#we areeeee

[kamenriderw]

mmeand gray are holding hsands rright now which is ssoooooooo so so wweird comapred ttowhaty iom usuallty uused to !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bbut imhaving sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo mmyuch FFUN !!!! (≧◡≦) iivejjust been watchujng hgim ttry and blogggggg hhes nedver done tthat bvefore sso igget to herlp !!!!! yay !

[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].”

[fightwing]

KRYPTONIANS . . . shit, dick forgot the speed at which INFORMATION moves within their community could outpace even wally. he nods, maybe a few too many times as his brain tries to come up with an explanation that wasn't just 'i lost track of time & also reason' " well, you know . . . with planes and their . . . " what? irrelevance to superpowers? even without the kryptonian heart-speed thing, dick knew he was a horrible liar. he sighs, runs a hand through his hair and gives it up relatively quick. " i'm sorry! it all happened so fast, and we were in the middle of this thing with the titans and themyscira. i don't know how you guys can keep track of so much, i tried it for an hour and it was . . . " EXHILITARING, and yet " exhausting. next time i get rent-a-powers yours will be the first house i visit. "

it had hurt, at first. like, in a hypothetical situation where he got superpowers, kara had been sure that dick would come see her. in retrospect, she thinks that maybe he's spent too much time trying to dissuade her from shenanigans to give her ideas like that. and really, she can't blame him for wanting to see clark — he's been a part of dick's life for so long that if he had to choose one kryptonian to hang out with, kara can accept that he would choose clark. so now, knowing kind of smirk on her lips, kara arches a brow. " something about ... what was it ... going for a flight? "

[triona-tribblescore]

Auntie. I am a homosexual

Is that ok?

EW WHAT?! NO, GET OUT OF HERE- /j

mwah giving you the biggest kiss upon yee head, ofc it is uvu <3

Here have a cake:

[itagakimizuki]

CHO SHONEN TANTEIDAN NEO: BEGINNING 超・少年探偵団NEO Beginning (2019)

[sieglinde-freud]

MY CHARLOTTE?!?!??????!?!!!!

[torchickentacos]

me when I don't take other people's advice and then make a mistake I could have entirely prevented:

anyways turns out a cheap ass hp laptop WILL run like a cheap ass hp laptop, and I'm not special and I will get what I paid for and i hate it here. will i learn my lesson? probably not but this thing is outta the box and running at like. dismal speeds with edge and task manager as the only apps open. full 20 seconds to get anything open. i'm going to see about returning it and just trying to get my surface pro fixed. again. anyways tldr i should have listened to the reddit bros who said hp was garbage

[achairwithapandaonit]

Ehehee :3 guess who gets to see aoba in person today!!!

[vatrocvet]

it's truly a crime that medusa fucking gorgon got to say "i love you" to crona but maka didn't. like. ugh

[rotzaprachim]

This would be such a great time for my absurd and randomized panic disorder not to kick in

[asterroses]

the first aster of the year :] my guyyyy my babygirllll

[coconut530]

Dusty girl

[itagakimizuki]

YUME DE MITA ANO KO NO TAME NI (2023) ep 7

[acemarkey]

i should pay prin to get in our project sekai account and get us gems...

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i know ive made a post nearly identical to this one before but i really do think watching the Young Volcanoes music video at age 13 changed me as a person

[iphisesque]

leaks in 10-11 hours..... colin firth ill be there.gif but in a distinctly sad and exhausted way