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Phantom AU where the universal monsters show up unannounced and decide to move into the basement of the opera house and The Phantom is not™ having it

The Phantom, exasperated: Get. Out. Of. My. Tub.

The Creature from the black lagoon: But but the lake is too cold!!

The Phantom:

Wolfman: Why do I have to sleep outside???

The Phantom: Because you’re bringing FLEAS into my house?

Wolfman: Yah so what Dracula’s a bloodsucker too and you haven’t kicked him out

The Phantom:

The Phantom: Wait which one are you, Jekyll or Hyde?

Mr. Hyde: Hyde

The Phantom: Well get your hy-strung ass up and out of my box move.

The Phantom: Dear god, what are you, strange creature?

Lon Chaney Phantom: I’m the Phantom.

The Phantom:

Christine, happily having tea in Erik’s home: So, you’re all friends of Erik!

Frankenstein’s Monster: Yes ma’am.

Christine: Oh how nice! I didn’t know Erik had friends you see. More tea?

Lon Chaney Phantom, shaking: Y-Yes please.

C. Rains Phantom: Don’t be a dweeb.

Lon Chaney Phantom, strained: You’re a dweeb.

Lon Chaney Phantom: Look at these masks? It’s so small!

C. Rains Phantom: Is that, blush? On the cheeks? Did he paint blush on the cheeks?

The Phantom: Why are we in my room, digging through my things, and leaving my nicely folded clothes all over the floor?

Lon Chaney Phantom: This mask is a joke, it doesn’t even fit my head!

The Phantom: That’s because your head is freakishly large and testicle shaped now get out-

The Phantom: *reluctantly knocks on door* Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll: Yes?

The Phantom: Please tell Mr. Hyde to stop slaughtering prostitues in my lair.

Dr. Jekyll: …….

The Phantom: I’m being serious I got this one ex police chief up my ass right now and if he thinks I’m luring women to my lair again-

The Phantom: You know what, never mind. Will you pass along that message?

Dracula: You could bite her.

The Phantom: Excuse me?

Dracula: That girl, the Swedish one? You could bite her.

The Phantom: And….why exactly..would I do that??

Dracula: Because then she’ll be a vampire too, of course!

The Phantom:…..I’m not a vampire.

Dracula: Oh! Forgive me. I thought since you live below the earth and never go outside that meant-

The Phantom: I’m gonna go get the garlic spray again

Dracula: *bat mode on, flies away*

The Invisible Man: Erik how do I get into box 5? The door is locked.

The Phantom: Mhmm, that it is. That it is.

The Invisible Man: But, how do I get in?

The Phantom: You don’t. That’s what a locked door means. It means do not do the thing.

The Invisible Man: Lame, I’m gonna climb up there.

The Phantom: If you step one invisible foot in there I’m going to-

The Invisible Man, while climbing: What? What are you gonna do? Drop a chandelier on me?? NEWSFLASH asshole, you already broke the last two!

Frankenstein, sternly: You two need to start getting along and working through these issues.

The Phantom: He runs around NAKED except for glasses? Everyday?

The Invisible Man: I like to air dry.

The Phantom: Not in this house you don’t.

The Invisible Man: *turns to Frankenstein* Look I’m not gonna take shit from a guy that bedazzles his cape and cries himself to sleep at night. Not happening.

The Phantom:

Christine: But, why are you sleeping at my house tonight Erik? It’s so quiet-

The Phantom: Oh that sounds lovely. That sounds great. *collapses on couch* If I spend another minute with those pack of-

Wolfman: *kicks down door* SLEEP OVER

Invisible Man: Hey we brought the whole gang hope you don’t mind.

The Phantom, pulling Christine aside: Sweetheart I want you to take this knife and I want you to shove it directly into my ear canal until I lose consciousness and then, I want you to really dig it in some more.

The Phantom: I may not be a real monster but do you know how hard it is to be this hideous??

Lon Chaney Phantom:

oh my god 

they were all roommates 

THIS👏IS👏THE👏MOST👏AMAZING👏THING👏I👏EVER👏BEHELD👏ON👏TUMBLR👏

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Someone needs to turn this into a webseries; why hasn’t anyone done that?  YOU’RE SITTING ON A GOLDMINE!

It’s supposed to get REALLY cold over the next few days, so I just purchased a new winter coat from Land’s End and paid the extra shipping costs to get it ASAP (but even then, it’s not a guarantee that I’ll get it before Monday! Argh! And the huge temperature drop starts tomorrow!)

Thanksgiving romances

I’m one of those readers that likes to read a book that correlates with the season. So it’s November right now, and before I dive into my holiday romance collection (sooooo many to choose from!) I like to try and give the autumn season one last hurrah with something Thanksgiving-themed.

BUT ALAS! There are hardly ANY “Thanksgiving-themed” romances out there!

The closest one I know of was published last year by Harlequin:

Her Naughty Holiday by Tiffany Reisz

Also (although I don’t know if it counts as “romance” or not) but there’s a book titled Thanksgiving by Janet Evanovich (it sounds like a romance, but I’ve never read Evanovich, who is more known for her Stephanie Plum mystery series)

ANYWAY, does anyone else out there know of “Thanksgiving-themed” romances???