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#i am a ghost
teachersdaughter · 1 month
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Sunday
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beemintty · 8 months
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feeling like a ghost in my own life
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movie--posters · 2 years
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mamamangaka · 9 months
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I drew a bottom who’s big and beefy but a total pushover sweetheart that collects plushies and likes to bake
his boyfriend is a good foot shorter than him and a total Sargent to everyone and anyone who isn’t him (he only uses it in the bedroom bc bouncy bubbly boy can’t hold still)
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creatively-ill · 1 year
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words-and-coffee · 2 years
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The building crumbles The walls collapse The rubble rots The grass grows The universe expands I stand in place Looking around I see only memories blind to physical reality but bound to it
Jackson Nieuwland, I Am A Human Being: I am a ghost
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merelybone · 2 years
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what is a ghost? a tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? a moment of pain, perhaps. something dead which still seems to be alive. an emotion suspended in time.
— guillermo del toro
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thelibbiegrant · 1 year
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Me, age 5, looking like a Victorian ghost. 1985.
(My dad was an artist and he often had family members dress up in old-timey clothing and then he’d take photos to use as references for paintings.)
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nicole-folklore · 8 days
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scarlettearrowrites · 5 months
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There's something unfairly ironic about being the kid who violently ducks away whenever my siblings start recording a TikTok but also being the one who has a youtube channel.
Constantly and consistently torn between the wish to be known and the need for privacy.
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shotmrmiller · 26 days
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being called simon's work wife by johnny is all fun and games til you start spotting the man you've never formally met in the corner of your eye.
imagine being told by a pig-headed superior to make yourself useful and go get him some coffee only to immediately start apologizing, words spilling out of his pathetic mouth like water because your johnny-proclaimed husband's looming right behind you in guard dog mode.
you mumble out a thank you, even though you're not sure what for and he just tugs your name tag.
no one talks to my wife like that.
(forget about trying to clarify that it's work wife, he's got selective hearing.)
i think it's cute til it's not. til you're at a bar, drunk, and he shows up and takes you home. you wake up in a bed that smells of gunpowder and carbolic soap, in a shirt 3x your size and a pair of oversized sweats. when you check your phone, your friend's text reads, your husband is a scary man.
(there's a fucking ring on your finger, too.)
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quadrantadvisor · 2 months
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Imagine if the GIW started gunning for Jason without the Batfam ever meeting Phantom. Like, Bruce has to figure out on his own that the guys in white suits with Lazarus guns are 1. a legitimate government agency, and 2. are perfectly within their rights to hunt Jason like an animal, because 3. there's secret government legislation that says that since Jason's body processes ectaplasm, he's classified as non-sapient and has no legal protections.
Bruce calling up Clark like
Bruce: I am currently in the process of breaking into a government facility in order to dismantle their operations.
Clark: Okay? Do you need... help?
Bruce: Yes.
Clark: Sure, I'll be right there.
Bruce: Not that kind of help. Oracle is sending you the files now. I'd like you and Ms. Lane to make these people wish they were never born.
Clark: [speed-reading the documents] Oh yeah, can do. This is truly disgusting. If the public is half as outraged as I am, we'll get this sorted as fast as the courts can manage.
So Clark Kent acts as a whistle-blower, the Justice League publicly condems the Anti-Ecto Acts as inhumane, the GIW is disbanded, and Batman gets pardoned for all of those crimes that he technically did by assaulting federal agents. And after all that gets sorted, some white haired kid pops up in the Watchtower like "haha thanks for that I really didn't want a war between Earth and the Infinite Realms" and the League are like "wait what"
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yooo-lets-go · 19 days
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Wish you were here
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ikiprian · 2 months
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Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)
Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.
He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)
Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.
(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)
So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!
Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.
With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.
Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!
It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.
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thisnoah · 1 month
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"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate"
[Too Sweet by Hozier]
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creatively-ill · 1 year
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Hehe me
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