#ghost salon

[mercysong-tardis]

Obi-Wan and Satine were made to dance to Hozier

Approximately 300 frames, many many tears, and 60 hours of my life later; I finally have the finished product. This Obitine animatic has been a dream project of mine and I’m so glad it’s finally done and I can share it with you all.

Of course Ahsoka has the receipts for the council

[the-raindeer-king]

“I’m getting a haircut today.”

A simple statement, and certainly nothing to phone the Prime Minister about. Except you haven’t gone in a couple of years. The last time you had gotten a haircut had gone poorly, leaving you with uneven ends that you had to go somewhere else to fix. So, you don’t blame yourself for being a little nervous about the appointment.

On the other hand, your boyfriend just hums in response, completely unfazed by the statement. Part of you appreciates how nonchalant he is, but it’s also a bitter reminder that you should also be feeling that way.

“Want me to take you?” Simon asks, barely glancing up from his paperwork. He pauses to take a bite of breakfast, before turning his hazel eyes back to the papers you’re pretty sure he shouldn’t have brought home. But that’s a different conversation.

“Oh, uh… I don’t know,” you admit, the anxiety in your voice obvious. You can’t help but wring your hands together, thinking it over for a moment.

That catches Simon’s attention, setting the papers onto the table. His gaze settles on you, scanning over your body language. He doesn’t understand why you’re so nervous. You practically jump at the opportunity to have him take you to your other appointments, eating up any excuse to show off your man. So, why hesitate now?

“Talk to me, love.”

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts, and then it’s all spilling out: the last haircut you got, the anxiety of having a repeat experience. It definitely doesn’t help that you’re getting your hair cut shorter than you ever have before. You’ve been working on your self-esteem, but sometimes it creeps up on you anyway. You ended the rant with a soft, out of breath, “What if I look ugly?”

Simon’s quiet for a moment, processing what’ve you said. For a moment, you feel more like a butterfly, pinned under the weight of his gaze. You’re tempted to run, to go hide in the bedroom and just miss the appointment all together. But you had been looking forward to this all week, and it sucks feeling so unsure now.

Simon speaks before you can.

“I’m never going to think you look ugly, love.”

You open your mouth to interject, but he holds up a hand to stop you.

“You could buzz your head, and I'd still think you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.”

And damn, if that one sentence doesn’t make you feel immediately better. You duck your head, trying to hide the goofy smile that grows on your face. Not that it does much to hide the heat rising on your cheeks. “Well… let’s hope we don’t have to do that,” you reply, quietly.

Simon snorts in response, but there’s a small smile on his face as well. He stands from the table, moving around it to press a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ll be fine.”

And wouldn’t you know it? You are fine, and you look fucking good with your new haircut.

[saragapen]

They don’t know how to sleep without each other anymore

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost’s love language as sparring.

Violence has been the only thing he’s ever known, but to Johnny he doesn’t want that. He’s sweet and safe, trustworthy and lovely in all the right ways. Soap understands that Ghost struggles with affection and is often awkward when trying to express it, so he comes up with a solution: friendly sparring. Soap explains to Ghost that it’s not his fault for feeling this way; that he doesn’t blame him for any of it. That they can come to a middle ground and he’s completely okay with it. Sparring isn’t vulnerable enough that he actively struggles with it, but he also incorporates small little gestures that show that he cares for him.

Like for example, they’ll play a game where they can lay as many pecks as they can on each other, it doesn’t matter where. The winner at the end would have the most amount of kisses laid. Or spars that would dissolve into tickle fights where they know where the other is ticklish at. Even cuteness aggression, which really only applies to Soap, where he bites Ghost lovingly, often leaving the gym room covered in bite marks.

Even if they’re not in a playful mood, where they need to let off steam after their emotions build up, they only trust each other to spar. They know that they’re not fragile and can pull their punches and call it whenever they want to. It’s their own way of saying, hey. I got you. You’re safe. It’s fun, it’s exhilarating and they’ve ruined other sparring experiences with other people because it’s the most enjoyable when they’re with each other.

[bobauthorman]

Wuya's Power

In the Xiaolin Showdown episode "Shard of Lightning", Wuya is coerced into giving Katnappe' a veritable luxury home of her in exchange for Shen Gong Wu.

In advance.

Now, I've always wondered how Wuya was able to pull this off. She had never done anything like that as a ghost in the first season. Eventually I just shrugged it off as a plot hole typical in cartoons. But only recently did I realize that Wuya did use that power before. In "In The Flesh", when she crafted that illusion for Raimundo!

Everything in Katnappe''s dream house? It probably an illusion! Which means it probably vanished the minute Katnappe' quit Wuya.

Serves her right.

[missholoska]

Would you smooch a ghost?

A. Heck yeah

B. Heck yeah

C. Heck yeah

D. Heck yeah

[voulezloux]

really awkward when you find your ex high school best friend on a dating app within days of you talking shit on him

[miss-lauryn-hill]

I never want to hear any debate on who the worst mother is in the power universe when Monet had her kids packing drugs in elementary school and catching bodies in middle school

[pelcas-beauty]

20+ Halloween Nail Art Ideas 2023

[culmaer]

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Headcannon featuring Gilly from Goober and the Ghost Chasers

Some of the more obvious questions likely being asked of the head photographer from Ghost Chasers Magazine during a photo salon as finds some of his poltergeistic photography being featured:

"Is it rather easy to photograph ghosts?"

"How do we know those are really ghosts and other spectral spirits?"

"What was the toughest ghost ever to photograph?"

"Is it easy to use digital photography to capture ghosts, or is it best to stick with infrared film?"

"Is it generally best to attempt ghost photography during the overnight hours?"

"How do you manage to stay awake and alert trying to catch the ideal ghost photographs? Do coffee or No-Doz come into the equation?"

[citizenstarlight]

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SURPRISE POSIVITY. | always accepting

I know this to forever for me to respond to. But thank you so much angel. Every time I looked at it in my inbox it filled my heart with joy. I am hoping you have an amazing day. And you have more joy than this brought me.

[little666wrath]

I just want dick bro come on

[britishchick09]

the palais garnier salons in the rewrite, 'ghost on the roof' and 'angel's mask' :)

[angel5ofp0rn]

thinking about the 141 as daddies of babies with afro hair 🙂‍↕️

Gaz would know the basics, naturally, and would take the extra time to make sure his babies always have their hair right. he reminds them how beautiful their hair is and how important it is to take the extra time and care to keep it healthy. if you’re not used to caring for their hair type, he’s very patient in teaching you the basics and hypes you up every time you do their hair on your own.

Price would shyly stumble into a black salon and ask for tips and tutorials on how to care for his children’s hair. he’d make sure he had all the right tools, products, accessories, etc. and make sure he knows how to use them. he does a piss poor job at styling it, and you always end up having to fix it anyway, but at least he tries.

Soap goes all in. he has his babies sat in front of him, and a youtube tutorial in front of them both, and he’s putting in the work. tongue sticking out as he braids and twists and, surprisingly, it turns out better than anyone expected— except him. he was confident from the get go. now it’s your turn, bonnie; boho braids or knotless box braids? i saw a lass earlier with her hair like this—

Ghost is standing by the shampoo bowl, arms crossed, at his children’s biweekly hair appointment telling the hairdresser that money is no object, just make his babies happy. he’s stocking up on bonnets, silk pillow cases, whateverthefuck that is that makes their hair smell so good and makes his li’l girl’s curls look shiny, the way she likes. he has their ipads charged up for their long appointments and is going in and out of the salon to fetch various snacks and drinks for the kids and the hairstylists taking care of them.

[rottingcorps3s]

bsf/roomate!soap

firm believer that soap loves long nails on his partner

went an got my nails done and thought about this the whole way home.

GUESS WHAT!! MORE PUSS EATING (shocker). soap is obsessed with you already, the nails really sent him over the edge. hair pulling. scratching. drunk!johnny. little bit of somo? this one is a little raunchy at the end.

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you sighed a breath of relief as you finally stepped back into your apartment. the fluorescent lights and strong smells of the nail salon had taken it out of you. the entire atmosphere becoming exhausting after the first 2 hours of sitting there. 4 hours later and your nails were done up and you were home.

it was 4 o’clock when you arrived. the home was silent, meaning johnny must’ve gone out. you decided to take advantage of your exhaustion, opting to take a quick power nap on the couch before deciding what to do for dinner.

-

you stirred slightly from the sound of the front door opening and closing. your body was unmoving, your mind pulling you back into a slumber. you could faintly here feet shuffling across the tile floor. johnny. you could feel when he entered the room, the energy shifting to accommodate another person.

you finally opened your eyes when you felt him approach the edge of the couch. he smiled down at you, a huge grin. a drunken grin.

“g’mornin’ bonnie,” he slurred.

you had no time to respond before you felt a rush of cold air cover your warm body, the blanket being lifted up. the chilled air was replaced by the blanket once more, but now another person as well.

johnny shimmied himself to lay between your legs, his head resting on your sternum. one arm snaking underneath you to hold you close to him.

“how much did you drink?” you questioned which a small laugh.

“too much…” he barely mumbled out, his eyes closed as his body melted into yours.

your hands subconsciously found place on his head, only resting them there at first before you started to gently scratch. johnny let out an obscene noise from the sensation.

you laughed at the noise, stopping your movements both from the laughter and the fact that johnny had grabbed your hand and was holding it. he had lifted up his head, his eyes darting back and forth over your new manicure.

“li’l bonnie’s got ‘er claws.” he said with that same drunken smile on his face.

“you like ‘em?” you questioned while still giggling.

he only nodded, his head plopping down before he set your hand back on his head, “keep doin’ it,” he mumbled against your shirt. you obliged, even using your other hand. gently scratching his scalp and tugging on his hair.

the actions slowly pushed you back into a light slumber, not asleep, but also not really awake. the stage where you could still free everything, but it all felt like a dream.

you could feel the warmth of johnny’s hands gently sliding up your shirt, gently caressing yours sides with his warm hands. you sighed happily from the sensation, your fingers still gently scratching his head.

you could also feel when his head disappeared under the blanket, your hands chasing after his hair. his hands still hot against your bare skin. you could feel the lightest of kisses he was leaving around your belly button, his head dipping lower and lower; leaving kisses on the way.

his hands slowly moved down your waist and hips, now resting on your thighs. he stopped his kisses for a moment once he reached the elastic band of your panties. his lips ghosted over the band before he gently pulled it back with his teeth, the elastic snapping against your skin.

you let out a small giggle, squeezing his hair harder than you had before. he let out a deep hum from the sensation which only caused you to do it again but harder. this earned you another obscene noise from him as well as a small smack to the side of one of your thighs.

johnny was now low enough to where your thighs were resting gently over his shoulders. the feeling of his stubble on the inside of your thighs made you realize just how close he was. you could feel his panting breathes against your clothed cunt.

“johnny…” you whimpered out, your plea barely above a whisper. you pushed his head down ever so slightly, coaxing him into your pussy. he happily obliged.

he stuck his tongue out to toy with your clit though your panties. he only lasted another second of that before he grabbed the elastic band and tugged them over your thighs and down your ankles. his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, giving you little time to process your missing clothing before he dove straight in.

jeeeeeeezzzuuuusssss i bet he’s a messy eater too. wanting to do his absolute best to satisfy his bestfriend. his roommate. his girl (which is how he refers to you when talking to his friends and coworkers).

even in his inebriated state, he knew what he was doing. his hot tongue lapping at your clit, almost making it a point to be as messy as possible as a combination of your wetness and his saliva dripped down your ass and onto the couch.

he’d pay so much attention to your clit, weather it was his tongue or fingers touching it, it was getting played with.

it’s also mandatory that your pull on his hair and scratch his back and shoulders. that’s actually all your really able to do anyway. he’d make sure to hold you against his mouth though every single orgasm. your new manicure digging into his shoulders, drawing small drops of blood.

he could care less honestly. he’s been through worse and would be fine if he were to die in the moment. completely consumed by your smell and drowning in your cum.

“johnny, stooooooopppp!!” your screech caught his attention, making him pull his head back and up to look at you. you were completely fucked out, your eyes glassy and tear stains on your cheeks. he had no idea how long it had been or how many times you had come, but judging by your face it was more than once.

you were finally able to catch your breath. your chest heaving up and down as johnny watched you with wide, puppy dog like eyes. his chin dripped with arousal and spit.

“was that okay?” he questioned, now feeling completely sober from the adrenaline. you only let out a loud laugh, which made him flush with embarrassment.

you reached down to grab his hair once more, this time pulling him up to be face to face with you. you smiled at him before he felt a warm sensation against his chin. your tongue.

you playfully licked his face clean of your wetness once more before your lips landed on his, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“you’re such a good boy.”

he immediately came in his pants.

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