#intercoms

[zegalba]

Enya Umanzor’s custom Blythe Doll

[dadvans]

imagining s8 opening and the jump ahead is another hand-wavey several months, and everything is different in a mostly bad way. none of the conflicts s7 ended in have been resolved, and maybe several of them are worse. the entire thing is a shift with the 118, a return to the calls we've missed, only under abysmal leadership. it's a long day. everyone is struggling. there are a few questions we have about certain developments in s7 left as the episode is ending, namely, well-- the episode ends on buck leaving the station, parking in a driveway, taking the stairs up an unknown patio and opening the front door. boxes everywhere. around the corner, tommy pokes his head out from the kitchen.

"hey you," he says. "welcome home."

buck puts his keys in the bowl next to the door and when he looks back up at tommy, he's smiling so wide, the day fading off him. it's the first time he's smiled all episode. credits roll.

[ghouljams]

I need more ghost ghost

Like their dynamic and how it evolves. Do they eventually reach an understand does ghost ever move on and let go😭 does he get jealous if she has friends over

Please I'm feral for the spooky idea even crumbs would satisfy me

Any day now, he'll get bored.

You keep telling yourself that, but it hasn't happened yet. Your ghost just seems to be settling in to his roll as household haunting. If anything you're getting too used to him. You're used to the cold watched feeling when you lay in bed at night. You're used to the handprints in fogged glass after your shower. You're used to putting things down and having them disappear. Hell you're even used to the rasping whispers that sometimes fill the air when you're not listening.

You're really not that interesting. If you were a ghost you would've moved on by now. You certainly wouldn't be haunting some barely liveable house or bothering the only person stupid enough to try restoring it.

You set a mug of tea on your ghost's little corner altar and drag a chair to sit down in front of it. He likes black tea, English breakfast or Earl Grey, splash of milk and a dash of sugar. You know the order well enough by now, all the ingredients he'd previously tipped over to make a mess of your kitchen. "I'm thinking of tackling the bathroom today, got the tile in so-" you reach down to tug a square of green tile out of the bag at your feet, "-I gotta start ripping up the old stuff." The tea on Ghost's altar bubbles in annoyance. "Don't get fussy you helped pick the new tile, remember?"

A single bubble pops on the tea's surface. A dismissive yes. Good enough for you.

"Be a lot easier if you didn't go scaring off the contractors," you grumble. The air is still for a long moment as you sip your morning tea. You feel a little silly staring at a mug of tea and waiting for it to talk to you. One bubble for yes, two for no, not a perfect system but working well enough so far.

You reach to tap the rim of the mug, see if the metaphorical mic is still on, and notice its been drained. Then all the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, the air around you dropping degrees by the breath.

"Can't trust them," his voice, so low and rumbling, fills the space beside your ear. Your stomach drops, and you have to stop yourself from reaching back to brush the sensation away. Fuck he's gotten chatty recently.

"You just don't like them," you keep your eyes on his altar, "you just gotta get to know them, I mean, you didn't like me when I first moved in!"

"Still," there's a long breath, a rasping wheeze that sounds painful, sometimes you wonder if it has to do with how your ghost died, "don't."

You gasp, standing from your chair and feeling whatever ghostly hold was talking to you dissipate. "See if I make you any more tea," you tell him. You will, obviously, but you try to make the threat sound sincere. He doesn't need to know that you don't mean it. After all what's a dead man going to do to you?

[croucify]

these are the only mfs keeping me sane

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I confronted my middle school friend who I hadn’t seen in years at the emergency intercom Heaven exhibition after not seeing her in years. I her why she was such a bitch to me and she said, ‘I just didn’t care about you as a person,’ and that gave me such extreme peace, I was like, well ok. 

[gr33rdraws]

coming out as a drewther

[spreadthedrewth]

I didn’t get any merch im so annoyed..

[sierraeslaprincesa]

[florwal]

enya bedroom (cc)

inspired by enya umanzor’s bedroom 💛

BUILD INFO:

found in 'rooms' category 

§30,770

cc included - ty to all the creators!

682 mb file size

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[milder-manners]

A false calm was sweeping over the city. Everyone knew it wouldn't last, but they try to enjoy it as much as they can.

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[justherefor000]

Finally did the main Tv Show Teachers! Hope you like them😩

(Reblogs if you like)

Oh and bonus: Brendon

[wannabegirlbloggr]

the scissor sisters

[lochnesss]

The drewth is spreading to the Sims 4...

A recreation of my old edit

[cherriessndwine]

[javierpenasredshirt]

this emergency intercom slushy noobz out of character italian bach josiah puthymangotea mike’s mic sinjin drowning music flooding brain rot better continueeeeee…..

[gifsonfilm]

ENYA UMANZOR ━━━ ❛ moreofmealways ❜