ghost town.

ind. priv. sel. MULTI MUSE canon & oc

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one. 

you can find me here. 

[ghostlysorrows]

R Y A N. 

“oh no, definitely not that. I am not acquainted with that term.” his face falls into seriousness, as if the mere implication of humility was preposterous. “i think you must have been the one to hit your head.”

      “shut up.” her hand reaches out to gently wack him on the arm. “maybe that’s why i decided to date you. this whole relationship is built on a concussion you gave me in sophomore year of high school.” a roll of her eyes, despite her words, her limbs stretch out, arms looping around his shoulders to bring her close. 

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R Y A N.

“i don’t know…. I think I hit my head pretty hard… and I have this vague recollection of something heavy landing on me.”

        “hmm, probably the weight of humility..?” she suggests, brows raised. 

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@lingeringscars

        “----hey, do you remember when you ran into a literal tree and knocked me out of it?” 

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stcrmdoors.

@ghostlysorrows ; baby

she’d tested pepper spray out before but even so, airiana wasn’t entirely sure how comfortable she was with a stream of hot sauce being the only thing between her and the asshole who stole her car. this might be dangerous and stupid, but stupid and dangerous weren’t exactly things that were new to airiana’s play book anyways.

“HEY!!!” her foot lands against the side of the car with a loud slam. probably shouldn’t have just put a fresh dent in her own car but she was feeling jumpy. “get the fuck out of my car.” she growls lowly, pepper spray aimed only a few inches from his face through the open window.

       if he had it any other way, he’d be doin’ something else right about now. maybe watching tv, delivering pizza --- a good, honest living.  but ‘cause of a dumb mistake, here he was ---- makin’ more of ‘em. the violent thrash against the vehicle startles him and his hands immediately fly up off the wheel. maybe it’s reflex, maybe it’s good sense. “woah” he’s a little more than relieved to see she only has pepper spray, but that don’t mean he wants to deal with that either.        “you can have it back? ---- i’m not real sure you want it, though. it’s pretty hot right now.” his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, brown eyes glued to her behind the dark shades resting on the bridge of his nose. one apple earbud hangs out of his left ear, the other dangling loosely against his chest. “like, as in the police want it. not because i stole it. well, maybe a little ‘cause i stole it. but also because its tied to a bank robbery.” smooth, real smooth. 

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stcrmdoors:

@ghostlysorrows                                             

                                                                                         “        hey, careful       ”  EVERY HOME HAS ITS CHARM. on the outside, the mccool’s home looks like any other run down shit show in brownsville; weeds creep too far out into an over grown lawn and there’s a layer of dirt that’s been fermenting on the white shingles for years now that rain alone is not enough to make it budge. on the inside, bullets mingle with black and red checkers at the bottom of the toy box. and the scent of decomposing rodents mix into the draft over by the door. the silverware is mixed in with anything that’s grey or metalic looking, like paper clips or grey crayons because zeke says that everything should be organized by color because that’s what they do at school. that drawer is located two drawers down to the left of the sink. the dish washer has been broken for months now but they haven’t taken care of the dirty dishes in there yet and some of them are starting to cultivate a vibrant variety of molds. it’s good that way though because jenn likes to keep her personal stash of pills in the detergent compartment. who’s gonna go looking for uppers in a broken dishwasher anyways. but hey, EVERY HOME HAS ITS SECRETS.

“ watch your step. ” jennifer lifts one foot over a pig sized lump that looks no different than a pile of laundry left over by the front door. the only thing keeping him from fading into the messes of the house is a little boy’s hand peeking out from the edge of a blanket, clinging to its tattered threads.“zeke sleeps anywhere s’long as he has his blanket.” she murmurs, tone no louder than a whisper.

      he   doesn’t  frequent  brownsville.  despite  the  fact  that  he  spent  a  majority  of  his  adolescence  pounding  every  square  inch  of  the  pavement  with  tattered  shoes, all tied  up  with  worn  out  laces  and  ever  thinning  soles ---- he  avoids  it.  he’s  sure  it’s  due  to  something  deeper,  some  back  part  of  his  brain  that  always  sends  him  the  opposite  way,  but  he  never  entertains  the  thoughts  for  long.  they’re  unwanted,  unwelcome,  and  unproductive.  neither  of  the  three  put  food  on  his  table  or  money  in  his  hands,  so  they  have  no  place.  dark  eyes  drift  to  the  outside  of  the  house,  observing  but  not  obviously  so.  he  can’t  say  he’s  shocked.  he  isn’t  new  to  this. if  anything,  it’s  uncomfortably  familiar.           he  stops  when  she  speaks,  boot  hovering  over  a  lump  on  the  floor ----- a  boy. kolt  steps  around  him,  mocha  hues  still  glued  to  the  sleeping  heap.  “right.”  he  murmurs,  gaze  lifting  to  the  hall.  there’s  another  boy  at  the  far  end,  half  of  his  face  peeked  out  from  the  door  frame.  their  eyes  meet  for  several  drawn  out  seconds,  like  a  game  of  who  will  blink  first   that  kolt  didn’t  ask  to  play.  the  boy  vanishes,  slipping  back  into  the room. “the  other  one’s  jethro.” it  comes  out  more  as  a  statement  than  a  question,  but  he’s  confirming. 

[b-n-a-o]

[trannyzilla]

[maxxrockatanski]

richard + messy hair appreciation post  (◡‿◡✿)

[ghostlysorrows]

wynter.

                    ❛          ——  ah,  stacy   !     tina wanted me t’pass along that your cookies were t’die for at the bake sale last friday   !          ❜          she says in the most annoying voice following feet propped up on car’s dashboard. 

——  @ghostlysorrows   /   S.  GECKO. 

          dark  brows  scrunch  together  in  a  deep  furrow,  high  pitched  ---- valley  girl  voice  throws  him  for  a  loop.  eldest  gecko  pulls  the  phone  from  his  face  to  check  the  number.   ❛   who  the  fuck  ❜  he  shoves  it  back  up  to  his  ear.   ❛   wrong  fuckin’  number !   ❜   CLICK.

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@shefears​

             ❛   sweetheart ------ you’re  real  cute  and  all  but  this  ain’t  rookie  hour  and  you  and   i  both  know  you  didn’t  get  all  those  bills  from  your nine  t’  five.   ❜  he’s  not  here  to  ruin  her  fun,  he’s  just  letting  her  know  hes  not  the  one  and  his  wallet  would  be  comin’  no  where  near  those  manicured  talons.