#halloween 1999

[halloween-sweets]

[shironezuninja]

On behalf of a fan artist putting Nezu-Chan on a ventilator, I made a Thank You Collage for her and credited her name after she did 2 fanarts of my OC so far.

[hypnoticvamp]

Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost (1999)

[halloweentrickortreat]

The Blair Witch Project 👻 🎃

[theartofnieriel]

🎃 🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃 🎃

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reblog, don’t repost. thank you

[thepumpkiinking]

spongebob 1999, s1 e13 'scaredy pants'

[peteneems]

[my90smemories]

1999 McDonald’s Halloween Pail

[dollz-punk]

"Planet Plush" and "Puffkins" Halloween release advertisements from "Mary Beth's Bean Bag World Monthly" Vol. 2 No. 13, published October 1999.

Scanned by me :o) (@dollz-punk)

[dr00g00]

HALLOWEEN GUYS

[scullys-scalpel]

The Scooby-Doo Project

[uraniumnm333]

>get into reverse 1999

>pull balloon party

“okay shes cute”

>learns there are two other scientist/inventor types

>looks for fics where there all worsties

>find none

“well guess ive gotta write my own”

[shironezuninja]

My iPad is dying. I have menstrual cramps. I’ll be 36 in less than 2 months. Dying iPad means trying to figure out new routines. Let me choose when I want to post things.

[97keanu]

Neo x goth!reader?

Premise: You're the girlfriend he always wanted. Life was empty before you, life was nothing before you. Neo is simply a loser hacker who lucked out his perfect goth girlfriend. He has nothing but you to fill the void. He should be happy he's not lonely anymore, he should be happy, he should be...

TW: horror inspired, unreality heavy, you are not what you seem, you digital siren of the deep. The cycle will start again.

A/N: horror drabble for the season. May want to use a binary code translator here. Vagueness as not to give too much away. If you don't enjoy horror/unreality do not read.

Neo had only known you for a few months, but in that time, you two had become inseparable. He can't believe you, you with your pitch black hair, your gothic make up, and pouty black lips had just walked into his life. He loved you. He loved how you dressed, with your black attire, your stompy boots, hair a whimsical bats nest. He loved your mind, you were so smart, he felt like he finally met his equal. He loved how you looked at him, with all the love he wanted in your eyes. Your voice, always soft, and gentle, a perfect contrast to your harsh dress.

In fact, he loved you so much, and you were so perfect, he could swear he dreamed you. Maybe he did. He couldn't say what his life was before you, you with your gorgeous darkness that had filled his life. 

You were perfect. Everything he needed. You two never fought, nor did he ever need to think of much else. In fact, as he lay next to you in his tiny, clothes strewn bed, his filthy, loser little room enclosed around you two like a nest, and he tries to remember for a second what he had even done for the day. How long has he been facing you, his perfect mate, talking about something he had lost the plot of. His heart lurched for a moment, and he swallowed down an anxiety that tended to fill him if he looked into your eyes too long. He whispered out your name as you stopped speaking mid sentence to furrow your brow at the sudden interrupting. 

"Yes, Neo?" Your voice was soft, kind, gentle as always. 

"What…um…" Neo rubs his sweaty forehead, wondering how he even began to sweat in the first place. He pauses for a while, and you of course, as the good girlfriend you are, don't talk over him, and simply listen as he tries to find his words. It's like trying to find something precious lost in a thick bucket of honey, the sweet sea calling him to ignore what he even lost in the first place. He finally decides on a sentence to begin with. "When did, um, when did you come over today, exactly?" 

"What do you mean my love?" You tilt your head and reach out a hand, moving now damp hair across Neo's forehead. "I came over at the same time I always do…"

Neo stares at your form, laying so closely in bed next to him. You're wearing an old band shirt of his, and when he tries to focus on what that band once was, he can only see shapes of a faded, long gone album cover. He can't remember what he used to listen to, he can't think about that right now. No, he should focus. Focus on you.

He finds your big soft eyes, that look at him with all the love in the world. 

"Yes…but….when was that again?" He has to clear his throat to get the sentence out. The anxiety rises again. His stomach feels empty, and he has no idea when last it was full, or if it ever was, for that matter. 

"Are you feeling sick, hun?" You let your hand press against his head, feeling the heat from his body against the back of your hand. Neo almost flinches from your touch, it's cold. 

"Yes, I am…" He pauses, then shakes his head. "Well, maybe I'm not. I'm not sure. I…What were you talking about before this?"

He tries to remember, then looks to your face, soft and full as the moon, your dark makeup blending into the dark of the room.

"Oh? That…that doesn't much matter. What would you rather talk about?" You smile widely, always happy to listen to your all loving boyfriend first. 

"No, no, I…." Neo sits up, his lungs have tightened too much. He needs to breathe away from you, from your beauty that wraps around his mind like a fog. 

"Neo, you don't seem like yourself tonight…" You say, with worry that is appropriate. 

"Can I just, I need some space right now." He stands up, then when you turn to follow, he goes to speak your name out. The word, that name of yours, catches in his throat like a stone. Neo coughs, trying to get it out, before his mind finalizes on the fact that he's never known your name at all. Who are you….?

"Neo…you're starting to scare me…" He has his back to you, he can't even look at you right now. He can't imagine what you look like. The darkness of the room is closing in. He can feel your hands enclose around his shoulders, always there for him. Never away, never letting him out of your sight. You have a cold heat, the kind that burns like dry ice, Neo can feel it through his shirt. The room has nothing in it. He knows that. It never had anything in it.

Neo can't even look at anything while your mouth breathes chilly crystals over his ears. 

"Why don't you come back to bed, my love…" 

Neo doesn't think his eyes are even open at this point. He isn't standing. He might as well be floating in this darkness. He might as well be nothing, and he already knows what you are. He can't say it. He can't speak, he keeps coughing. It's all caught in his throat now, as it always is when he remembers. He's drowning. He can feel it, the stench of real life seeping in once again. He can feel it devouring him, melting his body to a more useful goo. The screams won't come this time. He needs to stop thinking, he needs to listen to you, his loving girlfriend, his perfect girlfriend his his his his his his

His what?

Who even is he? 

Where is he? 

His hands are going now, and soon enough it will be all of him. He should stop this, he can't think this way. His hands illuminate the darkness, he sees it again, the code

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He nods. He's in bed with you again. He can breathe. He can breathe. He can breathe if you just don't look at him.

[jonathanrogersartist]

*cough* I am a writer and filmmaker, who has a short film coming out on YouTube this October, just in time for Halloween. It's a pulp adventure story, my loving homage to films that I grew up on like Indiana Jones and The Mummy 1999, and a tribute to the genre as a whole. This is the official trailer that dropped last month.

[yoursghouly]

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