#halloween party night

[drblackstar]

(via "Halloween Party: Vector art duatone Halloween Poster with Cat" Mouse Pad for Sale by DrBlackstar)

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: slasher

[loecassia]

Their nosy asses are ripping your low effort costume to shreds

[neon-halloween]

Mrat

[redlettermediathings]

[oldpotatoe]

as many of you know, gaza has now gone dark.

targeted israeli strikes have wiped out the telecommunications infrastructure. phone lines and internet services are gone. gazans cannot call their loved ones to check if they are still alive. they cannot call for ambulances for aid. if they survive the increased bombardment tonight and the following nights, they will bleed out alone with no aid.

now i will tell you what will happen in the next few days/weeks, and i pray it to be untrue. unfortunately the apartheid state, also known as israel, has been quite obvious and transparent with their plans.

the stated goal of many politicians over the years from israel, including netanyahu, has been to have the entire strip of land of gaza as israel, with no separate region for palestinians. i am not going to provide links, google is free and i am fucking tired.

what they had done before tonight, in the last two weeks, was destroy over 50% of buildings in gaza city as well as neighbouring areas, so gazans have nowhere to return to. gazans have been forced south, and israel will use this opportunity to have troops in north gaza (currently referred to as the ground invasion) advancing south while bombing "h*mas sites" in the south. israel will do this knowing there are plenty more civilians there that will die, causing terror and panic and having palestinians want to flee to anywhere, anywhere that is safe.

israel is doing this in the hopes that this panic and terror will convince egypt to open the border (well, the border israel isn't currently bombing) so that palestinians can escape to the sinai desert in egypt.

once survivors leave, the area that is currently the gaza strip will 1) be reduced in size if a lot of palestinians stay, should they not be bombed out of existence, or 2) be entirely absorbed into israel if very few palestinians stay, which is the ultimate aim of israel. those remaining palestinians will be moved to the west bank, or the remainder of gaza will be converted to west bank conditions where they'd go through the same problems palestinians in the west bank go through (reduced access to water, checkpoints to go from any place to any place within their own land, getting dispossessed, or randomly killed by racist extremist settlers).

now, egypt has been adamant not to displace the palestinians. in online discourse, people have been dehumanising palestinians by talking about past disruptions in other refugee areas and saying that is why egypt does not want to take them. while there may be slight truth to this from egypt's perspective, the major reason egypt is refusing is that no palestinian refugee abroad has even been given the right to return to their own land. and this will be the fate of gazans if they are made to leave in a mass exodus to egypt/other neighbouring countries such as jordan, which these leaflets from army-backed israeli are threatening palestinians with (photo from salfit in the occupied west bank):

therefore, what i likely see happening is the above bombardment (in increased numbers now that gaza has gone dark) -> mass panic in gaza, more so now that gazans are cornered in the south -> a reluctant egypt, but with the US will promise a large amount of "aid" money to egypt to facilitate the mass exodus of palestinians, the borders will open.

palestinians will be forced out. israelis are already planning on hoovering up the prime real estate there, for amusements park no less!

this is nabka 2.0. this is genocide.

btw, as we speak: israel's leading newspaper is already making claims that h*mas's main operation base is under shifa hospital. the hospital currently housing 50,000 displaced palestinians. the idf is claiming h*mas is using the hospital as a human shield, which is their new favourite phrase to justify killing civilians. so you already know what to expect in the news.

[hev-mark-iv]

This comedian fucking sucks.

[thegirl-in3z]

🎃 SEE’S CANDIES 🍫

[marvel]

POV: You're invited to our Agatha All Along watch party.

See the rest of the inspo on Pinterest — new episode streaming tonight at 6PM PT on Disney+!

[thathalloweenyfeeling]

Halloween Houses, 2023

[spookysalem13]

I need friends who will do this with me 🖤

[halloweenisallyear]

Do you still go trick or treating?

[chocolateteapotsvis]

Happy Halloween!

[tw1nkee28]

Hey guys

We're getting awfully close to Halloween, huh?

[neon-halloween]

[californ1asnow]

Needy

Mike Schmidt x reader

blurb, smut without any satisfaction. MxF (F receiving). Thigh riding?? 18+

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word count: 694

Mike Schmidt has a thing for making you flustered.

He’s not sure when or how it happened but all he knows is that he’s got to be careful whenever you’re both in public, in case things might get too out of hand.

Like right now.

It’s Halloween night and Abby is staying over with her friend, which meant you and Mike were able to go out and party. A rare occasion considering the fact that the two of you were always watching her.

You were invited by a mutual acquaintance and had convinced Mike the day before to come with you, beckoning him with a night off and free alcohol. What he didn’t realize was how revealing your outfit would be, and how turned on it would make him.

You’re wearing a black jumpsuit with a low cut V-neck, purple cape, and heels tall enough that accentuated the long curves of your legs. Your hips are robust in comparison to the tight suit, giving your figure a nice look. And by god is Mike all but crumbling at the sight of you.

Maybe it’s the outfit or maybe it’s all the alcohol he’s consumed, either way he doesn’t care, he knows he needs you tonight. Right now.

That’s how you’ve ended up flush against the wall of a random stranger’s bedroom. Hands digging aggressively into the flesh of your hips, his lips are pressed hot against yours. You grasp wildly at the buckle of his jeans, pleading for them to come off.

He mumbles into your ear about something unimportant, most likely suggesting the two of you should get home. A shaky breath escapes him after you pull his hips closer into your own.

“Can’t,” you whisper back, voice deep with lust, “I can’t wait until then.”

“Fuck it,” he says, voice stern. Hot, calloused hands travel down the length of your back, tracing the curve of your ass, before pulling you up and around his waist. Without breaking contact with your swollen lips, he moves to make his way to the nearby bed.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire with every touch he makes. The rapid rise and fall of your chest with each excited breath causes you to shiver. Mike’s lips trail down the side of your jaw, peppering wet, open mouthed kisses across your skin.

Your jumpsuit and his shirt sit forgotten together in a pile on the floor. Only your underwear and his jeans separating both bodies.

You grind your hips as deeply as you can against his clothed boner, enticing a moan out of the both of you. He’s attached to your neck, sucking hard enough to surely leave a dark bruise for the next day. The whimper that escapes your throat is breathy, a sign of how needy you are for his touch.

“Shh baby girl,” he hushes, “no one can know we’re in here.” He mumbles against your skin, a low groan following as he presses you further into his hips.

Your clothed folds rub sickeningly slowly against him, causing you to whine for more friction. Mike takes note of the needy sound, and strips you free from the fabric. His hands grab at the sides of your waist, gently rocking you to a steady rhythm against him.

The rigid feeling of denim against your sensitive clit is enough to drive you crazy. Your stomach twists with the budding sensation of your first orgasim. The pleasure starts to wrack your body, but before you’re able to fully relish in it someone knocks at the door.

Mike hurriedly, but gently, pushes you off of him and collects his shirt. You find a spot to hide and he opens the door, greeting the person standing behind it. He hopes the person is too intoxicated to notice the wet spot you left on his thigh from your near orgasim. They exchange a few words before Mike convinces them to leave, and soon he’s back by your side.

“‘M sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “let me make it up to you.”

You’ll realize the next day how hoarse your voice would be from moaning his name all night.