#Idris Starlight

[simmer-pea]

They’re ploting something...

#100 baby challenge #sims 4 100 baby challenge #100 baby challenge gen1 #the sims 4 #TS4 #the sims gameplay #Hilda Starlight #Idris Starlight

[fuschia-everything]

OK so thoughts on mlp: make your mark chapter 6....

isle of scaly / roots of all evil

isle of scaly was cool! kind forgettable compared to everything else but i liked the dragons more than i thought i would and spike was a surprising addition even though i found the idris elba sounding voice to be more than a little distracting haha

roots of all evil was amazing. i think make your mark is at it's best when it's not afraid to up the stakes and opaline's arc finally concluding really did that for me. misty finally standing up for herself was very satisfying as well and i'm glad they at least kinda addressed her trauma.

seriously just the line delivery on "i can feel it in my hooves, see it in my mind" gave me CHILLS, just that entire scene was emotionally charged and the voice acting is amazing.

you could argue that the magic with the love pendant is contrived, "deus ex magica" and all that but it feels very earned in this case. ultimately sunny had faith in friendship above all else, to the very end, and THAT'S what made it work.

secrets of starlight

the new settings and characters were really cool and it's certainly a good setup for the next arc but to be honest i didn't like it as much, i think i'll just need more time with the characters. especially comet.

comet is good and all but i hope he stays more of a side character than a 7th member of the group. we JUST met him keep in mind so he could end up with a really good arc (like starlight in g4 who ended up being one of my favorites, they absolutely TEASED us with that episode title btw) also he's VERY trans coded haha

and hasbro stole my sona's name i demand financial compensation /j

tell your tale episodes 67 & 68

thought i'd throw these in since i JUST watched them about 10 minutes ago. not much to say on rise & fall besides the fact i'm impressed on how decently they summarized roots of all evil haha

crystal ball was neat but again i just think i'm gonna need more time with the starlight ridge and it's characters to really be sold on it for the next arc

also the animation in tell your tale keeps getting better, i'm into it. i used to hate the art style but it's grown on me and these episodes are pretty good for weekly releases

final thoughts

chapter 6 is pretty damn great and i think roots of all evil ESPECIALLY is peak g5. i knew my faith in make your mark was not unwarranted, it just had a slow start.

#fizzy thoughts #long post #mlp #mlp g5 #mlp g5 spoilers

[revenant-coining]

heyyyyyyyy :33333 could I request names and pronouns for the following themes, with masc leans?

ethereal/fantasy

space/celestial

nature

here ya go !

Ethereal / Fantasy Names: Aetherius, Archer, Artemis, Astrid, Devlin, Florian, Gaisu, Genesis, Idris, Lucian / Lucien, Lyric, Moriah, Phoenix, Remus, Roux, Torin, and Zanthe

Space / Celestial Names: Altair, Astra, Astro, Astrum, Caelus, Callisto, Castor, Coeles, Comet, Cosmos / Cosmo, Orion, Sideralis / Sidereus / Sidereal, Sidus, Sirius, and Stello

Nature Names: Alder, Arbor, Aspen, Aster, Cedar, Elm, Forest, Lotus, Lucus, Lupin, Mallow, Vis, and Willow

Ethereal / Fantasy 3rdpp:

archer/archer/archers/archers/archerself

astrid/astrid/astrids/astrids/astridself

genesi/genesi/genesis/genesis/genesiself

lyric/lyric/lyrics/lyrics/lyricself

phoenix/phoenix/phoenixs/phoenixs/phoenixself

light/light/lights/lights/lightself

lux/lux/luxs/luxs/luxself

delicate/delicate/delicates/delicates/delicateself

kind/kind/kinds/kinds/kindself

love/love/loves/loves/loveself

tranquil/tranquil/tranquils/tranquils/tranquilself

calm/calm/calms/calms/calmself

ethereal/ethereal/ethereals/ethereals/etherealself

Space / Celestial 3rdpp:

astra/astra/astras/astras/astraself

astro/astro/astros/astros/astroself

comet/comet/comets/comets/cometself

cosmo/cosmo/cosmos/cosmos/cosmoself

star/star/stars/stars/starself

starlight/starlight/starlights/starlights/starlightself

star/light/stars/lights/starlightself

stardust/stardust/stardusts/stardusts/stardustself

star/dust/stars/dusts/stardustself

celeste/celeste/celestes/celestes/celesteself

🌌/🌌/🌌s/🌌s/🌌self

☄️/☄️/☄️s/☄️s/☄️self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙s/🌙self

⭐/⭐/⭐s/⭐s/⭐self

💫/💫/💫s/💫s/💫self

🪐/🪐/🪐s/🪐s/🪐self

Nature 3rdpp:

forest/forest/forests/forests/forestself

fern/fern/ferns/ferns/fernself

willow/willow/willows/willows/willowself

mallow/mallow/mallows/mallows/mallowself

lupin/lupin/lupins/lupins/lupinself

brook/brook/brooks/brooks/brookself

cedar/cedar/cedars/cedars/cedarself

🌱/🌱/🌱s/🌱s/🌱self

🌿/🌿/🌿s/🌿s/🌿self

☘️/☘️/☘️s/☘️s/☘️self

🌲/🌲/🌲s/🌲s/🌲self

🌳/🌳/🌳s/🌳s/🌳self

#mogai-sunflowers #name list #pronoun list #long post #🪼 requests #category: lists #category: name lists #category: pronoun lists

[crisispider]

GOOD MORNING LITTLE STARLIGHTS!!!

I have returned once more to spend all day here with you guys, I hope you are all ready for some Peter Shenanigans because I have a mighty need!!

Now of course just because we are planning to have fun doesn't mean you can skip on your self care!! Take breaks! Drink water! Eat a little snack! Do things that make you happy & help calm your mind. You deserve it.

Now everyone, take a deeeeeeep breath and find yourself a reflective surface. (Or don't whatever makes it most comfy) and say out loud to yourself.

"Spider-Man thinks I am really cool, creative, and FUCKING beautiful, and Spider-Man is ALWAYS right."

(No he will not be taking criticism on this, it's fact. IT'S FACT!)

Peter's Morning Vibes: DANCE OFF by MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS Ft. Idris Elba Is Mel stoned?: Surprisingly no! But I'm about to fix that. Plans: Shenanigans are MAIN GOAL, followed by sinday, memes, & drafts Mel's Birthday Countdown: 6 Days

#I MEAN IT! YOU BETTER SAY IT AT YOURSELF! #YOU BETTER!! #PETER WILL KNOW IF YOU DIDN'T #THEN EVERYONE WILL ALL KNOW THAT YOU HATE PETER PARKER #and honestly that's a decision on u bro #i'm joking we love all of you so much uwu #[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → Big Himbo Energy [ OOC ]

[trevlad-sounds]

Tuesday 12 December Mixtape 404 “Hollow Procession EXCLUSIVE”

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Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

Timothy Fife-The Procession 00:31

Time Rival-Substrate 06:33

Birds-Ritualistic Healing 08:50

The Home Current-False Shelter 14:20

Pabellón Sintético-Radioactivity 18:04

HHNOI-Soft Walls 22:05

Caught In Joy-You + Me = Magic 26:14

David Slowing-DADACECE 32:19

Deadly Avenger-Sadness Apart 36:55

The Starlights-Mao Man 39:04

Ogre, Dallas Campbell-Opening Credits 41:33

2xirtam-Reflected World 43:27

Kösmonaut-Caramel Sky 50:31

World Molecules-WALKING HOME IN A SNOW STORM 53:29

Wojciech Golczewski-She Comes 57:27

Patrick Cowley, Jeanie Tracy-Low Down Dirty Rhythm 1:00:57

Holy Hive-Love It Is Not Love 1:08:39

The Eyes and the Mistoids-Aleph-Null 1:12:10

Moskva-Kassiopeya-Prophecy 1:17:47

Remote Guest List-Turkana 1:22:19

Disasterpeace-Falling to Earth 1:29:18

Gy0-Death Is Real 1:29:37

Monokle-Ultraflowers 1:36:57

Abu Ama + BedouinDrone-Idris 1:42:04

Glenn Fallows, Mark Treffel-Calico Suite 1:48:31

Tarotplane-Coming Of The Comet Kohoutek 1:52:19

SPARKLE DIVISION-Foxy 1:54:36

Dark Fidelity Hi Fi-Suburban Hollow 1:57:46

#Timothy Fife #Lighten Up Sounds #Time Rival #Triplicate Records #The Home Current #WFR SubClub #Werra Foxma Records #Birds #Höga Nord Rekords #Pabellón Sintético #HHNOI #Modularfield #Caught In Joy #David Slowing #Mystery Circles #Deadly Avenger #Lakeshore Records #The Starlights #Finders Keepers Records #Ogre #Dallas Campbell #2xirtam #Carpe Sonum Records #_Nyquist #Kösmonaut #Patrick R. Pärk #Black Tempel Pyrämid #Teeth Of Glass #World Molecules #EM Force records

[ave-atque-vale-herondale]

On the other side, a green lawn sloped down to the Herondale manor, a pile of white and tawny stone. The grass was sparkling with dew under the starlight and starred with the white flowers that grew only in Idris.

“And that constellation right there, that’s the Rabbit. See how it has ears?” It was Jace’s voice. He and Clary were sitting in the grass, shoulder to shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and Clary was in her nightgown, Jace’s jacket around her shoulders. Jace was pointing at the sky.

- Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

#tmi #tsc #the mortal instruments #jace herondale #clace #clary fairchild #jace lightwood #jace wayland #tda #the dark artifices #the shadowhunter chronicles #Lady Midnight #lauren loves tsc #wow this murdered me #I was not expecting soft clace in this flashback #not to mention Emma meeting Jem <3

[mourningcandles]

1, 7, 9 for wip meme! :D

1. 🦈 Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

Right now I'm working on "A Brittle Thing of Frost", which I posted on AO3 because I had approximately 5 chapters complete out of 7 and felt the need to pressure myself into finishing. This did not work; I now have stage fright. I am also working on a fic that I've had for just shy of two years yet still has no title. For your sake I shall tentatively name it "Behind Silver & Gold", because I love metaphors involving gilding.

7. 🖍 Post any sentence from your wip

The light that came through the windows was a dim false starlight, rendering Furnace nothing but a silhouette, an empty space left by that which had already gone.

9. 🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I'd really like to write a fic about the negotiations which decide the fate of Iris Audley, Idris Peters' Daughter, Returned. How does one come to terms with losing the one they love a second time? How does one manage to do it willingly? After everything that has happened, who can they trust with their daughter and who can their daughter trust? Certainly not them.

#OC: Idris Peters #OC: Iris Audley #and Furnace is there for a minute but I'm not tagging her

[vierss-herondale]

This whole scene lives rent free in my head:

The Dark Artifices, Lady Midnight ~Cassandra Clare:

“On the other side, a green lawn sloped down to the Herondale manor, a pile of white and tawny stone. The grass was sparkling with dew under the starlight and starred with the white flowers that grew only in Idris.

“And that constellation right there, that’s the Rabbit. See how it has ears?” It was Jace’s voice. He and Clary were sitting in the grass, shoulder to shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and Clary was in her nightgown, Jace’s jacket around her shoulders. Jace was pointing at the sky.

“I’m pretty sure there’s no Rabbit constellation,” Clary said. She hadn’t changed as much as Jace had in the past years—she was still slight, her red hair bright as Christmas, her small face freckled and thoughtful. She had her head against Jace’s shoulder.

“Sure there is,” he said, and as the starlight touched his pale curls, Emma felt a faint flutter of her old crush. “And that one there, that’s the Hubcap. And there’s the Great Pancake.”

“I’m going back inside,” Clary said. “I was promised an astronomy lesson.”

“What? Sailors used to navigate by the Great Pancake,” said Jace, and Clary shook her head and started to stand up. Jace grabbed her ankle and she laughed and tumbled over on top of him, and then they were kissing and Emma froze, because what had been a casual moment, one she could have interrupted with a friendly hello, had suddenly become something else.

Jace rolled over on top of Clary in the grass. She had her arms wrapped around him, her hands in his hair. His jacket had fallen off her shoulders and the straps of her nightgown were sliding down her pale arms.

Clary was laughing and saying his name, saying maybe they should go back inside, and Jace kissed her neck. Clary gasped and Emma heard him say, “Remember the Wayland manor? Remember that time outside?”

“I remember.” Her voice was low and throaty.

“I didn’t think I could have you,” Jace said. He was propped over Clary on his elbows, tracing the line of her cheek with his finger. “It was like being in Hell. I would have done anything for you. I still would.”

Clary flattened her hand against his chest, over his heart, and said, “I love you.”

He made a noise, a very un-Jace-like noise, and Emma jerked herself away from the gate and ran back toward the Blackthorn house.”

#I don't know I just think it's such a cute Clace moment #clace #jace and clary #clary and jace #jace herondale #clary fray #clary fairchild #clary herondale #jace lightwood #jace wayland #jace lightwood herondale #the mortal instruments #tmi #tsc #the shadowhunters chronicles #cazadores de sombras #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #the dark artifices #lady midnight #tda #tmi gang #emma carstairs #vierssherondale

[petrichor-musings]

Names!

Now with MUSIC NAMES! (& half a dozen others)

I finally took the time to edit this list & get it in a presentable order. Not alphabetized, because that’s boring, but sorted by what kind of names they are. Hopefully that helps!!

Also I’m sorry if this post is ridiculously long, i have no idea how to make a “Keep Reading” thing. Edit: figured it out! thanks @apolloendymion

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I hoard names I like, not necessarily names that I’ll use for myself, but names I think are interesting. Anyone is welcome to take a name for themselves, members of their system, pets, OCs, characters, whatever they need!

Types of names included: Birds, Space, Colors, Trees, Plants, Earth, Word-names, names of gods & legends, names from books & stories, names from my ancestry, & a bunch of other names (mostly old or foreign names) that didn’t fit elsewhere!

Also, if you like these names, check back every few months, as I update this list!

-Birds Corvie/Corvus/Corvid/Corvin Enca Mellori Pinyon/Pinion Steller Tuft Pica Avia/Avian/Vian Tawny Byrd/Byrdie Phoenix Lark, Larks- Jay/Jaye Wren Robyn/Robin

-Space & Physics Messier Cosmo Sterrenacht Altaire Star/Starlight Arcturus Eridanus Lyra Polaris Rigel Orion Sagittarius (Sadge for short) Alcor Fermion (Fermie for short) Lepton/Lepto Meson Anya (short for Anyon or Anion) Lux(e) Nyx/Nox Andromeda/Andromache Castor Wander Luniel Nocturn(e) Selene

-Music Lyric Crescendo Iona Doria/Dorian Lydia/Lydian Aeolia/Aeolian Locria/Locrian

-Colors Indigo Saffron Indigo Vermilion Viridian Cerulean Azure/Azura/Adora/Azul Sapphire Cobalt Skye/Skylar Hue Onyx Violet Ivory

-Trees Aspen Rowan Hazel Alder Willow Acacia Oak

-Plants Sage Cayenne Lichen Moss(y) Orchid Hedera Helix Xylem Sprig Floral/Floran Fern Thistle or Tilly for short Rosemary Violet Thorn Azalea/Azzy

-Earth Taiga Tundra Abyssal Marsh Bog Alpine Fjord Veld Feldspar Agate Heliodor Dune Sphalerie/Sphene (short for Sphalerite) Vitreous/Vitruvius/Vitruveous

-Words Stormy Coda Haven Voidling Absynthe Naissance Puissance Petrichor Vellichor Mimry Nell Jazz Quill August Monday Winter Jinx Autumn Spark Cambrian Fox Nary

-Gods & Legends Freya/Frey/Freye/Freyne Nim/Nym Grimwald/Grimvald Lugh Oberon Herne Aine Aoife/Aoifa Lir/Lyr Morrigan Tuatha Danu Fae/Fay/Faun Woden/Odin Aeneas Gwydion Cade/Caede Bram/Brahm Aoife Asir/Aesir Merlin/Myrrdin Linore/Lenore Alector/Alecto Glydwr Gwynned Leif Arisla Aéron or Aérin

-Books & Stories Bronwyn Antsel/Ansel Abhorsen Clariel Myrdal Virilidaine or Daine for short Yvonne Juno Arlo Kell Jax Geth(e) Jayce Idris Abraxas Aster Asi Emrys Rafferty Emory Alaric Vera Alyss

-Ancestry Arvid Vernik or Wernich Svyde Vanylven Rasmus Bjorn Eloise Magnus Carolius Rangvald Jean-Marie Dagmar Marius Martildus Nekoline

-Other names Asa Beau Elowyn Silv- Nicodemus Johan(nes) Amos Silas Llewellyn/Llywellyn (hloo-ellen) Eoin Leroy Catriona Sullivan/Sulliman Barnaby Theodore Eamon Giuseppe Taryn Cailin (Colleen) Lilly/Lily Felix Taran Fea Finley/Finnegan Raevyn Raelyn Lucienne/Lucianne Alastor or Alistair Ajax Eryx Damon Evander Leander Winona Soren/Sorin/Sorine Lyn/Lin Mellan Rai/Ray Torben Linariel Lyna(e) Lynde Lynnea Leander Embry Enfys Pim/Pym Linden

#names #trans names #oc names #mogai friendly #name hoard #nonbinary #petrichor musings

[badlesmisimaginesofficial]

shoutout to @shellcollector for suggesting the mentioned musicals!

Imagine...

'I have a problem, Y/N,' your boyfriend, Tom Hooper,  announces, midway through your weekly Saturday date.

'Oh?' you say, making your tone vaguely enquiring.

'Why, are you saying you have not noticed?' he demands, in the tone of some annoyance. 'Have you not realised how my hair has grown lacklustre, my countenance dim, my very bearing infused with a weariness of spirit hitherto unexperienced by my wonderful self?'

'You have seemed kind of tired lately,' you agree. 'What is it?'

'I am listless,' he admits. 'I am untethered, a ship bobbing among the waves with no harbour light to guide it home. I need a project, Y/N. I've had success in the past - Les Miserablés won Oscars, and CATS changed the face of modern cinema. I need...another musical to adapt.'

That gets your attention. 'You could do so much,' you practically purr. 'Why, there are dozens of musicals just clamouring for a live-action movie. Oh, you could do Avenue Q with CGI, with the puppets made into people!'

'Yes! That sort of thing exactly!' the light is returning to Hooper's eyes. 'It will be hard to outdo CATS, but I need a visual spectacle unlike any anyone has ever seen. It must shake the audience to their very core. I'd hoped that an unsettlingly naked feline Idris Elba would do the trick, but people have moved on with their lives. I must create something that they cannot escape, so that when they close their eyes at night they may see it swimming before them.'

You wrack your brain desperately for a suitable musical. You'd thought that the suggestion of Avenue Q was pretty good, but clearly he needs something that goes beyond even that.

And then it comes to you, in a flash of divine inspiration. It's incredible you hadn't thought of it earlier, when Andrew Lloyd Webber is your favourite composer.

'Tommy,' you say, laying a hand on his arm. 'How about Starlight Express? It ticks all the boxes - it's by Andy ! - and it's about trains! Think of the visual effects; the shining metallic yet humanoid bodies!'

'Yes! Oh, you are brilliant, Y/N!' he seizes your hand, almost crushing it in his fervour. 'Starlight Express is perfect. It is performed on rollerskates, is it not? With the powers of modern CGI we could graft the skates to the actors feet, so that their toes themselves are the wheels-'

You have lost him, now, you can tell, his mind fully occupied with the possibilities of this project. You have never minded, though; it is a common side effect of dating a genius. You're quite happy to sit on the sidelines and be his muse, with the payoff of seeing the project come to fruition.

#badlesmisimagines #tom hooper x reader

[whiteheartlight]

felt like posting a random snippet of some of my longer writinggggg so here you are

.

He looks like Nikila and that, he thinks, is what he hates about him the most.

It's sort of cruel, really, because people say shit like “if you live long enough you will learn to see the same eyes in different people,” and he supposes he's lived so long now that he has to see this, the worst thing of all – some kind of cosmic replacement for his sister, his heart, his old friend. Because Nikila and Kopaka have the same eyes, somewhere beneath all the frost and anger Kopaka carries around. Kopaka has eyes just like her.

He guesses that's why they fight so much, although he's not really sure. In the moment, he always knows why he's screaming at him or sneering that he doesn't know what he's talking about while Pohatu watches on with an expression torn somewhere between confusion and irritation, and when Kopaka snaps back that he's a reckless fool it just heats up whatever is boiling in Lesovikk's stomach. But right now, just lying in their one beam of starlight, he doesn't know why he exploded on him the last time, or the time before that, or the time before that. They should be allies right now. But fuck, he hates that about him – hates those eyes looking at him.

Hates that he's so beautiful right now, asleep on the other side of the cell, quiet and exhausted, curled against the wall. His great white wings spread out behind him, the feathers torn and burned. Lesovikk gazes at him, mouth taut. She used to sleep like that. Ferocious all day and then cuddled up like a kid who never did anything wrong while she slept. She used to have bad dreams and shift closer to him. Just to him, never their brothers or sisters. Kopaka nightmares too these days. His face contorts with pain for a second, his pale mouth parting, and he calls out, just whispering: “Pohatu. Pohatu?”

Lesovikk sighs, sitting up again. At least Kopaka, when he is awake, has that comfort – the knowledge that he made sure Pohatu went home, even if the two of them ended up stuck here. Honestly, if Lesovikk were alone here, it wouldn't matter much. If Kestora decides to kill him, fine. Sarda and Idris will miss him, but they'll be okay. Kopaka, though – Kopaka has a family. Not to mention that there are so few Ice Toa left.

Kopaka has to go home. Like Pohatu did. Even if it means Lesovikk gets left behind. Too bad Kestora fucked up the transporter about five seconds after Pohatu got through it. He wonders how much that killed the Stone Toa – ending up back home and then turning around with a smile on his face, waiting for his brother and Lesovikk to come after him, but then – well, no one came. Lesovikk hopes he's okay back in the wrecked remnant of their world. He hopes he made it home to his other siblings and that some part of him knows Kopaka is still alive.

“Pohatu,” Kopaka repeats, softer, softer. “Pohatu.”

“Kopaka,” calls Lesovikk. “Wake up, you're just dreaming.”

But he doesn't wake. Too tired from the things Kestora is putting him through. But when she's here, he's just as ferocious as he was the first day they met her. Biting his teeth and snarling at her. Nikila would have done the same thing.

The door to their prison clangs and Lesovikk straightens, narrowing his eyes and smiling at the door. “Speak of Karzahni.”

“Very funny,” answers Kestora. “Give me the angel.”

“He's tired. Leave him alone.”

Kopaka's eyes are sliding open, filled with hatred for her from the moment he's awake. He says nothing and does not move, glaring at her from that curled-up ball of anger. One wing twitches.

“You want me to have you instead?” she asks, stalking forward.

“Sure,” replies Lesovikk, tilting his chin up. “Let's go. I'm not scared of you.”

“Liar,” whispers Kestora, smirking at him. “You Toa all talk so big. So long since I got a live one in here, but you two are just like every other of your kind who came through here. Watch your goddamn mouth, Toa of Wind, or I might decide to do the same thing to you that I did to that fat little Onu-Matoran who was trailing around with you.”

Lesovikk flinches, turning away. He wouldn't mind dying if he were alone, no. But Kopaka's here. And for all that the Ice Toa does, in fact, talk a big game, and for all that they fight, well – Lesovikk can barely survive this place with a companion. He doesn't know what he and Kopaka would do if they lost each other.

“Get up, little reaper,” says Kestora, grabbing Kopaka's arm. Lesovikk sees him clamp down on a groan of pain. His arm is broken from the elbow down and movement can't help. Kestora grabs him by the collar when he won't get on his feet for her and Lesovikk hears him choke.

“Get off him,” says Lesovikk, standing up unsteadily. Oh, his body hurts. He'd kill for something to eat too. Of course, if he had any way to kill Kestora or her little minions, he probably would have done that for nothing at all. Damn the Code.

“What are you going to do?” asks Kestora, dragging Kopaka to his feet. “Huh? With your power all bound up and your body halfway to joining the rest of the corpses tucked away in the closets?”

Lesovikk grips at the collar on his throat, eyes bitter. He had asked her once how she managed to contain his and Kopaka's powers, but all she had done was look him in the eye and said: “You can kill just parts of a person.”

He hates her.

“I think I'll find a way, one of these days,” says Lesovikk, advancing on her. “I think I'll find a way to burn this whole star down.”

Kestora just laughs. Lesovikk jerks forward as she pulls Kopaka out of the cell, but the Ice Toa pins him with a dark look.

“I'll be back soon,” says Kopaka, finally moving with her, following her out of the cage. “Just – don't get hurt worse.”

“You brat,” hisses Lesovikk. “You think it's any easier for me to – to watch?”

Kopaka flips him off, and then he's gone.

“Fucker,” snaps Lesovikk. “Motherfucker. I hate him.”

He hates parts of him, yes, but overall, he thinks what he hates most is that he's starting to love him too.

“Sorry, sister,” he mutters, sinking back down against the wall. “Hope you don't hate me for this. Not being able to save you you would forgive me for, but making eyes at an Ice Toa? Ouch.”

He talks to her sometimes, just when he's up here. He didn't used to. Didn't believe in that sort of thing. But when he asked Kopaka why he has started leaving his Akaku abandoned in the corner of their cell, Kopaka turned away from him and murmured:

“There are so many bodies in the walls.”

So Lesovikk supposes that Nikila is with him in more ways than one now, and he doesn't blame Kopaka for the fact that he won't wear his mask, or for the way that sometimes, in his sleep, he cries out: “No, I don't want to die here. I'm scared to rot away. The air smells like corpses. Pohatu, where are you?”

Their one beam of starlight fades away as the bodies of the sky move the same way they always do, and Lesovikk is left lying in his prison, alone.

#as a warning this has some vaguely implied romantic feelings if you don't like that #lesovikk #kopaka #white light writes

[simmer-pea]

Idris’s already aging up :,)

#100 baby challenge #sims 4 100 baby challenge #100 baby challenge gen1 #the sims 4 #TS4 #The Sims 4 Gameplay #Andromeda Starlight #Idris Starlight

[delicatetaylorsversion]

Thank you for tagging me Heidi @dearjohnrerecorded 💖

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! put your music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

Taylor Swift, Idris Elba - Macavity

Nintendo - Dreamy Somnom Labyrinth (Mario & Luigi: Dream Team Bros)

Taylor Swift - Starlight

Taylor Swift - Better Than Revenge

Michael Jackson - Billie Jean

Taylor Swift - 'tis the damn season

Taylor Swift - Come Back... Be Here

Taylor Swift - I Know Places

Queen - Don't Stop Me Now

Katy Perry - Part Of Me

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[sh-rare-pair-exchange]

Share The Moon/Share The Sun

A Clizzy fanmix and fic for @ivi-under-the-stars​​ as part of the @sh-rare-pair-exchange​. (You mentioned a fondness for Maryse/Jocelyn as well as the Clizzy, so I hope you enjoy this Maryse POV, half reminiscing on the past, half hoping for the future.)

Share The Moon (music) [youtube / spotify]

Share the Sun (fic) [AO3]

It’s Maryse’s favorite time of day in the Institute, late enough in the morning most of the overnight shifts have settled, early enough the day shifts haven’t really gotten going yet, light pouring in through the stained glass, almost everything still peaceful, still quiet.

Almost.

Someone’s in the training room.

Maryse leans against the door frame as she looks in, swallowing the urge to smile. She doesn’t call out, doesn’t interrupt, but nonetheless it says something about their focus that neither of the young women training notice her. Maryse isn’t sure they’d notice a pitched battle in the hallway, and the thought makes her smile break partially free, one side of her mouth quirking up despite her best intentions.

They’re not actually training, not really, their time together a thing of beauty, of joy rather than duty. They’re well past anything educational or instructional, clearly playing more than anything else, the bright sound of their laughter echoing almost as loudly as the clack of their staves when they hit, louder than the soft scrapes and slides of their feet against the floor; softer than the thud when one of them lands flat on her back, her breath knocked out of her for a moment before she’s ready to go again, a brief clasp of hands all it takes to get her back up, bouncing up onto the balls of her feet, equal parts impatience and delight.

It’s more and more obvious each day how much young Clarissa takes after her mother. Her stance is even similar, bringing up the ghosts of old memories from when Maryse was as young as they were, though Maryse didn’t think she’d ever let herself enjoy that youth, couldn’t remember ever laughing the way they were. Couldn’t remember ever letting her guard down that far, not even around people she’d thought she’d trusted, thought she’d lov—

Maryse swallows, wonders what story Jocelyn had used to train her daughter in some of the basics, without ever giving away why. Clary’s not the fastest fighter, nor the flashiest, but she’s determined, light enough on her feet to keep going, no matter how many times Izzy scores a point or almost knocks her down. Good enough to score a few points of her own, to sweep Izzy’s staff where she wants it so she can press her advantage, Izzy’s delighted smile at the move even brighter than the morning sun through the windows.

And oh, how Isabelle reminds Maryse of herself all those years ago, so clearly captivated by the way the sunlight shines in the flame-bright hair of a Fairchild. Maryse recognizes it, how her daughter turns towards the bright spark of Clary’s attention just like Maryse had always turned toward Jocelyn.

Not that Maryse had realized it back then. It wouldn’t have been safe to admit, even to herself, that she didn’t fall into the Circle because of Valentine’s crusade, that it hadn’t been his words that had “saved” her, that had brought her into a new cause, into a family that she had believed in, had known would stand around her just as she stood with them, a family that would, she’d thought, be there for her more than her own ever had. (A family that had banded together for all the wrong reasons, desperation and grief and resentment, a family that Valentine would destroy if they betrayed him, but they’d thought themselves a family nonetheless, had been a family of sorts, them against the rest of the world.)

Maryse’s brother Max had abandoned Idris for his mundane, and her parents had turned away from their young daughter, and no one had trusted a Trueblood, not any more, the name the worst sort of irony in anyone else’s mouth.

Until Jocelyn.

Jocelyn, who said her name easily, who had met Maryse’s eyes without flinching, whose hair flamed red-gold in the sunlight, as gorgeous as any halo, who would spar with Maryse without rolling her eyes or muttering under her breath, who listened when Maryse spoke.

(Whose skin had shone as beautiful as starlight under the Alicante streetlights, but who had never laughed, not like Clary did, not like Isabelle. Jocelyn had always been too serious, the weight of her husband’s regard too heavy upon her shoulders to let her relax, to let her enjoy… anything. Despite all the time Maryse had spent watching Jocelyn, she hadn’t ever realized it, recognized it, and she couldn’t help but wonder how different things might have been if she had. They’d all deserved better than Valentine, Jocelyn most of all.)

It had never been for Valentine, Maryse’s loyalty, even though it was to him she’d sworn her oaths, even though it was him she’d followed as he fell.

But then Jocelyn had fled, without a word or a hint to anyone she couldn’t trust, anyone she thought was loyal to her husband, and Maryse had realized how far she was from anywhere she’d ever wanted to be.

Even if it had taken another twenty years before she truly changed direction.

But now she’s here, watching the way Izzy’s hands linger when she adjusts Clary’s stance, the way Clary’s cheeks flush at the contact, the way Izzy’s breath catches between words, the way Clary watches the lines of light and shadow across Izzy’s body.

They’re both so far gone, and so very bad at hiding it. It burns in Maryse’s chest, fizzy and sparking like champagne, the relief that she’d failed to teach her daughter how to hide something like this, even if Izzy’s apparently not quite ready to act on it.

Maryse suspects young Clarissa will crack first, will show Isabelle her sketchbook, the one that’s almost exclusively of Isabelle, the one she closes with a flush whenever anyone else notices her using it. Or maybe Clary will drag Izzy out for coffee, for breakfast after a patrol, will let her fingers linger so long against the curl of Isabelle’s snake bracelet or the warmth of her skin that even Izzy can’t fail to realize what they neither of them seem to know how to say.

Or perhaps Izzy will take after her brother, will realize one day that she’s been waiting too long, will grab Clary and pull her close and kiss her, show her all the things she’s feeling rather than risking words.

Maryse shakes her head, and closes her eyes with a sigh. She feels like she’s intruding, and she slips away again, careful not to let her steps tap too loudly against the floor, though she doubts she’d manage to distract them even if she stomped. There’s nothing more important to either of them than each other right now.

Her smile widens into a grin; she’s so proud of her children she could burst. They’ll never make the same mistakes she did, and she couldn’t be happier for them.

#shrarepairexchange #sh rare pair gift exchange #shrarepair2021 #ivi-under-the-stars

[roses-and-grimoires]

A few small packages find their way to Idristan's door, one blustery afternoon. Contained within the first is a very rare bottle of fine brandy, rumored to be one of a dozen in entire world. In the second, a box of varied chocolates, white, dark, milk. And in the third? A tiny teddy bear, complete with knitted outfit. The card reads, "Merry Starlight, Idris. Love, Marius."

“Oh?”

Idristan’s lips curve into a small smile as he picks up the handful of parcels that had arrived at his door. Laying them out on the table, he pauses for a moment to admire the bright wrapping paper. Then he picks up the smallest of the boxes and, after giving it a small, experimental shake, proceeds to tear off the paper. As he opens the box, his eyes widen as he realizes what, exactly, was contained within.

“Well, now,” he remarks as he tugs out the bottle and turns it in his hands, admiring it, breath catching as he realizes what, exactly, was scrawled in handsome script on the label. “You shouldn’t have... though I am quite glad you did.” He sets the brandy carefully, almost reverently to one side--that would have to be saved for a very special occasion--then starts to tackle the rest of the boxes.

The sight of the chocolates all but confirm his growing suspicions about whom had sent these particular presents. He considers them for a moment, then smirks a little and reaches out to pop one of the milk chocolates into his mouth before closing the lid and setting that to one side as well. For later. There was still one present.

He tilts his head to one side as he studies it--it was a rather odd shape--then he carefully starts to unwrap it. And, as he catches sight of a furry snout, breaks into a surprised laugh.

“Fury take it Marius,” he says, but there is warmth and affection in the words as he finishes unwrapping the bear. The note that flutters to the table only confirms his suspicions. Exhaling a soft sigh and shaking his head, smiling all the while, he places the bear in a place of honor next to the small starlight tree. Then he turns back towards the bedroom.

“Caedh! There are some chocolates here, if you’d like them.” He then wanders off to find a very safe spot for that brandy.

#pocket-panda #marius vieremont #idristan agache #with mention of #Caedrian Balethorn #The Raven

[dailydeathinparadise]

Note: This article is from 2016

Glorious sunshine, a Caribbean island and a never-ending supply of grisly murders.

With nearly eight million loyal viewers Death In Paradise has become one of TV’s biggest dramas - a phenomenon for BBC1. Yet star Danny John-Jules reveals the show nearly never made it onto television at all, after it took nearly five years for a channel to snap it up.

Danny’s convinced the reason for the delay was a very disturbing one.

“Believe me, there were nerves in high places,” reveals actor Danny, who has played one of the show’s leading characters, police officer Dwayne Myers, since the start. 

“Even though the lead was a white guy it was a huge undertaking at the time to have so many black people on screen in a prime-time slot. It took five years of hard-selling to get a TV channel to commit to the show. Death in Paradise was a fine line to walk - a lot of money had to be put into it.”

It’s a big statement to make.

And obviously everyone else’s loss finally became the BBC’s gain. 

But Danny - who also plays Cat in sci-fi sitcom Red Dwarf - says that when it comes to race and entertainment, it’s only too obvious there’s still a problem. He’s a longtime friend of Idris Elba, whose Academy Awards snub for his role in Beasts of No Nation helped trigger the #OscarSoWhite campaign and a huge boycott of the February 28 ceremony. Danny, 55, agrees with the likes of Will Smith and Jada Pinkett that more needs to be done.

“If you put up photographs of who votes for the Oscar nominations you can maybe realise why they reach the decisions they do,” he says.

And he certainly has little time for Broadchurch actress Charlotte Rampling. She blasted the uproar over the lack of diversity in the Oscar nominations was “racist to white people.”

But Danny says: “At the end of the day someone like Charlotte Rampling is only ever going to be judged on her performance. Her race is never going to come into it. Change that to someone like Whoopi Goldberg, who has won an Oscar, and there’s a whole other element, either subconsciously or consciously, that can creep into a judges’ decision making. It follows pretty much across the board in business, it’s not something just based in the arts.”

Of course, things have been different with Death In Paradise.

After finally finding its home at the BBC, it’s remained one of its most successful dramas as people lap up the mix of an lighthearted detective mystery with the beautiful scenery of the Caribbean isle of Guadeloupe.

“Thursday night for millions of people has now become feet up on the reclining sofa, glass of wine and wait for Death in Paradise to begin,” reflects Danny. “I’ve been on telly for 26 years and its very rare you get old West Indian ladies coming up to you in Sainsbury’s approaching you saying ‘Oh, I can’t wait for the next episode! That has been the biggest achievement - the fact the show seems to work for everybody.”

The gruelling six-month long shooting schedule is not quite so idyllic. “You think it’s great being located out in the Caribbean, but there are a lot of casualties of war,” says Danny.

One of them was the show’s original lead star Ben Miller, also of Armstrong And Miller fame, who quit as Detective Inspector Richard Poole at the end of series two. But his replacement, My Family actor Kris Marshall proved an instant hit as lead detective DI Humphrey Goodman.

“It’s a tough gig, and for Ben, with his wife pregnant in the first series, the issue of schools, and the fact he didn’t deal with the heat very well... We had a lot of that. Lots of people not making it through their contracts. Kris Marshall had an absolute mountain to climb when he arrived to take over the role. But he’s done it. And you know what? The ratings went up.”

Danny, who grew up in Paddington, west London, says he has never been one to personally suffer from homesickness or fatigue - mainly because of his early days as a dancer on the variety circuit. “You were on £40 a week and you would be away for six months. I was in a show on the Isle of Wight, three months with Jimmy Tarbuck, three with Dicky Henderson. I saw Dicky the day his mum died. He got up in the morning, got the ferry to London, went to his mum’s funeral, and then was back on stage in the Isle of Wight that same night at 7pm. You look at people like him and you think you can’t just phone in with a bit of a tickle in your throat.”

Danny went on to be a dancer in the West End, including Starlight Express, and performed in Wham!’s The Edge of Heaven video and The Great Muppet Caper, before landing the part in Red Dwarf in 1988.

The show, co-starring Craig Charles and Chris Barrie, ran for 10 series until 1999, before making a highly-anticipated comeback first in 2009 and then properly last year.

The 12th series is due on screens this summer.

But despite being in two huge shows, Danny ensures he’s not away from his family for long - even flying out his fiancee Petula Langlais, and their two children Dante, 10, and Danae, 8, to Guadeloupe for six weeks during the filming of Death in Paradise. He and Petula have been together for 13 years, but have only recently got engaged.

“Most people would have been surprised if I had been with someone for 13 weeks, never mind 13 years,” he laughs. “People were talking actually - especially when I was dressing in PVC and wearing lots of make-up for shows!”

Now however he’s all about family - and Dante is already following in his footsteps as he appears in the programme himself. He was asked to do the guest role after producers saw him in Danny’s self-made short film Bucky - a tragic story of inner-city urban life seen through the eyes of a five year-old boy, co-starring James Bond actor Colin Salmon and EastEnders actress Mona Hammond.

“It was three days of filming, literally 9am to 9pm at night,” he says. “I don’t think I could have asked anyone else’s child to take part. Some of the Death in Paradise producers then saw it - and offered Dante a part.”

Grinning wide, Danny can’t hide his pride. And as he looks forward to his wedding and not one but two big shows on TV, he proves he really is the Cat that got the cream.

#death in paradise #dip interviews #danny john jules #this is from 2016 but i thought it was a good article to share #racism tw