#ghosters toasters

[jupiter-reimagined]

why do u have the not horny dead girl walking on ur horny playlist. like slay moment for her but i imagined if any youd have the one where she has her horny moment???

(i am snooping thru ur spotify)

i... i didnt like it. i like the reprise better and I Dont Want To Listen To Teens Having Sex yknow?

also i adore JDs lines in the boiler room

[counterbury-tales]

Ouija

Slice #301

[invisibleraven]

Okay but I just saw 31 (what would their tumblr look like) and I need the answer for Reggie, Willie, Carrie and Julie plz plz plz.

Reggie -all the cute animal pictures and videos he can find with tags in all caps about what a good doggo/kitty/whatever they are -star wars fanfic and gifsets, some of them made by him (his han/luke coffee shop au is notoriously unfinished) -obnoxious julie and the phantoms stanning, since no one who follows him knows he is part of jatp and he laughs at the thirsty posts about his bandmates, though the ones about him he never reblogs and even gets accused of being a reggie hater, which makes him laugh so hard he cries

Willie -every post regarding tony hawk stories he can find, because willie stans him AND thinks it's hilarious no one knows who he is -pictures of his art/graffiti/faceless shots of Alex (all his shots of Alex are tagged #being gay would do crime for him) -unhinged cracky posts about cryptids, he reblogs Carlos' Ghoster Toaster blog updates a lot as well

Carrie -has a very aesthetic blog full of celebrities and her aspirations -very much tells you who she is in a small bit of self promo and has a pretty healthy following (though she blocks all requests for feet pics) -does occasionally reblog posts calling for aid around the world, to be the 'good celeb' but always does it for issues affecting the Philippines as it's a part of her dad's heritage

Julie -uses it as a place to put song lyrics and poems that won't work for the band but she wants out of her brain-a new kind of dreambox (she sets them to private when she doesn't want reggie to find them yet) -has a whole set of posts reblogged of shoes, even pictures of her own collection, though some more intense sneakerheads give her flak for doodling on hers -complains about her himbos and band drama in spanish, but she has a loyal bunch of latino followers who are urging her to ask a certain himbo (or two) out already because it's pretty dang obvious how she feels about him/them

[softdisclosurecore]

See? I could be a topchart poster if I wanted to be

I could be a pop tart toaster if I wanted tbo be.

I could ennervate the far channels

Don't belivebe me?

I could gop garr ghoster iffer wamned booby

It's just syllables . Soon . Don't believe me?

It's just symbols. I mean syllables

don't believe me?

it's just symbols

don't trust me? to a chop chart poster, trust is symbolic

Trust me.

[romanticallyghosting]

ghoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooost :( ghosters toasters !! ghowostie :((( ghostie toestie woestie :((( babyq :(((( barbe-cutie :((( aaa !!!!!!!! toe lover :((((((( ghostoe :(((((((((((

hiiiiiiii baby :)))

how are u

[sasquapossum]

Skelly on the telly. Ghoster on the toaster. Vampyr in the hamper.

(OK yeah, had to stretch a bit there.)

[mrnnki-img]

Grain-Filled Doom

Wrote this for a class. It's just goofy enough that I figured I'd post it.

Desc: Trapped in a room that's slowly filling with rice, Felid, Blue, and Exie must find a way to escape.

—•—

It was all concrete. From the ceiling to the floor to every corner—pure concrete. As a voice sounded through the small room, Felid realized that he should probably listen to it.

“The room will slowly fill with rice—” the voice said.

Rice? What? Why?

They always got the weirdest ones on the weekends. The more serious villains didn’t come out to play because Blue would be with them. Speaking of…

She looked so scared, eyes wide and constantly scanning the room. Felid reached over, putting a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get out of this,” he said. Then, he turned to Exie. “Which one is this again?”

Aside from him and Exie, of course. What they were doing was completely different. The only reason Blue was in any danger was idiots that didn’t care about hurting a child to get back at the local superheroes while they were unprepared. She just wanted to help, and her parents sucked enough to never notice that she was gone all day on weekends.

“I think it’s Rice Cooker,” she said.

Well, that explained the rice. What was he going to do once they’d choked to death on it? Cook them into a meal?

Felid ran his hands along the walls. “Well, everything’s pretty solid here. Rock hard. You think maybe this guy has a rice f—”

“Do not finish that sentence in front of Blue,” Exie said.

“What was he gonna say?” Blue asked.

Felid laughed nervously. “Nothing important. Was just gonna ask if rice was his favorite food.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Exie said, rolling her eyes.

It was kind of difficult to be funny when there was nothing to work with but the rice that was rapidly filling the space. It was almost ankle high now. Felid transformed in the hopes that his cat form would be able to find an exit.

“Don’t drown,” Exie said.

Felid laughed, walking across the rice that would’ve been up to this form’s chest had it been heavier. “I can swim.”

He climbed through the rice, and when that didn’t yield any results, dived into it. His eyes were closed, but he used his paws to feel along the floor. It worked until he ran into a wall. He surfaced, nose throbbing from the hit, then flinched. That wasn’t a wall—it was a leg.

“Rice to meet you,” he said.

From the other side of the room, Blue laughed.

Exie facepalmed. “You weren’t even trying on that one.”

Instead of replying, Felid climbed up her clothes and settled himself on her shoulders. She squawked in surprise, then steadied herself. A hand reached up to pet him. He licked it.

“There’s gotta be a way out,” Felid said. “Last time I checked, Rice Cooker wasn’t taking any tips from Toaster Ghoster.”

He still couldn’t say that name without laughing.

“It’s Toast Ghost,” Exie said. “And yeah, I figured. We just need to find it.”

They split off again, feeling the walls for an exit. To think that today was supposed to be a relaxing, sweet day of helping old ladies across the street, destroying hostile architecture, and finding lost pets… and then Rice Cooker or whatever his name was had to ruin it. Seriously, who lethally endangers a child?

“I think I found it!” Blue said.

Felid reached the corner first, transforming back into his human form. He grinned as he felt the grooves in the concrete.

“Yep,” he said. “That’s an entire exit.”

Exie felt along the grooves. “Well, how are we going to open this?”

“What else would it be? Half an exit?” Exie said. Blue chuckled.

“That’s perfectly possible,” Felid said.

Felid grinned and Exie’s face fell as he started talking. “We could use me as a battering ram—”

“You’ve lost enough brain cells to last a lifetime,” she said. “No.”

“If only I knew enough neurology to make a pun,” he replied, sighing in mock forlornness.

Exie pushed at the entrance, sighing when it didn’t give way. “Well, if your grades were higher than Cs, maybe you’d be able to make your pun.”

“I’ll have you know that I get As,” Felid said.

Exie scoffed. “So you only lose the majority of your brain’s function around me?”

Felid grabbed a handful of rice and threw it at her.

“Stop!” Blue said.

The two exchanged a glance.

“Blue’s right,” Exie said. “We need to focus.”

“Before we meet a grain-filled doom,” Felid added. Exie rolled her eyes.

Felid stepped back to let the two girls work, sitting on the rice. It must’ve been coming from somewhere… they wouldn’t be able to leave through it, though, or they’d be just as likely to choke on the rice as if they stayed. Felid stood up. Maybe…

He tripped, hand landing on something sharp. As he cried out, he grabbed the object on impulse.

“Felid?” Blue said.

He held the item out. It was shiny and pale golden, with a larger piece on the top and a rougher, thinner end.

“A key?” Exie said, mouth hanging open. She dove into the rice.

Felid sprinted over as quickly as he could, tripping multiple times on the way. When Exie resurfaced, he handed the key to her. Then, something clicked and the rice began sliding. In a mess of rice and limbs, the three tumbled into a field.

It was as he and the others shook the rice from their costumes and prepared to find the Rice Cooker’s new temporary lair that Felid realized the whole thing was more like an escape room than a legitimate plot. The feline hero really shouldn’t have believed that Rice Cooker would intentionally hurt a child. Even villains wouldn’t sink to that sort of low.

[graywyvern]

( via / via )

"Five aluminum cast sculptures from his series 'Death Mask for Landscape' (2022) are among them. Grouped into floor installations, the pieces capture portions of the Amazon just before they were removed..."

sterving August ulster Escher's vorpal toaster ill with absent Elstir gab of the nil ghoster

Luncheon on the Grass at Jeffrey Deitch.

"The Hunter's Moon from a cloudless sky In pallid splendour earthward yearned."

--de la Mare

After the Rapture Pet Care.

we will be given new bodies    on the surface of Neptune    days the parade's less wizard days rather another planet how cheerfully the words plummet       shaken from bedtime

Idiolinguistic Translation from the Greek Classics.

[toastyfae]

You like ghosts and you like toast, right? Well I’m here to present to you: a ghoster! A toaster made of ghosts! For the low low price of $29.99 you can get this AND a whole loaf of the unbread: a bread that will rise again!

Holy shIt, take my money! I might just DIE if I don't get this immediately!

[reblogged-anything]

Might I suggest; Toaster Day or Toaster Ghoster?

Headcanon that Danny eventually stops calling the accident ‘The Accident’ because it just worries people that overhear him mention it.

He starts giving it completely random (and sometimes even MORE worrying) names instead

[dcvescameron]

🎄 - What is your favorite holiday?

I’m super in love with Halloween. I feel my most self. I also used to have this car named Toaster that during Halloween I would call him Ghoster. I mean I love Christmas, but Halloween, man. The exact kind of goth magic I love.

[jupiter-reimagined]

i am going through phases of neglecting my choirsona completely and needing to write a 100,000 word fic about her and the other choir kids (including the other sonas) and the antics they get up to

idk i just think itd be neat :)

ough mood, me with my own ocs. did i say im gonna write stuff for them? yeah. when? uhh. haha. anyways,

[topoet]

#Toronto #Stoves and a #Toaster

#1 - in your element #2 - in your element   #3 - stove top tragic #4 - burnt burner #5 - toaster ghoster #6 - stove off & out #7 - no more muffins

Nothing Doing http://wp.me/p1RtxU-2vf

[stcrdancer]

"Hey Rumia, do you know what this is?" Cirno would ask as she holds up a toaster "And how come its telling me to help it rain atomic fire down on the land?"

“That’s a toaster! It toasts toast!” Rumia hums quietly, she’s never heard of a toaster asking people to rain hellfire though.

“I think it’s a Ghoster Toaster! Better put it down before it haunts you Ciri~”

[ancmalychild]

Make up a story about the item to your right

Danny quickly looked to his right. Beside him, of course, upon the kitchen table was a toaster.

“Okay, I know a story,” he was going to get into trouble for this if his friends found out about this, “so, this story starts off in a gloomy place below a building. A man and two others had decided to go down into the room even after seeing how it wouldn’t be as dangerous as they believed from the looks of the two scientists who left them room.”

“The first person glanced at two with a smile before explaining that sometimes the stuff doesn’t work. He knew this since he basically lived in the building. The others didn’t. They had just gone there to see the room for the first time especially since the two scientists had finished their greatest invention; a device that takes you to another dimension…and makes toast!” Danny paused, grin forced upon his face. He was regretting this now as the memory flashed through his mind.

“Y-yeah, the device looks like a toaster. And serves two different purposes. Or, at least, it was supposed to. Seeing how it just didn’t want to work, the others believed it was fine to go near. Not wanting to make them feel sad or decide that he was something his…workplace has made him out to be - a weak, pathetic excuse of a human - he put on some clothing that was supposed to protect him. He approached the toaster, smiling for the others one took photos and the other half watched while observing the room. He was too distracted by the device he didn’t notice his hand had pressed a button. One that, in big letters, said ‘on’…”

“…I-I don’t want to continue…I’m sorry…”

[jupiter-reimagined]

yipee!!!!!!! how is my beloved ghosters toasters :)))?

hehee good morningggg

morningggg!!!!! i am awake