@marjoriequinn this would make a great story!
Happy Halloween, you sickos.
halloween
Happy Halloween, tumblr! Have fun, be safe, enjoy some candy and let me know what you’re going as, if you’re so inclined.
I’m a certain Disney villain because duh.
I’m not going to lie. Halloween was a whole lot of fun, but it was really hard without him.
It’s our first Halloween apart. I know it sounds minor and silly, but Halloween is kind of our holiday. Last year, he came out and saw me. The year before, it was the first time we made ourselves public within our group of friends.
Previously, we had been sort of doing the whole secret play partners on the down-low thing. But stuff was really starting to grow between us and we’d been drinking, so we started rather blatantly making out. And so everyone was kind of like well okay I guess that’s a thing that’s been happening.
He went home with me that night and I remember waking up beside him and looking over and thinking, “shit, I’m developing serious feelings for this person.”
So, it was hard to have this one without him. I really hope it’s the last one.
Happy Halloween, you weirdos.
Last night, Sir and I rocked our couple’s costume.
Except I’m going to another party tonight by my lonesome. And I was hung up on what the hell I could wear until I realized just how much kitten shit I have.
Except, you know.
Clothes.
Sir and I figured out Halloween.
Standard- We’re gonna nail it.
- This is totally relevant to the goals of this tumblr.
- It is not this.
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- Step 1 to My Daughter’s Epic Halloween Costume.
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- And my paw paw tapes up the eyes.
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- Step 3
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- Painting is done!
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- And the crown
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- And the Princess is Crowned!
My Daughter insisted on being “Princess Darth Vader” this year.
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.
fuck yeeeah
That is THE BEST fucking costume
Mark my words, tumblr. Next year.
There was a guy in my life my freshman year. He was very attractive, very funny, very intelligent. But, there was something a little uncomfortable and closed off about him. We stayed friendly, but our schedules and interests just couldn’t sync the right way. But, I am still proud to hear that he’s found his own and has embraced his bisexuality and is now so comfortable in his own skin.
The other night, I ran into him and a guy in their costumes dancing up a storm at one of the parties we hit up. He looked so comfortable, I was happy for him.
“Now, who is this?” I asked with a chuckle, “last time I checked, you said you didn’t dance.”
He smiled, “look at you.” He broke off from the guy and started dancing with me. He spun me around so my back was to him and kind of pushed me into the other guy. I assumed that he had made a mistake or was just trying to pass me off, but I still felt him behind me.
So, I wind up between them. Their hands were all over me. His dance partner was grinning at me. The music was sensational. Not to mention their moves were insane. I was getting practically passed back and forth at some points, at others both of them were on me. I have to admit, it made me hot. They knew what they were doing. And, the fact that they were into each other as well as into me? Goodness gracious.
I look over to the group I was with and notice that guy in my frat checking me out. He smiled when we made eye contact. I winked. Eye-fucking commenced. And then: “It’s funny.”
I smiled, “what’s funny?"
"That there’s two of them and they still can’t handle you.”
Her (yes, I’m aware, I need to finish my little tell-all about a certain spanking from her) response to my costume as we walked up to my room to grab my phone and keys:
“You look hot, just avoid try going upstairs or bending over. And I’d suggest wearing something a little more substantial than that thong.”
I’d originally planned on going as something entirely different. I was getting dressed in my room with a friend who was headed off on a date of sorts and wanted my opinion. As we were dolling her up, she looked me over and said, “wait, now, what are you supposed to be?”
“I guess I’m like going on a safari or something,” I shrugged.
She laughed, “you look like a teacher. Wait a second.” She fished through my desk and handed me a ruler before saying, “and nobody goes on a safari in heels. Go change out of those shorts. Do you have a miniskirt?”
I can’t say I was ever huge on the whole “sexy teacher” fascination. But, when I wound up having crazy fun smacking my giggling friends on the ass with a ruler, I made an exception.