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Happy Int'l Wolf day

My personal fav subspecies is the Coastal Sea Wolf

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I am very proud to announce that I have been in touch with two people involved with the original 1976 production of Ken Hill's Phantom of the Opera: John Hartoch (Raoul) and Claire Lyth (Design) who have provided me with these photos! For those unaware, this production is not the same as the later Ken Hill adaptation that would play from 1985 onward: It even had a different score, which has been described as "more contemporary" as opposed to the opera music the reworked version used. Photos of this production have never been available publicly online before, atleast not in any circles I've seen. Some of these are freshly scanned. I am releasing these photos ahead of a documentary on the Ken Hill Phantom I eventually plan on releasing. I hope you look forward to it and enjoy these photos.

A chorus girl, portrayed by Lindy Janiec, along with Mephistopheles, portrayed by Charles Haggith (who also portrayed Erik):

John Hartoch (Raoul) and Fidelma O' Dowda (Christine), with Will Tacey (The Sultan) in the background

Left: John Hartoch (Raoul) Center: David Boyce (Richard) and Lill Roughley (Madame Giry) Right: John Hartoch (Raoul), David Boyce (Richard) and Will Tacey (The Sultan)

David Boyce (Richard) and John Hartoch (Raoul)

Raoul (John Hartoch) and Charles Haggith (Erik)

Christine (Fidelma O' Dowda) and Charles Haggith (Erik)

Lill Roughley (Madame Giry)

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My tongue is bored but my stomach is full. How do I resolve this 😔

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It's okay to want to be androgynous as a non-binary person

It's okay to like androgyny as a non-binary person

It's okay to owe yourself androgyny as a non-binary person

It's okay to transition to androgyny as a non-binary person

It's okay to be transandrogynous

It's okay to love mixing masculinity and femininity into androgyny as a non-binary person

It's okay for your enbiness to be androgynous

It's okay to love being androgynous as a non-binary person

It's okay to want to have a mixed hormonal profile as a non-binary person

It's okay to want salmactive bottom surgery procedures a non-binary person

It's okay to not be white, or assigned a certain gender at birth and want to be androgynous as a non-binary person

If anything it's beautiful. It's wonderful. It's awesome.

You are not doing the community a disservice. You are making waves, when the world tells you to look more binary, you are choosing to subvert that because that's what is right for you. In the slew of "you don't HAVE to be androgynous" (look different, stand out, be visibly nonbinary in society), you are not dragging the community down by wanting to be different to the status quo. You deserve representation, you deserve to feel safe, you deserve to feel love, both self love and any other love you desire in life. Your androgyny, your striving for it, your androgynous desire is important and should not be ignored. It should be celebrated as part of your enbiness, as part of you 💛🤍💜🖤

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So close to becoming something akin to a furry (tempted to make an anthro avian OC (I like birds Ɛ> ))

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the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

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Stone and his motorbike should be talked about more

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Can't believe Robotnik found the one (1) guy on the planet that matches his freak perfectly and fumbled him so hard that he had to blow himself up

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The First Sorrow of the Child by Andreas Munch

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing Like a butterfly she flew about in the gold of the sun In her golden curls she wore the crown of spring And her gaze was like the heavens, so bright blue and clear She wheedled her mother and was true to her doll She looked at her clothes and her red shoes But above them all she loved a little bird Which her father had captured on the snow last Christmas It sat by the window, freezing, in the winter’s cold and wind And pleadingly it looked into the warm room within Then her father put out grain to tempt it to come in And Lotte gently put it towards her warming cheek And Lotte was so happy, she alone was allowed To care for and to comfort the little guest from the forest She brought the bird its food and kissed it to sleep Soon it learned to eat from her red lips It knew her voice and her light step And thanked its friend with many a lively song. At the end it sat sad and silent in its cage It heard spring calling from the green forest Then it spread it wings and wanted to fly away; But little Lotte smiled - alas, she understood it not. She closed the cage securely, she gave it water and seed; But the bird only wanted freedom, if it was not to die. One morning she ran early to the bird with food And laughed loudly on the way and was so delighted; But, when she came to the cage, then she forgot her song. The dear bird lay outstretched on the bottom stiff and long. She took it out carefully and kissed it so tenderly; But it remained cold and lifeless, - it was not a joke, Its head sank back, in the eye death lay, Horrified she let it fall and stared silently at it. And, at she stood there silent, she became so strange Before her clear eyes a fog grew The sweet childhood blush faded from her cheeks And slowly from her heart a dark pain rose. She could not know, what this pain was; But sorrow had written its first rune in her heart And marked its image deep on her soft features No longer did it disappear with her last tear She thought of her mother, but not as lightly as before, And thus new worlds dawned behind the black veil of grief: Like a look at the sea from the dark fortress of the coast So the possibilities of life are revealed by the child’s first sorrow.

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who’s got that one gif of Captain Kirk doing this I Need it

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no matter how far i run... these two are always there............ waiting......................