#tony hallas

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NGC 2903: A Missing Jewel in Leo

Credits: Tony Hallas

[quiltofstars]

The Bubble Nebula, NGC 7635 // Tony Hallas

[haveihitanerve]

Avengers: Age of Ultron is my favorite movie, and I am not going to attempt to explain it because I really don't think i can, but here are some of the best quotes from Ultron that I feel the need to share

“Language” “I know, just slipped out” “for gosh sake watch your language” “thats not going anywhere anytime soon”

“Oh look theyre all lining up” “yeah well, theyre excited” fucking obliterates them

“Somebody wanna deal with that bunker?” *destroys it* “thank you.”

“Guys, stop we gotta talk this through.” *shoots all of them* “it was a good talk.” “no it wasn't.”

“Please be a secret door please be a secret door please be a secret-.... Yay!”

“Thor report on the hulk.” “the halls of val halla are filled with the screams of his victims.” *bruce, buries face in hands, steve looks at the roof like lord give me strength, nat looks at thor like what the hell, thor anxiously scrambling to save it and does not succeed*

“Boss?” “Oh no hes the boss, I just design for everything and pay for everything and make everyone look cooler.”

“Hes fast and shes weird.” 

“How is he?” “Unfortunately hes still barton.” “Oh how terrible.” 

“I don't have a girlfriend.” “that i can’t fix.” 

“I've seen her flirting. Up close.” *walks away* *wait a min-*“w-what do you mean up close?” 

“No more renovating.” *in the middle of battle* “you know i think ill make the dining room a little space for laura.” Nat: no one eats in a dining room

“That the best you can do?” “you had to ask.”

“The city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow.” 

“Steve, he said a bad language word.” “You tell everyone about that?” 

“Very very interesting theories. I have a simpler one, you're all not worthy.” *groans, clint sticks tongue out at him*

“Cap doesn't like that kind of talk.” “you know what romanoff..”

“Aw junior. You're gonna break your old mans heart.” “Clearly you've never made an omelet.” “he beat me by one second.” 

“Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep.” *hulk: roars* “...sorry.”

*steves face when clint greets his kids*

“We would have called ahead but we were busy having no idea that you existed.” 

“Do me a favor. Try not to bring it to life.” *tony: this bitch again? Why are you around every fucking corner you overprotective stalker*

*tony throwing darts* *clint throws a bullseye while hes taking his darts out*

“They're a mess.” “yeah. But they're my mess.” 

“Don't take from my pile.” 

“Just an old man who cares very much about you” tony being the only one to call fury Nick. (and maria hill but in a different movie so wtv)

“What were you napping?”

“Cap you got incoming.” *cut to steve trying to breathe on a car* “incoming already came in.”

“You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off.”

“Evacuate the city.” *no ones moves* “get off your lazy asses.” *fires gun*

“🎶Ooooooh i'm decrypting nuclear codes and you don't want me to.🎶” (tony drop the full album im waiting)

“You're not a match for him cap.” …. “Thanks barton.” 

“Cap can you keep him occupied?” “What do you think i've been doing???”

“Beep beep.” 

“Stark is right.” “oooh its definitely the end times.” 

*everyone's faces when vision lifts the hammer*

“Iron man the ones hes waiting for.” “thats true, he hates you the most.”

“You cant save them all. You'll never-” *gets yeeted off city* “Ill never what? You didn't finish!!!”

“Keep up old man” *lifts bow* “nobody would know. Nobody. Oh last i saw him and ultron was sitting on him. Yeah he’ll be missed. That little bastard. I miss him already.” 

“Fury you son of a bitch.” “Whoo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

“Its terribly well balanced.” “Well if theres too much weight you lose power on the swing so..” 

“Romanoff. You and banner better not be playing hide the zucchini.” 

“I was born yesterday.” 

Thor: says something serious and meaningful. Steve:...But if you put the hammer in an elevator..” Tony: itd still go up. Steve: elevators not worthy

“Im gonna miss these little chats.” “then don't go.” 😭

“Besides this one” *smacks tony* “theres nothing that cant be explained”

“That man has no regard for lawn maintenance.” 

“I will miss you tony.” 😭

“You wanna keep staring at the wall or do you wanna go to work? I mean, it is a nice wall.” “thought you and tony were still gazing into each others eyes.” 

Just them having casual conversations mid battle. I love. 

Its just that they are able, allowed to be a team, to be friends, we get to see them bond, not hate each other, we get to see serene team moments, we get the original six, its just them having a lot of fluff even with all the angst

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Cone Nebula LRGB Ha Credit: Tony Hallas Astrophoto

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Squinting a bit, Reldriz pours a great deal of consideration over what the offworlder is saying.

It’s true: stowaway, temporary crew, or otherwise, the ship he’d arrived on is in fact his only way to leave Halla. Unless he wants to wait for however long it will take for the next tradeship to consider them a profitable stop. Should this man have anything to return to–and Driz has no reason to believe that he doesn’t–it goes against his own self-interest to turn against the fulltime crew of traders. So, with a deep breath, Driz nods solemnly, ready to believe what’s being said, even if he leaves a little room for doubt in some dusty corner of his mind.

“I cannot allow it,” he finally says, though it remains unclear whether he is speaking more to Tony or to himself. “If there is even the slightest chance that what you say is true,” he continues, louder now, “I must put a stop to it.”

Wylas would want to hear all of this, Driz thinks to himself. But– His eyes drift to the side, down the corridor in the direction that the older Hallan had gone to search out his son, Ajex, and the prince feels an odd sense of relief to know that he’s busy at the docks. Perhaps Inalis has worn off on him. Or perhaps he’s just happy to feel like he is actually doing something to aid his people on his own, without stern eyes raking over his progress.

He does not stop to think about how odd it would be if Wylas knew nothing about this arms deal.

“Would you accompany me to investigate further?” 

Driz pulls a canteen from behind his back and takes a long drink from it as he begins to walk toward the docks, then looks over his new friend curiously, as if with new eyes. “Do you not carry a water vessel? I’ve plenty extra, if you need one. You look... awfully dry.”

As in, dull; distinctly lacking in shine and shimmer.

feralego​:

        Tipping his head to the side, a frown begins to chip away at the bright, excited expression Reldriz had worn just moments before. This is not what he’d expected from this conversation, and his disappointment unfortunately takes precedence over the gravity of the potential situation. If what the stranger is telling him is even true.

         But it’s not for a lack of care for his people. Reldriz has lived an incredibly sheltered life. His tutors had, of course, given him lessons in the basics of what’s left of their recorded history, but he’d never pressed for more information as his sister–first in line for the throne–had. He’d simply taken his lessons at face value, never realizing that everything might not fit into such easily digestible lesson plans.

         So what’s being said does not immediately raise the alarms in his head. He does not see history on the brink of repeating itself, because he’s not familiar enough with it to do so.

         “Perhaps Halla Major has experienced another infestation of fersto,” he ponders aloud, working through the most obvious reason why the inhabitants of the larger continent might need such weapons. “They are fearsome beasts, and have taken out entire settlements in the past.”

         But before he can think of any other, more nefarious reasons for the supposedly clandestine deals, skepticism chases that train of thought off the rails.

         “Are you not a member of the ship’s crew yourself?” His frown deepens, but excitement remerges suddenly, sparking a flash of technicolor over his cheeks. “Oh! Perhaps you’re a stowaway!”

         The stories he’d imagined a member of a trade ship’s crew could tell are eclipsed by the new possibilities. A stowaway, hopping between planets like an interstellar outlaw would surely have even better, more colorful tales. Narrow escapes and passionate flings and stolen goods. But–

          “Why should your word be believed over theirs?” He surprises himself with the question; is proud of himself for coming up with it. The prince folds his arms over his chest and straightens his neck, hoping some shimmer of his mother’s strength shines through in his mimicked posture. “Either you are one of them, or you are someone who stole aboard their ship in secret, or under false pretenses.”

         Oh, if only Inalis could see him now! Maybe she would think twice about calling him foolish for not understanding her intellectual pursuits. He is his mother’s son; he can think of his feet when the need arises.

         “Neither of these scenarios put you in a good light, my friend.”

       Tony’s expression flattens. He reaches, somewhat desperately, for his patience. This clearly isn’t going to be easy. ( When is it ever? ) 

      Naive. That’s the first, most obvious impression. He wonders if he was ever that naive. Before Howard sent him off to boarding school, maybe. ( Before Yinsen opened up his eyes to the reality of his business. ) 

      Which is why this hurts. This youth—– while far more iridescent than Tony ever was, somehow he feels like a painful reflection in the mirror. With a situation that’s so similar ( or is Tony just jumping at shadows? Projecting his own guilt, seeing echoes of his own life everywhere. It’s not even his life any more. )

      This guy sounds far too excited by the prospect of a stowaway, skin brightening and shimmering in a way that would be distracting in any other circumstance. Tony’s not sure why it would MATTER if he was a stowaway, if his intel is correct. If he’s trying to stop people getting hurt. Why the fuck should the Hallans care if Tony was a stowaway on a ship that’s nothing to do with them? 

      But he keeps a lid on that outrage, swallowing down that temper, because he doesn’t want to even imply that this prince is correct in his assumptions. Instead he does his best to channel Pepper’s calm no-bullshit attitude, and looks up at Prince Reldriz squarely. “I was hired a few stops back as a temporary crewmember. I overheard them talking about this job a few cycles back. And maybe I should have turned a blind eye, because they are literally my only ride off this planet. I mean, what the fuck do I have to gain from telling you any of this?”

      Tony shakes his head, rocks forward as he abruptly stops himself from taking a step closer. He can hear his voice raising again, getting riled up in a way that surely isn’t going to help. But he thinks of Obie’s voice in his ear, his weapons in the hands of terrorists. He thinks of Yinsen, again, and this, this is the promise he’d made in blood and sand. Memories that make his words more vicious than they probably need to be. 

       “It’s up to YOU if you believe me or not, kid. But innocent people could get hurt because of those weapons. You want that on your conscience?”

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Espíritu Libre

Caminante sin Camino, improvisador cicatrizado despojado de orgullo encarnando humildad, aprendiendo para compartir la esencia inmutable, música andante, orquesta de sangre carne y huesos interpretando la última sonata de unión entre Dios y el diablo como dos caras de la misma moneda, la humanidad hija de la fornicación de una diabla con un Arcángel, encarnación del bien y el mal, el círculo cromático con todos los colores más allá del blanco y negro en que ven los pacatos religiosos que impusieron sus vulgares dogmas sobre nuestras poderosas mentes, como plantar cizaña en un hermoso jardín, como la madre que ahoga en la alberca a los hijos que le han nacido porque pelea con el padre de ellos, como el artista que echa al fuego sus obras producto del espanto que le produce contemplar su propio espíritu.

Ajustar detalles del oficio que se desempeña bajo el designio del cacique de la Junta: "que si te inspira ser zapatero sólo quiero que seas el mejor por que de nada sirve el doctor si es el ejemplo malo del pueblo" donde en el caso particular me he enamorado del periodismo como la disciplina del curado y manejo profesional de la información en la era de la desinformación.

Ecuanimidad, imparcialidad y naturalidad para abordar cualquier hecho que se produzca y de lugar a cubrimiento noticioso es el criterio forjado en la praxis del oficio mas hermoso del mundo como alguna vez lo describiera el nobel colombiano García Márquez, bautizado mierda mierda por mi abuelo, pensionado de la policía sin mayor formación que la brutalidad propia de tal institución con la que según mi madre debemos estar agradecidos por el techo donde hoy vivimos logrado con los años de servicio de mi abuelo uniformado de oliva al estado de sitio proclamado por algún presidente acobardado de su propio pueblo, Colombia, hermosa tierra, calentura pura, los mejores estimulantes del mundo, acá hay de todo para todo el que quiera o necesite, pase, siga y por un módico precio puede disfrutar de las morenas que atendieron a Obama y sus escoltas en la Cumbre de las Américas en 2012, el año donde dijeron que todo iba a acabar, pero de comenzar, hoy 11 años después mastico y proceso todo lo que sucedió, porque para mi ha sido un par de parpadeos y ahora tengo 31 años, llegando a otro diciembre en emergencia financiera, tras haber desempeñado la albañilería en varias ocasiones de manera interrumpida como la única herencia que me dejaron tanto mi padre como mi abuelo en cuanto a servicio profesional se refiere.

Establecer un parangón entre los oficios que me ha correspondido por x o y razón desempeñar en estos últimos años es ver entre la humildad de personas que laboran toda la semana sin saber a ciencia cierta el pago que ha de llegar el sábado, guiado únicamente por la esperanza en la providencia divina. el carácter y la fuerza con que se pueda persuadir al cliente de turno para garantizar la sostenibilidad del ejercicio. Más ahora que tantas necesidades tengo, desde salir de la casa de la familia a buscar una independencia merecida y conquistada otrora, mejorar el equipamiento para el desempeño periodístico, hacer crecer el tesoro de Morgan y conquistar el mundo y todo lo que hay en él, así Dios me diga que no anhele las cosas del mundo la verdad es que yo quiero pisar el mundo entero y de hecho, como Kazu, el cielo bajo mi zuela. Ambiciones como 2pac, como Tony Montana, Como David Murcia Guzmán, Como Álvaro Uribe, Como Amado Carrillo el señor de los cielos.

Y así halla y me encuentre detractores del sueño de crecer económicamente (aún dentro de mi propia mente -producto de creencias erróneas hoy en corrección-) yo sigo enfocado, disciplinado como Michael Jordan y Mohamed Alí, entrenando duro como Rocky Balboa teniendo mas en claro que nunca las palabras que dirigió a su hijo: -Nadie golpea mas duro que la vida, pero es para probarte de que estás hecho, a ver si te vas a quedar en el suelo llorando como niña o te vas a parar a luchar por el sentido de honor y dignidad a que puedas dar lugar, de cualquier forma serás tan grande y digno como decidas, solo tu decides, solo tu tienes el control, y todo comienza por la mente, así que decide, y decide bien.

Aviso: Esta historia aún no termina, el balón está en mi cancha, el lápiz está en mi mano, los tenis bien amarrados, la botella de agua llena y la playlist aceitada de puro rap colombiano para atizar el espíritu a que no me ronque como en el colegio o en el barrio porque lo ponen a perder, así que mas vale tomar acción con radical decisión con tal que el Universo sepa y conozca los desgnios de mi espíritu, Bienestar y Calidad de Vida es la línea de meta que cruzaré cansado impulsado por Honor y mis ancestros.

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INDIES ANNUAL BOLLYWOOD MUSIC RATINGS/PLAYLIST (2010-2019) (Entire 2010's Decade!)

INDIE’S ANNUAL BOLLYWOOD MUSIC RATINGS/PLAYLIST:

Indie’s 2019 Top 20: (Song- Film) :

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The Wakhra Song – Judgementall Hai Kya

Aaina – The Body

Ve Maahi – Kesari

Ho Ja Awaara – Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas

PPDP Celebration Song – Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas

Jee Len De – R.A.W.

Kalank Duet (Bonus Track) – Kalank

Teri Mitti (Female Version) – Kesari

Teri Mitti (Male Version) – Kesari

Coca Cola – Luka Chhupi

Ghar More Pardesiya – Kalank

Tabaah – Kalank

Duniya – Luka Chhupi

Chashni Si – Murudhar Express

Dil Uda Patanga – Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas

Chhoti Chhoti Gal (Female version) – Motichoor Chaknachoor

Sanjheya – 22 Yards

Kaash Unplugged – The Zoya Factor

Aithey Aa – Bharat

Ek Malaal – Malaal

Sapna Hai Sach Hai – Panipat

Mere Mann Mein Shiva – Panipat

Apna Time Aayega – Gully Boy

Jeen Mein Aaye Mazaa – Gully Boy

Makhna – Drive

Sanedo – Made In China

Valam – Made In China

Mere Sohneya – Kabir Singh

Dreamtime – Mard Ko Dard Nahi Hota

Mila Toh Hai Na – De De Pyaar De

Chale Aana – De De Pyaar De

Dil Royi Jaaye – De De Pyaar De

Kal Ki Hi Baat – Chhichhore

Control – Chhichhore

Woh Din – Chhichhore

Pyar Ka Satellite – Satellite Shankar

Sau Jahan – 72 Hours

Tum Bepanah – 72 Hours

Jab Se Mera Dil – Amavas

Door – 72 Hours

Psycho Saiyaan – Saaho

Dheeme Dheeme – Pati Patni Aur Woh

O My Mehbooba – Total Dhamaal

Tequila – Bala

Twinkle Twinkle – Ujda Chaman

Khadke Glassy – Jabariya Jodi

Kaana Re Kaana – Mere Pyare Prime Minister

Laila – Notebook

Chhalla – Uri

Tum Chale Gaye (Male version) – Murudhar Express

Khairiyat – Chhichhore

Zilla Hilela – Jabariya Jodi

Machhardani – Jabariya Jodi

Dhoonde Akhiyaan – Jabariya Jodi

Sachiyaan Mohabattan – Arjun Patiala

Bairiya – Bombairiya

Life Mein Fair Chance – Mard Ko Dard Nahi Hota

Speaker Phat Jaye – Total Dhamaal

Jagga Jeetiya – Uri

Mard Maratha – Panipat

Bharat – Manikarnika

Vijayi Bhava – Manikarnika

Vande Mataram – 72 Hours

Yeh Aaina – Kabir Singh

Dil Ka Telephone – Dream Girl

Ik Mulaaqat – Dream Girl

Ab Toh Chal Pade – 72 Hours

Mukhda Vekh Ke – De De Pyaar De

Mirza Ve – Murudhar Express

Khuda Haafiz – The Body

MUSIC ALBUM OF THE YEAR 2019 – JOINTLY, 1.PAL PAL DIL KE PAAS 2. KALANK & 3. KESARI !

INDIE’S TOP 10 MALE BOLLY VOICES – SONGS : Singer – Song – Film

Arijit Singh – Ve Maahi – Kesari

Akhil – Duniyaa – Luka Chhupi

Shail Hada – Ek Malaal – Malaal

Navv Inder – Wakhra – Judgementall Hai Kya

Arko – Aaina – The Body

Mohit Chauhan – Jee Len De – R. A. W.

Arijit Singh – Kalank Bonus Track – Kalank

Arko – Teri Mitti – Kesari

Tony Kakkar – Coca Cola – Luka Chhupi

Pardeep Sran – Sanjheya – 22 Yards

INDIES 2019 MALE BOLLY SINGER – ARIJIT SINGH ! INDIE’S TOP 10 FEMALE BOLLY VOICES – SONGS :

Shreya Ghoshal – Ghar More Pardesiya – Kalank

Shreya Ghoshal – Tabaah – Kalank

Shreya Ghoshal – Sapna Hai Sach Hai – Panipat

Shreya Ghoshal – Yeh Aaina – Kabir Singh

Lisa – The Wakhra Song

Monali Thakur – Ho Ja Awaara – Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas

Jyotica Tangdi – Chhoti Chhoti Gal – Motichoor Chaknachoor

Parineeti Chopra – Teri Mitti – Kesari

Priya Saraiya – Valam – Made In China

Kamakshi Rai – Dreamtime – Mard Ko Dard Nahi Hota

INDIES 2019 FEMALE BOLLY SINGER – SHREYA GHOSHAL !

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS 2018 :

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Tera Yaar Hoon Main - Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety

Aahista - Laila Majnu

Tum Nazar Mein Raho - Laila Majnu

Binte Dil - Padmaavat

Katyu Chuko - Laila Majnu

Sarphiri - Laila Majnu

Hafiz Hafiz - Laila Majnu

Gayee Kaam Se - Laila Majnu

Sui Dhaaga - Sui Dhaaga

Yaadon Ki Almari - Helicopter Eela

Ghoomar - Padmaavat

Bioscopewala - Bioscopewala

Halla - Manmarziyaan

Namo Namo - Kedarnath

Qaafirana - Kedarnath

Chonch Ladhiyaan - Manmarziyaan

F For Fyaar - Manmarziyaan

Dariya - Manmarziyaan

Yaariyan Mohalle Wali - Rajma Chawal

Kundali - Manmarziyaan

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS 2017! :

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Gori Tu Lath Maar - Toilet Ek Prem Katha

Tukda Tukda - Mirza Juuliet

Ab Raat - Dobaara

Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin - Meri Pyari Bindu

Ek Dooni Do - Rangoon

Sunn Bhavara - Ok Jaanu

Ye Jawaani Teri - Meri Pyaari Bindu

Badnaam Jiya de Gaari - Anarkali of Aaraah

Hans Mat Pagli - Toilet Ek Prem Katha

Afeemi - Meri Pyaari Bindu

Aaye Saiyan - Wedding Anniversary

Bakheda - Toilet Ek Prem Katha

Kuch Parbat Hilaayen - Poorna

Iss Tarah - Meri Pyaari Bindu

Kaari Kaari - Dobaara

Oye Firangi - Firangi

Ban Ja Rani - Tumhari Sulu

Jiyo re Baahubali - Baahubali 2

Dirty Flirty - Aa Gaya Hero

Lohe Da Liver - Aa Gaya Hero

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS, 2016 ! :

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Jeeta Hain Chal - Neerja

Laali - Laal rang

Dariya - Baar Baar Dekho

Teri Khair Mangdi - Baar Baar Dekho

Sindhu Ma - Mohenjo Daro

Ikk Kudi - Udta Punjab

Labon Ka Karobaar - Befikre

Mohenjo daro - Mohenjo daro

Just Go to Hell Dil - Dear Zindagi

Kho Gaye Hum Kahan - Baar Baar Dekho

Kaaga - Mirzya

Sau Aasmaan - Bbaar Baar Dekho

Bawli booch - Laal Rang

Nachde Ne Saare - Baar Baar Dekho

Raj Karega Khalsa - A Flying Jatt

Om Ganpateya Namaha - Banjo

Bolna - Kapoor & Sons

Tu Hi Hai - Dear Zindagi

Tareefon Se - Dear Zindagi

Bappa - Banjo

Masoom Sa - Madaari

Tu Bhoola Jise - Airlift

The Breakup Song - Ae Dil Hai Mushkil

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil - Ae Dil hai Mushkil

Baadal - Akira

Vadiya - Udta Punjab

Ud-daa Punjab - Udta Punjab

Kala Chashma -Baar Baar Dekho

Kar Gayi Chull - Kapoor & Sons

Malamaal - Housefull 3

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS, 2015 ! :

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Tu Jo Mila - Bajrangi Bhaijaan

Zindagi Kuch Toh Bataa - bajrangi Bhaijaan

Sooraj Dooba Hain - Roy

Gerua - Dilwale

Mann Kasturi - Masaan

Humnava - Hamari Adhuri Kahani

Hasi - Hamari Adhuri Kahani

Yeh Kaisi Jagah - Hamari Adhuri Kahani

Janam Janam - Dilwale

Tu Hai Ki Nahi - Roy

Tu Chahiye - Bajrangi Bhaijaan

Moh Moh Ke Dhaage - Dum Lagaake Haisha

Kya Pataa - Drishyam

Prem Leela - Prem Ratan Dhan Paayo

Prem Ratan Dhan Paayo - Prem Ratan Dhan Paayo

Banjaare - Wedding Pulaav

Aaj Unse Milna Hai - Prem Ratan Dhan Paayo

Bachpan Kahan? - Prem Ratan Dhan Paayo

Tu Kisi Rail Si - Masaan

Sapna Jahan - Brothers

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS, 2014 ! :

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Suno Na Sangamarmar - Youngistaan

Anhad Naad - Rang Rasiya

Gulon Mein Rang Bhare - Haider

Rang Rasiya - Rang Rasiya

Sheesha Ka Samundar - The Expose

Ishq Da Bukhar - Mad about Dance

Jhelum - Haider

Vidya Ki Parasmani - Chaarfutiya Chhokare

Banjaara - Ek Villain

Kaise Sukh Soyein - Ankhon Dekhi

What A Feeling - Heartless

Ishq Khuda - Heartless

Jind Meriye - Purani Jeans

Rangi Saari Gulaabi - Gulaab Gang

Raat Bhar - Heropanti

Tu - Bobby Jasoos

Hasee Toh Phasee - Manchala

Gimme Pizza - Pizza 3D

Kahan Hai Khuda - Mad About Dance

Hamari Atariya - Gulaab Gang

Fugly Fugly Kya Hai - Fugly

Kaun Si Nagariya - Charfutiya Chhokare

Teri Galiyan - Ek Villain

Tu Hi Tu (Male) - Kick

Tu Hi Tu (Female) - Kick

Manali Trance - The Shaukeens

Besharmi Ki Height - Main Tera Hero

Naina Ishq Na Ho - Holiday

London Thumakda - Queen

Mast Magan - 2 States

INDIE BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS, 2013 ! :

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Main Rang Sharbaton Ka - Phata Poster Nikla Hero

Tum Hi Ho - Aashiqui 2

Laal Ishq - Ram Leela

Dhoop - Ram Leela

Zinda - Lootera

Ilahi - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani

Ek Ghadi - D Day

Tera Raasta Chhodoon Na - Chennai Express

Kabira- Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani

Bhaag Milkha Bhaag - Bhaag Milkha Bhaag

Jaane Bhi De - Ishkq in Paris

Sun Raha Hai Na Tu - Aashiqui 2

Maula Sun Le Re - Madras Cafe

Milne Hai Mujhse Aayi - Aashiqui 2

Zinda - Bhaag Milkha Bhaag

Bhula Dena - Aashiqui 2

Sawaar Loon - Lootera

Be Intehaan - Race 2

Dil Tu Hi Bataa - Krissh 3

Teri Jhuki Nazarr - Murder 3

Ambarsariya - Fukrey

Chahun Main Ya Na - Aashiqui 2

Shubharambh - Kai Po Che

Dhuaan - D Day

Slow Motion Angreza - Bhaag Milkha Bhaag

Ankahee - Lootera

Lag Gayi Lottery - Fukrey

Tum Jo Mile - Ishk Actually

Janam Janam - Phata Poster Nikla Hero

Akkad Bakkad - Bombay Talkies

INDIES BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS, 2012 ! :

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Tumhi Ho Bandhu - Cocktail

Challa - Jab Tak Hai Jaan

Ekla Cholo Re - Kahaani

Tu - Ajab Gazabb Love

Pani da Rang - Vicky Donor

Bolo Na - Chittagong

Sun Soniye - Ajab Gazabb Love

O Pardesi - Married 2 America

Ho Jaayega - From Sydney With Love

Raabta - Agent Vinod

Muskaanein Jhoothi Hain - Talaash

That's All I Really Wanna Do - Teri Meri Kahaani

Mar Jaiyan - Vicky Donor

Saiyaara - Ek Tha Tiger

Right Now Now - Housefull 2

Jeene Ki Wajah - Chittagong

Umeed Hai - Dangerous Ishkq

Lagan Lagi - Dangerous Ishkq

Heer - Jab Tak Hai Jaan

Saans - Jab Tak Hai Jaan

Thehri si Zindagi - London Paris New York

Naina Re - Dangerous Ishkq

Abhi Abhi Toh Mile Ho - Jism 2

Yaariyaan - Cocktail

Aafaton Ke Parinde - Ishaqzaade

Mala Jau De - Ferrari Ki Sawaari

Boom Boom - Ajab Gazabb Love

Laapata - Ek Tha Tiger

Hosanna - Ekk Deewana Tha

Jessie's Driving Me Crazy - Ekk Deewana Tha

Jiya Laage Na - Talaash

Gustaakh Dil - English Vinglish

Abhi Mujh Mein Kahin - Agneepath

O Saiyyan - Agneepath

Aga Bai - Aiyyaa

Dreamum Wakeupum - Aiyyaa

Sari Sari Raat - Khiladi 786

Pareshaan - Ishaqzaade

Jis Jagah Pe Khatam - Players

Dil ye Bekarar Kyun - Players

Tujhe Sochta Hoon - Jannat 2

English Vinglish - English Vinglish

Saanson Ne Baandhi Hai Dor - Dabangg

Jee Le Zaraa - Talaash

Bawra Mann - Chal Pichchur Banate hain

Ankhiya Milake Channa - Jeena Hai Toh Thok Daal

Navrai Majhi - English Vinglish

Do You Know- Housefull 2

Good Night - Ferrari Ki Sawaari

Chalao Na Naino Se Baan Re - Bol Bachchan

Lelo Lelo Sale Lagi Hai - Ata Pata Lapata

INDIE'S BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS - 2011 ! - Top 75 !

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Kun faya kun - Rockstar

Nadaan parindey - Rockstar

Jo bhi main - Rockstar

Hosanna - Ekk deewana tha

Sharminda hoon - Ekk deewana tha

Sunlo zara - Ekk deewana tha

Sadda haq - Rockstar

Aromale - Ekk deewana Tha

Te amo - Dum maro dum

Tum ho -

" Aur ho - "

Aaj rang hai ai maa - Yeh faasley

Kya hai mohabbat - Ekk deewana Tha

Kyun main jagoon - Patiala House

Baangur - I Am

Awaaz - FALTU

Tonight - Luv ka The End

Saathiya - Singham

Phoolon jaisi - Ekk Deewana Tha

Phir se ud chala - Rockstar

Dil dhadakne do - Zindagi na milagi dobara

Subha hone na de - Desi Boyz

Sadi gali - Tanu weds manu

Rangrez mere - Tanu weds manu

Yun hi - Tanu weds manu

Teri meri prem kahani - Bodyguard

Wake up now - Miley naa miley hum

Jeena seekh liya - ZNMD

Rab rakha - Love breakups zindagi

Bhare naina - Ra One

Dost hai - Ekk deewana tha

Luv ka the end - Luv ka the end

Katiya karoon Rockstar

You're so beautiful - Haunted 3D

Singham - Singham 1

The mutton song - Luv ka the end

Senorita - ZNMD

Dil dar ba dar - Yeh saali zindagi

Ishq sufiyana - The Dirty Picture

FUN fun fanaa - Luv ka the end

Phir teri woh subah ban jaoon - Angel

Rubaru - Angel

Main ek bhanwara - Saahib Biwi aur Gangster

Chammak challo - Ra One

Dildara - Ra One

Criminal - Ra One

Jugni - Tanu weds manu

Aa zara - Murder 2

Baatein shuru - Mujhse Fraandship Karoge

Abhi kuch dino se - Dil toh bachcha hai ji

Jaaniya - Haunted 3D

Khaabon ke parindey - ZNMD

Oye oye - Double dhamaal

Ooh la la - The dirty picture

Sooraj ki baahon mein - ZNMD

Ik junoon - ZNMD

Bodyguard - Bodyguard

Ishq na kariyo kakke - Pyaar ka punchnama

Phir mohabbat - Murder 2

I hate you like I love you - Delhi Belly

Humko pyar hua - Ready

Meri ada bhi - Ready

Saibo - Shor In The City

Desi beat - Bodyguard

Nakkadwale disco - Delhi belly

Zaraa dil ko thaam lo - Don 2

Dushman mera - don 2

Life sahi hai - Pyaar ka punchnama

Chack gilassi - Pyaar ka punchnama

Character dheela - Ready

Nanhi si jaan - Stanley ka dibba

Achha lagta hai - Aarakshan

Shera di kaum - Speedy singhs

Jaa chudail - Delhi belly

Saigal blues - Delhi belly

INDIE 'S BOLLY MUSIC AWARDS - 2010 ! :

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Soniye - Emotional Atyachar

Tera zikr - Guzaarish

Sauda hai dil ka - Akrosh

Dil kyun ye mera - Kites

Teriyan meriyan - Kajraare

Pee loon - Once a time in Mumbai

Allah hi reham - My name is khan

Kaun hoon main - Prince

Tere liye - Prince

Dum dum - Band baja baraat

Chola maati ke ram - Peepli live

Phir mujhe dil - Toh bat pakki

Aye khuda - Paathshaala

Zindagi do pal ki - Kites

Sheila ki jawani - Tees maar khan

Hudd hudd dabangg - Dabangg

Mora piya - Raajneeti

I've been waiting - Jhootha hi sahi

Do nishaaniyan - "

Bheegi si bhaagi si - Rajneeti

Dhan dhan dharti - Raajneeti

Ajnabi hawayein - Shaapit

Noor e khuda - My name is Khan

Sanu guzara zamana - Kajraare

Ranjha ranjha - Raavan

Allah ke bande - Waisa bhi hota hai

Hello hello - Jhootha hi sahi 28.Surili akhiyon wale - Veer

Call me dil - Jhootha hi sahi

Pam pa ra - "

Suno aisha - Aisha

Behke behke - Aisha

Tere mast mast - Dabangg

Tujhe dekhke armaan jaage - Kajraare

Jhule jhule palna - Life express

Cry cry - Jhootha hi sahi

Reham o karam - We are family

Bin tere - I hate luv storys

Tu na jaane - Anjaana Anjaani

Sajdaa - My Name Is Khan

By the way - Aisha

Kaisi hai ye udaasi - Karthik calling karthik

Challa - Crook

Mere bina - Crook

Lagi lagi milan dhun - Hiss

Baaja bajeya - do dooni chaar

Isi umar mein - Bollywood love

Isak se meetha - Aakrosh

Chahoon tujhe - Mallika

Tere naina - My name is Khan

Dil khol ke - We are family

Sun le dua yeh - We are family

Hamesha & forever - We are family

Dil toh bachcha hai ji - Ishquiya

Man lafanga - Lafangey parindey

Aankhon mein neenden - We are family 57.Dunno y na jane kyun - Dunno y na jaane kyun

Bahara - I hate luv storys

I feel good - Anjaana Anjaani

Tumse hi tumse - Anjaani Anjaani

Maiyya yashodha - Jhootha hi sahi

Munni badnaam hui - Dabangg

Milo wahan wahan - Ada

Behne de mujhe - Raavan

Kajra kajra - Kajraare

Tum jo aaye zindagi mein - Once upon a time in mumbai

Tujhe bhula diya - Anjaana anjaani

des mera - Peepli live

Kya full - crook

Apna har din - Golmaal 3

Music hi haye - Admissions open

Nain parindey - Lafangey Parindey

Do dooni chaar - Do dooni chaar

Salaam aaya - Veer

Tere pyar mein - Bollywood love

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Kizz Daniel - Flex Lyrics

Kizz Daniel - Flex Lyrics Verse 1 Yo Won ni gan-gan-gan-gan (DJ Coublon) Won ni gan-gan-gan-gan, nah-nah Shey make I come your place? (yes) Shey Hennessy go dey? (yes) What about the babes? (yes) Babes from UK? Sh'oma le mi lole? (no) Tinba fa gobe (no) Can I touch your Ekele? Ekele toni Ikebe Island boys (yes) Wey dey carry boys (yes) Shey dem get money? My kind money Oluwa loni ganja Iwin loni igbo nla Vado loni vibe Fela loni Shriners Chorus I just wan flex Make nobody halla for my head And if I push your button You go push my button I go rock your body, oh-ohh See, I just wan flex Make nobody halla for my head And if I push your button You go push my button I go rock your body, oh-ohh I don't know K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh? K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh? K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh ah? (Owo lowa loke) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh? (ahh) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh? (ahh) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh ah? (ahh) (Owo lowa loke) Verse 2 Vado oosha, Vado Vado ma pami nah Vado ma pami nah Listen now I say my life just dey sweet (yes) E be like I put sugar (yes) No carry that bad energy come my side My hommies say I razz My hommies say I bad (yes) Hommie gonna drink anything you put for the glass Gidi girl (yes) Where you dey? Girl, I'm in the mood Make I show my face I don't know how to party (I don't know) But I learnt from parties who never to be caught unfresh Chorus I just wan flex Make nobody halla for my head And if I push your button You go push my button I go rock your body, oh-ohh See, I just wan flex Make nobody halla for my head And if I push your button You go push my button I go rock your body, oh-ohh I don't know K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh? K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh? K'aya fun won (k'aya fun won) Shey k'aya fun won oh ah? (Owo lowa loke) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh? (ahh) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh? (ahh) K'aya fun won (ayy) Shey k'aya fun won oh ah? (ahh, ayy) K'aya owo fun won Outro Vado Number one Hey Read the full article

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Milky Way Arc Credit & Copyright: Tony Hallas 

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Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,317

Warnings: I don’t think there is any?? Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress??

Request: Yes

Summary: You work on getting you little girl back. And hope that it’s successful.

A/N: It’s been a long time coming, I haven’t proof read it or anything (but when do I ever? Lol), so bare that in mind.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

Being a pair of Avengers and going through the adoption process was so very complicated.

On one hand, you were well known across the globe. Household names.

But on the other. You were dangerous people, with violent past's -and futures to come- with more enemies than you could count. Some of which you didn't even know existed. And who in their right minds would ever let a child into that environment? People have been turned down for much less.

However.

You were basically celebrity's. And as everyone knows, that comes with a lot of special treatment. Even if you and Natasha -And most of, if not all of your team- denied to use any of it. But in this case? For little Hope? You would do whatever you had to.

So, it was thanks to that, that you were even allowed to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings every which way. And so much more.

It was a long and tedious journey. And you still had a long way to go.

Right now, you had to watch as someone picked apart your home -once again- to make sure it was okay for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

You had moved not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times. Which really made it seem like you weren't doing anything, in their eyes, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole place out at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he insisted. So when you two found a townhouse that you absolutely adored, not too far from SHIELD HQ -where you both now worked most of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both to be adopting Hope- or trying to at least, the man lowered your hours and took you off missions altogether. Just until you were all settled-, the billionaire bought it for you, the moment he got wind of it.

You were moved in three days later. Deciding to work on the house while you lived there.

"So, where would the child be sleeping?" Your caseworker asked.

"Oh, right this way," you said, leading her down the hall to the newly decorated bedroom. Natasha following behind.

You gestured to the light pink, yet slightly sparse room. "This is it."

"We still have to pick up some of the furniture. But we've been waiting for the room to be decorated first," Natasha said, excusing the bare room.

"Yeah, Hope's not going to sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It look's decorated to me?"

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, Hope has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it, too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the two kids he took in with his fiance."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"That's the guy," you said, nodding along with Natasha.

"I've seen him around the office," She spoke again a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on getting the furniture for the room?"

"Hopefully, within a month," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it was now. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Almost like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Everything stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

There was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children have birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life, that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

You and Natasha had to watch as Government's essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you clothed and fed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Just wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, luckily for you, the children were now classed as American citizens. Which made it ten times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which is honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard this is.

There were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you, saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope in your family.

It was so fucking hard.

Natasha had rolled over one night after you two had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting. Uttering how you were, "Never going to get her back" that there was "Juts no way, they will let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So for. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork.

"Oh, we know."

"Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that's is good news." Stephane smiled. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

Natasha sighed happily. "We can't wait."

"Well, goodbye then."

You whished the dirty-blonde woman farewell, closing the door behind her.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your red-headed girlfriend said excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filling your soul with warmth, that travelled all the way into your bones.

You matched her emotions, hands coming to curve around her shoulder blades and pulling her close to you.

"I know, Honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered, with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

***

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope. However, it had been one of the first times you were able to see her since the day she was taken away from you.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inkling to think that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way. The thought of how your life had been that time last year.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha, and the rag-tag group of hero's you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow', you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up'.

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your []. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life. Breaking both of your heart's.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting girls.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short hair. Grinning when she reached her arms towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you gratefully accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you, "You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watching as you pulled your hand's in front of your face, wiggling the fingers almost spookily as them. The girls turned to each other, "They're silly."

Then they walked away.

With you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Natasha laughed at this, then greeted the care worker that was patiently waiting for you both. The one that you had only just noticed.

"Hello, Stephany," Natasha said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. You following suit.

"Hey. How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Exhausted," you told her honestly, "With moving house and everything, I just want to have Hope home, then sleep for a week."

The care worker laughed at that.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later, then."

Your few hour's with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined. You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book. You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. Hope's hand's resting on the red-heads cheeks, watching her mother with such concentrating eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day', you thought, 'one day'.

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

Just like the last time.

And the time before that.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

It just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, albeit silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you let your tears fall, Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, an incredulous look upon her face, "Keep on seeing her, and not being able to bring her home."

"We'll get there," your [] reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand, "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"But it almost seems endless, Nat."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips, brushing against it as she continued, "We'll bring her home. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

***

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted it had taken a while longer -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms, and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her, like that, ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp.

"Why I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antics but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by raising both of her arms.

She was already taking after you.

Your red-headed girlfriend sighed dreamily after you, as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On your way to the car.

She couldn't remember a time where she was this happy.

It had been a long time since then.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would bring with the two of you now by her side.

***

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Leonids Over Joshua Tree National Park

Credits: Wally Pacholka, Tony Hallas

[tangerineisms]

luna elizabeth eclipse, already 12 years old

“she was alive. she could swim.”

- the wandering girl, evangeline dubois

pink super moon over michigan (2020)

moonlight (2016) dir. barry jenkins

if im being honest, dodie

aries constellation, tony & daphne hallas

the eclipse kids, evangeline dubois

the wandering girl, evangeline dubois

banded driftfish, tianhong wang

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The Southern Pinwheel Galaxy, M83 // Tony Hallas

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  “Pleiades Star Cluster” by Tony & Daphne Hallas.

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Thanks!! 💕

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewelry that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

🍪: What is something that’s sentimental to your OC?

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🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewelry that they always wear or refuse to part with?

Niamh always wears earrings, but the earrings themselves aren’t sentimental or special or anything!

Dasha wears a necklace that belonged to her father, as well as a ring from Keeper Marethari on a leather cord around her neck. (She also has her earlobes, nose, and septum pierced, but she doesn’t usually wear elaborate or sentimental jewelry in her piercings bc she doesn’t want it to get torn out or lost/broken during fights)

Toni has at least a half-dozen piercings on their face and ears (as well as several pieces of body jewelry), but thankfully none of that is sentimental, as they’re constantly losing jewelry all over Kirkwall (and has actually had their septum ring torn out during a fight 😬). One piece of jewelry that IS super sentimental is a friendship bracelet Merrill made for them 💕💕

Enaste wears a sylvanwood ring from Keeper Deshanna on a cord around her neck, and that’s the only jewelry she usually wears. (Although I will say I’m very into the idea of Solas giving a romanced Inquisitor his jawbone necklace, and it would be very Fun and Ironic for Enaste to wear her “Never Trust the Great Betrayer, Fen’Harel” ring necklace and “I Fucked the Dread Wolf and All I Got Was This Dumb Jawbone” necklace layered on top of each other lmao)

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

I answered Niamh and Dasha’s favorite scents here and Enaste’s here!

When I think of Toni’s favorite scents I think of the Elizabeth and James Nirvana perfume in the scent Amethyst: honeysuckle, cedar, tobacco, and musk. Sweet but not overly so, a little spicy, and musky.

🍪: What is something that’s sentimental to your OC?

I don’t think Niamh has many sentimental trinkets. Not because she isn’t sentimental (she’s SUPER sentimental), but because she hasn’t had a chance to keep anything special. She doesn’t have basically anything from the clan she came from originally and I don’t think she received many special gifts (or many gifts at all, tbh 😔) growing up in Kinloch Hold.

Dasha has the special jewelry mentioned above, and then also has a stuffed halla that she got as a little girl. Her Dalish belt and foot wraps, etc, have become sentimental now that she’s separated from her clan.

Toni carries their father’s staff (lmao I always think of that one post) and generally hoards any knickknacks they’re gifted; they try to act like they’re shallow and uninterested in sentimental stuff but they’re actually extremely sentimental to the point of keeping things that are definitely just garbage

Even though she travels light, Enaste has a bunch of tiny trinkets from her parents, siblings, nieces, and friends back home. She has a little wooden halla that her father carved for her, a string of decorated wooden beads on her staff that were a gift from her youngest sister Asvhalla, a wrap her mother wove, and a bunch of other knick-knacks like little shells and flowers and such!

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WIP Saturday

I was tagged by @chyrstis and @scungilliwoman thank you, lovelies!!! Honestly, I’m so damn behind on my tag games...I’m so sorry, I’m getting there. 

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I’ve been doing a lot of Dragon Age, MCU, Arrowverse, and some other stuff (becuase I’m all over the place), so here yah go!

Dragon Age: Athera and Evune in the Exalted Plains before helping Solas’ spirit friend, after Haven fell. 

“And you’re okay with all of this?” Evune asked as she stepped on a boulder, looking down below us as a few halla settled down for the night. “You seem a bit…off.”

Glancing over at her, the arms around my chest tighten as they remained crossed. “It just…feels a bit odd. Everything seems so...quiet and open here.” Evune threw back her head, laughing a bit.

“Welcome to the Plains, darling.” She smirked a bit as the shadows of the fire from the camp behind us flickered across her face. It made her dark eyes look like the night sky, almost terrifying yet beautiful. It’s almost odd to me how the eyes show the kind of person you were on the inside, because I knew it was a pure representation of who she was. Even if she didn’t want to admit it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.” I murmured, glancing behind me at the others. Blackwall carving something with his knife as Varric lounged next to the fire, watching it as he lowly spoke of stories of his travels. Solas, only a little further from the fire than Blackwall, sat quietly, stoically as he listened, whether to Varric or us, I wasn’t sure. “Being the First is…” I glanced back down below us, the moon full and lighting the plains in front of us as the creek ran not far from our camp. “I didn’t think I’d have to do it; I didn’t think for a moment that Isha would…”

“Die?” Evune offered as she watched me carefully, her sharp eyes taking in everything and reminding me of the hunter she became once she joined our clan. Andruil’s vallaslin was more than fitting for her, even as a rogue. It was moments like this that made me more grateful to have my cousin by my side.

“I went to the Conclave because I needed time to think, I…I didn’t want the responsibility that came with being a First. I don’t know if I want to be Keeper when Deshanna steps down.”

If I was expecting a shocked reaction from her, I would have been disappointed. It was as if I had just told her the sky was blue, the only movement from her was the slight arch in her brow as I glanced over her. “I hope you’re not expecting me to overly surprised by this, Athera. You jumped at the opportunity when everyone was ready to let me scout it out.”

“And ended up with more responsibility than before.” I laughed humorlessly. “Just think Evune, if Isha hadn’t died, if I hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to run from the weight of being the First, you could be Inquisitor right now.”

“In what world would that be reassuring, Little Fawn? Me and Fen’an leading this little pack of warriors? You and I both know that the right person was there for that. Don’t haunt yourself with those kinds of thoughts, you’re the leader because you’re meant to be.”  

MCU: Steve coming back in Infinity War

“Ross.” Rhodes sighed. “We gotta take this. Rayna, I’m sorry—”

“Do it.” She replied as she stood straight, her head high. “Let us see what he has to say to this now that Tony is missing.”

The malice in her voice made Rhodes and I exchange a look before he turned to the screen and accepted the call. The blue hologram of Secretary of State and the conference room he was in filled the space as Bruce went to the next room, an old flip phone turning in his hands. Rhodey crossed his arms as he took him in, Rayna leaning against the bench—her magic making a coffee mug disappear and reappear. “Mr. Secretary, how can we help you?”

“Well, Colonel, as you can tell, we have a problem.” He replied, barely looking up at us him and his men shuffled through his papers. “Mr. Stark is gone, we need to assemble who we have left.”

“To fight a spaceship that’s no longer hovering over New York City?” Rayna asked and I threw her a look as he sighed.

“To fight off whatever threat we have.” Ross snapped. “What information do we have?”

“His name is Thanos.” Rhodes replied. “He’s…looking for some—he’s looking to destroy and take out half the universe.” Ross took a moment to glance at us, and I swallowed as his eyes flitted to me momentarily.

“And how do we know this?”

We both hesitated before I decided to come clean. “Dr. Banner has…returned. He was on the ship when Thanos attacked Thor…he’s gone.” Another sigh came from him as he handed something to one of his men, a few exchanging glances as Ross spoke.

“So Dr. Banner has conveniently returned with news and you’re telling me we lost the Asgardian?”

“That Asgardian risked his life to try and save us.” Rayna snapped as she shoved off the workbench, making some tools fall and clatter on the floor. “We would do well to take heed of the warning.”

They glared at each other as the tension became worse and I moved, grabbing her arm. “Rayna…”

“Stark is missing, Secretary. I suggest you begin being more cordial to the allies you do have left.” She replied, venom dripping from her words as she walked away, joining Banner in the next room. I threw Rhodes a look before following suit, staying close to them as they stood off to the side, Banner now rubbing his face a bit as he paced slowly.

Seemingly unaffected, Ross continued. “Still no word from Vision?”

Peaky Blinders: Dahlia finding out Alfie is alive

“There are binoculars on the table there, Mr. Shelby. He insists you admire the view. He will be with you shortly.”

I say nothing, don’t dare turn away from the sea as the breeze hits my face. He joins me with binoculars in his hand as the sound of her gathering a tray can be heard. If I had to guess, I would say perhaps tea. How wonderful would it be, to just sit here on a beautiful day and a cup of tea, reading and watching. I allow myself to wonder what it would be like to leave everything behind for this. I hadn’t had peace in so long, I feared I would never know it again.

“It’s been so long since I’ve travelled.” I say, breaking the silence as Tommy holds the binoculars up to his eyes. “So bloody long. The horrid woman would constantly make us travel; tutors changed frequently. Honestly, Tommy, it’s a wonder I had learned anything at all.” I scoffed.

“Mmm. Woes of the upper class.” He mutters back.

“Yes, I s’pose that’s one way to say it.” I sigh before looking over at him. “But you always say we’re better than them, Tommy. You said it about the Russians, even with Luca…you said it, and you say it now with the politicians. Thomas…our values as a family…we’re above this. We don’t believe in this. Please. I need to know if this man can help us.”

Tommy drops his hand, turning and looking at me when the sound of footsteps are heard. “Business first, Dahlia. Remember, business first.”

I go to retort, to ask him again, but I don’t get the chance.

“You out there, Tommy!” A male voice called, and I felt it then, a chill run through me that had little to do with the breeze. My heart squeezed as I stared at Tommy.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Tommy—” I breathed out.

“I was just having some oil rubbed into the bits that really hurt, mate. What do you think of that view, eh?”

I knew that voice. I knew that fucking voice. Tears welled and I fought like I never had before, refusing to cry. Tommy won’t look at me as he steps forward, and I am desperate enough to even contemplate clutching onto his sleeve, but don’t act on it.

“It’s Margate. What can you do?” Tommy replied as the placed the binoculars on the lounge. I watch as the man cuts the music I had barely noticed and turns.

Far Cry 5: Wren’s Cleansing and spitting water in John’s face

“This one?” a male voice echoed as I fought against heavy eyelids to see a blurred night sky. I saw a man in the corner of my eye with a wool sweater and messy hair, pointing to something on the ground.

“No. This one.” Another male voiced, his voice deep and well-spoken. Had it been any other situation, I would dare say it was soothing.

The scruffy man found his way to me, leaning over as he studied me with confusion. “Doesn’t seem very worthy.”

“It is not for us to judge.” The other man came into view, and he was much more put together than his companion. His dark hair was neat, and beard trimmed. He donned a trench coat, giving him an air of importance. “Deliver her unto the waters. The Cleansing begins tonight.” The grungy man reached for me just as I faded back to blackness.

“The water must wash away our past.” A voice echoed and I stirred. He was muffled and I couldn’t place the odd sensation as I began to become aware. It was as if my head was buried beneath sand. My body began to protest, my chest burning, and it was only then that I had realized I wasn’t breathing at all. I was fully awake now and staring at the face of one of the men I had seen earlier, holding me down beneath the water. “We must expose our sins. We must atone…” The man pulled me forward through the surface of the water. I took a quick breath, my gasp only audible between me and my new friend. I finally was able to take everything in. It was night, obviously, and we were on the bank of the river. My head was still screwy from the bliss in my system, but I could make out the lace in the trees and the van parked underneath. But it was the man standing before us that had my attention. John Seed. I recognized him from the intel Dutch had on him at the bunker and the broadcast. Not to mention the pictures and billboards he had all over the place. His trench coat was gone, showing the blue button up shirt and black waistcoat he wore underneath. The others were being walked to him as he read from a white book, his thumb rubbing a symbol on their foreheads. “For only then may we stand in the light of God and walk through his Gate unto Eden.” He said as he marked the last person, before he turned to me and closed his book as I was escorted to him.

“Not this one.” He said as he studied me for only a second, but it felt like forever. His eyes drew me in and I almost squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze. It pinned me to my spot in the river as he handed his book off to my Baptist Buddy. “This one’s not clean.” His was low, mesmerizing. It was honey, just enough of a hint of danger to pull you in, making what he did catch me off guard completely. His hands were on the base of my neck, his thumbs only applying a slight pressure to my throat, almost teasingly. He put more pressure into his palms against my collarbone, forcing me underwater once more. My gasp of shock forcing water in my mouth this time. I thrashed against his hands, but it was no use. He was immovable, a marble statue against my paper-thin attempts against him. My hands tried to pull at the rolled-up sleeves in panic, and he finally pulled me up.

“Ahhhhh.”  He sighed at first, but then my rage overcame me. Out of spite, and for the actual need to dispose of it, I spit the water that had flooded into my mouth in his face. There was a moment of dead silence as his men stood in shock and fear, waiting to see what their Baptist would do. John closed his eyes for a second as I could see the rage cross his features. But as soon as it came, it was gone. His eyes opened again with a mix of malice and taunting, and tsked at me with smirk as he shook his head. “Shhhh.” I clawed at his arms as he went to push me down again, until a voice made him stop dead in his tracks.