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Papa II’s Big 1960s Mafia Adventure is my favorite part of @silverthurible and i’s au

but i never post any content related to it here on tumblr because it’s such a hyperspecific facet of a very large and complex universe that nobody outside of a small handful of people would understand it lmao

anyway here’s a very cranky caporegime and the love of his life his bff 

To everyone who needs a hug right now, here’s a ghost hug. You may not feel it, but it’s there.

Sometimes, we feel like we are all alone. Sometimes, we are in need of someone’s affection. Sometimes, we feel the need for acceptance. Sometimes, we just need a warm, tight hug.

A random hug from someone lightens up the day. For a moment, you feel that you matter, that you are important to someone. We crave for a hug because we miss the feeling of being cared, loved by someone. A hug from the ones we love is the best. Because we know that their love is whole and real. A hug is warm, we feel at home even if we are far away. A hug is something we can give to lessen someone’s pain, even for a while. You can also give it as a small thank you, to your friends, family, and loved ones.

Here’s a ghost hug, a virtual hug. I know you can’t feel it. But I want it to reach you. I want you to know that I am here. I care for you. Here is my small way of saying thank you for everything that you’ve done. Thank you for being there during the storms and during the lightest days. Here is something to tell you that someone out there, who loves you. With this, I tell you, you are not alone, that you are beautiful, that you are special. I hope this will help lessen your pain you have right now. I am here for you. 

To you, who is reading this right now, I’m reaching out tight, warm hugs. Now, Don’t forget to smile okay.

Whenever someone’s in need, hug them, message them, call them, even if it’s small, it is highly appreciated. Everyone is special. You are Special.

Have a great day ahead. :)


PVRIS - waking up / mind over matter / smoke / fire / ghosts / mirrors / eyelids
     ⤷   mentions of E Y E S

keep an open mind it brings open hearts and open eyes, 
you walk around with your hands out and I’ve never seen anyone so blind


anonymous asked:

I imagine Ghost Laurens and Phillip playing boardgames, and Alexander coming in like "Who are you talking to?" And then seeing the board pieces moving on there own and being like "n o p e."

Phillip: Okay John It’s your turn!

Ghost Laurens: *rolls the dice*

Alexander: Phillip… Why are you playing the board game by yourself you need 2-3 players to-

Alexander: *sees the game piece move*

Phillip: Uh oh! You loose a turn!

Alexander: …

*later that night*

Alexander: *burns the board game*


                                  { My ghost }
                                             where’d you go ?
                                 I can’t find you in the body
                                       s l e e p i n g  next to me
                                  My ghost
                                              where’d you go ?
                                        { What happened } to the soul
                                   that you  u s e d  to be ?
                              I’m searching for something….
                                                 that I can’t reach

  • The Agent: That's it! You're all grounded. Herbert, no pizza for you. Shellbeard, no more swordfights. Protobot, you're kicked out for the time being because we hate you. And Skip...
  • The Agent: Oh god, is there anything that you love?
  • Skip: Revenge
  • The Agent: No vengeance for you.
  • Skip: i was gonna say "ill get you for this" but i guess that's off the table.

            Why are you here?
                                                I’m here because you want me to be here.

Rebuild: A One Shot Bichie Fic

Thanks to @steve-hairringtwin, @pastelstanuris and @gazeboseddie for reading this and giving me their opinions. It means a lot. Also @kalidelia, who wanted a tag <3

Word Count: 3.5k

Warning: Domestic abuse mention, illness mention, cursing, kissing, LOVE

It was fall in Derry, Maine, and that meant dark and stormy nights. Bill looked out the window, seeing the rain pelting down with force. He used to like the rain, enjoy the smell, the feeling like the world was clean afterwards, like things were new again. But since the night Georgie had disappeared, the rain only brought darkness.

Bill’s parents were out of town. His mother had come down with something, talking of pain, nausea, heart palpitations. She had even collapsed a few times. Mr. Denbrough had taken her to a facility a few towns over and taken a few days off, leaving Bill alone in the house. He was a teenager, and pretty capable of taking care of himself, so he wasn’t worried. And Bill had seen his father’s fear written all over his face. He couldn’t lose another person he loved, another member of his family.

His parents had never recovered from losing Georgie. Bill hadn’t either, but it seemed to have drained his parents of any remaining happiness. He wondered if his mother’s sickness had to do with Georgie too, but Bill’s father wasn’t telling him much.

Bill was closing all the curtains and blinds, making sure the windows were shut, looking for leaks, and locking the door to the basement. Just in case. Once he had finished making sure everything was secure, Bill went where he did whenever he was alone in the house. He went to sit in Georgie’s room.

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Fic: The Christmas Spirit

Post-ep: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas.. Happy Holidays. P.S. Sorry for the rushed nature of it. Holidays are demanding. Tagging @today-in-fic

A/N: Not mine. Borrowing.

Scully tried to hide the yawn behind her hand as she admired the sky blue silk scarf and gold diamond earrings that Mulder had gotten her for Christmas, something she totally did not expect. Mulder was giddy and beside himself with a first edition copy of H.G. Wells ‘War of the Worlds’ but his partner’s growing yawns were not unnoticed by him either. He smiled at her and asked, “Why don’t you crash here for a few hours before you head to your mom’s?”

“I’m perfectly capable,” she yawned again, “of driving.”

“Well, I am going to steal your car keys again, especially with the snow outside.” He reached across her and plucked her keys again from her jacket. “You’re staying. I’ll drive your car in the morning and catch a cab back.”

“Mulder,” she protested weakly. Scully was already getting up, shedding her suit jacket. “Fine, I’ll take the couch.”

“No, no, no. You take the bed.”

“Since when did you get a bed?”

“Since Nevada from a mysterious donor,” he said, gently nudging her to the bedroom. “And you’ll like this, it’s a waterbed.”

“A waterbed,” she laughed. She sat heavily on the edge of the bed, it’s gelatinous mass rippling out around her. She looked up and giggled. “The mirror?”

“Another gift. I, uh, I am going to take it down after the new year.”

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