A villain notices they are getting a lot of attention online and eventually starts a social media account to talk to the fans they have amassed. They start joking about having their account get more followers than the hero but their fans take it very seriously and blow up the account in response the villain creates a video in which they congratulate their fans and mock the hero for being below them. they also say that if fans send them an outfit they will wear it in battle this becomes extremely popular with both fans and the media with fans sending everything from suits and extravagant gowns to risque outfits (rave clothing, virgin killers, etc.) to straight-up lingerie. It also becomes a game for fans to see if the outfits the villain wears will distract the heroes.
I love my younger self because, at the age of 5 years old in kindergarten, I wore a green shirt and a group of boys told me that green was a boy's color so I could not wear it. I told them that I could wear whatever color I wanted. I told my friends this and they said that this group of boys had told them the same thing about wearing various other colors and that pink and purple were the only girl colors. I decided that that was not fair boys got way more colors than girls and I needed to do something about it. So, I approached the boys at recess and told them to GIVE ME THE COLORS so girls could wear them too. Their leader told me I would need to fight them if I wanted to get the colors from them. thus started the color war a battle that lasted many recessed but we came out victorious in the end and got to wear whatever color we wanted.
I love this
Sanders Sides Incorrect Quotes (SuperCut)
CW for food and eyestrain!
I have found something great but I don't know know which to choose.
Bully: your a boy not a girl.
younger me: no i'm a girl. I'm just a tomboy.
bully: well you're too masculine. dress like a girl.
younger me: * grows out hair and wears feminine clothes"
bully: your too feminine. it's weird.
younger me: *cuts hair short and wears masculine*
bully: you're to-
me: FUCK YOU i'm too tired to fucking care. I want to be a piece of bread. Fuck gender be bread.
First kisses are always messy,
Rushed with the flair of emotions and the ring of the bell,
The taste of blood mixed with strawberry chapstick when braces caught on my lips,
Smiling too much to even fully lock lips,
Yet your face is redder than the blood on my lips as we mutter out awkward goodbyes,
My day is filled with thinking of that moment,
Mulling over the mistakes and chewing on my swollen lip,
Maybe I need to try again,
If you let me.
reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton
I am the red-legged bard,
I will fuck your mother and,
and steal your credit card