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ancient greek lesbian ladies

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woman listens to song she used to love when she was fifteen 10 dead 20 injured 

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the LORE!

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all those edgelord grimdark fantasy writers never understood Tolkien and the whole “yeah there is a lot of darkness and suffering but ALSO HOPE” thing

in any other story, merry would have died in battle or pippin in minas tirith, or frodo would have fallen or sam killed by gollum but tolkien, after facing losses in real life, said: no, this time they live. this time, they all get to live. in a way, the lord of the rings is a love letter to dead soldiers.

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Victor would be CELEBRATING

Tired: finding a sealed tomb from Egypt or some other non white culture and declaring it cursed

Wired: doing the same for the catholics

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Malenia while waiting for the Tarnished to come back and try again after the last ragequit

im obsessed with self improvement *continues to rot*

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Anyways. What’s the best soup? If you say cream of mushroom or French onion I’m blocking you

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this is about Carlo and Alvaro right

fellas is it gay to pick up the “get better and come back so i can fucking kill you” convo a year later with “im glad you heald up so i can fucking kill you now” without missing a fucking beat

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They understood the assignment

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very true!

This production works so well partially because of the beautiful and elegant staging and partially because Dima was really born for this role, and he has amazing chemistry with Fleming. I’m aroace but this opera really makes me GET it, ya know?

also it’s a genius move to not have a break after the duel (the ROH staging also did this but it wasn’t nearly as good)

There's nothing like That Production (Met Opera 2007) of Eugene Onegin to make me completely lose my mind as it shows the change Onegin goes through when seeing Tatiana again in act 3.

Especially after the brutal transition from act 2 - Onegin shows traces of emotion when Lensky is confirmed dead, but as his corpse is carried off, Onegin immediately slaps on his mask of no emotion (with the almost on-the-nose hand washing during the polonaise).

Onegin is not heartless or emotionless - he has feelings, but in his cynicism he has buried them deep and hidden them behind a mask of coldness. That's Onegin of act 1 and 2, and only the most skilled actors can pull it off - an Onegin that skillfully pretends to be above emotion, yet sometimes glimpses of feelings can be seen.

And now, act 3: he's behind his ice cold mask, as he sets off on his travels. What choice does he have? To remove the mask, he must confront his feelings - he's killed his friend, over a trick he played to alleviate his boredom - no-one wants to face that. It's easier to leave, to forget...

But there's no place on Earth he can escape from his boredom, or the haunted memory of his friend, so he's back in Saint Petersburg... And who does he meet there?

(insert quote: Arioso of Onegin “Uzhel ta samaja Tatiana”)

He loses control - the ice cold mask is ripped off. That smile, as he is reintroduced to Tatiana - the first time we see him smiling without a hint of mockery or smugness! See how he looks at her, starry eyed!

He is struck to the core! (as is I, the audience)

Увы, сомнения нет - влюблён я!

I have yet to see an Onegin more convincing. There's no take more lukewarm than saying that Dmitri Hvorostovsky is the best Onegin - simply because it's true. I've seen this opera so many times in so many productions, and in order to Get It, one must believe that Onegin has completely fallen for Tatiana only after a glance - and boy do I believe it when Hvorostovsky performs it!

(and all this without even considering the final scene!)

Act 3 Onegin is emotional - even more so in contrast to the smug and cynical Onegin of act 1 and 2 - and as performed by Hvorostovsky in this production (the scene at the ball completely destroys me!), truly tragic.

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I mean. A hypothetical Victorian Child(TM) probably already has consumption or some other Mysterious 19th Century Disease The Author Decided To Be Vague About.

We always talk about giving a Victorian child a Cheeto Puff or Gatorade, but what about music? If I traveled back in time and blasted God Race by Metaroom they would absolutely perish.

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may revive this as a secondary blog

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I finally got bothered enough to remember which email I used for this blog so now links are visible and the colour scheme looks good

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made a pretty big uquiz to distract myself and escape responsibilities

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~~Just little Valvert things~~

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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*Armoured Knight boss battle music starts as soon as you step on the bridge*

Window to the World, Ohio