#2021 in opera

[forestfolke]

customary late december redraw of the first chell i posted back in 2019 :-P

[nabaath-areng]

" How cruel to a broken heart like mine. "

[widevibratobitch]

two minutes into the duet and he gives you this look

[monotonous-minutia]

5 seconds into my rewatch and I'm already crying

[vera-dauriac]

Fucking hell, I just want to watch a normal ass opera, and I keep pressing play on the dumbest fucking shit, and istg, I'm just going to keep watching the same two dozen opera productions over and over and over and spare myself this absolute nonsense.

[victusinveritas]

Corrino- The Bene Gesserit Opera

[elv--eyera]

[ohmywhatamarvoloustune]

Watched Dune Part One And Part Two one after the other. Do suggest. One after another. Changed me as a person. Everything sci fi and space opera can be. Just so much to chew on and think about. (American epic science fiction film directed and co-produced by Denis Villeneuve, who co-wrote the screenplay with Jon Spaihts, and Eric Roth.) Obsessed and will be obsessed with it again.

[richardarmitagefanpage]

Two years ago today, Richard shared a selfie of himself in front of the Royal Opera House in London, UK.

[fatedxdestiny]

[space-outlaw-jin]

..damnit,i liked this lady

[snabulous]

below the cut is a hint of the meg/christine fanfic i've been working on for a million years. none of it is edited or revised at all, so it's pretty rough! it's a fake dating college AU, i hope y'all like it ;)

In the morning, Christine woke up with a headache. Meg felt fine, but she listened to Christine complain and offered to bring her something back from the dining hall for breakfast. When she returned, a styrofoam container of scrambled eggs, greasy sausage links, and slightly undercooked pancakes cooling in her hand, Christine had showered and was tending to her curls.

Sitting in the window with her hair tossed over her shoulder and a placid look on her face, Meg thought Christine looked like a painting. When Christine looked up and smiled at Meg and her gift of crappy dining hall food, Meg felt then, with a sharp feeling in her heart, that she looked more like a dream. Oh, Christine…

.

.

They spent the day in their dorm working on homework. Meg charted out the blocking for a new dance piece she was choreographing for a class, imagining what the moves would look like in a big open space. She could even almost hear the sound of the imaginary dancer’s feet hitting the ground after every leap and spin.

Christine used to be a dancer, too. Before she found something better in singing, that is. She had been a gorgeous ballerina, her body forming graceful flowing lines that looked effortless. Meg sometimes missed ballerina Christine, just because they were like twin flames, rising to meet each other and giving off the same light. But the Christine Meg knew now was even brighter as a singer, and they played off each other in a way Meg couldn’t have understood if Christine had remained a dancer.

Still, sometimes it felt like Meg was choreographing with Christine in mind, imagining the way her body would form each move, the lines and the curves. It was how Meg felt now, seeing Christine pirouetting daintily across the darkened stage of her mind, plotting each step the moment before her satin-shoed toes landed them.

“Meg.”

Like breaking the surface of water, Meg came back to reality. “Huh?”

“I asked if you would read this paragraph and tell me if it makes sense.” Christine held her laptop over her head to hand it to Meg from the floor.

Meg took it. “I don’t know why you’re asking me,” she said. “You know I’m terrible at writing.”

“Yeah, but you’re not terrible at reading.”

As Meg read her work, Christine grabbed Meg’s sheet to look over her choreography.

Christine hummed. “I like this. The series of steps right here,” she pointed to a set halfway through, “is going to be gorgeous.”

“It’s not done yet,” Meg said, snatching the papers out of her hands and hoping she wasn’t blushing.

She turned around on the floor to face Meg. “I can’t wait to see you dance it. It’ll be beautiful.”

Now Meg knew she was blushing. It felt so hot all of a sudden. She grumbled out a thanks and pushed Christine’s laptop back to her. “It sounds fine. Are you going to clarify the part about the leitmotif in the next paragraph, though? There wasn’t anything about it in the paragraph before, so it kind of felt like it came out of nowhere.”

Christine reread her work. “You’re right. I’ll add a little intro in the paragraph before, but I’m going to keep talking about it in the next part.”

“As long as you do that, it’s perfect,” Meg responded, shuffling back into her working position.

Christine, however, snapped her laptop shut. “I’m done for today.”

“We’ve only been working for like an hour,” Meg said, shooting her a quizzical look.

“And it’s been the longest hour of my life.” Christine rolled to her knees and stood, stretching. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Meg looked at her half-finished homework. Well… this choreo wasn’t technically due until Wednesday. So she had time.

[woolblossom-archive]

redraw <3

[just-gay-thoughts]

Finding out minnie driver has been behind some of my favorite roles is just proof of how much of an icon she is

[accordionplayingrat]

I have two sides

[maranello]

cancelled my f1tv subscription I think I will put that money to berliner philharmoniker’s digital concert hall instead