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What is that Sisters of Mercy bassist always looking at?

You want to know why I hate you? Well, I'll try and explain...

Perky: /knock/knock/knock/ Elder, I have a surprise for you!
Elder: Go away.
Batcave: SunerRIZEicomevRymRNINg!
Elder: Batcave? /flings open door/ You're back! /hugs/ FUCK YOU, YOU LEFT ME! /slams door/
Perky: Wha- but... you... all you wanted was Batcave back!
Batcave: bababa boooooteeful
Perky: Now, now, there's no way Elder will sulk for days, we'll come back in 5 min!
 ~2 weeks later~
Postpunker: So you finally came out... OF THE HOUSE, of your house.
Perky: Yeah, but Elder still isn't talking yet.
Batcave: Soooootured.
Postpunker: I know, I brought him a present.
Perky: I don't know, dear. I left cupcakes on Elder's doorstep Wednesday, and ze set them on fire. My homemade cupcakes... so pretty...
Mallgoth: Hey, guys, so this is where we hang out? Took you long enough to invite me. Are we gonna do some meth, or some sacrificing or what?
Postpunker: A sacrifice.
Perky: Oh, heavens to Siouxsie! What kind of "gift" is this?
Mallgoth: Hey, baby, is that a Cure shirt? You really think they're GOFF ENUFF?
Elder: /twitch/
Perky: WHAT?
Mallgoth: I mean Friday I'm in Love, Just Like Heaven, Boys Don't Cry- it's really just pop when you think about it. I like Slipknot, ever heard of it?
Elder: /supertwitch/ THAT'S IT, GOETHE DAMMIT!! What albums do you actually know? Disintegration?
Mallgoth: Galore, the disco one.
Perky: Your confusing the greatest hits album with-
Eldergoth: I have a compilation for you, buddy! I'm going to drag you to a cage in my basement flat and we can listen to The Same Deep Water As You, Apart, How Beautiful You Are, Faith, then all of Pornography, and finally we'll listen to Charlotte Sometimes on repeat until we kill ourselves.
Perky: ELDER!
Eldergoth: *Want* to kill ourselves. AH hahahahHAhahahahahAHaha!!
Mallgoth: Help me.
Postpunker: It is done.
Perky: Well, it's nice to see hir talk and laugh again!
 ...(we got to get that cage away from Elder)

coturno:

Johnny Cash impersonating Elvis Presley (x)

I think that’s as far back as I can reasonably push ‘in-scene fighting.’

Byron’s ‘Don Juan’, stanza 60 of Canto XI
John Keats, who was killed off by one critique,
Just as he really promised something great,
If not intelligible, - without Greek
Contrived to talk about the Gods of late,
Much as they might have been supposed to speak.
Poor fellow! His was an untoward fate: -
‘Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuffed out by an Article.

Ok, the maybe three of you who studied English Romantic Era poetry are rolling in the proverbial isles, amIright?!

rossmcbitchface:

they-call-me-nick:

rossmcbitchface:

Oh my god Dave you’re going to make Nick jealous

Perfect gif is perfect

incorrect-david-bowie-quotes:

davidbowieinventedlipstick:
I Want My Hat Back
The David Bowie version
LOU YOU WANKER

[Lou I’ma-slap-a-bitch Reed threatens an emaciated Bowie. Mick Jagger looks away, uncomfortably.]

‘Lou had been discussing details regarding his upcoming new album- as yet un-recorded. Lou asked David if he would be interested in producing the record and David replied yes - but only upon the condition that Lou would stop drinking and clean up his act. And upon that reply, the aforementioned chaos ensued.

‘It should be noted that this verbal bantering also continued into the night back at the hotel -With Bowie in the hallway demanding that Reed “come out and fight like a man” Eventually it all quieted down as Lou never reappeared to continue the fight, and was most likely already fast asleep.’

ghost-of-bela-lugosi:

Jonny Slut.

Aw, shit! I hope that’s not a pole Robert Smith is currently seeing. <:(

“‘Sallright, I’ll just write a sad song ‘bout it…”

There ya go, buddy. There ya go.

the long one that's not even funny

: :knock knock::
 /silence/
: :knock knock::
Eldergoth: Go away.
Romantic: Open the door. Its been weeks since anyone has heard from you, and more than a month since anyone has seen you.
Eldergoth: I'm sorry, really, I'm just too tired. Go away. ... please...
Perky: We're really worried about you. Just let us in.
 /silence/
Postpunker: Oh my god, this is worse than I thought...
Eldergoth: What the- how the hell did you get in here!
Postpunker: Your window was broken.
Eldergoth: NO IT WASN'T!
Posterpunker: Ok, I broke your window.
Eldergoth: /from under blankets/ Well, I'm alive, just sick. Thank you, I'll feel better soon, I'm sure.
Postpunker: You have clearly been laying on your couch for days, living off of crackers and coffee. What is this? Labrynth? The Crow? The Princess Bride? My dead god, I need back up.  /opens front door/
Perky: Oh, honey, oh no! I'm taking Pornography and Disintegration, somebody find the Joy Division, quick!
Eldergoth: No, don't look at me, go away. I'm really sick. My stomach is killing me. 
Perky: I brought you you tea and soup! Now where's your laundry room? This place is a mess..
Eldergoth: I'm fine, thank you. Just leave tea and let me rest.
Postpunker: You have rested, its time to take care of yourself. I know your sad that Batcave is gone and you don't really know how to talk about what you're feeling or dealing with, but Batcave will come back and we're here now.
Eldergoth: I'm just sick, I just need to rest here...
Romantic: How long have you been on this couch under these blankets? Its ok to fall down, but you can't just give up. You have to fight. I don't want to come to your house and you be really gone.
Eldergoth: I just don't want to this anymore, I don't want to be here...
Romantic: We're here.
Eldergoth: Oh come on, don't fucking guilt trip me. I'll go out tomorrow; I promise.
Romantic: We're here.
Eldergoth: I know, I know, I'm sorry I fucked up again! I'm sorry I worried you, I ... I don't know... I don't know what is wrong or what to do... I just want to sleep and not...
Romantic: We're here.
Eldergoth: Ok, alright. I'll do what you want. I'll let you help me... I'm sorry... I-
Postpunker: Drink your tea, have some soup. We'll put on The Holy Grail and make a Dr.s appointment to get you to stop being such a fucking awful stereotype.
Eldergoth: Thanks, assholes. I hate you a lot less than usual, and that's all your getting from me.
Perky: GROUP HUGGGG!!
Eldergoth: Kay, hating you just a little more.

“Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what DO you do?!”

“Hey, I don’t get thrown out of bar windows, Adam.”

“Well, you can just call me Ms. Jackson if you’re gonna be nasty.”

elder-goth:

So that’s my impression of the problem between “Goths” and … those things. I think it illuminates my feelings on the issue better than me swearing for 15 minutes.

gorgonetta:

[LOLgoth: A trailer for Goth Planet, a new nature show. Female deathrocker vs. cybergoff!]

oh my god