shinytinyraven

bisexual musician, secretary of the Opera Ghost @theoperaghostsblog

[vessel-eternal]

ICE is in my area. My family and neighbood is full of people who are Hispanic, and I am one of them. They were spotted at the mall three days ago.

My cousins also live in my neighborhood, and I’m so sick and tired of having to look for things like this. I shouldn’t have to track where police and ICE are for the safety of my family and friends.

If you’re in arlington Texas, know that ICE was seen at the Parks mall.

Fuck ICE.

Fuck Trump.

Fuck Ai

Fuck the current socioeconomic state of the United States.

Stay safe y’all.

[shinytinyraven]

Tempo

Presto

swoop:

a text

whoosh:

a night

flash:

a month

entwined in song,

soaring high

in ecstasy

---near the sun.

Moderato

rustle:

of leaves (clothes)

whispers:

secrets felt, unspoken

rumble:

molten, burning, boiling

sticks and stones may break bones

(and words do hurt me)

I bury them with mud

and sculpt a castle therefrom.

Lento

silence:

deafening

gagged:

yielding

reticence;

resignation.

churning,

turning,

swirling,

uncontrollably,

swept up in currents.

further

and further away

further

and further

away....

Al fine. n

[shinytinyraven]

Gillette, 1915

blades:

they erase

they beautify.

skin:

it breaks

it wounds.

winding streaks

of wet crimson

trickle – tröpfel

down my limbs

(the River Styx)

Milady Décolleté

a mere brand,

a mere product.

profit:

it chokes

it cages.

[shinytinyraven]

Post-Reading Haze

Eyes glazed,

heart racing,

a once-full mug of coffee

ringed at the bottom,

cooling beside me.

on the bed I lay,

limbs slack,

entangled

in airy linen sheets.

my breath slows.

something unspoken

caught in my chest:

a familiar pull stirs---

traces of a story

unfolding in me

my body yields

without resistance.

Now I wait,

not ready

for the night to end.

[shinytinyraven]

Clouds

Thick blankets of white

ripple above the plains,

revealing glimpses

of the aquamarine sky

within pockets

of clarity.

Gently, delicately,

they waft through troposphere.

I yearn to taste them.

Would they be sweet---

like cotton candy?

(A childhood fantasy)

Or plain---

like water vapour?

(the scientific answer)

In a world of over-rationalisation,

can we still maintain

a trace of fantasy?

[shinytinyraven]

moth

I saw a dead moth today.

Its frail, lifeless body

flittering at every command of the wind

Its blank, cold eyes

black as the deepest void,

staring back.

Its once-colourful wings

pale and grey as dust.

Yet, by some willpower

that should no longer exist

its grip on the edge of the window

never wavered.

[shinytinyraven]

dream a little dream

the rehearsal passed in a blur.

the conductor yelled.

musicians looked on.

lashes of rain

hammered the moss-covered glass

outside.

I looked for you.

high and low,

over and under

and there you were, in a little room

working on your laptop

as you always had---

a calm consistency.

you were dressed to the nines:

a bowtie, a tailcoat,

a bouquet of a dozen roses.

I knew, with silent certainty,

that they were not mine.

perhaps they were for a partner

in your future.

I did not care.

you held me safe in your arms

as I buried my head into your chest

rocking me back and forth,

whispering

all will be fine.

for that moment, it was.

And I awoke.

[shinytinyraven]

I've been thinking, for some time, to post some of the things I've written.

I would consider them a reflection or a journal of interesting thoughts.

[thecollectibles]

Water Ruins by Anya Jo Elvidge

[ee123sblog]

what's your favorite hobby？

still wired things I drew😅

[ee123sblog]

I am drawing tarot cards about the phantom of the opera in these days😿，I am a little bit disappointed about my composition because I think they are not beautiful enough to be real tarots😿.

[stealingpotatoes]

i know its been a while since it came out but im preeetty sure this is exactly how CATWS ended

(tip jar! // comms status)

[reddieornotiamgay]

Draco Naming Their Kids

Harry: How about...James Sirius?

Draco: Your dad and your uncle?

Harry: Yeah.

Draco: That's sweet, yeah.

Harry: What about...Lily Luna?

Draco: I kind of like the way it flows, honestly.

Harry: I know, what about Albus Severus--

Draco: *smacks Harry upside the head*

Draco: Are you out of your damn mind?

Draco: One man raised you to die and the other one bullied you for seven years.

Draco: He creeped on your mom.

Draco: He stepped over her husband, ignored her crying son, and held her body when she never wanted anything to do with him in life.

Draco: He never heard of shampoo or conditioner.

Harry: But he--

Draco: *smacks him upside the head again*

Draco: His name is Remus Arthur Potter.

Draco: We're naming him after the two men who actually cared for you like a son, not a pawn.

Draco: You idiot.

Harry:

Harry:

Harry: Okay.

James in Heaven: Okay, I change my mind, I like him.

[lesbian-space-fish]

Don’t touch him he’s stalkin a broad

[guy-cordyceps]

my controversial poto book opinion is that erik was gay but had been socialized to believe wife=happiness. he did love christine, but it was never in a sexual way in the book. he says himself he wants a wife to walk with on sundays, because that’s what he has seen other men do and something must be working. i think he loved christine platonically and cared for her deeply, but i do think he harbored sexual feelings for someone else. this is where the daroga comes in

[theoperaghostsblog]

Introduction

After some encouragement from Christine and much nagging from the Daroga, I have decided to create a blog.

I will be posting my favourite music and inspirations from time to time, to keep me entertained in my home under my Opera House.

Questions are welcome. None about the mask, please.

🕯️ Erik is still very hung up on Christine, although they are friends for now. He is not ready to pursue any other romantic relationship 🕯️

Secretary @shinytinyraven

[shinytinyraven]

Although I have done a few romantic RP messages or replies, I realised that I don't feel entirely comfortable with it.

Please understand if I don't reply to certain prompts or messages that are out of my comfort zone, or if I don't reply them in a romantic manner as expected. Thank you.

~shinyraven, secretary of the Opera Ghost

[the-forgotten-girl]

@theoperaghostsblog

Maggie was currently in Hannibal when Carlotta quits, someone said Maggie could sing it but was too nervous but she did it anyway and after her performance, she puts on her nightgown till she hear a voice calling her “Erik, is that you?” She asked with such curiosity in her tone, could Erik be Maggie’s new angel of music, or is it just her mind tricking her..?

[theoperaghostsblog]

"Bravi, bravi, bravissimi!" sang Erik from the secret passageway that lead to the dressing room.

"You, my pupil, were perfect. Now come to me: your angel of music!"

With a slight push of the mirror, Erik revealed himself to Maggie.

[the-forgotten-girl]

She slowly walked toward Erik, hypnotized by his voice

[shinytinyraven]

Once more, like he had always done, Erik took Maggie's hand in his, pulling her into the passageway, and into his lair.