#Halloween thrills

[aurum-rays]

Why do we have such fewer "Halloween Core" movies? When I say Halloween movies I don't mean every other scary movie out there. No! I'm talking about a movie that shows Halloween being celebrated. Streets and houses with spooky decorations. Kids running for trick-or-treats. Some friend gang trying to bust into a haunted house on the night of Halloween. Show me this!

Show me a movie where the frames have a bunch of jack-o-lanterns every 5 seconds.

Show me people dressed up as anything and everything - Batman, Pac-Man, werewolf, anything.

Anything but some cheap slasher thriller that has 90% of the movie shot in the dark.

I'm not saying we don't have Halloween core movies at all, but not as many as they should be.

There needs to be more!

I mean look at Christmas movies.

Any random movie cannot be termed as a Christmas movie. Christmas movies are where Christmas is celebrated. There's drama, there's a feel-good vibe, there's romance, there's snow and pretty lights and Santa's and Christmas trees and families and kids- that's the whole vibe of a Christmas movie. And we have so many of them(too many to be honest).

A simple romcom cannot be termed as a Christmas movie. The same way a simple horror movie cannot be a Halloween movie. No. Give me Halloween core. More of it. Please!!

[artrsw]

👻 Ghouls just want to have fun! Time to let your spooky side loose and enjoy the thrills of Halloween night. Let the haunting begin! 🎃🕸️ Click this link : https://tinyurl.com/yrf4fen7

[pumpkajelly]

I know low - extreme ride intensity is all pretty subjective so just answer however related to however you feel about it! 🎢

(And feel free to put your number and additional thoughts in the tags if you're curious about your mutuals' amusement park thoughts 👀)

[londondungeon2]

concept with jade leech

there is no dire-beast inside the mirror chamber, and there are no ghosts inhabiting ramshackle. it is simply: you, alone in a rundown building, after the headmaster leaves.

you have been pinching yourself through the day. little crescent marks litter your wrist.

for the past six or so hours, you have been trying really hard to wake up from this dream. nothing is working. desolate, you take to wandering the house.

you know your imagination is strong but an entire college, idiosyncratic characters, and an entire furnished building is a bit complex. still, you card through the squabble, hoping to unearth some mistake in physics that will tell you that this is a dream. that search ends abruptly when you find a loose floorboard and the fragile wood underneath you gives out like a snapped cracker.

you land hard.

ten feet down in the basement, lying on your back.

blinking away dust, your eyes land upon the piece of wood speared cleanly through your abdomen.

the pain tells you this is too much to be a dream.

it is a full two hours you lie there immobile. you try rolling on your side, hoping to at least stand up, but each motion is anguish in an ineffable amount. you wrap your hands around the red wood and try to pull; it leads to your eyeballs rolling so far back you see new colors. skin shining with generous sweat and dipping in and out of consciousness, you lie there and bid limited time until someone from this new world comes to find you. the headmaster will eventually come back, right?

you think about a multitude of things.

you think about how if your corpse withers here, the puss running out your orifices will look like cream cheese.

you think about how the glittering wands those students held might work, is it like harry potter or a unique universe.

you think about how you still had to go to work tomorrow in your own original universe, attend classes, hope plans with friends don’t fall through so you laugh carefree without lungfuls of blood.

your last slip from consciousness to eternal unconsciousness, you think about home. the bed you slept in, the books read and films watched, the snack wrappers on the sheets, what a comforting waste.

you drift off, expecting to be jolted awake again by your own feverish mind, and die, bleeding out on ramshackle’s basement floor.

it takes azul awhile to gain ramshackle’s dorm.

the one new student he saw during the opening ceremony apparently stayed there one night and fled the next morning. as the headmaster’s report goes, crowley found no one living there when he went to check the following day. however, the usage of ramshackle by that magicless student opened up a gate of opportunity and azul did not let it go to waste.

the negotiations took awhile and the proper refurbishment will have to be done. but just before winter exams, azul has managed to secure himself a second location for mostro lounge.

first, damages have to be assessed.

the building is disgusting, rundown, and simply inhabitable. busy with the 250 students he has under contract, azul assigns jade to spend a november afternoon there and make note of what they need to start repairing first.

azul really hopes the plumbing is salvageable. the cost would be through the roof if otherwise.

so jade, hand over his heart, promises to survey ramshackle the next day and outline a list of high priority repairs to stuff they can skimp upon in the budget.

jade’s excited. the mountains he treks are northwest and ramshackle is northeast; this will provide him a new opportunity to see what kind of mushroom may lie on that side of the island. …oh, and he supposes he will also assist azul in his endeavor as well.

the next day, he spends half of the allotted time foraging outside of ramshackle before he actually walks into the building. i should make this quick and efficient. i only have thirty minutes left. notepad in hand, he starts to investigate the wreckage.

uninhabited and ugly. those are the two words that rise to jade’s mind first. truly, it is a lovely space and it would be a disgrace to see it painted in shades of lilac and oceanic decor. but, it will be entertaining nonetheless to see azul’s business expand.

yet, as he’s walking down the halls, jade cannot help but think he is hearing a second pair of footsteps just behind him.

yes, ramshackle is ugly but it does not seem to be as uninhabited as he thought. how intriguing.

so, sadistic grin blooming, jade decides to play a game. he will ignore this secondary person and continue on, waiting anxiously to see what will happen. he marks down his observations, all while feeling a pair of eyes upon his neck. lighting on the first floor needs fixing. the water runs orange in the upstairs sink. nothing entirely formidable has happen yet, but he hopes it will.

jade cannot wait to see if this ghost can turn his skin inside out, or perhaps drop a floorboard on top of his head, the possibilities are endless. it all has jade’s toes squirming in his dress shoes in anticipation.

however, his thirty minutes are up before he can descend the basement stairs and nothing has happened yet.

which is disappointing.

he’ll be back again tomorrow so there is always a chance for something then.

however, he had hoped for something to happen now.

just as jade is walking out the door, list and bag of mushrooms in hand, something ice cold tickles the hairs on his neck. frigid like home. he barely gets a chance to dwell on it before five frozen fingers wrap themselves around his throat and shove him down the porch steps.

the door to ramshackle slams shut.

sprawled on the ground, jade reaches his hand up to the idents on the column of skin, the previous touch thawing out.

he cannot help the deep blush that comes up to his face.

with a deep breath, his own gloves fingers still hovering over the lost embrace, jade stands up and pats himself down. he looks upon the closed door with a hunger in his eyes.

yes, tomorrow he will be back.

and he hopes this ghost will act up again because they have so much more allure to jade than a second mostro lounge.

[myntesuniverse]

Happy Halloween!

Started this at the witching hour so I wouldn't miss posting today, haha!

[puppetsoftomorrow]

i imagine when the avalance kid is like 6 she spends the whole month of october deliberating on what her halloween costume shld be, and all the legends are trying to have her pick their costume, using gideon to fabricate tiny versions of their suits, but the kid kinds of sees them as her parents lame friends and goes with supergirl instead. kara is so pleased she shows up in full costume to the kid's halloween party. it makes local headlines.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

taking my 10 year old son out for his first cider in a field #happybirthday

[coolnonsenseworld]

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[thatsbelievable]

THE MONSTROUS ADVENTURES OF MUMMY MAN AND WAFFLES by me (Steve Behling) and illustrator Robb Mommaerts is number 720 on the Amazon Children’s Halloween Books list! WOOOOOOO!!!!

It’s every kid’s dream to be #720, and we fully embrace it. Now, only [counts quietly to self] 719 spots to go until we’re number one!

In the meantime, we need one of those “We’re #1!” foam gloves but it has 720 fingers and says, “We’re #720!”

[sysig]

Maybe requestober prompt of soft?

Day 5 - Pile o' plushies

[byler-alarmist]

Bubbline was my OG wlw ship (well. I might be forgetting an earlier one, but that was the first I remember simping for). It's felt so validating over the years watching them go from fanon, to semi-canon, to canon, to REALLY canon, to the point where even their genderswapped au counterparts are canon and they even get a toxic yuri au in canon.

The recent episode of Fionna and Cake (The Star) brought me right back to the magic.

If anything, Gumlee just reinforces how much I love Bubbline. They are drawn to each other in every universe!! I had to rewatch Distant Lands: Obsidian tonight and cry about it

[somegrumpynerd]

Since it's almost halloween, what do you guys think some of the sanses would dress up as? :o

[rainbowthefox]

SCARY GODMOTHER FANS!!! A FULL COMPENDIUM IS GOING TO BE RELEASED THIS OCTOBER!!

[thespiralstaircasewriter]

Me in the arms of this time of the year

[orbital-inclination]

argument: Nightmare is well fed on Halloween because the holiday is chalk full of negative feelings, specifically, fear. counter-argument: Thanks Giving harbors more potential for negativity then all the mainstream american-centric holidays combined, second only to Valentine's Day (for Valentine’s Days specifically: ill timed break ups. loneliness. and said loneliness being rubbed in your face by commerce.)

Halloween is second only to Christmas in it's production of sheer glee.

[hairscare]

im so excited to be unemployed again in a month oh my god