Good evening. My name is Erik Destler, but I am most known as The Phantom Of The Opera. My story is a sad and tragic one. I do not wish to elaborate further.
I automatically assume everyone finds me unattractive until they tell me otherwise.
And then i assume that they are lying to make fun of me
Elizabeth let out an irritated sigh.She was getting distracted by those cracks! Ugh! It was horrible. With a frown she got up and went working on the other side of the room. Maybe that would help.
She hummed one of the score pieces where the fruits basket was from, oh my, what else was she to do.
A few days passed and she had finally gotten everything completed. Although, she did get a warning from the managers. Even though she was working to the best of her ability, as quickly as she could. by herself.
Erik looked as the girl finished the props. She thought her job was done, but there was something missing: an apple in the pile of fruits that was part of the banquet scene. He wanted to leave it alone, but that absence resulted in the fruits being piled incorrectly, and it clashed with the rest of the decoration.
He thought about leaving a note, but he had no paper or pens on him. His ventriloquism abilities would have to do.
"Elizabeth," The Phanto called, making his voice sound as if it were coming from the ceiling of the room. "Elizabeth…"
if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student
Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier
WHY DON’T PARENTS UNDERSTAND THIS?!?
WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS AT THE END OF ONE DAY MORE AND YOU JUST GET THE WHOLE CAST SINGING “OOOOOOONE DAAAYYYYYY” A CAPPELLA AT FULL POWER AND THEN THE ORCHESTRA COMES STORMING BACK IN WITH THEM AND JGKFL;DSKOJFGKLDSDKFJGHFKL
if i was harry, i would have stuck a letter down the front of my pants and ran out on the front lawn bc
- the dursleys aren’t gonna chase me and cause a scene, it’d upset their pristine reputation
- if they DID chase me out, they’d have to put their hand down my pants to get to the letter and i’d just start screaming STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER and fuck up their repuation for real
you would kill voldemort in first year at that rate
Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.
It also reminds your son that being a boy is better than being a girl and therefore he is better than any girl he will ever meet.
*trys to hit high note of favorite song*