#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.

[https-hunter]

how i feel when i get the perfect opening line, plot ideas, or title when i'm going about my day

[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.

[gogodollie]

why does nobody talk about sister Attempting to be a girls girl. sure she’s dealing with a great deal of internalized misogyny but as mother of the church she had to be extending her conversion efforts to regular housewives and such.

sister imperator grabbing some random woman’s hand at the grocery store while she’s trying to collect her asshole kids running around. hands her a little pamphlet about their church. “stop using valium. try pot. sit on your washing machine when your husband isn’t home. okay? i love you.”

before sprinting off but instead of looking cool and mysterious, she fucking falls like this

because she’s still getting the hang of running in her gogo boots.

[voulezloux]

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

[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

[valeriascoat]

Mr.Scarletella x Reader

Ummm ehhhehe... Red guy, hawwooo.... Sorry for cringe 🙏

Your palm feels incredibly warm and alive compared to his own. A steady grip of your fingers, a focused face and a noticeable satisfaction with what you are doing – painting his nails.

Scarletella didn't quite understand why you were doing this, but just your attention to him was already an incredible wonderful, making the ghost's chest shrink into almost forgotten feelings. He didn't dare even move, for fear of spoiling something or knocking you off with even brush strokes. He just stared, as if fascinated, his eyes wide open.

And you, in turn, feel a hint of something adequate in this strange world. The simple act of painting your nails was surprisingly relaxing and allowed you to forget for a while about your frequent headaches and the oppressive atmosphere of ambiguity.

_

The "ghost in the red coat" became your "victim" on his own, as soon as he appeared in the hallway after you left the room with (strange words on walls) a makeup bag. You will not experience the fear of him that you had the first time you two met. Now, you meet him only with silence and a desire to get rid of his presence as soon as possible; he bowed his head owlishly in front of you and pointed at you in another attempt.

– Name… Say name.

The answer was silence and your action: suddenly taking his palm and looking at it closely. A second later, and at him too.

– I want to do good you.

Your language skills have improved, it's nice to know. Scarletella grunted questioningly, slightly arching his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand, but you were already satisfied that he didn't refuse.

_

And now he's sitting on the floor with you, obligingly letting you do whatever you want to do. In the process, he gradually began to enter a kind of trance, carried away by the noise of your breathing and random sounds from you.

But everything comes to an end, and your palm finally leaves him, signaling the end of the "beauty salon". Scarletella looks at you with his frighteningly empty eyes, in which there is an almost naive misunderstanding.

You chuckle, nodding your head at what you've done.

– Done. Look.

The ghost obediently raises his hands in front of him and curiously examines his nails. The red and black colors in his clothes are identical to the lacquers. It looks neat. Nicely. What you have done is always beautiful. You always do your best for him.

– You like?

The ghost wants to smile softly, as you always do when something turns out well and feels good for you. But his smile stretches crookedly and looks completely different from what he probably expected. You've known for a long time what he's trying to do.

– I like. Like. Very. I like!

A chuckle escapes your lips again. It's nice when the work is evaluated properly. He knows how to please, it turns out. How nice.

A moment later, Scarletella stops almost incredulously, feeling the warmth of your palm on the top of his head. He knows this gesture (by the way that scrawling guy did it, which he definitely doesn't want to think about next to you). But just touching turns into stroking, to which the ghost reacts suddenly with a quiet hum of static. It even seems that if he had the opportunity to breathe, he would hold it in amazement. It is clear from him that he wants to express something, but is absolutely unable to formulate words, his eyes widening in admiration.

Because then you laugh good-naturedly, not loudly, not even in a voice, only with sighs and rhythmic lifting of your chest and shoulders. How charmingly stupid this menacing ghost looked, it was only necessary to make such a simple gesture. You even want to call him cute.

Scarletella could have sworn on his damned soul that he felt his heart beating in his chest and his body getting hotter. It absorbs every sound and movement that you make, trying to remember everything completely. Empty eyes are now filled with something that amuses and… bores you every time, to your regret.

The stroking stops, the innocent moment ruined by his extra feelings, and you quickly stand up, taking your makeup bag and crowbar before he can do anything. But the only thing he can do is to break out of the trance.

And stare openly.

– Goodbye.

You say quickly and disappear from view. You would like to admit that you didn’t really want to, because for the first time you managed to touch another part of him that was not connected with some sick mania to pursue you. But alas, one hint of this ruined all the charm.

You don't need it.

At the same time, Scarletella finds himself overwhelmed by the growing vines of adoration for you. His hands shake slightly, as if he’s trying to remember the warmth of your palms on them.

How much do you love him if you treat him so well?

Give him more.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Hello, I love your writing and I'm so sorry to bother you but I'd like to request... it may sound stupid and feel free to ignore this, maybe I'm just venting. Could you do a ghost comforts reader about their hair. Went to the hair salon today and the hairdresser cut off 7inches of my hair 😭. I know it's been said many times before but I literally feel like someone clipped my angel wings. Haven't stopped crying ever since. Hope you're doing good :,)

You were meant to call Simon to come pick you up after your hair appointment was finished, but after the stylist finally spun you around in the chair to face the mirror, you decided you needed the almost 30 minute walk home to be alone with your thoughts

You didn’t want to make this into a big deal when you saw him, it was just hair after all, you could practically already hear his deep Manchester accent telling you that it would grow back in no time

But another part of you was feeling slightly heartbroken, having gone in to the salon for what you hoped would only be a trim, an inch or two off the ends, and instead walked out with an entirely new haircut, wondering if the hairdresser had even been paying attention when you specified you wanted just a small cut

You haven’t had hair this short in a long, long time. Long before you knew Simon. And while you doubt he would ever have anything negative to say about, especially once he sees how bothered you are by it, small part of you can’t help but to worry about what his reaction will be

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, taking your mind off your pessimistic thoughts for a moment. Glancing at the screen, you see Simon has texted you

Si <3 : ‘Nearly done?’

You : ‘I’m almost home actually, decided to walk’

Si <3 : ‘???’

You : ‘You’ll see’

You : ‘:(‘

Turning the corner and spotting your building, you steady yourself with a deep breath, figuring it’ll be easier to just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and get this stupid reveal over with

Walking up to your front door with keys jingling in hand, you’re surprised when the door swings open before you even have a chance to find your right key, your mountain of a man evidently stood there waiting for you

“What are you doin’, walkin’ home for-” He cuts himself off when his eyes notice the change, irises darting from shoulder to shoulder, over your head again and again before landing on the sour expression on your face

“She took off so much more than I wanted.” You try not to literally whine as you squeeze past his hulking frame to slip into the flat, knowing he’ll be following right behind you. “It was only supposed to be a trim. Now I look-”

“Beautiful.” He cuts you off this time, your head whipping around to see if he’s truly making fun of you right now, but you find no trace of teasing or joking across his expression. Instead, you almost think you see the faintest tint of red creeping across his pale cheeks, his eyes constantly moving as they have trouble deciding where to land on you, taking in your new appearance in a way similar to someone admiring art work in a museum

“What?” You question, wondering if you’d misheard him. Or maybe the countless head injuries were finally catching up to him and he’d confused beautiful with horrendous

He takes a tentative step closer to you, reaching a hand out to slowly run his fingers across the newly cut ends of your hair

“You look beautiful, love. Don’t ya think?” He asks you, digits still gently playing with your locks

“I mean- not really, no. I didn’t want it this short.” You say, though your distaste for the cut is slowly diminishing as you witness just how much the man in front of you adores you

“Think it’s pretty.” He mutters, bringing his other hand up to join the exploration of your hair now. “Haven’t seen ya like this before.”

“You like it?” You ask timidly.

“Mhmm.” He hums in confirmation, stepping even closer to you now, coming around to stand behind you with his hands on your shoulders. “Makes it even easier to do this.” He adds, gently brushing your locks away from your neck before pressing a kiss as gentle as a butterfly below your ear, venturing his lips down tot he side of your neck, your collarbone, any skin his mouth can find

“I- I guess so.” You agree, slinking your own arm back to wrap around his neck, holding him closer to you. “Didn’t realize you’d like it. Was sure you were just gonna tell me ‘it’s hair, it grows back’.” He snorts at your weak attempt to mimic his voice, utterly butchering the accent. You can’t help but let out a small chuckle as well, feeling much lighter now than you did when the stylist first picked up their scissors.

“You’re a smart girl, lovey. Don’t need me tellin’ you that.” He replies, muscular arms coming to wrap around your middle, keeping you as close as he physically can. “You’ll need to show me how to write a review online though. They can’t have my girl coming home this sad and not expect consequences.”

First of all, thank you so much for the love and don’t you or anyone ever apologize for sending in requests or just ranting to me, I always love to hear from you

Second, I’m so sorry your haircut didn’t go the way you wanted :( that can be so tough, but hopefully this short lil drabble puts a smile on your face

Hope you’re doing well!

- M 🫶🏻

[britishchick09]

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