deep jewel

Russel is the prettiest member of Gorillaz.

Who wants to hear my Gorillaz fashion headcanons? ‘Cause I’m gonna share them. [You can remove the headcanons when you reblog if you want.]

Russel has the most refined tastes, especially as he gets older. He appreciates good quality construction and fabrics, and classic silhouettes and styles. Deep jewel tones, dark navy and black suits. Of course, he never forgets his hip-hop roots and will still wear the baggy pants and ringer tees as he pleases. It just depends in his mood and the situation.

Noodle is high-fashion and street fashion with a dash of punk. Fashion is just another form of art after all, and “fuck flattering” is definitely a guiding rule when she gets dressed in the mornings. She basically never wears dresses or skirts without pants or leggings for ease-of-movement reasons. She also never wears heels for the same reason. Likes to see how many different ways she can wear an article of clothing, like wearing a t-shirt as a skirt. She once put together an outfit that was nothing but scarves tied and tucked in various ways and looked fab as fuck.

2D was a total slogan-tee and jeans kinda dude for years, but has recently gotten into festival, hippie wear. He wears a lot of cut-off jeans with patches, flowing tank tops, and a lot of flower accessories. Really enjoying chokers as well. Getting into wearing more pink, since it goes well with his hair.

Murdoc is a gross old man who wears the same thing every day (black shirt of some kind and jeans) or nothing at all. Let’s be real with ourselves. But his biggest secret is that he’s been stealing some of Noodle’s oversized shirts to wear sometimes. Tell no one!

The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royal AU [Chapter 3]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two
Also on and AO3.

Word Count: 5,064

Alright, here’s the next Killian chapter! Lots of backstory and setting the stage for what’s coming - I know a lot of you are anxious for Killian and Emma to meet and I promise, it’s coming! Stick with me :]

The route to the palace was a familiar one and Killian wagered little had changed since the first time a driver escorted him from Kensington to the heart of Westminster. The streets of metropolitan London were busily lined with citizens taking full advantage of the near noon bustle, scurrying along to various shops and pausing for late breakfasts at any one of the various cafes found in the downtown district. Their lives seemed casual and enviously simple, a fact that Killian tried not to harbor on as he stared out the window of the unmarked black car Liam had sent for him. It was highly likely that his dutiful brother was already well immersed in whatever task list a future king gets handed when he shows up at Her Majesty’s headquarters very bright and far too early.

Such a stubborn arse, Killian thought as he ran a hand over his unamused eyes. It was probably for the best that the Queen was part way around the globe for now. The absence of their lovable yet all too proper Gran and the steaming cup of coffee Marco had brought along were the only two things lending him luck at the moment.

“Around to the back gate, your highness?”

“Aye,” Killian nodded, glancing up toward the rear view mirror with an arched brow. “But are we ever going to agree on you calling me 'Killian’? I’d thought we were well beyond formalities by now, mate.”

He caught the humored smile of the man in the driver’s seat via the reflective overhead glass, accompanied with familiar eyes set in typical analysis and a beard almost all white as a reminder of just how long the loyal confidante had been chauffeuring the royal family around. Marco was a former carpenter and had come from Italy right around the time of the last elaborate royal wedding, beginning his work initially in one of the palace’s many gardens on instructed maintenance and upkeep. It hadn’t taken long for the flower loving and recently wed princess to prod him into an unlikely friendship, one that was built around what blossomed on royal grounds but eventually extended into a bond akin to family.

Killian had heard many tales of those simpler times from Marco on their countless drives together, his favorite including a time when building a royal crib suddenly became a request for the man who was more accustomed to being asked to pull weeds. He had told Killian so much about his mother over the years - how she lovingly bossed him around when it was time to select what to plant for spring, how she’d all but demanded that he attend every holiday banquet as an esteemed guest of their family, and how he’d helped her learn bits of conversational Italian while escorting her between the regal grounds and whatever location she was destined for. It was this kindly man who’d migrated to London only a few decades earlier who had been instrumental in their lives for a number of critical years, certainly long enough to see the high points and the extremely low ones. He’d claimed teasingly several times that there were very few rides more unpleasant than the time he drove the royal couple and their second newborn baby boy - one with 'strong lungs and even stronger opinions on London traffic’ - home from St. Mary’s on a very snowy January morning.

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This is my first Malec week submission. I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. Hope you like this.

Magnus had been in a frenzy all week. He was planning a birthday party for Alec and he wanted everything perfect.

He’d been trying to do most of the work while Alec was at the Institute so he couldn’t complain about him over doing things.

“Just don’t go over- board, please? You know I’m not that sort of person. That’s your department.” He had said to him one night a few weeks before hand when they had been snuggled up on the sofa together in the loft when Magnus had told him what he wanted to do.

“I know, my love, but I just think it would be a great opportunity to get all our friends and your parents and Max together. We haven’t had a party since Max’s ruin ceremony.”

“Yeah, and look what happened then. Just promise me you’ll keep a lid on it. It will be the first time that Mum and Dad will be here since they divorced. Dad mentioned the last time I spoke to him that he was seeing someone so that should be interesting.” Alec raised his eye brows. Magnus gave his hand a comforting pat.

“I’m sure it will be fine. It’s been two years since then and I’m sure they have both moved on from any hostilities.”

“Yeah, I’m not holding my breath on that one.”

It was now the day before the party and Magnus was in a whirlwind of activity in the loft. He had done the decorating himself, basing the theme on their last trip away together in Morocco. Rich, deep jewelled colours of dark red, peacock blue, emerald green, dark pink and a rich gold filled the living area in beautiful glass mosaic lamps and candle holders. He had tented the roof from the centre of the ceiling in heavy silk material in the chosen colours, a magnificent coloured glass chandelier the centrepiece.

Magnus had replaced the sofas with piles of large floor cushions and richly upholstered chairs. He had organised caterers to prepare a buffet of traditional food with a few planner dishes as well. He had to laugh a little when Izzy had offered to help with the cooking.

She and Simon had been together for just over a year now and they had moved in together about six months ago but from the amount of times they had ended up at the loft for dinner with he and Alec, Magnus was sure her cooking skills still left a lot to be desired.

The caterers arrived to start bringing in their equipment and unpacking the crockery, glass ware and cutlery. Magnus smiled when he saw Clary sneaking in behind them. She stood in the room, hands on her hips, looking around.

“Well Magnus, I have to say, I think you’ve out done yourself this time. It looks absolutely beautiful.” She said, smiling at him.

“Thank you, Biscuit, I’m glad you think so. I just hope Alexander feels the same. He did warn me about over doing things.”

“I’m sure he’ll love it. Especially when he gets his “special” present. It will all be worth it.”  Clary gave him a wink.

Magnus had let her in on the special gift he had prepared for Alec. He had gotten it a month ago and he had needed to trust someone with it so he hadn’t been tempted to give it to him early or run the risk of Alec finding it.

Clary was the only person he had entrusted with it. He had thought about giving it to Caterina but she was so busy with Madsi now be didn’t want her to forget to bring it with her to the party.

“You haven’t told that big mouth boyfriend of yours, have you? I know what Jace is like. He can’t keep anything to himself for long.” Magnus asked, giving her a worried look.

“No, I haven’t and it’s not from his lack of trying to get it out of me either. He’s done everything but hold a seraph blade to my throat and he knows that I’d probably beat him with that as well. You’re secret’s safe with me, Magnus. I can’t wait.”

Alec had arrived home just as the last of the caterers had left for the evening. He walked in the door and just shook his head. Magnus obviously had no clue what ‘keeping it simple” meant. But he had to admit, it did look fantastic.

Magnus came up to him and handed him one of his special cocktails.

“Welcome home, my love. Hard day at the office?” He took a sip from his own glass, his eyes never moving from Alec’s face.

“I thought we agreed to tone it down, Magnus? You call this simple?”

“well, yes, actually. It could have been worse, I could have moved the loft to Morocco for the night. This was much easier. I heard from your parents earlier. They arrived here safely from Idris and are very comfortable at the apartments I organised for them.”

“I hope they’re on separate floors.”

“Oh don’t be like that, they were fine with the arrangements and they said to tell you they would see you tomorrow night.”

“Did Max come as well?”

“Yes, he’s staying with your mother. Maryse did happen to mention he is currently going through his angsty teenager phase so we should be prepared for that.” Alec gave a small laugh. It was hard for him to realise that his little brother was growing up. It only seemed liked yesterday when his mother was accusing him of being the same way. Only he knew it was for a different reason than Max’s would be.

The next day went quickly and Alec had Clary and Izzy pushing him out the door early so he could go home and get ready for his party. He had already had a small celebration with some of the other Shadowhunters at lunch time in the Institute’s dining room. Izzy had proudly brought out a rather lop sided, frosting smothered cake that she had made for him and the members that had been there all sang happy birthday to him.

He had arrived at the loft to find magnus running around attending to all the last-minute details and he had shooed him into the shower the second he had hit the door. He was already looking wonderful in his signature silk shirt, embroidered waist coat and black slim fitting pants. His makeup done perfectly as always.

Alec found a brand-new suit and shirt waiting for him when he came back into the bedroom. It was beautifully tailored and he shook his head when he saw the designer label inside the coat. Magnus never did things by halves, that was for sure.

Two hours later, and the room was filled with their family and friends. Maryse came with Max, who looked like he would of rather been running drills with one of his instructors instead of being there.

Robert Lightwood had arrived with his girlfriend and introduced her to Magnus and Alec. She had seemed very nice if not a bit nervous. Clary and Jace were sitting on the floor cushions with Izzy and Simon, laughing and joking with each other. Caterina was there with Madsi who was clinging shyly to her arm. She was still not used to events that had a lot of people at them.

As the night went on, Magnus sought out Clary and they ducked into the bedroom together.

“Here it is, Magnus. Safe and sound. I hope you don’t mind but I did have a peek at it and it’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen, so unique.”

“Yes, you have no idea what I had to do to get it but I’d do it all again for Alexander. Wish me luck, Biscuit.” Clary gave him a warm hug.

“It’ll be fine. Go for it.” She told him and they headed back out to the party. Magnus searched the room for his boyfriend. He was talking to his mother on the other side of the room. He took a deep breath and started towards him when one of the caterers came up to him about a problem in the kitchen. He went with her to sort it out and then headed back to find Alec.

He only got another two steps before someone pulled him up to talk to him and he tried to be polite but his nerves were really getting to him. After the third person had stopped him he had reached his limit.

“Excuse me, everyone. I want to thank you all for coming to help celebrate Alexander’s birthday with us and I hope you are enjoying yourselves. I have been trying to get to my beloved for half an hour now and I can’t wait any longer. Alexander, can you come here please?” He looked around and saw Alec weave his way to him and stand at his side. Magnus closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“My special Shadow hunter here didn’t want a fuss made for his birthday and he probably thinks that I went too far, yet again but I wanted to make tonight as special as possible for a good reason.” A round of laughter went around the room as everyone watched them. Alec ran a finger around the inside of his collar, nervously. He had always been uncomfortable being the centre of attention. Magnus turned to face him and grabbed his hand. There was something about the way he was looking at him that made him hold his breath.

“Alexander, I want all our friends and family know how much I truly love you. You’ve been there for me in so many ways over the past two years and I hope I have done the same for you. I told you once that you had unlocked something in me and I was right. You had the key to my heart.”

 Magnus took a small red leather box out of his pocket and went down on one knee. The room went completely silent and Alec felt his heart jump into his throat. Magnus opened the case and held it up to him. His eyes grew wide as he saw a ring that had a magical jewel in its center. It was a deep purple and seemed to swirl around like a miniature galaxy. It was breath taking.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood, would you marry me?” Magnus said, his voice wavering slightly with emotion.

Alec looked to his face and saw tears filling his eyes.  There was only ever going to be one answer.

“Yes, Magnus, I can’t wait to marry you.” The tears streamed down Magnus’ cheeks and he took the ring from its case and slid it onto Alec’s finger before standing up to take him in his arms and kiss him soundly. A loud cheer went up from around the room and everyone came over to congratulate them. Alec felt overwhelmed by all the well-wishers and never let Magnus’ hand go once. Clary, Izzy and even his mother were all in tears and he ended up with a damp shoulder by the time they had let him go. This was one time that Alec had never been happier to be center stage.



Magical Elvish Woodland Realm Pendants. <3 Within the land of the cosmic elves, a small shamanic group forged magickal pendants, each with an earth stone…

Friends is Only One Letter Different Than Fiends


“But, Raven!”


The sight was an odd one, even for Titan Tower. Raven, surrounded by a, for once literal, black cloud of discontent, stalked down the hallway, trailed by a procession of other women. One of which was floating, in order to keep the pink, sparkling monstrosity she carried from trailing on the floor.

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tagged by:  @theheartofatlantis
rules: tag 10 of your followers that you want to know better!


name: john murphy
nickname: murphy
zodiac sign: hell if i know
gender: male
favorite color: jewel tones; deep blues and purples
average hours of sleep: honestly his sleep is so patchy he probably just takes a series of naps whenever he can
last thing you googled: how to plug a flat tire
height:  5′9″


name: charles
nickname: honey, charlie, husband, lil shit
zodiac sign: cancer
gender: male is good
favorite color: green
average hours of sleep: not as many as i want but probably enough tbh
last thing you googled: atlanta perimeter ( i’m doing a thing )
height:  5′4

tagging: @ncncriminalway | @trueheda | @hoperisen | @mcmachine | @baywindowed | @ginatcnic | @impcled | @kingroun | @leksakom | @pyrrhica | @qceenbambi | @soldiiermade | idk anyone else ?? ? ?/ 

I Win

Pairing: Hercules x Reader
Inspired by a gif set that I saw and now can no longer find lol
Trigger Warnings: None???
NOTE: This is my very first imagine soooo hopefully I’ll get better at writing these :)

You weren’t sure what started this war between brothers. John was standing behind Alexander, roughly massaging his shoulders. As he gave words of encouragement, Alex shooed him away. “You’re not helping,” He muttered. Lafayette was squatting between Alex and Hercules, “You know the rules, mon amis. Elbows on the table.”

“I still don’t understand why you must do this now.” You claimed loudly from your seat.

“How else am I to prove that I am just as strong as Hercules, Y/N?” Alex demanded impatiently. Herc simply rolled his eyes, “You’re not.”

“He’s right.” You said. “You’re not.”

“See, this is why Laf has to mediate. You’re biased because Herc is soon to be your courter.” John smirked, watching your cheeks become a deep shade of red.

You and Herc had been friends since childhood. It began with small Hercules asking you how to put on a dress. That’s when you knew he’d be a tailor one day. Both your parents had caught you and Herc in your room. He was in the middle of trying to get on the second layer of clothing when your fathers doubled over laughing.

Since then, the both of you were told you would marry. The topic never came up much between the two of you, but leave it to your parents and friends to elongate the lifelong awkward tension. You and Herc were very close; you told each other everything. But marriage was something you two silently agreed to never speak about.

“Stop stalling. Let’s get on with it. I have a dress to finish.” Herc chuckled when Alex almost growled at his condescending tone. He glanced at you, giving a small reassuring smile. Then they gripped hands and Lafayette signaled the start. A few seconds in, it was clear that Alex was losing this battle. “Don’t win too quickly, Alexander.” You giggled.

“Shut up.”

Herc gave one look to Alex’s distressed face, then to the clock on the wall behind him. “For the love of God,” He muttered. Suddenly, before you could blink, Alexander’s hand smacked the table, leaving Hercules victorious. You grinned as John and Lafayette cheered. “Looks like we’ve found the one thing Alex can’t do.” You said, standing from your seat.


“Alex, I have work to do.”

“Fine. Tomorrow, on your break.”

“If it’s that important to you, fine.” Herc chuckled.

John, Alex, and Lafayette said their goodbyes soon after, leaving you and him alone. “That was very fun to watch.” You told him with a grin. “Well, I do try to cease every opportunity to make him angry.” He joked. “So, are you ready to try on the dress?”

“I think so.”

He pointed you in the direction of the dressing room where your dress, which he made in preparation for your birthday ball the next day, was waiting. Upon seeing the dress, you were taken aback. It was beautiful. You muttered a small wow before moving to try it on. “Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

“I know your mother said white, but blue really seems to do you justice.”

You smiled to yourself, relishing in the compliment. He thought you looked good in blue. Maybe that’s just him being a tailor, but you couldn’t help but feel a jolt of electricity.

“Hurry up Y/N!”

“Don’t rush me.” You chuckled. “I just want to see. You’ve left me dangling on a string.” He laughed. “And I intend to leave you dangling if you continue to rush me.” You returned, giggling at his excitement. “Sorry, sorry.”

You walked out, picking up the skirts so they didn’t drag across the floor too much. Hercules’s eyes widened as he gazed at you, jaw slacked. “Wow.” He said.

“Close your mouth,” You laughed, “You’ll catch flies.”

“You look stunning.” He grinned. “Beautiful, amazing, gorgeous.” You blushed as he continued to pour out compliments. The fact that he thought you were attractive was news to you. You were completely enamored as you watched his all but gawk over you. Suddenly, you painfully aware of something.

You loved him.

Yes, you, Y/N Y/L/N, were completely, totally, utterly, truly, madly, deeply in love with Hercules Mulligan. You always had been. And you always will be.

You began to look for imperfections, eager to try and change the subject, but found none. “Um, maybe you should check the, uh, measurements. Just to make sure.” You blurted out.

He looked confused, but nodded. “Of course. Wait for me inside, I’ve got to grab a few things.”

You walked into the dressing room and stood on the pedestal. You looked at yourself in the reflection, feeling more than proud of yourself. Hercules thought you were pretty. Gorgeous, even. You twirled around with a smile on your face, the dress flowing naturally around you.

Little did you know, Herc could see you from the counter. He was watching with a tiny smile, ecstatic that you liked the dress. He’d worked on that dress, exclusively, for two weeks. He wasn’t going to make anything for you that wasn’t the best. You only deserved the best. Which was why he never brought up marriage with you.

You deserved more than a tailor’s apprentice. You deserved a lawyer, a politician, a general, a god, if that was possible. And he was anything but.

He shook his head, gathering his present for you before heading into the dressing room. “Hey Y/N?” You hummed your acknowledgment.

“I, uh, got you a present.”

“Hercules, you don’t have to get a present every year. Your friendship is enough.” No it’s not, your brain said. You want more than friendship and you know it. “You know that I don’t care about your no-presents policy.” He chuckled. “Close your eyes.”

“Hercules–” He gave you a warning look, so you sighed and closed your eyes.

You heard his footsteps come closer and closer until he was on the pedestal with you. Your breath hitched as his breath fanned over your neck. Suddenly, you felt something cold lay on your chest. You gasped at its temperature, your eyes flying open. The jewels of the necklace were sparkling as you brought your hand up to touch it. You turned around and looked into his deep brown eyes. The jewels’ paled in comparison. “Oh my god. Herc, it’s beautiful.”

“A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl.”

You would’ve been a liar if you said this moment didn’t feel perfect. You were staring into each other’s eyes, passionate silence filling the room. He slowly and hesitantly brought his hands to the your face, and cupped your cheeks. “Y/N…” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into him. Finally, you—


Something must’ve fallen in the main room and startled Hercules because he fell backwards off the pedestal and straight into a pile of fabric. “Oh my god, Herc!” You rushed over to him, picking fabric off of him. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and stood up awkwardly. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” He breathed. He looked bewildered and embarrassed, the blush that covered his cheeks showing a sharp contrast between his skin. “I’ve got to, um. I’ve got some dresses to finish up.” He declared. “I’ll see you tomorrow on my break?”

You felt dejected and hurt as you furrowed your brow, nodding. “Of course.”

The next day, your birthday, seemed to move in a blur. You were counting down the minutes until you could see Herc again. Quite frankly, you thought it was unfair to both you for him to leave things the way he did. You needed to talk to him. You got there a bit early, careful to avoid this talk being made a huge deal by your other three friends, calling out Herc’s name.

“Y/N! Happy birthday!” He grinned, hugging you tightly. He was warm and cuddly and you never wanted to let go. Unfortunately, he pulled away, claiming he had just a bit more work to finish. “Honestly, I’m pushing this deadline. I spent most of my time on your dress and—”

“You did?”

He looked into your eyes, seeming to look for something. “Yes.” He immediately turned back around and began working. You could tell he was stressed. His brow furrowed, his hands clumsily bumping into each other as he sewed, his foot tapping the floor at an alarming rate. That plus the awkward tension was too much. So you came up with an idea.

You plopped your elbow on the table noisily, ignoring the pain it caused. Hercules looked up to you and your open hand, before putting two and two together.

“You can’t be serious.”

“If you can arm wrestle the boys, why can’t you arm wrestle me?” You looked at him expectantly as he sighed and sat across from you. He hesitantly placed his elbow on the table and gripped your hand loosely, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You could tell there was a double meaning to that, but chose to respond to the situation. “I’m not a porcelain doll, Herc. I don’t need to be a revolutionary to beat you.” You gripped his hand tighter, sending a fuzzy feeling through your arm, and he fought back a smile at your statement. “Okay.” He quietly agreed.

You counted off and began immediately straining yourself to compensate for Herc’s strength. He was surprised you’d lasted as long as you did. Sure, he wasn’t using his full strength, but you could barely carry firewood without toppling over.

You looked up at him and let out a breath, feeling yourself starting to lose. He gave a chuckle as he stared at the both of your hands. His eyes were shimmering with amusement although he wouldn’t look at you. You glanced at his lips. They were twitching into a small playful smile.

Oh, what the hell.

You stood up and leaned over the table, softly pressing your lips to his. Herc sat in confusion, his thoughts running a million miles an hour. You immediately thought you’d done something wrong so you started to pull away. As soon as you broke apart, he brought his other hand to the back of your neck and pulled you back where you belonged. Your lips moved in sync with sparks flying in each and every direction. It was better than you had ever imagined.

Not that you imagined it or anything.

You both had to pull away, simply to breath. You curse your need for oxygen as he pressed his forehead against yours. You noticed his grip on your arm wrestling hand had tightened. Smirking, you pecked his lips once more.


You sat back in your chair with a grin on your face. His smile grew as he watched you giggle, staring at his hand that was now on the table.

“I win.”

Beauty and the Beast

Zariah shuddered at the clap of thunder and flash of lightning. She hated thunder storms, but tonight the weather matched her mood perfectly. Being forced to live with a man, no, demon for the rest of your life would put a person in a pretty foul mood.

She tugged at the sleeves of her hoddie as she walked beside her father down the beaten path. This was the only place that held a rather rare flower, which her father the scientist, needed to study for it’s curative properties. If successful the medicine made from it could be used to be save millions of lives. The downside was that the only person that owned this flower was a cruel demon who asked for his most precious possession in return. That so happened to be Zariah. She knew what this flower meant to her father’s research and the lives of many.

Even though she loathed this agreement, Zariah was willing to sacrifice herself to further her father’s work. Zariah kept her face down as they reached the front door of the beast’s manor, a dark jewel hidden deep within the forest. She knocked three times. A few minutes passed before the door opened on its own. Her father hugged her tightly, then handed Zariah her luggage before ushering her inside. The door slammed shut behind the young lady. There Zariah stood, alone in the foyer. “H-hello…. Anyone there?!”

the lake was a deep, jewel-tone blue-green today. everything looked fresh, newly emerged; and at the same time, like a picture postcard from the seventies with the golden haziness built in.

lynch and i talked over veneration for the military, allowing a partner to be supportive, the marked improvement in surreal television, and the psychological effects of a running partner. 4.5 slow, good miles of conversation and contemplation.


Does anyone else feel like tom Hiddleston was his most innocent in Unrelated? I don’t know, everything about his performance was just so genuine, his dancing, his smile, his laugh. Everything.

boisterousharmony  asked:

Hey what hair colors do you think would suit south asians(brown skin ;-)

Idk i think it’s hard to go wrong with the black to chocolate to blonde ombre assuming you have long hair, but if you want more of a *fantasy* color I would think a deep jewel toned cool color like blue or purple would look great, but hey, all you need to pull off a crazy color is confidence so any color you think will look good almost definitely will

Best Dressed Stars at TIME 100 Gala

TIME 100 Gala 2017: The Best Dressed Stars at TIME 100 Gala


The 2017 TIME 100 Gala red carpet in New York City was full of the most influential stars and envy-inducing style statements from beautiful silhouettes in striking hues (see: Viola Davis and Demi Lovato) to dapper suits (John Legend and Riz Ahmed) and intricate patterns (hi, Blake Lively and Margot Robbie). Read on for our favorite looks of the night.

Source: People


The How to Get Away with Murder star wore a custom Armani Privé jewel-toned deep purple silk cady gown with a draped sleeve detail and an extensive train. The Oscar-winning actress added some major sparkle with Buccellati jewels as well as Stuart Weitzman shoes.

Source: People


He wor a black Gucci tuxedo with satin lapels and color coordinated bow tie. The Oscar and Grammy winner performed his hit “Love Me Now” at the soirée.

Source: People


The actress looked gorgeous in a semi-sheer and lace dress from Marchesa’s Fall 2017 ready-to-wear collection. While the actor opted for a dark navy tux and black bow tie.

Source: People


She wore a beautiful blue plunging gown from Zuhair Murad’s Fall 2016 Couture collection. The songstress rocked the Lincoln Center venue with her hits “Confident,” “Stone Cold” and “Cool for the Summer.”

Source: People


The American Crime Story star wore a black Rodarte gown with Pedro Garcia shoes and Monique Pean jewelry.

Source: People


He wore a beige Prada suit with Christian Louboutin shoes and metallic TIME 100 lapel pin.

Source: People


The former Fox News host wore a sequined dress with layered neckline from Johanna Ortiz’s Spring 2017 ready-to-wear collection.

Source: People


She wore a red and black structured Azzedine Alaïa dress.

Source: People


She wore a beaded dress by Prada with jewelry by Delfina Delettrez. You have to check out the intricate jeweled detailing of her backless ensemble.

Source: People


The Top Chef host wore a strapless floral Rochas gown and her blue ACLU ribbon, which represents the American Civil Liberties Union’s “Stand With ACLU” initiative.

Source: People


Summary: Daniel is the Prince’s attendant, but he’s so much more than that. Even if he shouldn’t be.
Warnings: Death (the bittersweet old people kind.)
Word Count: 7424
Author’s Notes: wow i needed a prince/servant au. i also need to punch myself in the face for writing this. special thanks to @flawlessdan and @lilliabsketch for putting up with this.

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