it's immensely funny to me how andrew lloyd webber read this passage from the book and was like yeah the journey down to the phantom's lair is this really breathtaking magical gondola ride where christine is just captivated by the strange and fantastical beauty of it all (see below)
when in the novel they're both like in a rowboat in the dark with christine scared out of her mind and confused as hell while erik is paddling like he's out for an extreme day of fishing and just staring christine down for the entire duration of the journey without blinking once . like mind you his eyes quite literally GLOW in the DARK and he's just fucking staring into her soul and silently rowing and probably not even breathing like
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Abducting her lover and taking him to an abandoned church where I slit his throat over the alter like a sacrificial lamb and force her to watch as I remove his heart
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I'm not sure if you're still doing this, but is there any chance you'd draw Gaara for me? Thank you in advance
It's his birthday! 👍✨️
Gaara!
4 of 10 birthday requests!
Ask box open, submit your fav(s)!
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majora’s mask from the point of view of someone living in termina is so funny. POV a weirdo kid you’ve never met seems to know everything about you and somehow manages to solve all your problems in 3 days despite having never talked to you. and then he fights the moon and you have a big party
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If you’re a fan. DO NOT SPOIL in the reblogs or comments
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In My Bedroom
David Huggins
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thinking about mulder and scully and how gentle he was with her when she was lying there in the hospital dying. he walked into the room with a wide grin and held her hand and kissed her cheek, and spoke to her in hushed, conspiratorial tones, and everything was life or death but it was so quiet, so unimportant, as he sat by her side and looked at her. mulder looked as happy as he’d ever been, sitting there with her, and it wasn’t because he was; he wasn’t. he knew that she was dying, that they were coming upon the moment when she was no longer going to be with him sooner rather than later, and he was crushed by the weight of it, by the impossibility of it. when he came to see her again and she was sleeping, looking pallid and defeated, he slumped against her bed and cried on his knees in the dark—quiet, body wracking sobs she never knew about, because he never wanted her to know how weak her being weak made him. with the weight of impending death, mulder gave scully the most of life, all that he wished she could’ve received but hadn’t: that coddling, that affection, the beautiful mundaneness of domestic bliss. he listened to her—really listened to her. and he really loved her, loved her like a husband, or a boyfriend, loved her the way a better man would’ve.
and then when scully got better, when the cloud of death evaporated and she appeared before him with color in her cheeks and flirtation on her tongue, he took it back. gone were the days of all that soft love and affection and back was the mulder and scully of old. he sidetracked their team bonding workshop, pointedly ignored the glaring fact that scully agreed he needed to work on his communication, and got them stranded in the depths of the floridian forest. even better, he let her coddle him, let her hold him close to her chest and made her sing him a song as they shivered through the night and watched out for monsters that could kill them, because he couldn’t handle it. the idea of being anything to scully other than what he had been before — a nuisance, a challenge, a partner — terrified him so badly he went into overdrive trying to reinforce those uncomplicated roles again. it wasn’t that he didn’t love her. he did — he loved her to the point of insanity, to the point of self destruction (something she so worried about). he just didn’t know how to love scully when it wasn’t dire. he loved her so much that he could not stand the idea of failing her with anything inadequate and half baked. he was glad to give it to her when it was dire, but when it came to life long devotion, he needed a few more years.
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I know I keep posting about Solomon, but the Devilgram "Solomon Takes The Train" got even better :
So basically....
Solomon : I get unbearably jealous whenever I see you with anyone else, especially those brothers. I selfishly want to keep you all to myself forever.
MC : So you wanna bang, or..??
Solomon : Since you're offering, I definitely won't say no~
In all seriousness, I am a HUGE sucker for any kind of content that even hints at the tiniest signs of yandere tendencies (such as jealousy, possessiveness, etc.)
Plus I have my reasons for loving Solomon. I'll always love the brothers more than anything, but my love for Solomon has grown exponentially deeper.
So moments like this are very much welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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