I Am Confined By Physical Limitations; Pull Me Closer.

I adore the fact that Michael Distortion is described as having a horrible laugh that sounds like a headache etc etc and then Michael Shelley shows up and turns out he's just always laughed like that. Jon and Co. were just bullying this poor man for his natural laugh this whole time

popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something

Dario Argento and Daria Nicolodi on the set of Deep Red, 1975.

some old art

tma AU where The Distortion staunchly refuses to feed off 12 year olds because every time a 12 year old ends up in its corridors theyre like “The color yellow? Infinite windowless hallways outside reality with a fucked up little creature in them? Oh shit! It’s the backrooms!” and The Distortion does not like that at all

untitled (a growing panic), by kyler garrison

metalocolypse insanity dump all ive been able to think about for the past like 2 weeks has been toki wartooth. this is a cryyy fro help