Jan 14, 2022
sweet talk, everything you say - it sounds like sweet talk to my ears. you could yell "piss off! won't you stay away?" it'll still be sweet talk to my ears
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sweet talk, everything you say - it sounds like sweet talk to my ears. you could yell "piss off! won't you stay away?" it'll still be sweet talk to my ears
PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG!!!!
my entire dash: the saddest shit i’ve ever read
me, holding ray and elsa dolls like lord helmet from space.balls: now kith
@doctorstantzy // closed starter jbc <3
No cause for alarm as Dean creeps past Janine's desk and into the GBs bedroom... He's /quietly/ looking for Ray and doesn't want to accidentally climb into bed with one of the other guys... Where is that damned Stay Puft doll... It's the only truly easy way to tell them apart in the darkness, without pulling any of the covers back... Self-reminder to ask Egon (when he's not asleep) about that cooling nightgown he invented. Maybe he can get in on that particular luxury. Nightgowns: one of the only items he has in common with the resident egghead.
“Psst. Ray. Psst.”
who ya gonna call?
not me, don’t look at me.
doctor ray stantz and alice hathaway. written by ray & shell.
semi plotted starter // @doctorstantzy
“ eeg? “ she calls, stepping into the run down firehouse, hands finding their way into the pockets of her uniform’s skirt. she still smells like fried food from the diner she’d just walked out of, and frankly she looks like a walking train wreck. she has to return the ugly pink monstrosity and her name tag in the morning, but for now, her priority is...whatever the hell egon needed to talk to her about.
this place should be condemned, she thinks, baby blue hues glancing around the decrepit place as she wanders through the entrance. egon, peter, and -- who was that other one? she swears the name started with a ‘d’ -- bought this? willingly? at least it was spacious, and the in tact fire poles were a fun touch. the sight of the old ambulance they’d turned into a work vehicle makes her chuckle, in a morbid way. an ambulance to catch ghosts? little late on the draw there, guys, she thinks, tugging her mess of blonde curls out of their minimum wage approved bun and shaking her head slightly to get them to fall into something that resembled a cuter state of mess.
“ hello? “
@doctorstantzy said: "3, 2, 1 ... " 👀 oop
new year’s kiss meme ( not accepting )
elsa wasn’t quite sure how she and ray had wound up in each other’s general orbit, but the night had been full of meaningful glances and more than a few unnecessarily long touches -- a hand on the shoulder here, knees touching under the table there. maybe elsa could blame the alcohol, but she doesn’t drink. she’s in a completely sober state, actually, unless you could consider what ray’s boyish charm did to her senses drunkenness.
10, 9, 8, 7....
the ball is about to drop on the small tv in the cramped office area when she feels him at her side again.
6, 5, 4...
she turns to face him, and stands on her tiptoes, brow quirked questioningly. he doesn’t move to stop her, so she takes a chance --
3, 2, 1...
-- and kisses him, grabbing onto the front of his shirt for balance.
happy new year, she thinks, mind wandering to the tarot reading she’d done this morning where she’d pulled the lovers card, followed by the fool.
well, that was fast.
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"I failed."
Dean's lying flat on his back, hands still white-hot from the friction that goes with sliding flailing down the fire pole.
"You make it look so easy, Ray." And so hot.
a kiss on the back of the neck.
alice had been cleaning the dishes when ray came behind her. alex was in the other room with his wife, looking through ray's collection of photos from the ghostbusters era of their life. jumping up as she turned around, smiling at him. " you scared the living shit out of me, ray, holy crap - " she laughed, thankfully saving the plate she had in her hand. " i am glad alex didn't come in, he would have made the whole ' oh my god other room ' comment! " alice adjusted the glasses on her face.
" you are awfully sweet today, is this because they're getting into the old photos of us back in the day? " she teased him softly.