#ghostwhisperer

[echoicsmut]

I wonder what these Ghosts are doing to Cynthia for Monstober #6? You'll have to check out my other sites to see the full scene. https://linktr.ee/hornedlewds

[mercurial-madhouse]

Can you tell me about Help! My Alpha is the Ghost Whisperer?

😂 This is definitely a far more amusing working title than the moody, mysterious atmosphere of the fic suggests. It was a Reverse Bang fic that @theisolatedlily and I paired up on and then decided to table until we were ready to write it. Here’s her awesome moodboard! The original premise was her idea too that we’ve worked together into what I’ll share below!

It’s a small-town ABO supernatural murder mystery where Alpha!Harry comes from a cursed bloodline where he sees ghosts and has to help them cross over. Whoever he mates with will end up sharing his curse. An anti-social outcast because of his abilities, he’s always very careful. But after a one-night stand with Louis, a city-boy omega new to town looking for a chance to lie low, Louis wakes up freaking the eff out because there’s a bloody ghost in the room. A shocked Harry is super confused, because he swears he didn’t bite or mate with Louis. So what the hell is going on?!

Meanwhile, there’s a murderer in town. Already too close to the crime for comfort, Harry, Louis (begrudgingly) and the ghost of the victim--some alpha bloke named Zayn who insists on only communicating with Louis--have to discover the culprit before the murderer finds them.

Interested in knowing more about any of my current WIPs? Feel free to send an ask!

[pyreshe]

@ghostwhisperer - ❛❛ Do you dream about them? ❜❜

livvy rolls the question over in her mind for a minute before she bends again over her whiteboard, pink marker in hand, writes something slowly and carefully. she appreciates melinda and her seemingly endless patience, the way she's never pressed her to "use her words" as so many adults had before. some had taken her silence as defiance and punished her accordingly for being a "difficult" little girl. there hasn't been a single time melinda had even implied that she was upset at her for not speaking. after a moment, she holds the whiteboard out, the letters blocky and childish, written in a nearly unsure hand.

JUST MY DAD MOSTLY. SOMETIMES MY MOM BUT NOT USUALLY. JIM IS THERE SOMETIMES.

she turns the whiteboard and adds another line.

HE WAS KIND.

[mastermicd-arch]

@ghostwhisperer ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

peyton had been talking to melinda for a solid few minutes without so much as taking a breath –– ranting about her work, about how hard she was finding things, and just what might make her consider quitting if it got that little bit too difficult. it was standard practice for her at the moment, to just get her frustrations out. the distracted look on her friend's face though, wasn't quite helping her the way she'd thought. "hello?" she asked, voice melodic as a hand waved across the others face. "are you listening? what's on your mind, you're not really here."

[raurquiz]

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[pyreshe]

olivia had read once about black holes and the way that sometimes, a star doesn't simply die. it becomes a gravitational sink that gets to be so heavy and dense that no light ever escapes it again- nothing does. she'd explained it to vincent as best she could, expressing fear that a black hole would one day swallow up the entire world and the coffee shop, and vincent had laughed that gentle laugh of his and assured her that no such thing would come to pass. he used to say how lucky he was to have such a smart and wonderful daughter; i lucked out, had been the exact sentiment.

but then vincent had died.

he died for no reason and no amount of praying had fixed anything. the ground seemed to give way under her feet and light began to vanish into the black hole and so too did all of her words.

there's nothing to say, really, and no one who'd care to listen anyway.

she blinks up at the woman standing on the stoop, her latest placement, and then goes back to her intense staring at the top of her pink plush dinosaurs fuzzy head. she doesn't know what to think of her just yet other than the distant fleeting thought that she was pretty in a soft kind of way.

once the trash bag hits the porch, livvy all but swoops in to grab the top of the bag and clutch it close, holding tightly with the free hand not squeezing her t rex just as melinda snaps at her other foster mother. her tone nearly makes her drop the bag, but her knuckles just grow pale around the dark plastic.

the drive is full of one-sided chatter that leaves livvy wondering if melinda is the kind of adult who is afraid of silence and needs to hide from it; she'd hardly be the first. still, livvy tunes about half of it out, staring out the car windows as things move past. the trees are turning orange and scarlet and halloween will come soon- but the thought of another halloween without him makes her feel hollow.

the house livvy allows melinda to lead her into is also pretty, but livvy doesn't look too closely as melinda outlines her room, she just holds the trashbag and looks cautiously over the bedroom- like it could bite her were she not careful. livvy will put her things away when melinda isn't looking, it will be as easy as dumping the bag's contents into a drawer. everything important is safely in a neighbor's possession for safekeeping- photos, a shoebox full of odds and ends, and a recipe card box painted with forget-me-nots and packed with family recipes.

the whiteboard surprises her though. surprises her enough that she nearly squeaks.

livvy stares at her and ponders her words as though melinda has started speaking an alien language and she is the sole interpreter up for the job. maybe they can be scared together.

livvy sits on the edge of the bed and writes something on the whiteboard;

IT WONT BE SCARY FOR LONG?

at least, she hopes not.

melinda had always wanted a family.

jim had been the first to bring it up in the casual way they shared their love, gentle and sweet.     ‘ how many rooms should we put in the house? ‘     he’d asked a few months into their engagement, and melinda had said,    ❛❛ well, we need an office, don’t you think? ❜❜     she danced with his baby niece on a lazy sunday afternoon in the kitchen when he said,     ‘ you’re gonna make a great mom someday, ‘     and melinda, grinning with all her teeth, had kissed his cheek and replied,     ❛❛ i probably make a better aunt. ❜❜

and that was the game they played. he’d roll the ball into her court as gently as he’d hold her, and she, ever-stubborn, would always push it back, afraid of what that future could mean. as much as her mother tried to pretend, the truth was always there: her family’s gift had stretched three generations now, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to make it four— even if she did coo at every baby that passed her by, or lay in bed and dream of how amazing a father jim would be. 

but now…

now, jim was gone, and there was no room for dreaming anymore. suddenly, what she’d always wanted to say but never got to stretched to all the corners of the house, through the doorway he carried her through that first night— his clothes in the hamper— a glass of water, untouched, on his side of the bed. and yes, melinda knows in a way only she can that he’s not really gone. jim was just on the other side of the window, his fingertips tracing the silhouette of her hair, his lips at the corner of her own, waiting until he could reach past the pane and pull her into his arms again. but the light doesn’t bring her much comfort now. it doesn’t bring back the chapters that were ripped so unceremoniously out of her life, or the family that should’ve filled the pages full 'til the epilogue. she sat in that quiet, empty house all alone, in a bed twice as big as her, and made the only decision that made sense in a long time:

family would have to mean something else.

olivia’s last foster mom was in a hurry to usher her out. melinda stood and ignored the laughter of a full house just past the door, shaky hands balled into the pockets of her coat. she was nervous in a way she didn’t expect when she’d first spoken to the social worker, but then again, she supposed there was a difference between words and action. she smiles down at the girl as she says—

❛❛ hey, livvy. i’m melinda. it’s nice to finally meet you. ❜❜

she thought of her grandma as they stood face-to-face, the car running behind her, ready to pick up a girl she’d only known from a distance. the first thing she noticed was how small she was— smaller than the pictures made her seem— and the fragility of it sent her heart into her throat. to make matters worse, though the crisp autumn air bit at her own nose, livvy wasn’t wearing a jacket. who let her out without one? melinda went to ask, but the only other adult had disappeared back into the house again, front door ajar so the light of the living room spilled out onto the driveway.

in the brief silence between them, they shared a moment.

livvy looked up at her with a gaze too old for her age, and melinda nearly flinched. it was a look she recognized, not just then but from her own childhood, too, the hollowness of her eyes too big for her tiny body. when mary ann had come eleven years too late and whisked melinda from the only hell she’d ever known, did they share this same glance? did her grandma worry she wouldn’t be enough, too?

the moment was gone as quick as it came. the woman returned, interrupting to drop a trash bag at her feet, and, with a mix of both horror and anger, melinda realized that was all the girl had.

❛❛ don’t do that. ❜❜     she’d snapped, and could’ve screamed at the confusion the other wore.

‘ sorry? '

❛❛ treating her stuff like it’s garbage. how do you think that makes a kid feel? ❜❜

her irritation eats at her the whole car ride back. olivia ( livvy, she rehearses in her head ) knows so little about her, and melinda perhaps too much. what kind of anger has she seen that the social workers hadn’t? is she afraid of her already? can melinda make the empty house a home for her, even though it’s hardly one for herself? 

she tries to push back her anxiety with each turn of the wheel, chattering now and then to fill the space between them; she even does her best to ignore a spirit staring at them from the side of the road, thumb up for a ride to gods-knows-where. it’s still not enough.

❛❛ okay, so… ❜❜     melinda begins after they’ve brought @pyreshe's things upstairs, pacing around the girl’s newly-decorated room ( frilly comforter and all ),     ❛❛ we’ve got nightlights, and, uh— some books. i know the bedset’s a little much, but i figured after you get settled, maybe we could have a girl’s trip, just you and me. oh! and— where is it— ❜❜     she remembers what she’s looking for even before she’s finished talking. turning over her shoulder towards the nightstand, she opens a drawer to pull out a whiteboard, shiny and new. a clean slate.     ❛❛ ta-da! ❜❜

melinda’s not expecting an answer, and knows there doesn’t have to be. she remembers the years she crawled into the jaws of her own heart, tucked behind the teeth she’d been taught to bear. she meets the silence with softness, kneeling down slowly so her gaze can meet livvy’s— so she can coax the girl out of the wolf’s mouth.

❛❛ i’m sure this is all a little scary, ❜❜     she says, and cringes slightly at how much of an understatement that must be,     ❛❛ if it makes you feel better, i’m a little scared, too. you know more about this than i do. but… ❜❜     she pulls out a marker from the pack in her hand, holding the whiteboard out to her.     ❛❛ maybe we can be scared together? ❜❜

STARTER CALL: ♡.

[hannamarins]

[exspiritment]

@diicktective

"What should we name it? I vote Greenie. Or — always, we could just, you know, go with Lizard."

[giubihobi]

they're both ghostwhisperers ig

[frogs-mystery-sideblog]

[Transcript:

Stanford and Jolene are in Backupsmore’s library. Stanford leans against a table, wearing an orange turtleneck and brown pants, he has one hand in his pocket, the other rests over his chest.

Jolene is sitting opposite him, wearing a red and brown plaid skirt, a black turtleneck and cardigan. Her hair is auburn, long and curly. She has freckles and blue eyes.

Stanford: You’re ignoring me.

Jolene: Not intentionally.

Stanford: Did I scare you away?

Jolene: I don’t scare easily.

(Something drips into Jolene’s hand.)

(Jolene looks at her hand. More blood drips into it. She looks up at the ceiling and frowns at the stain of wet, dripping blood forming there.)

(Opposite her, Stanford is confused at Jolene’s expression. He follows her gaze. There’s nothing to see.)

Stanford: New neck exercises?

Jolene: Uhm…

(She looks back up at the ceiling. It’s just a regular ceiling.)

Jolene (flustered): Yes! Actually.

Jolene: You know, that reminds me: I have a question for you!

Stanford: You always have a question for me. This time, before you ask, let’s talk a little ‘quid pro quod’.

Stanford: You get to ask a question, I get to ask you a question.

Jolene: Okay. What’s your question?

Stanford (jokingly): How many college professors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

(Jolene rolls her eyes)

Stanford: Don’t answer that! That’s not the real question.

Stanford (seriously): My real question to you is: Do you claim to have supernatural powers?

Jolene: Define ‘supernatural’

Stanford: Ah! Now we’re getting somewhere! Do you claim to be connected to the supernatural?

Jolene: Sometimes it feels that way.

(Stanford pauses. Thinking.)

Stanford (squinting): How do you know—

Jolene (cutting him off): Okay, that was your one question! Now it’s my turn.

(Stanford tuts, feigning annoyance.)

Jolene: If somebody said to you that there would be five signs, then death would come. What would you think?

Stanford: I would think about selling my house and moving to the nearest police station

Jolene: I’m being serious

Stanford: That’s what scares me. So what’s going on?

(Jolene looks to the ceiling. Then to her hand. Then to Ford, squinting.)

Jolene: Not yet.

(Stanford smiles, squinting at her.)

Transcript end.]

Ghostwhisperer x Dirty Work au aka “Ford applying for that PHD in meaningful and deep friendships with beautiful women, 1970’s, colorized.”

[vitalphenomena]

TIMELINE: SUPERSTAR AND WILLOW THE GHOST GIRL.

RICHARD HAYES meets WILLOW NOLASTNAME @unpossession at a bar. introduces her to his colleague ERIK ERIKSSON as a joke on erik once willow reveals she believes in ghosts just like erik does.

erik falls for willow, in the sense that he is a dirty older man skeevy for an impressionable twenty-something. he introduces her to his pet project, the eight-year-old ghostwhisperer e72, under the guise that e72 was a child in the foster system born gifted that erik and his colleagues are now attempting to re-integrate into a loving family.

eventually erik and willow sleep together, which fools erik into thinking he can continue showing willow e72's progress.

e72 has a breakdown in front of willow, and the reality of the coeus institute's child torture is revealed. erik kills willow to keep her from revealing any of this.

then all the normal stuff happens (e72 learns the lab plans to kill her and the four others, she helps plan an escape, e72 becomes spirit and the four others become the other harris siblings), with willow by spirit's side. so this timeline just becomes spirit with a best friend of a ghost in her head as she comes of age. more as this develops.

[blacksvgar]

I'm sorry I can't take Kate Callahan seriously. I don't hate her but that is Ms. ghostwhisperer!! why is she profiling! just let her ask the victims ghost!!

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎁 🎈 🎊 To You

The Most Remarkable & Sexiest Brunette👩 Teen Idol / Now All Grown Up Actress Of The 90's & 2000's

Born On February 21st, 1979

Hewitt was born in Waco, Texas to Patricia Mae (née Shipp), a speech-language pathologist, and Herbert Daniel Hewitt, a medical technician. She grew up in Nolanville in Central Texas, and has close kinship ties in parts of Arkansas.

She is an American actress, producer and singer. Hewitt began her career as a child actress and singer, appearing in national television commercials before joining the cast of the Disney Channel series Kids Incorporated (1989–1991). She had her breakthrough as Sarah Reeves Merrin on the Fox teen drama Party of Five (1995–1999) and rose to fame as a teen star for her role as Julie James in the horror films I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) and its 1998 sequel, as well as her role as Amanda Beckett in the teen comedy film Can't Hardly Wait (1998).

Hewitt's other notable films include Heartbreakers (2001), The Tuxedo (2002) and the two Garfield live-action films (2004–2006). She has starred as Melinda Gordon on the CBS supernatural drama Ghost Whisperer (2005–2010), Riley Parks on the Lifetime drama series The Client List (2012–2013), Special Agent Kate Callahan on the CBS crime drama Criminal Minds (2014–2015), and since 2018, Maddie Buckley on the Fox first-responder procedural 9-1-1. She was nominated for the��Golden Globe Award for Best Actress – Miniseries or Television Film for The Client List pilot film (2010).In music, Hewitt has released four studio albums to date. After her debut album, Love Songs (1992), was released at age 12 exclusively in Japan, she went on to record Let's Go Bang (1995), Jennifer Love Hewitt (1996) and BareNaked (2002), the latter of which became her first album to chart in the United States, peaking at number 37 on the Billboard 200 chart. Her most successful single on the Billboard Hot 100 chart was the 1999 release "How Do I Deal", which peaked at number 59. In addition to music and acting, Hewitt has served as a producer on some of her film and television projects. She has appeared in several magazines' lists of the world's most beautiful women.

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YOU SEEN HER MOVIES 🎥 & ON TV 📺 SHOWS

& ALL THE BOYS STILL LOVE 💘 HER

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THE 1  & ONLY

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HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS LOVE 💘 HEWITT👩 & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

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[minervasims4edits]

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[raurquiz]

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[venustrape-arch]

          she's often up with the sun these days. grandview made a small town morning person out of a new york night owl. granted, that doesn't mean she's eager to bolt right out of bed & march on over to the store – she has a routine. a routine she'd had to cut short this morning, but not for no good reason. she likes being part of the refurbishing process when it comes to the objects that cross their threshold, touched by time & life of their own. getting her hands a little dirty is nothing she fears. & it's most definitely not something she doesn't deem worth coming in early for. even so, mel's bribe was well received, cue the way she watches her best friend equal parts captivated & amused, coffee cup up to her lips. " mh – yeah. i think jim would agree with that. "

          neither of them is a pro by any means. sales are what they handle best. but if they were to count experience, andrea might have just a drop more of it. she'd already stripped the old finish off the piece of furniture & melinda gracefully offered to handle the shaky wooden legs. always sweet. always meaning well. she loves her more than words could say, but the woman is struggling. good thing it's not all for nothing ! she can always use a little entertainment on a well deserved coffee & bagel break.

          chuckling still, she puts the cup aside, scooching closer on the floor to catch the stray screw in her hand before handing it over to her. " aw, mel, no, this isn't laughing. i'm just happy you're not the one who put together my coffee table. " she might tease, but she's as endeared as ever. " you know, i might've been. " nose scrunched up, hand reaches for a bagel before one of her shoulders lifts into a shrug. " i think i just got into it young. i liked shop. & i liked helping my dad fix things around the house. we made my first bookcase together, you know ? " sad nostalgia pulls at her smile. " every time i do any... dumb little handy work, it makes me feel like he's still here. so... i do it often. & practice makes pretty damn perfect. " a beat. " how are you so bad at it, are jim & i not rubbing off on you at all ?? "

there’s something so special about an early morning in the store,     dawn pressing in with pinks and blues to cast color across the past. it’s not every day melinda gets to wake up with grandview— not that that choice is ever of her own volition. on the busier days spirits cling to her side, she’s lucky if she gets to pop in once or twice during the afternoon; on the worst, it’s enough for her to get out of bed at all. melinda would be lying if she said missing as much as she does doesn’t disappoint her. her gift gives her as much power as it does to the souls she crosses over, but 'same as it never was' has always been different. in a way, it’s one of the only things she can call hers and hers alone; something she created from the ground up with her own two hands, tooth and nail.

at least she knows there’s someone here who loves it as much as she does.

❛❛ y'know, it's a good thing jim's building the house. ❜❜     melinda chuckles from the floor, cross-legged and twisting a dismantled desk leg between her hands. the store smells thickly of coffee and the bagels she’d brought from home, a bribe, she’d joked, to make up for andrea coming in.

when a regular had stopped in and offered a tattered writing table free-of-charge— her only stipulation that she’d see the restoration before being shipped off to the highest bidder— melinda had to hold herself back from spitting out an overwhelming yes. truth be told, the most she knows about refurbishing comes from her weekly 'fixer upper' binge— unlike andrea, apparently, who’d done a lot of the heavy lifting this morning while she herself dawdled between nuts and bolts. she makes it look so easy, but then again, that was andrea— grace and passion and secrets melinda peels back the layers of each day.

she enjoys the vulnerability of this. the normalcy. here, she doesn’t have to be the link between the living and the dead. all she has to be is a woman sitting with her best friend— the one she always wanted, but never had.

❛❛ oh, shoot, ❜❜     melinda exclaims out of the blue; the second desk leg practically crumbles in her hands.     ❛❛ i must’ve dropped a screw somewhere! ❜❜     her gaze sweeps circles around her, leaning forward to dig haphazardly through the pieces strewn about. she can feel @venustrape's laughter before she even looks up; giggling, she drops her hands in her lap and quips,     ❛❛ ha ha. very funny. laugh at the girl who sees ghosts for a living.❜❜     as if to toy with her, the screw rolls out from under her foot. melinda grins, grabbing a screwdriver with the confidence of someone who knows far more than she does, and asks,     ❛❛ how are you so good at this, anyways? were you a carpenter in a past life, or something? ❜❜

STARTER CALL: ♡.