#that will open for trick or treating

[not-poignant]

You get spooky for spooky season?

So... Australia doesn't really do Halloween.

Or, 'we do for kids and we do for people who want to get drunk and otherwise no.'

We don't really do trick or treating. It's not normal for anyone to have confectionary by the front door or put up decorations, though it's becoming more common. Throughout my childhood it was a thing that only people in the US did, and to this day it's still how most people feel about it.

We don't have pumpkin spice (indeed, we don't have pumpkin pie, or most of the pumpkin things that are elsewhere). We don't have 'spooky' themed foods or drinks at cafes or other places. There are no franchises really participating in this outside of the stores that straight up sell decorations and lollies.

Also it's spring here, it's not autumn/fall. It's not getting cooler, it's getting warmer/hotter. By the time October 31st arrives, we will be getting a lot of days in the 30s (90s for the US folk). It's not pumpkin season. All the things that Samhain and All Soul's Night are meant to celebrate seasonally aren't happening, and it's actually the festival/sabbath of Beltane instead.

That being said, our dog was born on October 31st so idk it's Tobermory season!

I find 'spooky season' as a concept mostly kind of fun on Tumblr, but it's so very much not what Australia is doing, as we prepare to have Christmas in the blistering heat lmao.

[lilybug-02]

I have a yearly tradition where every October I change my Bread mascot. At first it was just a costume change, but now it’s evolved into something much more exciting!

Just like last year, the chosen character will be able to answer more asks than usual and participate in the fabled “Tumblr Trick-or-Treat Ask Game” on Halloween Night 🕷️😈🦇 basically you’ll just send an ask and get digital candy 🖤🤎

Uhh don't mind Devil Bread planning the winner's downfall 👀😅

[jones-friend]

🎃 INBOX TRICK OR TREATING 🎃

HOW IT WORKS

🍬 Reblog this on halloween before 4pm your timezone.

🍬 If you see this post on someone’s blog drop them a trick or treat inbox!

Then you will be given a trick or a treat!

🍬 You can hand out png’s of candy, rick roll links, unnecessary facts, bad photoshops, gifs of deep sea creatures, whatever trick or treat your heart decides (a trick, however, is not malicious! Don’t be mean)

If you go inbox trick or treating I recommend making a lil post of all the tricks and treats you got!

[demigods-posts]

imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.

[debbie-sketch]

Still on trick-or-treat mood?

I liked so much working on this last commission. I love autumn colors! Remember you can DM for commission info

[chiptrillino]

Trick or treat ! 🎃

a part of me thinks they should be kissing

[devildarlindumbass]

Cooking up some actual Halloween art (technically isn't even Halloween for me anymore but I do not care) in the meantime you can be as annoying or polite as you like in my inbox

[h0neybane]

i turned my trick or treat inbox picture into a base!

i saved this while i was drawing my full trick or treat image as a save point, and i saw some people who wanted to do it too so....... feel free to edit/trace/use however you like! credit is appreciated but not needed. (transparent ver + background under the cut!) i can also do a short lighting tut if anyone wants it haha

[pricklenettle]

[yesiscandyskiller]

$$$ CHUCKY AND SAM BIRTHDAY CARD FULL COLOR COMMISSION REQUESTED BY @twi-starr $$$

🟢 Commissions Open!!

[mollywog]

My THG Comment Feast Fic - Inspired by an 18 month old prompt of ‘postcard’ and the 2006 movie ‘The Lake House’

Read on AO3

The bell above the door dings as they enter the bakery and the broad shouldered man behind the counter looks up from his phone, fixing a smile as he welcomes them in.

Prim returns the smile, leading them towards the counter, arms linked. Katniss pays little mind to the introductions and chatter of the man and her sister, staring disinterestedly at the display case of pastries until Prim’s voice close to her ear brings her back to the present, “He’s cute!” Katniss looks up to catch the back of the baker’s unnaturally blond head as he slips out through a swinging door behind the counter, “and I didn’t see a ring.”

“Yeah well I do,” she says, grasping her sister’s hand from under her arm, playfully waving it in front of them. “We’re here to talk wedding cakes, remember?”

Prim rolls her eyes, “don’t be obtuse: I obviously meant for you. Come on Katniss, how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?”

She shrugs, turning away. She hadn't told her sister about her last romance and recent split… if you could even call it that. Prim wouldn't understand - hell, Katniss barely understands. Nevertheless, she knows her low spirits haven’t gone unnoticed. Prim’s worried about her when she should be focused on the happiest day of her life.

Katniss smiles weakly. She’s trying. She really is trying. She’s here isn’t she?

The man re-emerges with another who can only reasonably be his brother, taking his place at the register while the first man ushers them back to an office off the kitchen.

“I’ve always loved your cakes,” Prim starts in.” When we were little I’d drag Katniss to your window to stare at them on our way home from school. God, but that was ages ago, before we moved. Work brought me back to the area and when I got engaged, I just knew I needed one of your cakes for my wedding.”

She takes to watching the man as he and her sister converse. He is handsome, she supposes, but it’s more than her sister’s comment that has her focused on him. There’s something familiar about him, but she can’t put her finger on it.

“My brother would have been doing the cakes back then; I swear he was always more artist than baker. I do the decorating now. I’ve got some samples of my work if you're interested; Make sure it still fits your vision? Actually-” He’s rifling through a stack of binders on his desk, when he pauses, pulling out his phone, “I’ll just show you here.” The screen glows to life and he toggles to his photos, but not before she catches a glimpse. He extends the phone towards Prim, but Katniss’s hand shoots out to intercept.

She clicks the button on the side twice until the lock screen background appears, revealing a full view of what she already suspected was there. All the air is knocked from her lungs, but somehow she’s able to force the words out, “What is this?”

The man’s eyebrows shoot up, but he quickly conceals his surprise, “The lake house? It’s up at the end of 74th, off Mockingjay lane. It was my brother's passion project. You’d never believe what it looked like when he bought it based on that. He fixed it up himself.”

“Katniss! Oh my god, that's your house? What are the odds?” Prim looks up from peering over her shoulder.

Katniss’s thumb sweeps over the screen caressing the glowing image, but it’s not the house she cares about. In the forefront are three men standing together, arms connected in a shoulder embrace. The first is recognizable as the one in front of her now, the third, the brother who replaced him at the register, but it’s the man in the middle she can’t tear her eyes from: “Peeta,” she doesn’t realize she’s said it aloud.

“Yeah, did you know him?”

How can she explain that she does know Peeta? That he’s the only man she’s certain she’s ever loved even though they’d never met. That they’d been exchanging letters through the lake house mailbox for months… oh, and that said mailbox had been transporting her letters two years to the day into the past and his two years forward to the present ever since she moved in… no one would believe her. She barely believes it herself, but here it is in front of her. Proof of Peeta’s existence.

But it still didn’t explain why he’d stood her up when they’d attempted to meet three months ago. He had even been the one to suggest it, making a reservation under his name for January 2nd, two years and one day in the future from when they’d decided for him, but only the next day for her.

But he’d never shown up and as she sat at the table heartbroken and alone, avoiding the waitstaff’s pitying stares, the cold light of reality had crept back in. Of course he hadn’t waited for her. Who was she to even hope for such a thing?

But something is wrong, Peeta’s brother looks suddenly downcast and it dawns on her: ‘Did you know him’

Did not do. Dread pools in her stomach, “what happened?”

“Peeta died. Couple years ago…” He looks at the calendar, “two years ago today actually: the first day of spring. Hit by a bus right in front of the hospital.”

She’s transported back to that day two years prior:

She’d just started at the hospital earlier that month, a receptionist job at Prim’s practice she’d found for her so they could live closer. No sooner had she stepped outside for her lunch break had there been a horrible accident right in front of her eyes.

She’d been the first to reach the man, crouching down by his side to offer what little aid she could until the paramedics from inside could be alerted and arrive. She’d cooed soothing words as she tended to him and bid him to stay with her.

Then his hand had touched her wrist and she’d looked up to find his blue eyes trained on hers and he’d smiled. Actually smiled and replied ‘always’ before closing his eyes and slipping away.

She hadn’t known him then, but the response and those eyes had been haunting her ever since. So much so that she’d quit her job at the hospital, a few months later finding the secluded house by the lake for sale.

… of course Peeta hadn’t made it to their date two months ago, He’d died in her arms years before they’d ever exchanged their first letter…

Her eye flit to tie time displayed on the screen: 9:48, almost three hours before the accident in Peeta’s timeline.

Katniss stands abruptly. “I have to go.” Even as she speaks her plan is still forming, “Prim. I need to take the car. Can you get home alright? I need to… I have to go.”

She has the presence of mind to rip a slip of paper from her sister’s wedding planning journal and grab a pen from the jar on the baker's desk before dashing out the door. She only hopes she makes it with enough time. That he’ll see her note. That he’ll heed her warning…

[cottonballpuppy]

A biiiit late, but happy puppyween :3!! Trick or treat >:3 btw my doors and windows are unocked, just thought id let you knowww

I’ll give you a treat if you dm meeee :33

(He/him btw, I’m a boy puppy)

[girlwiththegreenhat]

literally sitting w my family watching columbo and then i open tumblr and immediately see columbo. trick or treat btw

pov you just walked in to see columbo

[jamiesfootball]

Trick or treat! 🎃

From Secret Nap Club:

“But you did arrange to sleep together in the same bed during away matches.”

“We didn’t arrange that,” Kent argues. It's impossible to tell if the flush on his cheeks stems from anger or embarrassment. “That was the stupid roommate lottery. Our names kept getting drawn-“

He cuts off mid-sentence. Slowly, Kent turns to pin Beard with his harshest glare. Beard, already slumped low in his seat, sinks lower, refusing to make eye contact. Lasso gawks at his compatriot. Monica has no idea what is going on.

“Coach?” Lasso says gently. "Is there something you want to share with the class?"

“Fine! I did it! I’m the one who rigged the lotto. But that’s only because I assumed that you two-,” Beard points accusingly between Jamie and Roy, “-were sleeping together.”

Silence takes a jog around the room while they each take turns processing that.

The HR rep gapes, her pen clutched tight in her hand like a freshly strangled goose. “You…rigged the roommate draw results…to guarantee that one of Richmond’s assistant coaches would have access to a player you believed he was sexually intimate with.”

Beard has the decency to guiltily avert his eyes back towards the ceiling. “It sounds worse when you say it."

[mcnotok]

Alright, let's do this.

The game where you sent me a request, and I spin a wheel! If it’s treat? I make it! If it’s trick…?

I make it but shitty

Ends on Halloween at midnight!

[blood-loving-leech]

happy halloween everybody!!