backstageingenue:

dasperfume:

wewilloncemorebewhole:

lerenien-sei:

I’m currently in a very bad mood; exam is killing my nerves and personal + himi stuff too. So I putted on the Phantom of the Opera-music and looked through my PotO-artcollection, which always reminds me how awesome japanese fanart is. Japanese fanarts makes the impossible possible.

Look how fluffy thiiiiiiiiiis is.

Especially the one with Erik and Christine being outside. At a bright day. Without cape or anything else. I guess Erik would never ever do that. 

But why is it still so cute?  

Pictures by: http://arabagi.net/

I guess I just died…. ooooooooh my god!! Those are amazing!!! I love them!! <3

Most of them are E/C goodness but still be my fav at all…

Oh, my God, these are so beautiful! I love them all!!

castielbow:

Okay I’m just gonna repost this so it can be in the tags and so that my followers can reply to it

mllelanoire:

unpopular opinion about phantom oops

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DINGDINGDING WE HAVE A WINNER

From the point of view of someone who’s read the book several times, seen…

I think Erik lost Christine’s affection the moment he reviled himself. I think that was the moment she realized who he was. All those ghost stories were true. Every death. Every threating note. It was all him. He was no Angel, nor was he the ghost of her father. Their entire relationship was built upon lies and deceit.
If there was ever a chance of any kind of relationship (platonic, romantic, etc.) It died the moment he took her. I think the only emotion she could feel for him was pity.

On that note, I don’t think any of these phanpic writers ever focuses on the fact that Erik was stark raving mad. Anyone who has ever read the books could clearly see this. All the years of physical and mental abuse, along with decades of solitude resulted in a man that was a shell of himself.
I believe that Erik’s notion of love was him filling the emptiness with someone who could be naive enough to believe that he was something much greater than he was. A small girl who had been told stories of magic and love would be drawn to the idea of a heavenly being calling to her. Who’s to think that he had not attempted contact before? Maybe she was the only one who didn’t run away in fear. He attached to her and couldn’t let go. Someone, a real person, was reaching out to him for guidance and support. To feel so important in someones life would be just the hold he needed.

In short Erik was a raving lunatic who fabricated their relationship beyond what it ever could have been. Those who write otherwise are hopeful romantics. (Not that I don’t enjoy reading them)

I was at a skating rink with my friend Erica.  We were skating around, cashing each other, and a security officer skates up and tells me that in all my running I had cut some chicks lip open and I needed to fill out on incident report.  I sat at the edge of the rink, which was on a raised platform, and began the report. 

As I was doing that the rink began to move and the Overture for Phantom began to play.  I hopped off the platform, but then hopped back on and rode the platform until it was above the stage.

I sat there for a moment until the show started and then hopped down, and began to try to sneak out.  Someone called out “Hey, where are you going?”  I turned and saw the Phantom standing behind me.  “Our you the understudy for Christie?”  He asked.

Before I could answer, I woke up!  And it’s not one of those days where I could roll over and finish the dream, I have to get up for work.  Damn you skating rink!  If you weren’t part of my dream I might have been able to finish it!

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