Phantomqueenyt - PhantomQueen

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i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?

THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!

I found a bunch more!!

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Every night a beautiful spectre named You've Got Kudos appears and haunts me with the knowledge I should be writing fanfic

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

Story was just posted to Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, and AO3 yesterday!

AO3 Fanfiction.Net WattPad

@boohoobeach you asked to be tagged if someone wrote about this prompt

Jon Kent, current Superman and son of the ORIGINAL Superman, may have just panicked and done something stupid.

Ghosts are, apparently, not sentient in the eyes of the government.

Ghosts are, apparently, actively hunted by the government.

His new buddy Phantom, who helped him fight off Metallo, is actually a legitimate ghosts, and now there's a lot of weapons pointed at him.

Jon, unable to really see straight anymore, maybe, perhaps, just a little bit, panics.

"You can't shoot him, he's my pet!"

The GIW agents freeze.

"He's your what?"

"I'm your fucking what?"

Jon needs to stop talking.

Jon does not stop talking.

".....Pet. Pet's don't have to be...be sentient. Like rocks. Pet rocks."

Everyone is staring at him. He needs to clarify that he's bad at coming up with excuses and tell Phantom to run.

Instead, his concussed brain makes him reach out a hand and grab Phantom's sleeve.

"Mine. No takey."

Phantom has gone from looking outraged to concerned.

"You can't-!"

"No, no, it's true. Also; we're late for walkies." Phantom says, giving a nervous fake laugh as he moves closer and holds Jon up. This is a good thing, because Jon isn't too sure he should be standing anymore.

"But pet rocks don't need to be taken for walks?" One of the agents asks, bewildered.

"No, moron, it was an example." Another agent snaps, thumb blurring as he scrolls through his phone.

"Can a ghost go for a walk, or does it just float? Like a balloon." A third wonders, gun lowering.

Phantom takes advantage of their confusion and hoists Jon in the air and through multiple buildings, making them intangible.

Jon stops paying attention after the fifth one.

He decides to take a short little nap instead.

A LEGEND