#A Moonlight Serenade

[cameron-carpet-lola]

Anime Jazz Cover | A Moonlight Serenade (from Sailor Moon) by Platina Jazz

[iconauta]

A Moonlight Serenade (1904) Georges Méliès

A Moonlight Serenade (French original title: Au clair de la Lune ou Pierrot Malheureux) is a 1903 film by Georges Méliès starring André Deed. It is film number 538-539 in the Star Film catalog .

At night, in the courtyard of a house, Pierrot (André Deed) begins his serenade. Out of the dwelling comes a nobleman, angry because he is awakened by the music, threatens Pierrot by ordering him to stop, then re-enters the building. Left alone, Pierrot falls asleep near a low wall and begins to dream. Clouds in the sky let appear gigantic moon on whose sickle comfortably lies a beautiful maiden. To this Pierrot decides to dedicate his serenade and resumes strumming his little guitar, the exasperated landlord bursts into the courtyard and with two of his servants attempts to capture the inappropriate Pierrot who, however, manages to escape to the moon in the arms of the beautiful maiden. Suddenly the moon turns into a giant eye before disappearing into the black sky. The master of the house, locked out, knocks to be opened, but his servants do not recognize him and beat him to a pulp.

[mishalogic]

Carly Simon - Moonlight Serenade (Live On The Queen Mary 2)

Another song for the moment ... Misha

[mytastessuck]

Platina Jazz: A Moonlight Serenade

Some days, you need a little jazz to fight evil by moonlight.

This isn't the first time I've put Platina Jazz on this blog (Latin Jazz The Real Folk Blues, anyone?) but I really can't talk enough about how talented this group is. The above video is the original opening to Sailor Moon, sung in English reimagined as a tango. The vocalist puts his whole pussy into the performance, belting the lyrics like he was a finalist on the X Factor who had to win lest his family be descended into the acid pit (not sure how the finals work; haven't seen the recent seasons). Give it a watch if you're a fan of Sailor Moon, tangos or just way too well done covers.

Song Score: 1500/10

[renlyslittlerose]

Hi, I love Moonlight Serenade and it's one of my all-time favourite fics (seriously, it's so incredibly beautifully written!) ❤️ so for a prompt I was wondering if we could get something Moonlight Serenade related? Like a short snippet from Obi-Wan’s pov? Like when anakin told him that he loves obi-wan? Or some pining in general?

Twist my rubber arm now, won't ya? Thanks, peach! Always love any opportunity to return to this universe~ 💖 This is set during their leave together

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Obi-Wan had been reckless in his youth.

The stifling drudgery of an public school followed by military academy could make even the most proper, stiff-upper lip boy want to chew his way through leather and courtesy for just a taste of delinquency. In fact, Obi-Wan had gotten himself a bit of a reputation for being a troublemaker. He’d slip through one of the window in his dormitory in the middle of the night, scale down the overgrown ivy that clung to the brick walls, duck and weave between walls and tall shrubbery in a bid to avoid the bright light of the night watchman’s torch, before taking off down the road where he’d inevitably find a pub that would serve he (and any of the other boys who dared to follow him) a nightcap.

And there was, of course, the infamous incident with the stolen horse cart, a case of firecrackers, and Obi-Wan in a bed sheet wrapped around him like a Roman orator pulling the cart with said explosives inside. But if asked about it, Obi-Wan pretended that he’d gotten an amnesic concussion after that particular incident, and could not and would not incriminate himself, thank you very much.

But time, experience, and a great many ‘close calls’ had tempered Obi-Wan’s more reckless side.

Until he saw a beautiful boy dressed in blue from across a crowded pub.

Until that beautiful boy dressed in blue said hello, and touched his hand, and smiled his soft little smile.

Until that beautiful boy dressed in blue tilted his head to the side and asked for a kiss, all bold and brazen and terribly foolish.

Until that beautiful boy dressed in nothing at all, kissed Obi-Wan’s heart and asked him for it all.

Without hesitation Obi-Wan gave in, the thrill of it all coursing through him, reminding him of how it all used to feel. It was dangerous and foolish; could ruin his life and Anakin’s as well. Yet he couldn’t help but give in - to succumb to the insanity of his own reckless desires. He wanted Anakin; wanted him in all the ways he could have him, for as long as he’d let him. To touch his perfect skin, to feel the strength of his body, to taste the sweetness of his lips, was like being offered a taste of ambrosia. A gift fit for a god, but given to a mortal.

How could he not be anything less than reckless?

“What’s got you so occupied?”

Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin. His head was resting on Obi-Wan’s belly as he lay crosswise on the bed, his long legs dangling off the edge. He peered up at Obi-Wan with notable curiosity, dark blue hues sparkling in the low light of the bedroom. Though naked and still covered in the remnants of their activities, he looked innocent - like a young prince lounging in the summer sun.

Tugging on one of Anakin’s curls, Obi-Wan marveled at how soft his hair was once he’d washed away the gel that kept it in a tight hold. As dashing as Anakin looked in his full regalia, Obi-Wan preferred him like this - nude and covered only in the bite marks Obi-Wan had given him.

“I’m thinking about you,” he finally said.

He found it easy to be honest with Anakin. The war had taught him that often times, you wouldn’t get a second chance to say how you really felt.

Anakin broke out into a lazy smile. Behind him, the blue light of early morning began to creep through the slit between the curtains. Rolling on to his side, he pressed his cheek against Obi-Wan’s sternum. “Hopefully they’re good thoughts.”

“Could they ever be anything less?”

Anakin seemed surprised by the comment, and something flashed behind his eyes, like an old ache had returned for just a moment. “We’ve only known each other for a few days,” Anakin said softly. “It’s easy to like a person in that period of time. But once those days turn into weeks, and the glow comes off a person, it’s harder to ignore the flaws…”

Frowning, Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s cheek with one of his knuckles. “I can’t see how I could possibly tire of you, Anakin.”

Anakin sat up then, and straddled Obi-Wan, his weight making Obi-Wan let out a soft wheeze. Resting his hands on Anakin’s thighs, he pet the soft skin as Anakin hovered above.

“We should leave,” Anakin said. “Run away together, forget this whole war, and just be with each other. I could steal a two-seater from the aerodrome, and we can fly somewhere and just be.”

Chuckling, Obi-Wan stretched out beneath Anakin. It was foolish talk. Neither of them would ever desert. And yet Obi-Wan couldn't help but oblige. “Where would we go?”

“How about the Caribbean?”

“I’d wilt in the heat.”

“Then… Alaska.”

“You’d wilt in the snow.”

Anakin pouted. “Then you pick.”

Moving his hand up along the crook of Anakin’s hip, Obi-Wan pressed into the muscle before sliding his hand up further, tracing the bumps of Anakin’s spine. “How about… the Southern coast of France.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, it’s crawling with Germans right now.”

“We can defeat them, lay claim to the coast for the French, and in their gratitude they’ll give us a little villa somewhere in Marseilles.”

Anakin tilted his head to the side and peered down at Obi-Wan, an amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Simple as that?”

“You don’t think we could do it?”

“Just you and me?”

“That’s all we need, no?”

Anakin leaned down for a kiss then, slow and sweet. He tasted like bitter coffee and Obi-Wan’s seed - unpleasant and yet addictive. Relaxing into their embrace, Obi-Wan grasped the back of Anakin’s neck and deepened the kiss, enjoying how Anakin’s hips twitched when he licked into his mouth and sucked on his tongue.

When they broke apart, Anakin’s pupils were blown, darkness swallowing up the blue. “Just the two of us,” he said breathlessly.

Cupping Anakin’s jaw, Obi-Wan pet the top of his cheek with the pad of his thumb. He’d known the boy dressed in blue for only three days, but three days was all it took - all he needed - to know that he didn’t need anyone or anything else.

"Just us."

Forever.

[himilce-persephoniea]

Well… I did this 👉👈

It's “Moonlight Serenade” by @renlyslittlerose 🙈 I used a previous binded edition and I incorporated the extra chapters (called “Side B”).

The author helped me a lot with the choosing of the colour of the cover and giving me a lot of ideas with the decorations ��� so, thank you 🤗 This one is my most pretty one to date (also the biggest, over 400 pages!)

I’m very happy with it 🥰 it was a blast to do. Wanted to share with everyone 💕

[vivinism]

#⃝✿ ࿔ొ 月夜が満ちて僕ら 夜裡月已圓 我們 恋をしていたんだ ❤︎ 🥛 🍦 ⬮⬤ ৢ؞ؖ 曾相愛了 🪷#️⃣᭢ᬀ⃨݃

[ryanclaremont]

moonlight serenade.

Thursday comes around quickly, but Ryan's not really nervous about meeting up with August. She had told her friend Sloane about him to which she asked if he's a serial killer with the photo taken. Ryan laughed and agreed, but thinks August is in the clear. She's stalked his photography account enough to see that he's probably just an amateur photographer looking for a break. And... Well, she might have brought him up to her boss on their weekly catch up and a small idea sprouted in Ryan's mind. Ryan grabs her boots from her closet and tugs them on, zipping up the side zip as she moves around her flat to grab her leather jacket and a small purse. She hums to the music she is playing, a few spritz of perfume before she's slowly making her way out of her place to meet August at Merritt's Lounge. The lounge is sleek and cool, reminding her of New York but in England. The velvet green seating, dim lighting, gold accents with some art-deco interior. It's a perfect cocktail bar in her opinion, and also serves small plates too. Arriving, Ryan pulls open the door and walks inside. It's busy but she's got a reserved table that she's taken too by a hostess. She sits, untucking her hair from her jacket as she adjusts her leather skirt and pulls her phone out to check the time. She's early but sometimes people are assholes and snag the table, so she's content. Ryan opens the drink menu and flips through, idly playing with a necklace she has on as she waits for August.

[curlygrant44]

Hey curly, jimmy is “taking care of it” but I figured I spread the news of june being dead

"Where?" It's the only thing he says, going from numb to resolute in an instant as soon as he hears June's name, already on his feet. If it's true...and he's not convinced that it is, but if it is...Jimmy doesn't deserve to go through this alone. Besides, if he's wrong, if she doesn't come back... Well. She's his crew, now. That makes her his responsibility, in life and death alike.

He just hopes fervently that it's the former, and that if it isn't right now, it will be again soon.

[finniestoncrane]

sad mood is lingering, and then i made it worse last night by getting all paranoid and filled with trauma memories, so today i'm going to look through my vinyls and play some songs that give me big feelings and lay down on the floor and absorb them

[booklovershallway]

Paolo Sebastian 2022-23 AUTUMN WINTER COUTURE COLLECTION Moonlight Serenade

[somehow-a-human]

Moonlight Serenade & Good Omens &... the TV show Lost...?

The music of Good Omens is something I have been ACTIVELY avoiding turning my focus on. The risks of hyperfixating and spiraling into it are HIGH. There are so many elements to get lost in, repeating motifs like Dies Irae, tolling bells, character themes... but I digress.

Could I hold out forever? no. and something finally pushed me over the edge. Wait for it..... Lost. Yep. The TV show Lost. WAIT WAIT, don't leave! STAY WITH ME! I promise I don't *think* I'm crazy and I have a point here!

Why Lost? And what does it have to do with Moonlight Serenade and WHAT DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH GOOD OMENS?! Well my lovelies continue under the cut with me and keep an open mind...

Okay so... Lost. Yes, the insane 2004 mystery plane crash island adventure drama. It's a wild ride, and a masterpiece and a little bit crazy, but overall pretty damn good. I've been on a rewatch spree and wouldn't you know it... parallels between lost and Good Omens popped up in my brain! I mean they are both intricate mysteries so it makes a tad bit of sense but there was one little detail that *might* be a *clue*, or just an easter egg if anything. I promise you don't need to know anything about Lost to follow this :)

First off, what are some of the recurring themes that Lost the TV show and Good Omens have in common you might ask?

Life & Death

Alternate timelines & Time Travel

Literary Allusions (Catch-22, The Bible, A Tale of Two Cities)

Prophecies & Premonitions

Symbolism of Black & White/ Light & Dark

Yeah okay that tracks, but look there are 121 episodes of Lost and 12 episodes (so far) of Good Omens so there's bound to be some overlap for these two.

You'll be thinking about now, "BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH MOONLIGHT SERENADE?!" I'm getting there, shhh, lemme pet your hair gently and keep giving you background information to build it up shhhh...

If you've never seen Lost there is a very good chance you're mighty confused at this moment, so let me reassure you, you don't need to know anything about it to understand the connections I'm going to make. A brief synopsis is: Oceanic flight 815 crashes on an island. The plane crash survivors quickly discover the island is more than it seems to be and holds many secrets and mysteries. A lot of people die, most of them are murdered, it's giving Lord of the Flies if it was in the horror genre. That's honestly all you need to know.

Time Travel & Alternate Timelines

Time travel is cannon in Lost. It's super confusing and I'm not even going to try to explain any of it here. It's honestly just not worth it. If you'd like to try and read about it, the abridged version is here, but I don't think the details are important. Just know it's real and confirmed and exists.

Okay so, *SPOILERS FOR LOST WILL FOLLOW* In Lost season 2, episode 13 "The Long Con" two of the plane crash survivors are trying to find a signal on a radio they've found. While scrubbing they come across a signal playing Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller. One character mentions it must be from somewhere nearby, but the other counters that this type of radio can pick up signals from anywhere in the world. There is a beat and then another character jokingly adds "Or any time. Just kidding, dude."

It's later confirmed that the Lost characters in 2004 are indeed picking up a radio signal from 1940 that is playing Moonlight Serenade, a product of time travel.

Congratulations, you've made it to the point where I'm going to bring Good Omens into the mix. In season 2, episode 4 "The Hitchhiker" we open seeing Aziraphale driving back from Edinburgh late at night/early morning. Uncomfortable with the darkness and silence he asks the Bentley to "play something that's got a bit of swing? I'm in the mood for something modern."

The Bentley obliges the angel, as she always will, and we are shown a shot of the radio specifically lighting up, so we know she's tapped into the radio to play this for Azi, but there is no channel selected.

Compared to Season 2, Episode 3 "I Know Where I'm Going" when we see the radio is playing and does display the channel.

But hold on. Okay maybe it just isn't showing the channel, that's fine, but Aziraphale asked for "modern"? Moonlight Serenade is most certainly not modern. It was recorded in 1939! I'd say in 2023 it's anything but modern, maybe not in Aziraphale's long lived opinion, but certainly in the Bentley's opinion, given she's only a 97 year old car.

I think you can see now what I'm saying here. I think the Bentley picked up a radio signal from 1940, maybe 1941? Episode 4 is of course our 1941 blitz magic show bullet catch flashback extravaganza, so... it makes sense. I know we like to headcanon Crowley and Aziraphale listened to A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square in the bookshop in 1941 after the bullet catch, but what if they listened to Moonlight Serenade on the radio instead?

What does it mean?

A reference to this small moment from Lost could be a nod to the first hint of the canonization of time travel in that series. We know Crowley can control time to some extent and we can see some evidence of time discontinuities and possibly time weirdness in season 2 so is it a hint that timeline funkiness IS happening? Do I want to get into the fact that the main character in The Hitchhiker, the Twilight Zone episode this episode is named after, is actually dead? No I don't, not now anyway.

Or it's just an absolutely lovely little Lost easter egg.

SO! There it is... weird little connection that I couldn't get out of my brain. It just seemed a bit too... ineffable.

As always this is all for fun and all for fans! Don't ask Neil about these things, they're for us to have fun with. And something else that I don't think some people on here understand about meta-analysis; the goal of it is not necessarily to be correct. It can be, if that's your thing. Refuting peoples posts, theories, analysis, and headcanons because you personally don't agree with them and telling them they're wrong and stupid doesn't achieve anything. Meta-analysis is an exercise in critical thinking and creative writing. You could write meta about how Spongebob is a critique of the loss of christian values in modern society and you wouldn't be right or wrong, you'd just certainly be a person who wrote that for sure though. Just, be kind to each other, share ideas, you're allowed to disagree with someone's ideas or have different ones of your own but don't be cruel in saying so, don't call someone stupid, that's just silly.

Love you all, do something kind for yourself today <3

ps. The moment I see Michael Sheen with blonde hair come January I'm gonna bark like a dog, that's all. Thanks.

[chericheribaby]

🪩music shuffle game!🪩

ty for the tags @rae-lune @residentrookie @kaaaaaaarf & @whorerific <33

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

1. M.A.P.S. by Amaia

2. C'est La Vie by Amaia

3. IMPOSTOR by CA7RIEL & Paco Amoroso

4. Moonlight Serenade by Ella Fitzgerald

5. Every Lil' by Logic1000

6. Shadow Of A Man by Lady Gaga

7. NISSAN ALTIMA by Doechii

8. #TETAS by CA7RIEL & Paco Amoroso

9. EL DIA DEL AMIGO by CA7RIEL & Paco Amoroso

10. Nanai by Amaia

np tags: @pinkieponieclub @blossoms-and-possums @ecstarry @static-radio-ao3 @lavenderhaze @deermessrs @frank-lilac @fruityindividual @graverobbber @moonysfavoritedog @nevvaraven @faggylittleleatherboy (sorry if y'all been tagged already i am late to this!) open tag!!

[renlyslittlerose]

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.

[this-is-ris]

✧♪ 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? ♪✧

[beyoutiful-life]

Sweet Dreams ✨💤🌛