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[echoes-of-courage]

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[sailor-aviator]

Will You Be My Boo?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend invites you over for a little pumpkin carving competition.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Competition, Bradley Bradshaw.

Word Count: 1,381

A/N: Alright! My first one-shot! I know it's a bit on the short side, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless! I'd love to start doing more of these (and hopefully make them longer as we move forward), but for now, I have a couple more planned and then we'll see what happens! My inbox and requests are always open, so feel free to shoot me a message! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you like my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

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You giggled as your boyfriend pulled you into his apartment. You took note of the large, plastic tarp that was draped across his living room floor. The furniture was pushed off to the side to make room, and two, large pumpkins sat on opposite ends of the tarp surrounded by various carving tools.

“What’s all this, bubba?” You asked him, turning to look up at him. Bradley smirked down at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Thought we could have some fun carving pumpkins,” he mumbled against your lips. You hummed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Bradley slid his hands down your sides, resting them on your rear, squeezing gently. You gasped into the kiss, allowing Bradley to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking at you eagerly. Your fingers ran through his chestnut locks, pulling lightly, and Bradley groaned, breaking the kiss to look at you. His cheeks were red, lips swollen from the kiss. After three years of dating, you still got butterflies from seeing him like this.

“I asked you to come over for a reason,” he scowled at you.

“You’re the one who kissed me,” you teased. Bradley placed a small slap to your ass, earning a squeak as he pulled away. He chuckled, pulling you further into his apartment and onto the tarp.

“What’s the plan, Stan?” You asked him, earning a look which made you let out another giggle. He rolled his eyes, but smiled softly as he looked at you.

“Jake told me about this trend going around,” he started. Your brow shot up.

“Since when do you listen to Jake?” You laughed. He scowled at you, gesturing for you to sit down on the ground. You did so, crossing your legs.

“So, he told me about this trend,” Bradley continued, “where people compete to see who can carve the best pumpkin.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “How does it work?”

“We’re going to sit here, facing away from each other, and we can’t look at what the other is carving until we’re both finished.”

“I don’t know, babe,” you smirked. “I’ve carved a lot of pumpkins. How many have you carved?”

“I’ve carved plenty of pumpkins,” he scoffed at you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carve one.”

“Is this you saying you’re too scared that I’ll win?” He teased, a grin on his lips. It was your turn to scoff.

“You wish, Bradshaw,” you chuckled, moving to turn around to face your pumpkin. “I’m so winning this competition.”

“Yeah, we’ll just see about that,” Bradley smirked, turning to face his own pumpkin. “Remember, no peaking! I don’t need you cheating off of me.”

“I think that’s my line, Bubs.”

About forty-five minutes later, you were staring proudly at your simple, but classic, design. The pumpkin stared back at you with its toothy grin, and you were all but assured in your victory. Bradley could barely draw a stick figure, so you weren’t sure what possessed him to think that he would win a pumpkin carving contest against you. You cast a sly glance over your shoulder, eyeing the expanse of your boyfriend’s broad back. You smiled gently, hoping with everything in you that you would get to see it for the rest of your life.

It was no secret that you and Bradley were madly in love, and you had known early on into the relationship that he was it for you. Bradley made no secrets about feeling the same, but whenever someone asked when he would pop that most important question, he would shrug, a lazy smile on his face as he said, “we don’t want to rush things. We’re happy with how things are, right, babe?”

And you were, for the most part. But you couldn’t help but wish for the day you would get to wear a beautiful, white dress as you walked down the aisle to pledge the rest of your life to the man at your side.

Bradley peeked over his shoulder at you, and you quickly turned around, trying to hide your smirk at having been caught.

“I thought I said no peeking?” He rasped, his breath fanning over your cheek. You opened your mouth to respond, but let out a squawk as you felt the slimy entrails from his pumpkin hit your cheek. You turned to give an incredulous look to your boyfriend who was already watching you with a shit eating grin.

“Bradley Bradshaw, you did not-”

He raised his hand to smear another glob of pumpkin guts onto your other cheek, laughing as you fought between the need to laugh and the need to strangle him. Bradley let out a giggle at the sight of you, one that melted into a gasp as you took your own handful of pumpkin and smeared it across his face.

“Oh, now you’re in for it!” He laughed, scooping up even more entrails as he moved to stand. You shrieked as you attempted to dodge him, scrambling to your feet in the process.

“Bradley, no!” You hollered through fits of laughter. Bradley wrestled you to the ground, smearing the entrails on your face and hair. When you thought you would pass out from lack of oxygen due to all of your laughter, Bradley pulled back, inspecting his work. You were sure you looked a mess, feeling all of the pumpkin guts sticking to your skin and matting your hair. He gazed down at you softly as you fought to breathe through your giggles.

Bradley leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving to your cheeks and finally placing one on your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured. You felt heat rise to your face, and you placed a hand to his cheeks.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you whispered. The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you moved to stand. Bradley pulled away to allow you space, offering you his hand as you both stood. You took it with a grateful smile, looking over to where his pumpkin sat.

“Alright,” you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows. “Let’s see who won this thing.”

Bradley chuckled, gesturing for you to go and take a look. You took the few steps around him, peering down at the gourd. Etched clumsily into the outside were the words “will you be my boo?” You giggled at the pun, and wondered where your boyfriend even came up with it. Bradley wasn’t the most creative, but what he lacked in imagination, he certainly made up for in effort. It was one of the many things you admired about him.

“I dunno, babe,” you smiled, turning around to face him. “I think I won the-”

You sucked in a breath of air at the sight before you. Bradley was kneeling down on one knee, a ring in his hands. The ring was simple, but beautiful, and you felt the tears in your eyes before you could stop them.

“Y/n,” Bradley rasped, his own tears gathering on his lash line. “You are without a doubt, the most beautiful, smart, amazing woman I have ever met. I don’t know how I managed to get you to agree to become my girlfriend all those years ago, but now I’m hoping I can somehow convince you to become my wife instead. I love you so, so much it hurts. Will you marry me?”

A sob tore its way from your throat as you nodded vigorously, reaching out for him. Bradley stood up, pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. This is where you belonged. You knew because you fit perfectly in his arms, and you never wanted to leave.

“Yes, Bradley,” you sniffled, looking up at him. “A thousand times yes.”

Bradley grinned down at you so widely you were sure his cheeks hurt. He slipped the ring onto your finger and leaned down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, one you returned with vigor.

“It’s not much,” he said, pulling away to look down at where the ring rested on your finger, stroking over it gently. “But, I hope it’s enough.”

“Oh, Bradley,” you sighed, leaning your head against his chest. “It’s perfect in every way.”

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[lu-vin-it]

Parties, Zombies, And Hayrides

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Summary: You miss your first halloween party post apocalypse, but Daryl makes it up.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1,059

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to @stqrluvr for proofreading

“I’m sorry.. by the way.” You look at Daryl in shock.

“For what?”

“For you having to come with me.” You look at the ground.

“I don’t mind going on runs with you, D.”

“You were looking forward to the party. I know you were. Wouldn’t shut up about the costume you put together.” You shrug.

“Maybe next year. It’s no big deal.” You were lying to yourself. It was a big deal. Halloween had always been your favorite holiday, for obvious reasons, you weren’t able to do anything for it for years. But this year there was going to be a party, and you were dying to go, to get that sense of normalcy back. But of course, something came up and you had to go on a run. Typical.

“Maybe next year?” Daryl scoffs. “You and I both know next year ain’t a promise.” You sigh.

“What do you want me to say, D? That yes, I am disappointed? That I’m upset at Deanna for making me go tonight?” You look at him.

“Yeah. Kinda.” You roll your eyes.

“Do you see any walkers?” He shakes his head.

“Me either. Cover me while I go in.” You go inside the warehouse without waiting for a response.

“Y/N!” Daryl whisper-shouts. You ignore him and keep walking, placing your gun in its holster to grab your backpack. Daryl walks in behind you, gun still drawn.

You start piling supplies into your bag, completely oblivious to the walker coming up behind Daryl. A faint growl pulls you up, you turn to look at Daryl and see the walker barely two steps behind him. You draw your knife and quickly push the man aside to stab the walker.

“Thanks.” You pull the knife out of the walker's skull.

“Of course, D.” You look into Daryl’s eyes. The same eyes you’d been looking in for reassurance since the beginning of the apocalypse, the same eyes you fell in love with. “At least I got to see a zombie, am I right?” Daryl rolls his eyes.

“You know, I still don’t really get the whole Halloween thing.” You smile.

“That’s ‘cause you’ve never had a Halloween with me. Man.. if I could, I’d take you to a pumpkin patch… make you ride a hayride.”

“A hayride?”

“Yeah! They hook a trailer up to a tractor, fill the trailer with hay and hay bales, and then you get on and they take you on a drive. It’s fun. You get hay stuck everywhere— and I do mean everywhere— but it’s fun.”

“Was that your favorite part of Halloween?” You purse your lips in thought.

“No. I think carving pumpkins was my favorite part. My friends and I used to do little carving competitions. I’d win every time, of course.” Daryl gives you a ‘really?’ look.

“You can’t even draw a map, you tellin’ me you can carve a face in a pumpkin?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Okay fine, I won once. Buzzkill.” You shake your head. “What’d you do?” He shrugs.

“Watched a movie maybe. Go to the bar. Nothing special.” You nod.

“As expected.” You sigh and lean back down to gather more stuff. “I hope everyone is having fun back home.”

By the time you get back to Alexandria, everyone— other than those on patrol— was already asleep. You sadly walked back to your house with Daryl.

A week later you were sitting on your couch reading your favorite book when Daryl came in.

“D! Mud on your boots! What have I told you?” You jokingly chastise as you jump up to kiss him. “How was patrol?”

“Huh? Oh. I didn’t go. Had Glenn cover.” You cock your head to the side.

“Where’ve you been since five a.m. then?”

“Get your shoes on and I’ll show ya.” You squint your eyes at him.

“What’d you do?” He shrugs.

After being led to the opposite end of Alexandria, Daryl finally brings you to one of the empty houses.

“Go inside.” He says. You slowly do, revealing a fully Halloween decorated house.

“D? What.. What is this?” You ask with a smile.

“You’re throwing another party. ‘Sposed to start in an hour.. so you should get ready.” You gape at him.

“Daryl.. you did this?” He shrugs and looks at the ground. “I can’t believe you did all this. Gosh I love you.” You grab his face and kiss him hard. “You’re the best, you know that?” He blushes.

“Hush.”

“It’s true. C’mon I can finally show you the matching costumes I got us!” He furrows his brows.

“Matching what now?”

Daryl politely declined— “I ain’t wearing that shit.”— to wear the costume you put together for him, but you didn’t care a bit. Everyone was complimenting the two of you on the party, and you were just glad that you got to make everyone happy.

At around midnight, Daryl pulled you outside.

“Got one more thing to show you.” You stare at your boyfriend in disbelief.

“There’s more?” He nods.

“C’mon.” He grabs your hand and drags you down the road.

You walk on the road for about five minutes and then veer off to a small farming area. You walk past the crops and stop when you’re besides the greenhouse.

“Close your eyes.” You cover your eyes with your hand.

“Okay!” Daryl places the hand that wasn’t holding your own and gently guides you forward a few steps. He then turned you and guided you a couple more steps.

“Alright.. you can look now.” You move your hand slowly to see what looks like a barrel full of leaves hooked up to Daryl’s motorcycle. “Didn’t have hay so I used what I could.” Your face breaks out into a grin with the realization that this was a hay ride. He made you a hay ride.

“Daryl.. I don’t know what to say to you. You.. You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met.” He blushes and scratches the back of his neck.

“You gettin’ in or what?”

“I think I need a kiss first.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get in.” You do, as quickly as you can.

“Is this safe?” Daryl shrugs, getting onto his motorcycle.

“Guess we’ll find out, I’ll go slow.”

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[xxsycamore]

👻🕸️🦇 IKEVAMP SUITORS IN A HORROR-MOVIE SETTING ! 🦇🕸️👻 (headcanons)

Happy Halloween! Yes, this includes all 17 suitors. I'm no expert on the genre but I thought this might be fun! Some of them die. I'm sorry. Warnings: everything that can appear in a horror movie really, including mentions of death, mass murder, blood, gore, torture, cults.

If you feel like reading something more goofy where everyone lives, try Pumpkin Carving Competition At Saint Germain’s Mansion or maybe even “Welcome to Saint Germain’s mansion, please have a fang-tastic night.” 

𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

The "okay guys, we need a plan" guy and welp, he has a sword, he is willing to walk in front, why not trust him? 👍🏻✨He's totally the one to hide being infected because come on, how are they gonna get out of there alive if the leader is down? Has a dramatic scene where he's fighting off the transformation in secret. Ends up being saved by someone and survives.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎

Leonardo is the one you find along the journey, mistaking for an enemy at first as you get into his trap... when it actually turns out he's been there long before you, surviving all alone in this post-apocalyptic setting, adapted to it, prepared for every danger out there with gadgets he made himself! He might not stay alive until the end but plays a key role in the plot.

𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐓

He tried to warn them not to do anything stupid... He's now stuck suffering from the group's bad decision-making. He doesn't even know how he ended up there. Mozart is that one character that you're supposed to hate for being an asshole. At one point he falls in danger that specifically relates to a fear of his, and when everyone expects him to sacrifice another person to save himself, he does the opposite. He seemingly dies right there, breaking everyone's hearts, only to be revealed at the very end that he managed to survive!

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 (credits for the idea goes to @scummy-writes guys she can write a whole fic of those I swear,, it's been such a pleasure listening to her)

Isaac needs to be saved five minutes into the movie... which writes him off as the weaker one from the get-go. This is going to be bad if the situation comes to "we gotta leave someone behind or we all die here!" - but hey, DON'T LEAVE ISAAC BEHIND IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE! Because the next thing you know everyone falls into this deadly trap that only HE can figure the way out of, using his big brain skills. His worth has been proved! Everyone loves him now! And all he wants is to go back home and never go on a trip with these guys ever again!

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

I'm sorry, Arthur dies first. The others are trying to warn him about the cases of victims who've been sucked to a dry husk and he's like "later virgins, i have a date tonight". Yeah his date totally killed him. Bonus points if we're dealing with vampires here, because irony. It's fine though, he's still important to the plot after he dies, because we find his writing diary and he left important cues there while trying to escape from his killer. Maybe he even came close to the truth! He knows his mystery genre stuff after all...

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒

Theo just does NOT believe paranormal exists, not even after witnessing it with his own two eyes. Worst part, he tries to convince the others too. "My broer IS NOT POSSESSED!" Uhuh! Okay Theo! You just saw cryptic images appear on his canvas without him even moving the brush but I guess he was just trying a new painting technique!! And he levitates too and his eyes are tar black but what do we know... Once Theo realizes the situation, he's out there swinging a bat (sexy), ready to beat the shit out of whatever caused this, and he's good at it. Don't worry about him dying.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Poor baby Vincent is every sinister ghost/demon's number-one target. Vincent listens to the voices. He sympathizes with them! He makes friends with them! Maybe he doesn't even need to be possessed at this rate... Same story with joining a cult, honestly. When their bad intentions begin to come to light, Vincent puts up a fight and is suddenly not as easy to control as they thought.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍

Jean might take some bullets from our main cast while someone shouts "IT WON'T DIE!" but it's fine he's used to it... he's been dead for quite some time and not just inside. Jean is probably the result of some sick experiment about making an immortal army of warriors and. It's sad. But it's fine because he joins the protagonists now! He's friend! I hope they apologize for calling him a monster. No, he doesn't die by the end of the movie, but at what cost?

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

"Oh, it was just Dazai." Of course it was, someone has to be that one idiot that scares the shit out of everyone until he becomes the boy who cried wolf. Which usually ends with death! I'm sorry Dazai. At least they can take him seriously now and pay some more attention to the strange things he kept on saying.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄

A very old-school villain! Bonus points if the setting is modern yet he still has a villain's lair and all that. There's something beautiful and tragic about him and he probably dramatically lets himself be defeated even if he had a chance to escape. Everyone will remember him. Mostly for the mental and physical torture, but still.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄

"But we have one hour left until the curse kills us all, how are we gonna get there on time?!" *sounds of safari jeep pulling over* "Someone ordered a ride?" - yeah. Comte is here to save the day with the power of money friendship. And not just that! Who is the one who suddenly remembers a family heirloom that is as old as time and suspiciously shaped exactly like the key they're searching for? I also want him to lose an eye or a limb for some reason... just for a little touch of gore maybe?

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍

Gods, Sebastian is the only prepared one, bless him for that. He's read all about that urban legend while everyone's been busy denying its existence. He is not scared at all, too... you might wonder if he's just geeking out during all of this bloody mess or something. He's so important, please don't let him die please don't let him die... he died.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒

The villain's aide that infiltrates the protagonists' group. By the time his betrayal scene happens and he nearly kills three members of the group with a chainsaw, we get a glimpse of his trauma and that's the key to sucessfully talking him out of doing it, eventually disarming him and catching him. He manages to escape and maybe later returns as an ally! Yay!

𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓

Gods he's scary. I'm not watching this. Of course he's the killer, what did you expect? Has a tragic backstory of being used by an even more fucked-up killer in the past to do the dirty work for - and kept doing it even after getting rid of them himself, because that's the only thing he knows how to do. You can't fix him.

𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐃

IT'S HIMMM he's the scary little boy from the photos and the same scary little boy that always shows up in the rose garden and his soul just won't rest in peace!! Shows up in his adult form plenty too, just expect his expression to twist into something horrible every second. He needs to be sealed forever somewhere and it would take three sequels to get to know what would actually defeat him once and for all.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄

... I'm sorry but there definitely is a lighthouse in this movie. And you can totally trust Drake! The poor guy's body just washed up for you to discover, tragically drowned-oh, wait no, he's breathing. He's totally not the same sailor who died around here many, many years ago. He's gonna keep you good company in the lighthouse alone for miles.

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐎

Galileo is the one who saw the Thing™ with his own eyes, while he was watching the stars one night ages ago. He dedicated not only his massive research but also his life to this, yet noone believes him. If he somehow manages to find that one missing piece that connects everything together, he will die a horrifying death before he can even share it with the main cast. Rip...

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[7ndipity]

Run!BTS Halloween Pumpkin Carving Special

Ot7

Summary: Just crack headcannons about how letting them carve jack-o-lanterns is a bad idea

Warnings: overuse of the word pumpkin, not proofread,

A/N: Did anyone ask for this? No. But it’s my blog and I’m gonna post them anyway bc they make me laugh to think about.(also, I wrote this out at like one am last night, so sorry it’s a mess)

Masterlist

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Everything starts out normal enough: the intro plays, Jimin starts the “Run!” “BANGTAN!” and everyone cheers. The normally all white soundstage is decorated with black and orange streamers, faux bats and spider webs hanging everywhere.

“Since it’s October,” The director starts to explain. “It’s September though.” Jin mumbled. “It’ll be October when this airs, shh.” Hobi shushes him. “Since it’s almost Halloween,” The director tries again. “We thought Army would enjoy seeing you display your creativity by carving and decorating pumpkins.”

They show the table covered in various carving and decorating tools, from paints and stickers to carving knives.

They give them like an hour to decorate their pumpkins, saying they’ll be giving out points for skill and originality, and the winner gets a prize(that’s probably food) before starting the clock and the carving/decorating begins.

Almost immediately, it’s a mess.

Everyone’s complaining about the pumpkin smell, Jimin and Jin have mini heart attacks watching Namjoon try to get a handle on using the carving knives, begging him to please just use the paints or smth but nope. Hobi is moreso doodling on his pumpkin with the pens, only using the knives to cut eye holes. Tae seems to be plotting some sort of tribute to an artist from the 1950s. Jimin’s just designing a lil chibi guy.

“YAH Namjoon!” Tae suddenly yells, noticing that the elder member has managed to catch his sleeve in the yellow paint Tae had been using, too busy trying not to throw up from the pumpkin smell to realize, leaving a bright trail across the table.

Jin and Jungkook start bickering over smth and end up chucking pumpkin guts at each other from opposite ends of the table.

Jimin tries to get up and move to avoid getting hit by the mess, but ends up just slip-sliding around in the debris(cut to a flashback to the same situation during the slip n slide soccer ep), before giving up and just ends up sitting on the floor behind the table.

Hobi also takes cover, hiding under the table in an attempt to shield his pumpkin and himself from the chaos.

Yoongi makes a crack about having flashbacks to military training.

Tae is just giving Jk all the guts from his own pumpkin to use as ammo against Jin, telling him to aim for the face. At this point, he and Yoongi are the only two still in their original seats, working mostly unbothered.

We then have a brief intermission as things are cleaned up.

The set is much cleaner now, there’s no more pumpkin carnage, but Jin and Jungkook’s hair is still noticeably sticky looking. It honestly feels like a miracle that there’s even finished products to see.

Joon’s is a slightly mangled mess, as if he dropped it(he did). Jimin’s looks cute, the face is slightly lopsided and one tooth is slightly chipped, thanks to the earlier chaos. Hobi’s is either super cute or unnervingly creepy. Tae’s is just a bunch of abstract shapes. Jin’s is a classic triangle face. Jungkook’s looks pretty good, and would've had more detail if he’d spent more time on it rather than fighting Jin. Yoongi’s is either super detailed like Jk’s, or is literally just three holes gouged into it to look like the OoO emoji.

(y’all can tell me who you think the winner is lol!)

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[lunavenefica]

⛤SAMHAIN: History and Meaning⛤

Samhain is the holiest and most important Sabbat of the whole wheel of the year; it combines a number of elements: the agricultural crop, the wild crop, the transition of the autumn season into a winter temperature and the commemoration of the day of the dead. 

It is the time to remember our ancestors and our loved ones who greeted us, and as a solemn time it should tend towards contemplation of the mystery of life and death as taught by the ancients. 

Samhain is a time for introspection, to empty the false of our mind, heart and soul. It is time to heal the source of our deepest wounds and those we have inflicted on others, before time overtakes us. It is the time when we can learn to see clearly. 

The true victory of self is in the cauldron. Now we need to look at the nature of our motives and the outcome of our actions. 

Samhain is the time to communicate and listen to others, a time of death, of the thought of the ancestors and what we are thanks to them.

The leaves are falling, the apples are ripe, and the ice is on the ground. 

There is the scent of Autumn, an indescribable smell of October - pumpkins, apples, cinnamon, dry leaves and beer. 

Samhain approaches and the veil between the worlds gets thinner every night. 

You can feel it in the air that the Otherworld is approaching and the sunlight turns into sunset light. Our ancestors are celebrated in Samhain, it is the time of the dead and the dying. 

The spirits of the departed are closest to our hearts, at this time when even the earth is dying.

A melancholy and introspective mood descends upon us in this dark time of ends and completions; and therefore possible rebirths. 

In the growing shadows, darkness and fog prevail while the trees give off their colorful leaves, taking the appearance of skeletons.

This was also the time when cattle were killed for meat to be consumed in the winter months (the symbolic death of the wheat God). 

All the cereals still in the fields after Samhain were considered taboo, no one could collect them and became an offering for the spirits of nature.

⛤Samhain is the best known of all Wicca Wheel of the Year celebrations. And there is a reason for all of this. Obviously, first of all it is a festive Sabbat

and above all it is the only Sabbat that people recognize as a pagan festival  and they love to celebrate it anyway. 

In years past, the Christian Church decided, according to the tradition of the time, that people could hold this festival that they were so attached to, but that it needed a new name. He also decided that instead of being a feast to celebrate all the dead, it was to be transformed into a celebration of the dead saints. 

So the party turned into the best known Halloween.

⛤Our ancestors used to protect themselves this night, cutting out faces in vegetables and placing them near the windows. 

This gave birth to the so-called Jack o 'Lantern pumpkin. 

These carved pumpkin faces were placed next to the windows to keep the spirits of this night away. 

Being the veil of the subtle worlds, it was not only the ancestors who returned to earth, but all the people of the Underworld.

⛤Samhain is obviously the end of the "summer" mid-year(The Celts divided the year into two parts, summer and winter). 

It is also the last harvest before the snow. 

It is the opposite black of Beltane, announces the role of the Dark and celebrates the Crone. It is also considered the first of the witchcraft year. 

Since the Celts considered time to be circular rather than linear, the night is both the end and the beginning of the year. 

For this reason, Samhain is a feast of divination and a time for the dead. 

A night of contradiction where life and death, opposite but parts of the same cycle, were celebrated together.

⛤Sometimes most people think that this holiday is to venerate an evil god by the name of Samhain, but this deity does not exist in any Celtic or European pantheon. 

It is a literary creation of the twentieth century, without a foundation of reality. 

Fables of Druids who left pumpkins at the doors of families who had provided sacrifices for Samhain (Satan). 

This is not TRUE! Samhain today is famous as Halloween, and obviously still has much of the old Celtic tradition, despite the church's attempts to turn it into a day of prayer for the pantheon of saints.

⛤The best known aspect of Samhain is the Festival of the Dead. It is a night to honor ancestors, to celebrate their lives and to respect their memories. It is a time when families get together and listen to stories about the life of their great grandparents and legends about kings and their knights. It was believed that on this night, the dead could return to earth to find the living. It was common practice to prepare the table even for those who have recently died and to leave food for their wandering souls. Lights should have been placed on windows and along streets to guide the spirits of the night.

Witchfully Yours,

⛤Isidora⛤

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[tellmealovestory]

Hayride

Summary: It's your second date with Eddie and you have high hopes it'll turn out better than the first.

Sequel to Apple Cider

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint really hard, not as much as awkwardness as the first part.

Spooktober Masterlist

The second date begins the same as the first, only better.

Eddie picks you up after your shift at Family Video again, this time on time. Butterflies fill the pit of your stomach, their wings flapping away as you look at him and Eddie for his part still looks just as nervous as if he still hasn’t gotten the hang of how to behave around someone of the opposite sex.

Robin behaves herself a little better, only calling out around cupped hands still loud enough for the businesses down the block to hear, “you two have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You up for an adventure?” he asks, opening the van door and closing it once you’re settled into the passenger seat. When he slides into the driver’s seat you’re thankful that when he starts the van up no blaring metal music blasts from the speakers to make your eardrums bleed. 

However, that means you’re left with the struggle of trying to make your brain and mouth work in tandem in an effort not to make another fool of yourself.

He begins driving towards your destination and it’s only after a few seconds of silence that you finally find your voice to answer him. “Maybe. It doesn’t involve anything too extreme like rock climbing or parachuting out of a plane does it?” 

Eddie scoffs and then lets out a bark of laughter that makes your insides melt and you’re relieved to find that the earlier nerves you experienced are beginning to lessen a little, but your palms are still slick with sweat that you subtly try to wipe off on your skirt.

“No, no, nothing that extreme. Less you’re into that kind of thing,” he starts before hastily adding, “I’m flexible with our plans.” When you give a quick shake of your head no, that you’re not into that kind of stuff he continues with a little softer voice and cheeks that are starting to turn pale red. “Steve sort of uh suggested this. Said there’s a hayride. Thought it could be kind of fun since you seemed to like the festival.” 

You’ve never been on a hayride before and your eyes brighten a little at his or maybe Steve’s plans for your second date. 

“I’d like that,” you say, voice just as soft as his. Glancing at him through your lashes the doubts and memories of that first date still ring through your mind so you clear your throat before speaking again. “Are you okay with that though? You didn’t seem too enthused at the carnival.” 

Eddie flinches at being called out, teeth biting at his tongue and he grips the steering wheel a little tighter in his hand. He glances at you before turning back to the road and lies through his teeth. “I’m great with it. Love a good hayride.”

The smile you reward him with makes the lying worthwhile in the end. 

The rest of the ride is filled with a comfortable silence and in it you hope he can’t hear how loud your heart is galloping in your chest. Pulling up to a large field you’re surprised at all the vehicles are already here, but once you hop out of his van you both manage to navigate the crowds with more ease than you had at the fall festival.

There’s a pumpkin patch to your left with kids running through playing tag and a few couples picking out pumpkins for carving or mere decoration. The barn straight ahead is lit up like a church, tables lined in the front selling apple and pumpkin pie a la mode and hot chocolate and coffee for when the sun sets and the midwest air starts to chill. 

To the right of the barn there’s a little shed selling apple cider and even feet away you can smell the spicy aroma that takes you right back to that first date.

Eddie sees you staring at the drink stand and quips, “uh uh, don’t even think about it, sweetheart, after last time? Think we should be banned from having apple cider anywhere near us.” 

The pet name makes your breath hitch and your eyes grow wide, it’s the first time a guy has ever called you sweetheart. You like it. Especially when it’s coming from his lips. Ducking your head down and biting your lower lip another giggle spills out and you try to talk, to tell him that you don’t think wasps come out at night and that one apple cider won’t hurt, but the words are lodged in your throat and oh god you really thought a second date would be easier. 

“Okay,” you start, “no apple cider, but maybe a hot chocolate afterwards? That seems like a safe option.”

“Deal.” His smile is wide and bright and contagious. Resting his palm lightly on your lower back he guides you towards the growing line for the hayride. 

The line moves slowly, everyone stepping up carefully on the steps and finding a seat on the large trailer piled high with hale bales. Conversation around you is loud making it hard to talk with Eddie, but that might be a good thing given your tongue is still getting stuck to the roof of your mouth and all you can focus on is the heat of his palm through your sweater on your lower back.

When it’s your turn to board the trailer like the gentleman he is he helps you up the stairs, hand only leaving your back once you’re seated near the end. He joins you after a few seconds and when his knee bumps into yours you get an electric shock that flows through your veins and startles you a bit.

“This is a normal hayride, right? Nothing haunted or scary is going to jump out at us?” You ask softly, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. The horses up front start to neigh and the chatter you experienced while standing in line has died down as an excitement ripples through the patrons. 

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, nerves pricking in his bloodstream because he’s not entirely sure and he silently curses Steve for not giving him more information. But with how many families and kids are around it’s gotta be a normal one, right? 

It’s only once the horses begin their slow and measured trot through the well worn path and wooded area that he finally answers your question with what he hopes is the correct response. “Normal. Nothing scary to be worried about. Less you’re afraid of the big bad woods and the witch that haunts it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and a kid who can’t be more than four or five sitting across from you widens their eyes and buries their head in their mothers forest green coat. 

It’s not funny, it’s really not and you chalk the laughter that starts to seep out from the nerves and when the mother notices she shoots you a sharp glare that only makes you laugh harder. Eddie finds your reaction absolutely adorable and he joins in on your laughter before offering the mother and child a quick apology.

The trees are bursting with those brilliant fall colors of reds and oranges and yellows that always makes you feel grateful to live here in the autumn. The air has just a hint of a chill and you’re glad you wore an oversized sweater to keep you warm.

As the horses continue their trot and the ground begins to grow a little more uneven you find yourself jostled into the hard edges of his body. The heat in your cheeks flares up and the apologies tumble so hard and fast from your lips that Eddie has to put a stop to them with a gentle and soft, “it’s okay, I don’t mind.” He follows it up with wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer to his body.

It’s difficult for you to relax and enjoy the view and the gentle swaying of the trailer as it winds through a curve in the woods when you’re consumed by the woodsy scent that clings to Eddie and how heavy yet nice his arm feels slung across your shoulder. 

And it’s even more difficult to focus when he dips his head down as you pass an old and twisted tree, branches almost touching the tops of people's heads. His warm breath fans your ear and he whispers, “try not to get too scared. This is where the witch lives, right in that tree.” 

“Oh no, I left my witch repellent at home,” you tease and when he chuckles your heart swells ten times its size upon hearing that deep laughter and knowing you were the cause of it. 

“No need for it. Everybody knows she stays away from sweet things. You’re safe.”

“Guess that means you’re safe too, Eddie.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god, is this what flirting is? Sharing quips back and forth, hoping they land, saying and doing things to get the other person to smile or laugh? And were you doing that? Really and truly doing that?

If this is flirting it makes you feel dizzy and warm all over like a soda left out in the sun and shooken up before someone tries to open it. Both Steve and Robin are going to be so proud of you when you tell them of this moment later. Or maybe, just maybe you’ll keep this to yourself. 

“Smooth,” Eddie teases after a few seconds of silence and when he speaks again your body melts a little easier into his side. 

The rest of the hayride flies past in a blur and when the horses trot back to the entrance you’re disappointed both that it’s over and how the crowd seems to have swelled double in size. 

Eddie gets off first, stepping down the steps, holding his hand out to you and when you take it another jolt of electricity shoots through you and there’s no way you can hide your massive smile. Stepping down he keeps hold of your hand as you guys head towards the barn where the warm drinks and pies are being sold. 

“Are you sure getting another cider is a hard no?” you ask, hope lighting up your eyes and Eddie almost gives in before he steers you over to the hot chocolate. Picking up two cups they teeter with mini marshmallows and whip cream, so indulgent and warm and when you take a first sip of that milk chocolate your disappointment at not getting another cider ebbs away. 

“No more cider. This date is going good and I’m not about to ruin it,” he says, guiding you towards an empty bench where you can watch the crowd.

It is going good when compared to your first date and yet there’s still a few doubts swirling through you and you hate it.  

You take a long sip of your drink to avoid having to say something and when you finally do speak your voice is quiet and a little shaky and you hate it. “You had fun back there?” Gesturing towards the hayride that’s full of people again and about to take off for another trot through the woods. 

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together and he shifts his body so he’s facing you better head on. “Yeah. I was with you wasn’t I?” His voice is light and easy in comparison to yours, but when he speaks again it's filled with a doubt that matches your own. “Did you have fun back there?” 

Nodding your head eagerly, your grip tightens around your still warm cup of hot chocolate and you struggle to choose your words carefully. “I did! It was nice. I just wanted to make sure that you were having fun. None of this really seems like your kind of thing. Too conformist maybe?”

You dare a peek at him through your lashes hoping nothing you said offended him and it appears it didn’t because when you look at his face he’s grinning and his eyes are full of sparkle beneath the barn lights. 

“What? You think cause I dress like this and play Dungeons and Dragons that means I can’t enjoy a nice hayride through the woods and a delicious drink afterwards with a pretty woman?” He teases. When you stare at him with doubt still dancing through your eyes and knitted brows he tries a different tactic. 

Setting his drink down next to him on the bench he squeezes your hand and that familiar flutter of butterfly wings flaps in the pit of your stomach and you’re having a hard time tearing your gaze away from where your hands are connected. 

“Can I be honest?” he says after a few seconds. Those four words make your heart spike, but before you have time to get sucked into another black pit of doubt and insecurity he’s talking again. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. When you agreed to go out with me again I was lost on what to do for a second date. I was gonna take you to the movies, but Steve convinced me this was a better route to go. Said he brought some date out here and it was great. Not really my scene, but you love it and that’s good enough for me.” 

It takes a few minutes to digest everything he just said, minutes longer still to digest that he went to Steve for advice. While he’s a wonderful friend and great co-worker he’s not the first person you’d go to for relationship or date advice. You had assumed back in the van on the drive over that he wasn’t super enthused about this, but the fact he still went through it because of you makes your heart warm. 

“I like the movies,” you say with a small smile. “I liked tonight too, but I would have felt better had we done something you were into too. And maybe had you not asked Steve for advice.”

“There’s always date three for that,” Eddie says with a hopefulness in his voice that finally makes you tear your gaze away from your joined hands and stare into his eyes. 

“I also like the idea of a third date. Maybe this time though we won't let Robin or Steve pick out our plans?” you suggest. 

“It’s a deal, sweetheart.”

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d do headcanons of both of the Weasley twins and what it’ll be like hanging out with them during Halloween? I just need funsies and giggles.

A Weasley Halloween

It goes without saying that George and Fred love Halloween.

As kids, they dressed up as something different every day of October.

And constantly ran around the house jump scaring everybody.

It drove Molly up the wall.

They were very competitive when it came to pumpkin carving.

Which one carved the best design.

Which one carved their pumpkin the fastest.

Which jack o' lantern was the funniest or scariest or weirdest and so on.

These usually culminated into the two of them throwing pumpkin guts at each other.

This also drove Molly up the wall.

When they were still at Hogwarts, they turned Gryffindor Tower into a haunted house every year.

Everyone, even Slytherin, was invited.

Though Slytherin got a few extra jump scares and pranks.

Now that they have their shop, they go all out.

The place is decked out from top to bottom with every conceivable Halloween decoration.

And a few unconceivable ones.

Cheesy muggle Halloween music, like the Monster Mash, is blasting all month long.

They hold events throughout the month.

Pumpkin carving contest (no magic allowed).

There are multiple costume contests.

Best Halloween joke.

A screaming competition.

Winners get free loot from the store.

Fred dresses in all black, which makes his pale skin ever paler.

George teases that he's seen ghosts with more color.

On the opposite end of the spectrum is George wearing multiple shades of bright orange.

Fred says he looks like a drunk jack o' lantern threw up on him.

It's one giant celebration at the shop on Halloween.

Throughout the day, there are scavenger hunts for the kids.

Apple bobbing.

Trick or treating.

At first only the joke shop did tricks or treats.

But thanks to George and Fred's tireless persistence more and more shops joined in.

Now, Diagon Alley is one gigantic trick or treat extravaganza on Halloween night.

After 9:00pm, they throw an adults only party at the shop with music, dancing, drinks and costume contests.

And, of course, pranks.

The shop is closed the next day.

Because the party goes on until the wee hours of the morning.

Neither George nor Fred will wake up before noon the next day.

As soon as everything is cleaned up, they start planning for next year.

~•~

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[jerzwriter]

Pumpkin Love

Thank you to @kyra75 for Halloween prompt #27, "Haha! This pumpkin looks just like you," for Tobias & Casey. I tweaked the line a tiny bit, but the meaning is the same! I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I pulled in some inspiration from their honeymoon, which was just about a year ago.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Rating: Teen Words: 1,250 Summary: Casey looks forward to celebrating a tradition with Tobias during a fall family weekend away. It leads to some interesting discoveries... and some creative measures as well. A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober Halloween | @choicesholidays Halloween

Casey opened the screen door and stepped onto the back porch. The old wood floorboards creaked underfoot with each step she took, as soon as her feet hit the grass, there was silence. She closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun to relish the peace and tranquility. Casey Carrick may have been a city girl at heart, but every so often, an escape like this was just what this doctor ordered. Her thick wool sweater kept her warm when the breeze picked up, rusting the leaves that were barely hanging on to the branches above.  When the fell to the earty, surrounding Casey in a kaleidoscope of yellows, reds, and burnt orange swirled around her. It was the perfect Autumn day, and few things in life could make her happier.

Two giant pumpkins sat waiting for her on a weathered picnic table at the far end of the yard.  Laying the carving tools out before her, she got as comforrbale as one can get on an old, wooden bench.  The air was nippier than expected and a chill ran through her. So the strong arm that quietly encircled her waist paired with warm lips settling against her cold cheek were ever more welcome today.

“For you,” her husband smiled, placing a cup of warm cider in front of her.

“How do you always know exactly what I need,” she smiled.

Tobias took a seat across from her, a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now, baby, take it easy. Can I really give you exactly what you need this weekend? It’s a family getaway, after all.”

“Isn’t that why you brought the white noise machine for your mother’s room?” she winked.

“And apparently, it worked like a charm,” Tobias acknowledged. “Not one sarcastic comment from her this morning.”

“Not one?” Casey gasped. “Did you take her temperature? Is she feeling OK?”

“Well, not one about any noise coming from our bedroom last night,” he chuckled. “She had plenty of other sarcastic comments.”

“Phew,” Casey grinned as she returned to carving her pumpkin. “I feel better now. Where is Vivian, anyway?”

“She just left... took Sammy into town to get some things for dinner tonight,” he reached across the table and gently took her hand just as she finished carving an eye. “Which means we’re alone.”

“I know,” she nodded. “Perfect time for us to carve our pumpkins.”

“Our pumpkins? But...”

“But nothing,” she playfully scolded. “The white noise machine can work overtime tonight... but we have to finish our carvings to take our picture later.”

Tobias groaned in disappointment. “I’m being turned down for pumpkin carving! Is this what happens when you get married?” he teased, groaning even louder when Casey’s foot crashed into his shin. “Hey!”

“Hey, nothing! Don’t act like you’re some poor, neglected husband, Dr. Carrick. I take very good care of you.”  

“Damn straight you do,” he agreed. “But I was hoping to get out of pumpkin carving.”

Casey turned to him, disappointment in her eyes. “Why? I thought you liked carving pumpkins with me. You know it’s a requirement to love all things fall if you’re going to be with me.”

“Oh, I know.  I believe it was in our vows,” he laughed. “Sometimes I’m convinced that just one more pumpkin muffin or spiced cider will turn me into Jack the Pumpkin King.”

“Worse things could happen,” she smiled, returning to create her masterpiece. “So why the opposition to carving with me?”

“It’s not the carving... it’s wearing the damn thing on my head after.”

Casey dropped her pumpkin and paring knife to the table. “Wait... what? You don’t want to take our pumpkin head picture? Tobias! That’s... tradition!”

“Tradition? We did it once... on our honeymoon last year. One time does not a tradition make.”

Wiping her hands, Casey nudged her chin toward Tobias’s phone. “Pull it up,” she demanded, circling the table to sit beside him. “Pull up the picture.”

“Fine,” he smiled as she nuzzled under his arm. 

“See,” she grinned.  They both looked at the picture of them standing in a field, Tobias reaching out to hold her as they tried to balance the giant pumpkins on their heads.  It wasn’t an easy thing to do with all their laughter. “That was so much fun!”

“It was,” he agreed.

“And we look so cute! Why wouldn’t you want to do it again?”

“It’s not the picture...” he stalled. “It’s the pumpkin guts.”

“Pumpkin guts?”

“Yeah, pumpkin guts. I guess I didn’t scoop well enough and had pumpkin goo all over my head.”

Casey snickered as she lifted an ice cream scoop from the table and handed it to her husband. “Sounds to me like you need to do a better job de-groping your pumpkin this year.”

“I suppose...,” he said, mulling over his pumpkin. “But I don’t even know if this is the right pumpkin...”

“Ha!” Casey laughed.  “It’s the perfect pumpkin! I picked it out because it looks just like you.”

“It looks just like me?”

“It sure does.  It’s much more you than last year’s.  Now, just make it your own.”

“But the goop!” he groaned, sounding more like a six year old than the grown father he was.

Casey knew what needed to be done.  Stradling his lap, she pulled him into a tender kiss.

“I’ll tell you what, Dr. Carrick.  I’ll help you de-goop your pumpkin and if, by some chance, I don’t do a good job, well, then I’ll just have to join you in the shower to aid in the de-gooping process,” she teased.  Reaching over she gave his earlobe little nibble before continuing. “Just be sure to put the white noise machine on extra loud before I join you.”

“Heh,” Tobias chuckled as he lifted her off his lap, then rushed to the other side of the table, ice cream scoop in hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You are not touching my pumpkin!” Tobias insisted. “I’m going to to as shitty a job as I did last year... maybe worse. If my choices is de-gooping a pumpkin or you de-gooping me... well, you know what I’m picking, sweetheart.”  

“Fine,” she giggled. “But now, I’m going to leave mine extra goopy, too!”

“Nice,” he hissed, leaning over the table for a kiss.  “I can’t wait to de-goop you.”

Their flirtation came to a halt when a car door slammed in the driveway nearby.  They turned to find Vivian staring at them with baby Samantha on her hip, and a judgemental glare on her face.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked.

“Nope,” Tobias beamed.  “But ma, after Casey & I take our pumpkin photos... just turn that white noise machine up really loud... ok?”  

Vivian shook her head as she marched toward the cabin door.

“I don’t know how I let you convinced me to come,” she teased.

“Because you love us?” Casey grinned.

“Hmmm,” Vivian hemmed.

“Because you want another grandchild,” Tobias added.

“See, at least I know you’re good for something,” Vivian smirked.  “I’m taking Sammy inside, you two do your thing.”

The couple were still grinning when Casey pushed a paring knife Tobias’s way.

“Get carving, sir,” she demanded.  She ran her fingers through some of the pumpkin pulp on her plate, then reached over and slatered it on Tobias’s face.

“What the heck is that for?” He wailed.

“Insurance,” she winked. “I have to make sure you’ll be meeting me in the shower.”

“Oh, just try and keep me away.”

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[marvelettesassemblenow]

Tati's Flufftober Three - Thick as Thieves

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha is soft - but only when you’re around

Word Count: 500

Warnings: use of a knife for pumpkin carving

A/N: This is my third entry for @flufftober

Black Widow – a strong, woman who could (almost) kill with a look, but definitely with her body. 

Natasha Romanoff – one of the softest women you could ever meet – at least around you. 

While she was friends with Steve and all the others, she always had a very soft spot for you. Not that she would ever admit it, but if you looked closely, you could clearly see it. It wasn’t like she would ever deny it, but this knowledge was for closed doors. 

Every time Natasha wasn’t needed as Black Widow, she loved to spend her time with you. Sometimes it was pumpkin carving, because you thought it would look cool. But in the end, you were jealous of the face that Nat had managed to create while you struggled to push the knife through the pumpkin. Cooking wasn’t Natashas strong suit but you both tried at least and sometimes it was really good while other times you rather ordered take away. The others stopped commenting about how the two of you were joined at the hip when she threw them one of her looks. 

Now a fond smile crossed Steve’s face when he saw the tension leaving Natashas body as soon as she spotted you. “Are you ready for movie night?” you asked her excitedly.  

“Yes, give me a second to change,” she said no less excited than you, kissed your cheek before she made her way towards her room. 

“You're good for her,” Steve said once his eyes meet yours when you stopped looking after her. 

“You look out for her out there,” you pointed out of the window, “and I do it here. This is also important!” You opened your arms and gave him a hug. “Don’t spend your evening alone.”  

He looked like his mind was running wild before he gave a short nod. “I will. Enjoy your night,” he said before he walked into the opposite direction of you. 

You quickly grabbed the things you had bought from the cupboard and walked over to your room. You placed the snacks on your table, opened the right menu on the TV and picked up a movie that Nat wanted to watch. 

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and after a short knock she came into the room. She looked adorable with her fuzzy socks, some leggings and a sweater way too big for her. She noticed your gaze. “I told Rogers it looked comfortable 3 times, so I had to steal it when he didn’t offer it,” she shrugged and you laughed.  

Half an hour later the both of you were tangled on your couch, a cheesy hallmark movie on the screen that Natasha complained about the whole time, but secretly loved, and you stroking her hair. 

“Thank you,” she suddenly said. 

“Always,” you replied and kissed her hair before you continued to stroke it. This was your favorite part of the day with your favorite person. 

#flufftober2022 #day3 #marvel #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you

[ryeriy]

masterpiece

warnings: carving with knives (pumpkin carving)

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"Why are there pumpkins on the table?" Adam asked while walking over. "Because I bought them," I said. I was sitting in the living room watching TV. "Well obviously. But why did you buy them?" He asked. "For decor." He let out a laugh. "You realize pumpkins can't be house decor, right? They're gonna rot!" He exclaimed at me while laughing. He thinks I'm that dumb. "You seriously think I'm that dumb?" I got up from the kitchen to find Adam staring at the two pumpkins I had bought. Staring at what to do with them. "Well, of course not." He said. "Well maybe you shouldn't underestimate me then!" I exclaimed at him while laughing.

I'm a sophomore at Ohio State University. Adam recently got drafted to the Bluejackets this year. It worked out perfectly for us. I was already going to school here and he now works here. We'd been dating before I went to college. We started dating right before our freshman year of college. I was originally going to go to Michigan but Ohio had a better program for what I wanted to do than Michigan. Now that he's here it's better. Adam only moved here a few months ago. When I found out he got drafted to Columbus of course, I offered him to come live with me in my apartment. He'd been only living with me for a few months now but I've tried to make the most of it by making him feel welcomed. So having pumpkins to carve is a start. Especially with his season starting soon. I want to have some fun with him before we both get busy.

"We're going to carve them, dumbie," I said while grabbing the two knives I bought to carve the pumpkins. "This is going to get real messy then," Adam said while looking at me and letting out a laugh. "Well, I didn't think about that okay Albert Einstein," I said. We both couldn't stop laughing at each other. At this rate, the pumpkins would just become decor. We both pulled out our phones going onto Google and Pinterest. Searching for ideas of what to do. I decided on a basic Hello Kitty design while Adam chose the classic jack-o-lantern look.

Now, was the messy part. We both took off the top of the pumpkin. Adam went over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a big bowl. "We can put the guts in here." He said. Placing down the bowl in between the two of us. We both started to take out the guts and throw them into the bowl. "There's so much!" It felt like it was never going to end with the amount that was coming out. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" Adam said jokingly while laughing. "When I was little!" I laughed back at him. By now we were almost done with the guts and removing the seeds. "Are you almost done?" He asks. "Yeah, are you?" I asked back. "Mhmhm." He said back while taking the last few guts he had left out of the pumpkin.

The two of us started carving after twenty minutes. It took us so long to take out the guts. Too long. We both went in different directions on how we carved them. He was going the classic way, and I'm trying something harder. I think it's going to look cute though. Adam's is almost done and I'm not far behind him. I only had a few more things to do but he had to do less. "What are you even making?" I laugh for a moment. "It's hello kitty!" "Oh, now I see it! Sort of?" He said jokingly. "Oh my god, stop that!" I said while laughing as I playfully softly pushed him.

Both of us continued to finish up our pumpkins we were getting ready to put the candle inside to glow it up. "Yours doesn't look too bad. It's cute." Adam said as he placed a kiss on my head. "Aw, you're so sweet," I said while smiling up at him. He smiled back as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket to take a photo of his pumpkin. "Here I want one with you and yours. Then we can do the opposite." He said. I walked next to my pumpkin, picked it up, and stood next to it smiling at the camera. I put it down as I grabbed my phone and did the same. Took a photo of mine followed by one of Adam and his. "These are going on Christmas cards for sure," I said jokingly. "100%" Adam replied.

31 days of Halloween

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[moonwritewastaken]

Pumpkins and Nimrods - cc!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers, Halloween!

Word count - 654

Hi again, it’s me (if you get that reference then I love you). This is my first piece of writing in a while so hopefully it is still good even though it’ll be rusty!

- 🌙

It wasn’t uncommon that you and Karl spent most of the day together when you hung out. The two of you got along like you’d known each other your whole lives, when in reality it’d only been about 2 years.

Both you and Karl loved Halloween. It was a no brainer that you spent the day before together doing one of the most festive activities the holiday has to offer. Carving pumpkins.

The two of you had decided you’d carve pumpkins on a call about three days ago and you’d been brainstorming ideas ever since. Eventually after a lot of to and fro, you’d decided on a Mike Wazowski recreation. An easy enough design that would have (hopefully) minimal chances of failure while not being too traditional.

Laying in your bed the night before, your brain couldn’t help but drift to the day ahead. Although excited to carve pumpkins with one of your best friends, you were nervous because it also meant pumpkin carving with the guy you’d had a crush on for what felt like forever.

You looked at the time and saw you’d been worrying about the event for almost three hours, meaning the time was now just past 4am. You decide to close your eyes and try to fall asleep. This took some time but you eventually managed to get some sleep.

The phone resting on your bedside table was blaring your alarm, forcefully awakening you from your slumber. You quickly shut it off and sat up. You spent a couple of minutes trying to wake up and adjust to the light pouring into your room.

Checking the time you see that it’s 11:30am, giving you an hour and a half to prepare to meet Karl at his house. You scroll through TikTok for about an hour then decide to get ready.

You throw on one of your usual outfits, do your hair and your usual morning routine before grabbing your keys and heading to Karl’s house.

Once knocking on the door, Karl flings it open and quickly gives you a quick hug before gesturing for you to follow behind him. You end up in the kitchen where you see an assortment of carving tools and two almost perfect looking pumpkins.

“Let’s get a move on nimrod, we don’t have all day” the use of the word nimrod causes you to glare briefly at him before it melts due to the smile he gives you.

You and Karl situate yourselves on opposite sides of the counter ‘so you can’t take a peek at his work’. Honestly, this suited you as you were able to sneak glances at Karl while he was distracted.

The two of you spend the next 2 hours carving your pumpkins with playful banter and the occasional throwing of pumpkin insides. You step back and admire your Mike Wazowski masterpiece before turning to Karl.

“There’s no way yours is cooler than mine, Karl. Look!” You turn your pumpkin to face him while grinning proudly at your creation.

His face breaks out in a smile as he compliments your idea before clearing his throat and speaking.

“Yours might be good but mine is literally insane” he turns his to face you and your eyes widen in surprise.

Karl had carved your name surrounded by the outline of a heart. This left you floundering for something to say, Karl seemed to notice this so chose to speak first.

“I like you, a lot” he looks at you expectantly and by now you’d had a little time to fortunate a response.

“I like you too, Karl! This is crazy and totally not what I was expecting at all” the smile on your face told him all he needed to know and he was quick to embrace you again.

The next hour was spent cleaning up and discussing what to do for your first date, both of you smiling the whole time.

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs fluff #dtqk x reader #dtqk #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #x reader #halloween imagine

[shortfeather]

the way the water echoes

did a little sprint based on that neverend mod idea, centered on cleo courtesy of @tripping-sideways. posting this mostly unedited; i think tumblr-only writing is gonna be more casual for me than AO3.

warnings: isolation, sort of imprisonment, liminal spaces, drowning, minecraft death mechanics including deliberately forcing a respawn

It doesn’t really hit her until she’s staring at the pit that leads to a second level, communicator hanging silent at her waist, how much trouble she’s in.

Cleo had been searching for an End portal a little closer to their base. Even with the Nether shrinking the distance eightfold, the main portal was ridiculously far from their home, and considering the amount of endstone she was going to be using this season it made sense to find one nearby. The stronghold had been half flooded, and they’d come close to death against the Drowned in the halls before finally making it to the portal room.

The lava was warm against their undead skin, even as the portal frame exuded a voidlike chill. To their delight, the frame had been mostly filled, just two eyes short. Cleo had popped them in, set a bed down for spawn, double-checked their gear, and hopped on through. Had bent their knees slightly, the way every new player is taught, so the jolt of the hard obsidian landing doesn’t do any damage.

Instead, she’d fallen far and landed in a deep pool of water, surrounded by white walls and with a beautiful blue sky shining down from above her. The exact opposite of what they expected.

Really, this whole dimension is about as different from the End as it gets. The End is all disconnected islands, here is a never-ending series of halls and rooms. The End is dark and cold, here is bright and pleasantly warm, enough for the cool water that covers the floor to feel like a comfort. The End is dead, and here there are bushes of something her inventory calls liminalgae, and occasionally, groups creatures similar to axolotls called poolfish. She can even pick them up, attracting them with the liminalgae like a cow to wheat. They're rather cute. The End is mostly void, here there is a beautiful flat ocean beyond the walls that an invisible barrier prevents her from reaching.

The End is a place Cleo knows how to leave, and here she does not.

She’s tried. The first thing she did upon scrambling out of the water was message X, only for her communicator to show a chat validation error. Their messages can’t go through, though waiting about ten minutes shows that they can still see the messages everyone else is sending. That’s comforting, to a degree; if they wait long enough, someone will realize something is wrong, and Xisuma can do his admin-y things and get them out of here. She’d told Joe what she was doing right before she found this dimension; maybe he’ll look into it even before someone thinks to call X in.

While she’d waited for other messages to come in, she’d taken a look around the room. Everything was made out of some variant of an unfamiliar block, similar in look to an iron block, but with a grid pattern and a feel like glazed terracotta. The entrance was decorated beautifully with bushes of the liminalgae stuff, which broke easily beneath her fist and stacked nicely in her inventory.

Which was also how she discovered her inventory was empty. 

Around then, her communicator had displayed a message from Mumbo, something about server lag. Cleo ignored it for a moment, because their inventory was empty, even their armor slots and offhand—they’d been fully prepared to go End mining, going so far as to stick a carved pumpkin on their head. It’s all gone.

Then they process that their communicator buzzed, and the fact that it’s not completely broken isn’t nearly as relieving as it could have been. They still can’t send messages out, but they can see what their friends are coordinating, and be prepared for whatever rescue entails.

Whenever rescue comes.

It doesn’t take long to get bored, which is why Cleo starts exploring, despite the fact that their F3 screen only says no, lmao. X is going to get an earful for including whatever mod this is when she gets back—

For now, they wander. They find some bizarre architecture choices, and rooms full of poolfish and liminalgae both. They discover, with a deep sense of dread, that the beautiful view of the flat ocean outside is a mirage; exploration reveals a set of windows that theoretically should point directly into another hallway, but instead show that bright blue sky. Whatever’s out there… 

Well, she’ll never know what’s out there, because the block refuses to break beneath her fist, no matter how long she punches at it. Same with the walls.

For untold days, she wanders. Without her F3 screen, there’s no way to be accurate about the time she’s spent here, but it feels like a week and a half. There’d been a jolt of hope when Joe asked if someone had seen them recently—but Tango had reminded him that they were End mining, probably deep in the grind by now. It’s been a week and a half, approximately, of ankle-deep water in hallways, and deeper water in grand, open rooms, and nothing to eat but liminalgae and nothing to do but walk around and breed poolfish. They’ve been staying close to the spawn room, unwilling to lose their one known location in this unknown dimension.

Their communicator buzzes more as time passes: Doc pranking Gem, Gem killing him in revenge. Xisuma reminding everyone to avoid the world border chunks until the next update. Grian pretending to be Iskall’s conscience, teaching him how to use boats. She mutes the communicator. It hurts to see everyone this way, while she’s stuck here.

She still checks it; she's not stupid. She just… can’t keep watching the texts fly by without her.

And then she finds the pit.

It’s a room unlike any other she’s seen so far. It leads down, deeper than even the deepest pool of water she’s encountered, and it’s filled with rows of stacked arches, bridging the gap. She crouches onto one and peers down. It’s darker, but not pitch black, and there’s a pool of water at the bottom, the same shape and size as the one they originally fell into.

In her inventory, her collection of favorite poolfish squirm. Cleo’s guts match the motion, because this is obviously where the dimension intends them to go. The pit yawns before her like a beckoning, like a challenge. But there’s no blocks here, no drops from poolfish or craftables with liminalgae. If Cleo jumps down, she has no way back up.

No way save dying, drowning or starving wherever she finds herself. Because that was the other thing she’d tried, when her messages refused to send and her inventory yielded nothing. Cleo had dove down to the bottom of the spawn room pool, and pushed all the air out of their lungs, and breathed in that cool water.

It worked everywhere else. It wasn’t pleasant, but it worked, and they were a grown-up who could work with something that wasn’t pleasant.

They’d respawned in free-fall and crashed into the very pool they’d just died in.

That had been a very brutal realization: they were stuck here. And yet it feels like that realization pales in comparison to the pit before her, the pit that calls to her so tauntingly with its insinuations. That there is more to this place than white walls and fake ocean and sunlight. That there is escape, if she’s willing to fight for it. Escape that may come quicker than her friends.

Cleo has always been a fighter. But they’re smart, too. Before committing either way, they check their communicator.

Unread messages:

<GoodTimeWithScar> DONT HOTGYU ME

<GoodTimeWithScar was shot by Grian>

<Grian> get gud 

<iJevin> seriously, is cleo just living in the end at this point?

<StressMonster101> Im sure theyll be back soon, luv

Without timestamps, it’s impossible to tell how recently Jev and Stress sent their messages, but they make Cleo waver. The safest option is to wait near the spawn room, where X or Joe will eventually spawn in and help her escape with their admin-y ways. With the poolfish and liminalgae, she can survive as long as necessary, although the liminalgae doesn’t seem to regrow. Still—up here, where she understands the terrain, is safest.

<iJevin> stress its been a MONTH

<iJevin> even for a megabase grind thats ridiculous

Cleo’s stomach falls out from under them.

A month?

They’ve been stuck in this endless pseudo-paradise for a month, and people are only just now worrying—

No. No, fuck this, fuck everyone except Joe who asked about them way back towards the start, except he hasn’t said anything since so actually fuck him, too. And fuck X for chatting about updates like everything’s normal, and Ren for saying innuendoes and double entendres like nothing’s wrong, and Grian and Scar for being Grian and Scar when she’s stuck in here—

Fuck Jevin especially, for saying that where they could see, where they could realize no one is coming for them.

Distantly, Cleo realizes that this is a bit much, that people do regularly go off and grind resources for absurd lengths of time, but that doesn’t stop her from beating back sobs by fostering the rage in her chest. Distantly, she realizes that this is all uncomfortably close to a breakdown, and they don’t get those. They don’t do those; they’re a fighter, someone whose first answer is violence and barbed words and arson. 

So. Fuck their friends. Fuck them all. Cleo will rescue herself. 

They double-check their poolfish and liminalgae count—enough to last another goddamn month, if need be—and jump into the dark waters far, far below.

#thank you tripping-sideways! cleo was not someone i would have thought to do but they're FUN #fwiw: they have actually been having a much worse time than they admit to themself. hence the IMMEDIATE descent into fury #but also like. they're smart enough to realize they're being dumb. unfortunately the one does not preclude the other. #TO BE FAIR IT'S BEEN A MONTH #in minecraft time! which is a long but not unheard of amount of time to grind resources #about the author #neverend mod au #my brain hurts too much to title this au so that's what it gets #might write other hermits experiencing neverend in the future? especially the last level #i think lots of hermits would have fun with the leviathan grandgousier is all. #hermitblr #zombiecleo #minecraft neverend

[starthelostboys]

some various tlb halloween hcs

every year sam tries to convince edgar and alan to do a group costume with him, and every year they refuse but he still thinks there’s a chance they’ll agree

edgar and alan actually don’t dress up for halloween at all, since they think it’s the night when vampire attacks are most likely and they have to be on high alert, even though they live in a vampire infested town. every day of the year

on a similar note, sam’s costumes are always ridiculously specific and just like normal clothes, so no one ever knows what he’s dressed as

the lost boys + star buy a shit ton of halloween decorations, and they usually don’t even use most of them so there’s just an ever growing pile of unused halloween decorations somewhere in the cave

and the decorations they do put up never end up being put away so there’s several years of halloween decorations just layered on top of one another

david usually does an extremely lazy costume that’s just like, his normal clothes. the exception of this is years where he gets roped into a group/partner costume by the other lost boys or star

i don’t feel like the emersons would go super big for halloween, but they do pumpkin carving every year and it’s like their one important halloween tradition

lucy also makes roasted pumpkin seeds after they’re done with the jack-o-lantern carving

i don’t think michael was ever really into halloween, so on the rare year that he does actually wear a costume it’s usually just something he got from the store

after he befriends the lost boys + star, he almost always gets roped into a group/partner costume with someone, usually as the costume that no one else wanted cause he doesn’t really care that much about it

star is the polar opposite of this, i think that she plans her costumes months in advance but then doesn’t actually buy/make anything until like two weeks beforehand, so regardless of how early she started planning her costumes usually looks kinda rushed

#i meant to post these yesterday but time got away from me #anyways happy late halloween! #the lost boys #tlb #kate's bad takes

[otakugoddes]

🎃Day 1: Pumpkin Carving (Akinori Konoha)🎃

DAY 1: PUMPKIN CARVING (KONOHA AKINORI)

Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Post-Timeskip but no spoilers revealing such !A bit of profanity, Establisted relationship, Suggestive edge at the end.

A/n: Konoha is hot. I meant to post this yesterday but I went to sleep.

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You were busy hauling pumpkins from your car to your kitchen, with immense difficulty, as the humongous vegetable weight more than a kilo at best.

It was the first day of the Spooky month, October.

You were planning on carving pumpkins to put up as decorations with your boyfriend Akinori, but he wasn't here yet. He was supposed to be back from the candy store an hour ago already.

You rolled your eyes, "I really cant trust this asshole with a small list of stuff! He's gonna buy the entire store!"

As you admired the burnt orange vegetable you took out a carving knife.

"This is halloween...this is halloween!" You hummed as you began cutting the top of the pumpkin.

So deep in your thoughts to feel the looming presence behind you.

A hand came to gently grasp the back of your neck and whisper, "I've come for your soul!"

You got such a shock that you turned around with the knife still in your hand, only to groan when you saw your boyfriend laughing at your unimpressed expression.

"Aki, you asshole!" You slapped his chest while he laughed, he keeled over snorting.

"Your face! Oh my god your face!" He said between wheezes of chuckles.

You kicked him and turned back around, putting down the knife before the urge threaten him with it came up.

He stopped laughing and watched your shoulders relax when you breathed out, he out his arms around your waist. Akinori smirked against your neck before kissing your slowly racing pulse, "You look so hot when you're mad! You miss me babe?"

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, "No! Honestly you scared me half to death...if I didn't see your stupid laughing face, you'd have lost an eye!"

He grinned, "I think I'd look good with an eyepatch and badass scar!"

You huffed, turning back to your precious pumpkin and drawing eyes where you'd cut it.

Akinori worked on the opposite end of the counter, hauling bag after bag of what you guessed was double the items of the list you gave him. And some additional candies.

He looked over at your pumpkin.

"That's cool! You're gonna carve a skeleton?"

You grinned up at him, "Yeah! I found this awesome idea on pinterest and decided to try it out!" You showed him the saved picture on your phone, "See?"

Akinori nodded and packed the candy out, you saw him take out another pumpkin, smaller than yours but still a nice one.

"So whatcha gonna carve?"

"Something that'll scare the kids!"

You chuckled, "Sadist!"

"Its gonna be so scary...that it'll blow your skeleton Sam away!"

You raised a brow, his statement challenging you. You put down the carving knife to put your chin in your palms on the countertop, "Is that so? You wanna bet that your carving skills are better than mine?"

He grinned, teasing, "Of course mine are better!"

"Really? Then how about a bet! If your pumpkin carving is scarier and better than mine, you can get all the candy for a week!"

"I accept the challenge! May the master of true fright win!"

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The two of you set off to different spots in the house to carve out your pumpkins, agreeing to show then off at 5PM sharp.

Akinori had been slaving away, peeling and shaping his pumpkin.

He could taste all the candy canes already.

At 5PM, he and his horrible pumpkin were ready to terrify you.

He had used the picture to create a moderately accurate disfigured jack o' lantern face.

"Hey babe? Its 5 already! You cant still be carving!" He called out teasingly, victory smelling like it was his already.

He started to get a bit irritated with your lack of answer, "Hey! We agreed that at 5 we would show our pumpkins...you're cheating right now!"

Still no answer.

He decided to go up to your bedroom.

"Babe?" He knocked on the door.

Again no answer.

He opened the door to find you sitting at the desk, hands still carving the pumpkin with headphones on, no wonder you couldn't hear. Trying to be good-natured, he walked over to remind you that it was time.

"Hey...loser, get up!" He tried to grap your hand.

Only to grab a skeleton arm straight out of the jacket sleeve.

He shrieked, throwing the hand away and turning your body, "Is this a prank? Babe?!"

A horribly mangled jack o' lantern face grinned up at him where your head should have been, the sudden movement making the head fall at his feet.

Akinori screamed, like an actual shout.

While he was panicking as to what he was supposed to do with the creepy pumpkin sitting at his feet, a hand grabbed his shoulder and he screamed...again.

This time he was facing a pumpkin with a skeleton carved out of it.

"I've come for your soul!" The pumpkin with your body rasped.

He pushed you away and shrieked.

Then you started laughing.

"Oh your face! Your face!" You wheezed, taking the pumpkin away from your head and falling on the floor laughing. He watched your ministrations with a horrified expression.

"Y-you...," he stuttered.

"I think I just scared your soul back to the underworld! Now I can't collect it...pity!" You smirked at him before putting your arms around his neck.

"Were you scared babe?"

He half-laughed, his heart still racing.

"You are a cruel jerk!"

"Its only payback!"

He looked at your two pumpkins and sighed, he lost, before he even tried to win.

"Guess you get all the candy!" He pouted.

You kissed him before taking a packet of gummy worms from your pocket and putting them in your mouth, "Of course I get all the candy!"

He followed you in hauling your two pumpkins downstairs and pat his miserable looking one.

"Don't feel bad!"

"I don't...its just! I really thought you turned into a jack o lantern! And that you were gonna eat me!" He folded his arms.

In the kitchen you put your chin in your palms again, looking up at him seductively, "Well...you do look quite delicious when you're terrified! But I'll save you as my dessert for later!" You replied suggestively.

He quirked a brow, "Oh? I'm dessert huh?" He came over to you and put his arms around your waist.

"Uh-huh!"

He picked up another gummy worms and put it in his mouth, you caught the other end of it.

Once you both ate it finish he kissed you, licking into your mouth and tasting the sweetness of the candy on your tongue. You bit his lip and he sighed against your mouth.

"By any chance...are you willing to skip dinner and eat your dessert now?" He asked with a desperate pant in his tone.

You smirked against his lips, "I think I can move onto the main course right now!"

He sighed in relief, "Okay! Come on!" He giggled and dragged you out of the kitchen while kissing you.

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Though both of you didn't notice how the pumpkin heads slowly turned to watch you two wrestle to go to the bedroom. The Skeleton Sam pumpkin in the middle grinned, "Delicious! Two tasty snacks! What do you think, brothers?"

His two fellow pumpkins nodded, "Tasty indeed brother!"

They laughed.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

How many people have you liked this year? Zero. I haven’t been interested in someone since 2016. I don’t even remember what that feels like, ha. 

How many pills do you take a day? Several. It used to be just one medication like 4 times a day, but when I was in the hospital I had a few added that i take 2-3 times a day and then my primary doctor also prescribed me an antidepressant and an anti anxiety medication that I take one of once a day. Oh, and my sleeping pill at night. 

Do you have any celebrity crushes? Alexander Skarsgard, of course. 

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? At this point, I wish I had healing abilities. 

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? Bleh, neither. I like ranch on the side with my fries. 

Where did you last sleep other than your house? The hospital. 

Where did you get your last bruise from? I think I banged my elbow on the side railing of my bed. 

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? I mean, if that’s what you feel comfortable with and the other person is as well. And they’re single, too. 

Ever worn something of the opposite sex’s clothing? Most of my graphic tees are men’s because I like the fit of them better. 

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Maybe.

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo? I have no idea, that was many years ago.

How many email accounts do you have? Two. 

Who is the best cook in your family? My parents and brother are all good cooks. They each have their specialties. 

Which baby animal is your favorite? Puppies and giraffes. Honestly, though, baby animals in general are all pretty cute. 

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? Many times. It’s been a few years since the last time, though. 

When is the last time you went to a carnival? Back in high school at our school carnival. 

Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? Yeah. Currently, it’s my Reese’s mug I got for Christmas. I’ve been seriously obsessed with Reese’s the past few months and for Christmas I got a Reese’s gift set that came with candy and 2 mugs and my stocking was full of Reese’s lmao. 

What branch of science interests you the most? Psychology.

Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yeah, in college. 

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with via text? I haven’t had any deep conversations via text in a long time. 

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr for sure.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No.

Favorite YouTuber? I have several. 

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? No.

Do you have any gay family members? Yes, a few. 

Was your first kiss romantic? No, it was super awkward lol but it was cute. 

What are you most likely to go to jail for? I have no idea. I can’t even imagine. 

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? My aunt. She’s staying this weekend, actually. 

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? I would trip out a bit just cause that would come as a total surprise. I don’t have any feeling that he might be. It wouldn’t matter of course, I would just be surprised. 

How many people has your best friend had sex with? I don’t have any friends.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Several years ago.

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody? I don’t think so. I think Tumblr shows when you’re online and I haven’t tried messing with the settings. I don’t care.

What were you for Halloween last year? Nothing. I stopped dressing up several years ago.

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face? I don’t believe in karma.

Have you ever been to Texas? No.

Do your siblings text you? My younger brother and I do. Mostly it’s memes and TikToks. 

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Of course. That’s like the first thing everyone did. You can look up anywhere and for some reason we all had to look up our own houses lmao.

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual? No.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? I have no idea, nor do I care. 

Who did you last pinky promise with? I don’t recall the last time I did that. 

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? No.

What happened at the last party you went to? I haven’t been to a party in several years. And parties for me were small get togethers with friends or family, I was never a big partier. 

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? Yeah.

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong? I always do in some way or another, but I had a bacterial infection a couple weeks ago and felt really shitty. Thankfully, my doctor was able to prescribe me some antibiotics and I felt better within a few days. 

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? These two girls, Crystal and Starr, in preschool. We sadly lost touch after preschool cause we went to different schools. 

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift? Yes, my shirt and my rings. 

What is your least favourite song, by your favourite artist? I don’t feel like thinking about it.

What color is your jewelry box? I don’t have one.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No. 

What is your brother/sister’s favorite food? My younger brother loves Mexican and Korean BBQ and my older brother is a vegetarian and mostly eats just veggies. 

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? What flavour is it? I’m not sure.

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most? My mom.

Are you afraid of losing the person you like right now? I don’t like anyone. 

Does anyone know your Facebook password? No.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? No.

Do you enjoy being outdoors? Only if I’m at the beach.

How many times have you been to a zoo? Many times. 

What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? Hm. I don’t know. There’s certainly subjects I’d rather not talk about, but not one I wouldn’t talk about at all that I can think of. 

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