#turnip head cosplay

[waytray]

Howl’s Moving Castle cosplayers! they even had the little boy who turns into an old man 

[wrathofconpics]

Otakon 2024 | Studio Ghibli

Cosplayers: Message us and we’ll add your URL!

[collisvng]

♠︎♡●WALK OF SHAME○♥︎♤

Pairing ♤ Han Jisung x Fem Reader ☆

Synopsis ♤ You and Han had become friends quite fast.  You loved his writing, he loved your voice. He and Bangchan manage to get you an audition that could potentially start your career as an artist under their company. But things go terribly wrong, resulting in the potential loss of Jisung's friendship. ☆

Warnings ♤ Mentions of: anxiety, panic attacks, brief mention of blood, yelling/screaming, crying, the feeling of being useless, a LOT of angst ☆

Word Count ♤ 1,837 + 8 sm screenshots ☆

THE BEGINNING ♠︎

"What the fuck?!" Jisung yelled after you.

You click-clacked your way ferociously through the halls of the JYP building, faltering a few steps that almost landed you on the ground.

You were running away from your only shot at getting into the company, but you didn't care. The air was leaving your lungs, your eyes became blurry from a combination of dizziness and tears, and for the first time in your life you knew you couldn't handle any sort of pressure. There was guilt and hatred in your eyes; feelings towards yourself and your actions. And worst of all, you had Jisung following after you in the most confused rage you had ever seen before.

For the last two weeks Han had been helping you with your audition. You guys had been friends for a while now ever since meeting at an anime convention that Jisung somehow managed to sneak into unnoticed. One moment you’re chatting it up with a Turnip-Head cosplay that approached you because you were dressed as Sophie Hatter, then the next thing you know you're at the dorms hanging out with Han and his friends. 

After a few failed attempts due to his anxiousness, he eventually invited you to see him work. He took you to the studio and showed you songs he wrote. Each one being passionate excerpts of romance, heartbreak, and acceptance. He was a literary magician in your eyes. And one day, when he heard you singing the chorus to a song he was working on, he never let a moment pass without speaking about it. You were full of surprises, and his brain was full of lyrics he wanted to hear you perform. Eventually, the guys learned about your hidden talent and encouraged you to try to do something with it. Chris was especially encouraging and even tried to sample some of your melodies for background vocals in his own songs.

You guys bonded over your love for anime, video game lore, and your constant praise of each other’s talents. You loved his writing and lyricism. He loved your voice. And eventually… you secretly grew to love more parts of him. He even took the time to write your audition song for you, after the company finally gave you a chance (with the help of Jisung and Chan’s constant pleading).

You became his muse, he became your best friend. And now, with your nails digging into your palms trying to keep yourself calm, you couldn’t even look at him.

He called after you again… And again… And again…

It wasn’t until around the fifth time that you finally spun around and yelled, ‘What the fuck do you want?!’ did he finally stop.

You both stood a great distance away from each other. Partially because Jisung needed space to calm down, and partially because you both knew how you can get in moments of stress. Your eyes widened, then narrowed sleepily as you stared him down. Just one word, one word, and you were ready to blow up in his face. Whether it would be with anger or with tears though, that was a mystery.

“What are you doing?” His voice came out a bit softer than the last time he spoke. “You just walked right out!”

“I couldn’t do it,” your nails were one clench away from drawing blood. “I’m not ready. I told you I wasn’t ready. Now your boss thinks I’m a dumbass.”

Han let out an angry sigh, rubbing his finger tips over his nose before bringing his palms from his chin to his eyes. He pressed inward, as if to push them through his skull.

“You’re not a dumbass,” he huffed, “and you ARE ready. Stop telling yourself you’re not.”

“LOOK AT ME!” You released your hands from their clawed prison to hold them up to show him. The imprints were deep, you were borderline hyperventilating, and your eyes widened once more. If you could see yourself in the third person, you probably would have thought you were crazy. “I look insane, Ji. I’m too anxious for this.”

His hands dropped to his sides, eyes opening slowly. A small vein began to stick out on his neck as he clenched his jaw. Jisung was always understanding and compassionate–the type to listen when people asked him to, responding in the best way he could. But right now, seeing you freak out as he stood in front of you, was setting him off. He knew you had potential. He knew you were capable. And as a person who became an idol himself despite also having anxiety issues, he knew anything was possible as long as you wanted it badly enough. 

“So that’s it?” His blunt tone caught you by surprise. 

Jisung made his way over to you in long strides, practically gliding across the floor. He made it to your side in record time, looking down at you with what little distance there was between both your heights. He looked annoyed, he was annoyed, and he wasn’t about to let you walk out of the building without knowing that he was.

“You’re just going to let this go? Everything Chan and I did to even attempt to give you this opportunity… And because you feel nervous you’re just going to walk out?” An irritated laugh left his throat as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Gosh you always do this.”

You felt your heart on the verge of cracking. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Each word that left his mouth next sent you into anguish.

“You never stick to one thing.”

Crack.

“You always need help, but never follow through.”

Crack.

“And you use your anxiety as an excuse to give up.”

And there it was, in its final form; heartbreak.

You were no longer present in your body. Arms limp, eyes glossy, a hitched breath in your throat, and no emotion shown on your face. You almost looked bitchy, but in a ‘I no longer have anything to lose’ kind of way. You wanted to fight him, but also wanted nothing more than for this end and to just hug him. You couldn’t believe someone you grew so close to in such a short time would end up being like this.

“I think you, of all people,” you took a step forward, the tip of your nose practically meeting his chin as your glass eyes searched his, “would know how messed up that last statement is.”

He leaned down to meet your gaze. Pupils to pupils, nose to nose, mouth to–fuck what kind of shit was trying to pull? You wanted to punch him, but with him being so close like that for the first time your mind was running laps. But that all ended the moment he said, “At least I’m not letting my problems get in the way of my own opportunities.”

That was the final straw. The overstimulation in your brain took over and your whole body began frantically shaking. Jisung being so close, his anger, the mix of emotions in your head, wanting to sob, feeling ashamed for walking out of your only shot at the career you’ve always wanted, knowing that your friend saw you as nothing but someone who gives up… 

It took Han a moment before he realized you were finally in full panic attack mode. Harsh breaths expelled themselves from your mouth as you vibrated from your torso upward. You were flexing and unflexing your hand as if you needed to grab something, and your eyes were no longer looking into his, but blankly staring at something in the distance to hyperfixate on something other than what was happening. He took a step back, his big boba eyes filling with concern.

He pushed you too hard. He let his emotions get the best of him. He did it; he fucked up. 

“Shit,” he mumbled a swear under his breath. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Grabbing your hands at the right moment as they unflexed, he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Breathe.”

The phrase was repeated over and over, followed by Han squeezing your hand with every intake of oxygen you made. Eventually you found a steady rhythm. And his words, despite you wanting to slap the living hell out of him, were actually helping you calm down.

Once your breathing became stable, you and Han stood there in silence. You came down from your panicked high and once that was done… you didn’t really know where to go from there.

With Han’s fingers still laced with yours, he tried to step forward. It caused you to flinch, almost stumbling backwards, which filled him with dread. “Listen, I–”

“Thanks for calming me down,” you released his hands instantly. “But I think I need some space from you right now.”

His lips came forward into a pout, as puppy dog eyes met your blurry vision. You could tell he was remorseful for what just happened, but it wasn’t enough for you to stay and hear him out. You needed to be as far away from this place and him as soon as possible.

As you turned to walk away, Jisung tried to stop you by reaching out for your arm to pull you back. But he was immediately stopped by the sound of Bangchan’s voice echoing across the hall.

“Don’t.” His voice was stern and blunt. It almost sent a shiver down your spine. “Let her leave. She’s been through enough.”

Han looked over his shoulder at Chris, then back to you. His hand remained floating in mid-air, while sudden realization began to set in for you. When did Chan get here? How much did he notice? Was he here the whole time? Who else–

Before you could flare yourself up again, Bangchan was already in front of you grabbing ahold of Han’s shoulder and pulling him to the side. He told you to leave, followed by saying he’d text you later. Then without letting Jisung get a word in, you left. The last thing you remember before exiting was hearing Chan ask Han what the hell he was thinking, then next thing you know you were pushing through a set of double doors and running.

That night you received several texts from a group chat that Felix randomly made that included everyone except for Han. Apparently there were already rumors being spread about your conversation with Jisung and all the guys knew. You also received many texts from Bangchan and Jisung himself.

This was it, you thought to yourself. You would never be able to show your face around the JYP building ever again. And to make matters worse… You probably lost a friend.

Notes ♤ AHHHHHHH! It’s finally done! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Figured since I am best at writing angst that I should start off my page with it lol Depending on how things go, this might turn into a two part mini series. We’ll just test out the waters for a bit and see how it goes. Thanks for reading! 🩶 — collisvng✨️

[t-money-after-dark]

Howls moving castle???? Not even spirited away??

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike Spirited Away. But Howls Moving Castle has always been my favorite. It’s got wonderful characters like Calcifer and Turnip Head.

And Howls cool af, I plan on cosplaying him eventually.

[sunkingwrites]

first of all i’m looking respectfully iaiqkwndhciakjwhdiahhhhh

second of all YES I HAVE WORKED ON YOUR STUFF AHHHHH do you wanna see what I currently have so far?

And I mean- my roommates snoop around a lot but I think I could send some through discord hehehe

I also hate genshin when it does that like why 😭 I just wanted a cool scenery or weird pic of a hilichurl 😔

I am 100% sure you are most likely too far away from my living-in-a-desert ass and thinking about it makes me sad 🥲 I would’ve given you free admission and everything *sobs* but yes yes it’s completely fine lmaoo

BTW I WANNA SEE YOUR COSTUME AHHH- I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna look fucking cuteeeee 😭 I might show you mine soon but apparently my howl cosplay is too sexy for my roommate who made it so I’m doing a costume switch ahhhhhhh

You're looking respectfully,, at my costume preview?? xD

AKJHFSBFJKN JS please please PLeaSE show me what you have so far for the ~surprise~ I am so so fucking excited Ollie ohmygod-

Your roommates-? Snooping-??? nOoOooo,, doesn't sound like something they'd do at allll-- this is completely sarcastic,, they seem like to type to interfere BIG TIME-

bruhhh, I have so many fucked up genshin screenshots cuz the limbs are always messing up when I'm climbing,, ESPECIALLY with Xingqui- god,, his little legs fuck up THE MOST

ahHhHhHHh- yeah,, umm Canada seems really out of the far from where you live in your little desert town,, that 100% saddens me, waahhhh- I really wanted to see you perform! D;

YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE MY COSTUME, AHHHH AND I WANT TO SEE YOURS YES YES YESS- WHYY CAN'T THEY LET YOU BE SEXY HOWL?? THIS IS NOT FAIR-- AHUSJGDKAF

I've been carving pumpkins for the whole evening with my boyfriend, step-dad, and little brother so now I have photossss- woooo!!

(also 2 photos of me,, the first one is right after we were done the pumpkins and the second is before when I was trying on a tiny tiNY vampiress dress that my brother wore like 5 years ago.. NOT the costume imma end up wearing tomorrow- xD )

for the pumpkins:

mine is Turnip Head from Howl's- you can't see his hat in the dark so I have a photo with the hat before it got dark-

the smiley face is my little brother's, he ended up going inside super early into the evening cuz he finished his pretty quickly-

next one is my boyfriend's,, it's from Coraline and it has the Other Mother taking her,, he was the last to finish so I chilled outside with him for a while talking about his costume and how I was going to force him into a maid outfit later- (which I did end up doing and it was super HOT OHMYGOD I DIED A LITTLE--)

and the last one is my step-dad's, he likes using stencils, then carefully tracing his pumpkin design- his pumpkins always end up looking sososooo nice, those thin lines were really hard but he did a great job and made sure everyone else knew how great they were doing,, 10/10 very good cheerleader-

. . . . that was a LOT- take some time to absorb all that information.. then SHOW ME YOUR SUPER SECRET COOL STUFF YOU'RE WORKING ON-!!! :D

[ryanreporting]

#GothicPhotography #FullMoon over the Atlantic Ocean Aries Corn Hunter’s Waxing Gibbous

Ryan Janek Wolowski and Lady Clover Honey

Atlantic Ocean Beach Ocean Grove NJ USA

Asbury Park #ZombieWalk 🧌🧟‍♀️🧟🧟‍♂️🧌

Saturday October 8th 2022

#Goth #Gothic

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Celebrations of the autumn season

Happy Halloween - Blessed Samhain Festival - Día de los Muertos - Day of the Dead - All Souls Day - All Saints Day - Hallowmas - Thinning of the Veil Between the Worlds - Blessed Mabon - Autumnal Equinox - Autumn Fall Foliage - Peak Fall Leaf Colors - Trick-or-treating - Apple Picking - Fresh Apple Cider - Apple Cider doughnuts - Hot apple pie - Pumpkin Spice Latte coffee - Pumpkin Picking - Roasted Pumpkin seeds - Pumpkin Pie - Pumpkin Ice Cream - Corn Maze - Corn stalks - roasted corn - candy corn - Hay Rides - tractor rides - farm visits - Harvest Celebration - Pumpkin Spice brown sugar nutmeg cinnamon - Jack-o'-lantern pumpkins and turnip carving - Gaelic traditions - Ireland holiday customs - October 31st - Halloween decorations skeletons Witch's cats bats Dracula Vampire - Halloween costumes masks cosplay and Gothic fashion - Scarecrow building - Chrysanthemum flowers - Full Moon - Season of the Witch - flying broomsticks - Spell Casting - Mexico traditions honoring holiday - Sugar Skulls - La Calavera Catrina by José Posada - Marigold flowers - Oktoberfest Germany - Greenwich Village Halloween Parade NYC - Autumn colors orange black brown neon green purple - The Nightmare Before Christmas Tim Burton 1993 movie - Jack Skellington - This is Halloween song - It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown 1966 TV special by Charles Schulz - Salem Witch Trials of 1692 Witch City Naumkeag fishing place New England Massachusetts - The Crucible

1953 play by Arthur Miller - The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Headless Horseman 1820 book by Washington Irving - Sleepy Hollow Witch Hulda of Bohemia grave site - Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow Jonathan Kruk Master Storyteller performances in Tarrytown village town of Mount Pleasant Westchester County NY - Mid Autumn celebration - Election Day - Veterans Day - Armistice Day - Happy Thanksgiving - Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade - Lots to celebrate and observe - Holiday Season

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October 8th 2022

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THE FIRST THEMED ZOMBIE WALK IS OCTOBER 8TH!

The most metal Zombie Walk EVER!

Get ready to bang your heads and shake your severed limbs in the air… the Asbury Park Zombie Walk returns on Saturday, October 8th! This year we want to turn Asbury Park upside down with the return of the living dead in an 80’s and 90’s punk rock and heavy metal themed event! The city by the sea has an incredible history as an epicenter for emerging music and creativity. Join us on the Asbury Park Boardwalk for a day of fun, music and of course… brains!

You do not have to have a costume that matches the theme, we're just trying something different! Come as whatever type of zombie you like!

About The APZW

The Asbury Park Zombie Walk was founded in 2008 and has become one of the most iconic events on the AP Boardwalk. It is recognized as one of the largest events of its kind in the USA.

A Record Breaking Crowd

The New Jersey Zombie Walk broke the Guinness World Record™ for 'WORLD'S LARGEST GATHERING OF ZOMBIES' in 2010 AND THEN AGAIN IN 2013!

What Is A Zombie Walk?

A Zombie Walk is an organized gathering of people who dress up in zombie costumes and then converge quickly in a public area for surprise and fun. Walks usually in urban areas such as shopping malls or town squares. Participants arrive at a pre-determined time (often at a hidden location) and then emerge as a group to creep in a somewhat orderly fashion through shocked and amused crowds, towards a final destination (usually a cemetery, club, bar or after party).

During the Walk, all participants are encouraged to remain in character as zombies, lurching, shambling, dragging limbs and communicating only in a zombie-like manner (such as grunting, groaning, moaning and slurred calls for “brains”.) Zombie Walks are always free events. With the exception of Zombie Pub Crawls, most walks are

[murattoons]

Katsucon 2018 Cosplay Photos part 4

[reginaldqueribundus]

Very excited to see Min Min join the roster of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, which now includes:

a plumber who shoots fire from his hands

giant fucking gorilla in a necktie

bomb-throwing warrior elf

space bounty hunter in an Iron Man suit

the bounty hunter’s evil radioactive space goop clone

a cute dinosaur who tries to eat you

an inflatable pink puffball who also tries to eat you

military pilot space furry with a laser gun

an electric rat

the plumber’s brother who doesn’t want to be here

a literal child with terrifying psychokinetic powers (and a baseball bat)

racecar driver who also shoots fire for some reason

different pink round thing who sings you to sleep

princess in a pretty pink dress who throws turnips at you

the same princess but brunette

giant fire-breathing turtle dragon king

tiny twin mountain climbers with ice powers

teleporting sorcerer elf princess

the same elf princess disguised as a ninja

the plumber from before but in doctor cosplay

baby version of the electric rat who constantly hurts itself

the furry’s work friend who is a bird

three variations on “anime sword boy” (and one girl)

the elf warrior but a little kid

the elf’s giant green warlock nemesis who’s basically the racecar guy with a huge fuckoff sword

lab-grown psychic monster clone of god

anime sword boy but the sword is bigger and on fire

two-dimensional LCD man that occasionally becomes giant octopus

the puffball’s blue spherical paladin/Batman frenemy

teen angel from Heaven

teen angel but Edgy™

the bounty hunter but she’s in her underwear and does flips

disgusting feral biker man whose strongest attack is a fart

super-soldier who plants bombs everywhere

someone who just lets their pet turtle, pet fire dragon and a four-legged potted plant do all the fighting for them

monkey with a jetpack

the psychic boy but he has a snake now

Sonic the Hedgehog™

the puffball’s other frenemy: a huge wrestler-penguin-king with a giant hammer

tiny astronaut with an army of plant people

Goku if he was a dog

WALL•E’s Pokemon evolution

the elf but a little kid and also a cartoon

the furry’s furry nemesis who has Freddy Krueger claws

cute cartoon who plants trees and drops a bowling ball on your head

cute robot boy with a cannon

a personal trainer

space princess and her cute star friend

a boxer. just straight up punchin’ people. that’s it.

waterbender frog ninja

an actual goddess

big yellow vore ball who throws fruit and fire hydrants at you

anime sword boy/girl but also magic

JRPG protagonist with a magic Tron sword

the turtle guy’s kid riding a weaponized clown head

a dog with a duck on it

angry karate man and his less angry friend, who also shoot fire

anime sword boy but the sword is REALLY BIG

anime sword boy/girl but part dragon

your self-insert OC (they can punch, sword, or have bigass arm cannon)

sexy witch with gun shoes who sometimes turns into a butterfly

extreme paintball squid child

space monster dragon pirate

two vampire hunters

fatass crocodile

the cartoon bowling ball person’s adorable dog secretary

furry pro wrestler who also has the fire thing going on

a carnivorous plant

a teenager with a gun who summons his imaginary friend

anime sword boy who sometimes EXPLODES

a bear with a bird in his backpack

super-jacked explodey rocket punch man

anime sword boy/girl with GIANT AXE

noodle shop server with ten-foot-long arms one of which can turn into a DRAGON that SHOOTS LASERS

[nonobadcat]

Yandere All For One x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only

Entire Story TW: Rape/Noncon, gore (non-reader directed), All For one too many kinks to count them all. Highly mentally and sexually abusive relationship. This story is absolutely not for minors and readers should consult the warnings/tags at the top before reading.

Read the entire story at: Archive of Our Own

This chapter's TW: Dub-con pet play, menstruation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, cosplay (ears, toys, and tails), and terrible aftercare.

Chapter 30 Excerpt:

It was less than three minutes later that Shigaraki returned with a large silver shopping bag with a satin ribbon handle. He rummaged through the pale tissue paper and extracted a halter neck black silk bodysuit. The front had a scalloped cross shape with floral lace trimming around the sides. The back appeared to be a delicate stretch mesh with a large, aftermarket keyhole sewn conspicuously in the middle. It also looked like the crotch gusset had been modified for “easy access”.

“Why don’t you change into this, my dear?” Shigaraki stated, handing you the unsubtle teddy before fishing around in the bag.

“Yes, Master,” you replied in an indifferent tone, unwrapping the towel from around your shoulders. You stood up, leaving the hair drying sheet on the toilet. Then you started to unfasten the knot around your chest. The terry cloth slipped to the tile floor. You wiggled yourself into the skin-tight contraption with a frustrated wince before it snapped into place. As you tugged the last shoulder strap up, you heard an appreciative whistle.

Shigaraki was positively beaming as his eyes roamed up and down your body. “If I had known you’d look that good, I’d have had you in that sooner.”

He held out his hand and passed you a pair of small black puppy ears on a headband. In them was a wire which allowed you to adjust the position. Your husband put them in a half-flopped position that reminded you of the triangle shape of a Jack Russell terrier. You took the ears and placed them on your head, tilting the band to seat them in the correct spot. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, checking to make sure they were even. That’s when you saw Shigaraki’s reflection pull out the fuzzy black tail with some sort of scarlet ribbon tied to it.

Your heart stopped as you realized what it was.

It was a furry silicone butt plug puppy tail with a sweet red bow.

You whipped around, eyes wide with horror as protective hands clasped over your backside. “You’re joking.”

He held the soft black plastic by the middle and cocked his head at you. There was a cruel, teasing glint in his rapidly darkening eyes. “As I promised, this will make it impossible to put anything else in there.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, opened it again, and frowned. Then you blinked at the turnip-shaped insert with a flared base before your eyes rolled to Shigaraki’s beaming grin and back again. Then your eye twitched.

“Now my dear, I can assure you this was the smallest one they make. It’s barely bigger than my finger really.”

You gave him a silent scowl in response.

He held up a small blue snap bottle of water-based lubricant. “It’s not like it’s going in dry. Besides, we’ll have to get you more relaxed first.”

You sat down, firmly burying your bottom against the towel on the toilet.

Shigaraki sighed and shook his head. “Well, I suppose you don’t have to take the deal if you don’t want to.” His eyes narrowed. “Though it would compromise our give-and-take relationship for you to back out now, don’t you think?

“In other words, if I back out you’ll do something worse?”

Shigaraki grinned at you and didn’t answer the question.

You took a deep breath. “Fine. I get the message,” you pointed at the object in question. “But if it hurts, I’m taking it out.”

Your husband held out a large, beckoning hand to you. “Of course. I much prefer spoiling my pet.” He wrinkled his nose. “And I won’t suffer animal abuse.”

Well… Guess even evil had some standards.

Read the rest at: Archive of Our Own

This chapter is so squicky I feel bad even tagging people. I'm sticking to those I know read the last chapter and the squarters.

If I missed any of you sick puppies on the tags let me know!

@shigashigashig @shig-a-shig-ah @weo0o @feral-creep @raygard-elvets @awkward-confused

@princess-lemons @the-lady-writes-what @all4one @avelaste @diowithagun @yeunsstuff @river-to-swim-forever @lizthewitchh @0-ddball @catalystgaming27

[fereldenturnip]

rando trans thoughts

My own personal Trans Story, feel free to scroll past!

I often see a lot of positivity posts trying to explain being transgender through wholesome analogies. I like them! I feel warm and squishy when I read them! I even share them with the friends I’m out with and they share some more back!

But there’s also this component to a lot of them that somewhat, er, chafes me. It’s the common notion that ALL trans know they’re trans at the earliest age possible. No ifs, ands, or buts.  How accurate is that though? It borders an ideology I’m uncomfortable entertaining, least of all because it has the potential to isolate those curious or anxious about their own identity.

“If I didn’t have a solid belief I was born in the wrong body, than it’s impossible I’m trans, right??” 

I don’t believe that. It’s super splendid if that was the case for you! To be that sure of yourself is a marvelous thing and I don’t want those people to ever minimize their self-belief. But I personally struggled with my identity in the world, and I know plenty more besides me do as well. 

As a kid, I wanted to run with the boys and play with their toys and laugh at their jokes. But because I was "a girl”, I was stuck in a world not of my choosing, with gender roles that felt like a pair of undersized shoes. Not enough for me to kick them off, but enough that I was weary by the end of the day. This lead me to feeling like an outsider (at worse, a failure) when it came to “womanhood”. I could read the script and execute the lines perfectly, heck, even enjoy it from time to time. Yet, whatever I was doing felt like a pale imitation of The Role that seemed forever out of reach. But what role was that exactly?

Anyone ever watch The Muppet Movies? [Bear with me!] There was a scene from Muppet Treasure Island, where Rizzo is introducing himself and his friends: 

Rizzo: I’m Rizzo the Rat and this is Gonzo, the, uh... Gonzo: The Whatever! 

It was that line that led to a mini epiphany for itty bitty Turnip. I remember, quite distinctly, thinking “Hahaha! Wait... He can be a WHATEVER?? That’s a real thing?!” From then on, that just stuck within my child brain all the way up to adulthood. Turnip, the Whatever. Maybe I was already thinking in Nonbinary before it was even a thing. It worked. For a time. 

Like all terrible moments in life, puberty hit. Oof. As I grew older, I started feeling so uncomfortable, even when I couldn’t pinpoint why. It was my skin, my hair, my body, my clothes, everything! Even my name felt odd in my mouth. It was as if people were calling out to some figure standing behind me, but I was the only one in the room. I started taking on male nicknames like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I always dressed up as male characters for Halloween. I started painting beards on my face for cosplay; for once, looking into the mirror and seeing that Tony Stark goatee on my face felt like I was matching up to... something.

The thing is, I didn’t know that this was dysphoria. I never once thought I was trans until I was in my early twenties finally hearing more terminology thrown around. But even then, I balked. No! Surely not! I’m just WEIRD! I grew progressively more feminine in an attempt to play catch up with all the women at college getting boyfriends/married, going to clubs dolled up, GALentines (okay, I’d still do GALentines because it’s sweet and wholesome), etc. Basically, I saturated myself in femininity to prove I wasn’t as broken as I felt on the inside. 

That eventually backfired. Those innate feelings had to manifest somewhere, and it burbled up in the bedroom. I started purposely seeking out partners that let me explore my desire to top, my inner need to be seen as manly. I’d shut down whenever I’d hear ‘pussy’ and ‘womb’. Somehow, they were the wrong terms to describe my parts (parts that I just often ignored or disassociated their entire existence out of my head). I preened whenever they asked for ‘my dick’, for me to manhandle them, to spoon them or take care of them. 

Two years ago, I decided enough was enough. What truly helped was when my coworker came out as Nonbinary to us. They started a dialogue that inspired zero shame self-reflection. I think people underestimate the profound impact open dialogue has on the human existence. Being open, honest, and welcoming? It had me questioning my own identity in weeks when previously I spent over two decades ignoring the obvious.

So here I am, a 31 year old trans man, finally making strides towards living as my truest self! I’ve come out to my closest friends and they couldn’t be more happy for me. They’re already planning my new reenactment outfits and helping me find homes for all the dresses. My coworkers (turns out, they’ve all got some claim to a letter in LGBTQ+ lol) immediately changed my name on the schedule, on all the inboxes, and started chatting about throwing me a celebratory Bar Mitzvah. Hearing my chosen name and the right pronouns feels like a monumental weight has lifted off my shoulders; a cosmic shift has occurred and for once the world feels right.  This “late bloomer” realization happens all the time! Life is crazy and every experience is uniquely individual. So I hope that by telling mine, it helps someone else take one more step closer to happiness and clarity. What I want others to get from this massive spiel is: you can be 8 years old, 15, 31, 55, 72, 100! Whenever you decide come out, no matter how you expressed yourself until that point, you are valid and we love you!

[koutawoo]

the Oikawa one hjdskhfjksahfja. GIMME MORE. I love these kind of stuff weather they are hcs or jokes. Terushima dsjkhcjksachjascjk. BANANA OMG. It sure clicked somehow jdksajfld;ask. and oh I'm not gonna lie one time I thought Yahaba was actually Oikawa in that scene cnsmkcn _cognizant anon aka keysmash anon

A MISTAKE: whether*, weather = atmospheric state 

uh, uh, uhHH!!

kuroo likes going to anime conventions and cosplaying, but ofc, he’s secretly a geek for romance, so he wants to go as an otp!! he makes kozume crossdress bc kozume is small, cute, and has that neutral ._. face that’s akin to a doll’s. kozume doesn’t half-mind bc he can go see and get his video game merch

tsukishima listens to lofi beats

ushijima’s firstborn’s first sentence will be: you should have come to shiratorizawa

ushijima secretly looked up how to appear comforting (as a mentor) on wikihow when he left the shiratorizawa team to goshiki 

goshiki has posters of ushijima hanging all over his room bc his admiration for ushijima is 📈📈📈

tendou’s hair used to be less tendou but he did a crazy chemistry experiment once and it blasted his hair up and he thought it looked rad so he’s been styling it like that now

aone hasn’t talked since he enrolled in preschool and only just started talking a tiny bit bc of high school volleyball

akaashi actually thinks everything is an inconvenience but he just puts up with it bc life is life and life sucks

when yamaguchi hit his grow spurt, everyone teased him and called him yama [mountain] and he ended up crying until tsukishima finally came in and towered over everyone telling them to back off with his glare

hanamaki thought it’d be cool to be like one of those anime boy protagonists so he dyed his hair pastel pink

kindaichi’s hair is spiked up like a turnip bc he thought if his hair was weirdly tall, it’d make everyone want to touch his hair (he wants head pats dammit!!)

daishou’s hair is like that bc he styled it like that once on his date with yamaka and she said it was cute so he’s been styling it like that ever since <3

[beatnicksellar]

Marda Loophole: TPB: Issues #7-12

Issue #7 – The Exodus Then: Mada opened her eyes to the inhuman sights and sounds of war Half-men strewn about Bramshott the RCAMC tent soaked in red gore Through the horror she saw her scarecrow the one she treated before Minus a leg he was alive and that was enough to lift her off of the floor Now: Mada opens her eyes to the fuzzy sight of 4 purple children overhead Siphoning energy from a radiant boulder their chant stirs her from the dead A tingle in her toes and sour taste in her mouth the Hole is as Dennis said He labours nearby as the kids stitch Mada together with amethyst thread With the dulling drone done the rock bathes everyone in its immortal hue The old wendigo’s cell unlocks in the uproar allowing her to slip through Before Mada’s blurry eyes the frailest child’s torn from the circuit and slew She can hear the rapacious wendigo sob as she reluctantly continues to chew The plaster walls of the outbuilding begin to buckle from the stone’s potency Suddenly Pope enters the Hole and descends the staircase with much urgency The doctor’s met mid-way by the limping wendigo who embraces him completely Mesmerising him with her wildfire eyes she gladly detaches his loins from his body Dennis returns to find the Hole in shambles with Dot eaten and Dr. Pope screaming He disconnects the kids and requests that Mada give the boys’ lives a new meaning One of the boys grabs a ledger while the other two grip Mada and they begin fleeing Dennis and the wendigo clash by the emitting mound soon buried under the ceiling South Calgary is silent for the first time since the 33 soldiers were secretly dosed But without the hum to calm them they thrashed 33 Avenue like a whipping post Possessed troops overturned the streetcar and chard the theater like it was toast Stiff pedestrians and sate scavengers guide Mada back to her husband Marc’s ghost She mourns over his blood-spattered prosthesis as one boy reads a shard of glass His brothers study the ledger as he peers into the sliver to see what’ll comes to pass ‘We’ll return when the streetcar does’ the scrying boy points to the upturned mass With crazed GIs loose Mada and her boys depart while a curious crow tails her ass… Issue #8 – The Wild Boys ♬♪♩♬♪♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♩♫♬♪♩♬♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♬♪♩♬♪♩ A gayageum plays notes from the concerto called Dorothea The ribbon of rhythm writhes on the airstreams over Korea Baroque tones stir the ancient visage which inspired its idea Eddying over the ocean to hover above a 33rd avenue pizzeria ♬♪♩♬♪♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♩♫♬♪♩♬♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♬♪♩♬♪♩♫ The melody meanders up 20th street pausing at its composer Three long-haired boys that look 10 but are very much older Standing before Currie Barracks Condo they are of one mourner The unrelated triplets commiserate over their deceased sister ‘I cannot feel her in there’ John the empath of the family confirms ‘I cannot reach her’ Robert retorts ‘all I hear is Dennis and worms’ Scryer James perceives future events but cannot grasp their terms ‘All I see is that the stone has been scattering its ill will like germs’ Treating the condo as if a gravestone they pay respect to her spirit With unkempt heads down the trinity are subdued for a moment Each recalls Dot, the Hole, the old woman then all begin to fidget John pulls a music sheet out of his shorts and whistles a snippet ♬♪♩♬♪♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♩♫♬♪♩♬♩♫♪♩♫♩♬♪♬♪♩♬♪♩♫♪♬ James and Robert join him in his performance of Dorothea No. 4 When done John tosses the concerto down onto the sewer floor As they skate through the Loop Mada’s name hangs in every store Coffee shops hum with anticipation over the 70-year-old folklore Around the corner of 35th avenue is where a hungry entity stalks A hefty shadow cast from a vacant lot that limps wherever it walks The boys are too distracted to notice the relic from Pandora’s Box Because a fireball is about to knock’em out of their graphic socksIssue #9 – The Vacant LotYellow barricades protect the rich soil within the vacant lotThough ideal for growth it’s contaminated by junkyard rot Comparable to the toxin that comprises Hausis’ blood clot An

inherit gift from her father and the affects it has wrought Over a century old she has been scarred twice by the stoneAs well Hausis has been forced out of more than one homeFrom her log cabin to that school and finally the catacomb A hole she fled full of a plum, revenge and astral syndrome Dark energy leached into her, those boys and the headless one Wendigo mixed with indigo and once again she was on the run But on the Rez her spirits calmed; she even adopted a grandson It was the last time she felt love as the Sixties Scoop had begun Hungry and hateful she hid her mercy and fed on colonial fears Hitchhiking Highway 16 in the 1970s she traded entrails for tears Retribution for her surrogate sisters who had began to disappear When the stone summoned her home she returned with souvenirs She settled in South Calgary and became a landlord to tasty tenants Bones buried in the vacant lot next-door while lying to their parents A cane sword to assist her limp and cutback on the slaying minutes Serrated steel dentures to masticate and absorb her preys’ essence A century old entity at last content with her damned life up until TONIGHT When her plums return assured and still ripe enough to enjoy a quick biteWhen her bone yard is deemed aseptic and police investigation is in sightHausis lunges at the wild boys only to be repelled by a nimbus of starlight… Issue #10 – The Above People CREEEAK! The tactless teenager forcefully opens the oxidized attic door In search of a white wig for her cosplay getup she stomps across the floor Rummaging through containers she finds something unusual in a drawer A thirteen-year-old letter that when opened clarifies exactly who it is for ‘Aline: It’s with regret and sadness that I write this letter to my daughter’ ‘I had to go to a dangerous place so I left you to be raised by your father’ ‘I never stopped loving you or dreaming of the day we would be together’ ‘When you are ready to meet amass juniper twigs and a magpie feather’ Elated to see her mislaid mother Aline flees the loft in her space-opera costume She sprints across 35 Avenue towards a vacant lot shrouded by juniper in bloom Ripping off a bouquet Aline is unaware that just beyond bodies are being exhumed She spots a pudgy magpie perched on the yellow barricade and plucks at its plume Clutching the vital items the Big Dipper shaped beauty marks on her right arm glows FWOOOOM! A blinding white light descends from overhead lifting her off of her toes Aline suddenly finds herself in a melancholy landscape of stars, clouds and shadows Before her sit 2 enormous Above People who enquire as to her odd-looking clothes ‘It’s for Comic-con’ she roars removing the wig ‘who’re you and where’s my mom’ Sun God laughs as Moon Goddess speaks: ‘We see that you were raise with aplomb’ The electric entities sizzle and pop as they struggle to alleviate Aline’s many qualms ‘Your father fell in love with our granddaughter: the Morning Star he wished upon’ ‘But she had to return to Sky-Country to rid it of the evil her mother had let loose’ Mother Moon details how Feather Woman disobeyed and iniquity was introduced ‘She moved the giant turnip that which protects our portal because she was obtuse’ Mother Moon adds she encased the dummy in indigo stone and made her vamoose That is the past but the portal remains open for dark matter to infest Sky-Country The same stuff brought down with the stone when it crashed in the 19th century Aline accuses her great-grandparents of killing her kin and for spreading villainy The Gods giggle at the allegation clarifying Feather Woman merely has an injury More gen is traded and a deal is struck: if Aline fixes the portal all will be forgiven Above People will help find the Morning Star and teach Aline of her nuclear fusion KRA-KOOM! A fiery comet crashes and Aline emerges from impact like a magician Gazing at the wild boys she states ‘You dudes are my gran and we have a mission’… Issue #11 – The Penultimate Sequential squares spread over an infinitude of glittering stars Panels parted by gutters spanning

centuries between the bars A billboard advertises Marc and Mada’s forthcoming memoirs Christened Marda; Loop denotes the superannuated streetcar Inset in the ad is a shot of Magpie gnawing on a decayed thumb bone Balanced on the sign she spots a bird below who was once well known Magpie cries: ‘Ain’t seen you since you left with THAT there veiled crone’ Alit next to Magpie Crow recalls his ghastly exploits beyond the stone ‘It was Hell’ he croaks ‘The screaming, the silence, the suicide attempts’ ‘It took HER forever to bond with THOSE boys and get over her regrets’ ‘Once she did’ Crow pauses ‘she spearheaded some tantalizing events’ Led by the ledger and scryed images they tracked the fiery GIs’ contempt While 7 indigo infected ones enlisted for Korea 26 settled in Forest City An innocuous epithet for somewhere death stalked the streets regularly Enclosed by thickets it’s where butchers would conceal a mutilated body ‘The Serial Killer Capital’ Crow yelps ‘We lured them out during the 1960s’ Crow clarifies that when the GIs moved there each become a major player: Mad Slasher, Bedroom Strangler, Balcony Killer + the Chambermaid Slayer Mada the bait, Crow the lookout, and 3 wild boys unified became the healer ‘In the forest we’d draw out the purple poison leaving the mortals tamer’ Mada’s nursing background afforded them a home and a baby-grand piano She worked while under pseudonyms the boys penned novels & concertos ‘Forest City was safe and we had obtained almost all of that fugitive indigo’ ‘Almost’ Crow echoed ‘We left for Korea in ‘81 on a plane from Toronto’ Magpie squawks sceptically: ‘And then miraculously back for the 70th Anniversary’ {Had it been that long?} the crone ponders {Why did they whitewash my tragedy?} The veiled woman below the advert grimaces then utters anachronistic profanity Stalwart in stance she shudders when the #7 rolls by renewed for the pageantry… Issue #12 – Giant-Size Finale The fixed indigo stone pulsates expelling the remnants of its space toxin Pumped into the faucets of 22 occupants of the new condo atop its coffin Dragging fingers thru mauve hair they’re rapt by the stone’s dim doctrine They riot inside the structure while outside Mada and her wild boys lock in ‘Try it again’ the costumed Aline guides from inside the infinite sealed loop She has juniper and feather in hand yet something is off within their group ‘That thing’s teeing me off’ Mada breaks from the ring and sits on the stoop The rebuilt #7 streetcar gleams in the parking lot next to an effigy of troops Suddenly…a service door opens and the old wendigo limps out of the edifice ‘You’ Hausis growls at Aline ‘You’re relations with that Metis bastard Dennis’ Mada perks up at the name of the man who inadvertently made her endless ‘Are you?’ Mada asks ‘She sure is’ Hausis sniffs ‘and it’s making me ravenous’ Incensed Mada bares the jagged indigo scar spanning the length of her collar ‘Dennis did this’ she states ‘and orchestrated the 1950 South Calgary slaughter’ Aline has entirely no clue as to what occurred because of her great-grandfather And before Mada can educate her the group is spotted by a police helicopter ‘Freeze Ms. Cranmer’ a voice booms as a squad car pulls up with guns drawn Hausis has been hiding since police uncovered the bodies she had feasted on Clotheslined and cuffed the 145-year-old Cree woman is beaten with a baton Aline, Mada and wild boys watch in horror as Hausis is tenderized like carrion The wild child named Robert tugs at Aline’s skirt pointing at the departing cop car ‘Dot’ the 80-year-old kid chirps ‘The hungry lady has carried our sister’s soul so far’ Mada is not their 4th because it is the frail child Hausis mauled like a chocolate bar ‘We need that granny back’ Aline barks at Mada who turns away rubbing her scar Aline suggests they take the idle #7 and propel it with a trick she has just learned ‘Can I borrow a feather from your crow?’ she asks of Mada who still feels scorned Crow leaves Magpie atop the streetlamp landing beside Aline his feathers formed ‘I am not getting on that ’

Mada repeats just as the crazed tenants emerge armed KRA-KOOM! The refurbished #7 streetcar rockets down 20th street like a fireball Crow and Magpie try to slow the tenants’ progress to the 33rd avenue mini-mall Meanwhile the #7 zips down the parade route until it hits the cruiser then a wall Everyone on the #7 is unscathed and so too is Hausis who’s eating a cop’s eyeball Magpie and Crow flutter in to warn everyone of the approaching horde of tenants The wild boys jump into action with a hand out for Hausis who sees it as penance ‘Doesn’t make me a plum’ she gripes grasping John’s hand as if she is pregnant As the 4 siblings unite clouds appear and a powerful deluge forms within minutes The first drop hits as the vicious throng reaches Marda Loop then the sky cries The drenched tenants lose their momentum as the mauve washes over their eyes The rain relents as does the horde but Mada’s inner ire cannot be overemphasized The wild boys embrace Hausis and in turn Dot whose soul has now been reprisedOnlookers have gathered at the site sad to see there’s no anniversary to reminisce Crow and Magpie peck at the injured police officers as Aline stares into the abyss She apologizes to Mada for her relative’s actions but asks for her not to be remiss ‘We cannot change the past’ she points out ‘But if you help us now we can fix this’The wendigo, the crone, the wild boys, the star-child and the scavengers all return Loitering outside of the Currie Barracks condo building hashing out their concerns Hausis has subsisted with the stone while in exile so she knows where it’s interned In the bowels of the sub-basement they find the ancient rock fading in a slow burn John, James and Robert the perpetual 10-year-olds encircle Aline and embrace her Hausis jeers as the boys kiss their kin then whisper in Mada’s ear: Goodbye Mother The siblings start siphoning the stone’s essence back; Aline waves Magpie’s feather Hausis and the boys convert to stardust they swirl around the stone and then enter Aline and Mada escape the building as the boulder flies backwards thru the nexus Its trajectory bearing straight for Sky-Country where it will rid the land of sepsis The portal is sealed and The Above People welcome Feather Woman and Hausis Back in South Calgary Mada stands in the quiet rubble no longer feeling headless ‘Wanna meet my dad?’ Aline asks of her lithe friend who nods producing a smile Mada calls Crow but he and Magpie are stardust in a constellation of their profile Unveiled Mada and neophyte Aline walk towards a rainbow after their long trial As both fade over the hill stardust diffuses and floats to somewhere worthwhile An End

[goddamnmuses-a]

Animal Crossing Content.

If you’re not interested at all, keep scrolling I’ll put it all under a cut Nobody asked for it.. but here’s some Animal Crossing Content. 

So this was super early on in the game, possibly first day I upgraded from a house. Very basic. 

Here’s when I finally got Nook’s Cranny. ft. Ash cosplay + Stuff to sell as i waited for the shop to be made to the side there.. Also.. Sheldon and Pheobe are the two villagers I started with. 

Then I got the museum and a Gorilla named Al. 

Then the Table Sisters plus Phil the blue Ostrich and Fauna the Deer. 

Oh and the Town Hall thing.. Got that earlier but like.. uploaded this later so.. it’s after the other pics.. also wheres apple in the Able Sisters pic? Didn’t show up? Lazy. Naa she’s probably behind the museum. 

So here is my home now.

and in the day. 

You enter to this grand hall and you head to the left...

Where you find my beautiful bathroom, unfortunately I just pooped so you rush out and head to the room that was on the right. 

Which is my kitchen, but you’re concerned with all the turnips on the floor so you head back into the hall and forward into the Den/office/idek what this room is. 

After playing that machine for a while you head upstairs to my room.. you perv. 

Donatello the Snapping Turtle doesn’t appreciate you trespassing and chases you down to the basement. 

Where I casually have a Spinosaurus skeleton. 

And thats the inside of my home. Now for a brief island tour. 

The Town Hall.. with pathway inspired by magnemite. 

The Museum. 

The Campsite. 

A small neighbourhood. 

The Rasana Space Program. 

The Shopping District. 

And the Beach. 

[schwaycosplay]

Long time no chat!

Still riding off the excitement, enthusiasm and general inspiration to cosplay from ALA this past weekend despite being super sick and bed from a nasty case of con plague!

Take care folks! Getting sick is never fun!

Anyway, while I’m lying here bored and wanting to do something with myself I figured I would start planning out my 2019 cosplays! These are the characters I would like to do but I don’t know if I will get around to it but let’s see how I do!

First things first, my major goal is to wear Ginormica to a con! Preferably with BOB or car shoes, whichever I have the time and money to complete. I’ll probably try finishing her up in time for Titan Con!

For Fanime I was planning on doing Turnip head but sadly the rest of my group wouldn’t be able to make it some maybe next year! As of right now my tentative line up is Spider Gwen, Princess Carolyn and Princess Bean. I’m trying to be better about rewearing cosplays and am making myself rewear 1 costume per convention. Luckily it gives me time to spruce her up a bit and to work on any other props I may want to include. Thinking about making a plush Luci and Elfo if not some puppety things. Spider Gwen will be apart of a Spider Berse group and I’ll probably be making Peter Porker to carry around with me. She won’t be much effort, merely money. While Princess Carolyn will be the under taking. Still gotta find a dress and make little fish all over it! Might commission this...

As for Hilda, Glimmer and Adora those ladies are up for LBCC if I end up going or one of them will be my Halloween costume. Currently leaning towards Hilda or Glimmer for Halloween.

Really trying to challenge myself with these projects so here is to making stuff happen!!

[ryanreporting]

Asbury Park Zombie Walk Halloween Samhain New Jersey NJ USA October 8th 2022

Asbury Park Zombie Walk New Jersey USA October 8 2022

#AsburyParkZombieWalk 🧌🧟‍♀️🧟🧟‍♂️🧌

Saturday October 8th 2022

4:00pm

#AsburyPark #NewJersey #ZombieWalk #APZW

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Celebrations of the autumn season

Happy Halloween - Blessed Samhain Festival - Día de los Muertos - Day of the Dead - All Souls Day - All Saints Day - Hallowmas - Thinning of the Veil Between the Worlds - Blessed Mabon - Autumnal Equinox - Autumn Fall Foliage - Peak Fall Leaf Colors - Trick-or-treating - Apple Picking - Fresh Apple Cider - Apple Cider doughnuts - Hot apple pie - Pumpkin Spice Latte coffee - Pumpkin Picking - Roasted Pumpkin seeds - Pumpkin Pie - Pumpkin Ice Cream - Corn Maze - Corn stalks - roasted corn - candy corn - Hay Rides - tractor rides - farm visits - Harvest Celebration - Pumpkin Spice brown sugar nutmeg cinnamon - Jack-o'-lantern pumpkins and turnip carving - Gaelic traditions - Ireland holiday customs - October 31st - Halloween decorations skeletons Witch's cats bats Dracula Vampire - Halloween costumes masks cosplay and Gothic fashion - Scarecrow building - Chrysanthemum flowers - Full Moon - Season of the Witch - flying broomsticks - Spell Casting - Mexico traditions honoring holiday - Sugar Skulls - La Calavera Catrina by José Posada - Marigold flowers - Oktoberfest Germany - Greenwich Village Halloween Parade NYC - Autumn colors orange black brown neon green purple - The Nightmare Before Christmas Tim Burton 1993 movie - Jack Skellington - This is Halloween song - It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown 1966 TV special by Charles Schulz - Salem Witch Trials of 1692 Witch City Naumkeag fishing place New England Massachusetts - The Crucible

1953 play by Arthur Miller - The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Headless Horseman 1820 book by Washington Irving - Sleepy Hollow Witch Hulda of Bohemia grave site - Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow Jonathan Kruk Master Storyteller performances in Tarrytown village town of Mount Pleasant Westchester County NY - Mid Autumn celebration - Election Day - Veterans Day - Armistice Day - Happy Thanksgiving - Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade - Lots to celebrate and observe - Holiday Season

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THE FIRST THEMED ZOMBIE WALK IS OCTOBER 8TH!

The most metal Zombie Walk EVER!

Get ready to bang your heads and shake your severed limbs in the air… the Asbury Park Zombie Walk returns on Saturday, October 8th! This year we want to turn Asbury Park upside down with the return of the living dead in an 80’s and 90’s punk rock and heavy metal themed event! The city by the sea has an incredible history as an epicenter for emerging music and creativity. Join us on the Asbury Park Boardwalk for a day of fun, music and of course… brains!

You do not have to have a costume that matches the theme, we're just trying something different! Come as whatever type of zombie you like!

About The APZW

The Asbury Park Zombie Walk was founded in 2008 and has become one of the most iconic events on the AP Boardwalk. It is recognized as one of the largest events of its kind in the USA.

A Record Breaking Crowd

The New Jersey Zombie Walk broke the Guinness World Record™ for 'WORLD'S LARGEST GATHERING OF ZOMBIES' in 2010 AND THEN AGAIN IN 2013!

What Is A Zombie Walk?

A Zombie Walk is an organized gathering of people who dress up in zombie costumes and then converge quickly in a public area for surprise and fun. Walks usually in urban areas such as shopping malls or town squares. Participants arrive at a pre-determined time (often at a hidden location) and then emerge as a group to creep in a somewhat orderly fashion through shocked and amused crowds, towards a final destination (usually a cemetery, club, bar or after party).

During the Walk, all participants are encouraged to remain in character as zombies, lurching, shambling, dragging limbs and communicating only in a zombie-like manner (such as grunting, groaning, moaning and slurred calls for “brains”.) Zombie Walks are always free ev

[forestwhitakerr]

me: hey babe we can cosplay howl and sophie!!

aj: im gonna be turnip head

me: but what i'm sayin-

aj: t u r n i p

@plantmanstevens