#firetorch

[sparrowsarus]

Fake fic title: That Time We Got Lost in the Dark

In which Rodney Mckay and Evan Lorne end up on a planet with an hour of light a day, with only a firetorch for company;

In which Teyla Emmagan and Ronon Dex accidentally fall into a cavern, lit only by bioluminescent ooze;

and John Sheppard has a broken ankle and is trapped in the infirmary.

No one has a good day.

[rainintheevening]

#79 Anakin and Padme

Okay, so I've already done 79, but I hope you like my alternative. :) This is some super sweet Anidala here. (And now I REALLY have to go work on After All!)

From 100 ways to say ILY

14. "Can I have this dance?"

The message had been simple, left on her personal datapad for her to find when she finally took an airtaxi home. (Was her apartment at 500 Republica really 'home'? It was where she spent the most time with Anakin, the closest thing they had to a shared space.)

A message from Anakin: Meet me at the Salaheight Park at 2000. Nothing about what she should wear, or what they might do—normal for Anakin. He liked to surprise her.

A park, in the evening. Possibly some kind of festival? Or demonstration? She'd never been to Salaheight Park, in Naxville over an hour's ride west by air taxi, according to Threepio.

So she dressed down. Simple dress, simple braids that she did herself. Simple cloak on top. She would be ready for anything.

It was easy to slip away, with a sly wink from Dormé, as she crossed the main hall, gloves in hand. The air taxi driver was a cheerful older Rhodian, who hummed as he drove, and sang under his breath. Not a song Padmé recognized, but something about the 'fields of Kenelly' where someone was being sent to execution for standing up against a 'tyrant king', and he wanted his last words to be of love for his wife and unborn child.

It was both sad and brave, and Padmé let the driver sing.

He left her at the first corner of the park, the shadowed greenery a stark contrast to the buildings around. She knew Anakin would take her home, so she told him no need to return.

On Coruscant, the planet of cities, any green space was highly prized, and she knew living near such a park was terribly expensive. Padmé herself, being born and raised in grass and waters of Naboo, usually took time to visit one of them at least once a week.

Anakin would find her, she knew. Jedi senses and so forth, so she set out, walking easily down one of the wide paths. She pushed her hood back, smiled up at the large glowbees placed on top of poles, spaced evenly to light up her walk as the evening darkened under the trees. She loved the soft yellow glow of the orbs; it was very close to firelight which had so often lit her evenings at home on Naboo.

The singing reached her first, a strong, lilting voice, singing something she didn't understand, but it caught at her, pulled her forward. Through the pale trunks of betulas, and dark mossy cedrus she glimpsed lights closer to the ground, and quickened her pace.

She paused as she came to the clearing, took a breath. A crowd of 50 odd people, of various species, both sitting and standing. A ring of firetorches set in the grass. A motley assortment of musicians in the middle, where a tall pale-skinned Twi'lek male paced slowly as he sang.

Padmé didn't know enough Ryl to do more than identify the language he sang in, but the tone held deep longing and grief. Mixed with a single viotre and an electroharp, it was positively haunting. Tears stung her eyes.

This, she thought suddenly. This is what it's all about. This is what I fight for, this is what this war is trying to protect. This is freedom, and this is why I can't stop hoping.

That shining determination overwhelmed her for a long moment as the song came to an end. There was an extended pause before the clapping and cheering started.

Padmé took a moment to compose herself, before she set out across the grass. A young Devaronian ran past her, calling over his shoulder, and she had to step quickly to one side as a couple more younglings pelted after their friend.

The music began again, lighter this time, quicker. Whoever is on that quetarra is a master, she thought.

Padmé appreciated many kinds of music, though she always preferred classical or folk, with a few popular songs thrown in for good measure. She hadn't told Anakin, but his taste in heavy isotope was actually starting to rub off on her.

She drifted into the crowd, now mostly upright to dance.

Take my hand

Through the lights

Hold the city

Above the night

Somehow, almost magically, she saw him first.

He stood alone, swaying slightly, already pulled into the swing rhythm. The orange lights caught in his still-short hair, glinting firey gold.

Padmé's breath caught in her throat, and she held quite still, drinking him in. Tall, and incredibly slim in only a sensible shirt and trousers, though she knew his lightsaber had to be tucked into his belt somewhere.

A sense of mischief took her, and she joined the dancers, spinning and stepping up till she had worked her way through the crowd to stand behind him.

"Excuse me, sir?"

He spun around, his face already alight, his grin both joyful and teasing.

"Yes, m'lady?"

Her heart seemed too warm and full to fit in her chest. "Can I have this dance?"

"Of course, you can."

He took her hands, and she fell against him, giggling, both of them laughing like children.

Moments like this, they could forget, let all the fears and worries and burdens go, and simply glory in being together.

Take me away

But not too far

Hold me up

Among the stars

Anakin danced with ease, his preternatural Jedi grace serving him well in the flow of bodies and music.

"All Jedi dance," he'd told her once. "It's good training for combat. And it's fun!"

Now he held her, strong and supportive, as he spun her around, lifting her in a swoop that made her skirts swirl. The lights blurred around them, and there was only his glowing face, smiling up at her. The shadows were gone, the pain lines smoothed away, even his scar seemed to fade. He was simply, purely her Ani.

She felt like she could fly.

Take my love

Into wild space

In the dark

See my face

They danced on in a whirl of light and laughter, carried on the wings of music.

[althea-poetry]

Citizen, escapee, exception

Resilience is found in the deepest of trenches

Born like a flame from a hopeful spark

Forged like a sword that glints and quenches

A thirst for freedom in the encompassing dark.

From a torch you thought you had given away

The spark caught on like a revolution

You dust off your jumpsuit for one more getaway

This time, you wear it like a resolution.

The outside, as always, is fearsome and bigger

Cover me! You fold and cave in on yourself

The cliffs are tall, looming over your small figure

"Sahlo Folina", a cry you know well.

A shot in the dark, a swing for the fences

You can finally breathe in; the air here feels new

Resilience, you find in the deepest of trenches

You know you'll keep moving and push on through.

The colors you see beyond the walls and fences

Heal your soul. The yellow, grass green, and sky blue

Resilience is found in the deepest of trenches

You think of them back there, whom you want to show it to.

When you gain your footing and catch your awed breath

They pat your back, new and old friends and kin

They bandage your hands and decorate you with tape

Trench yellow now covers your jumpsuit and skin.

A crowd of escapees on a brave mission

Head to the city of grey and neon blue

You're handed a firetorch that looks like ambition

Its bearer, in the end, only could have been you.

- Althea

[stormcried]

Would it be right to say he's a prisoner here? He's been willingly helping them around the vessel. Albeit it wasn't like he's given much choice if he could leave or not. He's been their little 'helper' towards cargo lifting via The Force. They didn't call it anything other then magic tricks he could do. Some pirates were just bluntly unaware of the Force or it's teachings. Drake included. Drake had tried hard NOT to use the Force due to it being the reason he's in this mess to begin with.

Drake didn't say a word... afraid he'd get smacked upside the head for speaking when not applicable. Drake knew his place. If he wanted Credits to eat, then he needed to stay silent. Drake's eyes flicker towards a few of the crew members as if wary of their own actions. Drake's footsteps back up two paces. He shouldn't be speaking to him. He needed to go to his slicing lessons with Firetorch; the second hand.

@stormcried

Force-sensitive children were amongst the most vulnerable groups in the galaxy. Too valuable to be left untouched by those consumed by greed, too helpless to defend themselves against slavers and too dangerous to be left untrained, at least until their abilities slowly faded away in time. They were not only used by others for nefarious gains but could become a danger to those around them, as well as themselves.

Finding one on board a pirate vessel could only mean one thing. Obi-Wan addressed the boy directly. "Are they holding you captive?" They being the crew. Some were still up and standing, blasters aimed at the Jedi Master who paid them little attention. He didn't fear them and their weapons, only his own reaction. They were lucky he was still holding back and assessed the situation first. He didn't want to scare the boy.

[66pyrofreak66]

[cathrachaboardgame]

Celebrating Celtic New Year, the end of summer and the awakening of the Winter God. ❄️ #caltonhill #samhuinn #samhuinnfirefestival #halloween #celtic #scottish #gaelic #firefestival #bonfire #edinburgh #alba #celticmythology #firetorch #ritual #halloweenritual #wicca #wiccan #wiccansofig #witchcraft #witches #witchesofinstagram #samhuinn2019 #scotland #halloweeninscotland https://www.instagram.com/p/B4TQOGQg4Q8/?igshid=1ejhd2g8h3xo4

[natashakudashkina]

Fire art 🔥 #fire #pictures #fireart #flame #slowmotion #flameart #inspiration #peaceful #torch #firetorch #calm #imaginative #slowmofire #fireart #art #firecreation #inspired #artist #natashski #nkudashkina #kudashkina #natashadesign #kudashkanizm https://www.instagram.com/p/CFzP2aOg6VE/?igshid=olt31y6us729

[tohruhonda102]

Torch #torch #firetorch #fire #photography #photoelements #art #Ireland #tomanyhashtags https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw5KbBlBn99/?igshid=1unqxc20rsoo3

[herbgerblin]

the first video you can see on the firetorch youtube channel right now: "The best one. Thank you MBMBAM!". just imagine doing your thing and suddenly you get an influx of viewers coz some three dudes on the internet mentioned you in their show that you didn't even know existed before

As soon as the boys mentioned it, i hunted down the channel because i wanted to see it XD. Good for them honestly.

Love that the brothers are conduits by which the most esoteric gigs get their business. the mcelroy fandom is amazing.

[a-flickering-soul]

watching youtube user firetorch’s youtube subscriber and viewcount spiking by the second

[j7sandiego]

J7 Productions sharing RAIN or SHINE! Cirque Entertainment #circus #J7Productions #westpak #cirqueentertainment #cirque #stiltwalkers #rainorshine #rainbows #fireeaters #firetorches #bubbles #bubbleblowingstiltwalker (at Westpak) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuKj8xSHRaD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3r9a2paqhgjw

[fcllenflowers]

*Throws 100.000$ at Steel*

“Holy acid trip! I’m rich! That’s like way whola lotta cash grey dude!”

*You have accepted the greyface’s gift!

*Current balance: +100.000G

“Fuck yeah!”

“Dude, this is freakin’ awesome! I can like buy myself a chocolate cow and have chocolate milk for life with all that munz! I can like buy Baxter’s family a new son! Holy shit!”

[marikainen]

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Fun with fire torches!

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

D&D, where you can live out your dreams, such as:

actually firetorching a hundred spiders at once

[overland-defender]

25/11/2019: Drop Arm Hell.

Even when you buy the correct tools it’s still sometimes not the answer. Removing the lower drop arm at first did seem a difficult task, but it wasn’t until a fair share of obscenity’s and minor bitch fits that the thing decided to finally disembark from the steering box spline shaft.

Tools I used

Laser tools 0417 34mm Impact Socket

Laser tools 6664 Puller

WD40

Rothenberger Super Firetorch

Breaker bar (the most important)

Dewalt DCF Impact wrench @ 950Nm Torque

[tohruhonda102]

Dragons Roar. #dragonroar #dragon #torch #firetorch #Ireland #celicadragon #photography #photoelements #art #whatdoyousee #tomanyhashtags https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw5J78CB77g/?igshid=i84mznmqrttq