#Stanz

[someslothcheese]

Alright, bored now 😭 Might do some more PR1 streamers in the future

"Important" explanations beneath cut

Squeex - "Pookie Bear", Super Mario 64, I would have him on my island idk

Yarders - Gave the yard boys matching blue shirts, again. All species were just vibes-based.

Qt - "Teapot elephant", Mickey Mouse headband and shirt

Jerma - Jerma you're a rat. You'd be a rat. I think you'd be a rat. I think I'd be a wolf. I think so too.

Pointcrow - Gave him the Mogul Moves shirt because I'm biased

"Hide and Seeker's" - Cj and Fir as their icons, Failboat as a penguin :]

Stanz - Unpaid intern outfit, tried darker hair shades, did not work

Atrioc - originally had him with more bloon's monkey patterns, looked weird, and not like him without the "beard". Made him the goat, didn't want to be too much bloon monkey.

Doug - Just gives me horse vibes idk - Typical "Scientist Doug" outfit.

Ze & Chilled - Made Ze smoulder, idk if I like it though LOL, and short hampter Chilled is odd, but I like the "design".

[livefromtheyard]

ludwigahgren: this one is for lesbian women with chlamydia

[bandaalarga]

staniel

[yardfucker]

from Unpaid Intern Episode 2 // Offbrand

[microcroft]

hot take: American version of Taskmaster is just as good as the british one, its so fucking funny.

(Unpaid Intern, the only american taskmaster (dont look it up))

[minecraftant]

new stanz frog stanz7

[fravely]

Auf dem Naturteich im Ort Stanz im Mürztal ging es gestern nochmal sportlich zur Sache. Flo und Ben haben sich die Hockey-Schlittschuhe geschnürt und zwei Hockeyschläger und einen Puck geschnappt und eine Runde Pond-Hockey gespielt. Auf einem See, auf Natureis, wer liebt das nicht!?!? Das macht so viel Spaß und meist finden sich auch begeisterte Mitstreiter, die mitspielen. So war es auch dieses Mal. Den Abend haben wir dann noch etwas mit Eisstockschießen und einer leckeren Suppe, die im Schnee über offenem Feuer köchelte ausklingen lassen. Ein weiterer toller Wintertag hier in der schönen @visithochsteiermark mit tollen Menschen geht damit zu Ende. #winterfun #eishockey #pondhockey #hockey #stanz #winteraction #winter #eis #hockeyaufdemsee #hochsteiermark #bergliebe #österreich #austria #familie #urlaub #fravely #reisen #travel #travelfamily #reisefamilie #unterwegsmitkind #winter #winterurlaub #schnee (hier: Stanzer Teich) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJsElHMUJs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lucidpast]

The tallest cat of 1890 with his owner Milo Stanz.

[sardonic-the-writer]

they goofy with it

[someslothcheese]

WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?

(Accidentally deleted my account so I'm reuploading everything)

[livefromtheyard]

samwitchx: i may not have gotten hired, but i definitely pooped on company time the most

[bandaalarga]

the streamer I like to watch :]

[yardfucker]

Never take a job at Mogul Corp…

[cinematicwasteland]

[h-harleybaby]

YOURE RIGHT ITS FUCKING NOT

God ik Egon is like hot and all but there’s BARELY anything for Ray or Peter GIVE ME RAY AND PETER JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DO I HAVE TO GO TO AO3

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."