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utter paranoia.

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funniest part of dracula is 100% Mina inheriting her friend's polycule after she dies. like these three random himbos (or two himbos + jack seward if you want to slice it that way) just collectively announce they'll follow her to the ends of the earth after going through some spooky stuff together and she's like "damn ok, i already have a loving husband but i guess it's what Lucy would want"

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a twink is essential to a captivating piece of literature

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grief blinds

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I am fascinated--fascinated, I tell you--by Meredith Braun's Christine.

When she hears Erik congratulate her after Think of Me, she starts off looking terrified...

And then something just... comes over her. Something absolutely manic and excited

Then there's the first lair...

She seems dismayed when Raoul's telling her that it was all just a dream, almost as if she doesn't want to hear that

And don't even get me started on Ponr

(Shout out to Scott Davies' immaculate Phantom Hands there)

I've never seen any Christine who so clearly decided to interpret Christine as equal parts scared AND horny. That kind of balance is very rare.

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Vampires are by nature creatures of deep sensuality. Their origins in literature can be primarily traced back to Carmilla (a story where vampirism is used as a metaphor for homosexuality) and Dracula (a work that reflects the xenophobia of the later Victorian era and forbidden desire). They were literally created to be alluring in a creepy way. Hence I struggle to comprehend why there’s people shocked by the fact that the new Nosferatu is rooted in eroticism.

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Literally Erik.

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Reblog and name your voice crushes in the tags (i.e. irl people or fictional characters whose voices you find just irresistibly attractive)

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In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

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Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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Can you do something for me, please?

I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship. 

Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another. 

Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and I’m beginning to get sick of it. 

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

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You know

I don't have a lot positive to say about the re-staged version of the ALW musical.

But I will admit I do kind of like the fact that Raoul barges into Christine's dressing room as she's undressing.

I like this because, on the surface its very ha ha, so awkward uwu, but it also highlights how very scandalous this very action is.

In 19th century theatre culture (especially in France) there's only one reason a man (the patron of the Opera, who is the main financial backer of the establishment) goes into a singer's dressing room with a bottle of champagne. Whether that is Raoul's intention doesn't matter: he's a man of society, he's the responsible one here, or he should be.

But setting that aside, this really makes me think about how Raoul is never thinking about Christine in a circumspect fashion. He is not thinking about the fact that this is a private area he is entering uninvited--a private area that is private for the very specific reason: at any point, Christine could very well be naked or otherwise in a state of vulnerability and/or undress behind that door. He does not knock, or announce himself. He either is not thinking about this or does not care. Both are bad.

(And yes I am conscious of the fact that Christine is not only undressing, but undressing in front of the mirror; the mirror that Erik is, in all likelihood, hiding behind, even as she does so).

To Raoul, as much as (perhaps even more so than) to Erik, Christine is an object. An object to be, by turns, admired, pitied, placated and protected.

Perhaps I find this so interesting because in the book, Raoul is shown to invade the sanctum samctorum of Christine's dressing room without her knowledge or consent several times.

"When you were pitying him the other night, the night of the masked ball. When you came into your dressing room, didn't you say 'Poor Erik'? Well Christine, there was Poor Raoul who overheard you!"

"That is the second time you have listened at my door, M. de Chagny!"

"I was not at your door! I was in the dressing room! In your boudoir, mademoiselle!"

An interesting contrast to Erik, who, in spite of abducting Christine, holding her against her will etc. always knocks three times on her door before entering her bedroom in the house by the lake, and gives her his word that in that apartment and in her dressing room she is assured of privacy from him.

"How can you believe yourself safer here in the theatre?" Raoul asked. "If you can hear him through the walls, then he can certainly hear us."

"No. He gave me his word that he would not be behind the walls of my dressing room again, and I trust Erik's word. My dressing room and my room in the house by the lake are mine exclusively, and are sacred to him.

Also very interesting to me is that on my fourth read of various English translations of the book [1911, 1911 restored, 1990 Lowell Bair, and 1996 Leonard Wolf] there is never any indication that I've noticed that Christine's mirror is two-way glass. It does not slide to the side as depicted in movies/ the musical. The mirror is built into the wall itself and turns with the wall on a pivot like a revolving door. There is never any mention of him looking at her through the mirror, only listening and speaking to her through her walls.

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“Seeing from his violent demeanor that he was English” is the most Irish thing Bram Stoker ever said.

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i just reread the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde in its entirety in forty-five minutes and thirty-nine seconds instead of reading my book i have to read for school before the beginning of the first semester. i have no regrets…. for now.