#GHOST LOOOOOOK

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

@localowlhousefanatic

Beca & Chloe || Birds of a Feather

[mustbolt]

[pluplupluto]

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[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

I put Lizz (aromantic) in The Shirt™️ :3

(Took longer that it should have to get this done lmao)

YEAH!!!!! LIZZ LETS GOO

@little-paper-ghost-child LOOOOOOK

[kanene-yaaay]

AWWWWW NO BUT FOR REAL THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! I think the dynamic between those three can be so great and fun and dorky and sillyyyyy. So much potential aaaaa

No to mention that Jico DEF deserves a lot of tickles and giggles. Da gremlin boi needs more sunshine and happiness in his life 🤍💗💗💚💛💛💙💜💚💗🤍❤️💟💙💜💚❣️💖💖🖤💛❣️💝❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺

@proscrix dude, your luck, you... Like, you read my mind xD

I actually draw it 👀

[natjennie]

the urge to look at the button house archives drive pdf is soooo strong rn i want to see it and im sad and the ghosts make me feel better i wanna looooook.

[blogofloathing]

Part 1 of 1! Victoria And The Simone's Monster

"Ahh cmon Victoria just looooook" Simone urged the less than ecstatic girl, "okay okay I'm lookin"

She said exasperated, but her smile always gave it away. "This time it'll really really work just look"

Sidling over to the overzealous machine that sat as the grand centered piece of her workshop,

Victoria couldn't help but notice how good she looked in her work clothes as she walked away.

A belt of tools around her filled out waistline, over sized gloves and boots hatting her appendages.

All black and adjoined fittingly by a leather apron.

To call them work clothes was almost to lie, as she wore them most of the time, though of course, she was most often found working in her shop.

And she had to agree with her own lingering gaze, Simone sure looked good in black.

"Safety first!" Simone said cheesily, clicking on her goggles she'd designed to fit over glasses.

And pulling a lever dramatically, a blaze in her eyes not unlike one she had seen in them before.

Even Victoria could feel the fire licking at her face.

Various gears and raggling bolts spun with the release of whatever mechanism the lever held.

A machine pulled straight from an era long forgotten, a mechanical rodeo bull of all things

Large and limbless, it looked to weigh over a thousand pounds, and smelled quite ill too.

To top off the less than pleasing image, something that must be a replica cow skull was affixed to the neck, as if she was attempting to truly revive it.

It was in undoubtedly bad shape, but whatever technowizardry Simone had pulled off seemed to have worked, as the oversized beast came to life.

Shaking wildly back and forth, bucking off a non existent rider, or maybe displaying gracefully in hopes of attracting some cowpoke to test it.

As the voltage increased it stopped dancing the fleas off it, and began thrashing violently.

Shuddering and creaking against its own metal pieces, a whine like the moo of a hellcow.

And.. that's all it did, Victoria seemed to have been waiting for something else to happen.

Meanwhile Simone looked back at her expectantly, as if she would soon burst into praise.

"Well it's certainly very loud!" She said to Simone, having to shout over the clanging beast.

"So is that it?" Clearly not as impressed as she had hoped, the glossy haired gal hopped off the small platform she stood on, disengaging the lever.

The smoldering horror finally coming to a full stop, the metal still whining hauntingly as it slowed.

"Wasn't that absolutely incredible??" Spoken with a manic tinge to her voice, as if she'd been working on it all night, Victoria—as always with her weird contraptions—was completely dumbstruck.

Sure she had jumped and loudly exclaimed "holy fuck!! that is so cool.." upon first seeing the wildly skittering metal, even begging Simone for a chance to ride it, but, this was the 5th time in the week she had called her over frantically.

Seemingly incapable of waiting for a response Simone immediately began explaining in detail "I added six new macroplastic bolts and another round of hadromalectric fibro optics really it's a marvel what it's able to do but that's not even the end of if once I get this weird power source working it'll be even more marvelous," taking a deep breath before resuming her rant in earnest.

"I'm sitting ontop of brand new science here Victoria!" Her eyes crazed, wild with excitement

Simone continued at length for what might have been several hours at a conservative estimate,

Even grabbing Victoria's shoulders in excitement and shaking her wildly like a ragdoll at points.

"I can't believe you're not as excited as me really you should be this is, really.." she practically screamed in her face, faltering slightly at the growing quiet spot from where she stood.

And finally returning to earth long enough to see the look on her freckled friends dusty face, it was one of blank speechlessness. Not out of boredom,

Like she had just witnessed the most beautiful ghost she'd ever seen, pale and flushed all at once.

A bright maroon stretched between her cheeks, somewhat matching her tinged brown hair.

The air itself seemed to gain a new thickness to it, as if Victoria had suddenly shrunk to microscopic size, clinging to gusts of wind to stay afloat.

"I.. well, it's very cool to me, but I.. hope I haven't talked too muc-" to which Victoria immediately cut off with a loud refute "no! I love hearing you talk about your weird machines! Even if I don't always understand it! I just.. love hearing you talk.."

Unconsciously grabbing her already naturally outstretched hands, their faces a moment apart.

She opened her mouth to go on, but seemed somewhat star struck being so close to her.

Surprised by her forward actions as if it hadn't been her, Simone's hands didn't feel real.

They were warm, but held a strange coldness she couldn't place, comforting in equal parts.

The tension standing between them was harder than any barrier of brick, stone and plaster.

Something in the heat of freshly placed wall tiles radiating in the distance echoed their feelings, though neither had the strength to speak it.

"I- t-thank you.." Simone said, shyly, a tone unlike her, like seeing a charging buck wilt into a doe.

Suddenly sensing the shift in mood, she backed off, "oh, s-sorry I, er" an awkward energy pushing back on the two like a tangible force of the wind.

A moment of agonied silence rang out, the two fearing their voices would never return.

Like this moment of weakness would be the last of any moment they would share together,

before Victoria said aloud, in a careful, tentative waltz, letting the words room to breathe.

"You can tell me more.. about your machine, if you want to" fingers intertwining more intricately,

Forming a mess of circuitry, their twin nervous systems sparking violently middleman.

As if this simple connection would light the world on fire around them with its intensity.

"Well.." their bodies were so close they could almost feel the texture of each others clothes.

The gravitational pull of their adjoined hearts threatening to collapse into a blachole.

"I'll listen forever.. it helps you've got a cute voice, makes the science talk more bearable" she said, a nervous giggle in an attempt to deny sincerity.

Simone couldn't quite quell whatever high end engine Victoria had replaced her heart with.

It made her muscles tense up as if the torque on all her systems was up to 11, what was this feeling,

It was something she'd felt before certainly, a glide along her skin, a brush against her hands.

Something that prickled and shot out sparks like a firecracker, beating the surface of her skin red.

She realized, something in this girl, it made her come back for more everytime,

Left her starving whenever she couldn't, an urge inside her, hungry for its dinner.

Duel heartbeats ripe to tear free of their hosts and ravage on another like starving wolves.

"Well, by attaching the magnoflesium to the anglo flaskanite.. I could, make sure it stuck together.."

"It's a mineral that binds through contact.. but if you're not carefu, it can be quite brittle"

Their hands slowly parted as she began to regain her composure, like trees outstretched in a lovers embrace, slowly drifting aside with the shifting of earths plates, an unwilling but natural process.

Neither participant truly wanting to let go, but to save face, pulled apart their branches anyway.

A second of mourning taking place in between the moments of their hands being together, and being separate, something of loss felt silently by both.

She sputtered for a beat, like an engine halfway out to pasture, before softly launching back into her rant, the nerdy words treading lightly.

"It's very cutting edge, the way I manufactured the old parts with the new ones.. in ways that actually shouldn't be technographically possible, especially with the inclusion of a rodeo contraption which.. haven't even been a thing since the days of the old west! and at that the technology was rare then too! but for some reason.. I feel I already know how to work these materials as if I've always know-"

While the world clumsily righted itself, and breathing seemed possible again. Victoria was left reeling from the intimacy of the precious moment

Her heart pounded audibly in her ears, the beating against her skin, still left sparkling from the heat.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling for such a nerdy girl, one of them S.I.T smarty pants.

This contradiction of thought and emotion held a strength to knock her smack off of her feet.

Luckily having a miscellaneous workbench just behind her to lean on, her whole body felt oddly tingly, a swarming warmth that invaded her wholly

Left her skin sensitive even to her own touch, god couldn't she imagine what Simone's would feel like

"Are you paying attention Victoria!" Simone said, looking over her shoulder as she was busy detailing some diagram she had set up on the chalkboard.

As she popped back into existence she quickly spat out another smart aleck response for her.

Though her usual veneer of confidence was quite noticeably shakier and less defined right now.

"Oh please I was practically fallin asleep over here!" She bleated sarcastically, the trademark cheeky grin attempting to etch itself back into her continued flustered look, with very little success.

Simone glared back wordlessly, before Victoria followed up with a much more stable "I'm just pullin ya wrench Simmy, I'm watchin"

Hand on her chin as if she were watching the sun dip below the horizon, she sighed contentedly.

Simone's endless rant went on, jumping up and down off the metal dais her machine sat atop, even if she couldn't make sense of it, it was beautiful, simply for the fact of having been made, with so much care by her, it wasn't made for aesthetics.

She didn't know what it was even supposed to do, but seeing how passionate Simone was about it, made her feel that excitement all the same.

Like something of their shared tension was shot through the racketing metal and twitching coils.

Victoria smiled, that winning smirk that knocked em down and struck em out as she liked to say,

The whole workspace seemed to glow, and not just with the mismatched or home made light strings.

But shone bright and fluttering within her lil heart,

All for Simone, a one gal show, she hoped she'd be able to share her work one day, when it was ready.

Until then, it was her turn in the spotlight. Gazing past her as she explained who knows what, it was enough to hear her voice, stern, but so caring..

Part 1 of 1 END! What A Cute Little Moment With These Two, Wonder What She's Working On?

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 30 (17/09/21)

still no Joker this stream. today they played the Submerged map (after a few rounds on Skeld to warm up)

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*in the lobby* Etho: I gotta place one more stair and then I’m done fixing this creeper explosion. Impulse: Are you seriously playing Minecraft right now?! Tango: Impulse, he probably plays Minecraft the entire night and still just wrecks us.

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Impulse: I don’t know what to do! Tango: Vote Evil. Impulse: Okay.

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Mrs Tango: Are we gonna vote anyone for killing my husband, or…? Etho: No, we’re gonna skip.

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Mrs Tango: Can I just say that Etho and Endless were kind of circling around me like some vultures. Endless: I was-! I was talking to you, first off. Mrs Tango: Yep, yep, you were circling around me like a vulture. Astro: I believe that of Endless.

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Astro: That was too quick. Who did [Skizz] try to kill? Pearl: Ohhh he tried to kill Etho! Endless: No he didn’t cuz Etho- Pearl: Wait no, Etho IS dead! Brody: Yeah that doesn’t check out. Etho, dead: Wait, I’m DEAD?!

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Evil: I just want to congratulate Skizz on that first sheriff. The second one sucked, but...

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*after Astro and Brody win as imposters due to Tango’s sheriff misfire* Tango: At least I got to kill Endless. Brody, overlapping: Way to kill Endless, though. Tango: Yeah, that round was a victory for me.

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Astro: I almost pulled an early-Among-Us Tango cuz I was looking at chat and walked right over Evil’s body and had to double back. At least I saw it. Tango: Are you suggesting that I am unobservant? Astro: I said “early” Among Us Tango. Tango: I’m not much better now though.

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Brody: Astro, did you see the flash? Astro: Uh, yeah. I got all flashed in my face. All flashed. Complete nothing.

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Skizz: AAH! I don’t know why I listened to Brody! He’s tall!

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(at this point they move to the Submerged map)

Astro: So did you…? Skizz: I don’t wanna be here anymore. I think I got a- Brody, overlapping: Astro, I’m gonna do this- Astro: *sheriffs Skizz* Brody: -yep, that’s what I thought. Astro, starting a task over the body: Yep. Brody: Do you wanna…? Should we…? Astro, finishing the task: Yeah, we should report it. Fine.

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Astro: So why did- Why did you vote for…? Astro: *sheriffs Endless*

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*after Brody sheriffs Astro* Brody: So hey, c’mon other imposter. I got seven seconds evidently on the timer, so bring it. Impulse: Wooow! *pause* Brody: You’re next, Etho. Etho: Wait, what?!

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Endless: So… I would love to tell you where I found Brody but… good luck with that.

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Skizz, talking to himself: This is why everybody’s sus on me; cuz I have no idea where anything is. Astro, dead: No, it’s because you’re the imposter, Skizz!

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Etho: I’ve been looking for any excuse to vote Skizz out. Skizz: What?! That’s mean!

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*after Brody got Mrs Tango voted out as crewmate* Mrs Tango, dead, dryly sarcastic: Ohhh looooook, Brody’s deaaaaad. Brody, dead: I mean… Mrs Tango, same tone: That’s too bad that Brody’s dead. Brody: I will mute you. Mrs Tango, same tone: Super sad that Brody’s dead. Brody: I’ve muted you.

... *Skizz has been caught killing* Pearl: Skizzley, what tasks have you been doing? What’ve you had this round? *pause* Skizz: ...the one where I stabbed Tango.

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Impulse: When you do kill me though, does your chat get all “you’re awesome you’re amazing you killed Impulse”? Skizz: No they don’t, cuz you’re an easy kill. Impulse: Whoaaaa! >:O Skizz: LET IT BURN!!!!

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*meeting is called, long silence, Etho quietly chuckling* Endless: What’s funny, Etho? Etho: I was just thinking of a joke. About a walnut and a squirrel. *pause* Astro: I’m intrigued. Continue. Etho: So the walnut ate the squirrel… *silence except for Impulse and Mrs Tango giggling quietly in the background* Etho: ...the end. Impulse: Good enough for me. I’m voting Endless. *pause, Impulse and Mrs Tango still laughing* Endless: This is dumb. *Endless is ejected* Endless: I don’t know what I did wrong there, but good job. Astro: I mean, obviously a walnut ate a squirrel and that’s why you got voted out.

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*Endless’s body is reported* Tango: I can’t vote for Endless now! This sucks!

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Tango: This was not Mrs Tango. I was with her the entire time. Etho: You sure that was her though, Tango? How well do you know your wife?

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Impulse: On your task bar, what does it say next to it? Skizz: Nothing! I have to find a whale shark, I got nothing. Impulse: And then next to that in parentheses, what does it say? Skizz: It says- Oh, it says to kill Impulse. Skizz: *kills Impulse* *pause* Astro, a ghost: So Impulse, uh… You know why he doesn’t know how many seconds are on it? Cuz- Cuz he’s the imposter. Impulse: Yeaaahhh...

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Etho: FOR A FACT, it was not Skizzle. *pause* Tango: Well he’s DEAD, so… Pearl: He stabbed himself.

[akiwitch]

Ohhh I love this SO MUCH thank you!!!

Happy Anniversary! That’s awesome!

Ghost Punch is coming out in like three weeks so I pick that one! It’s a horror/paranormal action comedy about a girl finding out she has the ability to touch ghosts (and punch them)

Lots of blue fog, skeletons, witches, ghosts obviously…it’s a good spooky time!

Thank you! And congrats on your story coming out soon, that’s really exciting! ^^ here’s the moodboard, I hope you like it!

Here’s a moodboard for Ghost Punch by @akiwitch!

[just-another-camper]

"Ooh Georgie, you're looking awfully spooky tonight! :D"

Oh, thank goodness. Someone he felt comfortable around. He sighed, twiddling his thumbs from under the sheet.

“...O-oh...haha- th...thanks. I...I-I didn’t...have a real c-costume so...” He moved his arms out from under the sheet and gestured to himself.

“Sh...sheet....sheet ghost-” Promptly putting his arms back under the blanket, he looked back at David.

“Y-you...you looooook...look aw-awfully....f-...funny?” It took him a second to process his own sentence. “I...In...in a g...g-good way...!”

[dontshootmespence]

Supernatural AU: Episode 1 - Born to Fire

Part 1 

I’m a big fan of books when I don’t have to pour over hours and hours of lore. Emerson and Shakespeare are two of my favorites. Actually, Emerson once said “the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Tell that to whatever cosmic entity fucked up the lives of my brothers and me. We keep deciding and ‘they’ keep knocking us off the path we ride.

Ask Sam and he’d tell you he’d make his own destiny. No one was in control but him. Ask Dean and he’d tell you destiny was bullshit.

Me on the other hand? I had to believe my brothers and I, our family, was destined for this. Whatever this even is. Otherwise I’d have no other way to justify the years of unrelenting anguish. Losing Mom. Losing Dad. Heaven. Hell. Torture. Separation. Loneliness. Guilt. So much fucking guilt. If it was destiny, it was palatable – at least for me, but without the drive of destiny behind all this…I would’ve put a bullet in my brain long ago. Boy do I wish we could go back to the good ol’ days. You know, your typical vampires, ghouls, ghosts and werewolves?

Then again, life has never been typical for us and our childhoods were lost before we’d even hit double digits. Again, if this wasn’t destiny, if this was all just happening and we have no say in anything at all, I’ll eat the butt of a gun.

I know the kind of person I want to be, but something about all this seems a little too out of my control. 

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November 1981

“Should we say goodnight to Sammy?” Mary asked with her fingers clasped lightly around Bobbie’s hand. The young girl pulled away and carefully but quickly climbed into the crib to place a kiss on her littlest brother’s head. He’d only been here for six months, but everyone, even the neighbors they barely spoke with could see that the five-year-old girl would already do anything for him. She was a little mother-in-training. That wasn’t to say that Dean wouldn’t do the same. He was hovering around the littlest Winchester almost as much as Mary and his older sister.

With his mother’s help, Dean leaned into the mahogany crib and pecked the top of his baby brother’s head. “Goodnight, Sammy. Love you.”

Although it took another hour, promises to take them to the park in the morning and three bedtime stories, which Bobbie and Dean fought about of course, Mary finally got her eldest two to sleep. With the kids down for the night, she was able to go sleep herself (thankfully, so necessary), waking up just hours later to the white noise from the TV downstairs mixed with the rustling of Sam’s baby monitor. How had parents survived before baby monitors?

“John?” Mary was in bed alone again. He never had been able to sleep well. It was a perfect night, cool but not cold, no wind whatsoever – only the slight rumbling of thunder far off in the distance. A little abnormal for a November night actually. There was no reason he shouldn’t have been able to sleep, but that’s how he’d always been.

As she slipped out of the bedroom, sleep still heavy in her eyes she saw a flicker of light. At the end of the hallway, the light was flaring on and off. This house wasn’t all that old and they’d just recently replaced the light bulbs so she found it a bit odd. Some poking and prodding turned the light steady, but before she could go and find John, she got distracted by a sound coming from Sam’s room.

When she opened the door, she saw her worst fear realized.

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Downstairs, John awoke to an ear-piercing scream in the direction of Sam’s room, but when he went to find his wife, she was nowhere to be found. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly, touching the top of the peaceful infant’s head. For a moment, he looked around for Mary before turning his attention back to his third, and final (definitely final, he was getting too old for this) child.

A small drop thudded onto the crib beside Sam’s head. It was liquid of some kind and was seeping into the sheets. Seriously? Was there already a leak in this roof?

“What?” John asked aloud as his finger dragged across the drop and the copper smell began to fill his nostrils. A pit formed in his stomach as he looked up to see Mary pinned to the ceiling, a gash across her stomach and blood staining her flowing, white nightgown. “Mary!”

Before he could process anything, fire began to bloom around her body; she was petrified in place but was all too aware of what was happening to her. He could see it in her eyes - the fear, the uncertainty, the guilt. Why guilt? An inherited family trait it seemed. Quickly, he turned toward the crib and grabbed Sam, running down the hallway to get his other two children to safety.

“Daddy!” Bobbie called. The little girl had bolted upright the second her mother had screamed. Dean followed closely behind, bewildered by the frightened look plastering his father’s face. His father was never scared. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

Without a second thought, John shoved the six-month old into Bobbie’s arms. “Take your brothers outside as fast as you can. Don’t look back. Now, Bobbie!”

She bolted down the stairs, gripping tightly onto her baby brother while glancing back over and over again to ensure Dean was still there. Her father was trusting her. She had to make sure the boys were safe. That was her job. “Bobbie, Mom and Dad?” Dean asked focusing his gaze on the steps as they moved toward the door and out into the cool November night. In his short little lifetime, he’d never seen his father or his sister more scared.

He stopped in his tracks for a second and searched for either of their parents before Bobbie grabbed him by the collar of his pajama shirt and dragged him outside. “I don’t know, but we have to go!” It was the moment her innocence was lost and she was forced to grow up before her time.

Once outside, Bobbie and Dean stopped again and stared up at the house, jarred forward when John came running up behind them. “Move!”

It was just in time. The force of the explosion propelled the family toward the front of the lawn. It was probably for the best that the children didn’t see the horror unfold. They could remember what the house looked like, what their mother…

John however looked back in horror. His wife. His home. Both gone.

“Where’s Mommy?” Dean asked. His eyes were resting on Sam who was still resting somewhat peacefully in his sister’s arms.

“She’s dead,” Bobbie said softly, taking John off guard, before she burst into tears. “Mommy’s gone!” As a neighbor emerged from next door, Bobbie ripped the cross necklace off her collarbone, threw it on the cement and ran to him. She couldn’t look at her father; he’d told her that God would watch over them and keep them safe. God was nowhere around their house. He wasn’t real. He couldn’t be. The God her parents had described wouldn’t have let this happen.

Three-year-old Dean had no idea what Bobbie really meant. Mom would be back in a while. He just knew it. “Where did Mommy go? Why did she leave?”

“I don’t know, Dean,” John said, his hand shaking as he held it to his mouth. “I…I don’t know.”

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Present Day – 2002

“Don’t you dare sit your vamp gut covered ass in my beautiful Baby,” Dean yelled, his voice carrying through the grove of trees as Bobbie made her way toward the decades-old Impala. It was a thing of beauty, passed down to Dean, the car-lover of the three of them, but they were still no closer to finding John and after taking out a small nest of vampires on the California-Nevada border, they desperately needed a shower and a few hours sleep before heading out to get Sam at Stanford…hopefully. They really did need the extra pair of eyes.

Turning back, Bobbie sing-songed. “Oh looooook! I’m sitting down in the car! I’m covered in vamp guts. Oh, no, Baby’s gonna get so dirty.” Teasing Dean about the car was so much fun. It was astounding how much he loved this car and how he expected it to stay clean and safe and pretty given their line of work. As Dean stared her down, she flashed the cheesiest smile at him pointing at the dimples she’d never seemed to be able to lose.

In mock anger, Dean threw the car door open, silently apologizing to his one true love when the door bounced back and hit him in the ass. “I should kill you for defiling my Baby… Ass.”

“Bitch. I’d like to see you try.”

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Hours after checking into their crappy motel, the two elder Winchesters checked out, showered and as well rested as they were ever going to be. “You look like hell,” Dean said sarcastically as they got into the car. The beds were like cardboard and there was a couple next door that really needed to keep that shit at home. No sleep was had.

“Aww. You’re one of the sweetest little brothers anyone could ask for,” she replied, her tight –lipped smile causing Dean to snort. “I slept like shit.” She was surprised he’d actually slept, given the noise next door, but then it occurred to her that there were a few extra bottles of beer on the nightstand this morning. Apparently, he’d knocked himself out.

“Same nightmare?”

She spoke softly, almost drowned out by the roar of Baby’s engine and the gravel under her wheels. “Yea, both of them though.”

One was of the night their mother died. That much Dean knew. However, Bobbie had never shared the other with him and he knew better than to ask. She was open with him, almost to a fault and his annoyance. If she didn’t want to talk about it, there was a reason why and he didn’t want to press it. Plus, she was scary when she was pissy.

For nearly 40 miles, they sat in silence. It was hard to forget the things they went through –at least entirely. Actually, to forget it entirely was impossible, but zoning out on the open road ahead of them or the skyline of whatever city they happened to be passing through helped them to drown out the incessant noise in their heads for awhile. It was obvious to both that the other was thinking about something - something not all together pleasant – but it was Dean who broke the silence. This is why he blasted music. Silence left too much room for running thoughts, but after a mission or a case or whatever you wanted to call it Bobbie insisted on some quiet. “Why us?”

There couldn’t be a bigger question. It was always in the back of their minds but only after large swathes of silence did one of them ask the all-important inquiry. The silence took away the filter on their brains for some reason. “I don’t know, but I say it’s fate.”

“You believe in fate and destiny and all that crap?” Dean asked in surprise, shoving a slightly melted candy bar into his mouth. Bobbie was so grounded in reality, so good at getting the job done each and every time that it seemed out of the realm of reason for her to believe in something so indefinable as destiny.

Shrugging, she faced her brother, who was of course driving the car because god forbid anyone else put their hands on Baby’s wheel. She could’ve commented on the chocolate he was getting on the wheel, speaking of defiling, but she didn’t have the energy for it. “I have to Dean. If I don’t, my head gets more fucked up than it already is. If what happened to us plays some part in some bigger plan, then I can make sense of it.”

“How? How does Mom dying in the middle of the night engulfed in flames and plastered to the ceiling make sense?”

She started kneading the side of her head with her knuckle, feeling another migraine coming on. “It doesn’t, but if what happened back then leads to something else, then my brain has a course to follow. A stupid course, a totally not fair course, but there’s a path. It’s fixed in that way in my head, so in my own way I can make sense of it. If I can’t make sense of it, then I put a bullet in my brain.”

Dean nearly slammed the brakes as they came to the red light. Oops. She did tend to say things she shouldn’t, overshare if you will, when she was in pain and tired. The cranky ramblings of a deranged hunter are what she tended to call it. “You’ve…?” He asked shakily, unable to keep his voice steady. She was his rock; the thought that she’d wanted to check out even just once made him anxious.

“Thought about blowing my brains out?” She asked. “With what we’ve gone through and what we do is that really a surprise to you?”

He cocked an eyebrow as he thought about it. It was understandable. They’d been through more bullshit in less than 30 years than most did in their entire lives, but in his mind, he’d just drink and whore himself to death eventually. Or go out in a bloody battle. One or the other. Probably one after the other. “I guess not.” In an instant everything Dean thought he knew about his sister was turned on its head. “So why us. If we were destined for this, which I think is bullshit by the way, why us?”

Nearly every second of every day had been spent trying to figure that out. “I don’t know, but the Winchesters were born to fire, Dean. I’m sure of it.“

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[aelinsattitude]

in a friends-with-benefits!kevneil au neil mouths “i love you” against kevins skin in all like 10 languages he knows (except maybe english) and kevin recognizes it when he mouths it in french

Looooook I LOVE this. Kevin trying to figure out what Neils mouthing across his shoulder blades. What Neils whispering against his collar bone. He loves the feel of Neils lips ghosting against his skin as he mouths something he can’t understand. They started this friends with benefits thing and Kevin wont deny he fucked up and fell for neil and he fell for him hard but he won’t say anything because he loves what he has with neil and doesn’t want to fuck it up but he’s so fucking curious to what the fuck neil is saying after they lazily lay in bed after sex and Neils kissing at his wrist. It used to be quick fucks after a game, fueled up on adrenaline and the rush of a win or the anger of a loss. It moved to the dorms when neil needed to blow off steam after a shitty day in class or when Kevin got heated at practice. Then it was lazy Sundays watching movies and fucking all day but Kevin swears that’s all it is. Until one night neil is kissing down kevins back and he can hear a whisper of Neils voice against his skin and he actually knows what neil is saying??? His breath catches and Neil stops. Kevin tells him to repeat himself and Neil is quiet behind him. Kevin turns over unseating neil from his hips and hes facing the boy who just whispered “I love you” into his back in French and the boy? He looks terrified like he’s going to bolt. Kevin pulls neil closer and practically begs neil to say it again. It takes nearly a minute but he does. He tells Kevin he loves him. He says it in French and English and German and Russian and Kevin realizes then that Neils been telling him he loves him for weeks. Kevin kisses him slow and deep and when he pulls away they both have to catch their breath and Kevin is smiling like he never remembers smiling before. He tells neil he loves him too.

[coffeecatty]

  Ghost Army!!

Pig and her ghostly army, all but one of them was recruited by accident

Halloween pic posted early XD

[princess-josie-riki]

Cuphead: “I can’t believe we lost the bet and have to spend the night in this old haunted house.”

Mugman: “That’s an oddly complete summary of out predicament.”

Cuphead: “Yeah, not to mention the fact of if we leave this haunted house early, we’d lose our-”

Cuphead was cut-off when he and Mugman heard a ghostly moan.

Mugman: “What was that?”

Cuphead: “I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it must be haunting this old house.”

Without warning, Werner’s ghost slowly materialized behind Cuphead and Mugman as he kept moaning eerily.

Cuphead: “You don’t think...”

Ghost!Werner: (ghostly tone) “Voooooooooooo... Bevaaaaaaaare... Bevaaaaaaaare...”

Cuphead and Mugman turned around to see Werner’s ghost and screamed.

Ghost!Werner: “IIIIIIIIIIIII am zee ghooooooooost of Veeeeeeerner Veeeeeeeeeeeerman! Vooooooooooooooooooo! Leeeeeeave nooooooow or face zee consequences!”

Cuphead: “No!”

Ghost!Werner: (suddenly angry) “Zen PEEEEERIIIIIIIISH!” (let’s out a ghostly scream)

Cuphead and Mugman screamed and ran upstairs as Werner’s ghost flew after them. As Cuphead and Mugman came upstairs, the ghost materialized behind them and screamed again, making Cuphead and Mugman scream and run away. Then, they kept running until they lost Werner. Knowing that they might get caught, they decided to hide in the closet, hoping that they would hide from Werner’s ghost.

As time passed, they were just sleeping until they heard an eerie moaning coming from outside the closet.

Ghost!Werner (off-screen): (ghostly tone) “Deeeeeaaaaad maaaaaaaan teeeeeeells neeeeeein taaaaaaale... Deeeeeaaaaad maaaaaaaan teeeeeeells neeeeeein taaaaaaale...”

Mugman: “You don’t think...”

Suddenly, Werner’s ghost opened the closet door and lets out a loud ghostly scream. Cuphead and Mugman screamed in terror as they hugged.

Ghost!Werner: “You’re doooooooomed! Dooooooooooooomed! DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!”

Cuphead: “It was nice knowing you, Mugman!”

Mugman: “Oh, Cuphead!”

They screamed as Werner’s ghost got closer. Without warning, the ghost of the real Werner Werman materialized behind the other ghost.

Real Ghost!Werner: (ghostly tone) “BOOOOOOO!”

Ghost!Werner Imposter: (turns around) “Huh?” (sees the ghost and screams in terror) “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! IT’S ZEE GHOST OF ZEE REAL VERNER VERMAN!” (flies into the wall and hits his face, causing him to fall)

Werner’s ghost grabs the imposter and removes a cloaking device, a voice modulator and a jetpack from the “ghost”. Then, Werner’s ghost removes the mask from the imposter, revealing it to be...

Cuphead and Mugman: (surprised) “King Dice?!”

King Dice: “Fooled you didn’t I? I was only trying to scare you out of this house so that-”

Cuphead: “That was a dirty trick you pulled!”

King Dice: “Well, it was until the ghost of the real Werner Werman showed up! I would've gotten away with it if it weren’t for him!”

Ghost!Werner: “Ooooooooh really? Veeeeell it looooooks like zat yoooooouuuu have overschtaaaaaaayed your veeeeeeelcoooooome, sooooooooo... Voooooooooooo!”

King Dice: “Really? You’re not that scary.”

Ghost!Werner: (angry) “Vaaaaaaat did you saaaaaaaaay?!” (lets out a loud, echoing, ghostly scream)

King Dice screams and runs out of the house.

Ghost!Werner: “Uuuuuuuuund schtaaaaaaay oooooooooout!”

Cuphead: “Golly, you have saved us!”

Ghost!Werner: “Daaaaaankeeee. It vas really fuuuuuuuun once you get uuuuuuuuused to it.” (notices that it is almost daylight) “I guess it’s tiiiiiiiiiiiime for me to disappeeeeeeeaaaaaaaar. Fareveeeeeeell, mein frieeeends! Fareveeeeeeeeeell!” (disappears)

Cuphead and Mugman: “He’s gone!”

The sun begins to shine. The two went downstairs. Then, the door mysteriously opens on its own as if someone had opened the door. Cuphead and Mugman then went outside, knowing that they are safe.

Mugman: “Wow, I guess Werner really is a friendly ghost.”

Cuphead: “Wait until he tell the others about this.”

[klaineship2]

OMG, @klaine-rants   looooook Rainjoy has come out of hiding and posted another Ghost Oneshot!!!! It’s a follow-up to Grey.

@limaloveglee this answers your question about what Kurt/Ghost is doing during the Corona-pandemic.

*feeeeeeeeels*

Rainjoy Posts a Klaine COVID-19 Fic on LJ

It’s an ATOG (All the Other Ghosts) fic, by the master herself. Blessings.

Here’s the link.