poison the affair

Justin: I wanna highlight a couple, just because, like, I know we won’t be able to afford this one, but John Williams’ 8-year-old son Colin created the “Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom”. A steal at sixty-thousand gold pieces (laughing)

Griffin: So that one’s sitting in a big ol’ safe with a glass display case, it is an important item here at the Fantasy Costco.

Clint: “Gigantic blade, wreathed in flames, with a crooked oozing scorpion stinger affized to its point. Deals an extra 20 melee damage.”

Travis: I would like to steal that.

anonymous asked:

I have only seen the Broadway version of the phantom and I haven't read the book yet. could you explain who dargoa and the Persian are or


  • The Persian is a major character in the book. He basically tells you Erik’s history. Erik refers him as the ‘Daroga’ (which means police-chief in Persian). He also tell you the end of the novel and what happened.
  • He was a police-chief in the court of the Shah when Erik was in Persia. He called these years ‘The rosy hours of Mazenderan’ and I imagine he was great friends with Erik. hehehe or more if you catch my drift ok ill shut up
  • He has a servant called Darius. We love Darius.
  • Daroga is really fond of Erik, so fond, when the Shah ordered to execute Erik, he helped Erik escape. But the news spread about their escape, and the Shah-in-Shah punished the Daroga. 
  • Daroga later travels to Paris to find Erik, which he did. He would walk 500 miles, and he’ll walk 500 more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door. That’s amore.
  • He is seen a lot at the Opera then, wandering backstage. He mostly goes to Erik’s house, playing chess and shit. Sometimes Erik goes to the Daroga’s apartment.
  • In the novel, it’s the Daroga who goes with Raoul to Erik’s house but they end up in the torture chamber. You had one job guys.
  • Erik tried to drown the Daroga twice. What an ungrateful, little shit. This is why he only has one friend.
  • Little fact (which I don’t know it’s true, but still), the time Leroux wrote the novel, there was a mysterious Persian Prince, who often was seen at the Paris Opera. 


  • He’s given the name Nadir Khan. He’s distantly related to the Shah. So he’s royalty. (hehe wink wink nudge nudge)
  • But still a hunk police-chief. Do not fear.
  • He brings Erik’s ass to Persia. He falls ill during the travel, and Erik saves him.
  • Nadir is a widower, losing his wife Rookheeya at childbirth and has not remarried since. His son Reza is dying of Tay-Sachs-disease.
  • Erik entertains Nadir’s son, and helped him in his last months.
  • Erik and Nadir become really close friends, though they won’t admit it (The classic ‘It’s not like I love you or anything IDIOT’ type).
  • Nadir saves Erik when he got poisoned during political affairs. Then save him again when the Shah wanted him dead. Nadir saves a lot. Such a kindhearted, precious guy.
  • He deserves so much more
  • Give him a movie
  • Only starring him bitching at Erik
  • I’ll pay

THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. OH. He doesn’t like cats.

Okay I’m starting season 5 of Breaking Bad now and the fact that Skyler White is the character whom apparently audiences didn’t find likable enough when her husband casually watches someone die of a drug overdose, bombs a nursing home, and poisons a 6-year-old child and Skyler spends three seasons trying to clean up his messes is about as near of an allegory for the 2016 election as I can think of.


summary: Getting her fired up (at him, most of the time) was always entertaining. She didn’t find it nearly as amusing. Sun/Velvet
words: 880+
disclaimers: I do not in any way own RWBY or its characters.
A/N: I was inspired by weissrabbit’s post about Sun Wukong’s daughter [x] to write more Sun/Velvet fanfiction. I honestly think that this is one of the cutest things I’ve ever written. Now that I’m on spring break, I’m going to be writing as much as possible, so hopefully, this is the first of many fics over the next two weeks! Enjoy!

“Hold still.”


Sun stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. “Stop moving,” he muttered. “I’ve almost got it, I promise.”

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