#happy halloween🎃🎃

[eurydicees]

trick pls!! surprise me with whatever you want!! :)))

iwaoi / a glimpse of what you weren’t there for 

2016: views from an old, familiar place 

Oikawa is coming back to Japan. Just for a week, while the Argentinian Serie A1 league is on a brief break between seasons. Iwaizumi has been looking forward to this trip for months. For years. For a lifetime. He’s always waiting for Oikawa’s homecoming. It never comes soon enough and it never lasts long enough. 

Oikawa has posted a photo of him on his Instagram story, just of him in the Tokyo airport. In the photo, he’s waiting at baggage claim. There’s no caption, nothing to say where he is. But Iwaizumi knows; he recognizes the spot Oikawa is sitting in, the ads on the board by the baggage drop, the first of two bags that Oikawa has already collected. 

Iwaizumi likes the post from where he waits in his car in the pick up/drop off area of the airport, and he waits. Oikawa will be there soon. Soon. Soon. 

2017: views from the sky 

In the post, the sky is a gorgeous light silver mist, and the sea below is a brilliant deep blue, and the wing of the plane is a dusted gray, and the window of the plane frames the photo in a neat oval. It’s a beautiful photo. Oikawa has always cared so much about his Instagram presence, about what he looks like in the photos he posts. He’s not in this one, but Iwaizumi can almost hear his voice complaining about the barest hint of his reflection in the glass of the window. 

In the next photo on the post, Oikawa is off of the plane, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom in an airport somewhere in Argentina. He holds up two fingers in a peace sign. The phone is covering his face, but Iwaizumi remembers his smile so well. Had it only been a day ago that they had been together for real? It feels like a lifetime past. 

Iwaizumi stares at the photo for a long time. He’s not there. He’s not in Argentina. He’s not going to be in Argentina any time soon. It’s been a year since they’ve seen each other, and they don’t have another reunion planned for any time soon. 

Somehow, he manages to swallow his longing, likes the post, and keeps scrolling. 

(interlude: views from facetime) 

Oikawa is staring at him carefully over the video call, studying him. Iwaizumi has always been an open book under his eyes. 

“If I say I miss you,” Oikawa says tentatively, “would you say it back?” 

Iwaizumi stares at him, disbelieving. How could he not? How could he have ever, in any world, not missed his best friend when he went halfway across the globe? How could he have not missed Tooru Oikawa? 

You made me, he wants to say. I missed you as if you were a part of me. As if I had lost myself. 

He wants to say, You unraveled me when you left and missing you is the worst understatement you could make. 

He says, instead, “I missed you. I miss you. I’m always missing you.” 

“Oh,” Oikawa breathes out. “You really loved me, didn’t you?” 

Iwaizumi shrugs, stiff and uncomfortable. Oikawa is still staring at him, he can feel it, but he refuses to look back. “Yeah. I do.” 

He doesn’t realize he’s used the present tense until Oikawa makes a hitched, breathless noise in the back of his throat, as if he’s about to let out a sob. 

“Iwa,” Oikawa murmurs. “Look at me.” 

Iwaizumi stubbornly keeps staring at the spot on the wall just above his webcam. He doesn’t need to see the pity in Oikawa’s eyes, much less the guilt. And he doesn’t want Oikawa to see the hurt in his own face. 

“Hajime,” Oikawa says, and the name sounds like a prayer on his lips. “I love you too. You know that. You have to know that.” 

“I guess,” Iwaizumi murmurs. 

Oikawa is quiet for a long moment. Slowly, Iwaizumi drops his gaze to look at him. Then, Oikawa murmurs, “That’s not enough, is it? Not with the distance. It’s not enough.” 

He sounds angry, frustrated, tired, hopeless. Iwaizumi wants to take all of that and unspool it, unravel it, pull it out of him and make it go away. But he can’t. 

Oikawa takes a heavy breath. “Okay. I understand, Iwa. I understand.” 

2019: views from the beach 

Matsukawa and Hanamaki are in Argentina. Oikawa has posted a photo of the three of them at the beach, laughing under the light weight of the sunshine. Iwaizumi is not jealous. He’s not. He chose to stay at work for the week that the other two made the trek across the world. He chose this. He knows this. They asked him to join, and he said he couldn’t. He has no right to feel jealous. 

But the sun is caught on Oikawa’s face, hesitating at his lips like even the gorgeous Argentina daylight can’t soak up enough of his smile. And Iwaizumi isn’t there. He remembers what it had felt like to kiss those lips, just once, in the airport before Oikawa’s first departure; the sun had been bright then, too, and Oikawa had been warm in his hands just before slipping away with the ease of the dusk—

2020: views from the podium 

Oikawa’s club team wins the league in 2027, just a year before the next Olympics—their next planned reunion. Oikawa posts a picture of the team, crying and laughing, holding each other. He posts a picture of his latest boyfriend holding up the medal, Oikawa kissing his cheek. Iwaizumi likes the photo, then gets back to work. The Japanese team has to step up their game. That’s all there is to it. He has to work harder. There’s nothing else to do. 

2021: views from the podium, part 2 

Day 12 of the Olympics, Japan versus Argentina. 

The night prior to the game, Oikawa posts an old photo on his Instagram story: Seijoh, circa 2013. Oikawa and Iwaizumi are front and center. Iwaizumi has his arm slung around Oikawa’s shoulder and Oikawa is leaning into his side, beaming. There’s no caption, no reminiscing to be had. Just the photo, speaking for an old memory. 

On the next slide is a long block of text with a photo of the Argentinian national team laughing at practice. It’s probably a speech about this match bringing back memories, probably with something about giving it his all, probably with something about not holding back no matter what his past had been. Iwaizumi can guess all that easily; he still knows Oikawa so well. 

But he doesn’t read it. Right now, he has things to focus on that aren’t the past. He can’t afford to be thinking about memories that can’t be undone. He can’t afford to linger on heartbreak. Not anymore. Today, he doesn’t need any of it. 

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Yamamura Sadako ; Ring ☆ Kotobukiya

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Sabrina the Teenage Witch – 3.06: Good Will Haunting

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JoJo’s Bizarre Halloween!

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SPOOKY BOOP 👻🎃

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It's THE day

[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

Okay, I'm late. Yes, I will consider myself an outcast now. But for that, I still finished it and was not afraid to show it to all of you.

In short...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

[aneecupcake]

(late candy cuteness for art mutuals)

Goat causing problems again

(hiiiii :D! Happy late Halloween!! Hope it was fun!!)

[zazrichor]

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES.

repaint of this from 2019 😈👻

[kedamacreator]

Happy Halloween to all you beautiful people, I hope you get lots of candy and tricks, I usually don't post anything here but I hope you have a great day of scares🎃

I'm new to the mushroom oasis community so sorry if I make a mistake in any of my posts about this game !

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