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18

Sep

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
Anonymous (via levi-has-the-booty)

Vincent Price as Joseph Curwen/Charles Dexter Ward in The Haunted Palace (1963)

(Source: jillbanner)

jenniferlovely:

Looks it’s Jilli’s house

Yesssss. I wants it.

jenniferlovely:

Looks it’s Jilli’s house

Yesssss. I wants it.

(Source: marfieldangrybeaver)

There is a part of my brain that says I should get this as a tattoo. It wouldn’t go with any of my other tattoos (existing or planned), but I’m delighted by it.
Artist: Acid Drinker on DeviantArt.

There is a part of my brain that says I should get this as a tattoo. It wouldn’t go with any of my other tattoos (existing or planned), but I’m delighted by it.

Artist: Acid Drinker on DeviantArt.

(Source: halloween-things)

sizvideos:

Video

Why yes, I covet this desk. Of course I do. 

I haven’t stopped sighing yet.

ethermaiden:

brokenponycutiemark:

She bought a bat hoodie.

Which one? Links/location! Don’t fucking hold out on me like this you guys. Tapdancingdildogds you should know this by now.

This bat hoodie! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00JSJOPGY/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1411025775&sr=8-1&pi=SY200_QL40

17

Sep

Click here to support Be part of The Dreaming by Dreaming Comics

fanboy-news-network:


My Friend Aron is trying to raise funds to become the sole owner of the Comic Shop he runs. There are 16 days left and he has a lot of ground to cover. If you cannot donate, he would appreciate spreading the word.

hallsofvalhalla:

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT ; a two-and-a-half hour long playlist for the next time you’re just chilling in your gothic mansion on a stormy night.
For the perfect atmosphere in any weather, enjoy in combination with these:
Crackling Fire // Howling Wind // Thunder & Rain // Cozy Lighting
Tracklisting beneath the cut.
Read More

hallsofvalhalla:

IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT ; a two-and-a-half hour long playlist for the next time you’re just chilling in your gothic mansion on a stormy night.

For the perfect atmosphere in any weather, enjoy in combination with these:

Crackling Fire // Howling Wind // Thunder & Rain // Cozy Lighting

Tracklisting beneath the cut.

Read More

How we spend evenings.

brokenponycutiemark:

Eating black cocoa cakes. Drinking tea. Watching “Interview with the Vampire”. Plotting wickedness.

theblacknurse:

le danse macabre by lukeo3d

theblacknurse:

le danse macabre by lukeo3d


She peels back layers of the darkness, and it catches on her long white nightgown.  Some nights you can see her fleeing across the moor, or gazing out the tall manor windows; there is light coming from under her fingernails, and from her eyes, so bright it cannot be contained, and so much a part of her it cannot be tarnished.  You can try to take her power away- you can try- but she has the grace of angels and the strength of a lioness and she will always reclaim it, candle in hand.  She is madwoman and mistress, debutante and daughter, librarian and lady, gentlewoman and governess; death is her paramour and life her ally- there is no one more gentle, or more fearsome.  A gothic heroine is a paradigm of ingenuity, both exemplifying the ideals of her era and rising above them.  Femininity is her sword and courage her shield; she can pick the monsters from the men and is not afraid of either.

She peels back layers of the darkness, and it catches on her long white nightgown.  Some nights you can see her fleeing across the moor, or gazing out the tall manor windows; there is light coming from under her fingernails, and from her eyes, so bright it cannot be contained, and so much a part of her it cannot be tarnished.  You can try to take her power away- you can try- but she has the grace of angels and the strength of a lioness and she will always reclaim it, candle in hand.  She is madwoman and mistress, debutante and daughter, librarian and lady, gentlewoman and governess; death is her paramour and life her ally- there is no one more gentle, or more fearsome.  A gothic heroine is a paradigm of ingenuity, both exemplifying the ideals of her era and rising above them.  Femininity is her sword and courage her shield; she can pick the monsters from the men and is not afraid of either.

(Source: siderealscion)

spookyloop:

Black-as-Night Caramel ApplesRecipe here.

Yes. I want these. Someone make them and deliver them to me.

spookyloop:

Black-as-Night Caramel Apples
Recipe here.

Yes. I want these. Someone make them and deliver them to me.

cake-and-monsters said on the post about my Ray Bradbury postal adventureWhat shitty postman delivered it and just left it to the elements on a random postbox?

We’ve had some problems with mail theft in our neighborhood. It’s being dealt with, and we’ve got a locking mailbox now, but I am pretty sure someone swiped the package, tore it open, went "An old book, meh", and ditched it.

Which, obviously, is really frustrating and maddening. But the book found its way to me, for which I’m profoundly thankful. Now I need to get some archival wrap for the very battered cover.

sixpenceee:

Bats illuminated by lightning (video)

NOTHING IS MORE GOTH THAN THIS.

sixpenceee:

Bats illuminated by lightning (video)

NOTHING IS MORE GOTH THAN THIS.

I was over at my next-door neighbors, helping her with some computer issues, when I mentioned my vanished package; the post office swore it had been delivered, and I was really upset about it because it was a vintage Ray Bradbury book.

She stared at me, said, “WAIT A MINUTE," and bolted off to rummage through a stack of things. It turns out that Mr. Bradbury is one of her favorite authors, too, and when out for a walk the other day, found a vintage Bradbury hardback just sitting on a row of mailboxes, damp from the rain. She picked it up, and one of the other people in the neighborhood told her that he’d found a really ripped up and battered package with that book sticking out it. My neighbor shrugged and took it home.

She found my book. By complete chance, she found my book and got it back to me. 

I don’t care that it’s battered and worn. It’s a 1962 hardback of one of my favorite books in the world, and it’s MINE.