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Pavi: Y'know, I’m kinda hungry.
Amber: Me too.
Luigi: Meh. What do we want, then?
Pavi and Amber: Ice cream!.
Luigi: Wha- no!
Amber: I could go for some tutti fucking frutti!
Pavi: Ah! Me too!
Amber and Pavi: Tutti fucking frutti!
Luigi: Shut up!
Pavi: Tutti fucking frutti!~
Luigi: Listen: There is no fucking ice cream, in your fucking future!
*Jump cut to all three eating ice cream cones, Luigi eating his, begrudingly*
I don’t know if I wanna peg a man or get dommed by an angry goth girl.
Vander von Odd in a cenobyte costume designed by Junker Designs Clothing and Clive Barker (shot by Jonathan White)
Shamelessly stolen from the Skinny Puppy group
the new Sopor Aeternus album is out and it’s a bittersweet feeling cause I’m really excited (and I didn’t know it was coming out today!!!) but at the same time I wish my friend was here so we could freak out about it
we loved Sopor. I remember he once told me he wanted to study the human brain’s reaction to Anna Varney’s music and he was sad cause he never went to medical school. I told him we could steal machines from a hospital and I’d be his laboratory rat.
I wonder what he would have thought of the guitars. it’s the first time Anna puts guitars in an album. It’s fabulous.
anyway I’m in the fifth song and I’ve already cried my eyes out. I miss him so fucking much.
“the only mean you will find in this world, this pointless life, is the one that you create for yourself to be your guide (...) the only bliss that you will find in this cruel world, this wretched life, is the one that you create for yourself in your own mind”
thank you mom
the new Sopor Aeternus album is out and it’s a bittersweet feeling cause I’m really excited (and I didn’t know it was coming out today!!!) but at the same time I wish my friend was here so we could freak out about it
we loved Sopor. I remember he once told me he wanted to study the human brain’s reaction to Anna Varney’s music and he was sad cause he never went to medical school. I told him we could steal machines from a hospital and I’d be his laboratory rat.
I wonder what he would have thought of the guitars. it’s the first time Anna puts guitars in an album. It’s fabulous.
anyway I’m in the fifth song and I’ve already cried my eyes out. I miss him so fucking much.
Vander von Odd in a cenobyte costume designed by Junker Designs Clothing and Clive Barker (shot by Jonathan White)
Any doubts Vander would have won the cenobyte challenge in S2?
boys with black nail polish…….. hello
These eyes are everything
Literally cannot stop thinking about the time Ogre made a deviantart account to comment on 1 goofy piece of Skuppy fanart cuz it was linked to the SP group and he liked it
he did what
I rarely (never?) make personal posts, but, thanks to the input of two of my very best friends (I love you both), I’ve decided to take this chance to semi-anonymously vent. What I’m about to write involves a problem that’s caused me a great deal of stress and pain. Only the two friends mentioned above know the full and unedited story. It’s made me doubt myself in so many ways. I will not give names of anybody involved and would appreciate if you don’t ask. I’m sorry but it’s likely I’ll also probably delete this later. Right now I just need to get it out.
Months (almost a year) ago I began an online correspondence with someone in the entertainment industry. This person is not exactly “famous” but well known enough that they have fans. He’s part of an ensemble and, though I had always valued his contributions, I didn’t attempt to interact with him. He and the others were quite accessible via social media, but I just didn’t feel a desire to reach out to him. I didn’t even know much about him outside of his career. It all began when other other fans started pointing out that he was giving me an unusual (for him) amount of attention in the online groups. Multiple fans were posting photos in newly released merch, but only mine were liked. He, who didn’t typically like posts, regularly liked mine. He even found and began to follow my personal social media accounts before me following his and liking stuff that had nothing to do with his work. At the time this was not something he did with fans he had never even met. Eventually I got up the nerve to send him a quick fan message and our first interactions began. Over time I grew to know him much better and slowly our relationship crossed over from fan and artist to something different. Now, at no point would I say he was “skeevy” but very soon I knew exactly why he had given me so much attention in the first place….
I should point out that I haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I’m a survivor of abuse. Rarely do I find myself attracted to someone I actually know because, frankly, I’ve feared men. With him it was completely different. I couldn’t wait to meet him in person and counted the days when the chance presented itself. By the time the day had arrived it felt as if I was going to meet someone I had known forever. Our messages had cooled while he was busy but there was still interaction. By now I was having to deny our personal interactions because others were catching on just based on public attention. I got good at it. “Oh, I don’t know, isn’t he gay or something?” “We have some friends in common, you see…”
Then the day came that we met and I’ve yet to make sense of it. I had heard and continue to hear stories of warm encounters with him. I can only describe my own as “hot and cold”. At points he was the excited, lovely individual I expected, but then he would become suddenly cold/kinda rude. Given there were others around, I assumed this was only natural and waited until we were sitting alone to properly speak to him. His attitude remained the same. He would excitedly speak with me and then it was as if he suddenly remembered he shouldn’t. That’s the only way I can explain it. He’d stare at his phone and at one point just shook his head without looking up when I asked a question. He suddenly got up and left without returning. I was left sitting alone and utterly confused. Why was he acting like this after all that? Even another member of the ensemble seem to noticed my sadness and came over to speak with me for a moment.
Later, after all had performed, he and I talked again. This time he was more like I the man I knew. “You were great”, I told him, as he hugged me tight. “I wish I was going to the next stop”. It was as if I had found the words to turn him to ice again. He suddenly backed away and began to busy himself helping the stage hands. “Um, I don’t even know where we are going, actually”, he stuttered before turning his back to me. That wasn’t true. He always posted the locations. It was as he was afraid I might show up at the next show. As he continued to bury himself in the equipment and not look at me, I got the point and wandered off to the merchandise booth. I was more confused than ever. Did he just decide he didn’t want me after meeting me in person? I had always done my best not to seem “aggressive” but had I scared him off before we even met? I thought of those questions and others again and again. In the days that followed he started to lavish attention on me once more, including publicly liking “sexy” artistic photos of me. This made no sense if he was creeped out by me in some way. I was too scared to just ask why he had behaved that way. Many nights I talked to my best friends and asked what they thought was going through his mind. As pathetic as it sounds, I’ve yet to ask him why because I don’t wanna seem needy. He knows it was obviously weird. I wanna pretend I didn’t care anyway, but I did. I cared a lot.
Things only became worse when I learned that there were a few girls in his life. I did and still believe him to be a good and respectful person, but at least two of these girls were obviously displeased with the nature of their relationships with him. They caught on that there was “something” between him and I (or so they thought) and sought to make me know my place. I had my social media stalked, was shown multiple pictures as “proof” they were his gf, and more. I dreaded opening my phone. Once I actually vomited from nerves. And yet, not once did I tell him they were doing this to me because, again, I didn’t want HIM to be upset. I continued to deny as well. I’ve gone to such great lengths to protect him, but for once I just need to get it out and say what I wish I had told him; I’m hurt.
listen I don’t “like” things, I either read a book/watch a show and forget 0.2 secs later or change my entire lifestyle based on what it was until I find something new
Admittedly I feel like Ogre has never had like an objectively GOOD haircut his entire career he just makes them all work except the dreads those didn’t work but luckily he got rid of them quickly. He went from Robert Smith cosplay to undercut mullet with tiny crunchy little braids. Remember his decade long middle part. I don’t know what he’s ever fucking doing with his hair I don’t know how to even describe the weird fluffy swept back thing he’s doing right now he just always looks sexy so it’s fine. It’s fine.
If Ogre had kept the dreads, I’d feel the need to riot on behalf of William. Don’t make that sweet man the odd man out of ohGr!
I will protect the fluffy bats nest with my life, that haircut was STUNNING I accept no criticism
Why isn't the Season 2 of Dragula on Youtube anymore?
I call this “The Largo siblings as vines since they’re the only characters I care about”
Vander von Odd at Switch n’ Play
(Photos by AJ Jordan Photography)
