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Park officials speak out against promposal graffiti in Santa Monica national park

  • In a Thursday post on the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area’s Facebook page, a park official wrote that park rangers had found a prom invitation — or “promposal” — graffitied on the public lands.
  • “We love hearing about creative promposals, but damaging public lands is not the way to do it,” “Ranger Zach” wrote in the post.
  • Not only is the graffiti an eye sore for guests, the spray paint can potentially harm nearby ecosystems. Read more (5/26/17)

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PSA: You actually CAN ask your Autistic or otherwise Neurodivergent classmate to prom without inviting the news to cover it, or recording it and posting it on Facebook, fishing for people to call you “inspirational” or a “hero”.
That is all.

xjustfandomx  asked:

Hi! So I always go to your blog when I need cheering up because it's so full of life and fun so I wanted to ask if you have any long fluffy pack fics with sterek just the pack sticking up for eachother I've had a rough time with my 'friends' this week and I just need some pack being close and loving thank you!

I’m so sorry about your friends. Hopefully things have gotten better. Either way here’s some pack as family fluff for you. - Anastasia

Originally posted by whatthehellbells

Feels Like Belonging by nan

(1/1 I 2,513 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

The Alpha by SereneCalamity

(1/1 I 2,683 I Explicit I Sterek)

People were sometimes to surprised when they realized who the Alpha of Beaconhills was.

They Were Pack by Shippings_galore

(1/1 I 3,544 I General I Sterek)

Stiles gets the new pack to go to prom. Lydia invites the old pack members (that we all miss and love), not telling him (or the new pack) that she had also invited a certain Sourwolf.

Building Blocks by Lisztful

(1/1 I 5,417 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles doesn’t exactly mean to start cleaning up after everybody, it’s just that, well, sometimes he thinks Derek turned them into actual animals.

hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by extantecstasy

(1/1 I 19,132 I Teen I Sterek)

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles’ dormant magic has to ruin everything.

ladybugs by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 20,273 I Explicit I Sterek)

It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights.

In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

The Hale House of Mythical Creatures by Demimonde (Katherene)

(16/? I 38,224 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is eight when his mom dies.

Stiles is eight when his dad drops him off on the Hale’s front porch and then leaves him there.

This is the story of a little lost Spark growing up in a place that might have been made for him all along.

Living With Lycanthropy by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 44,095 I Explicit I Sterek)

Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

(Or, if Teen Wolf was more like Gilmore Girls, with everyone far too invested in whether the Hale boy and the Sheriff’s kid will work it out, and Laura Hale wrote a handbook for alpha werewolves.)

The Littlest Alpha by triedunture

(16/16 I 52,508 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

Future Dreams by littlefrog1025

(14/14 I 74,773 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles accidentally summons he and Derek’s children from the future to the present.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam

(10/10 I 105,192 I Explicit I Sterek)

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken–she just said no.

One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”

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A Twilight Kiss- Adrienette Month Day Seventeen

She kicks her balcony, angrily. Stupid prom.

She sighs, leaning against the rail, tired, pressing her eyes closed, and feeling the hot tears spill between her lids. “Does it even matter? Will I care tomorrow?” she murmurs.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

She screams, stumbling away from Chat, who seems to have just landed, silently, on her rail. “You scared me! What… what are you doing here?” she takes a moment before remembering that, no, she’s not Ladybug right now, she’s Marinette, a civilian, and a supposed ‘fangirl’ of Chat. “I mean, I’m sure an incredible hero like you has better things to do than talk to teenage girls who didn’t get an invite to prom…”

“Is that what you’re upset about?” he tilts his head. “But I thought Nathanael invited you…?”

“I don’t want to go with Nathanael,” she explains, brushing her tears away. “There’s… there’s this other guy, who I really, really wanted to ask, but when I tried… I choked. And now, I’m alone on Junior Prom Night. Yay.”

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the thing is that tumblr people had been talking about meetups since 2009 or 2010. there were a series of popular posts that went around in 2010 and 2011 of tumblr university. most of the people on the website were in high school, so we talked about it like a weird boarding school/university mashup where all the weird fans would go and find community. 

people made manips about what it would look like:

they also created tumblr prom. people would ask other tumblr users out, and they’d post photos of themselves in fancy outfits. for some people, it was about connecting long distance. other people would say things like “the only prom i’m getting invited to.”

they announced the convention in 2013 (though it didn’t happen until 2014). and by that time, conventions were popular. even youtubers were having gatherings. vidcon existed. geekycon (then leakycon) did too. but a lot of the culture from that time had disappeared (look at the post i just reblogged). a lot of people had grown up. we were awkward and immature in 2010 because we so many of us were in our early to mid teens.

anyway, by the time dashcon rolled around, the people who ran it didn’t do their research and didn’t know what they were doing. i think because they saw all of these tumblr trends, they also expected turnout to be a lot higher. but, again, fandom had shifted gears, and most people who wanted to go to similar fandom cons were planning on going to the ones that already existed. it was all a mess and like the last, most disastrous remains of the culture i grew up with.

V E R N O N #1: Prom Date

Genre: Fluff, School

Category: Sweet Seventeen

Word Count: 2497 words

A/N: This has been in my drafts for quite sometime now and I finished it just in case i forget! Enjoy~

The ticking of the clock was only sound that filled in your bedroom while the dimmed desktop lamp gave the room a melancholy glow. Your parents were working overtime for the fourth time this week and your two year old brother sounded asleep in the next room. You were getting some studying done and truth be told, you were actually trying to study. For the past hour and a half, you’ve been procrastinating by scrolling through your favourite social media. You looked at the clock hung beside the door and sighed, it was only nine o’clock.

Slouching your back, you made your way to the kitchen and shuffled through the fridge to grab a soda. You nearly dropped your drink when you heard vigourous knocking at your door.

Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was.

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anonymous asked:

ooooooooo! who's the lucky person you're taking to prom?

No one. Just me, myself, and I who are ready to go sneak into prom since my upperclassmen prom date cancelled on me

Who Wants to go to Prom Anyways?

Originally posted by pennyackles

Characters: Dean x (Plus-size)!Reader

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Can you write a oneshot where in high school teen!dean used to brutally make fun of chubby!reader even though he liked her and he sees her a few years later and is so nice and apologizes.

A/N:  Hey, love.  I realize that this is a little bit different than what you requested.  I just had a hard time imagining Dean making fun of a woman over weight.  I flipped through a few episodes and couldn’t find any times he had.  So I thought about my High School experiences.  Which, being 8 years, gave me a different perspective.  People do mean, crappy things.  I got asked out as joke. A lot.  I don’t know why.  But the worst part of was that I somehow internalized that voice, and now at 26 I still worry that after 4 years of marriage, my husband is still with me as a joke.  So, I kind of decided that’s really the only thing I know how to write about and I hope that’s okay.

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

High school ends and words fade, all the years, all the fake prom invitations and jokes in the girl’s locker room.  The people that made you cry in the bathroom become faceless archetypes’ you can’t quite name after ten years.  

What doesn’t fade, what really sticks with you, are the lessons that you learn about yourself and the ways you learn to treat yourself.  What they did to you was terrible.  But the things to learned to think and say about yourself are worse.  How do you stop a bully that lives in your own head?

You sat at the bar, nursing your drink and trying to forget the day you’d just had.  Meeting after meeting.  Dealing with supervisors that didn’t know the software as well as you. You’d thought by now your dream job would be more dream, less nightmare.  All you wanted was a drink or two and some peace.

“Y/N?  Y/N L/N?”  


You inhaled your drink in shock, coughing and sputtering when you finally turned.  But you already knew who it was.  Ten years couldn’t make you forget him.  

“Dean Winchester,” you said when you finally caught your breath.  It all came back crystal clear.  You remembered the color of your high tops and the smell of his stupid leather jacket.  

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It is the night all the seniors have been waiting for and will always remember. For most of us, it’s the first time you really get to dress up like a princess for a night. I fortunately got the opportunity to go last year and made mental notes on what I should do for my prom. Now that it is my year and my prom is a week away, I have decided to share what I have been doing/will be doing to prep for the big night.

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I like to think that the ladies love Aaron Burr okay that’s definitely a thing, so all I want is for him to turn down countless invitations to prom because he’s waiting (hoping) for a certain someone to ask him and gets more and more disappointed the closer it gets to prom and a certain Alexander Hamilton has yet to ask him.

And I need Alex hearing from pretty much everyone that Aaron Burr turns down literally everyone who asks him to prom, so Alex thinks there’s no way in hell he has a chance. But it’s probably Jefferson or someone who’s like “He’s said no to everyone, why would he say yes to you?” and Alexander basically takes that as a challenge and comes up with a promposal that’s impossible to say no to (not that Aaron would, but Alex doesn’t know that)

And Alexander knows Aaron well enough to know that he would hate something big and would hate being put on the spot in front of a bunch of people so he comes up with something cute like a coded message Aaron has to figure out and it pretty much takes him all day and there are riddles and puzzles and Aaron absolutely loves it and once he finds out its from Alexander (and feels ridiculous for not realizing that Alexander is the only one who could manage pulling something so complex and time consuming off a week before prom), he’s unable to wipe the smile from his face for days.


Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

◇ “Now’s not the time to be getting shy on me, doll - you certainly weren’t when you were sitting on my lap.”

◇ Bobby x reader

◇ highschool!au


You weren’t stupid, and you definitely wouldn’t deny that you had feelings for Kim Jiwon - or Bobby, as he was more widely known. He was handsome, and smart, and funny - there was only one problem; he was your arch-enemy.

It was stupid, admittedly; it had started way before you had entered high school, with Bobby challenging you to see how many maths problems you could solve in one minute (you won), and from then on, it was known that you and Kim Jiwon didn’t get along one bit.

But as you grew older, and you started to develop, you couldn’t help but thinking about him and noticing how he’d changed; his sharp jawline, his tall and slim stature, his stupid humor and his adorable laugh… And you couldn’t help but get jealous when other girls would talk about him, even though you had no reason to be.

But if you were any two things, you were stubborn and oblivious, so you tried to ignore your feelings while simultaneously having no idea his existed.


“-and anyway, ______,” Dahyun explains, folding her arms in irritation as she looks up and down the road, waiting for the school bus with you, “You can just go with me and Tzuyu to prom - we’ve both decided that we don’t need dates, and we’re just gonna stick together-”

She huffs directly after, peeking up the road and groaning, “Where is this bus?”

You roll your eyes at your best friend, seeing her face light up when she spots the bus and darken straight after as she realizes that she’s going to school. “It’s not that I can’t find a date to prom,” you object, readjusting your bag as the bus approaches, “Because people have asked me - they were just not my type-”

“You mean Bobby,” Dahyun teases, turning to see your reaction and getting hit on the arm a few seconds later. “Come on, ______. We all know it’s completely true.”

“And by ‘we’, I’m guessing you mean you, Somi and Tzuyu?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, watching as the bus doors open in front of you. You board the bus, greeting the bus driver, and spot your seat. Well - not your seat, because it wasn’t given to you, but practically everyone knew that it was your seat. With Dahyun sitting next to you and Tzuyu and Somi sitting in front. Bobby and his friends sat a few seats in front of you, which meant that you had to walk past them at least once a day - if you were lucky.

Dahyun shrugs, sitting next to you as the bus starts to move again. She greets Somi and Tzuyu, before turning to you. “I’m pretty sure everyone knows by now. Unlike you, we’re not completely oblivious.”

You frown, hitting her on the shoulder yet again as Somi and Tzuyu turn around in their seats to face you. “Are we talking about _____ and Bobby?” Somi asks, resting her chin on the handrail on the back of her seat.

Your eyebrows raise as you exclaim in exasperation, “Why does everyone know about this except me-?”

“Can you keep it down, ______?” A voice asks. You look up, and of course, there he is. Kim Jiwon, Bobby, whatever you wanna call him. Amongst your talking with your friends, you hadn’t noticed that the school bus had stopped at his stop, and that he had boarded with the rest of his rowdy friends who were already filling the bus with noise. “It’s too early for your voice-”

“Says the one who’s friends are acting like a bunch of dogs,” your nose wrinkles as you take in the nature of his friends, shouting and throwing stuff and doing idiotic things that you wouldn’t dream of doing. “Put them on a leash, will you?”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t answer back, but only raises an eyebrow with a tiny smile and turns to his friends. They don’t quiet down, but he doesn’t contribute to the noise and a part of you hopes that it was because of you.

Turning back to your friends, you’re met with cheesy grins and knowing looks. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and huffing as you turn to look out the window. “Maybe… maybe you’re right…”


About a half hour later, you see the school start to appear in the distance, and as usual, some people start to stand, waiting patiently as the bus drives along quicker than usual to get to the school.

Just my luck, you think, as you stand and wait as well, only to be left standing directly beside Bobby and his other friend who was sitting by the window. You hold your breath, hoping that with the speed of the bus - which was, unusually faster than usual - you’d get to the school and not have to breath in the same space as him. You could feel him staring at you; you hoped your cheeks weren’t as red as they looked-

It all happened so fast - one moment, you were blushing to yourself at the thought of Kim Jiwon, sitting next to your standing form, and the next, the bus was braking incredibly quickly, sending you lurching back and straight into Bobby’s lap with a squeal.

As the bus halted to stop, you tried to catch your breath, taking in what happened in the last second. It was only when you realized that somebody’s hands were wrapped around your waist did you stand up, blushing furiously bright and trying not to look at your ‘arch enemy’ who was doing the same.

You brushed yourself off with trembling hands, not looking at Bobby as you muttered ‘sorry’ and almost sprinted off of the school bus. So preoccupied with getting away from the embarrassing situation, you didn’t notice how Bobby called after you, wanting to ask a question that had been on his mind for a while.


“It was so embarrassing,” you groan pathetically, shoveling kimchi stew and rice into your mouth in an attempt to just forget about everything from this morning. “I’m sure I was as red as a tomato-”

“You were,” Somi chirps in. Dahyun giggles and Tzuyu is rolling her eyes, but she’s laughing too. How nice to know that your friends can laugh at your pain.

“-that’s not helping, at all,” you continue to rant, “And I fell straight on his lap. Jeez, how am I supposed to be his arch-enemy if I can’t even look him in the eye anymore?”

“Plot twist,” Dahyun puts on her best ‘narrator’s voice’, “You’re not meant to be arch-enemies. You’re supposed to be lovers!”

Your nose wrinkles at her wording. “I don’t want to have sex until-”

“That’s not what I meant,” Dahyun groans, finishing up the last of her food, “And you know it.”

Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to Somi and Tzuyu, grabbing your lunch tray and walking towards the garbage bin. And who’s table do you have to walk past? His, of course - it seems like the universe is out to get you. You don’t understand - did you forget to feed the dogs? Did you accidentally break someone’s heart when you refused their prom invitation-?

“Hey, ______!” Someone’s calling you and you know it’s not a friend, because they’re using your last name, and anyone on a last-name basis with you is either stupid or mean or both. You turn your head to the side, to see Hanbin, one of Bobby’s friends. He’s not stupid but he can be annoying, so it doesn’t surprise you what he says next. “You wanna sit on my lap?”

The table he’s sitting at rings with laughter as everyone recalls the incident this morning - and you see him, Bobby, laughing along. You don’t know what it is, maybe the fact that you thought he could’ve liked you or the fact that you’ve never been so publicly humiliated before, but you feel tears of frustration sting at your eyes, and then you’re shoving your lunch tray into Dahyun’s hands and striding out of the cafeteria, everyone watching you leave in silence.

Embarrassment is clawing at your stomach and you know you probably over-reacted, but you know what’s going to happen now - the incident would spread all over school, people would find out you liked Bobby, and then he’d laugh in your face because who would like the girl they’ve been fighting with for the past few years? You’d be humiliated even more, and now you were dreading even going to the next class.

“Ugh,” you groan, sliding down against your locker and wiping at the stupid tears that had managed to trickle down your skin. “Why am I crying? God, get yourself together, ____.”

“______!” Someone’s shouting, and your heart stops. You know who it is, and his voice sounds close - you consider running away but then he’s turning the corner, panting and frowning as he sees you.

“What happened back there?” Bobby asks, kneeling down beside you. You sit up straight, putting on your best ‘I’m fine’ face, and looking at him in confusion.

“What exactly are you talking about, Kim?” You ask, turning your head away from him and hoping you’re upholding your prissy and prim demeanor. “Nothing happened.”

You tried to ignore how your heart was beating erratically because he’s kneeling down close to you, he came to check up on you, he’s concerned. Bobby raises an eyebrow. “Nothing? You looked on the verge of tears.” At your silence, he sighs, “Look, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. And, actually, I have something to ask you, but I don’t think I want to if you’re feeling emotionally unstable…”

He trails off on a playful note, and you roll your eyes, leaning your head back against the cool metal of the locker. You bite your lip - are you about to do this? Screwing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath and start. “Okay, so maybe I was just a little upset because I thought you possibly… liked me, I guess, and then I saw you laughing at Hanbin’s joke and I felt a little… humiliated, okay?”

You open your eyes and he’s staring at you, biting his lip with wide eyes. You roll your eyes, starting to stand up and dusting off your skirt. “Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything.” You feel a stone of mortification and awkwardness settle in your stomach as you start to walk off.

“Wait!” You don’t know if you should keep walking or stop, because honestly, this could go two ways - he rejects you, or he somehow miraculously returns your feelings. You decide to stop, turning your head to watch him get up and walk towards you.

“You never asked me what I was gonna ask you,” he says tilting his head to the side. You raise an eyebrow. Seriously? If he was gonna reject you, he could just do it simply. Nonetheless, you decide to play into his tricks and amuse him.


“Do you, maybe, wanna go prom with me?” The breath is knocked out of your chest and you know you shouldn’t react this way - it’s only prom, after all, he’s not proposing -, eyes widening and eyebrows contorted in confusion.

“You - me - prom?” You ask incredulously. “You… wanna go with me… to prom?”  

“Would this be the right time to say I’ve had a crush on you since the start of high school?” He wonders, grinning a dopey smile as he sees the blush rising on your cheeks.

“No? Probably?” You breathe out, biting your lip, “I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since… I don’t know, but I do-”

“Well, then, prom date,” Bobby says as he grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers, “What do you say we go back to the cafeteria and clear things up with your friends? Dahyun looked as if she was about to have a heart attack.”

“That - that would be a good idea,” you mutter shyly, looking down to the floor at your feet walking in sync with Bobby’s.

He raises an eyebrow, nudging you playfully, “Now’s not the time to be getting shy on me, doll - you certainly weren’t when you were sitting on my lap-”

“Kim Jiwon!”

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Summary: Castiel’s in love with his best friend and he would give anything for Dean to ask him to prom. But that’s not going to happen. Right?

A tap on the window makes Castiel get up from his desk and look out across his yard. When he looks down Dean is there, looking as beautiful as ever, with a large sign saying ‘Will you go to prom with me?’. And of course it’s raining. Not too hard but not too light. Just perfect.

In an instant Castiel is thundering down stairs and racing straight out into the yard and into Dean’s arms, his best friend for years and the only person he’s ever had a crush on. Somehow everything is coming true.

Dean’s lips are soft compared to the light graze of rough stubble that Castiel can feel on his skin. It’s Castiel’s first kiss and it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined. When they pull back to breathe, Dean rests their foreheads together before speaking.

“I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to pull my head out of my ass but I’m in love with you, Cas. I have been for a very long time. So, please, let me take you to prom? Let me start making up for all the years lost?”

Dean’s eyes are shining, the water from the rain making his skin glisten and Castiel nods. “Okay.”

“I love you, Cas.” and Castiel’s heart pounds out of his chest.

“I love you too, Dean.”

Then their lips are colliding again and Dean’s arms are wrapped around him and holding him close.

“Mr Novak?”

Castiel winds his own fingers through Dean’s hair as they continue to passionately -

“Mr Novak!”

Castiel’s nearly jumps out of his seat, causing the rest of the class to erupt in laughter.

“Ah, finally paying attention now, are you?” Mr Crowley quips, to which Castiel nods shyly, his cheeks heating in embarrassment as he tries to slide further down his chair and sink into the floor.

“So, would you like to perhaps answer the question on the board or are you still day dreaming about the intimate time you’ll have with your video games when you get home?” Mr Crowley asks, making the class of students laugh even louder.

Castiel quickly looks up to the board and does the math in his head before sputtering out a simple, “Twenty-two,”.

Mr Crowley rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re good at math.” Thankfully though, his teacher continues on with the lesson without humiliating him further.

“You okay there, buddy?” Castiel turns his head, to come eye to eye with Dean who’s sitting next to him, a worried look on his face.

“Yes. Of course I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

Dean frowns. “I don’t know, man. You just seemed pretty out of it. Must of been a damn good dream.” he says, before smirking and looking back towards the front of the class.

Castiel sighs. Yes, it was. A good dream but a dream nonetheless.

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Today I went into the office and asked the police officer (he’s my homie) if there was any way I could get a blank parking ticket to scare my sophomore bf then at the bottom write prom. He was all for it, and was so excited to help and he said we could take it a step farther by saying he needed to see him in his office first thing in the morning and he would read him his Miranda rights and say “You’re in a lot of trouble, and the only way to get out of it is if you go with her to prom.” So we stuck it to his truck, and after school Zach saw it and was so confused bc he didn’t know what he had done wrong. AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW TOMORROW MORNING GOES!

Tumblr-prom group invitation !

Hi people !

Some people may not know that, but 24th may it’s the “tumblr-promo” \o And with @naughtysans, we wish to go for it will a lot of people, because, the more we are, the more fun there is ! SO, prepare for some sex, alcool, hookers, more sex FUN ! :D

The goal is that, you send picture/drawing of you in a cute or fancy dress/smoking/clothe/anything you want that you love to wear to me, @axirelarne. But it has to be before the 24th may. And at the date, I will make a big post with all the pictures \o And if there a lot of people, who now ? Maybe I will write a little story about it :D <3

Don’t forget to warn me that it’s for the prom ;D

Have a good day people !

anonymous asked:

"One can assume this girl was too busy with her studies to focus on social stuff. Which means, she wasn’t invited to prom because no one saw her potential/she didn’t bother socializing, becuase in high school, it’s all bullshit." this is real life not the movies, in real life the only reason you don't get invited to the prom is because you are A jackass or B a bitch. even if you never socialize. if you are attractive you will always get an invite. you don't even have to be attractive.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.

You are either too young to know or to old to remember.

Or trolling me.

Or you’re pretty, white and blonde.

I can keep going, but you HAVE No IDEA what you’re talking about.

I’m done talking to you now.