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#first new thing on the new blog oooOooOO spooky halloweeny#me going crazy over here queueing n tagging a bunch of old posts w a tired n throbbing wrist#i luv u guys#thank u#headers18#halloween18#gn#truly thank u i’ve queued 65 n there’s still a bunch more to be tagged & queued#honestly getting teary at ppl’s kindness thank u#i’m just a silly little fool full of love for everyone who helped or had kind words n support#just a blog but i had it for so longgg#i had been feeling a bit of a block for quite a while too n seeing all the old stuff n what has appealed to diff ppl has kinda like#motivated me#ok leave the tags alone now harly
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iamhalsey: and from my bed: a 2018 TBT of me trying on my poison ivy costume for the first time. I miss being ~*tour shredded*~ but also I am comfy and squishy now so can’t complain.
#halsey#halseyedit#halseysedit#hotelhalsey#dailywomen#halseypicturesedit#halseypersonal#mypost#halloween18#halseyinstagram
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Los Angeles, Oct 26
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Strange Magic (Michael Langdon x Reader)
Request: “Hey, so could you write an imagines with Michael Langdon teenager where the reader is the daughter of a warlock in the council and also a witch and the two falls in love.” - Anon
“hi, can u do michael x witch!reader when she always sass him, never listen to what he say and do little tricks on him, so he’s pissed but amused at the same time and confront her pls?” - Anon
Warnings: Witch!Reader, reader is the daughter of John Henry Moore, generally wholesome
Word Count: 868
A/N: Loved writing this tbh
Sometimes you hated being the only witch in the coven with the gift of psychometry. You hated when your father would bring in a new warlock to the school and you’d have to divine the information from the boy. You hated when disputes happened at the school, because you’d have to find the truth. Your father loved it for his own narcissistic reasons. He loved that his daughter had such a unique ability, such a rare gift. And even more, he loved showing it off to almost anyone that would watch.
Being the only female in your coven was an issue, to say the least. You were by far more powerful than even the most talented young warlocks at the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, even as a young teenager. Your father never quite knew what to do with you. He considered sending you to Miss Robichaux’s Academy to learn under the Supreme Cordelia Goode, but ultimately decided against it when you said you wanted to stay at home. The overabundance of testosterone annoyed you, but you couldn't help it... It was all you'd ever known, really. It would be strange to just go live in New Orleans in a house full of witches.
So, for now, you made it work.
Your father trained you the best he could as you grew, helping you to manage your unique set of powers. Warlocks and witches had very different abilities, but he and the rest of the Hawthorne council taught you to use each of your abilities adequately, even your most interesting one. It was something that none of the older warlocks had ever seen before: psychometry. `
It was a bit like divination in a sense. The council often brought you objects to feel, problems to solve with your gift. You were their in-house polygraph machine, but better. They could bring you a pin that belonged to one of the students, and minutes later you could recite his favorite childhood memory in detail. Truly a blessing and a curse.
That’s how you ended up with Michael Langdon in your bedroom at midnight, sitting on the bed in front of you. It had been a few days since he arrived at the school, and he was still pretty lost in the world of magic. Your father had asked you to help him. To show him each of his abilities, making sure to explain them. He certainly wouldn’t approve of the current circumstances, but hey- you were getting the job done, right?
And you had been for several nights now. For the past week or so, you would sneak him into your room and practice magic with him. You had to admit- he was unique. There was something special about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You liked him. As more than just a friend, a bit of a crush, even.
“Show me pyrokenesis. Light this candle.” You held a small tea light in the palm of your hand, showing it to him. He focused for a moment, his eyes closed in peace. It took him mere seconds to fulfill your task. A record, maybe. The two of you watched the flame dance for a second before you blew it out.
He couldn’t help but watch your lips as you spoke to him, telling him stories about magic and history that he wouldn’t remember tomorrow. You were gorgeous. Michael found himself absolutely lost when he looked at you. And your kindness and generosity didn’t go unnoticed either.
But he loved the way your eyes crinkled at the corner when you smiled, your little unamused laugh when he said something dumb. The way you focused while you watched him work a spell, or even just how you had no worries in the world when you idly scrolled through your phone looking for entertainment. It was all so simple but to him, it was perfection.
“Y/N?” He asked softly, curiosity laced into his voice. You looked up from the textbook in your hands to acknowledge him, but were startled to feel his lips pressed against yours. Your eyes instinctively closed, leaning into the kiss. He carefully pulled away a moment later, much to your distaste. “Is this okay?”
You nodded your head, pulling him closer to you once more. His hand rested gently on your waist. Every move he made was carefully calculated, it seemed. You were sure your face was a bright shade of pink as he pushed you backwards, letting your head rest perfectly on the pillow. His hand crept up your waist, a light moan slipping from your lips at the feeling of his cold fingers on your warm skin. He smiled lightly through the kiss, you could feel it.
He pulled away again, this time laying down beside you. The two of you rested in thought for a moment before you spoke up.
“Why didn’t you push? Why did you stop?”
"We just met.” He teased, sarcasm apparent in your voice. “Who’d have thought Mr. John Henry Moore’s daughter would be so eager?”
“Oh, shut up!��� You smacked his chest playfully.
“We have all the time in the world, baby. No need to rush it.”
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I’m a half assed vampire this year! Next year I’m gettin TEEF 🎃🧛🏾♀️
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10.26.18 - Halsey with Alison Wonderland at Halsey Presents: Gotham City
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WE CANT EAT THAT. ITS DEAD.
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🎃a tales of halloween (6/6) 🎃
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in celebration of Ash’s most hated holiday, I’ll be holding an ask event for you all~ send an ask with either trick or treat + the name(s) of 1-3 banana fish character(s)! a generator will pick a question based on what you chose and the character(s) will answer!
this will only be open from October 31st, 2018 0:00-23:59PST! any asks before or after will not be answered (just because I’m pretty busy ^^;;)
before October 31st, 2018 0:00PST, you can also submit questions to be put into the generator! just send an ask/submission with either trick or treat and a corresponding question. you can list multiple if you’d like. remember it’ll all be run by a generator so your question might not be chosen.
you can see a list of the currently available questions here.
if you are not interested in seeing these all over your dash, please block the tag ‘#halloween18’
#yes I’m basically turning this into a big ask blog#I mean it’s still technically incorrect quotes.......#I HOPE THIS IS FUN FOR Y’ALL!!!!!!#it’ll mostly be shitposts probably lmfao#it’s better to choose more characters tbh because it’ll be like a group interview#also lemme know if you like this idea because it took me a while to decide on how I should interact with you all more#ask meme#halloween18#event#not#banana fish
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spooky mb series ➸ 3/7
#mb#moodboard#bts moodboard#bts moodboards#bangtan#yoongi#min yoongi#suga#bangtan sonyeondan#bangtan boys#bts yoongi#bts min yoongi#bts suga#myg#kpop#halloween18
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tfw u lost ur $637373 gucci ring:
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“This is....new.”
//ITS HALLOWEEN YA’LL! THAT MEANS MONSTER GIN IS HERE FOR ALL OF OCTOBER!
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#lee yoobin#dami#dreamcatcher dami#dami dreamcatcher#yoobin#lee yoobin dreamcatcher#halloween18#dreamcatcher#gif
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October 26, 2018
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Psycho Killer (Michael Langdon x Reader)
Request: “I had an idea you might want to change up a bit. Basically, it's Halloween night the reader and Young Michael are having a movie night. They are alone and cuddle with each other. Things begin to get steamy between the two, but they get interrupted by trick or treaters on multiple occasions. Young Michael gets pouty and upset and the reader tries to cheer him up because she hates seeing him upset. Something like that.” - Anon
“Ooh if you want more requests how about best friend Micheal or The Countess or Mallory? Please you can pick 💕💕” - @antiscocialfanwarrior
Warnings: NSFW, Blair Witch Project spoilers, cockblocked by kids, fem!reader, oral sex (reader giving), kind of fluffy, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: C’mon guys it’s been 20 years why do I have to tag this BWP spoilers??
Twigs snapped and cracked under the trio of filmmaker’s feet as they argued, trapped and lost inside of a deep forest in some rural part of Maryland. One would scream, the girl would smoke a cigarette, the other boy would defend her. That’s how the entire movie had gone so far. You and Michael were more than a half an hour into the Blair Witch Project, which he had never seen before. But truth be told, you were barely paying attention to the film. You were more focused on his steady heartbeat and his perfectly pink lips as he spoke.
"Yawn." Michael said, unamused by the scene unfolding before him. The movie had started to pick up, one of the men going missing. Taken by the witch.
"Care to elaborate?" You playfully teased him, lifting your head up from its comfortable spot on his chest. He shrugged, a cute little smile on his face.
"Yeah, this is boring. This witch girl has no... She’s not interesting. She lacks a certain element." Michael responded. You laughed, opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by the ring of the doorbell. “Is the bowl by the door?”
You nodded, letting him stand up. You followed behind him as the two of you walked to the foyer, the bright orange dish of candy in his hands. He opened the heavy door to reveal the smiling faces of a group of kids. Michael gave them each a handful of the miniature sweets before sending them on their way.
The two of you headed back to the couch, getting comfortable. Slowly, your hands started drifting closer and closer to his hardening cock. He tried to ignore it, he truly did. He redirected his focus onto the television in front of him and tried his damnedest to not pay you any mind. But when you pressed a light kiss to his neck, he folded. He was completely and utterly helpless as your fingers crept beneath his sweats to feel the warm skin, barely ghosting over his length.
But then, the doorbell rang again. He pulled away and sighed lightly, trying to rationalize the interruption in his head. Why did the trick or treaters have to come at such an inconvenient time? Just when he was starting to feel great? Nonetheless, you rose from your spot and he, quickly, eager to get it over with, ran to give the kids their candy. Moments later he returned, ready to resume the previous activity.
And soon enough, the mood turned romantic once more. You played with the waist of his sweatpants, letting your hand feel his cock through the thick material. He held back a moan at the touch, gently encouraging you to continue. And you did, letting your hand glide once more into the dark fabric. This time, he couldn’t hold back the sounds that begged to fall from his lips as your soft hand touched his cock. You stroked it carefully, ready to take his pants off.
The two of you were rudely interrupted once again by the children. You sighed, again. Why did they have to do this? This time, you ran to the door. Last thing you needed was their parents seeing his current state. Impatiently, you held the bowl out to them, letting them pick and choose whatever they wanted. They took too much time. So finally, you decided to just dump the remaining sweets somewhat-evenly into each kid’s bag.
They squealed with excitement as you closed the door, flicking the front porch light off and locking yourself in. Then, you headed back to the couch, where you were met with a sad and pouty boyfriend. He looked up at you with a certain look on his face.
“We can’t do anything alone, can we? It’s always something.”
“Well,” You smiled devilishly, settling between his legs once more. “the trick or treaters aren’t a problem anymore.”
“Do I even want to know?” He asked lightly. You shook your head, wasting no time before pulling his sweats off of his hips. He helped you, nervously excited for what came next. He quickly found himself a mess as you executed your actions perfectly, taking him in your hand once more and gently pumping his length. You teased him for a moment, swirling your tongue around his flushed pink head. His hand gripped the blanket on the couch, the other one finding its way to your hair. He held it in a gentle fistful lazily.
You loved the little sounds that fell from his lips as you took him in your mouth. Small swear words and light moans filled the room as you worked, his grasp on your hair hesitantly demanding you to take him deeper. The familiar heat in the pit of his stomach quickly built, much faster than he had imagined.
“Y/N,” He groaned. He couldn’t be bothered to finish the rest of his sentence as his head flew back in pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth sharply. He tried to keep the sounds quiet as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm. Michael wanted to scream when he felt your mouth pull away from him, but a sinful grin finally crossed his face when he opened his eyes to see you taking off your clothing. Shirt, jeans, bra, and finally your panties all landed on the floor.
Loose sounds spilled from both of you as you hovered over his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck while he focused carefully on guiding his cock into you. His other hand found it’s way to your clit, carefully slicking his finger between your wet folds before settling gently on your clit. He nearly came when he felt you lower yourself down onto him, his body shivering with delight.
He liked this. You in control almost completely, leaving him with no choice but to go with what you decided. And he especially liked the feeling of your tight walls clasping around him with your breasts bouncing against his chest. It made him want to scream. But instead, he just closed his eyes, enjoying the different sensations around him. He listened to the rather loud moans that fell from your lips into the cold October air as you rode him, something he loved so much.
It wasn’t long before both of you came undone by each other’s touch, ultimately a mess. You slumped down on the couch beside him as he sat, speechless and starstruck. A huge grin graced his lips as he spoke.
“Y/N, have I told you how much I love you lately?”
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