sorry but i have to show you guys these dresses

Marriage (G-Dragon)

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Type: Fluff

Request: Could I request a G-Dragon scenario (if you write for him) when you both get cast on we got married togheter and meet for the first time?

~Note: sorry it isn’t long I couldn’t think of much!~


“I’ve always wanted to be on this show” you said to the camera as you walked. “I better have a great guy. I dressed up when I could have stayed in sweatpants” you continue as you saw where you were supposed to go.

You opened the door and walked in to greet your husband. “Hello” you hear as you see Jiyong there. “Hello” you say as he pulls something from behind his back. “Aw” you coo as you take the gift from him. You boldly walked over and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you stepped back shyly. He cupped his cheek “its very nice to meet you Y/N” he said as he stuck his hand out “its nice to meet you too” you say shaking it.

~

You two managed to get along very well. He was interested in the actress aspects of you while you loved his music. You ended up all over his Instagram while you two were ‘married’ he loved spending time with you it seemed. Even when you guys weren’t filming or anything he wanted to go places. He held your hand, have you his jacket, and bought you things. It felt like you two were in a real relationship.

When it came to be over you two felt very sad when it came to an end. “Hey Y/N” he says as you two filmed your last episode together. “Yeah?” you asked him as he felt his cheeks warm up “I was wondering if you want to go out sometime. like for real and without cameras?” he asked as your face gave him a surprised look before snapping out of it. “I would love to” you told him as he smiled happily “good good” he said as you two waved one another off for the day looking forward to your future date.

Aww haha/// thank you im honored you would want straps from me but I’m not too certain if others are interested in me making merchandise although i have considered it. Contemplating on it but if others show more interest i will do it!

///im so sorry for the delay/// but here you go cutie!


;v; thank you all so much, you guys motivate me to continue drawing aa;;; i apologize for my late reply;; here you go! another Jaehee drawing i managed to scrap up!

Added snow to the BG since I’m rly looking forward to rolling in the snow ehehe

The weather is getting colder i hope everyone is dressing warmly. It’s the perfect season to enjoy coffee too! 

Golden Days [Ryan Ross]

Summary: In which Y/N is a member of Panic! in 2007, and she and Ryan have chemistry.

Word count: 2,114

TRIGGER WARNING FOR NON-CONSENSUAL PUBLIC GROPING, PANIC ATTACKS, AND SOME TRIGGERING PHRASES

A/N: I can feel you judging me, but I got this idea in the shower, so I thought, why not? Also, Y/N is asexual in this imagine, so keep that in mind. If you’re more hypersexual, I wouldn’t recommend reading this because there’s absolutely no sex in this one-shot, sorry folks.


“Reasons why Y/N doesn’t have a boyfriend, take one:” Ryan said, pointing a camera at Y/N. They were all waiting in their dressing room before the show, and Ryan had decided to film Y/N.

She giggled, covering her face. “Reason number one, I dress like a guy.” She said. Her statement was true, she typically shopped in the men’s section of stores, and regularly stole Ryan’s clothes.

“Yeah, because you keep stealing my clothes. Is that my shirt?” Ryan replied. It was, one of his favorite shirts to be exact.

“Maybe.” Y/N uncovered her face, “Reason number two, I’m too lazy to go on dates.” she said. Ryan disagreed, she was almost as energetic as Brendon.

“Reason number three, you wear sweatpants like normal pants.” Ryan chuckled. She always claimed they were actual pants so she should have the right to wear them whenever she wanted. No one minded seeing her in them, everyone preferred to see her laid-back. The only time they’d ever seen her in a dress was at her cousin’s wedding.

Brendon came over, poking Y/N in the ribs before walking away. Brendon was almost as close to her as Ryan, but not quite. Ryan was the one who introduced her to the band and eventually convinced her to join it.

Jon and Spencer watched Ryan and Y/N. Everyone could see how much they liked each other. It was obvious. But they only ever saw their actions and words as platonic gestures. When Y/N had joined the band shortly after Brent left, everyone immediately took a liking to her. But, they never got very close because Ryan was like her Siamese twin. They never left each other’s side unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Reason number four, I like TV more than I like sex.” Y/N said. Y/N had never enjoyed sex, and that wasn’t a problem for her, or at least she thought it wasn’t. She’d almost gotten used to the comments that people threw her way, such as: ‘You just need to find the right guy’ or ‘You just need to have really good sex’.

“You like everything more than sex.” Ryan laughed.

“True. Uh, reason number five, I really suck at sharing.” She replied.

“Yeah, but you’re pretty good at sharing other people’s stuff. Speaking of which, when can I have my shirt back? That’s my favorite shirt.” Ryan said.

“I know, that’s why I took it.” Y/N said, leaning back in her chair.

Everyone laughed and Ryan shut the camera off. “Guys, we’re on in ten.” Brendon said.

“Cool, where’d they put my acoustic?” Y/N asked.

“I think all of our stuff is out there.” Brendon replied.

Y/N left, and came back looking pretty pissed. “Who’s idea was it to give me a pink guitar?” She said, plopping back down in her seat.

“Wasn’t ours. Maybe they thought because you’re a girl you’d want pink.” Brendon said, shrugging.

“That’s dumb as fuck.” Y/N whined.

Ryan came and sat in her lap, everyone laughed at the sight. Though, it didn’t look too unusual considering how small Ryan was. Y/N leaned her head on Ryan’s shoulder. “You’re such a baby.” Ryan said.

“You’re mean to me.” Y/N said, smiling gently.

“Boohoo.” Ryan teased.

“Alright guys, let’s go.” Brendon said.


A fan yelled something at Y/N that she barely caught. “Why does Ryan have a pink guitar? Oh, well it was supposed to be mine, but I didn’t want it. So I stole his before he could do anything about it.” She replied.

Ryan came over, snatching the mic out of her hand. “Not to mention she steals all of my stuff. That shirt? Mine. The makeup? Also mine.” Ryan said.

“Invest in cheaper products and maybe I won’t steal them.” Y/N said into the mic, leaning extremely close to Ryan.

“Not a chance, baby.” Ryan said, walking away and ignoring the fans screaming.

The band was used to this noise by now, and most of the time they liked causing it.

“Alright, anyway. This one’s called Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks. If anyone messes up the lyrics, I’m throwing my stool at you-” The crowd laughed and screamed as Y/N said this, “-I’m only kidding.” she added.


Ryan slid into his bunk, shutting his eyes,. What a long, tiring day it had been. At least it was a good one, that was always a plus. He thought about Y/N, his thoughts drifting far from platonic. He imagined what it would feel like to kiss her, besides the occasional cheek kisses he’d always planted on her. He knew that she was only his friend, and he more than respected that, but sometimes he wished he could have more.

When he had recorded her listing reasons why she didn’t have a boyfriend, he realized that all of the things she’d listed, he loved about her. He loved her laid-back nature, her tom-boyish style, the way she didn’t care about how she looked. Those things were what made her amazing.

He heard shuffling, and then a tiny scream that was quickly silenced. Ryan seemed to be the only person who caught it because no one else on the bus woke up. It must have been Y/N, he’d heard her speak of her frequent nightmares. Ryan slipped out of his bunk, opening Y/N’s bunk curtain slowly.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Ryan asked.

She nodded, but tears streamed from her eyes, wetting her flushed cheeks. She clutched her blanket in a death grip, her hands shaking. Ryan slipped into her bunk, pulling her close.

“Shh, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?” Ryan said. Y/N shook her head, wiping her face. “Go back to sleep then. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll keep you safe.” Ryan added.

She nodded, burying her face in his chest and closing her eyes. Ryan petted her hair, run his fingers through it. She fell asleep slowly, feeling secure. Ryan was one of the only things that made her feel this safe.

“Wakey, wakey!” Brendon said in a sing-song voice.

Jon held a camera with the flash aimed at Ryan and Y/N. Spencer watched the scene unfold from a few feet away, shaking his head. They were all dorks, he knew this. Ryan groaned, sheilding his eyes.

“I hate all of you.” Ryan whined.

“Except Y/N, obviously.” Jon replied.

“Yeah, because she’s not filming me sleeping. She had a nightmare, you guys.” Ryan said.

“I didn’t know that having sex with you was that bad.” Brendon said, laughing and running away as Ryan threw a shoe at him that he’d found on the floor.

“You know she isn’t like that.” Ryan said, looking down at Y/N and brushing hair out of her eyes.

She stirred, opening her eyes. “Hey.” She said, her voice sleepy.

“Hey.” Ryan replied.

Jon shut the camera off, shaking his head and walking away. “Clueless.” He mumbled.

“Thank you for staying with me.” Y/N said.

Ryan kissed her forehead gently, “There’s no need to thank me. I wasn’t going to leave you all alone anyways.” he said.

She smiled, blushing a little and tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “We should get up and work on stuff.” She said.

“Do you want to see the song I wrote? It’s really short, and I’ve kind of hit a wall on it. It’s not much, it could be better…” Ryan asked.

“Sure, maybe I can help you on it.” Y/N replied.

Ryan pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocket, handing it to Y/N. She read the lyrics carefully. Oh, how it’s been so long, we’re so sorry we’ve been gone, we were busy writing songs for you. She looked up as she finished reading.

“It could be a full song, but I think because it’s so short it could be like an intro.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t know what to write. It was kind of just word vomit.” Ryan said sheepishly.

“That’s what all songs are.” Y/N replied.

“We should get up now.” Ryan said, blushing a little.

“You’re right. Oh, and, Ryan?” Y/N said before Ryan could slip out of the bunk.

“Yeah?” He asked.

Y/N kissed him on the cheek, lingering for a second, “I think that the song is really great. You’re extremely talented, try not to be so hard on yourself.” she said.


“So, Y/N, why do you think you don’t have a boyfriend? I saw your video where you listed five reasons why you don’t, but I’d love to go more in-depth with that.” The interviewer said.

Y/N shifted a little awkwardly. “I guess we can do that…” She said.

“So, is it true that you don’t like sex? Have you ever actually had it?” The interviewer asked.

Y.N chewed on her lip for a second. “Yeah, I have. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with sex, I just don’t really enjoy it.” Y/N replied.

“Maybe you just need to find the right guy.” The interviewer joked.

Ryan gently took Y/N’s hand, not being very discreet about it. He didn’t care who saw, Y/N looked uncomfortable and that’s all that mattered to him. He knew that people wanted them to date, and he probably wouldn’t mind. He knew she didn’t like sex, and that was okay with him, but he was afraid that no one would leave that alone. It seemed like very second of the day someone was turning around and questioning Y/N’s sex life.

Y/N looked at Ryan, giving him a small smile. “I also think the reason I can’t get a date is because I’m practically a guy. I wear men’s clothes anyway. Guy’s clothes are comfy. Just the other day, I was actually shopping in the women’s section for once and I saw a crop-top sweater. Why is that a thing? Aren’t sweaters supposed to keep you warm?” Y/N said, changing the subject.

The interviewer giggled, shaking their head, “I guess some people want to look sexy in a sweater. Then there’s you. I heard you steal Ryan’s clothes all the time.” they said.

“Yeah, that is true. Mostly his shirts, none of his pants fit me. I don’t have boobs, so guys shirts are great for me.” Y/N replied.

“Yeah, and I can fit in your shirts too.” Ryan added.

“That’s because half of my wardrobe is actually yours.” Y/N said, cracking up.

“It seems like you guys share everything. Why aren’t you dating yet?” The interviewer pried.

Ryan almost choked on the air he was inhaling. “Uh, well, um-” Ryan stammered, but Y/N cut him off.

“It’s because he’s a kinky motherfucker and I am not.” Y/N dead-panned. Everyone laughed, and the interview was soon over. Y/N sighed in annoyance, leaning into Ryan. “I hated that so fucking much.” She said.

“Same, let’s just get out of here. You want to go to Jamba Juice?” Ryan asked.

“Sounds good to me.” Y/N said. They left the building, walking down the street.

A random passerby, a male with dark eyes and bad breath, leaned into Y/N’s face, gripping her waist. She squeaked as he did. “Hey baby, I heard you got a problem with getting wet. You need some help with that?” He said, his voice unnerving.

“G-get off.” Y/N stammered, tears pricking in her eyes.

Ryan called the security guards walking a little bit behind them, feeling satisfied as they yanked the creep off of Y/N.

“I-I need to s-sit down.” She said, her voice shaking and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ryan sat down with her, gently holding her hand. “Breathe, okay? You’re safe, you’re okay.” Ryan said, trying to calm her down.

“Why does everyone think there’s something wrong with me?” She sobbed.

“They’re just stupid. There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re perfect the way you are.” Ryan said, cupping her cheeks and wiping away her tears.

“Is that the reason I don’t have a boyfriend? Because I don’t like sex?” Y/N asked.

“No, you don’t have a boyfriend because everyone already knows that you’re mine. I’m just going to come out and say it. Y/N, I love you a lot, okay? And I don’t need to have sex with you in order to be your boyfriend. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, because you’re my best friend and I love you. Now please stop crying, baby, you know I hate it when you cry.” Ryan said.

“Y-you love me?” She stammered.

“Yeah, I do. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I understand.” Ryan replied.

She leaned forward, kissing him gently. They heard ‘whoops’ and cheers, and looked up to see the rest of their band waving a camera around and hi-fiving each other.

“You guys are assholes.” Ryan said.

“Leave the band then!” Brendon yelled , still dancing around.

“Never.” Ryan joked.


Did you see what I did there?

Guys, I just got extreme Solavellan feels from watching and listening to these old animated classics. I’m in way too deep and I will drag you all with me if I have to.

Pre trespasser:

Post trespasser:

Oh god, I’m a sap.

The Little Things: Wrapped Around Your Finger (Michael)

a/n: Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written something for you guys. I’m off of school now and doing some more writing. So I’ll finish the Parachute Series and this new one and do a few one shots. Thanks for sticking with me. <3 ~Jill

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The little things. The small notions of love. Michael wasn’t a guy to show the real affection he had for you in public. Sure he’d whisper things like “you’re ass looks great in that dress” and have a cocky smirk to follow and other times he would wink at you from afar and pucker his lips into the air making you laugh. 

Ever since the two of you first met, just over three years ago, you knew Michael wasn’t the type to blast his love for you to the world. But you most definitely knew it was there. It was all in the way he’d touch you. It was in the way he would peck your forehead in the morning as he rushed out the door for the studio meeting he was already late for or the way he would loop his arm over your shoulder when the two of you were out and some times he would just nod down and gently kissed your exposed shoulder, letting you know how he felt every day. That he loved you. 

“You okay?” He whispered just loud enough over the fans and clicking of the cameras. You nod quickly, though you were seriously nervous. Everything was flashing so quickly and everything seemed blurry. It wasn’t that all of this made you nervous, it’s just that sometimes it got to become too much. Your breathing started to quicken and you felt your chest begin to pound, but then everything came to a stand still. 

You felt a sudden brush against your hand. You looked down to see Michael’s pinky wrapped around yours. The ends of your lips curled into a small smile and you instantly felt at ease. From that small finger to slowly bringing your whole hand into his, he pulled you a little closer. You could feel the pad of his thumb brushing against the inside of your palm, slowing calming your nerves. You looked back to Michael who flashed you a small smile and a reassuring gaze. Then, almost ruining your and Michael’s moment, an interviewer came to talk to the two of you. 

“So, Michael, you and Y/N have been together for what seems like ages now!” He started. Michael pulled you to his side, his hand finding its resting place on your waist. 

“Yep! Never been happier, with this girl right here.” He said beaming down at you. 

“That’s so sweet! Y/N, what’s the biggest thing Michael here has done for you since you’ve been dating?” He continued. 

“It’s not about the big and fancy things for us.” You replied. You wrapped your free arm around your boyfriend and smiled. “It’s the little things that make up the big moments for us.”

“God, I envy what you guys have and I wish you the best and that you last forever.” The interviewer concluded. 

“Me too.” Michael gushed, quickly and gently kissing your temple. 

Cool new idea: Liking a characters design in a non-sexual way

Oh wait no sorry this is tumblr where as soon as someone who looks young but isn’t shows their stomach suddenly everyone is a pedo

“No, but I’m afraid of you.”

Super cool Elizabeth shot that my friend Jose took of me at ALA! I’m super sorry I’ve been so inactive on here but I’ve been working on Scarlett O'Hara’s green curtain dress ((The top is done, I’m so happy!)) and I have Long Beach Comic Expo in less than a week, so I’m very nervous for that.

But thank you for your continued support, guys! I can’t wait to show you my Scarlett and my Meg Giry! Super excited for both of those!

Lucy’s Loft 89 Experience

OK there’s probably a lot of typos in this I am so sorry. I proof read it a few times but I feel like there still will be ones I’ve missed.

If you want this to be easier to read, here it is in parts:
Part 1 Before the ShowPart 2 Getting Picked for Loft 89Part 3 During the ShowPart 4 ACTUAL LOFT 89 RGJEFMND

28th November 2015

We had driven up from Canberra, raced into the hotel, got dressed and it was time to go.

The second we walked out of our hotel room a hotel staff member was like ‘oh my gosh I gotta take a picture of you guys so I can show my daughter!!’ and it was awesome. We got so many stares walking out of the hotel but also heaps of compliments which was awesome because we have spent months making these costumes. We also used hundreds of hot glue gun sticks. I got to meet Grace (aka @cantevenswift on Instagram and @gracetheswiftie on tumblr) and her mum, @babyjustsayswift from Instagram and Sasha (@screamingcolour on Instagram) which just made me AUSHBJDFNS. We were also filmed by the guys making the rumoured and kind of confirmed Tour DVD walking around the stadium and it was just SO EXCITING!! Sydney Olympic Park staff also took photos of us for their social media pages and I just IUDGHVFSJA IT WAS SO COOL.

We got into the stadium and lined up to buy merchandise, bought dinner (which consisted of two cups of hot chips and coke wow so healthy), then I went to line up for the Taylor Nation booth but the line was extending all the way around the stadium so when Vance was going to start soon I decided to leave because I really really wanted to see him.

VANCE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! He played From Afar and Red Eye which are my TWO FAVOURITE SONGS OFF DREAM YOUR LIFE AWAY and he was amazing and Georgia with all the phone lights made me so emo ahhh.

The second Feel So Close started, me and @kealieswift (aka my best friend Kealie) lost it because Taylor Swift was going to be RIGHT BEFORE OUR VERY EYES in a few minutes. Everyone around us was confused at why we were screaming but little did they know…

Then the lights went down, the beats of Welcome to New York started and Kealie and I began bawling and screaming. I was overcome with emotion and the battery pack for the lights around the edges of my guitar broke because I was ‘raving too hard’ or in the words of Taylor Swift ‘thrashing’. Then my headband broke too. However it was okay because Taylor was absolutely incredible and I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT TO WITNESS EVERYTHING LIVE. HER VOCALS WERE AMAZING AND SHE WAS AMAZING AND ALL HER SPEECHES MADE ME UGEYASHDJKKOPDFIHJDS. New Romantics was amazing and I the best thing was aggressively screaming AAAAHHHH at the beginning of the chorus and of course Taylor being SLAY SLAY SLAY. Come Blank Space, we were screaming ‘HIT ME WITH YOUR GOLF CLUB’ and ‘boys only want love if it’s torture SYDNEY’ a lot. THE CHOREOGRAPHY FOR THE TOUR WAS JUST SO INCREDIBLE AND THE DANCERS OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO TALENTED UWEFDJAKSL.

WE WERE UP TO I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED.

I had seen the lady from Taylor Nation standing in front of us with her back turned but I didn’t realise she was from Taylor Nation and was honestly focusing on the I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE INTRO WHICH MAKES ME SO AHHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IT IS SO GOOD AND AMAZING. Then the intro ended and the intense violin section began and WHAT DO YOU KNOW.
THE TAYLOR NATION LADY WALKS OVER TO US.
‘Hi girls!’
‘Hi’
‘Is it just the two of you?’
‘Yes!’
‘Have you guys ever met Taylor before?’
*SCREAMING* NO OH MY GOD NO NO OH MY
‘You promise?’
‘YES WE SWEAR’
‘You’re going to Loft 89’
‘EYUGHJFSDIUHJ *SCREAMING* OH MY GOD OH MY GOD’
*MORE SCREAMING* ‘OH MY GOD OH MY GOD*
‘WE’RE MEETING TYALOR SWIFT WE’RE MEETING TYALOR SWIFT’
‘ARE YOU SERIOUS’

Then the lady gave us the wristbands.
‘Hold onto this paper okay and then meet me at that section after the show’
‘THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH’
*MORE SCREAMING*
‘OH MY GOD, WE’RE MEETING TAYLOR SWIFT WHAT THE HELL’
*CRYING*

SO THAT HAPPENED.

The rest of the show was absolutely flawless and Taylor was so SO SO AMAZING. SHE PLAYED ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY AND THIS LOVE AND YOU ARE IN LOVE AND WHEN I SAID HOW AMAZING THAT WAS THAT WE HEARD ALMOST THE ENTIRE ALBUM SHE WAS LIKE ‘Yeah I just decided tonight I wanted to play the whole thing’ OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT I’M SO ANNOYED I CAN’T REMEMBER EXACTLY.
HER VOCALS WERE SO ON POINT I WAS JUST AIOJDSHJFDS and the guys doing the filming for the rumoured Tour DVD came over and filmed us so much and we were flailing, crying, screaming, thrashing and dying so I wonder how we’ll look if we end up on the DVD… I was honestly scared for everyone around us.

OK SO A FEW THINGS:
BLANK SPACE BRIDGE !!!!!
I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE INTRO AND HIGH NOTE !!!!!!!!!
HOW YOU GET THE GIRL OUTFIT AND INTRO FOR THE COSTUME CHANGE AND CHOREOGRAPHY AND THE BRACELET COLOURS AND THE ENERGY OF THE PERFORMANCE !!!!!!!!
I KNOW PLACE BRIDGE AND HIGH NOTES AND GIOUREFHJDSAIJDFJ THE COSTUME IGTGTG
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY BACK AND THE CHOREGRAPHY BYE
YOU ARE IN LOVE ACOUSTIC WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I CRIED (I WAS ALREADY CRYING BUT STILL) AND HER GUITAR SKILLS AND CHANGED MELODY FOR THE HIGH NOTE BITS AND THE AUDIENCE ECHOING I GTGTTG
CLEAN SPEECH ENOUGH SAID
CLEAN IN GENERAL THE THINGS ON THE SCREEN EFUIBDSHA AND HER VOCALS
ok bloody hell don’t even get me started on LOVE STORY REMIX LIVE THIS SONG MADE ME THE MOST EMOTIONAL BECAUSE IT WAS IN 2008 WHEN I HEARD THAT SONG THAT I FELL IN LOVE WITH TAYLOR AND ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS MEET HER BECAUSE SHE MEANT SO MUCH TO ME AND THEN THAT NIGHT I WAS MEETING TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT OK BYE
STYLE- OK THIS OUTFIT I S2G AND HER VOCALS THE COOL ROLLIN THE DANCERS DO DOWN THE CATWALK AND HER STRUTTING EWFBISUDJXZ
THIS LOVE IS GOOD THIS LOVE IS BAD THIS LOVE IS ALIVE BACK ON THE SETLIST AND IS SO BEAUTIFUL I WANTED TO DIE DOIFBHJDNMC I LOVE TAUYLOR SWIGY5TRFD
BAD BLOOD - OK THE INTRO VIDEO AND THEN THE TABLE AND HER VOCALS AND HARDCORE INTENSE VOCALS AND CHOREOGRAPHY
WANEGBT ROCK VERSION- ‘MUCH COOLER THAN MIIIIINNNEEE’ OK BYE BYE BYE THE VOCALS AND THE GUITAR AND MY GUITAR MATCHED HER GUITAR IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER
WILDEST DREAMS ENCHANTED - OK HOLY CRAP THE ALIEN PIANO AND HER VOCALS AND SPEAK NOW FEELS I WAS CYRFNfhds AND THE LONG HIGH NOTE GTGTTG
OUT OF THE WOODS - BYE BYE BYE BYE THE REPEATED HIGH NOTE VERSION OF THE BRIDGE AND FLYING PAPER AIRPLANES I GRES I CANT EVEN IT WAS SO AMAZING
SHAKE IT OFF - THAT REVOLVING STAGE AND THE BLUE OUTFIT AND HER ADORABLE DANCE MOVES AND THE CONFETTI JUST IERNFDMXHUID GOODBYE

Now for the bit you’ve all been waiting for… LOFT 89.
So the security would not let us out of the section because they needed to let out other people first and Kealie and I were panicking because we were worried we would miss the admin stuff where they told us the rules and led us to the room.

It was a good 10 minutes (and felt like hours to be honest) before we could leave our section. My friends Anna and Connie came over and said hi (they were on the floor) and then I showed our Loft pass and we all freaked out (I wish I could’ve taken them with me because they so deserved it). Finally we were let out of our section (carrying around 7 bags of merch between us) and we literally ran across the stadium floor and there were heaps of people staring and I could hear them saying 'oh my god they got it!’. Heaps of people were congratulating us and being super nice, it was crazy. We found two other girls (Chloe and ___ who had amazing costumes. They are the nicest people ever and really deserved to meet Taylor, which made me so happy they got Loft ahhhh). We asked security where section 130 was (which was the section the pass said to go to) and this lady took us to the section. We told her we got Loft 89 and were going to meet Taylor and she was so happy and excited for us. She also gave Chloe her number and told her to text her- not really sure why, but the lady was so nice and ahh.

We were waiting in the seats of the section but then found out everyone was waiting outside of the section in the corridors of the stadium. So we went there and security, Taylor Nation (including the lady that gave us the pass who I believe was Ali) and everyone else who had gotten Loft. There was only one group, a middle aged couple, who weren’t dressed up and got Loft. Everyone else was dressed up with lights and everything and their costumes were AMAZING. We were all talking and freaking out. WE WERE ABOUT TO MEET TAYLOR SWIFT.

Soon, we all walked back into the main stadium and sat down in a section. An iPad was passed around and we all had to fill out a survey thing with our name, phone number, gender, country and birthday. Then Ali told us all the rules: we were not allowed to take any videos, but could takes as many photos in Loft as we wanted until Taylor came. We could get one photo per group and we would get a pre-signed photo. So we weren’t able to get any personal signed things.

Then we all got up to walk to Loft 89. I was legitimately walking to a room where I WOULD BE MEETING MY IDOL OF SEVNE YEARS, TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. We didn’t walk that far, just up some stairs and then 100m down another corridor. They had set up the room and the walls were made out of curtains. It was a lot smaller than I had imagined. When we walked in, to the left they had a table with cookies and pizza. There was also a big bucket next to the table filled with water  and coke and diet coke cans. Next to the main table with cookies and pizza there was a bar-table with bottles of water on it. Then at the back of the room they had set up 3 couches with a coffee table in the middle. Then on the right wall there was another bar table with stools. They had a sectioned off another little separate room and later on we would line up to go into that room to meet Taylor. We all chilled and talked, I ate a cookie but then I was too jittery and nervous to eat anymore. I took lots of photos on my camera of the room (and they mostly turned out blurry from my hand shaking too much from excitement, nervousness and AFDSUK-ness). I took a coke can & a water bottle from the table and then we took group photos of everyone in Loft on polaroid cameras & people’s phones. We fixed the batteries in our lights and then tried to make our faces less red and hair more presentable but as you can see in the photo my face is red from crying and my hair is not great (especially next to Taylor’s EXTREMELY ON FLEEK EYELINER AND HAIR).

Then we were asked to line up in groups to go into the sectioned off room to meet TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. We all lined up and it was just IUHJFSS I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT WAS HAPPENING.

THEN ANDREA WALKED IN. THE REAL MAMA SWIFT WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF ME. She said hi to everyone and gave us all hugs. She complimented everyone’s costumes and said she loved our guitars and tutus. Kealie said 'it’s so amazing seeing you in real life and not on tumblr you’re so beautiful’ and  then Andrea said me and Kealie were beautiful and WE DIED. DEAD. RIP ME. I WAS TOO IN SHOCK TO TALK PROPERLY BUT MAMA SWIFT IS SO NICE, LOVELY, FUNNY, ADORABLE, SWEET AND KIND AND BEAUTIFUL AND I JUST ERSHJDFIDOGUHRJFKD. Kealie was lucky enough to get a selfie with her- my phone had died by that point and I had put down my vlogging camera somewhere and couldn’t find it. We took photos with her and she was just SO SO SO LOVELY I WANTED TO DIE.

Then.
It.
Was.
Time.

There were 7 groups and Aidan who was by himself (who had a jacket just like Taylor’s one in Welcome to New York!!) altogether. I think we were the third group to go in. While lining up to go into the little room to meet her I could see Taylor through the crack in the curtain and suddenly I was hit with the realisation that my IDOL OF SEVEN YEARS who’s music I had grown up with. I had watched her blossom from a beautiful teenage girl to a beautiful young woman. I had watch her go from the Fearless Tour to her sold out 76,000 strong stadium show at ANZ Stadium on the 1989 World Tour. She had inspired me and shaped the life it was today.

Taylor is the reason I had embarked on my journey to become someone in the music industry- playing hundreds of gigs over my lifetime. In fact, the night before the show I had won a $4000 prize back at the Lift Off Youth Music competition to produce an EP. Taylor has been with me through good times and bad, and I am just so thankful to have her in my life.
I love Taylor Swift.

And after seven years of dreaming of this moment, growing from a little girl singing into her hairbrush to Love Story to a teenager finally letting go of the past with Innocent, Clean and Shake It Off on repeat, it was happening. I was going to get to meet the girl who had unknowingly put my little pieces back together. I was meeting Taylor Alison Swift.

I had planned what I was going to say to her but the second I walked into the room I was wonderstruck by her beauty and grace. She said 'HEYYY GIRLS!’ greeted us with the warmest smile and reached out her arms to hug us. The minute I embraced her everything in my life felt just right. And to top it off, I got to be with my idol, queen, Aunt, role model and inspiration with my best friend Kealie.

Taylor was so graceful, incredible, amazing, beautiful and smelt so good. Her smile could light up the whole town and she made me feel so loved and special. She complimented our guitars and we talked about our costumes. I told her we did a lot of hot glue gunning and probably got lots of hot glue gun scars. Taylor laughed and then pointed to the scar on her leg. Kealie said 'YOU’RE NOT A ROBOT’ and Taylor did this adorable little robot dance like she does in Shake It Off. I told her the music shop I go to donated real strings to put on my sign prop guitar and she said 'tell them thank you!!’ and she looked at the strings and said 'you even put them in the right order’. We told her Kealie had stuck on all 9000 diamantes onto her guitar and Taylor was amazed. She also pointed out our pegs and polaroids. I then asked her about her ankle brace and she said it’s been painful for a while but if she ices it it’s usually okay and we said we hoped it gets better soon. Then we took photos and because Kealie is tall she leaned her head on Taylor’s shoulder. I was too short *cries* (I’m joking) and Taylor put her hand on my shoulder and I lost it. We took the photo (the Taylor Nation lady took two and I’m not sure why but AHHHHH IT WAS SO COOL) then it was time to go. We told Taylor we loved her and I thank you for being with me for 7 years and for everything and how I remember the album livestreams and she said 'thank you for paying attention to all that!’ and I said of course I would (not sure why). Then she said 'I love you!’ and we DIED. I HAD JUST MET TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. AFTER SO LONG OF THINKING ABOUT THE SCENARIO IN MY HEAD. REUFSDNMLKERNMDSKRGNMF,SDHJERBG NMFD I EFSCIXUH WAS HOW I WAS FEELING WHEN I WALKED OUT. I WAS PRACTICALLY SCREAMING. The Taylor Nation lady handed Kealie the two signed photos and then I just OEUFSM,ZX.

Then the security said we had to go but we had left bags in the main Loft room as we weren’t allowed to take anything into the room Taylor was in except Kealie’s phone (because that was what we were taking the photos with). So we went back in, sorted out our bags and then I took one last look around the room. I had just met Taylor Alison Swift. Out of 76,000 people I was one of 21 people chosen to meet Taylor. There was a 0.027% chance (I calculated it) of getting chosen for Loft 89 to meet Taylor and for some crazy and amazing reason during our thrashing, screaming, dying, scringing (sing-screaming), dancing, sign waving, my best friend and I were picked out of the crowd and had wristbands put around our wrists and handed a Loft 89 pass.

I will be forever grateful for the experience. Thank you to everyone who made the day possible: stadium staff, tour staff, managers, cleaners, people who set up the stage, sound guys, dancers, the band and backup singers, Taylor Nation, the Novotel staff, Taylor’s family and friends, my parents, Kealie’s parents, whoever made and sold our tutus, cardboard, lights and hot glue, security and most importantly Taylor herself. Thank you, thank you, thank you. (I may have missed someone but I will add them in as I think of them). It honestly doesn’t feel real that this happened.

To Taylor:
I love you so much. Thank you for everything. Thank you for inspiring me to embark on my journey to become someone in the music industry when I was just nine years old. Thank you for writing beautiful lyrics that have taught me so many lessons. Thank you for going on tour. Thank you for helping me through all the bad times. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being the soundtrack to my life. Thank you for being a light in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.

Love from,

Lucy