#dreaming of queue

[enxoi]

[shit-enmu-says]

Well, well, well, if it isn’t sleepy bitch disease claiming another victim!

[jynappreciationsquad]

“You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission.”

[unobtainabledreams]

@mcsaiccfmuses asked: ‘ i found god in a catalytic converter in topeka on a monday night. ’ (From Modern!AU Gendry)

It took Lily a solid thirty seconds to try and wrap her head around what the hell Gendry had just said to her. Even after thirty seconds, she didn’t get it. There was only one explanation — he was drunk. Very drunk. “What the fuck are you talking about?” she asked through her laughter, staring at him like he was crazy.

[leaiorganas]

Diego Luna

[heesgf]

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[madomadotsuki]

@vengeancelost cont. { ❦ }

Lewis squinted down at her, unsure of what to make of her statement. Was it a threat? Surely not. However, chances were that the malicious spirit was trespassing upon her ‘haunting’ (not much of a problem, factoring how the ghost cared about little in his current state).

The Dead Beats, curling around his legs and arms, stared at her with open curiosity. Despite being a spirit, he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting with any fellow ghosts. Not that it bothered him, ridding this world of Arthur was a better goal than seeking out his own kind (making friends was irrelevant). Even with his lack of memories, well, he’s had enough experience with handling ghosts and dealing with their problems- It was simply no longer his concern, much more important subjects occupying his thoughts.

It would only prove the ugly truth he’s been trying to ignore

“Merely here to ask a few questions.”

[⌘]-- Even in her fake fabricated adult form, this other ghost still towered over her quite a tad. It’s fine though. It makes her feel... safer, less vulnerable. It made her feel grounded.

       “But, alas, you likely came here because it is haunted.” Why else would an old, long abandoned school interest anyone, otherwise? The only reason few people have shown up through the years was due to the haunted reputation. Curious kids trying to get ghosts on camera. Fool teenagers bringing ouija boards to use in there. You name it. The first few times she held no interest in these occurrences, but as years passed, attempting to show herself to ‘visitors’ only resulted in them immediately regretting coming over and instantly bolting away. Disappointing but not surprising.

       An aboherence that HE was never one to show up, much to her bitterness. But she’ll keep waiting. Revenge is a dish better served cold.

       Madotsuki turned away from the purple ghost and moved over to a dusty music stand, softly running her fingers over the paper sheet to reveal some lyric notes under the thick layer of dust. Meanwhile her very own DeadBeat showed itself to look at the visitor-- it was far more pastel colored and had two appendages resembling animal ears.

       “.. Ah. Ask away. I’m listening.” She responds rather quietly, but with no catch.        Truth be told, she missed having any sort of conversation, not that she’d admit it.