AMAZING NEWS!!! Phantom 25 is playing in theatres...
hpphans: maggiesworlds: had to wake my sister up and tell her the news! SO EXCITED!!! Love Never Dies will be playing on may 23rd!! You know what that means???… SURROUND SOUND AND LARGE IMAGES of ramin, sierra, joj, colm wilkinson, michael crawford!, sarah brightman, hadley, earl, killian, WENDY FERGUSON!!!, gareth snook! damn i am excited!! WAIT WHAT OMG YES YES YES YES YES...
theatomicboom: this line always makes me laugh: like, of course your dad didn’t strut harry he pranced
sarahshobbitholeintheshire asked: You've officially made me a fan of the Piano Guys. I love you. :D Just wondering if you've ever heard of Trans-Siberian Orchestra? I feel like they'd create things that Erik would enjoy if he were alive today.
salutationtothestars asked: WOMAN I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU.
editoress asked: When looking at how you draw Erik, I've always heard a younger and slightly higher-pitched variation of Christopher Lee's voice. Now I'm torn between that and the Richard E Grant fellow. Curses.
Sans Titre est un court-métrage français réalisé par David Rousseau et Valéry Schatz. Je l’ai regardé il y a quelques semaines, et je ne peux pas m’empêcher d’y penser. Sans Titre is a French short film directed by David Rousseau and Valéry Schatz. I watched it a few weeks ago, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
vondell-swain: a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into HARRY, STOP SCREAMING IN AGONY IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS BECAUSE YOUR SCAR HURTS.
Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.– Oscar Wilde
darthxerik: aazelma: rememberthatloveneverdies: upandover-cloverclover: llcooljofficial: no wonder foreigners don’t like americans i mean our mascot looks like the bird form of a douchebag who takes gym class too seriously ROFL.
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Study suggests thinking in a foreign language...
Pensez-vous Francais? Thinking in a foreign language ‘leads to more rational decision making’
Lestat: She’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Akasha. We were best...– lionh3arted-girl (via wildwolfwoman) ROFL. I am dying over here. “Oh, my GOSH, Lestat, you can’t just ask people why they’re headless.”
Devil Take the Hindmost : Cliff Notes Version
Raoul: If you think you're going to force my trophy wife into another creepy tryst with you, then you've got another thing coming, buddy.
Erik: Your wife is an airhead and so I may manipulate her however I please. Also, you are drunk.
Raoul: Yeah? Well, you're ugly.
Erik: You're broke.
Raoul: You're REALLY ugly.
Erik: You have no testicles.
Raoul: Every time I look at you, I throw up in my mouth a little.
Erik: Yes, but YOU are broke. I on the other hand, am conveniently and mysteriously wealthy despite the fact that a masked criminal showcasing his madness in such a flamboyantly French way would, under any other circumstances, attract the attention of the NYPD, who would, in turn, seize his assets and toss him in the loony bin. But alas, I am wealthy, and you are not. This puts me in a convenient position to further this turd of a plot by making a bet with you that could potentially resolve your debts.
Raoul: Hmm...well, I do like making bets. Because I have no testicles.
Erik: Here goes: How about we both diminish the emotional profundity of one of the greatest love stories ever told by using your wife as a bargaining chip in order to determine who gets prime Christine-banging privileges? If I lose, I will pay your debts. If I win, my Christine-banging privileges will commence immediately.
Raoul: Psh, eff that, man, I've already got prime Christine-banging privileges. We've got a KID. So I pretty much win already.
Erik: Yeah, no. No, you don't. Because I did the diddly with her first.
Raoul: What's that supposed to mean?
Erik: It means the Music of the Night was a little more musical than you thought.
Erik: Let's just think about this for a moment: Your son is intelligent. You cannot tell a rock from a turtle. Your son is a musical prodigy. You carry a tune as well as Ke$ha during Mardi Gras. Your son is persistently creepy not unlike a certain freakish yet inexplicably alluring misanthrope who may or may not be standing in front of you at this very moment. You, on the other hand, are about as alluring as Wonder Bread.
Raoul: What the hell are you TALKING about?
Erik: The kid's mine.
Raoul: Is not!
Erik: Is, too.
Raoul: Is not!
Erik: Is, too.
Raoul: Fine! Rather than acknowledge the painfully obvious fact that the fruit of Christine's loins is actually your ten-year-old possibly homosexual doppelganger, I'm going to take your bet and once again reduce Christine to the status of a bauble.
Erik: And I will reduce my legendary, redeeming love for Christine to nothing but raw, funky libido. Of which you know nothing.
Because you have no testicles.
Bizarre Victorian fact of the day...
vicfangirlguide: Before effective mechanical lawnmowers were invented in the 1830s lawns would have to be cut by hand. On country house estates teams of men would get up at 4 o’clock in the morning to cut the lawns with scythes - at this time the grass was still wet with dew and easier to cut.
Miyuki Hatoyama, wife of Japan’s Prime Minister-elect, Yukio Hatoyama, is a...– The Independent (via salutationtothestars)