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wanna one as prom dates

lai guanlin

  • i imagine guanlin to go all out for prom
  • definitely would rent a limo to pick you up in
  • he’d be leaning against the door as he waits for you to come out
  • when he sees your front door opening, he kinda just like looks to the side, with his hands in his pocket 
  • u know, tryna model for you
  • but another reason he’s looking away is because he’s trying not to laugh at himself
  • then he’d finally side glance at ya
  • and he’d smile and say “you look beautiful”
  • in the limo, of course there’s strobe lights, a mini disco ball, and an abundance of cookies to choose from
  • at prom, YOU KNOW this boy would be up and down the dance floor
  • so he might forget you at times
  • but only because he’s caught up in dance battles
  • when a slow song comes on, you and him would be the only ones gettin fkin h y p e d

lee daehwi

  • daehwi is all about the perfect memories
  • plans a pre-prom photoshoot at the beach
  • which lasts like 5 hours
  • but worth it because you ended up having like 53987 photos
  • the corsage he gave you is just STUNNING
  • each part of it symbolizes something in your relationship
  • he actually hands you a beautifully decorated note with what each part means
  • he would never take his eyes off you all night
  • definitely cherishes the slow dances
  • would constantly ask if you’re thirsty/hungry/having fun
  • is proud to have you on his arm so he can show you off to everyone else
  • literally is talking to everyone he can just so others can compliment you
  • and he’d pretend to be all non-chalant but actually
  • hes the happIEST KID EVER

bae jinyoung

  • part of the shy baby club
  • overplans everything
  • like down to the very secOND
  • when plans go awry, he gets SO flustered
  • like he wanted to go the fanciest restaurant in town beforehand
  • however,, the reservation he made somehow wasn’t put into the system correctly so there were no more available tables at that time
  • to make it to prom on time, the closest eating establishment was a small diner
  • he apologizes countlessly but you two end up having so much fun there that you end up being late for prom
  • so late, its practically almost afterprom
  • he apologizes agaiN
  • but you two end up having more fun doing afterprom activities anyways
  • i mean you two end up playing minigolf until 2am

park woojin

  • hello president of shy baby club
  • is so nervous about everything
  • in pre-prom pics you can see the terror in his eyes
  • his hands had been shaking the whole time he held yours
  • is constantly wiping the sweat accumulating in his palms onto his pants
  • also can’t get the corsage to stay pinned
  • so he just ties a strand of your hair onto it to hold it
  • at prom, he loosens up more
  • only because he’s dance battling against guan
  • and suddenly he’s gaining so much more confidence
  • in the middle of a battle, he pulls you in
  • and twirls you around
  • although he began to get more confidence, he was tired of the hustle n bustle of other people so
  • at the end of the night, you two skip afterprom to stay home and have a movie marathon together

park jihoon

  • final member of the shy baby club
  • constantly scratching the back of his head out of nervousness because he’s afraid of making your prom experience anything less than amazing
  • but he’s also gelled his hair to the extreme so he has spikes of hair sticking out the back of his head before prom has actually even started
  • nonetheless, you two have the perfect pictures
  • jihoon would wanna join dance battling with woojin and guanlin
  • but he cant bear to leave your side 
  • so he prompts you to dance with him even if you dont want to
  • ends up making you want to dance more than he does
  • cant wipe the smile from his face for the ENTiRE night
  • keeps reminding you of how much he enjoys prom with you and will constantly thank you because he feels you could always do better and is grateful you’re there with him

kang daniel

  • he’d be waiting for you to be done getting ready
  • so he’s like talking to your parents about how grateful he is for you and wont shut up about you at all
  • once you come down, he’s like 
    • HOLY SHITSIES
    • YOU’RE HOT AS FUCC
    • GAW DAMN
  • totally oblivious to how your parents react because he’s literally hopping to you 
  • he grabs you and spins you around several times
  • he’s dizzy as fuck when he’s driving you to prom and is so happy he can’t stop saying everything that comes to mind
  • so you know, a cop pulls him over for driving all wonky 
  • after the cop deems daniel to not be drunk or anything
  • the cop drives you and daniel to prom because daniel is too happy to even think straight, let alone drive
  • daniel isn’t the master of cliches but this makes prom even more memorable for you

kim jaehwan

  • has the worst luck of the bunch
  • but that just makes prom better
  • “i’m sorry i had to take you in my moms minivan, my car just lost a tire this morning like dude wtf”
  • also forgot to make dinner reservations like you asked
  • “mcdonalds it is bb!”
  • he would drop the nuggets and fries all over the cars seats
  • “i think its still edible”
  • at prom, he’s that toe-tapper-and-head-bobber
  • but doesn’t actually dance
  • but when you convince him
  • he basically turns into your uncle jerry when he’s had 2 jello shots & is at an 80s themed disco party

ong seongwoo

  • loves eyes on him and you
  • so he insists on wearing matching gold sequined dress and suit
  • “we’re gonna shine brighter than that dinky discoball in the gym just u watch bby”
  • and he was right
  • when he stands in front of one of the spotlights
  • he blinds everyone that looks his way
  • dances as silly as he possible can because he loves to see you laughing 
  • during afterprom, he insists only you two do the activities together because now he only craves your eyes on him
  • tries to impress you in every activity
  • but actually kinda fails at everything
  • which u enjoy anyways 

hwang minhyun

  • one of the kindest, sweetest, cheesiest prom dates ever
  • he is graceful in everything and hides his nerves well
  • definitely takes the lead in prom activities
  • like
  • he would be doing his booty dance on the dance floor to lure you out
  • grabs you food and drinks before you even can ask
  • is a god at every afterprom activity
  • BASICALLY
  • THE MOST
  • PERFECT
  • DATE EVER
  • to help minhyun save face as being a graceful god, i’ll just leave out the fact that minhyun only did his booty dance all night, even when he was thrown into a dance battle with woojin and guanlin. :)

ha sungwoon

  • ok but like the. most. perfect. prom. date. ever.
  • super sweet and genuine
  • really isnt nervous at all
  • just is overflowing with confidence because he doesn’t want to overthink anything
  • you’re just super impressed by how sungwoon is super laidback so you don’t feel nervous either
  • .. ok so u know how i said he’s the most perfect date ever?
  • well, you know thiS BOI WOULD BE that one person screaming the lyrics to every song that plays
  • would also remember the dance moves to every song
  • to him, its a performance
  • and. he. kills. it.
  • you and him dance to gg songs flawlessly together and are stared in awe by the other people at prom

yoon jisung

  • only the sweetest prom date you could ever ask for
  • would tear up the moment he saw you in your prom dress
  • he made dinner for you because he wanted it to be more intimate before going to prom
  • also doesn’t really try to dance seriously
  • only dances goofily to try to make you smile and laugh at him
  • would hold your heels when you dance with your friends
  • or like if your feet were hurting at all
  • and when you come back, he’s grabbed all the deserts from the snack table and has them all waiting for you
  • keeps mental notes of how you’re doing
  • so when he sees you’re getting tired
  • he gives you a piggyback ride back to the car
  • once at home he’d massage your sore feet and shoulders to help you fall asleep

Estrella, 40

“I’m wearing a vintage sequin body suit, a Barbara I Gongini shirt worn as a skirt, Nike Cortez sneakers, and vintage earrings. I usually don’t think too hard about my style, it’s just instinctual. I am really into convertible infinite pieces, meaning a piece that can be worn many different ways. Maroon, lime green and violet is the color combo I’m very drawn to lately. I’ve also been into researching sculpture right now. Some all time favorites are Lee Bontecou, Constantino Nivola, Isamu Noguchi, Alexander Calder jewelry, Brutalist sculptors, outsider art, and tribal art. And watching 1980s – early 2000s runway shows from my favorite designer of all time, Issey Miyake.”

Oct 15, 2017 ∙ A Current Affair

I wrote this directly after I left my first Harry Styles concert. My emotions were more elevated, and now that I’ve had some time to sit and reflect, I feel a little less raw. Keep that in mind.

I definitely got carried away, just needed to type it out, I guess. It seems a bit mad, and I’m slightly hesitant to post, but maybe someone else can resonate and understand.

Music does fucking weird things to you, man.

Warning: it’s pretty aggressive in terms of “I miss this fucking boyband so much, I cry about it,” but you all know.

It’s not just a boyband.

You get it.


I saw Harry Styles at the Chicago Theatre on September 26th.

Several people have asked me for an update.

First disclaimer: this is less of a concert play-by-play and more of a word vomit. About One Direction. About Harry. About the hiatus, the crazy shit it’s made me feel over the past two years, the future. All a bunch of nonsense - or maybe not - thoughts.

Honesty hour ensues.


Let me preface this by saying I’m grateful. So beyond grateful for all my experiences. I won’t take advantage of that. I never have. Never will.


One Direction holds an interesting pull over millions of people. Me included. I fell in love with them on a whim - it wasn’t intentional. I don’t understand it. I can’t make sense of it. I can’t explain to others why I’m so invested. But at this point, I don’t bother with an explanation. I love to love them.

“One Direction is broken up. You still listen to them?” The amount of times I’ve heard this. I’m homesick for people who don’t know I exist. Moderately crazy, but shows the extent of the soul this band put into their music and performances and relationships with each other. And us. I feel tied to it.

Is any other fandom like this? I don’t know. Nor will I ever know.


Anyone who knows me knows I’ve had a very difficult time with the whole “solo” endeavor. One Direction is the biggest and most important part of my early 20’s, and for it to stop so abruptly and without any closure has taken an embarrassing toll on me. My best friend and I have become sickeningly close during our travels - we’ve experienced seven shows together, one of which was out the country - and to me, One Direction concerts became a place to make some of our deepest memories that no one else can replicate, or understand. I met friends - my Rita - through this band. I met you guys. It’s been two years of wondering and waiting if and when they would make a return into our lives, and then. Instead. We got solo Harry. Full force.

I understand the point of the break. I get it. Overworked. Shit management. I’ve exhausted the topic in my own mind, and with others. Doesn’t mean I’m jumping for joy over it. I’m a 1d stan at heart; I support them as individuals, but when it comes down to it, my loyalties lie with the band.

I’ll be candid and real, which I’m often not on this blog. I initially jumped on the “1d went on hiatus because of Harry” bandwagon. My original logic: he said he was the one who initiated it. He was the one who had solid plans. Louis said he fought it. Niall said he wasn’t ready for it. And after closely paying attention to hundreds of interviews since 2015, Harry has clearly showed his gratitude toward the band - don’t get me wrong - but he’s the only one who hasn’t talked about a return date. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to give false hope. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know and doesn’t want anyone to read too much into his words. Maybe he’s moved on. Whatever the case, I shied away from his career at the beginning and couldn’t get excited like everyone else seemed to be. It hurt my heart to see him so happy and thriving away from the pieces that helped him with his start, his life. Honestly, I know I would have felt hesitant about whoever happened to go fully solo first (Zayn doesn’t count - that’s a very different situation). Sure, Niall and Louis had singles out last year, but it’s not the same as embracing a new album, a new identity. It just so happened to be Harry first.

Second disclaimer: I hate that the band isn’t together, but I could never hate any direct member for that. Ever. No one is specifically responsible. And I know that.

My vision is clouded. Selfishly, I didn’t want Harry (or any of them, really) to fall out of love with the past because I wasn’t ready to fall out of love with it. It’s brought me so much joy and love and laughter and experiences. It feels like I’m begging please don’t move on without me. I’ve found a major piece of myself because of this band, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I now feel a little lost. Being 25 is weird enough in itself, in terms of career and relationships and generally just being, and now take away the part that gave me stability and my independence, and I’m just. Wandering. Waiting for something to happen to make me feel as happy as One Direction did.

Reading that back sounds ridiculous. But I’m not the only one here.

I know what this looks like, what it sounds like. I know how skewed my perspective is. I’m doing my best to fix it.


I have Harry’s album memorized. I love a few songs, like a few, dislike a few. I guess that goes for every album. His style has changed from what we’re used to, as has some of his lyrics, but the quirkiness is still the same. The heart is still there. I knew it would be.

I was overwhelmed walking into the show. It’s been over two years since I’ve seen a member of 1d on stage in front of me. I had high expectations - expectations for his performance, expectations about how I wanted to feel once it was over. The venue was beautiful. It was the perfect place to listen to this album live for the first time. Echoey and full of charm and personality. Crystals. Velvet couches in the box seating area. Marbles floors and winding staircases. Pink hues across the stage. Simple, effective lighting. Harry. All Harry. No more crowds by the thousands, no more booming music, no more larger than life stage. Somehow, I felt more anxious.

He did not disappoint. But then again, I didn’t expect him to. For the past three years, he’s always done the best job at captivating my attention whilst performing. Nothing has changed in that sense.

It felt like the final nail in the coffin for 1d, kind of. My friend’s words. It’s too hard to imagine him doing this and then going back to a place where he doesn’t get to 100% put his whole self into what he’s doing, and has to share and compromise on ideas. I understand that. It would be counterproductive to work backwards. It wouldn’t be impossible, but it would definitely feel less organic.

Not just for Harry. For all of them.

Doesn’t mean I’ve lost faith, though.

“It’s been two years since we’ve last seen each other,” he said, “and in those two years, I missed you so much.”

I cried from the moment I sat down until I got back to my hotel room.

I like to be overwhelmed by music. But not like this.

I think part of it is because this was only the fourth night of his tour. It’s still brand new. I’m still not well acquainted with it. New territory, uncharted. I sound so ugly for being so conflicted about solo endeavors, especially when I know there were people who won’t get the chance to see him and I did. I’m grateful, I promise. I’m working meticulously to sort my brain from my heart.

I’m seeing Niall in a few weeks. God help me if I feel this royally fucked over from him, too.


Harry has not left behind his roots. That much was clear. I don’t think I was ever really worried about that part, because he’s pure and kind and appreciates everything in his life for what it is. He would never speak an ill word about 1d. Ever. I don’t think he has any ill words. I sobbed when he performed WMYB. I loathe that song. It felt like a small piece of home, anyway, him using their start as a part of his start. He looked gorgeous. He sounded like a dream. He doesn’t have as much room to prance, but he made do. No catwalk, no problem. I missed his voice. His speaking voice, preaching to the crowds about love and bravery. His terrible jokes. His gratitude. Christ, it felt so good to have him in front of me again.

Kiwi was exceptional. The crowd went off. SOTT was overbearing in a beautiful way. Hearing everyone scream “woman!” all at once was a Goddamn experience. The room was deafening for the entire show.

It wasn’t the same. I didn’t expect it to be, but I wanted it to be.

My friend kept saying, “One Direction is so dead and I couldn’t care less.” I care. I hate the division amongst the fans, amongst the media. “Pick a team.” I don’t want to. Right now, my friend loves Harry more than One Direction as a whole, so she doesn’t understand. I’m not going to try to make her. The crowd chanted “Harry” during the encore, and my heart hurt in the strangest way. I told Rita about it. “Ugh. Just Harry.” I knew she’d understand. She almost always does.

I love Harry Styles. With my entire heart. He was happy on that stage. Even while I stood in the back with my face in my hands, I could see that. I’m happy he’s happy. I love nothing more than a happy Harry. The world is a better place when he’s smiling.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t feel unsettled.

It’s out of my control. Accept the good that comes along with changes. Something I’m learning. Something I’m sure all five original members of One Direction are also learning.


I’m seeing him again on Saturday, in Boston. I’m hoping the initial shock will be mostly worn off and now that I know what solo 1d feels like, I’ll feel more ready for it. More ready for his sequined suit, his smile, his note changes, his band that isn’t the one we’re all used to, the harmonies that bleed together as if it was fate, the lack of three other boys who I miss terribly.

Maybe he misses them as much as I do.


I saw Harry Styles at the Chicago Theatre on September 26th. He was stunning. He moved me to tears. He ran with a rainbow flag, made us scream about pizza, looked beautiful in the neon pink lights. It wasn’t One Direction. It wasn’t better. It wasn’t worse. It was just different. And that’s what I’ll keep telling myself. Embrace being different. It’s what Harry does, after all.


I’m profound in the art of making five days worth of clothing fit into one carry on bag. I can memorize new albums in 48 hours if I have the right determination. I’m able to meticulously plan trips to new cities and venues like it’s nobody’s business. I’ve yet to master the ability, however, of separating love and music.

But I guess those are technically the same thing, anyway.


Thank you for a beautiful show, Styles. Thank you for allowing us into your life, for staying true. I’ve missed you, as a whole, as an individual. I’ll see you on Saturday.


Stay tuned for a second update this weekend. I’m sure it will be much different. I’ll be sure to post some photos, as there will “mainly be prancing.” And what a shame it would be to miss that.

xx Shelly

anonymous asked:

i just ran into riddler in a sequin covered green suit and he practically hissed at me when i tried to stop him for a picture. apparently he wants me to wait for the Show to start. not sure what hes planning now but itll probably be pretty interesting. maybe he wants batman to go blind with his terrible fashion sense (dont tell him i said tht) #wheredidheevengetthat #whattheheck #ihopebatmantakeshistime #soicanseewhatexactlyhesgonnado

I dreamt that I was Harley Quinn getting ready at my friend’s house. The Joker, whom apparently had a huuuuuuge obsession with Nickelodeon themed hentai, was on his way to get me. Which of course meant he was gonna kill everyone. I shut the door on my friend knowing full well she was being murdered but all my dream self cared about was “sequins or classic body suit?”