#i miss tamino

[tojisun]

tamino is so beautiful :((

[cmacaulays]

tamino, new york city

[evilreligion]

Changeling OC for a campaign that never was,..,

[poptartmochi]

was looking at Nero pics to try and figure out how I was going to approach his wig (the cursed dmc5 hairstyle...) but instead stumbled across this photo and man. 🥺🥺 he really is his father's child

[taminoarticles]

— Tamino for Knack Weekend, November 2017 (x) (Original Dutch excerpt) / (Full PDF)

From singer Tamino to ballet dancer Wim Van Lessen: these seven look back on their special year

Elke Lahousse 21-11-2017

A philosopher, a television chef, two musicians, a film-maker, a photographer and a ballet dancer. All seven have had a punishing year. Time for a cake, champagne and a good conversation about 2017.

TAMINO (21)

He won De Nieuwe Lichting from Studio Brussel, scored hits with Habibi and Cigar, released an EP, played at Werchter, Cactus and Pukkelpop and sold out the AB.

'I remember the surreal moment when I was told I would play at Werchter. I was shooting videos with my brother and Anton Coene. The performance itself was turning off one button – realizing how important this was – and turning on another – just do it. The world got smaller for me in 2017. Things that seemed far from my bed were suddenly achievable. My mother heard a boy humming Habibi along on the tram. Then you realize: this is a hit. The mystique is a bit gone now that I'm in the middle of it, but I'm enjoying it immensely.'

What did you want to be as a child?

'Knight. And later actor and director. I made up plays and forced my brother Ramy to participate. I've always done singing, just along with the Beatles, and I've taken classical piano lessons. When I was fourteen I wrote my first song. I hadn't played the piano for a year and when I sat down again, something happened spontaneously. It was mega bad, but you have to start somewhere. When I was sixteen I stopped acting and went for music.'

Do you have a technique for staying calm before performing?

"I'm not often nervous. Maybe because I've been acting for so long, it was much scarier than performing.'

Who gave you the best career advice?

Li Sang Ong of the Conservatory in Amsterdam. When I stopped there because I wanted to focus on my music, she said I was too modest. That people in the music industry would value me more than I do and take advantage of that difference. Her advice made me realize not to be fooled.”

When do you feel happy?

"When I'm all alone, but also allowed to make music and noise. It's wonderful to crawl into my own world and make things there. It used to be Lego, now music. After that I enjoy time with friends and loved ones even more.”

What is a little daily happiness?

'My grandmother.'

[fawntasmaranae]

Tamino // Toronto // 2023

[shadowdancers]

How am just now discovering Tamino’s music??

I don’t think words can describe how much I love this album.

[olivesour]

Flower Honey

Inspiration: 2. “Verses,” Tamino released June, 2019.

Pairing: Choi San/reader

Genre: Romance, slice of life

Word count: 469

Warnings: N/A

Author’s note: I am a chronic rewriter, so it’s possible you’ve read something similar before. I hope you enjoy!

There wasn't someone as lucky as you were.

He sits on a stacked pile of cardboard boxes, probably stuffed with your wardrobes. Beams of sunshine peak through the windows of your new apartment, evidence of the day's hard work. Other than the boxes, the furniture is sparse. The only exception is the mattress in the middle of your new living space.

You feel a few beads of sweat gather at the edge of your hairline, determinedly shuffling to the box fan near your partner. San fondly watches your awkward dance. He's humming an old song, which is nearly unnoticeable under the fan's noise.

The tips of his toes tap the floor in rhythm with his voice. San moves through each motion with heat possessed only by dancers. His power stirs warmth in your belly. Even in his most relaxed state, you are drawn to his side.

Tilting your head towards his mouth, it takes a few moments to remember what song he's singing. It's a summery tune, perfect for today, smiling when you know it was your recommendation.

When the title hits you, your body jolts upward, jumping to the box holding your radio and CDs. San startles out of his daydream because of the sudden movement, his body shaking with laughter.

After finding the desired album and hurriedly positioning the radio system, the musician's voice fills the apartment's space.

"Thank you," San mumbles from over your shoulder. "I couldn't remember the rest."

Your body sways back and forth in a childish imitation of a slow dance, raising your arms to beckon San closer.

"Would you dance with me?" A gentle smile plays on your lips, "please."

Standing straight, he brushes the palms of his hands against the rough fabric of his jeans before reaching out to gather you inside his arms, guiding bodies in tandem. A strong hand smooths your hair and then falls to meet the other around your waist. San sings alongside the song, a few words unfamiliar in his mouth.

He leans forward to sit his head on your shoulder, nuzzling cheek-to-cheek, pressing kisses to your skin. "I can't believe we get to spend every day with each other," he says.

The music playing softly behind the silence gives an air of peace missing from the previous days. Your skin goosebumps, loving catching you off guard. "It's my dream come true," laughing breathlessly. The instrumental solos sweep around you as San backs away, turning towards the mattress, grabbing onto his waistband to keep yourself from stumbling.

Falling onto the plush, he pulls you to lean against him, holding your head in his hand and stroking your cheek softly. The opposite hand moves along your spine, tracing your vertebrae with a gentle hand. You melt under his gestures, and your new apartment already feels like home.

[boredflautist]

pov: you're in a fantasy novel

Scarborough Fair / Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Téir Abhaile Riu - Celtic Woman

Daylight - David Kushner

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

War of Hearts - Ruelle

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Misty Mountains - Richard Armitage

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Ray

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

Persephone - Tamino

Willow - Taylor Swift

My Mother Told Me - NATI., Cullen Vance, Johnny Stewart

Kingdom Dance - Alan Menken

Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho - Hans Zimmer

Love Story - Indila

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Bloom - The Paper Kites

Runaway - AURORA

The Shire - Howard Shore

Concerning Hobbits - Howard Shore

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

Would That I - Hozier

Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Dynasty - MIIA

I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa

Daylight - Cinematic - David Kushner

Any I missed?

[ginoeh]

Number 13 for the Spotify fic thingy 🖤!!

Thank you for the ask! You have a good eye for numbers 😂 This one is my much beloved Tamino with Persephone. I had about 158 story ideas for this one already (give or take a few) and decided on a 🌟 new 🌟 one instead (yay!).

I'm staying very close to the song's lyrics here instead of the of more general lore of the myth for this challenge. Please enjoy 'dramatic-idiot-in-love' with a dash of 'unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object'. We start with Dream's pov. Because drama.

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It goes like this: Morpheus is enamoured, bewitched, by Hob's radiance, his faith and warmth and the care for humanity he has learned to cultivate over painstaking centuries. He knows what effort this costs Hob, knows it in every controlled instinct and careful look, in every forsaken opportunity for personal gain, how Hob yearns to remain good and light. So when night falls over the warm glow of the New Inn's evening, Morpheus stays and stays and stays and drinks it all in.

Morpheus feels like a moth drawn to the flame. Hob is the day to his night, the warmth of spring and summer to his own wintery darkness. He should let Hob live his life away from him, keep him at a distance as he has for so long now. He's much more selfish than that, though, greedy in his affection as he's been accused of so many times.

Unwilling to leave, he instead lets Hob choose: they can go back to their centennial meetings or, as Morpheus offers, they could trade - an apology for the missed centennial; one meeting in the Waking for one meeting in the Dreaming, each month a different setting. He might not let Hob go, if he acquiesces to this, Morpheus warns (“Those that live too long in dreams might be consumed by them even in waking hours. It's in their nature.” And therefore in his, he doesn't add.)

Hob laughs, bright and daring with that edge of sparkling hope, and takes the second offer (“What's a little bit of lost time between friends? I'd love to come and visit your realm.”) Morpheus has known how Hob would choose, of course he has. Has seen the daydreams of golden friendship, shared tales and maybe even, love. There really wasn’t a choice at all.

The months slip by, pleasant and warm - no, no it's more than pleasant, it's- Morpheus knows when he's in love, can’t not know it when the Dreaming is in the full bloom of spring, with sweet winds and sunshine accompanying them wherever they go in his realm. When their hands and hearts are entangled as much as their limbs and tongues.

It's sweet as honey.

It will not last.

He’s mired in the never-beens and wishes, the dark and the forbidden and the nearly-forgotten - and while Hob might love him as many people love their dreams, as soon as they get too close Morpheus will invariably break his heart. Be it through disappointment and ennui or when Morpheus’ flights of fancy will have Hob's grip slipping, see him falling out of love towards the awakening, and shatter.

And yet, Morpheus wants.

There is the inevitable end looming, Morpheus knows, because love always ends in his sister's arms. Even more, there is the other end, the one he lets loom on the horizon unseen and felt only in the chill between Hob's visits. He does not let himself think of much of anything then. For now though, he takes Hob's love of life and light and warmth and lets it guide him, lets it be his hearth and home. It's deceiving, but Hob is Morpheus' dream and he wants to hold onto it until he has to face the realities of his fate.

Soon Hob will realize that there is another life waiting for him in the Waking, he will not want to remain bound to one such as he. In the light, Morpheus and his world of dreams will be small and unimportant to Hob, easily forgotten, as dreams are wont to be forgotten in the Waking. It will be Hob who'll try to cancel their accord.

Still, for now the deal keeps them circling each other, keeps them close. Maybe closer than Morpheus is confortable with. Maybe close enough that Hob can see thing Morpheus would want to stay hidden.

Because in Hob's eyes, Dream sees love and devotion but sometimes, there is something else. Morpheus knows it well, has seen it in Nada's eyes before the end. It's fear; desperation and fear. And Hob is right to fear him, he’s right to fear the calamities he might bring upon him, to fear the inevitable end, the fall and the shattering. Hob loves him, Hob fears him, it's inextricable - two sides of the same coin.

Because ultimately, Morpheus will be Hob's fall.

Together, they can learn to fly.

Hob though, is the maker of his own fate; refuses to give up agency over his own destiny. It's in his nature, after all. What Hob fears isn't his own fall. If he falls, he does so because he chooses to risk it. He'll accept the consequences, like he always has.

What he fears, then, is Morpheus’ fall. Because Hob can clearly see him standing on a precipice and he'll go to the ends of all universes and battle the fates themselves if only he can make his love step back and turn around - this isn't a Orpheus and Euridice situation after all, or a retelling of Hades and Persephone.

No one was stolen, and no one has died.

Quite the contrary really. This is live and this is love. It's what hope is made of and Hob won't stop trying to get Morpheus to see it. To see as well, that Hob doesn’t need Morpheus to stay aloft, that he is perfectly capable of carrying his own weight and helping Morpheus along at the same time. If only Morpheus would give in to Hob calling him back to life and turn the fuck around!

This story is theirs alone and Hob will make damned sure they never get an ending and only a happily ever after. Morpheus just needs to take his hand and dare the first step.

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Okay, that’s a wrap then. I also have at least one AU that involves a more dramatic and fantastical reason for Hob having to spend half of his time in the Dreaming. Then, there’s the idea of a fairytale AU. There's one of Hob getting fed up and be the one to propose a Persephone-like deal if Dream insists on treating this like a effing story (im partial to that one lol). And a slew of other ideas. They don't stay as close to the song lyrics as this here, though.

[japhan2024]

"Ah, I can feel it, love’s happiness

Is fled forever!

Nevermore, O hours of bliss,

Will you return to my heart!

See, Tamino, these tears

Flow for you alone, beloved.

If you do not feel love’s yearning,

I shall find peace in death!" - Mozart's Magic Flute

The flickering lights in the restaurant gave Ian's face an odd shape. He looked just slightly off. And Anthony couldn't quite make out his eyes.

They'd fucked around and vlogged and were now eating in relative silence, the clinking and buzzing still going on around them.

But in between them, it was quiet.

Anthony already finished his dinner. He was fidgeting in his seat. Ian was slowly scooping up small portions of ice cream and transporting them to the side of the plate, not really paying attention to anything.

The trip had kind of been a disaster.

"I'm literally so sorry about forgetring your birthday. I want to make it up to you."

"No worries, I know you're an, inconsiderate idiot." The last two words Ian used his joke voice so as to not be too insulting. But Anthony felt that he probably meant it.

"So, how's Pam?"

Anthony tried to reignite the conversation.

"Yeah she's fine..."

"Right.... and Daisy?"

"Also fine. I miss her."

"How are you?"

"Why are you interrogating me? I don't know man, leave me alone."

"But we're here together Ian, we're in New York! We haven't even gone sightseeing or anything."

"Yeah, I mean we could have gone yesterday..."

"Well, I was tired yesterday, okay! I already said sorry multiple times." Anthony shifted in his seat again. He leaned forward on the table. "Ian, I'm in a really bad place at the moment, I think me and Miel aren't gonna make it... we're, you know, still friendly and everything. But we don't talk. At least, not like we used to..."

Ian was still scooping ice cream and it started to get on Anthony's nerves. He had slowly been realizing it for a long time now. Their friendship, much like Ian's face in this lighting, had shape-shifted into something Anthony did not recognize anymore.

"I'd really like us to talk the way we used to, too, you know? I was watching old videos of us yesterday night and I actually cried. Because I remembered when you and I were close like that... Ian, are you even listening?"

"No, and your voice is annoying."

"Fine. Fuck you, then."

"Yeah, you too."

[brucequeensteen]

tagged by @majorbaby ❤ like two weeks ago to post 6 albums ive been listening to recently.... we all know how this is going to turn out.

monkees head / monkees pisces aquarius capricorn & jones ltd / tamino amir / monkees missing links vol 2 / httyd soundtrack by john powell / and the days after the fire by sour boy bitter girl (shout out to ron doublydaring for posting spotify links...)

i am literally stagnating............. anyway tagging @casketears @tagomago @sheburnedlikeabride @hardcockcafe @transneilyoung <3

[sakurz]

our lustful sin » playlist ( criston & alicent + rhaenyra)

whitout your love, i’ll be so long and lost, are you missing me? but is it too late, to come on home? (…) can this city forgive? i hear it’s a sad song

a playlist for the queen alicent and ser criston cole and how they bonded through the torment of pain, hatred and misery of never having the one they want: the princess rhaenyra targaryen

1.Take Me To Church - Hozier || 2. The Night We Met - Strange Trails || 3. Long & Lost - Florence + The Machine || 4. My Dearest Friend and Enemy - Tamino || 5. Love and War - Fleurie || 6. How Villians Are Made - Madalen Duke|| 7. Total Depravity - The Veils || 8. Beautiful Crime - Tamer || 9. Various Storms & Saints - Florence + The Machine || 10. Icarus - PHILDEL

LISTEN HERE

[ink-bunny-blue]

Winter Reading/Arting/Writing Tag

Tagged by @blind-the-winds . Thank you so much! I do love tag games where you get to just ramble about things

Describe one creative WIP project you plan on working on over winter

Well... I'm in the middle of a demotivated slump at the moment (just generally) so creative writing isn't my top priority right now. However, winter break starts next week, so I hope I get regain some energy and get back to the words. Because I miss them!

There's a short story I've started drafting for an anthology submission which closes at the end of the month. I don't know if I will get it done and fully polished by that time, but I really want it to work out. I've been meaning to publish short stories for a while now, because I feel my writing style fits well with them, plus it will give me an advantage if I traditionally publish a novel one day.

And like always, I'm trudging along slowly editing APOM whenever I have the stamina.

Recommend a book

The Shadow Of The Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon is always my go-to recommendation when people ask for one. It's a gorgeous historical mystery set in 1940s Barcelona, about a young boy who tries to solve the disappearance of a mysterious author. The prose and characterisation are top-tier, and has one of the best uses of The Power of Storytelling trope I've ever encountered. (I actually have a review of another book by the same author sitting in my drafts. I'll edit and post it eventually)

The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov has the exact kind of macabre whimsy that I seek out in stories. It follows the devil (disguised as a magician) and a band of demons as they wreck havoc around Soviet-era Moscow. The plot is difficult to explain, but its very clever and vivid, and one of the only books to ever make my cry with laughter. I like to describe it as "Alice In Wonderland but with guns and vodka"

Winterset Hollow by Jonathan Edward Durham is a hugely underrated book, and one of the most imaginative I've read in a long time. All I can say about it is: Imagine if Wind In The Willows was a horror novel. It had such a vivid setting, and ended up being such beautiful tragedy. If your into folk horror or anthropomorphic fiction, you should definitely look into it!

Recommend a fic

Disappointingly, I don't read fanfiction. It's never something that has appealed to me, even though I respect it as a craft. To make up for it, I recommended three books above instead of one.

Recommend Music

Indigo Night by Tamino- To me, this song feels like a lullaby from a fallen civilisation. It has a very ageless feel to it, and the lyrics tell a beautiful fairy-tale. In fact, every song on this album touches my soul.

Bernadette by IAMX- Gothic, whimsical, and theatrical. This one has inspired me on a creative level many many times, and it still sounds just as amazing as it did when I first discovered it years ago.

Youngest Daughter by Superheaven- I heard this one the other day, and I wish I could send it to my 13 year old self. It has the exact sound and mood I was seeking out in music back then. There's a post on this website that went around a while ago that was like "nostalgia can make you miss the worst points of your life" or something. This is what this song is doing to me at the moment.

...

Gently tagging: @k-v-briarwood @chauceryfairytales @writeouswriter

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

i think something that always weights on me about accessibility issues is just. how they're never really righted.

i can talk about how inaccessible my campus was and how it damaged my health and education, but the likelihood of them doing something is small and even if they fixed things now it won't change how it affected my grades, nor will it change how much knowledge i missed out on because of barriers of accessibility.

i can share about how when I saw Tamino in concert, the venue had claimed wheelchair accessibility but when I got there I wasn't told about the ramp they had behind a closed door so I had to climb a few steps to get in, and while I messaged the venue to communicate that I needed accommodations since I couldn't stand and the concert was mostly standing room only, they assured me they had ada seating that had view of the stage, my "ada seating" was a bar stool with no back behind the standing room crowd where i could only see above the crowd if i sat completely upright in the supportless bar stool. but like. i don't believe anything will change, and I'll never be able to like, redo that experience in a more accessible way.

idk i know im whining a bit, but its sad to me that in my life experience, all I can do about accessibility issues is complain with fellow disabled people as small talk at a party.

[taminoarticles]

— Tamino for Holiday Magazine, No. 384, Autumn/Winter 2019-2020 (x) (x)

Tamino-Amir Moharam Fouad

Photographs by Karim Sadli Styling by Max Pearmain and Interview by Marc Beaugé

Tamino was born in Belgium to an Egyptian father and a Belgian mother, but his roots, dreams and memories are elsewhere. Here are his answers to the Holiday questionnaire

Do you enjoy traveling alone? Of course. I believe in the virtues of solitude and alone time. When I’m on tour, I often travel by myself. I arrive in a country I don’t know and get my bearings. You get a better understanding of a country when you go there on your own.

What do you do when you’re alone? I make music, and I read. This summer I devoured the first volume of My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgård.

What’s your travel style: tour guide or head off on your own? Neither one. The best thing is to follow a local—not a guide, just someone who’s really familiar with the city and can show you the best places.

Is it possible to go somewhere and miss the unmissable? Depends. The things we think we can’t miss are never really unmissable. I visited the Eiffel Tower when I was in eighth grade. It was great, but I’m not sure I’d go back now. But I visit the pyramids whenever I go to Cairo. Why? Because they’re breathtaking. I don’t think there’s any other place on Earth that’s so monumental, so mysterious, so incredible.

Would you rather travel by car, plane, or train? I hate the journey because I’m always touring, which means I’m always traveling. I don’t have a license, so I don’t drive. Planes? I used to love them, but I’ve ended up hating them. I’m too big to be comfortable on a plane, and I’m not rich enough to fly business class.

Do you look out of the window of the plane or do you disdain the sky? I’m capable of getting into a fight to bag the window seat.

What movie only works on a plane? Bad Times at the El Royale, with Jeff Bridges. I’ve watched it on land and on a plane. And it was much better on the plane.

What languages do you speak? German, English and a bit of French. Right now I’m learning Arabic on Duolingo. I’m starting to understand a few words and sentences, but I can’t say anything. I can’t even order a meal in a restaurant. I haven’t gotten to the “food and drink” section yet. But I know all the names for domestic animals.

What’s your weakness when it comes to food? Lebanese. Mezze, hummus, etc. I like all of it.

Which place has the best street food in the world? Lebanon, obviously. Whatever Italians may think.

What’s one thing you absolutely cannot eat? Pineapple. I’m allergic to it. My tongue swells up when I eat it. The worst thing is that I love pineapples.

Do you post your holiday photos on Instagram? No, I avoid it. Actually, it doesn’t occur to me. When I’m on holiday, I take photos of the scenery. I keep them on my phone, and no one ever sees them, including me. I’m not really into selfies—or Instagram.

An item of clothing you’d never wear on holiday? A pink T-shirt, maybe. No, wait—Borat’s green swimsuit. I think that’d be quite hard to carry off. But maybe I’m too conservative.

Do you go to supermarkets when you’re abroad? Same as Instagram. I avoid them whenever possible.

Do you think the mountains are most beautiful in summer? Yes. I’m not obsessed with the seaside, in any case. I prefer lakes. For instance, I love swimming in Lake Geneva.

How do you visit museums? I have a very special technique. I focus on one or two artworks and spend a lot of time looking at them. I ignore everything else. It’s a form of snobbery, and I'm totally okay with that.

What would you consider the ideal number of guests for a dinner party? I enjoy one-on-one conversation, but it’s always a bit of a risk. If you get it wrong, it can be a disaster. I speak from experience.

Is there a smell you will always associate with vacations? The smell of the sea, I guess. No, the smell of suntan lotion, actually. It’s not the best smell there is, but it definitely smells like vacation.

Do you enjoy sunbathing? No, not really. I’m half Egyptian, so I tan very quickly, even if I don't want to.

How long can you stay at the beach? It depends entirely on the book I happen to be reading that day.

Is there a place you never tire of visiting? I really like the town of Dahab in Egypt. I’ve been there several times and never get tired of it. But so far I don’t think I’ve found a place I love so much that I’ll return throughout my life.

Where would you build the house of your dreams? That question is way too tough to answer. I don’t have a favorite city; I still haven’t come across it, but the house would have to be near a river or a lake. Most importantly, the view from the window would have to look like a painting. That would be the deciding factor.

THE END