#ghosts

[daily-spooky]

[steve4buckets]

Why the frick are there embroidered flower floating around my house?

By @eniidraws

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

What colour do you most strongly associate with ghosts? Red Orange Yellow Green Cyan Indigo Purple White Black Some other colour I don't associate ghosts with any colour

[alliegations]

Ghost au comic part 2 . Sorry if the pacing is like really fast rn at this point its only rantaro and if i have to write one more page of self monologuiing i might actually go insane

+nothing important would happen in the trial so i skipped it

SPOILERS FOR DRV3 ALERT!!!! DING DING DING

[tragic-ships-tournament]

Tragic Ships Tournament Round 3

Capvers picture by @charlotte-fleming

Propaganda under the cut!

Madohomu:

"Sweetest girls in the whole world doomed by Madoka being really sweet and trusting (and also her desire to be a cute magical girl). Homura is fighting so hard to protect her because she thinks she's cute or whatever."

Capvers:

"One half died holding hands with the other after finally being reunited and they never got to say I love you to each other. Your faves could never"

[akaanir-of-starfleet]

#this is very funny #but also #there have got to be han dynasty ghost stories of exactly that scenario #there have got to be ghost stories from all over chinese history of that?? surely?? #ghosts aren't good communicators but SURELY there are stories of ghosts showing people their murdered bodies and so on #and china had such a strong & detailed bureaucratic process in so many periods of its history #surely at least ONE ghost SOMEWHERE filled out a form #<- finx you're so right about this #there is SO much bureaucracy in chinese legends and folklore there has GOT to be at least one story about Ghost Court (via @words-writ-in-starlight)

Han dynasty scholar Wang Chong gives an argument against the existence of ghosts

[victusinveritas]

[rose24207]

Like a kiss

Summary: after coming to terms that his girlfriend is a ghost, a new routine builds.

Genre: fluff

Lando x ghost!f!reader

TW: mention of death

A/N: get ready for a new series!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt. 2

The soft hum of morning filled the apartment as Lando shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head, before grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

"Morning, love," he said casually, his voice still rough with sleep.

The kitchen light flickered once, and Lando smiled to himself. He knew what that meant: good morning.

It had been almost a year since Y/N passed, and Lando had gone through every stage of grief imaginable. There were nights when the loneliness was unbearable, and mornings when the silence was deafening. But then she started making her presence known—little things at first, like the lights flickering or her favorite mug being moved to the counter.

It scared him at first, thinking he was losing his mind. But over time, he realized it wasn’t just wishful thinking. She was still here, in her own way, and they had developed a rhythm that felt almost normal.

"Coffee or tea today?" he asked, glancing toward the light fixture.

The light flickered twice. Tea.

"Tea it is," he said, grabbing the kettle and filling it with water.

As he waited for it to boil, he leaned against the counter, looking around the apartment. It was still very much the same as when Y/N was alive—her touch was everywhere, from the throw pillows on the couch to the photo frames on the walls. He couldn’t bring himself to change much.

"You know," Lando said, his voice filling the quiet space, "I think I'm getting better at this whole cooking thing. Carlos and Max came over the other day, and they actually liked the pasta I made."

The light flickered once, and he laughed. "I know, right? Shocking. I didn’t even burn the garlic this time."

The kettle whistled, and Lando poured the hot water over the tea bag in her favorite mug. He set it on the counter across from his coffee, the same way he used to when they’d have breakfast together.

"I have media duties later," he said, sitting down at the counter. "You’d hate it. Same questions over and over again. ‘How do you feel about the car?’ ‘What’s your strategy for the weekend?’ Blah, blah, blah."

The light flickered twice quickly, and Lando grinned. "Exactly. It’s so boring."

He sipped his coffee, glancing at the chair across from him. It was empty, of course, but he could almost picture her sitting there, wrapped in one of his hoodies, her hair still messy from sleep.

"You know," he said softly, "I think about you all the time. Sometimes it feels like you’re just in the other room, and if I wait long enough, you’ll walk out and tell me I’m being lazy."

The light flickered once, and he smiled, though his chest ached.

After finishing his coffee, he rinsed the mug and set it in the sink. He grabbed his keys and wallet from the counter and paused by the door.

"Alright, I’m heading out," he said, turning back toward the apartment. "Don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone."

The lights flickered twice, and Lando chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later."

Later that evening, Lando returned home, the day’s exhaustion settling in his bones. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door, running a hand through his curls.

"I’m home!" he called out, the words instinctual.

The lamp in the living room flickered, and he smiled.

Dinner was a simple affair—just leftovers from the night before. As he ate, he talked about his day, recounting funny moments from the track and updates from the team. It was a one-sided conversation, but the occasional flicker of the lights or soft creak of the floorboards reminded him that she was listening.

After dinner, he cleaned up and settled on the couch with a blanket. He turned on the TV, flipping through channels until he landed on a Series they used to love watching together.

"Look," he said, holding up the remote. "It’s Teen Wolf. Your favorite."

The lamp flickered twice, and Lando laughed. "Alright, my second favorite. But you liked it enough to watch it a million times with me."

He sank into the couch, the familiar intro of the Series playing in the background. It was almost like old times—the glow of the TV, the soft warmth of the blanket, and the comforting feeling of not being alone.

As the fourth episode that evening ended, Lando stretched, his limbs heavy with sleep. He turned off the TV and stood, heading toward the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a soft glow over the space. Lando changed into his pajamas and slid under the covers, letting out a content sigh.

"Goodnight, love," he murmured, his eyes already closing.

The lamp flickered once, and for a moment, he swore he felt the faintest brush of warmth against his cheek—like a kiss.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that she was still there, watching over him.

It wasn’t the life they had planned, but it was theirs, and in its own way, it was enough.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris

[brittanias]

season 4 h-money moments that currently live in my head rent-free

[croatoancassiel]

my guy was panicking he NEEDED to see that hot news reporter guy

new favourite line delivery ever

[caleod]

24-1-25

[cazbogie]

[sorrowsofasoul]

[call-me-insane-but-wth]

Reblogging this bc i find this whimsical and funny, not that i don't believe in the seriousness of ghosts, spirits, and entities, lol. There's a threat/warning in my language that goes; "You really wanna see/find out?"

why would they haunt people if theres no profit incentive

[thevinuf]

It was through the cold mist the abandoned factory stood, faceless among the wind and fog. Its windows were coated in dust and rust or shattered completely. Forgotten by the people, it stood there alone, wrapped in solitude.