𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀

as a ghostbuster, you do a lot of crazy shit on the daily. although, this definitely wasn’t one of them.

trevor’s voice calls from inside the signature ghostbusters car where his face is buried, his yell echoing around the firehouse.

“hey can you pass me the uh… the whatchamacallit?” he gestures vaguely, before clicking his fingers. “the screwdriver!”