tenor love

Do you tell ‘em that you love me, the way that I’ve been lovin’ you? 🎧🎨🌺

Excuses for not coming in on time
  • Trumpets: Am I playing first or second part??
  • Saxes: *Don't know how to count or aren't counted in right*
  • Clarinets: My reed is too dry!!
  • Oboe: Does anyone have a glass of water?
  • Tuba: (is the smallest player in the band with a tuba twice their size) *Falls over*

Summary: Erica convinces Derek to go to an acapella performance with her. Things go better than he could have ever expected.

Notes: I went and saw an acapella performance last weekend, and it inspired me to write a little fic! And I’ve been wanting to write singer!Stiles for a while, so it worked out well. (On AO3)

“Come on, Derek. Please?” Erica says pleadingly, wrapping her hands around his bicep and squeezing. She leans her head against his shoulder for good measure, looking up at him sadly. “I know you’re working on being a hermit, but please come out with me to this one little thing.”

This method works pretty much every time, and Derek sighs. “Why don’t you get one of your other friends to go with you?” he asks. Erica is far more of a social butterfly than he is, he knows she has more friends than the two he’s managed to make.

“They’re not into acapella vocal performances,” Erica says.

“And what makes you think that I am?” Derek asks, eyebrow quirked.

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Pick It Up (N/Hakyeon x Reader)

Rating: M, verrrrrrrry M

(A/N): Here’s a hefty little smut scenario that’s a Boss and Secretary AU featuring VIXX’s beloved leader, N! N-joy! (fire me that was bad lol)

Originally posted by nxnight

You tapped your pink pen in boredom on your notepad as you stared out the shiny glass door of your office, watching and counting the various business people walking across. You wished longingly that you could be them, to at least be walking around the office delivering papers instead of sitting at your desk in your uncomfortably tight skirt while you waited for your boss to receive a call. With a huff, you threw your pen down and stared at the standard black business phone with a scowl, crossing your arms underneath your bust in disappointment. Even a call from a telemarketer or something would be entertaining at this point. Plus, it would give you the opportunity to hear your boss’ velvety voice through the phone again as you alerted him of the incoming caller.

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On this day in music history: September 17, 1966 - “Land Of 1,000 Dances” by Wilson Pickett hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 1 week, also peaking at #6 on the Hot 100 on September 10, 1966. Written by Chris Kenner, it is the third chart topping single for the R&B vocal icon from Prattville, AL. After less than a year of working successfully with musicians at Stax Studios in Memphis, Wilson Pickett has a major falling out with the studios house band and label co-founder Jim Stewart. As a result, Stewart tells Atlantic Records executive and producer Jerry Wexler that he is banning all non-Stax recording artists from working at the labels Memphis studio. Wexler instead sends Pickett to work with producer Rick Hall at his FAME Studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. While deciding on material to record, one of the songs chosen is “Land Of 1,000 Dances”. Written and originally recorded by New Orleans born singer Chris Kenner (“I Like It Like That”) in 1963 (#77 Pop), the song becomes a party anthem and is covered numerous times including versions by Thee Midniters (#67 Pop) and Cannibal & The Headhunters (#30 Pop), the latter being the most successful version to date. Wilson Pickett records his version of the song on May 11, 1966 with members of the Muscle Shoals rhythm section including Roger Hawkins (drums), Spooner Oldham (keyboards), Junior Lowe (bass), Jimmy Johnson (guitar) along with Memphis based musicians Chips Moman (guitar), and horn players Charlie Chalmers, Andrew Love (tenor sax), Wayne Jackson (trumpet) and Floyd Newman (baritone sax). As soon as recording is completed, all agree that they have a hit on their hands. Released in late July of 1966, Pickett’s high octane version of “Land Of 1,000 Dances” quickly rises up the R&B and pop singles charts simultaneously, becoming one of Wilson Pickett’s signature songs, and a highlight of his frenetic live performances.

I adore your voice. At first I thought it didn’t fit you but know I have grown accustomed to it and yeah it fits you perfectly. High pitched but soothing. If you had been a singer, you would certainly been a tenor. And maybe, if that was the case, you had sung me serenades while smiling like you always do - with your mouth halfway crooked and your eyes shining. Yeah, I adore you. Especially that voice of yours. Oh, yes speak to me, with love.
Soulmate AU

Azura sighed in contentment, letting the warm water wash over her and run down her back; the warmth seeping into her bones like liquid comfort. She ran her hands through her hair, sighing in contentment. A relaxing shower was exactly what she needed before heading for school. The soulmates the next apartment over had spent the entirety of the early morning singing duets. Everytime she thought they had finally calmed down one burst into song from across the room and the other one (inevitably, invariably, annoyingly) followed. She had to admit they had nice voices, and that their love for duets was contagious. Even now, there was a song bubbling in her chest, wanting to rise and have her give it life. She gladly gave in.

“Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them”

She reached out and turned the knob. She stepped out of the shower and took her towel.

“Now you’ve been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that you’ve had enough
Of our love, our love”

She kept singing the whole time, in a good mood.

“Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second we’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It’s in the stars
It’s been written in the scars on our hearts
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again”

Corrin was in class. His favorite; Philosophy, to be specific. He was leaning forward on his seat, his wide eyes fixed on the blackboard and his mouth slightly open in his eagerness. So Decarte, in his Rationalism, was the one responsible for ‘I think, therefore I am’. But other philosophers—

Abruptly, (and most infuriatingly) Corrin burst into song. Right in the middle of the lecture!

“I’m sorry I don’t understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin’
And it’s all in your mind”

The teacher turned to look at him with an expression between amusement and resignation. His soulmate had a taste for singing, it seemed, and was always getting him in all sorts of trouble. But most days, she got him kicked out of class. Well, he thought, technically not kicked out, but he had to wait outside for the song to be over, where class wouldn’t be disrupted. It’s not like he was the only one it happened to.

‘Just the one that it happens to the most’ he thought, unable to stop the lyrics making their way out of him.

“You’ve been havin’ real bad dreams, oh, oh
You used to lie so close to me, oh, oh
There’s nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love”

The teacher gestured towards the hallway with an apologetic smile, and a few students chuckled or smiled at one another when he got up and walked out (still singing and a little frustrated.)

“Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second we’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
I never stopped
You’re still written in the scars on my heart
You’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again”


Corrin groaned. The frustrating woman. She’d been singing the same song for 15 minutes. 15 minutes! She must have been playing it on repeat and singing along the whole time. Which meant that Corrin had been singing along the whole time (and missing a fascinating lecture).

He sighed. She was his soulmate and he didn’t mind sharing a song with her. And he was too used to breaking into song at the strangest moments to be too upset. He just wished he could tell her that it was a really bad moment every now and then. And it didn’t help his growing annoyance that he shared this strong, vital connection with her and it was so lacking at the same time. He wanted to share things with her, like how his day had been great; his dreams and hers and how often he’d fallen asleep to the sound of her humming. Not just her mood and favorite songs (which he kept carefully written down on a little notebook).
Azura turned the corner, going the way she knew would take her to the music room the fastest. She sang, still, much louder than she normally would, considering where she was, but something was driving her to sing with passion, to not hold back, as if somebody needed to hear her.

“Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second we’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
I never stopped
You’re still written in the scars on my heart
You’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again”

Oddly enough, Azura could have sworn she heard someone singing where she didn’t. She must have been imagining it. Or else choir started early. She walked a little faster.

“Oh, tear ducts and rust
I’ll fix it for us
We’re collecting dust
But our love’s enough
You’re holding it in
You’re pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We’ll come clean!”

Azura froze when she took the last turn before the music classroom and saw just who was singing. She wasn’t imagining it, and it wasn’t anyone she recognized.
And he wasn’t just singing with her. He was harmonizing with her. Matching her line for line, and making her heart skip beats! His eyes met hers and widened. Her song broke off midway–she was breathless.
Somehow she knew instantly, this was her soulmate, this boy with the lovely, tenor voice and the stunning red eyes.

…They stared at one another. And stared. A shocked silence hanged between them.
His soulmate. This beautiful, golden-eyed, voice-like-a-goddess girl was his soulmate! His mouth hung open, staring at the (gorgeous, unbelievable, giving-him-butterflies) other half of his soul. He broke the deafening silence suddenly, his mouth starting to speak before his brain had finished processing.

“You got me kicked out of class,” he pointed out weakly. Damn, that was not what he’d wanted to say!

She blushed. Wait, were those freckles?
“I’m sorry?” Azura felt blood rise to her face. He was cute, adorable in his surprised awkwardeness. She had to lace her hands together to keep from reaching out and running her hands through his hair; from touching the mouth that had sang her song. She was aware of several people peeking out of their classrooms and watching them, but could only look at him.
Corrin pushed himself up and walked over to her. Just a few steps away. Two steps. He was sure he couldn’t have stopped even if he’d wanted to. Close enough to see the barely-there freckles across her nose, the necklace around her neck, the place where she bit her lip.

“I don’t know your name.”

“Azura,” she breathed quietly. For his ears only.

“Azura,” he repeated slowly. He liked the way it felt on his tongue.

“Azura, I’m Corrin,” he looked her in the eyes. “and I love you.” She gasped when he said it, and he saw his love returned in her eyes just before he kissed her for the first time, the kiss tasting like warmth and all those times he had sung when he was younger and the promise of forever.
A/N: My first fic in years. …Honestly, I’m just hoping this is not *completely* horrible.

amarguerite  asked:


1) fight them or fight for them

Fight for, FOREVER AND ALWAYS. Ahem. SOMETIMES people are wrong about Enjolras and I am personally offended.

2) on a scale of 1-10 how excited do I get when I see them

To be cliche, 11!

3) would i smooch

Ha, I think both of us would rather not, so we could cordially agree not to. But I’d kiss him on the cheek out of sheer emotion, if he’d let me. :D 

4) have I drawn/written about them/should i draw/write about them

….ha. I have written an absurd amount! And have a couple of one/two-shot sort of things planned that I need to get writing. I love him a ridiculous amount. 

5) voice HC if they don’t have a voice already

This is a cool question! I think Enjolras has a really lovely tenor kind of voice that’s not super deep. Kind of goes along with that whole “tremor or a hymn thing” and he speaks quite softly in one on one conversations, but when he’s REALLY angry his voice is cold and DOES go deep and kind of rumbles like thunder. 

Dex is an excellent singer, okay? Like- really, really good. He’s been in choirs since he was a kid. Church, elementary school play he was in the chorus, middle school choir, and in high school he went to all-state competitions and his mother was so proud. But Dex hates singing in front of people. Yes they say he’s good, but is he really? Are they trying to tell him he’s good at something so he stays out of fights or to keep his feelings from being hurt? The people who tell him he does a good job are his family, the people he goes to mass with, teachers who have known his parents since they were in school together. With every compliment comes crippling self- doubt. He’s sung “Silent Night” or “O Holy Night” or “Away in a Manger" at the town Christmas Tree Lighting nearly every year since he was five. It’s a small town, but Dex is GOOD at this- or at least that’s what people tell him- and they ask him every year. He’s only declined twice.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think you could ever do a headcanon of the Pokeani chracters and if they like singing and are good at it or not? (I really like your headcanons and I don't know if it's been asked before...)

Ash. Will sing loud and proud if the occasion calls for it. He’s not terrible, but he’s not great either. At least, his enthusiasm will carry him far.

Misty. Not bad. Her voice is nice but obviously untrained. She can easily be cast in an ensemble part in one of her sisters’ shows, but unless they hired her a voice instructor, she couldn’t be a lead singer.

Brock. He’s like Ash in that he’s not terrible but he’s not great either. He’s like an embarrassing dad. He writes a song about Office Jenny and Nurse Joy once, and it becomes infamous among Ash’s circle of friends; they might ask him to perform it, and he’ll grin and agree.

Gary. Squeak.

May. Talented, and she doesn’t know it. She comes up with a bunch of random, though surprisingly (and annoyingly) catchy tunes about trivial things, and they get stuck in Drew’s head for days, and he gets mad when he catches himself humming them.

Max. Probably tone deaf, let’s be real. It’s a wonder he and May are related. Has ruined family Christmas carols before.

Drew. Surprisingly good, but your chances of ever hearing him sing are slim. May does manage to get him on stage for karaoke once, and they do a great duet and get an enthused applause.

Dawn. Sings in the car a bunch. She’s pleasant to listen to. No friend will ever find themselves cringing if she starts on a tune; in fact, they might remark that she sounds nice.

Paul. No one knows. Has never hummed a melody or said anything in a remotely sing-song voice. Does he even listen to music??? Does he even know what music is??? It’s a mystery. Unconfirmed theory that he may spontaneously combust upon hearing popular dance anthems.

Zoey. Has a warm, husky quality to her voice. She’s hesitant to ever sing, though. But, she might join in if Dawn or Candice are singing along to something she enjoys.

Barry. Singing is akin to screaming. Avoid.

Kenny. You know how your voice is supposed to crack when you go through puberty? That never stopped.

Iris. A plain, but pretty enough voice. She knows a lot of traditional songs from her clan which she’ll sing to herself fine, but if asked to perform (usually by Cilan, who’s excited to hear them), she’ll get nervous and mumble them.

Cilan. A secret international popstar. A lovely tenor sound, probably took voice lessons along with all the other eclectic extra curricular classes he took as a 7-year-old child, including cooking, piano, criminal justice, trains, and ballet.

Burgundy. Will sing when she is drunk and crying.

Georgia. Records Burgundy singing while she is drunk and crying.

Trip. He doesn’t really sing; he speaks the words to songs. Kind of sounds like a car engine.

Serena. Has a very nice voice, but she has little confidence in it. She doesn’t think she sounds good, so she’ll usually stay quiet when others are singing along to things. If she ever does join in, someone might mention how nice she sounds, and it’s a healthy ego boost that encourages her to join in more often.

Clemont. He doesn’t sing himself, but he’s programmed autotuned music capabilities into Clembot (who can also, in fact, do The Robot).

Bonnie. Loves to sing and dance to stuff – and she’s not bad, either! She’s the one who usually encourages Serena to jump in with her.