#consumption Ghost

[penhive]

Consumption Ghost

Consumption ghost is an economic term and it refers to goods which are sold in a life time due to changing circumstances. An example of consumption ghost is the masks sold during the Covid time and now they have become useless.

[lxvvie]

Simon proposed to you. While drunk.

To be fair, you were a bit merry yourself.

You were in the comfort of your home, enjoying each other's company and the cheap alcohol when you realized Simon was staring at you. Turns out he'd been staring at you for quite a while. He was definitely inebriated, but it was like he was aware just the same. You saw it in his dark eyes. You would have reflected some more if you weren't tipsy.

"...Marry me."

That roused you from your drunken stupor. You think. You guess. Wait a damn minute. You began giggling. Or maybe you always were giggling. Fuck, you didn't know, didn't care to know, but—"Yer drunk, Siiiii." And still, you giggled.

Wasn't gonna deter your soldier, though. He took another swig of his drink, let it settle, eyes never leaving yours, and said, " 'm not drunk. 'm in love, sweetheart," Oh! ...Oh. Oh shit. "Marry me, luv. Make an honest man outta me, yeah?" Simon punctuated his proposal with a loud burp. When did he take his shirt off?

You couldn't be bothered to care. When didn't he have his shirt off around you? And fuck, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he kept staring at you, drunk in love, or maybe—"SURE!"

Smooth. Real fucking smooth. But it was enough.

Simon leaned in to kiss you. At least, he tried to. That's all you remembered until the next morning when you woke up and there he was, comfortably resting on top of you, him in your arms and you in his.

You would've thought last night was a dream if you hadn't seen the drunken text Simon sent the boys later:

im a missus

Yes, you are, Simon. Yes, you are.

And truth be told, you two didn't mind it at all.

[ghostdrinkssoup]

I’m unsure whether I should make my hannibal presentation for uni super aesthetic and pretty and well thought out or totally unserious. maybe if I’m brave enough I can do both

[harveywritings92]

{Soap makes a smoothie but is wary of of how it looked, so he looks around the common room for someone to test it for him, and sees Ghost.]

Soap: Hey, LT! wanna have a taste of this Chocolate smoothie? I got the powder mix from a café in town.

Ghost, looks a the smoothie, he grimaces it looked like vomit: No.

Soap: *Makes chicken noises*

Ghost: Quit it!

(Soap keeps clucking)

Ghost, fed up: Fine! I’ll drink it!

[Ghost winces as he pulls his mask up a bit and brings the smoothie to his mouth and downs it.]

Soap: Well? Is it good?

Ghost, holding his stomach: It taste like...burning.

Soap: Oh shite, did I buy a laxative one?

[Ghost starts sweating looks at the common room’s couch, he sees Vent the cat napping there, Simon starts hallucinating the cat’s fur to peeling off it’s body; turning it into some kind of hell beast! Ghost’s eye twitches as he gets up and runs out of the base. Two hours later R/n arrives with Ghost who is almost completely nude, save for his mask and a blanket tied around his waist.]

R/n, to Price, she’s exhausted from chasing Ghost around: I found him swimming naked in my neighbors duck pond.

Ghost, throws his arms in the air: I AM THE LIZARD KING!~

{Later the 1-4-1 learned the café, Soap got the Smoothie mix from was known for adding "magic mushrooms.” to their Smoothies, but only if the customer’s knew their password for it, Soap must’ve said the password not realizing it was a password and got the “magic” mix, instead of whatever he was originally ordering,]

{What happened later.]    [part 2]

[the-witchhunter]

Question for the DPxDC crowd

what do you guys actually consider liminal? Like, I genuinely don't know anymore

because early on it was pretty much just Jazz having grown up with ectoplasm in the house for years and in her food, which makes sense, and it was an extremely rare thing

then it got expanded to Sam and Tucker

Then members of the Bat crew that got resurrected by a Lazarus pit(and Dick for some reason? He's never canonically died guys...)

Now it seems to be the entirety of Amity Parkers, All the Bat clan, half of Gotham, Half the Justice Leage, the entirety of the League of Assassins

is it just having come into contact with ectoplasm/Lazarus Pits? Prolonged exposure? Because it's starting to feel like everyone is liminal besides the guys in white for some reason

Like you guys have started using Liminal to basically replace the word "Ecto-contaminated" There is a canon word for the thing you guys have started using liminal to describe

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

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A companion fic that was born from my Primal list.

"But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up..."

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!Reader Word Count: 768

He wasn’t emotionless. Far from it, actually. And he wasn’t as stoic as everyone thought he was, either. That's what he told himself.

But when you wear a mask—literally—and hide the deeper parts of yourself, it was easy for people to make assumptions and for the most part, Simon allowed it. Made for some good comedy.

The drawback to that, however, was that even he could get lost in conjecture. “You think too much,” he heard his brother’s words echo, the playful ribbing of siblings (after a fist fight no less), “Too fucking much and that’s all you’ll ever be fucking good for. Thinking.” And his father, with alcohol on his breath and misery coating his entire being, set everything ablaze again. His mother, with tired eyes, tired, thin, and worn hands, and the weight of the world on her shoulders, would do her best to comfort him with words and hugs hollow and meaningless when set against the backdrop of a decaying home.

And maybe that’s what kept him from going too far when he finally snapped and released every single thread of resentment and anger onto his father: thinking.

And perhaps it’s that same thinking that’s always kept him from living in the moment.

But you were too busy with your heads in the clouds to notice it. Good. It gave him more than one opportunity to look you over when you weren’t looking, when you were preoccupied with fantasizing over the Simon in your head and doing fuck all to reconcile him with reality. With Ghost.

But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up.

Simon knows this from experience. He felt that way about relationships (like he’s had some fucking meaningful ones). And sex. Once. But he’s had too many partners, not enough orgasms, and the comfort of his own hand to know that the fantasy of it all dies a terrible, fiery death. And so it was quick encounters and one night stands, enough to sate the itch and chase the high, and then it was back to business as usual. He couldn’t tell you their names or remember their faces if he tried—not like he didn’t.

But you were different. And you weren’t. Somehow. You had a way of seizing without having to do much at all. It intrigued him, honestly. He’d been the recipient of enough secretive glances to pick up the signs but here you were, with your head in the clouds, giving him the most blatant ‘come fuck me’ stare this side of the fucking Channel. Fucking hell. And it’s not like he couldn’t ignore it. Well, he could, but then he’d never hear the fucking end of it from Soap and Simon didn’t really have the energy to punch him. Not this time.

But yeah, back to you.

Simon should be snorting right now. Snorting and ignoring the way you’re staring at him. But instead he’s staring at you. Analyzing your body language. Thinking too fucking much—that old pathetic git can burn in hell—and not living in the moment. And he wonders what his brother would think, toothy grin and all, and maybe that’s why he’s happily settled and enjoying his life beyond belief, the shadow of their father long dispelled.

Fuck.

But maybe it’s not so bad, not thinking as much. Living in the moment. Maybe it’s not so bad, having your eyes on him with your head in the clouds. But maybes could be dangerous; maybes were risks, ones where life and death made all the difference and there were some risks that Simon truly wondered if he could take.

And really, what the fuck happened to him that he’s over here contemplating fucking rather than just doing it. What the fuck? Is it… you? Or maybe he’s become too entrenched in his mask and the shadow of his father’s words has loomed so fucking long that they’ve become integral to his very person.

If it’s the latter then fuck you, Dad.

So sure, he’ll continue to stare in the meantime. And size you up. And maybe reciprocate your interest. And if you cross that bridge and make a move, a nice shag could do you both some good. And then you’ll finally see that the Simon of your fantasies doesn’t quite match Simon—Ghost—in reality. And they will die a terrible, fiery death. And the cycle of meaningless fucks and relationships will continue.

Perhaps that’s a risk he was willing to take. This time. Fuck if he knew.

He’ll deal with the consequences later.

[emilianadarling]

WIP update -- ‘warrior’ ch 10 and epilogue are at 13.5k written, 1.5k outline left to flesh out. Of that 15k, about 10k is beta read.

It’s getting so close, but not quite. Almost there.

I was hoping that ‘warrior’ would be complete by March 1 before new canon aired, but due to RL work pressures it’s going to be a few more days before Chapter 10 and epilogue will be ready for posting. 💖💔 

In the meantime, I’ve blacklisted “the mandalorian” and “mandalorian” on tumblr, and have muted the DinLuke server in an attempt to avoid expectation spoilers. Hoping to get this final installment out as soon as possible so I can relax once again.

Almost there.............................

[politemagic]

oh the watcher announcement.... oh the watcher announcement... baby darlings... why?

[spooduce-spook]

late night low quality doodles i did on a discord call.

[pyrriax]

Ah, so tell me Sugar or Salt for better preservation?

salt! especially when you're working with dry preservation, which is what it's being used for typically. sugar will attract bugs and other things which will eat away at the specimen, along with not drawing out the moisture nearly as well / at all.

but if you're working with things like rabbits feet, which are intended to be dry at the end, you'd think that the process involves just drying them, right? but you'd be wrong! the process (at least that i've followed in the past) involves soaking them twice, once in a soapy water mixture to remove parasites, then in a high concentrate isopropyl alcohol, rinsing thoroughly between steps.

processes vary depending on what you're working on. another example is that for the rooster i'm planning to take the wings from, i'm going to need to both remove his wings, and go through the process of removing the flesh while also keeping the skin in tact around his bones, since i'm going to be effectively stuffing the void with cotton, so that everything lays properly when its all dried. those are actually going to be dried in salt, which is primarily because he was a domestic animal and i know where he'd been.

[firebloodmayhemred]

How tf are yall drawing cute art of the girls from yellowjackets this shit is harrowing

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[hawkeyes-chicklet]

[hmslusitania]

Sometimes you have a good day!

But Sometimes you drop a piece of liquorice into your wine.

[kaijuerotica]

yknow on the surface i consider myself equally a fan of fantasy and sci-fi but then i look at my media habbits and im just like oh. hmm. where's the dang sci-fi

[corvidaedream]

work group chat is currently debating the merits of theoretically drinking the 249-year-old tea we have in a vial inside a glass case.