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Anyways I finally watched Phantom of the Opera for the first time when it was available for streaming this weekend! I’ve absolutely fallen in love with it, from Webber’s music, the phenomenal performances, and the stage design. Can’t stop thinking about Ramin Karimloo’s and Sierra Boggess’ performances especially!
Playing love songs turns serious.
”Kuss mich Liebster.” Love couple, vintage postcard, 1920.
Actually used this one as a reference for a drawing I did last year and never posted <3 VERY E/C vibes.
“Ode to Joy”
~ opera singer Christine Nilsson in the role of ‘Queen of the Night’, 1880, by Pierre Petit
Some trans knights I made for pride. I did order these as stickers but I have not heard from my manu yet, it has been two weeks, don't make me send you a follow up e-mail, I am bad at this Q_Q
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron (1812/1818)
Stranger than you dreamt it
Can you even dare to look
Or bear to think of me?
This loathsome gargoyle
Who burns in hell
But secretly
Yearns for heaven
thinking about how Raoul was probably left in the dungeon beneath the 5th cellar for like an hour AT MOST (which he likely wasn't even conscious for a majority of) and STILL carved his initials into the wall
I have a half-baked theory that Erik knew on some subconscious level he was dying in the novel longer than we're led to think. That may be partly why he latched onto the idea of Christine so fervently as his last chance at happiness. It could also be why he was so willing to blow up himself and Paris into smithereens; a kind of "fuck it, I'm dying anyway" move.
Even his waxing poetic about wanting to live like a normal man with a wife he could take out on Sundays could be just that, a want, not something he thought he could actually achieve. Yet because he's so far gone in his insanity -- perhaps fueled by his fatal illness -- that reality doesn't matter anymore, and he just wants Christine with him at the very end of his life.
I don't know. Like I said, this is a half-baked theory. I could easily be convinced otherwise.
"BEAUTIFULLY HANDCUFFED BRIDE" NOELIA TOWERS // 2023 [oil on canvas | 30 x 30"]
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No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Yearning for my angel of music
pining is 100000% the most important aspect of pre-relationship fic for me. good-natured whole-hearted pining filled with lovelorn gazing and chest aching and fluttering touches, that’s my top priority. i was put on this earth to watch characters suffer over the profundity of their love for another person. unrequited love is why god made me. characters finding out that their feelings are reciprocated after long months/years of suffering is why the universe was assembled from nothingness. amen.