#personal i guess????

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[maul-of-shame]

Read in one of your post that you're GOTH and sorry to barge in but what kind of flavor of Goth are you Bucky???

Oh, you’ve just summoned the bat signal 🦇, and I must answer!

To many people’s surprise (cue gasps in the distance 🫢), my absolute favorite color, even as a goth, is yellow—not just any yellow, but dandelion yellow, golden sunflower yellow, the kind of yellow that’s both soft and defiant, like a little bloom pushing through the cracks in a graveyard.🌞

Now, in my dreams, I would be the very picture of Nosferatu-chic—Victorian lace, billowing black cloaks, moonlight pallor, and an air of forlorn romance, like I stepped straight out of a silent film where I mourn my lost love forever (but in the most aesthetic way possible, of course). Alas! Reality has decreed that I am but a humble mall goth with dark academia goth tendencies, doomed to roam bookstores and coffee shops in cardigans instead of haunted manors. (Perhaps this is my curse, but hey, at least I get good coffee ☕💀)

And if you were to pin down my personality, I am unquestionably a "cheerful Goth™". Imagine Mavis from Transylvania but with more caffeine, ADHD and ironic finger guns. (Or like Lydia Deetz if she actually got excited about ghost stuff instead of just sighing dramatically.) I love the spooky aesthetic but with a touch of chaotic joy!!

Listen, I have nothing but respect for the ethereal Victorian ghosts, the brooding trench-coat philosophers, and the full-time creatures of the night who thrive on doom and gloom. You are valid. You are iconic. You are the soundtrack to a stormy night in a graveyard!

However.

I? I am a sort of unhinged variety of goth. The "yes, I wear all black, but my personality is neon" type. The "sure, I love Bauhaus, but also, I will gleefully and very badly sing along to Taylor Swift or Sabrina Carpenter at full volume" type.

Because sometimes goth is dark and mysterious… and sometimes goth is me in fishnets and chunky combat boots, aggressively bopping to ‘Feather’ while looking like a minor demon on their day off X'D

I contain multitudes. I will listen to The Sisters of Mercy one moment and then belt out ‘Cruel Summer’ the next—badly, dramatically, and with a single tear rolling down my cheek because it’s a bop. I may look like I was summoned via a cursed grimoire, but I am not above dancing like a fool to 2000s pop-punk, latino reggaeton music or screaming about ‘Vampire’ by Olivia Rodrigo.

Because not all goths are doom and gloom. Some of us are doom and ✨ unhinged gremlin joy ✨!!!🖤🔪💃

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[mikqchoux]

I like to think i'm funny:,)

[vivitalks]

best types of brennan NPC

autism haver

stoner

frat bro who has unlearned hypermasculinity so hard that he's gone 100% the opposite direction about it

anticapitalist proletarian

the most insane person you've ever met

[rookanisstuff]

Rook got her dance

[frenchublog]

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[communistkenobi]

I constantly think about that Adorno quote where he says that a characteristic of reactionaries is that they always behave as if they are speaking truth to power, that they are saying the uncomfortable thing that everyone secretly believes but are too afraid to admit, and they are at all times only repeating what is already widely accepted as true in society. And I’m reminded of this anytime someone smugly says violence isn’t the answer or radicals are all the same or this is what jorjorwell warned us about, repeating beliefs so hegemonic that not only do they not require evidence to be believed, they are treated as sensible wise things to say

[darcyolsson]

ive developed a new studying technique called not doing it

[lo-55]

Me: I should write something

me : … or I could spent 78 hours straight making a miniature library with a working LED chandelier

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[goldsnek]

'Sup! Started making a longer Radioapple fancomic, takes place some time after S1 ending.

CW :canon divergence,violence, pre-relationship, 7 deadly sins mention

I'll be posting 3 pages each time! page 4-5-6

[akanemnon]

I wonder if she takes cash or credit.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[pretentiouswreckingball]

okay I’ll bite, Spotify, where are my colorful transitions?? My music aura?? My top genres?? MY SOUND TOWN????