how to ask someone to prom

I am really looking forward to more interactions between Michaela and her mom because ultimately I feel like they’re leading us to more dynamic and crucial points in The Prom Queen’s narrative arc. What we’d gotten from the winter finale was already so riveting and I can’t get over how, when Mrs. Pratt asked how she could help because her daughter was in shock, Michaela replied with “I’ve been through worse.” 

Gosh what had she been referring to? 

After seeing the news that the Keating House burned down and that someone had died she must have been remembering all those other nights she’d encountered Death™ courtesy of her employment. Or, since the whole time Mrs. Pratt had been at her apartment it’s been one long volleying of heated words between the two, could she have been reminding her mom of her past that she survived on her own?

I’m hoping that Asher won’t be able to sleep over as much and for Connor to move out and allow more formative interactions between Michaela and her mom that would probably encourage her to spend less time avoiding The Keating Family and be more willing to tackle situations that are actually within her control. (Although it was fascinating to see how she didn’t let up on how she talked to her even with a few of her [very drunk and silly] peers present to witness the whole thing. Michaela has been unflinchingly honest to this lot about her past and we’re really see her wield that aspect of herself as a weapon instead of a shield and I can’t get enough of it.) Now there’s this all new ordeal where AK is in jail, Laurel is recuperating, and all the rest of them are grieving, as it were. She is surrounded by all this conflict at school, in her ~work~ situation, and, if she can’t get her mom to leave, her ~family~ life to come home to. 

Sure, she’d never been close to Wes and she’s been adamantly refusing to get involved in any more mess from Keating and Co. but this is not something she would just sit out. I don’t see how Michaela could simply brush this off and I hope she doesn’t. At one point in her life she wanted to “be” Annalise and still there’s a part of her that wants to impress her. So now I think it’ll be a chance for her to reach her aspirations by forging her own path and not by imitating someone else or ignoring certain avenues to just focus on a single narrow direction towards her goal. 

It’s an opportunity in her narrative for Michaela to be the one to grab hold of the reins this time around, not because there’s no one else to do it, but because from everything we’ve gotten from her this season, she’s the one most capable of doing so. Millstone is more likely to follow her lead. Walsh is in no position to be in control when he’s only been able to do the bare minimum of that in his life. Hampton is only now just learning The Truth. Winterbottom and Delfino’s priorities are murky but they have each other to count on. Castillo is in the hospital and it seems that Travers will be there for her. Michaela is the only one right now I’d be comfortable in taking charge post-Murder Night 3.0, possibly along with Nate (I admit this one is more wishful thinking on my part than anything else) whose own motivations I’m still not clear on. 

Pratt herself doesn’t have a personal motivation for helping out The Team but that’s just it, we know that this is a character who won’t back down and who we’re finding out is more compassionate than first impressions have led us to believe. What she said about “putting herself first” feels like a really good first step into having Michaela consciously make the decision of not putting herself first, portraying more of that empathy she has sporadically shown since the first season, and becoming someone she won’t feel she has to “reinvent” or to emulate (such as her boss / heroine or the sort of person who transcended her past) because she herself is enough. 

She can handle this and in fact I can just see Michaela handling it all splendidly. 


all those asks are over a month old. i started this a while ago and just finished it today… thanks to everyone who sent me ideas or encouragement, its always good to see people interested in my work :)


when someone suggested prom i was like geeze… but then i thought, yeah. prom.

In this AU i never have them dating. but they care about each other, technically. they would go to prom together. even if they were sort of mutually grumpy about it.

the end…?


PROM Montage: Will you go to Prom with me? (by DisneyMovies)


What if Highschool!stuck Eridan was super excited about the upcoming prom and really wanted to ask out Sollux, but before he could their circle of friends started making jokes about how he’d probably ask out anyone out of desperation. (He has a certain neediness to him because he’s literally all alone in his house. Dualscar works with the military most of the year and cronus is at boarding school. It’s been this way for several years.)  This breaks down his self-esteem so much that he tries to just wait and see if maybe someone will ask him, maybe even Sollux. But then Sollux agrees to go with Feferi (as a misunderstanding, he thought it was a friend thing and she thought it was romantic) and Eridan sort of gives up hope.

He still goes to the prom though, clingy to the idea that he can still have fun and that maybe he can just dance with friends.

Except those friends spend most of the time making fun of his lack of a date.

So he finally can’t take it anymore and just slips off to one of the empty classrooms to sob in the corner. But Sollux who was starting to get worried followed him and overhears him sobbing and sort of figures out how bad his home life is, but rather then doing the right thing and checking on Eridan first, his poor social skills lead him to gather up their friends and explain what he heard, to which everyone figures out how shitty they’ve been. So they ask where Eridan is now and Sollux is just like Probably still in the classroom and everyone’s just like, you left him there???!!!

So they all head over to Eridan’s house to say sorry, but they can’t find him in the house ‘cause it’s so big and unused and they get creeped out by how quiet it is, and how little food there is and stuff. And they start to make connections to times when he would always ask to go over to one of their houses, and they’d blow him off and be like “you just wanna hit on me” and they figure out how lonely he must be. 

They end up having to split up to find it, and finally Karkat and Gamzee stumble upon him and he’s in a really bad state and neither know how to help him because Karkat was a major problem in making fun of Eridan and they can’t calm him down or anything, until Gamzee finally sobers up a bit, and because he was basically the nicest one to Eridan he calms him down after shoving Karkat out of the room.


The security guy omg

Prom starters
  • Send one for my muses reaction to yours saying this to them or send a ❀ for me to randomly generate one for my muse to say to yours!
  • 1. “ you want to go to prom with me?”
  • 2. “Prom? Sure I’ll go with you!”
  • 3. “Sorry....Someone else...already asked me,”
  • 4. “Who wants to go to prom anyway? It’s stupid and a waste of money,”
  • 5. “We can go to prom as friends, It’ll be fun,”
  • 6. “So we can each buy our own ticket....How should we get there?”
  • 7. “Are you going to wear a dress?”
  • 8. “Are you going to wear a tuxedo?”
  • 9. “What all do you need for prom anyway? Gah this is so confusing!”
  • 10. “So who are you taking to prom? Anyone cute?”
  • 11. “Do you know what the theme for this years prom will be?”
  • 12. “Prom committee has been so much fun!”
  • 13. “School dances are always lame, why bother?”
  • 14. “Can’t we just stay at my place?We can watch movies or something.”
  • 15. “I’m not going to prom alone, It would be lame,”
  • 16. “This invitation says I have to wear a dress/tuxedo. This is stupid!”
  • 17. “What the fuck is a corsage?”
  • 18. “So...Whats our budget on this stuff again?”
  • 19. “You don’t have a date...I don’t have a date...So let’s just go together,”
  • 20. “Do I have to wear this tuxedo/dress?”

emberia said:

Dear Auntie MJ, senior year of high school has a lot of accompanying feelings. Prom is coming up and it’s looking like I’ll be the only one in my friend group without a date. However, I think I might be catching feelings for someone I barely know. Is it worth trying to strengthen that connection, even though we will part ways for college soon? And how can I make the most out of the prom situation? Xoxo

Dear Emberia,

There are two questions here, and they require two distinct answers. Let us divide and conquer.

Question one: Is it worth trying to strengthen the connection with someone you barely know right before you leave for college and ask this person to prom?

Answer: Sure. Why not? Going to college is not like going off to the Hunger Games. It’s just moving to a different place. Sometimes it is not even that. Yes, things get shaken up, but that’s okay. I think the implication here is that asking someone to the prom is a Big Deal and if you have feelings, what happens to those feelings when you move to a new school? I don’t know. But I think you should go for it. Don’t use college as an excuse not to get to know someone. We have the internet now. And even without the internet, people did this kind of stuff all the time. Auntie MJ sees no downside to taking a chance on this. If you need inspiration to take a chance, watch this and be inspired by their sweaters.

Question two: How can you make the most of the prom situation?

Answer: Auntie MJ had to sit back and take a deep breath before answering this one. She thought of her own prom. She wrote about this prom back in 2006, but that is long enough now (and the post has been partially eaten by a web publishing service that shall remain unnamed but is Wordpress). I managed to dig up a copy of what I wrote, and I think it bears reprinting here, in the hopes that you can gain Wisdom from my experience.

See, our prom was about rules. It was about obedience. It was about training. And they started us early.

From our first days at school, we were taught that as formless, breastless freshman*, we were way too clueless to be allowed to wear things like heels. There was a complicated order to things relating to yearly dances, and each year it was reinforced in our heads. It went like this:


NOT A PROM. A freshman dinner dance. Party dresses only, knee length minimum. Heels at a maximum of one inch. No limos. No tuxes.


NOT A PROM. A Soph Hop. Slightly more fancy party dresses, knee length minimum. Same heel height. No limos. No tuxes.


A PROM. Tea length dresses permitted, knee length minimum. NO FLOOR LENGTH DRESSES. Two inch heels. No limos. No tuxes.



Now, it got complicated.

Floor length dresses were permitted. Tuxes were permitted. Limos were permitted. Heel length remained constant at two inches. The main thing to know is that we weren’t permitted to wear strapless dresses. No way, no how. That went for any dance, and this fact was drummed into our heads on every possible opportunity. However, every year the faculty actually voted on whether or not seniors could wear spaghetti strap dresses. This was such a huge deal that it merited a yearly discussion.

It was vetoed for our year.

We also had, like I mentioned previously, prom classes. This is when our senior year religion class was taken over for a week or two, and we were taught things like plate settings. This is when we had the mysterious Kleenex discussion, and when we were told not to get out of the car until our date opened the door.

And we also learned the schedule of how our prom was going to go down, just in case we were even thinking of having any fun.

Our arrival was to take place between 8 and 8:30. NO EXCEPTIONS. Failure to show up by 8:30 could result in the holding of our diploma.** Departure could not be before midnight, but could not be after twelve thirty.

The school brought in a “beauty expert,” a truly odious woman who taught us things like an exercise to keep our chins from getting flabby (slapping them) and that the cure for acne was more makeup. She was so insidious that at least two of my friends managed to walk out of the assembly, which was no minor feat. At my school, that was basically the equivalent of setting fire to your chair.

I bought a white satin dress for the prom. In retrospect, this was a strange choice, as I am pretty white myself. I am the color of porcelain and whole milk and daisy petals, if you’re romantic, and like someone in need of a transfusion if you’re not.***  I loved my white dress and white gloves. My dresses for the other years had all been a bit tragic****, but this one, this one I loved.

Exhibit A: The author of this piece and her friend Laurie (in green), on the way to prom. Laurie is, quite fairly, questioning the expression on my face. I think she sensed that I might be going into this thing with a less-than-enthusiastic attitude. This dress *looks* sleeveless, but what I did was pull those sides up over my shoulders so it had the appearance of sleeves. This would be a key factor in my arrival at the prom.

A group of us all went off to the prom together, after driving from house to house and picking everyone up, getting 200 pictures taken. Then we divided up into cars. I got into the one with one of my best and closet friends in the whole world. Her name is Kirsten. We left in plenty of time to get there by 8:00 or 8:30.

Kirsten’s boyfriend was driving us. She was up in the passenger’s seat, and I was in the back with my date. I remember it being a fun ride, right up until the time we got stuck in a massive traffic jam at 8:10. But we weren’t that far. We still had more than enough time.

Except that we hadn’t moved at 8:15. And not really that much by 8:20. Or five minutes after that. By now, Kir was getting seriously, seriously nervous.

“Re,” she said, leaning into the back seat. (My nickname is high school was Re. Only people who went to high school are allowed to call me this. It’s kind of a personal rule.)

“Re,” she said again, drawing me back from my own parenthetical interruption. “It’s 8:25.”

I looked at the clock on the dashboard. She was right.

“Well,” I said. “How far are we?”

“About seven or eight blocks,” her boyfriend said.

“We’re almost there,” I said to her.

“Yes. But we’re not there yet. And we might not be there in five minutes.”

I saw her point. We were going to graduate. We were going to get out of high school. 

“We can go seven or eight blocks in five minutes,” I said nervously. “Right?”

Wrong. By 8:28 we had gotten about two blocks closer.

“Re,” she said, leaning back again. “This time, seriously. We have to go.”

“Go how? We still have five or six blocks left.”

“I know. That’s why we have to go. Now.”

She opened her car door and got out. I followed.

“What are you doing?” I said, following her to the sidewalk. “We have two minutes.”

“If we don’t go,” she said. “They’re going to hold our diplomas.”

“And so, what? We run?”

Instead of answering this question in words, she responded in action. She started running down the street. And I ran right after her.

I’m not sure if you’ve tried to run in heels and a floor-length dress down a city sidewalk before. You probably haven’t. I don’t really recommend it. Especially if you are trying to preserve you hair and makeup and not get anything on your stark while dress and shoes, and if you are carrying long-stemmed roses and a purse. I didn’t spend a lot of time in heels back then. Our days were spent wearing our fabulous and sensible school shoes, so I wasn’t all that steady at normal walking pace. So running on a sidewalk (notorious surfaces on the best of days) was really a lot more than I was ready to take on. Also, we were the official show of all that stopped traffic.

Exhibit B: Our actual school shoes. They float in the clouds because wearing them is like being in a dream.

Bizarrely enough, this may have been the one physical act that my school had truly prepared me for. Since we didn’t have showers, we were always told to try not to sweat in gym. This doesn’t seem like something you can normally request or control, but we had actually learned to do this.

So we ran. We ran because we actually believed that we might not graduate high school if we didn’t. Kir and I, aside from being the non-Catholics, were both honor students. We weren’t at the very top, but we were far from the bottom. And yet, we were still afraid that we might not be able to go to college or ever, ever leave our high school just because we got stuck in traffic.

We arrived, out of breath, at 8:32. Our dates had no caught up with us. We barged into the hall on our own. Our principal was waiting there, clipboard in hand.

“Running a little late, are we?” she said.

It had to have been completely obvious that we had just been running. Our hair was all blown around, we were breathing too heavily to answer.

“And where are you dates?” she continued.

We heaved for breath and pointed at the door, indicating that they were somewhere in the world.

“Girls,” she said, in a warning tone. “You were told when to arrive.”

“We got stuck in traffic, Sister,” Kir said.

Sister shook her head and wrote something down.

“Bring your dates and go and greet everyone,” she said. “Everyone has been waiting for you.”

That last bit was meant to sting. See, it wasn’t over yet. At our school, there was a receiving line at the proms.

“Receiving line?” you ask. “What do you mean by that?”

I mean that you had to walk around and introduce your date to every single faculty member that turned up, and they ALL turned up. An entire WALL OF NUNS. I’m talking about twenty-five or so. Seriously. And you had to say hello to every single last one of them and have your date shake their hand, and if they wanted to talk, you stood there and talked.

And here’s the really important part of this: the lobby area of the place where we had our prom? Mirrored on all sides. So it looked like THOUSANDS OF NUNS. I think this is the same trick they used in that last scene of Star Wars, when they go and get their medals, and there are millions of rebel alliance fighters all lined up. And not just thousands of nuns … thousands of nuns that had been denied the pre-dinner snacks because Kir and I were “late.”

Exhibit C: Let’s go to the prom.

In a class of 125 girls, having twenty five to thirty dedicated chaperones patrolling the edges of the floor, ready, willing, and able to bust in to any couple making out for more than 30 seconds (the limit) … it all makes for a fairly controlled experience. Kir and I spent the whole night not really knowing what had been written on the clipboard, and it was a while (weeks, really) before we were convinced that we were in the clear.

How does this help you, my dear Emberia? I admit I am not sure. It proves a person can run in heels and not sweat. That’s something, isn’t it?

I guess the best lesson is that the prom? Is a dance. It’s not the be-all, end-all of anything. Anyone who thinks that the prom is somehow a measure of what the rest of life will be like has either not left high school yet (and thus has no idea that they are wrong) or are people think life is high school. Which it is not.  Dance if you want to dance or sit around and talk if you want to talk. If it’s extremely fun, great! If it’s boring, no big deal! If it’s a disaster, you will have a story to tell FOR YEARS AND YEARS. If it is a weird list of rules and you have to run down the street to get to it and there are millions of nuns there, you will become a YA author and live in my house.

Good luck out there. I will be thinking of you.


Auntie MJ

* Our chests were measured in the gym a few weeks before Freshman year in order to order our vests. The highlight was that we had a Breast-Size Guessing Nun who could just look at us and predict how much we would grow, chestwise, in the next four years and she would SHOUT THESE RESULTS across the gym, because the person writing down the sizes was across the gym for some reason. So people would be evaluated by the BSGN and she would say things like, “THIS ONE IS FLAT AS A BOARD. GET HER A SMALL. THAT’S ALL SHE’LL NEED.”

** They really hammered this home.

*** Recent events and blood tests have shown that I am exactly the kind of person who needs a blood transfusion. The pale skin is due to very low iron. We didn’t know it then. We just knew I was the one person who never really seemed to tan.

**** This is an understatement. The other dresses were all J.C. Penny closeouts from the bridal department. I’ve lost all records of the first one. The second one is a massive floral print, like something designed to attract sight-impaired bees. The nicest thing I can say about the third one is that it looks extremely flammable. 

[The high school AU where one of them try to ask the other to prom]


“How do I ask someone to go to prom with me?” Stiles asks suddenly and Derek’s breath hitches. They are in the middle of studying for their English test and Derek couldn’t be feeling more tired to deal with Stiles having a crisis.

“Why do you think I know?” Derek says, pretending to be really interested in his copy of Wuthering Heights. “I never asked anyone to go to prom.”

“I know.” Stiles answers, punching Derek lightly on the shoulder. “I’m asking like – how would you like to be invited? Flowers? A letter?”

Derek closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries to hide the fact that he’s almost dying inside. They’ve been friends since ninth grade when Stiles helped him get rid of some stupid guy giving Derek’s little sister a hard time, and it didn’t take too long for Derek to realize that he wanted to hold Stiles’ hand as they went to the movies instead of just sharing popcorn back and forth.

That wouldn’t be a problem if Stiles didn’t spend most of his time talking about how amazing Lydia is, and that’s awesome she’s his lab partner and also how cool it would be if they went to college together.

I wouldn’t want flowers.” Derek says, closing his book. If he has to go through this, then he better make it quick. “But I suppose a girl would. The guy who took Laura to prom gave her a bouquet that probably cost him a fortune.” Stiles nods determined, scribbles something on a paper and makes a ‘go on’ gesture with his hand. “And I think a letter is too much. Just be polite, nice and don’t act like a jerk if she says no.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles says. “You’re not helping at all. Come on, tell me how would you like to be asked!” He waves his hands around in such a Stiles fashion that Derek’s heart skips a beat at the sight. He’s so gone, it’s pathetic.

“I don’t know.” Derek says. “I never stopped to think about it.” It’s a lie and if Stiles went to ask Cora or Laura about it, they would probably confirm, because Derek asked for advices on how to act in case someone - or Stiles - asked him more than once, actually.

Stiles rolls his eyes, reaches out to squeeze Derek’s shoulder. Stiles’ hand is warm and it sends a shiver down Derek’s spine, making him flinch away, afraid that Stiles will notice his reaction. “Sorry.” Stiles says immediately, eyes widening as he drops his hand.

“It’s fine.” Derek rushes to say. “There’s not a perfect way to invite someone. Just keep it simple, be nice. But if you absolutely want to do something else – ask her out?” He suggests, sighing. It’s hard to be a good friend when in reality all he wants is to run away and never talk to Stiles again. “I like ice cream, but I guess dinner somewhere nice would be cool, too.”

Stiles nods, smiles and throws himself at Derek. “Thank you.” He whispers.

Derek hugs Stiles back, swallowing around the lump in his throat and mutters a weak ’you’re welcome’.

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Supergirl aesthetics - SuperCat Highschool AU

When Cat Grant, aspiring journalist at a local newspaper, has to write an article about the track race at her school she has to do a short interview with the winner, Kara Danvers. 

And she recognizes this girl, always sitting in the library at the same time as herself when she writes her articles, and the best thing is, Kara recognizes her, too.

“Maybe I could sit with you next time? I always learn better when there’s someone next to me working, too.”

“Bring coffee, and it’s a date.”

As prom approaches Kara is set on asking Cat, even though they’re not really dating - although in Alex’s opinion they totally are - but Cat always said that just asking wouldn’t do it. 

And this is how Kara sings “Can I Have This Dance” to Cat in the auditorium during their usual writing session.

“You have to stop watching all those Disney musicals.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course, you idiot.”

A Horribly Terrible Mortifying Moment

It all started yesterday, when my class adviser tried to sell me a junior prom ticket:

Me: Oh, no thanks Ms. [her name]. I’m going to buy one on monday.

My Friend: Yeah, me too. We need dates first!

Her: WHAT????? You girls don’t have dates??????? How is that possible?????

Other Teacher: You girls could have any guy in the school!!! Get asking!!

Me: Haha thanks, I’m flattered! But I have some ideas in mind, I just haven’t asked yet.

Her: This is unacceptable! We need to find you a junior prom date. I’ll make a list.

Me: NO that’s okay!! I will find one myself! I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine!!!

…….an hour later…. we’re outside at lunch. The teacher walks outside and yells to me:

Her: I found you a prom date! [Hot popular guy] doesn’t have a date, and all his friends are going! Take him!

Me: Uhhhhhh NO I barely know the kid! (*our only interaction has been at parties or while he was drunk*) I don’t want to go with somebody I don’t know!

Her: Okay, I’m going to keep thinking!


………20 minutes later, I’m sitting at my lunch table, and she comes in, yelling across the cafeteria:

Her: [My name]! I found you a date! You’re going to go with [Other hot popular guy]!

Me: NO I don’t know him….! (*we’ve never spoken before*)

Her: That’s okay, I’m going to introduce you! (*she starts looking for him - keep in mind this is all across the crowded cafeteria, and his friends are sitting RIGHT THERE*)

Me: No, really! I can find my own date!

So she leaves. And apparently starts telling people that I’m going to junior prom with this guy. So I quickly had to tell a LOT of people that it wasn’t true! And then as I was hurrying out of the room, completely mortified, I hear her asking the first guy she suggested if he’d go with me. It was HORRIBLE.

I can find my own date! I’m quite far from socially inept, and lots of guys would kill to go with me! I just haven’t asked anyone yet!

Baffled and Blonde~

You and Luke were seniors in high school, and you’d been best friends since the fifth grade. Somewhere around freshman year you realized that you had feelings for Luke, but you were never sure how to tell him. When prom finally rolled around, you decided to tell him how you felt by asking him to be your date. When you asked him what his prom plans were, he told you that he was asked out by a girl in your class. You were so crushed, but deep down you were happy that he found someone to go with, even if it wasn’t you.

When Prom Night finally came, you decided that you didn’t want to go anymore if you couldn’t go with him, so you stayed home alone, letting the hours pass until midnight finally rolled around and you heard rocks being thrown at your window. You didn’t even wonder who it was, because that had always been Luke’s way of letting you know that he was around. You went down to your front yard in your pajamas and found him standing there in his tux, a corsage in his hand.

You asked him how the prom was, and he told you that he called his date and cancelled because, “It just didn’t feel right going with anyone but you.” And that was when you realized that he loves you, too. He put the corsage on your wrist and started a playlist on his phone. The two of you danced together until every song had played, and when you were standing in silence, he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with a kiss.

When you broke apart, he gave you a wry half-smirk before he sad, “That was even better than I thought it was going to be.” And the way he laughed after he says that was so adorable you just had to kiss him again.

High school!5sos blurb night with hemmocrat and lashtonirmings :)