#wearing that baby carlos costume

[keiossance]

Looking forward (and making it a known fact) to Carlos be the fucking bulldozer he will be to overtake his way (like the smooth operator of a title he truly deserve) towards the front, racing beside his teammate (boyfriend) and all until the last lap of the race.

[roseboysstuff]

ok so im currently listening to Santa Baby by Ariana Grande(feat. Liz Gillies) and whenever i hear "santa baby" all i sang is "santa daddy" anyways, i want to request a dilf Carlos Olivera (you could also do leon if you're more comfy with that) wearing a santa costume (without the white hair and beard because i think their natural hair color is hotter) punishing the reader for being on his naughty list. any kink is open, make it nasty like incest (which honestly would make it better) okay now that i thought of the incest shit i want the reader's mom to be the one who ask for Carlos/leon to wear the smegsy santa costume (she like bought it or somethn) and she request to have sex with our daddy but daddy refuse becuase he was ✨TiReD✨ then while sleeping he wore the santa outfit and climb to the reader's bedroom window (daddy is commited to the role) and then that is where the smegsy shit starts to happen🤤🤤 anyways now that i read this again before sending i sound soo desperate and lonely (i am T.T)

ps: have a good day ahead and take care of yrslf ❤️

Imma do Leon since I don't write for carlos but this idea is so fucking tasty I also made it incest because the idea stuck in my mind hehe so it's dad/son incest

Leon loved your mom, but some of the requests she came up with to spice up their sex life were interesting. They hadn't had sex for a while, and while she assumed it was just them both being busy and tired, you and Leon knew why. He didn't have time to fuck his wife, when he was busy fucking their son. So when he dressed up like Santa, he didn't get hard from her sitting on his lap, and eventually she gave up and went to bed. Leon wasn't going to join her for a while, however, his mind was elsewhere. You woke up to your window sliding open, and were about to scream, until you saw the familiar blue hue in his eyes. "Dad? What are you doing?" He simply shushed you and continued climbing in through your window. The santa outfit was very comical to you, and certainly not something that would normally look attractive, but he managed to make it look good. He sat on your bed, and in a slightly hushed voice, he said "Why don't you sit on Santa's lap?" You realised what he was doing and instantly felt yourself getting wet at his husky tone. And so you walked over and sat on his lap, getting comfy, feeling his cock against you, hardening quickly. He kept whispering in your ear, that same low, quiet tone sending shivers down your spine. "What does my baby boy want for Christmas, hm? Because I've got something big I want to give you." With that, he moves you so you are facing him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he pulls the bright red pants down ever so slightly. He's rock hard, and all for you. He reaches inside your pants, and chuckles when he feels the wetness, knowing that despite yourself, you are enjoying seeing him dressed up like this. "You've been a good boy all year, but you're still on my naughty list. So Santa is going to fuck you until you melt, okay?" You're gently lowered onto his cock, and you start bouncing away. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other covers your mouth so your mom doesn't hear what's going on. You're too far gone to care about noise, but he doesn't want his wife to walk in on this scene. His cute little son, riding his cock, it's for his eyes only. And the sight of you cumming on his cock, letting out the smallest of whimpers, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, it's the best Christmas present he's ever gotten.

[maxybabyy]

inspired by this gif

He shows her a photo first. It’s not the one that he ends up ordering, but it’s close enough; the same pleated skirt but the cut of the shirt is different, the colour scheme changed too. Max, half distracted by the sim race she’s trying to join, says, “This is of course very American of you, Daniel.”

“Yeah? Did you bring the ears from last year then?” He asks and makes her squeeze further into the corner until there’s almost no space between them. “Gonna be a kitty cat again, Maxy?”

“For this, I will need also the –“ she says after squinting at the screen. She claps her hands enthusiastically and throws them up in a high V, the controller left in her lap. “The sparkly things for my hands, no? I think this will be very important, Daniel.”  

“I will get you some pompoms, baby.” He says, pulls her into a kiss when her hands still haven’t come down. “Maybe then you can do a little routine for me, yeah? Show me who you’re really cheering for?”

In the end, Max is let into the discord call and is allowed to join the race – even if she is away from her sim set-up. Daniel sits beside her and looks through uniform options, tries not to lose himself in the images of her on her knees, skirt spread wide over her thighs as she sucks his cock.

Max has a last-minute shoot with Red Bull, so he meets up with some of the others for a drink or two before the party.

It’s fine, if a bit uneventful. None of them has put much effort into their costumes. Alex looks great, but only when his girlfriend stays close enough to add complexity to the otherwise bland costume.

Max has been live blogging the shoot in their texts, another fluff piece to take the heat off Checo’s race in Mexico. And then at the end, sent just over an hour ago, a picture of the pompoms Daniel had made sure to order resting on a wide shot of Max’s thigh in the backseat of a car.

Daniel hadn’t replied, didn’t see it until now, but. He goes, downs the cup of shitty but expensive vodka and makes his excuses to Lando, who hasn’t stopped staring at both Oscar and Carlos at either end of the room like he’s at a fucking tennis match.

Max has her own drink in hand when he finds her, straw sucked deep in her mouth as she nods at whatever Charles is saying. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s obviously having a good time if the way she’s smiling is anything to go by. She must know he’s watching because she turns to look at him, eyes bright as she waves the pompom at him.

She looks fucking amazing.

The uniform fits perfectly, and even with the sensible white long sleeve that she’s wearing underneath, she looks fucking hot. When it came in the mail, he hadn’t told her it was a Chicago Bulls costume; the ‘Bulls’ on her chest the closest thing to Red Bull he could find. But he looks at her now and thinks, ‘Maybe they should do a rebrand.’

She’s wearing the same sneakers that she always is, black and practical, and her hair is tied back in her usual high pony, only this time with a striped ribbon instead of a beige hair tie. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but Max has always been in a league of her own. In racing, in life, in Daniel’s heart –

“Hey there, pretty lady,” he says and leans in close when Charles has escaped with a choked-up laugh. “I would offer you a drink, but someone already beat me to it, huh?”

Max lets out a laugh, shakes her head. “We are of course not in Austin anymore, Daniel.”

There’s a smushed ‘3’ painted on her cheek in red; the font unlike what is usually used for jersey numbers, and instead oddly reminiscent of what it would look like on the RB19.

“Did you come here from the big game too?” He asks instead and puts a hand on her waist, his thumb poking under the fabric to rest against her skin. “Bet your team won real easy with all the attention on you, pretty girl. Hardly any eyes on the ball, I reckon.”

“Daniel! It was only golf with Checo. Always, he was very interested in the game, I think, but –“

Daniel breaks her off with a kiss when he cannot help himself anymore, pulls her closer to his chest for a moment before he steps back. “Did you come here with a boyfriend? A friend, maybe?”

Max stares at him, teeth biting into a lip that must have been painted red once. There’s still a bit of lipstick left, maybe there’s something on him now too. She must see something in his face, because she says, flushed, “Tonight, it is just me from the – the big game, of course.”

“Yeah? No quarterback waiting for you at home? I bet you looked hot cheering for your team,” he says, looks at the hand now wrapped around his neck, the pompom resting loosely against his chest. Max gives it a little shake over her head, the rustle loud in their tiny self-imposed space.

“It was a very lovely game, that,” Max hums, rubs at the eye black on his cheek. “The team, I think, is very good this year. We can of course win the ra – “ she takes a sip of her drink to hide the stumble, glares at Daniel when he laughs at her. “I can do the pyramid very well, so we will win the next match also.”

Daniel does want to hear more about Max’s ideas of cheerleading competitions, of the trophies and championships she would have won in that too. But more than that, he wants to drag her into the bathroom and make her come; fuck her open and loose so when they get back to the hotel, he can fuck her right.

“That’s your type then? Athletes?” He asks. He doesn’t kiss her, but he wants to, knows she wants it too. But they’re so close, almost there.

“It is very hot, I think, when they are also into the sport,” she says, her breath hitching when his free hand finds its way under her skirt, to the almost non-existent thong she has on. “When they are very good, I think that is very lovely also.”

“Do you have a favourite? Someone you’re just dying to meet, to fuck?”

Max whines softly, presses against the leg Daniel has shoved in between her thighs, “You are so stupid Daniel,” she says, breathy and hoarse. “You look of course very handsome in your little outfit, but always race car drivers are the –“

He kisses her, doesn’t let her finish. 

They’ve strayed from the plan; from the loose script he had in his head. But Daniel doesn’t care, feels greedy with it that even in this – drunk and unserious as they pretend to be people they aren’t – Max still cannot pick someone else, someone who isn’t fully and completely him.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Arkadius

the graduation issue

Semen of the Gods, Arkadius the show, La belle dame sans merci, Wild orchid in heaven

Photography : Oleg Micheyev, Carlos Graca Styling : Arkadius, Tassos Sofroniou Graphic Design : Elina Arapoglou

Arkadius, London 1999, 42 pages, 21x30cm, RCS printers

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Fashion designer Arkadiusz Weremczuk, better known simply as ‘Arkadius’, was born in southeast Poland and graduated from Central St. Martin’s college in 1999, making his press debut two years later when his work featured in The Face, in a session directed by Isabella Blow. In 2000, Arkadius was awarded the New Generation Award by the British Fashion Council and, the next year was named by The Independent as one of the Ten Leading Fashion Designers in the UK, alongside Alexander McQueen, Vivienne Westwood, and Stella McCartney. In 2002, he received the nesta Fellowship award. Arkadius has been worn by a number of famous names, including Björk, Mary J. Blige, Pink and Adrien Brody. He has also created costumes for the Los Angeles Opera and the Polish National Opera.

Arkadius’ most celebrated collections have served as political manifestos promoting pacifism. The designer has drawn a great deal of inspiration from Catholic art and Polish folk culture. His Virgin Mary Wears the Trousers collection (s/s 2014) featured newborn babies as its central motif. The designer explained: “The baby print in the collection signifies the word virginal: innocent, new, young. This is how we are born: completely pure. People are alike, the only major difference being their religion. The environment we grow up in, the society we find ourselves surrounded by, and the religion we belong to moulds us in a certain way. It is a shame that religion is often misinterpreted, alienating people and creating wars and conflicts. Religion to me means freedom and love.” The richly-adorned gold dresses of the Holy Mother, the chalice containing the Host, the ears of grain and the images of Mary featured in the collection are all references to the baroque altars which are typically found in Catholic churches in rural Lubelszczyzna, where Arkadius was born.

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[amakumos]

damn his power turning one of ur least fav colours into a fave 😭😭😭 i watched a few vids of him with carlos and him with danny ric (the baby vid and the british slang one theyre such a funny combo i love it) and ur so right tho he is such a cutie

BARBIE WAS SOOOOO GOOD like tears were STREAMING during that final scene 😫 the message of the movie was so 🥹 it was executed beautifully it had me and my bsfs up until 2am talking and bonding abt girl stuff

the actors all did so amazing, the sets and costumes were GORGEOUS and the soundtrack was everything overall loved the movie and the experience (i wore pink ofc and i loved seeing all the other girlies in their cute pink fits 🥹)

I KNWOOOhe is so cute i love him like

AND YES IT RLLY WAS !!! i loved the movie so much and im ltrly trying to convince everyone i know to watch it bc its like . so funny but also has a really strong and important message and ur so right Everything was executed SO BRILLIANTLYYYY and margot is just. so perfect for the role she's absolutely gorgeous and america ferrera's monologue in the movie?? i cried

yes omg i saw so many ppl wearing pink and there were like others complimenting each other on their looks (i dont even think they knew each other) so i thought it was so cute:((( i love the movie ahh

[suidiaper]

Halloween costume

Raul was in his room playing, when he suddenly remembered that there were only a few days left until Halloween, and he still hadn't decided what costume to wear, so he went to his daddy to ask him for help deciding on a costume, help to put it on besides to change his diaper, he had already gotten wet and was very uncomfortable, after his daddy changed his diaper, he put on the first costume, which was a cute digimon calumon, his daddy said he looked cute and raul liked it too, but even so, they changed his costume and put one after the digimon angemon, although baby angemon seemed like that, since his diaper was visible and he had a pacifier, raul posed in a serious way, but even so he looked cute but with what they didn't tell is that when he put himself in that pose, raul began to wet his diaper and poop, then raul's dad changed him, to try the last costume, and for the last costume, they put a diaper on raul that had stains and a little footprint referencing a dalmatian dog, you will wonder why they put a diaper on him like that since the last costume is a costume of carlos from descendants, it was a costume of carlos from descendants 3, he even came with a wig so as not to paint raul's hair, they put it on but only from the waist up just to be aware of raul's diaper

[statticscribbles]

Trick or Treat

Summary: Carlos De Vil/Reader, Baby’s first Halloween

You can hear crying, you know you should check but before you can move a hand smoothes your hair as the side of the bed dips and then settles again. You can hear footsteps fading and when you wake back up Carlos is back in bed with your son asleep on his chest.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Good morning handsome. How did I get so lucky?” His fingers play with your hair as you smile at him.

“Says the one who wanted to make a life with me.”

“We can do this all day, but there are much more important things to be doing.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. we’re hosting the halloween party this year, and we have to get this little one all dressed up!” You coo at your son when he wakes and reaches over for you.

“I don’t think it’s going to take us all day to dress him up.”

“Mal and Ben are coming over with their kids in an hour, Jay said he was bringing Uma, Harry and Gil since they got back from that trip to wherever, which I’m sure we’re going to hear all about and-”

“I got it babe, a lot to do. So, what are we dressing up as?”

“Us?”

“Well yeah it’s a family costume right?”

“Was it supposed to be?” You can’t help it, Carlos looks a little panicked and you can’t even last a full five minutes before you’re apologizing.

“I’m joking babe, the only halloween trick I’ll play on you. My costume is a surprise, but we’re dressing him up as the best little pumpkin ever.”

“A pumpkin?”

“It could be a skeleton, we still have time to change it, your choice.”

“What happens if we make him a little skeleton?”

“Well it’ll fit better with my costume, and matches the black and white theme you were insistent on.”

“It fits halloween babe. You have to admit that.”

“Mhmm…” You roll your eyes before kissing him and watching as Evie and Doug show up.

Everyone’s at the party, it's not much, mostly a spooky themed dinner for everyone to show off their costumes and then have one base camp for trick or treating. You’ve wrapped yourself in Carlos’ jacket, partially because it's colder now but also to hide the costume you’ve changed into. Ben and Mal are in matching elf costumes, what you think are meant to be elves, with how their daughter has bright [ink fairy wings magicked onto her dress. Evie and Doug have decided to switch outfits, Doug’s wearing a fitted suit, shimmering jewels adorning almost every surface, Evie wearing a simple linen dress still looking perfect. Harry and Uma are dressed up as mermaids, well you assume that’s what they’re meant to be, Gil is a werewolf, you have to laugh at how close it looks to Ben’s half beast form from when Audrey took the scepter.

”Seriously Y/N you dragged us all the way out here for trick or treating and are still hiding your costume under Carlos’ jacket. I think Ben’s going to break out his beast if you don’t show us right now.” Carlos pouts a little and you laugh nodding at him.

“Okay, fine, since all of you want to see it, come over here so I can show you.” You laugh when Carlos reaches for the zipper of his jacket to tug it down.

“Hey.” You snap and swat his hands away. With everyone gathered you make a show of slowly pulling the jacket zipper down and revealing the shirt you’d chosen. You can tell Uma is the first one to get it, Evie and Ben pick it up right after and you just feel Carlos picking you up and spinning you before Evie tugs his hand laughing about letting Mal and the others figure it out. You pull at the hem of the shirt showing the full design, a ribcage for you with a baby skeleton printed over your stomach.

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The Drivers as obscure emotions

Lewis: Rigor Samsa

n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.

George: Nighthawk

n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

Max: Rückkehrunruhe

n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.

Sergio: Kairosclerosis

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Charles: Énouement

n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real world—who your baby brother would become, what your friends would end up doing, where your choices would lead you, exactly when you’d lose the people you took for granted—which is priceless intel that you instinctively want to share with anybody who hadn’t already made the journey, as if there was some part of you who had volunteered to stay behind, who was still stationed at a forgotten outpost somewhere in the past, still eagerly awaiting news from the front.

Carlos: Keyframe

n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering.

Lando: Monachopsis

n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.

Daniel:Occhiolism

n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.

Lance: Mimeomia

n. the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”

Sebastian: Avenoir

n. the desire that memory could flow backward. We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards: you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way…

Esteban: Altschmerz

n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.

Fernando:Daguerreologue

n. an imaginary interview with an old photo of yourself, an enigmatic figure who still lives in the grainy and color-warped house you grew up in, who may well spend a lot of their day wondering where you are and what you’re doing now, like an old grandma whose kids live far away and don’t call much anymore.

Yuki: Chrysalism

n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.

Pierre: Heartworm

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

Valtteri: Vemödalen

n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.

Guanyu: Adronitis

n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.

Nicholas: Ecstatic Shock

n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.

Alex: Xeno

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

Mick: Jouska

n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head—a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback—which serves as a kind of psychological batting cage where you can connect more deeply with people than in the small ball of everyday life, which is a frustratingly cautious game of change-up pitches, sacrifice bunts, and intentional walks.

[sjnjournal]

Audrey Hepburn being fitted by Hubert de Givenchy for her film Funny Face, 1956. Photographed by David Seymour.

Audrey knew of Givenchy's reputation - she followed fashion with the same intensity that some sports fans devote to baseball. In fact, Hubert had first come to her attention two years earlier, when he was still an apprentice at the house of Schiaparelli, and she was in the South of France filming the light European comedy Monte Carlo Baby.

Her heart raced. Eight years before, in Holland during the war, she had been wearing homemade clothes, and now she was about to enter the rarified world of haute couture, where an embroidered blouse cost $3,000. It was almost too much to imagine.

It was time. Audrey was nervous about meeting Givenchy but forced herself past her fear. She straightened her shoulders and lifted her head, pulling herself up from the base of her spine as learned in ballet class, making herself appear taller than her five foot seven inches. A doorman pushed open the heavy glass door to the atelier. "Mademoiselle?" Roman Holiday would not be released in America for a month, so Audrey could walk the streets of Paris - or anywhere, for that matter - unrecognized. She smiled at the doorman and stepped inside. The air was hushed, calm with the fragrance of full-blown white lilies. Surely nothing bad could ever happen there.

'I'm here to see Monsieur Givenchy, please."

"Qui, Mademoiselle," the doorman said, and motioned for her to go upstairs. With a short skip, Audrey took the steps two at a time.

Darting up the marble stairs, Audrey had no way of knowing that this seemingly fated fashion meeting with Givenchy almost didn't take place. At first she had considered Cristobal Balenciaga to design her French costumes for Sabrina, but no one, least of all Gladys de Segonzac, married to the head of Paramount's Paris office, who arranged Audrey's trip to Paris, had the audacity to disturb him close to the showing of his collection. Indeed, the loyalty of Balenciaga's followers was so absolute that Mrs. Paul Mellon took to her bed for two weeks, literally, when he announced he was closing his studio in 1968.

Then, Audrey suggested, what about Hubert de Givenchy? Mme. de Segonzac smiled. An excellent idea! It turned out she was a good friend of Hubert's, and offered to make the introduction. Segonzac then called Givenchy and implored him to meet with the young actress. Although he was rushing to prepare his own collection, Givenchy agreed, "One day, someone told me that Miss Hepburn was coming to Paris to select some clothes for her new film. At the time I had never heard of Audrey Hepburn. I only knew of Katharine Hepburn," he remembers. When introduced to Audrey, Givenchy graciously his his disappointment. "My first impression of her was that she was like a very fragile animal. She had such beautiful eyes and she was so skinny, so thin. . . . And no makeup. She was charming."

- Excerpt from Audrey Style (1999) by Pamela Clarke Keogh

[descendantsramblings]

Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos  and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids 

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white. 

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be. 

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors. 

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual 

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt. 

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay 

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in. 

Still has the beanie,  but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing 

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple) 

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts. 

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns 

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash. 

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid) 

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers. 

Harry 

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it 

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it. 

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy,  he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety 

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver 

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil 

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it. 

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys) 

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it. 

Dizzy 

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans 

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and  statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them) 

Auradon Kids 

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks,  ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest. 

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

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Audrey 

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it. 

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it. 

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as) 

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it 

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it) 

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue) 

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute 

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section) 

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit. 

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring) 

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces. 

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

[telli1206]

flirty prompt: Jaylos with 9, 16, and/or 29?

Thanks for the ask,@irethsune! I answered 9 for@hersilentlanguage already here, so here's a drabble for “stop looking at me like that," and “how can I not look when you’re dressed like that?”

Also, I hope you don't mind if I add a little Halloween twist to it 😉🎃👻😈

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"What?? What is it?"

Carlos bites his lip and looks away, choosing to turn back to the mirror then, instead of being further unnerved by Jay's calculated stare. He stiffens when Jay moves up behind him, his eyes still wide and prominent in the reflection in front of him.

"Y-you...don't like it?"

Carlos looks down to tug at his shirt, white and snug and tied high to expose his navel and lower torso. The jean shorts he's wearing are so tight they practically look painted on his legs, stopping just above the knee but still offering little to no modesty even with the length. The outfit is complete with a pair of simple white Keds.

Jay's mouth is hanging open now, and Carlos suddenly feels an urge to drape his arms across his exposed stomach.

"Stop looking at me like that!"

Jay licks his lips, his eyes shooting up at the worry in Carlos' tone. "Sorry? What's wrong, C?"

Jay looks at him with sincere concern, his gaze softening, and that makes Carlos relax a bit. "You're not- You won't answer me," he mutters, his voice small but stern. "Do you, like, the costume?"

A loud burst of laughter startles Carlos and he stumbles back, falling into Jay's chest.

"Fuck! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

Jay mutters his apology quickly as he turns Carlos in his arms to face him. But his boyfriend is flushed and embarrassed, eyes fixed on the ground instead of Jay.

"It's just...are you being serious, C? Cause that doesn't seem possible."

Jay dips his head down, tilting so that he's facing Carlos and forcing him to look up at Jay.

"Like, if you’re seeing what I see right right now, I don't think you can even ask that! Shit, you look...SO hot."

Carlos quirks a smile, his lips slowly turning up until he has a full-fledged grin. “Oh. So you do like it?”

Jay shakes his head and leans in to kiss Carlos on the nose, prompting a short giggle.

“Hell yes. I don’t know who Baby is, but you’ve gotta be the BEST Baby ever in that.”

Jay smiles when Carlos blushes brightly, turning away for a moment to hide his widening smile. He glances back at Jay and lets his smile slip away, his lips pursed in thought.

“I just...I wasn’t sure. You kept looking at me. A lot. And that was it.”

Jay perks a brow. “Well fuck, C. How can I NOT look when you’re dressed like that?”

He wraps both arms around Carlos’ waist, pulling him in and pressing their bodies together tightly. “You...scrambled my brain, surprisng me like that. How the hell am I supposed to think? I forgot every word I knew the second I saw your ass in those shorts! It should be fuckin’ illegal to look this good.”

Carlos swats at Jay, giggling as he presses a hand to his chest to take a step back.

“So, you like the Dirty Dancing idea? Will you be my Johnny?”

Jay grins and swoops in for a kiss. “How can I say no? I’d be your fucking...King Kong right now if it means you’ll wear that.”

Carlos beams happily and jumps back into Jay’s arms to kiss him over and over.

“Great! I’m so glad you like the idea,” Carlos says when they finally pull apart. “I can’t wait to tell Evie to get started on your costume!”

“Me too,” Jay agrees as he traces his fingers lightly along Carlos’ collar bone. He pauses briefly, his eyes narrowed at Carlos.

“Wait. Exactly...how tight of a costume am I agreeing to, by the way?”

Carlos just smiles.

Send me a flirty prompt!

[suckmyballshoney]

F1 drivers as random stuff my sister did

Lewis : organized a party for the coming out of her trans friend

Valtteri : poured milk in the bowl before the cereals and tried to bite me when I called her out on it

Max : walked the dog with a knife in her pocket to scare the high schoolers that kept asking her for cigarettes

Checo : left notes everywhere in my room to ask for a burrito while I was right there on my bed

Charles : dressed up hot to get the attention of the cute girl she saw every morning on her way to school

Carlos : worked out for months to be able to open the pickles’ lid with no help

Lando : lost at monopoly and put 3 ton of pepper in my dinner as a revenge

Dan : called me to say she had a crush on a girl in her class and called me hours later to announce she was gay

Seb : helped all her friends go through a hard time and then complained when they called her ‘mom’

Lance : slammed into a lamppost while laughing at me

Esteban : stole one of my fave plushies and denied her act when I found it 10 years later

Fernando : called the younger students babies and then tried to be adopted by them by dressing as a tree for a costume party

Pierre : fought with me for years for my aunt’ massive panda plush

Yuki : tried once to wear heels just to be as tall as her friends (and failed miserably)

Kimi : out drunk all her friends and was the only one with no hangover the next day

Antonio : spent her life trying to have Rapunzel’ hair (and cut them short after coming out)

Mick : took her dog to school during pre exam week to cheer up her friends

George : led a revolution in her class against their software and gave a 5 minute presentation of why it’s shit to her teacher

Nicky : stopped eating nutella and emptied my pot the second she saw it bc she’s addicted

Alex : found a cat on a parking lot and called her Car

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

His Dark Materials - Season 2 Episode 5 (rambles)

I only realized last week, there’s only 7 episodes this series because the eighth would have been the Asriel centric one. So only two left now after tonight! :(

Also I finished the book during the last week so I am so READY

Ahh gotta love that London traffic!

I don’t know why but the Golden Monkey wearing a seatbelt SENT ME

Mrs Coulter is watching the mother and baby :(

Boreal saying that our world is barbaric and our world is corrupt is so accurate tbh I’m not even mad

Will literally just threw the knife into the wall omfg watch it!

Red PAN-da is becoming a permanent fixture in this show apparently

Lyra’s hair was so pretty this episode? Her costume too obviously but her hair had me in awe

The theme music to this show gives me literal chills

Boreal is evil but his house is A-fucking-plus

Okay but how does Ruth Wilson always look so gorgeous and fluid in this show?!?

Her faking nearly dropping one of Boreal’s precious collection pieces and him panicking 😅

Mrs Coulter’s little “hmm” and smile... we love a Queen

“Why are we whispering?” “I don’t know” - LMFAO

“Will, you left the window open” - LMAO and also please don’t do that, that’s like one of the BIG rules about the knife!

“He’s getting good at this” “he is” - we love a supportive feral wild girl and her dæmon

Mrs Coulter looking bored as fuck as Boreal plays his music is such a damn mood

“You’d like it here too” - Umm NO STOP PLEASE SHE DOESNT WANT IT

“Carlo, can you make that stop?” - OMG 🤣

“You’re far too conspicuous like that” - but she’s not??? She just looks like a posh well dressed woman, maybe that’s not common in this world but she looks fine??

Boreal picking out clothes he’s obviously got just for her is... eww. Just ewww.

Her reaction to the jeans/clothes though XD

“Would you mind?” - YEAH BOREAL STOP CREEPING AND FUCK OFF PLEASE

“Maybe it’s time we issue a firm denial of the tear in the sky” BRO IT’S LITERALLY HUGE AND RIGHT THERE YOU CAN’T PRETEND IT AIN’T

Oh shit the Magisterium know about that witches going to the new world + the massacre

MacPhail literally imprisoned Father Graves and for WHAT?! I think the power’s getting to him (which I know it the point but still!)

MRS COULTER SHUT THE DOOR ON HER DÆMON I’M-

Okay so I know it’s been implied/said that Mrs Coulter can go far away from the monkey already, and that they maybe have been through some kind of process that’s made that a thing, but like DAMN.

“I’m sure you’ve encountered witches in your travels” - if I hadn’t already read the books, I would be asking if she IS a witch tbh like omg

This is probably one of the few times I’ll say this but... I feel so sorry for the monkey?? Just him watching her as she leaves from the window... like that’s so sad. I get why she couldn’t exactly walk around with a monkey but urgh

“I apologize if she was a nuisance” “She wasn’t a nuisance!” - Oof you tell her, Mary

“You must be so proud.” “... I am.” - OOF

Mary showing that she’s better fit to be a parent to Lyra than Lyra’s real mother tbh

Damn Marisa disappeared FAST

Mary really googled Mrs Coulter I’m-

“You must play the serpent” “hornbeam” “save the girl and the boy” - IT’S HAPPENING IM GOING TO CRY IM SO EXCITED

The computer turning completely off and the room going dark before going red OH MY GOD

“Oh shut it, Pan” - LMAO

OH NO OH NO ANGELICA FOUND TULLIO AND SHE IS PISSED D:

A+ acting from Bella Ramsay by the way

“We WILL get you” - OH SHIT

The fact that Will feels guilty over fighting and inadvertently getting Tullio attacked by spectres because he has the knife :’(

It’s so sweet to see Lyra and Pan comforting him though

“I’m not judging” - Mary’s sister says while totally judging her for reading the Holy Bible. She probably thinks she’s about to rejoin the convent!

I find the relationship between Marisa and the monkey so interesting?? I’m so intrigued by it

“Do they drink in this world?” “That, they do well.” - LMFAO ACCURATE THOUGH

“I found her arrogant, like many women in this world.” - umm, FUCK you, Boreal you misogynistic sexist piece of shit

So Mrs Coulter was denied a doctorate despite being the best in her class because she’s a woman, and they would only have published her papers if they were by a man. I’m starting to see why she got upset when she met Mary, who’s got her own office and a doctorate and is head of the department/project

“Who I could have been in this world” - oh shIT

The way she started talking about how she felt after the whole affair/baby ordeal, followed by “we’re not talking about Asriel, we’re talking about ME” - FUCK. I love Ruth Wilson’s portrayal, I love it

“You’ve spent your time trading trinkets” - lmfao you tell him ma’am

“Were you hoping to add me to your little collection?” “I was hoping this would be a life for you here” - oh god I hate it, fuck right off Carlo

“If you got me, you wouldn’t even begin to know what to do with me” - oh SHIT :O

Lyra turning up to distract them so Will could have the chance to cut a window and steal the Alethiometer had me on the edge of my seat

Let’s be real right now, the whole last 15 minutes? THE MOST TENSE AND INCREDIBLE PIECE OF TELEVISION ASDFGHJKL

Mrs Coulter’s face when she saw Lyra at the door :’(

Also she nearly saw Will and I was sitting there praying she wouldn’t find him, I was so worried even though I’ve literally just reread the book

So um THE FUCKING MONKEY BASTARD JUMPSCARED ME AND I AUDIBLY YELLED SO LOUDLY HOLY HECK

The way that Lyra saw her mum and immediately tried to run away though, she just keeps trying to yeet herself away from her parents and I honestly don’t blame her at all

Boreal was being truly extra in the way he dropped his snake dæmon out of his sleeve like that whilst advancing on Will

“Why would I trust you?” TRUTH

Coulter saying for Lyra to stay away from Will and getting super teary eyed makes me think she’s worried Lyra will suffer like she did? Like she’s worried that Lyra will suffer at the hands of men and be in the same situation she was I think? And that’s so sad but nuanced

“I am NOTHING like you.”

So Lyra did this little head move like Marisa did in 1x02, when she made the monkey attack Pan to subdue Lyra - AND THEN PAN ATTACKED THE MONKEY JUST LIKE THAT, LITERALLY EXACTLY THE SAME, AND MRS COULTER FALLING TO THE FLOOR AND CLUTCHING THE SOFA LIKE LYRA DID?? AND LYRA WATCHING WITH THIS COLD LOOK ON HER FACE?!

SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A COMPARISON GIFSET BECAUSE IM CRYING

I love Will getting mad at Boreal taunting him over his mum, and immediately starting to punch him

HE SMASHED THAT COLLECTION PIECE ON BOREAL’S HEAD FUCK YEAH WILL 👏🏻

That was a DAMN close escape, holy fuck, but she’s got the Alethiometer back!

“The man who hurt you, I wanted to kill him” - same Lyra

I was so emotional when she was talking about how Marisa used her dæmon to hurt her and Pan, and Will saying that he’s never worried about his mum hurting him... the comparison is so sad

“I hope I’m not like either of my parents” - I mean I don’t blame her tbh

SHE CONSIDERED MA COSTA AND LEE SCORESBY TO BE BETTER PARENT FIGURES TO BE LIKE I’M CRYING

So Mrs Coulter is definitely planning some shit, like she didn’t seem that concerned when Boreal was talking about the Spectres, and like obviously I know what happens but I’ve always been intrigued as to why the Spectres listen to her instead of just attacking her. Also is it something to do with her dæmon? Like if they ARE separated in some way, maybe the Spectres don’t feed on her because it’s Dust or something? (Idk if that makes any sense)

“Deceive the guardian... okay... okay...” honestly same XD

Mary pretending to be Mrs Coulter to get past the guard is such a brilliant idea, like she just ran with it immediately, we have to stan a Queen who keeps a calm head

SHE WENT THROUGH THE WINDOW AND INTO THE CITY AAAAHHHH

The angels said they’d protect her, right? So she doesn’t need to fear the Spectres I’m assuming (I need to assume or I’ll worry)

The promo for next week was literally half what we saw THIS week and half Lee/John Parry footage I’m assuming is next week... ?

The fact there’s only two episodes left makes me so sad :( I have no idea what I’ll do waiting for the final series - and I’m assuming it’ll be delayed maybe because of Covid. Plus I’m hoping we get the extra episode NEXT series, the one that was Asriel-centred and supposed to be in this one but wasn’t filmed because of Coronavirus, so fingers crossed! 🤞

[hamiltonimagines]

Little Pumpkin

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Summary: Anthony and Y/N have planned to wear Halloween costumes and hand out candy to trick or treaters. How will Anthony react when she switches up her costume last minute?

This imagine is a part of my Halloween themed series, you can read the complete series here🎃

Word Count: 1k

“Y/N, the trick or treating is supposed to start soon” Anthony said, walking into the doorway of our kitchen. I was currently frosting some cookies for Anthony and I, for after we handed out candy. We were going to watch Halloween movies and eat a lot of junk food.

Anthony was my boyfriend, we’d been dating for three years. We had finally moved out of our apartment and into our first house. This was the first year that we would actually have trick or treaters coming over. We were pretty exited about it.

I finished the frosting on the last cookie and put them in the fridge. “See, I’m done. There’s no need to rush me” I said, giggling to myself. “You still need to put on your costume” Anthony said.

Anthony had convinced me that we should dress up in matching Halloween costumes. Anthony was dressed up as Danny from Grease. I was dressing up as Sandy, with the poodle skirt and everything.

“Okay, fine I’m going” I said, as I walked into our bedroom to change. I had a surprise for Anthony, that he was completely oblivious to. About a week ago, I had found out that I was pregnant. Then, I happened to see a pregnancy announcement shirt on Amazon. I knew that this was how I had to tell Anthony.

It was a black shirt with a skeleton showing the ribs and the spine. But on the stomach area, it showed a little baby skeleton. I changed into that shirt and took a deep breath. Before I could even turn to leave our room, I heard Anthony come in our room behind me.

“Babe, that’s not the costume we agreed on” he said, only seeing me from the back. I took another breath and turned around. “Why are you wearing a different costume?” Anthony asked. Then, I saw his eyes start to look at the shirt. I could see his mind working to figure out what it meant.

Then, his eyes went really wide. His eyes went up to meet my own. He looked thrilled, shocked, surprised, and ecstatic all in one. “Baby, are you pregnant?” He asked me, walking towards me. I just nodded and tears started to fall on to my cheeks.

Anthony reached out and lightly placed his hand on my stomach. Then instantly, he started tearing up. He looked back up at me. “There’s really a baby in there?” He asked me, his voice soft and delicate. “Yeah, we’re going to have a baby” I told him, smiling.

He cupped my face and leaned in and kissed me. I could feel his tears on my cheeks. It was the most special kiss we had ever shared. I held onto his sides as he kissed me and poured all of his love into the kiss.

We both pulled apart and Anthony rested his forehead on mine. Then Anthony got down on his knees and kissed my stomach. “I can’t believe we’re finally going to parents, I am so excited. You are going to be an amazing mom” Anthony told me. “I love you so much” I said, kissing him lightly again.

“It’s like our own little pumpkin in your stomach” Anthony told me. “Aww, pumpkin is such a cute nickname” I told Anthony, emotionally.

“Alright, now I have to actually get dressed into my costume” I said, giggling to myself. Anthony wiped the tears away from my eyes and left the room to give me some privacy to get dressed. I put on my Sandy outfit and adjusted it in the mirror and then joined Anthony in the living room.

“You are perfect” Anthony told me, and then he kissed my cheek. “Let’s go hand out some candy” I told Anthony, smiling.

“So I was thinking about our baby’s first Halloween costume, we should have them dress up as Scooby Doo, and we can be Fred and Daphne” Anthony told me.

“Awww baby, that’s such a cute idea” I told him, smiling to myself. I could tell that Anthony was going to be an amazing father. He was the most loving person that I had ever met. And I had seen him with like cousins or other family member’s kids and he was just perfect. Kids loved him and he was so good with them.

We grabbed the candy bowl and walked out onto our porch. We sat down in the chairs that we had set out and waited for our first trick or treater.

Then we saw a little boy come running up the stairs onto the porch. His parents came chasing after him. “James slow down” the mom said.

They were dressed as the Incredibles and their son, who was maybe two years old, was dressed as Jack-Jack. “Hi buddy, happy Halloween” Anthony said, handing him some candy. The boy muttered back some version of mumbled “happy Halloween” in baby talk. My heart just about melted.

“I love your guys’ costumes. They’re so cute” I said, and I couldn’t help but get emotional. I quickly wiped away a tear. “I’m sorry, we just found out that I’m pregnant, and we’re already thinking about family Halloween costumes” I told them.

“Oh that’s amazing, congratulations” the mom told me. “What do you think James? Do you like your costume?” Anthony asked the little boy. “Superhero” the boy mumbled. “Yeah that’s right, you are a superhero” his dad told him. “Have a happy Halloween” the mom told us as they walked away.

“He was so sweet and you were so good. You’re amazing with kids” I told Anthony. “You are just as amazing, you always know how to connect with them. You inspire me Y/N” Anthony told me, interlacing one of our hands.

The night was filled with many trick or treaters. Anthony and I were also constantly telling each other, “oh that can be baby’s first Halloween costume”.

One year later, when little Carlos had already been born, we decided to dress up as the Incredibles. We also constantly referred to him as our little pumpkin.

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[stayspookymockingbirdlane]

Have you seen the first look at Lily, Herman and Grandpa from the reboot? Any thoughts?

I'm just so confused about why they decided to give grandpa a mustache???

NO! I almost yelped when I saw this ask! (You know, I'm supposed to get notifications when Rob Zombie posts updates and got nothing about this? What the heck?)

Herman: His design isn't bad. Let's face it, nobody can look like Fred Gwynne, he's too unique! I'm not familiar with his actor Jeff Daniel Phillips beyond him being in those Geico commercials, and that's been awhile. I watched House of a Thousand Corpses a few weeks ago and wondering if I should watch the sequels to get a better grasp on his acting style. Overall, he seems fine, I've seen worse Hermans!

Lily: *sigh* All right, I know a lot of people are upset at this casting even though we ALL saw it comin', so I'm not gonna go at length about how Sheri can honestly never really measure up to Yvonne de Carlo. Yvonne took that role and made Lily an icon. Can Sheri do the same? Well, I didn't think so before I saw HoaTC, and now, I still acknowledge that she lacks Yvonne's talent, but she was honestly pretty funny as cute-but-psycho-before-Harley-Quinn-made-it-popular Baby Firefly, so, hopefully she'll surprise us all. I will say I like Lily's costumes, but I really hope she'll stay in her iconic pastel gown and not wear black when we already have a dozen goth queens in black, and Lily's pale pink dress stood out among them.

Grandpa: I'm even less familiar than Daniel Roebuck than Phillips, but I have to say, aside from the odd choice of giving him a mustache, his design is probably the closest to the original character of these three. Apparently he's in the Firefly trilogy too so I'll look out for him.

So, I'm trying to be optimistic. I have badly wanted the Munsters to get the attention they deserve and something bigger than a made-for-tv movie at last, so in spite of how some of this movie looks, I'm happy to give it a chance.

What does everyone else think?

[all-hail-the-witcher]

How come ballet is sexist?

oh buddy. not only is ballet sexist but it also objectifies and fetishizes women (esp historically) and its also racist. but the racism part is a whole separate essay. 

ive got midterm brain rn so sadly no sources and this might be a little jumbled but my credits for this are that i am a dance and history major.

so back in i think it was like romantic era france? like mid 1800s. ballet was picking up speed. up until this point women were not really allowed in the social sphere it was like disrespectful i guess and they weren't really in the Public Eye but ballet changed that because it allowed women to 1. have a job and 2. be respected and all that shit. 

this seems good. however with most seemingly good things theres a lot of not good things.

there weren't really any female choreographers at this time. some of the more well known ballerinas did go on to choreograph and teach after they were done performing but the works by male choreographers are mainly the surviving ones. men also weren't really in ballets at this time cause it was “dishonorable” (except in denmark) so that created something of a double standard. men also created pointe specifically for women. it wasn't used the same as it was today at first, it was more like a little hat trick where the woman would go up on her toes for a second. and everyone would uwu. but marie taglioni who was a pretty well known ballerina in that era started doing pointe kinda like todays pointe because she was pushed to do so by her father, philipe taglioni, who just essentially wanted to get famous. and he kinda used his daughter for that. 

but anyway. we have men. notably slightly older men. choreographing and training young women ballet dancers. so ballet is pretty rooted in males choreographing for females. so its a mans vision on a womans body. which is not the best thing. 

also. the costumes. as time went on they gradually became more and more revealing but ballet had always been pushing what was socially acceptable in terms of dress. during the romantic era they showed off the girls ankles (ankles!!) with the tutu to show the feet and that was like. scandalous. and that was a males decision to do so. and then they kept shortening the skirt. 

additionally, male choreographers started favoring a specific body type. which is, also not great. they wanted the girls to look kinda long and twiggy and almost “alien” so the point where it became a trend to want to look like that. and today you still see choreographers favoring certain body types (very skinny, no breasts, lean muscles) to the point where a lot of the choreography can be a lot more difficult if you dont Have that body type. 

so eventually people started objectifying the more famous female ballet dancers, like there was a thing called “tagliomania” where everyone uwued the fuck over marie taglioni. some people in russia actually ate her pointe shoe. it was very similar to the way that celebrities today are ripped apart and judged on every little thing and their bodies are objectified and stuff. 

and then as the years went on all that stayed with ballet. its always been these like middle aged men training and choreographing on these very young girls. many ballet dancers today start as young as 16/17 and retire around 30 while its common for most choreographers and teachers to start at 30. every big ballet choreographer had their favorites and a lot of the time their other dancers would look as close to that person as possible. balanchine literally preferred training younger girls (with his famous baby ballerinas being between 12 and 14 when they were performing nationally with the ballet russes de monte carlo which gets into the whole fetishization thing) 

also think of all the big name ballets. how many of them have been choreographed by women? not many, if any. its acceptable for the women to portray the mans vision but its not acceptable for women to choreograph their own stuff and when they do they are usually met with backlash. 

and then theres just class in general. i take it most of you have never been to a ballet class but there is a lot of touching. the teachers will come over and move your body around to correct you. and youre usually only wearing a leotard and tights. male and female teachers do this to all of their students. and its not always like, just touch your arm or something like sometimes their hands will be on your ass or your chest or your inner leg. same goes for choreography. i was partnering with a guy once and i had to essentially have my face on his crotch for a few seconds. he was excited about that. it was weird. 

and also like. you dont really have a say in not doing that stuff cause. if you won't theres 10 people willing to take your place. so dance very quickly strips you of your modesty. i dont find it weird cause ive been doing it since i was 3 and have become pretty desensitized but. 

and then theres just movements in general. female ballet dancers are expected to be good at turns mainly and pointe. my body is not built for that. i am much better at jumps. but since i go to class with mostly girls we work more on turns than jumps. sometimes if there are combined classes with males and females they will make the males do separate jumping combinations that the girls are not allowed to do. i want to do big fun jumps :/

so anyway theres a lot of issues with ballet. its very elitist, very sexist and there body objectification and fetishization. im sorry i couldn't go into more detail for you right now but i have a paper to finish