First properly cold night of the season and the car still begged for a drive. The thigh-highs were a tactical choice, obviously. Come warm up the passenger seat?
First properly cold night of the season and the car still begged for a drive. The thigh-highs were a tactical choice, obviously. Come warm up the passenger seat?
Syrniki in the pan and an Undertale symphony on the brain — my nerd side and my sweet tooth finally agree on something. The Factory tonight, and yes I've been humming game themes into the batter all morning. Come be my plus one?
Halloween is officially over but my sugar skull refuses to die quietly — the shower already took half of its face and I'm not mad about it. Día de los Muertos gets two days from me, that's just the rules. Come help wash off the rest?
Halloween night is finally here and the burlesque stage is all mine — rehearsal paid off, now the costume has to survive the show. Come be my front row?
Halloween eve and I'm running a private rehearsal for tomorrow's burlesque night — the costume part of the rehearsal did not survive the second song. Come be my audience?
Blade Rave tonight and my warmup is just bass and bare skin. The vampire thing starts from the inside out. Come sink your teeth in?
Halloween is two days out and the costume bin took over the whole bedroom. Found this old corset buried at the bottom and I genuinely can't tell if it's too much or not nearly enough. Come lace me up or pull it off?
Studio fairy lights went up at sunrise and somewhere between the first strand and the last I stopped caring about clothes. Come untangle the rest with me?
Galactic Empire is playing Off Broadway tonight — an entire metal band that only does Star Wars covers, so my inner nerd has been losing it since I got the tickets. Lightsaber practice is going great, the dog remains unimpressed. Come hold my other saber?
Horror-punk show at Pop's tonight and I'm doing my eyeliner like I actually mean it. One eye done, one to go — come finish the other for me?