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❝you thought i must’ve broken in,                      but there’s no CRIME in coming in —                                                             THEY HAND ME THE KEY. ❞ 

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GHOSTBUSTERS - WHADDYA WANT ?  /  ACCEPTING /  @spiritrun & @ghostrow !

MORNING TEXT: ( txt - sent! ) penny!: goooood morning, listeners! the temperature is approxiamtely 51 degrees, including windchill and percipitation chance.( txt - sent! ) penny!: i am glad to report that traffic has been kept to a minimum - ( txt - sent! ) penny!: except i’m lying because it’s new york and we ALWAYS HAVE TRAFFIC ( txt - sent! ) penny!: jillain holtzmann: the talk show, will be back after this word from our sponsor( txt - sent! ) penny!: do you think i can get the ghostbusters to sponsor me?

LATE NIGHT TEXT: ( txt - sent! ) penny!: i’m not kiddin around, pen, i can come and get ghost barbie if you want !( txt - sent! ) penny!: the girls are asleep, i can slip out,  and volia!! no more screaming ( txt - sent! ) penny!: you need sleep in order to grow healthy and strong, which means that as an older sibling figure, i have to intervene

RANDOM TEXT: ( txt - sent! ) penny!: in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps toniiiiiiiight ( txt - sent! ) penny!: (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)( txt - sent! ) penny!: near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps toniiiiiight ( txt - sent! ) penny!:  (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weEEEMA WEEEEH)

ACCIDENTAL TEXT: ( txt - sent! ) penny!:  why are we talking about ghost sex? ( txt - sent! ) penny!: sorry, pen, that was for the group chat. 

UNSENT TEXT: ( txt - unsent! ) penny!:  i really wish you didn’t have to live alone, penny. ( txt - unsent! ) penny!:  you could come stay at the hook and ladder! i’ll close off half my lab to make you a room. ( txt - unsent! ) penny!:  it’ll be perfect, we won’t be alone!( txt - sent! ) penny!:  420 BLAZE IT

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“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.” - hardwarenut this was Too Perfect to pass up oMG

horror prompts.   //   accepting.

❝  i’m not.  ❞      words are defensive in the way that makes it all - too clear that she’s LYING  —–  but aspen’s not really ready to admit it to herself yet,  let alone to jillian.  fear pricks her heart at the very thought of being in LOVE.  the truth is,  last time pen felt anything like this it was towards her best friend  —  y’know,  the one who had been murdered before aspen even had the chance to tell her how she felt,  and even though that isn’t exactly an issue with HEATHER,  there’s problems nonetheless.  namely,  that heather is fucking dead.  and probably doesn’t even like girls,  for that matter!  so aspen’s made the executive decision to ignore any gross loving feelings that may pop up when heather’s around,  and holtz pointing it out is really not helping with that.      ❝  dude,  she’s like  —–  she’s practically straight out a horror flick with how often she screams & breaks all my shit —–  ❞        though that has been happening less lately,  a fact which aspen is endlessly thankful for  ;  having to replace all the glass in her apartment once a week had been getting really old and really expensive.     ❝  –—  and she’s,  like,  barbie,  except mean and dead.  y’know,  popular and—–   and bitchy and all that.  WHY would i be in love with her?  doesn’t make sense,  jilly.  ❞       and yeah,  maybe aspen’s trying to convince herself there,  too,  but whatever.  she CAN’T be in love with a ghost.  it’s not happening.

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

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                                       i’m not an   urban legend   or a fairytale                                                  ( didn’t fall from heaven, i crawled up from hell )

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redscrnchie.

          ❝   can i be upset ?  oh,  excuse me,  but i’m DEAD.   ❞   voice cracks,  scream deteriorating into a cough and a strained whisper.  the wailing ghost,  in an obviously rare moment of rooted distress,  collapses to the floor.  on her knees despite being a sinner,  heather chandler attempts to cover up what may be an angry tear or two with a large breath and narrowed eyes.  faded blue glares in aspen’s direction,  and she shoves her palm right through a shard of glass.  after a long time thinking  -  anything can seem symbolic.  it helped to have an audience to fall apart in front of,  she hadn’t felt heard in years.   ❝   -  jesus fuck,  jesus fucking christ !   aspen  -  do you know how to kill a ghost ?   ❞

❝  if i knew how to kill a ghost,  you really think i wouldn’t have TRIED that already?  ❞      killing ghosts,  god,  aspen never thought she’d have this problem.  normally,  there may be some shred of SYMPATHY offered to the crying dead girl on her floor,  but that floor is still strewn with glass,  and the dead girl is probably just being OVERDRAMATIC  —  popular girls always seem to be.       ❝  you’re allowed to be upset,  fucking sure,  but you’re NOT allowed to wreck my apartment!  not unless you’re paying to replace every glass and mirror and lightbulb in this shit - hole.  ❞       the ghost is fixed with a glare,  because last aspen checked,  ghosts don’t have money,  so the answer to that is pretty definitely a NO.

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darkartsed.

° ･ ☾ * ° ’ @spiritrun→ CALL.

         sorting hastily through different bottles on a cluttered shelf, odessa almost doesn’t notice the strange gurgling emitting from the cage in the corner of their hut. when the noise does draw their attention, they crack a toothy grin, rolling ghostly eyes at themselves before fluttering their fingers in the girl’s direction. ❛ oh, don’t mind him. he’s on, um, time out. ❜ he is an eight foot tall wendigo with blood dripping from it’s maw - no prises for whoever guesses why it’s in ‘ trouble ’.  ❛ as i understand, you’re looking for something to keep the ghosties at bay, yes? ❜

aspen’s hands are trembling.  she’s shoved them in her jacket pockets,  jaw clenched to try not to show FEAR,  but she’s pretty sure this was a bad plan and she can’t stop staring at the —–  creature in ‘ time out ’,  as if looking away for half a second would make it surge forward and EAT HER.  normally,  she’d dismiss that as an exaggeration,  but now?  it seems all too PLAUSIBLE.  maybe the ghosts weren’t that bad,  maybe she should just leave.  the witch’s words take a moment to catch up to her,  with how focused she is on not being eaten  ;  she finally turns her attention away from the corner,  nodding hastily.      ❝  uh —–  yeah,  yeah,  um.  yep.  what is THAT?  ❞       hand is finally removed from her pocket,  slightly shaking finger pointed to the thing in the cage,  then shoved back into her pocket once again.  curiosity and TERROR are an odd combination.

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thanatophobia

(noun) Thantophobia

is defined as the fear of losing someone you love. With ancient Greek roots, the word “thanato” is directly defined as death. If one has thanatophobia, they fear the death of a loved or the metaphorical end of a relationship or friend with someone they hold extremely dear.  (viawelkerose)

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hardwarenut.

       ❝  so pen  - can i call you pen ?  you wa-nna be a ghostbuster ?  ❞    smile lights up her face,  and holtzmann  speaks in a tone that is much louder  ( a bit nasally with excitment, even ) than usual.  her hands squirm in excitment,  and she grabs her side-arm,  which will still stay attached to her proton pack despite being held by another.  ❝  first you gotta pass a’ couple tests  -  but don’t worry,  ya got the best mentor in the country !  take this itty-bitty gun while i grab a target !  ❞

the nickname is an INSTANT COMFORT  —  she hasn’t been called pen since she was a KID,  and though hesitance is still undeniably there she feels far more willing to TRUST holtz now.  it’s odd,  maybe,  that a simple name can cause such a difference,  but it does.  she’s caught up in these thoughts for a moment,  and then the words catch up to her,  and  —  well.  she DOES NOT want to be a ghostbuster.  holy shit,  that is like,  number one on the list of things she DOESN’T want to do.  clumsy hands fumble a bit with the small gun,  narrowly avoiding dropping it  ( would it explode or something if that happened,  holy shit,  why is anyone trusting aspen with firearms ).       ❝  oh,  uh,  i  —–  i don’t really wanna be a GHOSTBUSTER,  shit,  um.  i mean,  anything you wanna teach me i’d appreciate,  i don’t want to be,  like,  ungrateful or shit,  but i just kinda want to get rid of my own ghosts,  you feel?  i don’t think i’m really cut out to be a for - real legit ghostbuster type,  HONEST.  ❞

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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hELLO college is p chill so far + i have a teensy bit of free time so i am ACTUALLY DOING REPLIES for once in my life

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redscrnchie.

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         the short explanation for why she’s here is that veronica has grown too tough to haunt.  not because heather’s appearences didn’t have an impact on her enemy,  but because seeing the bluebird flourish with all her old friends in her old home was more unpleasent than the way her lips had become permanently tinted blue from the drain cleaner.  instead,  the spirit directs her attention to aspen,  someone she can still get a reaction out of.  fueled by pure anger,  chandler clenches her fist,  causing every object made of glass around the other girl to shatter.  along with a ghastly scream,  the ghost stays in place,  hovering up by the ceiling.  she’s not in a good mood.   

aspen has been trying very hard to IGNORE the spirit following her.  at least whatever fuckin’ ghost infestation had taken over her apartment for a while seems to have calmed a bit,  but this one is enough of a handful that the situation might be even worse.  part of aspen  ( most of her,  really )  wants to CRY at the ghost’s outburst  —  but she’s dealt with BULLIES before.  doesn’t want to give the ghost the satisfaction.  ( ghost bullies and human bullies probably work the same,  right? )  slightly terrified gaze moves up to heather,  fists curling tight,  nails biting into palms.  stay calm.  she can probably smell fear.      ❝  can you CHILL?  ❞

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lil’ PSA  ( since a lot of people follow me here who don’t follow my other blog )  —  i’m moving into college on sunday!!!  and i’m leaving tomorrow night,  which means i won’t be on here pretty much at all for the whole weekend,  and probably a lot of next week too as i get used to the new city / college stuff.  ( i’m moving to nyc,  so if any of y’all live around there hmu!! )  i’ll be back as soon as i can,  but for now if i am on tumblr i’ll probably be on @andbravery!!  <33

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oh man also for aspen + holtz if u wanna,,,,,

420 BLAZE IT.  /  ACCEPTING /  @andbravery​ / @spiritrun

who brought hotdogs over for the express purpose of blowing them up in the microwave: SIGHS,,,,,, holtzmann but i know that aspen likes science so holtz just ‘trust me this is the best kind of science there IS’ 

who finds the other having coffee in their kitchen at 6am: GOD poor aspen, who probably has trouble sleeping with the ghosts anyway, comes downstairs to see holtzmann ATTEMPTING to make coffee ( she was catching a ghost but got thirsty ) 

who starts the neko atsume discourse: HOLTZMANN ‘my cats are better than your cats’ she probably bugs aspen to play and then when she does it’s ‘you cant do that i have to be the best’ 

who texts the other ‘420 blaze it’ at 4:20am: gOD aspen learns to expect it so she’s just waiting it’s 4:19 and ‘don’t you dare’ 

who sees the cat and gets really excited and then just looks at the bro and says ‘oh you’re here too’: sIGHS holtzmann is the worst she would marry her cats if she could. aspen probably can’t even FIND HER in the cats she has to search 

who gets the most grossed out when someone thinks they’re dating: im gonna say BOTH just bc aspen is like ??? six years younger than holtzy she’s like the odd cousin that just hangs around 

who tries to throw surprise party for the other only to not be able to get into their apartment and has to climb in through the window: GOD HOLTZMANN like aspen thinks a ghost is knocking shit and gets a lil freaked out but then holtz, running in with a cake, ‘BOO’ 

who constantly quotes bro memes at the other: MCFRICK it’s aspen and holtz just ‘dON’T EVEN START’ it’s revenge for the constant 4:20 blaze it texts 

who challenges the other to a dance off and loses: IM MAD BC holtzmann would definitely challenge aspen and get so tired from working that hard and just. give up. aspen wins

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stylescened.

            knowing she hasn’t initially done wrong is a bit of a relief,  and daisy looks up from the soda sloshing around in her cup.  the paranoia claims her name is a nuclear launch code  -  one whisper,  and the world around her self destructs.  ❝  m’ name is daisy,  sorry about yer’ friend n’ all.  ❞  a small,  almost weary smile is offered with her introduction,  and the redhead fiddles with her bracelets in discomfort.  not because of her acquaintence,  aspen was actually rather relaxing,  but the lively atmosphere around her.  ❝   m’ cousin was the one who suggested i come,  but i dunno what she was thinkin’,  if i’m bein’ one-hundred percent honest.  ❞  

it seems like every conversation in a place as alive as this should be just as energetic as the atmosphere,  but clearly that isn’t the case.  aspen’s no good at awkward conversations,  if she’s being honest  —  but one glance back at the dance floor tells her she’d much rather be here and talking to daisy than back out there,  so she powers through.       ❝  your cousin and my friend sound like they’d get along,  ❞      she jokes,  voice deadpan but a smile on her face.      ❝  's nice to meet you,  though  —  even if it is at a party neither of us wanna be at.  ❞