You swore you’d plan ahead this year. Yet here you are — 7pm on the 31st, scissors in one hand, Tesco bag in the other, and a Hive queue already forming. Fear not. Whether you’re wrapped in loo roll or rocking last year’s fake blood, your costume says more about you than you’d think.
Here’s what your last-minute look reveals about your true Glasgow student energy.
Sheet ghost
You thought this would be ironic — minimalist, spooky, a nod to peak Tumblr-era humour. In reality, you just look like a lost duvet cover wandering through the West End. Your eye holes are uneven, your sheet smells faintly of Febreze, and you keep bumping into people because you can’t see past your own tragic attempt at irony.
Still, you’re easily the comfiest person at any flat party, swaddled in what’s essentially socially acceptable pyjamas. You’ll definitely ghost your situationship later that night for the aesthetic — leaving them on read like a true method actor. Bonus points if your flatmate trips over your hem and faceplants straight into the VK bucket, officially turning your costume into performance art.
The black cat
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You were never going to do anything else. Deep down, you’ve had this costume ready since Freshers’ Week — black top, mini skirt, eyeliner whiskers, and ears that somehow survive every night out. You tell people you “didn’t have time” to plan, but we all know you just love an excuse to draw on eyeliner whiskers and call it a personality trait.
You’ll spend 70 per cent of the night posing in bathroom mirrors, 20 per cent hissing at people who touch your tail, and the final 10 per cent insisting your group costume was actually ironic. You’ll caption your Insta post “meow x” like it’s never been done before, and convince yourself this counts as “low-effort but hot.” Spoiler: it doesn’t.
The vampire (with leftover fake blood from last year)
You’ve been romanticising your dissertation-induced sleep deprivation and calling it “immortal chic.” The last time you saw sunlight was mid-September, and honestly? You’re thriving in the gloom. Your fake blood is from last year’s panic Amazon order, and you’ve somehow managed to look like a rejected Vampire Diaries cast member who didn’t quite make the cut to play Damon’s brooding flatmate.
You’ll spend the night dramatically quoting Twilight at karaoke, whispering “say it… out loud” to anyone who makes eye contact for too long, and insisting that “vampires are just misunderstood.” You’ve definitely said “I just feel more alive at night” unironically.
By 2am, your fake blood will be smeared across your chin, your drink, and probably someone else’s top. You’re the reason Hive has to mop twice as much on November 1st — and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
The mummy (toilet roll edition)
@brennathepotato Yesterday’s costume, a toilet paper #mummy and it felt so stupid being wrapped with two rolls of toilet paper that I could barely move in without breaking but here we are struttin downtown
– naddy
You are chaos personified — the human embodiment of a 2am Tesco run. What began as a wholesome flat group costume quickly turned into a solo mission when everyone else bailed, but you refused to give up. You wrapped yourself in toilet roll like your life depended on it, and by the time you reach pres, half of it’s already unravelled.
Expect to leave a trail of loo roll across the GUU dancefloor like a spooky breadcrumb map to your last shred of dignity. By midnight, you’ll look less mummy rising from the tomb and more toilet paper massacre, but you’ll still insist it “kinda slays.” Bonus points if you steal a fresh roll from the QMU toilets for repairs.
The ‘matching costume with my flatmates’/Angel/devil duo
The most basic yet somehow undefeated combo. You planned it four hours ago in the group chat while one flatmate was mid-breakdown and another was stress-pre-drinking. Half of you are angels, half of you are devils, and all of you are a walking red flag. You’ll spend an hour getting group photos that look like a Kiss, Marry, Kill lineup, then immediately lose each other in Hive.
Everyone assumes you and your “opposite” are in a situationship — and honestly, you probably are. You’ll either kiss or fight by the end of the night. Possibly both.
Cowboy/cowgirl
You’ve definitely yelled “YEEHAW” at least once in the buzzed walk from pres to Saucheihall Street. You own a cowboy hat year-round and will not stop telling people you “grew up watching Hannah Montana.” You’ll spend all night line dancing to Cotton Eye Joe and flirting with someone who calls themselves “The Glasgow Stallion.”
Deep down, you just want to be loved — and possibly on Love Island.
The random pop culture reference
You came dressed as something hyper-niche like “Barbenheimer” or “Roman Empire TikTok guy” and will spend the whole night explaining your costume. You crave validation — and likes. You’ll corner people at parties to ask if they “get it” and then pout when they don’t. You’ll still post a carousel captioned “if you know you know” the next day.
Corpse Bride (but it’s just a white dress and mascara tears)
You say “it’s just for fun,” but everyone knows this is a cry for help wrapped in vintage lace. You definitely made the costume using whatever you could find in your flatmate’s drawer, and your “ethereal ghost bride” look is giving more hungover seminar chic than Tim Burton fantasy. You’ll cry to Lana once the vodka kicks in, text your ex “Happy Halloween x,” and then spend 20 minutes in the Garage bathroom convincing yourself it was “closure.” It wasn’t — it never is.
Random Shrek characters
You think unhinged humour is your best quality — and honestly, it kind of is. You spent the last three and a half hours putting on green face paint and arguing over who gets to be Lord Farquaad. You’ll show up as Donkey, Shrek, or some oddly sexy version of the Fairy Godmother, and everyone will love you for it. You’ll still somehow pull, probably from someone dressed as a Roman soldier or a traffic cone.
The next morning, there’ll be glitter, face paint, and a trail of onion rings — because, like ogres, your night had layers.
Zombie anything
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You watched 28 Days Later once and decided you were edgy. Realistically, your costume just looks like you lost a fight with a red Sharpie. You’ll probably end up outside Kokomo explaining to a bouncer that the fake blood is, in fact, fake. You tell everyone you “don’t even like Halloween that much” but somehow always end the night in a bush.
The ‘didn’t dress up, but wore a black hoodie’ guy
You’re too cool for Halloween, but not too cool to go out and complain about it. You spent £40 on pints and zero effort on creativity. You’ll spend the night hovering awkwardly next to people in costumes and saying things like “nah, I’m just me but spooky.” No one knows your name, and that’s exactly how you like it.
Bonus: The guy who still hasn’t taken off his graduation gown
You’re either a fresher who found it in a charity shop or a fourth year in denial. Either way, you’ll be using your dissertation as an excuse to drink like it’s your last night alive.
No matter how tragic your costume, just remember — the scariest thing this Halloween is checking your bank balance on November 3rd
