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Nights act that way, I tell you.

@gloriadenton / gloriadenton.tumblr.com

She/her. Multifandom. Mostly made up of noir, lace, and spooky lesbians.

Ballet fiction without lesbianism is like a day without sunshine.

was looking something up and got absolutely obliterated by

dulcinea knows that isn't the real camilla. even before it got its face blasted off, that was an empty puppet. but she's fucking PETTING her okay it's fine i'm fine we're good i'm normal about them. but no really if i see anyone try to claim that dulcie and pal is the only romantic side of that triangle i'm going to beat you over the head with both this paragraph and the "will she know who we are" exchange

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went to an antique fair this weekend and i must now share with you the funniest possible thing some rando victorian could've put on a plate. i'd ask if you were prepared but it's simply not possible to prepare yourself for this

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i serve mary elizabeth, the head honcho of the victorian pta, some fuckin. jellied eels off this plate and when she gets to the bottom and sees 'prepare to meet thy god' she starts screaming bc she understandably takes this as my confession to feeding her arsenic. PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD, motherfucker. this murder plate was £85. this is the plate a horror movie villain would serve their victims asbestos laced brownies off of. i love it sm