#wig obliterated

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Stark Fear (1962)

[spiderman-into-the-sapphiverse]

I find it so refreshing that we are in this rare stage in western animation where disney is actually not monopolizing all the attention. If anything, 2022 has been one of their worse years yet in the animation department. Everything they have done has been completely eclipsed by other studios for once. Their Pinocchio "movie" was just obliterated by Guillermo del Toro's version. Strange World was completely forgotten because of poor marketing choices, allowing Dreamworks to come back with the Bad Guys and Puss in Boots, the first being very good and the second absolutely excellent (I'm being serious, this movie is SO MUCH MORE than a simple Shrek spin-off).

TMNT even got its time to shine with probably the best 2D animated film this year (in a technical aspect at least), rekindling an interest for the entire franchise (with another TMNT movie by Seth Rogen in production!!)

The Sea Beast was amazing. Wendell & Wild was a masterclass. 2022 has just been excellent throughout, and it's Disney that happens to be the weakest at the moment. Even the Minions 2 got more attention than most things that came out on Disney + Animation this year (not saying that the movie was great or anything, but it's saying a lot)

And when we look at the next Pixar movie coming out next year, the hype pales in comparison to the Mario movie, and let's not even TALK about Across the Spiderverse......everybody knows it's going to snatch everyone's wig, and all the awards under the sun to match it.

So yeah, western animation gets to breathe a little, and it feels amazing.

[pinkie-quinns]

rocker eddie/actor steve | exes to lovers | fame au p6 (final part)

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 interlude

Steve thinks about second chances, as he walks along Greenwich Ave. He thinks about them when he tosses the wig in a garbage can that reeks of puke. 

And he thinks about them, when Eddie opens the door, eyes catching on the rip in Steve’s jeans, the liner under his eyes. When he lights up & says, “You came.”

Yeah, Steve thinks about second chances.

He offers Eddie a small smile as he walks in, can’t bring himself to acknowledge it all. The world of them. Him going. Eddie playing that song.  What that could mean, like, actually mean. Can’t do it yet.

He likes this place better than the mansion in LA. It’s messy and grungy with stupid, corny shit plastered on the walls. Feels more… Eddie.

They walk out to the balcony. It overlooks a tiny little green space, his neighbors’ homes. Eddie lights a cigarette and offers one to Steve. Steve quit years ago. Eddie knows that now. He takes it anyway. 

“Last tour I sold out Madison Square Garden and now I sell out Forest Hills.” Eddie’s chuckling, “Like I’m back at the trailer park.”

Eddie’s third album didn’t do the numbers his first two had. So they’d downsized, just a little.

Steve sighs, he didn’t fly all the way out here to coddle his ex, “It was a good show, Eddie.” 

“Yeah.” He drags, smiles to himself. “It was a really good show. I’m really glad you saw it, baby.”

Steve cringes, full body shiver. Eddie doesn’t seem to realize what he said, Steve’s sure as hell not gonna clue him in.

“How’d your meeting go?”

Steve tries to play it off. “Good. Pretty good.”

Eddie chuckles again, leans into him that way he always does, like personal space is more of a suggestion than a boundary. A hand brushes his cheek, a light, teasing tap of knuckles, “What’s pretty good, Harrington?”

Steve smiles into it. Can’t help it. “There’s uh… you know that blacklist script I mentioned last month? There’s probably a lead there for me.”

Eddie lights up again, bright and true, “Steve, that’s amazing.”

Steve snorts, “Not jealous?”

“Nah, I’m happy for you ba-” Eddie catches it this time, chokes on his drag, coughs and flounders, “Happy for you, man.” 

Steve’s not sure if he can do this, actually. Can’t face this Eddie. The one whose ego isn’t a storm cloud, who’s okay failing, who’s okay seeing him succeed. Who’s honest and sincere and wants the best for him. Eddie who would lose thousands of fans just to sing Steve’s favorite song. 

Eddie’s eyes are shiny, “But you’ve been good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Good. Keeping busy. I filmed an Amex commercial. Good money. Made my agents happy.” He’s rambling around it. He squints into the dark, drops it casually as he can muster. “I’m gonna start seeing that country singer, probably. The one with that Kansas song? Our people are setting something up.”

Eddie’s face falls, the sun out with a sentence. “What are we doing here, Harrington?”

Steve’s tone is bleary, sheepish, “What?”

“Been losing my mind this last month. Can’t stand not having you around. But you- you’re dating?”

It’s a shrug, it’s all he's got, “Sure.”

Eddie’s hunched, shoulders tight. He talks small. “You told me you loved me. Before you left.”

Steve huffs a breath. The air is cold. “C’mon. You were like, obliterating my brain with your dick. I say impulsive shit like that all the time.”

He doesn’t. They both know that. 

Eddie clicks his teeth, shakes a whisper. “Nah. You don’t.”

Steve falters, trips on his tongue. He finds his voice low and hoarse, he can barely say it, “Please don’t hold me to it.” 

Eddie won’t look him in the eye. He blinks up at the sky, “I love you. For the record. I um, I never stopped. Guess I’ve been pretty obvious about it.”

“Eddie, c’mon. Don’t do this. It’s not fair.”

“Date Dorothy.” His laugh is glacial. “I don’t mind. It won’t be real, right? Those things never fucking are.”

“I don’t know– it could be.” The ground’s falling under Steve’s feet. “Down the line, or whatever.”

Something cracks, crumples. “I had you. God fucking damnit. I had you and I–”

Steve’s not expecting the sobs until they happen. Flemmed and shaky and pathetic. Those brown eyes silver-wet like moons. 

Eddie pushes his palms into his cheeks. “Sometimes, after you leave, I just stare up at the ceiling and try to invent like, time travel or something. Just to go back and slap the shit outta myself. I was a goddamn coward. Couldn’t face it. Could talk around it, sure. Write it into my songs like that was honest. But, nah, I couldn’t look in the mirror. Definitely couldn’t look at you. I’m facing it now. I need you to know that. It won’t fix all shit I did, won’t fix the stupid fucking way I tried to fix it the first time. It’s there, it’s out, hell, it’s goddamn double platinum.” He sputters it out miserable, “But I am trying. Even if this– if we can’t. Need you to know I’m facing it now. I want to be better.”

Then Eddie looks right at him, looks at Steve like looking is enough to break his heart. “And I don’t wanna be selfish anymore cause it’s poison, Steve. But fuck. I know I don’t deserve it but if you’ll have me, I’ll– I’m there. Whatever way you’ll take me.”

“Eddie.” Steve doesn’t know why he’s here. Why he keeps digging this wound, ripping out stitches.

“Please? Can’t walk away again. Don’t have it in me.”

“Yeah.” Steve laughs. “You only do that when it’s easy.”

Eddie flinches. Shoves a ringed hand into a pocket. “Too late, huh?”

Steve scratches the back of his head and turns on his heel, “We can’t keep doing this.”

He gets as far the kitchen. Eddie quicksteps in front of the counter, blocks his out. But he’s cowering, ducking his head. “Did you um, like the song?”

It swells up all at once, that bone-deep cruelty of it. A gust turned tsunami. “Not really, Ed. Kinda broke my fucking heart.”

“Shit,” Eddie clicks. “Yeah, I, um, I’m not all that good at the grand gesture thing. Probably should have figured that out by now.”

Steve lets it all in. The red that’s been thrumming through his body since this whole thing started. Lets it possess him. He pushes into Eddie’s space, callous and cruel. “You’re really fucking me up, here. Do you know that?”

“I– I’m not trying to.” Eddie blinks. Frustratingly earnest. 

“What we’re doing– Whatever this is. It makes me feel pathetic. I’d be the dumbest asshole on the planet if I took you back.” He’s screaming now. The balcony door is still open. He doesn’t care if anyone hears. He wants them to hear.

Eddie’s lip is shaking. “I’m sorry.”

“I hate you.” Steve murmurs. The red’s coming off in whisps, quicker than it ever had, easier than it should. 

Eddie’s smile is weak. His face is wet. “I know.”

“You ruined me.” He leans in, finds half a punch in it. Last one he’s got. 

Eddie closes his eyes, brow furrowed. “I know.”

“I don’t want anyone else.” He’s tired. Bone tired. Tired of the ache that only ever seems to go away around, well–

Eddie’s guilt is plain. It's all of him. “I’m sorry.”

Steve takes a breath. He thinks about second chances.

“You really want to be with me?”

Eddie looks at him like he’s already burrowed in. Ribs and guts and blood. “Got my priorities way out of whack for a minute there. Jesus, way too many minutes there. But yeah. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.  You’re it for me, Stevie.”

Steve groans, taps his forehead lightly against a shelf. Eddie’s hand lands steady at his arm, awkward and cautious and right. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No.” Eddie says soft. “You’re not.”

“Yeah, I am.” Steve shakes his head. Waves a finger into Eddie’s chest. “You sang Dave fucking Matthews.”

“Don’t remind me, man. They’re gonna start shattering my CDs.” He pauses, sincere as ever. ‘I, uh, wouldn’t take it back though.”

Steve groans again, presses his head into Eddie’s shoulder. “No, you don’t get it. You sang Dave Matthews and now I’m gonna have to call my team and tell them it’s not gonna happen with the country singer.”

Eddie blubbers, big Saturday morning cartoon recalibration. “You’re– what?”

Steve shrugs, catches his eye. “Now I’m gonna have to talk about my coming out journey with Angie at People and dude, she’s been on my ass about it for years. Total sore winner.”

He’s shaking his head, “Harrington… Steve. Stevie.”

But Steve keeps rattling on, “I’m gonna have to tip off the paparazzi that Dark Pines star Steve Harrington was spotted sneaking into Eddie Munson’s brownstone at midnight for a secret rendezvous. Gonna have to go for a jog around the block first thing tomorrow, with like, more hickeys than a teen who just got their first girlfriend.”

“You’ve really thought about this, huh?”

Eddie’s back pushes into the edge of the kitchen counter. And Steve thinks about that photo that forced them together again, about Eddie’s easy grin, about the soft adoration high on his cheeks, about never being so young. He thinks about fucking up and growing up and growing apart and changing. And he smiles against chapped lips that taste like cigarettes and coming home.

And he says, “Gonna have to find someone to give me the hickeys.”

And Eddie lights up like the sun, “I know a guy.”

And Steve, well, he thinks about second chances. 

[3liza]

i spent over an hour looking for a specific wig I need for a shoot and I'm so obliterated by this activity now that my knees are burning and aching. just a complete shit show. the day after tomorrow I've got a Dr appointment I'm supposed to get labs for and haven't which is going to require a fucking Lyft round trip. i feel like I'm making progress on (gestures) all this but at what cost

[spitinsideme]

I JUST WATCHED TROLLS 2 AND 3 AND POMNI AND FAGATHA ARE LITTERALY THAT ONE COUPLE IN TROLL 3 THEY ARE ACTUALLY BRUCE AND HIS WIFEE!!!! THEY ARE THEM!!!!

first of sll, i want to sy that youre completely right and this is kind of them and secomd of all, i am about to be hormh for trolls 2 world tpur delta the country troll because i need to talk aboitit so badly. im putting a warning now that i am going to he HORNY i will get NSFW !!! i jst neees to get this off my chest i domt.care read at your own risk ive warned yo all

for the record, i love and respext women and i think all women are complex and have so muxb to.them. i also am normal

this womaj right here ... this love of my life .. never ib my life hav ei thought that trolls coukd have sex appeal, i domt look st them and think yeah whatever fuckable because they never have. bit her ? her aura lf sadness, her i take no shit thing, her toughness ... god i get the sex appeal now i fucking get it because i want her so .. so badly ...

i want to.fuckimg RIDE her and i donr even mean her horse side i dont want to ride her like a cowgirl bit god if she wants to do it in cowgirl position i happily fucking ill get in posoition ill get rrady and god o will JUMP on whateber thr fucm she will have me juml on i dont even lime dick but if she had one ? im giving the most sloppy, toe curling, gut wrenching, hair pulling, blood sucking, world ending, pussy shatterimg, cock destroying, orgasm overload head of the WORLD. illngive a mew meaning to a blowjob and if she has a pussy shit ill fuckong eat it too id do whatever she wnated id get on my knees for her id hump the FUCK out of her four horse legs shw wpukd have my wetness stuck in her fur for weeks afrer that and id lick kt lff okay id clesn it off for her id use my tongue skills tp do the jlb RIGHR and id ensing eery ssimgle second of having my tomfue on her. i want her to mount me like a fuckong horse i want her on.top of me as i lay stosmxh on.the floor i want her destroying me i want my inskde ANNIHILATED !!!! i want her to fuck me so hard my ovaries become scrambled eggs abd she tames them out, fries them, seasoms them, and serves them to me on a plate and tells me i did a good job with her beautoful southern voice. i want her to literlly obliterate me i want her to trample me i want my stomach lining to be destroyed becayse she wilm shove her hoove so far down my thrlst that it will cause friction burn and make my saliva acidic i liteelaly want her to est me oit and make me see god and have him be disgusted and terrfied at the sounds im makimg he needs to be scared and regret ever making genitals for humans becayse the face and the sounds i will be making will caise him to start planning a homosapien extermaination to start over humanity because hes terrfied of what he created by giving humajs sexual pleasure thats how good she will eat me out.

and.god her voide ? her fucking voice ? her southern accent ???? take me already ??? i want tp make her scream i need to mske her scream i want to.her her say my namewith her southern accent and i want her to call me sweerie throufhout it and ill make sure i please her so much that she will say it bwcause indeserce ir after makung her eyes rolls baxk and her legs kick i wanr her to kick me as shes having an orgasn i aant her o literally send me flying woth her kicks she shpukd kick me so hard that inget internal bleeding but, even with blood driping down my mouth from my lungs being punctured from my broken ribs, i come back.to help ride her throifh her orgasm and give her as many more as she wants i want her pulling my hair until she rips it all out and ingo bald id have a wig eveey single time and id suoer glue it onto my head so i coukd fall how jars shes pulling i wsnt her to pull that superglued wig off every time and i want to have my skull showikg by the ampunt of skin and musfle she pulled off

AND THE HAID ???THE FUCKING HAIE ???? GOD !!!! IM GETTING STARTED ON THAT BECAUSE JESUF FUCKING CHRIST I MEAN JOLLY FUCKING JEEZ ILL DO ANYTHING JUST TAKE ME ALREASY !!! her hair looks sosos soft and i want to touch jt .. i woukd beg for some of her hair, and then id take crochet courses abd lesrn how to crochet and after id do all that and do lots of practice id make knickers and a bra using the hair she had so kindly given me and id wear it every single day every single hour eveeh single minite for all the secknds that pass and it wpukd feel like delta herself touching me everyrwhere in those places for so long id even make fill on clothes out of he rhair and id wear them rverday and id get the appeal of clorhed sex, id never take my clothes off anymore, i woukdnt even have to because just having those clothes on would count as clothed sex becaause of how lustful id feel just wesing them. everyrime id move and the fricrion make the clorhes get mkre omto my body id start sweating, abd the swear would make the cllthes stick mkre tonmy body abd at that point id have the mosr earth desteoyong orgasm, the ground bellw me would be so destroyed that i could see the other side of the world from the hole i jjst created using my hole do you undeeatand ? im gay for herm i want her. i want to make a dildo using her hoove shape, and then i want to make a.cover for it using her hair anr that thong woukd be inside me every single fucking dsy nonstop id neve rtake ir our, by day two it woukd be disimtegrated because of how wet id made ir i woukd mske it out of steel or whateve5 fuckingg stromg ass materail but the poert of my pussy and love woukd get it to disintgerate and go soggy lke paper. that thing woukd merge inside me that it woukd count as a third limb it wpukd count as a whole new beong inside me id name it. my medical records would have tonbe changed to account for the thing i made in her honour because it ould nor officialby be part of me. it woukd be in there forever.

basiclsly, what im trying to say is, i think shes a reallyy cool charavter 👍

[la-pheacienne]

Alright my take about the first episode, as unbiased and neutered down as I can possibly make it. There will be a choosing violence spree but I'm saving it for later, we just started.

Good:

Better wigs

Rhaenyra. Specifically when she comes back and the camera only shows her back and Daemon rushes to her and she says nothing and moves forward and asks for Aemond Targaryen, that was gold. God I want those greens obliterated one by one.

That kid who plays Jace is way too young for me but oh boy. I am not normal when I see him on screen.

Starkfest opening scene and Targ x Stark alliance, how they're so different yet have actual respect for one another. The very heart of asoiaf. Yes.

Jace serving Book!Jon Snow.

Daemon desperately wanting to kill someone and not being able to is hilarious. Let the man commit murder with his own bare hands ffs, thanks.

Thank god we didn't see severed baby heads flying around the room that was a correct writing and directing choice.

Aegon. I really like him. He is the one green player I actually respect as an antagonist because he is disgusting but feels real, with a solid characterization. The acting is just so effortless. He's also different than all the villains we've seen in GoT, I enjoy seeing him on screen. If only this story was adapted properly with focus on Rhaenyra from one side and Aegon on the other, instead of Rhaenicent. If only.

A Lannister being the clown of the group and having a beef with a child, I love the continuity.

Blood and Cheese wandering around the corridors. Watching the entire process prior to the crime, even the less important, gritty details that are normally not the focus of a narrative (like the logistics of reaching the destination) elevates the scene.

Bad:

The actual Blood and Cheese scene was not it. I didn't want to see the head flying around with blood everywhere, yes, but this is such a notorious scene and the writers should have treated it as such. Helaena offering a necklace when they asked for her son was heartbreaking to me, but her reaction when they actually killed her son does not cut it, even if we take her neurodivergence into account. Also the juxtaposition between the horror of the murder and alicole boning could have worked in another context but not here, not for this scene, not when a child just got butchered like that. Very tacky.

Alicent continues to be the main problem of the show. I do not get her motivations, I do not get what she wants, what she thinks or how she feels. I did not get her fight with Otto either. What are they actually fighting about? Where is their disagreement? It is truly not clear because Alicent's stance is not clear.

Rhaenicent being a classic case of tell not show, but I talked about this in a separate post.

Cannot fucking stand Aemond god help me that boy is lifeless. Why did they do this to the actor. Why can't he have more than one expression. Jesus.

Rhaenys girl why. Why. "Would that you were the king" baby girl that is not how this entire thing works. Just, no. Also another victim of the lifeless royal syndrome.

Kind of boring overall but I loved some moments.

[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[miiilowo]

Just saw the post and they don’t know that you are toddler obliterator Afton’s 1 simp

They don't. They are talking shit about me and I am sitting there at the table with them wearing a wig and sunglasses and they cant recognize me

[swappetf11]

Joey's passion for Halloween was legendary among his circle of friends, but this year he planned to elevate it to an unprecedented level. He had always loved not just dressing up but transforming entirely, becoming unrecognizable even to those closest to him. This year, he decided to share this transformative experience with his friends, promising them a group costume experience they would never forget.

Months Before Halloween

The journey began months earlier when Joey convinced his group of friends to agree to a mysterious group costume for Halloween. He covered all costs, asking them only for their trust and participation. Intrigued and a bit apprehensive, they agreed. Joey then introduced them to a team of professional prosthetic FX makeup artists he had hired directly from the film industry. These artists began the intricate process by taking detailed body and face molds of each friend. This was essential for crafting prosthetics that perfectly matched each individual's contours, ensuring not only the realism of the costumes but also their comfort.

The Day of Transformation

On the day of Halloween, Joey's friends arrived at his house early in the morning, excited and curious about what was in store. Joey had orchestrated everything to the smallest detail. All mirrors in the house were covered, ensuring that the first time they would see their transformed selves would be a collective experience.

As the makeup artists began their work, the air was filled with anticipation. Layers of silicone and latex transformed familiar faces into fantastical creations. Changes weren't limited to their faces; body suits altered their heights and shapes, making some taller, others broader. Custom-made dentures were fitted to change their teeth, while high-quality wigs and hairpieces altered their hair drastically. Even their voices were to be disguised, with voice modulators that matched their characters.

The Group Reveal

After hours of meticulous work, the transformation was complete. Joey gathered his friends in a large room where their costumes would finally be revealed. The energy was electric as they all stood in a circle, facing outwards. On Joey's cue, they turned inward and opened their eyes.

The reaction was a mix of shock and awe. No one could recognize anyone else; friends looked like strangers, characters out of a movie or a vivid dream. Their features were so altered—some had elongated ears or exaggerated facial features, others sported scales or furry textures—that the familiar was completely obliterated.

Embracing Their New Personas

As they each took in the other's appearance, laughter and exclamations filled the room. They marveled at the creativity and detail of their costumes, touching the textures and exploring the features. Joey then led them to the unveiling mirror, and the group, still in disbelief, finally saw themselves. The shock turned to excitement as they saw not themselves but entirely new beings.

Encouraged by their reflections, they began to adopt the personalities of their characters. Their movements changed, some becoming more graceful, others more menacing, depending on the character. Voices altered by the modulators, they began to interact, fully embodying the personas crafted for them. Joey watched, a proud orchestrator of this grand spectacle, as his friends lived out the fantasy worlds he so loved to create.

The party that evening was a culmination of their transformation, not just in appearance but in spirit. As they mingled with other guests, they remained in character, enjoying the anonymity and the freedom it brought. They were not just wearing costumes; they had become embodiments of Joey’s creative vision, and indeed, they were the sensation of the night.

The success of the night was palpable, not just in the awards they inevitably won, but in the shared experience of transformation that would become a cherished memory for each of them. Joey knew that Halloween would never be the same again for any of them. This was just the beginning.

Joey had orchestrated a complete transformation for his group of six friends into the bewitching characters from "Hocus Pocus," arranging a grand reveal that would solidify this Halloween as unforgettable.

The Moment of Reveal

In the designated room, Joey positioned his friends in a circle, all facing outwards. At his signal, they turned to face the center, their reactions a mix of shock, joy, and a bit of theatrical horror. Each had been transformed into a key character from the beloved film, their appearances so altered they were unrecognizable to one another.

Joey was Winifred Sanderson, with her distinctive buck-toothed smile and fiery red hair styled into Winifred's iconic heart-shaped updo. His face bore the exaggerated, dramatic makeup that made Winifred both fearsome and comical.

Clara embraced the role of Sarah Sanderson, her long blonde hair flowing in curls, her makeup giving her a hauntingly beautiful look, complemented by the mischievous glint perfectly captured in her eyes.

Tom transformed into Mary Sanderson, his makeup accentuating her unique, twisted smile and the signature mole. His costume puffed at the shoulders, mimicking Mary's robust silhouette.

Mia donned the costume of Billy Butcherson, the zombified ex-lover of Winifred. Prosthetics gave her a decomposed look, with stitched lips and a pallor that screamed 'undead.'

Evan took on the role of Thackery Binx in his human form, with period-appropriate attire and a wig that mimicked Binx’s youthful, colonial hairstyle.

Liz became Dani Dennison, complete with her Halloween witch costume, replete with a pointy hat and a cape, embodying the brave, spirited little sister from the film.

Exploring Their New Personas

As they circled around, examining each other's transformations, the group slipped naturally into their characters. Joey, as Winifred, led with a commanding air, quoting some of her most memorable lines, while Clara, as Sarah, twirled and hummed, embodying the siren's playful allure. Tom, hunched slightly, mimicked Mary’s peculiar way of moving and her constant alertness to her elder sister’s commands.

Mia, as Billy, staggered around with a perfect undead shuffle, managing to grunt and gesture in a way that was both eerie and comical. Evan, portraying Thackery, adopted a protective stance, especially around Liz’s Dani, who clutched her candy bag tightly and looked around with wide, adventurous eyes.

The transformations were so complete and the portrayals so spirited that Joey and his friends felt they had truly stepped out of their own lives and into the enchanting, spooky world of "Hocus Pocus." The experience was not just about wearing a costume but about living briefly as someone wildly different, a testament to the magic of Halloween and Joey’s dedication to an immersive celebration.

Joey's Halloween creation was a masterclass in transformation, each costume a masterpiece of detail that reshaped not only the appearance but also the physicality and presence of his friends. After the initial reveal and embrace of their new identities, Joey orchestrated the next step: the mirror reveal. Up to this point, none had seen themselves, guided by blindfolds as they were dressed, their anticipation building.

The Mirror Reveal

Joey led each friend, one by one, to a full-length mirror. The rest of the group watched, their excitement palpable, as each individual got their first look at their complete transformation.

Joey (Winifred Sanderson): Joey was first. As the blindfold was removed, he was struck by the sight of Winifred staring back at him. The prosthetics altered his face to match her distinctive features, and the body suit adjusted his shape to emulate her robust figure. The detail in the costume, from the texture of the fabric to the aging of the garments, was impeccable. Joey practiced Winifred's commanding gestures, reveling in the authority the costume lent him.

Clara (Sarah Sanderson): Clara gasped audibly when her blindfold was removed. The mirror reflected Sarah's ethereal beauty, with long, flowing blonde hair and captivating makeup that highlighted her alluring eyes. Clara moved gracefully, testing the sway of her costume and the fluidity it offered, perfectly suiting Sarah's seductive yet whimsical demeanor.

Tom (Mary Sanderson): Tom's transformation included a body suit that mimicked Mary's stout form, complete with her characteristic hunched posture. Seeing himself, Tom adjusted his stance, experimenting with Mary's peculiar waddle and her constantly scanning eyes, which added a comical element to his reflection.

Mia (Billy Butcherson): Mia’s reveal was dramatic. The stitches across her mouth rendered her mute, a challenge she embraced by only communicating through muffled grunts and exaggerated, silent-movie-style gestures. Her makeup gave her a haunting, decomposed look, and she staggered back and forth in front of the mirror, fully committing to the zombie's lumbering gait.

Evan (Thackery Binx): Evan, transformed into the heroic Thackery Binx, was dressed in period-appropriate attire. His reflection showed him a young, colonial figure, his posture straightening instinctively to match the noble demeanor of his character. He brushed his hands through the period wig, getting a feel for his character’s youthful energy.

Liz (Dani Dennison): Finally, Liz, dressed as the spirited Dani, smiled wide as she saw her Halloween witch costume come to life. The pointy hat, the cape, and her wide, excited eyes perfectly captured Dani’s adventurous spirit. Liz twirled and laughed, adjusting the cape and practicing her expressions of mock fear and delight.

As each person took in their reflection, the characters of "Hocus Pocus" seemed to come alive in Joey's living room. The transformations were not just physical but emotional and psychological, drawing each friend deeper into their roles. The detailed costumes and prosthetics allowed them to step fully into their characters, altering their movements, reactions, and interactions in a way that was both eerie and thrilling.

As Joey's friends absorbed the shock and wonder of their transformations, each detail of their costumes added layers to their new identities, challenging their usual perceptions of themselves.

Detailed Transformations

Joey and Tom were transformed into the Sanderson sisters, complete with anatomically accurate female prosthetics that reshaped their bodies. These included silicone breast forms and padding around the hips to create the voluptuous figures of Winifred and Mary Sanderson. The artists skillfully blended the prosthetics with their skin, making the additions look natural. This attention to detail extended to their garments, which were tailored to accentuate these new curves, giving Joey and Tom a genuine feel of their characters’ bodies. They moved differently, adjusting to the balance and sway of their new forms.

Mia, taking on the role of Billy Butcherson, underwent a different kind of transformation. Her costume involved compressive elements that flattened her chest, creating the illusion of a more masculine torso. Additional prosthetics provided the appearance of a penis, completing the transformation into the zombified ex-boyfriend of Winifred. The costume was designed to be unsettling yet accurate to the film’s portrayal, with Mia’s movements becoming more lumbering and less fluid, as if rediscovering how to use her limbs.

The Potion and Its Secret

After the mirror revelations, Joey gathered everyone in the kitchen, where he had set up a large cauldron, bubbling with dry ice for effect, to concoct a "potion." Playing into the theme, he handed out goblets as they added various non-alcoholic ingredients, each one chanting playful incantations from the movie as they stirred the brew.

With a theatrical flourish, Joey distributed the goblets, and they all drank together, laughing and continuing to quote lines. The drink was deliciously sweet, masking the real magic Joey had infused into the brew—a potion that would, unbeknownst to his friends, make their transformations last for an entire year.

Off to the Party

The group, now fully immersed in their characters, departed for the Halloween party. They were the center of attention, their costumes far beyond the ordinary, not just in look but in the uncanny way they embodied the characters. Little did they know, as the clock edged towards midnight, the playful fantasy of the evening was about to become a much longer reality.

Joey, the only one aware of the potion's true effect, watched the night unfold with a mix of excitement and apprehension. What had started as a Halloween adventure was set to become a year-long journey in their new skins. The revelation of this truth, when it would eventually come to light, would surely be as shocking as the transformations themselves.

As midnight approached, Joey's anticipation grew. How would his friends react to becoming the characters of "Hocus Pocus" not just for a night, but for an entire year? This Halloween was about to leave a mark on their lives in a way none of them could have anticipated.

As the Halloween party progressed, the effects of Joey's secret potion began to manifest more profoundly in his friends' behavior and physical experiences. Unbeknownst to them, the changes were no longer just external costumes but were becoming their new reality.

Exploring New Realities

Joey and Tom found themselves adapting to their newly acquired forms. Sitting together, they discussed the peculiar sensations of their transformed bodies. Joey, now embodying Winifred Sanderson, couldn't help but be fascinated by the feel of the silicone breasts that now seemed part of him. He explored the sensation discreetly, the weight and movement feeling foreign yet oddly intriguing.

Tom, similarly, was getting accustomed to the hips and the form of Mary Sanderson. The way his costume altered his posture and the distribution of weight around his hips was something he had never experienced. As they sat, they shared a look of bewildered amusement, their conversation turning to how these new bodies moved and felt, a mix of comedy and genuine curiosity coloring their exchange.

Mia, on the other hand, experienced a different kind of revelation. Assigned the role of Billy Butcherson, she found the addition of a prosthetic penis particularly novel. During a trip to the restroom, she experienced what it was like to stand to urinate—a mundane act for many but a completely new experience for her. Mia found herself surprisingly at ease with the change, the functionality of the prosthetic adding a layer of authenticity to her costume that she hadn't anticipated enjoying. The curiosity and novelty of the experience brought a smirk to her face as she realized the practical aspects of her temporary anatomy.

Adjusting to Their New Selves

Each friend, in their own way, began to bond with their new forms. The changes were subtle at first, enough to be dismissed as excellent costume design, but as the night wore on, the lines between costume and reality blurred. Joey's potion had laid the groundwork for these transformations, and as midnight drew closer, the permanence of their situation was still a secret kept only by Joey.

The Halloween party was a tremendous success, and as the clock struck midnight, Joey and his friends were declared the grand prize winners. The announcement came amidst a chorus of cheers and applause, their costumes garnering awe and admiration from everyone at the party. The celebration, coupled with the effects of alcohol, masked the deeper transformation that had been quietly unfolding throughout the evening.

The Morning After

The next morning, Joey's friends awoke, not in their beds as themselves, but still in the form of their "Hocus Pocus" characters. The full realization of their situation hadn't hit them yet as they stumbled out of their rooms, each encountering the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror.

Confusion and panic began to set in as they realized the costumes and makeup were no longer on them—they were them. Joey gathered his bewildered friends in the living room, where the previous night's festive atmosphere had been replaced by an air of uncertainty.

"Okay, everyone, please sit down. I have something important to tell you," Joey began, his tone serious and compassionate. "Last night wasn’t just about winning the costume contest or having the best Halloween. The potion we drank... it was real. It’s going to keep us like this—for a whole year."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Coming to Terms with Their New Reality

"But how? Why would you do this?" Clara asked, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear.

Joey sighed, "I wanted us to win, to have the best costumes ever, to really become our characters. I never imagined it would work this well. I’m sorry—I thought it would be fun."

The shock slowly morphed into a mix of resignation and curiosity. Joey explained that as the day went on, their memories of their former selves would start to fade, replaced by those of their characters. They would fully become Winifred, Mary, Sarah, Billy, Thackery, and Dani—not just in looks but in essence.

Embracing Their New Identities

As the reality set in, the group slowly began to embrace their fate. The initial shock gave way to a tentative acceptance. After all, they had always loved Halloween and the idea of becoming someone else for a night—now they had the chance to extend that adventure for a year.

Mia, still embodying Billy Butcherson, cracked a joke, her voice a perfect imitation of the character's raspy tone, "Well, at least I don’t have to worry about shaving."

Tom, adjusting his skirt, added, "And I’ve got to admit, these curves are kind of growing on me."

They spent the day together, exploring the nuances of their characters, testing their new voices, and adjusting to their new physicalities. As the sun set, they noticed a subtle shift—memories of their past selves fading, like dreams upon waking, and their new, magical personas taking hold.

Joey watched his friends adapt, feeling a mix of guilt and fascination. He had changed their lives drastically, albeit temporarily, and the journey they were now on was something none of them could have prepared for. Yet, as they laughed and shared a meal together that evening, Joey realized that they might just make the most of this unexpected adventure. Joey, after all was now a real witch. what's next.

[xxrobotessaxx]

Therapist anon here, I want you to do an impression of @copper-9spurgatory showing all the reasons you dislike her.

-does a gruff sounding non-accented J impression- I kill anything that moves, I have big scary teeth and claws and I like to terrorize everyone, especially Nate because he's a soft boy. Everyone is a copy, especially me, I love no one but myself! Everyone looks the same to me because of my poor vision, they all look like FOOD! If I hear you singing, I will hunt you down and drink half your oil and mess you up to give you PTSD AND ANXIETY. YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

I'M THE SCARIEST LESBIAN ON THIS PLANET! ROAAAAAAAAR!

-stops impression- Maybe... She was just doing her job I guess, she was sent to kill all drones here... and I'm a drone, and I made her job harder... no wonder she lashed out... But... we could've talked it out... but... I attacked her... Oh... wow... yeah... I kind of deserved her giving a big slash to my wig and obliterating my shoulder. I feel... bad... I want to apologize, but I am scared of her. I think the healthiest thing I can do is avoid her but if I do see her, give her space and respect, but stay close to my J @sd-lowercase-j

[mybraindumpsterfire]

Season 2 General Notes (spoilers!!)

- Wish we could’ve seen more Muriel, I love them so much and they are now my little baby. I wish we could’ve gotten more of them discovering Earth and exploring

- Can’t say I didn’t see Gabriel and Beelzebub coming but I also wish we could’ve gotten a bit more of them to understand them a little more

- Jim was shortlived, wish we could’ve seen more of him being a goober

- Loved Dagon’s greenish skin tone, very cool

- Slay the boots house down yes Mama wig snatched honey with Shax and their “leader” garb

- Sort of glad Nina and Maggie were realistic with getting together because while I do love romance, I appreciated them not making Maggie a rebound for Nina

- That kiss broke me but Aziraphale’s response and reaction obliterated me

- FUCK METATRON, ME AND MY HOMIES FUCKING HATE METATRON, I BETTER NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN UNLESS IT’S ME KICKING YOUR DUMB FLOATING HEAD ASS!

- Wish we could’ve seen Saraqael more, I liked them quite more than I thought I would (for an angel at least)

[cyberphuck]

You’re really gonna show up and try to threaten a drag queen? Have you ever MET a drag queen? Do you know what they do?? They show up in tiny, cramped, definitely-not-up-to-fire-code venues, put on 500lbs of sequins, makeup, 76 inch platform boots and wigs reinforced by steel beams, stand under 800 degree stage lights, and dance their asses off in routines that would make most Olympic athletes pass out from exhaustion. A threatened drag queen will impale you with a mic stand, beat you to death with a shoe that weighs more than an African bull elephant, smother you with a chicken cutlet, use your blood as flawless eyeliner and then strut onstage and do cartwheels to “It’s Rainin’ Men” while the audience screams themselves hoarse like they’re gazing upon the sublime visage of God. Yes, a drag queen, if threatened by your crusty turd-reich cosplaying ass, will fucking obliterate you. But here’s the kicker: They travel in packs.

[leaf-storm-40]

got obliterated by a classmate for making fun of powdered wigs

[writer59january13]

Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold...

Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold... each candidate for president of United States and therefore witness a duel (to the death) between Biden and Trump to determine who occupies Oval Office as forty seventh Chief executive of the federal government. Since both the Democratic and Republican contenders for prospective commander in chief offer pathetic odds evening the prospect of the latter or former winning an unequivocal fair and four square bilateral contest firing a gun after being positioned back to back, then counting of so many paces before turning around and facing off. Neither combatant could be identified, cuz head to toe bullet proof vests would encapsulate every square inch of vulnerable flesh rendering incognito dead giveaway characteristics, and a wig would don their numbskull at a given signal communicated thru bluetooth headset high powered firearm cocked and raised ready to aim at opponent instantaneously caught in the crosshairs premature ejaculations punctuated sound of silence, a mortally wounded wimp versus over stuffed ego freezer also suffering a fatal shot as madding crowds roar with deafening frenzied ballistic approval atavistic gone ape primal screaming decreeing spoken explosion of anarchy. All hell broke loose likened to burst dam where humanity witnessed annihilation into balkanization into capitulation, disintegration into evisceration, into factionalization, into horrification into insubordination into jubilation, liquidation into militarization into nullification into obliteration into promulgation, radicalization, tribulation, and veneration. Suddenly out of bedlam deft ferocious hoodlum jump/kick started linkedin nationalistic predation rebranded travesty vocalizing xenophobia zealously attracting craven egocentric gambling inimitably kleptomaniacal, mercurial, opportunistic quixotic, sensational uber wordsmiths reductio absurdum expostulating non-sequiturs endowed with hidden wisdom.

Though ordinarily a non violent (unrepentent punster to boot)

amazingly graceful aging hippie even while in utero I played role of embryonic peace monger – marching within the womb

despite the cramped quarters, especially as I got closer to term

and occupied avast area of the uterus, my mother participated

in numerous rallies exposing me to socially progressive events

no surprise when yours truly babbled on about revolutionaries.

[a-silent-observer]

I must not buy gray wig. Gray wig is the mind-killer... Gray wig is the little death that brings total obliteration......

[raptorrepairservice]

This is a little orange blossom toy that has been omnipresent in my room for years now and I've decided I will be obliterating her into something new

This is my character who has not unlike the orange blossom toy been omnipresent in my mind for five years now. I have been wanting to make some kind of doll of it for years now, but I have a habit of starting things that never get finished and it always felt to daunting to even bother starting. I hope the small size of the doll will help with that. Im sewing the weird arm things and putting a wire in them to hold a shape, then painting them. They dont need to be articulate so I dont need to worry much about chipping. I've already started modifying her head and shaving the boots off. I will probably end up painting most of the clothes as I dont have the rigjt color fabric right now.

This was the hardest part of the whole project i hope. I had to pull all her hair out from outside as none of my tweezers fit throug the hole. I dont even know why I did this. I planned to make a faux fur wig from the start. Help.

I've started the arm things by now but I dont have any photos. I will update whenever I have more things finished. Or started. Who knows 👾