#doctorstantzy.

[columbialibrary]

       sweet talk, everything you say - it sounds like sweet talk to my ears. you could yell "piss off! won't you stay away?" it'll still be sweet talk to my ears

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[estrangedaframian]

@doctorstantzy​ // closed starter jbc <3

No cause for alarm as Dean creeps past Janine's desk and into the GBs bedroom... He's /quietly/ looking for Ray and doesn't want to accidentally climb into bed with one of the other guys... Where is that damned Stay Puft doll... It's the only truly easy way to tell them apart in the darkness, without pulling any of the covers back... Self-reminder to ask Egon (when he's not asleep) about that cooling nightgown he invented. Maybe he can get in on that particular luxury. Nightgowns: one of the only items he has in common with the resident egghead.

“Psst. Ray. Psst.”

[archaievist]

Dr. Ray Stantz and Elizabeth Kraven

@doctorstantzy

[pcdcast]

@doctorstantzy​ ASKED:  ‘still, he should not have done so much slaughtering.’

“WHA---”Popcorn spills from his overfilled mouth---flying everywhere, as he turns to stare at his IDOL, his eyes wide with...SHOCK? yeah that seemed about right, as he tried to chew his moutful around his words, smaller pieces seemed to fall free as he spoke. “Wha’d you mean ?---this is a classic--his whole existence is to slaughter people, RAY I thought you were the cool one!”

[archaievist]

doctorstantzy​:

@the-arkham-librarian​ sent #13 for a spotify wrapped starter!!! five to one by the doors

ray listened, deep in thought as eliza spoke, nodding along when necessary. when it was his turn to speak, he let out a heavy sigh and shook his head a bit. “that may be true, but… no one here gets out alive.” he wasn’t saying it to be morbid or macabre, it was simple truths. death was just another part of life.

“You don’t need to tell me Ray, I know,” Eliza’s more familiar with death than the average person, her family being morticians spanning back generations.

She pauses, thinking for a moment. “I don’t know if you ever saw this,” she starts to roll up her right sleeve up to the shoulder, “It was after I graduated.” Upon the pale skin of her upper arm is a tattoo of an hourglass with wings. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the meaning.”

“Do you remember the day I got my first one? I’m told I almost passed out,” she says with a laugh, rolling her sleeve back down.

[doctorvenko-a]

@doctorstantzy​​​ sent a 📜 for an incorrect quote.

[columbialibrary]

who ya gonna call?

                 not me, don’t look at me.

doctor ray stantz and alice hathaway. written by ray & shell.

[djs-muses]

doctorstantzy​:

@djs-muses said: “The floor is all slimy!” - Janine

"oh, no... i thought i told slimer to knock it off!" ray sighed, exasperated. "he didn't get you did he?" ray asked, pulling the ecto-goggles up and off his eyes, letting them rest on top of his head.

“Not directly, but yes,” Janine said, frowning. “I didn’t realize the floor was slimed until it was too late. I stepped in it. Don’t tell me I need to get rid of these shoes, Ray. I just bought them.”

[archaievist]

@doctorstantzy | “you’re all i want.”

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

The desire of being wanted is a powerful one. Powerful enough to send her into a frenzy when she heard it, tackling him and pushing him onto the bed. Swinging a leg over him, Eliza straddles him; her hands resting on his chest.

Leaning down, she whispers in his ear.

"You can have me."

[estrangedaframian]

@doctorstantzy

Trading Places (1983)

[remindedhim]

@doctorstantzy​ LIKED for a starter 

He hadn’t changed---none of them had, beside the grey hair, and wrinkles that came with time, she could still see the Ray Stanz she knew when she was just a little girl, the same guy her father had described as the heart of the Ghostbusters. But despite how familiar he was, she didn’t know what to say to him---it’d been years, what were you suppose to say to your fathers ex partner ? 

“It’s been a while...”

[cigartheif]

( 001 ).   hi, i’m doc (aka val), 29+

( 002 ).   welcome to #cigartheif : a semi-selective, mutually exclusive, and slow roleplay blog for an original character affiliated with & single-ship with @pizzatheif ; just a couple a’ big dumb petty criminals tryin’ to make it in the big leagues.  

( 003 ).   you must be 18+ to interact.  

( 004 ).   my inbox is always open and memes never expire, send something today!

( 005 ).   main blogs i may be active on : @saywhen , @staypufts , @doctorstantzy

est. dec 2021   —    rap sheet.   memes.

[doctorvenko-a]

@doctorstantzy​ liked for a starter based on : ⠀⠀ ♫ ⠀⠀ SMALLTOWN BOY, BRONSKI BEAT.

❛ the love that you need will never be found at home ❜ he mutters, idling in a mixture of insobriety and torturous recollection. sure, ray’s family issues were miles apart from peter’s in similarity -- but the fact still remained.

he spoke from experience.

[doctorvenko-a]

@doctorstantzy​ asked   ⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ ❝ you killed the car. ❞

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 '𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴' seemed to have the opposite effect when leaving peter venkman’s lips. they had broken down somewhere between atlantic city and manhattan where two major issues surfaced -- one, they had no fuel and two, they had no money for more fuel.

and despite having heaps more experience in the auto department, it was peter who took the initiative to solve the situation over ray. did ray trust him? unlikely, and with good reason. for peter had proposed, using his ‘brooklyn street knowledge’, to fill the car up with the vodka he’d brought along -- ❛ any petrol vehicle should run on distilled spirits. mister car, meet mister smirnoff ❜

the petrol vehicle indeed did not run on smirnoff vodka, and instead spluttered so violently after ignition that one would easily suspect it might blow up.

❛ i didn’t kill the car, ray ❜ peter began, though all evidence was clearly against his statement, ❛ you saw him chug that litre of vodka -- you’re just feelin’ a lil tanked, ain’cha buddy? ❜

[doctorvenko-a]

@doctorstantzy​​ asked:  ⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ ❝ damn it, we lost him. ❞

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙲𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚃. they were sloppy -- uncoordinated and extremely unprofessional. it was normal to have calls like this, but this hardly made up for the embarrassment peter would feel.

❛ we, ray? ❜ peter looked down at his colleague, who was knelt beside him retrieving a ghost trap that had unsuccessfully missed the specter, ❛ there's no we in this, butter fingers. ❜

of course, it had been equally the fault of peter as it had been ray, but it was not in peter's nature to take the blame for things. he was more of his father than he realised.

[estrangedaframian]

? (for the starter)

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.

(( You got #136 ))

"I failed."

Dean's lying flat on his back, hands still white-hot from the friction that goes with sliding flailing down the fire pole.

"You make it look so easy, Ray." And so hot.