#instead of a music festival its just a costume day i put too much effort in

[csoisoi]

process of creation of my (biblically accurate) angel costume: days 1-4

the sketch

the crafting

painting

the gold paint was actually gold colored! i was shocked and amazed because i thought my mom was just going to buy a nice shade of yellow so i was so amazed seeing it shine

though it dried too quickly, a few strokes in and its already clumping up together and water also clumps it together, so we have to buy some paint thinner to see if that would work. neither my mom and i have no idea what type of paint it is too so heavily hoping the paint thinner works💛

so far this is what i've made in the span of 6 days! time wise it would probably be like, halved? monday to tuesday i only had the afternoon to work with so its one whole day, wednesday to friday i only worked for a couple of hours

day 1, oct.10-11: drawing the concept, making the wings, making mass amounts eyes

day 2, oct 12-14: making MORE eyes because, eyes, cutting down sticks for the halo's 'shining light',

day 3, october 15: making the halo, plus more eyes, and some adjusting and visualizing

day 4, october 16: painting

im very, very excited to see how this will turn out💛💛 i'll probably stand out from my class seeing as angels are more commonly known as human-like with white robes and wings, as well as saints being an alternate costume to the angels we'll be going as, but this is the one time i'll be more than happy to be the center of attention

i usually hate being noticed and i'm very not used to being acknowledged, being known as the quiet student who's kinda smart. back when i was younger i was also known as the art kid, and when online classes began, i faded even more into the background (not that i minded i was pretty ok with online classes) and currently, not many people know that i draw. but now that we're learning face-to-face, i'm displaying my craftsmanship and creativity proudly, like i accomplished my class introduction of describing myself as creative, i'll confirm to them and to myself that i AM creative (when given some motivation and within interest)

the next update on this costume will probably be after i finish making the headband or so!<3 i'll probably end up infodumping about the inspiration behind the concept and design, but time will tell when i make the post

[oikawa-tuwu]

🍬 Halloween Candy 🍬

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Tendou Satori

Rating: T

Synopsis: Tendou watches you make Halloween candy and thinks about love and the joys Halloween. Post-time skip, established relationship. (1.8k words)

Warnings: One swear, mentions of past bullying, dealing with insecurity things

(A/N: lol remember when I said I was going on hiatus?? Yeah so I was making hard candy last night and was literally slaughtered in the middle of boiling the sugar when I remembered that Tendou is a chocolatier so my lonely, Halloween-loving, and candy making self wrote this self indulgent thing. Enjoy, but its kind of a mess D: )

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Tendou Satori’s favorite holiday is, without a doubt, Halloween.

There’s nothing quite like the buzz in the air of a brisk October 31st, children in costumes, ready to consume ungodly amounts of sugar, teenagers giggling as they leave a haunted house, only to turn right around with more cash in hand. Even adults get into the festivities, using the holiday as an excuse to drink copious amount of booze.

Its indulgent and its creepy and Tendou loves it with all of his heart.

In the past, if someone were to ask him why he liked Halloween so much, he'd just laugh and say he had a sweet tooth, because really, he didn't know how to articulate the joy that he gets from costumes. He could remember, as a kid, gleefully skipping down the aisles of a shop, flipping through the mass produced costumes on the rack until he found the perfect one.

The ones that came with masks were always a plus, too.

He supposes, looking back on it, Halloween was his favorite holiday because it was the one day where being “creepy” benefited him. It was on-brand, in-season, like the pecan pies that sit neglected in the summer months before being sold out by mid-November. And even if his hair or his gaze or his height was still terrifying, it was easier to hide behind a Batman mask. Perhaps it wasn’t a healthy way of coping, but somewhere along the way, he’d learned. He’d grown, and shifted, and costumes weren’t his favorite part of Halloween anymore.

No. This is his favorite part of Halloween. The build up to the day in question, preparing for the hordes of children coming to his apartment door, and you, standing in his kitchen, holding a candy thermometer.

It had been your idea at first, to make the candy at home and give it to the trick or treaters, rather than just handing out store bought. Of course, getting homemade candy from a stranger is usually a red-flag for parents, but not if said stranger is a somewhat C-list celebrity chocolatier, as you so kindly put it.

And it was true. There was some hesitation at first, but after a moment of putting together his face, the name on his apartment door, and the clearly professional design on the bags, parents were much more willing to accept the treats. Now, it’s a tradition of the apartment complex, and last year, he ran out of candy by 7 PM.

“You need to make more next year,” you had said, with a sort of confident finality that made him laugh. “Don’t you feel bad for the kids who got there just a little late?”

Did he feel bad?

Now that was an interesting question.

The thing was, he had been that kid. He’d gotten the short straw in life and it had been up to him to make something of it, even when others decided to cut the straw even shorter just for fun.

With an amused glint in his eye, he watches as you lean down, narrowing your eyes to read the fine print of instructions on your phone.

The kitchen is a mess, there’s no way around it, and although he’s deemed you proficient enough to be trusted with his equipment based on your past attempts at culinary efforts, he can tell you feel out of your league as you stir the molten sugar. Your cheeks are flushed from the heat and he’s certain there’s a few more hairs sticking out of place than there were ten minutes ago. Still, you square your shoulders and crack your knuckles as you read the temperatures, one oven mitt armored hand bracing the handle of the pot, and he idly thinks that the apron is officially his favorite piece of clothing on you.

Apparently, you didn't hear the door open and close, because your eyes are still trained on the soon-to-be caramel, and you let out a frustrated, "Why won't this sugar caramelize already?"

"It's stubborn like that."

He always expects you to jump at his voice. Somehow, you never do. Instead, your eyes flick up to him where he hovers in the entry-way, the barest of a smile gracing your lips.

"Welcome home," you say, pulling your eyes away from him to peek at the candy thermometer's temperature. "I feel like this sugar has been at 240° for way too long, is that normal?"

Tendou clicks his tongue, daring to venture further into the candy coated mess. "You have to be patient."

"Funny, coming from you," you smirk, but he notices the way the tension in your shoulders relax, and deep down, he knows he doesn't have the fight to even try to feel offended.

Still, he scoffs and leans against the counter next to you and puts the effort into looking offended, one hand fingering through the petals of the dying roses in a vase. "I'll have you know, I'm a very patient person."

You just give him a look. That look, specifically, with the skeptical eyebrow and wry tilt in the corner of your mouth. The look that always managed to see right through him, reaching in and sorting through each and every memory and quirk and thought and yet still managed to say I love you at the end of the night with a genuine smile.

Tendou knows you. He knows you, understands you, memorized the posture of your sleep deprivation, the quick bite of your words when you wait too long to eat dinner, the strange laugh that, to be honest, sounds more like a car backfiring, when a joke catches you particularly off your guard.

But also, on a much deeper level, he didn't understand you at all.

Why had you chosen him? Was it for the same reason you brought those half-dead roses home, saying, with a self-conscious flush, that they looked sad, dying all alone in the shop.

Was he those flowers? Bruised and beat-up and something to take pity on?

"You're too quiet," you muse, and Tendou realizes that he had been too quiet for much too long, the only sounds coming from the boiling sugar and the soft music playing over a speaker in the corner. "What's wrong?"

He doesn't know how to phrase his insecurities out loud like that, doesn't know if he even should, so instead, he asks, "Am I the roses?"

For a moment, you're silent, and he can see the way you're processing his words, toying with them until you figure out whatever metaphor or inside joke he's referencing. "I would say you're more of a lily guy, if that's what you're asking."

His next question is more blunt. "Why do you like me?"

This one surprises you. He can tell from the way you blink, just once, but also the slight curvature of your eyebrows. He wonders how long it's been since this expression was used in reaction to him.

"I don't understand," you say, finally. "Love and attraction are virtually indescribable emotions that poets and writers spend their lives trying to capture. I don't know why, exactly, but I do know that I enjoy being around you. You make me laugh, and my heart feels happy when I see you walk through that door. Isn't that enough?"

It should be, but Tendou has bad impulse control, and he can't stop the next words from falling out.

"But I'm weird."

The word weird sounds trivial. Weird is the word that girls who dye their hair and listen to indie music and post cryptic pictures on Instagram call themselves, not him. Maybe freak would have been a better word.

"And I don't like the sound of my laugh. We've all got insecurities, things that the rest of the world doesn't like about us so they force us to not like it about us. I know my voice is fine and there's nothing particularly ugly or abnormal about it when I giggle, but I can't help from hating it."

"I like your laugh," he says, and by speaking it aloud, he knows it's true, like whispering a spell that only makes him fall more in love.

"Exactly. And I like you. Weird bits and all. Keeps things interesting."

And just like that, it's gone. It shouldn't be this easy, to dismiss his fears like that, just a few confident words and a smile and suddenly years of his childhood and upbringing are null in comparison to you.

The sugar boils.

As he watches, you leave the almost-caramel on the stove to search for the pan to put it in to cool, already greased and ready for the molten sugar. It's a significantly bigger pan than last year.

When you notice his gaze, you say, "I wasn't joking about making more this year."

Tendou grins.

In high school, Ushijima briefly had a girlfriend. A cheerleader, if Tendou was remembering correctly. He wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't, he didn't pay much attention to her. But, one day, he walked past the gym and found the two of them. Ushijima was teaching her how to serve. Now, Tendou knew Ushijima was a strange person. The only thing he cared about was volleyball and his comically stoic, social ineptitude is what bonded them in the first place, but still, Tendou remembered thinking that bringing your date on your day off to play volleyball was really weird.

But, he supposed, now he understood, as one of your hands reached over to clasp his, the other, still stirring the sugar. He understood before that want, no, the need to share a passion with the one you love.

He squeezes your hand. Absent-mindedly, you squeeze back. And then he squeezes back and you squeeze back and back and forth and back and forth, until you realize the temperature hit the blessed 340° and now you're swearing like it's a prayer, oven mitt hand clasping the pot handle and pouring and hoping it didn't actually burn and-

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The candies last until 8 PM this year.

He watches you hand the last one over to a kid dressed like some vaguely tropey children's superhero, watches that soft smile slowly warning whatever chill leeches in from the open door.

A wave and a nod to the child's mother later, you slowly shut the door, grin lingering still moments later. You turn to him, that determined gleam in your eye, and say, "We're making more next year."

Tendou laughs. "Fuck no."

But then you smile again, and he knows he can't say no, and, internally, he's already working on a timeline to get all the candy ready by the 31st.

And for some reason, the only thing he can think of is the we in your statement, and it cuts right into his heart faster than a knife as you pull him close and the words just seem to slip out faster than a well-greased cake pan.

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"I love you."

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"I love you too."

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(A/N: Happy Halloween, nerds. Nowwww back to hiatus)

[miraculousmumma]

Green Eyed Cat-Monster Chat-pter Sept

Characters:  Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Mlle Bustier, Ms Medeleiev, Chloé Bourgeois, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng

Pairings: Adrien/Marinette, Chat Noir/Marinette, Marinette/Luka

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, a little swearing, a little kissing

Word Count: 10,150

Summary:  When Marinette accidentally sees Chat Noir drop his transformation so many things suddenly make sense, but matters are quickly confused again when she bumps into Luka Couffaine, literally.  With both he and a certain cat-boy suddenly vying for her affection, what is she supposed to do?

Masterlist

‘Nothing happened, Alya.  I told you last night when I text you.’  Marinette complained as she pulled her outfit out of the closet.

‘Chat Noir literally took you out of class when there wasn’t an akuma.  Something has to have happened.’  Alya argued.

Marinette shook her head at Alya’s persistence.  ‘They thought Adrien and I were at risk so kept an eye on us for the afternoon.  That’s it.’

‘And did you and Adrien get to talk?’

‘They kept us at different locations.’

‘Pity.’  Alya replied.  ‘Okay, onto the next.  What are you wearing tonight?’

‘I’ll send you pics as soon as I’m changed.’

‘You mean you’re not dressed yet?’

‘I just finished doing my hair and makeup.  I was about to get dressed when you called!’  Marinette complained defensively.

‘I need to know what you’re wearing before you put it on.  What if you chose something bad to sabotage tonight so that you could safely go after Adrien?’

‘I am not trying to sabotage tonight!’

‘I mean subconsciously.’  Alya replied.

‘Not even subconsciously.  I’ll show you in a few minutes, but I have to finish up!’

‘Yeah, okay.’  Alya’s sigh was loud down the line.  ‘But if I don’t like it expect another call!’

‘Obviously.’  Marinette replied with a small smile.  ‘I’ll message you later.’

‘Make sure you do.’

‘Bye, Alya.’  She said, hanging up and throwing the phone onto her chaise.

She had managed to avoid Chat on patrol earlier, glimpsing him at a distance briefly as they traversed the rooftops, and she was glad.  She didn’t know what else to say to him.  He held her heart, he always had, whether he was model or hero, but Luka…from the moment they met he had always made her feel she was worth something, that the sun could shine on Marinette and not just cast the shadow of Ladybug over her.  She glanced at the skirt in her hand.  She had to finish getting ready.

Luka was four minutes early, and for once Marinette was ready.  He greeted Tom and Sabine politely, promising to have Marinette home by eleven, before they set off together for the coffeehouse that was hosting the open mic night, his guitar on his shoulder in its case.

‘Juleka told me there was some drama at school yesterday.’  Luka said as he dropped back a step, enough that he could rest his hands on her elbows and move her to the inside of the pavement as they walked, making Marinette smile at the chivalrous gesture.

‘It was nothing.’  Marinette said dismissively.  ‘False alarm, by all accounts.’

‘Huh.’  Luka nodded.  ‘As long as everything is okay.’

‘It’s fine.’  She shrugged, toying with her bag.  ‘But could we not talk about it?’

‘Sure.’

‘Thanks.’

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Marinette’s brain trying hard to find something to talk about, but it kept being dragged back to green eyes and blond hair.

‘You never finished telling me about the design you’re working on.’  Luka reminded her.  ‘You said it was a big one.’

She shook her head, dispersing any thoughts of Chatdrien for now, smiling up at Luka as she decided he deserved her full attention.  ‘I got a commission from a local dance school to design their costumes for the midsummer festival.’

‘The entire troupe?’  Luka looked at her in surprise.  ‘That’s a lot of costumes.’

‘It’s just the design.  I have another two weeks and I’m almost done.’

‘I don’t know how you find the time.’  He laughed.  ‘I have enough trouble keeping my college and music together, and they’re the same topic.’

‘It might help if you didn’t stay up all night.’  She nudged him with her elbow, knowing he did that a lot, both writing and playing the music he wanted to rather than what was designated by his course.

‘I don’t have your focus.’  He nudged her back with his arm, his fingers brushing hers.  After a moment’s hesitation his fingers caressed her palm, seeking permission, and she bit her lip before pressing her fingers to his, allowing him to lace them together.  ‘Is it okay to hold your hand?’  He asked, glancing down at her as her cheeks flushed.

‘It’s okay.’  She nodded shyly.

They carried on to the coffeehouse hand in hand, laughing and catching up, and when they reached their destination Luka lead Marinette to a small table to the side.  The seats were facing a small stage in the centre of the room with a single stool and microphone under a spotlight.

‘People sign up and they can do anything; sing, play, comedy.  No one gets booed off.  It’s just a great way to express yourself.  You want to sign up?’

‘Oh no.’  She shook her head with a nervous laugh.  ‘I don’t think anything I do would work on stage.’

‘You’re amazing as you are, Marinette, but I’d like to keep that to myself for tonight.’  He smiled at her.  ‘Can I get you a coffee?’

‘Please.’

By the time Luka returned the first act was on stage, just one of the coffeehouse staff, but they played the violin beautifully in an upbeat piece to rapturous applause.  More acts followed, all to varying degrees of talent, but all were met with the same response, effort being rewarded each time.

‘Three more acts then I’m up.’  Luka told her as he poured them both another coffee from the carafe he had bought.

‘I’m looking forward to it.’  She smiled at him, her arms folded on the table.

‘It’s what I was writing this morning when I sent you the message.  I didn’t think I’d have it finished on time but,’ he shrugged, ‘you kind of inspired me.’

She blushed and looked down as she bit her lip to stop herself from out and out grinning.  ‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘More than you think.’  He replied, leaning closer.

Marinette found herself drawn to him, as though he were a magnet, and her heart raced as they edged closer, Luka’s hand touching her arm gently as he felt her breath fall on his cheek.  The room seemed to fall silent, time standing still.

Someone tapped on the microphone hard enough to make it squeal with feedback and the pair separated rapidly, Marinette pressing her finger to her ear at the sudden noise.  As one they turned towards the stage and realised why it was suddenly so quiet.  Under the spotlight, in the centre of the stage, stood Chat Noir.  Marinette groaned loudly and dropped back in her seat, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.

‘Wow, Chat Noir at open mic night?  This should be interesting.’  Luka gave her a bright smile that she didn’t return, instead she dropped her head onto her hand and hoped it wouldn’t be too…bad.

Chat didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look over at her, he just nodded to the person manning the sound and the opening chords of a power ballad she recognised from her parents’ collection starting to play, which only made matters worse.

‘Oh, he’s not?’  She muttered through her teeth as she cringed at what was about to come.

‘I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over.’

‘He is.’  She slid further down in her seat.

‘I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I’m older.’

‘He’s not bad.’  Luka leant over and spoke in her ear and she gave him an alarmed look.

‘He’s awful!’

‘He’s trying.’  Luka shrugged.  ‘That’s what matters.’

‘He’s embarrassing himself.’  She mumbled before turning back to where Chat now had his eyes closed, clearly putting his heart and soul into his performance.

‘Now this mountain I must climb, feels like the world upon my shoulders.  Through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder.  In my life there’s been heartache and pain, I don’t know if I can face it again.  Can’t stop now, I’ve travelled so far, to change this lonely life.’

‘Wow, he’s really suffering.’  Luka shook his head as she dropped her head back onto her hand, watching him through her lashes.

‘He will be.’  She said to herself.

‘I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me.  I wanna feel what love is, I know you can show me.’

He continued to sing, his voice becoming more confident with every line, and he held everyone’s attention.  It wasn’t every day one of Paris’ superhero duo was seen in a casual setting and several people held their phones up, filming and taking photos.

The song finished and Chat stepped down from the stage without a word as the applause began, and simply walked to the door and left.

Luka sighed as he watched him go before turning to Marinette, who was staring into her cup intently.  ‘You know,’ he started, ‘whatever else happens, Chat Noir and Ladybug belong together.  He loves her, a lot, and I know she loves him, although maybe she doesn’t know it yet.  And it would be a shame if she let him get away just because she was on a date with a blue haired musician.’

She looked at him suddenly.  ‘You know?’

He shrugged.  ‘I see things.  And I can see you’re in as much turmoil as Adrien is right now.  Go after him.’

‘But…’

‘Go on.’  He smiled.  ‘But if your folks ask, I walked you home.  I don’t want them mad at me.’

A smile grew on her face and she leant forward, kissing his cheek quickly.  ‘Thank you, Luka.’  She grabbed her jacket and left the table, running to the door.

A/N: Tomorrow is the final chat-pter!!!

[alolowrites]

Victory on Roosevelt Avenue

I recently got inspired to write some fanfic again and I really wanted to do something with the World Cup and Peter Parker hahaha. This story was just inching to get itself written and I obviously caved in. It is my first story after a few years of not writing so sorry in advance if there are some mistakes. I promise to edit this once I have some free time! I just really wanted to post the story. 

Some key points: The story is written from the reader’s POV (I think I somewhat failed at this, so sorry again) and it is a Mexican!reader (female, sorry if I didn’t make it gender neutral!). The story is a bit AU since I completely ignored anything/everything that has to do with Infinity War (Thanos doesn’t exist, no one disappeared, Earth is safe, yadda yadda yadda). I just needed Peter to be alive for the World Cup okay? I think that’s about it. I hope you all enjoy the story! 

It’s around 10:35am on this fine Sunday morning, but you know why this particular Sunday is extremely special. Not only is it Father’s Day, but today is Mexico’s first match in the 2018 World Cup and the long strip of Roosevelt Avenue in Queens is very much alive and bursting with excitement. Last week, you invited Peter at school if he wanted to join you and your family in watching the upcoming game. Being the good boyfriend he is, Peter gladly agreed (especially since he could never say no to you).    

Yesterday you texted him the station where you two will meet and from there walk to the restaurant together. You were too busy checking your phone that Peter easily sneaks up behind you and plants a surprise kiss on your cheek.

You jump and turn around, but your shoulders relax when you see your lovely boyfriend with his famous brown locks. “Peter! You made it!”

“Did you think I wasn’t going to come? I’m offended,” Peter playful scoffs as he places his left hand over his heart. You roll your eyes, but chuckle before giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “So where are going?”

“To this restaurant called Taqueria Coatzingo. One of the best Mexican restaurants in Jackson Heights!” You explain as you hold his right hand and lead the way down the street. “I told my parents I would meet them there a few minutes before the game starts because I was waiting for you. You’re going to love the food, Peter! The make these incredible classic dishes like carne asada tacos, bistec a la Mexicana, or if you’re feeling quite adventurous: carnitas en salsa verde o roja, but whatever you choose, I promise you it will be a party in your mouth.”

The sixteen year old superhero rubs his stomach. “That all sounds delicious. Maybe I’ll take some food back for Aunt May. I’m sure she would love it.”

As you chattered away about the World Cup, Peter’s eyes glances around the vibrant avenue and is overwhelm over the happy chaos he sees. There were fans wearing bold, colorful outfits that embodied the Mexican flag. Some had luchador masks over their faces, others sporting large sombreros with comfortable ponchos. Peter even notices a man dressed up in a costume full of feathers with the face of an eagle perched on his head.

He turns his attention to you and sees the Mexican jersey you were proudly wearing. Peter then looks at himself and realizes how underdressed he felt: a boring blue button up shirt and denim jeans. He purses his lips and chastises himself for not putting more effort. He could have at least worn something green or red.

He feels so out of place.

Peter soon calls your name, interrupting your talk, and you hum while looking at him. Your eyes narrow as his face grows uncomfortable and his gaze falls to the ground. You also feel his hand tighten around its hold and realize something was wrong with him.

“Are you okay, Peter?”

His head snaps back up and begins to furiously nod. “Oh-h, yeah! I’m fine! Really!”

“Peter…I know when you’re lying,” you scold at him and gently tug his right hand. You stop walking and stand in front of him without losing your grip. Your other hand reaches out to caress his smooth, pale cheek and you brush a few of his curls away from his forehead. Peter sighs at your therapeutic touches, but he remains stressed. You place one finger underneath his chin and raise it so you were staring directly into his chocolatey, doe-like, eyes.

“What’s the matter? I know something is bothering you.”

“I’m just nervous,” he mumbles and you tilt your head in confusion. Peter glances behind your shoulder, the sea of green shirts waving in the distance. His ears pick up the boastful chants coming from the massive crowd and the Mexican music booming from nearby speakers.

“What do you mean?”

His eyes return their attention to you. “I honestly don’t know too much about the World Cup, and I am afraid I might say or do something so stupid that could end up offending your people. Plus, I’m not even dressed properly and it makes me stick out like a sore thumb. I could have at least worn the colors of your flag, but I guess I forgot. Besides: it’s Father’s Day! I feel like I’m intruding on this special day for you and your family!”

You quickly blink and laugh heartily, gripping his left shoulder. “Oh, Peter! Is that what you’re really worried about? If I’m being honest, I don’t follow too much about soccer except for the World Cup games. No matter how many times my dad or uncles try to explain the technicalities of the game, I still end up being confused.

“As for Father’s Day,” you continue, giving Peter’s hand a soft squeeze, “it’s no big deal that you’re here. My mom and dad are more than happy enough to welcome you into our festivities! If anything, they asked me to invite you because they know you’re a good person who makes me happy.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You have nothing to worry about, trust me,” you reassure him with a brief peck on his lips. Peter smiles softly as he bends his head down to kiss you again. You close the space and snake your arms around neck as his own circles on your waist. The wolf-whistles from across the street break the romantic moment and you pull yourself away from Peter to annoyingly wave off the bystanders laughing. A chuckle rumbles through your chest as you see Peter’s face beat red. “Ignore them, they’re probably drunk already.”

“But it’s almost eleven!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like that will stop them from not drinking their beer.”

Both of you share a laugh and you pat his bicep. “Listen, if you are still worried about saying something ‘wrong,’” you air-quote the last word with your fingers, “then let me just give you some advice. Number one: if you can, use the word fútbol instead of soccer in your conversation. You’ll get brownie points and earn a level of respect from a few fans in the crowd, but if ‘soccer’ slips from your lips, it’s fine. You’ll probably get a pass because, well,” you lower your voice to a whisper, “you’re white.”

Peter shrugs in understanding and you hold up two fingers. “Number two: when watching the game, don’t sweat if you’re lost. A lot happens within two 45-minute matches and if the game is extremely intense, like this one that we’re about to watch, then the excitement level from the crowd exponentially goes up. For your sake, just cheer loudly with everyone else when Mexico scores a goal. Can’t go wrong celebrating a goal for the Mexican team!”

You hold up three fingers. “Lastly, just relax and have fun. Don’t worry about not wearing the Mexican colors. Just being here shows support and earns a stamp of approval from my people. One of the things that I love most about the World Cup is that it is a sport that is universal. No matter what country you’re from, what language you speak or what color your skin is—everyone can sit and watch the games together which creates a sense of global connectedness.”  

“Wow,” Peter breaths out in astonishment and you giggle at his reaction. “Now I’m kinda embarrassed to not really appreciate the World Cup before. But I feel much better now.”

“Good,” you happily beam and gave a quick kiss on his lips again. “Now lets head to the restaurant before the game starts. I don’t want to miss a second of this match!”

The two of you run down the street and enter the lively restaurant overflowing with hundreds of fans. And true to your word, Peter relishes every single minute of the game. When Mexico scores their first goal, the whole place erupts in jubilation. You jump from your seat and tightly hug Peter, almost knocking him off his chair. He’s never seen you so emotionally invested before: cheering and clapping hard when a Mexican player runs across the field to make a goal or cursing and raising your hands in the air in exasperation when something horrible happens. The atmosphere of the restaurant certainly fuels how the crowd behaves and he found himself anxiously clutching his cup a few times throughout the game.

Once the final whistle blows through the speakers, officially ending the match, Peter swears he feels the ground shake as hundreds of people start celebrating the team’s historic victory. Basking in the euphoria after Mexico’s glorious win against the reigning champions, Germany, you tell Peter you were going to get some more water from the counter. He nods and, while grinning, starts to record a video of some Mexican fans singing Cielito Lindo at the top of their lungs. As you make your way back to your table, you notice your uncle gleefully pat Peter’s shoulders, but then the smirk on your face falls as you see the older man shove a certain drink into your boyfriend’s hand…  

“Oh my gosh, Tío!” You scream over the chants. “No le das una Corona a Peter! Él es menor de edad!”

Translation: “No le das una Corona a Peter! Él es menor de edad!” / “Don’t give Peter a Corona! He is underaged!” 

[stormy-writes]

Fast Track to Love

My Hero Academia

Teen and Up

Chapter: 1/?

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead /Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

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Hizashi Yamada is the lead guitar in his band Dream Catcher and a huge American Rock enthusiast. Shouta Aizawa is the first student to be transferred from General Studies to Heroics. While the entire class despises Aizawa's presence, Yamada offers Aizawa help with his English one day and they find themselves on a fast track to each others hearts.

It was hot. Uncomfortably hot. That was not to be unexpected during the summer months of Musutafu, with highs of 35°C, but today was that uncomfortable kind of hot where air goes down like sandpaper in your throat and, yet your hair still clings to your forehead. And so, the audible groans of class 3-A upon discovering Hero Studies was outdoors and combat based was not taken as uncalled for.

The constant whining and loud complaints of Hizashi Yamada was another story all to itself. He lay sprawled across the grass, blond hair uncharacteristically flopped in front of his face. No amount of hair gel could maintain his wild hairstyles in the intense heat, and yet he still somehow resembled that of a screaming cockatiel.

“Yamada, you’re fully aware as a pro-hero you’ll be fighting villains regardless of whether its ‘totally hot as balls, man’ or not.”

His head raised from the ground to shoot a pained stare at his teacher, almost pleading to let them have a study period instead. When met with a glare, he opted to haul himself up and shimmied out of his leather jacket, discarding it on the grass with a sigh and gazing pitifully up at the clouds.

“Ain’t no way I’m gonna survive this whole pro-hero thing with that jacket if this is how hot its gonna be,” Yamada moaned, giving the jacket a light kick as the rest of his class began to warm up in small groups. Tensei chuckled at him, giving a swift punch to his shoulder with a look of pure ‘I told you so.’

“All I’m saying Hizashi, is that your hero costume is the most inconvenient thing I’ve ever seen a hero wear.”

“But it looks so cooool- “ Tensei shook his head at his friend, shoving him hard in the chest and slipping back into a balanced stance, fists raised and ready to fight. Hizashi laughed at how serious his friend looked before running over and delivering a swift punch to his friend’s cheek, finally now focused on his classes. Tensei tripped him up and delivered a harsh blow to Hizashi’s back, knocking his friend back down to the grass and pinning him there with one foot. Rolling over, and attempting to grab Tensei’s foot to free himself, the blond laughed, green eyes wide and playful, before suddenly yanking down on his leg sending Tensei toppling down too. They lay there sprawled in the grass laughing, before receiving a harsh scolding from their teacher for messing about.

The rest of the lesson went by relatively uneventfully. The class was split into teams of four and had to steal ‘tags’ from another team, in the hopes of increasing their teamwork skills and agility; resulting in more arguing and heated debates than team building. The current target of class 3-A’s aggression; Shota Aizawa.

Currently, half of the class was yelling both at the dark-haired boy, half at their teacher, complaining at his ‘lack of effort’ in a team game and how he ‘wasn’t even trying.’ He looked rather nonplussed by all the fighting, quite content to agree he wasn’t trying, crouching down into a squat to watch his team mates squabble around their teacher like 10-year-old not the almost-twenty-something year olds they really were.

His agreement only fuelled their fire.

He’d joined the heroics course late – long past the bonding and making friends stage, although his lack of effort in socialising was no assistance to his lack of friends in the classroom - having changed from general studies to heroics upon having good grades and passing his license exam late under provisions of his homeroom teacher. Class 2-A of the time had been furious, already disliking Aizawa for his unfavourable quirk and having finished third in the sports festival, slamming most of the class. Since then, the classes’ feelings had not changed.

“Mannn, don’t you think that kids got it a bit hard as well though?” Hizashi questioned, leaning back into the grass and turning to face Tensei who frowned questionably at him. “I mean like sure he’s an asshat for acting like Mr High and Mighty Don’t Need to Participate with You Shitheads…. but like, we do give him so much shit, don’t ya think?”

Tensei shrugged, offering a hand and hauling Hizashi up to his feet as the class was dismissed for the day. “I suppose he had a rough start joining late, but he hasn’t made much of an effort himself. Can’t say I really care for guys like that who don’t put the effort in to work with others.”

Hizashi nodded slowly, as though processing his friend’s thoughts before muttering a small yeah in agreement, half gazing at the ragged boy hiding behind his hair unfazed as he was reprimanded by their teacher for his actions. “Hey, we got booked in for Tiger tonight since Nemuri’s throat is better now. You’re still coming, yeah?”

Snapping out of his daze, Hizashi turned back to his friend and hummed in agreement, the pair strolling back to the school to shower and head home. “Yeah, wouldn’t miss a gig if ya paid me, Sei… on second thoughts, nah I’d definitely miss if ya paid me. I’m broke as balls.”

Tensei laughed and shook his head at Hizashi, kicking off his shoes and stripping off his gear. Hizashi joined him and the two quietly washed in amongst the loud chatter of the boys changing room. Tonight was their bands first gig of the summer, their lead singer and older friend Nemuri Kayama having been out of commission for almost a month after suffering from a bad throat infection leaving her vocals ruined. Tiger was their local spot, though Hizashi still felt butterflies in his stomach thinking about getting up on stage. He’d be fine by the end of the night, he’d tell himself; the atmosphere of the crowd, good music, and warm tingle of shots buzzing through his system (granted it was Shinya on bar duty.)

Hizashi stepped out of the shower, towelling off his hair now a long wet mop that hung over his shoulders like spaghetti. He quickly pulled his clothes back on and stuffed his costume back into its bag, before realising-

“Ah shit, Tensei I left my jacket out on the field. Don’t feel you have to wait up on me, I’ll see you later tonight!”

Hizashi flung his bag over his shoulder and stomped into his trainers before waving his friend a hasty goodbye and rushing out back onto the field, praying he hadn’t lost his beloved jacket. His feet crunched on the dried out grass, the chatter of students leaving for the day drifting from the front of the school. Hizashi muttered away to himself as he searched for his jacket, finally finding it still strewn lazily in the grass. Hopefully the leather wasn’t damaged from spending too long in the sun. He swung it over his shoulder and decided to quickly cut through the halls despite wearing his outdoor shoes, as it was faster than traipsing round the whole campus. His trainers audibly squeaked on the clean floors, a contrast to the grass outdoors, only further hurrying Hizashi’s steps in hopes he wouldn’t get caught in the act.

Then he heard it. He almost missed it, but between the squeak of his shoes on tile, a soft sob. Slowing to a stop, he paused, uncertain if his ears were playing tricks on him, or if he’d missed the sound while lost in his thoughts.

“M-my...nayy-mo… ah shit fucking idiot…”

Turning back to the source of the sound, Hizashi slowly paced back up the corridor toward his homeroom, jumping at a sudden scrape of a desk being pushed or kicked and more quiet, sobbing. He slowly peered round the corner of the half open door, finding Aizawa sat on a desk, sheet scrunched up in his hands in frustration and hot angry tears running over his cheeks. As he took another step forward, the door nudged, scraping off the floor and startling Aizawa, who twisted round off the table, knocking over the chair half kicked out in the process, only causing more frustration leading to more crumpling of the sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hey…”

“Yamada.”

“I was grabbing my jacket,” Yamada held up said jacket with one arm before lazily strolling over to Aizawa who was frantically scrubbing at his eyes, desperately trying to hide all signs he’d been crying.

“Aizawa-” his head whipped up at the sound of his name. “-you don’t pronounce the ‘O’ in name, y’know.”

Yamada flipped the aforementioned chair round, sitting on it backward and taking the sheet of paper from Aizawa’s hand. “See? It’s like a silent letter. Just ‘nay-m.’” He pointed at the word on the sheet, Aizawa looking down at him with tired eyes, half attempting a scowl, but also looking rather grateful, and somewhat intrigued. “My name is Shota Aizawa, I’m 19 years old and attend the UA. I placed third in the UA Sports Festival in my first year, before changing from general studies to heroics in my second year.” Aizawa’s jaw sat somewhat slack in awe, glancing between the paper and Yamadai’s face, but quickly shying to stare at his lap upon noticing Yamada’s cheeky grin and sparkling eyes.

“We haven’t practiced that much in class yet…”

“Ah-” Yamada handed the paper back to Aizawa and rubbed the back of his head. “I listen to a lot of American rock bands… couple of english ones too. I also watch a lot of Holliwood movies but....” “I forgot, you’re in a band, aren’t you? With Iida and ah… the senior girl.... Midnight?” Yamada nodded, leaning back against the desk behind him and stretching out. “Yeah, her name’s Kayama. Nemuri Kayama. She’s our lead vocalist. We’re called Dream Catcher but I wanted to be called the Banana Dreamers.”

“You sing...in English?” “Ah! No! No...mostly in Japanese although we do have this one song with the entire chorus in English…” Aizawa hummed in agreement, still staring at his lap. Yamada stared at him for a moment. Cicadas chirruped noisy outside yet there was an awkward silence in the room.

“Thank you-” Yamada looked up, unaware he’d even looked away. “For helping me with the English I mean…”

“Ah it’s really no bother! I didn’t realise you’d be participating in foreign applications too. You never really struck me the type, y’know? You don’t really speak much English in class so I always got the impression you didn’t like foreigners or something. You’re going to be presenting this as the final assessment, right? It’s pretty well written and we have to present something to the class in English anyway so I don’t see why not-”

“You talk too much.”

Yamada whipped background, having jumped up from his chair earlier and half strolled around the room in his excitement, unaware of the world in his hyperactivity. He’d expected to see a frown on Aizawa’s face at the least, should there have not been a scowl, yet, as he slowly packed his work into his backpack, there was a small, soft sort of smile on his face. It was...odd.

“Ah, sorry. I get carried away with myself.” He also grabbed his bag discarded by the chair, and tucked it back into it’s place. “I mean it though...you should use that for your presentation, it’s really good and sensei said we could do it on any topic so long as it was in English.”

The smile had fallen from Aizawas face as he turned to leave, giving a small hum of acknowledgment. He suddenly seemed uncomfortable despite that odd softness he’d displayed earlier at Yamada’s rambling. Had he said something that upset Aizawa? Did he not want to do the presentation? Did he think it wasn’t good enough?

Ah. He was crying earlier. Hizashi had almost forgotten after seeing his classmate smile for the first time in 3 years. Perhaps it wasn’t his English that was bothering him at all...surely if it was he would have kicked Yamada out, he had no qualms about stating his disapproval in those situations… Was Aizawa…

“Hey! I could um...We could study this sometime...together...English…” Aizawa turned to face him, eyes wide, yet lips somewhat down turned. Yamada’s breath caught in his throat. His lips slowly upturned. That soft smile…

“Sounds good.”

[theseadagiodays]

April 20, 2020

No more muzzling my words

OK, so I’m just going to say it.  There are times when this really stinks.  And it actually feels good to give myself permission to admit that.  

One of my favorite novelists, Anne Patchett, author of Bel Canto, also wrote a memoir called Truth & Beauty about her lifelong best friendship with someone who struggled with cancer since childhood.  What I remember most is her friend’s very unusual way of enduring horrific hardships that included having her jaw surgically removed, (no less in the middle of self-conscious adolescence).  To feel better about her own situation, she would regularly re-read The Diary of Anne Frank in a sort of schadenfreude effort to remember that there were people who’d had it far worse than herself.    However, these contrived gestures only took her so far.

I guess the truth is, there is only so much glass-half-full thinking any of us can exercise.  Realizing this, I was relieved to hear Brene Brown’s recent podcast about Comparitive Suffering,

https://brenebrown.com/podcast/brene-on-comparative-suffering-the-50-50-myth-and-settling-the-ball/  

Here, she recognizes that while the daily news barrages us with crises much greater than our own (lost jobs, health, and even loved ones), many of us feel guilty for bemoaning our own losses at this time, because we think we should be grateful for what we have.  Certainly, this universal suffering has allowed us to gain some clearer perspective on our lives and our blessings.  And the fact that the entire world is experiencing some similar aspects of this reality has enabled us to build real global empathy.  However, it is also true that each micro-loss deserves its own relative mouring period.  So, I am going to give myself a little license to acknowledge what I am grieving at this time.  But I wanted to find a creative way to do this.  So, I am going to write a love letter to the time before COVID, identifying the things I truly miss. This idea came out of an exercise we led with my non-profit’s Women Rock group.  They are co-writing songs to express the myriad of feelings they are having during this period. In one song, they plan to write about the solace that nature brings them right now.  But they also want a vehicle to communicate their challenges.  In other words, they want somewhere to “deposit the negative,” because this can actually be very healing: to name what’s wrong, genuinely feel the impact of it in your life, and then let it go.  The etymological root of the word de-posit means to put (poner), away (-de).   Ironically, this is similar to the origin of the word positive, which is to formally lay down (or to state absolutely).   So, perhaps by absoluting stating what we feel bad about, we leave room to feel good about what’s left.

But in case this is just a little too sad for some people to read, try imagining the theme song to Jimmy Fallon’s regular Thank You Notes segment, for a bit of comic relief while you read.  Here he is in his At-Home Edition, writing some with his daughters:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6x2UgPVYJs

Vancouver Mural Festival on Main St 

Dear pre-COVID days,

I remember how good it felt to walk down Main St and hug everyone from my neighbor, to my colleague, to the barista.  You were so open in the way you invited human touch on a daily basis.

I was so grateful that you allowed me the opportunity to interact with people from all different walks of life.  You let me work in so many different environments, from elementary schools, to prisons, to seniors centres, where I was privileged to hear people’s stories as they found their own creative voices.  

I loved being free to spend time with my family even though they live far away. You made it possible to see my parents in Arizona, and my brother in NY, and my uncle in Colorado, and my in-laws in Ontario, every year, despite the distance.

I enjoyed all of the opportunities you gave me to experience live art.  You animated my world and made it technicolor, with concerts, dance clubs, galleries, theatre performances, and different arts festivals every week.

I loved how healthy I felt running around the tennis courts at Queen Elizabeth Park.  You made it so easy to exercise my lungs, my legs, my arms, my focus, my flexibility and my stamina all at the same time.  

I felt so much passion for the adventures that you brought me to.  You generously satisfied my infinite curiosities with music projects in Zambia, and holidays in Hawaii, and cultural immersions in Guatemala.  

I miss all of the the ways you let me love and live and work and play freely.  And I long for the day you return,

Laura

April 21, 2020

Neighborhood Art

There are so many signs that we are all missing connection and stimulation during quarantine. But the human spirit is extremely buoyant.  So, we’ve found remarkable ways to share artistic moments through the walls of COVID.  

In Rome, locals are projecting classic films against their apartment building facades: https://www.wantedinrome.com/news/lockdown-rome-lights-up-with-cinema-by-night.html

In Berlin, neighbors are displaying art installations from their balconies:

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/berlin-artists-turn-their-balconies-mini-galleries-180974677/

An art installation by Raul Walch, created for the “Life, art, pandemic and proximity” project

In Ohio, kids play cello duets for an elderly neighbor:

And right here in Vancouver, people lead streetside Zumba classes as seniors home residents dance along:

https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/1716406851557

April 22, 2020

Earth Day in Isolation

I am hardly the first to note that while this virus has taken so much from mankind, it has also given Mother Earth the long-awaited rest she so deserves.  There have been plenty of photos of Himalayan mountain tops viewed from Indian cities for the first time in decades, or Orcas returning to Vancouver’s shores to prove this.    

In another gift to our planet, appropriately on Earth Day here in BC, where it has oddly not rained for 30 days, it appears that Gaia is being showered with much needed rain for her day of celebration.  And even a sun-worshipper like me has been doing rain dances lately, to ensure that our city will not be shrouded in smoke from a fire-ravaged province, as we have been for the past two summers.

On a different note, a more distorted personification of nature has been touted by many a cynical observer in recent weeks, citing Covid as retribution against humans from a vengeful Mother Earth. I do not subscribe to such punitive thinking.  But I do believe there are environmental lessons to be learned from this crisis if we listen closely enough.

Writer Kristin Flyntz makes this point more beautifully than I ever could, in her Greatful Web post: https://www.gratefulweb.com/articles/imagined-letter-covid-19-humans  Here, instead of a love letter to pre-Covid days, she has imagined the letter that Covid might write to humans.  The tone is intentional and generous but also insistent.   It is spoken as if from a friend not an enemy.  And it proposes that we ask the hard questions:  “As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about the quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?”

Another letter, falsely attributed to Bill Gates, whose proven himself to be a true leader of responsiveness in this critical time, also had similar things to say.  The anonymous writer claims that this time: “is reminding us that this Earth is sick. It is reminding us that we need to look at the rate of deforestation just as urgently as we look at the speed at which toilet rolls are disappearing off of shelves. We are sick because our home is sick.”

And as usual, artists are responding too.  The NY-based NGO, Earth Celebrations has postponed their Virtual Earth Day Pageant for May 9th in the interest of garnering more public participation, with a callout for anyone who wants to craft a costume, mask, puppet, etc.  All are welcome.  And more details can be found here: https://earthcelebrations.com/?fbclid=IwAR30nj7NtS52E-RLjpvz739L-3fcp-DtnJ1YeVE8Roln4vJXPC7bzBLxew0

April 23

Virtual Festivals

If you’re looking for an alternative to Netflix and chillin’, there are endless arts festivals that have moved content online, for your streaming pleasure.   So, I thought I’d recommend a few interesting ones here.  

If it’s efficiency you’re after, when browsing thru infinite entertainment options, the Social Distancing Festival does all the work for you, by scouring the globe to curate the best livestreamed events they can find.  Links include everything from modern dance to virtual gallery tours to musical theatre:

https://www.socialdistancingfestival.com

Myseum of Toronto’s Art in the Time of Covid - work by Evgeni Tcherkassk

For some lighter fare, this Edmonton Series hosts nightly cabaret, music, and comedy acts performed by local artists from their homes.

https://www.citadeltheatre.com/2019-2020/stuckinthehouse?utm_source=Citadel+Theatre&utm_campaign=67600c620f-Stuck-in-the-House&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_482a5c3fca-67600c620f-80741247

And if you’re looking for a bit more sophistication, Toronto’s Festival of Literary Diversity has managed to move online, and it starts next Thursday. Their line-up features many of Canada’s finest emerging and established voices.  My personal favorite, Mona Awad will be reading from her new novel, Bunny, which was the funniest read I’ve had in ages.  In this high art version of Mean Girls, she nails the pretentious banter of grad school writing cliques with a dash of magical realism.   https://thefoldcanada.org

April 23

Creative Gratitude

Florida police thank-you

Our shared appreciation for front line workers has become a true muse for collective community creativity.

Clockwise: Navajo muralist Ivan Lee; local Vancouver sidewalk; Long Island artist, Kara Hoblin

But this one takes the cake for audacity!

https://gfycat.com/magnificentabsolutegosling-health-workers-coronavirus-thank-you-meme

[unixcommerce]

40 Office Halloween Costume Ideas

How popular is Halloween? According to the National Retail Federation’s annual survey, Americans were set to spend around $9 billion in 2018. And more than a third of this tally ($3.2 billion) went to costumes.

So, who are the people spending the $3.2 billion in costumes? Well, they could be your employees. And if you’ve decided to allow your employees to wear costumes to work, you also may want to join them! Of course, you’ll also want the costumes to be appropriate to the work environment. But where can you and your employees get Halloween costume ideas?

Search no more. Here are 40 office Halloween costume ideas that will allow you and your employees to have fun while still projecting the right image for your small business.

Office Halloween Costume Ideas List

Halloween Costumes From The Office

It seems appropriate to start this list with ideas from hit NBC television show The Office. And the effort Dwight Shrute puts into his costumes on the show should help get the ball rolling. Here is Dwight as the Joker from “The Dark Knight”.

This is from the Employee Transfer episode which aired originally on October 30, 2008.

image: NBC

Let Your Employees Dress up as You

Your employees may be concerned they’ll get in some hot water for doing this. But assure them it’s all in good fun (as long as you’re comfortable taking a joke.) If everyone goes along with it, this could be great for morale!

Dwight Shrute

The popularity of The Office means it has fans across all demographics. And with Dwight’s shenanigans on the show, it is only fair anyone should be able to dress like him. Here is a simple costume which shows your appreciation for Dwight.

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“are you trying to hurt my feelings? because if so, you are succeeding. fortunately, my feelings regenerate at twice the speed of a normal human.” -dwight schrute • happy halloween ? ?: @taijaayotte

A post shared by @ bears.beets.cayla on Oct 31, 2017 at 2:22pm PDT

An Emoji

Emojis let you express how you feel when you are messaging. This makes another easy DIY costume. You can create emojis on a piece of cardboard with different emotions and use different ones throughout the day. Or have one displaying them all at the same time.

Cotton Candy Costume

Another thing which is synonymous with Halloween is candy. So why not go as cotton candy. Here’s a playful DIY costume you can make with just a few items.

image: AWW SAM

Vampire

Here’s an all-time classic Halloween costume classic. While it is not as original, men and women can go as a vampire. You can give it your own twist by adding special-effects, contact lenses and more.

Candy Corn

While still on the candy theme, it wouldn’t be Halloween without candy corn. This fun and bright costume will cheer everyone up at the office.

image: Liveaboard Takes the Suburbs

Ghost

Two holes in a sheet and you have a ghost costume. As far as Halloween costume ideas for office workers go, this has got to be one of the easiest ones.

A Fortune Teller in your Office

One way to get everyone in the office to participate in the festivities of Halloween is to go dressed as a fortune teller. This costume is especially creative if the person also includes some of the tools of the trade.

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Second year in a row winning 1st prize for a Halloween costume contest. NBD ? . . . . #diycostume #fortuneteller #palmreading #palmreader #tarotcards #tarot #crystalball #cricut #cricutdiy #homemade #recycle #cutecosplay #officecostume #costumecontest #winning

A post shared by Judith DeNiro (@judith_deniro) on Oct 26, 2018 at 11:03am PDT

Food Costumes

Want to be a vegetable, fruit, snack, dessert or any other food type? Dressing as an edible is very popular. You can be as creative as you want with these ideas. Just make sure you will still be able to work with your costume.

Clark Kent/Superman

This costume could actually be a two for one. You can dress in a suit with glasses and be Clark Kent. But if something should arise in the office, you can unbutton your shirt and reveal you are actually Superman.

Social Butterfly

This costume has become popular in the past couple of years. However, you can add your favorite social media channels and make it your own.

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I’ve always been teased about being a social butterfly ? so I thought it only appropriate to go as one to work today! I so enjoy pun inspired costumes.

A post shared by Sydneexo ? | Blogger+YouTuber (@livelifeyourway) on Oct 31, 2017 at 3:17pm PDT

Mime

If you have black skinny jeans, a striped shirt, suspenders and a beret, you have yourself a mime costume. Add the white makeup and you are ready to amuse your co-workers all day long.

The Twitter Bird

A certain president has made Twitter more popular than ever. So why not go as the Twitter bird and get everybody tweeting. This DIY costume comes from Elizabethany, a radio and social media personality.

image: Elizabethany

The Cast of Seinfeld

If you have a small or large group, this costume idea can include the four main characters, or many of the other well know supporting cast. You can take it a step further and include the whole office. Speaking of offices, you can do this for The Office or any of your other favorite shows. All it takes is clothes you probably have in your closet

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Make this childhood game come to life with adult-sized costumes of rock, paper, scissors.

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Happy Halloween Weekend from my squad to yours ?#wherestherockemoji ??? #teachercostume #diycostume

A post shared by Whitney (@whatwhitwore) on Oct 28, 2016 at 3:07pm PDT

  What about the Spice Girls?

This is a tongue in cheek take on the girl band Spice Girls. Instead of tight revealing outfits, these ladies are wearing aprons with actual spice tags.

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The “Spice Girls” …. minus Cinnamon! ???? Love you ladies! ? . . . . . #halloweencostume #halloween #grouphalloweencostume #groupcostume #groupcostume #coworkers #coworkersbelike #coworkerlove #youcanttripwithus #youcantsitwithus

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The Addams Family

On the slightly creepier and adult side, you can do The Addams Family. If there is one family which epitomizes Halloween, this one is it with a great sense of humor to boot.

Is that Photoshopped?

Photoshop is so popular it has become a verb. And if you make your costume this intricate, your co-workers will be asking if you have been photoshopped.

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10.31.2016 Mrs. Chan’s Halloween costume was graphic design based – Adobe Photoshop! #gca #graphiccommunicationsacademy #camadgca #camad #halloween #halloweencostume #photoshopcostume #adobephotoshop

A post shared by Graphic Communications Academy (@phs.camad.gca) on Jan 1, 2017 at 4:02pm PST

Temporary Tattoos

Temporary tattoos are a great way to create a different persona. They are cheap and easy to apply. You can go all out and really create a great costume with this idea.

Easy Ceiling Fan Costume

This costume uses a simple play on words to get its message across. You’ll make co-workers think for a minutes than laugh at the pun. This is easy to do, funny and not too outrageous.

image: Good Housekeeping

Uncle Sam

Do you work at an accounting firm? What better way to keep everyone on their toes than to dress as Uncle Sam. All you need is a top hat, a white wig, a bow tie, a goatee and you are set.  You can add the coat and the striped pants if you want to go all out.

Bread Winner

This is another costume which takes the meaning of a word literally and makes it funny. All you need are some medals around your neck and some bread.

image: Good Housekeeping

Comic Book Super Heroes for Men and Women

We’ve already mentioned Superman. When it comes to costume ideas, comic books provide a treasure trove. Spiderman, Wonder Woman, The Hulk, Super Girl, and the list goes on. Choose your favorite superhero and go for it.

Flo from Progressive

Flo from Progressive was one of the most successful marketing personalities with more than 100 commercials. If your industry handles insurance, so much the better.

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buy the item that is between my pointer finger and thumb

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The Minions

You can go solo as a single Minion or include everyone in the office as part of a theme. This is also an easy and fun costume the whole crew can participate in.

Bob Ross

Long after his passing in 1995, Bob Ross is more popular than ever. With this costume, you can include a co-worker and bring the whole thing together.

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Bulletin Board

Just take some post-it notes, write different messages and pin them on a long-sleeved shirt. And you will become a bulletin board. You can make this bigger by making yourself one large post-it note.

Inflatable Car Guy

This costume will require some space, but if you can pull it off, you will give everyone at the office a fun experience.

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Disney Characters

From Belle to Cruella, Wicked Witch of the East, Maleficent, Goofy, Mini Mouse and many others, you can’t go wrong with one of these costumes. With so many options, you can make it as simple or intricate as you want.

Rizzo From Grease

Grease is one of the most popular musicals of all time and you can dress up as any of the characters in the movie. Here’s Rizzo, one of the Pink Ladies.

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Mark Zuckerberg or Steve Jobs Costumes

One thing Zuckerberg is known for is wearing the same style of clothes all the time, which also goes for Steve Jobs. So, if you have a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans for Zuckerberg and a black turtleneck, blue jeans, New Balance shoes and a pair of glasses for Jobs, you have two options.

Sock Hop

Still, in that era of Grease, a sock hop costume can be worn in any office environment.

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Facebook (Sort of…)

Are you the minimalist type? Well, nothing could be easier than this idea which comes courtesy of The Office. All Jim Halper did was write ‘book’ across his face, thus Facebook. This is from the Koi Pond episode which aired on October 29, 2009.

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Skeleton

You can easily make a skeleton by cutting the ribs on a white t-shirt and wearing a black top underneath. Add makeup to your face and you have a DIY skeleton.

Homer Simpson

Thirty years on TV and The Simpsons are still running. And going as Homer Simpson, or any member of this animated family, is one way you can have fun at the office.

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A Chip on Your Shoulder

Do you have a chip on your shoulder? Just take your favorite brand of chips, attach it with tape on your shoulder, and there you go — a costume you can put on and take off throughout the day. You can also do this by putting Smarties candies on your pants and going as ‘smartie pants’, cookies with a cap and gown for a smart cookie and the list goes on.

A Costume for You and Your Dog

If your office is pet-friendly, you can always make your dog part of the party. In this case, your dog can be Batman and you can go as Robin. There won’t be a more formidable duo at your office Halloween costume party.

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Animal Costumes

Dressing as your favorite animal is another costume idea for the workplace. This kind of costume can be simple and easy or you can get intricate. It all depends on how much time and money you want to spend, as well as your level of commitment.

Pixelated Images for Adults

As a DIY costume, this is another great idea that is also a lot of fun. Just make two cardboards with alternating colored squares for your top and bottom, and you have a costume. Wear nude color clothes underneath and it will complete the look.

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The great thing about Halloween is it lets you express yourself. If you’ve decided to encourage your employees to dress up, make the most of it and enjoy the process and the festivities that go along with it. All you have to do is make sure all costumes are workplace appropriate for your small business.

And if you have any office Halloween costume ideas you want to share with us, leave a comment below.

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Unintentionally festive movie review now. To All A Goodnight

I decide I want to watch films from listicles and stupid articles posted from facebook. I decide to do reviews/re-action blogs/liveblog posts, not because of the film but just if I have time/effort to put in. I'm watching this obviously christmas themed film in August (though i have no idea when I'll post this), the irony being that I don't actually watch Christmassy things at Christmas time. Its two years ago and girls are running around a house being chased by someone with an axe, unsure if this is a real threat or some weird sorority game One just fell over a bannister and is presumably dead but none of the others have time to react as the title sequence is starting, still confused if this was a game or not? Now it's present day and students are leaving for Christmas vacations in weather that looks brighter than Scotland in the summer. One of the girls left behind would rather spend christmas in a cave than with her mother, neglecting the fact that she doesn't need to do either because she's staying on campus with her friends so I don't really know why this is brought up Ominous music while a pair of hands put on gloves and take a knife from a drawer, the five girls and the sorority mother are at dinner so whoever this killer is we know straight away it's not one of the students There's a brunette with an obviously English posh style accent, not sure why she's at an american university Another girl has her boyfriend flying his daddies plane over for a booty call... maybe the university has a private runway? Or is he gonna walk from the airport? There's a sixth student called Cynthia who apparently wasn't feeling well and isn't hungry, maybe she's the killer then? Nevermind, Cynthia's sneaking away with her boyfriend Paul so is probably not planning on murdering her fellow sorority sisters. Cynthia is getting ready to leave right in front of her window and Paul is missing the free show because he's smoking-idiot. Don't worry, the audience gets to see naked boobs because you can't have a film about female university students and not show some boobs, it's like a law. Seriously though Cynthia if you're skipping dinner to wait for Paul you should've been ready by now. Paul's shouting at the house as if they're not trying to sneak out in the middle of the night. Paul's now been caught by the gloved hands, you know if Cynthia had been ready and he'd been quieter they could've been away already and possibly survived, oh well I wonder how the hands managed to sneak out and get behind Paul so quickly without any of the other students realising Students at dinner are now saying "God bless whoever built that airstrip" so that answers that question. Rich bf is expected at midnight because it's obviously going to be more dramatic that way. Clocks chiming as he walks in the door, dude plans on making an entrance. Cynthia finally sneaks out a door and not her window and two feet later is stabbed in the chest. There's no scream just a weak moan as if she's fell over. Definitely not our killer One of the girls thinks she saw something outside but she's the outsider and the others don't believe her. I wonder how she saw something cause it doesn't look like they're near any windows, and why didn't the person beside her see anything? Another girl is getting something from a room and the English one asks her to bring back the Chanel, because she simply must smell good while eating dessert? A tall strange dude with garden shears appears from nowhere talking about god and plants, obvious learning difficulties and religious = suspect in an 80s horror film. I don't think it's him though he's not wearing gloves Sorority mother starts clearing plates away and none of the students are helping. Universities teaching life skills and good manners since like never. Girls start taking the piss out of the gardener dude as he walks through their dining room, outsider girl (Nancy) doesn't seem to be laughing with them. Good on you Nancy! One girl says their gonna do the dishes for the House Mother so she can go to bed, an obvious ploy to get her to bed so they can have an orgy with the rich bf when he gets there Oh, not only do they want her to bed they're actually drugging her, and joking that she might never wake up. Nice to know they're so appreciative of her. The girls are going in the halfdark to meet the plane. One says he's early and they'll have more time to *muffled*, but when it lands she says he's late. Make up your mind woman! Bfs friends are all dressed like Santa because something about this has to be Christmassy somewhere. Bf is kinda rude to the pilot, probably forgetting that it's his dad's plane and his dad who will be paying the pilot and not him. I hope the pilot tells the dad about this 'secret' flight One of the guys has brought an acoustic guitar. Like, could you not. This is always the worst at parties. At least they've taken off the Santa suits... Also this isn't really quiet and secret anymore, no one's even checked if the House Mother is sleeping Another dude starts on about medical procedures. Dude with those glasses and that shirt you need better game. English girl is going to get alcohol but for all of them they'd need a good few cases and the fridge is tiny. Bet the guys didn't even bring any, this party sucks! Killer is now in a Santa suit, before it was just gloves but since the bfs friends were in suits I think he's borrowed one of theirs English girl wants to be taken to bed but instead she gets her throat cut. No struggling at all although her eyes did roll back. Gardenerman Ralph tells Nancy to go to bed and lock her doors, he can't be the killer he's still in the same clothes as earlier One dude Tom wonders where English girl has went and someone says maybe she left him, like you're in her Sorority where she stays, where would she go? Tom ends up outside and finds English girls body before being attacked by the evil Santa. Decides not to call for help or run away but to try and fight, what an idiot. Tom gets bashed with a rock and there's a sort of close up that would be gruesome if it wasn't a cheap 80s film and the face is in so much darkness you can't see anything. Santa buries at least one, possibly both, maybe even all four of his victims bodies, it's not really clear. Back inside guitar guy is making out with one of the girls that’s left. She probably figured if she kisses him at least he's not trying to sing Medical student is fidgeting awkwardly while looking at the other girl sitting right beside him, obviously too scared to move. They're now going to bed, and it looks as though medical student is going to be taken advantage of. Posh bf is topless in bed while his girl is singing and doing ballet twirls, because that’s why he took his dads plane; to see her dance... The girl meets Nancy going to the kitchen and says she might marry this one, Nancy says its a bit sudden. Obviously not some long term relationship they're in, but that just begs the question why did this guy fly a plane specifically to meet her? And how did they arrange this in the days before Snapchat? The girl and Nancy are going to the fridge and step in English girls blood, the girl thinks its Ralph’s and leaves while Nancy starts to clean. Nancy's like the only semi-decent one here. Also I bet none of them have actually done the dishes they said  they would Girl is making a lot of noise in bed with posh bf and unsure if she's meant to be orgasming or sneezing Nancy, with her milk, is now outside and watches them for a while. Creepy much? Girl with guitar player are naked on the floor in like the living room and suddenly he gets and arrow through the head and her head is chopped off with an axe. Killer is no longer dressed as Santa but in a suit of armour that was in the room, mixing things up a little. Nancy wanders back to her room and doesn't seem to notice the bloodstain on her window. Ralph suddenly comes in through the large window/door and starts telling her somethings up. It doesn't feel right that the gardener has such easy access to teenage girls rooms at a university even if in this film he isn't the killer. Ralph leaves through the door this time, after giving Nancy a bible and telling her to pray repeatedly. He may not be a killer but he's still a bit weird. Santa boots are digging again, is there two killers or do they just like repeated costume changes? Maybe it was too heavy to walk around in chainmail? At this point I'm not sure who the killer is but I am guessing it must relate back to the girl killed in the chase two years ago. Some unknown family member maybe, because if it doesn't relate back then there'd be no point in that start. Medical students trying to read and his girl is basically pressuring him into sex. He tried to get away so badly he fell off a bed. If a guy was acting like this to a girl it'd be classed as rape. It's the next day and breakfast time, the survivors are planning a picnic and don't even know what happened to the rest yet. House mother has woken up after being drugged, and doesn't mention the dishes so I assume someone did them at some point, possibly Nancy House mother doesn’t question any of the guys being there.. Medical student is less awkward and more outgoing, so doesn't seem to be traumatised by his rape yet. He says Nancy is cute and she denies it repeatedly, obviously he remembers what its like being the outsider and possibly appreciates her looks more than the obvious heavily madeup face of his abuser. Nancy's denying it due to an ingrained low self esteem, compounded by living 24/7 with the other bitchy students. Nancy falls over Ralph’s body in the woods. This wasn't buried like the others and he was alive in the background as they had breakfast so its unsure when he got killed. Rich bf asks the chief of police if he has to tell their parents. Like someone (well one that they know of) has been murdered! The police have protocol to follow and don't care if you'll get in trouble with daddy you dumb fuck. Apparently Ralph has a record for assault and robbery, I wonder why the university didn't do a background check on their gardener before they hired him. Police chief leaves some officers at the house to stand guard and warns them not to touch the students, sounds like he doesn't have much faith in them... Nancy and medical student think the killers still about because the others are still missing. The others leave them alone, I sense he's switching his attentions to her instead of his abuser. She's the nicest one, you should be with her! In saying that though medical student dude is one of the four close enough to rich prick to be brought on the plane. He must be at least part asshole to be included in that group House mother isn't concerned about the killer and says she has a rolling pin to protect herself. I think it's really her. The abusers getting changed but this time there's not even any sideboob. I guess they've filled their quota Posh bf hears his girl laughing in her room with the police officer but he can't say anything as he's been getting closer to medical students abuser. Santa is taking out an axe, Nancy and medical student are right to be worried! Policeman on patrol asks Santa what theyre doing in that dumb outfit and the axe is firmly planted in his head. That greeting suggests its someone he knew though so it must be the House Mother Policeman who was inside is now in the students bed and they're both naked, or topless at least. Guess he didn't listen to the chief earlier Also nothing was exposed of her apart from her shoulders, definitely used up all their sexual quota Nevermind, you can see boobs just as shes about to get in the shower...before doing a weird kinda half scream thing because there's a decapitated head hanging in the shower. At this point police man comes in knifed in the back, however Santa has another knife with which to shut this bitch up Rich bf and the abuser are outside which seems stupid since the police chief told them to stay inside, however given killer santa's in one of the bathrooms maybe its good their outside Somehow while theyre kissing Santa has managed to come outside, climb up the tree they're standing at, and loop a wire around his neck and is strangling him... How that did not make enough noise to be noticed is a mystery I fear will not be explained Abuser runs to the door and eventually Nancy and medical student let her in. They go to warn house mother but her rooms empty - its obviously her now! Medical student tries to call help but literally as he picks up the phone Santa cuts the wire, good timing on Santas part there Posh boys original girl who did it with the policeman is called Leia, and is apparently still alive. She's singing and doing ballet again because that’s what you do when you find a decapitated head in your shower then watch a policeman get murdered Santa’s here again and takes off the mask, it is the house mother = knew it! Apparently her daughter was the one that fell at the start of the film, she's blaming Nancy but Nancy says this is her first year so she possibly just blames them all. This doesn't explain why she didn't kill Leia in the shower though? Abuser run out to get rich pricks pilot to fly them away and Santas run after her, again ignoring Leia who's still doing ballet While the pilot#s trying to fix the plane Santa has somehow sneaked past and is inside the cockpit. Santa runs the engines on and propellor kills the pilot, maybe abuser too you don't see anything just blood on the windsheild (Leland loves his blood on the windshield!!) The killers back in the house searching for Nancy, again ignoring Leia who's twirling in the living room Where's medical student? Last I seen of him he was trying to use the phone! Killers now fell off the balcony, like mother like daughter, but seems like she's still alive Another santa brings her body in and its the police chief. That's her husband, and now she's dead he wants to kill Nancy. Medical student pops up from somewhere and shoots this santa with a crossbow he got from somewhere... He runs away with Nancy and Leia remains doing ballet as the credits take over because why not?

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Lloyd of the Dance

IT’S CHRIIIIIIIIIIIISTMAAAS! Like hell it is. Personally, I think there should a blanket ban on all Christmas products and advertising until the first of December. Anyone caught violating it would be suspended upside down in a chimney until Christmas Day as penance. Of course I’m excluding advent calendars, but I think of them as advent products rather than Christmas products, and banning them until December makes them very difficult to use properly. Regardless, I think I’ve made the point that I maintain a steadfast attitude of Bah Humbug until the twenty-fifth is actually in sight, so you can imagine my outrage as the Christmas adverts started coming out of the woodwork.

I’ll start with a bizarre and disgusting advert that, to be honest, has nothing to do with Christmas. Yesterday I had the misfortune of watching Oasis’ new advert for a product they aren’t selling. They’re following on from that bizarre and disgusting thing a couple of years ago where an advert had two pretend strangers kiss for the first time in front of a video camera. I can’t even remember what it was advertising, but the clinical aura and the sense of unease it imbued in the viewer was difficult to forget, and in a bid not to be forgotten Oasis has gone for the same thing. Two strangers are asked to drink from a single Oasis bottle with a cap at both ends, one which isn’t even a real product. Surprisingly enough, this results in hesitant scenes, mostly culminating in both gagging and spraying a mixture of saliva and Oasis juice drink all over the room and each other. Unpleasant doesn’t quite cover it. I don’t even know what it was trying to say, that Oasis is so good you’ll be willing to ingest someone else’s putrid, curry flavoured mouth gunk just for a sip? I’ve no idea who though this advert might have been a good idea, because it really isn’t. I’ve never really tried Oasis, and I’m certainly not going to now that I’ve permanently associated it with the image of two people spitting on each other.

Of course, the Oasis advert is just trying to tie in to the current fashion in advertising, that of seeming friendly and promoting social unity or whatever. In theory, I don’t have a problem with people trying to bring a little more love and understanding into the world, but when the message is being put across by a multinational cooperation I start to lose my faith in whether it’s actually genuine. While the advert remains disgusting, I get the principle of bringing people together. However, when this is being said by Coca-Cola, who on a fundamental level couldn’t care less about togetherness provided people keep buying their cans of liquid sugar, my natural cynicism kicks in and I start seeing such adverts as little more than an attempt to sell more drinks by associating them with something that people want at that moment in time, which is all an advert really is, if you think about it. Usually I wouldn’t care, like when they use Star Wars to advertise toothbrushes or whatever Star Wars is advertising at the moment, but I do think that the world could stand to be a little more united so the thought of massive companies pretending to care just to make themselves even richer genuinely angers me.

In my eyes, banks are the worst offenders. I’m aware that I’ve had this little rant before, but I was out of ideas for this week so I’m doing it again. The bloody Lloyds adverts have been around for a while now, with their new slogan, ‘By your side’, which makes me want to wretch. I mean, they’re all crap, but the mental health one angers me so much I try to avoid it whenever I can. It’s a good advert. It makes an excellent point about mental health and recognising it, which I suppose isn’t surprising when you consider that it was made with Mental Health UK. If this was just an advert promoting mental health awareness I would fully support its broadcast, but I just can’t for the simple principle that it was made by a BANK. Banks are not ‘by your side’. Banks are the wretched monoliths which tower above capitalism like volcanoes, just waiting to burst and pour rock and fire down on the poor people below. Banks are businesses. They can dress themselves anyway they want, put silly hats on or wrap themselves in sheep’s wool but the fact remains, they don’t care about you. They don’t care about your family, your health or your mental health. It makes no difference to them whether you live or die or are sold into slavery providing you keep giving them money. I’m well aware that there’s probably a significant number of people in the UK suffering from mental health problems because of Lloyds’ bringing them to financial or physical ruin. They don’t care about people, they care about profit, so pretending to have such noble goal doesn’t endear them to me, it just drives my ire as they profane something so worthy of respect. I suppose the slogan isn’t too inaccurate after all. If you sign any contract with Lloyds, they will be by your side for life. They’ll follow wherever you go, keeping to the shadows and just biding their time, waiting until either the world destroys you or they do so they can siphon off whatever’s left of your life as profit. By your side indeed.

All right, now you know quite how angry I am at the moment, let’s finally hit Christmas. John Lewis! Ever since that incredibly trite advert a few years ago with the boy and the baked beans the world has been watching your Christmas advert, and they’ve been going downhill from what wasn’t a high summit in the first place. This year they decided to cut all ties and do nothing to do with Christmas or John Lewis, instead showing a two minute trailer for an upcoming Elton John biopic. The implication is that if you buy something like a piano from John Lewis for Christmas, the recipient may then metamorphose into Elton John. It’s completely ludicrous. John Lewis only started selling pianos this year, just to get their advert to make sense. You get the feeling that they booked Elton John for the job then just sat back and watched a Flog It marathon. “Ought we try to write something for this year’s Christmas advert?”                                         “Nah. We’ve got Elton John.” I find it hard to believe that the planning of the advert went any other way. It’s a film about Elton John. That’s it. They end with the tagline – ‘Some gifts are more than just gifts’, which is true, but ignores the fact that 99.99% of gifts are. They certainly are if they come from John Lewis, they even have a section of their website labelled ‘Gifts’. I’m not even going to touch on how clicking that brings you to a rather sexist page for ‘Gifts for her’ and ‘Gifts for him’. I don’t think my poor laptop would survive.

Sainsbury’s! Oh no, just because John Lewis’ efforts were pitiful doesn’t mean you’re getting away with it. Sainsbury’s decided to copy John Lewis’ advert from earlier this year, the one with the school production, only they changed the song from Bohemian Rhapsody to the New Radicals’ You Get What You Give, which when you listen to the lyrics seems an interesting choice. It followed that pattern we saw in Love Actually and those dire Nativity films, where the school nativity becomes an amazing festival of music and amazing costumes that stirs the soul. In many ways it just seems mocking to actual parents who have to go to real nativity productions, which are inevitably just half an hour of four year olds with dish cloths on their head wandering about among other four year wearing bad cow suits and singing simple songs very quietly. To be fair, I’m only talking about the final number of the nativity in Love Actually where the girl comes out and sings All I Want for Christmas is You. The rest is more true to life, and the finale is played for comic effect. Just to be clear, I LIKE that film. My word, you’re unlikely to ever hear me say that in this column again.

Having said that, I actually don’t mind Tesco’s advert. It does what it needs to, shows lots of attractive food and just generally gives a sense of festive relaxation. It’s not a master class in film making, it isn’t going to shatter the earth, but it’s certainly the best offering so far. It does what was asked of it. Oh yes. You’ve seen it coming haven’t you. I’m getting ready. In less than one sentence I’m now going to segue into The Apprentice! The link of course being that Jackie and Khadija completely failed to do what was asked of them in the hairdresser’s courtyard during this week’s gardening task. Rather than jet wash the place as requested, they poured water on the floor and then brushed all of the dirt that had lifted from under the plant pots into the centre. It was not a good showing. They are ridiculously lucky that their team won. Khadija didn’t even seem to understand how a leaf blower works, and I don’t mean the mechanics of it, I mean that it blows leaves. I’ve no idea how long she spent in that courtyard blowing leaves around, but given that there was nowhere for the leaves to go, the fact that she tried at all indicates a condemnable fault in reason. Did she think that a leaf blower blew leaves out of existence? Then Jasmine and Sabrina claimed to have renovated a rooftop by painting odd planks of a bench yellow and dotting Homebase plants about in their sale pots. I hope they at least took the prices off.

To be honest, I don’t think that Kayode deserved to be fired. There were people on the other team who were far more deserving. However, he did dress up in a daffodil hood and call himself the sunflower guy, which is difficult to ignore, and he had a howler in the pitch last week, even though it wasn’t explicitly his fault. So farewell Kayode. You weren’t useless, but you were rubbish.

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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON WINK’S MAIN VOCAL SOJUNG…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 23 DEBUT AGE: 21 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 17 SKILL POINTS: 15 VOCAL | 05 DANCE | 00 RAP | 10 PERFORMANCE

INTERVIEW

with the delicate, demure eyes of a doe, and the curvature of a femme fatale, wink’s main vocalist possesses a duality that not many idols are fortunate enough to divulge to the korean public at large. when first hand-selected by the executives at koala.t industries, they thought it would be wise to play up her youth in comparison to the rest of the members; being one of the youngest, she was instructed to present a playful, over-the-top and almost coquettish banter on variety shows; even in interviews. the mixture of a bubbly charisma paired up with a sweetly sexy image that suited her group’s evolving concepts seemed to work well in her favor, but occasionally, she would take comments too far, or act a little too childish with her members that netizens begin to deem her as ‘annoying’ or ‘rude.’ this, in turn, led to a series of attitude scandals that blossomed mostly online. this left her company curious as to whether or not she was truly likable. after a multitude of meetings with her public relations team, it was decided that she would slowly transition into someone that leaned more soft, more tongue-in-cheek, and altogether, less sloppy. so, since their first music show win, she’s almost become a totally different person; one who waits her turn to speak, and when she does, is just as witty as before. fans have taken kindly to the apparent change, praising her for ‘growing up’ and being subtly hilarious.

on-stage, she presents a luminous, covetous display of aegyo: sending winks, kisses, hand-heart symbols, and so forth to the audiences she performs for. while many think that this is done in order to capitalize on her natural effervescence and sense of humor, or even to show gratitude to wink’s supporters, it’s mostly in practice to distract the daunting eyes of critics and online haters from her extremely lacking dance skills; she being arguably the worst dancer in the group. known for putting on a great live show, and for having seemingly stronger choreography than their vocals sometimes, sojung was beginning to stand-out a lot, but not for good reasons. word got back to her on how she was being referred to as ‘lazy’ for not putting as much effort or energy into her movements, and her excuse of ‘trying to focus more on her singing’ while performing was growing tired and overused. due to this, she spends hours upon hours of extra time rehearsing choreography to increase her confidence in movement; not ever wanting to be the odd one out. little-by-little, she’s shown gradual signs of improvement, and she hopes that she’ll match the others’ level soon.

BIOGRAPHY

triggers: abandonment, death, verbal abuse, body dysmorphia. i. an eight year old jang sojung is found seated at the foot of her parents’ king-sized bed; observant oculars gazing over at the woman who raised her in the reflection of her vanity’s looking glass, the aroma of wild rose and lychee scented body butter tickling the little one’s nostrils to burn a memory into place. curious as ever, the youngest of the household watched as mother’s manicured fingertips patted skincare into her luminous, pale complexion; the high-priced toners, moisturizers, and serums sinking into her pores to lift the gently etched in wrinkles beginning to form around the circumference of her eyes, and it’s in that moment when the silence is broken by that familiar, warm tone of voice. “sojung-ie…” the older woman lilted, pivoting around in her seat to set a doting gaze upon her daughter, the one of two that looked nearly identical to her. “do you want mommy to help you look pretty?” at the query propositioned to her, the child spritely lifted herself from the mattress and moved to replace her elder in the chair positioned before the luxurious countertop full of cushion foundations, powders, eyeliners, and false lashes. picking up a hairbrush, the matriarch of their abode began to glide each boar bristle through the babe’s long, chocolatey-hued tresses; humming a happy tune in harmony with the birds perched upon a tree near the window. only moments later, sojung gazed into the mirror and at her newly elevated features: cherry lipstick accentuating the curve of her pout, thick mascara curling up her eyelashes higher, and the peachiest of rouges bringing attention to her globular cheeks; the genuine smile that tugged onto the corners of her lips a clear conveyance of her newfound confidence. stamping a kiss atop her head, the girl’s mother leaned in close and shared in her daughter’s exuberance; leaving her with a bit of sage advice that, unfortunately, years into the future, she’d end up forgetting. “just remember, my darling love, that even without all of these products, without all of the lights, and the makeup, you’re still the most beautiful girl in the world. want to know why?” a pause followed, the tinier version of jang sojin blinked a few times in befuddlement. “because you have a kind heart, love. no one can never, ever take that away from you.” standing taller on the surface of the armchair, sojung turned and easily wrapped her arms around her mom; holding her so close, and so tight, for around a minute before whispering an “i love you so much, momma” against her chest; overcome with adoration. ii. a bouquet of vibrant roses of variegated shades of vermillion was held tight against the now eleven year old’s chest with one hand while her other palm clutched onto the smoothness of her older sister’s; its grip tight, seeking love, seeking guidance, and most importantly, seeking strength. tears full of unanswered questions, of not being able to say goodbye, and of anger streamed down the length of sojung’s contour; her mother’s coffin slowly being lowered into the ground on the most vivid, exquisite autumn morning: approxiamately one week before the start of chuseok. never in a million years had she thought that she would be thanking her mom’s spirit for protection during korea’s fall festivities at such a small age, yet here she was: trembling as she wondered why such grim fate was had on such an innocent, beautiful soul. it only took a few milliseconds for jang sojin to lose her life on impact due to a drunk driver carelessly plowing into her vehicle late at night, but it would take her husband, and her two daughters, many hours of lost sleep, many years of wishing she was around, and many weeks of grieving to overcome this bout of trauma that catapulted itself into their once happy lives. now, the littlest sibling’s father couldn’t even look at her without erupting into tears; her stunning visage an exact replica of the woman now long gone, her one-of-a-kind beauty now becoming one with the soil only to later blossom into buds of beauteous flora. iii. with tired knees pressed flush against the hard tile of the kitchen floor, yellow rubber gloves protecting fourteen year old palms from chemicals, and a face mask concealing her nose from the sulfurous odor of harsh fumes, sojung worked ardently to complete the list of chores her stepmother left for her; the itinerary spanning nearly two pages of insanely tedious, menial, flat-out unnecessary tasks to be completed by the time she returned home from the day spa with her friends. instead of simply mopping up the floors, she was instructed to scrub away at them by hand since it made them sparkle more, and in the thrush of all of this, her older sister came in from the other room, slipped on the moisture and spilled soda all over its surface, and almost as if on cue, the horror herself walked through the front door. “soyee-yah…” the younger of the two whispered, fear captured in her eyes as the older woman sauntered into the kitchen and immediately began to berate both of them for their clumsiness, for their mistake. while the words covered in acid and fire weren’t aimed necessarily at her, the smaller stared at the upset expression decorating her beloved sibling’s countenance and recalled the countless number of times that she protected her from bullies. being a lot more brave than she, soyee always fought people that threatened to harm sojung’s person, and now seeing the short-haired girl in shambles and in such a rarely vulnerable state brought out a rage in the the shorter. moving to stand tall, she positioned herself so that she was standing in front of her blood relative like a mother cat guarding her young; sights set on their father’s wife. “don’t you ever talk to her like that!” her voice loud, fueled with treacherous destruction. “who do you think you are? we were here before you, and we’ll be here after you, too! stop treating us like servants to you and your stupid sons. no one — not even my dad — likes them, and i’d be surprised if he actually likes you, too!” if looks could kill, sojung would have fallen dead in that moment, and after those events transpired, the patriarch of their home, the man that put them into this situation, informed the girls that they would be moving to seoul to live with their grandparents. it was then that the pair of them suffered their first heartbreak, and it was unfortunately in the hands of their own father: the man who promised he would never, ever hurt them. iv. at the beginning of the holiday season, sojung was warming up her voice in scales backstage at her high school’s winter musical. after failing to land a solid role the first few years of attendance, she’d taken singing lessons and worked her way up to a lead role; forever proud of herself. however, when one of her peers working costumes began to tighten the corset she donned around her waist a little too tight, then made a joke about her weight, the teen queen whipped around and glared. “do you want me to kick your ass, gippeum? if you call me fat one more time, i swear to god, i’ll make sure that no one recognizes you by tomorrow!” having stood up to her stepmother years prior, and suffered through ample amounts of horrible bullying in her childhood, she was adamant about never being taken advantage of, or walked all over ever again. did that make her a bit of a terror to some people? perhaps, but in her mind, it was all in self- defense… most of the time. hours later, after a standing ovation capping off the show’s closing night, she was approached by a man dressed to impress, and he handed her a business card for an entertainment company; urging her to audition for an open call that had just been announced a few days prior. all of this seemed to be such serendipitous timing as, only a few weeks ago, soyee had auditioned, and been offered a trainee slot, for midas media. all of this was amounting to be so mysterious, but still so exciting for the two of them. preparing a song that she adored, she entered the panel of executives for msg entertainment, became a bit nervous, flubbed her words, and wasn’t ever contacted again for a callback. disappointed, but still determined, she looked up other auditions in the area and later discovered that another talent conglomerate, koala.t industries, was hosting their own search for singers, dancers, and rappers, too. signing up, she worked night and day with her vocal coach, and when the moment came for her to shine again, she actually succeeded: lyrics were accurate, pitch was solid, technique was alright, and after a job well-done, she was overloaded with high self-esteem: even going so far as to get her grandparents to take her out to dinner to celebrate. it was at that dinner, though, that she was emailed about returning a week later with new preparations, and as luck would have it, a month after that, she was offered a spot to train beneath them in hopes of making a début. v. the year was two thousand and sixteen, and a twenty-one year old sojung finally stepped onto the stage shared by a multitude of her seniors; tv cameras spiraling around them, each girl shining in her own spotlight, and out of all of them, she was the one tasked to handle the more complex vocals — a main vocalist, through and through. back then, she had no idea what she was doing, and in a sense, she liked it that way. it was a time of deep discovery of self, and she was slowly, but surely, learning that, as much as fame seemed fun from an outsider’s perspective, it was arduous, and terrifying, and the most taxing challenge that she’d ever subjected herself to. from being labelled as unprofessional and immature, to being objectified by strangers online, it was a whirlwind of mixed emotions that she thought she’d never learn to navigate. then, in the following year, when wink received their first music show win with a slightly sexier comeback, she was no longer looked at as a competent singer, but more as a set of hips, breasts, and legs; a voluptuous frame that contained no substance, only ornaments. the change in their concept was definitely earning them greater success, and for that, she was grateful, but it was only making herself stand in front of the mirror and knit-pick each and every little thing about her body. comments on the world wide web claimed that she’d gained weight, others insisted she’d lost weight. some alleged that she was talentless, others fought and said she was one of the best vocalists in modern day k-pop. the positives and the negatives mixed to create a very interesting cocktail, and with every new day, it’s becoming harder and harder for her to accept it. the year is two thousand and eighteen, and despite all of the love she receives from her sister, and even after the golden advice her mother gave her at eight years old, she finds herself unhappy: questioning what her worth is, and whether or not she can live up to the image that koala.t paints her to be. truth be told, she doesn’t know if she even wants to become that girl, but for the time being, she keeps her head down, she complies, and vows to show the world someday that, despite her alluring visuals, despite her title, and despite wink’s reputation, she’s actually talented; she’s actually human.

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40 Office Halloween Costume Ideas

How popular is Halloween? According to the National Retail Federation’s annual survey, Americans were set to spend around $9 billion in 2018. And more than a third of this tally ($3.2 billion) went to costumes.

So, who are the people spending the $3.2 billion in costumes? Well, they could be your employees. And if you’ve decided to allow your employees to wear costumes to work, you also may want to join them! Of course, you’ll also want the costumes to be appropriate to the work environment. But where can you and your employees get Halloween costume ideas?

Search no more. Here are 40 office Halloween costume ideas that will allow you and your employees to have fun while still projecting the right image for your small business.

Office Halloween Costume Ideas List

Halloween Costumes From The Office

It seems appropriate to start this list with ideas from hit NBC television show The Office. And the effort Dwight Shrute puts into his costumes on the show should help get the ball rolling. Here is Dwight as the Joker from “The Dark Knight”.

This is from the Employee Transfer episode which aired originally on October 30, 2008.

image: NBC

Let Your Employees Dress up as You

Your employees may be concerned they’ll get in some hot water for doing this. But assure them it’s all in good fun (as long as you’re comfortable taking a joke.) If everyone goes along with it, this could be great for morale!

Dwight Shrute

The popularity of The Office means it has fans across all demographics. And with Dwight’s shenanigans on the show, it is only fair anyone should be able to dress like him. Here is a simple costume which shows your appreciation for Dwight.

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“are you trying to hurt my feelings? because if so, you are succeeding. fortunately, my feelings regenerate at twice the speed of a normal human.” -dwight schrute • happy halloween ? ?: @taijaayotte

A post shared by @ bears.beets.cayla on Oct 31, 2017 at 2:22pm PDT

An Emoji

Emojis let you express how you feel when you are messaging. This makes another easy DIY costume. You can create emojis on a piece of cardboard with different emotions and use different ones throughout the day. Or have one displaying them all at the same time.

Cotton Candy Costume

Another thing which is synonymous with Halloween is candy. So why not go as cotton candy. Here’s a playful DIY costume you can make with just a few items.

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Vampire

Here’s an all-time classic Halloween costume classic. While it is not as original, men and women can go as a vampire. You can give it your own twist by adding special-effects, contact lenses and more.

Candy Corn

While still on the candy theme, it wouldn’t be Halloween without candy corn. This fun and bright costume will cheer everyone up at the office.

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Ghost

Two holes in a sheet and you have a ghost costume. As far as Halloween costume ideas for office workers go, this has got to be one of the easiest ones.

A Fortune Teller in your Office

One way to get everyone in the office to participate in the festivities of Halloween is to go dressed as a fortune teller. This costume is especially creative if the person also includes some of the tools of the trade.

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Second year in a row winning 1st prize for a Halloween costume contest. NBD ? . . . . #diycostume #fortuneteller #palmreading #palmreader #tarotcards #tarot #crystalball #cricut #cricutdiy #homemade #recycle #cutecosplay #officecostume #costumecontest #winning

A post shared by Judith DeNiro (@judith_deniro) on Oct 26, 2018 at 11:03am PDT

Food Costumes

Want to be a vegetable, fruit, snack, dessert or any other food type? Dressing as an edible is very popular. You can be as creative as you want with these ideas. Just make sure you will still be able to work with your costume.

Clark Kent/Superman

This costume could actually be a two for one. You can dress in a suit with glasses and be Clark Kent. But if something should arise in the office, you can unbutton your shirt and reveal you are actually Superman.

Social Butterfly

This costume has become popular in the past couple of years. However, you can add your favorite social media channels and make it your own.

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I’ve always been teased about being a social butterfly ? so I thought it only appropriate to go as one to work today! I so enjoy pun inspired costumes.

A post shared by Sydneexo ? | Blogger+YouTuber (@livelifeyourway) on Oct 31, 2017 at 3:17pm PDT

Mime

If you have black skinny jeans, a striped shirt, suspenders and a beret, you have yourself a mime costume. Add the white makeup and you are ready to amuse your co-workers all day long.

The Twitter Bird

A certain president has made Twitter more popular than ever. So why not go as the Twitter bird and get everybody tweeting. This DIY costume comes from Elizabethany, a radio and social media personality.

image: Elizabethany

The Cast of Seinfeld

If you have a small or large group, this costume idea can include the four main characters, or many of the other well know supporting cast. You can take it a step further and include the whole office. Speaking of offices, you can do this for The Office or any of your other favorite shows. All it takes is clothes you probably have in your closet

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Make this childhood game come to life with adult-sized costumes of rock, paper, scissors.

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Happy Halloween Weekend from my squad to yours ?#wherestherockemoji ??? #teachercostume #diycostume

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  What about the Spice Girls?

This is a tongue in cheek take on the girl band Spice Girls. Instead of tight revealing outfits, these ladies are wearing aprons with actual spice tags.

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The “Spice Girls” …. minus Cinnamon! ???? Love you ladies! ? . . . . . #halloweencostume #halloween #grouphalloweencostume #groupcostume #groupcostume #coworkers #coworkersbelike #coworkerlove #youcanttripwithus #youcantsitwithus

A post shared by ????? ?????? – ????????????? (@mybuffalonest) on Oct 31, 2017 at 6:11am PDT

The Addams Family

On the slightly creepier and adult side, you can do The Addams Family. If there is one family which epitomizes Halloween, this one is it with a great sense of humor to boot.

Is that Photoshopped?

Photoshop is so popular it has become a verb. And if you make your costume this intricate, your co-workers will be asking if you have been photoshopped.

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10.31.2016 Mrs. Chan’s Halloween costume was graphic design based – Adobe Photoshop! #gca #graphiccommunicationsacademy #camadgca #camad #halloween #halloweencostume #photoshopcostume #adobephotoshop

A post shared by Graphic Communications Academy (@phs.camad.gca) on Jan 1, 2017 at 4:02pm PST

Temporary Tattoos

Temporary tattoos are a great way to create a different persona. They are cheap and easy to apply. You can go all out and really create a great costume with this idea.

Easy Ceiling Fan Costume

This costume uses a simple play on words to get its message across. You’ll make co-workers think for a minutes than laugh at the pun. This is easy to do, funny and not too outrageous.

image: Good Housekeeping

Uncle Sam

Do you work at an accounting firm? What better way to keep everyone on their toes than to dress as Uncle Sam. All you need is a top hat, a white wig, a bow tie, a goatee and you are set.  You can add the coat and the striped pants if you want to go all out.

Bread Winner

This is another costume which takes the meaning of a word literally and makes it funny. All you need are some medals around your neck and some bread.

image: Good Housekeeping

Comic Book Super Heroes for Men and Women

We’ve already mentioned Superman. When it comes to costume ideas, comic books provide a treasure trove. Spiderman, Wonder Woman, The Hulk, Super Girl, and the list goes on. Choose your favorite superhero and go for it.

Flo from Progressive

Flo from Progressive was one of the most successful marketing personalities with more than 100 commercials. If your industry handles insurance, so much the better.

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buy the item that is between my pointer finger and thumb

A post shared by Official Flo From Progressive (@progressives_flo) on Feb 13, 2015 at 12:50pm PST

The Minions

You can go solo as a single Minion or include everyone in the office as part of a theme. This is also an easy and fun costume the whole crew can participate in.

Bob Ross

Long after his passing in 1995, Bob Ross is more popular than ever. With this costume, you can include a co-worker and bring the whole thing together.

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Let’s go a little crazy. #bobrosscouplescostume

A post shared by Allyson Vranish (@allyvranish) on Oct 31, 2015 at 8:38pm PDT

Bulletin Board

Just take some post-it notes, write different messages and pin them on a long-sleeved shirt. And you will become a bulletin board. You can make this bigger by making yourself one large post-it note.

Inflatable Car Guy

This costume will require some space, but if you can pull it off, you will give everyone at the office a fun experience.

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A post shared by Leah Connor (@leahcville) on Oct 31, 2018 at 6:23pm PDT

Disney Characters

From Belle to Cruella, Wicked Witch of the East, Maleficent, Goofy, Mini Mouse and many others, you can’t go wrong with one of these costumes. With so many options, you can make it as simple or intricate as you want.

Rizzo From Grease

Grease is one of the most popular musicals of all time and you can dress up as any of the characters in the movie. Here’s Rizzo, one of the Pink Ladies.

image: teenvogue

Mark Zuckerberg or Steve Jobs Costumes

One thing Zuckerberg is known for is wearing the same style of clothes all the time, which also goes for Steve Jobs. So, if you have a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans for Zuckerberg and a black turtleneck, blue jeans, New Balance shoes and a pair of glasses for Jobs, you have two options.

Sock Hop

Still, in that era of Grease, a sock hop costume can be worn in any office environment.

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Spooky sock hop vibes ? #31daysofhalloween

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Facebook (Sort of…)

Are you the minimalist type? Well, nothing could be easier than this idea which comes courtesy of The Office. All Jim Halper did was write ‘book’ across his face, thus Facebook. This is from the Koi Pond episode which aired on October 29, 2009.

image: NBC

Skeleton

You can easily make a skeleton by cutting the ribs on a white t-shirt and wearing a black top underneath. Add makeup to your face and you have a DIY skeleton.

Homer Simpson

Thirty years on TV and The Simpsons are still running. And going as Homer Simpson, or any member of this animated family, is one way you can have fun at the office.

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Simpsons cosplay at the Kawasaki Halloween parade 2015 #instagramjapan #thesimpsons #simpsons #homersimpson #homer #bartsimpson #bart #lisasimpson #lisa #margesimpson #marge #maggie #simpsonsfan #simpsonsfamily #simpsonscosplay #kawasaki #halloweenjapan #kawasakihalloween #?????? #????2015

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A Chip on Your Shoulder

Do you have a chip on your shoulder? Just take your favorite brand of chips, attach it with tape on your shoulder, and there you go — a costume you can put on and take off throughout the day. You can also do this by putting Smarties candies on your pants and going as ‘smartie pants’, cookies with a cap and gown for a smart cookie and the list goes on.

A Costume for You and Your Dog

If your office is pet-friendly, you can always make your dog part of the party. In this case, your dog can be Batman and you can go as Robin. There won’t be a more formidable duo at your office Halloween costume party.

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Animal Costumes

Dressing as your favorite animal is another costume idea for the workplace. This kind of costume can be simple and easy or you can get intricate. It all depends on how much time and money you want to spend, as well as your level of commitment.

Pixelated Images for Adults

As a DIY costume, this is another great idea that is also a lot of fun. Just make two cardboards with alternating colored squares for your top and bottom, and you have a costume. Wear nude color clothes underneath and it will complete the look.

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Pixels. ??? Featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. @cosmopolitan?? http://www.cosmopolitan.com/style-beauty/fashion/g7521450/funny-halloween-costumes/

A post shared by @ piyo298 on Oct 15, 2017 at 5:24pm PDT

The great thing about Halloween is it lets you express yourself. If you’ve decided to encourage your employees to dress up, make the most of it and enjoy the process and the festivities that go along with it. All you have to do is make sure all costumes are workplace appropriate for your small business.

And if you have any office Halloween costume ideas you want to share with us, leave a comment below.

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