i think there needs to be a happy medium between gatekeeping and not gatekeeping that we can all agree on. like goth as a subculture OBVIOUSLY centers around a combination of music and aesthetics, and that shouldn’t be discounted or ignored. but a few days ago someone said it was “tragic” that i, as a goth, listen to… *checks notes* nine inch nails??? IN ADDITION TO traditional goth bands like bauhaus and sisters of mercy?? like idk guys let’s just use some common sense here
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I think the only people more annoying than metal purists are goth purists.
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“Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you. It’s foolish. I’m glad to see you, though I dread admitting it…I can’t bear the thought of existence now without you! You infuriate me! Why don’t you laugh at me? You’ve done it before.” - Louis de Pointe du Lac, Tale of The Body Thief by Anne Rice
Louis x Lestat: @sangcreole.
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The sun is going down here. My ex tried to follow my tiktok account so I blocked him on all my social medias. I don’t know how to feel anymore but it’s not like I have a say in it anyway. Why do old ass men think they can tell me how I feel like I am a movable object, not an impenetrable force. Rock and a hard place. The birds and the stone. I’m running out of metaphors for the things I’ve hated becoming. I might not look like a monster but my insides feel like rotten sewage. You don’t know I’m writing this and you never will. No one will. I’m sorry. I will never meet you.
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IT'S ME. / VISAGE
YOU THINK YOU ARE ABOVE CONSEQUENCES. / NO MERCY
THE TRUE NAME. / OOC
A PROPER END. / PACIFIST
CHARA-CTERISTCS / MUSINGS & ISMS
NOT REALLY THE GREATEST PERSON. / ABOUT
IS THAT TRULY WHAT YOU THINK OF ME? / HEADCANONS
EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING... / AES
BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN. / MAIN
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HOW DO YOU VIEW LOVE ? | lan
soft
love that is welcoming, one that encompasses you in its warmth. the feeling of a warm mug after a cold day. familiar huffs of laughter respond in the air as you lean on each other for balance. the feeling of falling on a soft bed of clouds on a nice sunny day. of waves lapping at sand on a beach
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Evil of my evil
Evil of my evil
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It had been quite awhile since Lestat has thought on Claudia. Not since the horrendous body thief incident, the nun and nearly dying. Yet, the longer he sat in the Talamasca library, hidden away save for the ever wandering eyes of David Talbot. Whom he perhaps wrongly admired. Talbot was clever by all means but he wasn’t Louis or even Rowan. Talbot was often pompous but who was Lestat to say so? Wasn’t he likewise.
Lestat knew, deep down he didn’t deserve Louis and yet, they always fell back together. Was it fate? It couldn’t be. Lestat knew too well Louis longed to be a martyr for love and who better to martyr himself to than Lestat.
But, back to Claudia. A mistake. A daughter, a prodigy, an apology, a trap Lestat set and Louis fell into but all too willingly, like the wolf pursuing the deer or the hare.
Sitting up on the desk as though in some perversion of prayer Lestat clasps his hands together and prays to the night sky, “Claudia, if you’re out there, if you can hear me, please, please, pardon my trespass. It is all my fault, as it often is. I don’t even know if you’re there, I don’t even know where to begin, but please, if you can, forgive me for everything, Louis is not at fault he is merely a victim of himself and me and I forgive it all. I don’t want vengeance.”
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