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Paolo Sebastian 2022-23 AUTUMN WINTER COUTURE COLLECTION Moonlight Serenade
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My favorite genders, fly me to the moon, moon river, and moonlight serenade
#bayonetta#bayonetta 2#bayonetta 3#nintendo#moonriver#moonlight serenade#fly me to the moon#cat#pspspsps#the#pewpew#dreadful
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✧♪ The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? ♪✧
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#gposers#ffxiv viera#ffxiv oc#rava viera#viera#moonlight serenade#ballet under the stars#in Menphina's light#ris dei ijla
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Today's drabble is 'First Kiss'. This is a quick little drabble set in the Moonlight Serenade universe. This is from Padmé's POV during a visit back home. Takes place summer 1952~
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Padmé wondered if Anakin knew about all the subtle ways Obi-Wan cared for him.
She wondered if he knew that Obi-Wan always stood to his right, their shoulders brushing, only a few inches of space between them as they navigated through crowds and public spaces. That it was Obi-Wan who protected Anakin’s injured side, blocking it from view and from touch, always mindful of where he was in relation to Anakin’s arm, keeping it safe within the shadows of his form.
Or how when Anakin’s manufactured bravado and fake cheer would wear down, instead replaced with weariness and irritation, Obi-Wan would tilt his head upward just to hear Anakin’s soft voice grow ever softer, and to breath in the words Anakin spoke. Obi-Wan never asked Anakin to speak up, to put on a show, to smile and laugh and coddle those he normally might disappoint. Instead he changed his own demeanour to fit that of Anakin’s, bringing his energies down until they swayed together like reeds in a lake.
Or when Anakin’s smile became tight, his shoulder tense, his eyes glassy with pain, Obi-Wan would grip his residual arm and hold. A friendly gesture, to the unknowing gaze, but filled with so much love and care it sometimes hurt to see. Obi-Wan would replace Anakin’s pain with something else to focus on - the stern yet still tender touch of a lover. The ache in his arm and the stinging in his skin would be replaced with the heat of Obi-Wan’s palm and the strength in his hand, grounding and steady as Anakin trembled through the memories of an agony not yet finished.
She knew, of course, Anakin noticed the most obvious things. Like how Obi-Wan would hold his plate at dinner events and pile it high with foods, asking Anakin what he wanted as they went down the tables, making sure Anakin’s belly was sated before he’d see to his own needs. Or how he tied Anakin’s tie and helped with the laces of his shoes when asked; how he styled his hair in the morning, and ruined in the evening; how he shaved along the curve of Anakin’s jaw and down the stretches of his neck; or how he cut the meats and vegetables for their dinners while Anakin did what he did best in the kitchen - make a mess.
And other stills, that Obi-Wan didn’t know she knew. Things more intimate that Anakin would confess over the phone, his voice bright with cheer as he detailed the latest night of passion, Padmé curling the phone cord over her finger as she laughed and sneaked glances into the living room to make sure no one could overheard the detailed descriptions.
Padmé wondered if he knew. Because she did.
“Padmé?”
Padmé blinked and turned to her mother. They were stood on the back steps of her parents estate, summer sun shining down on the backyard party. Vancouver had rolled out the nice weather for her visit, the skies clear and the winds gentle, the smell of roses fresh in the air. She’d missed this.
“Sorry, mother,” she said, and kissed her cheek quickly before venturing down into the party, a tray of cocktails in her hand that she’d offered to take out to the party.
The grass was cool on her bare feet, and she greeted those she passed by with a smile and an offer of a drink. By the time she’d reached Anakin and Obi-Wan, the tray was empty save for two glasses of gin and tonic.
“Fancy a drink?” she asked.
Anakin’s hand was occupied by a plate with the leftovers of cake on it, so Obi-Wan - as was expected - took both glasses and raised one to her in appreciation.
“Lovely party,” Obi-Wan said. He glanced around the space, his aviators sitting on the bridge of his nose, hiding away his blue eyes that Anakin had described to Padmé more times than once all those years ago. “Thank you for inviting us.”
“You’re welcome, though I’m sorry I haven’t been able to chat much.”
“It’s been six years since your last visit,” Anakin said, the word ‘six’ sitting heavy in the air. “It’s natural people would want to spend time with you.”
His shrug brought Padmé’s attention to his shirt. It was a pretty green silk and short-sleeved, the lapels broad and the top few buttons opened. Padmé could see Anakin’s scars along his chest, and his residual arm poked out at the bottom of his sleeve, exposing it to the world.
“I like your shirt,” Padmé said.
Anakin smiled, though it seemed hesitant. “Obi-Wan bought it for me.”
Adoration filled Padmé then. Of course he had, because he knew Anakin wouldn’t buy it for himself. Because he still cared what others thought; still hid from the world despite it all; still faltered where confidence would be best.
But Obi-Wan knew how beautiful Anakin was, and made Anakin believe it. If only for a short while.
“Ani, I forgot my pocket mirror in my purse back inside. Could you go and grab it for me?” Anakin made move to leave, but Padmé stopped him to grab his plate, replacing it with the drink tray. “And take this back inside, will you? Give it to Samantha.”
Anakin rolled his eyes but did as instructed, his long legs carrying him quickly through the throngs of people. He still cut quite the image, broad shoulders and slim waist making him look more a model from one of the catalogs, than a mechanic with a penchant for hot-rod racing.
When she turned back to Obi-Wan, she didn’t have to see his eyes to know where he was looking.
“That shirt really does look lovely, doesn’t it,” Obi-Wan mused with a soft smile.
Padmé laughed and dragged him in for a kiss. It was quick and sweet, and when she pulled away the greys in Obi-Wan’s beard were painted in red lipstick.
“Padmé,” Obi-Wan mumbled, his cheeks a delightful pink that matched the ruby tones of her lips. He leaned a little in, voice low enough for her to hear. “Not that I’m not flattered, but I’m a married man.”
She giggled again, but when she gripped his arm and held she couldn’t help but squeeze down as she spoke, voice serious, her brows furrowed. “I just wanted to say thank you. For the things you do, the things you say. For who you are. Thank you.”
Obi-Wan’s smile softened, and he nodded quickly. “No need to thank me. But I cherish the sentiment all the same.”
When she pulled away she grabbed a napkin and passed it to Obi-Wan and took one of the gins from his grasp. By the time Anakin returned the lipstick had been wiped away, and Padmé watched as Obi-Wan quietly filled the empty space next to Anakin’s right side once more. She ended up keeping the gin and tonic, while Obi-Wan and Anakin subtly shared the one, lips placed over the spot where the other had drank, like a soft kiss shared between the pair, known only to the trio stood beneath the summer sun.
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Paolo Sebastian | Autumn/Winter Couture 2023
Collection: Moonlight Serenade
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Sobbing at the school formal it's 20s themed and the band played Moonlight Serenade
#my GO and Dr Who heart#good omens#go s2#ineffable husbands#david tennant#Michael sheen#aziraphale#crowley#neil gaiman#doctor who#the ninth doctor#chris eccleston#rose tyler#billie piper#the empty child#jack harckness#russell t davies#moonlight serenade
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Bon Soir🌛 🎺💙🪈🌝
Glenn Miller 🎶 Moonlight Serenade
Animation de Rui Barbosa
#clipanim#glenn miller#jazz music#new clip#moonlight serenade#music video#rui barbosa#youtube#clip music anim#bon soir#fidjie fidjie
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“I had nothing painted on mine." But if he did have something he'd have gone with something a little more flashy. Maybe just a giant portrait of Obi-Wan. With his legs spread and ass up in the air. Now that was an idea.
from chapter 4 of @renlyslittlerose’s incredible Moonlight Serenade
i have not been able to get this scene out of my head since i read it. such a silly and sweet moment amidst some of the lowest of anakin’s lows that we’ve seen.
i don’t know that obi-wan would realistically have facial hair like this if we’re really trying to be accurate, but i’m trying to give the people (me) what they (i) want
anakin’s imagined nose art is based on the real nose art referenced in the fic!
and here’s the full image of obi-wan :)c
i know you all wanted to see him. that’s why you really clicked the readmore. you horndogs.
#if you aren’t reading this fic yet i really don’t know what to tell you other than that you are missing out lol#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#obikin#moonlight serenade#scout.png
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I keep thinking about this one scenario:
Imagine something happens between the ending of season 2 and this scenario, everything gets sorted out and the story is about to end.
Crowley is sitting in that chair in the bookshop, it's late at night, it's really dark outside and there's not really a lot of cars or people passing by, just the empty street and the lights of the near shops. He's drinking wine, just waiting, not really sure of what, but he's waiting. He feels anxious and can't help but to feel a little bit excited too. He gets up and starts looking at aziraphale's music discs, he picks one and gently places it into the gramophone, the song starts playing, that glenn miller song moonlight serenade.
In the front of the bookshop, the door opens, the little bell rings announcing it. Aziraphale makes his way into the bookshop listening to the song that's almost just starting. The angel looks at the walls, the books, the full shelves, the floor, every single detail. His eyes travels from surface to surface, he's enjoying it. The smell of the old books, vanilla, tea, everything is just as he remembered. It wasn't too long since the last time he was there, not too long for them eternal beings that can deal with the thought of eternity, but aziraphale didn't worked like that though, and he missed his bookshop, he missed his safe place, he missed earth. He let his hand slide through the surface of some books near the entrance, while watching the candle lighting, ready to walk some steps, entering more in the bookshop, while following the shelves shapes with his hand.
And that's when they saw each other, Aziraphale standing there, still touching one shelve, while Crowley layed in the chair, legs crossed, playing with an almost empty glass of wine in hands. The demon was well hidden under the shades, but even then couldn't bring himself to really look at the angel, so he kept playing with the edge of the delicate glass. Aziraphale brought his two hands to the front of his stomach, crossing them and taking the opportunity to adjust his clothes, as usual.
"You and your music" said Crowley, getting the bottle of wine from the table next to him, filling his glass up.
"It's just as I left it, every single thing." Aziraphale started looking everywhere once again, still amazed at everything surrounding him. "Every single book..." He looked now next to the demon, blinking calmly. "Even my notes..." The demon looked just where the angel was pointing at, letting a sigh out.
"Well, I tried my best" said softly, not wanting to be heard, taking the glass to his mouth, swallowing the wine.
The song stopped playing, starting again in loop, like if it was the only song in the disc. In fact it was one of aziraphale's favorite songs, so maybe he had something to do with that. The angel started walking around the bookshop, more relaxed, hands now in his back, inspecting the other part of the bookshop, Crowley still in the chair. The steps were loud but delicate, they were in sync with the song, almost like if the angel were dancing with himself.
"So..." The angel stood in his place, looking for those yellow eyes, wanting to see them. "Saved the world again?" He said with a small smile, waiting for his companion response.
"I suppose" Crowley answered after some seconds. Watching again at the empty glass, feeling the alcohol in his veins. "Don't even know if the first time counts really". He didn't know what to say, his mind was overflowing with thoughts, so many things he wanted to say, too many feelings in his chest, and not enough alcohol. "Wine?" The demon offered, stretching his arm while the glass filled itself. Aziraphale shook his head gently, taking the glass off Crowley's hand, placing it in the table.
"I think an apology is... in order." After the angel's words Crowley finally looked straight at him, under the shades, half surprised and half confused.
"There's no need to." He said with a gentle tone in his voice, he really meant it. "Really" He tried to reach for the glass of wine. "I forgot about everything, we are now left to live in peace..." He stood up, grabbing the glass in his hand, followed by aziraphale's intense gaze. "So you'll do the same, right?" His voice sounded a little bit tense, maybe a little bit nervous too.
"I can't." Aziraphale in other hand sounded determined, his mix of blue and brown eyes had a sad look in it, and they kept on looking for Crowley's ones. The angel was tired of pretending everything was alright, he knew they worked together to saved the world, he felt Crowley's honesty and knew he really meant it when he said everything was alright. But he needed more, the angel wasn't going to settle for that again, not now when he finally realized how bad was he starving.
The song started once again, and Crowley looked at the gramophone, placing the glass back in the table after swallowing all of its content. He looked at aziraphale's worried expression and offered his hand.
"¿Dance?" The demon asked, trying to satisfy that thought in the back of his mind, the one that was burning him, the one that screamed at him to hug aziraphale, to protect him, the way he always did. "Not that I love this song." He shrugged his shoulders, waiting impatiently. "But you do, angel." Both felt a chill running down their spines, it had been a long while since the last time the demon called him that.
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I got sleepy and I suck at writing scenarios, plus I don't speak English, but yeah that's the scenario basically, that damned song is messing with my poor brain.
Maybe I'll write a part 2, I have in my brain a long conversation I would like those two to have.
#good omens 2#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#good omens 2 spoilers#aziracrow#go2 spoilers#good omens spoilers#david tennant#fiction#good omens scenario#moonlight serenade#neil gaiman
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Song of the Day - “Moonlight Serenade”
Happy 85th Birthday to “Moonlight Serenade” - recorded April 4th, 1939.
Composed and recorded by Glenn Miller, this swing ballad eventually got given lyrics by Mitchell Parish.
But the lyrics never really felt right. This is an instrumental.
“Moonlight Serenade”was recorded as a B side to a song the record label RCA Blubird felt was the better A side: “Sunrise Serenade”. The title was created for this melody which had had a few, by record company execs who felt it was a catchy title to be the flip side of “Sunrise Serenade”
A reshaping of another Miller song called “Now I Lay Me Down To Weep” and like a lot of Miller’s music, while swing-y, it has a sense of melancholy, of sadness, in it.
As jazz critic Gary Giddins said, "Miller exuded little warmth on or off the bandstand, but once the band struck up its theme, audiences were done for: throats clutched, eyes softened. Can any other record match 'Moonlight Serenade' for its ability to induce a Pavlovian slobber in so many for so long?”
“Moonlight Serenade” was an instant hit. It also was chosen by the US Army and the US Navy as one of the handful of recordings that were put onto these V-discs they made for playing to the soldiers overseas doing WWII. So it stayed popular and stayed in the ears and hearts of Americans for that entire era. Some have said if there is one melody that defines the war era, or musically illustrates it best, “Moonlight Serenade” is it. It has been said to be “the anthem of the Greatest Generation”.
Glenn Miller enlisted in the Air Force for service in WWII. Part of his service was to train bands and do shows for the soldiers. As he wrote, “We receive such sincere applause” for “Moonlight Serenade,” Miller said, “I am convinced that what we are doing over here is worth far more than all the money I could have ever made as a civilian.”
Miller was only 40 when his plane was shot down over the English Channel at Christmastime of 1944. He was going to play for the troops who had just liberated Paris. Neither Miller’s remains nor he wreckage has never been found.
But his legacy is incalculable. He had a handful of huge hits in the era, but none more indelible than this one. This is that melody which, even if by name you think you’ve never heard of it, you know it. Or at least if you’re of a certain age, you have.
Not just Miller and his orchestra’s theme song, but an American anthem.
[Mary Elaine LeBey]
#legend#Moonlight Serenade#swing#Glen Miller#Glen Miller Orchestra#my favorites#WWII#Mary Elaine LeBey#Greatest Generation#music#songs#Youtube
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Reyes Vidal is the type to play Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade” before dancing.
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Moonlight Serenade by Paolo Sebastian
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock
Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura
Additional Tags: Old Married James T. Kirk/Spock, Old Married Couple, Slow Dancing, Stargazing, Nostalgia, Flirting, Flirty James T. Kirk, Fluff, Movie: Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991), Post-Movie: Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991)
Summary:
As the crew of the Enterprise make their final voyage back to spacedock, Jim and Spock find themselves watching the stars on the observation deck.
#k/s#k/s fanfic#old married spirk#oms#star trek#star trek tos#star trek vi: the undiscovered country#star trek vi#star trek fanfiction#spock#james t kirk#tos spock#tos kirk#spirk#tos spirk#spirk fanfiction#fluff#slow dancing#glenn miller#moonlight serenade
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The song A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square came out at the start of Britain's involvement in World War II, when lovers and couples were pulled apart as men were sent off to fight, and quickly became a wartime favorite owing to it's powerful evocation of feelings of separation and longing for a happier time. (source)
And if that doesn't leave you in tears, add to it that the "modern" song the Bentley chose to play for Aziraphale was Glenn Miller's Moonlight Serenade, released just a year before A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. Though the Glenn Miller version is instrumental, there are lyrics:
I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade
The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and sing you a Moonlight Serenade
Let us stray till break of day
In love's valley of dreams
Just you and I, a summer sky
A heavenly breeze kissing the trees
So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night
I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight
A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade
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Paolo Sebastian | Autumn/Winter Couture 2023
Collection: Moonlight Serenade
Gown: PSAW2310
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If there's one thing that I have learned from studying and analyzing medieval poems, is that modern poetry isn't any different.
#“op did you just analyze frank sinatra as if he was jacopo notaro” yes I fucking did#(dont ask what I did with the stress scheme. it makes sense to me.)#frank sinatra#moonlight serenade#poetry#classicism#(more or less)#(more less than more)
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