#German boys’ choir

[incorrect-futbol-quotes]

Bernd: Fight me!

Ter Stegen: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Ter Stegen: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

#ya boy has covid so yall are either getting an actual queue of quotes or none at all we'll see #if im not recovered by friday and cant make it to my choir concert im gonna throw hands #anyway #source: perchance generator #incorrect football quotes #incorrect soccer quotes #incorrrect quotes #germany national team #german national team #germany nt #german nt #bernd leno #leno #marc andre ter stegen #marc andré ter stegen #marc ter stegen #ter stegen #steno #die mannschaft

[robinsnest2111]

still so mind-boggling how in 2nd grade the whole class was handed a worksheet where you had to categorise hobbies by if they were girl hobbies, boy hobbies, or something that could be done by anyone regardless of gender.

7 year old me didn't get the concept of segregating anything by gender so I just said anyone could do any hobby they like. gender has nothing to do with it. and got a bad grade on the worksheet because apparently ballet and knitting are "girl hobbies" and football and woodworking are "boy hobbies"

BUT THEN A YEAR LATER needlework and woodworking classes were introduced into the curriculum and BOTH girls AND boys had to do both???

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

#don't even get me started on how unfairly the extracurriculars were structured #like the computer course was for BOYS ONLY and girls were all sent to the choir by default #but of course if a boy wanted to join the choir he could no problem???? HELLO WTF #anyway the weirdness of going to primary school from 2003-2007 in a mid-size german town lmao

[cluster-b-culture-is]

NPD culture is that i should probably mention to my therapist how annoyed I get that my brother's foot problems are always the center of attention but my joint pain seems to be constantly on the back burner and he's beeb doing this for almost 10 years so when am i going to get attention for my pain? but tbh I'm just used to it from every party involved 🤷 such is the younger sibling way

#cluster b culture is #NPD culture is #cluster b #NPD #Mod Reef #anonymous #YEAH #it goes the same way for achievements and stuff too #like. when the body's brother got pushed ahead in his classes it was always ''Aw look at our smart boy going to Europe for his talents'' #meanwhile when WE got into varsity choir and got pushed a year ahead in German in high school #it was all ''are you sure German III won't be too hard for you [Reef]? and well i know you're good at singing #but the bar is much higher if you want to do anything actually important and worth a lot of praise with it'' #when you live preceded by someone who has supposedly ''better achievements'' or ''more problems'' #it feels like you have to have bigger feet than their shoes can fit in order to get noticed and have your stuff even just Acknowledged #youngest sibling + npd culture is your own achievements/problems constantly being overshadowed by those of your older siblings' #and constantly feeling like you need to find a way to be Bigger and Better than them in order to get the praise you need

[d0geggz]

if someone ever puts mahler's symphony no. 8 in front of me again i might cry like it was sick as hell but jesus christ gustav

i am. exhausted

#d0geggz #non fandom #choir #gustav mahler #i'm in my blessed boy era #kinda weird seeing ppl being like 'i would die to see mahler 8 live' meanwhile #i am mahler 8 live #i am a blessed boy #watch how fast i can sing in german #not fast enough i'll tell you that

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

According to my mom and the pain in my left leg from getting bit five times in different places, I might be allergic to mosquitos and now I have to pray I have concealer to cover up the red ones before I have to go to church tomorrow to see my boyfriend sing.

#yes I’m still going to meth head church #the choir is singing with an orchestra and I want to show support to my partner by suffering in a house of god #this will be my third time going and I’m running out of church appropriate dresses #german jazz crush boy adventures

[uneasylisteningradio]

Transistor Sister Show #138 August 6, 2022

Image: The Jetsons 7″ cover

WE ARE 138

totally didn't notice til after the show so no misfits here!

stream on Mixcloud

Freddy Cannon - Transistor Sister Les Poppys - Let the Sunshine In Mick Ronson - White Light / White Heat The Bongos - Mambo Sun Holly Golightly - Sand

Vintage Crop - The Bloody War Modey Lemon - Caligula Poison Idea - Taken By Surprise Flash - Ansiedad EsRAP - Wir haben Recht Boss - Cash Em In

Mini Skirt - City Sun Jetsons - Genetically Stupid Sepultura - Itsari Beat Happening - Ask Me Red Alert - In Britain

Chumbawamba - The Day the Nazi Died

#radio #transistor sister #wprb #community radio #broadcast radio #music #playlist #mixtape #mix #covers #french boys choirs #glam rock #power pop #garage rock #indie rock #indie pop #punk #hardcore punk #hip hop #german hip hop #rock n roll #metal #oi #anarcho punk

[xxshadowbabexx]

Sub priest könig and dom succubus f!reader pretty please with a cherry on top?

A Priest and His Vices

Warnings: Heavy religious shit, corruption kink, 69, partially clothes sex, come eating, d/s dynamics, begging, humiliation kink, degradation kink, missionary, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink (?), overstimulation, dacryphilia, poorly written German, my first time writing König

König was a good, righteous man. He spread the word of our Lord and Savior far and wide, preaching of how God could save even the most wretched and damned.  

Many people knew of his influence, and many considered him to be a symbol within the church. But what they didn’t know, was that every Sunday, after he finished his sermons, he met with the Devil herself. 

Or rather, one of her succubus daughters. 

Today was one of those days, he paced the chapel, awaiting your arrival. He was nervous, as his deprecating thoughts swarmed his mind. He was supposed to help people realize the beautiful truth, that God is good and here to save them all. 

But whenever he got on his soap box and preached to the choir, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were the God he spoke of. 

He shuddered as he heard it, the sound of bells jingling, announcing your arrival. He straightened his shoulders as he felt your looming presence behind him, one hand raising to grab the back of his wrist. 

Your fingers were cold, burning his skin as your nails dug into the flesh. 

“Missed me, König,” you purred, an absolute tease. Of course he missed you, how could he not? No one could milk his cock the way you did, luscious lips around the head with siren eyes gazing into the depths of his soul. 

“Natürlich, kleine maus,” he grunted, feeling your nails drag up his arm, over the curve of his bulging muscles. 

“How… disappointing. It doesn’t sound like you missed me much at all. Perhaps I should leave?” You mocked, pulling your hand away and turning around. 

“Nein, kleine maus. I did miss you. Not good with words. You know this.” he said, knowing it was a shitty excuse but too proud to care. 

“Not good with words? Seems like a problem for a priest of your stature,”

He grunted, eyes closing. He wanted you to touch him again, but you weren’t going to unless he asked, were you? 

“Sheiß drauf. Get on with it already, woman,” he growled. 

You moved to stand in front of him, hand rubbing his hardening cock. “Now that’s not how we ask for things we want, is it?” you asked, sharply pulling his tip with the last syllable. 

He moaned into your touch, fucking pathetic and he knew it. “What do you want me to do? Beg?”

“Precisely,” you grinned. 

His head hung in shameful submission, “Need you to touch me, kleiner teufel. Need you to make a damn mess of me,”

You smiled wider, showing your teeth. “Good. On your knees, boy,” you commanded and he listened, despising himself for giving in so easily. He shuffled to his knees, his head still level with your chest due to his hulking frame. 

“Mmh König,” you whispered, running your hand along his jawline and caressing him gently. “So pretty and submissive for me. Want me to play with you?” you asked, batting long lashes at him. 

He nodded, “Yes, need your mouth on m’ cock,” he rasped, reeling at your touch even though nothing had started. 

“So needy,” you tsked, smiling down at him. “And why should I give someone like you what you want, hm?”

His faded blue eyes bore up into yours, “Gottverdammt, woman,” he cursed under his breath, “You should touch me because I’ve been risking everything to be here with you,”

“Oh how impatient,” you mocked, “if you really want me you’ll take off your clothes and lay down, alright darling?” you teased. 

He nodded like a fool and rushed to undress himself. Fully bare he laid down on the broken cobblestone ground, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold ground caressed his nerves. 

You smiled at him wickedly. Your thumb forced its way into his mouth after you bent down, and you took advantage of his open mouth by spitting in it. 

And the whore fucking moaned. 

You flipped up your skirt as you sat on his face. He began eagerly lapping at your cunt through your slick soaked panties. Something about you corrupting what once was a good, pure priest, and ruining him for anyone but you drove you wild. 

He ate you out like a man starved, diving into your pussy and sucking your clit like a pacifier. 

You smirked as you leaned down to face his weeping cock. It was long, almost nine inches and dangerously girthy. You leaned to press a kiss to his angry, red head, tasting the precum on your lips. Salty, but not too bitter. 

You licked his shaft, one manicured hand coming down to grope his stuffed balls. All the better to breed you with. You slowly worked him into your mouth, feeling his cock spread your throat as he moaned into your pussy. 

You sucked him deep and hard, toying with his balls as he came undone underneath you. 

“Verdammt, du schmeckst so gut,” he growled into your cunt, barely audible. His tongue burned from rubbing the lace and fucking your panties into your hole. It burned and it felt so good. 

See, König had a fucking huge tongue, and it spread your lips so wonderfully. 

You felt him flex his beautiful thighs underneath you, a sure sign he was about to cum. You pulled back, sing your hand to stroke him as he came, shooting all over your face and tongue. 

You stood up, ignoring König’s attempts to grind your cunt down onto his face. He stood up to face you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw your cum covered face. 

“Go on, clean it off me,”

He leaned forward, strong hands cradling your face as he licked his cum off of you. It was fowl and you both loved it so. He was inhumane and depraved.

You made him this way. 

Once he had finished licking off his cum you collided your lips with his in a searing kiss. Brutal and hot as you ground yourself on his cock. Seems he was especially needy tonight. Already longing for round two when he hadn’t finished even five minutes ago. 

You pushed him down so he was lying on the ground  and moved to straddle his lap. In one solid motion you pushed your panties to the side and sank down on his thick cock. You could feel him resting against your cervix, but the best part? That was how tears pooled in König’s eyes as he felt you wrap around his cock. 

You began bouncing, absolutely spearing yourself on his leaky cock as he writhed beneath you. It was utterly perfect, how fucked out and pussy drunk he was for you when he only just began. 

He was the sorriest excuse for a man you’d ever seen. 

You dragged your nails down his sweaty chest, leaving red marks in their wake. He whined, thrusting his hips up into yours as he came undone yet again.

And again…

and again. 

It seemed he couldn’t stop cumming. Every orgasm finished just as another began, and he was blurry-eyed and begging beneath you. 

“Bitte, verdammt, bitte,” he wailed, begging for something he didn’t know. 

You frowned, looking down at the mess beneath you as you pulled off of him, cum spilling everywhere. 

“Sorry König, you didn’t make me come tonight. Maybe next time,” you pouted, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you walked back into the depths of hell. 

Taglist

@theloneshadow24

@frogtowne

@reap3erslov3

#konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #cod konig #konig x reader

[trashbag-baby666]

Introduction HC’s to Rosie Rosenthal in my high school au!!!!

MOTA Masterlist!

•He comes from a Jewish family.

•his grandparents immigrated from Austria. They own a Jewish deli that Rosie works at.

•he has a twin sister named Magdalena (OC still in the works)

•Rosie plays the tenor saxophone in band.

•He plays hockey fr fr

•he’s like the golden boy of the theater department too

•he breaks out into song and dance all the time

•He lowkey has a lot of issues because his parents died when he was 13 and he has like a lot of guilt about it and suppresses tf out of his emotions

•he’s also an AP/Honor student

•He spends a lot of time alone in the library at school

•He can speak Yiddish/German

•He goes through cycles of musical soundtracks and being obsessed with him.

•His favorite production he’s been in is Newsies.

•Heathers is one of his FAVORITE musicals argue with the wall about it.

•He wants to pursue music education when he graduates whether that’s teach band/choir/theater. He’s absoutly so dedicated to music.

#masters of the air #mota #high school au #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #head cannon

[momhwaissues]

I'm probably late to the party, but the red flag song got stuck in my head again because of the clock app and I couldn't help but imagine:

College!AU where fratboy!Jisung looses a bet to his roommate changbin and has to go on a dinner date with goth!Minho. The catch? Minho has a reputation of ✨️traumatizing men(derogatory)✨️ for funzies >:3c

So for the entirety of the date minho goes gleefully over the most atrocious topics to try and weird out a progressively more squirmish jisung.

At the same time, a very worried jisung finds himself confused about how on earth could he find the boy in front of him cute as he talks about a movie where a german doctor sew 3 people ass to mouth? There must be something really wrong with him, that adorable goth could very well murder him on their way back home, make disturbing articles of clothing out of his skin... And the thought of his deranged expression is making him horny???

There are so many alarm bells ringing inside his head by the end of their dinner that jisung just assumes they are the angels from heaven's choir signaling minho's presence as his last grace before he leaves this earth. He isn't complaining tho, what a wonderful way to go, underneath that gorgeous man :')

On the other hand, minho gets more and more exasperated as the himbo in front of him gives no sign of tapping out in terror like the others. His list of topics is running short and if anything the guy seems ready to drop to his knees and beg for his cock, with big brown eyes and flushed cheeks.

(Obviously, the whole point of the bet was for binnie to get the room for himself and felix, but that I'll leave for another time)

#lux writes #drabble #🔮 #lee minho #lee know #🛸 #han jisung #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles #lee know x han jisung #lee minho x han jisung #college!au #fratboy!jisung #goth!minho #sugestive #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #minsung

[eliza-styx]

The grand Kömsko (König/Gromsko) timeline & masterpost

The time has come to sum up the lore and history of the ship that stole hearts of many by complete accident and wormed its way into the subconscious of many Polish shippers in the cod fandom. This post is for you, if you wanna participate in our little cult but struggle a bit with realising what headcanons may be appropriate for Gromsko, if you’re not Polish yourself and some König ideas that we think make sense in relation to this ship.

It all started on the fateful day of December 9th 2022 when Ghostytoasty  made the most random joke that was exactly the snowflake needed to start an avalanche of events

It led to Orin pitching an idea of enemies to lovers story for these two and my own brainworms picked it up to basically draft the whole fanfic in the conversation, at which point Shiba promised to make art for, if I actually wrote it.

Well, two days later, a child was born, the very first Kömsko fanfic to be posted on AO3

Shelter Me

written by none other than me aka ElizaStyx with the beautiful cover art done by MizuShiba

And thus the ship became reality.

It gained interest on twitter with artists like @/620_ne1 and @/Capitan_LX among others posting their own fanart of the pair

Shiba, of course also kept creating more  beautiful art of the couple

Encouraged by the small cult that spawned amongst the people of the ghostsoap discord I started working on the sequel fic, a humorous and fluffy take on the pair dealing with being in love while also working for the rival factions

Carry You

meanwhile, Ghostytoasty got their own inspirational angst juices flowing and wrote a beautifully poetic MCD fic

The warmth that lingers as a shattered heart bleeds

Somewhere along the way, a side channel dedicated to Kömsko spawned in the discord and we begun to fill it up with the various headcanons and ideas that are now listed in a twitter thread by Capitan_LX but to sum up some facts to start your own juices flowing

Gromsko basic headcanons:

- born 11.11.1990, on the Polish Independence Day - brought up in roman catholic faith with very strict, religious parents and a younger sister we named Judyta, definitely was either an altar boy or sung in the church choir - wears a cross around his neck since childhood - history nerd, knows everything about history of Poland and will ramble all night long - has two music listening modes: Sabaton or Polish pop like Doda, hates disco polo - very patriotic, brought up basically brainwashed into believing in God, Honour, Fatherland above all else, had dreams of a winged hussar and that’s why he joined the army (but also dreaming of men, huh?) - struggled coming to terms with his sexuality because the catholic church teaches that homosexual love is forbidden, used to say very offensive shit in his youth but definitely had grown since then - swears in Polish even if he speaking in a different language - calling people idiots and other names is his language of love - never recieved gifts as a kid, cries every time König gives him something and  König keeps showering him with gifts - knows English, Russian and German but doesn’t let on just how much German he understands because König loves to whisper sweet things into his ear that he thinks Gromsko doesn’t understand

König basic headcanons:

- born 15.08.1994, on the day of Assumption of Mary which is obviously a big religious holiday in Poland - is an only child, brought up by a single mom who struggled to make ends meet and worked several jobs but would give up anything to care for him, though often was absent overworking herself - severely bullied in school for being tall, awkward and having no dad, called slurs - became a bookworm to escape reality into fictional worlds - keeps a journal of his thoughts and the books he read - daydreams a lot and in the evening writes down many stories that he daydreams about during the day in his journal but thinks they are silly and never showed anyone until Gromsko came around (Gromsko adores them) - his love language is gift giving and he will look for excuses to give gifts - listens to heavy metal and death or black metal, loves Rammstein - gets into Behemoth and other Polish metal bands because of Gromsko - brushes his teeth at least three times a day, never smoked because it’s bad for gum health - decides to learn Polish in secret so Gromsko doesn’t know he understands when he calls him names - will listen to Gromsko ramble about history all night long - anxious mess 24/7, has severe panic attacks sometimes but Gromsko knows exactly how to ground him and calm him down

#kömsko #gromsko #König #cod mwii #fanfiction #fanart #headcanons

[yakuzacasual]

Treatise about Hanawa the cat mom

Yeah, I caught a glimpse of him in Infinite Wealth, how could you tell? No spoilers whatsoever, just my insane ramblings. Brought to you by my besties own cat also known as god's favourite princess.

Hanawa Kihei decides to adopt an animal

Hanawa likes dogs a lot. Ever since he was a boy, he always admired them and it has slowly but surely become his dream to become a dogowner somewhere down the line. The way he sees it they are a loyal, loving companions that perfectly fill up the void of a lonely man's life. A man like himself, unlikely to change given his entanglements. Obviously to him, a strapping young lad would imagine a company of a german shepard or a husky. A big, cool breed to stand out between all the shiba inu's populating streets of japan, and just maybe boost his masculinity. As time goes, so does Hanawa and his tastes becoming much more mild. By the time he becomes a distinguished, middle-aged gentleman he doesn't really give a rat's ass about the breed. He could totally imagine himself chilling with a spaniel, a little white mop of maltese or bichon frise. In short - anything goes. He has also been long supporting a local animal shelter and would be most likely to adopt a furry mixed creature from there.

The only obstacle in his immaculate plan turns out to be... the work that has ironically finally allowed a life with a pet. Sure, he has his own place, money to spare, a lot of love to give and a relatively flexible schedule but all that comes at a cost. At times he would be gone for hours on end, other times he would lock himself away in the apartment study toiling over the paperwork. The more he thinks about it, the more it is no environment for a sweet little pup. And in comes this random, rambunctious cat.

The cat is a surprise from an older little lady thre doors left. The way she tells it, her cat has been gone for weeks and by the time it was found safe and sound... Well, she accidentally snatched another one looking just like good old Koro. Since no owner could be found, the silver-tounged witch is gone from his doorstep before he can realize that he has been gifted a furry companion.

The creature, now eloquently named Ponta, is a strange fellow. Hanawa didn't think himself specialist when it comes to cats, he was always pretty lukewarm to their existence, but gods above know this is NOT what he was prepared for. Ponta would be a perfect gentleman when eating, using litter box and being bathed. Cats were more intelligent than dogs, or so he has heard, but never has he seen an animal this well behaved. The problem was, all the other times Ponta would be dashing around the apartment like a madman smashing head first into any surface. The first time Hanawa noticed little bumps on his tiny head, he thought he would flip with anxtiety. After a while it became a normality that required an entire day of covering sharp surfaces with bubble wrap.

Then, Ponta developed an interesting habit of crying out at the walls in the middle of the night. Hanawa would get up countless times, trying to check why was his cat meowing up a storm, only to find everything perfectly intact, no mouse inside. Sometimes, if his mind was tired enough, the measured sounds seemed to almost make a choir-like melody that sent a shiver down his spine. He started handing Ponta a chew toy right before going to sleep, trying to keep the little kitty mouth occupied. It usually lasts until 3am only, but that's more than before anyways.

Finally, the wake up calls where the creature would plop directly on the length of his neck, leaving him to suffocate - or alternatively waking up to Ponta sitting on his chest, staring at Hanawa from above. The deep, chocolate eyes peeking into his soul with ferocity of a demon. The first few times, the man almost sent the cat flying into the ceiling in what could be only described as absolute terror. This one still requires a consistent fix, but he has discovered leaving out a warmed up pillow really helps.

Honestly speaking, Hanawa has no idea when exactly did the little rascal grow on him. Before long he couldn't imagine sitting in his studio without Ponta bumping around, or tucking himself into the warm pillow on his owner's legs. The man's had is now almost naturally conditioned to seek out the hairy belly to rub and stock up on discounted sanitizer for scratches. At some point he absolutely catches himself getting the cat food times more fancy than his weekly diet and the realization leaves him dumbstruck, staring at a premium can in pain. They make a delightful pair honestly, catching all kinds of eyes once Hanawa introduces cat harness and Ponta happily joins on his exercise runs or wistful walks. Even the Daidoji agents coax him into bringing the cat into the office, once the word spreads.

The man will never know peace again and he might just like it that way.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #headcanon #lad gaiden #like a dragon gaiden #yakuza gaiden #imagine #like a dragon #like a dragon infinite wealth #rgg #no spoilers #hanawa kihei #cats #this is all an elaborate Natsume Yuujinchou joke

[theaterkidlament]

Fuck it! Noel Fan Theories

Genuinely a hopeless romantic

Fauns over flowers, giggles over the thought of picnic dates etc

Had a crush on Mischa since they met

Probably wrote letters to him then burnt them hoping the crush would go away but it never worked

friends with Penny and Ezra

Him and Ezra would talk abt German and French nihilism

Him and Penny would faun over boy bands

Bullied by Ocean

Probably for either being gay or improvising his own version of a song during down times in choir

#ftm theater kid #theater kid #ride the cyclone #noel gruber #noel rtc #rtc noel #Nisha RTC #passionfruit rtc #passionfruit #mischa bachinski #jane doe rtc #penny rtc #legoland ezra #rtc headcanons #I hate ocean so much

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Martin Schneider - a life for music 🕯

Martin Schneider, was a Opera director, professor and father of Constanze (costume designer) and Christoph (Rammstein drummer)

Martin passed away in 2021, and Tagesspiegel posted an obituary for him, which i thought you might like to read 🌺

Obituary for Martin Schneider: Felsenstein says yes

He always returned from trips to the west. Not because of the country. Because of the family and the opera.

Sometimes  it all begins with an urgent wish, the origin of which remains a mystery, but which sets the course for a whole life: Martin Schneider, whose life has been about classical music, opera and, to a large extent, everything subtle, wanted a violin at the age of seven. His parents, his mother a housewife and his father an accountant, fulfilled his wish in Merseburg, Saxony-Anhalt. His cot and his mother's zither were exchanged for it, and with a briquette in one hand and the violin in the other, the boy went to the violin teacher, the piece of coal being part of the fee.

He later became a member of the "Schäfer Choir" and many years later played Bach's Double Concerto in the Cathedral of Merseburg with Gerhard Schäfer, his choirmaster for 13 years. So the direction was set, and the young Schneider continued to follow it consistently: He studied music education, German and musicology at the Martin Luther University in Halle, graduated with a diploma, and when, in the summer of 1961, after all his studying, he went on vacation to the Feldberg Lakes in the Uckermark, he learned about the construction of the Wall in Berlin and also about his first job in the music department of the Berlin Radio. Berlin, the big city that was still unknown to him, in which he had only once seen “The Good Man by Sezuan” with the young Käthe Reichel at the Berliner Ensemble, would from now on be his new home, but would also from now on be divided.

The leaders and steerers get involved

He started the journey with great excitement. And then noticed that he was expected to be an editor on children's radio. He had thought more of editing for serious music, but that didn't help, he accepted the challenge. But he soon looked elsewhere: he was far too annoyed that the socialist leaders and steerers themselves interfered in the selection of children's songs. He had experienced that often; he remembered this time best: he appeared in the editorial office and all his colleagues looked at him in horror. Nobody said "How could you!", but it was clearly evident in their eyes. What happened? He had put the song "Now we're driving across the lake, across the lake" into the program on the very day a republic refugee paddled across the Baltic Sea in the direction of freedom. An unintentional coincidence, but he was accused of bad intention. This is how it could go in the socialist cultural apparatus.

Such experiences made him keep an eye out, he wanted to work creatively, maybe even use his own voice, but unfortunately it wasn't suitable, as the voice coach at the Komische Oper confirmed. She advised him to apply there as a dramaturge or assistant director, for him, as he will later say, "a sign from heaven". The rest is quickly told. Director Walter Felsenstein says yes, Martin Schneider starts with a trainee salary in September 1962: 450 marks gross. The salary increases in the coming years, as does the reputation of the new employee. He stays with the company for twelve years, succeeds and becomes a producer. Collaborates on Rigoletto, Don Carlos, Eugen Onegin. And Felsenstein makes many things possible, even the young father's move from a backyard dwelling with an outside toilet to a two-room apartment with hot running water. Daughter and son are born, Constanze becomes costume creator and designer, Christoph drummer for the rock band Rammstein. Their music is not really the father's taste, but he is happy that the son decided to go into music.

29 years "Bluebeard"

Martin Schneider always returns to the GDR from guest performances in western countries. Staying away is not an option, the connection to the family and to the opera is too important. In 1974 he moved to the Halle Opera House, became first director and took over the post of director in 1978. Felsenstein persuades him the promise to continue to supervise the "Blaubart" at the Berlin Komische Oper as evening director with a guest contract. He does this until 1992. In 29 years, the play has had 369 performances.

Another departure in 1980: Martin Schneider decides to become a freelancer. He works as a director and university teacher with teaching assignments at the Leipzig Music Academy. He becomes a professor at the Hanns Eisler Music Academy in Berlin.

A life for music, but also for many other things. For friends, good conversations, the Baltic Sea again and again and also for a new love. His first wife Brigitte does not return from a visit to the West in 1987, the marriage ends. On the beach at Ückeritz he meets Antje, who is eight years younger, comes from Cottbus and was a music dealer there. She now lives in Berlin. Even in Cottbus, friends had raved about him, she absolutely should get to know this Schneider, he was directing at the Cottbus Theater, a great guy. But there is no meeting, only many years later their time on Usedom.

Two aesthetes come together here, enjoying each other's clever minds. They even make a program out of it, with which they will go on a tour through the whole country from 2000, a literary-musical reading tour, 1400 times in 20 years! They absorb literature that was not accessible to them in the GDR and pass it on to a grateful audience.

And they also travel a lot privately, to Rome, to Prague and again and again to the Baltic Sea. At home they invite you to song recitals, Schubert's "Winterreise" is on Martin Schneider's mind until the end. On March 1, 2020 he sings it one last time.

With a good friend, he oracles over a beer as to who will be on cloud seven or eight first. It almost becomes a bet. Martin Schneider would have lost now. He dies on January 22, losing to the cancer that has bothered him for eight years. He wanted his son to play a drum solo for his funeral service. And "The Song of the Moldau" by Brecht and Eisler. He had wanted to record it himself, but he didn't manage anymore.

🌺🕯

#martin schneider RIP #christoph schneider #rammstein friends and family

[kdo-three]

Carl Orff ~ ”Carmina Burana” - No. 25 ~ Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi O Fortuna (Reprise) (1975) Composer: Carl Orff | Composed in 1935 and 1936

Cantata | Classical Music | Modern Classical Music

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Personnel: Conductor: Andre Previn The London Symphony Orchestra and Chorus St. Clement Danes Grammer School Boys’ Choir Vocals: Sheila Armstrong Gerald English Thomas Allen

Produced by Christopher Bishop

Recorded: @ Kingsway Hall in London, England UK November 25, 1974 - November 27, 1974

Released: in 1975

EMI Electrola Die Stimme seines Herrn (German imprint of “His Master’s Voice”)

#Carl Orff #Andre Previn #London Symphony Orchestra #St. Clement Danes Grammer School Boys’ Choir #Classical Music #Modern Classical Music #1930's #1970's #Carmina Burana #O Fortuna #EMI Records

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Lining up guests for Happy Hour brings me lots of joy. It's like going on a vacation - half the fun is planning the trip and anticipating. Here in the library, half the fun is building friendships and getting excited for what fics they're going to recommend! When I was planning the December spot, I knew it HAD to be @babooshkart. I fell in love with their Holiday art series last year, and knew that they were the perfect person to give us a Holiday Happy Hour this year! She didn't disappoint - and managed to give me the gift of a Christmas fic I hadn't yet read!

More gifts are in store, so please without further ado, enjoy the gift of @babooshkart in the library!

I’ve been a mildly worshipful fan of the Library (and its Librarian) for a while, so it was such an honor to be asked to host this month’s Happy Hour! Especially as it was my opportunity to do a Christmas rec, which meant rereading a lot of holiday fics, which has put me in the most delightfully Christmassy mood—wins all around. Our lovely Librarian is an expert planner, so thanks to their schedule I’ve had the last six months to peruse all of their previous Holiday Lists (see end of this post for links!). The Librarian is thorough—it was a challenge to find one that hasn’t already been recc’d; I really wanted to shine the spotlight on a fic that brought me a lot of joy during the last Christmas season, so please join me in cuddling up under a blanket with some (spiked?) cocoa and this gorgeous story.

A Melody of You & Me by @academicdisaster (64,838 words, rated E)

Draco Malfoy has a Christmas choir competition to win, and Harry Potter has an orphanage that needs funding. When Luna Lovegood intervenes, they agree to help each other out: Harry will join the choir if Draco chooses to sponsor his charity.

But agreeing to work together also means getting to know each other again - in new and unexpected ways.

Ft. a chaotic festive choir, scheming friends, a healthy dose of mental health issues, one very irritating ex, and boys learning how to love and be loved.

This fic was written for 25 Days of Harry and Draco 2021, and I was lucky enough to get to witness it coming into existence. Rooney is a lovely person and an extremely gifted storyteller—I first fell in love with his writing with Sourdough (romance novelist Draco!!!! baking Harry!!! what more could you possibly ask for!!), and have been entranced ever since. His fics are a masterclass in soft intimacy (my favorite!!!) and every single one leaves me aching with feelings in the best way possible.

With A Melody, Rooney drops us into the middle of a busy holiday season—Healer Draco (another favorite thing!!! can we see a pattern here?) is scrambling to pull together a charity choir after his cheating ex boyfriend steals half his singers for a rival group. Across the city, Harry Potter is running out of energy, time, and money for the Hedwig Centre (Grimmauld Place transformed into a home for traumatized magical children), and needs sponsors a home of his own, therapy, to get laid fast. Enter Draco’s BFF/BAMF Lavender Brown and the ever-delightful Luna Lovegood, and everyone’s problems might just get solved in the best way possible.

This fic is everything I could ever want out of a Drarry holiday story. I always love it when Harry and Draco have careers that let them care for people, and Rooney has gone above and beyond by creating a whole cast of original characters that are extraordinarily lovable—from the children that Harry works with at the Hedwig Centre, to Frieda and Lennox the German choir singers with their special brownies and drunken carols, to one of Draco’s favorite patients—Anita, a firecracker of a little old lady who is arguably too interested in Draco’s sex life. Rooney has built up a gorgeous framework of interlocking relationships, in a way that can only make you feel surrounded and held and part of a little found family while you read, and I will never not be in love with that.

This fic also deals with Harry’s unresolved trauma in a way that feels tender and intentional, which is something that I always yearn for and boy howdy has Rooney delivered. We get to watch as Draco notices and cares for Harry through a panic attack, as Harry learns how to accept (and ask for) support, and as their friends and family ensconce them in love. Too often, I feel like fics skim over the fact that Harry has lost his entire family and also died, but Rooney held all of this in his talented hands and worked through it, piece by piece. Especially for a fic that is set during the holiday season, which can already be full of strife, Rooney has created a strong and caring network of people to hold Harry and Draco while they venture into their new relationship. I love to feel feelings.

I could talk forever about this fic, but I will leave you all with "please go read this and then come and yell about it with me." If you love it as much as I do (you will), make sure to leave kudos and a comment (or six) telling Rooney that he's amazing, and make sure to read the rest of his gorgeous works here! I may have also created a lil piece of art as a Christmas gift for this fic, which you can find here! Endless thanks to the talented Librarian for all the hard work they do and for having me as a guest!! I wish you all a lovely holiday season full of cookies and knit blankets and cozy fic reading! 💕💕💕

Thank you again to the wonderful @babooshkart for joining me in the Library!

Looking for some more Holiday fics? Check out the Library's Previous Holiday Lists:

Holiday Party 2020

Christmas at the Burrow

Hanukkah 2021

Christmas 2021

Hanukkah 2022

❤️ Lots of Love and Happy Holidays! ❤️

#happy hour #friends of the library #babooshkart #lots of love and happy holidays #friday happy hour #friday fic rec #fic rec #Drarry fic rec #fic review #academicdisaster #the drarry librarian and friends #drarry library happy hour

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Who has the best singing voice? Do they like to sing karaoke, have full blown performances in the shower or just occasionally hum quietly to themselves etc etc etc ????

Scout was a choir kid because Mama needed a break and most of her other boys did community service at church , so id argue its fine. Not eye watering good, nor ear rapīng bad, just fine. Also a air guitar bro

Soldier is just… soldier. Amazing at singing all things America, although he can sing some mean country if he is particularly drunk

Pyro are 100% beatboxing queen of them all

Heavy is more of a humming guy, most of the times is just the song is in Russian snd wont bother to translate it. Very loud if very drunk or in the shower after a really good match

Demo is suprisingly goofd for being one fart away from liver failure. Most of them are Scottish/Irish pub shanties and some footie chants

Engie is your standard asshóle who plays Wonderwall at the fireplace during a ceasfire. Pretty relaxing but norhing exceptional

Medic is the earräpe king. Unironically sings because he enjoys tormenting his teammates/patients. Imagine the most german yodel meme song scream sang by medic and thats him

Sniper is a very in-depth hummer. Mainly because he is constantly tired but does enjoy the occasional sea shanty night with the boys

Spy is a really good singer but has no soul when he sings. Like an elevator good bop, kind of exceptional but empty inside

#tf2 fandom #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons #tf2 shiposting #mod uwu