Things That Are Better Than Sex:

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

[ Which type of nameless ghoul are you ? ] 🌀

feat. my beloved sillies 👹 you'll have to click on the video to be able to stop it / or screenshot

I know this format/trend isn't for a platform like Tumblr, but still wanted to post it here

I want the world to watch and stare at my silly ghouls concepts

I also posted it on my Instagram page with the sound, but honestly it doesn't change anything (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

do guys even like small tits

YEAH!! :D

To all new Ghost fans

Because I feel like a dad.

It's perfectly fine if you got into Ghost because of TikTok.

It's perfectly fine if your favorite song is Mary on a Cross.

It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Ghouls apart.

It's perfectly fine if you can't tell Papas apart.

It's perfectly fine if you're a bit lost and confused about the lore. We all are.

It's perfectly fine not to know everyone's identities.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to know everyone's identities.

It's perfectly fine if you can't get/afford any merch.

It's perfectly fine if you can't afford to go to a ritual.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to go to a ritual.

It's perfectly fine to interact with other Ghesties. Don't be scared of us. The majority of us are chill.

It's perfectly fine to ask for song recommendations.

It's perfectly fine to have your own theories and headcanons, as weird and unhinged as they might be. It's Ghost. They do weird shit, too.

It's perfectly fine to discover new artists through Ghost.

It's perfectly fine to be confused about things. Everyone is.

Ghost is supposed to be fun. So have fun, damn it.

- Jez

Eventually Together // Vander x Reader

Request:    Ooooo, Benzo tells Vander “If you don’t make a move on Reader, I will.” Vander can’t tell if he is bluffing or not lol. + I love the idea of the kids picking on Vander cuz he has a crush on reader. Maybe even does the “Why are you acting weird?” While reader is at the bar. “Oooooooo Vander likes her.” Ugh so cute.

Requested by: ​Anon, and Anon

Summary: One slowburn fic, mostly detailing the actions of Vander’s family upon discovering he has fallen for you. 

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Words: 10.4K

Notes:  This is the longest thing I have ever written. It’s somewhat a slowburn. Enjoy. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Not my gif 

Like most days during the week, business at The Last Drop had been somewhat slow – steady but slow. It had been enough to bring in profit to pay the bills and clear the ledgers, but it hadn’t been enough to keep Vander’s mind occupied. His mind kept wandering away from the tasks had been provided with by his patrons, and to you. A mysterious new face that had started appearing more and more frequently amongst the faces of more regular patrons, not that he would complain about that. You were a nice sight – especially when he was having a rough evening. In some ways, you calmed him – your mere sight alone just made him… Relax. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the effect, or the warmth that spread through his chest when you came up to order drinks, the smile that started to occupy his face more and more as your number of interactions increased. You had been coming for something near three weeks now, almost every other day. Vander knew that your primary reason for visiting the establishment was for drinks, business or both, like everybody else, but part of him wanted to believe that it was for him, too, for his brief amount of company. Though the rational side of him tried to dismiss this – there was little point in trying to give hope to someone like him, when there was none. There was no need to disturb the status quo, or to change things from the way they were. Though, Vander supposed, in some senses, he was lonely. Of course he had his four children, and they could indeed keep him company through long and restless nights, by distracting one another by talk of imaginary chases or dreams – but as much as Vander adored spending time with his children, there were other areas of his life that had sat long neglected, almost forgotten. Parts that, he vaguely hoped, you would be able to help him tend to – if he were able to strike up any kind of conversation with you.

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He did bite. I saw him. It hurt. @ask-roachsanderson can you help catch him pls, we could show the shadow videos of ghost and soap making out, I think that would help.

…

It is very awkward to run into you here.

Hello.

😐

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Don’t tell on me.

-Vent Shadow

I don’t know why I made this. The idea appeared in my brain and I think I must have blacked out because about 2 hours later this was sitting on my desk

Would you step on him for $1000 ?

can't stop thinking of domestic ghost learning how to crochet after he sees you practicing, large scarred, battle worn hands working away with a crochet hook and wool; not missing the way your eyes go fond as he joins you on the couch to crochet by your side. trying to suppress your giggle at the soft sounds of his frustrated grunts when he tries (and fails) to tie the slip knot for the 5th time in a row before he turns to you with a blank expression, arms extended in your direction.

what starts as slowly mastering little granny squares quickly evolves into working on whole projects; clothes, hats, face masks, stuffed animals. your house slowly fills up with both yours and his creations. although it's something you mostly do together, it wouldn't be uncommon for you to come downstairs as the sun rises only to find Simon hunched over a ball of wool, clearly awoken from a night of terrors and craving comfort from the repetition that crocheting provides.

he'd inevitably have to leave for deployment, but not without laying out a new cardigan he'd made just for you (a way he can keep you warm despite the thousands of miles that might separate you) or a little crocheted plush of himself, fitted with its very own little mask; even giving you the option of dressing it in either combat gear or his go to black hoodie and jeans. it leaves you teary every time, clutching his new creation to your chest and nuzzling the soft wool into your cheek, always knowing that his hands were made for more than just war and death.

and if the day comes you finally bring a child into the world, you better believe he's making them an entire wardrobe that matches the clothes he's already made for the two of you; holding the completed tiny garments up whilst you try your absolute hardest to not burst into tears at how small they look, knowing they're so lucky to have a dad who's going to love them so, so much.

But the energy drinks call for me…

It’s 12am and I have a lot of assignments due do you think I should go buy energy drinks? But it’s dark out :’)

Chew gum and drink cold water! Don't go out in the dark