because every day is halloween for me

anonymous asked:

What do you think everyone's favorite Disney movies are?

Hoo boi!! Let’s see…

Daichi: The Fox and the Hound. Like legit, you know that mother fucker watches this when he’s home sick. He curls up on the couch with tissues (totally for the cold and definitely not for all the tears he be sheddin’ by the end of the movie). He considered changing Pochi’s name to Copper when he first got him but then decided against it because Noya had promised to find him a new home and he didn’t want to get too attached. (Ha. Ha.) Then by the time he realized he was stuck with him, it was too late to change it. He regularly holds Pochi’s paws and says, “I’m a hound dooooogggg.” Suga has it on video and watches it when he’s feeling down.

Suga: If you ask Suga what his favorite Disney movie is, chances are he will tell you “Cool Runnings” or “Max Keeble’s Big Move” just to be a little shit and get you to say, “No… I mean like… you know. The animated ones. Uhm… like when you say Disney movie they’re the ones that pop up in your head…” “Ohh… you mean like the Lizzie McGuire Movie.” “Suga no.” But actually, his favorite is Frozen. Honestly, that “Let it Gosong was LIT and he never misses an opportunity to sing it. “Suga, did you eat the cupcake I told you not to-” “LET IT GOOOO LET IT GOOOOO.” “God damn it.” Or when Daichi is getting out of the shower… Suga kicks the door of the bathroom open, LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOOORRR! “SUGA GET OUT.” He absolutely loves it. He dressed up as a perfect male Elsa for Halloween. Any time someone disses on it, “It wasn’t THAT good…” a fist fight breaks out. Let people enjoy things, you fucks.

Oikawa: Lilo and Stitch. “It’s not because the aliens! Shut up, Iwa-chan!” It’s totally because it’s a heartfelt story about family sticking together and definitely not because there are space ships and aliens and lasers. Nope. Iwaizumi made him a Scrump doll for their fourth anniversary and Oikawa takes it with him whenever he travels and totally, no way, definitely does NOT sleep with it. Nope.

Iwaizumi: Oliver and Company. Despite having the voice of an angel, Iwaizumi has very few indulgent songs that he sings when he’s at home. “Why Should I Worryis one of the few that he actually does belt when he’s in the mood. Just imagine him sliding in his socks around the kitchen as he’s making dinner, singing into a wooden spoon… “Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoire faire.” It’s Oikawa’s little secret that he will never share with anyone. On Iwaizumi’s last birthday, Oikawa dressed up as Georgette and sang “Perfect Isn’t Easy”. Like… he just pranced around the bedroom singing, “Though many covet my bone and bowl, they’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. You pretty pups all over the city, I have your hearts and you have my pity. Pretty is nice, but still, it’s just pretty. Perfect, my dear, is me.” Iwaizumi laughed so hard that he started crying and it was definitely the best birthday he’s ever had.

Matsukawa: A Goofy Movie. And not just because of the memes. Because of the strong familial bond between Goofy and Max and how hard Goofy tries but just can’t seem to get it right. Matsukawa can see a bit of his own father in him, as they had their own troubles back when he was in high school. They got through it and have an even stronger relationship and he can see that in this movie. (but it’s mostly because of the memes.)

Hanamaki: The Princess and the Frog. He’s got that Friends on the Other Side,” song memorized and sings it while he’s…. well… “working”. Also, RayXEvangeline is his OTP and he will go to the grave preaching their love. He used to go catch frogs in the pond near his house when he was a kid so honestly he just has a total soft spot for the little critters. Oh and he thinks Prince Naveen is a total hottie. 10/10 would smash.

Bokuto: Aladdin! Oh man he could watch this movie every day for the rest of his life and never get tired of it!!! He’s even dressed up as the Genie for Halloween more than once! He’s got that “Friend Like Me” song DOWN. He can do all the voices and everything! In fact, one of the main reasons Akaashi fell in love with him way back in high school was because on the few occasions that it was Akaashi that lost some confidence, Bokuto would sing the song to him and change “Aladdin” to “Akaashi” and it never failed to cheer him up to hear, “Mister Akaashi, Sir, what will your pleasure be? Let me take your order, jot it down. You ain’t never had a friend like me!”

Akaashi: Monster’s Inc.! Oh man Akaashi loves this movie so much. One of the only times you can see him visibly get giddy is when this movie is playing. It’s honestly the most adorable thing Bokuto has ever seen and every time Akaashi imitates Boo and says, “Kitty!” in a cutesy voice, Bokuto legit ascends to a higher plane of existence. He definitely plays the jazzy OST in the background when he’s sewing, humming along with the melody. He also may or may not have pushed a small child down in his desperation to get into the theater for the very first showing of Monster’s University. (Also, don’t tell anyone, but he made himself a Sully pajama onesie and definitely wears it all the time, but knows Pain in the Ass Kuroo-san would never let him hear the end of it if he found out so he keeps it a secret even from Bokuto.)

Kuroo: The Emperor’s New Groove. Kuroo has most definitely dressed up as Kuzco for Halloween around the same times Bokuto has dressed up as Genie. (In both the llama and human form.) His ringtone was also “Perfect World” for the longest time, until Kenma changed it one night after getting tired of hearing Kuroo shout out “Me!” after the “This Perfect World begins and ends with-” part before answering his phone.

Kenma: Toy Story. Hey, the less actual human beings in a movie, the better, ammiright? As a kid who didn’t have a lot of real friends growing up, the concept that your toys came to life and loved playing with you as much as you played with them was a really beautiful concept to him. He had always been a really rational kid, and knew that it was fiction, but there was some part of him that always thought, “But what if?” After the first time he watched Toy Story, he started treating his toys more gently, and daydreamed that even his videogame consoles and all the characters within them were alive and got excited every single time he took the controller. Not to mention Sid’s Scare Scene gave him ungodly satisfaction to watch after he acquired a few bullies in primary school.

Asahi: Up! Because… Because… *sobs* they were so in love… and he was such a grumpy old man but then… *SOBS* BUT HE WAS HER ADVENTURE AND OMG DOUG AND THEN THEY WERE WATCHING THE CARS TOGETHER AT THE END AND… AND… *wailing*

Nishinoya: MULAN! Kick ass women and plenty of fight scenes and most importantly… “To be a man, we must be swift as the coursing river. With all the force of the great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire. As mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

Kiyoko: Brave. Strong independent woman that don’t need no man and instead wants to ride her horse and shoot her bow and fight bears and learn to connect and understand her mother? Uhhh…. sign her the FUCK up. Also, King Fergus reminds her so much of her dad that she can’t help but giggle every time he shows up on screen. And that hair animation? ENCHANTING. She can’t tear her eyes from it.

Yachi: Tangled. Oh c’mon. Duh! Yachi is so TOTALLY Rapunzel. It’s not even funny. She relates HARD with the heroine and oh my GOD it’s so cute to see her flouncing around her apartment in her PJ’s, singing, “And at last I see the light! And it’s like the fog has lifted!”

Hinata: The Little Mermaid. REDHEAD. A REDHEAD! Oh man Hinata used to watch this movie every day. He was so excited to see a redheaded Disney princess. His mom bought him a fork just so he could brush his hair with it. He used to have a little fish tank in his room and he named all of the fish after the characters. “I’m going to marry Ariel when I get older!” Little did he know, he ended up being Ariel and falling for the tall, black haired prince with the bright blue eyes instead. Oopsie Daisies.

Kageyama: Finding Nemo. There’s something about small… orange… things that draws Kageyama to them. He really has no clue what the heck it is. He has been caught a few times muttering, “Just keep swimmin’. Just keep swimmin’.”  Under his breath when he’s stressed out, either on the volleyball court or in school. Pretty much everyone has noticed but they’re a little scared that he will stop doing it if they point it out so they pretend not to hear him. It’s just too cute of a habit to lose.

Miya: Hercules. Okay Miya is low key in love with Danny Devito and so anytime he’s in ANYTHING, it’s his favorite thing. Not to mention Meg reminds him high key of a certain tsundere who won’t say he is in love. Although, if he’s being completely honest, Miya relates a bit more to Hades than he does Hercules (I think you mean HUNKules).

Shirabu: Moana. So, Shirabu doesn’t really watch a lot of movies. Okay, he NEVER watches movies. He doesn’t have time. He’s got better things to do. The few movies he HAS seen were pretty much whatever Miyazaki Hayao was putting out and even then, he wasn’t really attached to any of them. Then Moana came out and he was quite literally DRAGGED off to see it by Miya. He swore he wasn’t going to have a good time and sit with arms crossed, complaining the whole movie, but then some ANNOYING asshole laced their fingers together and refused to let go and UGH. So obnoxious. But then that same annoying asshole seemed to have a lot of fun and hummed to the tune of Shiny on the way out of the theater and down the street. And well… it did have good music. And it looked pretty. And then when Miya took him to dinner afterwards, Shirabu had managed to choke out a reluctant, “Thank you” and had to suffer through an exuberant, “What can I say except you’re welcome?But you know… Shirabu wouldn’t be against the idea of seeing more movies in the future….

Welp. That’s what I came up with. Seem fitting? Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun thinking about this!

Originally posted by keldelel

MitJo Headcanons

Submitted by @my-blackmatter

1.Mitch works in some hands-on field like construction or welding in the future. Probably welding because he could make good money and legally wield fire without having to worry about Jonas bailing him out of the county jail.

2.  Mitch rides a motorcycle which Jonas has a love/hate relationship with because on one hand it’s hot as hell, but on the other hand he’s afraid Mitch might get hurt. They make a compromise that Mitch always has to wear a helmet every time and doesn’t ride at night.

3. Sidney and Mitch get “along” but in a frenemies sort of way (like Martin and Pam from the show Martin) where they tease/insult each other, but at the end of the day they’re there for each other and Jo.

4. Jonas is the king of lightweights. Mitch like to record his drunken attempts at seducing him “back to [his] place” for the night.

5. Jonas is the one to propose. 

6. Jonas loves Star Trek (this is totally me projecting) and Mitch always teases him about it, but he secretly likes it and teared up at the scene where Spock lost his shit after Kirk “died”.

7.  Jonas hates haunted houses, but Mitch likes to drag him every year around Halloween because Joey clings to his side. One time they’re put out because Jonas full on socks some poor employee in a bloody clown outfit after he jumped from behind a prop. 

I have a ton of headcanons and these are probably lame as hell, but I can never think of my faves when I finally go to make a list lmao.

WOAHHH I TOTALLY LOVE THESE!!! These are all so cute, mitjo headcanon lists are the best, I love all of these!!

Listen. If I Wanna Walk Into School Every Day Wearing Halloween Makeup and Black Jeans Because It Will Make Me Feel Good About Myself Then I Deserve To Be Able To Do That Without People Shitting On Me For It

When I was like 11 I started getting into dressing myself how I wanted but my mom would never ever let me leave the house because I’d put on some crazy outfit and by 13 I kept trying to go out in crazy and “inappropriate” outfits and my mom was like “When you’re older, you’ll understand why these outfits don’t look good and are slutty looking.” But then I went to live with my grandparents at 14 and I’ve been dressing like you pressed the “randomize” button on Sims ever since.

#191 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompts “a fic where everyone loves how put together, happy, and confident the reader seems, but van finds out after a while they’re really the complete opposite and van is super comforting? Maybe with some variation of the line, "And I know you’re feeling tired. Just let me hold you for a bit.” from a song by Front Porch Step?“ "Van loves short girls. Like 5’ 1” and “van gets the reader a puppy?”

It was easy to see why people thought you were attention seeking. Why else would you wear a glittery mermaid crown to a non-themed house party? The few people that knew you well would know it was because you liked mermaids and glitter, and weird and wonderful things. They’d know you didn’t care what other people thought and that you truly believed that every day could and should be Halloween. They’d refer to the hours you’d spent collecting shells and hot gluing them together to make something unique and special and beautiful. But those people were few and far between. Most people, and almost certainly a majority of those at the party, just wrote you off as a show off.

Zenna wanted to sit, so you followed her through the house. There was an open doorway and the room was dark. Inside a television screen was illuminated, and in its glow sat a group of guys throwing pillows around. Standing next to Zen in the doorway, you looked at them carefully. You didn’t recognise them.

“Are you guys… watching a movie? Like, having a proper sleepover? At a party?” she asked them. Their attention all turned to you both. Another body popped out from under a blanket. He had the most room on the couch and was one of only two with a blanket.

“Yeah. What of it?” one of them replied.

“Nothing. Very cute,” Zen said with a shrug and went to leave.

“Wait!” the one under the blanket yelled.

“Yeah, wait. Have you been to the kitchen? There any food?” a different one asked. Zen smirked and shrugged. “You can join us if you bring food,” he continued. You looked at Zen and watched one of her perfect eyebrows rise.

“The mermaid can stay. I’ll look after her,” blanket boy said. You turned to him. He was rosy cheeked from being so warm and he was grinning. The television screen had a sparkly reflection in his eyes. Zenna snorted.

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Out in the Rain

Pairing: Andy Dwyer x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 2188

Author’s Note: I’m recently watching Parks and Recreation again and Andy is just too cute, so I wrote a fic on him! Thanks to one of my babes @writing-obrien for proofreading this and helping me with the name!

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anonymous asked:

Like I am yet to see an Actual Jewish Person to say that the whole green Taako thing is antisemetic, at least as far as I can see Taako is not coded as a jewish person that would make green Taako problematic. Like i'm willing to be open if someone has evidence of it being bad but from the looks of things, someone really wanted TAZ to be problematic and done made up a reason.

This is what’s getting me.

I saw people going “TAAKO’S DESIGN IS ANTISEMITIC” before I even got to see the pages. And I was bracing myself for the hurt, I really was.

Then the pages finally came up on my feed and I was hunched over in the break room at work to stare at them all “??????”

I live in South Florida. I live with antisemitism. These days, I’ve removed certain phrases from my vocabulary in public because I don’t feel safe having that label even remotely assigned to me by strangers. When my uncle passed and my entire (INCREDIBLY jewish) family came down for the funeral, I fucking sat in a car with my cousin and talked to her about how the student at her school who dressed up like Hitler for Halloween and followed her around was a disgrace and should have been suspended immediately.

I…. don’t understand this. I do not understand it. I do not see where it is coming from and for every time I see people implying that if we disagree with the backlash we should shut the fuck up, I see red.


Miss me on this shit.

Blame It On The Alcohol - 31 Days of Halloween

This is from my 31 Days of Halloween Writing Challenge.

Request:  Hi could you do 10, 24 and 25 with Dean please? Where he has a chrush on reader?

Prompt: 10. There’s no way you’re going out like that. 
24. Do I look like a fairy? 
25. You can’t just pervert every costume out there.

Word count: 2,520

Warnings: A bit fluffy, drunk Dean, jealous Dean, mentions of sex.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam

A/N: It took me quite a while to figure this out, mostly because I was feeling fluffy but didn’t want to make this a romantic novella. Either way, I really hope you enjoy it. Please remember that requests are always open, and so as feedback, suggestions, complaints, are always well received.

You carefully applied more glitter on your cheekbones, finally finishing your makeup. You had metallic purple lipstick, fucsia eyeshadow and pink glitter; you had also spray dyed your hair hot pink, putting it in space buns and wore some metallic bronzer to match the look. You put on your tiny pink dress and your also pink wings, before going out of your room.

It was Halloween night, and Sam and you were going out to town to an open Halloween party. Dean decided not to join for unknown reason, leaving you and Sam (who was as enthusiastic as his brother) to go by yourselves. Sam was only going to make you company, and to avoid Dean dragging him to the TV room to re-watch his favourite Halloween films.

It had taken you the whole month to finally decide a costume. You had tried all kinds of looks, but Dean would always turn you down on them. So, that morning, you and Sam went to buy groceries and a few accessories for Sam’s costume (a scarecrow) and that’s where you found it: It was bubble gum pink and shiny, and you loved it. Sam encouraged you to buy it and, a few hours later, you were all ready to go.

You walked down to the library, where Sam was waiting for you already. He had one of his old flannels on, his normal jeans and boots; his hair was the same as always and he had a hay hat on and a very poor makeup to simulate a scarecrow’s face.

“Tell me, do I look like a fairy?” You said, ignoring his terrible makeup. Sam tilted his head to the side and frowned.

“I guess… I mean, we both know that’s not what fairies look like in real life but…” He started.

“It’s Halloween, Sam! I don’t have to look realistic… Besides, I was going for a similar look to that Beetlejuice’s character with the…” Dean’s voice interrupted your explanation.

“Hey, Sam! I found some… Some thing we can use! Not sure what it is but…” He had appeared from the basement’s door, carrying an old brownish cloth. He stopped on his trails when he saw you. “What the…”

“It’s a fairy, like the one in Beetlejuice but…” You began.

“She’s supposed to be blue!” Dean exclaimed.

“I KNOW! But the store didn’t have blue body paint so I had to improvise a little!” You shouted back. It was normal for you two to start stupid arguments with each other.

“Whatever, it’s late.” Sam said, tired of hearing you and his brother arguing over little things.

“You’re right, let’s go.” You grabbed your clutch from the table at the library, ready to leave.

“First you need to change, NOW.” Dean ordered. You clenched your jaw and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?”

“I said: Go change.” Dean repeated, “There’s no way you’re going out like that.” You widened your eyes and Sam groaned. He younger hunter excused himself, saying he’d be waiting in the car.

“Why would I do that?” You asked, both of you ignoring Sam as he left the room.

“Because it’s too…” Dean couldn’t find a thing to use against it. The dress was tight, but not tight enough to be considered vulgar; it was short, but not short enough to be revealing. It did have cleavage, but not enough to let your breasts show off too much. The colour matched your skin perfectly, and you looked really good in spite of the makeup you had chosen.

“It’s too what, Dean?” You snapped. Dean grumbled, trying to control his jealousness.

“Because men at the party will think you’re there to flirt.” He punished himself mentally for coming out with such a lame excuse. You let out a loud chuckled.

“Maybe I am there to flirt, haven’t you thought of that?” You sassed, Dean’s fists tightened and his jaw clenched.

“You’re going there with Sam.” He muttered angrily.

“And why do you think Sam is going? We’re both friends, both single, looking for a fun night.” You had a cocky smirk on your lips.

“Fine, go flirt with every guy at the party but please, just go change.” Dean ordered once more. His voice was low and raspy, a clear sign that he was pissed off.

“Why?” You asked again.

“Because you look like one of those porn stars that dress like fairies for the Halloween specials!” Dean shouted. True, there were a few porn films that you had watched including fairies; but their dressed were a lot shorter, more revealing than yours.

“You’re unbelievable! It’s not that short, for God’s sake! You can’t just pervert every costume out there!” You shouted and Dean groaned.

“Yes I can, and you’re not going out like that!” Dean was even more pissed than before.

“Seriously? And what am I supposed to wear? You didn’t let me use the witch costume because it had lace, nor the vampire’s because my breast looked too big. You turned down the angel costume because that’s not how they really look like and now this! Tell me how exactly do you want me to go or don’t bother at all!” You were just as angry as the hunter was.

“Maybe I don’t want you to go!” Dean shouted, his filter was gone and there was no way to take that back.

“Why? So I can stay here watching the same lame movies from last year?”

“Yes! It’s better than having you go home with another one!” He finally took conscious of what he was saying, he shut his mouth closed and stiffened, watching carefully your reaction.

“Oh so you can take every girl you step with to a motel but I can’t go home with one guy on Halloween night?!” You bursted.

“Exactly!” Dean growled.

“I have news for you, Dean, I will do as I want because I’m single and old enough to make my own decisions.” Your voice was cruel and it hurt every fibre in Dean’s body.

“Go. Change.” He managed to say, there was fire in his eyes and his knuckles were turning white at how tightly he was clenching his fists.

“No.” And with that said, you turned around and left to the party, leaving Dean in a very painful situation.

The party was fun and there were a lot of nice girls for Sam to pick up from, which he did, but there wasn’t a single guy that called your attention. They were all dull and boring, with their perfect lives and office jobs. You liked adventure, and danger, and none of the guys there could give any of those to you.

After midnight, you told Sam to leave with the girl, assuring him that Dean and you were fine and that he’d pick you up. Therefore, Sam drove his car to the closest motel, with a pretty blonde college girl as company.

You took your phone out, leaving your finger over the speed dial button, afraid to press it. You weren’t sure if Dean was even awake by then or if he had forgiven you enough to pick you up. After all, if he said no, you could always take a cab.

You pressed the button, your phone immediately dialling Dean’s number. You waited for him to pick up, your phone pressed to your ear, praying internally for him to answer.

“(Y/N), good to hear from you!” He cheered, he was clearly drunk.

“Dammit, Dean! Have you been drinking?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“No… Yes.” He giggled.

“Okay, then forget it.” Before you could hang up, Dean spoke again.

“(Y/N)?” You sighed and decided to keep talking with him until you found a taxi.

“What is it, Dean?” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“What does he work as?” He asked quietly.


“The guy you’re coming home with, what’s his job?” He sounded a bit sad, but was easily confused with his usual drunk-dragging tone.

“Honey, I’m all alone.” You said, you could hear Dean’s smile.



“Why?” He asked, his voice going back to the sad tone. “The dress was pretty and you’re beautiful, why didn’t you…”

“They’re all boring, normal people…” You explained, “I guess I’m so used to danger, I’ve started to like it in that way, you know?” You said, Dean nodded on the other side of the phone.

“I can be dangerous.” He whispered.

“I know you can.” You giggled, “I’ll be back home soon.” You said, raising your hand to make a taxi stop. The yellow car did so and you entered it, hanging the phone on Dean who was just starting to say something else.

You asked the cab to leave you as close as the bunker as possible, telling him that your uncle was the forest ranger and that you had to go back to his vigilance spot before your curfew. The driver bought it and, half an hour later, you were at the bunker.

You opened the door slowly, trying to make the less noise possible. You tip toed your way to your room and found Dean lying at the end of the bed, fast asleep. His half empty glass of whiskey was resting on the floor and the empty bottle was on your desk. It looked like he had been drinking in your room, but you couldn’t understand why.

You picked the glass from the floor, putting it next to the bottle, and sat at the edge of your bed carefully. Dean felt your weight sinking down and woke up with a jump. If you hadn’t picked the glass up, there would be whiskey all over the floor by then.

“(Y/N), you’re here!” Dean exclaimed, he was still a little drunk.

“Yeah, and so are you!” You chuckled. He gave you a sheepish smile and noticed that you were still dressed as a fairy.

“I still can’t believe you couldn’t find a guy.” He whispered, looking enamoured at you.

“Yeah well, I guess no one’s a fun as…” The realization sunk down on you. Dean was the kind of guy you had been looking for at the party, and you were too pissed at him to even notice that.

“As…” Dean lifted an eyebrow. He was still drunk, but he was no fool.

“Never mind.” You chuckled nervously. There was no way in hell dean would like you back. You were like a little sister to him, that’s all.

“(Y/N)” Dean whispered. You stood up and tried to walk past him to the bathroom in order to remove your makeup, but Dean stopped you, griping one of his hands tightly around your arm.

You looked up at him. His green eyes were a little blurry due to the alcohol, but they were still the same green eyes that comforted you after a rough hunt; his freckled splashed face was a little blushed and his pink, plumped lips were half open. Your breathing became heavy, a whole lot of new feeling rushing over your body and mind.

“Dean, I…” You tried to speak, but Dean hushed you.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you.” He muttered, “And for being a possessive asshole… It’s just…”

“Yeah?” You encouraged him to keep going.

“I have a huge crush on you and… I can’t help but to feel jealous at the thought of other man being with you.” He confessed. You knew that, if he wasn’t drunk, he would still be mad at you and still be keeping his feelings away. Therefore, you decided to make a move, assuring your future with him.

You pulled him closer to you and crashed your lips together. He tasted like raw whiskey, mixed with something sweet… Something you guessed was Dean’s natural taste; and you loved it. Dean was too drunk to concentrate on his moves, and yet the kiss was all you’ve ever dreamed off. He ripped the glittery pink wings off of you and pushed you to the bed, leaving sloppy kissed all over your face and neck. You could see that your makeup was now smudged all over his face now, which made you giggle a little. It was going to be a really fun night.

Sam arrived to the bunker the next morning. He immediately walked over to his brother’s room, only to find it empty and with the bed made; he then walked to yours, noticing that you didn’t even bother to take your makeup off, which was now smudged over your face. The hunter heard a noise down at the kitchen and stomped his way there.

“Dean, hi… I found us a case at…” Dean turned around. He was wearing his robe, drinking his coffee, nothing out of normal; expect his hands were all pink, the same pink as your hair spray and his mouth, cheeks and neck were covered with metallic purple and pink smudges. He also had a lot of glitter all over his face and hair.

“A case at…” Dean tried to make his brother continue, but Sam was too shocked to go on. His eyes were wide open and his jaw had dropped, forming an O with his mouth.

“You and… And…” the younger Winchester stuttered. Dean gave him a satisfied smile.

“And (Y/N), yes. How did you know?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You have makeup all over your face.” Sam explained, containing a chuckle.

“Oh right… Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait for her to take it all out.” Dean justified himself.

“So are you a thing now?” Sam asked. Dean was trying to answer to his question when they heard your sleepy voice calling Dean’s name from your room.

“Would you look at that? Looks like I’m about to find that out myself.” Dean chuckled, leaving the mug in the counter and walking over to you.

The next Halloween, Dean didn’t have to worry about your costume for he knew he was the only man you’d be coming back home to, to celebrate your one year anniversary with him.

“A year… A whole year.” Sam spoke, helping Dean to prepare the table.

“I know, man… It’s crazy.” Dean smiled widely, and so did Sam. He was happy for Dean.

“If I had known that drinking every last drop of alcohol in the bunker would make you confess your feelings to her… I would’ve gotten you drunk a long while ago.” Sam laughed, and so did Dean’s.

“To booze.” Dean toasted, lifting his beer bottle and clinking it with his brother’s.

“To booze.” Sam repeated, both brothers drinking from their beers.

That night Dean had prepared dinner, making sure to make it as spooky as possible to match with your everlasting Halloween fever. He made vampire’s blood cocktails and all kinds of food ideas he found off of the internet, and you had to admit, it was the best anniversary ever.

Dean made sure that every year, for the rest of your lives, your anniversary was special. Each year he made something bigger and better than the year before, and so on till the very last one.

Muse A and his roommates/friends have all just moved into their new home. And whilst they are unpacking they get invited to a Halloween party next door, anyone and everyone is welcomed. However, there’s one catch Muse A doesn’t really have anyone to go with, and their friends all have dates. If they went it would be by themselves and that’s just… no fun. However, they decide that it’s worth checking out the party and making new friends was always a possibility while they were at the party. 

Here is where Muse B comes in, they’re completely going solo on this night out. And they find themselves with no one to interact, being brushed off by anyone who they approach, or simply unable to muster the courage to continue trying to talk to people. Deciding to just enjoy the good music and look at all the intricate costumes, they pass their time idly in silence. 

Muse A is out of their comfort zone, everyone has already found people to talk with and seem to be having fun, and they’re still looking for someone nice to talk to. Eventually, Muse A finds Muse B looking at all the people and decides to just go for it and start a conversation. 

Muse B is weary of talking to Muse A at first, but eventually they warm up to one another and so ensues a long night of great fun and entertaining conversation, until Muse A’s friends come by to tell them it’s time to go, but Muse A wants their new friend to tag along too, Muse B agrees to go, and no one questions Muse A when they announce their friend is tagging along.

Exchanging brief goodbyes, it’s only until Muse A is home that they realize they never got Muse B’s contact info. Deciding to ask their neighbor the next morning if they know Muse B they take out their phone and look for the photos they’d taken the night before, but it turns out for whatever reason, the photos never got saved and they’re stuck at square one again.

A year passes, and the same house is having another party. This time Muse A is the first one to urge all his friends to go, but they’re all busy and so they have to go solo again. However, Muse A hopes to find Muse B there again this time, not being able to forget Muse B after all that time.

Muse B is in fact there again, wearing the exact same costume as last year and smiling at the sight of Muse A. Another night of fun ensues, except this time both of them have too much to drink and it results in a drunken stupor of both of them, going into the forest that spans out in the backyard of the house. There they spend what seems like hours talking about everything, getting to know each other and just enjoying one another’s company until the alcohol lulls them to sleep.

What feels like one night of drunken fun turns out to actually be three days worth of time, and Muse A is woken up by a police officer, who is part of the rescue search for them because their friends had raised hell about them having gone missing the day of the party. Their things having been found scattered through out the forest, eventually leading to them. 

But the absolute terrifying part is the fact that Muse A was lying on the ground, right next to Muse B’s dead body. 

Turns out… Muse B went missing during Halloween night… three years ago.

anonymous asked:

quick poem about halloween pls !!!!!!

omg im nervous is this for school lmfao

“my mom forgets that halloween is a holiday because it’s the day my dad stopped answering her calls and started receiving her voicemails so she leaves a note on our door that says nobody’s home but nobody’s been home for years since he’s left and every time the leaves fall my mom’s heart breaks and the scariest part of october is realizing you’re not going to call me back either.”


I was tagged by my darling @softshumjr and the lovely @daddarioswife. Thank you <3

“Post the oldest selfie you can find and then post a current one next to it”

So the selfie on the left side is from Halloween ‘07, which means I was 16 in the picture. (I’m actually a little self-concious about that picture because it yielded me a ‘pig-snout’ comment on social media back then….but I mean, that’s the angle, and I still love the picture, so whatever :D I’m more concerned with the state of my eyebrows back then tbh :D)

The current selfie is on the right :) Now 26 years old and way more satisfied with my eyebrows and hair colour :DDD I used to dye them a different colour pretty much every month back in the day :D

I tag: @sweetillusionketz, @blj2007, @everydayisonfire, @warlocks-nephilim, @alyxhavok, @magswoods, @vildlien, @intangibel, @softdaddario

(feel free to ignore, I don’t know if everyone of you is comfortable sharing selfies)

anonymous asked:

Mom I had a breakdown last night bc of the stress of finals but then I continued to cry bc I just want Halloween to be here.


halloween is legit the best holiday in existence and i’m lowkey depressed every single day of the year that isn’t in october because WHY CAN’T IT BE HALLOWEEN EVERYDAY???? 🎃👻💜

(i really hope ur feeling better today… pls don’t stress, my love. everything will be alright with your finals - you’re going to CRUSH THEM and everyone will be like HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT RAD LIL MUFFIN COMPLETELY WRECKIN THEIR FINALS OMG WHAT’S THEIR SECRET and you’ll be like OH NOT MUCH I’M JUST PART OF THE SPACEFAM AND THAT KINDA GIVES ME SUPERPOWERS NBD)

anonymous asked:

TRC halloween costume headcanons? (I feel like everyone would expect Noah to just throw a sheet over himself and haha he's a ghost get it but actually he does this like elaborate cosplay of a character from an anime he loves)

this is such a good ask omg

i totally agree with you about noah going hard on cosplay for his halloween costume (there’s a terrible voice in the back of my mind saying “noah dresses up as dave strider” that i REFUSE to delve any deeper into) 

HOWEVER, ronan throws a sheet over himself and goes around all day telling everyone that he’s noah, which fools absolutely no one because well… he’s way too tall and also noah is right there, five feet away from you (he’s NOT dressed like dave strider) but noah gets really annoyed every time he says it and starts really earnestly insisting “no! no stop it that’s not me! i’m right here i’m noah!” which ronan finds funny enough that it’s #worthit

i can see blue maybe being a witch or something similar? she sews the whole costume herself entirely out of old clothes of hers and these really tacky curtains she steals from orla’s room and she’s extremely proud of it

henry assembles an almost frightening ensemble of brightly colored and shiny clothes and says he’s a different 80′s pop star every time someone asks him who he is

gansey dresses either as some historical figure who he thinks everyone should be more aware of (and delivers a lecture on when asks who he is) or as a fancy vampire but he puts. an INCREDIBLE amount of research into the backstories behind certain pieces of vampire lore to make sure his costume is completely historically accurate and up with the earliest pieces of vampire mythos (tho right after i typed this im remembering that trc takes place in 2012 and no self respecting teenage boy would dress up as a vampire back then. twilight was still too large in everyone’s minds. so the first one i guess)

adam is pretty sure they’re all too old to dress up and doesn’t get why why everyone else is Doing This but under extreme pressure he gets an old t shirt from his closet with the batman logo on it and insists that this counts as dressing up as batman. henry ties a black blanket around his shoulders and everyone finally agrees that now that he has the cape, he’s in the clear

  • <p> <b>OK so when normal people break up it's because they were different or things just didn't work out or whatever, but when I GET a boyfriend, and IF I break up with him, it's gonna be for totally different yet understandable reasons like:</b> <p/><b></b> •Can't agree to watch a movie other than Harry Potter<p/><b></b> •Catches me reading Drarry fics<p/><b></b> •Seeing how I'm not even sorry for reading them<p/><b></b> •Couples costumes for Halloween are strictly Harry Potter related<p/><b></b> •Constantly uses Harry Potter puns<p/><b></b> •Instead of posting cute pics with him on insta, I write nerdy posts on Tumblr<p/><b></b> •Brings up Harry Potter related things every day<p/><b></b> •Blames our fights on me being a Gryffindor and him being a _____<p/><b></b> •Whenever we're having a moment I say something totally acceptable like "always" which he APPARENTLY doesn't think is<p/><b></b> •When he asks who I love most in the world, I say Sirius Black. He laughs and asks again. "Jk Rowling" "Babe rlly cmon" "Tal Fishman"<p/><b></b> This is true.<p/><b></b> I see this happening in the future.<p/></p>
Home--Imagine #3

Anonymous asked: Hey, can u do one of a long time crush, but due to circumstances, you haven’t been able to see him in a long time?, I’ll just leave the rest up to you ^_^

A/N: I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to write this for ya. There wasn’t too many details in the ask so I made up a lot of stuff from imagination. Hope I did a good job! Keep dreaming! ~Logan

s/n: sister’s name

b/n: Brother’s name

c/l/n: crush’s last name

“Y/N! You need to get down here now or we’ll be late!” 

I groaned as I heard my mom yell from outside my bedroom. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and pulled the blankets up to my chin, basking in the warmth. Then my eyes flew open as my muddled thoughts cleared and I realized that my family and I would be picking up C/n and his family from the airport today. After all these years of him being away learning at a prestigious boarding school, him and his family were going to spend Thanksgiving with me and my family. I thought back to the last time I saw him. We were both so much younger and I didn’t know what to expect now when I was going to be spending a whole four days with him. I remember the day he left though. The whole day was filled with me attempting to hold back tears and heartbreaking goodbyes at the exact same airport I would be saying hello to him in again in only a half hour. His family had moved to a different state so he could attend a very upscale boarding school. His parents were very serious about him getting a good education. I couldn’t say the same about him. But he was forced to go anyway and we had lost connection after a few months of him moving. 

I felt dizzy as my feet met the concrete as I stepped out of the car at the airport pick up area. My mom and dad were leading the way and I tried calming my nerves. 

“You nervous?” S/n asked, as if she could read my thoughts. 

I gave her a weak smile. Well, so much for appearing strong.

“You’ll be fine, y/n,” B/n chuckled, punching my shoulder as he walked by my side. 

I wasn’t in the mood for his shenanigans today.

“Stop, b/n,” I rolled my eyes.

“Are you two going to date? I remember when you guys were younger everyone thought you would. Too bad your boy’s a nerd. Actually, that’d be perfect, since you’re a nerd, too,” B/n chuckled at his own stupid joke and I pounced on him. I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and he was on my last nerve. I didn’t even have proper time to look like a decent human being, so I was already feeling grumpy. I shoved him and he shoved back resulting in a childish war between us that if I was in a normal state of mind I’d consider immature, but my nerves had made me agitated and b/n had put me in a bad mood. 

In the background of our grunts and wrestling, I could hear people’s voices, some faintly familiar and the others belonging to my parents. 

“Y/N! B/N!” My dad’s voice boomed and we both immediately stopped. 

“Your prince charming’s here,” b/n snickered. 

I slapped him upside the head. “Shut the fuck up!” I snarled into his ear. 

And now, in a horrible state of fashion, with my hair and clothes mussed up from the roughhousing with my brother, my eyes met c/n’s. And I was a goner. His look had improved over the years, his hair swept back in the hottest looking messy bed head I’d ever seen (I was assuming from the airport trip), and he’d gotten more toned and built. I could tell by seeing the muscles under his thin sweater. But one thing hadn’t changed at all and that was the way his beautiful e/c eyes pierced into mine, making my stomach flip. His lips pulled upwards slightly and I thought I saw a slight tinge of red color his cheeks. 

“Oh my lord, y/n, you’ve definitely grown haven’t you?” C/n’s mom exclaimed looking me up and down, beaming from ear to ear. 

I smiled shyly and felt c/n’s gaze check me up and down, making me blush a deep red. Oh god, this was embarrassing. 


Back at the house, my mom led c/n’s parents to the guest room and me and c/n to the hallway leading to my bedroom. 

“So, Mr. and Mrs. c/l/n will be taking the guest room, y/n. That leaves c/n to sleep in your room. You ok with that kids?” Mom asked and out of the corner of my eye I saw c/n drop his suitcase that he’d been struggling with. I turned to see a shocked look on his face. His face was a bright red, eyes wide. He quickly picked up the suitcase and I took his hand, suddenly just wanting this awkward atmosphere to be gone already. 

I rolled my eyes, passing my mom in the hallway as I said, “We’re fine, Mom.”

I felt a warm buzz between our joined hands as I entered my room. 

“Alright, so my bed’s already occupied, obviously by me, but we have a blow up mattress that you can use. You can make yourself at home however you like. The bathroom’s across the hall if you need to use it. Anything you need?”

“Umm, no I should be good.” C/n cleared his throat awkwardly. 

Neither one of us moved. We just stood, staring at each other. Until c/n pulled his eyes away, recognizing something on my nightstand. 

“You still have this picture of us?” His voice was surprisingly soft.

I scratched the back of my neck, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, I mean that was one of my best memories.” 

I inched closer to him, looking over his shoulder at the photo of our younger selves beaming, sun-kissed skin and eyes shining as bright as the lake behind us in the background. C/n had ice cream smeared all over his face and I was holding the cone, a devilish grin on my face. I had an unashamedly good time smearing all that ice cream on his face. He had put up a good fight, but I had eventually managed to coat his face in the cold substance.

“I missed this,” c/n said, and I could hear the bittersweet smile in his voice. 

“Me too.”

“I have not missed the sticky ice cream, though,” c/n chuckled, turning around. 

I laughed a full laugh this time, not my awkward one. 

“Aww, really? That was my favorite part,” I giggled. 

He looked into my eyes, and I felt a pull towards him. I noticed we were much closer than we were before. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. 

“Whoo! It’s getting hot in here!” 

We jumped apart at the sound of my brother’s obnoxious voice. My cheeks flushed, with embarrassment and anger. I grabbed one of my pillows and chucked it at him. 

“Fuck off!” I yelled as he walked away laughing.

“Be safe!” He called back. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I grumbled, burying my face in my hands, sitting back on my bed. 

“It’s ok… It’s not you’re fault your brother is an asshole,” he said, trying to lighten the mood and sitting next to me. 

He gently pulled my hands away from my face, and I met his eyes. He didn’t let go of my hands, instead he joined them. 

“Would it bother you so much if someone suspected us to be together?” He asked, sudden worry clouding his gorgeous features.

“Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?” I asked bewildered. I was walking on eggshells right now. I couldn’t reveal my true feelings to him.

“No…I mean…it’s your brother first of all and he’s always been like that with us,” he chuckled and I did the same. “But even if it was someone else I wouldn’t mind at all. I would feel lucky that people would think I’m that deserving to be with you,” He looked up from our hands at me shyly. 

My heart was beating so hard I thought I didn’t hear him right. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I mean here I am just returning from not talking to you in ages and you probably forgot all about me–”

“I never forgot about you,” I said finding my voice, moving closer to emphasize my words. 

His eyes bore into mine. 

“I never forgot about you and all the memories we made. Like when we pulled that prank on our class and we got suspended for a couple days. And when we spent our birthdays together running down the streets in the dead of night, high off sugar. And when we dressed up every halloween in costumes that matched somehow. And all the times I smeared food on your face, saying I won, when I know you let me because you’re just that much of a gentleman,” I smiled, and I saw him grin at the reminiscing. 

“I couldn’t forget about you even if I tried,” I finished, squeezing his hands. 

He let out a shaky breath and I saw a playful look overtake the somber expression on his face. “Why did you like smearing food over my face so much?”

“Because your face was so cute I couldn’t handle looking at it the way it was. It was torture,” I giggled. 

We were so close, I could smell his natural scent. It was intoxicating. He still smelled the same after all these years. Like home. 

Was cute? Are you saying I’m not cute anymore?” He said brushing our noses. 

I pushed him onto his back, hovering over his lips, taking in how irresistible he looked–eyes wide, lips parted, pleasant surprise and desire crossing over his features. 

“Yeah, you were cute. Now you’re so fucking,” I pressed my lips to his, “Hot.” 

A slight whimper escaped his mouth as I let my body lay on his taking in the feeling of his body under mine. Strong, steady. As his arms wrapped around me and his lips joined mine in a sensual dance I realized that even though he was the one who was miles from his home, I was the one who felt like I had finally just reached my home. He tangled his hands in my locks and I knew he felt the same way. 

  • Me: *smile* Do you like my new Halloween decorations?
  • Visitor: I don't believe in Halloween because I'm a Christian.
  • Me: Oh. Okay.
  • Me: *awkward silence*
  • Me: *smile* So what's your favorite holiday?
  • Visitor: Easter
  • Me: Oh...
  • Me: *thinks--the holiday that celebrates the resurrection of Christ...on a different day every year depending on the phase of the moon....with the eating of chocolate eggs and bunnies to commemorate the pagan spring festival of fertility...
  • Me: *different kind of smile* that's nice!
1,000 Follower Celebration!

Well, well, well.  I have officially become a 1K blog. Which means 1,000 of you are probably severely disappointed every time you see me post something and I apologize. 

TO CELEBRATE I figured I’d do something a little different because I’m still fulfilling requests and my Halloween requests will be open within the next few days. Another “hobby” of mine is analyzing and understanding Zodiac signs and reading the stars. I know a lot of you are probably giving your screens the same look I get when I say that out loud to people. Guess, what? I don’t care.

So here’s what we’re doing

  1. Send me a superstar (Male or female, any promotion) 
  2. I’ll check their Sun, Moon, and Rising signs and give you a brief but semi detailed description of their personality
  3. Hell, just for some extra fun, I’ll thrown in sign compatibility.

Now I’ll probably have to guess on the rising sign because I doubt that there’s a time of day listed for when these people were born.       Let’s do this! And thank you all for following me.

misku-nimfa  asked:

Everyone during autumn :D

A/N: For Allura and Coran I’m writing this under the assumption that fall on Altea is same as Earth!


  • When Lance was younger it was always his job to rake up the leaves at his home during fall. But he always makes the biggest leaf pile he can and jumps into it at least twice before he actually cleans them up.
  • It could be September 1st and Lance is already breaking out the sweaters.
    • “Lance it’s still like 20° outside.” “YOU CAN’T STOP ME SHIRO.”
    • “It’s time to decorate for Halloween!” “Lance no.” “Lance yES.”


  • During fall Keith wears a beanie EVERYWHERE, but no one complains because he looks so good in it.
  • Keith goes riding a lot during fall, he likes the feeling of the cool wind biting his face without it being super cold like winter.
  • Guess what? Keith likes drinking tea. Don’t tell Lance though. During fall Keith is almost always carrying around a mug of tea and brews about 5 or 6 teapots worth every day. When he’s stressed the number of teapots brewed doubles.
    • During times like those Shiro makes him drink low caffeine tea because he is a Concerned Dad™


  • Hunk lives off of pumpkin spice latte during fall
  • Hunk knows how to knit! So during fall he’ll start knitting a bunch of scarves and hats for the paladins to wear for the upcoming winter
  • Hunk feels the urge to bake during fall the strongest out of all the seasons. His favourite thing to bake is pumpkin pie and cobbler.
    • When everyone hears Hunk is making cobbler they beeline for the kitchen so they can have the first piece.


  • Pidge loves sweater weather, she has like 20+ sweaters that she wears specifically in fall.
  • She’ll usually be found reading books under the shade of a large maple tree for hours on end. One time Shiro found her asleep with a book on her chest and had to carry her back inside.
  • Secretly loves the crunch crunch sound when she walks on leaves, and when she’s alone she’ll walk on the sides of the sidewalk to step on all the leaves.


  • Fall is Shiro’s favourite season, he appreciates the aesthetic and likes watching how the world changes in preparation for winter.
  • He likes spending his time walking around parks and enjoying the view of the leaves changing colour.
  • If anyone can pull of those trench coat jackets during fall, it’s Shiro.
    • He looks the best in a cardigan though.


  • Allura is like the fall fashion goddess, all her outfits are always on point and other girls are jealous of the princess’ fashion sense.
  • One time Lance got her to jump in leave piles with him. She didn’t understand the point in it in the beginning but after she did it she and Lance jumped in leaf piles for the rest of the day.
  • Fall is the time when Allura likes trying out like 100 different hairstyles to go with her changing outfits.
    • It always looks so good.


  • Coran isn’t a big fan of winter, so during fall he goes out as much as possible to enjoy the weather before it becomes a frozen hellscape.
  • Coran is the one that cleans up the leaves after Lance and Allura are done jumping around in them.
    • He is Tired.
  • Coran likes collecting leaves and keeps them pressed in between a small notebook that Pidge gave him.