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[peoplesing]

@inbox5 liked for a starter from mina murray.

the paris opera was everything she had anticipated, and so much more. the westenra family had spared no expense on this trip. lucy, dearest lucy, of course requested that mina must come too, for she would surely die without her presence. that, it would seem, was subjective: mina has long since lost sight of lucy once the show had ended. much to mina's dismay, even after conducting several searches of the vast halls, she was still nowhere to be seen.

mina sighs to no one but herself, a pause taken to lean against the wall. one hand plants there while the other, as she reaches down, works to untie the laces holding her boots together. she manages to loosen them both within a few moments, and she feels small relief for her sore feet. it was late, and the people were dwindling, surely no one would notice at a glance that she was holding her shoes rather than wearing them?

at long last she takes them off, pulling each one off with one swift motion. both of them land with a thump, and she wiggles her toes in her stockings, feeling better already at the coolness of the floor.

i still have to find lucy, she thinks dismally, a little more than frustrated at her friend's flightiness. where on earth could she have possibly gone? no doubt with a new acquaintance!

mina senses motion in the darkness, with only the slightest noise accompanying it, like silk brushing against silk. her eyes, now a little wide, scan the empty room once more. she finds nothing. at least, at first. mina has a logical mind, though she is still intrigued by the rumors of the ghost that haunts the palais garnier. if all rooms were as vast, as empty, as black as pitch as this one, she could see why such a tale would transpire. the walls were open, yet all too tight and enclosing.

❝ goodness, mina, you think such strange things! ❞ she lightly scolds herself, picking up her boots and turning to deposit herself in a nearby chair. she lands with a huff, and sets her boots down on the floor by her feet. she sinks into the chair eagerly, having had to sit perfectly straight for the performance itself.

❝ i do hope lucy hasn't gotten into trouble... ❞

[inbox5-blog1]

What do you call very bad vocals only harmonized? A-crapella! 

[gooselord]

Raoul de Chagny has incurable bitch disease

It’s true though

[noblehcart]

‘   you kept your promise. you set me free. now i can do the same for you.  ‘ @ christine *wink*

@inbox5

"erik," what did he mean? what did he mean by that? he had gone and come back. the scorpion had been turned. their fates were sealed. to save them all she'd do this for poor unhappy erik. the longer she stayed below with him the more the realization settled in her chest. one turn would save erik, and it would save raoul and the persian. the matter of the water was solved. they were all alive.

she felt his eyes on her waiting for her to cease doing that very thing. maybe she did cease living in the world above and had charged herself with that below. what did that matter? they were alive. all of them with the opera safe above without a hint of awareness of what nearly became the destruction of paris' pinnacle of opera. no.

-what did he mean now? they were engaged. he said so as much. he had kissed her and she returned it with their shared baptismal of tears. and then....

-then he placed the gold band into her hand and said the words that birthed hope and pain in her chest. freedom -now? live above and without him? what would become of him now? what sort of life would he live now after all that has passed between them after knowing one another to the depths of one can know a soul. his was dark and lovely like the night. and terribly lonely as the night always is. she didn't know why she was crying (hope? fear? sorrow?) aside from the whisper in her soul that this would be the last she'd ever see of him alive. "what is it that you mean by freedom?"

[cagesings]

 the  sound  of  her  own  song  has  become  the  only  thing  preserving  her  sanity.  that,  and  the  thought  that  she  will  be  marrying  anthony  (  on  sunday,  on  sunday  ).  behind  her  are  echoes  of  the  other  patients.  screeching  for  the  police,  prayers,  sobs.  johanna's  birds  are  across  the  city,  she  does  not  have  them  to  sing  to,  so  the  nigh  becomes  her  audience.  something  to  keep  her  from  going  as  mad  as  all  of  the  other  women  inside  these  bars.  the  sound  of  a  another  voice  is  no  surprise  --  until  she  realizes  it  is  the  voice  of  a  man,  from  outside  the  window.  she  flinches  away  from  the  bars,  though  readjusts  herself  to  look  towards  the  rest  of  the  city.  ❝  are  you  a  ghost  then?  ❞  everyone  else  seems  to  have  been  visited  by  ghosts;  why  is  she  any  different?  ❝  you  should  not  be  here,  sir.  i  advise  you  against  it.  ❞

@ycllowhaired / to anyone in the streets he was but a shadow in the night. walking from roof to roof, jumping like a cat - fast as wind, cape twirling as the wind wished it to. until a sound stopped him. a voice of a woman, a girl in fact, so far away but still loud enough for erik to hear. and then he looked over, moved by unknown curiosity, seeing a white shape ( just barely ) by the window, staring at the horizon. he hid, as he usually did when facing humanity - and opened his mouth, forcing voice to fly next to her ear in a whisper. ❝ why talk to yourself so late at night, mademoiselle? or perhaps are you talking to ghosts? ❞ 

[sopranique]

this blog is under hiatus . find me on @inbox5 ;)

[twistedcveryway]

What Brand of Stupid Are You?

Smart Until Infected With Stupid You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.

tagged by: @inbox5 & @viictorvandort tagging: @delanuit @coristories @fantomexnoir @walkingshcdow (multis, it's muse of your choice)

[askangeldaae]

Hi it’s me, back again..

I have a bit of a snag I’ve ran into with this blog and returning to it.

As I said before, this was made along with my ex’s Erik blog (@/inbox5) for us to have some fun together.

It’s hard trying to.. figure out where to go from here with that. I don’t want to delete everything because I do love all the things I have previously written here, and that would mean a blank slate. 

Because people will ask “lol arent you running off with erik” to my character and I don’t think I can really continue that narrative. Idk. 

I would truly love some advice on this, dear friends, if you are still around.

Kind regards,

Mlle. Christine (the one who gets to type and be poetic)

[gooselord]

@the-angel-of-musicals @inbox5

Erik is that you?

[ask-mothergiry]

@inbox5 and @the-angel-of-musicals storming Area 51

[inbox5-blog1]

As your friend, I cannot allow you to have uneventful days. *Grabs his arms* c'mon, we’re gonna build a fort. I don’t care if it’s childish, I wanna build a fort.

Build a fort? My friend, that’s an endeavor that could last months. I could draw the blueprints, of course, but how could we even get the required materials? I trust you have a plan for it, of course

[gooselord]

@inbox5 @the-angel-of-musicals

*grumbles as I attempt to drag the new mirror outside*

Stupid mirror*grumble*wait til I*grumble*not a replacement*grumble*never should have*grumble*gonna be single my whole life*grumble*7 years bad luck*grumble*

*manages to get it out of my bed room*

[gooselord]

@the-angel-of-musicals @inbox5

How to sum up Phantom of the Opera:

Nadir: ERIK, NO!

Erik: ERIK, YES!!!

Christine: ANGEL, NO!

Erik: ANGEL, YES!!!

Everyone: PHANTOM, NO!

Erik: PHANTOM, YES!!!

[x-avantgarde-x]

Movie game.

Attach 10 gifs from your favourite movies without naming them and then tag 10 people.

Thanks @inbox5 for the tag ʕ •���•ʔ

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(I just realized how varied my taste in movies is, dear lord :o.)

@marliagu @bro-kxy @chiefqueenenthusiast @thevirus35 @sebastianshoe @devilamb @astatinetea @whatdidusayaboutsnape @isidar-mithrim @nievazki

[mystifyingoracle04]

FREE CHLEBS

Take one and be happy

(Credit for this meme goes to inbox5)

[tesserphantom]

Movie Game (2nd time)

I’ve done this once, but I’m going to do it again. This time with different movies

Tagged by @inbox5

Attach 10 gifs from 10 of your favourite movies without naming them, and then tag 10 people.

If you want to do this, go ahead. I’m just not going to tag anyone...