#ebie's asks

LOL, I'm glad to be responsible for it!! 💜

Honestly, I've liked him as an actor for AGES; he's always been cute, and I love his voice and all, but that was it. However, that was my brain overshadowing the signs of a severe case of brain rot. Since I watched a clip of him as the 12th doctor about a month ago, I knew I was hooked. Then I watched The Lair of the White Worm, and now he has me in a chokehold! (I blame the fluffiest curls and those angelic features, ugh.)

I mean...

Great choice.

OMG YES!!

The way she HESITATES to leave him, even though he has done so much harm to her and those around her, at that moment, I pictured that Christine was not only pitying him; she actually realized that everything he did came from a place of love (even a very distorted one) and solitude. She nurtured feelings for him, for the good in him. OH, MY HEART!! And Raoul KNOWS she's not hesitating because she doesn't love him, but because she cares about Erik in such a loving way 😭😭that's just… complicated.

I love everything about this particular version, especially Ramin Karimloo's, Hadley Fraser's, and Sierra Bogess' acting choices, like, BITCHES YOU GAVE ME TRAUMA!!

There's a reason it's my most-logged film on Letterboxd xD

Hi!! 💜

Ah, that's one hell of a question, tho I don't believe I have a good answer for it. You see, I don't think I have any memory worth repeating, either good or bad, at least none that comes to mind right now. I wanted to give you a nice, philosophical answer, but I've come to terms, that I have none. Which it's sad, because I wish I had…

Actually, maybe I have! It's not a big deal, but, there are two, very similar memories that I would like to relive. When I was a toddler, I used to sleep in my grandmothers rooms. They had dark rooms because of the wood furniture, and string mattresses, both with metal headboards. They used heavy blankets, duvets, even though it's always hot in here. I cannot quite put my finger on why their respective rooms felt so cosy, but I felt safe there, like nothing could ever reach me while I was there, under those blankets.

It seems silly, now, writing it down, but it was a forgotten memory that, given the opportunity, I would like to relive, their soft fingers in my hair, and the smell of perfume and mothballs in their pillows. Their warmth while sharing the bed with me for a nap after lunch or supper. I would sleep in my grandmother's Celeste bedroom at night, I have no siblings, and my parents would come home late from work, so we both would be quite lonely. We kept each other company, I would fall asleep in her bed and then magically wake up in my bed the morning after.

My granny Maria would let me share the bed with her for a nap after lunch when I went to visit her in the countryside during family reunions. Her bedsheets were of a fake satin fabric in burgundy. By the foot of the bed it had a dark stain of perfume where she accidentally dropped an open bottle of her cologne.

Sorry, I realized I've extended myself, so, if you wanted to know, that's a memory I would like to relive. More of a feeling actually, the feeling of safety, that I've never been able to emulate ever since they passed away. Apologies for ending on a melancholic note, have a nice week! Thank you for taking the time and interest to send me this ask, it's much appreciated. Please, pardon me for the delay, life has been wild for a while.

Thank you, love! 😊

To be quite honest, having a crush in Charles Edwards wasn't on my bingo card this year! Seems like a nice surprise, tho! 💜

OMG, THANK YOU HON!!! 😘

I've been feeling a bit down lately and this made me smile, thank you, Erika! I hope you have a amazing week! 💜💜