You are by no means too outdated to think about your individual Princess Diaries second, proper? And mine goes one thing a little bit like this:
[harpsichord dream sequence music plays]
First, there is a whirlwind romance with the dashing stranger who appears like a cross between Nathan Fillion and Kiefer Sutherland throughout his Three Musketeers days.
(Awww yeeeeah.)
Subsequent, we sink straight into the Hearth Swamp.
No, no, simply kidding.
Subsequent we play Mario Kart collectively till 2AM.
Later, after dressing up as Venkman and Staypuft for Halloween (I am Venkman, in fact), and confessing our timeless love for each other, there is a painfully romantic proposal:
Carried out in an inflatable kiddie pool.
“Jen,” my dashing prince would say, “Will you be my very own Princess Peach?”
To which I’d reply, “Are you kidding? Do Vulcans want the Pon Farr?
“(However we are going to Disney for the honeymoon, proper?)“
And, BAM! I am a princess! Subsequent factor , I am residing in a citadel…
“And over right here is your TARDIS closet. As you’ll be able to see, it’s a lot, MUCH greater on the within.”
…and carrying fairly princess crowns…
(Modeled after crabby House Invaders, apparently.)
…and fairly princess clothes…
(“Discuss your trunk house, verify this motion out!”)
…and driving my Princess Vespa round…
(Okay, technically this might be a Princess Harley.)
…and…and…wait. You realize what? Apart from the citadel and crown stuff, I’ve already acquired my fairy story ending, full with online game taking part in, Princess Bride quoting, and brownie baking prince. (Love you, Sweetie.)
So I suppose I will simply finish right here by wishing all of you:
I just like the quick and fluffy ones, myself.
Due to as we speak’s dream crew Debbie B., Anony M., Lisa V., Lisa P., Julia B., Vanessa C., & Stephanie S., who, for the document, by no means even knew fairies *had* tails.
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P.S. I discovered one thing for the princess who desires to put on one thing outdated, one thing new, one thing borrowed, and one thing poo:
Do not cease believing, y’all. Goals do come true.
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
