1 ) “One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a Little Black Dress.” —Karl Lagerfeld
2) “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” —Coco Chanel
3) “I firmly believe that with the right footwear one can rule the world.” —Bette Midler
4) “I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.” —Diana Vreeland
5) “A woman’s dress should be a like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” —Sophia Loren
6) “I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet.” —Carrie Bradshaw
7) “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” —Kate Moss
8) “I can’t concentrate in flats!” —Victoria Beckham
9) “I don’t do fashion. I am fashion.” —Coco Chanel
10) “Walk like you have three men walking behind you.” —Oscar de la Renta
11) “You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it.” —Edith Head
12) “Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.” —Bill Cunningham
13) “When in doubt, wear red.” —Bill Blass
14) “I don’t design clothes. I design dreams.” —Ralph Lauren
15) “Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.” —Marc Jacobs
16) “Fashions fade, style is eternal.” —Yves Saint Laurent
17) “Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing.” —Alexander Wang
18) “How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?” —Sonia Rykiel
19) “Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.” —Gianni Versace
20) “In difficult times, fashion is always outrageous.” —Elsa Schiaparelli
21) “You can never take too much care over the choice of your shoes. Too many women think that they are unimportant, but the real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.” —Christian Dior
22) “Fashion is what you’re offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.” —Lauren Hutton
23) “The dress must follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress.” —Hubert de Givenchy
24) “I know what women want. They want to be beautiful.” —Valentino Garavani
25) “A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.” —Coco Chanel
26) “People will stare. Make it worth their while.” —Harry Winston
27) “Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.” ―Karl Lagerfeld
28) “And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.” —Lady Gaga
29) “My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.” —Audrey Hepburn
30) “A little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika. We all need a splash of bad taste—it’s hearty, it’s healthy, it’s physical. I think we could use more of it. No taste is what I’m against.” —Diana Vreeland
31) “Elegance is elimination.” —Cristóbal Balenciaga
32) “Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” —Rachel Zoe
33) “Men tell me that I’ve saved their marriages. It costs them a fortune in shoes, but it’s cheaper than a divorce. So I’m still useful, you see” —Manolo Blahnik
34) “What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is instant language.” —Miuccia Prada
35) “In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” —Coco Chanel
36) “Attitude is everything.” —Diane von Furstenberg
37) “We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.” —Yves Saint Laurent
38) “Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.” —Kate Spade
39) “Elegance is not standing out, but being remembered.” —Giorgio Armani
40) “Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose enough to show you’re a lady.” —Edith Head
41) “The hardest thing in fashion is not to be known for a logo, but to be known for a silhouette.” —Giambattista Valli
43) “We have this saying, Christy and I. We don’t wake up for less than $10,000 a day.” —Linda Evangelista
44) “My look is a cocktail. I’m not as nicely turned out as the french, but I don’t care like the English.” —Jane Birkin
45) “More is more and less is a bore.” —Iris Apfel
46) “Clothes are like a good meal, a good movie, great pieces of music.” —Michael Kors
47) “I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity—all I hope for in my clothes. —Yves Saint Laurent
48) "Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” —Bo Derek
49) “Big girls need big diamonds.” —Elizabeth Taylor
50) “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” —Karl Lagerfeld
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Gr 10 Up. Tanner’s family moved from California to Provo, Utah, almost two years ago. They are one of the very few non-Mormon families in town, with a mother who left the Mormon church in college and a nonpracticing Jewish father. Although Tanner’s family is exuberantly supportive of his bisexuality, they all agree it’s safest to keep it to himself in the ultra-conservative town. With only one semester until graduation, Tanner plans to keep his head down and escape unscathed. Then Sebastian Brothers walks into his life. Sebastian is mentoring the school’s legendary novel writing seminar, after having his own class novel bought for publication. Tanner is in lust at first sight, but Sebastian is the son of the Mormon bishop. As Sebastian begins to return Tanner’s flirtation, questions arise about how far he’s willing to push his faith and how satisfied Tanner can be in the shadows. The duo writing team (Christina Hobbs & Lauren Billings) brings an impressively balanced approach to writing about the conflict between sexuality and strict religion. Members of the Mormon church are not painted as one-dimensional villains, but as multifaceted individuals with merits and faults. Sebastian is a devoted Mormon even as he struggles to justify his attraction to the same sex. Occasionally, the major characters are too effortlessly talented and popular, with their flaws only emerging when narratively convenient. Regardless, the teenagers are modern and relatable and the plot is emotionally engaging without becoming dark. VERDICT A thoughtful variation on the traditional high school LGBTQ+ romance
Prompt: I was speaking with my best friend & partner in crime & A. Ham on this blog the other day, and we had this awesome idea. It is kinda based on the Van Gogh Doctor Who episode, it is my favorite…
Summary: Alexander Hamilton has somewhat escaped the duel and ended up…in 2015?
Word count: 1500
Warnings: none, maybe a swear word, I don’t remember. Y/N stands for your name, obviously.
Disclaimer: I had to set it in 2015 so that: a. Lin was still Hamilton; and b. Duel anniversary. It is my first Hamilton/Lin x reader fic so I’m sorry if it sucks….I’m not really expecting much but I had this idea on the top of my head and I just had to write it down, because, well. I am not throwing away my shot!
Alexander was facing Aaron, probably for the last time. The two men were
looking each other in the eyes, a look that seemed to say “I don’t want this,
but it is the only way”. Aaron was determined not to die, his jaw was clenched.
Alexander was strangely calm, his glasses on. He seemed old, the death of his
son ruined him, the scandals he contributed to create didn’t help his family;
Alexander was helpless. He had nothing to lose, not anymore. He was ready and
willing to die. They silently turned, and started to count to ten while walking
in position, then turned. It all happened so fast, Alexander saw all his life
pass in front of him; he was willing to let it go, but then he saw Eliza, and
felt a weird wind blow in his face, saw the world spin around him and felt like
fainting. He was dying. Hell, he probably was dead.
“Sir? Sir, are you ok?” you said, nudging the body with a stick you
found in the nearby. Alexander opened his eyes, he was alive! But who were you?
Where was Burr? Why on earth were you dressed with PANTS? Alexander pointed his
gun at you and you lifted your arms in surrender. “Dude, chill. I’m here to
help you. By the way, you are kind of sleeping on a monument, so get up before
the cops will come and get you.” You said, offering him a hand. He took it,
then bowed and introduced himself “I’m Alexander Hamilton, at your service,
m’lady.” Your first reaction was laugh. “Yeah, you are Alexander Hamilton,
sure. Didn’t know they changed the actor.” You were fan of the musical,
and you didn’t get this guy. Alexander Hamilton died 211 years ago, he couldn’t
be standing in front of you. “I don’t know who you are, but I am Alexander
Hamilton, I’m not an actor. I was dueling against- “He said, buy you rudely
interrupted him saying: “-Aaron Burr, Burr shot you, he stroke right between you
ribs, you died in the arms of Angelica and Eliza. I know. Everyone knows your
story, you are like on Broadway and on the 10-dollar bill. Everyone knows your
story. Now come on, before someone sees you with that gun.” You told him to
disarm the gun and give it to you, then you took his hand and guided him to
your apartment. You were unlocking the door when you heard him clear his throat
“Yes?” you turned, looking at him “I don’t think this is appropriate, miss. I
don’t even know who you are and where I am. Why should I enter your house?” he
said, you froze and remembered you didn’t introduce yourself. “Oh, pardon. Sir.
My name is [Y/N]. And we are in New York. Please, come in, have a glass of
water.” You said, while unlocking the door and stepping inside. He looked the
apartment and stepped in, unsure of what he had to do. He mirrored your actions
and removed his boots, placing them neatly next to the door, then he lifted his
gaze towards you, who briefly smiled at him and gestured to follow in your
kitchen. “Have a seat.” You said, leaning against the sink. He asked for a
glass of water, which you gave to him with a smile. “So, Mr. Hamilton. What
happened? How did you arrive there?” You asked, plopping on a chair, your
elbows on the table and your chin on your hands. “I was…shot, by Aaron Burr. My
vision started to blur and it all started to spin and then you woke me up. I
think it was the same spot of the duel. What day are we?” “July 12, 2015. It’s
the anniversary of the duel, Mr. Hamilton.” You said, then excused yourself.
You were friend with one of the swings of the Public Theatre, who offered you tickets
if you wanted to see it, so you phoned her.
“Hey Lily. It’s me [Y/N]” you said. “[Y/N], hey! How are you?” “I’m
good, thanks. Do you think you could make me a favour? Get me two tickets for
Hamilton for like, tonight?” you said, hoping for a yes. You really had to
speak with Lin-Manuel. You loved the man and thought that maybe, letting him
meet Alexander was a great idea. “Yes, of course I can! But I’ll expect you
backstage, you and your companion…” She said, you could practically hear her
smirk. “Thanks! You’re my saviour! See you later!” “Later!”
A moment later you were back at Alexander, you told him to go and take a
shower, you had to explain how to use one because he didn’t know, same with the
toilet, and then gave him some clothes that belonged to some previous boyfriend
and took him out to shop for some clothes that would fit him better and that
would be appropriate for the play. Alexander almost died when he saw his face
on the $10 bill.
You two made your way back to your apartment and you both got dressed in
your fancy clothes. Almost half an hour before the play begun, you two were
already in front of the Public Theatre, let inside by the security guy who had
your name and a “plus one”. You two took your seats and waited for the play to
begin. Alexander didn’t understand why his name was all around the place, and
you just hoped for having took the good decision. You were lost in your train
of thoughts when the familiar tune of the opening started to play. You felt
yourself smiling and clapping along. It was the first time you were seeing it,
with your work at the Natural History Museum and the lectures at NYU you really
didn’t have found the time to go and see it; but Lily had managed to make you
listen to it and make you become obsessed.
Soon, there was the break and you turned to Alexander, who was shocked
and was crying. “This…I…” he managed to say “Shhh, everything is fine, Mr.
Hamilton, everything is fine.” You said, awkwardly patting his arm in sign of
Act two began and you found yourself humming and singing along.
Alexander sometimes muttered things like “this is not really what happened” or “She
was already married”, but most of the time you found him smiling and keeping
the beat with his shoe against the floor. When “Say No To This” came up, he
blushed, feeling a bit of shame for what he did. Then Philip died and he was
crying, as if his son was dying for a second time. During “It’s Quiet Uptown” he
cried again, begging Eliza for forgiveness.
When the musical ended and the actors bowed, he stood up and cheered
louder than the others; he turned towards you and thanked you, you just lowered
your head and smiled a shy smile, then took his hand and went backstage, where
Lily was waiting for you.
“Lily!” You said, hugging your friend, “Hey [Y/N]! How are you! Did you
like it?” she asked hugging you back “I loved it! It is even more beautiful, if
possible. This is Alexander,” you said, introducing the Man himself to your
friend. He smiled and took her hand, then kissed it. Lily blushed and bowed. “I’m
Lily, nice to meet you. Come with me, the cast would like to meet you! I told
Lin so much about you-“ “You did what?!” you said, but before she could reply,
Lin himself appeared in front of you. “Lin! I was coming to see you! This is my
friend, [Y/N]. And that’s her friend Alexander.” Lily said, you two shook hands
with Lin and Lily went away, leaving you three alone. “Mr Miranda, sorry to
bother you but I really had to come and see you,” you started. “Please, call me
Lin. And why exactly?” He said, crossing his arms. “I am Alexander Hamilton.
And I would like to thank you, sir. For remembering me.” Alexander said. Lin
looked like as if he had just seen a ghost. Alexander was crying and thanking
Lin, who was crying as well and hugging the Founding Father. “Sir, I believe in
destiny, and I say that it is destiny that made this thing happen. Thank you so
much sir.” Lin said. They were talking about Hamilton’s own life, and for once,
you knew you had done the right thing.
After the big talk, you returned at home with Alexander, you two hugged
as if you were old friends and went to sleep, you offered him your spare room.
The morning after, though, the man was gone. He had written you a letter. It
wasn’t a dream, but a sort of short time spell-time travel. He had returned to
his time and nothing had changed, except the fact that he had mentioned him in
his will, and Eliza had remembered you as the angel who saved him.
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