rocktheholygrail:

loundervenus:

Evocative masterpieces by Emil Melmoth, where dark surrealism meets the macabre

IG: emil_melmoth

🥀🗡️📿🕯️

What the hell, @staff?!

1. I just had a post from a Tumblr I don’t follow appear on my dash.
   Why did that happen?
2. It was straight up porn. Explicit porn. Close-ups of real person genitalia.
3. And yet you won’t allow explicit fanart.
4. Why aren’t you people even in your moderation? (A foolish question, I know.)
5. TO REPEAT MYSELF: I just had a post from a Tumblr I don’t follow appear on my dash.
   Why did that happen?

opheliagallery:

Stage Details, 2009
Photos by ivebeenframed

madfishmonger:

Happy Spring

The Mummers’ Dance
In the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak,
and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call
the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gae

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gae

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garland gae we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord’s hand

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gae
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gae

warthogreporter asked:

Hey ummm, can I get an uh, pathetic little twink priest with a nice arse and sad little eyes hinting at his repressed turmoil which is connected to a mysterious incident in his past, unable to be honest with himself about his true nature and desires, unfamiliar with genuine acceptance and affection and only aware of this on a subconscious level, haunted by strange dreams revealing both the future and his own suppressed feelings, and a side of fries with a chocolate shake. Oh and some ketchup for the fries obviously.

stjohnstarling:

Order up!

Because my mental/emotional state is currently at THREAT LEVEL: EMILIE AUTUMN, I went digging into the depths of YouTube to find some Opheliac promo videos I dimly remembered.

“Lessons in Being a Wayward Victorian Girl”

simulacrumaussois:

dave vanian, by david arnoff

girlfleeshouse:

The girl is racing from the house, in horror.

bakwaaas:

gentleness and softness and sweetness

• Pumpkin, stop slouching. Drink some water, take your meds.
• Having a hard time coping doesn’t make you a failure.
• The Cursed Object has informed me there is an emergency, and it needs help reaching the shelves the jam is on.

❤️ Auntie Jilli

fragranticareviewers:

@minim-calibre this seems like something you’d be interested in.

girlfleeshouse:

When she departs the house, she will wear a billowing nightdress and the amethyst brooch, and the marks of sacrifice.

Same, random object at the thrift store. Same.