No fuckin waaaY!
Also the way yhe collar is fluffying up his hair is fucking adorable
Gaaaah
Credit @kerrangmagazine
Holy shit, this is gorgeous!!!
like a mother would save ⋆˚꩜。
her own child from digging a grave
The booklet is a bit underwhelming.
Oh, it's a let down.
Like the covers are fine, the cover is cool, the new bone grucifix is cool.
But. . . .I'm a bit sad the inside is so damn plain.
The Script, Cool. The Lyrics, readable.
But there's no extra photos, like behind the scenes or best shots of the music videos.
There's no personal notes about the songs, or scrawls or doodles or anything.
The last page is how to contact their various teams, in Dark Grey on Black.
There's no dedications or thanks yous or anything remotely personal.
I'm a bit stunned. I just like those details, they're a glimpse into the creative minds, and they're so interesting.
I haven't bought a BRAND NEW CD since Bowie dropped Blackstar and dipped the mortal plane.
I actually really miss the stupid cellotape seals that had the album and band name on them. I used to keep them on my notebooks and stuff.
Kids these days won't get that annoying wrestle with the case because they had 2 of those seals. The bottom one was just clear.
Still, damn it felt good to open a CD case again.
Dear fellow "Big Boned" Ghoulettes with "Aprons":
This costume actually fits FLATTERINGLY!!! (Some of us are exhausted and can't find the energy to make costume from scratch right now).
It's also not the most uncomfortable lycra I've ever worn, it actually feels sort of breatheable? Might not die in Summer concert dates???
We'll see how well it takes being hotfix gem'd next.
PROOF COSTUME EXISTS ON A BIG BONED APRON BODY:
Cat tax because the mask terrified him.
Heh, there was a V there! Snazzy sequin jacket and shiny skull mask. He had been other Papa's as well and we chatted about using Merhon for cosplay.
The record store I went to was absolutely AWESOME! They had MOOD!
DO MORE FUN THINGS ,GHOULS.
Grab that ridiculous urge to do something silly, AND GO DO IT!
I'll never not go to an event simply because I am alone, ever again.
Life is far too short to not wear the Bone Ghoulette out to a midnight Album Launch.
So this is just hiding out there on the internet (I need to be rhinestoning, but I'm just stoned scrolling)
This meme, but your favorite papa outfits.
Imagine this POV with me: (a little fiction for the fun of it and because sleep is not happening)
They see you.
They. See. You.
You're standing in a crowd of people crushing through the arena corridors between food vendor lines that are absurdly in the way, and the noisy merch sellers.
You find yourself trapped in a standstill. You're nearly crushed up against the person that dead stopped infront of you. There's just so many lines over lapping and people dead stopping to gawk at their tickets and phones.
No one ever looks up.
But, in these moments where you feel your heart pounding too hard and the crush of the crowd too much, you got in the habit of looking up to find free space to breathe.
You closed your eyes. Tilted your chin up and up, letting your head fall back against your shoulders. And inhaled.
The arena air wasn't anything special. Beer is always a sharp, cutting note through the grease of hot dogs and popcorn. You keep breathing a few lungfuls more.
As you open your eyes, expecting to see a white painted criss-cross of steel girders and concrete slabs, you instead make contact with darkness.
You're so surprised by the unexpected, that you can't really understand what you're looking at until it moves. And shines.
About 20 feet above you, gliding along a catwalk, is The Band.
You're stunned. You're seeing them. And they're very clearly seeing you. Except, no way. Right? Nah, you're one face in this chaotic sea of fans, there's no way.
Tobias has been walking with his head focused on the crowd. He loves to see his congregation before sevice. Welcoming them with love and blessings for a good evening. He is the silent Watcher in the Sky right here, right now, and the irony is enough to make you chuckle.
The Ghoulettes are clearly gawking at all of you and are just as excited to see how many fans there are as you are to see all of the band.
You smile, a really big, toothy grin, as you watch them walk by. This is such a peaceful and rare moment. Like a nature documentary, but you're both observers and rare beautiful creatures to the other.
What if?
You just?
Waved?
You slowly, careful not to draw attention from the rest of the crushing crowd that isn't paying the slightest attention to anything, raise one hand over your head and.
Shake shake. Just a quick little wiggle of the wrist.
No way they saw that. Right?
Right?
I do very much like the contrast between Copia's fear of death and in a way 'plea' for Life Eternal, while Perpetua lays down and accept that everyone, including himself, will have to pass away eventually
i think this album is Like That bc tobias is just genuinely having fun with it and im SOOOO glad for it. this is fan service and hes the fan being serviced. keep it up bestie
Did I miss the beginning of the premiere?
Yes.
Did I see the sick guitar solos at the end?
YES.
Do I need Bat Papa V forever?
FUCK YES
Zister Zaraphina- a Fan creation for the creative outlet of the grief emotions of a Widow. TALK ABOUT BEING SATANIZED! Making Bat Bone Ghoulette+Radiant Sacred Heart Cosplay
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