#black-tie event

[realtalkafraidtolive]

September has been secretly beautiful. I’ve been feeling like all my flower petals were plucked, but then I’ve realized it’s fall. How else are we supposed to make room for more leaves baby girl? ♥️🥀🍁

[eye-of-the-hawk]

Conflicted.

[ronseyz]

ronan and gansey performing intricate pool table mating rituals is canon. even if it was a deleted scene it's still real to me.

[kply-industries]

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

attends the National Theatre "Up Next" Gala, in London. (more pics)

[painted-bees]

What are Margie and Raf's favorite dress-up looks for occasional parties? I imagine Raf doesn't like them at all but I can see him going to one or two for her sake

It depends on the kind of party! Typically, Raf will make a point of not dressing to impress anyone (going in his usual attire, which may or may not include endeared thrift store items). Likewise, Margie isn't very...fashion savvy, nor is she very adept at doing her hair and make-up. But she'll at least try her best to look good for a party (and despite himself, Raf will usually help her out with that, esp if it seems to be giving her any amount of anxiety).

On the other hand, though--if it's something he actually cares about, where he wants to be received well or, for whatever reason, the impression he makes is important to him--Raf actually has a remarkably well stocked wardrobe and an ear to the ground on current fashion trends. The outfits he drops real money on are designed to last, made with high quality materials that remain fashionably relevant for a long ass time; simple, clean and understated. If he wears brands to a party, their names are not emblazoned on him, no matter how impressive someone might be tempted to think they'd be. The tailoring, the materials, the appearance of it being well maintained/cared for despite being a well worn fit(not new)--all serves to signal exactly where he's coming from. Even when dressing his best, he doesn't want the average person to recognize his wealth just by looking at him--in fact, if they do clock him, it points to a boastful tackiness being communicated by his fit. If he's dressing to impress, it only matters that he looks neat, tidy, clean and well kempt. It's a kind of style that the average person might not be able to clock as a big deal, but signals to those within the same bracket/status as himself that he's comfortably established in his position and no further statement needs to be made. You either know who he is, or you miss out--and he doesn't care which it will be; he feels no need exert his status. I think...a lot of times, the intended message of his outfit choices frequently goes over the heads of most people he's shown up to...because tbh, celebrity culture isn't the same as the uh... "old continent monied" cultures. Still, a quality fit is a quality fit and it looks (and feels) real good. That's usually enough to get a desired point across, subtext be damned. Margie has....no such sense for this. At all. And so, if Raf comes home with a new outfit and tells her to wear it before and to the party, that's exactly what she's gonna do (and she loves it when he does)! And so her looks will usually follow that same simple, understated, clean elegance. Otherwise, she'll dress like a college art student attending a faculty gallery show.... Tess, on the other hand, dresses like the designers lmao. She will not understate. She doesn't dress to show off money, but she dresses to show off her superior aesthetic tastes. What she wears is a portfolio of her inspired ideas--which in turn makes her very inspiring to behold! Tess makes herself the aesthetic centerpiece of any party lmaooo a goddess.

[foursaints]

Hey maybe it's too late to ask but... maybe... any bartylily headcanons and fic ideas? I feel vital necessity to write about them but have exactly 0 ideas only non-transferable vibes

hm i may be in an echo chamber but, to me, the appeal of bartylily lies in the fact that despite being pretty out-there in terms of canon— when you place them in a modern au (any au!), it becomes so achingly plausible. expected, even!

like, you definitely already know them. if you've ever met a lily evans (capri jeans, too-tight ponytail, her own personal portable daisy-print hole puncher in her purse) then you know EXACTLY the kind of questionable tattooed bassist she swipes for on tinder. if you've ever had a classmate like barty (disarmingly sleazy, surprisingly sharp, daddy paying his way through his ivy league bachelor's degree) then you know that he ALWAYS has some pretty headband-clad valedictorian girlfriend at a prestigious all-women's libarts college.

they're sophie and howl. they're your two coworkers who bicker cause they clearly want to fuck instead. in high school, james made lily blush sweetly on the apples of her cheeks. barty makes lily turn an ugly, splotchy red all the way down to her heaving chest.

as soon as you configure lily as someone beyond the girlfriend-wife-mother constraints of canon, her brimstone&fire suddenly really complements barty's mischief. she's the type to always assume she's clever enough to conquer whatever slightly-reckless plan she's set out for, armed with naivety and a spreadsheet. she's the type that loves fixing up dirtbags-with-unexpected-depth. lily enjoys fighting her way through a challenge! she gets turned on by being annoyed, though she won't admit it. she wants a yelling match. she relishes having her mettle met. any option besides barty— annoying, complicated, rankling, secretly-tender, obnoxiously-smart, secretive, neurotic barty (!!!) — feels much too boring for someone like lily evans. they will always be soulmates to me idk! more than any other ship...

[anxious-alastor]

May I Have This Dance? ||Pt. 1|| Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

"Why are people so stupid." You groaned as you and your team returned to the STARS office of the Raccoon City Police Department.

"You seem cheery." Jill commented as she put away her outer layer of protective gear and harnesses.

"Yeah. Responding to a chemical threat and finding two idiots who couldn't bother to read a label is just peachy." You huffed as you closed your locker a little too hard.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?"

You whirled around to see Captain Albert Wesker standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed and his usual harsh expression seemed softer than usual as your frustration ebbed away.

"U-uh. No sir, Captain Wesker."

"Let's not go slamming doors then."

You opened your mouth to respond but he had already walked off. You looked at Jill who shrugged and shook her head. Another growl of frustration left you before you sat down at your desk to fill out the required paperwork.

***

Time flew by fast as you worked, before you knew it you were done and everyone had begun to pack up and leave. On your way out, something in your brain switched and you began noticing things.

Chris and Barry had been incoherent until you heard Barry say, "So are you excited for the Banquet?"

Your legs stopped moving as you thought hard to process what was said. Wasn't the banquet for another week?

There was another whisper from Rebecca to Jill that you managed to catch as they brushed past you.

"Have you got a new dress?"

The RPD Banquet. The special event hosted by the city for the Police Department to thank them for their work, to get cozy with donors, and to show off to other notable guests. You hated wearing formal clothes, especially the kind they'd expect you and your other coworkers to wear. Chief Irons had an especially strict dress code for the entire station. Of course you had pushed it out of your mind until now.

"Hey Jill wait—" You grabbed her shoulder before she got too far.

The brunette turned to you, intrigued and concerned by the sudden grab and the shift of color in your face.

"Something wrong? You look like you're in trouble."

"I guess you could say that," You glanced around, "Is the banquet tonight?"

She grinned sympathetically, "Yeah it is, you forgot didn't you?"

"Of course I did. And I don't have a dress."

"What happened to the one you wore last year?"

"I rented that one." You sighed softly, "Maybe I'll have to back out..."

"If you think that's best." She offered a pat on your shoulder before returning to her conversation with Rebecca.

You just sighed to yourself before disappearing off to your apartment.

***

You had settled on your bed after having taken a shower. Comfy in pjs and wrapped in your blanket, you were barely aware of some strange baking show as you wondered about the event taking place about an hour from now. Guilt simmered just below your chest as you thought about what you might've cost the Chief in donations.

Then your phone rang. You quickly dug around your blanket, slightly panicked as you weren't expecting a call and had allowed your cellphone to be engulfed by the soft fabric. It was around the fourth ring when you finally answered it.

"Why aren't you here?" It was Wesker.

"I uh... don't have anything to wear."

"You aren't coming to the most important night for the entire department because you don't have anything to wear?"

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment as you stuttered into the phone.

There was a pause, a long excruciating pause that was only broken as he drew in and let out a sigh.

"I don't accept this. Get ready, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"What—" You began but the call had disconnected.

You stared at your phone for a good minute before scrambling out of bed and attempting to not rush through your makeup. Even if it were a simple look, you didn't want it to seem sloppy.

You hovered around your hair for a moment before you heard the knocking at your door. With some hesitation, and after peeking through the peephole, you opened it to see your captain holding an opaque garment bag. You couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses as he offered it to you, but you swear you could see his cheeks get slightly pink.

You took it, glancing at him warily, "Do you want to come in?"

"I'll wait out here."

You just nodded before closing the door and quickly returning to your room.

Upon opening the dress you found that it was rather unique to you. It hugged you in all the right places and draped where it needed to, and it stopped at the length you felt most comfortable with. The only thing not tailored to your comfort was the color scheme. Black lace covered the deep crimson fabric that felt soft against your skin.

You admired the dress for a moment before deciding to add some dark red to your makeup look to compliment the colors. You then slipped into some heels and met your captain outside.

"I need you to zip it. I can't reach." Your voice was breathless and a little uneven.

He chuckled softly and placed one hand against your lower back while the other pulled up the zipper. He then led you to a limousine that he had hired.

***

It felt like the world finally slowed down as you settled onto the leather seat across from your captain. You hadn't noticed his outfit entirely until now. It matched yours perfectly—his was elegant and yet much more moody. It was hard to suppress a giggle as you realized how perfectly that described the man across from you.

"Something funny?" He tilted his head towards you.

You shook your head quickly, glancing out the window to avoid his gaze.

"How come you went through all the trouble just to get me to the Banquet? How did you get this dress so quickly?" You had so many questions.

"It's the most important event of the year according to Chief Irons. It was no trouble at all really." He paused as if deciding on his words. "I had a tailor design and make the dress a couple weeks ago. You seemed to be drowning in work."

"And my sizing?"

"Based off the size of your gear in your locker."

It seemed reasonable enough, though still very strange. You couldn't be too upset though since you'd be able to attend the banquet and not get teased for lack of attendance the next day.

Silence fell in the space until you reached the venue where the roar of chatter was a gentle rumble from outside. Your chauffeur parked and opened the door for the both of you. Wesker stepped out then offered you his hand which you took gratefully as you bowed out of the vehicle.

There were some people outside, not necessarily for you or your Captain but for the donors. Some of Raccoon city's biggest celebrities were attending and everyone wanted to see.

"Keep your chin up." Wesker spoke softly, something unusual for him as he wrapped your arm around his.

Your head had been tilted down, eyes preferring the ground rather than those who might be looking at you. Upon registering his words you lifted your head, faintly blushing as you tried to keep your eyes forward. Your hand gripped his arm tight as he led you into the venue.

All eyes were on you.

[deliciouskeys]

In case, you were wondering what Antony Starr was doing at the Emmys when The Boys s4 had not met the deadline to be included this year.

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Batman and Catwoman team up to undermine Waller's takeover!

Batman #151

[strangergraphics-archive]

sparkly gold/black tie event themed dividers requested by @mediocredreams

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

[petit-papillion]

Ferretti Group builds the Riva yacht, so makes sense for Charles to be invited.

This is the only picture I could find...

📸 My Fair Venice

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: FROM a future story

“I’m going to make sure Brom isn’t trying to woo the wrong noblewoman.” Arya touched Glen’s shoulder. “Keep an eye on them?”

“Of course.”

Eragon watched the elf walk away, still utterly mesmerized. He thanked whatever gods existed that his traitorous gaze was at the very least respectful, lingering on the small of her back where his hand had rested during brief moments of their dance and nowhere else.

Only when she disappeared into the crowd did he slump back against the high table, his elbows holding up his weight. 

“Oh, I am still so in love with that woman.” 

Glenwing barked out a laugh, adjusting his cufflinks over his prosthetic. “Down, boy.”

‘He didn’t mean to say that outloud.’ Saphira informed the medic as Eragon promptly turned around and began gently banging his head on the table.

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Like this post if you like to wear suits

[kxllerblond]

clark in a dc/m*rvel/inv*ncible/b*ys/etc setting where people have fucking costumes

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

attends the National Theatre "Up Next" Gala, in London.