just weird fandoms

Mostly just stuff of my various fandoms, conventions or things I reblog for fanfiction.

[trixdraws]

🗡️👑✨🌈

[randyhag]

I’ll do it. We’ll be in hell together after all.

[sheryl-lee]

It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me, how efficiently succinct and impenetrable his argument was. All my conceptions — even my guilt and my wish to die — seemed utterly unimportant, and I completely forgot myself and the barbaric scene that surrounded me. For the first time in my life, I was seen.

Interview with the Vampire (2022–) 1.01 – In Throes of Increasing Wonder... dir. Alan Taylor

[lelif]

the beauty of life

- // @fairycosmos // ? // - // @cassidyshotchocolate // - // - // elsie de wolfe// @podencos // afternoon on a hill, edna st. vincent millay// rien ne va plus, margarita karapanou, tr. by karen emmerich// - // - // @ annalauraart on instagram// culpable, joy sullivan// - // @ jordanklancaster on instagram// @ niall.breen.comics on instagram// agatha christie// @plasticlove1984 //sweeter than fiction, taylor swift// the summer day, mary oliver

[couldtransitionsaveher]

Testing something: who are your favorite canon trans women in fiction?

[mollybeenoel]

By Momoire

[hobgobknowsbest]

"Mountain Climbing Horror Stories" by SoysenSyndrome

[angelophanie-mdzs-archive]

[wirvaa]

Canon

[archiethemagician]

Liushen Week 2026 Day 1: Sunset

— Keep up. — Sorry, shidi — got distracted by the sun 🥰

[evydraws]

The Cast of Dracula - gouache & ink illustration I'm excited for Dracula Daily, and this little illustration will be the Patreon print in May to celebrate!

[thequeensjester]

I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies, the sooner the better.

— credit: cap-that.com

[aqvilegias]

there is a willow grows aslant a brook, that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; there with fantastic garlands did she come of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: there, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. /// don't ask me why i hate myself as i'm circling the drain 'cause death, it takes too long and i can't wait

ophelia from shakespeare's hamlet + tempest by ethel cain

[gothredy]

[exhaled-spirals]

“A book is a piece of silence between the reader’s hands. The person who writes it is quiet. The person who reads it doesn’t break the silence.”

— Pascal Quignard, Petits traités

[bertharussellgf]

And they lived happily ever after. (x)

[fictionaltrvlr]

the red room

cutouts | song: feed us your girls by lydia the bard