Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.

Two click reblog and one click like is why the notes on my posts look like this:

Pro Tip - Never drop the word wedding while planning if you don’t need to. Most things can be for “an event you’re planning.” This obviously doesn’t include things like the venue, DJ (who needs specific wedding songs), and the wedding dress company if you’re going that route versus just buying a dress.

For my wedding I got “discounted” cupcakes, flowers, decor, bridesmaids dresses, groomsman attire, and invitations. I did this by either searching for things that aren’t marketed for weddings or not telling the companies I was working with it was for a wedding. Because honestly, most of the time they don’t need to know why you’re ordering.

These companies target people planning their weddings and markup everything the second “wedding” is said. And it’s said often because people assume the services change exponentially for weddings. They absolutely do not. 

The best example are the cupcakes I had for my wedding. I used a designer cupcake store in town instead of spending $1000 on a wedding cake. If you place a large order of cupcakes with a cake tree for display - it costs about $150 for 100 (which is what I did). When you order their “wedding” package - the price raised to a $700 base for 100 cupcakes. The only other perk includes a “tasting.” Forget that. Our tasting was buying a few cupcakes in flavors we thought we’d like and picked three. It cost maybe $20. 

What these companies do is scummy and targets people who don’t have information about the event industry.

Luke + Lorelai + Jess + Rory

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So MAJOR!!! #STREAMTRUTHHURTS

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

Inspired by the Señorita music video.

“leave me alone, shawn!” you yelled to the Canadian on his motorcycle. of course he would wait in the parking lot until you finished your shift. shawn mendes was never one to give up.

you began to walk faster to your worn out car that your parents gifted you for your 17th birthday. compared to shawn’s shiny bike, it seemed like a piece of scrap. shawn jogged to catch up to you, the chain linked to the loops on his jeans jingling with each step.

“just hear me out, please.” shawn begged. he gripped your wrist and turned you around to face his irresistible eyes that were staring back at you pleadingly. his cold rings that decorated his fingers sent shivers through your spine. you couldn’t help but remember the nights where his rings were on your flushed body, giving you the same goosebumps you were feeling now.

“what’s the point shawn?” your voice broke mid-sentence. “we don’t work. don’t you get that?”

shawn could feel his heart twist in his chest. although it felt like he couldn’t breathe, he needed to know one thing. “look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t need me.”

you looked at him in disbelief. “what?”

“look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t need me.”

you chewed your lip at his request. there was no way you could lie to him, especially staring right into his eyes. he knew you too well, and you knew him well enough to know that he can see through your lies.

“i wish i could pretend i didn’t need you.” you admitted truthfully.

“can’t you see, señorita? your body fits right in my hands.” shawn placed his hands on your hips and began to rub small circles. you felt your body becoming putty in his hands. everything in your body wanted to stay.

and like every other night, you felt for his charm once more.

“you know i love it when you call me señorita.” you grinned.

shawn felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders knowing he had you another night. reciprocating the cheeky smile, he brought his face close to yours and with his lips millimeters from yours, he placed his lips on yours.

Camila singing* ‘locked in the hotel, there’s just somethings that never change, you say that we’re just friends but friends don’t know the way you taste la la la’

Ooh I should be running