#ghostsandgin

[spectersandscotch-blog]

“it’s my job to protect you.”

@ghostsandgin​ | 🍸

“—and it’s my job to be protected, of course.” frank is still catching his breath as she pulls him to his feet. their arms link together, just a hair tighter than the usual. perhaps this time was cutting it close. “however, i believe we do share that mantle quite often. switches, if you must.” he looks to her and uses a thumb to wipe the bleeding cut on her forehead. “thank you, love. you do have a habit of saving the day.”

[happymediium]

ghostsandgin replied to your photoset: AYYYY it’s not munday but heck you it’s my...

UM? WHAT A LOOK??? THANK YOU FOR BLESSING W/ ME THIS TODAY

it’s the tiny hands isn’t it they really set it off (agofkogOFODKFODKOFD BLESS UR HEART THANK YOU)

desxderium replied to your photoset: AYYYY it’s not munday but heck you it’s my...

you are so pretty! ;3; I ADORE your hair

AAAA THANK YOU ;W; i think i’m gonna add pink next time it fades and needs a touch up B)

[spectersandscotch-blog]

❝ Yes, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞

@ghostsandgin | 🍸

“of course, my love… i do have a question, though. you’ve only two hands. how will you hold three glasses? not that i’m doubting your skill, i’m just curious as to how you’ll pull off this particular feat.” 

[rigamortician]

Kenopsia

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

The wind knocked against the glass doors of the train station, which remained unlocked, although the stores within were long closed. The artist and the medium stumbled in for the last train of the night. 

As they walked, their feet echoed on the hard surfaces that surrounded them. Scuff marks not yet cleaned were oddly still and hyper-realistic compared to the pseudo-darkness that surrounded them. Again, the Manhattan wind threw debris onto the floor-to-ceiling windows and--for a moment, just a moment--it sounded like there was another set of footsteps after Grian and Sadie’s.

“Well, it does seem quite empty,” she drawled. Grian decided not to bite, and merely led her along, down the stairs, where the faint rumble of a train could almost be heard. 

It was as if the hard floors, hard walls, and stone pillars of the station wanted to make up for its lack of appeal in the wee hours of the night by playing along with Grian and Sadie. Their footsteps echoed until an army of ghosts in heels and sneakers danced along behind them. Every word, every breath, echoed with the ghosts.

A train screamed by, not bothering to stop in the station.Not a discarded newspaper, nor a single grain of dirt dared to rise in the wake of the train.

If Grian paled more, he would be Death itself. 

“Oh, so it’s that time of night, darling. I really should return home.” She giggled, “ghost trains! How could a train have a ghost?”

And a thousand ghost-Sadies giggled in return. 

[slayyings]

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random detailed headcanons | accepting

the first five names on their contacts list?

MOM. (buffy absolutely loves her mother, despite everything, and is the first person she calls in an emergency. or anything, really.)

GILES. (her mentor and her friend. giles is one of the people she’s learned to trust completely. her alternative to 911)

WILLOW. (she’s her best friend, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for willow.)

LIV. (she gets so worried about liv because liv is liv.)

THE DOYLES. (even though she knows she wont get an answer)