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Hi @taylorswift​ yesterday was an incredible day!! My mom was finally able to take me to look at Prom dresses for my 25th Birthday Party!! I know she enjoyed it so much because she never got to go prom dress shopping with me in high school. The smile on her face as I was trying on the dresses, I almost wanted to cry because she just wants me to be happy and have the best!! I love her so much!! I tried on so many but I kept coming back to this dress and I decided this is the one!!! I felt so beautiful and happy in it!! As I was wearing the dress, I thought to myself “I think Taylor would wear something like this!” It is the dress I would have probably worn to prom if I could have gone. Now I get to wear it at my birthday prom!! I can’t wait!! @taylorswift I hope you will be able to make it to my Birthday Prom on Sat, June 24th 2017 @ 7pm!!! I know my mom would be so happy knowing her little girl had one of her biggest dreams to come true!!! It’s going to be the prom I have always dreamed of, where I feel confident in how I look and stronger than I have ever been!! You helped me become who I am today with your encouraging words and loving actions!! I would love to be able to dance the night away with you in my beautiful dress at my party!!! Thank you for all you have done and I hope I will be able to thank you in person soon!! I will never let that dream go because I know one day it could be possible!!! That day will be a great day!!! Love you Tay :)

Btw Taylor this dress has pockets!! I think you would appreciate that extra awesomeness to the dress ;)

~ Suzy W 

Ruined Prom night (Shawn Mendes)

Hi loves,

please request something I’m running out of ideas haha. 

Requests are open!

Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by teendotcom

Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really have choise

**

„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t  worry, you’ll be fine. I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much for me but it still made me nervous.

„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat. Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like it happened just yesterday.  „Well you don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N, if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the evening‘s done“  I said knowing it would put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed my lips before stepping out of the car.

**

Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now. Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.

When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me  I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy? Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.

On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me? Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their  prom dresses. I should have been there with my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves. Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I left.

Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am. Pathetic.

**

Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.

**

„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so mad at me?  I gave you an oppurtunity to be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel room. I needed to get out of here.

**

„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.

I was sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.

I turned around when I heard soft music start to play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically. Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”

The “Princess” and The “Frog”

For @i-dont-know-how-to-write ‘s meet-cute challenge. 

*Dean-centric

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“Oh, my God!” Charlie squealed. “You look so hot!”

You laughed. “Thanks? I wasn’t really sure what to wear, so I just grabbed my old prom dress and, uh, I guess I’m a… princess?”

“Love it!” Charlie pulled you into her home, leading you into the crowd. “And we don’t have one here yet.”

You looked around at the party guests. You saw a lot of typical costumes—skeletons, ghosts, Frankenstein’s monsters, vampires. You saw some ‘pop culture’ costumes—comic book characters, movie and TV characters. You recognized some of the people underneath their costumes, but there were a lot of faces you didn’t know.

You tried to enjoy the party but after a while, you grew overwhelmed. You made sure no one was watching before slipping out the patio door.

You took a few deep breaths, inhaling the crisp autumn air. The air was cool but it felt good on your skin. You looked down at the dress; you’d had to do some altering to make it fit, but you still liked how it looked on you.

“Now if only I had my Prince Charming,” you said with a slight twirl of your skirt.

“Prince Charming, eh?”

You turned back towards the house, expecting to see one of the guests.

You were alone.

“Must be the Halloween spirits,” you said to yourself, sitting on the bench in Charlie’s backyard.

“No spirits,” the voice said again.

You looked around; still alone. “Okay, seriously, Charlie, what’s going on?”

“Name’s Dean, not Charlie.”

You felt something brush against your skirt. Looking down, you saw a green blob rustle against your dress before hopping up to the bench next to you.

A frog.

“Okay, that Jungle Juice must’ve been stronger than I thought,” you said, looking at the frog. “It’s got me thinking frogs can talk.”

“I can, Princess.”

You jumped up in surprise, nearly tripping on your skirt. “What the hell?!”

“Easy, Princess. I can explain.”

“Nope,” you said, gathering your skirt and heading for the door. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“Wait!” The frog hopped over to you, stopping in front of you. “Please, let me explain.”

You looked through the patio door; the party was still in full swing, but you didn’t need someone looking up and seeing you talking to a frog. You headed back to the bench, turning your back to the house.

The frog hopped up on the bench next to you, peering up at you with those weird yellowish eyes. “Okay,” the frog said. “So. My name is Dean.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wasn’t always a frog. I used to be human. An important one, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. My dad, brother and I own a law firm. Winchester—heard of it?”

“God, of course, you’re a lawyer. Gone from one slimy creature to another.”

“It’s not slime, it’s mucus,” Dean said indignantly.

“Whatever.”

Dean huffed. “Anyway. I was this high-power lawyer, right? And apparently one of my clients was a witch and she didn’t think we won the case correctly and she…” The frog indicated at its body, a surprisingly human gesture. “Did this to me.”

“So, what you’re saying is that witches exist and one turned you into a frog on Halloween because you didn’t win her a big enough settlement?”

“Basically.”

You shook your head; how had you gotten to this point where you were listening to a frog?

“Look, I think we can help each other.”

You peered down at the amphibian. “How?”

“You remember that old fairy tale? The Frog Prince?”

You didn’t like where this was going. “Uh-huh…”

“So… you kiss me, I’ll turn back into a human.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“My brother’s single.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who said you wanted a Prince Charming. He’s the closest you’ll get.” Dean paused. “I can also pay you.”

“I’m not a prostitute.”

“I didn’t…”

You sighed. “This… won’t get out, will it? You won’t tell anyone?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to tell anyone about any part of this. It could ruin me.”

You held your hand out, letting the frog hop into it. You took a deep breath, shut your eyes, pursed your lips, and…

Your body felt cold once your lips met the frog’s. It also felt like someone was squeezing you in a giant hug. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself shrouded in darkness.

And… cloth.

You managed to scramble out of whatever was trapping you, finding yourself on the bench. Everything seemed normal.

But Dean the frog still sat in front of you.

“Oh, shit,” he said.

“What?” You looked around.

And then down.

“What the hell?!”

“Calm down,” Dean said, hopping over to you.

“Don’t touch me! You did this to me!” You looked down at your webbed fingers, your green skin. “God, and here I was worried about getting warts. But no, I turned into a fucking frog!”

“It’s okay. We can work this out,” Dean said.

“How?”

At that moment, the patio door opened. “Y/N?” Charlie called. “You out here?”

“We need to go,” Dean said, hopping off towards the bushes.

“But… what about Charlie?”

“She can’t help us. The fewer people involved, the better.”

You followed after Dean. “But what about my dress? What if she sees it laying there and thinks I was abducted or dragged off and raped?”

“She’ll probably just think you had too much to drink and decided to streak through the neighborhood.”

“Please. She’d never think that about me.”

Dean looked back at you. “No?”

You opened your mouth to argue but closed it. “College was a weird time, okay? And it only happened once or twice.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I don’t need any judgment from you, Froggy.” You looked around; Dean was leading you through a residential neighborhood. “Where are we going?”

“I, uh… have a friend who may be able to help us.”

“A friend?”

“Yeah, he’s, uh… well, he’s kind of this voodoo guy.”

“Seriously?”

“He swears by it.”

“You know a voodoo guy and instead of going to him in the first place, you made me kiss you and turned me into a frog?”

“Can you blame me? Would you go to a friend in frog form? It’s embarrassing. Besides, you…”

“What about me?”

Dean quickly turned away. “Nothing.”

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“All right, this is his place.”

The two of you sat on the porch, staring up at the door. It looked like a completely normal house (even though it stuck out by not being decorated for the holiday), not at all what you thought a voodoo… person would live in.

“Okay, I’m gonna hop up and ring the doorbell and then we’ll be fixed.”

You watched as Dean jumped in vain, constantly missing the doorbell.

“What the hell is this?” a scruffy faced man said, opening the door. He peered down at the two of you. “Frogs? Well, I’m not exactly craving frog legs, but how can you deny a meal when it shows up at your doorstep?”

You started to jump away in fear, but Dean stood his ground. “Crowley! It’s me. Dean.”

“Dean? Dean Winchester?”

“Look, man, I need your help.” Dean glanced over at you. “We need your help.”

Crowley crouched down, picking Dean up. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

“It’s a long story. Can you change us back?”

“We can try.” Crowley’s other hand darted out, grabbing you around your midsection. He carried the two of you into his house, setting you on his kitchen table.

“Um… are you sure we can trust this guy?” you asked, looking around at all the weird and slightly dangerous items strewn around Crowley’s kitchen.

“Best voodoo man I know.” Dean paused. “Well, he’s the only voodoo man I know, but still.”

“So,” Crowley said from the stove, throwing unsavory looking (and smelling) ingredients into a pot. “What happened, Winchester?”

“It’s…”

“A witch turned him into a frog because he didn’t win her case the way she wanted,” you interjected. “And then this slime-ball said if I kissed him, he’d turn back. But instead, I got roped into this bullshit.”

“Mucus, not slime,” Dean argued.

Crowley turned back, staring at Dean. “Since when did your dad let you back into the firm?”

Dean croaked slightly. “I…”

“What do you mean, let you back in?” you asked. “You said you were a lawyer.”

Dean sighed. “I was. But…”

“But?”

“I was never in the law game, all right? I never got the thrill of winning a case. My dad did, my brother did. But I… I wanted something different. So I stopped putting in effort and my dad let me leave.”

“More like he fired you,” Crowley said with a smirk.

“Shut up, Crowley.”

“You son of a bitch!” You lunged at him, fingers dying to wrap around his slimy throat.

“Hey, whoa, easy!” Dean hopped backward, nearly falling off the table. “Look, I’m sorry I lied, but if you remember, I told you I’d introduce you to my brother. He’s the high-powered lawyer, not me. I’ll still introduce you, I promise.”

“She’s not mad about the introduction,” Crowley said, stirring the pot. “She’s mad that you lied.”

Dean looked over at you, sheepishly. “Sorry.”

You gave a slight nod. “I just want this to be done with.” You glanced at the man at the stove. “Are you sure this will work?”

“Well, usually I’m doing the opposite, turning people into less than desirable creatures, but I don’t see why it won’t work.”

That was less than comforting but you really had nothing else to cling to. Crowley finished up his potion before bringing two shot glasses over to the table.

“All right, you two. Drink up.”

The smell was unholy but you were already sick and tired of the slime (ahem, mucus) on your skin. You grabbed the glass with both hands and tipped the potion back into your throat.

“Whoa,” Dean said. “You sure you only streaked a few times?”

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Crowley bid you two adieu (after rubbing a balm on your backs that would allow you to slip into your homes under the door). He said that the potion should kick in by morning; Crowley would send one of his shadow friends to check in on you. If you weren’t back to normal, he’d swing by and try option B.

You and Dean sat on the sidewalk in front of Crowley’s house. “Well… this is certainly a Halloween I’ll remember.”

“Look, I’m sorry. Really. For… everything.”

“It’s… fine. But you better pray that Crowley knows what he’s doing. If we’re not back to normal in the morning, I will hunt you down and plop you in the fryer myself.”

Dean chuckled. “Deal.”

As you hopped away, he called after you.

“Look, for what it’s worth… you looked really pretty in that dress earlier.”

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In the morning, you woke up in your bed and in your human body.

For whatever reason, you felt the need to check in on Dean. You hoped he was back to normal. So you pulled on some clothes and drove to a location you’d never imagined you’d be at.

“Welcome to Winchester Law,” the secretary said when you walked in. “How can I help you?”

“Um, I need to see Dean.”

“Dean? Dean Winchester?”

“Yes.”

“He no longer works here.”

“Well, yeah, I’d heard that, but I was hoping you could tell me where he lives?”

The secretary gave you a strange look. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t divulge that information.”

“What information?” A tall man with dark hair stepped up.

“She’s looking for Dean.”

“What do you want with my brother?” the man asked. His tone wasn’t accusatory but you could tell he was wary of what your answer might be.

“I just… need to see him. We had a mishap last night and I–”

“Mishap? What happened?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. But I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

The man studied you for a few moments before nodding. He reached over and grabbed a post-it from the secretary’s desk, scribbling an address and a phone number on it. “If he’s not home, please call me. He’s got a few hideouts; I’ll help you search for him.”

“Thank you, Mr. Winchester.”

“Please. Call me Sam.”

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You pulled up in front of the address Sam had given you. It was a decent home, the lawn was well kept. You stepped up to the front door, ringing the bell. You were about to ring it again when the door opened.

“Y/N?”

“Well, I see the potion worked.”

The man in front of you was… tall, well-built, muscular. His eyes were the same green his skin had been last night. His sandy hair was sleep-tousled, sticking up at odd angles. It was an odd contrast to the well-dressed brother you’d met earlier.

“How’d you find me?”

“I went to your law firm. Well, your family’s law firm. Your brother gave me your address.”

Dean nodded. “So much for my promise to introduce you to your Prince Charming.”

You shook your head. “It’s… he’s not my type.”

The air between the two of you was still, awkward.

“Well,” you said, taking a step back. “I just wanted to see if you were still slimy, and now I see you’re not, so… I’ll be on my way.”

As you stepped down the porch, something occurred to you. Turning, you saw Dean still watching you. “Hey, you never did tell me what exactly happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said a client turned you into a frog because you didn’t get the settlement. But Crowley said you got fired. So how exactly did you get turned into a frog?”

The corner of Dean’s mouth rose slightly, his green eyes sparkling. “Can I tell you over a cup of coffee?”

Your heart fluttered slightly. Was this a date? “So long as it tastes better than whatever it was that Crowley gave us last night.”

“Deal.”

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Had to share some of my young Moon Butterfly cosplay of my own design. And my mom said I’d never wear my prom dress again, jokes on her!

The wig I styled myself, it was my first time styling a wig and unfortunately it didn’t quite fit right and I didn’t take into account the style of the bun because this wig legitimately weighed around 3 pounds and my neck hurt by the end of it haha.
Just Friends (A Janthony Fanfic)

I know I’ve been MIA but I wrote this this weekend and here it is. This is an au high school fic. This is VERY au, more than I usually write, but it was a lot of fun doing this one. Please just assume that Jas, Anthony, Oak, and Pippa are all the same age in this. 

Let me know how you like it! 

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“Ugh…” Anthony groans, the sweat forming on his brow.

“Anthony, it’s not gonna fit,” Jasmine bites her lip, releasing the breath she was holding in, “It’s too big!”

“Will you relax? It fit before…” Anthony moves her hands away and gives it one final push before it’s jammed inside.

“Aha! I told you it would fit!” Anthony steps back from his locker, hands on his hips, and a smile on his face. He looks over at Jasmine who has her arms crossed against her chest.

“I told you not to bring your guitar case in the first place but you’ve proved me wrong once again Ramos.” She walks over to her own locker and opens it, grabbing her books for the day.

Anthony closes his and leans on his side, facing his best friend. There was only five minutes before their first class of the day but he was willing to wait for her.

He wasn’t sure why it happened, constantly waiting for Jasmine, but it did.

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Front and back of my full Labyrinth Masquerade Ball costume.

I did not make the dress itself; I actually bought it to wear to my high school prom (which I ended up not attending) ten years ago. I think this was its destiny all along.
The armor was designed with the dress in mind, to compliment the lines and the beading motifs. I made some alterations to the dress, including cutting out the back to match the armor. I love how the whole look turned out and I’ll probably bring it to Dragon Con next month!

I’m going to my prom tonight, and in the hype for it, I sketched up Marinette wearing my prom dress (and jewellery). It isn’t my best artwork, but hey, she looks cute in it. <3

Btw its transparent ;P


Bonus:

@teammiraculous @miraculoustrash @kitty-chat-noir @miraculousftw @miraculousfangirl @tails-and-wings @ladyncir @miraculous-ladybug-family-trash @miraculous-ladybug @miraculous-ladybugandchatnoir @miraculous-lady-bug

Oh, Kiss Me

Title: Oh, Kiss Me
Member: Sehun
For: jonginings

Kiss Me
Out of the bearded barley
Nightly, besides the green green grass

Nervousness crept it’s way across your body and settled in the pit of your stomach. It was dark, far too dark for you to be wandering the empty fields. You regretted it, from the very second you decided to take notice of the small pebbles colliding against your window. No, even more than that, you regretted befriending the short, brown haired boy all those years ago.

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Long story short, I went to this Quinceñera themed 45th bday/Christmas party for my Chinese American coworker, and only she and I dressed up. But it was fun! Good excuse to wear my prom dress again and I actually think I look better in it today than I did back in high school! That never happens!