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Dude that gifset of iv alone on his knees doing the mask pulling when iii is not there is going to make me cry fr. I almost never cry but this one i can feel it in my throat and omfg i'm going to sob. Like. It's both slutty as fuck and romantic but also yearning and sad ????? You cannot do this to me you little faggot. That is just not allowed. He's just there being fine as fuck and absolute thighs and tummy and tits and abdomen and teasing with the mask and reaching for a lover that isn't there. I am actively not okay. I have loved people who aren't there more than people who are there and this just kicks me in the ribs and uppercuts me in the jaw. This grabs me by the hair and hits my head against the sink. I am going to lie there like a dead body, staring in the dark as the cold fingers of whatever the fuck this is tighten my trachea and i just feel awful but in a good way i guess ? Like the fact that iv still does the high five thing and this even if iii is gone, that iii's existence has impacted and still impacted iv's performances even during his absence just locks me in an iron maiden. And like. During tlyw iv fucking cried ???? How am i supposed to take this ???? Like man. Don't be sad you're so sexy haha. I am in pain. I am contemplating tearing my heart out of my rotten body with my bare disgusting hands. They love each other so much. If they get separated again i will become a terrorist. I am having a mental breakdown. Gn.

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I ATE GLUE AND IT TASTED REALLY FUCKING BAD

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YOU GUYS I HAS SUCH A HORNY THOUGHT ABOUT THE EEPIES !!!! IT'S ABOUT BOOBIES :DDDD

@moonchild-in-blue may I hear your thots about this 👉👈

Okay so my boy II is so strong and composed and humble and takes his stand BUT sometimes he is just. Baby. Not quite like regression but he just gets really needy and yearny and quasi-non-verbal and he is at the perfect height to just nuzzle in the voobies so he does that randomly and Vessel is used to it and honestly likes it so he lets him do that.

And then one day Vessel isn't wearing a shirt (as he does almost always) and II's lips brush against his pec and his pupils expend like he snorted a fat line of coke and kinda freezes and Vessel goes "Oh baby..." with a fond smile and leads him to bed.

Vessel sits on the bed and has II laid on his lap and before he knows it II has a tit in his mouth and a hand in his hair. II gently yet eagerly kneads the voob and his brain is empty no thought just booba. And then the two other fuckwads enter the room with the intent of messing with their usually stoic drummer.

Because they have mad boobas too. Let's be honest. So they sit on the bed, shirts off. And I know III's chest is proper hairy. Don't fucking lie to my face. IV has a softer less visible but still present fuzz as well. And they look at II with gentle smiles and caress him tenderly, cupping his cheeks and placing their warm hands on his waist and hips and thighs and chest. And cooing sweet nothings and praise in his ears. And like II takes turn with each of them and gets a taste of all of them. And like. Mad praise and pet names. And II just stares with his big blue boba baby eyes and says nothing and just does as he's told.

IDK MAN I'M JUST REALLY THINKING ABOUT BOOBIES ALL OF A SUDDEN IDKKKKKKKKKKKKK (can you blame me)

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What if buttholes had teeth

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"I wanna go where nobody else will ever go"

I WANT TO TRESSPASS. I WANT TO INVADE PROPERTY. I WANT TO GO IN A NUCLEAR REACTOR. CITY TRIP IN CHERNOBYL. BREAK IN SOMEWHERE I SHOULD NOT BE. I WANNA GO IN PLACES ABANDONED BY HUMANS AS I AM. I WANNA CALL HOME SOMEWHERE NOBODY ELSE WOULD EVER GO. I WANNA LOVE AN UGLY PLACE. I WANNA GO IN A DEAD PLACE. DEAD UGLY ENVIRONMENT. DESOLATE WASTELAND.

#i yearn for trespassing #i miss it #also abandoned places #fucking love buildings in ruin #polteergeistt rambles #need to go in a lifeless place

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I am awake. I had one of the most resting and comfortable sleep of my life. I took a shower and I got dressed. I ate breakfast. I am sat on the floor of my room, on a fuzzy rug I've known since my first days on Earth. The birds are singing. The sky is white, completely flooded by clouds. There is a little bit of rain, just enough so that my window can be wide open and I can still hear it fall on the glass. I am playing the guitar for myself, a slow and relaxing Take Me Back To Eden. All is well in my big blue world.

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Blasting tmbte and having religious experiences rn like singing my lungs out and shit seeing how euphoric i am I wonder what it would be like at a ritual with my moots and stuff omgggfgggff

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Vessel runs around in the woods and howls. It's canon. I know. I have visions.

One day he dragged the others in this too and they thought it was weird at first but they didn't want to offend him so they tried and turns out it's really fun so now there are 4 masked cryptid guys running around and howling in english forests.

I also like to imagine them playing by a river and splashing each other and looking for pretty rocks (III got the most prettiest rocks. He's a natural at this.). I also like to imagine II crawling and climbing on a fallen tree or a low thick branch on all fours and settling on it like a panther. IV likes to climb too but he wants to go really high and sometimes scare the shit out of the others but he's fine he's a big boy.

And then when they're tired they find a patch of comfy grass or moss and lie down together (as the gods abandon the heavens to find them, you know the drill). They just lay flat on their back with their hands under their head or they cuddle and use each other as pillows. They make crowns out of random plants. Sometimes, they chose someone who will be some sort of canvas and the others will pick up things and arrange them on him and make him look pretty. When Vessel is the chosen one, he gets daisies on his nipples.

I feel like they would do Land art. For those who don't know, land art is basically art with natural items. It's usually done on the ground. It could be rocks arranged in a certain manner to form a drawing or something with plants and sticks. I imagine they would do their logo, like some kind of offering to Sleep, or marking their territory. They see that their runes scare the locals and make them come up with crazy conspiracy theories and they laugh at them. I feel like IV is more the kind of guy to do a sculpture out of sticks. II makes fragile towers of pebbles and rocks. III obviously does things with flowers (mostly crowns) because he's a flower boy. Vessel plays around with moss mostly.

Vessel : moss boy

II : rock boy

III : flower boy

IV : stick boy

And yes, I know, I said that III was the one who finds the prettiest rocks. It's true. But those rocks are mostly fit for decoration and not construction. He does give some of his little treasures to II rocks for his towers. As the prettiest and most special ones, they belong at the top of the towers. And II offers III flowers as well. They all kinda find good stuff for each other.

Now that I think about it, it would be more logical for II to be the stick boy because he's the drummer. But he still likes rocks and he has a patience monumental, which us greatly needed when making rock towers. It requires a willpower and self-control that he masters to perfection and he feels really proud of himself afterwards. And IV likes sticks because he can make 3D stuff easily, with a bit or string and imagination.

And of course, all of their creations come together. They end up making villages for fairies, when in reality their inhabited by bugs and small mammals. It's nice to dream sometimes. They are also offerings to Sleep as I mentioned earlier. At the end of the day, it's just a nice way to spend time together and unwind after an overwhelming tour or a random date just because.

This is what being seen by my fav writer and by other ppl obsessed with this band like me does to me <3 i love this fandom to death so take care of yourself, yeah ? Go hang out in the woods, it's always nice.

Worship <3

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What if we could manipulate genetics so we could have angels and merfolk and centaurs and basically do anything with the human genome but also consider the fact that this society is evil and this technology would 100% get weaponized so we would have evil captain america but imagine a group of rebel acquiring it through a fallen ally so we have a dystopian novel around the concept of genetic manipulation regarding the possibilities and the societal consequences and how some products of those manipulations would be adored and others ostracized and how deshumanized they would be and the biologistic classifications would all be obsolete and as products breed the number of pure beings that are not the result of a mutation on any level whatsoever gets rarer as time progresses. Which I will not write.

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Do you ever miss how simple love could be ?

Have you never wished you could tell anyone "I love you" ? Because these are simple words, really, and they are true not only to lovers. We love our family, our friends, our pets, but we don't tell them. We don't say "I love you" because it seems like such a big deal, it seems so hard to say, so special. I wish I could say "I love you" to a random person, an artist whose art I enjoyed, a content creator who brings comfort, someone who gives me a hand, a janitor, but I can't. The feeling is still there. These people do incredible stuff, or maybe they don't and I just like them. But I can't tell them "I love you" because it's weird, cringe, embarrassing. We don't just say that to people. We barely even say it to our closest ever person. People don't want someone telling them that they love them, out of the blue and without having talked to them ever. That's creepy. It makes them uncomfortable. But the feeling is still there. Nothing can erase love just like that. And it will sting, it wants to be expressed, but it can't, so it goes away. Sometimes it comes back stronger everytime, but it will eventually vanish. No more Love. Even this rambling is weird. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I can't express my love and appreciation and that's just my fault. I would love to learn, but I believe that this weird need won't leave either way. Now that I think about how silly this all is, I feel freaked out too. The love evaporates. I see how awkward this all is. It might come back. But again, it will leave. I don't know what to do with myself and my emotions, but it's okay because no one will read this far.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for months #i assume its time for it to see the light of day #polteergeistt rambles

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The yearning song will always be Davy Jones's theme song to me. His story just drives me insane everytime I remember it.

10 years in the sea for one day on land.

Imagine loving someone so much that you would be willing to give them time, the most precious mortal possession, something not even the richest kings can afford. Imagine loving them so much you don't even look for a more convenient partner. You don't look for someone who will be by your side for those long decades, you won't look for someone who won't put conditions, because you want them. No matter what, you will always be drawn back to them, even if you tear yourself out of humanity to escape them, even if you become a monster, a mere shell of a person, even if they made you become someone as feared as the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Even as you become the very definition of the Devil...

"Know that my heart will always belong to you."

Know that, despite everything I've become, despite the darkness to which my heart succumbed, the sorrow, the grief, the hurt, the pain, and all of which you caused, I will always be yours. Know that my devotion to you is eternal. Know that, even if I transcended the realm of Men and became a legend myself among the ones told about the oldest gods and most terrifying demons and the unknown depths, I will always remain a mere mortal, not immune to your divine charms and entrancing spells, just like everybody else.

I am not special, my love, but you, you truly are a wonder.

And it's so devastating. Davy Jones does so much for everybody and always ends up betrayed in the end. He always goes out of his own way to come to an agreement, so that everybody can be happy, and all he gets is stabbed in the back, or rather in the heart.

He waits an eternity for love, and gets no love.

He offers a trade to get what is rightfully his for his service, and doesn't get anything.

He kills his beast and fights succesfully for another army, and gets treated like an insignificant servant.

It's just not fair. It's so not fair. All of this turmoil is let go in an epic organ arrangement like a thunderstorm, or trapped in a small locket, like the slow quiet drips of tears in the cold, in the dark, and all alone.

#don't mind me just rambling about my specialest blorbo who i will always love dearly and hold special to my chest #davy jones #potc #davy jones potc #polteergeistt rambles #will yearning hours

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Do you ever think about the fact that people are called dogs when they are disgusting and uncivilised and gross or kicked dogs when they are pathetic and can't recover from what they've been through or act hurt but really aren't but at the same time dogs are the most cuddly and loving creatures on Earth and when they are violent it's because they were mistreated so they bite back in anger but in reality they are the sweetests and my grandma's dog helped me learn how to walk and my current dog sits with me and lets me cuddle her whenever I need someone and she is the only one I allow around me when memories especially regarding ptsd are being difficult because I do and it deeply upsets me. There is a reason why there are service dogs. There is a reason why they are called the human's best friend. There is a reason why they are the first domesticated animal.

True love is stored in a dog's heart.

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I think that our brain and emotions being electricity and chemicals is fascinating.

This is me turning into a mad ignorant scientist who makes conclusions about what he can see in his rather narrow vision. Just a little lad discovering his brain like a newborn in the great world.

Like... Chemicals. You can manipulate that stuff, create reactions. It doesn't work like any chemicals. You don't just heat it or pour it with other things in an erlenmeyer. You speak. You use your words. Your gestures. Your touch. Your looks. You use a behaviour. You use art. It's not magic, it's science.

There are billions of ways to instill an emotion. Now, the word "manipulate" always scares, but it doesn't have to be in a bad way. It can be "trick", "push", "encourage", "help". To me, in this context, manipulating means triggering an emotion, making it happen.

You can manipulate yourself with music. You listen to sad music when you want to feel sad. You listen to angry music to feel angry. You listen to love songs when you yearn. In this case, music can be a catalyst.

The positivity posts. These help you feel better about xyz with affirmations. See body positivity.

The posts about what's going on in the world. These can push you to feel a certain way about things by telling how the event is/isn't okay. They can push you to feel angry, sad, scandalized, in hope to make you help the situation or protest against it. See the posts about Gaza.

Sometimes, manipulating your emotions is pushing yourself to sit in sunlight when you feel down, taking a deep breath to calm down, practicing your hobby to feel happy, watching horror movies to feel scared, going to a roller coasters park for adrenaline. It can be done for good.

It's the good manipulation that interests me. We've all had this case when a friend says that they are not worthy of good things, that they deserve worse things, that they believe they are ugly inside and/or outside all that jazz. Perhaps this is your case as well. I know it's mine. What if there is a way to change this ? To do the inverse ?

It's basically "fake it till you make it". Being reminded of something multiple times pushes you to believe it. It's about consistency. In a way, that is how my dysphoria and dismorphia became more and more bearable. If I keep this going, it will not bother me anymore. Maybe it can help for ptsd ? That would be wonderful.

I feel like this is a bit too drafty but I know I'm onto something. My brain is weird and I'm trying to deal with it and sometimes I have to connect the dots by myself, but please speak up if you have something to say about this.

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massive ramble below the cut. lots of love for my man <3

I am so fucking unwell you have no idea. This is the perfect picture. It's a close up to Vessel's hand in excellent quality. Never take anything for granted. His second hand isn't really closed on the mic but the other is. We get the good in both worlds. All the details are so nice. I have for Vessel a love that will die after me. Don't try to understand that.

Understand simply how badly I want these fingers on me. I'm not going to rant about it sexually. This website has enough horny and not enough fluffy love and I want to bring the second one more into here, for anyone who wants more romantic stuff than sexual. I'm not going to pretend that I never thought about those fingers around my throat, squeezing it, as his hot breath tickles my collarbone or my ear with dirty talk, because I did. But it's not what I want to talk about now.

I want to talk, more like write, about soft carresses, a thumb circling the back of my hand, holding hands, tight embraces and lazy cuddles, those hands bringing his loved one closer to himself, half asleep on a sunday morning. Those fingertips tracing the outlines of tattoos, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear, slowly running across their knuckles. Gentle physical contacts here and there for the sake of being with someone he loves and trust and making sure they're real.

His motions are all gracious, like a ballerina's dance. His fingers move fluidly when he is calm. They glide in the air, float to their destination slowly, without rushing, and land with infinite delicacy. Vessel is a careful man, always checking on other's reaction to the things he does to them. He softly retreats when he does something that they don't like, and keeps going if they enjoy it. He has tough strong hands with long flexible fingers. He knows what they are capable of. He knows the beauty they could create. He knows the catastrophes they could cause. He knows all the teasing and healing as well. He is very well aware of his power and he will be just as wary as of how he is going to use it. He will always make sure that they please his loved one(s). And boy oh boy do they please.

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what's the difference between sowing a seed and digging a grave

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Oh my god I love the english language

Turtle

It's so beautiful

Turdle. Turtulh. Tutrl. Turrrlt. Tortlu. Turtol. Totrl. Turtlol. Tordl. Tordol. Turl.

Greatest word for echolalia moment

#i've been repeating this word for half an hour because it feels so smooth on my tongue #it has good texture yk ? #polteergeistt rambles