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Is Tumblr just fuckin bots now? Why can't I make friends anymore...?

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Shoyoen garden, Rinnoji Temple, Japan ( via )

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This is who ruined my life at 13 years old

~*RAWR*~

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SPIRITBOX 2022

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Token of The Spiritbox - Part One

Am I crazy?  Did I do a Sleep Token/Spiritbox fanfic at midnight on a work day at 32 years old?  Yes.  Yes, I did.  And it’s coming out AMAZING. 

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Far too warm to be January.  Far too quiet to be just outside the city limits.  He didn’t like it.  Every crunch of brittle tree litter beneath his boots made Mike Stringer uneasy.  He knew it didn’t make sense.  It was just a pre-tour camping trip before the 3 month long trek across North America, but something about the night air felt too damp. Too thick.  He took the winding path back down the hill to the campsite where Courtney LaPlante and Zev Rosenberg were waiting for him by the flames of a dwindling fire.

“About time!  Thought you were eaten by a bear or something,” Courtney poked. “I’d like to refrain from looking for a new husband any time soon.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.  Don’t you know?” he replied with a cheeky grin, “I wrestled a bear once!”

Courtney looked up slowly from the legal pad she was scribbling lyrics on - lyrics she was not entirely sure she wanted to share.  Her glasses were perched precariously on the bridge of her slender nose and for a brief moment, she wondered how she had survived his jokes for so long.  To be fair, without that band, she wouldn’t have met him at all and that was not a thought she cared to dwell on.  “Just put the wood on the fire, Mike,” she chuckled softly.

“Hey, I thought it was a pretty sweet throwback,” Zev called from his tent.  He had been mindlessly drumming with two sticks, enjoying the residual warmth of the fire without being too close to it.  He was comfortably tired and cozy in a puffy jacket and sweatpants.  It was nice to be out and about again with his friends.  Mike seemed a bit off, but he was predisposed to being more quiet than usual right before a long stretch of shows.  He took nothing for granted and always had making the fans happy on his mind.  If it was one thing that man enjoyed doing, it was playing for others.

Snap.

Courtney dropped her pen with a start.  Realizing that she also tilted the legal pad a bit too far forward, she quickly pulled it to her chest. “What was that?” she whispered.

Snap.

The sound was moving closer.  Painstakingly slow but moving, nonetheless.  She whipped her head towards the treeline to look for her husband.  Zev had heard it, too, and crawled quietly towards Courtney, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.  Mike, without any sort of weapon at the ready, methodically scanned the campsite for something to wield at whatever was out there.  So there actually was something out there causing the hair to stand up on his forearms after all.  Please don’t let it actually be a bear, he thought to himself.  No, that sounded like human footsteps...  A human, he could take.  The seconds passed like hours and Courtney thought she might stop breathing.  Zev could feel her trembling and gripped her shoulder a little tighter for reassurance.  And just in case he had to push her out of the way of whatever was about to happen.

A strangely tall figure, fully cloaked and wearing a battered white mask that vaguely resembled what could pass for an alien skull, emerged from the forest.  No weapon.  No shirt.  No…shoes?  Peekaboos of milky flesh showed through a thick, black paint.

“What the…?” Mike staggered backwards, not quite sure what to make of what he was staring at.

After a long pause, assumingly to dispel any fear of imminent danger, the cloaked figure spoke.

Sort of.

“Do the three of you make up the musical fellowship they call Spiritbox?”  It was a man’s voice through a robotic distortion filter.  He sounded vaguely British, but it was hard to tell.

No one spoke.  The crickets played their violin legs and owls hooted in the distance.  At this point, Courtney had lost her glasses in the dirt beneath her feet and the pen had once again slipped from her fingers.

“Do not be afraid.  I am the Vessel of the deity, Sleep.  You must accompany me.  It is very urgent,” the man said in a calm voice.

Zev shook his head wildly.  “Oh, no.  Hell no.  You can forget that.  I didn’t sign up for any of this creepy, ‘ritualistic sacrifice’ kinda stuff when I joined this band.  Let’s go.”  He took Mike and Courtney by the arms and turned to face the direction of the road.

As if created from the breath of the night sky, three other human forms wearing similar yet slightly different clothing made themselves known, blocking Spiritbox from leaving the campsite.  They were surrounded.

“Who are you and what do you want with us?” Courtney barked.  The adrenaline kicked into high gear and she stared down the masked leader, her nerves giving way to a steely resolve to get back to her dogs and cloudy Canadian afternoons on the porch.

“You may simply call me Vessel.”  He gestured to the other three people.  “I, Two, Three, and Four comprise Sleep Token.  You have been chosen to assist us in resurrecting the Temple of Respite.  The world depends on you.  On us.  I will explain everything on the way to the worship hall, but you must hurry.”

Spiritbox was silent.  The world fell silent.  The only audible sound was Vessel’s breath against the back of his hardened clay face covering.  Mike eventually cleared his throat.  “As ridiculous as this sounds, do we have a choice?”

“MIKE!” Courtney exclaimed.  Her deep brown eyes bore a hole through him. 

“What?!  We’re in the middle of nowhere, we can’t get back to the cars easily, and we can’t hike home.  We have to go with them.”

Zev quietly agreed.  He was bubbly, kind, and funny, but he knew when to be serious and now was one of those times.  Completely disarmed and feeling the shiver settle back into her gut, Courtney mumbled, “Fine,” and they set off into the moonlit night, not knowing how their decision would radically change the future.

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Me, going through my notifications in the morning, about to block another round of pornbots

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Sleep Token - Blood Sport

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Oh. Okay, Vessel. 🥵

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LIVE: SLEEP TOKEN @ THE UNDERWORLD, CAMDEN [x]

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This is America. #voteblue https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmy3ANJMakK/

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Dude wtf are we doing about these spam blogs? This is STUPID.

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idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

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the moon in paintings. x

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Stop what you're doing and listen to this

I WASN'T READY