#what if i cant wear anything costume like

[draxgon]

Made a louise belcher costume thats work appropriate to wear to work and my social anxiety is getting to me

[misspickman]

Put cassie next to yara, donna and diana and tell me it isnt just sad

[imjustexistingtbh]

im so freaking pissed with the disability resource center at my school JESUS CHRIST

[miupow]

한지성 ─── 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔 , 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 !

you have a little christmas surprise for your boyfriend...

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴。。。han jisung x fem!reader 𝗴。⧼ 🔖 ⧽ ⸝⸝ smut, pwp

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 。。。lingerie kink・est. relationship・lap dance・bondage・sensory deprivation・blindfolds・dirty talk・sub!jisung・begging・dry humping・cumming in pants・degredation kink・praise kink ⸝⸝ ‎ 𝘄𝗰。1. 2 k | 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆。

♬ santa, baby ��� laufey

notes from lia。happy early skzhop hiptape release!!! so excited for it's drop at midnight teehee <33 to celebrate here's a lul xmas drabble with jisung!! this was based off of an idea given to me by @sheerfreesia007 ... thank u so much for infecting my mind with this i love u so much

“come on babe, take this stupid blindfold off! I wanna see you!”

“Shh, be patient, Ji!” you giggle, adjusting your grip on the bathrobe as you bend over to turn up the volume on your speaker. “I told you it’s a surprise— be a good boy now, okay?”

Jisung whines at your words, squirming restlessly; truthfully you’ve given him no opportunity to be anything other than patient, with his wrists and ankles tied to the arms and legs of one of your dining room chairs with sparkly holiday ribbon. They were thin and flimsy, and jisung could most likely break out of them with ease, but you were certain your boyfriend loves to be played with far too much to even consider the possibility.

Soft music fills the room as you turn to face him, a sultry rendition of santa, baby that made jisung sit up a little straighter in his chair. Slowly, you make your way over to him, intent to put on a show even if he couldn’t see it quite yet— your hips swing from side to side to the rhythm of the music, sliding a teasing hand up and down jisung’s sweater-clad chest as you circle around his chair. His breath hitches beautifully, his head lolling back to let you ghost your fingers over the curve of his adam’s apple.

…I’ve been an awful good girl, santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…

With a flourish you kick your leg over jisung’s lap, seating yourself perfectly against the swiftly growing bulge in his pants. You can’t help but grind your clit against his fly, the sensation far too much and not enough all at once— jisung whimpers pathetically in your ear, clued in on the fact you were wearing only flimsy panties underneath that robe of yours. Achingly slowly, you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders down to the floor. It pools in a heap at jisung’s bound feet, leaving you bare except for the “surprise” you had prepared for his Christmas gift.

“let me see you…” jisung begs quietly, tugging weakly at his restraints. the pout on his plump lips is just too cute, you can’t help but coo.

…Santa, baby, a ’54 convertible too, light blue… I’ll wait up for you dear

You can’t keep denying him any longer, for both his sake and yours— you peel the red silk blindfold from jisung’s eyes, tossing it haphazardly to the floor along with your robe. He blinks a few time to adjust to the light, his heady gaze falling onto you when his eyes finally open.

“oh fuck…” jisung sighs, his brown puppy eyes widening as they trail down your body, soaking in your outfit… or what could barely be considered one.

…Next year I’ll be just as good, if you’ll check off my Christmas list…

You were dressed in a skimpy santa costume, barely enough fabric covering you to be anything more than lingerie. Your little fuzzy skirt did nothing to cover your sparkly red thong, your ass out and your weeping cunt perfectly visible through the sheer material.  Jisung gulps heavily, his adam’s apple bobbing, shifting and squirming and fighting his restraints in a desperate attempt to touch you. he cants his hips up off the chair, the bulge of his hardening cock grinding against your swollen clit. The barely-there pleasure makes you moan lowly, your gloved hands sliding up your bare torso to squeeze at your bikini clad tits— exactly what you know jisung wants to do himself, his pretty lips falling open as he watches your movements in erotic rapture.

…santa, cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex, and checks… sign your x on the line…

“you look so sexy, baby, fuck!” jisung warbles, his hips continuing to move on their own, building a delicious rhythm that makes you both pant and whimper. “wanna touch you so bad, holy shit, please let me touch you—”

“nuh uh~!” you chide, wagging your finger in front of his face with an evil giggle. “I said be a good boy, remember? If you stay perfectly still for me maybe I’ll untie you…”

You plant your heeled feet on the floor for better leverage, bouncing and grinding in his lap as your hands move from your tits down to his belt buckle. Your own patience is running thin, your cunt throbbing with need and wetting jisung’s lap, but teasing him is just too much fun; you make no real movements to unbuckle his belt, only sliding your fingertips across the leather to dip beneath his waistband. Jisung’s hips buck wildly when you begin to caress the warm bare skin of his hipbones, nearly toppling you over onto the floor. Your santa hat begins to slide off your head, so you grab it and tug in onto jisung’s head instead. He looks so cute like that, peeking up at you so sinfully from underneath that goofy floppy hat.

…come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at tiffany’s…

Finally, you pull his belt free from his belt loops, letting it fall aside with a metallic clink. his cock strains obscenely in his boxers when you pop the button open and tug the zipper down, a wet spot clearly visible where his head was trapped in the fabric. Jisung whimpers lowly when you retract your hands back to his shoulders, leaving him untouched and desperate.

“come on…” jisung whines through grit teeth, his chest heaving and his covered cock throbbing. “fuck me, baby, please…”

Santa, baby, I forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don’t mean on the phone…

“can’t hear you over this music, sungie. You’re gonna have to beg better than that!”

You grind against him harder, faster, making jisung choke and splutter—his thighs shake underneath your weight, a telling sign that he’s close to coming. It surprises you a little, him getting so close to the edge from hardly anything at all, your pussy pulsing with need and excitement. You need to see him cum in his pants. If this is his gift for the holiday season, that would be yours.

"baby-- fuck, fuck, I--" jisung can hardly string together a sentence, his eyes unfocused and hazy. "p-please! please, baby, please, please, please--"

“oh my god, ji, are you gonna cum?” you jeer, a wicked smile spreading across your ruby red lips. “I’m barely even touching you! you’re so cute, sungie, cumming in your pants like a teenager just from some grinding…”

“i—I--!” jisung stutters, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth stuck open in a permanent moan. He shakes his head rigorously, like he’s begging you to reconsider, but you’ve already made up your mind.

“go ahead and cum, ji! If you cum I’ll untie you, okay? And then I’ll fuck you, since you’ve been such a good boy for me—!”

Jisung is just too easy, you know him and his body far too well for him to fight back— he cums with a broken cry, sticky hot cum staining his boxers and mixing with the copious amounts of slick that gushed from your needy pussy. You help him ride through his climax with your hand tangled in his dark messy hair, knocking the santa hat aside as you tug at the strands. his moans turn high-pitched and shameless, his body shaking and twitching underneath you as his cock spurts out his last few ropes of cum.

“nasty boy,” you coo to him, staining his jawline and neck with red lipstick marks, “ready for more? This is just part of your present~”

Hurry, hurry, my santa, baby!

[sydneymykah]

☆MY FASHION ICONS☆

How to turn influence into originality

I think everyone should have at least 2 - 3 different fashion icons. Whether it's an artist, model, designer, fictional character or even cartoon. It's these influences that can help build upon your own fashion sense and style. Relating and gravitating towards certain people can help us decide how we want to present ourselves to the world. Help us find our inner confidence shine through to the physical. Taking bits and pieces from other influences to make something completely your own.

This post is in three sections

1. How finding your influences can help you find your style

2. My icons and their style

3. How I use their influence to find my own original style

(Also I use fashion icon and style icon interchangeably. The basis is just someone who’s fashionable and has a style you feel inspired by)

Lets get into it

FINDING INFLUENCE

Maybe you watched a movie when you were younger and a character dawned an outfit that has stuck with you forever. A specific show or movie has stayed with you simply because of the fashion alone. You discovered that you would give anything to dress like the people you grew up seeing on your screens. To a celebrity's iconic street style or a characters impeccable fashion choices. What we naturally gravitate towards is what inevitably ends up being our main influence. Knowing what we are inspired by helps us figure out how we want to represent ourselves. Today I'm focusing on fashion and style.

If you're someone who wants to figure out what inspires you I'd suggest to go explore all genres of films and tv. Regardless the decade I bet you, you will find a movie or show that resonates with you in terms of fashion/style and aesthetics. Pinterest of course is also an amazing place to look for inspo. Especially if you already have an idea of what you want but need expanding upon it. Environment also affects inspiration. I've seen people's style and how they express themselves completely change because they moved abroad or just simply to a new city. I hope people who read this who are in an environment who cant express themselves the way they want are able to find a place for them someday. If you cant find an environment physically, I'd suggest finding one online. Twitter communities, Tumblr and discord servers pertaining to your interests can help you extremely.

Now, people might struggle to take what inspires them and make something of their own without looking like a straight up carbon copy. Not knowing how to build a style and not look like they're wearing a costume. What I've found to be helpful is to start off by noticing patterns with how your influences dress. If one is a celebrity you can probably find interviews of them talking about the style you're trying to implicate. If it's a character(s) there's a high chance there are YouTube videos and even tiktoks dissecting their style. The best part about this is that you can pick and choose what you like and what you want to try out.

That is also how you eventually find your own style through influence. You have to do things through trial and error. I know that makes people wince because they don't want to look ridiculous but it's true. The main thing you need is confidence. And if you don’t have that fake it till you make it sis. I can think of many people and celebrities who started off one way and evolved into the icons they are today. To people like Rihanna, Bella Hadid, and Sabrina Carpenter. Even with them you can see what influences their style. Rihanna (who has gone through many fashion phases) once being very heavily influenced by 80's UK British punk rock style and Americana. Bella recently being influenced by vaquero and cowgirl chic fashion because of her current cowboy boyfriend Adan Banuelos. Sabrina being very influenced by baby doll aesthetics, lingerie, and 60's style of clothing. You can see with all of their influences they're able to make it theirs. Of course they have stylists to help them(not to take away from their own creativeness) but you can still find ways to help yourself.

Even I am in the trial and error stage. Finding out what I like and what my current influences wear that I want to try too. What helps me is making mood boards and finding pieces that look similar to the ones my inspirations wear. It’s important to note that just buying statement pieces won’t help you build style because it’s harder to create different outfits with them. Basics are VITAL. So don’t overlook them when dissecting your influences. Let me show you how I dissect the patterns and fashion sense my fashion icons have and how I use these as blueprints in figuring out how I want to style myself.

MY ICONS

FRAN FINE

Played by the fabulous Fran Dresher, Fran Fine was the main character in the extremely popular and iconic sitcom of the 90's "The Nanny". Fran being a flashy girl from Flushing Queens who stumbles into a nanny job taking care of rich bachelor Maxwell Sheffield's three kids. The shows main plot is the will they won't they dynamic between Fran and Mr. Sheffield and how unconventional of a nanny Fran is.

Her unconventional yet charming nature reflects in her many iconic outfits. Many pieces being traditionally sophisticated like blazers and turtlenecks are made more flirty and tempting with mini skirts. Frans style didn't shy away from any sort of color, texture or pattern. Wearing things that range from a brick pantsuit, a rainbow sequined strap dress, tiger print blazer and mini skirt set, many bright colored fur coats, and full vinyl and leather matching sets. Her main inspo to her fashion seems to take from 60’s and mod fashion trends. Especially with her big hair and headbands being her main choice of accessory.

Frans typical silhouette would consist of some sort of turtleneck or vest. If she wore a vest it'd usually would have some sort of blouse underneath (collared or another turtleneck). Her bottoms would either be fitted pants, a mini skirt, or a mini dress. Frans signature shoe was a classic pump heel and would usually wear some sort of stocking or tights with them. (usually black) Occasionally she'd switch out the pumps for a boot that would either be reminiscent of 60's mod or just a regular heeled boot. Fran loved a matching set so typically her skirts would usually match her jackets. Her jackets typically being cropped or regular sized blazers. A lot of them being fur trimmed.

CHER

Cher is a famous musician, actress and Tv host. She was the IT girl of the 70's deemed " Goddess of Pop" and was known muse for the incredible Bob Mackie, one of my favorite fashion designers.

Cher was known for her impeccable and ground breaking style. She was unique and was never afraid to dress outside the box. Proudly showing off her stomach and wearing very risqué mesh outfits. Cher's approach to fashion was like a hybrid of bohemian, Disco and old Hollywood glamour. The main thing I think of when it comes to Cher is how she was almost always decked out in sequins and diamonds. Forever sparkling and shining in the cameras. Looking like a colorful disco ball. Cher was also known to not shy away from feathers, furs, and metallics. Considering she can technically be considered a showgirl and had her own popular show filled with musical numbers it makes sense for her to wear that sort of fashion.

Cher's classic silhouette was usually some sort of form fitting, skin showing dress or two piece. She would start off covered in some sort of shawl or jacket that was usually fur or covered in feathers. Then she would reveal her outfit. Typically the outfit would show some a lot of skin, usually her stomach, chest and arms. She was almost aways wearing cross body dresses and tops. a top that would wrap around Chers chest but still show off her core and arms. If Cher wasn't wearing a dress with this type of top she was wearing flared disco pants/Bell bottoms. Similar to Fran, Cher never strayed from interesting patterns and designs. Both very flashy and fashion forward women who knew how to light up a room with just their style alone.

JEM

Jem, from the 80’s cartoon "Jem and the Holograms" is the lead singer of her pop rock band of the same name. Not only that but she’s also secretly Jerrica Benton, the groups manager and owner of her late father's record label starlight music. Jem's 80's fashion can only be described as truly outrageous along with her big pink hair.

Jem of the Holograms was a unique show not only for its premise but because the main cast almost always had a new outfit every episode. Jem didn’t have a consistent silhouette but her outfits were adjacent or the inverse to her alter self. Jerrica being more conservative and covered while jem was more flashy and glamourous. Like a rock star should. One thing consistent with jem were her colors. Pink being her iconic color along with purple, light blue, fuchsia, and yellow.

Jem wore everything from pant suits, bodycon dresses, ball gowns, evening gowns, trench coats, matching sets, and bodysuits. All with 80’s trends like shoulder pads, fingerless gloves, popped collars, patterns like polka dots, layered necklaces, and mini skirts (one reminiscent of tutus artists like Cyndi Lauper and Madonna would wear) The one accessory that stays consistent with her is her gem star earrings and if you notice in the show are the bands symbol. In many of her outfits she dawns a star shape or pattern

*Note that not just Jem inspires my fashion tastes in the show but other characters as well. The other person inspiring me second to her is her antagonist Pizzazz who I've opted as my alter ego. especially considering Jem wears pink and Pizzazz wears green, (opposite colors)

CREATING YOUR OWN STYLE

If it’s not obvious based off the three examples I gave, I like dressing like the brightest thing in the room. The star. The showgirl. The main character of you will. I like to be dressed up even if I’m the only one doing so. So naturally I gravitate to people (or characters) who dress like that. Showgirls like Lola Falana and Josephine Baker inspire me too. Now what I do is take the inspirations and make a mood board. You might've seen my "The Vibe I Bring to the Function" post. That is one example. I've created many moldboards of the type of style I want to have. By taking those influences I notice the similarities between them then make a base line. Here's what I've noticed with mine:

Sequins and rhinestones

Feathers and fur

Leather/Vinyl

Figure hugging

Skin showing

Bodysuits

Turtlenecks

Fitted Blazers/Suits

Flared pants/Bell Bottoms

Matching skirt/pants and jacket sets

Animal Print

Bold Prints/Patterns

Cross body/Halter tops

Bold and bright colors

Then I take this andattribute it to what I know looks good on me. Like certain accessories. for example headbands and bamboo hoops (usually in gold). Speaking of you should also learn your colors. Coincidentally Jems colors are actually some of mine. Especially the color pink. But like I said above trial and error is how you soon figure out what works for you and what doesn't. I used to have a romper body suit once that was baggy with spaghetti straps. The pants were hemmed with elastic so it looked like sweatpants… That's when I realized that if I wanna wear a bodysuit it looks better if its form fitting and flared at the leg lol. Asking people what looks good on you helps a lot too. A lot of the stuff I figured out looks good on me is because I consulted some good friends. When it comes to my environment I'm in an astrology discord chat with some close friends and long story short I'm associated with peacocks so I consider that into my style as well. I'm also from the south so southern inspired outfits also intrigue me. I take this all and experiment with it. I currently have a bunch of animal prints in my close to a peacock corset to an orange velvet bellbottoms. This is only the beginning.

At the end of it all it comes down to experimenting, finding what looks good and realizing that what you gravitate towards. Learning to style yourself is as easy as looking up the basics on YouTube and building on from there. Your icons in fashion will help you get to the direction you want and one day you’ll see how much you’ve developed.

Also ALWAYS remember that you’re in charge here. You can change whenever and whatever you want. You don’t have to find your style and stick with it forever. Like I mentioned before Rihanna has been through multiple different fashion phases, we’re seeing the same with Doja cat as well. Your influences now can be completely different later. Whether it’s your environment or tastes that change. Whatever you find in life that influences you. So today I might be dressing like a 70's showgirl the next a man-eater vampire. Still me at the end of the day. And whoever your icons are, or whatever your inspired by at the end of it all should be reflection of how you want to express yourself.

✧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Xoxo, Sydney Mykah -☆

[sturnstars5]

mask- matt sturniolo

ghostface!matt x fem!reader

you find out the murders of many people in your town are caused by the person you trust the most…

warnings: smut, p n v, swearing, mentions of mur!der, friends to lovers, dom!matt and sub!reader, mentions of wea!pons, mentions of kill!ng people, subtle fluff, resolved angst

i hope you guys like this!! sorry it’s a bit long!

happy kinktober:)

“yesterday, tyler alexander was found unconscious in the woods. tyler was found lying in a pile of leaves, beside a blood covered knife and oddly enough, an oddly shaped mask. he was later pronounced dead in the los angeles county hospital.” you hear the news reporter say.

“damn, that’s so sad. i cant believe this! he was just fine at that party friday night.” you say, shaking your head.

your best friend of many years, matt, is sitting quietly beside you sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the tv.

“matt?” you say, nudging him.

“oh, uh, yeah that’s really weird.” he says nervously, like he’s hiding something.

“yeah. what’s even crazier is that his friend mike was found dead with a knife in him two days before! i saw him a few weeks before it happened, i wonder who he pissed off that time.” you say.

“well he was an asshole so he kinda deserved it. he couldn’t stay with one girl to save his life.” matt says bitterly.

“ i mean you’re not wrong.” you chuckle, ignoring the hidden anger in matt’s voice.

“anyways, are you going to the costume party at tara’s tomorrow? it’s gonna be lit.” you ask matt.

“yeah, but i’m not gonna tell you who i am. you’ll have to guess!” he says, smiling and shoving your shoulder.

“okay, well i’m gonna be a witch.” you say.

“such a basic choice, why not be an inflatable cow or a pirate or somethin fun?”

“shut up matt!” you shove him.

———————————————————————————

saturday

you walk up to tara’s house as she welcomes you inside.

“fuck, y/n, you look so pretty tonight!” tara says, obviously already drunk.

and she wasn’t wrong. you were wearing a super short black minidress that had a glittery and ruffly skirt. you had on black fishnets and black knee high boots, and you carried a broom and wore a glittery black hat.

you weren’t exactly the most modest one either.

as you walked in, all eyes, especially the men’s were on you. you scanned the crowded room for matt, but you didn’t see him anywhere. you only saw your friends as they waved you over to come talk.

“hey guys, i’ll be right back, im gonna go get a drink!” you say as you walk over to the kitchen island.

you accidentally bump into a guy in a dark cloak and a white mask. he was pretty tall, and he had a knife tucked in one of the folds of his cloak.

“hey sorry, nice costume!” you say. he doesn’t say anything back, instead just looking at you then walking away.

you get something to drink as a guy in a pirate costume starts to talk to you.

“hey beautiful.” he says, clearly intoxicated.

“hey. nice costume.” you reply.

“right back at ya, you look stunning.”

you feel yourself blush, even though you aren’t really attracted to this guy.

as you two talk, you see the guy in the mask again. even though his eyes are covered by the darkness inside of the mask, you can feel his stare piercing you. he almost looks like he’s radiating anger and jealousy.

he walks over to the two of you, and you see something in the guy’s hand. it almost looks like a knife.

“come with me.” he says, taking the guy you were talking to away from you.

the guy in the mask seems like he’s really into his costume, and you begin to grow worried.

you discreetly follow them, wondering what the hell the guy in the mask was doing. you go outside, and follow the guy in the mask into the woods.

you hear the guy in the pirate costume finally speak. “hey, why are we out here? it’s cold and i’m hung-“

his sentence is cut off by loud shrieks of pain and the sound of a knife ripping through flesh and hitting bones.

“what the fuck are you doing, he didn’t do anything!” you yell at the man in the mask. you know that was probably the worst decision you could’ve made but you didn’t care right now.

“stop!” you say, trying to pull the man in the mask away from his victim.

you grab the man in the mask by the front of his cloak on his head, pulling it back. it reveals perfectly placed brunette locks in a shorter fluffy cut.

he’s still stabbing his victim, so you figure the only way to stop him is by pulling his mask.

you pull back the mask, revealing icy blue eyes, and a menacing smile. he stops stabbing the guy who is far dead by now, and he looks up at you.

the color drains from both of your faces, the pure evil in his face turns to guilt.

“matt?” is all you can voice out, just above a whisper.

“y/n, i swear, it isn’t what it looks like!”

“well then tell me matt, how do you plan on justifying stabbing this poor guy to death! i mean really, what could he have possibly done to make you do this?”

“ ‘cause he was flirting with you, alright? and i got jealous.”

“you did this all because you were jealous, matt?”

“yes, okay? why do you think tyler, mike, and all those other guys just magically disappeared?”

“they were just friends matt.”

“but they were all shitty people. i was trying to save you because i love you y/n!”

“matt, i-i love you too, but this is unreasonable. i mean, you could go to prison for life, and then some!”

“i got away with the rest so it’s fine.”

you guy’s conversation is broken when matt smashes his lips against yours. it feels so right.

he takes his cloak off, revealing just himself and his boxers.

he pushes you against a tree, supporting you with his hands on your ass.

“mm-matt, this feels so wrong.” you say in between kisses.

“no it doesn’t sweetheart, just forget about them. focus on me.” he says.

he pushes your skirt up, sliding your panties to the side. he then takes his hard dick out of the boxers, sliding it over your wet folds.

matt nudges just the tip in, and you already feel so full.

“oh, matt!” you moan.

“mm, you feel s’good for me baby. so wet and tight.”

his words turn you on even more as you bounce on his dick quicker. even in the fog of lust clouding your brain, you’re nervous that someone might come out and see you and matt.

but you don’t care, it feels so good.

matt goes faster and sloppier, making you realize he is about to come.

“y/n, i can’t hold it in much longer.”

“me neither.”

“come for me baby.”

you do just as he says, releasing your juices just as he releases his. his warm wetness coating your walls.

“so, what do ya say we leave this party and go to my place?” matt asks, cleaning you up with a piece of his cloak.

“sure, just don’t kill anyone on the way there.”

i hope you liked!!

[mewhenimanangel]

bunny ᕱ⑅ᕱ | geto suguru, gojo satoru

— synopsis. you and shoko go out to gojo and geto’s halloween party. it becomes so much more than you thought it’d be

༉‧₊˚. content!: au - college, halloween party, alcohol, drunken sex, making out, neck kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f+m! recieving), vaginal penetration, praise, biting kink, aftercare

— ⊱☆⊰ word count: 2.7k

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: this was originally going to be a gojo fic but i got carried away

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you blended your blush as you downed a second shot. shoko got dressed in her girlified patrick bateman costume, a cigarette sat on her lips while she looked for her lighter.

you were getting ready for a halloween party gojo's frat was throwing. you were going as a sexy bunny - dressed in tiny white bloomers with a fluffy bunny tail on the back, a white tube top, boots, and a headband with bunny ears.

"want a shot?" you asked her as you poured your third. "isn't that like your fourth one? and then you're still gonna drink at the party" she playfully scolded you. "says the nic addict" you joked. "fair" she rolled her eyes. "we should get going" you said, checking the time.

"you're not gonna be cold?" she asked you as she put on her costume's jacket. "it's like a five minute walk i think i should be fine." you shrugged, putting your purse on your shoulder.

you closed your dorm door behind you and excitedly made your way out.

you immediately regret your decision on no jacket when a cold breeze blew over you making you shiver. "that's what your ass gets" shoko giggled. you scoffed, hugging yourself warm.

you were outside and the music was blaring, people were spread out on the lawn. inside, the party was packed full of people in various costumes, drinks in hand, dancing, and singing. a few people here are there were smoking. people were playing drinking games and taking pictures. the lights were off and the room was decorated with colorful led lights, halloween decorations, and buckets of candy scattered around the room.

you held onto shoko's hand and made your way to the kitchen where drinks, food, and snacks were laid out. everything seemed so planned and organized you knew there was no way gojo and geto were in charge.

you poured yourself a drink and shoko grabbed a brownie from the tray. "hey ladies you made it!" you heard gojo's voice from behind you. you turned around to find gojo and geto dressed in tuxes with sunglasses on. "hm and what are you two supposed to be?" shoko asked, lighting a cigarette and passing one to geto.

"men in black duh" gojo crossed his arms. "and what are you supposed to be y/n, i see the bunny ears but you're hardly wearing any clothes" gojo eyed you with a smirk on his face. geto put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side hug. "lay off satoru, i think she looks nice" he smiled.

you've known the guys for a while, being introduced to them by shoko a few years ago in highschool. you considered them your friends, although you did find gojo a pain in the ass, and were particularly attracted to suguru. they were flirty with you, geto not as much as gojo but you never really thought it meant anything.

"i cant argue with that suguru." "lace too? sexy" gojo bit his bottom lip, playing with the hem of your shorts.

"i have to assume you guys didn't set this up yourselves?" you asked, downing your drink. "of course they didn't, i did most of the work" utahime scoffed, coming up behind the guys. she was dressed in brown top with overalls and cowboy boots, a cowboy hat atop her black hair that was braided in two pigtails. "oh of course" you nodded, not expecting much from them.

"these are really good by the way" shoko told her. "kento made them actually" she said.

"hey guys!" itadori came up behind you guys with megumi and nobara. "yuujii, what are you guys doing here?" you moved to hug the group. yuuji was dressed as a firefighter, megumi as edward scissorhands, and nobara a spy. "yeah isn't it like past your bedtime?" shoko joked. "i told them they could come." gojo shrugged.

"gojo you invited kids?!" utahime deadpanned. "yeah but they're cool" he smiled, throwing his arm around megumi. "oh but they're just babies" you squeezed yuuji's cheek. "have fun but i swear to god, no drugs and no alcohol." you stuck a stern finger out at them.

"aw y/n loosen up" gojo held your shoulders. "let them have some fun, you know how stressful tech is" he added, going up to the group. he turned them around and pushed them out of the kitchen "have fun guys, just don't get too crazy!" he yelled after them.

you spent with shoko and utahime, taking pictures, drinking, and dancing. haibara occasionally danced with you guys and you tried your best to keep an eye on the three teens before gojo eventually drove them home, each with their own big bag of candy.

at this point, the alcohol had taken over your body giving you a high. you were whining your waist and grinding on anyone and everyone, just wanting to have fun tonight.

"i'm gonna go get another drink" you told shoko and she nodded. you went into the kitchen to pour another bottle and grab a drink from their fridge to mix with it when suguru walked in. "hey pretty girl, was looking for you" he came up and leaned on the counter next to you.

"mm why's that?" you smiled, sipping your drink. "just wanted to see my favorite girl" he smirked, his hand grazed your thigh as you stood in front of him. "you're real touchy lately" you gave him a look. "just wanna feel you" he chewed his bottom lip.

even though they've always been flirty, geto's always been the more subtle one. and something about being alone, the alcohol flowing through your body, the slight faded look in suguru's eyes and his hand on you felt like so much more than harmless flirting.

"what?" you said, pressing your lips into an awkward smirk. you topped off your drink and put the cup down. geto's eyes flicked down to the drop on your lip and he moved his thumb to wipe it off.

"jeez, sugu. you look like you wanna kiss me" you joked. “maybe i do" his thumb stayed pressed on your plush lip. "do you want me to kiss you y/n" he asked, standing straight. you looked up at him and nod your head.

you leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling away to look at him. "wanted to do this for so fucking long" he hastily kissed you back, hand laying on the side of your neck while the other held your waist.

your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. his tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips moved in sync, your lipstick smudging at the sides of his mouth.

"woah!" you heard from behind you. you pulled away and turned to see who it was. "sorry guys, left my phone in here" haibara awkwardly chuckled before walking away.

you turned back to geto, you and him chuckling. "can we go to your room?" you asked him, hand playing with his hair. "you sure you want to?" you bit the bottom of your lip and nod your head before he interlocked your hand in his and guided you to the stairs.

you stepped behind him into his room, unzipping and stepping out of your shoes. his room was neat and organized which was nothing unexpected from him.

you rest your purse on his desk and leaned up to kiss him again. his hands moved through your hair, thumb caressing your cheek.

he let go of your mouth to kiss and suck at the pulse points in your neck, making you sigh with pleasure. you bit your lips at the feeling of his lips sucking when you felt him lightly bite your shoulder eliciting a moan from you. "you're into biting huh?" he smirked.

you undid the buttons on his tux jacket easing it off his broad shoulders. you latched your lips onto his neck returning the favor with a stronger bite. "not necessarily but you seem to be" you smirked back, feeling his dick grow hard against your thigh.

he kissed you again, this time more rushed and needy. you pressed your hands against his chest while his hands roamed your body playing with the hem of your shirt. "if you want it off take it off" you whispered.

he was quick to follow instructions pulling the top over your head allowing your tits to fall free. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, silently telling him to play with it. "you're so fucking beautiful" he whispered.

he squeezed it in his hand, twisting and playing with the small bud between his fingers. he lift your boob to his mouth sucking and moving his tongue over your nipple. you whimpered at the sensation as your hand tangled through his hair, bun finally falling free.

he moved you to his bed and laid you down. his hands hold onto your thighs, they're large and controlling but so soft against the plush of your skin. he pulled your shorts down tossing them to land somewhere on his bedroom floor.

he pressed his thumb at the crotch of your panties and your mouth parted at the pleasure places on your clit. "jesus babe you're soaking, we haven't even done much" he teased you. "please sugu, want you to make me feel good." you pleaded.

"of course baby, spread your legs for me" he pulled down your panties and massaged your clit with his thumb. he moved down on his knees and came face to face with your cunt.

his lips latched onto your pussy ripping a gasp from your throat. "fuck" you sighed, moving your hands to his hair.

his tongue worked over your cunt, pointing when it moved over your clit and flatting when he sucked at your folds. his hand held onto your hip while the other played with your bundle of nerves.

your moans were like music to his ears and you noticed him grinding his hard-on into the side of the bed.

the suction of his lips combined with the licking of his tongue was driving you crazy. "fuck sugu, feels so good" you whimpered. your hand got lost in his hair while the other squeezed at his pillow. his mouth is rough and needy for every part of you.

his fingers ease past your entrance, curling in your core. the feeling of his tongue and lips on you and his fingers stretching you out was mindnumbing and your moans grew louder.

"you taste fucking amazing pretty girl" the vibrations of his words felt heavenly against your walls. "don't stop sugu m'gonna cum" you whined, voice light.

he looked up in your eyes as a go ahead and the tension in your lower stomach eased as you came onto his tongue. he lapped at your cunt and pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to your lips. "taste yourself pretty girl" he smiled watching as you brought his fingers into your mouth and your tongue swirled around them.

"you're still wearing clothes" you frowned, kneeling on the bed to unbutton his shirt. he loosened his tie and threw it somewhere before pulling his shirt off.

you ogled his incredibly toned torso rubbing your hand over his abs. "jesus sugu, you been hiding all this?" "cant believe you've been hiding all this" he said, hands grazing the contours of your curves.

he continued letting you undress him, sharply inhaling when you grabbed his dick through his boxers. your eyebrows raised in excitement at how hard and heavy he felt in your hand. "you were pretty tight baby you sure you can take it" he smirked. "i can take it" you bit your lip.

you pulled his boxers down and your eyes widened at his size. you pumped his dick with your hand before you took the tip in your mouth.

you licked his slit and smirked when you heard him whimper. you took all of his length in your mouth. you moved your lips up and down his dick using your hands to help you jerk him off.

"fuck y/n your pretty little mouth feels so good" you heard him praise you as his hands held your hair. you couldn't suppress a sloppy moan when you felt him hit the back of your throat.

you used your tongue to circle his tip and groaned when you felt him pull your hair and pull out of your mouth. "cant wait anymore. wanna fuck you" he said, hurriedly grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

he laid you down and lined himself up with your entrance. "fuck!" you moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you. "what's wrong baby, you said you could take it" his eyebrows raised. moving your hair out of your face.

once your walls adjust to his size he picks up the tempo. your legs lift, giving him more access to your core. "fuck sugu~" you moaned. his hand traced up your body to your neck softly choking you.

when you whimpered he grinned "you like being choked pretty?" he asked as he pound into you. you gave him a pleading look and nod your head.

your moans grew louder, filling the room mixing with the sound of your sex and the faint music from downstairs. his thrusts go deeper making you cry out. "you're so tight baby, fucking milking me dry" he groaned.

"you feel fucking amazing" he moaned. he let go of your neck, kneeling back. he scooped your hips up in his arms, arching your back off the bed.

his dick hit deeper inside you as his thrusts sped up. he held onto your hips, fucking you crazy making your mind go numb. his thumb circled your clit eliciting a breathy moan from you.

he fucked himself into you, bed frame beginning to shake. "oh my god!" you cried. "that's not my name baby" he smirked.

his hand moved up to play with your nipple before landing on the side of your neck again. he squeezed harder this time making you pant.

"love your little pussy, it's like it was made for me" he said leaning forward to kiss you.

your nails left scratch marks along his back, sending him crazy. you moved to bite along neck and collar bone leaving small bruise with your sucking.

"suguru i'm gonna cum" you whined. "cum baby, cum all on this dick" he growled in your ear. "go ahead, wanna see my pretty girl cum" he watched as your eyes rolled close and your chest heaved up and down. "good girl" he said kissing your forehead.

the sensation of your walls pulsing against him had him coming shortly after. he leaned down to kiss you again, this time soft and gentle. you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you and got up.

"i'll be right back" he said before walking to the bathroom. he came back with a small wet towel and cleaned you off, eyes not leaving you for even a second. he left again and came back in a pair of boxers. "you have your own bathroom?" you asked him, leaning up into your shoulders.

"called dibs on this room the second we got here. wasn't sharing a bathroom with those idiots" he chuckled, grabbing a water from his mini fridge.

he came to sit with you and handed you the water. "thanks" you said before swallowing down almost half of it. "well i should probably get going now" you shrugged, standing to find your clothes.

"wait" he held your arm. you looked at him confused "stay." he said, more imperative than a plea. "what about the party?" you asked. "fuck the party, just stay" "o-okay" you hid the smile that dared to spread across your face.

he laid back against his pillows, arms pulling you to follow. you softly giggled at him pulling you so close. "why do you want me to stay" you asked, looking up at him from his chest.

"i like you, y/n. if it wasn't obvious before i'm saying it now" he said, moving your hair from your face.

you giggled and hid your face in his chest "i like you too sugu"

[puppygirl-panopticon]

So im browsing a costune sight for fun at work (cause im bored out of my mind) and i get dome kinda morbid facination with how many different ways they have tried to do "sexy cop" on the same website, but heres the thing. It displays the costumes in a way where you will have pages and pages of like, yassified white women in costumes followed by one just DUDE like a normal guy just standing there look at this

This is just one of many examples ive procured for you today, please enjoy the rest under the cut followed by perhaps some commentary

Okay so heres this

Now another thing im a very big fan of is the way they name things "mystery dude" in particular really fucking gets me

This kinda shit is everywhere just, girls in basically nothing and then a guy dressed up as juse like a movie character or a genaric manly figure see below

(Also there is an example of one of the many many cop costumes, which i have a fucking beef with they all look the same until they dont and then you end up with THIS)

WHAT IS HAOPENING HERE WHAT IS THAT LITTLE HAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IS IT I DONT UNDERSTAND

WHAT IS IT

I dont understand, moving on to a personal favorite

Now this.

This i thought about leading with but its honestly so special to me i had to hide it down here.there is so much to talk about

A. The puzzler

When i was in highschool, i once thrw together a costume for a party in about 20 minutes and it was basically something like this except i was wearing a button up shirt and short shorts and an enormous tie and i called myself "the questioner" basically this is nothing like that but i wanted to talk about how i made a free costume that i think was funnier and better then this one which was somehow retailing for

$111.95

At some point.

B.

I dont have anything else i think i got it out of my system

Next we have the ninja pictures

I like these because i have two of them

And i like to imagine that they are body guards flanking these two beautiful women

I cant fit anymore pictures in this post so consider urself spared from further harrassment

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[our-queer-experience]

So so so (for context, i'm in latin america) Pride is in june and this is my second year going, right? First time i went very lowkey, since i was new AND im very much not out to my conservative family, and i would die if they saw me in the news. it was lovely, everything went fine, and nobody suspected a thing.

now, this year it feels important, and i want to do something flashy, but i'm not sure what

not helping the matters is that now i know more queer people (yay!), that i met in different contexts/places, and everyone has a different perception of my queerness, and i don't know how i feel about everyone seeing a part of me that they might find, contradictory i guess.

some of them know i'm asexual and aromantic

some of them i've talked with about my aesthetic attraction, and how i find people of all genders very pretty and cool and awsome

nobody knows i'm non-binary, and this one is a bit new and i feel very, vulnerable about it.

and everyone kinda sees me as... idk, i'm very openly sex positive, but also the kind of asexual that is "so, i don't have any attraction ever, but a lot of this is really cool (as in, to me personally), and i really like to learn about things like (for one of many examples) leather and the culture, even if i'm not sure i'll ever have sex", and ANYWAYS, having a good sex ed is IMPORTANT, but i guess people tend to see me as a prude???? for some reason??? maybe??, as an uwu asexual who doesn't know anything about sex

and like, it has gotten some queer friends baffled when we're talking about things, and i'm perfectly capable to hold a conversation about, idk straps for example. And they get all "how do YOU know about that????" ugh is so frustrating. one of those friends was a person who tried to put his penis in the urethral opening of his partner at the time not that long ago btw, and he assumed he knew more about general sex stuff that someone who cares about doing research and staying informed.

THE POINT IS. they are very much not expecting to see me showing much skin. ever. and ok, my usual style of clothing is not very revealing i'll give them that. But i really want to show off at pride y'know? i want to show off my thick and dark body hair, i want to show off my tummy because depression has made me lose a lot of weight, but i'm hoping to get better by june and be able to show the body i was really happy with. i want to show off my curves and big thighs and be proud of being non-binary with the body that i have.

And i want to maybe use something more revealing, because yasmin benoit is so cool, and seeing her leading pride was very important to me.

and i also kinda want something inspired by chappell roan, because i'm not immune to her ok

and i want to be loud about the aroace bit, because it meant the world to me to see others like me last year, and i want to be there for others too.

but i'm also scared, oh so scared of being filmed and recognized by someone dangerous. i'm disabled and young for fucks sake, i can't afford being kicked out or losing support. and, i know i'm not in the usa and that it's getting really really scary up there, but i'm also afraid of what will happen at the event, because my country tends to follow usa's lead, and our president is not exactly the best (a lot of us in latin america had also shit elections this last year lmaon't), and it'll probably be fine but i'm still worried. it'd be safer to go very lowkey and with the usual outfit for going to dangerous protests, but i don't want to have to keep myself lowkey, not when i have a choice.

gods sorry for the rambling, this got away from me huh.

anyways, any advice on anything? honestly even if it's only costume/outfit ideas i'll be happy to see them

id say wear a face mask- its good to do in public anyway- and a hat. borrow some friend’s clothes. if your family cant see your face and isn’t expecting you to wear “revealing” clothes…. you’d probably be fine :) good luck!

[cleromancy]

the fact that preboot jason never found out tim took jason red robin costume once he "got fired" (-tim, only in the privacy of his own head)/"graduated" (-dick, well-meaning)/"got thrown out with the other garbage" (-damian, hilarious)/"left" (-tim out loud, ignoring them both)

the way tim (reliable narrator) was like. yeah this costume is already tainted and i have to be willing to do morally gray things to prove bruce is alive. so thats why im wearing it. because its tainted. this is the most logical course of action and also the only reasonable explanation i retroactively landed on for a decision i already made

tim also having no way of knowing what the universe jason GOT THAT COSTUME IN WAS LIKE OR WHAT BRUCE DID FOR JASON IN THAT UNIVERSE

and its like well MY interpretation is that. yeah of course he wants to take on one of the outcast's identities to bring bruce back. and then of course hes going to just hang it up when bruce comes back because hes going to stop feeling like an outcast just as soon as bruce comes back and everything goes back to normal. This definitely doesnt signify a major change in the status quo or his role in the family (he *is* still family they signed the papers and everything, they gave him the name, it wasnt just pity its real hes still family he *is*, he hasn't been cast out, he *hasnt*) or his priorities or-- its temporary. when bruce comes back everything is going to be better and he wont need this suit anymore and hes going to hang it up just as soon as he stops feeling this way and everything is going to be fine.

smash cut to bruce upon his return doling out one (1) hug and immediately fucking off on a globe trotting vanity project and Tim just left staring after him like Oh. okay

(and like bruce was never like. going to be able to magically fix anything even if he *had* any interest in doing so. this was not a reasonable expectation tim had. some of the shit tim is losing his absolute marbles over does not actually even *need* to be "fixed." to be excessively clear.)

anyway i think jason "do you really think youre that good" "so work *with* me" "join me. be my robin" todd deserved the chance to really gleefully dig his fingers into every single one of those sore spots. GO FOR IT JASON. MAKE HIM WORSE

also like. god battle for the cowl was so unserious on every possible level but can you imagine if dick at the time had been like "i still cant figure out how he GOT OUT OF PRISON. he used the jla codes! how did he even get those!" and tim (guy who gave jason the fucking codes in robin 182) was just like

yeah. weird

[octavodeci]

Alright frevblr I got beef with the 2023 Napoleon movie. It’s well done, medium, medium rare, and RAW. I also got beef with Ridley Scott and his portrayal of Robespierre and the events that lead to Napoleon’s rise. Historians critiquing the movie and Ridley Scott goes “haha well shut up you weren’t there and I wasn’t either”

Ohhhhh arghh ohhh my body aches ohhhh Max! how they did him wrong. MAAXXX 😫😭😭 That’s not how he went down. HELLO? Did hotel de ville not exist? What about the paris fucking commune? Saint-Just didn’t even appear to defend him like he actually did (Ridley fucking Scott would know this if he had the brains and willpower to pick up a historical novel and READ it) with his laziness he’d probably skim over the index and call it a day.

Do not get me started on the costumes. Why was Robespierre and others wearing 20th century style suits? Why were the shoulder lines so sharp? They did not have them that sharp back in the day i can guarantee you. Also it’s a blend of early 18th century attire. Confusing since….it wasn’t early 18th century.

Robespierre’s actor just wasn’t it. I’m sorry. The wig is wrong too im not sorry about that. Being straight up. It was also lop-side so screw you Ridley Scott. Don’t touch anything historical ever again and just stick to the damn alien franchise cause that went to shit anyway.

I’m not in the Napoleonic fandom but I know god damn well they did my boy Napoleon wrong too. Him and Joséphine. Serve them Justice. The next friend of mine that gushes about the Napoleon (2023) movie because Joaquin Phoenix is in it will meet the floor SOON.

I knew the movie was about to be shit as soon as i saw Marie Antoinette being lead to the guillotine with LONG HAIR. She had nothing to cover her head and she was still wearing a dress and not a plain shift underneath. She. Had. Makeup. On.

It’s just pure lack of research and i find it more offensive than Thermidorian propaganda. Idk maybe if I’d posted this on my main account I’d have structured this nicer more professionally but i have a migraine right now and it’s chronic and im tired and it’s 4:31 am.

so basically fuck the Napoleon movie. I cant believe Ridley Scott directed The Duelists (1977) which I arguably enjoy for its raw, realistic and guttural portrayal of fencing in any film I’ve ever seen. thanks for listening reading my Ted talk.

[isadollie]

'competition' ft. vampire! choso

jjk 2024 halloween event | masterlist

— vampire! choso x fem! reader; club and partying, andd it could be slightly spooky if you will:3

— a/n: finally we're here!! the last fic from my halloween event!! i was quite excited for this one, i cant lie. thank you for suggesting a vampie choso @miauchu !!<3

you looked around the club as you took another sip of your drink. you decided to take a little break from all the dancing, so you sat by the bar. a little satisfied smile was on your face. the place was decorated neatly; spider's webs around, a few pumpkins and balloons. it looked cute.

but you were there for a reason other than just dancing and drinking. you were there to win.

all because the club decided to organize a little halloween competition. the rules were simple, have the best costume and the prize is yours. to be fair, the prize wasn't anything luxurious; just some sweets, a coupon for a free drink and a bunch of other things. but the thought of winning was thrilling enough.

you looked around and smirked to yourself. there were so many people, maybe even more than a hundred, but so far none of them had a costume like yours. you spent the last few months preparing it, making sure every detail is perfect. and it seems like no one here will be able to beat it. the win is yours.

you thought so, unless your eyes stopped at a certain person. the man was quite handsome, you thought. but his costume? he was dressed as a vampire, and the clothes looked straight from a few centuries ago. do they even make clothes like that these days?

a small shiver ran down your spine when the man suddenly turned his head and looked straight into your eyes, almost as if he could feel you staring. when you saw him approaching with a frown on his face, you cleared your throat.

"uhm... hello." you chuckled nervously, a bit embarrassed that he noticed you staring at him. you fixed your hair slightly. he was even prettier up close. "you look... good." you complimented, but a hint of jealousy was there in your voice. he was your competition now.

"could you tell me what's going on in here?" his eyes looked deeply into yours, making your heart skip a beat. "who are all these people? what are they doing here? and.. what are they wearing..?" you tilted your head slightly, and then chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

"yeah, that's a good one. but don't think that if you act like you're back from a few hundred years ago you will win, yeah? they only judge the costume, not behavior." you crossed your arms, observing as his mouth hanged open in surprise, two sharp fangs visible in the club's lights. they looked so convincing.

he was ready to say something else, but you silenced him. it was time to reveal the winner of the competition. you put on a small smile on your face, with intent to look your best when they say you're the winner and all eyes turn to you.

but it never happened. and your smile was soon replaced by a frown, when they didn't call your name. "choso kamo" was the name that came out of the presenter's lips. the guy in vampire costume, still standing next to you, looked up with surprise. figuring out he must be choso, you gave him a little push towards the stage.

choso accepted his award with an awkward smile, which made you roll your eyes. he was looking around and he seemed all nervous and confused. despite being mad after your loss, you felt a pang of sympathy for him.

soon he was by your side again, eyeing his prize. "why did they give me that?" he asked curiously, and you sighed. "do you really not know? why did you even come here?" your voice was a bit more harsh than you intended. but you regretted your tone when you saw those eyes, staring at you with vulnerability, as if you were his only hope, the only person he saw.

you noticed how pale he looks. "come with me. you need some fresh air, i think..." you led him out of the club and into the dark night. he took a big breath. "better?" you asked gently, leaning back against a railing outside.

he nodded, his eyes roaming across your features, making you blush slightly. "you know... this costume of yours is very... realistic." you gulped, watching as he walked a few steps closer. "this dried blood on your shirt.. and those fangs.. they look so real." your voice was getting more quiet with each word. choso tilted his head with an adorable smile. he didn't seem so confused anymore. "so that's what i won, huh? that's cute."

his smile turned into a smirk when he noticed the way you're looking at him. he slowly leaned down. your breath hitched, but you couldn't tear your gaze away. "you know, it's been a while since the last time i-" he cut off, biting his lower lip. you didn't expect to be kissed by a handsome stranger on this party, but you weren't exactly complaining.

but just when your eyes started to close, you realized he's not looking at your lips, not leaning towards them. his head was moving towards your neck, his mouth parted, fangs now on full display. you could feel your heart racing, but you didn't pull back. turning your gaze slightly towards one of the club's windows, all color drained from your face.

you only saw yourself in the reflection. when you understood what's happening, it was too late. you could already feel two sharp needles digging into the skin of your neck.

[kittyadore]

Hi Hi 👋🏼 can you please do an earth 42 miles x reader when it's Halloween and they go out trick or treating together 💟

halloween

—𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴

—𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 1,4𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, thank u so much for the request !! i had fun writing this, i really think e!42 miles is a cutie. sum e!1610 miles coming soon hopefully, please leave requests so i know what you guys want to read. also thank u so much for the 140 (i think) likes under my previous post, as its my first ever, it means a lot to me💝💝

As October descended upon Brooklyn, whispers of Halloween's approach filled the air. Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't contain your excitement for the upcoming festivities. But Miles, with a furrowed brow, scoffed at the idea, preferring solitude over celebrations.

Undeterred by Miles' grumpiness, you decided to transform his home into a magical realm of Halloween delight. His mother approved of your brilliant ideas, so the boys' opinion couldn't change anything. Armed with a vivid imagination and an overflowing box of decorations, you set out to infuse the flat with the spirit of the season.

While you took your time adorning his bedroom with ghostly figures, cobwebs, and some pumpkins, your boyfriend observed you from a distance, a skeptical expression etched on his face. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as your enthusiasm filled the air.

Subsequently, you transformed the living room into a haunted haven. With Rio's help, you strung orange and black streamers, hung paper bats from the ceiling, and carefully arranged a display of glowing jack-o'-lanterns. Miles' grumpiness wavered as he watched your infectious excitement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

As the evening came, you turned your attention to cute couple Halloween costumes. You spent hours crafting intricate outfits-a brooding vampire for Miles and a whimsical fairy costume for yourself. Miles grumbled about the discomfort of wearing a costume, but deep down, he couldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes, even though he tried to fight it.

"You're trippin, ma." The boy intervened firmly as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not wearing that, no way." The sharp tone of his voice struck through your heart, slowly breaking it into pieces. You knew he wasn't the type to participate in adorable couple activities, but you didn't understand why couldn't he spend his time with you, at least during such fascinating time.

"Oh come on, Miles, why not?" You pouted, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a disapproving gaze. You were sure of his opinion, but deep down, you still had some hope, that the captivating season could soften his heart, even the tiniest bit. "It's like you don't love me anymore, Miles. You never do anything fun with me, we barely even spend time together. You're always out doing your 'important work', putting off our plans" You snapped at him, with slight wrath audible in your voice

"I get it, you might not be a fan of all those 'cringy' couple activities, but please, can't you enjoy your time with me for once?" You continued, your gaze shifting from his face to his torso. You could notice the confusion on his face, as you weren't the type to talk to him like this. "But alright, if you don't want to, I can just go out with someone else. You have fun here"

Miles made his way up to his bed, sitting down beside you, letting out a sigh, as he entwined his hands with yours. Staring into his eyes, you could see them filling up with agony, clearly hurt after hearing your truthful speech.

"Look, mami. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough time lately, you know, I just cant explain it. I want to keep you safe" Your boyfriend started the same answer you hear every time you would bring up his job. It was different though, he never really genuinely apologized to you. Sure, a quick 'my bad' or 'i'll do better' usually left his mouth, but you've never heard him say 'i'm sorry'. He put his head down as he continued.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, you know I'm not happy about me canceling our dates either. I can dress up and go trick-or-treating with you, ma. I hate seeing you like this, I'll do better, princessa."

Miles stole a quick kiss on your lips, then on your forehead as he got up from the bed, reaching over to your Halloween costumes. His lips shifted into a soft smile as he felt a wave of warmth strike through his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you two emerged from his house, you adorned in vibrant fairy costume that shimmered under the moonlight. You fluttered your wings, casting a spell of enchantment that swirled around Miles.

Miles, reluctantly participating, donned a simple costume, a bloodthirsty vampire. Deep down, he couldn't resist your excitement, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within him, as you took the lead.

Hand in hand, you set off into the moonlit streets, where houses were adorned with cobwebs, glowing pumpkins, and haunting decorations. Children, disguised as witches, superheroes, and ghosts, giggled and chattered as they darted from door to door.

You, with your infectious laughter, skipped ahead, your voice like a melody in the night. Miles trailed behind, his grumpy attitude slowly giving way to the passion he hadn't felt in years.

At each house, children eagerly showcased their costumes, their eyes shining with anticipation. Your eyes danced with delight, and your laughter filled the crisp autumn air. Miles, though initially skeptical, found himself chuckling at your excitement, realizing that Halloween held a joy he had long forgotten.

As you continued your journey collecting candy, you arrived at a house unlike any other. It's porch was adorned with shimmering lights, and a melodious tune drifted through the air. You approached, your hand entwined with your boyfriends' and your eyes wide with wonder, and rang the doorbell.

The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man dressed as a magician. With a flourish of his wand, he produced a basket overflowing with candy. As he handed you a treat, he leaned in and whispered, "May the magic of this night bring joy to even the coldest of hearts."

Miles was taken aback by the man's words. Perhaps there was more to Halloween than he had ever realized. A seed of enchantment had been planted within him, sprouting into a newfound appreciation for the night's festivities.

Eager to share this newfound delight, Miles' coldness dissipated like mist in the morning sun. He engaged in playful banter with fellow trick-or-treaters, admiring their costumes and sharing in the joy of the evening.

As the moon reached its zenith, you approached the final house on your route. The porch was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, complete with floating candles and mystical creatures. Your eyes sparkled, and Miles' heart swelled with anticipation.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a woman dressed as a fortune teller. Her voice was soft and melodious as she greeted you. Miles exchanged glances with you, feeling as though you had stumbled into a magical realm.

The fortune teller handed you each a small, golden envelope. "Open these when the clock strikes midnight," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

With a sense of wonder pulsing through your veins, you and your boyfriend bid the fortune teller farewell. You made your way back home, your pumpkin buckets filled to the brim with sweet treasures.

As the clock neared midnight, you sat on the couch, in the decorated living room. With a hushed countdown, you opened your golden envelopes in unison.

Inside, you discovered handwritten notes, each containing a heartfelt message from the other. Words of love, appreciation, and gratitude spilled from the pages, filling your hearts with warmth.

You and Miles exchanged smiles, your souls intertwined in a magical moment. You realized that the true enchantment of Halloween was not just in the costumes or treats, but in the bonds that were strengthened and the love that was kindled.

As the clock struck midnight, Miles took your hand in his and whispered, "Thank you for showing me the magic of this night, ma. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you and canceling our dates so often. If they are as amazing as this one, it will never happen again." Your eyes shimmered with happiness and you let out a quiet laugh at his words.

Under the moonlit sky, the two of you shared a tender kiss, the magic of the night enveloping you. In that moment, you knew that love, laughter, and the spirit of Halloween would forever illuminate your lives, casting away any shadows of coldness that may try to linger.

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 0 5.

"the thirds ones wrong.. it should be will not well.."

you sighed out answering present mics question. "thats correct!" he continued to ramble on about grammar and english. 

you put your head down and closed your eyes wishing class would go by faster. 

then the bell rang, dismissing you all to go to lunch.

"y/n! come sit with us!" said mina, pulling your arm. you laughed and walked along with her, kirishima, and two other boys. "sup beautiful im denki kamanari and thats hanta sero, nice to finally meet you" said the yellow haired boy grinning.

you waved, "nice to meet you two as well!" kirishima groaned, "im so hungry..! i cant wait to some of the yummy food!" sero laughed as he patted his stomach, "hes like a baby!" 

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you sat down between mina and kirishima, chatting with them as they ate. god im so hungry.... but i cant risk gaining any fat right now... im at the healthiest ive been.. i cant gain anything!

you looked down at your fingers and fiddled with them. "hey y/n, why arent you eating anything?" asked kirishima curiously, you looked at him and quickly blurted an excuse, "o-oh! i had a heavy breakfast right before i left so im still stuffed!" you chuckled to deflect any second thoughts from them.

mina nodded, "ohhhh i get that.. well make sure to eat at home kay?" you nod smiling at her, of course i will..

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finally it was time for the class you were waiting for. "i am here!! coming through the door like a hero!" announced all might as he made a dramatic entrance into the class. you couldnt help but let out a wide smile at him.

the whole class started talking amongst themselves at how they were amazed he was teaching them. you knew bakugou was jumping inside at the sight of his favorite hero, but didnt wanna seem like he was a fanboy. 

 "today we will be focused on battle!" you looked to see bakugou grinning, "but in order to do that you guys have to look good!" suddenly boxes of all of your hero costumes came out of the wall.

oh my gosh is that really my coustume??? you thought excitedly, smiling widely. "change and meet me at training ground beta!" all might instructed.

 you went into the girls locker room and started changing, "i cant wait to see how my costume looks on me!" exclaimed mina, as she put on her costume. you laugh in agreement and start putting on yours. 

 "ill see you out there y/n! dont take to long!" she said as she ran out giddily. you finish putting on your costume and look at yourself in the mirror, you smiled as you saw how it accentuated your muscle and curves well, before running out to the rest of the students.

you walked out while smiling, "OH MT GOD Y/N YOU JUST RAISED THE HEAT OVER HERE! YOU LOOK SO HOT!" screamed mina, getting everyone's attention. you blush and thank her for the compliment while adjusting the thigh harnesses. 

you look over to see bakugou in his hero costume and take notice of how much his body had changed. he had definitely grown more muscular and even though you wouldnt admit it, he looked good.

you held your breath as you made eye contact with him. he widened his eyes a bit before looking the other way. "honestly though.. your costume looks so good!" mina praised, " o-oh! thanks..! honestly it isnt really something i usually wear.. the skin tight crop top, and i always usually try to stay away from pants that are somewhat tight around my thighs and butt.. "

 "no way! they show off the body you got blessed with! besides the cargos accentuate your muscular thighs! i think your whole costume looks good on you!" she smiles, you blush and bow your head thanking her.

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you listened closely as all might explained what you all would be doing today. you felt someone glaring at you and turned to look at them, only to meet a pair of vermillion eyes. you narrowed your eyes and stared back until he turned away, haha! i win asswipe!

you walked up to all might to draw your lot and see who you got paired with. letting out a low curse your paper read 'katsuki bakugou'. god you must really hate me huh..? out of all the people here this guy??

sulking internally you walked toward bakugou and stood by him silently. "all right lets see who the villian and hero will be!" all might reached into the box and pulled out your team and dekus team. "just great.." you mutter realizing you and bakugou were the villians and had to go up against deku. knowing bakugou he would target deku to try and beat him up. 

you and bakugou started heading on inside, "young y/n, young bakugou the key to this exercise is to embody villainy- think like how they would and act upon it, make sure to communicate and work together." you nod, youll only be able to communicate if someone doesnt target deku.

you follow behind bakugou into the room with the fake weapon. you walk toward it and look around to check your surroundings "hey." you turn and look at bakugou, "do you really think deku has a quirk..?" you bite your lip, "well.. we both saw what he did during the physical tests, so yes i do think he has a quirk" you respond looking at bakugou.

you noticed him tense up, "look.. just because he has a quirk now dont go targeting him whenever you can, we both have to communicate if you wanna win this- which im sure you do. so please just try and calm your temper okay?" you add, he stands still and you sigh. "whatever.. its not like youll listen anyways... ill guard the weapon, knowing them uraraka will probably try and come up here, once i deal with her ill help you with izuku"

"all right! lets begin the indoor combat training!" says all might over the loud speaker, "be careful" you tell bakugou before he walks away. you purse your lips knowing he wouldnt hold back on deku, but right now you had to worry about uraraka.

you smirk as you come up with a plan and go to hide behind a pillar near the entrance. suddenly, you hear a huge explosion, "here we go again.." 

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"bakugou take it easy on the explosions.. i dont think this building can handle too many" you say through the ear piece, "shut up and defend the weapon genso!" he replies. you roll your eyes, this bitch... 

you suddenly hear footsteps and ready yourself quietly, "theres the weapon! wait... wheres y/n..?" she says as she steps through apprehensively. you smirk and let your wind propel yourself forward, manipulating the earth under uraraka you made it wrap around her body, making sure to bound her arms down knowing if she touched you she could make you float. "right here!" you say as you wrap your tape around her, successfully capturing her.

she looked at you with a blank look still processing what just happened, "wait what??" she says questioningly, "sorry to get you out so early, but i really dont trust leaving bakugou with izu" you say before hearing another couple of explosions. 

"bakugou! where are you?" you ask through the earpiece only to get no reply, just great..! no reply from the asswipe!

you run out and touch the floor closing your eyes, you saw the floorplan of the building in your mind letting the earth draw it out for you. you felt a huge surge of motion coming from a specific side of the building and ran to the location as quick as you could.

suddenly all might came over the speaker again, "use that power again bakugou and ill disqualify your team! you need to be aware of your surroundings and strive to make the least amount of damage to it as possible!" 

oh my god theyre gonna kill each other...!  you closed your eyes and pushed your legs faster trying to get there quicker. you heard another couple of explosions and widened your eyes.

 you werent gonna make it in time. 

stopping, you placed your hand on the ground again and found where they were in your mind. deciding to test your quirk, you focused on the spot and found the wall closest to the area. maybe.. just maybe.. i can manipulate the earth and get myself there by moving through the walls..

you focused all your power on the walls and let yourself fall into the earth, the next thing you knew you were in the same room as the two. they were standing in front of each other, izuku was screaming at bakugou and your gut told you to move in between the two. the next thing you knew your feet were moving, and you were hit by both their quirks. 

you let out a loud yelp of pain and fell to the ground. you heard another thump and saw izuku fall to the ground, wincing you crawled your way to him and wrapped the capture tape around him before you passed out. 

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you blinked your eyes as you familiarized yourself with light and winced as you tried to move. "there, there, take it easy... your bodys pretty beaten up... taking those two powerful blows wasnt very smart of you to do.." explained recovery girl, you let out a sheepish smile, "i couldnt just stand there and let them kill each other.. ive known both since childhood and bakugou isnt one to hold back when it comes to izuku.." you explained.

"hows izuku..?" you ask curiously, "hes already back in class, i still need to heal a couple other of his injuries but he has no energy in his body left for today.." you nod, "can i go back go class..?" she nods, "yes, but make sure you come back tomorrow.. i bandaged the blow on your stomach, but it still needs a bit of healing.. keep the cast on your arm on till tomorrow" she explains before letting you go.

you limp slightly as you walk back to class, gosh itll be so embarrassing walking into the class knowing they saw me pass out- yet again..

opening the door you walked into the class, only to be bombarded by kirishima, mina, and a couple of other students. "oh my gosh y/n you were so kick-ass!" exclaimed mina as she threw her hands around you, "be careful mina! shes still a bit injured!" reminded kirishima, you smiled before waving it off, "im fine.. im just glad everyones okay..!" "that move you pulled where you moved yourself through the earth was awesome!" praised uraraka.

"wait.. wheres izu..?" you question as you couldnt find him in the room, "hes talking to bakugou.." sighs out uraraka, you widen your eyes and run to find the two outside.

gasping for air your finally reach the two, "thank goodness i found you izu..!" you say tiredly, "my gosh y/n... are you okay?" you smile before nodding, "im fine, nothing too major..! im glad your fine though..!" you pause and turn to bakugou, "look bakugou.. as much as i understand your frustrated, you had no right to try and kill izuku in a practice match!" you sighed as you looked down.

"we used to be good friends.. just because of certain values we had we stop being friends.. whatever happens this year- i promise you two this, im not sticking up for either of you. you guys can either die fighting each other because of your massive egos, or learn how to grow up and act like mature people." you grit before turning and limping away.

you knew in your heart that you still valued the friendship you had with them, but you werent going to let bakugou continue and treat deku like shit just to fulfill his ego.

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 next parts: pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13 / pt. 14 / pt. 15 / pt. 16

[jennilah]

Your saw ship for the fall ask game! (Sorry I don't know anything about Saw)

ahaha the stupids <3

for Hoffstrahm:

Who gets excited about Halloween in July: God yeah I feel like, for reasons I cant explain that goes beyond the obvious villain/hero thing, I think Hoffman would be the one excited for Halloween whereas Strahm is more of a christmastime softie.

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats: mr bigcoats and jackets and hoodies over his SUIT while working on MACHINERY Hoffman gets cold first but hes fine, Strahm tries to wear a sweater and the sun shines a little and he turns into one of those worms that shrivel up and die on the sidewalk

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather: Strahm is happy once its cool enough, the increasing cold as the season progresses starts to annoy Hoffman

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters: they both do bc i say so because i think sweaters is the fuckingg cutest thing a man can wear on earth so ill go ahead and project on both of them here thx

Who offers the other their jacket: Strahm :)

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower: i think Strahm bc i think he'd be the grumpier of the two in the morning about everything.

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night: Strahm, as payback. for the atrocities.

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink: Strahm

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300: secret low-key halloween lover Hoffman, once theyre domestic and he realizes he can have fun in life again

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins: Strahm

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky: Strahm

What is their favourite Fall activity: holding each other hostage on the couch watching horror movies & trying not to argue about them

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies: Strahm..

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters: Strahm :)

Who accidentally scares the kids: Strahm :(

Who suggested the couples costume: Hoffman

What is their couples costume: i .. dont know i cant think of one sobs i can only think of the inappropriate objects ones in every spirit halloween

What is the best Halloween they ever had: maybe their first one together after Strahm notices Hoffman is a lil distant and lingers by the pumpkins in a store one day and is like "... u want one?" and then its like he flipped the switch

What is the worst Halloween they ever had: the very next one where hoffman suggests they have a more formal party w their friends and it gets too wild

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day: it was Strahm

[alaskan-wallflower]

this is a rant more for myself than anything so ignore this if you want, idc, this is me blabbing but i wish the outsiders show itself would say something about how horrible some of the fans act. like most of these fans frequent the show and have seen the show nearly every weekend, or maybe even more than that. the actors know who some of these “fans” are, and are clearly uncomfortable (i don’t think it’s a coincidence when half the cast will come out in the pouring, freezing rain on any other day, but you have some of these groups come in and suddenly nobody comes out—idk that’s just what i’ve heard thru the grapevine though, i seriously don’t keep track of who stage doors when so i may be wrong) but for i don’t think y’all would lose any fans for telling people to be normal to your employees, and even if you did, there are literally thousands of other fans, and i’d say good riddance anyway.

idk, the way the show lets their cast get treated bugs me. like you have fans following jason home/to his train, people trying to give josh and brent homemade food and then getting offended when they say no to the point they send drunken voicemails over instagram to the point one of them ACTUALLY APOLOGIZES to them, people mobbing brody and forcing themselves down his throat to the point he’s having a panic attack and said mobbing gets to the point that security from another show has to intervene, people giving melody pictures of her in a bikini to sign, people saying that the actors are asking to be sexualized because “they’re fit and wear tight costumes”, and probably SO much more and it still won’t be addressed? that’s just so sad to have this be the way aspiring new actors are being introduced to life on broadway.

and i know it can be argued that “oh, alaska, they cant do anything about what people say online!” but they can start by addressing the problem at hand. the way the show allows their employees to be treated at large is just beyond me. i wish they’d start banning people, or maybe even say something themselves instead of leaving it to melody to have to keep addressing this shit because gods bless her, i would NEVER be able to keep doing this if i was in her shoes. idk why they’re leaving it up to the cast to say “maybe being disgusting pigs isn’t a good idea”. because again, y’all ain’t gonna lose any fans by telling people to be normal and by starting to take action against some of these people. in fact, to me, you’d earn more support by doing so, and for the people who stop supporting it, there are thousands upon thousands of people still willing to support the show.

idk. again, this is a rant for me and me personally, agree or disagree, idc, i just didn’t wanna rant in the tags of my last post. i feel like i needed to make an actual post.