you’re damn straight it does
real-life-chibi asked: Ohmygosh you're going to cosplay Zuko? That's so awesome!! I fangirled so much when I saw!!! Avatar: the Last Airbender is my favorite show and I know you'll make an awesome Zuko!! Thanks~
thanks you… it’s pretty nerve wrecking. but we have a cool crew helping me out and we’re just at the beginning of making it. i’m actually learning so much.
we’ll see how it all turns out… so far, it’s been a lot of fun!
zuko is cosplaying zuko!!!! i am going to faint!!!!!!!
Don’t let them pass.
Let no fascist pass.
They do not belong on our streets.
They do not belong in our governments.
We will not let them pass.
i can feel it coming, everyone
by the time i move up to seattle in mid 2015
i will be transformed back into a complete goth
like i was when i was a “tween” and kinda in HS as well
in fact i already would be,
but i can not afford the clothes
i’m not even talking about clothes though
(at least not only about clothes)
but for books and music too…
i just feel like i’m getting super back into macabre stuff lately
edgar allen poe, post punk music, clove cigarettes, fishnets
although, my love of wearing huge bad-ass boots (call it a fetish, i won’t even protest) has never faded at all… so i suppose that isn’t technically going to be a part of my, uhm, “gothic comeback” since it never left
but yeah… i honestly can’t wait to graduate college and move up to seattle to get my creative juices flowing, to feel free to be myself, and to adopt a bunny
i feel so stifled here at home.
follow my #goth tag over the next year and a half to witness my inevitable transformation into my final goth form
(and please take it with a grain of salt. i am no longer 13. i no longer treat the “gothic lifestyle” with all the earnestness of Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way… i now just see it as something creative, expressive, retro, and most of all FUN!)
Buzludzha, Stara Planina, Bulgaria. Set on the secluded, highest peak in Bulgaria and on the supposed location of the 1441 rebel defeat of the Ottoman Empire which secured the country’s independence, Buzludzha was commemorated in 1981 as a meeting space for the Bulgarian Communist Party. Following the fall of the Soviet Union in 1991, the area was gifted to the Bulgarian government and has since fallen into disrepair.
Go Ask Jane: Goth Clubs After 30 - Sign Of A Loser? | Jane M. Agni
Jane, I’m a woman in her mid-30s who still attends weekly goth nights at some of the local bars in my area. Recently I’ve started to notice a much younger crowd at the clubs I frequent. More and more I& Continue Reading
You gave to be fucking kidding me.
wow FUCK this magazine
this “advice columnist” is 1000000% full of shit
I feel so sorry for the person who wrote in with this question
No, there is no age too old to be goth and go to goth nights!
The columnist’s idea of “what goth is” is completely inaccurate bullshit.
This is fucking disgusting (HUGE TW for body shaming, ageism, and pretty much just every form of assholery you can imagine… on these quotes and on the article)
“No one wants to see your flabby, out of shape, middle-aged body stuffed into a vinyl mini-dress while you stumble around in platform heels. How unbecoming. How embarrassing!”
Excuse me? The woman writing in did not say anything about what her body type is. She also didn’t say she wears a vinyl mini dress or platform heels. Even if she does happen to be “flabby” and dress that way, who the fuck cares? Rock it, girl!!! Oh and any woman who has been goth that long most certainly does NOT “stumble around” in platform heels… sheesh!
Getting drunk in some filthy bar while pretending you’re a faery princess named “Ishir Nightshade” when you’re knocking on 40′s door is something altogether different and disturbing.
When did the woman say that she does any of these things??????? Is she mistaking Goth clubs for Renn. fairs with that Faery comment? Just because goth night happens at a club doesn’t mean everyone (or anyone) is getting drunk. In fact, most times I go to a regular club, everyone there is there to get drunk. When I go to a goth club, everyone is there because it’s like a mini convention of the local scene! Sure, some people drink, but it is not the main focus at all, at least in my experience.
Most adults outgrow their insecurities and psychological afflictions after entering their twenty’s. Those that continue to dwell within depression’s drowsy comfort begin expressing themselves in abstract and nonconstructive ways. Their mind becomes cloudy and they begin to mistake personal shortcomings as grand characteristics and experience scattered, delusional thinking. Thus, the adult gothic is born.
Literally what the fuck is this b!$%# talking about at all?????// Please point me to the DSM entry where being a member of the gothic subculture is considered a psychological affliction… the stereotype that goths are all depressed and sad is soooo fucking outdated and ridiculous. Goth nights at clubs are energetic and fun! There is laughter, makeup, costumes, friendships, dancing, etc. etc. what part of that is depressing? “Oh they dye their hair black and have morbid themes sometimes” …ok??? wtf? Since when do you take the artistic expression within a subculture at face value? When you see a white girl who likes Taylor Swift, are you constantly assuming she is on her way to yoga class (because of her yoga pants and messy bun) and do you assume that she spends all her time crying over exes just because of the music she listens to? Uhm, no. So when you see a goth rocking the funeral fashion and jamming to Bauhaus, do you assume they’re on their way to go hang out at a graveyard and be depressed all day just because of how they are dressed?!?!? How many goths got into that type of fashion because it is actually really FUN, you know? Not… sad at all. Is everyone sad on Halloween?? No, that’s one of the most fun days of the year!!!
Ok I’m ranting now I guess but just…. uguguhsfhofag
The mixture of completely misunderstanding goth culture plus being an absolute fucking douchebag with age-shaming, body-shaming, making jokes about mental illnesses, etc. has made me sooooo fucking mad at the author of this advice column.
Fuck you, “go ask jane” of “modern woman digest” please fuck off forever.
I walked past a scene from a somber movie or perhaps a novela…
I was thinking of a scene the other day, thinking to myself, “what… what movie was that from? what was the context of it?”
Then I remembered, it wasn’t a scene at all. Well, it was a scene, I guess. It just wasn’t from a movie or show.
It was something I just happened to see (why doesn’t oversee mean the same thing as overhear, just visually?) one night when I was on a delivery, back in the day when I used to be a pizza delivery driver for the most sketchy little pizza shop you could ever imagine.
Anyway, I was delivering a pizza to a very nice apartment upstairs. I parked my car, and on the ground level there were those detached single-car garages that apartments often have. One of them was open.
Inside the open garage, there was a beautiful woman in a beautiful dress. She was standing before an easel, painting a very vibrant picture of a landscape. The garage was clearly her art studio, and she had many other landscape paintings hanging up on the walls. There was soft, ambient music playing while she painted.
From afar, I watched her paint as I was walking towards the stairs. I noticed that she was starting to slow down with her painting. She paused from painting, and she started to gaze into the air, clearly deep in thought.
I continued up the stairs and completed the pizza delivery.
When I came back down the stairs, I saw that the woman was still gazing into the air contemplatively, and tears were starting to stream down her face. She sat down in her chair and put her face in her hands, beginning to weep silently.
As I was walking back to my car, another beautiful woman in a beautiful dress (seemingly a neighbor) walked over to her. In a soothing voice she said, “I know… I know…” and the first woman stood to embrace her.
They were hugging, the first woman crying and the second woman knowingly trying to comfort her, as I got into my car and drove away.
No part of it was any of my business whatsoever, but I still can not help thinking about it sometimes. I wonder what that was all about! It was like a scene from a soap opera or a movie. (I feel like I was just unknowingly an extra in some sort of Oscar-winning drama film.)
This was… wow, three years ago, I guess… and I still think about it sometimes! It was just so… I don’t know the words to describe it.
#nirvana #pink hair #fashion