every angel is terrifying.

gather up in the arms of your love / those who expect no love from above

[inthehills-thecities]

Estelle, in my late twenties. nb lesbian from Europe. goth nerd, horror freak and literature lover. terfs, zionists, racists: fuck off. if you're a cishet guy with a nsfw blog and you follow me, I'm blocking you on sight. minors: kindly don't follow this blog either. I love the strange, the unusual, the erotic and the transgressive. cinema is my lifeline. sometimes I make edits.

film blog: cathodenightmare // secret sideblog for QL series: velvetxviolet

[sleepingunderwintersun]

extremely remote radar bases in northern alaska, initially built for the distant early warning line, or DEW line for short. source: flickr

[working-on-my-backwards-walk-de]

[isleofthings-deactivated2025042]

An excellent addition hiding in the tags

[opheliaofthelowlands]

mavis staples photographed in the mid 70s. 📷: marc pokempner. from mavis! (2016)

[p0laroid-sx-70]

cupid missed (Jenny Anderson x Lily Gatins)

[cheaphalloweencostume]

good morning to horror fans, fat bitches, people with psychosis, they/thems, people who can’t drive, trans women, witches, and single dads. the rest of you... you’re on your own

[mindblownie2]

IN HELL

[possible-streetwear]

[blondebrainpowered]

A late 19th century netsuke of a meditating skeleton, made of silver set in stag antler. Meiji period, from Japan.

Now housed at the British Museum.

[sowing-seeds]

Visit Original Link

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Personal ads in Siren, a Toronto-based lesbian magazine, 1998

[rivermotifs]

Violet Lucca, from “David Cronenberg: Clinical Trials”

[ndnbutch]

I get in theory why people complain about het ships or whatever, I get wanting to watch queer media I really do, but I guess where y’all lose me is like. I saw some asshole on a post about Sinners complaining it was “hetslop”—this person was specifically doing so while also claiming Remmick was a queer character and thus they were justified in caring more about him than the Black protagonists. which is a whole other disgusting can of worms that has been well addressed by others at this point. but even in the absence of that part of the argument, like, no, i actually don’t think that a hunger for queer stories is an especially good excuse to deride and dismiss a piece of landmark Black filmmaking, especially as a non-Black person. I have a post that’s been going around encouraging folks to engage with more Native stories and characters, and I had someone come onto that post saying in the tags that they’d need these stories to be queer in order to care. and I just think that, you know, sucks! like obviously as a queer Native I also want to see more of those stories too. but idk how else to put it other than to say that Black people and people of color shouldn’t have to be like you in order for you to care about our narratives and experiences. and I think some of y’all are using this disdain for heterosexuality as a cover for your unexamined racial biases. it’s not okay to be racist to people just because those people happen to be straight, and you continue to be white before you are queer.

[ndnbutch]

on an even more basic level than that, also, I simply just think some of y’all NEED to learn how to interact with media and storytelling without ships and fandom in mind. like if not being able to write fic about two men kissing is genuinely going to be a dealbreaker for you I think that’s actually something you need to work on within yourself because at that point I think you’re no longer really interacting with art and themes and narrative so much as just kind of playing with toys. which is, like, fine I guess. have fun. but it wouldn’t kill you to disengage from that from time to time. especially if would allow you to actually appreciate rich and deeply moving cultural stories from communities of color that you desperately need to learn how to see as human

[peninsulaite]

there ain’t nothin my side of the black stump worth dyin for

[luthienne]

Wouldn’t you, if you could? Step out of your own story, to lean against a doorway of the Five & Dime, sipping your coffee, your life, somewhere far behind you, all its heat and toil nothing but a tale, resting in the hands of a stranger, the sidewalk ahead wet and glistening.

Danusha Laméris, from The Moons of August; “Fictional Characters”

[a-state-of-bliss]

Markgong Fall/Wint 2026

[redlipstickresurrected]

Salman Toor (Pakistani, b. 1983, Lahore, Pakistan, based Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY, USA) - Floating Bookshelf II, 2018, Paintings: Oil on Panel