#THERE THEY AREEEEE

[thalassous]

I'm asking you for my dear guy Boris Drubetskoy with f8 and hewwo (and maybe Sonyer with c7 and catjam)

THESE TWO ARE DEF. MY FAVOURITES

[uhhhsmthrandom]

Gonna give him the most bodacious head ever

[ahfrickenfrick]

tim: jason is gay by association

kon *who knows that jason and roy live together, share a bed, and has literally seen them kiss*: dude, aren’t you supposed to be the worlds greatest detective or somethin?

tim: i told you don’t call me dude while cuddling

kon: you’re the one who doesn’t know that your brother has been in a gay ass relationship

tim: you’re fucking kidding

kon: they live together!

tim: it’s ROY??

kon: jesus, i can’t tell if you’re messing with me

tim *not listening now*: oh my god, no, it makes sense. oh my god i’m so stupid, he’s been the gayest this entire time! nothing about his entire relationship with roy is platonic! oh my god i think i need some sleep

[glitteringdepths]

hey guys

[namchyoon]

A good chef doesn’t throw in the towel so easily. I’m looking forward to seeing you as a full-fledged chef.

PEACEFUL PROPERTY (2024) dir. Dome Jarupat Kannula

[aousboom]

If you really feel guilty, then get out of my life. Because ever since I met you, nothing in my life has gotten better.

JACK & JOKER: U STEAL MY HEART (2024)

[gh0st-patr0l]

Dylan and I were on call and he reminded me this photo exists and I almost threw the fuck up. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM!!!!!!

[fewtrell]

oscar thighs and legs highlights

[julpernulper]

he is posed like my gay cousin

[vampiristar]

Jayce is that guy in the closet who says ‘my partner did this thing’, ‘oh my partner also likes this’ acting like he’s subtle while the whole room is just sitting there like ‘Jayce, we all know who you are.’

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Found my new fav li <333

[choccy-milky]

the 1891 wizard/witch version of a long distance relationship 💌 ((from the newest chap of my fic, which you can read here!))

[raineandsky]

#133

Fourteen years ago, the hero—barely twelve years old and several years from considering being a hero—knocked on their neighbour’s door with their basket in hand and the smile of a kid about to eat their weight in sweets on their face.

The door was barely open before the hero was shouting, “Trick or treat!”

“Oh!” their neighbour exclaimed as she opened the door. “What’re you dressed as, hon?”

The hero pouted dramatically. This was the question they’d been answering all night—how could no one see it? ��I’m [Superhero].”

Their neighbour laughed and produced a bowl of sweets, the wrappers glittering like gold under the porch light. “Of course you are! Well, take your pick, [Superhero].”

The temptation to dig their entire hand into that delicious ocean of chocolate was almost irresistible. The hero swiped the top sweet to push that temptation down, not even looking at what it was before dropping it into their own basket. “Thanks!”

Their neighbour said her goodbyes as the hero hopped back down onto the path, letting themself out the gate and heading for the next house.

A flicker of white moved in the bushes next to the hero. Their gaze snapped to the side, scanning through the leaves for the culprit. Then, like a mist of horror and death, a ghost drifted straight through the bushes towards them.

The hero yelped, shaking several sweets from their basket as they leapt back. It hovered just in front of them, the sheet over its head floating slightly, eye-holes cut in to show the hero their distant gaze.

A real, actual ghost. Fear gripped their throat and glued their feet to the ground. No, think—what would the superhero do?

They cleared their throat, putting on the bravest face they could, and said, “Nice costume.”

The ghost didn’t respond. It simply stared at them with dead, far-off eyes. An actor, the hero decided. It’s not real. Just someone that’s really embodying the spirit of Halloween.

They tried a smile that probably looked more pained than they’d hoped. “Super realistic,” they continued into the quiet. “Did you make it yourself?”

The hero reached out to run a hand over the bottom of the ghost’s sheet, only to find their fingers phased straight through it. They paused for a moment, staring wide-eyed at their hand passing right through this supposedly solid object, before hurriedly pulling it back.

“Whoa,” the hero whispered. “Are… are you, like… dead?”

The ghost said nothing. It only continued to stare at them. The sheet floated around them like the hero hadn’t ever disturbed it.

“Um. Okay.” The hero shuffled nervously, glancing at their destination down the street. “Very cool. See you ‘round, anyway.”

They casually wandered to the next house along. They glanced over their shoulder at the gate and, seeing that the ghost was gone, swiftly abandoned their sweet hunt and ran all the way home.

-

“On Clarence Street?” the hero asks indignantly. “Fourteen years ago? That was you?”

The villain laughs brightly from where the hero has hastily tied them to a desk chair. “And you were the one dressed like [Superhero]? The only kid I couldn’t scare the chocolate out of? Oh, this rivalry was destined.”

The hero can feel their face scrunching up in annoyance. The whole process of seeing a ghost, researching the paranormal, feeling bad that someone was lingering after death, wanting to shape a world people could leave peacefully, taking on heroism in their career. All their life decisions had sprouted from that one moment when they were twelve, and it was the villain’s goddamn fault.

The hero takes a step back to resist the urge to punch them. “How’d you do it?”

“Projector.” The villain looks particularly proud, like they’re explaining how their most recent invention works. “It was one of the first real evil things I planned myself. I think it was the start of my career, that night.”

The hero scowls. “Makes two of us.”

“Be honest,” the villain starts with a grin, “did I getcha?”

The scowl only deepens. The hero doesn’t like the truth, but they’re not a liar. “A bit.”

Another laugh, entirely too proud of the stunt they pulled off over a decade ago. “Happy Halloween, [Superhero].”

[nyaskitten]

CREDIBLE LEAKERS ARE SAYING KRUX AND ACRONIX ARE THE TWO UNNAMED MEMBERS OF THE FORBIDDEN FIVE????

eXCUSE ME ?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

[eddie-redcliffe]

I am adequate.

[aliusfrater]

jared: hopefully—in ten, fifteen years—we won't be reflecting on it because hopefully, we're still an active part of it. jensen: not only was i gonna say the exact same thing, but as you started to talk, i'm like, "he's gonna say it."