we could really bust some heads!

before and after?

🙶 drop everything, venkman. we got one.

🙶 all the BEAUTY and HORROR and VASTNESS.

                                   - j i m  m o r r i s o n

🙶 drop everything, venkman. we got one.

for shell.

and me lbr here.

more to come.

       sweet talk, everything you say - it sounds like sweet talk to my ears. you could yell “piss off! won’t you stay away?” it’ll still be sweet talk to my ears

who ya gonna call?

                 not me, don’t look at me.

the photographs are kept in a cigar box that ray keeps under his bed. he takes pictures all the time of his friends, his found family. he doesn’t display them because they are candid, intimate moments between them. he treasures them all, but these… these are special. his first real friend. his best friend. on the back of the first polaroid, there are only two words scrawled with care:

                                                                 best friends.

“ sorry, venkman. i’m terrified beyond the capacity for 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓. ”