i ship it like burning – Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth

mylordshesacactus:

Final thought before I sleep, courtesy of Laura: GOD, the final confrontation with the Phantom is petty and sadistic with Raoul but with Meg, with Meg and Christine as the lovers, it’s so fucking cruel.

The relish in his voice on “Your lover makes a passionate plea.” The mockery is always mean-spirited but mocking Meg to her face solely for the fact that she loves Christine is…yeah.

(”Please, Meg, it’s useless–”
“I love her! Does that mean nothing?!”)

(I mean god, god there would be so many added layers to that cry, so much context, that’s her soul being torn from her body, that’s her entire life, all of her fear and frustration and years of shame and hiding and passion summed up in a single sentence and it’s destroying her.)

and then there’s that final little gem

“Let me see her.”
“Be my guest….sir.”

There’s two options here: you can keep the wording exactly as it is. The mocking pause, a sneer on the honorific, and it’s an obvious mockery of the fact that she’s the “wrong” gender. Or, you leave the rhyme scheme and syllable count untouched if you replace it with “girl,” and it’s condescending as all hell.