Someone Tell Me Why I Was Singing Jolene But Instead Of Jolene My Brain Replaced It With Georgie

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Costume Appreciation: Christine Daaé in The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

it’s so frustrating when your fic ideas are bigger than your writing abilities 

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somebody HELP i cannot stop imagining HL characters in phantom of the opera

• sebastian as the phantom (for obvious reasons, sorry queen)

• f!MC as christine (sing for me, baby)

• not sure if i prefer ominis or garreth as raoul, i love ominis but i’m not certain i want to put that sweet boy through any more trauma

• IMAGINE natty as meg, and prof. onai as madam giry

i could probably go on but i won’t for now :)

“no grave can hold my body down. i’ll crawl home to her” …. yea …. that. that or Nothing

Just a little tiny gale headcanon as a treat.

I think a lot about counterspell in particular. Like, the idea of Gale standing across the battlefield and sensing a crackling shift in the weave as he’s surrounded by his own adversaries.

But as enemies close in on him he finds the source of the shift, the wild tangle of that magic coalescing into something with murderous intent.

He whips his head around and sees you first, careening toward an enemy with knives drawn. Then he looks up and sees a warlock forming an incantation on her lips, one heading straight for you.

And just as you’re about to be utterly eviscerated by a bolt of lightning, the electricity in the air simply comes to a sudden stop and evaporates into a cloud of sparkling, red mist.

You and Gale meet eyes for only a moment. Something desperate glinting in that gaze that you can’t quite place. But you can’t address it now, you’re surrounded and vastly outnumbered.

The moment passes as soon as it came as you lift your blades to stop the curving arc of a great axe.

Anyway that’s it. I just think the idea of gale choking a spell out before it can get cast is just… so incredibly tasty. Especially if hes utterly, devastatingly in love with you.

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You all rock.