costume equality


26 Halloween Costumes That Never, Ever Needed To Be Sexy

Ah, Halloween. That wonderful time of year when we all get to overindulge in candy and dress up in our favorite ghoulish or clever costumes. It’s also, of course, a time when companies trot out the classic “sexy” costume for women. A cop becomes a “sexy” cop, a nurse becomes a “sexy” nurse, and a nerd becomes a “sexy” nerd – the less fabric, the better. 

Today i heard a woman yell at her son “No you CAN’T dress up as Harley Quinn for Halloween. She’s a girl and you’re a boy”
I later turned out had to ring her out so I asked them her son,
“What are your plans for Halloween?”
The mom turned to him and said angrily
“Yeah! Go ahead tell her YOUR ideas! She how she feels about IT” So he tells me politely that he wants to be a banana or Harley Quinn. So I said happily to him “go ahead and be Harley Quinn! She’s a great character and it’s cool seeing young boys wanting to dress up as female characters without feeling judged.”
the mom then went on to say “Well…its just..she’s a girl character he could be any character but her.”
I went ahead and said to her
“Well, lots of girls dress up as male characters, so why is it weird if a guy wants to dress up as a female one? He doesn’t have to wear a skirt or dress, but still representing a character they like is great!”
So the mother goes on to say
“Well…its not weird…but im the mom and its really weird if he does it, but again its not weird!”
and im just staring at her cause im like

regardless her son was really happy to hear someone support him in his decision and i really hope he does dress up like her for halloween.

  • Suzaku: I didn't want be you... [free-falling during Lelouch's grand introduction speech, as if everybody there didn't already know all his titles and roles] I should have arrested you when I had the chance!
  • Lelouch: You knew it was me?
  • Suzaku: I wasn't sure at first, so I convinced myself that it wasn't true. I REALLY wanted to believe in you. But you were lying to us -- to ME!
  • Lelouch: Yes, and now--
  • Suzaku: All those clues, and I just looked the other way. Because I LOVED you!
  • Lelouch: [loses his cool and panics for first time] Wait, past tense?!
  • Suzaku: The late nights, the strange phone calls, the way you always seemed too informed...
  • Lelouch: Seriously, Suzaku, did you STOP loving me?!
  • Suzaku: The same dramatic gestures and poses, the same burning hatred for Britannia, the same noodle body type...
  • Lelouch: You're not answering--!
  • Suzaku: ...the way that your height plus the costume high heels equals Zero's height...
  • Suzaku: ...the way your eyes snap to attention during math class whenever we're talking about Absolute Zero...
  • Suzaku: ...the Zero cape I found in your laundry basket, the Zero mask under your loose floorboards where we keep THOSE supplies, the sent text message from when you borrowed my phone to contact a "gambling acquaintance" and automatically signed it "-Zero"...
  • Suzaku: ...the collage of flattering pictures you have of Zero on your bedroom wall with the headline "I AM AMAZING!"...
  • Lelouch: Because I *AM* amazing. Let's not forget the important details. [dramatic pose with swishing cape]
  • Suzaku: ...the way you talk in your sleep and confess your identity as Zero into my neck as we spoon...
  • Lelouch: COMPLETELY unintentional, that one.
  • Suzaku: I honestly don't know how I didn't see this coming, Lelouch.
  • Lelouch: Not even my genius can explain your idiocy, Suzaku. Now, do you still love me or not?!
  • Suzaku: [blinks] Of course I love you! How is that even a QUESTION, Lelouch?
  • Lelouch: Well, you hate Zero...and I've been lying to you this whole time...about being Zero...
  • Suzaku: No, no, you misunderstood. You weren't completely lying. You were TRYING to tell me in your own way. Well, lots of ways. I see that now, looking back.
  • Lelouch: Yeah, so maybe the lying part isn't so cut-and-dry, but I'm still Zero.
  • Suzaku: You've always been, right? So nothing's really different.
  • Lelouch: Except you know for sure that it's my attractive face behind the mask.
  • Suzaku: I think a part of me always knew. Deep inside. And I kept going back to you then, so I don't see a reason to change that now.
  • Lelouch: Good. You're not that mad anymore.
  • Suzaku: Oh, I'm still furious. You're sleeping on the couch, Lelouch. And don't think I really threw away that sexy cat costume Milly picked out.
  • Lelouch: You are a master of cruel and unusual punishment, Suzaku. I'd almost rather be dragged before my father and stripped of my dignity. ALMOST.
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These Offensive Halloween Costumes Are Frighteningly Ignorant

It wouldn’t be Halloween season without the following standard racist, sexist and all-around offensive costumes. “But it’s all in good fun!” you probably want to exclaim. 

Remember, most groups of people don’t like their identities reduced to a drunken disguise.

Please see this definitive on how guide to avoid dressing up as an uninformed jerk this year here.

Disney Store Ditches Identifying Halloween Costumes By Gender
The Disney Store has taken a step to make sure that kids feel encouraged to choose from any of its Halloween costumes, regardless of their gender. In the past, Disney promoted its Halloween costumes by

“The Disney Store has taken a step to make sure that kids feel encouraged to choose from any of its Halloween costumes, regardless of their gender.

In the past, Disney promoted its Halloween costumes by identifying them as either girls’ costumes or boys’ costumes.

For Halloween this year, the company’s site is promoting costumes “for kids” and “for baby.” This means kids have all of the store’s options at their little fingertips, not just costumes traditionally deemed appropriate for their gender.”

Read the full piece here

Everyone always writes about Niall meeting your family/friends. What about Niall bringing you home for Christmas and meeting his friends, doing the 12 pubs of christmas and getting the rough irish craic/teasing and maybe showing you around mullingar. Where he went to school, where bobby works, his favorite late night food place. It would be cute and well, bressie can be involved. ;)


Your knee started to bounce as you passed a sign reading, “Welcome to Mullingar.”

“Look, Niall, we’re here!” you exclaimed, pointing.

From the driver’s seat, Niall reached over and squeezed your thigh with a laugh. “I know, love. I’ve been here before.”

“You have to show me everything. I want the exclusive Niall Horan of Mullingar tour. School, park, where you had your first kiss, everything.” You covered his large hand on your knee and watched the town roll by your window. It was your first time in Ireland and you were struck by its beauty and charm. Unable to contain your excitement, you continued to point out sights.

“Niall, look at that church! It’s beautiful.” Pointing out a park, you asked, “Wait! Is that the one you were telling me about? The one where you hurt your knee that one time?”

He answered all of your questions and drove you through some side streets to facilitate your tour wishes. Turning to face you, he smiled, a dimple appearing in the apple of his cheek, his blue eyes shining.

“Well?” he asked. “Seen enough?”

“What? No, Niall, I want to see everything.”

Shaking his head, he laughed at you but you could see in the way he described the places you passed, he loved showing you around.

He took you by his old school and related memories about getting in trouble in class. One of his old teachers was walking by and he slowed the rented Range Rover down to say “hi.” You smiled as you listened to Mr. Murphy congratulate Niall on his success, sharing his pride in your hardworking boyfriend.

At Tesco, you visited Bobby at work. He greeted you with a big hug and a loud kiss on the cheek before he happily introduced you to his coworkers. When one asked Niall’s dad about when you were going to get married, you blushed and buried your head into Niall’s shoulder.

“One day,” Niall answered with a smirk. He slung his arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, you’ll hear about it,” he reassured everyone. “You know we’re going to do it here in Mullingar.”

Bobby left work so he could go back to the house with you. He would be joining the group that was going out for the 12 Pubs of Christmas. You were incredibly grateful for this. Meeting a lot of new people was tough and it’d be nice to have another ally.

As you got ready, you mentally prepared yourself for the night ahead. Completing a 12 Pubs of Christmas was strenuous enough for even the seasoned drinker and you were a borderline lightweight. Meanly, you prayed that Niall’s acid reflux would kick in after only a few pubs so you weren’t the first adversely affected by alcohol.

A loud knock sounded at the door before a large man pushed it open and stepped through the threshold.

“Happy Christmas,” Bressie announced as he made his way into the room with a Santa Claus hat on his head.

Niall hugged his friend before introducing him to you.

“Love, come meet this giant. This is Niall Breslin. Bres, this is my girl, (y/n).”

Bressie pulled you in for a tight hug. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. You must be pretty amazing to put up with this kid.”

You shrugged and smirked back at the tall brunette, feeling an instant comfort in his presence. “I try,” you replied with a giggle.

Bobby, joined you and the four of you climbed into Bressie’s car to head to the first pub. Once there, you were quickly introduced to at least 10 new people whose names already escaped you. There was at least one other Niall in the group, you noted.

Everyone was dressed festively in Christmas sweaters and Santa hats. While you made your way to the back corner with the group, you took in the other groups, equally costumed, enjoying their own pub crawls.

“Rules for pub number one,” Bressie announced to the group, “you cannot speak in an Irish accent.”

“Easy for me!” you announced in your American accent, raising your arms in victory.

“No, no,” Niall interjected, with an Australian accent, careful not to break the rules. “The rule is you can’t speak in your native accent! You already lost, you have to take a shot.”

Your eyes widened in panic as you look at your boyfriend. Shit! You were gonna end up drunk so fast. Plus, you were terrible at accents.

“That’s not what he said!” you protested.

“Oh that’s two.” Bobby affected a Scottish accent and pointed at you and you slumped in your seat, crossing your arms across your chest in an exaggerated pout.

Two shots were placed in front of you and you threw them back gamely, giving your boyfriend a smug smile. Your group worked on the pints in front of them and you laughed as they bantered back and forth. Despite the fact that you had barely sipped from your own pint, it was almost empty. Bressie winked at you as you caught him helping you.

Niall slung his arm around your neck and pulled you close. “Sorry about the shot, love. Having a good time?” he asked, his low voice rumbling directly in your ear. His Australian accent was really good and you had to admit it was kinda hot.

“Yes this is good craic,” you replied with a bad Irish accent.

He threw his head back with a laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing and you leaned up and kissed his chin softly.

“Ready for round two?” You groaned in reply, giving him a smirk.

At the second pub, the rule was that someone else had to feed you your drink. Niall held your beer stein to your lips and you opened your mouth to allow the cool liquid to be poured between your lips. With a mischievous smirk, he continued to drink as your eyes widened in panic. You stepped back with a cough, some beer spilling down your chin. You wiped it off with the back of your hand before shoving him in the shoulder.

“Your turn, hot shot,” you said, lifting his pint in front of him.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He straightened his Santa hat and turned to you, opening his mouth. Giggling, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his soft pink lips. You could feel his smile against yours and his strong arm wrapped around your waist. Pressed against his warm, solid frame, you breathed him, opening your lips to invite his tongue into your mouth. Catcalls sounded around the table and you broke away, blushing.


“I don’t think she’s gonna make it, Horan,” Bressie said as your head dropped against the large man’s shoulder. The rule at this pub was you couldn’t sit and you were having trouble staying upright. Bressie’s enormous side was closest so you leaned against him.

“No, no, I can totally hang. Just, I need to take a little break,” you mumbled. The men at the table all laughed as your eyes closed.

Niall pushed your hair back and lifted your head off of his friend with his hand on your cheeks. “It’s ok, love. No one expected you to make it to all twelve….”

“What?” you interrupted. You stood straight swiftly and clutched the table as the room began to sway. “I can do,” you hiccupped, “I can make it to all twelve. How many more do we have?”

“This is number four,” Bressie replied with a laugh.

You groaned and sat down, resting your head on the table. “Never mind. I give up. Y’all may as well just leave me here.”


Man Shows How To Get The Kim Davis Look In Unbelievable Makeup Tutorial

A Colorado-based artist and cosmetologist demonstrates how you, too, can look like Kim Davis.Just in time for Halloween, Jan Bonito shared his expert makeup tutorial on his Instagram. In a 15-second clip set to En Vogue’s “Never Gonna Get It,” Bonito seemingly transforms into the beleaguered Kentucky county clerk, who defiantly refuses to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples. 

Just in time for Halloween.

If you’re on tumblr at 9:20 in the evening, congrats+sorry, you get to see my Dragon Age beefcake art.

(Fenris is next once I figure out what he’d be doing in a beefcake portrait, aside from scowling).

(and then maybe Inquisition???)