bejewelled dress


A/N: I prompted myself for this one but then I wrote it for @petalstofish.  My first attempt at a modern muggle Jily AU and its celebrity AU too yay!  Prompt credit to this list.

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Most days, Lily Evans is a pepper pot of a human being, filled with a rather infectious zest for life that has served her fairly well over her twenty-four some-odd years. However, that enthusiasm fails even Lily Evans on the fourth consecutive day of torrential rain when she finds a hole in her galoshes, loses her umbrella to a particularly violent gust of wind, and is further drenched when a passing car speeds through a mud puddle and covers her from nose to knees in cold, wet grime.

Still, when faced with this sort of situation, Lily prides herself on her proverbial ‘stiff upper lip’ and ability to move past life’s little frustrations.  Except during the last month before the annual Helping Hands fundraiser, which would be more appropriately termed ‘The Never-Ending Hellish Month Lily Evans Would Prefer to Have Struck From the Calendar.”  But apparently that’s too ‘negative’ and ‘long-winded,’ so Lily plows through for mostly for the sake of the much deserving children and secondarily her continued employment.  However, Lily still contests that any event which requires an eight person meeting that lasts more than forty five minutes to determine whether aubergine is more purple or blue needs a priority assessment.

She does consider herself lucky though, despite her occasional complaints – made almost exclusively to the ever attentive Alice who manages to nod and smile like a champ – to be working in a creative and productive environment where she gets to do work she’s excited about.  And as bad as the Wednesday morning drenching incident was, she always keeps a spare jumper in her office, and her coat really absorbed most of the hit, so she pushed thoughts of impending overpriced dry cleaning out of her mind and went about her business, working late into the evening putting the finishing touches on her responsibilities and splurging for an Uber home when she saw the dark, puddle covered streets.

The worst of it really comes the following morning, when she wakes to a stuffed nose, crusty eyes, and a headache that radiates through her skull.  But it’s fundraiser day, so she dresses quickly, gulps down a little too much DayQuil, shoves the bottle in her purse, and pours a travel mug full of peppermint tea with copious amounts of honey, and she’s out the door.  And then she’s back in the door to grab her garment bag and dress shoes for the event that evening, and back out, making work before the clouds even have a chance to think about raining.

The rest of the day is spent medicating her problem, avoiding infecting coworkers who soon take to avoiding her like the plague, and double, triple, and quadruple checking everything for that night.  Including confirming their ‘special guests’ for the bachelor auction, which goes mostly well despite her new found ‘sultry’ toned voice.  And being Lily Evans, she only grumbles to herself for a few minutes when some up and coming actor’s agent says his name is Sirius, makes an accompanying joke that her congested brain can’t take, and then calls her Mr Evans before he hangs up.  Maybe she’ll find him tonight and sneeze on him.

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Our teachers were Russians: exotic and glamorous ballerinas from another era.  Felia Doubrovska had been born in Russia in the 19th century and had danced at the Maryinsky Theatre in Imperial St. Petersburg in the years before the Russian Revolution.  She later joined the Ballets Russes in Europe and eventually settled in New York City to teach, but we all knew that some part of her was still elsewhere, in a world far from ours.  Everything about her was different.  She worse heavy makeup, long fake eyelashes, and sickly sweet perfumes, and I remember her bejewelled and dressed in a deep royal blue leotard with matching scarf, chiffon skirt, and pink tights that showed off her unusually long and still impressively muscular legs.  Her movements, even when she wasn’t dancing, were gracious and ornamented, elegantly conveyed in ways that we American teenagers could never quite replicate.
—  “Apollo’s Angels: A History of Ballet”
Larkyn Austman, Canadian Tire Championships 2014 (Free Skate)

The colors here are very flattering to Larkyn, but is this not also kind of weirdly similar to Kaetlyn Osmond’s free skate look from the same season?

Glam bracelets, garnet dress with bejeweled collar… check. Different back though! Nice long column!

And it really is a nice look. There should be more bracelets in skating!

Grade: A

unbreakablejemmasimmons  asked:

Congrats on your fanniversary! My two years'll be in the fall-- crazy how time flies! Prompt for ya: Fitz and Jemma at a fancy pants dinner "somewhere nice" (in Seychelles or otherwise) but they just can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

awww fanniversary! what a perfect word for it! and I remember when you joined us - we’ve been so lucky to have you. <3 
Anniversary Drabble 4/10.
Rated light M. FitzSimmons. 3x22 canon-compliant, Seychelles.

The restaurant at the sand’s edge was lit with muted strings of electric lanterns, a live band and singer serenading the guests. Most of the women were wearing dresses and bejeweled flip-flops, with some men in blazers and others only in their shirtsleeves, in keeping with the beach-adjacent atmosphere. Guests were encouraged to meander onto the sand after their meals, although most just enjoyed the tranquil view from their seats. 

Jemma held daintily onto Fitz’s arm as their waiter led them to their table, her buzz from their afternoon imbibing having long since worn off, and felt rather like she’d stepped into a fairytale. Having always wanted to be swept off her feet had been something that occasionally warred with her own inherently practical nature. When she was younger she used to fight against it, but as an adult, she’d long since learned that it was perfectly acceptable to be both analytical and romantic. Fortunately for her, she’d also found both qualities in her best friend, although she hadn’t realized quite the degree that he embodied the latter until recently. His own proclivity towards literal thinking notwithstanding, Fitz was excellent in sweeping Jemma off her feet - both literally and figuratively.

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I want to write an epic novel-length fic in which Alec and Hannah meet way before Broadchurch, before she even becomes an escort actually. Around the same time he meets Tess, he’s still just a constable and she’s on the verge of quitting school. It’s at a time when the age difference matters. He’s thinking about marriage and babies and she’s thinking about her next flatmate. And yet they stick together, undeniably attracted, physically and emotionally, by the other. 

But Tess is the right choice. The reasonable choice.

When Hannah becomes an escort, it confirms his choice. They fight terribly, call each other names and fall out. “That’s it,” they think, the end of their friendship.

He’s the first one to give in. Months later he calls, he’s drunk and it’s his bachelor party, and “I miss you, Han.” “But I’m still an escort.”

When he walks down the aisle, when they welcome Daisy to the world, there’s a pang of jealousy in her heart, but mostly she’s happy. Happy that her best mate gets what he wants and what he deserves. In the end, she’s getting what she wants too, doing a job she loves.

They keep in touch despite the distance and their hectic lives. Because what separates them is also what brings them together. They’re different and therefore challenge each other’s view of the world.

When the baby— and later, criminals— keep him awake at night, he knows she’ll be awake too. And he’s the first person she wants to call when she gets a good news or when she’s feeling blue.

He’s the person she calls, sitting on a bench by the Thames in a bejeweled yellow dress with mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m here,” he says just a few hours later. He holds her. And when she kisses him, she thinks she’s done it again, she’s fucked up a friendship. But he’s different.

When she writes about him in her book, journalists ask her about “the one that got away”.

She witnesses his transformation from a caring and warm person into a hardened and cold detective. She doesn’t recognize him and it hurts. When he discovers Tess’ betrayal, he’s free, they’re more mature, maybe the timing is finally right. But he doesn’t let Hannah comfort him. He shouts at her. He sleeps on the couch.

There’s a divorce and a relocation, and a heart that beats erratically. When she sees him on the news, she decides to help him. Whether he likes it or not. She’s at the Trader’s and at the hospital. She calls him stupid, reckless, he calls her selfish and opportunistic. And he kisses her with salty lips and hands carding through windswept hair.

Then there’s a tiny blue house, and lazy morning, and she’s still there. And when he thinks he’s about to fall back into old patterns, in the madness of an unsolved case that haunts him, she keeps him afloat. She’s still there.


London x UK: Alexander McQueen’s Savage Beauty at the Victoria & Albert Museum, London [More London]

The most breathtakingly, heartbreakingly beautiful exhibit I have ever seen in my life. After having watched his collections on video, looked through the tiniest details of his dresses from high quality pictures, memorized each show name by heart, it was such an honor to see the collections in person at the exhibit at the V&A. From the legendary flower dress from Sarabande to the bejeweled dresses from The Girl Who Lived in a Tree, I stood in the dark, cool air and held my breath, unable to bridge the gap between dream and reality. The room dripped with jewels, dried flowers and magic, and for a moment I lived in a world of fantasy and haunting beauty. 


Li Bingbing attended at the premiere of ‘The Sea of Trees’, hosted during the 68th annual Cannes Film Festival on Saturday (16th May) in Cannes, France.

Her baby-blue Zuhair Murad Spring 2015 Couture intricately embellished gown had all the makings of a fairytale with its enchanting embroidery, alluring silhouette, and the sweeping beauty of the half-ballgown skirt and train.

She accessorized with a Jimmy Choo ‘Cloud’ clutch and statement blue earrings, which were a bit unnecessary given the bejewelled dress.