#ghosts 5

[chassa0-0]

Constantly thinking about the possibility of the Ghosts having a fight club and so this came to me in a vision.

[moonahsrobin]

So excited to see my wife again in season 5

[mrhatecrimes]

my favourite little gay politician

[discoddity]

BBC GHOSTS 5 SPOILERS!!!

the captains NAMEBhvqhgsjev???? and the faxt he died staring into havers’ eyes :(((( kill me

[daytonasand]

literalt why does the captain hide that envelope and look at it all sadly like that after havers leaves his office and why does he bury it like that like it’s more than just blueprints if it wasn’t some kind of confessional letter. like. what was it for if not for that. and. yknow what. i never watched pretty little liars but i did watch a video essay about it and in it i recall them mentioning that like the writers always wanted to be two steps ahead of the viewers and would change the story if the viewers theorized on something correctly so it just ended up weird and disconnected. and ljke. idk i have faith in the idiots enough to not do that but idk when i think about that letter and william and ‘anthony’ it’s like. benjamin. look at me. look at me in the eyes and try to tell me his name wasn’t william from the beginning and you didn’t change it for no reason. you can’t. you literally can’t.

[pigeonmilk117]

Ok who was gonna prepare me for that Christmas special??

[bluegiragi]

i drew johnny "soap" mactavish as phreak (the original design) from overwatch.

bonus (just for fun):

[crowleys-right-eyeball]

i lied abt only posting abt this situation once, i just saw this lovely person’s comment!! passing it on to tumblr 🫡

edit: SOMEONEE changed the password and ruined it for everybody :/ pls try this version instead!!

edit 2: WATCHER POSTED AN UPDATE

[toxooz]

also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarf💅

if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog

[jimjimenezzz]

i love you media that emphasizes mundanity. i love you media that says you still matter as a person even if you don't achieve something great. i love you media that says existing and being alive is enough. i love you "we might not remember your poems, but we'd remember you." i love you "i was no hero" "perhaps. but you are a brave man." i love "in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." i love you "but who's gonna watch the deer?" i love you the mundane as something to be loved for

[chassa0-0]

Consistent character design? What’s that? I’ve never heard of her? Anyway I don’t feel strongly for any particular ships but I do believe in asexual Thomas and Kitty.

[blanchebees]

Papa V test, hoping for a movable jaw kind of situation

Tip jar

[discoddity]

havent seen any posts about this!!

[daytonasand]

i treat conversation like a competition that both of us are losing

[shotmrmiller]

being at a haunted house with your friends only to get separated and end up alone in a random room. it looks empty, except for the usual props and you're just taking a moment to catch your breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans only to spot something in the corner shift, realizing that you're not alone.

a guy as broad as the door behind him is in there with you, costume seemingly lower budget than the others (was he called in at the last minute? his mask makes him look more a criminal than whatever the hell he's supposed to be.)

he's a clean two or three heads above yours, his dark clothing making him hard to see, blending in with the jagged shadows created by the red (because red means scary, right?) flickering lights overhead, and he's standing right in front of the quick exit, neon green sign barely grazing the crown of his head. shit.

a sudden, ear-splitting noise activates your fight or flight response and you're out the way you came in a second flat, uncaring that you're running against the flow of traffic, harshly bumping shoulders into both visitors and actors alike, and instinct takes over- without a second thought, you glance back over your shoulder.

the guy you'd bolted from is moving with unsettling purpose your way. the crowd parts around him, letting him gain on you effortlessly, his hulking stature looming larger with every step.

his eyes lock onto yours and your breath snags in your throat- he's a hunter, staring you down through the scope of a rifle, as if you're nothing other than fresh game for him to take home and devour.

you push on even though it feels like you're swimming upstream, his gaze burning into your back like a brand, the icy fear slithering through your veins alive, coiling around your galloping heart, tightening with every ragged breath.

until you hit a dead end. cornered, every instinct screaming for an escape that doesn't exist. and then he's on you, presence overwhelming, reaching a paw-sized hand toward you-

"i thought you guys aren't allowed to touch us?" you choke out, his fingers curling around your wrist and you wonder if he can feel your racing pulse.

his breath warms the side of your throat. "says who, pet? you're free t'stop me." if you can.

(soap and kyle watch him come out with you in hand, looking like you're about to be sick. kyle gives you a water bottle and soap pats your back, telling you that if yer that scared, he'll go with ye next time.)

[tea-party-with-drosera]

part 2