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sometimes i open tumblr in public, am reminded that 85% of my dash is word porn (and sometimes @chaotic-mystery or @luvrxbunny jumpscares me w real porn) and i close it again and sit with my thoughts

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they’re like Greek sirens for bisexual men

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roy kent absolutely loves a full bush

you cannot change my mind.

slightly smutty drabble under the cut

Roy is ravenously tearing your bottoms off of you, to which you grab his arms to slow him down. "Wait, wait, wait- maybe we can skip that tonight? I-I haven't shaved in a while, or even trimmed...so it's kinda wild down there. You don't have to do that," you insist with a warm, yet apologetic smile.

Roy just looks at you like you beamed down from space, called him a cow, and spoke in tongues.

"...What." It's less of a question and more of a bland statement. Almost as if he's processing out loud. "Do you not want me to? If you don't want me to, then I won't," he says, raising an eyebrow, his hands still frozen on the waistband of your panties.

"No, no, I mean-yeah, I'd like that, I'm just saying, don't feel obligated. Like I said, it's untamed."

Roy can't help but fucking scoff. And for the second time in your life, he literally ripped the panties off of you, making you yelp in surprise. He tosses the shreds...erm, elsewhere before taking in your beautiful sight, helping you lay back as he massages your thighs, slightly parting them. "There she is...my girl."

He's not talking to you...he's talking to her. Your pussy.

"I fucking love her. However she looks. But I especially love her when she's natural, and full. You're a woman, not a girl. I'm no fucking creeper, and this proves that you are a woman. I mean, of course I already know you are but this...this is beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself as his hands slide up the inside of your thighs, making you tremble a little under the ferocity of his gaze. "You fucking hear me?"

You can't help but let out a whimper and a nod. He chuckles in response, ticking his head to the side before leaning down, using his thumbs to pull your folds apart, revealing his next meal to him. "I'll get you for not using your words later, but this is too fucking appetizing to pass up."

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“i’m judging you.”

“for what?” she asked.

“for laying face down, ass up in my bed, manically laughing.”

@iggee-rose

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daisy jones and the six + vinyl covers

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A quick happy Terzo I speedpainted based on a mutual’s edit of him smiling! It was so cursed, yet so wholesome 🫣❤️

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You will never ever walk alone

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YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM KAZOO JESUS

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i’m gonna piss myself holy fuck lmfao

All hail the upmost kazoo master. Gaze upon his glory and weep.

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this ghoul got magic hands damn

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I saw this art done by @vanmec (which is freaking beautiful btw, go like their post), and I have a theory about how Popia will die…hold on for this one, rats.

I know we have seen the poster of Popia with “Jesus is Coming” on the bottom, and he ends his shows in that fun little pose that looks like he’s been crucified. I believe Papa will be crucified, point blank period. I also believe the next Papa will be the Anti-Christ.

And I believe it will be Terzo, coming back to take his place. He had the most violent death, the most personal death. Some say it was Popia’s way of helping Terzo escape the church, others say it was Popia’s revenge for being bastardized. Either way, I think Terzo will crucify Popia and return as the Anti-Christ. ( I personally believe it was a mercy killing, and I will explain that later). Now you may be wondering- what are my sources? Don’t worry, I have receipts.

In the lyric book for Imperative, you can see Terzo in the background of “Watcher in the Sky”, implying he has some kinda supernatural, almost god-like ability to watch over others. In that song, he also sings “We signal to another dimension”…maybe where Terzo is, telling him to take up his place?

Then, in “respite on the spitalfield”, he sings “did no one hear the distant thunder?”, which is a call to Circe from Meliora, Terzos album.

Now, I said that I believe the beheading was a mercy killing, and incredibly personal for the two brothers. In “Respite etc”, Popia is saying goodbye. I won’t cite all the lines about leaving, but it’s basically in every verse. And can you just imagine him being crucified during that song, and as the ghoulettes sing those haunting vocals, the cross, with papa on it is being raised…and then Terzo appears when the guitars begin to play the same riff from “Imperium”.

anyways, i have literal chills writing this, but i’m curious what other people think will happen. thank you for coming to my TerzoTalk.

#ghost #ghost x reader #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa terzo #papa popia #popia #cardinal copia #papa iv #papa iii #ghost band theory #impera album #impera tour #circe #maliora album #rats #ghoulettes #ghouls

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the next papa after copia should be tobias in drag as sister imperator

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I see no difference 😁😁😁

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You're drinking my blood.. but it's deadly to you.

Yes.

So you'll die.

So will you. Did you really think that after all this time I would let it hurt?

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When he’s scrawny and vulnerable 🤑

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Same!!! I always have this thought in my head of Wayne telling eddy’s girlfriend or Dustin or just a friend “His mothers dead. And his father is in prison for putting her in the ground.”

!!!!!!!!!!!! that dialogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tell the duffers they're out of a job and all it took was a fuckin sentence

i can just imagine like. eddie doesn't talk about his family or his past. just wayne. just his life after ten years old or so.

you don't ask about it. the one time you did he got uncharacteristically quiet. his face totally fell and he got really pale. like all the life just completely drained from him.

"i don't like talking about it," was all he said.

so you avoid the subject.

then one day you're chillin at the house (wayne was able to upgrade after the earthquake) when you find a family picture. they're rare, since what few photos wayne had were mostly lost when the upside down became the right side up, but you can tell this one was salvaged. it's of a younger wayne and a dark-haired woman, sitting at a table. in her arms is an infant with a stark patch of black curls.

"that's julia."

wayne startles you, the way he can always move around so quietly. he walks up next to you and lifts the photo from its place on the bookshelf, holding it so you can get a better look.

"eddie's mom."

"... what happened to her?"

wayne takes you into the kitchen and makes the two of you some coffee. he sets with the photo between the two of you on the table, silent for a while as he finds the words.

"julie was a good woman," he tells you. "had a kind heart. too kind. fell in with my bastard brother thinkin' she could fix him. all he did was beat her blind. when eddie was ten, she was gonna leave. move 'em to chicago. rob found out and wouldn't have none of it. beat her so bad she was unrecognizable. neighbors called the cops, rob was arrested, and julia died in the hospital. i thank god every day that eddie was asleep and didn't have to see none of it."

you notice that wayne's hand is shaking, so you take it to steady him. he grips you so hard your circulation threatens to stop.

"i loved julia like a sister. and she loved her little boy. he's the reason that sick son of a bitch will rot in prison for the rest of his life. went and testified in front of a whole courtroom about the abuse his father did to him. was only eleven."

both of you are weeping at this point. unbeknownst to you, eddie lingers in the hall, listening to his uncle's retelling and biting back his own tears.

"he grew up into a good man. got his mother's soul. handsome as the devil like his father without the evil behind his eyes. smart as a whip, too."

eddie clears his throat. you whirl around, swallowing thickly when you meet his eye. he smiles, the expression half-formed and broken at the edges, and joins you at the table.

"it's okay," he whispers. his voice is choked. "i'm okay."

a few weeks later he takes you to her grave. you bring flowers, and he introduces you to her as if she can actually hear him. maybe she can. the spot is so peaceful, you can almost imagine her sitting there with you, kissing your cheeks and welcoming you into her little corner of bliss.

you and eddie visit julia every year on her birthday after that. you pack a picnic, and eddie brings his guitar and you a book, and you spend the day there. he shares memories of her - how she taught him to sew, how she had the most beautiful singing voice, how her pancakes are still the best he's ever had.

it isn't too many years until you're holding a dark-haired infant of your own, propping her up in your lap as you settle into the blanket for another annual picnic. the little girl giggles as she reaches for her father, tugging locks of his mane and grasping at the guitar pick dangling from his neck (he chuckles when she puts it in her mouth).

you lean in close to the headstone and whisper, so only you and the universe can hear:

"her name is julia."