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                Carlotta lived an interesting life. All women of her time did. She had heard once, as a young woman, a Chinese curse – “May you live in interesting times.” One could only imagine it had been coined specifically for those forced to pick up the pieces of the war. She had passed her thirtieth year and, like so many others, missed the milemarks of marriage, children, and everything that would have marked her as an adult.

               Admittedly, she was a singer. Miss Marie Lloyd had married, but she was the exception – British too. She likely wouldn’t have been married to begin with. If she told herself that enough, she would forget about Ulbaldo.

               They were both young and in love in Paris when the war began. He was drafted, Italian though he may be. She waited day and night on his letters. A perfect duplicate of every other young, forlorn lover until she received one last letter from the government. Lost at the Somme. That had been more than a decade ago, and yet…

                Carlotta needed to clear her head, and she knew one place to do that without entirely leaving the city. Though It was a silly question in many ways – as if one could simply own a bridge as a comb – in other ways, it was her bridge. She never contemplated the out that others had. Not verbally. And not for more than a few minutes. But the water was inviting on nights like this. Soothing. Especially as the light danced on the ripples, a modern-day siren calling lost souls into the depths of the Seine. Another few each paper round, it seemed.

                 She glanced up in surprise, short curls bouncing lightly around her face. She’d noted the figure, but hadn’t expected a greeting. She nodded warily.

                                     “Good evening, Monsieur.” Her accent had all been sanded from her voice during the war. Italy was not held in high regards. She smiled as he pushed forward. He seemed a bit punch drunk, but largely harmless. He was hiding something – but he was too clean for it to be murder. Immediate murder, at least. She took his hand with the grace the stage lent her. Always emulating the upper classes, even if she’d never be allowed to join them properly. “The moon plays tricks on us all. My name is Carlotta.”

                Once he released her, she turned back to the river, watching over the waves. “You seem anxious, Monsieur Gleb.” She could imagine why. Russian boots, accent, even the hair they all seemed to have. Not to mention the anxious, darting eyes of a runaway. The war had ruined Europe, but the revolution had obliterated the Russian people. What little they saw of them in Paris. “Are you quite alright?”

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This morning, Gleb delayed his return to Russia by a week, telling the Commissioner her only needed more time to find the girl. He’d found her two days ago. He’d let her go two days ago. Whether she was or was not Anastasia did not matter. She had no designs on destroying Russia; he had not been able to pull the trigger. Whoever she was and wherever he let her flee to, when Gleb returned to Russia, he would go to his death in her stead. He knew the order of things. It hadn’t much changed from Imperial rule. He who went against the government was never heard of again.

If he didn’t return to Russia, another eager upstart - one just like he had been - would take his place. The hunt would resume. Anya would die by the hands of a stranger. This, Gleb could not allow. Whatever he was, he was not his father’s son.

Who was he now?

Laughter spilled from a nearby bar as drunks tumbled out onto the street. Slurring to each other in English loudly, pointing at Gleb and his shoes, laughing, they carried on. Gleb scowled. He didn’t have to know the language to guess what they were saying. Pushing off the railing, Gleb stepped down the cobblestones. As he walked, looking for some place quieter, more private. He wandered through neighborhoods, further away from the hotel in which the government had put him up.  At last he found a quiet bridge. Shimmering up at him, reflecting Paris’ lights, the Seine did not look so different from the Neva. Gleb stared into the water. How easy it would be to disappear here. He thought of his mother’s words. Your father died of shame, Glebka. He’d heard the gunshot; even then, not wanting to believe it he knew his father had not died of shame, but by his own hand. And he was not his father’s son. Was he?

Years of climbing through the Bolshevik government taught him never to relax, to always be aware of his surroundings. He heard footsteps - light, heeled clicks on the stone - approach. Tensing, he swiveled his head to see. Instead of an armed guard, stood a woman. She seemed as surprised to see him as he was to see her. A nervous smile flickered across Gleb’s face and he pushed back his hair in an effort to look less like a man in the midst of treason. Wetting his lips, he struggled for words. When he found him, he managed to say -

“Good evening, mademoiselle. Are you- Is this your bridge?”

He recognized her face somewhere. Usually, Gleb never forgot a face. Usually he could easily pair it with a name. Now, he was stuck. He studied her as the stupidity of his own words reached his ears.

“Forgive me. I’m not myself tonight. ,,. No that you’d know the difference.” A quiet laugh, a shake of his head. “It’s Gleb. I mean, I’m Gleb.”

No more Deputy Commissioner General Gleb Vaganov.  Only a frightened man, in a land that was not his own, cracking under pressure from across the continent.. He stuck out his hand for a handshake. What else could he do?

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Romantic Royalty Starters

“I want to unlace your corset slowly.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.”

“Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you.”

“I cannot marry that man. He smells of rank meat!”

“I cannot marry that woman. Her voice causes dogs to howl!”

“I need you in my life. I am incomplete without you.”

“We could retire to my suite. No one would know.”

“May I suggest a walk in the garden? The roses are in bloom.”

“I will slay anything that dares to harm you, my love.”

“There are secret passages. Come! We haven’t a moment to spare.”

“I will marry you. I shall make it happen. Somehow.”

“How long would it take to remove all those layers?”

“My crown is heavy. It feels lighter when you’re around.”

“If you go to war we will not be together…”

“Nothing matters if we are not allowed to be in each other’s arms.”

“Our parents are fools.”

“I do not care if our nations are at war.”

“It drives me mad that no one will leave us alone!”

“When we are not together, I am pained to my very soul.”

“We must pretend not to feel anything. They cannot know about us.”

“Forgive me…”

“We shall be happy together, forever.”

“I know that fairy tales cannot come true but I feel that one may have.”

“You are so magnificent on the dance floor.”

“You sparkle even without the jewelry.”

“I have never seen a more eloquent creature.”

“This maybe the wine talking, but you are glorious.”

“I’ll never look at another.”

“I’m blushing…”

“I will fight for you.”

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Musicals by John Mulaney

(Edit 10/18) Thank you all!!

Ps there’s more now.

Book of Mormon:

I’ll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die.

Heathers:

Adult life is already so goddamn weird.

Phantom of the Opera:

God can’t hear you.

Dear Evan Hansen:

And I said “no” you know, like a liar.

Mean Girls:

13 year olds are the meanest people in the world. They will make fun of you but in an accurate way. They’ll be like “Hey, look at that high-waisted man. He got feminine hips.”

West Side Story:

Every new song is about how “Tonight is the night” and how “We only have tonight.” That’s such 19 year old garbage.

Rent: *aggressive push* Excuse me, I am homeless, I am gay, I have AIDS, I’m new in town.

Chicago:

“Get away from my wife!” “No one talk to my wife!” “I didn’t kill my wife!”

Les Mis:

🎶Bread is God is Bread🎶

Cabaret:

College is a $120,000 hooker and you are an idiot who fell in love with her. She’s not gonna do anything else for you!

Cats:

Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken!

Mary Poppins:

Everyone get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.

Bonnie and Clyde:

Here’s how easy it was to get away with a bank robbery back in the ‘30’s — as long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.

Anastasia:

Was there even a ghost, Mother, or was the dead Victorian girl you saw just me all along?

Newsies: I like reading the New York Post because reading the New York Post is like talking to someone who heard the news, and now they’re trying to give you the gist. It’s like, you’d get the same amount of information if you grabbed someone on the street and you were like, “WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?”

Cinderella: My vibe is more like, “Hey, you could pour soup in my lap and I’ll probably apologize to you.”

Hamilton: And then for a second we were like “maybe the horse catcher will catch the horse” and then the horse is like “I have fired the horse catcher”. He can do that?? That shouldn’t be allowed no matter who the horse is. I don’t remember THAT in Hamilton…

Wicked: “Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?”

Fame: That is way better than walking across a stage at graduation, hungover, in a gown, to accept a certificate for reading books that I didn’t read.

A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder: SHUT UP, YOU’RE ALL GONNA DIE. STREET SMARTS.

Avenue Q: Sit down, sit down, SIT DOWN. I wanna talk about what happened yesterday. We invite a woman here with homemade puppets to teach you about bullying, through skits, and you laugh at this woman??

Sweeney Todd: “How could another person kill someone? How could a human being kill another human being?” And then I got cheated on, and I was like, “Oh, okay.”

Into the Woods: Some Dutch prick was sneaking in at night being like, “Ah-ha-ha, I take your milk.” And the farmer was like, “Well, then, this is your cow now.” And he was like, “No, no proof of purchase.” And he ran off into the night. That sounded Dutch, right?

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⚢     LESBIAN   APPRECIATION   SENTENCE   PROMPTS    !

❝   i’m not into guys , i’m into girls .   ❞

❝   there are just so many beautiful girls in the world .   ❞

❝   i’m a lesbian , i can’t change it , i can’t help it .  ❞

❝   i like her as more than just a friend .   ❞

❝   where are all the lesbians ?  ❞

❝   i’m telling you , i only like girls that way .  ❞

❝   i  just .. i don’t want to talk about guys , i want to talk about girls .  ❞

❝   i’m really into her , do you think she’s into me ?  ❞

❝   you’ve been acting a little different since you learned i liked girls .  ❞

❝   maybe your guy is into me but i am not into him .  ❞

❝  do you like girls ? as more than friends ?   ❞

❝   i kissed a girl and i liked it .   ❞

❝   i think every girl is attractive but i don’t try to jump in their pants because of it .   ❞

❝   come on , you know i only date girls .  ❞

❝   is that your girlfriend over there , talking to another girl ?   ❞

❝   girls can be more than just friends sometimes .   ❞

❝   i think girls give better love to each other .   ❞

❝   how are you and the girlfriend ?  ❞

❝   you know you could of told me you liked girls .  ❞

❝   when are we going to get to meet your girlfriend ?  ❞

❝   so , when can i meet your girlfriend ?   ❞

❝   i used to have a crush on you , when we were younger .   ❞

❝   i love my girlfriend , i would never cheat on her .   ❞

❝   we are without a doubt the hottest lesbian couple .   ❞

❝   i just don’t want to keep doing this in secret with you .   ❞

❝   lesbians are a gift to the world .   ❞

❝   i have got the most beautiful girl in the world .   ❞

❝   you like girls , so what ? people can screw off .  ❞

❝   i like girls and i don’t care what you or anyone thinks .   ❞

❝   how did you open up about it ? will stand by me while i do it ?   ❞

❝   i’m just trying to find the right girl is all .   ❞

❝   is this lesbian porn ? what are you— wait , you’re into girls .  ❞

❝   you’ve always loved her , haven’t you ?  ❞

❝   girls are just what works for me .   ❞

❝   i don’t think any girl is going to like me , i’m not that pretty .   ❞

❝   there are no lesbians here , or even bisexuals .  ❞

❝  i like girls who like girls .   ❞

❝  you always flirt with her , you always check her out .  ❞

❝  i’m just a girl , trying to date another girl .   ❞

❝   let’s have a baby , we can get a surrogant .  ❞

❝   we can adopt a baby , if you’re serious about starting a family .   ❞

❝   i’m going to ask her to marry me .  ❞

❝   me and my girlfriend just got married today .  ❞

❝   we’re going to be mother’s !   ❞

❝   you are the best girlfriend and mother in world .    ❞

❝   i think my girlfriend is ashamed of what we have .   ❞

❝   it’s so hard to not stare at girls and check them out .   ❞

❝   i date other lesbians only , don’t know why , i just do .  ❞

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Coquette, 1895 by John Bond Francisco (American, 1863–1931)

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X💋💄.

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The Lady in White John Lavery Manchester Art Gallery

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“The Opera Place”

What the fork?

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gosh this was so much fuuuun. This is a chalenge by @timebird84 and i hope i made it right LOL we are suposed to make a crossover between a tv show and Phantom of the Opera, and that was what came out, The Good Place . Here we see Erik, Christine, Madame Giry, Meg Giry, Raoul and The Daroga (and a little easter egg for Carlotta).

Raoul looks like he just seen something that traumatized him for life, and Erik looks really amused, so you can only imagine what just happened (the women all looks very amused too, hmmmmmmmmmmmm)

anywaaay, please make this challenge too, it’s really fun!

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consent to become a man’s mistress

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Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows (via notjustinspirationalquotes)

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Phantom of the opera aesthetic

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I’m cursed. You’re damned. What a pair we are.

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some of you may not recall the strange affair of the phantom of the opera, a mystery never fully explained, and it shows

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• Wedding outfit.

Date: 1882

Place of origin: Australia

Medium: Silk faille, torchon lace, needle lace.