I get a kick out of the idea of a preservationist ghost.  Sigh... if only ghosts had more influence in convincing people not to ruin beautiful old houses.

This is fake AF. And it’s a bummer people are encouraging dumb fanfic here because the preceding stories have been pretty great. This is about how great your vintage collection is, how you’re so petite no one wears your size, how amazing you looked and how you became an instant celebrity and then solved a crime and…

It’s horrible for those of us who have it. Gah!

Severely not digging the tryptophobia eyes on that piece of artwork.