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owlghuleh · 1 year
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I am a puddle on the floor, a mess. If you will..
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ghnosis · 5 months
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hey you. yes, you. queer Ghost fan, or Ghost fan who is some type of witchy, or both.
I'm a PhD student at Falmouth University and I'm writing my dissertation/thesis on queer Ghost fandom on tumblr.
my study aims to explore queer fan participation on Ghost Tumblr through discourse/textual analysis of Tumblr posts, links to academic subcultural theories, and the experiences of myself and others in the fandom.
interviewing Ghost fans will help make sure I “get it right” - this dissertation is our project, not just my project.  
I'd like to invite you to take part in my research by participating in an online interview, over tumblr chat. you will be kept completely anonymous.
you can find more information about my research here, as well as the consent form I'll need you to sign - copy and paste the bottom part back in an email to me.
if you're interested, or if you have questions, please email me at aj263780 at falmouth dot ac dot uk or reply to the post or reblog it!
reblogs are HUGELY appreciated!!!
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papaandtheghouls · 3 months
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A time we will not forget
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ghoul-v · 2 years
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brokenghostgirl1 · 8 months
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Hot Headed : 1                         
             You’re a very hotheaded individual and you keep to \yourself not wanting to be around people and wanting to be left alone most of the time. Till your introduced to squad 141. Having to be transferred took a tole but you grew less angry in the days to come. However, things don’t change for the better…
The moment you set foot on the base, you felt like you didn’t belong there. Based on your records, training, and skills? You were a perfect fit. Personality? Not so much.
Your dear friend Ash tried to get you out of your “shell” but it never worked. He would bring you to the group parties they would hold but you left after she would run to the dance floor.
Of course, some welcomed you, putting on your fake smile and at least them including you in things. But they soon stopped asking after you wouldn’t show up.
Ash was your friend straight out of college, back then you were much different. You loved being around people and having fun. But growing up was hard, being an overweight college kid got to you.
Being bullied wasn’t a thing for you, well kind of. The muscle heads would def stare a little too long at you. Finding a boyfriend wasn’t easy in those days. I mean you had one, but he was only dating you as a bet.
Once Ash found out she had someone beat the shit out of that boy, she wouldn’t tell you who though. Said it was her secret.
Now once you got into the military things were different. You had to make sure you were up at a certain time, not being late was crucial. Being late meant more PT and you weren’t having that; it became too much on your body.
Having your friend with you makes things easier, but when you separated that’s when you changed. You seen things and felt things you wish you could take back, but that’s not how the military works.
You made it back to Ash and she hardly knew you, you wore a mask most of the time to hide your scar. She saw it after a year, you didn’t think she was ready to see it. She wished you could’ve stayed with her, but she knew what you both signed up for.  
Someone once came into your room while you were with Ash and saw your face, you were pissed. After you almost beat him to death others started calling you Reaper. Reaper was the person you chose to become when you got angry or when you’re working. Y/N was no more.
Being with Ash made things better, she was helping you become more like yourself. Making a living in this place was hard on your mental state, it didn’t help, just made it worse.  Having Ash was like a blessing, but you felt like you where the one holding her back, you knew she wanted to leave but she was staying with you trying her best to mend what’s broken.
You saw her in the mess hall eating her lunch, you sat down next to her. “look, Ash” you sighed, “I think you should leave.”
She looked at you with a confused expression, “what?”
“I know you want to do more than just staying in here, you don’t have to stay here. I’m not changing, and you know that.” You huffed, “you need to go live your life and have fun, you can’t have fun living here.”
She knew you wanted the best for her. She nodded and hugged you. That night you stayed up helping her find a job she would love and something she would be safe doing. You came across an add, ‘Help wanted, secretary’ you immediately showed her, and she lit up.
Ash loved people and hated being an outside worker. She knew this would be her job she would love; she knew she would miss you but she assured you that she would visit. You nodded and left her room for the night.
A few weeks passed and she was ready to leave. You helped Ash packed up, she gave you her favorite plushie, a little seal with glasses. She bought it for you a couple of days ago, she wore glasses and was on the seal team for a few years. You laughed as she handed it to you hugging her.
The last thing she packed was a German Shepard plushie, it had a scar running down her right eye. You hummed, “why a German Shepard?” Ash smiled widely, “Because you’re a hard-working loyal person, you protect those who you trust.” You smiled under your mask, “I’m gonna miss you” “I’ll miss you too.”
Ash left that night at 10pm, you couldn’t say goodbye to her. You were chosen by John Price, Captain of squad 141. He needed another Special Opp to help on a new mission.
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“Price, nice to meet you,” he shook your hand, “follow me, I’ll introduce you to your new team.”
It was bout 4pm the day you arrived at base, Captain Price waiting for you on the helipad. When he noticed your mask he smiled, it was odd no one ever smiled at your mask, they always hated it or feared it. A Skull mask was not very flattering.
You nodded, picking up your stuff from the ground and following him through the base.
He led you through a house like area of one of the barracks, it was fancier than your cot you’d sleep on back at home. You were gonna like it here.  Price showed you your room, the kitchen, the showers, the upstairs offices. It was all quite nice, it made you feel like his team was going to more organized, you loved that.
Price ended the tour by bringing you to the briefing room. You noticed 4 people, you recognized Soap. You did a few missions with him when you both started.
“I know you know Soap”, price spoke up, “Next to him is Sargent Gaz, Major Alexjandro, and my beautiful wife Kate Laswell”
“Hi” you simply spoke.
Before Price could speak you ask, “Isn’t there supposed to be a Lieutenant?”
Soap spoke up just then, “He’s out on a solo mission right now.”
You didn’t speak, you just quietly stood there and let everyone speak a little about themselves. A few minutes passed and you decided to go outside and smoke to clear your head.
Something about being alone made everything better. It was about 11pm and as you where looking up at the stars you heard a truck pullup. It was a all blacked out dodge ram, you looked at it admiring it, ‘lucky guy’ you thought.
The guy that got out had a skull mask on just like you, that pissed you off. “Hey!” you yelled as you threw your cigarette on the ground.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” you spat, “Take that fuckin mask off, only one of us can have Skulls and its gonna be me, so take it off”
He growled, “Fuck you kid. What are you? A new recruit?”
Just then Price was standing next to you putting his hand on your shoulder calming you a bit, “I see you met Reaper.” You looked at Price and back at the man, “Ghost, Reaper. Reaper, Ghost. Your both lieutenants so act like it.” With that he left.
“Why Reaper?” Ghost asked, “Sounds childish.”
“Why Ghost?”, you huffed, “Sounds like you wanna be one.”
Ghost ignored you, he was tired he just wanted to go in and get some sleep. He pushed passed you, it was pretty easy considering he was 6’2 and you where 5’4. He was wondering why price would choose someone so small, especially a kid to be on the big boy team. ‘she doesn’t seem cut out for this, especially if she has that bad of an anger problem. My anger doesn’t even get that bad.’
You went to bed that night wondering why they would put you with someone just as hot-headed as you. You wore your mask as a symbol of strength, madness, and contempt. Having this one symbol helped with your composure, and somewhat of your stability. Control and stability was your main goal in this profession, it wasn’t easy some days but it helped when you could get this.
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mycherrycola · 3 months
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Probably the most out of pocket fact about me is that I've had this little pope-core outfit since I was 6 or so, and now as a Ghost fan I think I need to upgrade it.
Fittingly, I just washed it and found out the red bled everywhere and turned it a splotchy pink! So, help me decide what to do next.
Should I get a dye remover and attempt to get the pink out, or should I dye it a totally new color? I'm leaning towards full on red or black but I'll take suggestions too :)
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theduchesssf · 1 year
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San Jose 2018 for you, until they come around again 🤘 source: @theduchesssf
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alwaysjustmina · 6 months
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Katatonia last night was amazing. And @midnight-moth gave me permission to take a picture of us and post lol. Jumpscare is below! Guess who is who ;)
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tiny-elf-of-doom · 2 years
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Outsider: I bet Ghost fans sacrifice goats at concerts.
Ghost Fans at Concerts:
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owlghuleh · 1 year
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I am in love with ALL of the black and white photos, and Ghost… of course, and I think Rain..
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ghnosis · 2 months
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preliminary data
Ghost fans who speak English as a second language will apologize for their English and then speak flawless English including slang
almost everyone interviewed loves Cumulus
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ghoul-v · 2 years
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budgieio · 1 year
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All of you need want to be dommed and it shows
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stvrgirlsworld · 1 year
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terzo = adhd
copia = autism
prove me wrong, oh wait you can’t
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krystalklear21 · 2 years
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Tumblr Ghesties!!
If you're not already aware, Ghost IMPERA is nominated for Best Rock Album on the American Music Awards. Fans can vote 22 times per day per Facebook and/or Twitter account until November 14, 2022.
At the time of this posting we're in the lead, but we're neck to neck with Coldplay Music of the Spheres (BTS army and Coldplay fans are in full force). Your vote will definitely make a difference.
Go ahead and cast your votes so Ghost IMPERA can win! You can vote on the Billboard website and/or with tweets/retweets on Twitter. REBLOG and share!
More info on voting and rules:
https://www.theamas.com/how-to-vote/
Vote Limits: 22 votes per user, per category, per day, per method. Vote Open: Thursday, October 13 at 6:00am PT. Vote Close: Monday, November 14 at 11:59pm PT
FYI, screenshots for how to vote on your phone if it causes problems
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When you reach the limit, it'll let you know. If you want to use another platform or account, you go back to the main page and log out.
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theduchesssf · 1 year
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Barclays NYC source: @theduchesssf
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