#doughnuts-5ever

[veridienn]

tagged by @synestheticwanderings

last song: what i did for love from a chorus line

favorite colour: pink purple green & blue

last book: pride & prejudice!

last movie: bullet train

last tv show: new girl

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet!! or savory...i can't decide

relationship status: n/a

last thing searched: egg yolk vs whole egg in cookies

current obsession: been sewing a lot lately! most recently pants and a coat :)

looking forward to: going to my high school's winter dance show on saturday + seeing friends this weekend!

no pressure tagging: @fairlyblue @mayatuks-catastrophe @chillichats @doughnuts-5ever

[c0ffeeb1ack]

RIP griddy's doughnuts 😔 5ever in our hearts

[eveningspirit]

YaY! So, I started a fic, have some 750 words written, and it feels so good to do that again. :D

I'm not even near a half-way, lol. I want to make it before the next episode, but that's gonna be hard. Oh, well. Anyway, @doughnuts-5ever thanks for the prompt. ;) I hope you will like where I take it. (probably not where you thought I would) *hides*

[sa-suga]

wip 7 plz 👀 (idk if u still want these, feel free to ignore 👍💕)

ahh moo sorry i took so long to reply to this! i got busy after receiving this so i saved it to reply to when i have a little time to write :3 and i finally do yay

ask me any number from my wip masterlist (here) and i'll write around 200 words for the corresponding wip!

what i am is yours - royalty AU; tbbs bonus story (i. ii.)

shirabu kenjirou × f!reader

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He hadn’t always called you by your name.

It had always been soldier, knight, captain. In hindsight, you suppose this too might have been a kindness - in a court of men, your rank is far from the worst thing to be known for. 

(Once, a long time ago, he’d called you Y/n.

Sometimes after you wake, when the night air is still and the darkness of your room is so thick you think you might forget what it it is to see, if not for the thin sliver of moonlight cutting through the gap between your curtains like a knife - you remember a pair of hands over your own, small and childlike.)

It had taken Shirabu a long time to call you by anything other than your rank. You don’t remember exactly what it was that had changed - it feels more like an accumulation, like running your nails over the steel bars day by day till a furrow appears in the metal, like the loud drip of water on a stone slab, like the patient grind of a dulled blade on granite.

The first night he’d called you by your last name, the moon had hung overhead, a weary witness to the retelling of the story of a Crown Prince and his Captain, a tale that has been spun so many times that it strangles itself. A tale like the tail of a snake, shoved in a fanged mouth. Venomous, self-destructing. A tale so irresistible you want to hear it again and again and again. 

It had been what you’d wanted - you’d hungered for a drop of acknowledgement, had thirsted after a sign of recognition - and yet it hadn't been enough. Even now, what you remember with the most clarity is the thought that you wanted to hear your first name from his lips.

“Y/n,” Shirabu breathes against you, and you want to swallow the sound - you want to make it yours, to keep it locked inside you for the rest of time- 

You remember that you can, so you seal your lips over his and pull at his bottom lip with your teeth. The ouroboros is a collar around your neck, a reminder that in the end, our end is always self-made. 

You don’t care.

[seijch]

I listened to til forever falls apart while reading dooms.day and now I'm crying on the train I love this fic sm

A-AYO .... i listened to it and went 🧍‍♂️ thats it . its Them ... til forever falls apart ..... ALSO . WHY ARE YOU STILL READING DOOMSDAY ITS SO ?????? IM HONORED BUT ALSO HELLO?????????

[leotssukinaga]

Hey what's ur favourite dinosaur?

this is a Hagryphus! We don't know much about them, what we do know comes from a select few bones found in Utah so we had to extrapolate what they looked like based on similar oviraptorosaurs, but we estimate they were about 8-10 feet long and ate plants and small vertebrates (they probably didn't have teeth.) The Hagryphus bones we do have are dated to sometime in the late Cretaceous period which was just before the meteor wiped them out (I'm a huge KT/KPg extinction geek I'm fascinated by it) and the area in Utah they were found would've probably been wetlands that boasted a large amount of other fauna and flora. This is a totally geeky answer but yea, I love Hagryphus so much and I hope we discover some more solid evidence about him in my lifetime! (Also: look at his funky tail! what a lad)

[dinokeis]

Tell me about 14, 30 & 50 :) 💕

thank you so much for the ask !

14. what’s the most research you ever put into a book?

tbh i dont really “research” much for the fics i write but i think the one that i “researched” the most was when i rewatched the entirety of the 2019 brazil gp just to watch the last few laps to write a fic ahahahha

30. favourite line you’ve ever written.

spoilers !! for a fic i wrote but i have yet to publish it

Maybe in my next life, I would be able to visit you in Tokyo

50. weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

uhh i don’t think i have had weird story ideas yet so im just going to say the cringest idea i had: [boy] injures his knee, and [reader] makes a pun after he tells her what the problem was; “it seems like you kneed help”

i dont know what was going through my mind till this day i was what ? 13 ? 14 ? when i first thought of that idea

ask game for writers !

[writeiolite]

17 👀👀

HERE BUT!!

feelings scare me too AFGJAFJ but idk if those are small or if i just view them as small and insignificant RIP!!

i think..... i think OH NO. NO.... ||F R O G S !!!||

send an intrusive q!

[krisdreaming]

@doughnuts-5ever asked:  29 + 71 💕

Ahh thank you baby!!

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

My best friend is a Momma (I’m old enough that people my age do things like that on purpose 😳) and idk, just seeing her with her son and how much he loves her / she loves him, it just GETS ME, even though I’m not really too sure I’d ever want kids of my own someday. It’s just the most precious thing. (I just like daydreaming about having them with anime boys sue me)

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

I don’t drink hot tea often at all, but I LOVE lemon tea. Not like hot black tea with lemon, but like hot herbal lemon tea. As for iced tea however, I drink it every day. I’m slightly addicted.

[yacoka]

爱 (love)

pairing — ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre — fluff

beta — @doughnuts-5ever

note(s) — happy birthday to my star, my sun, my love @luvnami

-ˏˋ please reblog if you enjoyed this! ˊˎ-

ushijima wakatoshi is a firm believer in routine.

routine builds discipline, discipline builds good habits, and good habits build a good life.

but as he lays there watching you sleep next to him, he decides that maybe just once, just today, routine can stand to be put on hold. just for one day, he could skip out on his daily morning run. especially on this day.

it’s a choice he makes willingly. and it wasn’t a sacrifice; to call it a sacrifice was to imply he was giving up something for something worse. you were not just something, and you certainly weren’t worse.

you were, simply put, you.

wakatoshi inches ever so slightly towards you and the slight movement has you shifting into him, curling into his side, resting your head in the juncture where his shoulder and neck meet. and wakatoshi knows he’s a man renowned for being an absolute powerhouse, a strong, seemingly invincible monster, but here in the bed he shares with you, he’s nothing more than a mere mortal, blessed by the presence of pure divinity curled up in his embrace.

he’s sent a thousand prayers to the gods above, thanking them for deeming him worthy enough of your love and affection, and in the early morning silence punctuated only by your soft breathing he offers up another one. there isn’t anything in the world he could think of that was better than you, not even volleyball.

every breath he feels you exhale onto his chest fuels the ever-burning flames of love he nurtures for you, and he knows no better happiness than this. to love you, and to be loved by you.

wakatoshi has memorized every curve of your body, every sloping line, every little mark that consists of you. it’s a habit at this point, committing every little piece he can get of you to memory. he refuses, he rejects, the idea of letting any of you slip away from him, so he has a little mental box engraved with your name to store the essence of you in it.

and now he counts the individual strands of eyelash that flutter, the way the corners of your mouth twitches ever so slightly. three years and eight months of being together has him recognizing these are tells of your slow awakening. next, you'll scrunch your nose a little before your jaw tightens ever so slightly; and there it is, he smiles softly as you do exactly just that.

a small hum escapes you, and wakatoshi takes that as his cue to press his customary morning kiss to your forehead.

“morni’ toshi,” you mumble out, burrowing your face into his warm chest.

he tightens his arms around you, bringing you even closer into him.

“morning, my love,” he presses another kiss to your head. “happy birthday.”

he feels you stiffen for a second, before melting once more.

“it’s my bir’day, huh?”

“it is,” he kisses you once more. “happy birthday.”

“than’ you, toshi.” he feels, more than he sees, you smile and press a kiss to his chest. “love you.”

“i love you too.”

[tear22voltronshipping]

I was part of @pidgeangstbang this year!

Story by @nerdiekatie and @paige-turning

Beta by @doughnuts-5ever

You can read the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35662894

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warning Tags: Seizures, Brain Damage, Survival, Matt Holt-Centric

[pidgeangstbang]

Title: Manual Reset

Authors: @nerdiekatie and @paige-turning

Beta: @doughnuts-5ever

Artist: @tear22voltronshipping

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warning Tags: Seizures, Brain Damage, Survival

Summary: “There’s just Matt, an empty room, and the knowledge that humans can only go three days without water.”

A crash strands Pidge and Matt on a desert planet. With Pidge out of commission, Matt works alone to keep them alive.

Fic Masterpost:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35662894

Artwork Masterpost:

https://tear22voltronshipping.tumblr.com/post/670380137463889920/i-was-part-of-pidgeangstbang-this-year-story-by

[sa-suga]

39 (u show them stupid teammates 😤)

MOO!! smh you seem to like this wip 👀👀 honestly this is one step from being another series but i’m trying to make myself finish tbbs first HAHA

ask me any number from 1-67 and i'll write around 200 words of the corresponding wip!

all that glitters - siren/pirate au

semi eita × gn!reader

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There is a dance that the two of you do, beneath the waves where no one can see you.

There are no steps, there are no cues - all there is is the ache in your lungs, and the brown glow of Semi’s eyes, like an angler’s light. 

“You’re an interesting human,” the siren says conversationally, darting away with a casual flick of his tail as you lunge forward, “not even the hardiest of pirates are as eager as you to be under the water again, after nearly drowning.”

You glare at him, brandishing the dagger you clench tightly in a hand. It’s sluggish; your movements snag in the currents. Fuck you, you tell him with your eyes, now get your tail back here. 

Semi laughs, and it’s a strange sound - something in your chest twinges like the plucked string of a harp. Bubbles tease their way out between fanged teeth. 

He grins, and your scowl deepens. Stupid sirens with their stupid lures. 

This time, when you throw yourself forward, he doesn’t move out of reach. His tail coils around your legs briefly to pull you forward and you lose your balance, pinwheeling into him. Semi dodges your flailing dagger easily, an arm wrapping around your waist as he propels the both of you to the surface in a few leisurely flicks of his tail. 

You take in a greedy breath of air the moment you break the surface of the water. 

“You’re,” you blink the water out of your eyes, gasping for breath, “you’re pretty weird for a siren too,” you say. The shimmer of scales along the column of his neck glimmers prettily in the sun. “It’s been months, and you haven’t drowned a single one of my crew.”

“You’re an amusing lot,” is all he says in answer, smiling. It’s fanged, but all you can think of is he looks like a boy.

[seijch]

hi im about to spam u (so sorry) but ive been too scared to read doomsday until now and im so glad i finally did becasue dude. Dude. its so much. "It’s as the sky bleeds from orange to pale blue that it hits." i loveeee how you incorperated such small moments like the hot chocolate and the ily + i know... be even here just the thought of your Last Sunrise is heartbreaking, but to /realize/ your own end coming in that moment, especially watching the soft sunrise... oof.

HI!!! omg when you sent this i was like . abt to sleep but i read this before i did and went irl 🥺🥺 and then also passed out before i could formulate a response sjfksdfds

anyway!! my response to your asks (i hope i got them all but!!) will be under the cut bc i dont know how to shut up ❤

a lot of the way the interactions in doomsday unfold are honestly BECAUSE tsukki and the reader are (i mean first of all, theyre tsukki and the reader with all that comes with) fully aware that:

they have abt a full day of life left

theres nothing that can be done to elongate that time or avoid death altogether

its not like some young adult novel where a group of ragtag teenagers save the world; its the tale of two adults who have had time to come to terms with the fact that their lives and the lives of everyone they know will end soon (and once again everything that THAT comes with). its why i rlly enjoyed juxtaposing the nice weather w the crippling realization of their own mortality 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

"you try to stress your words, make it absolutely clear that you’ve never meant anything like you mean this" this is HEARTBREAKING in a whole miryad of different ways - for a realtionship u establish as one with so many things unsaid but still understood, but here to have her say this so desperately?? like she feels this its too big to leave between the lines? it doesnt matter that he knows, she needs to say it and needs him to hear it UGH IM SAD AGAIN

IM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THIS ONE OUT!! this is EASILY one of my favorite parts of the whole fic mostly bc its something i go thru a lot? like im the definition of that tweet abt never making any damn sense but ESP when it comes to my i love yous or other serious things...i say it a lot and yes i mean it every time! but sometimes i MEAN it and i never quite know how to properly express that kinda thing. 

i think its especially big for the reader in the context of the world ending and in the context of their relationship with tsukishima to have that moment of transparency and complete sincerity for the EXACT reasons you described!!!

"It’s hollow; neither of you have been under the delusion that this was anything but." u said u werent sure about his characterisation but this screams tsukki to me. cuz hes blunt and i dont think he would lie to himself about something like this especially. and even when she tries just for a moment to pretend, he just shows her /no, its ok, this is the truth and we have to die with it/... nah it vibes dude. hes such a interesting character for this idea too? because hes not sappy or anything +

so his tears hurt so much more... oof. "This is my goodbye, he says with more than words." this just... i have so many feelings about this. cuz to me hes totally someone who shows affection through small actions when he cant find the words to match his emotions? so this is like a 4-book-saga laying out his emotions cuz he doesnt quite have the words to say it out loud and theyre out of time. its desperate, but not sad desperate? like its the end but its just him making sure shes knows everything 

ok first of all THANK YOU for saying that bc i wrote him being more vulnerable than i think we rlly see in any tsukki not like ... in junior high LMAO and immediately after i felt my characterization alarms ringing ... like yk those natural disaster alarms? thats the vibe...

but i had one of those Moments where i was no longer the one writing and it was the characters themselves just telling me what to say and how to say it nsfsfsd so im rlly glad it worked! and tbh when the concept first grabbed me by the collar i was juggling a few different characters around in my head but i think i made the right choice in the end. its like you said -- hes not a particularly sappy type and hes always been more grounded in reality imo than some of the other characters (another contender for this fic was akaashi but i realized i do NOT have any solid grasp of his character that isnt from fandom interpretation which is a double edged sword tbh)

and honetly i was ok until "If you’re going to take me out, do it in style, you’d said to him, once. So he does." and then i was all of a sudden crying. and the "stripped down to your bare selves" like theyre just being incinerated together and IM- NO WRODS JUST FEELINGS. i think the best thing about this is how unrushed it feels? and it hurts and its aching but they Know. +

and theyve come to some form of peace with it so when it does come, they can focus on eachother and not the end oh im gonna cry again. this was so gracefully put together, thank u for this. i might reread it and cry again, amazing work 😭💕

i didnt touch on it above bc i wanted to do it here but yes!!!! the absolute fucking DESPERATION felt by both parties in that last minute (which idk if you read my tags on the fic proper but 11:59 was originally one segment before i took those last couple paragraphs and made them the very last second ... i think i made the right choice? it rlly does scream FINAL to me) is SO poignant. all of the walls and hidden meanings fall away because in the end theyre all they have left, dying in each others arms at the very end of it all.

this full REVIEW honestly made me so happy to hear esp on a piece i wasnt quite sure how to feel about at first,, thank you 🤝🏻🤝🏻 i hope you have/had a wonderful day!!!!

OK EDIT BC I JUST SAW THIS COMIC SOMEONE MADE ON IG AND ITS NOT THE MOST RELEVANT BUT ANSWERING THIS PUT ME IN A TSUKISHIMA MOOD SO HERE

[starrysamu]

hey u thinkin about u today hope u are thriving n all that good stuff <3333 -moo

@doughnuts-5ever wya chef i hope YOU'RE thriving and miss u ):

[lnarizakis]

if ghosts could even love

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pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader x tsukishima kei

foreword: hi! this piece was definitely out of my comfort zone, but really fun to write! this is an angsty guardian angel au. it is another attempt at angst since the only thing i’m pretty much decent at is fluff. so here i am, continuing to practice angst! this is also one of my first attempts at “aesthetic formatting,” so please go easy on me, hahah. thank you to @doughnuts-5ever for beta-reading! i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 1.6k

look out for: themes referring to death, mentions of suicide and manga spoilers, unrequited love, angst

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Warm air hit his face, and he was instantly met with a blinding light that shines even through his eyelids that he has to squeeze his eyes more shut than they already were. He couldn’t breathe, but he felt as free as an angel flying in the sky. Perhaps he was one. It seemed like a dream—to be up in the heavens, lying on the clouds; but when he opened his eyes ever so slowly, the pink and white and purple and yellow surrounding him like a flurry made him realize that he most definitely was not on Earth, but maybe, just maybe, he was in Heaven.

“Welcome to Heaven,” a voice boomed in his head, but it didn’t ring in his ears, shaking his being like all his mortal fears did when he was still alive. He’s...dead? But his soul felt so alive, he couldn’t possibly fathom that he was actually dead.

“Your good intentions on Earth did not go unnoticed,” the voice rang again. He looked around for the source of the message, but all he could find within the vast space of clouds and sky was himself— or, at least, what he thought was himself. He attempted to look down at his feet, but there were no feet in sight. It was just his soul, the empty ghost of what was once a former pinch server, captain, student, and best friend. “You are allowed to look over one person on earth for the rest of their life. You must have choose wisely; you are to watch over this person for the rest of your life. Who shall you choose?”

Without hesitation, he spoke out loud (if ghosts could even talk), “My best friend, Tsukishima Kei.”

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A flurry of bright colors covered his entire vision, and they turned darker and darker as they mixed with one another. The blizzard vanished before him, and he stood in front of his best friend, who sat at the edge of his bed. The lights of his bedroom were turned off, and through the closed blinds of the single window he could see that it was nighttime.

The ghost of a former friend leapt towards Tsukishima, in an attempt to hug him, but passed through his body like the spirit he was. There was certainly no way he could make contact with him at all. Tsukishima leaned forward, hands covering his face to mask his pained expression. As he groaned into his palms, the door to his bedroom slowly creaked open, revealing the shadowed figure of his older brother.

“Kei, are you okay?” He made his way towards his younger brother, only to be stopped by a stern “Leave.” Kei didn’t even turn around to look at his brother’s retreating figure.

“Tsukki, I’m right here,” the ghost called out. He was met with no reply—he was only a soul, after all. Tsukishima coudn’t possibly hear him. From behind his bedroom door, both Kei and the ghost could hear the older brother tell Kei that Tadashi’s—whoever that was—family had planned for his funeral to be the following week. A funeral? The soul made his way to reside next to Tsukishima’s hunched form, comforting him in any way he could.

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On the day of the funeral, Tsukishima showed up in a loose black suit and a tie. His head hung low, not wanting to partake in any second of this moment. The ghost thought he looked nice. As he made his way towards his best friend’s grave, Tsukishima made eye contact with a girl around his age whose tears for the deceased had already stained her cheeks for everyone to see. She turned towards Tsukishima, and the spirit who accompanied him felt a pang of familiarity in all the corners of his otherworldly body. Something about her just looked so, so familiar. Her name was on the tip of his tongue (if ghosts could even have tongues). There was no way for him to remember who she was.

“Hi, (L/N),” Tsukishima said, walking towards the girl. She wrapped her arms around his torso, but he made no movement of hugging her back. She sobbed into his chest, heaving out words she didn’t know she was saying. From behind the tear-stained girl, the mother of whom the ghost suspected was Tadashi joined the two and held out an envelope in front of Tsukishima.

“It’s for you,” she commented, as Tsukishima accepted the letter. The girl, whose name the ghost learned was (L/N), let go of her hold on Tsukishima and stood by him, watching him open the letter. He pulled out a sheet of paper that looked like it was impulsively ripped out of a math notebook on a lonely Thursday night. The handwriting looked familiar to the ghost, as if he had written out the message himself, but he had no memory of writing out a depressing suicide note like that. Tsukishima’s eyes slowly scanned the letter in front of him, but it was hard to read the ink towards the bottom of the paper that began to mix with the salty tears that dropped from his chin.

(L/N) held out her own letter, telling Tsukishima that she received one from him as well. She allowed him to read it, and the contents of it shocked him. His eyes widened, not believing a single thing Tadashi had written or her. The ghost’s best friend turned towards (L/N), who still looked ethereal as ever despite her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. She choked back a sob as she nodded, squeezing her eyes shut to keep more tears from letting out. Tsukishima looked at the ground, mumbling out, “I never knew.”

She said it was okay.

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Several days later, it seemed like Tsukishima’s life returned to normal. In fact, it seemed livelier than usual, like an array of colors lit up his whole world. Maybe it was because he started dating (L/N), whom the ghost had come to know as (Y/N), brightening up his darkened canvas with the new warm colors in his life. Maybe dating her was his way of coping with his loss.

It hurt the ghost terribly, for her beauty had stirred his ghostly heart to begin beating once again. The ghost could see the way her laugh brought shades of yellow into Tsukishima’s life, and how her smile shined a pure white wherever she went. Whenever she hugged Tsukishima from behind to surprise him, or whenever she grabbed both of his hands to show him her support, shades of pink and red were splattered onto the canvas of his life. It seemed to the ghost that because of his death, a new beginning came for Tsukishima.

New feelings (if ghosts could even produce the merest of feelings) also rose within the ghost himself as he too began to fall in love with (Y/N). These feelings, though, were so familiar despite only having known her for several days; it was like he had been in love with her before. He felt so at home with these feelings—it was like falling in love with her was what he had always wanted; what he had longed for as an empty soul.

What the ghost had come to realize was that he was Tadashi and that he used to love (Y/N) while he was alive. He didn’t know what to do with this new information—or perhaps old information, and that he was to inevitably learn this—but he knew what to make of it. Tadashi had to understand that he never told (Y/N) how he felt, resulting in these feelings of his still burning alive even after his death on Earth.

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(Y/N) clung to Tsukishima’s side just like how a similar someone did to him while he was still alive. It was almost like she was a replacement for him. She was so constantly around him that it seemed like Tadashi was not only watching over Tsukishima, but also (Y/N). He observed her every quirk and learned all of her expressions. Tadashi knew just how in love with Tsukishima (Y/N) was, but the boyfriend himself couldn’t see it.

Tadashi could vividly remember one rainy Thursday afternoon, an instance in which he was so pained to be so in love yet so out of reach for (Y/N). Through the open blinds of the one window of his bedroom he could probably count each rain droplet that was stuck to the glass in the time the two were cuddled up on Tsukishima’s bed. He was fast asleep, tired out of his mind from the busy morning he had. (Y/N), though, was awake but slowly falling into a deep slumber in the warmth of his arms. Tadashi could remember her eyes—oh, her eyes—that were so in love with the boy in front of her, and he knows that if he were still alive he could give her the same kind of affection that she gave him. It hurt knowing, and it hurt that he could only imagine.

It hurt Tadashi’s soul seeing (Y/N) so in love with Tsukishima. It hurt knowing that he was in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. It hurt how he could never tell (Y/N) he loved her (if ghosts could even fall in love). Even while he was still alive. Oh, how he loved her while hew as alive. She made him feel as free as a bird up in the sky and as alive as a raging fire whose sparks crackled and flamed up in the night. It was so ironic how now, as an angel so free up in the heavens, he felt trapped inside a cage. Trapped, because he could never escape the longing he felt of livign someone who could never love him back, and the suffocation he felt knowing that he could definitely treat her better.

Tadashi laughed (if ghosts could even laugh). How selfish.