#racket’s 13 days of halloween

[candescentdibromoindigodreams]

Years go by and I’m still haunted by the images from the mind of @entanglednow

[biglisbonnews]

Fresh Pressed: Model/Actriz Release Their First LP This is Fresh Pressed, in which photographer Matt Weinberger takes us inside some of the rawest moments happening in NYC and beyond. Fresh Pressed is all about encountering the juicy ideas, aesthetics and people shaping culture through the lens of the city's many creative scenes.Model/Actriz LP Release Show @ The Hole (2/25/23)Brooklyn-based band Model/Actriz, comprised of Ruben Radlauer, Aaron Shapiro, Cole Haden and Jack Wetmore, played an LP release show at the Hole, an art gallery in Tribeca, celebrating their new album, Dogsbody. The show raged on for a sweaty near-hour of fun to the great delight of their many fans who came out to see them rock the night away. The guys in the band not only play music well but also seem to have a good sense of humor. Cole, the lead singer of the group, opened the show while wearing his Halloween costume from last year (Rhonda Byrne's famed self-help book The Secret). The band, who cites influences including Björk and Fugazi, put on a show that felt like a high-energy mystical head-banging journey into the rock and roll dreamscape of a sleep-deprived neighborhood buddy. In other words: They know how to put on a good show. Their US tour starts in early March; they’ll be playing a show in New York on 4/20 at Racket. Jack plans on building a lamp that he saw in a dream to display at the show.Tony or Tony's Headline Debut @ Elsewhere (2/11/23)Tony or Tony gave an absolutely electric performance at their debut headlining concert at Elsewhere, where they performed a number of unreleased songs. The band consists of Tony 1.2, Tony Z and Quick Tony. Tony 1.2 and Tony Z grew up together in Arkansas. They escaped a cult together when they were 18 and moved to NYC and started a band. They describe their music as a “combination of late style thumper rave and glissando core.” Some main influences on the band include Tiny Leg, DJ Klub Foot, The Five Discs, Chris & Cosey, Neubauten and Beethoven. Tony or Tony is making music you can dance to. Their next song, "New Toy," is coming out at the end of March. LaQuan Smith NYFW After Party @ Silver Linings (2/13/23)LaQuan Smith walks into the club. Young Paris is dancing around with a big smile on his face. A dapper-looking man introduces himself to you as “Food God." One table over is Teyana Taylor looking sharp as a tack, chilling with her crew. Diplo walks into the club with Eric Andre and Emily Ratajkowski. Eric and Emily start making out in the VIP section. You try a few times to get a good photo of them kissing but kissing is awkward so the photos look awkward, too. Also, taking photos of people kissing is an awkward thing to do. Whoops. Ice Spice walks into the club and gets established at a table next to Laquan Smith’s booth. Ice Spice gets on the table and does an impromptu performance. She slays. You peer to your left and dancing in the crowd is none other than Lil Nas X. He is super friendly and dressed like a fuzzy rainbow. This all might sound like a weird dream born out of picking celebrities' names out of a hat — but this wasn’t a dream. This was my night at the LaQuan Smith NYFW FW23 after party.Dion Lee NYFW After Party @ Boom Boom Room (2/10/23)Fashion is culture and, at the Dion Lee NYFW FW23 after party at Boom Boom Room, culture turned up. The party celebrated Dion’s newest collection, one undoubtedly worthy of praise, following an epic runway show earlier in the day. There was a surprise guest performance by Azealia Bank,s who hopped up onto the bar and sang to the room filled with an absolutely stoked crowd. Everyone had their phones out to record the performance and capture a glimpse of Azealia as she rocked the room. The fashion world was treated to a very special night and Dion Lee re-confirmed his spot as a fashionista cool-guy favorite — a shining light within the New York fashion scene.Acne Studios Loves Larry Stanton After Party @ The Hotel Chelsea (2/9/23)Sometimes fashion is bigger than what you wear. Acne Studios, in partnership with Visual AIDS, hosted an exclusive exhibition of work by Larry Stanton, followed by an after party to celebrate his memory and accomplishments. The event was a respectable ode to Larry Stanton, who died of AIDS in 1984. Despite the somber circumstances on which the event was predicated, the atmosphere of the event was cheery and optimistic, serving as a celebration of fashion, art and the community we have amongst one another. With slick fits and knits, stripes and a dash of elegant sleaze, the Acne Studios crowd pulled up looking undoubtedly stylish while carrying a creative, street-inspired edge. Cocktails and champagne were flowing and chatter echoed throughout the venue as fashion industry creatives and models intermingled within the multi-room event space at The Hotel Chelsea. R.I.P. Larry Stanton — may his memory be a blessing. Viktor & Rolf FLOWERBOMB Party @ Jeans (2/9/23)Fashionistas, iconic style, couture galore, and flowers, flowers, flowers. Viktor & Rolf’s FLOWERBOMB party celebrated Emily Ratajkowski as the face of the fragrance. EmRata showed up in style — wearing a chic outfit with her hair done up in a manner that Aphrodite herself might have been jealous of. Everyone pulled up dressed to impress, with outfits that had all the Ts crossed — attention to detail was not spared. Partygoers were treated to DJ sets by Mona Matsuoka and Bambii while dancing between the two floors of the event, with the occasional stop at one of V&R’s fragrance discovery stations. Bright, flashing, flower-filled video installations brought the whole party together to create an overall immersive FLOWERBOMB experience.The Lifionized: A "Grace" Release Party (2/4/23)NYC got treated to the often taken-for-granted luxury that is typically only seen in the suburban and rural parts of America: A classic rock and roll house show. The crowd was treated to performances by both The Life and Stella Rose and The Dead Language. Both bands ripped legendary original tracks worthy of becoming part of NYC lore. Curtis Everett Pawley of The Life hit the audience deep in the nostalgia gut, granting us a taste of throwback bliss while also carving a musical path into the future of what the genre of rock can be. Stella Rose’s vocals and stage presence are equally worthy of praise and her guitarist, Ben Arauz, is easily one of the best shredders in the scene, creating a genuinely heart-pounding experience. Related | Stella Rose Reveals Her 'Angel' SideAF94's Valentine's Dance (2/2/23)It’s not even Valentine’s day yet but with AF94, Halsey’s beauty brand, everyone is already celebrating love. This dance was straight out of a 1980s romantic comedy. Delicious small bites were passed around in excess and a table of treats, constantly refilled, gave all attendees something to feel sweet about. The evening had an absolutely wonderful guest list filled with beauty industry sweethearts and online style influencer heartthrobs. Balloons filled the ceiling and the open bar sported a generous menu of delicious concoctions. The analog photo booth was a big hit, sporting color photos printed via chemical processing, spitting out images of all the partygoers eager enough to brave the long line. The beauty crowd came through. A truly glamorous night. MegSuperstarPrincess' "F List" Party @ Studio 151 (1/31/23)Beloved downtown indie-sleaze grunge girl and major trendsetter MegSuperstarPrincess is the queen of the F List. She threw a release party for her new Film, titled F List, at Studio 151, a fun upstairs East Village venue known for its sushi nights and for having been the haunt for Rachel Rabbit White's iconic birthday party this past year. At Meg's F List party, the whole F list "celebrity" crew came through. The party was comprised of a solid crowd of people you may have heard of if you're into niche downtown club scene DJs, grifters, writers, fashionistas or the post-Dimes Square debutantes of tomorrow. https://www.papermag.com/fresh-pressed-model-actriz-2659362969.html

[leviosally]

When you are trying to think of something witty to do for @racketghost ‘s 13 days of Halloween…and you also just rewatched The Mummy…and you have no self control 😆😝

I didn’t even plan to have this posted on ‘curses’ day, but I’ll take it!

[scienceismygirlfriend]

me: oh wow, everyone’s making such cool and spooky stuff for @racketghost’s 13 days of halloween ghost prompt! time to put on my clown shoes and honk up and down the streets

[musegnome]

Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Horror, Psychological Horror, Angst, Aftermath of Violence, Established Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Mystery Elements, Folklore, Explicit Sexual Content, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens) Summary:

With scuffles and soft laughter, two sets of footsteps stumble out of the back room. They trip joyfully up the spiral stairs. They reach the top, and a door opens, briefly spilling out more warm light. A pause, a mutter, and a snap of fingers, and the lamps go out in the back room downstairs. The upstairs door closes.

The bookshop is left to the moonlight and the darkness.

  A story written for Racketghost's 2021 Halloween Prompts: moonlight, conjuring, midnight, poison, blood, curse, mask, transformation, nightmare, superstition, nostalgia, devil, and spirits.

Hello friends! I’m squeaking in under the 2021 wire with the first chapter of a horror-esque fic for @racketghost‘s 13 days of Halloween! (Halloween’s worth celebrating all year round, imho.) This first short chapter sets the scene. The title is from Oscar Wilde’s story “The Nightingale and the Rose,” which was an influence on this work. Mind the tags (which will be updated as the story unfolds) and please feel free to drop me a note if you have any questions on the warnings. Enjoy, and happy last day of 2021! 

[quillyfied]

(For Racket’s 13 Days of Halloween, prompt: bones! I don’t usually write and post on my phone but I had an idea and it struck me as a good one soooooooo here it is. Might clean it up later tonight, definitely will be making an AO3 story with all my art and writing for the month. Anyway. Enjoy!)

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“Crowley. Crowley, look.”

Crowley grumbled and snuffled and rolled over, facing Aziraphale in bed. Aziraphale, who was wearing a flannel nightgown and matching cap, and who was also holding Crowley’s mobile, beamed at him. Crowley squinted.

“What are you doing?”

“I was doing some research about—well, doesn’t matter what,” Aziraphale said brightly, “and I discovered the most delightful news story—look!”

Crowley took the phone and waited until his eyes adjusted to the brightness to read it.

“The Lovers of Valdaro,” he read aloud, then skimmed the rest of the article. “Morbid, Aziraphale.”

“Oh, but isn’t it just romantic?” Aziraphale sighed. “There they are, two humans locked in an eternal embrace—”

“Their bones are, anyway,” Crowley yawned. “Seems like a practical joke with a five-thousand-year payoff to me.”

“A joke!” Aziraphale cried, and burrowed down into the bed to be eye-to-eye with Crowley, who was studying the picture. “Crowley, really, it’s—can you not imagine how—how serendipitous it is, that these two young people so cared for each other that they were buried together, and even all these many thousands of years later, humans can’t bear to separate them?”

Crowley frowned at the picture. Then he frowned at Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s wide-eyed starry gaze didn’t dim a single watt.

“Does it not make you wonder,” Aziraphale said softly, “if perhaps...if you and I might not be afforded a similar fate?”

“What, to die young and be buried together?” Crowley snorted. Aziraphale took one of his hands and planted the gentlest, softest kiss on the back of it, the kind designed to melt his essence into a vaguely snake-shaped puddle, by Crowley’s estimation as he tried to breathe.

“If we might not be allowed to love so long and so well as to be remembered,” Aziraphale murmured. “If, when the planet is dust and the universe burnt out, if the atoms that make up you and me might not be bound together in the void for eternity.” Aziraphale’s mercurial eyes caught Crowley’s and shone all the brighter, by some trick of light Crowley had never got the hang of detecting. “If our love, as old as it is, isn’t still in the infancy of its infinite existence, and one day someone will unearth some aspect of us and recognize how deeply we cared for one another.”

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time,” Crowley croaked from memory, and nearly went blind in the face of Aziraphale’s weepy smile. “You’ve been at the poetry again, angel.”

“Maybe,” Aziraphale said, and snuggled into Crowley’s chest, cap and all, and Crowley held him and stroked Aziraphale’s cheek. “Perhaps we can go visit the exhibit. See if we knew them.”

“Unlikely,” Crowley said, his thumb swiping gently over Aziraphale’s lips, “but what’s the harm. Let’s go look at old bones.”

The kiss bestowed on him would have powdered his heart, had he not been made of stronger stuff. As it was, Crowley was hard-pressed to remain firmly corporeal when Aziraphale took the liberty of procuring a print of the Lovers of Valdaro for their bedroom. Crowley supposed it could stay. Skeletons were spooky. Big spooky fan, him.

[antikate]

The Ordinary World, chapter six: Secret Histories

Crowley could see Aziraphale in each outfit. Standing in a park in bright sunshine, or caught in ruddy firelight in a tavern, or hesitating over a spoonful of something, or walking towards him in a crowded marketplace. Back and back and back.

Crowley looks for something, and finds far more than he expects.

(Written for the costumes prompt for @racketghost‘s 13 days of Halloween event and yes I know Halloween was seventeen years ago.)

[noxiraphale]

I wrote this after a binge-watching of Haunting of Hill House and a bottle of wine. 

This is for @racketghost‘s 13 Days of Halloween prompt list!

If this work isn’t up your alley, I hope you’ll check out the numerous other fantastic pieces rolling in.

[xn3city]

For @racketghost 's 13 Days of Halloween, prompt "costumes"

The Dowling residence was perfectly sober, exterior-wise. It was not fitting for an ambassador, even an American one, to deck the halls with boughs of yew and spools of polyester spiderweb. But if the outside showed the same dour pomp as it did the rest of the year, the inside was filled with what seemed like four pop-up Halloween shops worth of assorted merchandise. Nary a doorway stood that did not have spiders dangling from its arch, plastic bones littered the playroom, and the dining room was covered in tiny gourds and glitter in the shape of bats. 

The decor was a compromise. Aziraphale had reluctantly allowed the roomful of bones and the mechanical severed hand that was currently being mauled by the cat in the laundry room in exchange for nixing the recirculating fountain of fake blood and promising to enact revenge at Christmastime.

Aziraphale was just adjusting one of his rubber horns when Warlock careened into the room waving a Bean Baby (surely that was the name?) shaped like a black cat and holding what was hopefully a Jello eyeball and not a sign that the young Antichrist was growing into his calling at the tender age of five.

“Warlock, what did we say about taking dessert from the table? You know your mother worked very hard on those eyeballs.”

Warlock attempted to shield his face with the Bean Baby for a moment, but then he jumped up and cried,

“You can’t be mad at me today Francis! Not for, for stealin’ stuff. You’re the bad one today!” He pointed at Aziraphale’s horns and beamed at this unassailable argument.

Aziraphale evaluated his evilness in the part of the hall mirror that was not covered in cling decals of skeletons dancing in a conga line. He was wearing his only dark suit, and had swapped Brother Francis’s humble smock for a brocade waistcoat and smart trousers. A devil’s tail he’d clumsily constructed from ribbon and felt swung from the waistcoat, and in addition to affixing his rubber horns he’d drawn on a small curling mustache with one of Crowley’s less-favored eye pencils and worn a second set of fake teeth (glow in the dark vampire fangs, to be precise) on top of the first.

“You’re even scarier than Nanny when she just woke up,” Warlock proclaimed triumphantly. “I bet you’re even meaner.”

“He’s so much worse,” Crowley’s voice drawled from the next room. “You don’t know Brother Francis like I do, he can be a real That Word Your Mum Told You We Can’t Say Out Loud when he wants.”

Warlock’s eyes grew almost as big and round as the Jello version he was holding, as he looked at Aziraphale with a mixture of fear and respect.

“Really now Crowley you can’t just--” he began, and then stopped when she stepped in the hall.

Crowley was wearing a sequined white dress with a slit that seemed to go all the way up to an area Aziraphale wasn’t sure he knew this century’s polite terms for, and a neckline determined to meet the slit in the middle. A set of mesh-and-wire wings was affixed to what back the dress possessed, and to Aziraphale’s amazement, heart-shaped sunglasses and a choker necklace with a rhinestone cross rounded out the ensemble.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Aziraphale asked.

“I’m an angel,” Crowley said, and pointed to a headband with a fluffy halo. “Duh.”

Aziraphale almost let out several Words Warlock’s Mum Would Have Certainly Disapproved of Saying Aloud when the Antichrist interrupted.

“Nanny you can’t be an angel, you just told me to steal an eyeball!” He giggled into the scruff of the Bean Baby.

“Oh I assure you, even the angels have their moments,” Aziraphale sputtered.

Crowley grinned and a gleam of yellow shone for a moment above the heart lenses.

“Now that you’re a devil, Francis, can I eat the eyeball?”

Aziraphale sighed. He looked from the adorable face of the Antichrist to Crowley, who seemed to have become an endless line of inner thigh, and hurriedly back again.

“Well.” He hesitated. “I don’t suppose your mother will want it back now that it’s been squished like that.” He glanced at the distorted sphere of Jello.

“Gonna be horribly farsighted, that one,” Crowley muttered.

“But you do owe your mother an apology,” Aziraphale said, attempting to be stern underneath several layers of false dentition.

Warlock pouted. It was an expression he’d picked up from Crowley, who had picked it up from somewhere Aziraphale refused to ponder.

“But you’re a devil, what do you care if I apologize to mum?”

“You would be surprised,” Aziraphale said, and wondered why his throat felt suddenly full, “how much we devils can care for others. Just because I’m, er, evil today doesn’t mean I can’t be kind as well. Now why don’t you go find your mum?”

Warlock wandered off, chewing thoughtfully on the cat’s polyester paw.

Crowley was staring at Aziraphale. She looked suddenly bashful under all the sequins.

“Erm, you look nice,” she said. “Haven’t seen that waistcoat in ages, what was that, Venice, beginning of the 19th?”

“Oh, something like that,” Aziraphale said, as if he couldn’t perfectly recall the pistachio gelato they shared or how the light had reflected off the canals as they strolled to the shops.

“Gotta say, the horns leave a bit to be desired. You’ve got a standing army of hair grips and they don’t seem to be keeping those things on your head.”

“I could have miracled, I suppose, but it didn’t seem, well, appropriate.” Aziraphale felt a strong urge to brush the sequins on Crowley’s dress so the all fell the same way, a thought motivated entirely by a desire for order and not at all by anything else whatsoever. “Crowley how are you wearing that?” He gestured to the rhinestone crucifix.

“Oh that reminds me what I had to tell you,” Crowley said, smoothing out the sequins herself in a manner that in no way alleviated Aziraphale’s desire for order. “I’ve taken a heap of allergy pills, don’t let me near the Poltergeist Punch.”

[zerachin]

@racketghost made some halloween prompts and this was for the theme Bones: when you forget your decorative skeleton

[afhyer]

@racketghost’s 13 Days of Halloween: DAY 3: MIDNIGHT

The thing that follows you at midnight

[yamisnuffles]

Haunt Me

[call-of-the-ocean]

Icarus and Apollo

My contribution to today's prompt for @racketghost ‘s 13 Days of Halloween! Today’s prompt was legends and I couldn’t resist combining two of my favorite things (Good Omens and greek myths)

[scienceismygirlfriend]

some things are unforgivable, crowley (paradise lost was NOT “i dunno, kinda derivative, don’t you think?”)

for @racketghost’s prompt “bonfire” 🔥

[yshirnastreasures]

My fill for the conjuring prompt for @racketghost ane the 13 days of Halloween event. Fun fact: i am terrible at perspective and could not get the symbols and lines in the circle right, so i erased them and I'll rely on you to imagine them 😂

[quillyfied]

For racketghost’s 13 Days of Halloween, behold: ghost waltz! Was feeling something kinda spooky and cute after mulling over multiple scenarios with sad or creepy ghost stories (and the idea that ghosts are just fragments of people caught in traumatic loops, like that’s sad and I don’t wanna go there). It is brief and messy but I kinda like it anyway, yknow?

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