i just had to gif that dress!!

Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 2007

Alexander McQueen’s collection titled “Sarabande” (the name of a Handel song that was played by a live chamber orchestra during the show) drew inspiration from artist and director Sam Taylor-Johnson’s 2001 film Still Life, which depicts a bowl of fruit that slowly rots away. McQueen described his mood at the time as “darkly romantic,” and he utilized fresh flowers because, simply, “they die.”

The finale piece of the collection, worn by model Tanya Dziahileva, was a nude silk organza gown covered in both silk and fresh flowers. As she walked, flowers began dropping off the dress, which while many thought was a clever symbol of decay, was actually an accident.

“We put [the fresh flowers] on just before she went out, and they started to fall off one by one as she walked. I remember people saying Lee timed it,” the label’s current creative director, Sarah Burton, told Vogue. “We had a laugh about that. It was an accident!”

Imagine Eggsy’s face the first time he sees you dressed up.

You’d walked into the room about a minute ago and Eggsy still hadn’t said anything.

You felt somewhat smug considering that the entire time you’d known him he had never been rendered speechless, he didn’t even have a sarcastic comment to throw your way.

“You can take a picture if you like,” you told him enjoying this all too much.

He snapped out of it and did his best to compose himself, “I was just thinkin’ about something ok, now come on, don’t wanna be late.” He said, not looking you in the eye.

“Would that something happen to be me?” You asked innocently a small smile gracing your features as you punched his  arm lightly.

“Got no clue what you mean,” he answered quickly as he pulled you out the door.

Eggsy spent the rest of the night trying to deny the fact that he had feelings for his best friend and you spent the whole night smiling knowing that he did.

Imagine Legolas seeing you in a dress for the first time.

{Not my gif}

You walked down the halls of the Mirkwood palace. There was a ball tonight and you had to look your best. You never enjoyed wearing dresses, you were a guard. Not a princess. But King Thranduil insisted. You walked in your silver gown, which was long sleeve. Your H/C hair cascaded down your back, and intricate braid running down it.

“Y/N?” You hear the familiar voice of Legolas.

“My Lord.” You turn around to face him, and he didn’t look too bad himself. Actually, he looked handsome. You blushed a deep red.

“Did I not tell you you can call me Legolas?” He asks as he approaches.

“You did, but I am just used to it.” You bow your head. He uses a finger to tip your chin up.

“You look absolutely stunning.”

Listen. It looks like these 2 idiots were having celebratory, life affirming sex in Bones’s quarters because his room was closest and Bones completely forgot about the surprise party. So he jumps out of bed and starts getting dressed. And Jim is just like, “what the hell?” And Bones is all, “we’re late, you gotta get dressed.” But all Jim had on was his torn and bloody uniform. So he gives Bones a “what am I supposed to wear look” and Bones just starts throwing his own clothes at Jim. And of course Jim just shrugs and puts Bones’s clothes on cause why not?

Imagine Regina and Emma finding out Henry likes you and constantly teasing him about it…

Henry huffed out a long sigh, desperately trying to fix his hair. He had tried to style it with some gel his grandfather had let him borrow, but it just ended up looking greasy. He had washed most of it out but was now scrubbing at his scalp, trying to dry it. He wasn’t even dressed and was meeting her in fifteen minutes.

               “Hey, kid” Emma smiled, groceries balanced in her arms “Everything okay?”

               “I-I” Henry stuttered, frustrated “I-I’m fine”

               “Are you sure?” Regina asked, falling into step next to the blonde “You look upset”

               “It’s just…” he sighed as his damp hair fell into his eyes “I’m meeting (Y/n) today and well” he motioned to his face.

               “What’s that supposed to mean?” Regina frowned.

               “It means our little boy is going on a very important date” Emma grinned “And he’s nervous about the way he looks because he wants to impress her”

               “Mum!” he exclaimed, cheeks bright red “It isn’t a date”

               “Oh Henry” Regina chuckled “It’s nothing a hair dryer can’t fix”

               “Did you hear me?” he growled as they fussed over him “This isn’t a date”

               “Sure” Both replied, Emma helping with his hair as Regina picked out some clothes for him to wear.


Henry stood by the door, hands shaking. He was about to go meet her. Was he really going to do this?

               “You alright, kid?” Emma asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

               “I’m…” He sighed “To tell the truth, I’m really nervous. I was thinking about asking her out but-“

               “No buts” Regina interrupted “She’s been in love with you for years. She won’t turn you down, so don’t be nervous”

               “Go get her”

               The three mebraced before he ran out the door, a large grin on his face.


Princess Anna in 2D!! :D

Watched the movie “Asterix and the vikings” recently and when I saw the character Abba (don’t get be started on the name) I immediately knew that I had to manipulate her into looking like Anna from Frozen! ;D There was a lot of things to do, but I think it turned out OK! :3 And I intensionally left out her white streak in her hair. Just imagine that this is after the event of the first movie. :P 

OBS: No I will not do Elsa, Rapunzel, Merida or any other CGI character because this was HARD! X,D 

Movies used: Asterix and the vikings (head) & Bambi II (background) 

Other material used: Concept art of Anna by Brittney Lee (dress)

Scott and I had been talking for a while through twitter. It started as a quick back and forth and turned into flirting. I hadn’t thought much of it. I was just a lucky fan that had caught his eye. I thought nothing would come of it, and should just feel lucky he had replied to my tweets at all.

I was at home one night just catching up on some work when my phone buzzed, I checked and it was a DM from Scott. It read, “I’m going to be in your home town this week, I’d love to meet up.” My heart fluttered and I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know how to respond. My hands shook as I replied giving him the address of a coffee shop we could meet at.

I wore my best dress and spent more time on my hair than necessary. When Scott walked into the coffee shop his eyes met mine and I blushed. He smiled as he made his was over to me “These are for you (Y/N), you look beautiful.” I smiled again taking the flowers from him. I couldn’t have asked for a better first date.

“Yoongi~” You sang, skipping to the doorframe of the room he was busy in.

“Hm?” He grumbled, writing away on a piece of paper.

“Wasn’t today such a nice day?” You smiled, slightly jumping in excitement.

“The weather was nice, yeah.” He nodded, still not turning around.

You played with his white t-shirt you had on; it draped over your body, down to your mid thigh. “Was I pretty today?”

“Extremely pretty, jagi.” He answered, “You did your makeup differently—I noticed. Why did you dress so differently today? You know I don’t like really girly things on you unless there’s a valid reason.”

You raised your eyebrow slightly, “So you didn’t like it?”

“No, I did. I’m just saying if it’s not a special occasion, what’s the point?” He erased what he wrote.

“What would count as a special occasion?” You fixed your red lacy bra under his shirt.

“A birthday, a party, if you have to make a good impression—I don’t know.” He shrugged.

You dropped your facial expression: you thought he was just messing around with you—pushing your buttons to get a reaction from you like he always does. There was a hint of playfulness in his voice when he did this, though. The more he spoke to you now, the more you noticed his voice was as serious as when he spoke about his music. “What day is it?” You asked, clutching at the bottom hem of the shirt tightly. This is the test—the last thing you’ll ask to know for sure.

“I don’t know. Friday?” He took his snapback off and set it on the desk.

You felt tears threatening to spill over, and you bit your lip to keep them in. Two years.. “Okay.” You squeaked, running to the room you shared. You felt the warm tears begging to role down your cheeks as you ran down the hall. When you reached the room, you crawled into bed and hugged your legs after pressing your knees to your chest. Squeezing tightly, you continued your light sobbing. Two years it’s been since Yoongi asked you to a date; where it all started.


“Hey, (Y/N).” Yoongi called you.

“I’ll be back,” You looked to him, touching Jin’s shoulder lightly. “I’ll help you later, alright?”

“I wanted to know how to make that recipe for the boys for next week, you have enough time.” He smiled kindly at you, “There’s no rush.”

You smiled back, hugging him as you departed. “Yes?” You tugged on your shirt exposing your stomach.

“Let’s go out later,” He put his hands in his pockets.

“What?” You scoffed.

“Let’s go out.” He repeated, “Well, not really out. I’m gonna take you to the studio to listen to some songs I’ve been working on; is that fine?”

“I guess..” You looked at him with a puzzled face. Why you? Why so abrupt?

“So when the hyungs leave, I’ll take you.” He nodded, “You can go back to Jin now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning on your heels to Jin. “Noona, noona!” Jungkook yelled, “Watch me!” You watched as he did some weird dance with Tae: they held hands, putting their weight on either side to hold each other up as they flared their arms out gracefully. “Did I do well?” He hopped over to you, looking at you with hopefully eyes.

You giggled while nodding, “Perfect, Jungkook.”

“Argh!” Tae grunted while running to you, then lifting you over his shoulder and spinning around a couple times. He walked with you like you were a prize, “Look hyung—I caught your lover.” He told Namjoon.

“Yah! Put her down,” He ordered, sipping from a water bottle.

“Yeah, put her down.” Yoongi agreed, “She’s not his lover anyway.”

“You don’t know what happens between us when you’re off writing lyrics,” He smirked, popping a chip into his mouth.

He just rolled his eyes, sitting down next to Namjoon. “Can you take me back to Jin, please?” You tried to look at Tae’s face instead of his back.

“Okay!” He chirped happily, skipping over to Jin and setting you down.

“I actually think it’s time for us to head back to the dorm, don’t you guys think?” Jin spoke, putting his arm around you. “You can explain everything to me tomorrow.”

“She’s coming with us.” Yoongi said, “More like me.”

“Huh?” Jimin scratched his head, stopping his playful wrestling with Hoseok.

“You don’t have to know everything,” Yoongi glared at him, “Let’s just go, alright? I have music to work on,”


You wiped your moist cheeks with your wrists, dropping them as if they were deadweight on your calves. You had switched positions to sitting cross legged—like a small child. You looked up as an attempt to keep the tears from falling, you succeeded and looked back down. You noticed how the makeup you had on still smeared and began to wash away from your tears—staining your arms with black.


You watched Yoongi’s lips, waiting for his tongue to pop out and lick them as he spoke quickly—moving his hand at the pace he was going at. He was holding his notebook tightly in his hand, reading as he rapped his lyrics. Finally, when he had put the notebook back down he looked up at you. He looked at you dead in the eyes, “How was it?” He asked, quickly licking his lips.

“It was really good—I liked it.”

“I think I’ll keep this one for a better time,” He grabbed his pen, tapping it on the paper gently. “What should I call it?”

“I think you should wait to name it,”

“Maybe.” He mumbled, skimming though his words again. He sighed heavily, “I haven’t worked on this for long, but I really like it. I have a handful of songs that I’m proud of, and I wanna get them out there. I just have to wait for a good time,”

“You seem eager,” You laughed as he got slightly upset he wasn’t able to do as he wanted.

“I hate waiting—especially for something like this.” He set the pen down.

“When you wait for a longer amount of time, it’ll make whatever you’ve been waiting for even more satisfying.” You said lowly, watching his hand just lay on the desk. You sat there in silence, but it didn’t feel as awkward as it was expected. Yoongi didn’t talk much, so somewhere in your mind you knew this would happen eventually. This has been a unique date: occasional conversations on the ride here, another boy leaning his head on you, and no physical contact as you watched him work. You watched his face from the corner of your eye, slowly sliding your hand over to his. You linked your pinky fingers carefully—making sure he didn’t give a bad reaction. He looked, but immediately looked away. Taking this as a sign of consent, you rested your head on his shoulder. Yoongi glanced down at you, confused as to why you did such a thing. His shoulder raised a little, but you let go of his hand and hugged him with that arm. While you let go, you held his hand properly and brought it over to his lap.

He groaned, shifting in his chair. He cleared his throat, “Skinship isn’t mandatory on dates.”

“Do you not like it?” You lifted your head, and letting him go.

He shrugged, “Not really.” He watched as you lowered your head. “But if you want, I’ll let you hold my hand or something.”

“I don’t feel right if you’re not enjoying it,”

“Maybe I’ll like it the more you do—maybe I just have to get used to it. I’ll let you pick anything: hand holding, hugging, kissing—anything you want.” It was obvious that he felt guilty after seeing you getting embarrassed. “I’ll make an exception for you.” You shook your head, biting your nail as you looked away from him. He did an annoyed sound, then you felt his hands on your waist lifting you up. “I guess I’ll have to do it for you, since you won’t do it yourself.” He set you down on his lap, and scooted his chair in. He had his arms on either side of you, turning to a blank page in his notebook.

“What are you doing?”

“I just came up with a line,” He said, starting to write. You looked at yourself: sitting on one of Yoongi’s legs, your own legs in between the two of his, and he was leaning back which made you lay on him. You laid your head down on his shoulder, nuzzling you face into his neck. He froze, “You’re getting comfortable?”

“Should I not?” You lifted your head.

“No, just do what you want.” You reluctantly went back to his neck, hearing him clear his throat. “Thank you.” He spoke, holding your waist.

“For what?”

“That feels funny,” He lightly laughed, speaking about your breath on his neck. “For giving me another idea for a song.”

“Oh..” You bit your lip lightly. You hand went to the waistband of his pants, holding on to keep from falling. He put his pen down again, just focusing on holding you and having you on him. Your lips brushed against his neck, and gave him goosebumps as he slightly shivered. You gently planted a kiss on his neck, putting your head back down. You smiled, then glanced up to Yoongi who was smiling his gummy smile to himself—unable to keep it in.


You sniffled, throwing the towelette in the garbage as you made your way back to bed. It’s been a while since you’ve started crying, so you decided to just go to bed. You took your makeup off, but your eyes were puffy from the tears you shed. You put your hair in a bun, and sat on the bed again to check your phone. “Jagi..” Yoongi’s voice said softly, as he made his way over to you. “I’m sorry—I forgot.”

“I know..” You put your phone behind you.

“It’s all the work—I swear. I didn’t want to miss it, but I did. It’s all my fault, and I should’ve at least got you something.” You stood quiet, playing with your fingers. “Look at me, please.” He lifted your chin to him. “You cried..”

“Of course I did.” You felt the tears welling up again. “It’s been two years..”

“Come here,” He opened his arms. You stood in your spot, feeling another wave approaching. He sighed, “I always need to make your decisions on this date?” He joked, bringing you in and wrapping his arms around you.

“You remember?” You looked up.

“(Y/N),” He laughed in disbelief, “I forgot because of work then remembered—I remember what happened, okay?” He smiled, putting you on his lap like a child. “I remember taking you home afterward,” He put some loose pieces of hair behind your ear, “You kissed me, just like this..” He pecked your lips slowly, cupping your cheek. “Then you pulled away, and you left.”

“You said you didn’t like skinship,” You hugged him, “But you kissed me back, and even held me.”

“I wanted to hold your hand, but you know I can’t even do that now.”

“Why is it only me?” You questioned, changing your position to pressing your chest against his with your legs on either side of him.

“That I touch and let touch me?”


He pulled you away from him to look at your face, “You’re the only exception—for two years now. You’re the only one who can make my heartbeat increase by just holding your hand, and not want to pull away.”

“Then why do you while we walk or go shopping?” You cocked your head.

“You know I don’t like PDA,” He narrowed his eyes.

“It isn’t entirely PDA-”

“Too much for me.” He waved his hand, “You can hold my hand when a lot of people aren’t around.” He pressed his forehead against yours, holding your hips. “I love you, (Y/N). These two years were great, but now it’s time for a third.” He said, kissing your lips tenderly. “Are you in?”

You nodded your head, “Always.”

“Good, because I’ll always be in too.” He scrunched his face up to yours smiling.

Stiles had just asked you to prom. You were nervous about finding the prefect dress, you wanted the night to be just prefect. You went dress shopping with Lydia because she is good at this kind of stuff. You wanted to pick a dress that Stiles would love. You tried on about 6 dresses until you found this blue dress that came to about your knees, it was strapless and had sparkles all over it. It was so pretty. You came out of the dressing room to show it to Lydia.

You: did you like it?
Lydia: do I like? No I love it! (Y/N) that dress is so perfect for you and Stiles will love it!
You: you really think so?
Lydia: I know so! Now let’s go find the perfect shoes and accessories to wear with it!
You: ok!

You and Lydia go and find shoes and the other stuff you need for your dress!

It was finally the day of prom! You were super excited but you were also really nervous! You go over to Lydia’s house to get ready! You help Lydia with your makeup and her hair! She also does the same for you. You both look beautiful!

Lydia: we look hot! The boys won’t know what hit them!
You: hell yeah we do! But I’m still nervous stiles won’t like the dress!
Lydia: he will love it (Y/N)! I know he will!
You: ok he better!

The door bell rings.

Mrs. Martin: Girls your dates are here!
Lydia: coming mom!

Lydia and you walk down the stairs to the boys. You look at Stiles and he looks so handsome in his suit and tie. He smiles at you and you do the same back to him.

Stiles: wow you look beautiful (Y/N)
You: thank you Stiles, you look handsome
Stiles: thank you!
You: I hope you love my dress!
Stiles: yours is blue, I like blue!
You: ok good I was nervous you wouldn’t like it!
Stiles: (Y/N) you could have worn a trash bag and I would have loved it because I love you!
You: aww Stiles, I love you too!

You and Stiles kiss. After you take some pictures the four of you go to prom and have the time of your life!!

This is my first imagine! I hope y'all like it! If you want more please let me know :) - Lauren

“I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. But I built this. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, ‘Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.’ Because I made those choices. I did that.”

Imagine going missing (pt. 2)

Imagine getting found, in a glass coffin, asleep. Like Snow White. Imagine the Doctor finding you, in a palace underground, on the moon, on accident. Imagine the Doctor gently touching the glass, and looking at how subtly sickly you were, and how you were wearing a beautiful silver dress he’d never seen before. Imagine him gently tapping on the glass, and your eyes slowly opening. And giving him a smile. Imagine him slowly lifting the coffin lid and lifting you out. Imagine neither of you ever being able to explain what happened to you, just ‘the girl the wind brought back’. And you kept traveling with him, as if nothing had happened.

(I should make this into a story :D
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Request – Elijah Mikaelson “Eternity”

You made yourself a bit more comfortable in the bed Elijah just left. You still didn’t understand why he had to get up on time, respect the human day so much, but you had learned to go with it. And you had to admit that it was always wonderful to watch the Original transform from the lover who just left your bed to the man with impeccable taste who could wear a suit like no one else could. Elijah looked up while he was buttoning up his shirt.
“You are staring again, Y/N…” A smile was playing around his lips, and you gave up the attempt to act like you were still sleeping.
“I know… I just like watching you get dressed. I think I could spend an eternity just doing that.” He walked over to your side of the bed while he picked up his jacket on the ways.
“And why is that?” He sat down, pressing a kiss on your lips that prevented you from answering. When you had caught your breath again, you tried. “It’s fascinating watching you become… almost someone else. And still completely you. Like you are more than one person combined.” He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“Maybe I am, Y/N. I have lived for so long that it is almost impossible to be only one person.” You held your breath… this might be the moment to ask what you had been wanting to ask him for a very long time. You just never found the opportunity to do it.
“Isn’t it lonely, living an eternity?” You sat up straight, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you a bit closer.
“From time to time… not because I lacked company. After all, I have spend centuries with Niklaus and Rebekah, but it is not the same as founding a family.” You nodded.
“Would you have wanted to?” Elijah shrugged.
“Why talk about what is not possible anymore? But yes, I think I would have wanted to.” That was the opening you were waiting for, the chance you had to grasp.
 “It’s still possible. Not with children, but… don’t you want to stay with me?” He had stood up while he put on his jacket, but turned around as if he had been stung by some insect.
“You?” The surprise was clear in his voice. “I love you, Y/N, or I would not be here. I am not the man to spend every night in another bed, and the fact that I am here now, and have been for such a long time says that I do love you. But you are human. Beautifully human even, and I? I am a vampire. You will be dead in no time…” He didn’t see it, maybe even didn’t want to see it. You stood up as well, wanted to be on equal footing when you asked it.
“Then turn me. I know you can do that, and I know I want it. Make me like you are, Elijah…” He put a hand on your cheek, looking at you, a sadness in his eyes.
“You want to be like me, Y/N? You want to be a creature of the night, only able to survive on blood? I can not ask that of you. I would not ask that of you. Never…” You looked him in the eye, not breaking eye contact.
“I’m the one asking you, Elijah, not the other way round. I know what you are, and I’m ready for it. “ He smiled, a sad smile.
“I doubt that you know the depths of what you are asking, Y/N, and it is no decision I can take right here, right now. Let me think about it?”

Requests for one shots/longer imagines are currently CLOSED

Imagine: Stiles seeing you at prom (Female version)

You fidgeted with the front of your dress and played with your hair, sighing heavily at Lydia who was fixing up her makeup in the car mirror. “I don’t know, Lydia. Prom isn’t really my thing, I mean I don’t even have a date…” you said, shifting in the silky material.

“Oh come on, y/n! You look killer! Besides, why not go and surprise everyone? No one thought you would come so let’s see their faces when you show up,” she encouraged, smiling at you.

You nodded and slid out of the car, flattening your dress and straightening your back. You had refused to wear the flower Lydia brought for your hair and instead settled on just leaving it down, which she didn’t complain about. You followed her up the steps to the school and through the halls to the gym where music was blaring.

Lydia stopped you before you could go in. “Stiles is in there, don’t forget that. Go in and make him drool.”

“Alright…” you mumbled, pushing the doors open. You stepped into the warm gym and were almost blinded by how many bright lights were flashing. You quickly adjusted and made your way towards Allison who had her arm looped with Scott’s. Stiles was sitting on the floor against the wall, watching the dance floor with a small blue box in his hands. You smiled awkwardly at them.

“You look great!” Allison said over the music, playing with the strap on your dress. Scott nodded in agreement before saying something to Allison who lead him onto the dance floor, leaving you with Stiles who hadn’t looked up yet.

You smiled softly. “Hi Stiles.”

“Hey, y/n. I was just gonna leave and go get some…Whoa…” he looked up at you stared in awe. “You look whoa.”

“Thanks, I think,” you laughed. You offered him your hand. “Dance with me?”

He grinned and took it. “Hells yes.”

Imagine Jared practicing his vows [Expanded Imagine]

Jared paced for a moment, just before his brother walked in to the room.

“How many times are you gonna go over those?” The older Leto asked.

Jared smirked. He had to get them perfect, because she was perfect. He’d never met anyone like her. Someone that loved him for who he was, not a character he played, not a song that he sung. Just him.

“Is she here yet?” Jared asked quietly.

Shannon’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah. I just came back from her dressing area. She looks beautiful.”

Jared took a few deep breaths. He wasn’t nervous. He was excited. He was going to make the biggest commitment of his entire life to the one person other than his flesh and blood family who understood him.

His brother, joined now by his band mate walked out of the small room and out to the sanctuary of the chapel.

They wanted this to be small. Just them and the most important people to them. There would be enough press and noise generated by this moment later, but for now they wanted it to be simple and about the love that they had for each other.

Shannon stood at his brother’s side and Tomo stood with them as well. Jared glanced at his proud mother, and his soon to be family giving them a quick smile and nod.

He turned as he heard the back doors of the chapel open to reveal the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His bride. His wife. His everything.