Gothic Charm School: pretty things

Jun 01

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More custom repaints of Monster High dolls. Just stunning.

blasphemina:

I’m in love!

This person makes some of the best customs I’ve seen.

Goth at the Office: skelly Docs edition! And a lovely hat made by Noxenlux Chapeau!

It’s not even that I have a particular fondness for pole axes. But wow, am I impressed by these! And kinda-sorta coveting them.

protagonistadeltuoamor:

hoop-skirts-and-corsets:

Pole axe hairsticks revisited by ~bionic-dingo

I WANT THESE!!!!!

(via theosakakoneko)

auntiemeloncollie replied to your post: Dear Etsy

What’s with the Grunge hate? It strikes me as odd that one subculture that bitches about others being intolerant is taking a piss on another. Can we say… Irony? And we all wonder why outsiders think we’re a bunch of pretentious pricks.

My complaint was more about Etsy’s wackaloon suggestions than Grunge hate, but since it’s been mentioned …

It’s not that I hate Grunge, it’s that I’m a Seattle native who lived through it the first time, and the fashions of that movement are NOT to my tastes. I still like some of the early-era Grunge music (“Touch Me I’m Sick”, early Soundgarden, and Mother Love Bone, especially), but … let’s just say that a lot of the people I knew who were involved with the Grunge scene were not especially pleasant, and no matter what Riot Grrl nostalgia may say, it was not a particularly women-friendly scene. 

If Grunge is your thing, then great! Get down with your fuzztone-loving ways, and we can do the mutual freak-nod of recognition at each other! I just don’t want to be shown flannel shirts when I’m searching for silver ankhs.

May 31

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Eventually we will have the skeletons of Dread Beastie and Tzepesh strung and posed. For now, their bones are in decorative coffins, and I say goodnight to them every night.

(Source: Flickr / mugley, via skeletalroses)

Here, have another photo of the StuntHusband and I.

stunthusband:

Again, the StuntWife and I at the office party. The two lovely ladies with us were aerialists who weren’t performing - they were there to be lovely and decorative and talkative.

We left when the Rockaroke started, before Sir Mix-a-lot hit the stage.

The StuntHusband and I at his employers’ 10th anniversary party. Give us any excuse to dress up and flounce around and we WILL.

stunthusband:

The StuntWife and I at my employers’ 10th anniversary “Masquerade”-themed office party. No, we weren’t wearing masks, while most everyone else was. Pshaw - THIS is how WE dress for a Masquerade. One more photo coming in a moment.

Dear Etsy

No, I don’t consider “grunge” or “90s grunge” to be a related search to “silver ankh”. What the hell are you smoking to come up with that? Anyhoodle, NO. I am not interested in those search terms, thanks.

Once again, let’s take a break and stare at young Adam Ant. Trust me, it’s good for you.

(Source: themfoxes, via punkrockmuffinatrix)

Goth at the Office: shirt & tie edition! At least today doesn’t still feel like Monday, thank goodness.

Showdown at da club: Part 2

• When we last left the Goths they were being harassed into dramatic fainting by Postpunker, who had lost utterly lost his sense of humour. We rejoin them at the patio outside The Club where Postpunker is still rampaging, while Batcave has run inside for help.
• Postpunker: Who else can I destroy? You! Rivethead! A Nine Inch Nails shirt, really?
• Rivethead: Nothing is wrong with Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor is a genius, and you KNOW I listen to a lot more than just the one band on my shirt.
• Postpunker: Ha ha! But you see, my wannabe-purist, Nine Inch Nails is NOT industrial! More like Industrial-influenced ALTERNATIVE ROCK! Buahaha! Let's look at the patches on your jacket, shall we? Oh, Rammstein? I liked it the first time when it had more irony and artistic merit and was called LAIBACH! Have you even HEARD of Throbbing Gristle?! Why don't you just go Listen to Lincoln Park!
• Rivethead: Eh... no way... blaaahhhh-fuckyouall-eghk! /faints/
• Perky: Oh my sparkles! I think it just you and me, Cyber. <:(
• Cyber: Get behind me, Perky I think I can take him.
• Postpunker: Oh, no no no. I do love your noble gesture- a sweet note to go out on- but I'm saving YOU for last. I can hardly wait! I'll go through every Goth in this place until NO ONE has ANY fun ANY more! Mua ha ha! Now, you! Merry Sunshine in the Emily Autumn shirt-
• Batcave: Caw! Caw! Caw!
• Postpunker: Get out of here, Batcave. I don't want to destroy you too.
• Batcave: Ah Ah ahah-oh-ahah! Hiss!
• Postpunker: What? Who have your brought with you? No matter. No one could possibly know more about music than me!
• ThePersonWhoKnowsMoreAboutMusic: Except me!
• Postpunker: My dead god! Who are you?! Some enchantress?
• Cyber: Of course! Why didn't I think of it! She's **the DJ**!
• Perky: Oooooooooo, **The DJ**!
• TheDJ: Yes, it is I, come out to stop his bitchery-run-amok, and to take my smoke break. Does anyone have a light, btw?
• Cyber: Yes! Take them all! Huh huhhuh. You're cool.
• TheDJ: Um, thanks. Look, Ian, I'm even older than you. I know it's hard to see things change. It's easy to hate the teenagers who took your scene over because - they're teenagers. A lot of them are probably doing things "wrong" because it's a phase they're going through. That's part of growing up, and you did it too. Other kids are pushing things in new creative directions, and some of those kids will stay in the scene, and if you actually get to know them, they can remind you how much fun and love YOU used to have in your heart. It's fine to complain, as long as you have a sense of humour about the scene, and yourself.
• Postpunker: No. It's too late for me. I have to finish what I started. I'm too far gone for you to stop me.
• TheDJ: So be it. Ian, CBGB's is closed, Johnny Rotten, and Iggy Pop have done commercials for butter and insurance respectively, David Byrne sang with Homer Simpson, and Andrew Eldritch hates you. Like YOU, personally.
• Andrew Eldritch: I can't believe you love This Corrosion, it's soooo over played. Why not just listen to Evanescence? Please kill yourself, for both our sakes.
• Postpunker: Oh, my tiny heart! Curse you, Eld-wretch! You win. I'm done for! I'll just go jump off the roof now.
• TheDJ: No, no. Here- take this gift from me and I think you'll find your broken heart nicely mended, my child. Now quit fucking around and get off the floor guys. It's closing time. ::lights turn on::
• Postpunker: What is this? Oh... I... I can't believe it. Oh, thank you.
• Eldergoth: We're suddenly miraculously revived! Who was that goddess?
• Perky: It was **The DJ**!
• All: Oooooo, **The DJ**!
• Bouncer: Seriously y'all got to get the fuck out of here.
• Eldergoth: /standing up with others/ You feel better, Ian?
• Postpunker: Yeah, completely. I'm sorry I was such a dick. It's all over now, I promise.
• Eldergoth: What did she give you that fixed everything? A drug, a spell, money, vampire blood?
• Victorian: What? Where?!
• Postpunker: No. Look. It's a mix tape. A real mix tape. Just for me. It has all my favourite songs; the track list is handwritten on the back. She titled it, "Just turn on with me, and you're not alone."
• Eldergoth: Aww, mixtape! <3
• Bouncer: Yeah, aw. NOW GET OUT OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!

May 30

Dear every manufacturer of women’s clothing, ever:

Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets. 

No love, 

Jilli

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