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[movedstaypufts]

        “suck in the guts, guys! we're the GHOSTBUSTERS!'

because i am a mess this is a GHOSTBUSTERS multimuse (mobile muse list here) choose your ghostbuster and let’s bust some heads!  (in a spiritual sense, of course!) streams crossed by doc (29+) (mobile rules here!)

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Reblog if you’re ok with discord threads or moving threads to discord if requested

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specter-siblings​:

When the man put his weapon back, the girl stopped trying to get away. Partly because he seemingly meant no harm, but also because the asphalt was hurting her delicate hands. Strange, somehow it felt like this should be easier. She was more weighed down than she should be. That didn’t make sense, it wasn’t as if she could just fly, right?

She was sitting up straight now, panting, but calmer than before. She adjusted her glasses to get a better look at her mysterious saviour. An ordinary looking adult human, save for the gear on his back and that puzzling outfit. He had a name patch. “LINDEN.” She wished she could remember her own name, something that started with an F was the best she could guess. There was no denying it anymore, the trip from wherever she was to here must have resulted in a case of amnesia.

“Injured?” she repeated, still confused, “No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “But I’ve got a headache and I’m thirsty. Help me stand, please. I need… Water.”

“water would be good, yes,” he agreed, standing up and offering the girl a hand to assist her in doing the same.

she appeared to have a head injury, but he could not see any evidence of this on her head, which was puzzling, but then again, perhaps it was early and there would be a knot or a bruise that showed up later. though, william knew it was completely possible that it could solely be an internal injury and without proper testing, he would not be able to discern what precisely had occurred. 

“do you live nearby?” he asked, glancing around before turning his attention back to her. if she did, he would need to get her home. he’d shown up on ecto-3 which at least had a sidecar she could ride in off the motorcycle.

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@ectoplaesm​ said: ❛   you  look  happy  and  healthy .  ❜ ( for dana! )

of all people that dana had expected to see tonight, her first night back in concert after a painting had kidnapped her child, egon spengler was not on the list. she’d been caught off-guard, truth be told, when she spotted him, and of course she made her way over to him. he’d been awkwardly holding the program in his hands, close to his chest as he moved through the crowd. it was clear that he hadn’t expected to see her, either.

a soft smile graced her lips and she nodded, catching his gaze. “i am... hopefully for good this time,” she smiled. “how--how are things?” she asked, honestly hoping egon would not bring up venkman. god knew she wouldn’t this time. she was certain egon knew what had transpired in the breakup not long after the statue of liberty danced its way through the town and honestly, she just wanted to put all of that behind her.

it was, however, so good to see egon. “you look just as well, you know,” she smiled as a hint of rose dusted her cheeks.

[indianajcnes]

in case you’re wondering just how feral i am for egon spengler,, i made gifs of this scene where you see him in just the black t shirt in the background for like 5 seconds

[stljedi]

My Saturday Favorite

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[movedstaypufts]

url change 

rayzoccult ➝ staypufts

and i moved ray to @doctorstantzy

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[rayzoccultt]

🙶 drop everything, venkman. we got one.

independent. mutually exclusive. DOCTOR RAYMOND STANTZ OF THE GHOSTBUSTERS trapped by doc (29+)

[comominimo]

[thejoxaren]

Someone help him. Please.

Venkman my beloved

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doctorvenko​:

𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳, peter felt overcome by a wave of indifference. not that he didn’t care about ray, but quite the opposite – he had simply taught himself to be unresponsive to the pain suffered by loved ones. if one had been a piece on the mantel in the venkman household, they’d understand why.

❛ your aunt’s house that bad, huh? ❜ peter quipped.

but the quip had not worked. not that peter had expected it to: after what happened that day, he seriously doubted if he and ray would ever be able to laugh again. of course, this was silly logic. but they were broken men, broken beyond ways they had ever been before. there was no telling how long it would take to become whole again.

❛ hey, ray- ❜ he began once more, searching blindly for the off-switch of the radio before he would eventually settle on hammering bryan ferry into silence with his fist, ❛ how ‘bout you spend the night at my place, huh? beer, tv? you and me

peter’s joke wasn’t even addressed. ray was too upset to humor him. he didn’t look over until peter’s fist pounded on the radio, fear in ray’s eyes that it was too much for peter, even as tears streamed down his face. honestly, the thought of returning to his aunt’s house, as much as he loved aunt lois, made everything seem that much worse.

he was afraid to speak, fearing it would make it worse so he nodded in response. spending the night at peter’s sounded like a much better option than crying into his pillow’s at his aunt’s house. a house that reminded him that he’d given, and subsequently lost, everything only for egon to up and tear it all down in one fell swoop.

ray wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands and looked out the window, trying his best to compose himself, though tears still streamed down his cheeks. it seemed like hours passed before they were finally at peter’s place and ray grabbed his suitcase as he got out, still worried that speaking would make him break down again and that was so unfair to peter. peter was obviously hurting, too, and peter had much more difficulty with things like this.

it wasn’t until they were finally inside peter’s that ray spoke. “thanks,” was all he managed, a shaky undertone to the single word.

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every time she heard the door open, elizabeth found herself looking to see if it was him. it had only been a couple of days since he was last here at the library, but it seemed like an eternity. finally, the door opened and it was egon. unable to control herself, elizabeth waved excitedly as he approached the desk. 

“hi, egon,” she smiled up at him. “done with all those books already?” she asked, taking them as they were offered. “sure do read fast,” she said with a rush of color to her cheeks.

@ectoplaesm​ gets this thing like we talked about lskdjlfjsdf

[movedstaypufts]

i really set the whole entire Fandom off tonight. glad I'm not the only one having a crisis about ray's damn unzipped suit fUCK

[clandestinestardust-deactivated]

Dana Barrett meets Dr. Peter Venkman

and they’re both 😍😍😍

ghostbusters (1984)

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