#jez diamond

[bunnywand]

zomfg.. just booted up my 3ds for the first time in forever (for unrelated reasons i’m abt to make another post abt) and was messing around w/ a few of the things on there.. and i’d forgot i’d left all my old miis on there and it’s like. a shocking time capsule of 2014 ellie 😅

so from left to right, we have..

a mii of me i probably made sometime around 2017/18 shortly after coming out as trans, and the only one here that isn't Vintage 2014 mii

robert smith of the cure

buffy from buffy the vampire slayer

mulder, and then scully, from the x-files

lana del rey

marina (of the diamonds)

tobias from arrested development

dr. phil???

morrissey

and then alan partridge

and mark, jez and super hans from peep show

..good lird 😆

[chaeul]

tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon ♥♥♥

coffee or tea neither

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla (actually I'd prefer somethhing citrus-y)

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles and dimples (I have freckles, and I adore both freckles and dimples)

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunder or lightning

egyptian mythology or greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or eclairs (I will forever be mad I can't eat macarons because I'm allergic to almonds)

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

london or paris

vincent van gogh or claude monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagging @jez-bez, @maenecoon, @ella-norah, @feychild1225, @angel-gaberiel

(no pressure ♥♥♥)

[awiderangeofgreen]

Tagged by my lovely sun @ella-norah 💚, thanks! I somehow had missed the tag

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl (but I have to be kind of an early bird for work)

chocolate or vanilla (but only dark one, no milk or white)

spring or fall (with all the crunchy leaves to jump on)

silver or gold

pop or alternative (everything?)

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks (because it's easier to pet them than sharks)

mountains or fields

thunder or lightning

egyptian mythology or greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre (violin ^^)

opal or diamond

macarons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden and secret library (just make the library in the secret garden)

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

London or Paris (I'd like to hate on Paris as a good "non-parisian" citizen but there's so many things to see there)

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet (this Doctor Who ep will never not make me cry)

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert (i'm scared of big bodies of water but still better than heat)

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or coctail party (neither)

and tagging @jez-bez @desastreus @aliachae @ourjamesvata

[wolfofwinchester]

@origami-assassin asked: 👌 Because the idea of them trash talking Seb over tea still makes me giggle.

SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME!! // accepting!

Send 👌 if you would like to explore a PLATONIC relationship between our muses!

Oh, naturally. You already know I am so down for this with these two ladies LMAO. Claudia LOVES having someone to relate to who looks at that man and goes ">:/ he just ain't right" LDFFAKSFKSD. Not enough people like that!! 😔Jez is a diamond in the ROUGH.

[dorothydalmati1]

101 Dalmatian Street Episode 19: Diamond Dogs/Ride Along

Written by Rebecca Hobbs

Animation directed by Michael Brady

Diamond Dogs:

Storyboard by Bianca Ansems

Directed by Jez Hall

Ride Along:

Storyboard by Krystal Georgiou

Directed by Frédéric Martin

[glacialswordsman-a]

As Kaeya unwrapped the blueberry taffy, he then popped it into his mouth and slowly chewed as he waited for Crepus to begin tending to his wound. His eye lit up just a touch as the taste of blueberries burst into his mouth, the star momentarily dilating into a diamond from the sheer delight. Oh… This one is very yummy. He should savor this one and not get greedy for more.

As the Ragnivindr man showed him the contents of the kit, the Alberich boy paused in his chewing to look at them curiously. He’s seen similar items before, albeit in different packaging. This packaging was modern, easier to read and understand. It even appeared as though there was small text on some of the bottles. Instructions, maybe? Huh.

When encouraged to read and sound out the word, the boy pushed the taffy to one side of his mouth, bringing a hand up to cover it as he opened it to speak, “Bay—ba? …nn… day-geez,” he muttered, before blinking and correcting himself, “Da-jez. Bandages.”

His nose crinkled a bit as he spoke the word aloud. It sounded wrong. Everything about common sounded wrong to him, however less so than Mondstadtian. Mondstadtian was rough, sharp, and common…was strange. It had sharpness, yet some words were also mild. Dull, almost. Unlike Khaenri’ahn, which felt right. It was smooth, velvety, comforting.

It was difficult to learn a new language, especially two. However, it didn’t deter Kaeya, even if the words felt weird on his tongue and sounded strange thanks to his non-native Teyvatian accent. He needed to absorb as much as he could, and perhaps learn the other Teyvatian languages, too. Perhaps his knowledge can help pater when they see each other again.

If, they do.

( ℜ ) THE TAFFY. GOOD choice. funnily enough , most of the sweets within that bowl are imported with only the chocolates sourced from mondstadt themself. the taffy is of inazumian make and truthfully he hadn't tried them himself , thus the master's eyes resting on the boy to see how he liked it would be the first taste test. he hoped they'd be to the blunette's liking . . if he enjoyed them then he would remember to request more in due time.

HE IS GLADDENED to know that he too was interested in accompanying him into sumaru the next time he travels there : though he doubted it was much for the business side of it. seeing new places oftentimes was the boys focus. how peculiar.

AS MUCH AS the blunette tried not to speak his apprehension , the former eleventh of - what - should - not - be - named was relieved that one of the things left over from his time in the seat was his sheer perceptiveness. he hums , removing a few things he'd require from the kit but holding up a few of them. he first offers kaeya to have a look at the bandages he'd be using and the packaging that it was held in.

❝ WE CAN USE this as an exercise. look here -- look at the packaging and phonetically sound it out for me. we'll do this with each item so you can know what they are. and in time when you're ready i'll teach you how to use them. not now , but you should know how to clean and wrap injuries or scratches. ❞

CREPUS IS EVER patient with him , wanting to help him learn common for future but also make him feel more relaxed and comfortable. that he had nothing to worry about --- or at the very least sate his obvious curiosity.

[photosbyjez]

Bridging with Triangles -- CBWC

Bridging with Triangles is my post for Cee's CBWC #photography #monochrome

Hi all 😃 My entry for Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Triangles, Diamonds or Squares. Plenty of triangles & diamonds in bridge structures. Continue reading

[virtuosin]

Sona x Jez :3

Send me a character or a ship, and I’ll answer with five songs I associate with them!

1) Close To The Sun - TheFatRat

Heres to the ones Who led shy Through the rain The ones who stood for something more We won't forget your names The tide is high Say goodbye Or setting sail And all those midnight secrets told We'll take them to the grave

2) Run - Foo Fighters

Before the time runs out There's somewhere to run Wake up Run for your life with me Wake up Run for your life with me In another perfect life In another perfect light We run

3) Home We’ll Go - Steve Aoki & Walk Off The Earth

Don't let your head hang low You've seen the darkest skies I know Let your heart run child like horses in the wild So take my hand and home we'll go The sun it glows like gold Feeling warm as a burning coal Let your soul shine bright like diamonds in the sky So take my hand and home we'll go

4) It’s You, It’s Me, It’s Us - Reinaeiry

Between your name and a prayer Is there a difference? Does it matter? The stars in the sky could never compare Because my whole world is the girl over there You’re a lighthouse, calling me home And I’m sailing the waves that will crash on the stone “You’re getting closer” I hear you say But the tides pull me away

5) Monster - Reinaeiry

I know we’ll never grow old together Cause you’ll never grow old to me You’re the pink in my cheeks and I’m scared cause that means I’m a little bit soft

[exandrianxnightsxdm]

The Adventure Begins || Thread 001 || Quest 001

welcome to Wildemount.

The year is 836 P.D., or post Divergence, this continent is divided both by jagged terrain and political powers. The Menagerie Coast, a collection of city states united under the Clovis Concord, monopolizes the southwestern shores and ports of Wildemount, thriving on open trade and cultural freedom. Beyond the Cyrios Mountains lies the massive region known as Wynandir, bisected by the Ashkeeper Peaks. Eastern Wynandir houses the expansive wastes and turbulent badlands of Xhorhas, overrun with all manner of beasts and terrors; relics from the final battles of the Calamity; a ruinous, scarred landscape. Western Wynandir calls itself home to the powerful, religiously conservative and militant state of the Dwendalian Empire.

This story, however, begins in the north eastern reaches of Wildemount, in the lawless lands known as the Greying Wildlands. Separated from the Dwendalian Empire by the jagged Dunrock Mountains and the Quannah Breach, this landscape of dense, desiccated forests, rolling mountains, and icy tundra finds itself relatively unclaimed by human hands. A curse is said to taint the land, making survival a constant challenge for those that find themselves outside of the established blips of society.

The southern section of the Greying Wildlands is known as the Savaliarwood, renamed but three centuries ago from it’s prior designation of the “Veluthil Forest”. The once beautiful thicket has, in the time since the fall of Molaesmyr, became corrupted; the trees resemble less of a thicket and more of gnarled, cursed wood and the creatures that dwell within have begun to evolve into unrecognizable monstrosities.

The northwestern area of the Greying Wildlands is known as the Crystalsands Tundra. Once a beautiful expanse that connected into the Veluthil Forest to the south, this land is rumored to have been ravaged during The Calamity. A battle so intense that the region was dashed into rock and sand in which winter quickly reclaimed it as a new, icy desert. Tall dunes glitter like piles of diamonds in the daylight, shifting with high winds and the movements of creatures that burrow and hunt beneath the sands. Between the giant hawks and owls that fly over from the Flotket Alps, the nomadic goblinoids that stalk the frost dunes in search of food, and the creatures that lurk beneath the surface of the shifting sands in their ice-marked tunnels, most adventurers prefer to find magically means of moving from place to place or choose their travel paths with extreme caution. 

To the east of the Savaliarwood lays the Rime Plains - fields of rolling tundra with bursts of boreal forest that seems to stretch on and on, covering the entirety of the southeastern section of the Greying Wildlands. The Rime Plains are mostly open, untamed wilderness where survival depends on one’s ability to endure the elements and navigate the wilds skillfully. More than the natural wilds lurks around each turn, though, as nomadic bands of Orcs known as the Jez-Araz react violently to anyone and anything they come across as they navigate the Plains.

Our story, however, begins much smaller. Nestled among the northwestern part of the low cliff boundary of the Crystalsands Tundra, along the cold shore of the Frigid Depths is the village of Palebank. The denizens of Palebank often take to ice fishing, trapping, or hunting, returning in small caravanas to Uthodurn within the Flotket Alps to sell their wares and restock their supplies. Territorial monsters wander close to the village, so rotating squads of Glassblades - the protective force that keeps an eye on Palebank Village for the capital city of Uthodurn - are assigned to protect the people.

Within the wooden palisades that protect the outer edge of the village there are over a hundred shacks and cabins - some living quarters, some shops - with no true layout to the town. On the outer edge, toward the northern cliff that overlooks the docks rests the town graveyard, and beside that -- The Shattered Rose Inn. It is here, along the snowy coat of the Frigid Depths, that a handful of wandering destinies begin to intersect.  The Inn has a quaint appearance, it’s ramshackle building houses a two-story inn and pub that is known for its ostentatious storytelling barmaid and cheap housing for drunkards and adventurers alike.

The sun hangs low in the sky on the evening of Conthsen in the month of Misuthar as a group gathers -- not at the Inn that you had been instructed to arrive at, but at the graveyard beside it. Snow gently falls from the sky and wind bites your cheeks as you stand on the outer edge of the graveyard, listening to folks giving their last goodbyes as the body of a local dwarf named Urgon Wenth is lowered into a freshly dug grave. 

[wistful-giselle]

hi love! I just found ur sideblog (the one with a black background) out of no where since it was recommended to me by Tumblr and I am in love with it! this blog (ur main one) is where I can be in touch with the softer side of myself that I don't rlly show but that other one fits my main aesthetic so perfectly! so, I was wondering if u had any book recommendations that kind of fit that blog's themes? if that makes sense !!

hi honey!~ ♡ I am so pleased you resonate with both aesthetics... (I assume are referring to @saffronrobeddawn) and I adore giving book recommendations, so thank you for your question~ here are a few of my favourite books that for me epitomise dark, literary romanticism...🖤☁️

modern classics:

♡ frankenstein ~ mary shelley / 🥀 rebecca ~ daphne du maurier / ♡ the picture of dorian gray ~ oscar wilde / 🥀 orlando ~ virginia woolf / ♡ the bloody chamber ~ angela carter / 🥀 the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde ~ robert stevenson / ♡ the diamond as big as the ritz ~ f scott fitzgerald

contemporary:

♡ the doll factory ~ elizabeth macneal / 🥀 the secret history ~ donna tartt / ♡ fingersmith ~ sarah waters / 🥀 alias grace ~ margaret atwood / ♡ the power ~ naomi alderman

ancient classics:

♡ the iliad ~ homer (trans. fitzgerald) / 🥀 the greek tragedies ~ (medea, agamemnon, antigone, the bacchae (!!) ...) / ♡ memorial ~ alice oswald / 🥀 anne carson !!~

poetry:

🥀 paradise lost ~ john milton / ♡ the metaphysical poets ~ john donne, george herbert, andrew marvell ... / 🥀 the romantic poets~ esp. lord byron, percy bysshe shelley, keats ...

theatre:

🥀 shakespeare’s tragedies ~ (othello, hamlet, macbeth) / ♡ the duchess of malfi ~ john webster / 🥀 jerusalem ~ jez butterworth / ♡ doctor faustus ~ christopher marlowe

also, please do look at the works of jean-paul sartre, simone de beauvoir, sylvia plath, dante, emily brontë, william blake, emily dickinson...!~ ♡ all my love... ☁️🌘 x

[livvywrites]

15 for 15

Tagged by @editronchi on my main blog but I moved it over here :D 

Rules: pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions - then tag 15 people!

Doing these for the main character of The Martyr Queen---but I have so many characters I’d love to do it again, so feel free to tag me back if you like~ 

1) What is your full name?

“Alinora Jezebel Mynerva.” 

2. What does your full name mean?

Alinora shrugs. “I don’t know. No one ever shared it’s meaning with me, if indeed it has one. I know my first name comes from my mother’s name--Elinor.” 

3. What are your other names/nicknames?

“Once I was called Ali. Now, I would prefer not to be. Most people call me Nora these days.” Alinora taps her fingers against her leg. “When I lived among the Swans, I lived under the name Jezebel Eramyn. Most people called me Jez, then.” She smiles. It isn’t friendly, nor is it happy. “Among other, less flattering names.” 

4. What is your gender?

“I am a female, and prefer to be referred to as such.” 

5. What is your sexuality?

“To tell the truth, I am not certain. When I was young, I was in love with one of my best friends. Her name was Liera, and she was... lovely. Now, though, I Have sworn off romance. Of all forms. But I do not believe I am exclusively attracted to women, if only because occasionally a man has caught my eye.” She shrugs. “Perhaps it is something to be think about later. Perhaps it isn’t.” 

6. Where are you from?

“The kingdom of Mynera. It’s a beautiful place, tucked in a valley between mountains and the sea. Across the sea, you can almost see the shore of the Vitala’s Isle--the place where the World Tree is. And once, the kingdom of the Anari had many cities within the mountains.

“Now, though, it is just us.” 

7. How old are you?

“I am 27. Young, for my kind--the Elenai. We are the longest lived race on Eldora, outside of the Slaeyr.” 

8. What is your magic form/what species are you?

“I am Elenai. We have no magical form.” 

9. What does your human form look like?

“I am rather tall, at least compared to those around me. Among the Elenai I am about average. I stand at 5′10, I believe. My skin is a sort of deep olive color---a nice brown shade. Not the darkest I’ve seen, or even within my group. But nor am I the lightest.

“I’m rather broad shouldered, with hips to match. I am muscular, though not overly so. I have a strong jaw and a somewhat large, rounded nose. My eyes are golden green. My cheekbones are rather high, and dotted with freckles. As is the bridge of my nose. My face could perhaps be compared to a diamond.

“My hair is thick and black, with a touch of curl when I let it down. I usually keep it braided and wrapped around my head like a crown. I am usually in my armor, or at least pieces of it. My armor is dark, better for moving around in the shadows, and is made of a mix of leather and chain.” 

10. What’s your aesthetic?

“My... aesthetic?” She cocks her head. “I can only guess at what that means, but I shall try to answer it anyway.” She thinks for a moment. “Hands stained with blood. The sharp point of a dagger, glinting silver in the light. Black leather boots. The sweep of a cloak against the ground. The sound of old sorrow, and the promise of coming vengeance.” 

11. Who’s your best friend?

“I do not have one.” Alinora shrugs. “I have sworn them off as surely as I have sworn off romance.” 

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

“Yes, I would.” 

13. When are you happiest?

“When I am filled with purpose and progress has been made.” 

14. What’s your biggest secret?

Alinora laughs. “A secret is not a secret if you share it to anyone who asks. Your curiosity will have to go unfulfilled, I am afraid.” 

15. What was your first impression of ___?

“Talitha?” Alinora shakes her head. “She is... someone who could fill up a room, simply by entering it. Someone who almost always has eyes on her. Someone clever, but reckless. She is dangerous... and I am grateful to have her on my side, for all that she terrifies me.” 

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[amylewis]

20/5/2021- Mining songs. Here is a collection of songs I have looked at as inspiration throughout the project.

•Dark as a dungeon- This song sings about the danger and labour of miners working down in the coal mine. This song is particularly suiting for our piece as it talks about the exploitation of the miners lives. Here is a few lines in the song that stand out to me the most...

“I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll,

My body will blacken and turn into coal.

Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home,

And pity the miner a-diggin' my bones.”

“Where danger is double and pleasures are few,”

I love these lines as it shows how the miners spend their whole lives in down the mines is these dreadful dangerous mines only to eventually pass away and become coal themselves. I believe this creates really powerful imagery that could be useful within the performance or as general inspiration.

•16 tones- Inspired by the coal mines in Kentucky and his family ties to the coal mines. The main corus of the song being

“You load 16 tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt”

‘I can't go I owe my soul to the company store’

These lyrics are incredibly relevant to the artists message as it describes how the miners were only ‘tools’ in the company’s wealth as the miners have no other choice but to follow the company’s rules. As the miners were only payed in “script” credits to buy their food and housing. Meaning these company’s had full control over the miners lives with no way to get out.

• Above is an additional 3 songs that also stood out within my research that could also be looked at in the piece if we decide to go down the avenue of singing or need further inspiration.

•’The mountain’ in particular reminds me of the potential storyline of the trapper boys arm being replace for a door and being taken into the mines losing his childhood. The song also discusses how coal and timber transformed the landscape for the cause of manufacturing that’s also a connection with Prabhakar’s art.

[universitychallenged]

University Challenge 2017/18, Episode 34: Review

Newcastle: 205

Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge: 65

Team Vibe: Newcastle: Striding down The Diamond Strip absolutely FIRED UP and pre-drunk on too many craft beers and about to have a MENTAL NIGHT.

Fitzwilliam: A break for tea, four o’clock sharp.

Grandad Count: Newcastle = oldsters, but THEY DON’T CARE.

Gender Diversity Count: One in the goddessly form of Newcastle’s Molly Nielsen.

Style News: I almost spat out my homemade brownie when the intros got to Fitzwilliam’s Captain Oxlade. I mean, REALLY, sir. A cricket jumper five sizes too big for you? I hardly know what to say. Go off to the pavilion and think about your actions, young man!

Howe was wearing a perfectly fine 90s-ish shirt, I guess. Peaked too soon with that hair-bow. It’s over to old faithful, Newcastle’s Lowery! I mean, if you’re going to wear the same thing for every show, it might as well be this:

Cult Hero Of The Episode: Newcastle slayed it! Namely down to the crack team of Nielsen and Captain Noble. Nielsen was badgered mightily by Jez over the heart monitor picture round (‘thank heavens for that - you’re going to be a doctor, aren’t you?’) and I hope to God that backstage she bashed him round the head with her old trusty bassoon (I worked with her once in her woodwindy days). I mean, to be fair, she did get two wrong, but she can MONITOR MY HEART ANY DAY.

Noble steered his ship with a very steady hand, and performed the incredibly astonishing feat of THIS (watch the video). Check Lowery’s face afterwards.

Fitzwilliam were wispy shadows of their former selves, alas, though Maloney was doing very well. I am sorry to see Captain Oxlade go. No one else will deliver their answers with such precisely-enunciated brio! ‘The Witch of Agnesi,’ he angrily asserted. ‘John Wilkes Booth.’ That boy is destined for a) the stage b) the House of Commons c) the headmastership of a private boys’ school (plus cricket coach).

Handsome Person of the Episode: MmmmmMaloney! In a quite natty, quite daring short-sleeved shirt with little lightning bolts on it, sizzling gently on Fitzwilliam’s right.

Jezza Watch: ‘Eccles and Lesbos?’ boomed Captain Oxlade. ‘That’s right,’ said Jezter. ‘You don’t often get them together.’

Horror Round: Just about everything. I have written ‘eclectrocardiagh trace’ in my notes and I have no idea what it means.

Dream Bonus Question Round: NOT A SAUSAGE.

Regular Classical Fail By Composition PhD-owning Composer, Kerry Andrew: I am almost too embarrassed to say. Myra Hess recordings. ‘That’s not Debussy,’ I said, having played loads of his rep in my youth. ‘Maybe it’s Ravel?’ ‘Debussy?’ hazard Newcastle, correctly, it being his Poissons D’Or. I may or may not have been quick enough to get the Beethoven and I thought the Bach was a trick question. UGH.

Kerry and Andy’s Score: I was abysmal. Thankfully, Andy was barking out ‘Golf!’ ‘Popper!’ ‘Rosa Luxemburg!’ et all at all the right moments. 13.

Brain Food: Pea pasta (it’s a thing!), anchovies, artichockes, capers, olives, wild garlic, yellow courgette, pecorino.

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[bettybrink]

Her Deal

"And what is that? A torture device?" "That," she said, taking the tool from him, "is for curling my eyelashes." Astaroth smiled as Jezebel set the item down on her vanity. “I see,” he spoke with a slight coarse laughter trailing the end of the words. “Look, I didn’t summon you here to torture anyone–well, not in that way, I guess,” she said. “I just need you to go to prom with me, and like, make everyone else jealous.” “Envious, you mean,” Astaroth corrected her. “Jealousy is when you’re afraid of losing something that already belongs to you, envy is when you want something that someone else has.” He sat down on the armchair and leaned deeply in to it with his tall, lean body. A mischievous smirk crawled up the left side of his face. “You want them to covet you.” She felt her heart pound as her eyes moved up and down the demon’s inhumanly ideal frame, taking in his freshly animated nude flesh; when he stood, he was easily over six feet tall, how much over, she couldn’t guess, though certainly taller than her ex, who stood about six foot two. Astaroth’s thick black hair fell just past his neck and curled slightly inward at the tips, just below his collar bone, accentuating his broad shoulders and the muscles of his arms and chest–an aesthetic, athletic strength that lacked the brutish image of bulk. “I just wanna see the look on their faces when I walk in with the hottest date on this planet. Prom is in a few hours so, I need to finish getting ready and you need to get some clothes, too. Something classy, I’m thinking black.” “Do you have something prepared for me to wear?” “No,” she said. “I figured that like, you’re a magical demon and all, so you could just like, materialize some or something.” He raised a thick yet manicured eyebrow at her quizzically, and leaned his stubbly chin on his left hand. “Just materialize some clothing? There’s such a variety, and you seem to have something specific in mind. You can’t simply assume I’ll know exactly what you want. Augmentation is much simpler, if you provide me the fabric and an image, I’m sure I can manifest a pleasing result.” “OK, uh, there should be some men’s clothes in my dad’s closet,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She returned quickly, and tossed the items to him. When he dressed, the legs of the pants stretched longer to fit him, and the waist narrowed; as he buttoned the shirt, the sides tailored themselves inwards and the fabric lengthened to accommodate his perfect shape. The shoes polished as his hands ran over them, and grew to fit his feet when they slipped inside. “Yes, you’re perfect, amazing, you’ll definitely turn heads,” her lips curled inwards as she took a moment to admire him. “Now I have to get ready, which could take like, an hour at least. Especially since I’m casting a glamour with it.” He watched with glee as she applied products to her face in layers, and smiled especially when it came to the eyelash curler. “How often do you use that device?” His question broke the silence and surprised her just as she squeezed down, and at the shock of it her hands jittered and then she was screaming and blood was dripping, tiny little pricks of it all across the top ridge of her left eye. She dropped the curler and her lashes fell away from the device as it opened, released, clicking on the vanity counter. “My eye! You bastard! I summoned you here to help me!” She held her hand over her left eye, trying to keep the blood from staining her foundation. “We still haven’t discussed the matter of my payment,” he said. “I’m feeling particularly generous, though. You haven’t answered my question, little witch.” “Not now, I need to fix this,” she scurried in to the bathroom. He followed at a gentle pace with his hands in his pockets, then leaned against the door frame and watched her salvage her labor in the mirror. After soaking up the blood with some toilet paper, she applied false lashes to both eyes, gluing the thin plastic strip right over the fresh wounds. “How often do you use that device?” He asked again. “If you absolutely must know, it’s new, it’s all new, I’m still getting used to this stuff,” she said. “What difference does it make?” “I have a deal in mind that may interest you,” he said. “Spill it,” she didn’t take her gaze away from her own reflection. “As long as no person views you bare faced, you’ll receive the admiration you seek. Of course, if anyone sees the unpainted skin of your cheeks, the spell will be undone, and everyone will see you as you truly are.” “Fine with me,” she said, applying the mascara. “Now just let me slip in to my dress.” They appeared in front of the school not in a limousine as Jezebel had originally planned, but in a black, uncovered carriage with gold trim drawn by two stallions–Astaroth’s idea, to ensure an impression on every eye and gossip on every tongue from the moment of their arrival. He stepped down first to offer her his arm in the manner of a gentleman, and she alighted with grace and poise. The black lace of her skirt’s long train trailed behind her pointed matte black pumps as the two stepped on to the campus, heads held high. They were noticed immediately by a group of students passing around a small flask discreetly behind a nearby fountain. Jezebel watched their heads turn from the corner of her eye, and decided she wanted a sip of the booze they had brought. “Let’s make some new friends,” she said to her date. “As you wish,” he matched her soft tone when he spoke, and the two approached the group. “Hey boys,” she fluttered her lashes at them while the fingers of her left hand curled around the inside of Astaroth’s elbow. “Mind if I get some of that?” Their cheeks flushed at the sight of her in the dark, revealing gown. “Y-yeah, definitely, sure Jez,” the one with the alcohol said, and held it out towards her. “Just keep it on the down low, there’s a narc by the door.” “Who’s this guy? I thought you were going to prom with Brad?” said Thomas, a short kid in a tacky light blue tux. It must have been facetious–Thomas was good enough friends with Brad to know about the breakup. He must have been saying it to insult her, Jezebel thought. It had been only a few days ago when Brad dumped her to ask her now former best friend to the prom. And Angela had said Yes, of course–who could resist going to the dance with the hottest senior? “Oh, this is Ast–Astaan, he’s visiting from Dubai,” she took a swig from the flask in her gloved hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the demon said to the group, looking down on them all. “I’m not sure what Brad had planned for tonight anyways,” Jezebel passed the flask to Astaroth. “Astaan is such a great dancer, and I’m so glad he’s still in town for tonight.” Thomas rolled his eyes. “Didn’t know you had a friend in Dubai.” “There’s like, a lot people don’t know about me,” she said, and smiled. Jezebel and Astaroth continued to turn heads as they entered the gymnasium, which had been decorated in cheesy tradition; this year the theme was Shine Like a Diamond. White balloons, rhinestones, glitter, and sparkling confetti were strewn about the furniture. They took to the dance floor, the train of her dress draped elegantly on one arm like a shawl, and whirled their way to the center, their feet stepping in rhythm on every beat. Jezebel watched Brad standing with Angela beside the punch bowl when she spun beneath Astaroth’s arm, she could feel his eyes on her, she could see on his face he knew he had made a mistake by not choosing her. During the slow song, she held the demon close, and gazed up in to his eyes with a sweet smile when in the corner of her eye she could see Brad’s stare from above Angela’s shoulder. Brad watched her throughout the night as Jezebel and her date took photos together, socialized, and enchanted everyone they encountered. It was obvious to him that the two of them would win prom king and queen–and they did. He complained to his friends that it shouldn’t be legal, that someone who wasn’t a student shouldn’t be able to be crowned prom king. But nobody seemed to care, administration wouldn’t even address the idea, it simply went unquestioned. When Jezebel stepped down from the stage, she noticed Brad looking at her, just as she had wanted him to look at her, with a burning desire in his deep brown eyes. “Let’s get some punch, I’m so parched,” she said to the prom king, and they made their way to the table, arm in arm. She decided to pretend to ignore Brad, just to draw out his well deserved suffering. Brad stepped away from Angela and approached the two of them. “Jez, who the hell is this guy?” “His name is Astaan, he’s my date, from Dubai. Who are you here with again?” Astaroth poured drinks for himself and Jezebel, playing the part of a perfect gentleman. “We need to talk,” Brad said. “Brad! Hey!” Angela called from the other side of the table, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. Brad ignored her. “I made a mistake.” “What time is it?” Jezebel asked her date. Astaroth looked down at his wrist, and drew his sleeve up to reveal a gold Rolex. “Forgive me, but thank you for reminding me of the time, I do have that flight to catch back to Dubai in a few hours,” he said. “You’re a generous friend, Jezebel, for inviting me to your dance.” “Of course,” she fluttered her lashes at the demon. “Do come visit me sometime, it does get quite hot but I’m sure you’d be entertained, we have a culture of hospitality there which has no equal.” “You know I’ll just have to go someday,” she said. “Forgive me, Brad was it? I’m afraid I haven’t the time for introductions, I must leave immediately, to catch my flight.” “That’s all good dude. The night’s almost over, anyways,” Brad said. “How about it, Jez, wanna get out of here with me? I’ve got a hotel room.” “Sounds divine,” she said. The hotel room was a swanky suite at a ritzy place befitting Brad’s silver spoon upbringing. He led her immediately to the king size bed, his fingers rolling over her body, his familiar tongue worming over her teeth. Shivers ran up her spine as he drew the zipper down her back. “Bend over, baby,” he breathed in her ear. Brad always liked doggy style best. “Mmmmmm,” she said, following his orders, and tried to imagine herself as his favorite porn star, making sure to moan approvingly, performing for him, as she knew he wanted to feel like a sex god. She took the pain from the pounding against her cervix until it went numb, and she screamed, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” until he finally finished and rolled over beside her. “I don’t know what I was thinking, baby,” he said, facing the ceiling as she curled up under his arm. “You made the right choice in the end, that’s all that matters,” she made sure her tone was as sweet as she could manage. She kissed his cheek and he turned to face her. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” “Aww, thank you.” “Please tell me this new look is permanent.” “Of course it is, this is the only me anyone’s gonna see from now on,” she said. “Please tell me I can be your girlfriend again.” “Of course baby.” The next Monday morning, Jezebel awoke earlier than she had before to prepare for school, to apply her new beauty products. When it came time to curl her eyelashes, she hesitated for a moment. Her left eye was still bald without the falsies, and it stung when she applied the glue, but that didn’t matter. Nobody would ever see her natural face again.

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Casualty S31 E44 - One

Bloody hell, what an episode!

I have to confess, I’m not someone who usually pays any attention to cinematography, or anything behind the scenes really.  I’m a casual watcher, who just likes to be entertained, and hopefully to like a handful of characters (and even better to be a little in love with one or two ;-)).  However, knowing how this groundbreaking episode was filmed in one single shot had me watching with my eye very much on the construction of the episode, more than the basic story/acting.  And my goodness, did it take some skill and coordination to pull off!  On that one aspect alone, it was an outstanding episode, and thoroughly worth my time.

Of course, to film an entire episode in one shot by it’s very nature means no re-takes, and any acting fluffs have to be naturally glossed over, just as with stage acting.  And I think that for some of the characters, they did exceptionally well, and really showed their acting chops.  Many of the guest cast too.  Some other characters perhaps didn’t fare so well, but that’s just how it goes (and to be honest, there are certain cast members whose acting abilities I’ve always called into some serious question!  Regardless, I don’t like to use these reviews to rip actors apart, only characters, so I shall say no more about it.)

What I will say is that I feel that a couple of the characters didn’t ring true in this episode, and I don’t think it’s related to the acting, more the writing.  For example, I know Jez has been through a lot, and I know that his experience in this ep was traumatic, but I felt his reactions to be somewhat overblown for the character that he has thus far been, it all felt a bit off.  SImilarly, Duffy’s interactions with the two teenaged girls shadowing her just all felt a little forced too.

I kind of think the COTWs were almost irrelevant this week - or perhaps that was just the way I was viewing the episode.  But I will take the extremely rare stance of defending Louise when she broke that band chap’s drumsticks.  I’d have done that hours earlier!!! 

Ethan#’s throwaway line that killing the man who had killed his child would not make him feel better.  Is this the last we’ll hear of the denouement of the Ethan/Cal/Scott Ellison?  Better not be taking a leaf out of the Holby writers books, Casualty writers.  To gloss over a massive thing like that is just a teensy bit of an insult to fans...

And I did wish that Diamond had got her comeuppance.  Being puked on just didn’t cut it for me!

Final assessment - A+ for choreography!

So now, we’ve had the last episode of the current season.  I hope it’s not too long a wait before it’s back, there’s a reason this show is still going strong after so many years, and I’m going to bloody miss it for the next couple of weeks (or however long).