Margot Fonteyn’s costume from `Ondine’, designed by Lili de Nobili, 1958, comprising: tiered, floating gown of aquamarine chiffon spotted with pastes, with jewelled brooch to breast, with integral flesh coloured stockinette body stocking
and cream silk chiffon layered over silver lamé, metallic lace hem
studded with sequins, short sleeve bodice decorated with crossed
stylized flowers in white, crystal and ombreéd pink beads, metallic lace
insert under tulle, sleeves having cutouts edged in paste jewels,
off-center beaded band with ombreéd tassel and three lotus flowers,
chiffon underskirt edged in crystal beads, corset interior
what if Amras was one of the ones who turned aside at Sirion
Oh right sure Anon, like Sirion wasn’t enough of a clusterfuck.
He could not put his finger on what it was that broke him.
Not the screams or the flames or the blood in his hair and in his mouth, not the pain of his wounds, or the certain knowledge that this was as futile as anything else they’d ever done.
Not the moon-faced soldier he gutted like the fish her knife had been designed to clean - if he could not slaughter fisherfolk he’d have burnt at Losgar with his twin.
Not the unpaved roads and rude driftwood huts they fought in. Menegroth had been splendid in its ruin and they could pretend to be the same, but this deed was as pathetic as the defences Sirion mustered against them.
All he knew was that when his blade bit bone and slipped from his grasp, he let it fall and did not pick it up.
▪Miniature secretary incorporating a watch.
Entrepreneur: James Cox (British, ca. 1723–1800)
Date: ca. 1766–72
Culture: British, London
Medium: Case: agate, with gold mounts, gilded brass, pearls, and paste jewels set in silver; Dial: white enamel; Movement: wheel balance and clock set with paste jewels
Well, that was a lovely nap! Jewel wobbled out of Caden’s room, bed head and all. She was taking some friendly advice from friends and the internet to take care of herself, which in her mind meant a LOT of naps. She wasn’t sleeping at night, so squeezing in rest during the day was her only options.
Jewel rubbed her eyes and spotted a blue mass on the couch. Was Caden still working? Oh gods that poor boy! He’s been working so hard on his play. Maybe he needed a quick break~! She waddled over behind her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him, giving him soft, sleepy kisses on his fins.
“Good morning, my knight~…” she mumbled, already playing with his hair.
Following the success of the original Tower of Terror in Orlando, the Imagineers were tasked with revitalizing Frontierland at Disneyland. The initial concept they dreamt up, Geyser Mountain, would utilize Tower’s ride system, but instead send guests shooting upwards, “propelled” by an erupting wilderness geyser. Set, (like its nearby sister attraction, Big Thunder Mountain) at a mining company, Geyser Mountain would take guests through mysterious mines, dripping caverns, past stalagmites & rare earthly jewels. The art here represents the version imagined for Disneyland Paris’ Thunder Mesa, which more resembled a tall tower built into the “mountain.” Both projects were scrapped due to costs, but both resorts eventually received clones of Tower of Terror in their sister parks.
This coat dates from the 1770s and is silk and linen with extensive embroidery and metallic thread. It’s a court suit designed to impress and it most definitely does. The paste jewels would have glittered in the candle light and the wearer of this waistcoat would have worn a jacket and pair of breeches just as ornate.
REGENCY STYLE FANCY DRESS, LATE 19th - EARLY 20th C.
ivory silk empire gown having short puffed sleeve, heavily decorated
with metallic gold cord and clear and gold paste jewels, waistband of
gold passementerie, long curved train, weighted fringed front hem
I have been fading steadily on the outside, after a hundred thousand years why on Earth should I care? I shake my head, any ideas? Whisper in both directions pick me up off the floor put me inside a solenoid moving your hands in and out of the coil, with a razor painfully, appear a ghostly, grey shadow hurt me I’m a metal rose pasted with jewels in a shirt and tie passionate, enchanting, and legally disgusting.
note: Inspired by an old episode of Modern Family.
Proposal (Christian Pulisic Imagine)
Katie had been carrying around an engagement ring for some time now. She had walked past a jewelers shop in downtown Dortmund one day and for some reason, she thought it would be a good idea to just look through the glass and see what was on display. Immediately, a simple black band with a tiny diamond in the middle caught her attention. Unlike other women, what caught Katie’s attention was not an engagement ring for her, but an engagement ring for her boyfriend Christian.
One blink later, she was walking out of the jeweler’s with an engagement ring in her bag and a hefty charge on her credit card. She had no plans of proposing to Christian. Not because she doesn’t want to spend an eternity with him, but more because a woman proposing to a man is quite an unconventional thing to do, and if she was anything, she was conventional, very traditional. She thought of just giving the ring to him for his birthday but come his birthday, giving him the ring didn’t feel right for those motives. So she held on to it, not knowing what to do with it.
I want you - the right way I want you But I want you to want me too
imagine from imaginexhobbit + this fic request || Words: 1383 || Characters: Thorin, Wife!Reader, mention of Dis || Setting: Erebor, before Smaug || Genre: romance, steam, NSFW || More Thorin fics || This fic starts a new Thorin story arc (click here and scroll down to Story Arc #5) || Songspiration: I Want You by Marvin Gaye
Summary: Boruto sees Sarada in a different light during the Winter Festival.
A/N: Awww! They are just too cute, I had to write something about them. Boruto being the dutiful onii-san and being all flustered because of Sarada. Kawaii! Omg. Still can’t believe that OTPs fondued. Ugh.
“It’s itchy, mom.” Complained Boruto as he tried to reach into the inside of his collar to scratch the base of his neck. “Why can’t I just wear my uniform?”
His mother beamed even more, took his hand in hers and smoothed out his collar again. “But you look very dashing in this yukata, baby.”
Boruto smiled shyly, his cheeks reddening at his mother’s compliment. “But mom, it’s so uncomfortable!”
The corners of his mother’s lips turned down, and she averted her eyes to the floor. “Oh. I am sorry, baby, it’s just…mama spent quite a lot of time trying to choose that for you.But I-I understand if–”
Oh kami…His mother used the technique again, and it was as effective as ever. The sad look on her face was just too heartbreaking, that Boruto had no other choice but to humour her. “All right, mom, I am sorry. I’ll wear it.”
She smiled and clapped her hands in delight. She was upbeat again. “Perfect! I am sure you’ll be the most handsome boy in the entire festival, baby.”
Since its pretty much
movie canon that both Thranduiil and Thror were on somewhat good terms before
their fall out, I’m imagining what kind of relationship these two had. I’m sure
if anything, it was solely a friendship formed for political power, and there
was nothing more than that.
But then I look at
Thranduil only taking six guards (or was it four) into the mountain with him
when he expected to get his jewels, and then commissioning the dwarves to make
the jewels in the first place—for his dead wife.
All jewel lust and
negativity aside, I think that is a testament to the kind of trust and
relationship there was between the two kings. He feels comfortable enough to
commission a dwarf with something so personal, as well as venture into his home
(a mountain) with such a small guard.
Thror actually accepts
the gift for his friend, and goes through the trouble of creating a jewel to
honor the dead wife of an elven king—which no dwarf did, ever.
And then I’m imaging the
sad, later fall out of their friendship, when the Arkenstone started to affect
Thror’s mind, and Thranduil counseling him the best he could to give it up
(because he mentions to Thorin that he warned his grandfather), because it
actually pains him to see a king he held in such high regard eroding away—and
who better is Thranduil to warn others of what
jewel can do to a kingdom, when his own King long in the past took in a
jewel that saw the destruction of Doriath.
And still, Thror doesn’t
listen, and Thranduil actually is hurt and worried for his friend, and so
foolishly thinks there is hope left in him (and of course that all changes when
he closes the jewel box in his face).
But imagine even happier
times, imagine there being a section in the mountain entirely made for elves
and their tall selves, chairs creates specifically for elves. Even rooms where
the sunlight pours in so they don’t all freak out. Imagine Thranduil wearing
dwarven braids for dwarven festivals. They get so drunk that they cry about
their dead wives together, and strange children, and how Thranduil is older
than all of them combined.
El-P and Killer Mike of Run The Jewels backstage at House of Vans Denver just before their set. Make sure to pick up their newest album, Run The Jewels 2. It came in as one of our favorite records of this past year.