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ghost [they/he, 20s] white butch lesbian ao3: littleghost
currently: 9-1-1, one piece, trigun, movies, and music. some cross between a fandom blog and an aesthetic blog. fic writer, sometimes a fanbinder (working at a snail's pace on all of my projects), occasionally a graphics/gifmaker.
HOUSE M.D. S03E11 ✣ 'Words and Deeds'
Buck & Bobby in S8b 9-1-1, S08
were I to create an original piece of media I would create bait so queer in order to create a fanfic environment I like. I find you guys do your best work under duress.
I’d say “jeez can two people not be friends anymore?” and then I’d give one of them amnesia in which they only recognize the other above anyone else
THE PITT 1.13
Warm winter tones
The fact that we've saved as many people as we have is a fucking miracle. But you didn't save Leah. No. No, I didn't. And I don't know how many people I've helped today, but I can tell you every other person who has died.
THE PITT 1.13 • 7:00 P.M.
Guys my nativity scene looks a little weird
some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:
Point Defiance Steps
Mates
Rising Tides
Vashon Steps
you got a fast car i want a ticket to anywhere maybe we make a deal maybe together we can get somewhere any place is better starting from zero got nothing to lose maybe we'll make something me myself i got nothing to prove you got a fast car i got a plan to get us outta here i been working at the convenience store managed to save just a little bit of money won't have to drive too far just 'cross the border and into the city you & i can both get job & finally see what it means to be living see my old man's got a problem he live with the bottle that's the way it is he says his body's too old for working his body's too young to look like his my mama went off & left him she wanted more from life than he could give i said somebody's got to take care of him so i quit school & that's what i did you got a fast car is it fast enough so we can fly away? we gotta make a decision leave tonight or live & die this way so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that i belonged i i had a feeling i could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car we go cruising, entertain ourselves you still ain't got a job & i work in the market as a checkout girl i know things will get better you'll find work and i'll get promoted we'll move out of the shelter buy a bigger house & live in the suburbs so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that i belonged i i had a feeling i could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car i got a job that pays all our bills you stay out drinking late at the bar see more of your friends than you do of your kids i'd always hoped for better thought maybe together you & me'd find it i got no plans, i ain't going nowhere take your fast car & keep on driving so i remember when we were driving, driving in your car speed so fast it felt like i was drunk city lights lay out before us & your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder & i i had a feeling that I belonged i i had a feeling I could be someone be someone be someone you got a fast car is it fast enough so you can fly away? you gotta make a decision leave tonight or live and die this way
The birth of a tornado in Dimmit, Texas. By Harald Richter Nssl
Newsworthy: a collection of weird headlines and book titles.
not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping
