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Watcher: credit to lulu_anjanette for this video!
#sorry if someone else posted this i just need it on my blog#watcher#watcher entertainment#ghost files#ghost files live#ryan and shane#idk what the tags are. tbh.#two men one braincell#ryan bergara#shane madej#ghost files tour#ghost files tour 2023#helen speaks
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Thomas, guess we'll go back to you. These two chuckleheads.
Ghost Files stops by FOX 9, does the weather Wednesday, Oct 4, 2023
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weird they didn’t find any ghosts using this method ✌🏼
(ghost files live - nov 1, san francisco)
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Q about this years ghost files tour, are the only people getting meet and greet access patreon monitors ? @wearewatcher
i bought "golden circle" tickets for this years chicago tour, no idea what that means though LMAO, and on patreon it said something about monitors and meet and greets? (i am *not* a monitor) if anyone knows/can help, please let me know !
#ghost posts#watcher#watcher entertainment#ghost files tour#ghost files live#ghost files live 2023#ghost files#ryan bergara#shane madej
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Tour Shenanigans: Ryan carries Shane just because
Someone in the audience asked if Ryan could carry Shane on stage, referencing the Ghost Files episode: “The Haunted Home of the Duyck Family” (00:12:30), he did.
Video taken at their 2023 Ghost Files Tour.
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Heartless, Chapter 2
🔞 Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader 🔞
Fake marriage/marriage of convenience, SMUT
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Your wedding night. Tags under read more.
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Tags: degradation kink, praise kink, size kink, consent negotiation, they egg each other on, gaslight gatekeep girlboss reader, pet names (whore, love, doll, good girl, pretty girl, bitch (yes this is used as a pet name I promise))
You watch the military chaplain sort through the prepared marriage license while the world’s largest butterflies do artistic gymnastics in your stomach.
Soap is the religious one out of the two of you, the Catholic one. You would’ve preferred a judge and a courthouse wedding more than this. But there was no time, and the headache of getting an American recognized by the multi-national special forces whatever-the-fuck just wasn’t worth it.
So a chaplain it is.
Soap has told you little about the soldier you’re set to marry. In his defense, he argued that there was very little to tell. Lt. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s personnel file is too classified for a mere civilian, and there are only two single-sided sheets of paper’s worth of information in there anyways.
The bare bones - he’s British. (Of course, he is.) He wears a mask that he never takes off. He’s served many tours, in many places. And while Johnny was remarkably diplomatic about the wording, he did caution you that Ghost’s reputation precedes him and terrifies almost everyone who hears it. With good, justified cause.
Lovely.
But the cold, crawling fingers of desperation and the memory of the times when you couldn’t afford to go to the doctor reminded you of your priorities. And so you have agreed to bind yourself to some dude with a ridiculous, overwrought moniker.
After more than a few years of dealing with medical bureaucracy, military bureaucracy is hardly a match for you. You’ve come prepared with the family accommodations application filled out. You have copies of your identifying documents, birth certificates. The basic background check completed.
Once this is done and solemnized, Soap has volunteered to run it personally to his commanding officer like a good little messenger boy. An early wedding gift, he called it.
You’ve asked him for a Keurig just to be an asshole. And whether or not he got one, for real, Soap won’t say.
All that’s left is to… well. Say the vows and hope no one looks close enough to demand ‘proof.’ Like you’re in some awful fucking medieval romance novel. It’s 2023. You refuse to relinquish any bedsheets. Gross. And they’re expensive.
Lt. Riley still has fifteen minutes before the ceremony is supposed to start.
You’re only early out of an abundance of caution and anxiety. There was only so much sitting around in your old apartment and waiting for the clock hands to move you could take, not after you spent all night packing your life into your car and then climbed out onto your roof to watch the sunrise.
The next one you see, you will be a wife.
Even though Soap refused to show you a picture of Lt. Riley, you did your best to look somewhat presentable. For the pictures. And maybe a little bit for him.
The nicest dress you own, the jewelry you always wear.
Shit. Jewelry. Ring.
“Soap. Soap. I don’t have a ring.” Oh, that’s just your fucking luck, isn’t it? You have remembered literally everything. Your potato masher, your books, and the last of your immunosuppressants are packed into a cooler filled with ice.
Other than the one thing you absolutely need.
Your friend stares at you from the corner of his eye. “What do you mean, you don’t got a ring?”
The chaplain’s going to turn and ask what’s wrong any second.
Before he notices, you grab Soap’s bicep and drag him into a corner as the last of your forced calm flees. “I don’t have a ring,” You hiss as your polished nails dig into his dress uniform.
That’s something you should thank him for after this calamity passes. At least your maid of honor is appropriately attired as if this were a real wedding. Or maybe Johnny is a matron of honor because he hasn’t been a virgin in years? Whatever.
His exasperation is less than reassuring. “Alright. Calm down. Calm down, lass. We’ll sort that out later-“ The chapel doors open, cutting him off.
Wow. You thought that Soap was kidding about the mask. That’s a mask.
A balaclava. With a skull on it. Edgy.
Oh, but he’s tall. Taller than you, taller by a couple of inches than Soap. That must really piss your friend off. He is… very tall. And heftily built.
No dress uniform. Just a black sweatshirt showing ripples of defined, bulky muscles underneath and dark wash jeans. And eye black obscures the skin around his eyes, everything his mask doesn’t cover.
It seems impractical, though you can’t deny the shiver of awe that flicks through your nerves when Lt. Ghost meets your inquisitive gaze. His irises are so dark that you can’t distinguish his pupils, leaving you with the impression of looking into twin black holes.
Do you shake his hand? Do you…
You wait for him to make the first move, and he makes no move at all.
“Hi, Lt. Riley,” You say softly, almost timidly. First impressions tend to go better when you make yourself smaller.
For a moment there, you almost think he didn’t hear you. You watch him narrow his eyes as if you’re more than what he was expecting. “License?” He asks after a painfully long awkward silence.
You shove the other papers at Soap, so you have a spare hand to find it. And if you conveniently remain deaf to his protests at being used as a shelf? That’s what maids of honor are for - whatever the bride need.
“License? Oh- uh, yeah, here.” The half-completed form crumples slightly in his hand. It’s from those bulky gloves, and you die a little inside at the sight.
When he hands it back to you with a messy, scrawled signature at all the highlighted blanks, you turn your body away to ensure he overlooks your vain efforts to smooth it out. “Just call me Ghost.”
Damn, this one wrinkle won’t come out. The chaplain will think you’re unprofessional. “Okay, Ghost,” You respond absentmindedly. He hovers in the corner of your eye like his namesake, which is annoying. It’s not as if you’re hiding a fucking bomb over here-
And you stop thinking that immediately. You know, in case they can read minds in this heavily guarded, highly secret special forces base or utilize some tinfoil hat conspiracy theorist's secret weapon. That’s mostly an inside joke you have with yourself. You leave a little room for healthy paranoia to offset the healthy humor.
The chaplain and his small glasses interrupt now that the groom has arrived, and you hand him the still-messed-up license with an embarrassed flush on your cheeks. Thankfully, he takes it without complaint. Maybe a little judgment - and then you remember you have that issue with the rings. There will be more judgment to come.
“Are you ready to begin?” The middle-aged man asks.
Ghost nods almost at the same time you do.
“We are gathered here in the presence of this witness for the purpose of uniting in matrimony Lt. Simon Riley and…”
You tune out the entirety of the cookie-cutter wedding ceremony. The chaplain goes on and on, all sorts of shit about love and forever that you know he has to say but is remarkably humorous in light of your circumstances.
Lt. Riley’s eyelashes are blonde. You couldn’t see it before, but now that you’re inches from him, you can’t look away. They’re a pale platinum blonde that stands out against his dark eyes like threads of ice, and you count each one. Fascinating.
The chaplain clears his throat, then gestures for Ghost to take your hand.
The glove stays on. But he is gentle about it, gentler than what seems natural for his movements. “Do you take Lt. Riley to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?” That’s laying it on a bit thick, you think.”
“I do,” You say, voice low and confident.
“Do you, Lt. Riley, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?”
Something shifts in his gaze. He tilts his head to the side and tracks the features of your face, your full mouth, and your cheekbones. “I do.” You wouldn’t even know where he was looking, had it not been for the stark whites of his eyes darting back and forth.
“The rings?” Your officiant asks.
You hear Johnny stifle a chuckle. Damn him for standing so far away; if he were closer, you’d step on his foot with your heel. “We- the rings are in the mail. They haven’t gotten here yet.” You smile winningly as you hold the chaplain’s bemused stare, practically daring him to call out your poorly-concealed lie.
Ghost hasn’t let go of your hand this whole time. Even he lets out a small huff after seeing your perfect poker face.
“I see. Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
You won't kiss him in front of everyone if he doesn’t lower his mask. As he obviously won’t, you stand on your very tippy-toes and kiss his cheek like you’re at a middle school dance.
Then it’s done, and you’re married.
Ghost pulls his hand back as if you’ve burned him, then steps away before you can ask him any questions.
Just as you try to chase him- “Congratulations, lass,” Soap exclaims, sweeping you into a hug that lifts you off the ground.
It’s got a hell of a lot more than excitement in it; you can feel his relief, and he goes as far as to kiss your forehead like a brother before letting you down.
There’s nothing on earth you can do to repay him. “Thank you. Really. Thank you.” For a moment, you’re children again—two kids against the world.
Johnny takes the license and the rest of your paperwork. “Gotta run this to Chief Laswell. But- you’ll be fine. Don’t be too scared.” You can tell he’s fucking around, but there’s an edge to his voice that you don’t love.
No person can be scarier than a hospital bill. “Worry about yourself, Johnny,” You tell him.
It takes a second for the steel in your eyes to reassure him. Eventually, he nods. “Good luck.” Then he makes his way to Ghost.
They speak in murmurs too quiet for you to hear, and you can see Soap grip his forearm tight enough to bruise. Then they come to some sort of silent consensus. Ghost’s mask gives away absolutely nothing, but your friend seems satisfied enough.
“Uh- pardon me, I’m sure Lt. Riley and yourself are eager to… celebrate the evening.” The chaplain’s acting like you and Ghost are about to start going at each other right here, right now.
That is a known stereotype for hastily-married couples, and he’s probably seen some traumatizing things in this very chapel. Either way, you coordinate a retreat into the hallway to give the poor man a break.
Ghost holds the door open for you, and you wonder what torture Soap promised to get him to do that. He doesn’t seem pleased. You’d tell him that he doesn’t need to bother, but you’re not so invested in Ghost’s immediate happiness, and that’s a lot of work.
Someone’s waiting for you in the corridor. A poor uniformed soldier has been conscripted into acting as envoy on behalf of the Special Forces, and he asks you both to follow him to your temporary quarters.
Right. Yes.
Ghost doesn’t say a word. He matches your steps with uncanny accuracy, and you’re beginning to understand why people sincerely call him by his preferred moniker. It’s fucking freaky, how quickly and efficiently he moves without any sound at all. You might even forget he was there if not for the heavy, uncomfortable weight on your back that reminds you he’s still watching.
Then the soldier rounds a corner and presents you with an open door. The lights are on, and a bouquet of fresh flowers is on the table inside with a little white card.
Your guide hightails it out as soon as you’re through the doorway.
And then Ghost closes the door behind him.
You and him. Alone. There’s no one in the other room or close enough to hear if something goes wrong.
You watch him keep himself busy, circling perimeters and learning exits and entrances, and you think… you wouldn’t mind it if something went wrong.
Reading people is something that can’t be taught, not really. You’re lucky to have come out of the womb with that ephemeral quality clutched tightly in one hand. While the mask makes it difficult, you are… learning. You are noting shifts in posture, inflections of voice, where those dark eyes linger.
You need to collect more data.
“Do I have to call you Ghost? I can’t just call you Simon?” Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips, and the tension in the air tastes electric on your teeth. It will be a coin toss to see which way that tension goes, you think.
“Don’t say that name. ‘M not gonna repeat myself.”
You’ll do as he says because now he’s staring into your eyes without flinching. “Hm. Fine.” Which is what you wanted.
Ghost removes his gloves for a moment to fiddle with his phone, and you can’t help but stare.
He has beautiful hands. Long, thick fingers, knuckles marked with a lifetime’s worth of scar tissue, more scars wrapping themselves like cords across the backs of his hands. Beautiful.
There are tattoos blanketing his left forearm. You can’t see them from here, and you doubt you’ll get to examine them in detail sometime this century. Tattoos are so personal, and it would take words a lot tougher than a question to get through his shark skin persona.
Gloves go back on. And he’s caught you staring. You don’t give a fuck.
You relish the challenge.
Like a feral raccoon or a bored weasel, you’ll push and push and push until you’ve found something entertaining.
Does Ghost think that if he menaces you in silence long enough, you’ll scream when he says ‘boo’? How cute.
Out of nowhere, he slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You’re lookin’ at me.” You could make a snide comment about noticing the obvious, but that’s not the fight you want to pick. Yet.
You’re far more intrigued by the issue of his ghastly, ghoulish, fearsome camouflage. “Do you really, like, wear the mask all the time? Even to sleep? What about eating? You don’t care about getting crumbs all over it?” Your voice would sound genuine if you put a little more effort into it.
Silence. He knows you’re trying to pry him out into the open, and he thinks he can ignore you until you give up.
Your eyes narrow. “Oh, come on. I’m your wife now. I’m allowed to ask questions.” Those fucking icy eyelashes. Your feet move before you realize it, bringing you closer to him so you can repeatedly run the contrast in your mind.
Ghost crosses his burly arms over his chest. “Not if they’re fuckin’ annoying ones,” He snaps back.
That’s one hell of a British accent. Not a posh one; working class, probably not from London.
Like his eyes, hands, and stature, his low, raspy voice is beautiful, too. “Isn’t that what wives are for?” You bait.
You catch his eye roll and match it with a dirty glare. “Do you ever shut up?” Ghost asks, advancing so quickly that you find yourself trapped against the wall, some primal flight instinct activated by his sinuous, menacing stride.
And you’ve been asked that very same question many, many times in your life. “Um… not really,” You toss out. Smugly, like you’re winning whatever fucked-up game is brewing between you. You totally are.
Like this, you must tilt your head to meet his furious eyes. “Fuck. That’s tedious.” Obviously, this is not nearly as tedious as he complains. He’s still here.
Your eyes flick between the door and Ghost’s mask, indicating he’s free to walk away. “Oh, I’m being tedious? Look at me. Look at me. Say that again.” Under your dress, your skin feels warm. As if he’s already touching you.
Ghost takes another step forward. “You… are… being… tedious.” Close enough that his combat boots touch your fancy low heels.
Kissing someone through a mask is very stupid, both in theory and practice. Just as you thought earlier.
Somehow, some way, Ghost makes it work.
Gentleness seems to be a foreign language to him; he wraps one large hand around your jaw, pushing you against the wall, so roughly that pain radiates across your scalp, and digs his index finger and thumb in until he’s holding your mouth open.
And that’s how he kisses you. Forcing you to be exactly as still as he wants and pressing his mask over your lips, and your eyes flutter shut as if this were a real kiss. If this were a real kiss, you’d have your teeth halfway through his bottom lip by now.
Great idea. Just as Ghost moves back, you nip his mask with your teeth. Nothing serious, no real damage. Enough to teach him something about you, more important than words can say.
For only a moment, it lifts from his face. Not in any type of direction where you can see more, but the fabric stretches, and it reminds him that that’s all his mask is. Fabric. Not metal or bone.
“Nah, don’t do that,” Ghost warns before leaning in again.
Fine. This time, you dig your nails into the tiniest revealed sliver of his pale neck as you kiss him until he’s forced to pin your wrist above your head with one gloved hand.
He seeks to chastise you again, but you put a stop to that by arching into his chest instead of away.
This sets the beautiful, pristine line of your neck on display as you tilt your head just the right way. You know your angles, and you bet he probably enjoys holding fragile things in his palms before crushing them the next second.
The unmarked skin above your pulsing carotid artery sure looks fragile.
And, of course, it invites Ghost to dip his burning gaze lower.
You look good. You know you do; you know that your cleavage pops in this dress, you layer perfume to be the most memorable woman in the room, and this confidence has been insulating you all day.
He’s not immune to it. His other hand runs along your exposed collarbones before dipping between your breasts. He takes the fabric of your dress between his fingers, testing the strength of the cloth and construction.
Wait, hold on, this shit was expensive. And unless he’s going to replace it-
Ghost has been too busy staring at your boobs to notice that he’s let go of your wrist, and you pounce on the opening. You’re out of his grasp immediately before peeling the dress off. Shame is for the weak.
His appreciative groan goes straight to your nerves, to your nipples hardening under your sheer bralette and your panties beginning to stick to your skin.
All that newly exposed skin and soft curves turn the desire in his dark eyes into a ruthless hunger.
You watch him walk towards you, circle you. He checks your ass out in the most blatant way possible, so you feel the compliment more than you hear it.
You turn to look at him through lashes all dolled up with mascara and make your eyes round, doe-like - as saccharine as artificially-flavored taffy.
Even through the balaclava, Ghost grins.
“Can I help you with that?” He asks, gesturing to the flimsy metal clasp in the center of your back that holds the bra in place.
His gloved fingers trail down your spine when you sweep your hair from your shoulders. “What a gentleman.” There are dozens of other more productive things he could be doing right now to get you naked.
He coaxes a slight, involuntary shiver from your spine when he digs his fingertips into the curve of your breast, and you dread what will happen when Ghost finds all the other weak spots.
Just as you’re about to end his fun and get this bra off yourself, he undoes the clasp. “Don’t want to ruin your pretty clothes.” A harsh, jagged leather glove edge clips your skin as he does so. While it won’t make you bleed, not even close, you feel he wouldn’t care if something did.
Fuck.
Instead of dropping both arms out obediently so he can slip you out of it all at once, you have the genius idea of sticking out one arm after another.
This forces Ghost to face you as you let the bralette drop.
A flush crawls up your chest, blooming pink and flustered between your breasts. “You think I look pretty?” You ask, barely suppressing the whine from your tone. It’s a real whine, one that speaks to how badly you want this to escalate.
Someone wolf-whistling at your tits usually makes you angry enough to hit them, but Ghost’s whistle makes the blush in your skin burn brighter. “Christ,” He mutters. The bone-white teeth on his mask distort, then stretch, like he’s licking his lips.
You spent a little extra time this morning hunting down a nice pair of lace-trimmed underwear, and now you’re thrilled you bothered. “Gonna make me wait forever?”
The answer is no. He’s on you in the next second, palm flat between your collarbones as he practically shoves you towards the bare regulation mattress, the kind of thing you’d see in a college dorm.
When you land, the slight impact takes your breath away.
But then he sees your thighs pressing together, your hips shifting, and your eyelids flutter. You’re fucking melting from that force alone. “You like it mean?” He wonders, half-mocking, half-genuine.
You push yourself up on your elbows, making your tits bounce more than necessary. Just to watch him lose his train of thought again.
You’re dripping through your panties, you can feel slick arousal on your skin, and he’ll know as soon as you spread your legs. “I like it mean.” Your smile is wide and beckoning. And filled with your own intentionally-grating menace.
After all, he’s asking the wrong question.
The right question is whether he can be mean enough, whether he can touch you with enough cruelty to make you come. Already, your pussy twitches at the thought.
Something glints in his sin-dark eyes. “Good. That’s a good girl.” No, he promised you something else.
“That’s not very mean.”
You get no further warning.
He braces one muscled forearm across your chest to force you down before shoving that hand under your jaw, so your face is entirely in his control. He keeps you looking at the ceiling, and you realize it’s so he can pull his mask down.
Dammit. You try to fight it, dip your jaw to see his face, but his grip is tougher than iron and so tight that it will leave bruises on your chin.
Then you feel his teeth bite into your throat, mark after mark along the length of your neck, and it hurts. It fucking hurts, and your eyes roll back into your head, skin on fucking fire. “God, real eager, ain’t you?” Ghost hisses as you cough and struggle for breath against his hand. “Haven’t known me for twenty-four hours, and you’re already spreading your legs like a whore.”
There are lingering kisses that are just shy of gentle, long lathes of his tongue along your sweaty skin, and then there are savage bites into the side of your breast, in between them, his fingers plucking at the hardened bud of your nipple.
Your mind is empty, completely empty, as your hips grind up towards his and the thick, heavy erection you can feel through his jeans. “You do that for every man who looks at you twice?” You can hardly hear him over your squeaks of pain mixing with pleasure. Now he’s slotted a knee between your thighs, giving you something to rock your covered pussy on.
“Only for the ones who deserve it,” You get out between clenched teeth, holding back your moans, so he doesn’t get that satisfaction.
He chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. “Fuckin’ hell.” When he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking, licking, sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves but hovering on the edge of real damage…
It takes an embarrassingly long time for you to put together a retort. “Jealous that you haven’t had a turn yet?”
“Naw, I ain’t jealous. Ain’t gotta be. I know you want me.” He punctuates his words by cruelly pressing his knee harder into your clit, wrenching a long, tortured sound from your throat.
If he keeps that up… already, something hot and vicious begins to simmer low in your stomach, a hollow ache.
Then he fucking lets up on covering you in marks to watch your face twist in rapture when he does it again. “Come on then, Lieutenant. Big, scary, mean Ghost,” You tell him breathlessly.
Again, his knee, your aching clit, you don’t wanna come all over his pants except you kind of do, and if he realizes that, he’ll make you.
His fingers pluck your nipple one last time. “Yeah, I’ll fuckin’ show you.” Then he shoves his mask on haphazardly, withdrawing his hands so he can pull his gloves off. “Take that shit off. Right now,” Ghost orders.
The fabric of your soaked panties rips a little in your enthusiasm to get them away from you, and you toss them in some corner without looking.
And as you hold his gaze, face flushed and dewy from his kisses, you part your legs.
Ghost is so taken by the sight of your glistening, aroused core that he has to sit back for a second and just… “Fuuuck,” He groans, eyes lidded with want.
You run a single teasing hand along the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Still pretty?” Your smile is all teeth, hunger, and a promise that you don’t need him to have a good time.
He shakes his head. “I don’t fuck self-absorbed bitches,” Ghost warns. As if he isn’t literally rolling up his sleeves as he speaks. As if you can’t see his muscles strain and flex with the effort of not touching you.
His shoulders are so huge that he casts a shadow when he looks over you. “You will.” You pause to make a show out of sliding your wicked gaze down to his jeans. “You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to your…” Then Ghost grabs your hips before you can finish your sentence and drags you to the edge of the mattress.
You hear him sigh through his teeth. “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Prettiest tits, prettiest ass… Where have you been hiding?” It seems that he does, in fact, like you self-absorbed. You’ll drag more compliments from his mouth before the night is over, you swear it.
When you try to slip a leg over his shoulder before he’s ready, Ghost traps your soft thighs open and in place with his hands. “The United States of America.” Fuck. Fuck.
He strokes through your folds with two fingers, not deep enough to do anything but tease. Still, you jump as soon as you feel him brush your clit with a feather-light touch.
Ghost takes those two slick fingers and lazily holds them out in front of your mouth. “Look at me, and this is over. You hear me? I don’t give a fuck how much you whine or complain.” You take them in your mouth in a show of obedience that surprises him, eagerly lapping up your musk and the salt of his skin.
But not entirely obedient - you nip his fingertips before you pull away, and a string of saliva stretches between you. “I hear you.” Whatever. Avoiding peeking at his face is, like, the easiest thing someone could do to get eaten out.
He waits until your head is properly thrown back, and you rest a hand over your eyes, so there’s no chance you will look down.
As if remembering your reaction to his earlier mercy, Ghost takes his sweet fucking time doing everything but eat your needy, dripping cunt. Your stupid, annoying, evil husband covers the soft, plush flesh of your thighs in kisses, he licks up the arousal that’s leaked onto your skin throughout this game, he leaves more love bites in the crease of your thigh.
Asshole.
And it feels good. Of course, it feels good, and you’re already a squirming, pleading mess, holding back your sighs because you’ll be damned if he thinks you’ll fold with no effort.
When he finally licks a hot stripe through your folds, carefully sucking at your clit, your resulting moan fucking bursts out of your chest, drawn out and desperate.
You can feel him laugh against your sensitive flesh before he just…
Your hips can’t get closer if you tried, you’re caught between grinding on his face and trying to flinch away as he fucks you with his mouth, Ghost’s tongue moving with unerring precision to pour pleasure like lightning through your veins.
Your cunt clenches around nothing as he goes back and forth, licking, sucking, making your thighs tremble around his face. “Shit, shit, keep doing that, fuck-“ You beg, mouth open because it feels like you can’t breathe. The air tastes hot, like sex, like smoke and bourbon.
Ghost’s groans are barely audible over the sloppy, explicit sounds of his mouth coaxing more slick out of your core, all over his face. “You taste-“ He presses two thick fingers inside. “So fucking-“ It stings, it’s a stretch, he has to lap at your swollen clit with a delicate touch to get you to loosen up. “Good-“ Your muscles twist and spasm around his fingers, fluttering in time with each thrust.
Then he picks up the pace. “Ghost, Jesus, what the fuck are you-“ You sob, gasping as you try to get control over your body. He’s got every reaction, your vocal cords, your nerves, your needy, desperate cunt, entirely in hand.
His free hand digs into your leg, nails aimed to hurt. And like the whore you absolutely are, every time he does that, your stomach tightens further. “No need to say my name twice, love,” Ghost tells you in a voice as smooth as velvet, like he’s endlessly amused at your expense.
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” You bitch before getting that knee over his muscled shoulder and dragging his hot, wet mouth towards your pussy again.
Your shriek fills the air when he bites, like really bites your thigh in revenge. “‘M busy fucking you. Come on, lemme in. Lemme find it.” His fingers-
They’re thrusting into you deeper, he slides his other hand under your hips to angle your pelvis up.
And then you feel him brush something deep inside your pussy that makes you clench as tight as a vice around his hand. “Um, fuck, I-“ Your back arches off the mattress, and you’ve got your eyes screwed shut in pleasure, your free hand flailing around as you try to just- just get everything under control…
You can’t think, can’t speak, he touches that patch of sensitive flesh inside of you, and it just wipes your brain clean, replacing everything with Ghost. “There we go. That’s it,” He coos at your helplessness, smug with the knowledge that all your bravado and rationality fail when his fingers fuck you harder, rougher.
Ghost helps you chase the orgasm gathering on the horizon, so powerful that you can feel it humming like power lines in your teeth. “Hn-“ Your moans rise and echo off the bare walls, and he drags his fingers inside you at the same time he places his mouth on your aching, swollen clit.
“Got 60 seconds to come, or I’ll stop.” It’s right there, just out of reach, like your skin is on fire and your body is so, so, so desperate for everything he can give.
Tears gather in your eyes. “No, please, don’t stop,” You beg, words garbled up with whimpers and cries, tears tracking down your sweaty cheeks.
Whenever your leg tries to hold him in place to fight off the pleasure or your core clamps down so he can’t withdraw his fingers, he fucks you harder. “Pretty girl.” Holy shit. You just need to breathe, to try and focus, but you can’t. It’s so- “Good fucking girl.”
You need to come. You need to come, you’re trying, you don’t want him to leave you like this, so much arousal pours out of your flushed, oversensitive core that it covers his wrist, and your hips begin to buck and shake. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1-“
“I- I’m coming, oh my fucking God-“ Your orgasm drags you down in a fury, pulsing hot and violent. Every muscle trembles and your whimpers reach a fever pitch. And Ghost pries at each scrap of your pleasure he can get, sucking and sucking at your flesh, and you can’t do anything. You have to let him swallow you whole.
You forget how to fucking breathe, and you’re sobbing under the hand over your face, trying to escape the sensation, but you can’t stop coming, clenching, chasing the high.
He lets you ride out the last of it on his hand, helping you through the aftershocks and gentling the pace of his tongue until you’re spent.
When that ringing sound clears from your ears, you sit up with sore stomach muscles and reach for him; mask be damned. Ghost gets the balaclava down over his nose, exposing his mouth shiny with your cum.
Your first real kiss is messy and slick, lips slipping against his and saliva going everywhere. His sticky hands tangle in your hair, and you gasp into his mouth from the sudden, sharp pain. It’s his turn to sigh when you nip at his full bottom lip, a deep, raspy sound that you could become addicted to very easily.
Your fingers slip under the edge of the mask - just where it covers his neck, and Ghost pauses for a moment, lips suspended over yours.
It takes three thundering heartbeats for him to return to kissing the air out of your lungs.
His hair feels short under your fingertips, bluntly cut to a regulation length. You’ve done it before for Soap when he first enlisted. You take your nails over the back of his neck once, then again, hard enough to make it sting.
“Bitch,” Ghost hums, and it’s the softest thing he’s said all evening. Like your teeth and claws are more impressive, more beautiful than your obedience.
Clearly, no one taught him how to behave toward a wife. “Manners.” This time, you draw a little blood from his mouth, and Ghost almost melts into a puddle in your hands.
“Let me fuck you.” He has one hand on your throat, not a chokehold so much as a loose necklace. A wedding ring on your finger couldn’t be more possessive than Ghost’s lingering, eager touch.
And when you press your forehead to his through the mask, he permits it. “I thought you just did.”
Something about his eye roll makes him seem younger. Lighter, more playful. “Let me fuck you again,” He tries. Yeah, no. You’re not a cheap date. “Turn around. Come on.” He has to do better than that.
The look on your face makes him sigh. “Don’t make me beg.”
Next time, he shouldn’t try and give you ideas. Definitely not for free. “What happened to ‘I don’t fuck self-absorbed bitches’?” You ask coyly. You could ask him for anything right now, you think, and Ghost would give it to you.
Pained, aching frustration blooms in his dark brown eyes.
“Jesus, you’re never going to drop that, are you?” Ghost is so cute like this, squirming in his own vaguely-repressed way. He answers you quickly, far more quickly than someone who’s only tolerating this would. “You were right.” The hand on your throat moves delicately across your shoulders, massaging your neck, all luxury and indulgence, a slow seduction.
His words are like music to your ears. “I usually am.” You’re a sucker for that specific compliment. And with Ghost determined to caress every inch of your skin, your arms, the dip of your waist, well…
You bat his wanting hands away and flip yourself over. It takes a little care not to tweak anything, but being on your hands and knees is better for your spine in the long run, anyway.
His large palm runs up and down the length of your back, leaving warmth wherever he goes—softening your muscles, getting you used to his presence when you can’t see him, until you’re relaxed and pliant on the bed.
Fabric rustles behind you. It’s the balaclava; he’s pulled it off and tossed it to the side. You can just see it out of the corner of your eye. “Spoilin’ me with this view, love.” Then Ghost kisses the small of your back as he kneels on the bed, covering your skin with appreciation as he makes his way up.
You can’t help your small, genuinely breathless laugh when he kisses the side of your neck. “Make this good, and you’ll see it a second time,” You promise. Then he palms one of your tits, and you grind your ass against his hard-on, so he doesn’t get too lost in the sauce.
He nips your earlobe. “I’m the best you’re gonna have.” When he withdraws, he takes all his warmth with him, leaving you cold and bereft. “Might be a tight fit, doll,” Ghost tells you as he unbuckles his jeans.
Ooh, doll. That’s a new one. You haven’t been called that before. You like it.
His fingers dip between your thighs, nudging at your clit until you’re gasping and writhing. When he works two, then three digits into your cunt, he stretches you out with brisk efficiency.
The slick sound of skin on skin - Ghost pulls his fingers from you to spread your arousal over his dick, pumping himself a few times.
“I can take you.”
One of his palms rests on your back as he carefully, so so, so carefully slips the blunt head of his cock inside. “Ohhhhh, oh fuck.” You go completely slack, cheek dropping to the mattress. He’s big. He’s fucking massive.
Ghost is hardly moving at all, and still, your pussy is trembling, desperately trying to clamp down on him, but you’re too stretched out-
He’s gasping, exhaling hard through his nose while he tries to re-adjust. The feeling of you squeezing him is unbearable.“God. My fuckin’ God. You’re-“ Ghost cuts himself off, and you hear him curse. He pulls himself out slightly, then pushes back in. “Loosen- loosen up a little. Please.” You can’t even make sense of his pleading, not when his dick is so big inside your belly that you don’t have room for thoughts.
When he plays with your clit, rubbing tight circles with his thumb, you feel the pleasure grow and churn and make you shake. “I- you’re so big, I can’t,” You barely succeed at getting out.
But- he rolls his hips again, and your body opens for him bit by bit. “Please. That’s it, that’s it, pretty girl. Doll. Good girl,” He chants.
And what can you do but let out an answering moan, a strung-out, needy, desperate sound for words your brain doesn’t know?
Your nails are seconds away from tearing the plastic mattress cover. God, if only- if only your cunt wasn’t stuffed so full. “Ghost… fuck, you’re splitting me in two.” He bottoms out, and he’s so deep, like he’s molding you around him. After a moment, Ghost starts fucking you in earnest.
“Holy shit, yes, right there-“ You gasp when his hard cock presses against your g-spot, your core shivering around him.
Ghost keeps at it with both hands on your hips to hold you steady. “I know. I know. I have you. I have you, love.” Your body trusts him to guide you through this - he’s sturdy and strong, and you feel every inch moving inside of you with his thrusts. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Christ.” Sweat gathers at your hairline before tracking down your face to join the little pool of saliva below your slack, open mouth.
When he grinds into your hypersensitive, tender pussy, you shriek, his cock fucking the sounds out of your strained vocal cords. “Feels so good,” He groans in a shaken, undone voice.
Despite your fucked-out head, despite getting the best dick of your life, you find another ounce of spite you haven’t tapped into yet. “B-best you’ve ever, hngh, had?” You’re dripping around him, so soaked that the wet sounds of your cunt echo almost drown out your nonsensical, cock-drunk noises.
Ghost laughs before fucking you harder, determined to make you scream. “Yeah, best fuckin’ pussy. Best girl. Fuck. Fuck.” And just as he does that, you hear him lick his fingers before pressing them to your swollen clit.
Oh no. Oh no. Your pussy begins to tighten and twitch, and you didn’t plan for this, the pleasure sneaks up on you as you fight it, trying to keep your head above water and your body from… “I’m not gonna last, shit, you’re too good to me,” Ghost growls, relentlessly pounding into you.
Your stomach aches and screams with your orgasm, but you’re not ready yet, you need a second. You- he’s manipulating your body so keenly, you’ve never felt anything like it.
His hips snap into your ass, aiming viciously for your g-spot. “You’ll come again. Like this,” Ghost orders, then presses down on your back, so you drop your chest and cant your hips up.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can,” You confess, each sound chopped up and breathless as he fucks you harder and harder.
He keeps his fingers on your clit at the same pressure, same speed, and it feels so good that you’re going to start sobbing at any second. Your knees are about to give out, and Ghost’s thrusts get wilder, messier.
“Come. Come for me.”
You’re screeching, crying, wailing as you come. Cunt spasming on his dick, your lungs empty and howling for relief. Your hips keep pushing back towards him to chase the high. Each wave is more painful, more powerful than the next, leaving you a twitching, helpless mess.
You come so fucking hard around him that you think you were meant for this. It’s the sweetest relief, like hot fire licking through your veins. It’s all Ghost and the cock he’s breaking you open on. Your pleasure slices into your gut like a sharpened knife, and your slick covers his pants, your thighs, the bed below you.
He shoves himself into you one last, impossibly deep, painfully good time, and Ghost comes with a long, drawn-out moan as your muscles milk him. There’s a burst of warmth - except your spasming, still-orgasming pussy is packed to the brim with his cock, so you feel his come drip all over your trembling, weak legs.
When he pulls out, he slides an arm around your waist before gently lowering you to the bed. Then Ghost lays on his side so he can draw your bare, sweat-soaked back to his chest, tucking you into him. And while you’re insensible, he grabs the balaclava and shoves it over his face.
You come back to yourself in increments, your head hazy and filled with small snapshots of tenderness.
Ghost adjusts the open buckle of his belt, so it doesn’t hurt you or irritate your sensitive skin. Your hand seeks one of his blindly until he wraps his fingers around yours. He stops your shivering by unzipping his hoodie and draping it over your naked body.
Your heart rate slows to something more reasonable, and as your eyes open, you see his tattoos. He’s got your head cushioned on his shoulder, so your hair has draped itself all over his arm.
You can see monochrome shadows dancing on his muscled, scarred skin, skulls, bombs, and dog tags, all of it peeking out.
Beautiful. Edgy, scary, beautiful. “I like them,” You say as you outline a lovingly-detailed sniper’s scope with the tip of your finger.
He doesn’t laugh, he’s recovering too, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Not too shabby, eh?”
Barbed wire in that faded, blue-black color that tattoos turn with age, greyscale fire, and brimstone… “They suit you. And so does the mask.” Ghost exhales softly, air fanning out across your skin.
Then he shifts, tightens his arm around you, and brings you closer. “Thanks,” He murmurs after a long, substantial moment.
You try to banish the exhaustion creeping on you to the recesses of your mind. It makes your tongue slippery, makes the thoughts fall straight out of your head and into the world. “Yeah, no problem. Did you know that your eyelashes are blonde? I’ve been thinking about it since I first saw you.”
There are many other things you want to say, but you chew on the inside of your cheek and manage to stop them.
“Have you now?”
Aw, damn. So you did say that out loud, and he heard you. “Yeah. Yeah.” Each time you blink, you do it slower, like gravity is somehow increasing as time goes on, and you’re losing the power to resist it.
Where’d he go? “Gotta fuckin’… put some sheets on this bed. Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, love.” You poke your head up for a second and look around. No Ghost behind you, no arms cradling you.
Then you spot him by the door, shoving his keycard in his pocket. “Mmph.” You don’t lie down until he circles around and curls his palm around your cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” Ghost promises, and with his blessing, you roll over and close your eyes.
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yoooooooo, I was scrolling through your old blogs and I found you had a mystery files jacket??????? Did you get that at the old shop?? Also what other kind of watcher merch do you have? Cause like, I'm thinking of getting some but I'm afraid they'll add something new and then I've wasted all my money :(
yeah!! i have a mystery files jacket! i got it on the old watcherstore when mystery files premiered last year. i love it, it has inside pockets!!! i wore it to the chicago pride parade last year too!
i have quite a bit of watcher merch because im 🤏 irresponsible with money, and my brother and parents get me watcher merch for birthdays and christmas.
i have the professor plush which i love and cherish so much. he is perfect for squeezing when i get really excited and need to stim
the watcher logo patch and the weird wonderful world patch (that are just by my computer, offering their support)
the weird wonderful world shirt (i actually have 2 because one was misprinted and i was able to get a replacement)
the team shaniac shirt that just cracks me up everytime i look at it. i wore it when i met shane and ryan on tour last october!
the lil ghost from too many spirits pin that lives on my fluffy white coat.
the professor scrunchie and the too many spirits scrunchie (they came as a duo). im obsessed with the professor scrunchie im too scared to wear it cus i dont want to get it dirty. (THEY GAVE HIM A HAT !! THEY PUT A LITTLE HAT ON A SCRUNCHIE AREYOUKIDDINGME??? THATS SO CUTE!)
i got the 2023 signed ghost files tour poster, i still need to get a frame for it.
and i recently pre ordered the team shaniac patch, and im planning on putting it on my mystery files jacket.
also im not saying because of this ask i checked out the watcherstuff merch site and impulse ordered the s1 puppet history pins BUT THATS KINDA WHAT JUST HAPPENED LMAOO (listennnn its been rough, i deserve a little treat in the form of wearing god on my jacket)
their merch is really good, i like it a lot. its cute, some of it is subtle, and good quality. everything i got, besides the shaniac patch, was from the old store. if i remember right, theyre currently switching merch companies ?? and i dont think the old merch is coming back (i could be wrong, i dont work there lol). but if you do want a shot at some of the old merch, they're selling mystery boxes on their watcherstuff store now. plus anything labeled "first edition" is from their old merch store. my guess is when that is sold out, its gone.
it'll probably take them some time to design, produce, and sell new merch. so if you want something now, id get it now because you'll likely have time before the next new drop. but the current merch likely isnt going to go away any time soon.
#special intrest plus being an 'adult' with money means im gonna buy things that make me feel nice when i see and wear them#plus im supporting watcher which feels nice#watcher#thanks for the ask!
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Been a minute, huh? Here's the Ghost Files viewcount roundup.
So, as expected Ghost Files continues to be Watcher's most viewed show. What was slightly unexpected (to me), is that it didn't blow everything out of the water like season 1 did. I guess since it's not the shiny new thing, the numbers don't roll in as quickly.
I was also surprised that nothing trended this season. (that I saw, I could have missed them). Trending: continues to make no sense 2k23.
Beloved Food Files didn't blow anything out of the water either, and I'm not sure that there would even be plans for more seasons anyway, but I'm very thankful we got it in any case. I hope Adam Bianchi comes back to collaborate more in the future.
The main Watcher shows that got a boost from new GF were old GF and Mystery Files. Also, randomly, the Rhett and Link collab from last year got 100k views in 2 months, which is quite a boost. Two episodes from s1 of GF have over 7 million views (Waverly and St. Ignatius) and Hobo Hill isn't far behind.
The Debrief counts are a bit lower as well, but that all lines up with how the Postmortems did back in the bfu days.
As of November 13 2023, Watcher has 2.8 million subscribers and 365,243,119 views. The number of videos includes the shorts they upload for promo, so that' total isn't really helpful anymore. They had 2.71m subscribers right before GF launched so that's a nice little boost. They were at 2.26m a year ago for some perspective.
While this isn't the most "omg look at this numbers!" viewcounts update, I don't want anyone to be concerned for Watcher. Two of the Ghost Files eps were completely sponsored (three if you count the mid-summer Winchester ep), which presumably means the costs were covered there. And getting to a million in 1-3 days like most of them did is no small feat! I also think spacing out the eps was a great idea to help keep the crew from being overworked, especially in the middle of touring, launching podcasts, and a certain skeptic getting married. I hope the rest of the year can be a bit more chill for everyone and I'm excited to see what comes next.
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ALL THE COMIC RUNS IVE 💯ED
(A list because I am insane)
Adventures of Superman: Jon Kent (2023)
Adventures of the Supersons (2018)
Amazons Attack (2007)
Another Castle (2016)
Aquaman/Green Arrow: Deep Target (2021)
Arsenal (1998)
Avatar: The Promise (2012)
Avatar: The Search (2013)
Batgirl (2009)
Batgirl by Gail Simone (2011) [1-42]
Batgirl: Year One (2003)
Batgirls (2021)
Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman: Trinity (2003)
Batman and Robin (2009)
Batman and the Signal (2018)
Batman Eternal (2014)
Batman Incorporated (2012)
Batman Secret Files (2021)
Batman Vs Robin (2022)
Batman: Battle for the Cowl (2009)
Batman Cataclysm Event (1999)
Batman No Mans Land Event (1999)
Batman Fear State Event (2021)
Batman Knightfall Event (1993)
Batman Knightquest The Crusade (1993)
Batman Knightquest The Search (1993)
Batman The Cult (1988)
Batman The Detective (2021)
Batman The Knight (2022)
Batman Urban Legends (2022)
Birds of Prey: Manhunt (1996)
Birds of Prey: Sirens of Justice (2020)
Black Canary (1991)
Black Canary (1993)
Black Canary (2007)
Black Canary (2015)
Boxers and Saints (2013)
The Brave and The Bold: Batman and Wonder Woman (2018)
Challenge of the Super Sons (2020)
Checkmate (2021)
Convergence: Batgirl (2015)
Convergence: Batman and Robin (2015)
Convergence : Justice League (2015)
Convergence: Nightwing and Oracle (2015)
Convergence: Superboy (2015)
Convergence: Superman (2015)
Convergence: The Question (2015)
Dark Crisis On Infinite Earths (2022) {Also the event lol}
Dark Crisis: Young Justice (2022)
Extraordinary (2021)
The final Night (1996)
The Final Night Event (1996)
The Flash (2011)
Flash and Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold (1999)
Forever Evil (2013) {Also the event}
Forever Evil A.R.G.U.S. (2013)
Forever Evil Arkham War (2013)
Forever Evil Rogues Rebellion (2013)
Future State: Batman/Superman (2021)
Future State:Catwoman (2021)
Future State: Dark Detective (2021)
Future State: Gotham (2021)
Future State: green Lantern (2021)
Future State: Harley Quinn (2021)
Future State: Immortal Wonder Woman (2021)
Future State: Justice League (2021)
Future State: Kara Zor El Superwoman (2021)
Future State: Legion of Superheroes (2021)
Future State: Nightwing (2021)
Future State: Eternal Robin (2021)
Future State: Shazam! (2021)
Future State: Suicide Squad (2021)
Future State: Superman/Wonder Woman
Future State: Superman of Metropolis (2021)
Future State: Superman vs Imperious Lex (2021)
Future State: Superman World of War (2021)
Future State: Swamp Thing (2021)
Future State: Teen Titans (2021)
Future State: The Flash (2021)
Future State: The Next Batman (2021)
Future State: Wonder Woman (2021)
GCPD: The Blue Wall (2022)
Ghost-Spider (2019)
Gotham Academy (2014)
Green Arrow (1983)
Green Arrow by Mike Grell (1988)
Green Arrow the longbow Hunters (1987)
Green Arrow Year One (2007)
Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps (2016)
Harley Quinn: The Animated Series The Eat Bang Kill Tour (2021)
Identity Crisis (2004)
Infinite Frontier (2021)
Infinite Frontier Secret Files (2021)
Injustice: Gods Among Us Year One (2013)
Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Two(2014)
Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Three (2014)
Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Four (2015)
Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Five (2015)
Jane Foster and the Mighty Thor (2022)
Jay Garrick: The Flash (2023)
Joker: Last Laugh (2001)
Joker: Last Laugh Event (2001)
Justice League of America (2013)
Justice League vs The Legion of Superheroes (2022)
Justice League Trinity War event (2013)
Kingdom Come (1996)
Knight Terrors: Action Comics (2023)
Knight Terrors: Batman (2023)
Knight Terrors: Green Lantern (2023)
Knight Terrors: Nightwing (2023)
Knight Terrors: Robin (2023)
Knight Terrors: Superman (2023)
Lazarus Planet Event (2023) {NOT WE WERE GODS}
The Mighty Thor (2015)
Monkey Prince (2022)
Naomi (2019)
Nightwing (2011)
Nightwing/Huntress (1998)
Nubia and the amazons (2021)
Nubia Queen of the amazons (2022)
Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011)
Robin (1991)
Robin II The Jokers Wild (1991)
Robin III Cry of the Huntress (1992)
Robin (2021)
Robin & Batman (2021)
Robin Year One (200)
Robins (2021)
Sensational Wonder Woman (2021)
Shadow War Event (2022)
Shazam! (2021)
Spider-Gwen: Gwenverse (2022)
Spider-Gwen: Shadow Clones (2023)
Spider-Gwen: Smash (2023)
Spirit World (2023)
StarFire (2015)
Stargirl: The Lost Children (2022)
Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E. (1999)
Steelworks (2023)
Suicide Squad (2021)
Suicide Squad Get Joker (2021)
Super Sons (2017)
Superboy: The Boy of Steel (2010)
Superboy The Man of Tomorrow (2023)
Supergirl (1994)
Supergirl Woman of Tomorrow (2021)
Superman: Death and Return of Superman event (1993)
Superman/Shazam! First Thunder (2005)
Superman and the Authority (2021)
Superman Smashes The Klan (2019)
Superman Day of Doom (2003)
Superman: Lois and Clark (2015)
Superman Lost (2023)
Superman Son of Kal El (2019)
Superman Up in the Sky (2019)
Task Force Z (2021)
Teen Titans (2011)
Teen Titans Academy (2021)
Teen Titans Year One (2008)
Thor (2014)
Tim Drake Robin (2022)
Titans United (2021)
Titans United Bloodpact (2022)
Trial of the Amazons (2022) {also the event}
Trial if the Amazons: Wonder Girl (2022)
Trinity of Sin (2014)
Our Worlds At War Event (2001)
The War for Earth 3 (2022) {Also the event }
Wonder Girl (2021)
Wonder Woman: Challenge of Artemis Event (1995)
Wonder Woman Gods of Gotham Event (2000)
Wonder Woman Paradise Lost and Found (2001)
Wonder Woman Agent if Peace (2020)
Wonder Woman Black and White and Gold (2021)
Wonder Woman Come Back to me (2019)
Wonder Woman Dead Earth (2019)
Wonder Woman Evolutions (2021)
Wonder Woman The Hiketeia (2002)
Worlds Finest (2009)
Worlds Finest Teen Titans (2023)
Young Justice (2011)
Young Justice (2019)
Zero Hour Crisis in Time (1994) {Also the event}
Zodiac Starforce (2015)
Zodiac Starforce Cries of the Prince (2017)
#mine#oh god oh god#cheese reads things#so you can all judge my comic chops lol#in mostly alphabetical order#that wasn’t nearly as many new titles as I thought lol
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2023 has been an INSANE year to be a watcherina omfg. Not only did we get fun seasons of the classics (ays, t5b, tms, ph), but we also got www and tms one offs AND mystery files + debrief AND survival mode AND food files AND now new podcasts??? and of course ghost files + the tour. and the revamped ww+ and waudw for patrons. and on the parasocial side, shane getting married!!! and other goofy side things like them doing the weather and ryan being in antman.
like there's just been soooo much awesome content idk how these guys have any time to do all this shit lmaooo
TRULY AN INSANE AND INCREDIBLE YEAR TO BE A WATCHERINA! i literally forgot that all of that was This year. and it's not even over yet. they've been so so busy making new fun things for us it's soooo exciting.
they've grown soo much since this time last year and so has the fandom and i'm so happy to be part of it. and ofc they couldn't do any of it without the amazing team they've built at watcher 🫶 love them.
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Ghost Files Tour week 1 🕯️👻 source: [wearewatcher] posted Aug 8, 2023
#watcher#ghost files tour 2023#ghost files#watcher entertainment#ryan bergara#shane madej#katie leblanc
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2023 Retrospective - May and June
May:
Writer's strike!
Mystery Files!
Animazement! I debuted four new cosplays! Well, one was my D&D character, Anise, so she probably doesn't count. But I managed to finish Red Riding Hood Miku, 3rd ascension Okada Izou, and a retro Sailor Saturn! I got to see Rookiez Is Punk'd perform again and actually got to meet them and take a picture with them! I also participated in a choreographed dance skit and had a great time over all.
Ghost Files season 2 & tour announcement!
Adaman (and Irida) in Pokémon Masters EX! And I actually managed to roll him without spending all of my gems!
June:
I did the artist alley at ConCarolinas, a smaller con in Charlotte. I think I did fairly well!
Trailers dropped for Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth AND Persona 3 Reload. I am much more excited for one than the other. Hint: it's the one with VINCENT VALENTINE voiced by MATTHEW MERCER.
Across the Spiderverse!
Moved into a new apartment
Reddit strike
Oceangate
Nintendo Direct with the trailer for the Pokémon S/V DLC, Silent Hope, Detective Pikachu sequel, and some other games
Concert #3 of the year was Weezer!
Went to Joanns to buy fabric and there were already skeletons out
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The Pryce of Conceit by Kari Bovee
Join us for this tour from June 5 to June 23, 2023! Book Details: Book Title: The Pryce of Conceit – An Historical Ghost Cozy Mystery by Kari BoveeCategory: Adult Fiction (18 +), 270 Genre: Historical Ghost Cozy MysteryPublisher: Bosque PublishingRelease date: May 23, 2023Format available for review: print – softback, e-book (MOBI FILE (FOR KINDLE), EPUB, PDF, Book Funnel…
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Unconditional Positive Regard, 3
Adam begins to process what occurred at Torch during that first meeting.
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Processing
Though his body was primarily made up of metal and cyber components, it didn’t mean that Adam was unable to experience pleasure.
One such pleasure that he enjoyed above most was standing below the hot spray of his shower after a long day of merc work. Streams of water ran down his face, chest, stomach, and groin in soothing rivers, the water reddening as it cascaded down his large frame. RealSkin still covered those areas, despite how modified the rest of him became. It was a sort of preference or blessing that Adam have some pleasurable sensation left as Arasaka continued to make annual adjustments to their living investment. Adam allowed his eyes to close, a deep groan ghosting past his lips as he finally relaxed.
The day was eventful. Between catching a bounty that had evaded Adam for weeks, the end results being a half-dozen destroyed food stalls and vehicles in Little China, to tuning up his Wolvers after getting some much-needed upgrades, Adam accomplished most of the things that he set out to do that day. It was tempting to check his HUD for upcoming gigs or missed messages. Tempting, but he resisted. Being in his line of work for so many decades taught Adam to set some firm boundaries between work and play, or in this case, a moment of respite beneath his showerhead.
It was during these quiet moments where he allowed himself to think, to reflect. In this case, to address that which he avoided processing since the morning of his meeting with Torch. Or more specifically, that woman with the golden eyes who openly challenged him upon their first meeting.
The first few hours following his conflict at Torch were some of the strangest for Adam. It was as if he felt unsettled in his own body, like he was wearing some ill-fitting suit. The strangeness came from his mood, that despite having a door being closed in his face, there was an absence of the typical rage that the merc would be feeling had he been dismissed from anyone else. There wasn’t this insatiable need to develop a counter-attack, to make the group’s existence a living hell for denying him. Instead, Adam found himself feeling put-off. Annoyed, but accepting the outcome. The woman provided him choices, accepted his choice, and followed through with what she said. Not much to argue with there. Adam knew it. Still, he questioned his own personhood, and was thankful that no one from Arasaka or any of the other operatives he worked with witnessed how he calmly walked away from the double doors and rode the elevator back to the rooftop for pickup in total silence.
Asking one of Arasaka’s elite hired guns to surrender his weapons and turn off his cyberware was a ridiculous request. Borderline stupid. They, whoever they were, were clearly ignorant of who Adam was to even ask. Adam marveled at their audacity, at the way the woman smiled at him after politely telling him to fuck off. Thankfully, he was able to distract himself from thinking about her face for the rest of the day, at how her golden eyes burned him with their gaze alone.
Distracted until now.
His body twitched.
Adam’s eyes opened at the involuntary sensation, at how he reacted to remembering the fullness of her lips, at the curves of her hips as she stood so near to him in the lobby.
The scent of her perfume.
The smile.
A deep exhale.
He scoffed and turned the water to its coldest setting.
Absolutely not.
He didn’t even know the bitch’s name.
The very next day Adam set out to remedy that problem.
“Again,” he demanded over the com link to one of Arasaka’s Netrunners.
The Runner complied immediately. The pair was reviewing the footage recorded from Adam’s optics, going frame by frame and gathering intel about those he encountered in the lobby that day.
The frame centered first on the man who had greeted him on the roof, a Dr. Thiago Estrada.
“War veteran,” stated the Runner. “Served a tour as a medic for NUSA, 2021 to 2023. Integrated into Trauma Team until 2065. Been with Torch ever since.”
The grunt that Adam offered in response was indicative of his interest. Initial scans at their meeting on the rooftop told him that much already or at the very least that the man was a veteran. The fact that the doctor was with Trauma Team for so long, while interesting, was not Adam’s primary focus in meeting with the Netrunner.
Adding to his already teeming confusion about what occurred at Torch was the fact that the woman, the one who dared to challenge his authority after watching her peer practically get strangled by Adam, wasn’t scanned at all. The thought never crossed his mind while he was there. Not once. In reviewing the optic footage, that issue could be resolved no problem, but the fact that Adam was too distracted to even gather intel on such an important target to his reason being there?
How could he, Adam Smasher, have made such a giant oversight?
Frankly, he was embarrassed. Embarrassed that she had stunned him so much by her words and lack of fear, and it was that humiliation at having to ask someone for help in correcting his mistake that made his drive for answers that much more strained.
Almost teasingly, the Netrunner had forwarded the footage to when she confronted him at the double doors. Even through a screen, Adam could feel the power in her golden stare.
“Who is she?” he growled, eyes remaining on her face.
The seconds it took before he got a reply were infuriating. The response even more so.
“The information is blocked, sir.”
“Run it again.”
“Yes, sir.”
Silence once more. Adam found it difficult to stand still.
“Well?” he snapped.
“I-I’m sorry, sir, but I’m being denied access to any information regarding this person.”
“By who?”
“Um, our own network, sir.”
Confusion furrowed his brow, but Adam didn’t relent.
“Use my clearance code. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Despite his hope, the Netrunner confirmed that access was still denied. Even after Adam demanded the Runner run checks on all the women that stood terrified behind his target, their files presented no further indication as to who the hell she was. In his pursuit for more knowledge, Adam was left with even more questions.
Why the hell was Arasaka denying him access on a target that they themselves set up for Adam to meet with?
Who the fuck was she that made her so goddamn important?
To question the corp on their decision would reveal that he had yet to reschedule a new meeting with Torch, if they hadn’t learned about how the first meeting went already. Part of him worried that Torch would report what happened to Arasaka, but Adam had yet to receive any reprimanding call or email from them. Not that he had any evidence other than her calm demeanor and fairness, but for some reason Adam doubted the woman would do that. She did put the next step in his control, after all.
“S-Sir? Do you need anything else?”
The Netrunner’s concerned voice brought Adam back to the present moment.
He ended the call and turned his focus to the white building that stood before him, its glistening emblem still sitting proudly on the top corner of its rooftop.
Time to reschedule, he thought bitterly as he approached the building’s main entrance.
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Ryan & Shane Talk Island of the Dolls, Part 2 of 2
Ryan and Shane share their experience in Mexico while filming "3 Horrifying Cases of Ghosts and Demons" for Buzzfeed Unsolved at their 2023 Ghost Files Tour.
Ryan & Shane Talk Island of the Dolls, Part 1 of 2
#ryan bergara#shane madej#buzzfeed unsolved#buzzfeed supernatural#ghost files#ghost files tour#watcher entertainment#watcher#ghost files live#dolls#video
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