shiny gown


etsyfindoftheday | 5.21.17

sequin gradient ball gown/bridesmaids’ dress by renzrags

on this sunny sunday, i’m showing off one heck of a sparkler. this sequin-encrusted dress features an ombré of golden-and-silvery sparkles that will be sure to turn heads at your next event! renzrags’ special and lacy styles are ideal for bridesmaids’ dresses, too.


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Makeup by Amanda Richards

Fictional WOC beauty & style in film

A list of talented stars in their iconic roles with a general description of the aesthetic:

  • Dorothy Dandridge as Margot Seaton in Island In the Sun (1957)- Sweetheart necklines, sunset colored dresses, fluttering lashes, flushed cheeks, sun-kissed glow, romantic curls, white diamonds
  • Nancy Kwan as Linda Low in Flower Drum Song (1961)- Faux fur, pearls, silk ribbons, lace babydoll dresses, kitten heels, rosy cheeks, doll eyes
  • Zeenat Aman as Jasbir Jaiswal/Janice in Hare Rama Hare Krishna (1971)- Hibiscus flowers in the hair, tangerine-tinted shades, blue bell bottom jeans, dreamy mod eyes, daisy-chain accessories, go-go boots
  • Stacey Dash as Dionne Davenport in Clueless (1995)- Pastel crop tops, vinyl mini skirts, jelly platforms, peachy lip gloss, pink hair accessories, thigh high socks, celestial eyeshadow
  • Rachel True as Rochelle in The Craft (1996)- Brown lipstick, velvet chokers, plaid tennis skirts, creepers, natural eyes, dark veils, black nail polish
  • Michelle Reis as Killer’s Agent in Fallen Angels (1995)- Fishnets, little black dresses, stilettos, red lips, tousled hair, cheap lingerie, always smoking a cigarette
  • Maria Montez as Queen Antinea in Siren of Atlantis (1949)- Gold jewelry, shiny hair, lamé gowns, sharp eyeliner, satin lips, long lashes, silk robes

etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2017 | 6.14.17

DAY ONE: traditional wedding finds // cathytelle
featuring: romantic long-sleeved wedding gown with sequin bodice

ukranian bridal designer cathytelle’s flowing, airy, fairytale-esque styles are beautiful, romantic, and perfect for the traditional bride. i’m gonna show off a handful of my faves, i hope you enjoy!! swoon.

Just Royal Sweethearts (Rap Monster, You)

A little something for our favorite monster who’s celebrating his birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOON! <3 This fic follows my kingdom au, “His Highness and I”  Enjoy!

Sunlight peeked through the slits of the closed-off curtains, causing my right eye to twitch as a small fraction of light hit my face.

I sighed, thinking that it was most probably morning and another day of princess lessons and royal duties must commence.

I sighed so heavily at the thought, I almost lost breath.

It’s been two years; two years since I became a princess. People often said I was living a fairy-tale—the “Happily Ever After" which a lot of people desired for. It wasn’t entirely false. Yes, I did get the title; Yes, I did get to live in a huge palace and wear beautiful dresses; and yes, I now had people at my beck and call…

But it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies. Being a princess was more than just looking the part in glorious ball gowns and shiny tiaras…

It was also about learning the culture of a place you didn’t even know existed till now. It was about memorizing laws, knowing important names, attending lessons and lunches with snobby women…

It may sound a little off-putting and hearing this from me might have shattered all your princess dreams, but it’s the truth. 

And that was exactly what made it all so great. It took a while for me to see it—to get used to the life of being a royal. At first I was just overwhelmed by it all as I was practically shoved into this role. I had to become a princess overnight and I shouldered a lot of pressure then, wanting to become worthy… wanting to make everyone proud. I didn’t even see myself as a person of great importance, let alone someone worthy to be a queen…

But as I got used to my schedules, lessons and lunches becoming part of a routine, I have begun to enjoy it. Most of all, I have begun to see its purpose—I’ve begun to realize my role.

Being a princess for me was mostly about being the face of hope to your people. I never thought I could be somebody until now when I started leading charitable projects throughout the kingdom. I thought my teaching days were over when I moved here but they allowed me to support my advocacy and I had been visiting schools and helping children become the wonderful persons they were meant to be ever since.

Being a princess gave me a purpose and that was probably the best part…

Well… not really.

I smiled at the thought, thinking the best part about this whole thing was neither the dresses nor crowns, nor the grand balls and charitable events I got to attend…

It was in fact being married to the love of my life: Kim Namjoon. My husband, who was not only that nerdy— most of the time clumsy guy I met back in college, but also the newly-crowned king of this beautiful and radiant kingdom.

I had always known Namjoon was special and though discovering the fact that he was an actual prince came as a shock… I wouldn’t have thought of a better role for him. He was smart, brave, and passionate. He ruled with stern conviction yet the kindness in his heart balanced the need to be a firm ruler, making him emphatic to the woes of his people. I’m proud to be his wife and honored to be ruling by his side as his queen.

My hand grabbed at the sheets blindly to my right in search of him and frowned when I felt it empty. I groaned, which almost sounded like a whimper—or the whine a child would make after being told that it was time to get up for school. I was about to retract my hand and curl into a ball when something large and warm caught my small hand, the bed dipping slightly and causing me to tip right into the arms of familiar warmth.

“I’m here, I’m here,” a groggy voice assured and I smiled through my sleepiness, snuggling closer to my husband who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Where did you go?” I whined and I felt the vibration on his chest as he chuckled.

“Bathroom,” Namjoon answered simply. “Surely you didn’t miss me already. I was barely gone for five minutes.”

I hummed, nuzzling my face against his chest and basking in his familiar scent. We barely get to have moments like this: mornings of waking up together. At the thought, that’s when I realized that it must be Sunday, for we usually didn’t have any duties on the first day of the week, which gave us a lot of free time to cuddle…

To not be the king and queen, but just husband and wife.

“I love Sundays,” I sighed as I felt him playing with my hair. “I get to wake up with you like this.”

Namjoon smiled at that before leaning over to kiss my temple. “Mmm… and I love you.”

I bit my lip at that, blush dusting my cheeks as I turned my head to look at him, squinting my eyes playfully.

“What?” He chuckled as he poked my nose.

Smooth, Joon.”

Namjoon snorted. “When am I not? That’s probably how you fell for me. I’m so smooth you slipped right into my arms.”

Laughter bubbled out my chest at that and the two of us giggled like high school sweethearts on their first date. Cozy warmth settled upon my chest; one that induced bright smiles and sweet sighs.

“Time to wake up?” I yawned; seeing that he was already wide awake, staring down at me openly. 

Namjoon reached out and cupped my cheek, caressing my skin with his thumb. The mere gesture was enough to make me shiver and Namjoon tightened his hold on me; leaning his forehead against mine.

It was moments like this when I ask myself however did I get so lucky.

“Just five more minutes,” he murmured. “I just want to look at you.”

At his words, I blushed deeply and punched his chest playfully, making him laugh. “Stop…”

Namjoon grinned, nuzzling my nose cutely. “Never!”


“Mmm. But you love it,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Nah. I love you more though.”

“Well, look at you. Learning from me now, are we?” Namjoon chuckled with a slight shake of his head before moving to get out of bed. “Come on love, sun’s up. We can take a walk in the garden and have breakfa—“ Namjoon’s words were cut short when he was suddenly pulled back down on the bed, petite limbs wrapping around his body like a koala had taken hold of him.

“You said five more minutes,” I whined and Namjoon laughed, succumbing to my embrace.

“You’re such a baby,” Namjoon teased as I clung to him; his arms wrapping around my form and squeezing tight. “Breakfast in bed, then?”

I looked up at him with a shy smile, the idea sounding completely blissful. “Please?”

Namjoon nodded as he ran his hand through my messy locks, patting it down and kissing my forehead sweetly. I must’ve looked like a monster with my bed head but Namjoon stared at me like I had poised the stars against the night skies and I’m not sure how I could ever deserve to be looked upon like that… to deserve such a loving and perfect husband.

“Anything for my queen,” he said and I that’s when I realized I didn’t need a crown to prove my right for the title of Royal Highness, Queen Y/N of Westleton. 

For right here in Namjoon’s arms, I already felt like one.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

The fluff and feels are real. It’s been a while since I wrote something this cute and simple. Felt good. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think!

My book launch is THIS FRIDAY! I can’t wait for you guys to read it. To those going to my book signing, see you there! Excited to meet you all. <3 And my book should be available for order online next week. I’ll keep you guys posted!


Date Night

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Headcanon Request: Sam being so busy he forgets your date night…And it was supposed to be special night, you put on a dress, had theater tickets and so on. He comes home to find you asleep in a evening gown and…. - @cleverdame

Word Count: ~2,720

Warnings: angst, loneliness, anger, physical rage, crying, cursing, fluff, smut, squirting (holy shit, this ran away from me). Seriously, if smut isn’t your cup of tea, do not read this.

A/N: This got super angsty before it got good. Sorry about that! Also this is not a drabble. It got away from me so much.

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Your hair was perfect, your makeup was perfect, your dress was perfect. You thought Sam was perfect. Pulling the tickets to your favorite show from the zipper in your purse, you sighed and tears filled your eyes. You called Sam twice before now, so you dialed his number a third time. Still no answer.

Slamming your phone onto the vanity, you ripped the bobby pins from your hair, letting the natural waves fall around your shoulders. You threw your purse at the closet door, not caring if anything inside it broke. You audibly sobbed as you crashed into the bed, face down on the pillow.

“Fuck this.” You cried, letting the sadness consume you.

This night was supposed to be special, one you and Sam always shared together. It was the anniversary of the day Sam saved your life, specifically the fifth anniversary this year. The anniversary of the day you met the love of your life, the day you met the man you wanted to marry.

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crossing lines, flying blind. [1/?]

pair: jon x sansa
wordcount: 7k
summarythe one where Sansa decides to take to the Appalachian Trail alone after the death of her brother Robb. somewhere down the trail, she winds up crossing paths with a far more seasoned hiker.
[social media au]



She thought of the shiny, black gown  hanging in the closet of her apartment, the tasseled cap tucked on the shelf above it, untouched. A small duffel bag rolled around the back of her father’s car, sliding back and forth, a soft thump coming from behind her every time they took a sharp turn.

He hadn’t turned the radio on when she got in the car and she hadn’t tried to fill the silence. They let the air be filled with every thump of the bag, and the wind howling from outside the windows.

She’d had to skip the ceremony.

Not that it mattered. Because it didn’t. Not with the memory of her mother’s voice over the phone when she called to tell her what happened, hanging in the air.

“There’s been an accident,” she’d said. Her mother’s voice had never sounded so thin. Strong, Catelyn Stark never wavered. “Your brother, Robb, he’s…”

His car was totaled. He’d been on his way to see his girlfriend. A car had come out of nowhere, smashed into the driver’s side door, and he hadn’t made it through the night at the hospital.

So it didn’t matter that the gown was hanging up in her closet, unused, something for her to throw away when she got back. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t had time to figure out who she was supposed to tell, that they would call her name and she just wouldn’t be there to walk across the stage. It didn’t matter that it was going to be a nightmare of phone calls later to sort it all out.

Robb was gone and none of it mattered.

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etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2016 | 6.19.16

theme: KP’s top wedding picks for 2016
shop: cleoandclementine // find: gold sequin cap-sleeve and tulle gown

ugh. LOVE. the juxtaposition of the super-sparkly golden sequins next to the airy, feminine tulle skirt is a look i can get behind. this bridal gown choice would fit many styles of weddings with its classic cut yet nontraditional fabrics.