10th February 1840 - Queen Victoria's Wedding Dress

As many people know, it is said that Victoria started the trend of wearing a white coloured dress on your wedding day. However, not many know  how complicated the journey was that had it come to be.

In the early of planning her wedding, Lord Melbourne suggested that she might wear her royal robes of state, as she mentions in her diary -

They talked about me wearing my robes, but I thought not.

She made it clear that her wedding was not like others of the time, where it was all for advancement and gain, with no thought of romantic preference. Her wedding was a personal affair; she was marrying for love.

In the end, Victoria would design her own dress, as well as her bridesmaids’ dresses. She had her dress made entirely of British materials, as was well publicised at the time. This was a political move, as she was showing to foreign powers just what her country had to offer and that she was still representing Britain.  The silk was woven in Spitalfields, East London and the lace was handmade in Devon.  Finally, the outfit was sewed together by Victoria’s own dressmaker, a Mrs Bettans, with the pattern being destroyed afterwards to prevent the dress being replicated.

The finished garment would include a bodice, the waist pointed over a full, pleated skirt with full puffed sleeves and a round neck, all made of Spitalfields white silk satin. The train was immense, measuring 18 feet and edged with orange blossom spays (orange blossom being a symbol of fertility). Orange blossom would feature a lot on her person, as her wreath above her veil (which was 12 feet long) was made of it and it trimmed her dress.  She also wore matching satin shoes (see two above), and a blue sapphire brooch at her breast which was a wedding gift from Albert. In her diary, on her wedding day of the tenth of February 1840, she described her whole outfit as thus -

I wore a white satin dress, with a deep flounce of Honiton lace, an imitation of an old design. My jewels were my Turkish diamond necklace & earrings & dear Albert’s beautiful sapphire brooch

Victoria did not wear her actual wedding dress for the whole day, as when she returned to Buckingham Palace after the service and wedding breakfast she withdrew to change into ‘a white silk gown trimmed with swansdown and a white bonnet with orange flowers’, an outfit very similar to her original ensemble.
Years later, Victoria would allow her favourite daughter Beatrice (who would be one of the queens few close companions in her widowhood) to wear her wedding veil at her own wedding in 1885 (see photograph below). She would be the only daughter of Victoria allowed this special privilege. In addition later still, Victoria would be buried wearing her lace veil, in 1901

Featured Image Emily Blunt as Victoria on her wedding day, The Young Victoria 2009
Sources -
Becoming Queen, Kate Williams
Historic Royal Places
Photograph #3 by Daily Mail

anonymous asked:

An imagine about dylan being dominant, he has you lick his CLEAN. combat boots before you give him head?

Let’s see now, hair is perfect, make up is awesome, outfit looks dope…yep that me ready.

You counted off the things in your head as you grabbed your car keys. Today was a day you’d been waiting a while for now. Just quality time with your goofball boyfriend Dylan. No other friends around to distract you from each other.

You breathed the crisp air deeply as you climbed in your car and started the ignition. Dylan had hinted the previous night that he had something different planned for you both tomorrow. And hoped you were going to like it.
He’d seemed very concerned that you wouldn’t no matter how much you reassured him that he could organise you two sitting in a bus stop for the whole day and you’d be happy. Just so long as he was with you, you didn’t care what you were doing.

You could sense his smile through the phone but the hesitation was still paramount in this voice. You shook your head at the silliness of him. You car turned over and your speakers screamed at you making you jump and yell in fright. You’d forgotten to turn your volume down again. Resetting to a non ear splitting decibel you set off to Dylan’s.
He has been very specific with his instructions. You were to drive to his house and look for a white envelope at his door and to follow the instructions to the letter.
The whole idea sent excited nervous energy shooting throughout you. The concept of what that envelope might contain really sent you into overdrive.

What was he planning? A romantic picnic? A hike? Treasure hunt? Or something deviously delicious? You blushed at your own reaction of hoping it was the last thought.
Quickly arriving you found the said envelope taped to his door. Tearing it open like a child on Christmas Day you read it excitedly:

y/n. You are to enter via the back door. Remove your shoes and socks. On the kitchen counter you will find a black bag.inside this bag there will be a blindfold and some clothes. You will put them on immediately then make your way to the lounge, I know your thinking ‘how the fuck do I get there when I’m blindfolded. I have tied a thin rope that will guide you there. Once at the end of this rope you will kneel down on the floor and wait for a special surprise. I love you baby and I so hope you enjoy this as much as I will.
Love Dylan xxx

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Christmas came early!! You’d know for a while that Dylan had a seriously suppressed kinky side, he didn’t like talking about it for fear you’d leave him, no matter how much you’d begged him to tell you. Hed mentions a small fee things that he really was into but refused to discuss it deeper. Clutching the letter to your chest you shivered. Thing tightening inside you as desire washed around you.

You quickly made you way to his back door, removed your socks and shoes and found the bag he mentioned. It seemed very small to contain much clothing which ignited your curiosity further. You tore it open finding a silk blindfold and some of the most intricate black lacy lingerie you’d ever seen. You breath quickened as it sunk in that this was happening. He was going to share his deepest desires with you.

After much cursing and contorting you’d slipped into the outfit. The lingerie was a delicate network of straps to imitate bondage gear. Soft lace replacing what would usually be rope. The fire in your burned fiercely as you found the rope he had mentioned. You fastened the blindfold securely and tugged along the rope. At it’s ending you knelt to the ground quickly. Staying in total silence even though your blood pounded in your ears.

“You look. Amazing y/n”

His voice came from the left of you, your head turning quickly towards it. The floor rocked slightly as his loud heavy boots approached you. They circled you as he clicked his tongue and muttered curses at how fucking perfect you looked right now. You felt something slip around your neck and get fastened quickly, your hands shooting to it and feeling smooth leather. It was a collar. The metallic click of a leash being attached to it.

“You will not speak unless spoken to, you will remain silent unless it becomes too much understand?”

You nodded quickly, swallowing hard against the collar and your own rapid heartbeat.

“The safe word is fillet understood?”


His hand connected with your cheek. Not overly hard but enough to shock you.

“Silence remember? Otherwise the punishments will become worse. Only good little whores get rewarded from their masters. Do you understand?”

You nodded slowly, forcing yourself to stay quiet. The leash tugged you forwards as you stumbled to your hands and knees. Dylan commanding you to crawl in the direction you were pulled. You became very aware at just how exposed you were, the lingerie covered basically nothing. The lace beginning to run and tug you in naughty places as you crawled. You listened to him walk ahead of you and the soft squeak of him sitting down on a chair, still tugging you towards him.

He impatiently tugged you forwards harder, causing you to stumble.

“Move that ass here now y/n, you will knees in front of me. Remember, not. One. Word. It you WILL be punished”

His voice was low and raspy as you obeyed. Kneeling before him you felt the tip of his boot touch your cheek. It ran softly down your face and towards your sex.

“That sweet little cunt of yours is mine to do with as I see fit, mine and mine only. And right now I want you to touch yourself, I want to you to shove your fingers deep inside of yourself then taste your sweetness”

You gasped softly as his boot traveled back up your body and to your cheek again.

“Once you taste that sweet pussy of yours you will lick my boots clean. You will treat them as if you were licking your own tight little cunt!”

Oh Jesus this was hot your mind screamed as you slid your fingers down the lace straps, teasing at your nipples before reaching lower and lower. A gentle moan escaping your lips and your fingers entered your core. You were so wet. So fucking wet right now and he hadn’t even touched you. You placed your fingers in your mouth and heard him groan slightly as you sucked them clean. His boot pressed back against your cheek as you licked out to it. The softened leather just so from years of use. They tasted cold in contrast to how on fire you felt. You placed soft kisses along them doing as he wished. His breathing becoming more laboured. The leash was yanked harshly forwards as he pulled you to his crotch.

“Now it’s my turn, your good at following orders you little slut, maybe you will get rewarded.”

He forced himself past your lips as pushed your hard onto him, you automatically gagged at the intrusion. He pulled from your mouth chuckling , his hands slapping your face again. As you gasped he pushed you back into your mouth deep. Holding you tightly as you struggled against him. Pulling from your mouth again he stood wrenching you up with him.

“Open wide and relax your fucking throat bitch”

As you gingerly opened your mouth again he rammed balls deep into your throat, over and over again. Tears leaked through the blindfold as you coughed and gagged each time he allowed you to breathe, each breath followed by a slap to your face or breasts.

He roughly pushed you away from him making you fall onto your ass. Without time to recover he was lying on top of you, pushing you aggressively to the floor and spreading your legs with his knees. One of his hands covered you mouth as he thrust quickly and roughly inside of you. Filling you completely. You cried out into his hand and he bit down onto your neck.

“Feel that y/n? That’s me fucking what’s MINE. No body else can ever touch you. Your my fucking girl, my fucking dirty whore. Tell me what you are y/n!”

“I’m your dirty whore”

“Again! Louder!”

“I’m your dirty little whore!”

“Fuck! Mmm such a dirty girl, so fucking wet for me. Fuck sluts like you are good for one fucking thing and that’s taking this big dick!”

He relentlessly pounded into you, each thrust spreading you painfully wide and hitting something deep inside of you. It almost hurt but felt too good to be bad. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat as he squeeze you hard. Cutting off your air completely. Your head began to get fuzzy as he squeezed tighter and tighter, both his hands now grasping you. You clawed at his arms as his thrusts became even more brutal. Each thrust jolting your whole body upwards.


“Hmmm what’s that your trying to say whore?”


His hands immediately released your neck as you gasped for air. The sudden rush of oxygen leaving you dizzy.

“Baby are you ok?! I’m sorry!”


“Is ok! Shhh, don’t what?”

“Don’t…don’t stop!”

Dylan growled low in his throat as he resumed his brutal thrusts. Rasping in your ear that you were such a good girl, and that a real sub knows when to stop the playtime.

“I want to make you cum all over my cock y/n, I want to hear you scream my name over and over as I fuck you hard”

He grasped your hips, raising them upwards and angling himself deeper into you, stroking himself over your sweet spot again and again. He cursed loudly as you tightened on him, the orgasm pulsating throughout your entire body. His fingernail cut small crescents into your flesh as he drove himself into you.

He pulled from you with a loud cry and you felt him land over your chest.
As you laid panting together he gently untied your blindfold. His flushed face smiling sheepishly at you in the now bright room.

“Sooo…I hope you enjoyed that y/n. Because that was fucking amazing for me. I love you so much!”

His kissed you gently and you smiled. You dipped a finger into his cum and licked it clean from your finger.

“Fuck yea Dylan! When can we do that again?!”

“Hmmm, we’ve got all day baby, all day for me to destroy you…”

Diary Entry - 10th February 1840 - The Wedding Of Victoria And Albert

The entire transcript from Queen Victoria’s diary of her wedding day.

Slept well & breakfasted at ½ p. 9, before which Mama came, bringing me a nosegay of orange flowers, & good Lehzen gave me a dear little ring. — Wrote my Journal & saw Ld Melbourne. — Had my hair dressed & the wreath of orange flowers put on my head. My wreath & veil were worn, according to the rough sketch. — Saw my precious Albert alone, for the last time as my Bridegroom, & he fetched in Uncle & Ernest for a moment. — At ½ p. 12 I set off, dearest Albert having gone before, & Mama & the Dss of Sutherland went with me in the carriage. I wore a white satin dress, with a deep flounce of Honiton lace, an imitation of an old design. My jewels were my Turkish diamond necklace & earrings & dear Albert’s beautiful sapphire branch. I never saw such crowds as there were in the Park, & they cheered most enthusiastically.

When I arrived at St. James’s Palace, I went into the Dressingroom arranged for me, where my 12 young Train Bearers were waiting, dressed all in white with wreaths of white roses in their hair which had a very pretty effect. I waited a little while till Albert’s Procession had moved into the Chapel. I then went with my Train Bearers & Ladies into the Throne Room, where my Procession was formed, Ld Melbourne, in his fine new Dress Coat, bearing the Sword of State, with Ld Uxbridge & Ld Belfast, on either side of him, walking immediately before me. Queen Anne’s Room was full of people, ranged on seats one above the other, as also the Guard Room, & all along the staircase, — all very friendly. The Procession looked beautiful going downstairs, & along part of the Colour Court, which was all covered in, & full of people, who were most cordial. The Flourish of Trumpets ceased, as I entered the Chapel, when the organ began to play.

At the altar, on my right, stood my beloved Albert, Mama being on my left, as also Uncles Sussex & Cambridge & Aunt Augusta; on Albert’s right stood the Queen Dowr then, Uncle Ernest, Ernest, Aunt Cambridge, with little Mary, George & Augusta’s Pss Sophia Matilda. Ld Melbourne with the Sword of State, stood close to me. The Ceremony was very impressive & fine, yet simple, & I think ought to make an imperishable impression, on every one who promises at the altar to keep the vows he or she have have made. Albert repeated everything very distinctly. I felt so happy when he placed the ring on my finger. As soon as the Service was over, the Procession retuned as it came, with the exception, that dearest Albert led me out! The applause was very great, coming through the Colour Court. Ld Melbourne, good man, was quite affected during the Ceremony & at the applause.

We all, went back into the Throne Room where the signing of the Register took place. We then went into the Closet, the Royal Family waiting with us there, whilst the Ladies got into their carriages. I gave all the Train Bearers, as a souvenir, a small eagle brooch in turquoises. Returned alone, with dear Albert, to Buckingham Palace. The crowd was immense & & cheered us warmly & heartily. In the Hall, which was full of people, they cheered us again & again. The Green Drawingroom & Throne Room were filled with persons of rank, even numbers of Children being there. I went with dear Albert into my Dressing Room & we sat down on the sofa there & talked together till it was time to go down to the Wedding Breakfast. All the Company was assembled when we went into the Drawingroom, Albert leading me in, my train being carried by 3 Pages, Cowell, little Wemyss & dear little Byng.

I sat between Uncle Sussex & dearest Albert. He & I, drank a glass of wine with Ld Melbourne, who seemed much affected by everything. After the Breakfast, I talked to all. Little Mary behaved so well, both in the Chapel & during the Breakfast. I then went upstairs & undressed, putting on a white silk gown, trimmed with swan’s down & a bonnet with orange flowers. Albert had also gone downstairs to change his clothes. — At ¼ to 4 Ld Melbourne came to me & I shook hands with him & he kissed my hand. Talked of how well everything had gone off. “Nothing could have been better”, he said, & of the people being in such good humour; — of my receiving the Addresses from the Houses of Lords & Commons; — of his coming down to Windsor in time for dinner. Dearest Albert came & fetched me downstairs, where we took leave of Mama & drove off at about 4, — I, & Albert alone, which was so delightful.

There were immense crowds outside the Palace, which I must add, never ceased, until we reached Windsor Castle. Our reception was most enthusiastic, hearty, & gratifying in every way; we were quite deaf from the noise of the cheering. People on horseback & in gigs, driving along with us. We came through Eton where all the Boys received us most kindly, shouting & cheering. Really, I was quite touched. We only arrived at 7, followed by the Ladies & Gentlemen of the Household, & went at once to our rooms. My large Dressingroom is now our sitting room. The 3 little blue rooms are Albert’s, the next little one his Dressingroom, then comes our Bedroom & my Dressingroom. A little way off are Lehzen’s 2 rooms.

After looking over our rooms & seeing that all was right, I changed my dress, & came back to Albert’s small sitting-room, where he was sitting, wearing his Windsor Uniform coat, I had such a sick headache, that I could eat nothing at dinner, & had to remain on the sofa the rest of the evening. Dearest Albert remained sitting near me & his excessive kindness & affection gave me such a feeling of deep happiness & contentment. How can I ever be thankful enough, to have such a Husband! May God help me to do my duty as I ought & to be worthy of such blessings!

Featured Image - pen and ink sketch by Queen Victoria from her original diary entry

Sources - Queen Victoria’s Journals website

anonymous asked:

I predict that Clace's first time will be a 90 pop song video complete with Demi lovato level tunes and cheesy lighting. Maybe even fireworks in the background. They also probably will get a 4 minute scene after which I'll want to burn my eyes.

Honestly? I couldn’t care less. If I get such amazing Malec scenes like those in 2x18 f.e. as exchange for the unbelievable ridiculous and very much facepalm-worthy scene of C/lace imitating an illuminated Christmas tree… I am not complaining at all.


Formal ensemble                

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France (possibly, made)

1790-1800 (made)

Unknown (production)

Spotted twill silk, embroidered with silk thread, lined and backed with silk and cotton, hand-sewn.

Male visitors to occasions at European royal courts, such as royal birthday balls, were required to wear spectacular, ornately decorated court suits.  The style of these continued a long-established tradition and were conservative in cut, as this example shows, retaining curved fronts and deeply pleated back-skirts of suits from previous decades. The high collar of the coat and waistcoat however reflects the changes in fashionable dress of the 1780s and 90s. The suit needed to be worn with a shirt with lace ruffles at the neck and sleeves. Meanwhile, everyday dress for men was much more practical, and consisted of plain wool frock coats, breeches and boots, rather than shoes with silver or jewelled buckles.

Many court suits were embroidered with coloured silk thread in floral patterns. The best embroidery was carried out in professional workshops in Lyon, the centre of the French luxury textile industry. The embroidery on the coat of this court suit is extensive, even edging some of the back pleats, where it would barely be visible. The technical quality of the work is exquisite and is particularly seen in the shading of the flower petals and leaves. The larger flower heads are filled with stitches creating a square mesh imitating the delicate laces and nets used to trim fashionable women’s dress.


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[5/7] Royal Dresses/Gowns - Queen Victoria’s Wedding Gown

This white satin wedding gown was worn by Queen Victoria when she married Prince Albert on February 10th, 1840. The choice of white was an unusual one because, at the time, coloured dresses were more common. Because of this, Queen Victoria has been credited with starting the tradition of white weddings and white wedding gowns. The gown itself was plain, but was trimmed with English made lace, and her veil was made of the same lace. She would wear the veil frequently throughout her life, and was buried with it covering her face. This is how the queen herself described her gown in her journal:

“I wore a white satin dress, with a deep flounce of Honiton lace, an imitation of an old design. My jewels were my Turkish diamond necklace & earrings & dear Albert’s beautiful sapphire brooch.”


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White yarn-dyed cotton, White stretch meshes, Water soluble lace, Woven lace, Imitation crystal, Metal beaded slipper, Acrylic crystal, Metallic bells.

All of the Design, made and embroidery was made by youya

complete working hours: 10 hours

The model is Soom Faery Legend Aenigma human ver.


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Black PU leather, Feathers, Water soluble lace, Imitation crystal.

All of the Design, made and embroidery was made by youya

Complete working hours: 22 hours

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