#british ghosts

[axle-hates-zucchini]

He’s me fr

[wombywoo]

wedding bells 💒

[yooo-lets-go]

Good to see you again Simon

[huariqueje]

Night Shift , Ghost Owl - Lara Cobden , 2024.

British , b. 1971 -

Oil on linen , 100 x 100 cm.

[mactavishenjoyer]

Rudy: "Why do you argue with Ghost all the time?"

Rudy:"aren't you scared of him?"

Soap:"he's British."

Soap:"there's nothing scary about the British."

Rudy:"but he-"

Soap:"just listen to him talk for 5 seconds and you'll realize how non intimidating British people are."

[pretend-of-beginning]

i think if bbc ghosts was a cartoon the captain would have a really big mustache and it would cover his mouth like a classic animated dad

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Thinking About Sleepy Sex With Ghost 💘

mindless vanilla smut mdni <3

him holding you to his bare chest, softly moaning into your ear, his big rough hands moving down your body

"mmm… baby, i’m sleepy…" you whisper

"i know… just let me have you, lovie… t’ll help you fall asleep," he teases, lips curling softly into a grin as they nibble at your ear. he pulls you close to him and slowly grinds his hard cock against your clothed ass, groaning low into your hair.

"love you… i love ya… such a pretty girl f’me…" he murmurs, moving back and forth behind you at a slow pace.

"you gonna take me, huh?" a smirk plays on his lips between gentle moans, exerting his frustrations by grinding against you, desperate and pining for more.

and when he gets what he wants, he moves slow and deep. softly panting from behind you, giving your neck and jaw long, deep kisses that’ll leave marks the next morning. he loves being inside of you, and he really doesn’t want to leave.

"might jus’ stay here all night… so warm and tight f’me, such a sweet girl…"

unabashedly filthy thanks for reading!

[weirdlookindog]

“And to rede aricht my spell, eerilie sal nicht wyndis moan, Quhill fleand Hevin and raikand Hell, ghaist with ghaist maun wandir on.”

Joseph Noel Paton (1821–1901) - Elfinland Wud

illustration from Samuel Carter Hall's ‘The Book of British Ballads’, 1842

source

[licollisa]

Casper (1995)

[nevertem]

[miskatonicaquarium]

Covers from the British Library Tales of the Weird collection

This whole collection (there are lots more than the ones i've shared here) is great for anyone looking for a huge range of weird fiction ranging from the 19th century right up to the present day.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Johnny who needs a real man in his life after only being with underground twinks or whoever is willing to follow him back to his bed. He's sick and tired of the people around him, especially with the toxicity that exists in the army.

He's tired of the men around him, of the societal expectations he's supposed to meet. Too many broken hearts, too many bridges burnt. He needs a man for himself, to be there for him when he comes home so he doesn't have to scroll through his list of 'hook ups contacts' again.

Simon, who's more than willing to stand as an anchor in the sea for Johnny, if it meant he's fine the next day. Simon who's all solid muscle and a heart of steel, yet melts down to a person with Johnny, slipping out of his mask more often. He's willing to become whatever Johnny needs at the moment, whether it is being Johnny's pillow, or rubbing the man's back as he vomits out the sushi he ate hours prior.

It isn't often Simon breaks down his walls for another, much less trust them enough to let them touch him like Johnny. Hands pressed against skin as 'Supermassive black hole' plays in the background. Johnny looks beautiful with how he was handling the guitar, a show meant for one only, him.

Moments of loneliness make way for moments of domestic peace when they're both on leave. Nights of walks under building lights, mornings spent waking up in each other's arms, evenings spent dancing to some niche music band.

It's during one of these moments, where Johnny was looking at Simon as he was stuffing his mouth full of chips that he realised something:

He's going to marry Simon one of these days. It's inevitable. He's going to pick out a venue at the Scottish Highlands, wear a kilt and put a ring on that man's finger.

Johnny is going to bag himself a man, a real fucking man for once. Someone who's going to be a constant in his life, someone he is willing to take the last name of. Johnny Riley doesn't sound like absolute shit in his mind now.

"Whatcha looking a'? F'cking eyes trailing me up n' down like tha'"

"N'thing"

He's already planning a place to propose in his head as he turns back to the telly, laying across Simon's lap. He falls asleep in record time, and Simon lays a blanket over Johnny as he binges on.

[wombywoo]

SPF baby~ 🧴

[yooo-lets-go]

Oooh how do Ghost and Soap get together in your stories???

Smooth operator

[h00tzz]

Hiiiii Ghosts fanssss

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[the-evil-clergyman]

On most evenings there was unspeakable company, from James Branch Cabell's Figures of Earth: A Comedy of Appearances by Frank C. Pape (1925)