#ghost-in-the-stalls

[shukakumoodboard]

8 and 25 for the ask thing? 👀 I wanna know your Thots and Opinions

Thots and Opinonions for yuo my darlignie. i had a Day so i’m choosing violence on these responses too lets fuckin’ go

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

this is maybe more an activity derived from an opinion/mindset but i was thinking about it today: collecting fandom artwork off the internet and making twitter threads or tiktoks or youtube shorts or otherwise content out of it without credit or permission isn’t contributing to fandom in general or being a fandom content creator, it’s actually stealing :) there seems to be a shocking amount of people who think this kind of reposting is normal/acceptable and let me just say i have a blanket permissions statement on my ao3 but if i ever catch someone putting my stuff in a tiktok compilation without crediting me and letting me know as per the terms of my permissions i am coming to their house and dropping a fat turd in their microwave

now obviously if you have permission/the creator has given blanket permissions, and you link your sources, go absolutely hog fuckign’ wild!

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

ok this one ends up being more general fandom too, but any and all variants and extensions thereof belonging to the overarching complaint of “there just isn’t enough X art/fic!” shut the fuck up and write it/draw it yourself. “but i can’t write/draw” and you think your idol authors/artists just… could? it’s called practice babeygrill. pick up a pencil. youtube has some great free drawing tutorials. drop your fave authors a line and ask them what writing advice they can provide. “but im too busy” i write on my phone in the fckin’ shower while my conditioner sets. and in between teaching courses at university, and while my dinner’s cooking, and between sets at the gym, and on the train to work, and hobby time on the weekends. “but i’m too lazy” then Cope. thank u for coming to my ted talk*

*i do feel the need to disclaimer all of these are different from health, job, family, etc issues that do interfere with writing or drawing and to that i say: my love you are still an artist. a boat is still a boat even when docked at the shore

thank you for asking <3

feel the violence in ur bones

[heavenbarnes]

there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.

“i forgot my lunch :( ”

“forgot to make it or bring it?”

“both?”

“on my way”

because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.

not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.

they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.

behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.

he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.

your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.

the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.

“don’t make it a late one, alright?”

“yessir”

as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.

lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.

the print that looked a lot like your lips.

the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.

you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.

[ri-afan]

I need a Misunderstanding trope where Phantom is put with one of the ‘kid’ groups because everyone assumes he’s a teen, but Phantom (he’s, like, 28) thinks he’s just like… co-managing/supervising the group with another Justice League member.

Asked if he’s in school thinking high school? He says yes, thinking of college where he’s going for his graduate degree. His grumbles over homework and time management skills cements it.

ICE contact? Frostbite. Yeah, that’s really his name. (Jazz talked him out of putting her because if it’s an emergency then they likely need medical history and support.) Here’s a device to actually reach him. His parents? Uhhh, nah, I would put my sister second.

It just goes on.

The guy snarks, puns, and throws jokes, clearly up-to-date with internet culture. He’s a casual dude, loves video games, burgers, and space. He’s kinda short and a little lanky, but he’s stupid strong (like he both forgets he is strong and doesn’t know his strength at times).

Phantom’s checking all the boxes as a teen hero both visually and on vibes with the League so they put him there. Danny’s touched that they think he’s responsible enough to put him in charge of the kids, so he does his best.

(Batman finds out about the appointment after it’s approved, but before he says anything he sees how much the teens open up around Phantom and… well… if they didn’t do their homework to see that the Phantom persona has been active for 14 years with pop-ups through history then that’s not really his problem, is it? He might miss that Phantom doesn’t realise this for a while…whoops.)

[bluegiragi]

chasing tail.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[shotmrmiller]

since Simon isn't one to celebrate much, whether it's a holiday or his own birth, it comes as a complete surprise that one day, he's lugging in a stuffed teddy bear the same height as him through the front door.

did you forget your anniversary? no, that was last month. you dog-ear the page of your book, paper folding neatly beneath your fingers before setting it down on the foot table. oh no. what did he do?

"nothin'," he scoffs, "can't bring my girl nothin' nice every once in a while?"

no, actually, he can't. this looks like a 6-foot apology. you ought to keep an eye on the news tonight, in case that young man from the cafe down the street coincidentally ends up missing after asking for your number in the presence of simon last weekend.

"well it isn't. i can take it back if ya like." the rich, chocolate brown fur feels incredibly soft as you thread your fingers through it.

"no, no. thank you for the oversized bear, i'll be sure to throw out the mattress so we can make it fit in the bedroom." you're no big fan of plushies, but you're no ingrate and if he thought of you when he saw this beast well, then you'll just have to accept it.

it sits in a corner of the room after that, beady eyes pointed your way even when you're on all fours with your sweat-slick face pushed into the bedsheets as Simon pistons into you from behind, or when he stuffs his fingers into your sleepy cunt before he goes to work in the morning.

(maybe it's his exhibitionist kink raging full force. who knows.)

until he decides to bring it into play when your mind is fuzzy from the glasses of wine you had for dinner that night. Simon, with your express permission, ties you up with a sturdy, coarse rope, the kind that feels like you've got tiny little claws digging into your calves and wrists when you try to move. he ties face down, legs and arms to the bear's, cheek flat on its chest, the bow on its neck sitting prettily at the crown of your head.

a doll, he says, roughened palms smoothing over the expanse of your bare skin, raising gooseflesh when he glides a hand along your folds, tip of his finger catching on your clit. lookin' pretty as a peach.

he takes you as if he's trying to fuck you right through the bear, the bed, the fucking floor and you're left to muffle your own cries on the stuffed animal itself, occasionally coming up for air when Simon claims a fistful of hair, breath warming the side of your throat.

you come the first time when he pushes a thumb against the furl of your arse, tight ring of muscle burning with the threat of him sinking into it.

(you stopped counting after the third climax, quietly cursing yourself for bagging a military man who's been so deprived of pussy he keeps fucking you even after his own orgasm.)

when you move it to clean up one day and leave it facing whichever way, by night it's facing the bed again.

definitely an exhibitionist kink.

you'll just ask him nicely to face him another way, the eerie red glow you sometimes catch in its eyes are starting to creep you out.

[piranhaincaps]

"Cheers from the USA, Johnny."

(you know who you are (@on-a-lucky-tide :p) who stirred this one up and i love you ♥)

full img under cut if you want to play find the ghoap

image source: reddit.com/r/CrappyDesign/comments/76wmtb/the_height_of_these_stalls/

[ghcstao3]

college age soap going to a waterpark with a group of friends one summer because fuck it, why not? a day off work with nothing better to do, why not do something fun

but then soap ends up spending the entire day climbing up the same tower of stairs and going down the same slide because that’s where (also college age) lifeguard ghost has been posted for his shift

[marisashorror]

There is no kitchen cat...

[sweepingboy]

i want to chew on them

[ghcstcd]

Aether deserves to feel pretty

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[animatejournal]

Daffy Duck’s Quackbusters Directors: Greg Ford & Terry Lennon Studio: Warner Bros. | USA, 1988

[sixminutestoriesblog]

Christmas ghost stories

I hope that you are, each and every one of you, having a special day today, whether you celebrate anything or not. I hope that you get to spend today with people you care about, doing things that make you happy. I hope you get what you need, whether it can be wrapped or not and I hope that when the night falls, it falls with peace for you. If I was a magical saint I would make sure those were the gifts I gave today.

But, since I'm not a magical saint, just a blog on tumblr, I'll give you a small thing instead and hope for the bigger ones.

We all know the Victorians had some weird ways of celebrating things, from spending parties setting up macabre scenes for a photo shoot to trying to talk to the dead complete with slime trails to adults playing hide and seek so well that they'd got a story about a bride getting locked and lost in a storage trunk, the Victorians certainly had a Halloween kind of bent to a lot of their celebrations. And Christmas is no different. Sure, Christmas trees were coming into vogue thanks to Queen Victoria's German husband and, by now, we've seen what they considered festive holiday cards but there were still a lot of traditions they celebrated back then that didn't make it into modern day holiday traditions. And while I am very glad that we don't regularly participate in putting flaming raisins in our mouths anymore as a party game, I do miss one of the 'round out the night' traditions most Christmas gatherings had way back in the when of Victorian times.

"There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago."

One thing the Victorians did that we do not was to end Christmas eve with a proper ghost story. After the festivals had slowed down, and everyone that had needed medical care was treated, it was time to gather around the fireplace in comfortable chairs and settle in for a story designed to set your hair on end. We think Dicken's A Christmas Carol is a Christmas story that happens to have ghosts in it but originally, it was a ghost story that happened to be a Christmas one. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James even prefaces the actual ghost part of the story by starting things off as a tale told between friends on Christmas eve. Telling stories around the fire, surrounded by the cold dark, has to be one of the oldest human traditions and it certainly was a part of any truly memorable Victorian holiday gathering.

So.

Merry Christmas eve if you celebrate it and merry greeting in the dead of winter if you don't. Let's gather around a fireplace together, with out tasty cups warm in our hands, the thick blankets tucked in soft around us, the steady back of a cushioned chair to keep up safe and someone's familiar, welcome voice in our ears. My Halloween ghost story is here

but maybe we also want to hear our story tonight.

From a familiar voice on this darkest of nights.

[mpsansy]

To the few people here and on TikTok who put me on that Casper fanfic "You With Me" on AO3??

...

I'm dying on the inside. DYING!! This was so good and it hurts even more knowing that it'll never be completed. I really hope it does in some shape or form, but that's just something that'll never happen...

[positivelyghastly]

Completed my Papa badge collection at ACME the other weekend :)

The artist is H0lyhandgrenade on twitter!

[oh-gh0st]

ghost getting jealous over nyaa chan bodypillow. thoughts 🎤

[contremineur]

The whispering in my house was more persistent tonight. I seemed not to be rid of it in my room. I have not noticed this before. A nervous man, which I am not, and hope I am not becoming, would have been much annoyed, if not alarmed, by it. The cat was on the stairs tonight. I think it sits there always. There is no kitchen cat.

M.R. James, from The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral in ‘More Ghost Stories of an Antiquary’ (Edward Arnold, London 1911)