JUST FUCKING LISTEN.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT
reblog so others can hear it!
Panic! At The Disco: It’s Almost Halloween
One of my fave Halloween songs~
I decided to jump on the Halloween train early this year. I’ve been falling short in the holiday division, especially Halloween, the past few years. October would come and go and I hardly did anything “halloween-y” so I’m gunna try and make up for it and start early this year. XD So, I’m sorry for the early posts. But yeah….
JUST FUCKING LISTEN.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT
reblog so others can hear it!
Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.
*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON*
MY CHILDHOOD IS REJOICING
Seriously Reblogging this again cos it’s so fucking cool.
‘Mash o’Nine Sorts’ was a traditional Halloween meal which was still popular in some parts of Britain until the end of the Victorian period. It was made by mixing together 9 different ingredients including mashed potato, carrot, turnip, parsnip, boiled leeks, peas, salt, pepper and butter. At Halloween gatherings it was typically served to unmarried guests. The hostess would put her wedding ring inside the mash and the person who found it in their portion would be the next to be married.
succlentwitch asked:
1: Grave yard at midnight.
11: Great party where I knew no one- cuz if it’s great in my books then they have lots of candies and candied apples~ <3
13: Sleep in a coffin. I bet it’s a lot like sleeping in a bath tub which I’ve done several times. XD
and 20: Dress up as the devil, I’m pretty angelic most of the year. ;)
Thank you for the ask’s! =D
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Dr Seuss: ‘Maybe Christmas,’ he thought, ‘doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!’
Illumination:

Then they got an idea! An awful idea!
THE BRANDS GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
All the marketers thought, “Why should tickets suffice?
With the Grinch selling knick-knacks, why, we’ll be paid twice!”
Forget all the morals! There’s cash to be made.
From frosting to forklifts to Grinch Gatorade!
Just slap his face on there and tint it with green
And prepare for profits, yes, profits obscene!
From a seasonal, festival holiday grump,
The Grinch had been played for a capital chump.
“No more! Won’t you forget these trinkets?” he pleads.
“Christmas isn’t junk! It’s your bonds and your deeds.”
For a moment, they paused. Was there more to this day
Than products and placements and big bonus pay?
The PR men sniffed and they shrugged and they sighed.
Then they threw him some cash and they went back inside.
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