#rip maestro

[facts-i-just-made-up]

These celebrity auctions are weird but thank you whoever got this one-

[pietroleopoldo]

The Doctor after failing to defeat Maestro:

[luinfanel]

Honor, respeto y admiración.

Pista 6

Ending versión latina de Dr Slump

[6loner96]

[bennylafitte-mybeloved]

Dumped 🙏🪦

[dig1taldrift3r]

Addio, grande Maestro! Sei stato inimitabile. Прощай, настоящий итальянец! Твои песни были откликом на мои чувства. One fuNkin' sad day, honestly!

[jdschecter]

I don't like the people who talk about things that they don't really know as if they knew everything. I love the ones who are able to be as they are, without complexes or showing their flaws. I like the natural, what is done and isn't said.

[joansutherlandfan]

Grace Bumbry (4 January 1936 - 7 May 2023), here with Joan and Richard in the occasion of Bing's Met Farewell, 1972.

Early this afternoon, the sad news of the passing of Mezzo Soprano Grace Bumbry (86) was received with a lot of surprise, despite her health situation - she had a stroke back in October 2022, we always hope for improvement. Grace was an extremely admirable person and artist, worked with Joan on Händel's Messiah (1961), with Birgit in Aida (1967). The opera world will mourn this huge loss... Rest in peace. 💔

[markakus-on-board]

[tyunclouds]

Classical trained (college) musician here to roast the ever loving fuck out of SEVENTEEN defiling classical instruments. Let's begin.

JIHOON THE SOLOIST:

It is extremely obvious to everyone (hopefully) that he's not actually playing. His right hand never changes notes, his wrist is completely collapsed, and his hand is angled in a very directionally odd, extremely stiff position. Looking at this, he seems to have no idea where his 1st through 4th fingers should lie. His bow is slightly above the finger board, aka where you PLUCK using your FINGERS, which is not where it should be to get the sound you're listening to, and his bow grip is not the worst I've seen, but his pinky is straight and not on the bow, meaning he will likely be stiff and have no control. I can't see if his hand was too high or low on the bow from this specific screenshot, but I'm too lazy to check further for risk of having another stroke. Anyways, what I do remember is most of the notes are on the higher two strings, A and E, and he is continuously changing strings all the way down to G, the lowest string, while we hear high notes in the recording. Overall, this is a complete hot mess. Elementary schoolers can hold and fake playing a violin better than this. 2/10.

Here's Hilary Hahn as an example of how violin soloists should look while playing. Notice the difference in how she holds the bow, where the bow is hitting the strings, and her left wrist not resting on the violin itself (aka not collapsed), but rather is in a place that would allow her to actually play notes and shift up and down the string significantly better.

MAESTRO ENSEMBLE:

When playing in an ensemble, instruments are not randomly assorted like this, they're supposed to be layered by how much they can project (aka how loud they are), which is why the strings are usually in front, as they're much quieter than the VERY LOUD PERCUSSIONIST, as well as grouped with the same instruments. SO WHY IS WONWOO IN THE FRONT?! WHY IS JEONGHAN SO FAR REMOVED FROM THE OTHER TWO VIOLINISTS?! Jeonghan should be in the front, where his playing can be heard, Mingyu somewhere in the middle, and Wonwoo should be in the back next to Jun, the other percussionist (yes, cymbals by themselves are also percussion, as are triangles and xylophones). As I'm not super familiar with clarinet or drums, I cannot rip into Mingyu and Wonwoo the same way I can Jeonghan, so I will simply target him for giving me an ulcer. His bow grip is literally a fist, his bow is completely crooked, his right wrist is collapsed and his fingers are too close together. I'm also 90% sure he doesn't have a chin rest. Come to think of it, I don't think Woozi had one before either and that's just terrible posture. (Once again, you can look at Hilary Hahn, above, for comparisons.)

Seungkwan just hurts my entire soul here and I forced my friend to pause on it from sheer disbelief. Violins are only ever played on your left shoulder with a right handed bias, whether you yourself are right handed or not. Seungkwan's violin is on his right shoulder making him look straight out of a piss poor stock image. He's playing on the wrong side of the bridge, which will only ever sound screechy because you're not supposed to play there ever, his first finger has been separated from the rest of his hand, making playing notes other than open strings impossible, and his bow grip is the worst of the violinists so far. Hoshi and Minghao have their fingers on multiple strings at once, which would sound terrible when you're not trained to play chords, their hands look very stiff which would be terrible for vibrato, and their bows are on the finger board, which, again, are where they shouldn't be. I can't see Minghao's bow grip, but Hoshi's bow grip is, I think, the worst bow grip of all the string players I can see. He's holding it how first graders attempt to fist a pencil when writing their name.

Now here, we get back into the organization of the ensemble members. But first, I would like to point out that I've asked all of my classically trained roommates (3) what Dino is playing and none of us can figure it out. What we can figure out, however, is that Vernon is playing a flute and, as one of my roommates was a flutist, can confirm he is playing it backwards and rather than the more common incorrect posture of holding the flute too high, which typically gets corrected when actually playing, he is angling it towards the ground. They have no idea how one would even begin to play it the way he's holding it and got so passionate they demonstrated it to me on a pen.

So on their organization, as I touched on earlier, instruments are mainly sorted by their projection (general volume) and grouped by shared instrument. They're assigned "first" and "second" typically based on their proficency in their instrument, with "first" often being the "soloist" if the piece requires it. I've included a helpful chart to demonstrate how this would possibly work out in an actual ensemble based on their instruments (minus Dino as I cannot tell what he is playing).

Key: WZ (Woozi) -> presented as main violinist / soloist, JH (Jeonghan) -> he held the violin the right way, SK (Seungkwan) -> he held the violin the wrong way, VN (Vernon) -> flute and clarinet can most likely be interchanged, but I based this on how my university orchestra is set up, MG (Mingyu), HS (Hoshi) -> this is an assumption, but because his bow grip is so terrible, I wanted to hope Minghao had a better bow grip than him, MH (Minghao), JN (Jun) -> Cymbals are usually not placed in the center as they're generally not the main percussion instrument, JS (Joshua) -> his drum is less bulky, therefore placing him in the middle is more likely than having a bulky drum in the middle, WW (Wonwoo) -> he has a bulky drum, therefore him being on the side is more likely for the percussion section, DK (Dokyeom) -> the conductor should be a lot closer than he is in their ensemble, but far enough away that all players can see the conductor to be able to properly keep time as well as watch for any artistic expressions being encouraged.

Additionally, I don't think I need to point this out, but Dokyeom's posture and conducting are just not right. He's also extremely far from the ensemble and should not be that far away as he needs to be able to cue entrances, influence dynamics and musicality, etc. It is very hard to target a section from that far away.

Overall, I'd give this ensemble a 1/10. I gave them a point to be nice, but it honestly deserves a 0/10.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk and listen to their new comeback: Maestro.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

oh you know what i also thought was fun? 15 being fucking distraught "it ripped me in half. it literally tore my soul in half". not to mention how he ran to hide in a hole in the ground

like that bogeyman made him so scared he, so he says, uncharacteristically ran instead of trying to reason, and then maestro shows up and hes like HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE. hide in the closet from the monster

Also, infrasound is what the bogeyman did to make people scared. sound

[luinfanel]

Honor, respeto y admiración.

Pista 9.

Tráiler de Sandland. Manga del año 2000. Película por estrenarse en Agosto.

Aún si el maestro se ha ido, nos deja su trabajo para disfrutar y volver a maravillarnos.

Descansa en Paz donde quiera que estés, Toriyama sensei

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch3

Later that day, after the strange thing that affected both maestros, Leo and Emma met up with the Wonder Stars, who had been waiting for them to come back. "So how'd it go?" Rebecca asked, curious about the odd way her friends looked. "Well...they said yes to coming to the party, but the weird thing is...After they did, they looked scared about something, the theater began to shake and then they kinda kicked us out." Leo said.

"They kicked you out? That doesn't sound like Balan and Lance." Trisha Jane said, an eyebrow raised "Yeah, it doesn't. But it just happened! I don't know what scared them, but whatever it was, it couldn't be good." Emma said. That's when a sudden "PING!" came from Mei's phone. She checked what she had gotten, and paled at what it was. "Maybe it has something to do with a certain perfection obsessed woman?" She asked.

It didn't take long for the kids to understand what she was talking about. "Prim is free again?! How is it that this woman keeps getting free?!" Rebecca shouted "I don't know. But it says here that the circumstances of her escape were...pretty strange. The guards were passed out, but there were no drugs being used, and the door was ripped off regardless of her being in a catatonic state." Mei said.

The kids looked at the picture that was on the screen, and it truly was a strange sight. No drugs, and the door really was ripped off. Who on earth could have done that? "Well, the police are doing everything they can to find her...although the odd thing was, the antidote to Prim's drug was still locked away. What could someone want with her?

"Well, whatever the case, we better be ready. Prim could try anything, and do anything to get vengeance on us for defeating her...twice." Trisha Jane said. The group of friends agreed "You think we should go tell Aria too? After all, Prim is convinced that she and Mr Montgomery are meant to be together...for some very scary reason." Leo said.

"Leo is right though. We probably should tell the Montgomery family to be on their toes. We never know what Prim is going to do next." Mei said, as the group ran to the Montgomery home...and not noticing a small cloud of red smoke chuckling sinisterly at them from the shadows...

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

[tgrailwar-zero]

It ended in an instant, with two blades being swung at impossible speeds.

A swift clash of blades.

Both sides dropped to one knee, breathing heavily. They had both landed hefty blows on one another, though it seemed like AVENGER's was far more precise. That didn't discount the damage that he himself took, however.

There was a moment of silence, before you felt it… rage. Rage, emanating from AVENGER's pain.

You'd felt this before- though it was even more distant now, anger stewing and bubbling to the surface, mana moments from going wild.

Rage- a moment of pure anger and animalistic retaliation, as a massive clawed hand whipped towards the neck of the Archbishop, moments away from decapitation.

A blade blocked the strike at the last minute, steel stopping raging flames from ripping at the defeated warrior's neck. There was a moment of silence between the RIDER and the AVENGER as the former had jumped into action, locked eyes filled with deadly tension as neither moved.

GREY MESSENGER: "…"

CONSTANTINE: "…"

AVENGER pulled his hand back slowly, as CONSTANTINE turned his head to look back at SABER, eyes narrowed as he sheathed his blade. Approaching the Servants, and gently pulling CONSTANTINE away, KUKULKAN looked between the participants.

KUKULKAN: "The fight's over. All of you. Avenger won, yes?"

CAROLUS-TURPIN: "It… certainly feels like it. I concede. I'm already trying to fight non-lethally, going any further would turn this into a deathmatch."

KUKULKAN: "See? All's well that ends well! You won! Congratulations! Yaaay, Avenger!"

GREY MESSENGER: "Hmph. Save me the congratulations. The Saber still breathes due to your interference."

KUKULKAN: "Solo aguanta... Tus Maestros aman a Avenger, así que sé amable…"

KUKULKAN: "So, moving on! What's next?"

CONSTANTINE: "Avenger won, so by Saber's own terms, he owes us two honest answers."

The White Attack Program buzzed, nearly stepping forward in anger before BRYNHILDR pushed the blade of her spear to the Program's neck, keeping it still. Pushing himself up to his feet, the Archbishop could only shrug with a wry smile.

CAROLUS-TURPIN: "What did you expect me to do? I set the rules and I lost. It's a shame, but I hope His Majesty can forgive me for my poor performance this time- I learned some things about our friend Avenger, after all."

Despite being injured and losing, he didn't seem very... defeated. These paladins seemed to be difficult heroes to shake.

CAROLUS-TURPIN: "Very well. I'm a man of my word. Ask away, and then we'll get out of your hair."

KUKULKAN: "Look at that, congratulations! That means we get two questions for Sir Saber, right? Maybe to keep it organized, if you propose a question, it only counts on a majority rule, right?"

[drippinonabuffet]

Do you remember that one SP episode where Kenny is an opera singer and goes to a conservatory in Romania? Yeah well I loved that singular instance so much that ta-daa: opera singer Kenny!!

Do I have a clear style for him? Almost.

Do I like these drawings? Kind of, not that much but hey, better than any drawing I did a few months ago 💀 gotta be positive, right? Love yourself!!!

Expect more of opera singer Kenny from me if I ever do decide to post in the near future.

(Referenced Luciano Pavarotti for the first two drawings, I love him, RIP Maestro)

(And ofc I had to shower him in roses because Kenny deserves the best 🫶🫶)

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

If possible, may I request ❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜ for the maestro Antonio? Thank you! ^^

Moving at the speed of light writing lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: minor religious themes

To gaze upon the heavens, one must look up from the hells. That is how it feels as he lays upon his makeshift bed as you slowly lower your hips to meet his hips. Tonight they sneaked away from a party to be alone. The twinkle in your eyes, the way your eyes stayed locked on his, and your coy smirk spoke for you.

The way you lead him to the wine cellar, this romantic corner you have been planning for weeks presented to him, he thinks your excitement outdoes his.

“Tesoro,” You smile as you sit on his lap, “Are you sure?” His hands on your thighs and remaining there, gripping it even.

“Quite,” Your hands sliding up the dress shirt, “Unless you aren’t ready. Then I will stop—” The Violinist grabs both sides of your shoulder before pulling you down for a kiss, the kiss that leaves rocking forward on his lap to taste as much as him and he does with you. “Antonio.” The parting makes you feel like something, a piece of you was taken away.

“(Name).” Taking you once more. He sits up to allow you to take off his suit coat, then the shirt is ripped open from your need. Oh, it seems you are the one who is going to rip clothes off tonight. Then you are close to feral, biting his throat and around his collarbone, his chest free to grab and leave bite marks. He laughs as you toss off his shoes and pants.

“What?” Already you have a hand in his boxers.

“It is nothing but,” Lifting his hips to push down his boxers once more you toss his clothes to the floor. “I expected myself to be the… Eager one.”

You chuckle as you admire your prize, “Shall I behave disinterestedly?” His cock twitches as it becomes semi-hard, “Maybe just use you for a quicky?”

“Do not dare.” Now that is a voice you never heard.

You lick the side of his cock, it grows harder in your hand, “Hmm.” Humming against it as if you are considering his words. “Maybe if you behave.” Another long lick from the base to the tip.

His hair moves with his head as he throws his head back, a long groan from deep within his chest. His hands gripping the many-layered blankets on the floor. “(Name).”

You love how he says your name, like a prayer song from King David, you moan as you take him further in your mouth. It is bigger than you prepared for. You only can take so much, not like that stops you from taking more and making tears well up at the corner of your eyes. All of it is worth it to see Antonio not holding back his moans. Those are like music.

“More.” His hand is on your head petting your hair like one does to a pet.

Oh, you give more. You give everything to him tonight. Your body's for him to make sweet music with, he is your dance partner to perform a private show.

And it is only midway when you both are in the fog of pleasure and patience.

“I'm simply enjoying the view.” Grinning in a fashion that you know is not his own.

You sink further, the tendrils of his hair, like snakes slithering up and around your body. “Antonio,” He fears he is hurting, “To think I can draw the devil out of you.” You like this a lot, “Go on, there is nothing I can't handle.”

A challenge both demon and man want to see you hold up to.

“It's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty.” You say as now he is completely inside of you, “And so big. God, you feel amazing.”

“As do you, mi tesoro.” His most treasured love, “A masterpiece none can compare.”

“Hm, keep talking and I must cum just from you talking.” Not like he going to let you but that idea is saved for another time. Right now he wants-- No, needs to ravish you. The dance you had him be your partner in was torturous, and though he stuck to his word to wait and he would not complain about it, he is grateful to be the one under you witnessing and moving along with you in this new dance you want with him. You are gleeful, charmed, and charming; you rather enjoy the duality he has between a man who wants to make love as a man and the demon that controls the tendrils of his hair. It does not feel like hair though like it usually does, it feels cold, hard, and smooth; everything but hair now.

“Yes, harder.” You command and he obeys by not only switching so he can gaze upon the angel he has captured for himself, but he also lifts your legs higher driving himself deep inside of your heat.

“(Name),” The one man who can say your name like a prayer, a confession of his latest sins, “You feel amazing.”

“Not bad yourself, love.” Out of breath, you both laugh, “A piece of me I longed for... I fear my heart is completely yours, maestro.”