky, messy, overwhelming — but so, so good, and now you were leaking, gooey fluid sticking to the inside of your thighs and panties. god, you wanted him closer, harder, deeper —

brrriiiing. brrriiiing. brrriiiing. brrriiiing—

kaji wrenched away from you and the two of you stared into one another’s eyes, which were wide with mirrored shock. the shrill sound continued to echo up and down the alleyway until it was interrupted by another — an unmistakable and familiar click-clack of shoes.

you had never thought a person could cast such a large shadow until you were completely swallowed by hiragi’s —

oh, shit. you both were so dead.

“I’m miss sugar pink,

liquor, liquor lips.

hit me with your sweet love,

steal me with a kiss.”