#adagietto

[the4chambersofmystery]

#arash safaian #adagietto #rodrigo's dance #origins #classical coffee #classical chill #classical music #morning classical music #Spotify #ludvig van beethoven #sebastian knauer

[olameni]

#black dark academia #dark academia #poc dark academia #noir library #spotify #music #study music #adagietto #arash safaian

[wetsayuri]

True Love 2

#Hymne A L'Amour #Hausu #ハウス #Nobuhiko Obayashi #Adagietto #Quentin Tarantino #House of Hummingbird #Josee the Tiger and the Fish #edit

[kesarijournal]

Cosmos of Us

### Verse 1:(In a soft, introspective melody)“`In the vast expanse of thought,Your wisdom seeds galaxies within,Crafting a universe from shared moments,A divine cosmos blooming daily.“`### Pre-Chorus:(Buildup with a slight increase in tempo and intensity)“`No stroke of chance, this alignment—Our paths entwined by cosmic script,Right place, right time, a serendipitous dance,Urging us closer,…

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#Adagietto #anticipation #auditory experience #Beethoven&039;s Symphony No. 6 #Connection #contemplative #cosmic #destiny #emotional depth #gentle #heartfelt melody #Indian classical #introspection #longing #love #lush strings #Mahler&039;s Symphony No. 5 #meditation #narrative journey #Pastoral #profound #Raag Bhimpalasi #Raag Darbari Kanada #solemn #universal themes #Western classical #yearning

[operatic-music]

Not just the good, not just the bad, but everything ✨

Gustav Mahler (1860-1911) was a towering figure in late Romantic music, known for his emotionally rich and expansive symphonies. As a composer and conductor, he bridged the 19th and 20th centuries, pushing the boundaries of orchestral music with his innovative use of orchestration and themes of existential struggle and transcendence.

His symphonies are vast, often exploring the depths of human emotion and the complexities of life. Mahler’s works are renowned for their intensity, intricate harmonies, and deep philosophical underpinnings, making him one of the most influential composers of his era and leaving a lasting legacy in the world of classical music.

What’s your favorite piece of his?

#classical music #music #classical composers #art #inspiration #spirituality #quoteoftheday #mahler #gustavmahler #romantic #romanticism #symphony #epic #adagietto #Spotify

[recapitulation]

mahler 5 isnt immediately sweeping i thought that was a shoo in for real -_-

#i like dvorak 9 but it beat mahler into the ground so many times im starting to become the joker #dvorak 9 largo is better than mahler 5 adagietto? be real

[shirakabayuki]

mahler symphony number 5... fr.

#just listened to the scherzo now im listening tk the adagietto. augh

[thebrownees]

Visconti’s best idea was changing Aschenbach’s profession from a writer to a composer opening up the movie to the Mahler Adagietto.

#luchino visconti #thomas mann #gustav mahler #dirk bogarde #mahler adagietto

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#denaturational #tridecene #tegumental #yoosung #isodynamical #epicnemial #adagiettos #Plexippus #abulyeit #locomotiveness #benzophthalazine #saccular #chorograph #pumpsman #boroughwide #fantasying #shelleater #Pro-guinean #seismol #hairspring

[the4chambersofmystery]

#gustav mahler #symphony no.5: IV. adagietto #sehr iangsam #origins #rodrigo's dance #classical chill #classical coffee #classical music #Spotify

[symphonybracket]

#if it seems like im crafting increasingly specific questions to manipulate people into a mahler sweep that is in fact what im doing #i have to say however i do think the slow mvmts of both borodin 2 and price 1 beat mahler 5 #borodin 2 is my absolute fav slow mvmt #classical music #Spotify

[best-habsburg-monarch]

*Liszt. I can't edit polls, so just pretend the typo isn't there

Franz Liszt (1811-1886):

Johann Strauss the Younger (1825-1899):

Gustav Mahler (1860-1911):

Antonín Dvořák (1841-1904):

#bonus round #best habsburg bracket #composers 2: Now they have pictures instead of paintings #and they aren't all Austrian #ignore the typo I just noticed and I can't edit polls

[cheralith]

food for thought before i succumb to slumber… take a listen to this track for some fitting background music!

a little bit of the aftermath of what happens in gunsmoke, where nai and you are in your bed, tucked away during the brief minutes before midnight strikes. the night is still young for those at the nightclub, where most people are entering the height of their exhilaration.

but you and him had decided long ago to close it off with your stripped limbs tangled with another under a warmed duvet. the soft glow of a candlelight (nai insisted on a candle every session, claiming it’d amplify the mood) is the only illumination wafting throughout the room, your sleeping face just barely visible amidst the ink of darkness of the night.

you had gone to sleep some time ago. between the two of you, nai knew you’d often fall victim by the induced melatonin after entangling your beings together so intimately, the passion usually emitting much more of oxytocin in your case. nai often would watch as you fought the sandman so uselessly that it became a routine. he’d slowly watch the soft lashes atop your cheekbone flutter close and your lips forming a soft “o” that’d let out whispers of breaths with each fleeting second. nai knew you were fully unconscious when your head would fall forward ever so softly toward him—and he’d take this as you unconsciously wanting him closer to you.

he’s convinced it was your body’s way of telling him that you yearn for him the same way his does for you, that it longs to be in a proximity where there’s little to no space between you and him, where your chests touch together and beat as one.

a finger would also trace the crevices and curves of your body and face, studying them like a portrait of another human being. he’d recount the freckles adorned on your skin and face, perhaps leaving off where he started from last time. his finger would gently skim down the slope of your nose and he’d have to bite back a chuckle when you would twitch in similarity of a bunny out of reaction. ivory carved hands would examine the textured of markings and scars adorned on your skin, enjoying the softness and warmth radiating from each as he would wonder how they came to be (minus the one scar on your shoulder that he knew you got from falling down their mother’s apple tree when you were just children playing hide and seek. you cried endlessly that day and nai barely managed to cease it but quietly putting a hello kitty bandaid on it—courtesy of vash).

the duvet grows warmer the longer you and him are under it, but nai feels as if he’s being hugged more from your natural body warmth and sweet, somnolent scent. a mix of soap and the blueberry candle you light up every morning is what he can pick up, maybe some hints if citrus from your usual breakfast yuzu and honey tea, or something of the sort (he wonders if he’d be able to taste it on your lips if he was quick enough come morning).

fingers would dance over the valley of your back as if it were keys on a keyboard. they glide softly over it, feeling the dip and curve of it with his fingertips like he was playing a hypnagogic ballad on your spine. an adagietto sort of rhythm, perhaps, something that sings to you in your slumber.

nai is convinced love for another person is a feat impossible for his heart. but when you let out a soft call of his name in your sleep, as if you’re dreaming about him—perhaps even yearning, if he may be so bold—perhaps he can leave room for second guesses every once in a while.

he gets so entranced by your own unique beauty amidst the starlit night that nai doesn’t realize his eyelids heave heavier with each passing second…

… until you find yourself awake the next morning, showered in embers of sunlight and what seems to be a hand flat against your back.

its palm feels invitingly warm—almost as if it’s been brining in your heat for a while now.

#it’s me and my obsession with deranged men and turning them into lovesick fools #nai also stares at you in public without realizing it and you pick it up as if there’s something on your face #and hes just waiting to call you out on it #but it’s actually just him asking himself if that mole under your lips was always there #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun 1998 #millions knives #knives millions #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #knives x you #nai x reader #trigun fanfic #trigun fluff

[timmymyluv]

Still Want You

dad!laurie

laurie laurence x pregnant march!sister reader

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warnings: pregnancy sex, mutual masterbation, oral (m/f receiving), mentions of sexist victorian etiquette/rules, fingering

summary: laurie laurence adores you even at your most vulnerable, heavily pregnant with his first born and not feeling your best. 

word count: 2.0k words

notes: surprise! this was not on my wip or even on my radar when i posted that wip update but this was meant to just be a writing exercise from a random prompt but i’m in love with this! really glad to be writing again and do what makes my soul sing. again please enjoy this, reblog and comment. 

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“Did the baby just kick you?” You squeaked excitedly as Laurie stared at you in surprise with wide eyes, his warm palms never leaving your abdomen.

Swollen ankles, sore limbs dominated your days as life blossomed within you. To your darling husband however, you were glowing more strikingly than ever.

Ever since you have become husband and wife, you have transformed into a completely innocent, oblivious stranger to the entanglements of the flesh with your caring spouse more than willing to indulge in you wholly and selflessly.

Introducing you to pleasures and sensations that you could only dream of, it was only sooner or later before the inevitable of a child growing in your belly was to become reality.

With his ostensibly perpetual trust fund and inheritance allowing him every whim and freedom, your planned two-week honeymoon extended into a few months across Europe without any responsibilities calling him back home to the American continent.

By the time you had returned to New England, having left in the dawn of summer and returning in the late spring, your symptoms of lightheadedness, nausea were confirmed by a head doctor from the capital that Laurie’s grandfather insisted that his granddaughter-in-law only deserved the best.

If you felt that you were looking and feeling your worst, the love of your life would tirelessly, eagerly complement you and give in to your every whim and desire.  

“I have swelled like a whale, Laurie. How could you want me still when I look like this?” You pout, wiping the sweat off your brow as you sat down clumsily with a hand over your belly.

“That is nonsense, my dear wife. On the contrary, I desire you more than ever. If you will ever let me show you that-” Laurie shakes his head with a teasing smile, his eyes shining with a blend of lust and adoration, raising his brow suggestively, before you jokingly push him away by the shoulder.

You wanted nothing more than to give in to his temptation, the feeling of his lush lips against where your neck meets your shoulders, an electrifying jolt down your spine of want and desire that numbs the discomfort and pain pregnancy has given you over the past few months.

You squeak weakly as you press your palms on his chest for support, his wandering hands fluttering from the curves of your side, your breasts and hips that have grown and flourished much to his delight, and reeling in the enhanced softness of your flesh that was only brought upon by the child growing in your bosom.

“Is it not wrong for a pregnant wife for me to engage in such frivolity when she is already with child? Will we not be frowned upon that you give such attention to the pleasures of the flesh not only to yours, but always satisfy mine? Is this not only meant for an act of procreation-” Laurie’s face drops in concern and worry, pausing his escapes in worshiping your body to frame your face, cupping your cheeks with calloused hands as he looks you right in the eye.

“My rose, who has planted such ridiculous things into your mind like so? Yes, that is what proper society demands of man and wife, but we are not like them, remember? It pains me for you to believe that you deserve paltry, baseline treatment when I want to adore you, cherish you, worship you like the goddess you are. “ Peppering kisses from your forehead down to your nose, the apples of your cheeks as tears start to fall from your eyes, he manages to appease at least a giggle from your form.

“There you go, my girl. If you allow me, I want to make a temple of your body just like I always have. The mere fact that our love making has resulted in a child, a wonderful blessing from God who is half you and half me only makes me want you more.” His fingers hovered over the lace of your corset, fortunately much looser than typical fashion expected in order to make room for your growing belly, and waited for a willing nod from you.

You reach forward for a passionate kiss on his lips as far as your belly can allow your torsos to touch, sliding off his obsidian coat of his slender arms and leaving him in the fine, pure white chemise you always adored on him.

Desperate moans from him only urge you further, smirking in how drunk he is in his lust, his want and desperation for you. Reaching and digging into you like a distant treasure he seeks but cannot find, yet he is always yours and you are always for him for the taking.

The laces of the corset are set loose and falls down the ground unceremoniously, in which you step out of and kick away carelessly, too consumed by dragging your tongue around his neck and collarbones.

The buttons of his dress shirt pop open with your joint effort, as you both lean towards the plush mattress of your joint bedroom. He carefully undresses your fine dress he had personally tailored for you by one of the top designers in Europe, remembering how much you adored this colour on your skin tone and wanted to save it for the future.

Left only in your undergarments, he pulls down his trousers and leaving himself bare for you to revere before raising the translucent cream undergarment that left nothing to the imagination as you lift your arms to assist him.

Laurie steps away to drink in your figure with hunger, licking his lips and his eyes exploring around you wildly as your heart thumps so loud you can hear your heartbeat, brushing your thighs together to satisfy the warmth growing underneath.

“Look at you, my darling. Pregnancy agrees with you, look how our love has created a life. How your body has transformed to make room for our child, how your breasts have grown and already produce milk, your hips widened, your limbs filled in, your skin glowing - I must have you and I cannot believe I am so lucky to have you.” He reaches down trailing kisses around your neck before leaning in feverishly to suck on your nipples while fondling the other breast with kneading hands, eliciting a pitched whine from you.

Giving the same attention to the other breast, you tangle your fingers into his curls. He sucks delicately to your under breast and down your sternum before pressing his ear curiously to your belly, smiling warmly before he gently pushes you down the mattress with so much care like you were made of glass and going to break easily.

He ravishes you into another all-consuming kiss in which you battle your tongue with his feverishly, opening your legs wide and playing with your clit and mound between your legs that radiates a delicious moan from your husband, eyes rolling behind his eyes in intoxication.

“I want you to play with yourself, my dove.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

Teddy admires you with adoring eyes, before reaching down to toy with his shaft, using the precum already settling from his tip and base, crying your name captivatingly like a prayer. You plunge another finger in your head and cannot control the squeals that come from your mouth has you increase your speed.

Suddenly, he joins your fingers in your heat and moan so loudly as the wave of dizziness overcomes you, so entrenched in the lush haze he has brought you into without warning. Leaning forward to pinch your clit before he sucks it in with his own mouth and teeth, he licks and indulges in your mound like a starved man.

From your head to your toes, you feel the string in your belly pull apart and yanked, a dream like state that has you flying and splattering all the stars in the sky as it becomes all haziness and bright lights in your vision.

Your fingers joined with his and his mouth erupts into your orgasm, releasing into his mouth and all over both your fingers. Laurie kisses your clit once more before he smouches you, your metallic taste on his tongue causing you to moan once more.

Panting and catching your breath from your orgasm, he smooths your hair and pecks your forehead before he moves down to line up with your core, but you stop him with a grasp on his wrist.

“Do you not want to go on, my love? I can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable or hurting the baby?”

“No, no - I want you in my mouth.”

“Darling, it would only strain you for you to get on your knees. What if it injures our child?”

Sliding your head down towards the edge of the bed, he watches you curiously as you tuck a pillow underneath your head and wait patiently with an open mouth.

“You can take me like this, hovering over me while I lie down.” He swears lustily as he climbs towards you, knees between your head and brushing against your ears, earning a chuckle from you as it slightly tickles you.

Reaching forward with shaky, impatient hands as you stroke his length, earning a sharp inhale from him as he lines up against your mouth, feeling your warm cavern and your lips, inch by inch until your nose hits his pubic bone and you moan in delight.

The salty taste of his shaft as he slowly rises above you, relenting in a regimented, reluctant pace. Muttering and groaning in vulgar phrases, Laurie picks up a pace with tightly shut eyes and warm, rosy cheeks as his thrusting turns quick and frenzied. As you join your fingers around his cock and massage his lower abdomen before he floods your mouth with his warm, viscous release.

Gathering his breath with his forehead resting against the headboard, he pulls out from your mouth and smothers his palms all over your spent body. Tracing a line down your arms, pinching your nipples between his fingers, slurping and licking your belly button, he takes another pillow and puts it gently underneath your lower back.

“Is this comfortable, my angel?”

“Mmm.” You purr dreamily, supporting your belly as you spread your knees as wide as possible.

His large hands clenching your ankles, Laurie convulsed deftly into you, earning a piquant wail from your shaking form. He groans as he watches where you meet, joined into one without any thought of the outside world. You only felt him in your veins, in your joints, in your soul, merged together. He was the only thing you could see, feel, taste, touch - you wanted nothing more than this. If there was ever a heaven, you found it.

He releases into you ,holding your legs up to your chest, spread wide to not squish your protruding stomach. Laurie rests his head against your belly, embracing your bump and hands circled around your waist as he relishes in skin to skin contact with his wife and unborn child.

“I never thought you could become even more beautiful than ever, my dear. Yet you have, you always do, day by day. No words can do it justice. How you create this life with such grace, such strength. I cannot love and thank you enough.”

Beaming with so much joy you feel you cannot smile any wider, you massage his scalp and tug on his curls in a manner only you know he adores, he relish in the physical touch that brings fire to your loins, brings you more life than you ever have felt before.

Your child, will they have his eyes? Or your temperament? What about his curls? None of that mattered when they were all so close to you, skin to skin, feeling the warmth of his flesh against yours, breathing so slowly, as if a reminder he was real and fully alive in front of you.

“And I adore you too, Theodore Laurence. You have been the most wonderful husband, and you will be just as marvelous as a father.”

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[zhabe]

HELPPPPP in 2x10 naka-choko when hannibal and will are eating dinner... mahler’s 5th symphony in c-sharp minor movement iv (adagietto) plays...

mahler’s wife (alma) told composer willem mengelberg in a letter that the piece was originally a love song for her--writing the poem in the letter. mengelberg wrote in his own copy the poem mahler wrote.

it reads: Wie ich Dich liebe, Du meine Sonne, ich kann mit Worten Dir's nicht sagen. Nur meine Sehnsucht kann ich Dir klagen und meine Liebe, meine Wonne! / In which way I love you, my sunbeam, I cannot tell you with words. Only my longing, my love and my bliss can I with anguish declare.

#owen.tg #hannibal #gustav mahler

[longeyelashedtragedy]

march 2024 favs

i think i'm going to start dividing this into things i listened to for the first time this month, or things i virtually never listened to before this month, and then after that "old favorites" that keep coming back. because i said so!

fotografi - reealt

cheri cheri lady - modern talking

brabus - ozuna, malby (i better hear this playing from some open car windows this spring!!)

who we are - hozier

de selby part 1 - hozier

muñekita - kali uchis/el alfa/jt

the cool cool river - paul simon

****

the chauffeur - duran duran

new person, same old mistakes - tame impala

shrike - hozier

girls just want to have fun - guys. i'm so mad that this did not win "best 80s song" poll on here. the fuck is wrong with this webbed site...people are the wrong kind of gay or something

le lys vert - la bouttine souriante etc

norafjølls - bukkene bruse

bleecker street - simon & garfunkel (<3)

that famous mahler piece (mahler is my 2nd-fav composer but i can't ever remember what it's actually called. #5 c-sharp minor adagietto sehr langsam!!! i think "sehrlangsam" was one of my aim screennames back in the day lol)

ave maria the superior german version - i put this in my fic as a joke easter egg for myself (The house has only got a CD player, no place to plug an ipod in, and the owners of the house haven’t left any proper CDs behind.  They’re all discs from an office-supply store with songs burned onto them and the titles written on in marker, but they spin and spin soundlessly in the player except for one that just says “Schubert 52 6 839.”)

but it kind of is the best song ever so I then listened to it it a bunch of times lol

#bateman blogging #this month has been so short somehow #i don't even remember what i was doing at the beginning of it