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Lost Souls Paradise | Instagram
#lost souls paradise#adventure#nature#lost souls#landscape#get lost#exploring#explore#paradise#mountain#forest#hiking#hike#canyon
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Scream Queen - Winona Ryder
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#horror edit#horroredit#winona ryder#dracula#bram stocker's dracula#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#alien resurrection#my gif pack#my gif edit#gifset#stranger things#lost souls#black swan 2010#the iceman#gone in the night#home front#homefront 2013#scream queen#screamqueen
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"Lost souls"
Acrylic painting on canvas
Size 80x65 cm
2021
#vaxo lang#creepy art#creepy#contemporary art#contemporary artist#acrylic painting#horror art#vaxolang#dark art#horror#lost souls
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Sevgi diyorum bazen. ne tatlı bir duygudur içten bir samimiyetle masuma verilince..
cute white paw..
#photography#yörüngede#artists on tumblr#cottagecore#my photography#landscape#aesthetic#popular#lost souls paradise#exploring#adventure#explore#get lost#nature#lost souls#cute otters#white otter#flowers#RadarPlz#travel#room#home#design#reading#literature#pets#architecture#books#books and libraries#study
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Off with his head !
The sisters ❤️😭
#alice madness returns#amr#queensland#the dollmaker#alice liddell#angus bumby#horror games#video games#video games fanart#dark king#horrorcore#creepy art#psychological horror#dr bumby#american mcgee's alice#san art#20's#monsters#gaming#alice fanart#fan art#traditional art#lost souls#queen of hearts#elisabeth liddell
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Queer horror from my teens
I periodically wonder whether these books are still known and read by young goths and horror fans as they were all extremely important to me in my teenage years, so I thought I'd share them.
Though I'm cishet, during the mid 90s two of my favourite authors wrote primarily queer fiction: they were Anne Rice and another author from New Orleans who is now known as Billy Martin.
He came out as a trans man in 2011, however these books were published prior to that so unfortunately you have to search for them under his deadname. This is why I've used that name in the tags on this post. I don't believe the books were ever reprinted with his current name.
Though I loved Rice, I always felt a more immediate connection with Martin due to his vivid portrayal of subcultures like goth and punk, and how it felt to be a teenager who was part of them. I could see myself in many of his characters as I had the same interests, listened to the same music, and shared the same sense of social alienation. Remember in the 90s the Internet was still a reasonably new thing, and many of us didn't have a home Internet connection at all. There was certainly no social media, no YouTube, and no real way to meet and interact with like-minded teens unless you were lucky enough to have another "weird kid" at your school. If you were a weird kid, you likely had very few friends and were bullied.
That as much as anything else led me to seek solace in books written by an author who I felt understood me, and characters who became my friends.
Lost Souls is about vampires in a kind of Lost Boys/Near Dark way. Fans of the YouTuber OfHerbsAndAltars might be interested to know that this book is where the name of his channel comes from - it's a description of the taste of Chartreuse liqueur.
Drawing Blood is about ghosts, a "murder house", computer hacking, comic art and a very beautiful (if rather messed up) romance. This one is probably my favourite of the three.
Exquisite Corpse is about serial killers, set against the AIDS crisis of the 90s. If you like the Hannibal TV series you'll probably enjoy this one - imagine if Dennis Nilsen and Jeffrey Dahmer had somehow met.
Martin doesn't pull any punches when it comes to descriptions of blood and gore, violence, abusive parents or his portrayal of toxic romantic relationships (of which there are many in his books), but if you can deal with those things there is also a great deal of beauty, phenomenally good writing, and a somewhat unique perspective on the supernatural.
Maybe I'm biased, looking at these through the lens of my teenage self. Maybe they'd seem horribly dated to today's young audience. But I still wanted to make this post in case there's someone out there who will end up loving them as much as I did.
#queer horror#lgbt horror#90s goth#90s punk#90s alternative#goth#gothic#horror#vampire books#vampire fiction#haunted house#poppy z brite#billy martin#lost souls#drawing blood#exquisite corpse#of herbs and altars#90s#trans author#queer author#goth book#gothic horror#goth subculture#punk subculture#lgbt fiction#queer fiction#queer goth#Lgbt goth
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En entire stained glass window that will be hidden behind 80% of the wedding art hsgdgs
#Fnaf#au#bethroned#bethroned art#dca#I’m too proud of this to not show it in its entirety#daycare attendant#sun#moon#crying child#Charlotte#puppet#freddy fazbear#chica#foxy#monty#Montgomery gator#crying children#lost souls#golden Freddy
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finally reading Lost Souls. I think this dude’s gonna accidentally fuck his own dad
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"Too often the phantoms of Ghost's dreams possessed him even after he woke, claimed all his attention and a little of his soul." -- Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite
finished my bust doll of ghost. king of hyperempathy. i love you haunted boy. 🌻
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#horror#horror film#horror film poll#horror poll#poll#horror movie#horror movie poll#movie#film#film poll#movie poll#winona ryder#black swan#edward scissorhands#beetlejuice#lydia deetz#bram stokers dracula#bram stoker's dracula#frankenweenie#resurrection#lost souls#stranger things#joyce byers
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Lost Souls Paradise | Instagram
#lost souls paradise#exploring#get lost#nature#paradise#mountain#landscape#lost souls#explore#adventure#snow#mountain range#lake#reflection
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#h e.r.#music#r&b#lost souls#j. cole#jorja smith#jhene aiko#drake#kendrick lamar#beyonce#rihanna#kanye west#sza#russ#ella mai#ari lennox
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Weather
As those of you who follow my May ficlets surely know by now, I’ve set myself an unofficial goal to hit all of my AUs. So today I’m picking my quasi Narina AU called Lost Souls that, like, five people have read. This fic is what happens when I read Outlander, see Narnia, and read teenlock. (Tl,DR context for this ficlet: Sherlock and John are stuck in another dimension, that’s pretty much all you need to know. Also, they’re both about 18-20 in this ficlet, John is a medic, and Sherlock is working for local law enforcement)
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Weather, John thinks as he shakes out his umbrella, will never be a selling point of the British Isles, no matter in which dimension, no matter what they’re called. Sherlock gave him a long speech once about climate and sea levels and geology all being pretty much identical here, compared to the England they grew up in, so it stands to reason that the weather is equally rotten.
Well, since John has spent his entire life in England and then on the equivalent on Dera, he’s bloody well used to it.
Doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.
He can handle rain and fog and everything in between. What he doesn’t like is when a day starts out beautiful and sunny and ends up in a deluge of truly epic proportions. He’s not that wet, because he was smart enough to stay at the clinic until the worst was over, but his coat will take ages to dry, and he dislikes the smell of drying wool.
He’s just getting warm again, sitting on the sofa by the fire and enjoying a nice cuppa and the first chapter of a new novel Molly lent him when the door to their flat bangs open.
John turns around and starts laughing uncontrollably.
The thing about Sherlock is, he’s always gorgeous. But right now, soaked to the skin in his dark wool coat, hair wet and plastered to his head, dripping on the floor and wearing a pissy expression, he looks like nothing so much as a drowned cat. Specifically Toby, Molly’s black tomcat.
Sherlock glares at John, which makes the resemblance to a pissed off cat even greater.
“I fail to see what’s so funny,” Sherlock grumps as he stalks into the sitting room, shedding his coat as he goes, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy splat.
“You look like Toby, that one time he fell into the suds bucket at the morgue,” John says between giggles.
“I do not!” Sherlock all but hisses, which sets off John even more.
“Oh my god, now you sound like him too!”
Sherlock glares at him, then something in his eyes changes. He stalks over to John, who’s still on the sofa, and sits down straight in his lap.
“Oh my god, you’re cold!” John yelps, as the water dripping from Sherlock’s clothes start soaking through his trousers and shirt immediately.
“Warm me up, then,” Sherlock says, shaking his head so water droplets land all over John.
John laughs. “Great, now I’m getting wet because you don’t have the sense God gave small children to stay inside when it’s pouring outside.”
“Staying in just because it’s raining is boring, John,” Sherlock says, reeling John in and pressing his entire wet torso against John’s. “You don’t want me catching cold, do you, Doctor?” Sherlock murmurs into John’s ear. Sherlock’s closeness, the whisper of breath against John’s ear, and Sherlock using his still very new title all together make John reconcile with the situation very quickly. The fact that he, the sofa, and the floor are getting soaked are of very minor importance compared to a wet, gorgeous and mischievous Sherlock Holmes in his lap.
He threads his fingers into Sherlock’s wet hair and pulls him in for a kiss. Sherlock tastes of rain and fresh air and pastries. “Mrs Hudson is baking?” John asks, pulling back a little.
“Very good,” Sherlock says, grinning at John, an obvious challenge sparking in his eyes and in the corner of his smile. “What else?”
John grins. Two can play this game, my friend, he thinks. He noses along Sherlock’s throat, smelling rain and traces of their soap and the faint trace of canal. He licks a few raindrops from Sherlock’s neck, and Sherlock gasps. “You went to see Billy.”
“Conjecture,” Sherlock murmurs, dipping his head back to give John better access to his neck.
“Fact,” John answers, sinking his teeth playfully into the taut muscle of Sherlock’s enticing throat. “You smell like the river,” he whispers, as he dips his tongue into Sherlock’s ear.
Sherlock moans, and John grins into Sherlock’s skin. It took them a good while to find their stride, physically speaking, given that neither of them had an inkling of an idea what they were doing. But by now John knows Sherlock’s body so well, he knows exactly which strings to pluck.
“What else?” Sherlock asks, his voice no longer quite steady.
John draws back, surveying Sherlock like he’s a crime scene, knowing that this sort of scrutiny will turn Sherlock on even more. He kisses Sherlock again, licking deep into his mouth, chasing taste and sensation. He licks the corner of Sherlock’s mouth, and Sherlock moans around John’s tongue, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, but John moves back, putting a finger over Sherlock’s mouth. “Moff’s bakery. Powdered birch sugar, you were at the doughnuts again.”
Sherlock nods, pulling at John for more kisses. John happily obliges.
“One more,” Sherlock whispers against John’s lips.
John grins and draws back a little. He runs his hands under Sherlock’s sopping wet suit jacket, pushing it off Sherlock’s shoulders as he fleeces the pockets. Nothing of interest. Then he unbuttons Sherlock’s waistcoat, one button at the time. Sherlock’s shirt is sticking to his skin, almost translucent, and John can’t resist mouthing at the taut nipple outlined under the fabric, even as he deftly checks the pockets of Sherlock’s waistcoat for clues. The rain-soaked shirt and Sherlock’s warm skin beneath, Sherlock’s hands carding through his hair, holding his head to Sherlock’s chest, and the encouraging noises Sherlock is making are almost enough to drive the game from John’s mind.
But only almost. Because Sherlock’s shirt smells of beeswax and dusty shelves. “Library,” he murmurs around Sherlock’s nipple, grazing the delectable nub with his teeth.
Sherlock gasps and pulls John up for a searing kiss. John grins against Sherlock’s lips.
Game over, then, he thinks. I won. “Are you getting warmer, love?”
“Shut up,” Sherlock says, dipping them back to the sofa, trapping John under himself, pressing his entire wet, warm, enticing body against John’s.
John grins. “Make me.”
Sherlock’s eyes darken. “Not a problem.”
As Sherlock moves in to kiss the very thoughts out of John’s head, John thinks, Oh, I definitely won, before he surrenders entirely to the force of nature that is Sherlock unleashed. Thank god for rain.
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Maya Larkin — Lost Souls (2000)
#icons#winona ryder#winona ryder icons#winonaryderedit#wryderedit#maya larkin#maya larkin icons#lost souls#lost souls 2000#lost souls icons#lostsoulsedit#00s icons#00sedit#screencaps#twitter icons#horror icons#icons without psd#horroredit#movie icons#movies icons#movieedit#filmedit
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I am uncomfortable even when held.
Is there a place where I can put this baggage down without drowning myself and others?
#spilled heart#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled emotions#my words#words#spilled prose#love#you broke my heart#thoughts#sad thoughts#spilled love#quotes#heartbreak#spilled tears#spilled writing#spilled feelings#spilled truth#wlw yearning#depressing shit#random thoughts#kinda depressing#fiction#sadnees#excerpt from a story i'll never write#writing#spilled journal#lost souls#spilled poem
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Winona Ryder is such an inspiration to me. I genuinely get so happy when I see her on screen or doing interviews. Happy Birthday, Winona! 🖤
#winona ryder#winona#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice#black swan#stranger things#the crucible#bram stocker's dracula#age of innocence#night on earth#heathers#alien resurrection#mermaids#little women#girl interrupted#gone in the night#autumn in new york#turks and caicos#reality bites#lucas#square dance#destination wedding#mr deeds#the house of spirits#lost souls#how to make an american quilt#the dilemma
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