nine dresses

2

Where Hamilton and co. are waiters

And the event is like a modern winter’s ball, except john and alex are wearing tuxedos and brandishing trays

Imagine Montparnasse’s face when he comes home and sees Jehan dressed in his clothes… He just stops in the bedroom doorway and stares, open-mouthed, in shock.

Everything matches, all black and leather, and it’s all slightly too big for Jehan but still tight enough to show off their body. And the boots. Mont can’t help the strangled cough that comes out because damn that’s hot.

What really kills him, though, is the makeup. Jehan in black eye-liner/eye shadow/lipstick. And mascara. Mont thinks he might pass out.

Finally, Jehan just lets out a giggle and explains “I just wanted to see what I’d look like dressed as you” and Mont can’t take it anymore; he marches across the room and pulls Jehan into his arms, purring “You look exquisite but I’d much prefer you out of those clothes right now.”

Jehan decides that if this is going to be his reaction, maybe it’s a good idea to try on Mont’s clothes more often.

dating Sirius black:

~ you would have one hell of a relationship

~ firstly he had asked you to the yule ball.

~ when you got to the bottom of the common room stairs he was stood there by the fireplace in this fancy outfit and he just says “wow”

~ which is strange because this boy never  shuts up. so him being speechless is something very new.

~because of him being this speechless james is teasing him.

~ “PADFOOT HOW NICE DOES Y/N LOOK?”

~ you just smile and Sirius blushes.

~ HE BLUSHES!

~ the whole night is him giving you compliments

~ then you two start dancing to the upbeat music and it was so fun

~ suddenly a slow song comes on and he suddenly whips out amazing dancing and you have no clue he could dance like that.

~ in fact no one knew he could dance like that, excepts james. that’s mainly because james and sirius practiced dancing with each other

~ but it gets later on in the night you and the marauders and all there dates go back to the common room and drink some firewhisky that sirius had

~ you all get a little drink and you found yourself asleep in sirius bed

~ “did we do anything last night?”

~ but sirius just laughs “no”

~ you thinking he’s being a gentlemen and then he says

~ “ but if we both weren’t as drunk i would’ve ripped that dress off you”

~ you just slap him.

~ but a few weeks after that sirius realises he has a huge crush on you.

~ so he would get flustered every time he’s around you. and he’s never flustered so everyone is confused as hell.

~ but the one day you two would get paired in potions and he would blurt it out due to nerves

~ he’d shout across the room “OI POTTER SHE LIKES ME BACK!!”

~ “SHES A BLOODY IDIOT THEN”

~ sirius then going to whack him

~ but then you just hear four boys squealing and clapping

~ he would be so happy when you said you love him back

~ all four of them boys get sent out of the classroom by slughorn and get a detention.

~ you just smile and lily just walks over to you.

~ later that night when you and lily where doing homework you hear all four of them come back from the detention.

~ Sirius asked to speak to you.

~ lets be honest he is a gentlemen. he may not like his family but they raised him like a gentlemen but he is still a marauder so this would happen.

~ “would you like to go on a date with me to hogsmeade?”

~ “I would love to Sirius.”

~ he then just grins.

~ “but after hours.”

~ you just sign and laugh but say yes still.

~ “ hey what can I say I’m still a marauder! but meet me at nine and dress warmly its winter babe” he just leaves with a wink.

~ the whole night he was a gentlemen. he is a sweetheart.

~ after you start dating he would sit there plaiting your hair.

~ this is something he always did!

~ he would hold your hand everywhere

~ except when he saw Regulus in the corridors because he didn’t want his family talking about you.

~ he acts like his family doesn’t effect him but one day james runs up to your dorm, drags you into his room and Sirius is just sat there crying.

~ you both just sit there listening to The Beatles, cuddling and him softly humming along and you just make him so happy.

~ honestly Sirius has never been happier until he was with you.

~ can we please protect Sirius.

~ he is just a sweetheart really.

It only takes seventy years, but after decades of waiting, Peggy and Steve find their way back to each other. It takes another year–one filled with breakfasts shared over newspapers and long walks through the streets of New York, stolen kisses in the hours between night and day and fighting side by side–before they finally make good on that dance.

The band plays something slow, Peggy teaches Steve the steps, and he nimbly avoids trampling her toes. It’s perfect.

Well, it’s perfect…until the arms dealer they have been tracking for months shows up at the dance club.

At Last - Etta James // Slow Serenade - Tape Five // St. James Ballroom - Alice Francis // Imelda May - Big Bad Handsome Man // Clap Your Hands - Parov Stelar // I Belong To You - Caro Emerald // History Repeating - Propellerheads ft. Shirley Bassey // Moondance - Michael Buble // A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square - Harry Connick Jr. (listen)

(Happy happy birthday @ladyanj! I hope you have a great day and a wonderful year!)

as ive mentioned before im a very slooooow worldbuilder
i just have this MASSIVE stockpile of clothing references that I cant even totally dig into yet bc im still figuring out what the hell some of these characters fantasy/parallel cultures ARE and therefore which elements of what clothes i’ll borrow and blah blah, which character comes from an area where the primary cloth material is Wool or Plant fiber or Leather? Do they use Cotton or do they use Flax to make linen? what kinda dyes do they have? what’s Expensive to make?
Is clothes mass produced or is everything hand made, does DENIM exist? is there a world-wide market or is what you wear still very dependent on where you’re from/the area ur in?
Do my bird-camel-pterosaur-bear aliens even Wear clothes?? (answer: yeah sometimes) What about jewelry?? (Answer: absolutely )

POINT BEING: I’LL GET THERE JUST HOLD ONTO UR BRITCHES, IM JUST AS ANTSY ABOUT IT AS U ARE AND I HAVE NINE BILLION CHARACTERS TO DRESS

My art for @ds9reversebang

I’m sad that Lwaxana and​ Ishka were not in more episodes and that they didn’t meet. I bet Lwaxana would be down for helping Ishka pick out a wardrobe in Garak’s shop (All while Garak is either putting on his best retail face or actually enjoying customers who share his flashy style).

Back From the Dead-Jerome Valeska Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some violence and creepy imagery

A/N: I have only seen the pictures of the new Jerome and I’m waiting for the new season to be available on Netflix. Therefore, this will probably not go along with the storyline in the show.

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

  All I wanted to do after my shift at Lola’s was run a hot bath, make dinner, and watch whatever was on TV. Though Lola’s was a cute ,tiny boutique in Gotham, it was amazing how much mayhem occurred during my nine hour shift. This dress needed to come in this color, not that color, this shirt wasn’t available in one girl’s size and she needed it for some event ASAP, and someone tried to steal the new purple suede heels and need to be written up.

   I would quit but I had college to pay for. Besides, my life could’ve been a lot worse. I wandered into my apartment, my mood immediately lifting when Rose, my Westie, ran up to me barking cutely.

   “Hi, Rosie,” I said in a baby voice as I picked her up. “Did you miss me?”

   She licked my face in response and I laughed as I kicked the door closed behind me. I made sure to secure every single lock before wandering further into my apartment. Though I did not live in the Narrows, it was still Gotham City and there were always maniacs and criminals roaming the streets and the last thing I needed was for one of them to break into my apartment.

    I carried Rosie into the kitchen and set her down as I began pulling out everything I needed to make lasagna. It was one of the best dishes I made and one of his old favorites. I shivered when I thought about the mad ginger man who used to stalk me. Fortunately, Jerome Valeska was dead and would never come back. My life was a lot calmer and much less worrisome since there were no strange presents showing up at my door or violent attempts at romantic letters appearing from nowhere. He had broken into my house a few times and I had found him sitting in the kitchen, eating lasagna.

   “This is great, babe, you have to make it for me again sometime.”

  Just thinking of his voice gave me chills. We had never formally met before and he had decided to attach himself to me. I was only in high school at the time and had enough on my plate without that weirdo being on my back. When Detective Gordon and the rest of GCPD arrested him, I thought that I was finally in the clear. Then, someone broke him out only for Theo Galavan to kill him shortly afterwards. When he died, I felt safe again but that didn’t mean that he didn’t haunt me until this day. Thinking about it, out of everyone, Jerome probably would have wanted to haunt me the most.

    I kicked off my shoes as I started making the sauce to go with the pasta that had just finished being prepared. Rose barked and whined at my feet.

    “You can’t have any of this, Rose. Your dinner’s coming soon enough,” I said.

    Suddenly, my phone beeped and I grabbed it. It was a text message.

   Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll be together again very soon.

   I froze for a second. 

   It couldn’t possibly be…no, it couldn’t have been Jerome. 

   “He’s dead, Y/N, deader than a door nail,” I whispered.

   Rose cocked her head at me and I smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Rose. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

   I hope.

  Once dinner was finished, I poured Rose’s food and water into their appropriate dishes before sitting down to watch TV. It was some mindless comedy sitcom but it did a good job of getting my mind off of my day. When Rose finished, she curled up into my side and I continued eating and watching TV. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it and saw that it was another text message.

   I don’t appreciate being ignored, Y/N.

   “This can’t be happening,” I whispered.

   I got up and looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. It had to be some sort of prank even though the stalker case I had opened against Jerome kept my name and picture out of the news. Therefore, I didn’t have any idea who could’ve figured out this would’ve been a good way to get under my skin.

     Rose looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.

    “It’s fine, Rose, someone’s just trying to mess with me. I think it’s a good time for a bath now.”

    I turned off the TV, put the dishes in the sink, and went into the bathroom and ran a bath. Baths always calmed me down since the hot water relaxed my muscles and the lavender candles I always lit whenever I took a bath. As the water ran, I took off my makeup and washed my face. Then, my mind wandered into a particularly dark memory.

   I was sitting in the waiting area of the busy GCPD. There were criminals in handcuffs, stressed out cops, and a lot of coffee. My parents were sitting on either side of me and my anxiety was clear. Detective Gordon had called us in for “a very important matter for the case”. All I knew was that I wanted everything to stop, especially that feeling that someone was always watching me, especially since that someone was a psychopath. Finally, Detective Gordon walked in, seeming cordial and a little overwhelmed.

   “Y/N, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said.

   “What’s going on now?” Dad asked.

   “We have Mr. Valeska in questioning now, but he is refusing to cooperate under one condition,” Detective Gordon said.

   “And what is that?” Mom asked.

   Detective Gordon pressed his lips together before glancing at me. 

   “What does he want with me?” I asked.

   “He just wants to speak with you, but don’t worry; I’ll be outside and so will my partner. Jerome’s handcuffed as well so he can’t hurt you. Just know that if you don’t see him, it’ll make it incredibly more difficult to arrest him.”

   “No, I will not let him near my daughter!” Mom hissed, hugging me into her side.

   “I can understand the sentiment, Mrs. Y/L/N, but it isn’t really up to you.” 

  Detective Gordon turned to me and I swallowed my nerves. “I’ll do it.”

  “Y/N,” Mom gasped.

  “I don’t want him doing this anymore.”

  I slowly stood and followed Detective Gordon to the interrogation room. Jerome was sitting on the other end of a long table, his head hung low but I knew he probably had a creepy smile on his face.

   “Hey, you’ll be okay,” Detective Gordon said.

   “I don’t know about that, Detective.” 

   “Just keep him talking but try not to get him angry. We just need him to admit everything he’s done and that’ll be easy with you because—”

   “Because he thinks he’ll impress me.” I looked up at Detective Gordon. “I’m in AP Psych.”

   “Uh huh, just go in there and do your best, kid,” Harvey, Detective Gordon’s partner, said.

   I nodded and walked inside the room. Jerome slowly lifted his head and he looked extremely pleased to see me. He lifted his handcuffed hands to his lips and I tried to keep myself from shaking in fear.

   “Hello, Jerome,” I said, sitting down in the other available chair.

  “Y/N,” he said. “Just as gorgeous as the day we first met.”

   We never met each other before.

  “Thank you, Jerome. I’m glad that we’re finally seeing each other again after all this time,” I said.

   “So, what did you think of my last present? Hilarious, wasn’t it?” He had a look of sheer madness in his eyes.

   “Yes, the bloody leg of a rabbit was hilarious.”

   “Because it’s good luck!” Jerome rested his chin on one of his palms, eyeing me. “Tell me, which of my presents was the best.”

   “I liked the notes the best. Tell me, how did you get all these presents to me? How did you know where I live?” 

   Jerome shook his head and tsked at me. “Silly, Y/N, I’m not going to fall for those little tricks. Nice try, though.”

   I gulped. “Fine, why did you pick me, Jerome? Out of all the other girls in all of Gotham, why me?”

   “Because I knew we were meant to be together, even if you denied it at first. It was love at first sight.”

   “But you followed me.”

   “Watched over you and protected you from threats.”

   “You broke into my house.”

   “Because you wouldn’t let me in. Geez, Y/N, it sounds like you don’t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” He sounded like he was getting angry but it seemed to be the only way for him to rat himself out.

   “You did all this for me, but I don’t remember meeting you because we’ve never met! You’ve been stalking me for four months now, scaring me and my friends, and it needs to stop.”

   “Don’t say that, you love this and you love me. I can see it in your eyes,” Jerome said.

   That’s when I made the biggest mistake I could’ve made in that room.

   “I don’t love you and I will never love you. You’re a psycho.”

   He snapped, lunging forward at me, “STOP LYING! YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT! YOU KNOW THAT WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! I PROTECTED YOU FOR NOTHING! I SENT YOU THOSE GIFTS FOR NOTHING!”

   Then, Detective Gordon and Harvey came in to arrest him and get me out of there. I was shaking as Jerome kept yelling.

   “I WILL GET OUT OF HERE, Y/N! AND WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN!”

   That was a year ago. I had graduated high school and I had just finished my first semester at Gotham College. It helped me keep my mind off of Jerome but I would be lying if I said that his last words didn’t haunt me. Besides, as much as I tried, I couldn’t remember ever setting eyes on Jerome until the night he broke into my house.

    “No more thinking about him, it’s bath time,” I told myself.

    I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the hot bath. Amy Winehouse’s voice soothed me during “Back to Black”. I had always been a big fan of hers and even got to see her when she came to New York once. I nearly fell asleep until Rose started barking. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Rose barking at the door.

   “Shh, Rose, I’m trying to relax,” I said.

   Rose kept ignoring me and barking.

   I rolled my eyes and began getting out of the bathtub. Then again, Rose only got so worked up when she sensed danger so I couldn’t get too upset.

   “What do you hear, Rose?” 

   I opened the door and she bolted out of the room. I grabbed my phone as I followed closely behind her. Suddenly, she stopped in the living room and my heart jumped to my throat. There was a dark figure standing in the living room and I felt paralyzed. 

   “I like what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” it said.

   I knew that voice any where.

   “Jerome, you’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”

   Jerome slowly turned to face me. “Oh, honey, don’t you know that even death can’t keep us apart?” 

   Suddenly, the light came on and I dropped my phone in shock. His face was bloody and had stitches throughout it. He looked like a pale version of Frankenstein’s monster. He scanned over my robed body, licking his lips, and making me wish that I had been smart enough to put some more clothes on. He walked closer to me.

  “Get out of my apartment,” I said nervously.

  “I just got here. Why are you so scared, sweetheart?” Jerome tried to touch my face but I jerked away.

   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t even know you.”

   Jerome growled. “Yes, you do. We met at the circus.”

   I shook my head. “I…I’ve never been to the circus.”

   “YES YOU HAVE!” Jerome snapped.

   I jumped and moved away from him as quickly as I could but he kept walking towards me. “All this yelling isn’t helping me remember!”

   Because it never happened.

  Jerome seemed to calm down just the slightest as he stopped a few inches away from me. “We’d come to Gotham again for maybe the first time in my life. My whore of a mother had just finished my morning beating and she began preparing for the show. Back then, I was able to resist the urge to kill her and whatever man she brought into the trailer to warm her bed.”
  I had remembered Detective Gordon telling my parents and I how Jerome was abused for the majority of his life and that was probably why he turned out so crazy. At the time, I felt the tiniest tinge of pity towards him, but now, I didn’t feel anything except nervous.

  “I was walking around the games area when I ran into the most beautiful girl in the world. Her laugh sent tingles down my spine and her beautiful y/e/c eyes could end—-or start—-wars. She was playing that confounded Hit-As-Many-Beer-Bottles-As-Possible-With-A-Baseball game with her parents. Then, she caught me staring at her when her dad handed her the stuffed teddy bear she’d won. At first, I was nervous,” Jerome said. “Then, she came up to me and started talking to me. She asked me why I looked so hurt and I told her it was because my mother hit me. She said that mommys shouldn’t do that to kids and that her mommy definitely never hit her. We spent the day together after her parents gave her permission. I never wanted the day to end, she brought me so much happiness. But when it was over, I begged her to stay and she said that she’d visit as much as she could and gave me the teddy bear to remember her by.”

  It was a kind of cute story, but that didn’t really explain why Jerome would wait so long to stalk me. Plus, I couldn’t remember any of it for some reason.

  “How old were you…we, when this happened?” I whispered.

  “Five,” Jerome said. “I held onto that teddy bear for thirteen years, waiting to see you again. When I did see you again, you were with those people, those perfect, sane people who drive me insane! I couldn’t let you turn into them.”

  He must’ve seen me after school or something and I had never noticed. Plus, it was convenient that I didn’t remember something that happened thirteen years ago. 

   “Come on, think about it, Y/N,” Jerome said.

   And I did start thinking about it—-actually thinking about it, unlike how I did the first time the Jerome thing started. Then, I remembered that day like it was yesterday.

   “Oh my,” I whispered.

   Jerome grinned widely. “You remember!”
   “My parents took me to the circus after I lost my first tooth. I…I saw the teddy bear in one of the game stands and wanted to win it,” I said, suddenly shaking. “Then…then I saw you and we played together all day.”

    “I knew you’d remember!” Jerome grabbed me by the forearms. “I worked so hard to get you back and now you’re mine!”

   I blinked. “Wait, what?”

  Rose must’ve sensed my distress because she started barking, loudly. Jerome got irritated and pulled a gun on her.

   “Tell her to shut it or she gets a bullet in her.”

    I shoved him away and scooped up Rose, stroking her to calm her down. “Shh, it’s okay, Rose, the bad man’s going to go away.” 

    “No,” Jerome pulled me into him, “I’m not going anywhere. I came back for the dead just so that we could be together again. So that we can be crazy together again.”

    I tried pulling away but Jerome had a tight grip on me. Just feeling his hands on me made my skin crawl. I couldn’t believe there was a time when we were friends. I had to get help.

    “HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!” I screamed.

    Unfortunately, no one came to my aid. The last thing I remember is something hitting me on the head hard and Jerome cackling like a mad man.