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monkeymeghan · 1 month

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Today has been a good day. I went out with my sister to go shopping for outfits for my friend’s wedding next month. First we stopped at Nordstrom Rack and tried on lots of dresses. I found one I liked that looked good on me and fit well, and it wasn’t as expensive as I was expecting!

After that we went to Quaker Bridge Mall. We started at Macy’s Backstage, where I got these shoes to go with the dress.

The silver looks a little dark in the picture I took. It’s brighter and sparklier in person.

There weren’t any fancy enough dresses in Backstage, so next we checked out the regular part of Macy’s. We tried on some more dresses with no luck. Next was Torrid, nothing there fancy enough. Then we went to JC Penney and tried on a bunch more dresses. My sister ended up getting a gorgeous silver glittery dress. This photo doesn’t do it justice.

After we had pizza in the food court we went to Victoria’s Secret because I had a bunch of coupons. Plus, I wanted to buy something on my VS credit card to keep it open since I haven’t used it since early last year. I ended up splurging and getting a new perfume, the new Bombshell Escape. It has a beautiful, light tropical scent.

On the way out of the mall we stopped at Torrid again to pick up some Spanx. So now we are all set for next month!

The day still has many hours in it and I am POOPED! It was a really nice day, though. :)

#sister #sister time #Nordstrom rack #nordstrom #dresses #dress shopping #shopping #shoes #Macy’s backstage #Macy’s #torrid #jc penney #victoria’s secret #perfume #bombshell escape #bombshell #spanx #family #personal

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fruity-gremlin · 3 months

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So my prom theme is ethereal but when I looked on Google Images all the clothes were pastel also I'm a curvy short girl and I don't like pastels what should I do.

#help #dress shopping #formal

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willowstea · 6 months

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ITS NOT SILK ITS POLYSETHER IS STUPID POLYESTHER AND STOP SAYING OTHERWISE IT IS PLASTIC.

#willow's tea #polyester #fabrics #online shopping #i dont care if youre a small busniess dont advertise as silk and then show me a picture of a tag saying its POLYESTHER #dress shopping #rant #all caps

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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If it's okay, can I request Lee Noelle and Ler Vanessa? It can be headcanons, a fic, or drabble, whatever you want. Maybe Vanessa is teasing Noelle while they're shopping for clothes and she finds out she's ticklish? I just think their sisterly relationship is really cute (I've never really sent in a request before so I'm sorry if I did something wrong or left something out)

Eee, my girlies! I love their dynamic so much! I’ve gotcha covered, anon! :D I mixed in a bit of Noelle x Asta because they’re too cute not to include! :D I hope you like it!

Noelle was in quite the predicament.

The Black Bulls were throwing a party to celebrate recent events, and the resident Water mage had nothing to wear.

Digging through the chess in her room, she tossed bundles of silk and glitter over her shoulder in hopes of finding something fitting for the event. Back home, finding the right outfit was easy- her nobility gave her access to a wide variety of dresses and gems, allowing her to stand out just as brightly as the rest of her siblings.

Granted, she wasn’t a fan of those dresses. Heavy and thick, tied with old painful memories of her siblings mocking her, the eyes that cut through the unbreathable fabric as they judged her for her inability to control her magic.

When she came to the hideout, she made sure to only bring lightweight, breathable dresses and outfits. Still finery, but nothing like what she was forced to wear back then.

That is where we find her now- struggling in search of something fitting the evening. It wasn’t anything major- she doubted anyone would care if she showed up in her usual outfit. It wasn’t them she was trying to impress.

It was Asta.

Short, dorky, obnoxious Asta.

The guy her heart wanted more than anything else.

She couldn’t tell you exactly when she fell- maybe it was when they first met. Maybe it was the warm hand he offered her that day after saving her life, not an ounce of judgment in those green eyes as he smiled. Maybe it was how ambitious he was, despite his reckless behavior. Maybe…it was just him.

And now here she was struggling to find a dress- something not too flashy but with just enough of an effect to make him pause and really see her.

And maybe…

Grabbing a stray dress, she buried her face in it to muffle a scream, shaking her head rapidly. No! No! Don’t even let that thought enter your mind- he’s Dorksta! He’s loud! He’s annoying! He…might never see her as anything.

The thought made her depressed. She let out another sigh.

“Whoa. Clothes on the ground, you’re sighing- the water jug by your bed is shaking-” Vanessa’s sudden voice cut through Noelle’s internal monologue, startling her so badly said jug began to tip. Hadn’t it been for Vanessa’s threads, the floor would be soaked- adding to the already existing mess of Noelle’s life. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I’m-” There was no lying. Not with Vanessa. Looking up at the older girl, Noelle started to stand, going for some composure. “I…I’m trying to decide on what to wear. Everything's…not right.”

Vanessa only hummed, looking around the room. With a flick of her wrist, all the clothes retreated back to the chess, folded neatly as the lid closed. “I see. Well- that makes two of us.” Noelle blinked, and Vanessa smiled. “I spilled wine on my favorite dress, and I don’t have time to get it clean. You’re in need of a new outfit to impress a boy.” She laughed at the blush spreading over Noelle’s cheeks. “Let’s go shopping!”

“Right now?” The water mage could barely get out before Vanessa took her hand, pulling her out of the room and into the ever changing hallways of the hideout.

“Yes, now! The party starts later tonight! We’ve got to hurry before we’re left to our usual getup.” Vanessa winked, something playful in her eyes as they waltzed out the front door, her broom hovering and ready to go. “Ready to fly?”

Noelle didn’t hesitate, heart swelling. “Yes!”

~~~

Dress shopping turned out harder than expected.

“I don’t know…it just…” Noelle turned to look at herself in the mirror, brows furrowing at the dark blue dress flowing around her knees. It fit perfectly, and the color was rich like the ocean at twilight. It made her hair look like moonlight as it fell loose against the back, but still…something about it felt off.

“That’s alright, we can always try a different one.” Vanessa smiled from her spot nearby, her own dress a deep velvety black that made her look like a dark queen. Noelle loved it on her the instant she stepped out, sealing the deal for the older one.

“I suppose…” Vanessa was too kind to say it, but Noelle’s eyes caught the various rejected dresses piling up beside them in their dressing room. This was the sixth, she guessed? No luck at all. “Maybe I’ll just wear something from home. I’m sorry Vanessa, I feel like I’ve wasted your time.”

“What? Nonsense. I’m having a great time!” Vanessa stood up, her smile dropping into a look of concern at the tears filling the younger girl’s eyes. “Oh Noelle, don’t cry. It’s alright- we’ll find you something to wear.”

“I’m sorry.” She wiped at her face, feeling like a child. It was just a dress- she shouldn’t be so hung up on this. “I don’t know what’s wrong- I just…” She shook her head, more tears falling down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart.” Vanessa came over, hugging the other close as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I know it’s stressful. Trying to find the one thing that will make you feel good but also impress someone you care about.” She reached down and took Noelle’s face in hand, making her look up. “The important thing is the former. If you feel your best, the rest will follow. If there’s anything a boy like Asta likes, it’s seeing a girl like you shining brightly.”

“But I…I don’t feel my best.” Noelle admitted, pinching at the skirt. “I don’t know why- I just don’t.”

“Maybe it’s not the dress or how you look.” Vanessa thought out loud, tapping her chin. “Both you and it are stunning. Hmm…Got it! You know what a good dress needs? A smile.” The witch grinned. “A bright one that helps accentuate the natural beauty within and makes the whole look that much better. Come on, give it a try!”

“A smile…well, okay.” Noelle tried, pulling her lips up in what she hoped to be a convincing smile. It felt tight and wrong- she immediately let it fall. “It didn’t work.”

“That’s because you need the right motivation.” Vanessa was behind her. Before she could react- ten fingers were dancing along her sides, making her jump and squeal. “Here we go- come on; give me a real smile this time.”

“Ah! Ahehahahhahaha! Vanehehehehehehsahahahha!” The water mage tried to bat her hands away, nearly falling to her knees as Vanessa’s nails scratched along her lower ribs, keeping their focus along her waist. “Dohoohohn’t tihihihickle mehehehehe heheheheheere!”

“Not here? Okay, what about here?” Vanessa kept one hand at her waist while the other shot up to her upper ribs, earning a high pitched shriek. “Oo, is this a bad tickle spot for you, hon? What about here?” Her other hand came around to tickle her belly, making Noelle double over. “Aren’t you a cutie.”

“Plehahahahhase, Vanehahhahhhahahasshahahahahha!” Noelle cried, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. Giving up on trying to remain standing, her knees hit the floor as she curled her arms around her torso, giggles and laughs bouncing off the walls around them. God, this was embarrassing- surely someone was going to hear them.

Yet, she really didn’t mind it. Nor did she mind being tickled- it felt rather nice.

“Aww, whatcha doing down there, cutie pie?” Vanessa teased, kneeling beside her with devilish eyes. “Oh, I see what you want now.” Without much warning, Vanessa gently pushed her, grabbing a now exposed leg. “If I recall, you’re rather ticklish along…here.”

“No, VanessAHAHHHHHA!” Noelle shrieked with mirth as the pink haired witch squeezed her calf, her other hand coming up to scribble beneath her knee. “WAHAHHAHAIT NOT THEHEHHEHERE!”

“You know- I’ve always wondered why you wore those leg warmers.” Vanessa spoke with a smile, her touch just light enough to drive the younger girl crazy. “Very cute with your outfit, and effective in hiding your worst tickle spots? Clever girl.” She gave the front of Noelle’s knee a squeeze, nearly getting a kick to the chest. “Whoa, careful now!”

“STAHAHHAHAP IT PLEHAHHAHAHAHHAHSE!” Noelle cried out, face flushed and eyes wet with fresh tears. Her laughter was fading in and out, going near silent when Vanessa dragged her nails down the back of her calf.

“Hehe, alright.” Eventually, the older girl let her be, giggling as Noelle curled in herself like a cat, gasping for breath as she guarded her legs. “Feeling better?”

Noelle tried to glare, but the smile on Vanessa’s lips killed any real annoyance. Her body felt exhausted, but she no longer felt stressed. If anything, she felt relaxed. “I do…alot better, actually.” She sat up, smoothing out her dress. “Is it weird to say thanks?”

“Pfft! Not at all!” Vanessa laughed, reaching out and hugging the other once more. “If anything, I’m just happy to see you smiling again.” Noelle hugged her back, eyes misting over. Vanessa felt like such an older sister to her at that moment.

“Now- shall we keep searching? I think I might have found something while you were trying on that one dress.” Vanessa stood with a smile, gesturing for her to wait as she went to retrieve said outfit. Noelle wiped her face, the smile on her face no longer tight. God, she loved this team.

“Tada!” Vanessa walked back in, presenting the dress. Noelle gasped, a hand to her heart as she took it all in. “Whatcha think? Wanna try it on?”

“Yes…I’d like that very much.” Noelle nodded, standing as she took the garment.

Before long, she had the perfect outfit for the party.

~~~

“There you two are! Took you long enough to show!” Magna greeted them at the door, opening it wide. Beside him, Finral took them in, eyes lingering on Vanessa in speechless awe.

“The best dressed always show up fashionably late.” Vanessa smiled, reaching out and closing Finral’s mouth on her way in. “I’ll take you like the new look, Finral?”

“Love it. You look amazing. Both of you do.” He smiled at them, cheeks dusted as he watched Vanessa head inside. Noelle began to wonder if a wine stain really was the reason why Vanessa wanted a new dress.

“Well, don’t be a stranger- you live here too! Come on- we’ve got cake.” Luck ran up and took Noelle’s hands, pulling her in while she protested.

“Wait! I can get in on my own! You don’t need to-whoa!” She yelped upon crashing into Asta, the other’s cheeks coated in crumbs. “W-Watch it, dorksta!”

“Hehe, sorry Noelle! Luck got to you?” He smiled as he gave her space, eyes widening some. “Oh wow…”

Her dress was a pale blue with soft purple accents, the shirt bellowing at the waist. It was shorter in the front, the panels embroidered with white whirls to look like water. The sleeves were lace, reaching to her elbows before bellowing out to mid forearm. They also had the soft water like design on them. She had her hair down, the long silver locks reaching her lower back- some curling over her shoulder.

“What, did something get on me?” She stammered, cheeks heating.

“Not at all, it’s just…you look really pretty.” He smiled, making her face flush more. “I like your dress.”

Before she could- she didn’t know; swat at him, call him dorksta, faint- Magna threw an arm over his shoulder, dragging him away and back to the party. “Asta! We’ve got potatoes!”

Hage potatoes. Your friend brought them over earlier” Yami called, making the shorter boy speed up, nearly dragging Magna with him. “Hage Potatoes? No way! Oh, be right back Noelle!” Asta called before sprinting to the table.

Noelle pressed her hands to her heart, cheeks red and eyes shimmering. He called her pretty. PRETTY. And he liked her dress.

“Thank you, Vanessa.” She breathed, making a note to send the witch the best wine she could find.

I hope this was good!

#black clover #vanessa enoteca #noelle silva #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #dress shopping #sisterly bonding #crushes and shopping stress #but it all works out in the end

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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 10 months

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18. DRESS SHOPPING

ALANA WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE WEATHER THE NEXT DAY. IT WAS POURING OF RAIN. I found it comforting against my cold skin; no feelings from the rain whatsoever. There was more rain in London than there was in Forks.

We travelled to the London City Centre in the Mercedes with the girls. That was odd to me. I didn't have many friends to go out with. I mean, Bella was my friend. I could tolerate Angela and then there was Jessica. I would say that she was the most annoying one out of the group and easily gets jealous of Edward and Bella being together twenty-four-seven.

Yet I still remember my last night as a human with Bella.

We were hanging out in her bedroom while her dad, Charlie, was out doing his daily shift as chief police.

"I'm not a university sort of person," I said and Bella looked out through the window. She turned around and began walking to me. "I have been told to just get a job, pay your bills and take care of yourself."

She sat down on her chair close to her bed which I laid on. She was looking conflicted. We sat in silence until I spoke. "Something's wrong?"

"No," Bella said, shaking her head. "Why?"

"Well, one, Edward is always with you and two, you keep looking at that window like you're hoping he'll show up in a Mercedes or something." I chuckled.

"I don't think he has a Mercedes," she sighed.

We resumed in silence for a brief moment.

"That's fine," I sighed. "You don't have to talk about it."

"It's nothing," Bella replied. "I mean, it is, but... Okay, you remember Jacob Black?"

I leaned my head back and looked at her. "Oh, okay. Edward's jealous."

"You said it as if it's obvious."

"Well, it is." I rose from her bed and looked at her. "Edward's in love with you and so does Jacob. You love them for different reasons but they don't see it. They don't understand each other. You're in a love triangle, Bella, and they want to be yours forever."

Bella chuckled at the word 'forever'.

"They want to be your number one," I continued. "But in their mind, they want to be the winner. At the end of the day, they're still human."

She sighed when I finished. "You sound like a relationship guru," she said to me. "Yet you've never been in one."

"I watch a lot of daytime television," I replied and we laughed about it.

I could see the irony in that conversation with Bella that last night. Edward was a vampire, not human. And she will spend her life with him forever, in a way. I wondered how Jacob would be during the wedding. Was he even invited? If he was, this would be a lot awkward for him. Watching the girl you love getting married to someone else. It would tear his heart apart. I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't invited.

I watched and heard the rain thumping down on the car as Helena drove. Rhona sat on the passenger seat beside Helena and Alana sat next to me at the back. Kind of reminded me of when the men were when they picked me up from the airport.

"You're getting this deja-vu feeling?" Rhona asked me.

"What?" I turned away from the car window and looked at her.

"Deja-vu?" she repeated. "I was watching your memories and I saw our specific guys in the same sitting positions as we are." Rhona laughed at the end.

"Yeah, exactly," I replied. Then, I wondered about their ages. "How old were you all when you got turned?"

"I was twenty-seven," Helena answered me. "Now I'm two hundred and eighty-two

"Twenty-five," Rhona said next. "Real age, eighty-two."

"And I was twenty-four," Alana replied. "Just turned eighty-three."

I didn't realise how close Alana and Rhona were when it comes to the age and time of the vampiric transformation.

"I'm the baby," I commented. "I'm seventeen and have been a newborn for... how long?"

"Eight months," Helena replied. "You were five months old when you arrived."

"Hey, remembering is my thing," said Rhona and we laughed.

We arrived at the city centre twenty minutes later and Helena parked in the shopping centre car park. We got out of the Mercedes and headed to the shopping centre. There were many shops to choose from: Dress 2 Party, Phase Eight, Suzannah, and more.

The rain wasn't as bad as I thought. It was light showers and the clouds blocked the sun.

"What is it with dresses nowadays?" Helena said.

"I know," Alana replied. "The styling is so confusing."

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Dresses way above the knees," Helena continued. "What has become of women's clothes? I missed my style. Shoulders covered, skirts that touched the floors, the chest that is not too distracting, the fan that I would hold to wave to the men and give them signals."

I completely forgot that we were from different generations.

"How far do you want us to go?" Rhona said. "Do you still want all of us to vote and have equality?"

"She does have a fair point," Alana commented and I couldn't help but laugh.

We had been in the city centre for the past three hours when the sun decided to show up in the sky. We did manage to get the dresses that we like to wear for the wedding.

Helena picked out a red lace dress with a skirt just past her knees with a V-line on her chest and sleeves down to her elbows. She bought herself a pair of red high-heels to go with the dress.

Alana got herself a navy blue dress with a silver cuff on the side. The skirt was above her knees and the sleeves were barely past her elbows. She also got a pair of blue heels for the dress.

Rhona bought a beige dress with puffy sleeves to her wrist, a small opening at the chest and a skirt above her knees. She got a pair of beige heels to wear for the wedding.

And finally, for me, I got a fitted black dress with see-through black sleeves and the skirt was way above my knees. I bought a pair of black pump shoes for the wedding.

And I got to admit, I loved going shopping with them.

We got home before the sun could touch us.

Continue to 19. THE WEDDING

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goofycassie · 11 months

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Here are some photos of Aaliyah planning for the wedding with her girls.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #urban sims #black simblr #ts4 black sims #black sims #black simmer #black simmers #the sims 4 wedding #dress shopping #wedding shopping #cake tasting

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pgmdress · 5 months

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Your Guide to Finding the Perfect Wedding Dress

Learn how to dress for your body shape, discover your unique style with our wedding dress size chart, and find inspiration for your dream wedding dress. Embrace body positivity as you explore beautiful dress shapes for different body types.

#Pgmdress #ball gown wedding dresses #beautiful wedding dress #dream wedding dress #dress for your body type #dress shopping #finding the perfect wedding dress #perfect wedding dress #size chart guide #wedding day #wedding dress size chart

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findingtarshish · 1 year

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“Sul, I know it’s your favorite, but I really don’t think green is my color,” Anomaly said with a frown as her partner held another verdant gown up to her. Her frown deepened as Sulaya sighed and handed the dress off to one of Anomaly’s tendrils. The fleshy tentacle swiftly deposited it back on the rack.

“We agreed we would wear each other’s colors!” Sulaya protested. “Besides, it’s not like anyone will mess with you at this ball. I don’t think red looks good on me either, but—“

“Nonsense. Everything looks good on you.”

The dark elf gave her a patronizing look. “The point is, we have to find something green that you like!”

“I like lots of green things. Most of them are you,” Anomaly said. “But the color just doesn’t suit me.”

Sulaya picked up one final option. “Well, this one is mostly black. I can’t imagine you’d say no to this.” Before her girlfriend could protest, she held it up to her. The dress itself was a simple black gown, but wrapped around it was a shimmering green shawl. It was edged with black lace, and stitched with patterns of dragons swirling through clouds. “Try this one on? Last one, I promise. If you don’t like it, we’ll figure out something else.” She gave her partner her most irresistible pleading eyes.

Anomaly sighed, but she took the dress nonetheless, and stepped behind the changing divider. Once the garment was on, she had to admit, it looked good. She made to step out into the room, but after a moment’s hesitation, she slipped on a pair of black heels and a tsavorite necklace to complement the look. She combed her fingers through her hair, urging the pigmentation to change, and her red highlights turned green. “Oh, and one more finishing touch,” Anomaly whispered with a smile. She ran her fingers along the tops of her ears, and they lengthened and turned to sharp points.

She stepped out from behind the divider, Sulaya’s mouth feel open. “Wow,” she gasped. “You look— that’s— just... wow.” The elf’s cheeks and the tips of her ears were burning a bright red that she knew her face paint could not conceal.

Anomaly stepped forward and placed a hand firmly on Sulaya’s lower back. deftly catching her swooning companion “This one’s not bad,” she whispered in her piked ear. Sulaya had to agree.

#Anomaly and Sulaya #oc #oc posting #dress shopping

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