#happiestevent8

Nani eyed the delicious smelling soup with suspicion. “You’re not just trying to trick me into eating another vegetable, right?” She did not for a second believe that Paxton was the pumpkin-carving type of man. Sure, maybe he could tear it apart with his bare hands, but the amount of mess that came with pumpkin carving really didn’t seem up his alley at all.

Deziree really wasn’t into the whole Halloween #aesthetic as it currently stood. Sure, she could see the appeal of the dark and macabre, but there was absolutely nothing worse, in her eyes, than tacky plastic spiders and garish colour combos. If someone gave her the budget, she very well could have made a deeply romantic gothic ballroom out of this, but alas, she did not. This was Lottie’s party, and Lottie had chosen the exact cliché decorations that Dezi absolutely despised.

Still, she had to keep her invitation to the party...

“Have you tried a smoke machine? To cover it all up?”

Tina was yet to snap. But the snap was nearing dangerously close as she struggled to reach the little carton of milk that was on the top shelf of the bridge, right at the back. She had resorted to climbing up on the yoghurt fridge below, scrambling to keep balance with little success in reaching the milk despite her best effort. Someone nearby scoffed at her apparently childish display.

“I will not commit murder in the milk aisle. I will not commit murder in the milk aisle. I will NOT commit murder in the fucking milk aisle.”

Hans: I should have brought flares with me at this rate

“nani, we’ve already passed through this way” she pointed out as they took another turn. it wasn’t like she would know any different, all they could see was corn. “remind me to remove anything corn related from third streets menu. if i ever see corn again after this, it’ll be too soon”

It had taken two weeks for her to stir from her sleep. Sleep was how she was choosing to call it in her head, it was less harsh to her mentality. However, in reality, deep down, she knew what the correct medical term would be for it. Someone had done this to her and only a few months after Adam had fallen ill. It felt cruel to them. To him. 

Slowly coming round, her eyes squinted at the sudden intrusion of bright lights and she blindly reached out to hold onto someones wrist to alert them she was awake.

@happieststarters​

Jessie was off with her friends, leaving Woody with some peace. Walking around the carnival, his eyes taking in all the lights and bright colours. With that he almost walked into someone. He took a step back and apologised to the person and there she was, right in front of him. 

“Rebecca. Sorry, that was my bad. I wasn’t looking where I was going. You okay?”

@beckydetweiler​

Tonight wasn’t going to be the night. Tonight Rita was just going to hand Alice a lovingly made (not by her) toffee apple and hope everything would be okay. After all, Halloween was... Well, you know.

“Have you ever been to the circus before? Because all of this is definitely not what I was expecting. I swear, I almost dropped my whole drink when the trapeze artist was on---,” she took another sip of that saved drink- “My stomach’s still turning.” @xalicethewonderx​