other!ghost

In my searches for THE TRUTH, I’ve done a lot of listening.  I’ve listened to haunted houses to hear ghosts from other dimensions.  I’ve listened to radio signals from the cosmos for signs of alien life.  But on my most recent quest to help the Crystal Gems, I forgot to listen to someone very important: the Crystal Gems.  If you wanna help someone else, you can’t make it all about you - no matter how sweet your KATANA BLADES may be!  You gotta listen and help spread their words.

I’ve also learned that HUMANS NEED TO SLEEP.  I didn’t sleep for 48 hours and I PASSED OUT FOR DAYS.  I woke up on the floor in the foyer of my house.  My dad said that’s as far as he could drag me with his bad back.  From now on, I’m sticking to my normal schedule of 16 hours of sleep a night.

Anyway, if you’re in Beach City, come grab a Ronalphlet and learn how you can help the Crystal Gems!

4

“Can we check out some other rooms here?”

(The Ghosts and Demons of Bobby Mackey’s    a.k.a that episode where Shane outed himself as both a demon and a walking meme)

anonymous asked:

high key can u give me a rundown of ur fav wacky wwii shenanigans

Okay friends today we are gonna learn about the GHOST ARMY, which, disappointingly, was not actually an army made of ghosts

pictured: the unit patch for the Ghost Army, which is DOPE AS FUCK



see one of the things that made WWII so fucking nuts was the totally bizarre level of technology. Like wow we invented the first real computer and radar but also if you wanted to see how many troops were hanging out somewhere you had to send a dude to fly over and take pictures manually??? this left A LOT of room for shenanigans


so the normal method of dealing with aerial surveillance was to cover shit with camouflage netting. Say you’ve got an nice air base that you really don’t want any bombs dropped on- you literally just cover that with a ludicrous amount of netting and some fake trees and BAM now it looks like just an empty field from the air

there’s a building under that weird lump


that’s cool! That’s really cool! But not cool enough


At some point somebody sat down and went “hey wait. What if…what if instead of disguising buildings and units as fields, we disguise fields as units”


holy fucking shit!!!


the British had used a bunch of fake tanks and like, boxes of provisions stacked up in tank shape and then covered with a tarp in 1942 during Operation Bertram and it worked really well, but they didn’t have a special unit devoted to just clowning on the Germans like that.


so the US military decides they do want a designated clowning unit and goes out and recruits a bunch of fucking nerds from all the art schools and makes them into the 23rd Headquarters Special Troops aka THE GHOST ARMY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU USE ANY OTHER NAME LIKE SERIOUSLY


the ghost army’s job was basically to go in, sidle up to a real unit, and then basically set up a fake version of that unit while the actual unit sneaked away to go dunk on Nazis where the Nazis weren’t expecting them


okay time to get into the really cool part of this story, which is HOW the ghost army faked being a real unit:


step 1: INFLATABLE TANKS AND AIRCRAFT OH MY GOD

that’s a big ol balloon!!!


the ghost army had a stockpile of inflatable tanks, aircraft, artillery, cars, whatever, that they would set up and then poorly cover with camouflage netting so from the air it looked like someone had just done a real shit job of hiding actual materiel. They even had dummy soldiers that they would set up to make the scene look populated, since the ghost army itself was about 1,000 dudes regularly imitating units of 30,000 men


what’s really cool is that visual deception was more than just the inflatable stuff itself. If the ghost army plopped down a balloon tank, they then also had to go out with shovels and rakes and shit to make a fake track that a real tank would have left, because it turns out tanks are really hard on your landscaping


step 2: “spoof radio”


the last couple of days before the real unit moved out, the radio operators of the ghost army would move in. see, radio transmissions were done in Morse code, and it turns out every radio operator has a slightly different “fist” when typing Morse. A “fist” is basically typing style- some people would take longer to type out certain letters or would have pauses between groups or anything like. Anybody listening to the radio transmissions who was skilled enough could tell different radio operators apart from just their fist


anyway the ghost army operators would move in and basically listen to all the real unit’s radio transmissions until they had learned the real operators’ fists. Then they would take over radio traffic, imitating that fist so it seemed like the real operator had never left. I forgot to make this section funny because I was too caught up in how rad it is SORRY


step 3: making a lot of noise


the ghost army had special trucks fitted with huge fuck off speakers and a whole library of stock sound effects. Once the real unit left and the fake unit inflated, the sound trucks would come in, select a combination of sound effects that matched the unit they were impersonating, and then played everyone in the 15 mile radius of the speakers their fire mix tape


step 4: fuckin partying!!!


see the thing about impersonating your own units is that other allied units would know about it and might talk about it where enemy collaborators could hear. So the ghost army had to fool the Germans but they also had to fool their own army. Every time they impersonated a new unit, the ghost soldiers would paint that unit’s insignia on all the fake materiel, make fake signs with the unit’s name and colors, and sew the unit’s patches on their own uniforms


once they were dressed up as soldiers from the impersonated unit, the ghost army dudes would go into town and mingle with other soldiers from actual fighting units nearby and hang out in bars while loudly saying things like “YES HELLO I AM DEFINITELY A REAL SOLDIER FROM THE WHATEVER DIVISION, ABSOLUTELY FOR REAL STATIONED ON THAT HILL OVER THERE”




so anyway this bunch of weedy American art nerds staged 20+ battlefield deceptions between 1944 and the end of the war, sometimes fooling that Germans so successfully that they actually got shelled


I'mma leave you with this quote from the book “The Ghost Army of World War II” by Rick Beyer and Elizabeth Sayles, because it’s a quote from an actual member of the Ghost Army and that alone makes it funnier than anything I could ever write:

On another occasion, two Frenchmen on bicycles somehow got through the security perimeter. Shilstone managed to halt them, but not before they had seen more than they should. “What they thought they saw was four GIs picking up a forty-ton Sherman tank and turning it around. They looked at me, and they were looking for answers, and I finally said ‘The Americans are very strong.‘”

I imagine before he got to know them, Kravitz absolutely HATED the IPRE crew. Like, the dude is competent, but the guys have a habit of completely humiliating anybody they end up fighting.

Let’s rewind a few years. Kravitz is doing his thing. Kicking ass, reaping souls and killing liches. Heads back to his office in the Astral Plane (because i refuse to believe that the afterlife is anything but a stupidly complicated bureaucracy) and checks in on his current list of bounties.

There’s the usual list of necromancers, immortals, escapees from the stockade and users of profane rituals, you know the types, the guys who have the twelve syllable names and such. But there are seven new people he needs to hunt down. And all of them have died at least eight times. You hear that? It’s the sound of Kravitz getting paid.

So who does he go after first?

Merle Highchurch, fifty-seven deaths. God. So much reward. Kravitz hunts anybody by the name of Highchurch down, but nobody has any clues as to where the guy is. Kravitz heads back to the office and checks out all the information he has on the guy. And surprise surprise, he’s a follower of the god of bloody travelers. Krav could hunt down this guy for the better part of a decade, and he’d only find the guy by luck. Great. Wonderful. Fine. He has six other bounties to check out.

Magnus Burnsides, nineteen deaths. Okay, so Magnus is MUCH easier to find than Merle, if only because Magnus announces his name to anybody who asks. Lives in somewhere called Raven’s Roost. He’d been there a few times, not a bad place. So Kravitz heads over there. And great, the entire bloody town is on FIRE and the populace is DEAD. As a reaper, he’s legally required to take care of wandering souls he finds wandering around. So he has to take a good month or so wrangling a good 600 people into the afterlife. Much to his surprise, Magnus has a wife who recently died. The woman stares at him for a moment before laughing, because apparently Magnus can get lost in a goddamn hallway and it would take a goddamn miracle for Kravitz to track him down. Goddamn it.

Taako Taaco, eight deaths. Taako is, unlike the others, a complete goddamn ghost. The most he can gather is that the guy is a wizard and an elf and that is generally it. It is by pure luck he’s assigned to the Glamour Springs case, and hears about Taako Sizzles It Up. Okay, THAT is easier to track he thinks. Except Taako apparently did a show in literally EVERY TOWN in the world at some point and is charismatic enough that nobody is willing to tell him much of anything. And then, like both Magnus and Merle, he has apparently vanished into the mist and NOBODY KNOWS WHERE HE IS GODDAMN IT.

Lup Taaco, twelve deaths. Kravitz is not surprised that Lup is related to Taako because she is even harder to find than Taako. There is literally nothing except the fact that she died in some cave near Neverwinter. There are literally no souls in that cave, and he checked. Twice. So where the hell is she? Who the hell knows. Who even cares.

Davenport, nine deaths. Is somehow just as elusive as anyone else. Because these people hate Kravitz. Kravitz checks everywhere. A few merchants in Neverwinter remember having met a guy named Davenport a few years back, and he seemed pretty cool, and he bought a can of soup once. Great. THANK YOU MERCHANT MAN. SO VERY HELPFUL.

Barry J Bluejeans, twelve deaths. Barry fucking Bluejeans. BARRY GODDAMN JAY GODDAMN BLUEJEANS. Kravitz has no end of words for this asshole. Unlike the others, Kravitz has met this guy. He has no idea what goddamn class Barry is other than a magic-user because WHAT SPELLS DOESN’T THIS GUY KNOW GODDAMN IT. Oh oh oh and get this, he’s fueled by the power of love. Love. As if a normal lich isn’t annoying enough to deal with, but this guy apparently refuses to leave without his wife. A wife who, COINCIDENTALLY, has the name of LUP. And Kravitz knows. He goddamn knows, in the depths of his heart, that this Lup is the exact same one as Lup Taaco. BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE HATES HIM.

Lucretia, ten deaths. Somehow even worse than Taako, Davenport and Lup combined. Because he has nothing on her. At all. No class, no god, no spell-list, no ANYTHING. Alright. Fine. Detective Kravitz time. Her name is spoken very very rarely, and she is apparently the leader of some mysterious organization called a Bureau? Fine. Where is this Bureau. What’s that? It’s hidden? You can only summon a way there if you’re a member? Of course. Obviously. Wonderful. Why not. Cool. Great.

So now. Let’s advance to the start of the story. Kravitz is called out to investigate Phandalin. He arrives, and is immediately hit by a wave of pure fire. When he wakes up? He sees four figures in the distance. And three of them are Magnus. And Merle. And Taako. And Kravitz is about to fight them, when a goddamn orb appears from the sky and carries them to a goDDAMN SKY BASE WHAT THE HELL I HATE THESE PEOPLE

And then he finally meets these people by complete chance in the lab of Lucas Miller. And he is so happy. Because for the first time in six years, he has THREE OF THESE JACKASSES in front of him. There is no possible way they can escape this.

Guess what happens next.

So now, finally, let’s advance to post-Story & Song. And he has all seven of these assholes in front of him. Defenseless. He could reap their asses right now. But he can’t. Because the Raven Queen has declared they’ve earned a pardon.

A few hours after the celebration party, Kravitz warps back to his office and screams for a solid hour.

EDIT: Somebody mentioned the whole Barry dies like twenty times over the course of a decade so now I have to establish that at least five of those were Barry staring Kravitz dead in the face, killing himself instantly and rising out of his body as a lich. Just so that Kravitz can know EXACTLY how petty Barry Bluejeans will be.



Ok, actually… you’re kinda right. I mean, they just keep punching each other and we’re calling it “being in love”.

Originally posted by dvnkens

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

And they can’t absolutely stand each other…

Originally posted by inter-somniac

Originally posted by emwatsxn

Also when they were in the hospital in 6x09 and Theo said:

You’re going first.
That’s the only reason I’m with you.
Because while they’re busy wrapping a whip around your neck, or shooting a hole in your head, I’ll be running the other direction.
I’m on your side as long it helps me.

Originally posted by colormayfade

And then Liam said:

I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it.
When the Ghost Riders find us, I’m not gonna do anything for you.
I’m not gonna help you.
I’m not gonna save you.
I’m gonna do exactly what you would do to me.
I’m gonna use you as bait.

Oh, hang on a second.

Didn’t they save each other from a ghost rider right after that?

And isn’t this Liam saving Theo?

Originally posted by all-decay

And isn’t this Theo saving Liam in the exact same way?

Originally posted by theoraken

And again…

Originally posted by fakehappyalec

Also, is that Theo worrying about Liam?

Originally posted by fytwolf

Originally posted by vxidability-nolan

Originally posted by colormayfade

Originally posted by theoraken

HE PUT A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AFTER THIS

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Theo: I went trough all of this to keep you from being taken.

Plus, in 6x15…

Theo: Those two losers killed hunters.
Liam: Who killed their pack.
Theo: So what? I mean, Monroe’s gonna tear through anything standing between her and them. That means you, Lydia, Malia and Scott.

Oh, and here’s Theo looking at Liam with heart eyes!!

Originally posted by animeteenwolflover

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

Originally posted by tfimtrash

Originally posted by aztechale

HE WAS IMPRESSED BY LIAM

Originally posted by iamlonelyinvisibly

Theo not only saved Nolan, but he stopped Liam from doing something he would’ve regretted.

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Originally posted by fytwolf

Liam can’t stand Theo but

Theo: You made the plan.
You wanted me to help.
Liam: If I needed your help for anything, it’ll be so I get angry enough to kill you myself.
Theo: You brought me here because that thing that came out of the Wild Hunt is affecting you, too.

Not Scott, his alpha. Not Mason, his best friend. He choose Theo.

What’s more, they’re such an amazing duo.

Originally posted by imagine-everything-blog

Originally posted by bloggergirl29

We’ll see them kicking Gabe’s ass as well

In season 5 Theo actually said:

I love this kid.

Originally posted by hotdamntheoraeken

And let’s not forget who made all this possible by bringing Theo back…

Originally posted by winifredwevansedits

In conclusion, yeah, you’re right, they make no sense.

But I’m not sure we’re watching the same tv show.

🍂🎃 Samhain Altar Tips 🎃🍂

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! For many Witches, that is… Samhain is the holiday which follows Mabon (another wonderfully welcoming Autumn Sabbat)! It is during this time in which the veil is thinnest, sparking an aura of mystery in the air. The atmosphere is filled with exciting and potent energies; invoking inspiration, gratitude, and the desire for deep inner change. Honor those who have passed by creating an altar dedicated to Samhain!

Ideas for Objects:

Colors: Oranges, reds, golds, blacks, yellows, and browns. Incorporate these colors into the candles, leaves, statues, stones, photos, fabrics, or flowers you use!

Candles: Try scents that go with the season; like pumpkin spice, apple, and cinnamon, just to name a few. ~ :-)

Incense: Choose scents that invoke mysterious and warming vibes, such an Myrhh, Frankincense, or Potchouli. Oils work just as well, too!

Crystals: Smoky quartz, black obsidian, amber, clear quartz, and ruby are just a few wonderful options to consider for stones!

Divination Objects: Acknowledge the cycle of life and death by displaying your most loved divination tools/photos of these tools! This may include pendulums, ouija boards or planchettes, tarot cards or decks, a scrying mirror, or runes.

Imagery: Skulls and skeletons should be the obvious choices! Many Witches like to decorate for their Samhain celebrations by displaying them and other Halloween staples - ghosts, witches, and black cats! Try also to incorporate feathers and/or bones/horns (if real, than gathered humanely/from beings who died of natural causes).

Nature: Bring the outside, inside! Gather fallen leaves and sticks, and put together or purchase a bouquet filled with colors of the season. (Fake plants and leaves work perfectly, also)!

Food: Leave offerings for those who have passed. A basket of apples, gourds, corn, nuts, and pumpkins is a wonderful idea, as is a special goblet of wine or freshly-baked bread.

Deities: If you worship dieties, why not incorporate them into your sacred space? Add statues or photos of Gods and Goddesses such as Hecate, Hades, Anubis, and Freya!

Sentimental Things: If you choose to honor specific fallen family members or friends, think about getting a little sentimental! Include photos of them, notes or letters, special objects they loved, or their favourite foods. If you do not have any of these things, consider playing some of their favourite music or writing them a letter and placing it somewhere special in your altar. 💛

Hoping that this guide is useful to those who plan on celebrating! Have a wonderful Halloween/Dia De Los Muertos/Samhain, and stay witchy! 🍂

types of buzzfeed unsolved fans

ghost groupies (type A): loves paranormal seasons the most. Watched other shows like ghost adventures etc before unsolved. Knows a lot about ghost/paranormal tech and gets annoyed when the boys use it wrong. Believes in ghosts 100% but very skeptical about evidence/audio recordings. Probably claim to have seen a ghost at some point in their life

ghost groupies (type B): goths. Also like paranormal seasons the most. Don’t care as much about “ghosthunting,” just really like ghosts in general. Lots of english and history majors. Interested in demons a lot. Already knows the stories behind all the famous haunted locations and probably have plans to go there at some point

cryptid hunters: the gayest bfu fans. Watches a ton of documentaries. Willing to believe almost anything. Constantly talks about dating cryptids. “Mothman is real i sucked his dick behind an arby’s”

true crime stans: have read almost every “creepy wikipedia article” in existence. Considers themselves amateur detectives. Has a LOT of of theories. Does research for fun on their own time. Knows way too much about serial killers. Wishes bfu would cover more “obscure” cases

Just Here For The Boys (type A): scaredy cats. Watches new episodes late at night by themselves and then can’t sleep. Generally hates horror stuff but really loves ryan and shane. Makes a lot of unsolved memes and actually prefers the postmortems to the episodes themselves

Just Here For The Boys (type B): don’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural, just find bfu really entertaining and think ryan and shane are funny. Shaniacs. Horror movie fans. Don’t care about “evidence,” just here for a good time. Probably follows other buzzfeed series like try guys. 

lone gunmen: likes true crime seasons the most. Total conspiracy theorists. Spend a lot of time on online forums discussing evidence and theories. Have evidence folders saved on their computers. 90% of people who send in comments to postmortem. Takes bfu Very Seriously. Most likely to believe in aliens. 

  • AHS fandom: OH MY GOD HOW DARE EVAN PETERS PLAY A TRUMP SUPPORTER HE IS THE WORST OH MY GOD I HATE AMERICAN HORROR STORY SO MUCH
  • AHS fandom: [When it came to Tate Langdon, a mass school shooter who also murdered several other people as a ghost, raped a woman, lit a man on fire, sodomized a gay man with a fireplace poker, and dropped several homophobia slurs against the gay ghosts in the house.] OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A SWEET MISUNDERSTOOD ROMANTIC SOUL I WANT TO BE VIOLET SO MUUUUUCH EVAN PETERS IS MY BABYYYY
If Pixar were to make a 'dark' film, what should it be about?

A teenage boy and his girlfriend. They are happy and very in love, but tragedy strikes; the boy gets drunk at a party, drives home with her, gets in an accident, and she is killed. He feels horrible, naturally.

But the girl isn’t gone; she returns to the world as a ghost, not willing to pass on and be without her love. Unfortunately, he can neither see or hear her. She can whisper things in his ear and be perceived subconsciously, move small objects when he isn’t looking, but never make her presence really known.

For a while she is content to simply follow him around and comfort him as best she can. It even seems she may be having a positive effect; she is able to subtly influence him to quit drinking, clean up his act, and turn his life around. All seems well in a bittersweet way.

Things start to change as time passes. The boy gets older, the ghost does not. He starts to move past her death, no longer gazing longingly at the pictures of them together, not visiting her grave as much. While the ghost wants to see him happy, she is miserable that she is being forgotten, as she is unchanging and still feels love for him.

A few years pass, and the now young adult man starts dating other women. The ghost is upset and jealous. She starts to sabotage his dates, causing little accidents, using her ability to be subconsciously heard to make him say awkward things, basically being a bitch and ruining the young man’s relationships.

Unable to find happiness, the young man begins to backslide. He starts drinking again, he gets in fights, he loses his job. His life is turning to shit. Ghost girl feels terrible…until one night the man takes too many sleeping pills and almost dies. A horrible plan occurs to her; if he commits suicide then he’ll be dead too and they can finally be together.

She starts to egg him on to more and more self-destructive acts, whispering poisonous thoughts in his ear, trying to make him hate himself. He shuts out family and friends. He buys a gun and doesn’t really know why. The girl hates to do this, but it’s the only way…

Throughout the film, we’ve seen other people haunted by ghosts. At first this seems harmless; there’s a man whose father still follows him and gives advice. A mother who lost her daughter, but the girl still walks around holding her hand. The spirit of a young boy’s dog still romps behind him. These ghosts can see each other, and are the typical Pixar cast of quirky side characters.

At last the young man seems to hit rock bottom and is ready to end it all. Not wanting to watch her love die, the ghost departs to leave him to it. She heads to the park, and sees some of the other people with ghosts. But now she notices things she hasn’t before. The ghostly father’s advice, always critical, seems downright abusive, constantly berating his son for his failure and inadequacy, and the son looks miserable. The little girl’s mother can’t look at a child playing without tearing up. The ghost dog is gone, however, and the now older boy has a new pet and is happy. The girl realizes that what she is doing is wrong.

She rushes back to the man, who is moments away from shooting himself. She begs him not to go through with it, pleads and cries, but is unheard. Eventually she is just barely able to direct his attention to the neglected photos of them together as happy teenagers and he puts the gun down, picks up the phone, and calls a suicide hotline.

Man enters therapy, joins a group to quit drinking again, takes medication. It’s long and hard but he makes it. The girl is happy, but she seems to be fading slowly as the months pass. She thinks she might be finally letting go and crossing over, her reward for having saved him. Eventually she departs with a smile.

Twist ending: there was no ghost. That was his guilt and depression personified. It was always his own subconscious, the part of him that hated and blamed himself for the girl’s death. Sure, the guilt drove him to quit drinking once, but the fact that he couldn’t move on drove him into ever deeper despair. All the people with “ghosts” are the same way, haunted by their pasts. Last shot is him walking down the street, content, but as we zoom out we see just how many of the people around him have ghosts, and how widespread the problem is.

TLDR: Bittersweet ghost story is a metaphor for depression.

5

hear me out

mob (still an esper in this au) goes on crazy adventures with his fake-psychic teacher (who’s actually just a genius scientist) and sometimes with his brother ritsu (also still an esper) 

in general, spirits tend to flock around mob, but i sort of ran away with the idea of the spirits of mob’s alternate selves and the ghosts of other of his friends following him around… 

imagine a citadel of reigens tho 

Ice and knives (and ghosts of other times)

The more Viktor looked at him, the more certain he was of it. His Yuuri was there, a shadow turned into flesh and ice and a soul that burned bright. Yuuri, his beloved Yuuri, the Yuuri that had been taken from him so many years ago was there before him, alive and well.

Problem was, things were very different from then, and the secret language they used to share had been lost somewhere across the years. This was the same Yuuri, but not quite his Yuuri anymore.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

More naruto AU art here.

In lieu of a new illustration this week, I’m posting an oldie but a goodie I had buried in my photoshop files!

Been some time since we’ve seen these boys, but this part of my life I’ll always cherish the community and the creativity and rallying around fellow fans. 

Long live the Ghost and Phalanx, and long live the pair that inspired them :)

anonymous asked:

(I love your writing it makes me wanna jump off a cliff with happiness) Can I uHHHHHHH get a drarry fic where it's 8th year and draco is quite and none of his friends are at hogwarts so he starts to make a habit of going outside at night and star gazing, one night harry decides he wants a break from the crowds so he goes outside only to find a sleepy draco and a whole lotto stars (Sorry if this ask sounded so demanding)

Ah thank you that’s so kind!  Only don’t go jumping off any cliffs!  Unless you’re base diving maybe…oh or bungee jumping.  Then that’s alright.  Also this took awhile because I started writing this in tumblr and IT ATE MY DAMN DRABBLE AND I WAS SO MAD, so it took me awhile to be less angry and start to try to write it all over.


“What’re you doing out here?”  

Draco jumps at the unexpected voice, snapping his eyes open and shooting the other boy a dirty look which is met with an impish grin.  Draco would be more annoyed at the interruption if he weren’t finding it so attractive.  Fucking Potter, try as he might Draco can’t seem to dislike a single thing about him anymore.

“I was…relaxing.”

“Looked like you were sleeping.”  

“I was not sleeping.  I was enjoying some peace and quiet before you so rudely interrupted.”

Potter doesn’t respond right away, so Draco finally looks at him and is surprised to see the other boy looking, well, nervous.  He wants to roll his eyes.  He doesn’t understand Potter sometimes, how he can be so smart and sarcastic and full of life and the next moment look like he’s unsure he’s wanted; he wonders what’s happened in his life that could make Potter so unsure how other people feel about him.  He wants to know desperately but they aren’t there yet so he files it away in his mental list of things he wants to know about Potter but may never find out.

When Potter makes no move to speak, or leave, Draco scoots to the side making room for the other boy to sit beside him.  He doesn’t say anything, just makes a bit of extra room on the blanket he’d transfigured when he’d come outside.  Thankfully words aren’t necessary and Potter slides down right next to him, impossibly close to Draco.

“So, Potter, what exactly are you doing here?  Isn’t there some sort of party going on in the common room?”

Potter huffs out a laugh, rubbing his hands on his knees.  “There’s always a party going on.  I just…there’s,” he sighs, looking a bit uncomfortable as if he isn’t sure what to say.

“There’s a lot of people in there.  Rather noisy.”  Draco sometimes wonders how it seems as if they both seem to feel the same, despite the fact that their experiences couldn’t have been more different.  It should be weird, realizing how much they have in common, but instead it just feels right.

The tension visibly leaves Potter’s body at Draco’s words.  “Yes…yes, that.”

After several quiet moments, Draco finds himself speaking without even consciously deciding to do so.  “I came outside to watch the stars.  Growing up I always liked astronomy, and I know what you’re thinking but it wasn’t some narcissist thing because I’m named after a bloody constellation alright.  It’s just…they’re fixed you know?  No matter what happens, whether we can see them or not, the stars are always the same.  I like that, knowing that some things are constant.”

“It’s beautiful,” Potter whispers, but when Draco turns his head to agree he realizes Potter isn’t looking at the stars, he’s looking at him.  And then Potter’s hand is reaching towards him, one of them reaching out to tangle his fingers with Draco’s and the other moving to the back of his neck.  They’re so close Draco can feel the other boy’s warm breath ghosting across his face.

“What are you doing, Potter?”

“No fucking idea,” he mumbles, closing the distance and pressing his lips to Draco’s.  Potter taste like fire whiskey and chocolate, and his lips are ice cold and chapped.  It’s perfect.

It occurs to Draco, as Potter pushes him down on the blanket, kissing him as if he were the air Potter needed to breath, that Draco has spent his entire life looking for something that wouldn’t change when maybe what he should’ve been doing was finding someone or something worth changing for.

Maybe like a dying star they will crash and burn, or maybe they’ll stay a constant he can look for on his darkest days.  All Draco knows as he reaches out to touch Potter in as many places as possible, is that for once in his life maybe he’s not so afraid of the unknown anymore.

ok but:
butch hartman said that the unworld is where you go if you mess up the calculations on a ghost portal
in masters of all time, maddie stated numerous times that jack’s calculations were incorrect
conclusion: vlads powers came from the unworld, not the ghost zone like dannys. it explains why he looks so different from most other ghosts - hes not a ghost, hes made with with “incorrect” ectoplasm rather than pure ectoplasm. plus it also gives a reason for why he had to spend years in the hospital rather than being able to walk it off like danny