I don’t understand how I failed to appreciate how truly incomprehensible Dorian’s outfit is, but one arm has a bare shoulder and a tactical armor opera glove, leather chaps? or possibly leather thigh highs attached to?? his….shhhhhirt?? Or possibly belt?? on top of? chain mail pants?, buckles???, a popped collar undershirt, various….silver…….sections, a fucking shoulder pad strap attached by string to his leather vest with one arm because the leather vest needs help staying up because he only has one sleeve, guys I had to turn the graphics way the fuck down to get this game to run is there a higher resolution where Dorian wears a comprehensible outfit
Note: thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it’s not too short! feedback is welcome! .c
Can you do one where reader shows up to a ball very very beautiful in a high-fashion gown which attracts so much unwanted attention making fiance!Bucky irritated af?
Your hands flattened, running down your hips in your red ball gown. Tony had been planning a ball for the team, something he set his sight on after months of non-stop missions. You’d rather get cozy and watch movies with the team, but Tony likes to go above and beyond. You grew to accept his need for parties when he was feeling too anxious. It was his way of winding down and feeling like he was on solid ground again.
A soft sigh fell from your lips as you finished styling your hair and you took a look in the mirror once again. You were nervous to wear such a bold dress. The sleeves and chest area was a floral lace material, with a puffed out waist, cascading down to the floor.
Red was definitely your color, you never failed to look good in it. It also helped that it was one of Bucky’s favorite colors on you. It took you ages to find the perfect dress, and when your eyes landed on this, you knew it was the one you’d be wearing.
Your eyes fell to the shiny diamond ring on your left finger and your stomach fluttered happily. You’ve been engaged to Bucky for a year, having dated for three years prior to his amazing and beautiful proposal. You didn’t think Bucky could be anymore romantic-he was a sucker for sweet stuff-but a proposal at the first place you met was heartwarming.
A knock sounding at your door made you nearly jump out of your heels. “Coming!” You called out as you walked towards your bedroom door, careful not to trip over yourself. You opened it and smiled as you saw Nat and Wanda dressed to the nines with their hair perfectly styled and lips painted.
Nat was wearing a tight black dress and black heels, her hair loosely curled, framing her face in a flattering way. You knew she wasn’t one for going to the extremes with her dresses, and you couldn’t believe how subtle it was, all the while making her look like a queen at the same time.
Wanda wore a red dress that was similar to yours, rhinestones littering the chest area and it was sleeveless, and her hair was neatly straightened. Her heels were black, as well. You had to take it all in for a moment, appreciating the fine detail and of course, how beautiful she looked in it. Your friends were definitely heart breakers.
“Earth to Y/N?” Nat said, waving her hand in front of your face. You giggled and shook your head, coming or of your daze. “Sorry! You guys just look smoking hot!” You blushed and ushered them out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you.
“Us? Look at you! You look gorgeous!” Wanda said with a wide smile, her teeth shining. You rolled your eyes playfully and walked down to the elevator.
“Thanks! I just can’t believe Tony would throw a ball.” You shook your head lightly as Nat pressed the up button on the elevator. “The man is rich, he would throw parties like this every night if he could.” Wanda muttered, making you and Nat laugh as you all entered the elevator.
The ride was short and you hooked arms with Nat and Wanda, walking down the hallway until you turned into the doors of Tony’s large dance room. He did not disappoint. Everything was decorated intricately and the music was actually good this time.
Nat scoffed and leaned into your side. “All eyes are on you, of course.” She mumbled with a smirk. Your eyebrows raised slightly and you turned to look at the crowd, seeing the eyes of men looking at you.
Wanda giggled softly on your other side. “Don’t let Bucky know. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.” She said, laughing a little harder at your mortified expression. You groaned in annoyance and discomfort.
Nat and Wanda separated from you after seeing their dates-Vision and Bruce- leaving you by the door. You didn’t mind, it gave you time to search for Bucky.
You scanned the dance floor, spotting Sam dancing with two women, twirling them both. His eyes lifted in your direction and you nearly doubled over in laughter as you watched him trip over his feet.
You could see him faintly word ‘holy shit’ under his breath as he took in your appearance. The two women noticed his eyes on you and they stormed off, leaving Sam to follow after them like a lost puppy.
Your eyes left Sam and you spotted Tony at the bar with Steve and Bucky by his side. A smile formed on your lips as you made your way over there, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Though, as you were walking, you noticed the faint turn of heads, the sense that everyone was watching you creeping up your spine.
Swallowing the nervousness that bubbled in your lower belly, hoping you weren’t actually gaining the attention of every male in the room, you made it to the bar and leaned into Bucky’s arm. “Hey, stranger.” You murmured in his ear. He turned to you and instantly his mouth fell open.
“Doll, you look…” He was rendered speechless, his cheeks burning with blush as he looked at you. He swore you were straight from a fairy tale. The ring on your finger confirming his thoughts that you were really his. You giggled and stood away from him, spinning around so he could look at your dress.
Steve stood to his feet as you turned to face them again. He looked down at you, keeping you at arms length before hugging you. “Y/N, you look gorgeous!” Steve breathed, his blue eyes just as wide as Bucky’s. Tony turned to see what caught their attention after his sentence died down and he gasped upon seeing you.
Tony crossed over to you and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips. “You look stunning.” He said with a smile, kissing the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but blush, easily flustered at any compliment. Bucky scoffed and shoved Tony out of the way. His arm wrapped around your waist and he kissed your head.
“Watch yourself, Tony.” Bucky warned, pulling you closer. You giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He smiled down at you and trailed his finger down your jawline. “She’s beautiful and for my eyes only.” He murmured to you, loud enough for the other two to hear. You hummed in response, smiling as Bucky kissed your nose.
“Sorry, but every man in here has his eyes on her.” Tony stated with a shrug. He always enjoyed getting a rise out of the super soldier. Bucky immediately stood up straighter, his head whipping around to look at the crowd. Tony was right. Nearly every man was looking your way. “Are you serious?” Bucky growled, his jaw clenching.
Bucky instantly wanted to get you out of there. His hold on you had gotten tighter and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Tony snickered at Bucky’s reaction. “You better keep her close, old man. One of these men won’t hesitate to take her away.” With a pat on Bucky’s shoulder, Tony left with a smug grin, leaving him a fuming mess.
“No man is going to steal you away from me.” Bucky said more so to himself than you. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I promise that won’t happen, Bucky.” He sighed heavily, his fingers digging into your side.
You looked out into the crowd and felt rather small after meeting eyes with a man, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he held onto another woman, completely oblivious to his wandering eyes. Steve scoffed and shook his head, having witnessed the action. “I can’t believe men act like this now.” He said, crossing his arms.
Before you knew it, a different man was walking over to the bar, his hand running through his slicked-back hair. You absentmindedly shrunk into Bucky’s side as he walked by you and he smirked down at you.
“Evening, beautiful.” He said with a deep voice, sending a knowing glance to Bucky, nearly challenging him. Your expression matched Steve’s: wide mouth, wide eyes, full of shock. Was he serious?
You felt Bucky start to move towards him, hearing a low growl rumble in his chest. “You fucking-” You gasped and pulled him away quickly, “No, Bucky, don’t.” You pleaded. Steve quickly helped you move Bucky away and left the man at the bar, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s shaking figure.
“I’ve got him, Steve.” You said softly, watching Steve debate whether staying beside you two or enjoying his evening. He nodded gently and looked at Bucky before walking off, disappearing in the crowd.
“Let’s just dance. Don’t worry about it.” You said softly, caressing Bucky’s hand with your thumb. You pulled Bucky towards you and your ears perked as you heard “Burning Love” come on.
“Lord almighty, I feel my temperature risin’!”
A gasp fell from your lips and Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction. The look on your face instantly calmed him. You were bubbling with laughter and your cheeks nearly split from how wide your smile was as the both of you fell in sync during the song. You had to admit, he hasn’t lost his rhythm.
As the song played through, you and Bucky never missed a beat. It felt perfect and you both had forgotten the unwanted attention from the men in the crowd. You were twirling and dancing around with Bucky, a smile permanently etched on your faces.
Just as the song was about to end, Bucky pulled you to his body, your hands resting on his chest as he dipped you.
You gasped and looked up into his eyes, slithering your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” You asked, nearly breathless. Bucky leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, making your heart jump in your chest. It was full of passion and need, love and adoration.
Pulling away, Bucky stood you both upright again and you felt lightheaded from the kiss. “That.” He said with a bright smile. You shook your head as you giggled and rested your forehead on his chest, the next song slipping into a soft, slow melody.
Bucky kissed your head as you swayed back and forth. “I love you. You’re mine.” He whispered, his hand resting on the small of your back. You nodded and lifted your head up to look at him. “I’m yours. I love you too, fiance.” You said sweetly. Bucky blushed and lifted your hand to kiss the ring on your finger.
Many of my posts cater to women, but this one is for the fellas, including those who are bold enough to possibly dress in drag. Tim Curry has starred in many movies with iconic costumes. Check out ten of his best looks for some Halloween inspiration. He’s also credited with having a Cheshire Cat smile, a fantastic bonus idea. Which of his characters is your favorite?
1. Pennywise from “It”
2. Frank n Furter from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”
3. Wadsworth from “CLUE”
4. King Arthur from “Spamalot”
5. The Lord of Darkness from “Legend”
6. Long John Silver from “Muppets: Treasure Island”
7.Cardinal Richelieu from “The Three Musketeers”
8.Gomez Addams from “Addams Family Reunion”
9. Rooster from “Annie”
10. Concierge at The Plaza Hotel from “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York”
And kid, before anything else, your first love should be with life. Paint your nails bold colors, and dress the exact way you want. Live spontaneously in grand gestures. Dance naked in your bedroom, go out at night with your best friends, and be brutally honest with your feelings. Take luxurious baths when you can, try to read often, and become familiar with your body.
You have to become fascinated with the simple idea of being alive.
Anonymous: “BTS reaction to you wearing a revealing dress at an awards show (a dress that mostly shows your breasts are”
Hey guys sorry for being MIA we kinda forgot to post lmfaooooo
Vegas heat is no joke you thought while your stylist
got you ready to attend the BBMAS with your love, Jin.
Your stylist laid out two dresses. The
first was a hideous long sleeved black dress– one which would have been a bad
choice considering the warm weather. The second dress was a short white dress
accented with summer flowers and a tulle skirt. The dress was perfect, but the
neck was cut deep, real deep. The neck was deep and cut down to you mid-section
in a V shape. You thought it would be too
risky to wear to an award show, but then thought
what the hay as the weather was ridiculously
After some time,
when your makeup and hair was all a tall dashing Jin walked in. You turned
around to face him and noticed that he was covering his mouth.
“Aigoo, where are your clothes?” Jin
was quite conservative and seeing you in a revealing dress shocked him. He soon
came to realize that it was pretty smart that you chose this dress considering
the weather and who could complain. He though the dress was visually pleasing, to say the least.
Once you two hit the red carpet Jin would whisper some PG-rated things in your ear, followed by "Let’s
switch outfits IT’S TOOO HOT!“
Suga: When you asked Yoongi what you should wear, you didn’t know
what you expected.
want,” “ Anything,” and “I don’t know” were just a
couple of his answers.
You couldn’t argue
though, Yoongi never really cared about
your outfits or how you looked, and although it bugged you at first, you
appreciated how he love you for you.
the award show, however, you wanted to look your best. You knew BTS always
looked like kings on the red carpet, and you wanted everyone to know that you
were Yoongi’s queen. So, you asked the
stylist to help you out. She presented you with a gorgeous dress, one that you
thought was prettier than you. You were reluctant at first, but soon gave in once you thought about what Yoongi would think.
When the big day
arrived, you waited for Yoongi to come
pick you up from your room. When you opened the door, Yoongi would be frozen– his mouth would be left open and his
pupils would expand. You were nervous at first, maybe he thought it was too
revealing, or maybe you didn’t look really good. Before your thoughts could go
any further, Yoongi would pull you into a
hug and tell you how beautiful you looked.
J-Hope: After hearing of BTS’s nomination for an
award, you were ecstatic because this meant you would be attending an award
show with Hoseok. This wouldn’t be your
first rodeo, BTS had many public appearances and you attended many with them.
This time around, you wanted to stand out and be different from the regular
party goers at the event. You decided to wear a backless red dress that left
most of your upper half exposed. Hoseok
was awestruck from the moment he saw you, he adored your outfit and wanted
nothing more for the world to see his girl. Throughout the night, Hoseok would be uploading numerous pictures of
you as well as constantly telling the members how lucky he is to have you.
Rap Monster: Namjoon was beyond
excited to be nominated for so many awards and so were you. You were so proud
of him and his members and were happy at the chance that you would be able to
support them backstage. Everything was
going perfectly while planning for the award show, the only thing was your
outfit. You didn’t know what to wear and what would be appropriate. You wanted
to match your boyfriend, of course, but you also wanted to impress him. So when
the stylist came to you for an idea of what you wanted, you didn’t hesitate to
tell her about the kind of neckline you
When the day of the award show finally arrived,
you headed to BTS’ room in your long, deep necked dress. You were excited to
see what Namjoon’s reaction was. He always gassed you up about your fashion and couldn’t wait for to hear his hype. When
you entered the room, all eyes were on you, especially Namjoon’s. When you saw
the look on his face it would be like the look he gave you when you first met. He
would walk to you quickly and take you into one of the bedrooms.
“You look so hot,
Y/N,” he would say. “How about we just stay here and I can un–"
"Uh, Namjoon.. You kind of have an award show to go to.”
Jimin: As BTS gained popularity with their music
so did their rep. This meant that the group would attend many award shows and
after parties, all of which you were invited to as well. One party, in
particular, was celebrating BTS’ win. It was a huge party with many people and
you wanted to make your mark, so you did so with a bold dress. Your dress was
pink and exposed your chest area quite a bit. Jimin
was startled at your outfit choice, but it quickly grew on him. Throughout the
night you’d catch him stealing glances at you followed by him embarrassingly
looking away. What a mochi, you
thought, what a goosedarnit mochi.
V: Knowing that Taehyung is the fashion icon
in BTS, you couldn’t embarrass him with any ordinary dress at an award show.
You decided to get in contact with the best
stylist the world. The stylist placed you in a fashion forward piece that
exposed your chest areas. The dress was a deep blue color that and hugged your body in all the right places and was accented
with jewels. This piece was controversial, iconic, and
fashion forward all at the same time. This made you anxious for what Taehyung
there you stood, posing in the middle of the dressing room waiting for to V to
arrive. Once Taehyung arrived he nonchalantly walked by, barely looking at your
dress, lazily saying “cool dress.” He stood on the fitting podium
while his stylist sized him up, and in slow motion, you scanned his body up to his face and that’s when he said it.
“Try again hunty.”
Jungkook: BTS were nominated for many awards at the award
show that you would be attending to with them. You were going to support BTS,
but mainly for your boyfriend Jungkook. Being your first award show, you wanted
to dress to impress. When you found the perfect dress, you wanted to surprise
Jungkook the day of the award show. When the day arrived, you called Jungkook
down to your hotel room to meet you before you all left to head to the red carpet.
You opened the door, somewhat seductively,
and looked into Jungkooks eyes as he scanned your body from head to toe.
“Wh-what are you
wearing..” Jungkook asked in a nervous tone.
Suddenly, he lifted his hand
up to block something from his view. You looked down to where he was avoiding
and noticed that it was at your exposed breasts.
“You don’t like
it?” You asked in an unintentional disappointed voice.
Jungkook looked at you
quickly and lifted up your face. “No, babe
you look hot. I just don’t want anyone to give you any fishy looks. Only I
should be able to see you like this.”
You chuckled at
Jungkook’s comment and pulled him out the door. Little did you know that
Jungkook would literally be avoiding you the whole night because of your
outfit. He was just too shy to see you like that and his eyes would be scarred
for life. When it would be time to take pictured, he would just hover his arm around you. He would even go as far as pretending not to know you.
all we know is falling:
empty afternoon highways, walking through a field, feelings of empty nostalgia, crying in bed at 2am, amateur guitar playing, not caring about what you wear, aloof glances, beat-up cars, watching the stars shine bright, not being able to move on, wallowing in sorrow for a while.
childlike optimism, headbanging, screaming the lyrics at your favorite band's concert, trying to get past high school dress codes, bold makeup, striped leggings and studded belts, laughing boisterously, a first kiss with your significant other, visiting amusement parks in the summer, feeling like you can conquer the world.
brand new eyes:
standing up for yourself, old town districts, growing up, riding horses in the fall, staying strong, taking long walks before the sunrise, eating a tub of cookie dough ice cream, confronting toxic people, browsing through family photo albums, end of summer parties, knowing that everything will be alright someday.
leaving everything behind, seeing the world, bright hair and neon clothes, fireworks, blasting loud music while driving with friends, being in charge of your future, dyeing your hair again and again, denim jackets with pins, dancing by yourself, bursts of inspiration in the middle of the night, finally knowing how to let go.
hiding sadness with humor, splashes of color, murals on the sidewalk, pink skies, 80s teen movies, eating sweet fruits, wacky sunglasses, vinyl records, floating on a swimming pool, dusty old video game consoles that still work perfectly, confused by conflicting emotions.
Character: Tiffany Hwang Word Count: 1255 Summary: Mommy Tiffany doesn’t like when her Little misbehaves; especially not during such an important event.
a/n: good golly do I love mommy kink smut. I combined both requests as they were so similar, I hope that’s okay!! and I hope you enjoy, anons ;)
warning/s: not much tbh, just mommy kink?? oh and smut haha
“You misbehaved tonight, didn’t you?”
“Tell Mommy what you did, so I know you understand how you were bold.”
A pale pink dress hugs her curves in all the right places, although in all honestly, Tiffany’s body had no bad places. The artificial lighting of the bathroom glinted off her fine jewelry, making her diamond earrings, necklace and rings glint extravagantly. Those items were gifts, as a thank you for her being the face of an up and coming new Korean brand. Tonight was another thank you; a dinner in a classy restaurant. Only the best for their beautiful model.
“I played with you under the table,” you admit, looking away like a sulking child. You were sat on the toilet, pouting, while Tiffany towered over you and made you feel small. She looked somehow regal, in the claustrophobic bathroom stall. It was something that only Tiffany could pull off.
The brave white knight, valiantly pursuing his cause, the smell of a freshly sharpened pencil, pointy graphite tip just waiting to eagerly touch paper, a freshly washed shirt with the wrinkles being slowly ironed out until it’s smooth, perfectly cooked, crisp bacon with the edges curling up slightly, the frustration an artist feels when they’re just on the edge of the piece being the best it can be but it’s not quite there, the moment before they can declare it a masterpiece, a 5 year old child trying to get the angle on his drawing right and he keeps erasing until the paper is almost ripped, and smudges are everywhere until he tosses it aside and gets a new paper, starting over, a neatly written list with a slender check mark besides each completed duty, the scent of mint gum, a paper airplane soaring above someone’s head and landing on its intended target
What I think of when I hear 2:
A slender girl, helping an elderly woman sit down, the scent of freshly baked cookies, a family event, where it’s loud and raucous and everyone is arguing but there’s so much love that you do it again every year, two children whispering to each other and pinky promising that they’ll always be best friends and wearing matching charm necklaces, years later, still friends, one comforting the other as she cries over a break up, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, laughing so hard with your loved ones that your stomach begins to hurt, a pretend annoyed smile filled with affection as you watch your significant other do something silly, a mother beaming as she holds her newborn child, finally, love overflowing as she stares in awe at its tiny face and flailing fists, desperately holding onto a loved one’s hand and worrying frantically as they’re on their death bed, the bond of siblings who shout and argue all the time but in the end curl up beside each other and fall asleep when the love wins out
What I think of when I hear 3:
Shiny trophies, the reflection of gelled back hair and a winning smile glinting back at you from the shelf on which they’re presented, a man standing in a mirror, fixing his tie just right and adjusting the sleeves of his suit, overflowing confidence, sipping expensive wine, a woman in a bold, red dress whose heels click on the floor with every step, an athlete who won the race by just a few seconds, bent over panting, hands on his knees, the most popular girl in elementary school affixing a bow to her blonde hair before she strides out the door, a couple at a carnival, a guy just won his girlfriend a stuffed animal and she’s hugging it to her chest, it took him three tries but he finally got it, a burning face when you stumble on stage, a perfectly exacted ballet performance, everyone bows at the end before the curtains slide closed, and then they all sag, exhausted and panting, but so, so proud.
What I think of when I hear 4:
The quirky eccentricity of an oddball. The mad musician, playing furiously, pounding their heart out upon those violin strings, sawing away viciously, the dreamer who lies in the grass and stares at the stars, streaks of unusually colored hair, polka dots and stripes combined together boldly, splashes of paint upon an unsuspecting canvas, a quirky, offhanded comment delivered that makes everyone giggle at the oddness of it, earnest expression, a girl sitting on a boulder by a rushing river, dipping her feet in, as she doodles idly in her notebook, multicolored lipstick, focused eyes speaking with depth, staring at a rainbow and believing there really is a pot of gold with a leprechaun at the end, and believing aliens could abduct you at any moment, and not caring, the old man who wears his tin hat proudly, not caring that others believe he is crazy, mismatched knee high socks combined with flip flops, lemonade on a hot summer day through a bendy straw, and walking on the moon, and walking on the ceiling, and the fizz of soda right after you take a sip
What I think of when I hear 5:
A person fiddling at a Rubik’s Cube and right when they figure it out, twist it all out of place again, causing others to gasp, as they try all over again, a notebook filled with messy scrawl and notes, tossed carelessly onto a desk, pen flung alongside it, a dark cabin, a serious tone, curtains drawn shut as an eye peeks out from the crack between them, curiosity winning out, the nerd in the corner of class who stares out into space, stacks and stacks of thick books with cramped notes in the margins, sweats and hoodies with glasses that are askew, lying awake at night trying to solve a problem one of your friends is having as if it were a mathematical equation, matte everything, sitting in a coffee shop alone with your laptop, sitting alone in a quiet forest, sitting still enough that wild animals come close enough to sniff you, still pond water only ripples ever so slightly, a professor in his element as he begins to lecture the class, slowly gaining confidence and speeding up, the furrow of your brow when you’re trying to remember something and finally do, a black cat sitting on a fence quietly observing
What I think of when I hear 6:
The gaze of a frightened rabbit, not sure if it’s a fox or something completely harmless, a shout as you slip on something you didn’t notice before, the relief you feel when a storm passes, the rumble of thunder in the sky, but it doesn’t rain and you let out a relaxed sigh, taking steps gingerly, staring out at the vast, blue ocean, the strengthened kick of something struggling to live as its fight or flight response kicks in, visiting an old friend years later, the content you feel when your pet lies in your lap as you sit on the couch, flipping through the channels on tv, old, familiar pajamas you slip into on a Saturday, sips of hot chocolate grasped between freezing fingertips, fuzzy, pink bunny slippers, giving your significant other a kiss on the cheek and just reveling in your relationship, the justified anger you feel when one of your friends is being targeted, when you stick beside them no matter what, getting a reassuring hug from someone you trust, an old tattered stuffed animal you’ve had forever, hugging it as you fall asleep
What I think of when I hear 7:
The loud “WHOOP,” you shout as you go skydiving or a rollercoaster starts, dancing wildly and laughing hard as you hold your hands on your stomach, the curiosity of a child who asks, “Why?” to everything until it just ends up in the answer, “Because.” Rolling down a hill at full speed, tumbling down and getting all messy and having grass stains all over you, the excited bark of a pet dog as its tail wags, ready to play, the guilty faces of children who just colored on the wall because they didn’t like how blank and boring it seemed but they’re now realizing that they’ll also be in trouble, the big, bright yellow sun every child seems to universally draw in the corner of every drawing, neon colored clothing, making best friends with a stranger in a day, and getting lost and then ending up in an even better situation, the sly gaze of people who have known each other forever and are mischievously planning something when they both make eye contact, and it’s as if an invisible light bulb has popped up above each of their heads
What I think of when I hear 8:
The sharp bark of a medic who knows what they’re doing when they see someone injured, the heavy sigh of someone who knows the difference between what they want to do and what they have to do and does what they have to, the clang of armor and swords clashing together, the confident stride of someone who can get what they want, and if they don’t, they’ll just take it instead, the clenched fists of someone who’s just seen one of their loved ones be hurt and is taking names, the determined gaze of someone who’s dying when they make their death wish, feeble and wheezing but still manages to grasp their loved one’s hand firmly, the scent of a letter written in pure black ink when it’s still wet and barely drying, applying red lipstick with a wicked grin, the flick of your wrist when you’re drawing on your eyeliner wing, slamming your fist down on a table and demanding justice as you stand, a towering building, still majestic, even in its old age as it begins to crumble, the reverberating echo of a clock after it strikes the hour
What I think of when I hear 9:
A tinkling laugh, a flowing, white dress, twirling in a circle and flopping down, a shy smile, the scent of your favorite candle, flickering, rain that’s not heavy, but just barely sprinkling and bringing your face up to the sky and closing your eyes, the twinkling of the stars in the night sky, lacing your fingers through someone else’s and feeling their fingertips link through yours, sipping tea on your porch in a sweater, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, going to an aquarium and watching the fish swim by majestically in awe, with your face up close to the glass and hands pressed to it. A romantic loveletter, a quiet, muffled giggle, talking on the phone for hours, and hanging upside down with your feet on the wall while you do so, drifting off into a daydream, closing a good book with a contented sigh, a concerned, shifting gaze between two friends who have begun to argue, falling asleep and not quite realizing you have yet as you bury your face into your pillow and pull your blanket tighter
Have you ever started a new job and been told that what you’re wearing doesn’t fit with “business casual”? Or have you received an invitation to a party with a dress code like “garden attire” or “creative black tie” and had absolutely no idea what to wear? Dress codes can be really confusing, especially when you’re growing up and suddenly have to deal with a lot more than everyday casual. But worry not, because we’re about to break them down one by one so you’ll be the best (appropriately) dressed at your next party.