Too Many Spirits: from ‘one Shane apart’ to being crowded in by the plastic flamingos
Too Many Spirits Season 1 Episode 1
Too Many Spirits Season 2 Episode 1
Too Many Spirits Season 3 Episode 1
It’s the puppet man’s birthday :D Happy Birthday Shane!
(Via Watcher’s Instagram)
grian 🤝 the professor from puppet history
i dont know what but
the vibes are similar
In the greatest twist of the year, I’ve put out another chapter in under four months! That means it’s time for me to shamelessly self-promote on tumblr because I crave validation.
Check out my fic For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
Special Agent Shane Madej is a gifted profiler with the FBI who is sent to a small town in Colorado after a series of strange deaths. While trying to get into the mind of the killer, he falls into an unlikely friendship with barista-turned-reporter Ryan Bergara.
But as the bodies mount up and pressure builds, it seems the killer is closer than Shane may think.
Chapter Eleven: The unsub strikes again, leaving a chilling message for our favourite profiler. As the town's police force closes ranks, Shane is left with an unthinkable ultimatum.
Meanwhile, Ryan is still enjoying unprecedented access to the coffee facilities.
“Chamomile tea latte. Whole flower Roman Chamomile tea steeped for eleven minutes at 212 degrees Fahrenheit. Milk heated with cardamom pods, vanilla bean and cinnamon then frothed in a French press. Mix them together with organic honey and boom! Guaranteed sleepiness in under twenty minutes or your money back.”
“That’s a bold claim there, bud,” Shane scoffs but takes a sip anyway, closing his eyes to savour the taste as he sinks to the ground to rest his back against the sofa which Ryan sprawled across. “So is Dark Fluid still letting you have free rein?”
“They are after I gave them a plug in an article I got commissioned to write,” Ryan answers. “A foodies’ guide to eating around a serial killer’s stomping ground – dark tourism is…heh, it’s messed up.”
“Just wait until the podcasters arrive in town,” Shane says, taking another sip. “Whole new level of hell.”
SO ANYWAY HOW WE FUCKING FEELING MY DUDES