#lumiéres

[diddasson]

#Photo #Of #The #Day... #Capture #Lumiéres #D'Un #Bar #Ibiza

[portail-de-provence]

Le retour des Corsos , c'est la fête dans le Sud !

12 tonnes de brins jaunes et 80 000 fleurs pour habiller une quinzaine de chars, tel est le défi que se lancent chaque année les borméens pour préparer et bichonner dans le plus grand secret le plus ancien corso de la Côte d'Azur !

Après deux ans difficiles dus à la crise sanitaire : Le corso de Bormes les mimosas 2023 aura lieu le dimanche 19 février 2023. Après deux années d’interruption en raison de la crise sanitaire, le plus emblématique corso fleuri de la Côte d’Azur sera de retour à Bormes ce dimanche 19 février. Au rendez vous : 12 tonnes de brins jaunes et 80 000 fleurs pour habiller une quinzaine de…

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#annulé #bormes les mimosas #corso #le lavandou #lumiéres #moderne #provence

[mimiminimal]

Pierre Székely - Réceptacle de lumiére, 1966.  Silkscreen on paper /  252 × 258 mm. x

#Pierre Székely #Réceptacle de lumiére

[justdalek]

Continuing with Lumiére as the famous Angel Dust!

#d art #beauty and the beast #lumiére #lumiworth #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #lumi is like old depressed dad version of angel dust #this poor man has gone through both literal and physical hell #but he will get a happy ending I promise-

[thatsbutterbaby]

Sayed Haider Raza (1922-2016) - Petite Lumiére, 1965.  Acrylic on board/ 125.1 x 74.3 cm.  x

#Sayed Haider Raza #Petite Lumiére

[blogdorogerinho]

Críticas  – Chocolate (2016), O Palhaço (2011), A Fantástica Fábrica de Chocolate (1971/2005), Wonka (2023)

10 de dezembro: Dia do Palhaço Rafael Padilla (1865 – 1917) foi um ex-escravo vindo diretamente de Cuba que inesperadamente se tornou o primeiro artista negro da França na Belle Époque, graças a parceria com o palhaço Footit (James Thiérrée — neto de Charlie Chaplin). Acontece que Chocolate (2016) acaba ganhando fama e fortuna como saco de pancadas do colega, apesar de provocar gargalhadas na…

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#(Mr. Bean #A Fantástica Fábrica de Chocolate #bebidas #Belle Époque #Benjamim de Oliveira #Calah Lane #Charlie Chapli #Chocolat #Chocolate (2016 #Christopher Lee #Circo Esperança #circo-teatro #escravos #establishmen #França #Gene Wilder #Hugh Grant #irmãos Lumiére #James Thiérrée #jogos #johnny depp #Larissa Manoela #mediocridade #moleque Beijo #Netflix #Olivia Colman #Omar Sy #palhaço Footit #paradigma #Paulo Cruz

[thes-tories]

y'all thought that either of you can practice in switching first, but it was me, Dio Lumiéres

Hiiii 😊

(fucking jojo reference im jumping off the imaginary bridge right now -Garret)

#dio lumiéres tag #garret tag

[christophe76460]

17-642 Une meilleure lumière https://soundcloud.com/jlgaillard/une-meilleure-lumiere Nous n’oublierons pas notre visite au professeur de l’université de Göttingen. Voici ce qu’il nous raconta : « Il y a quelques années, j’étais menacé de perdre la vue à brève échéance ; c’est à peine si j���étais encore capable d’écrire, et la perspective d’être aveugle pour le restant de mes jours me déprimait profondément. Je pensais qu’un voyage me distrairait et je me rendis à Hanovre en compagnie de quelques amis. Nous ne manquâmes pas de visiter la Bibliothèque. Là, simplement pour me rendre compte du degré de vision qui me restait, j’ouvris au hasard un livre oublié sur une table. Il se trouva que c’était une Bible. Eh bien, savez-vous quel fut le premier passage qui me tomba sous les yeux ? » Le professeur nous tendit une Bible, nous invitant à lire un verset souligné. C’était celui-ci : Je ferai marcher les aveugles sur un chemin qu’ils ne connaissent pas, Je les conduirai par des sentiers qu’ils ignorent. Je changerai les ténèbres en lumière devant eux et les chemins tortueux en plaine. Voilà ce que je ferai, et je ne les abandonnerai pas […] Vous aveugles, regardez et voyez ! Esaïe 42 : 16-18. Non sans émotion, le professeur poursuivit son récit : « Ce passage me transperça. C’était comme une voix venue du ciel s’adressant à moi personnellement. Spirituellement, mes yeux s’ouvrirent, je reçus la vie divine et c’est avec une paix, une joie et une reconnaissance inexprimables que je repris le chemin de Göttingen. Vous pouvez comprendre le prix qu’a maintenant pour moi cette Parole vivante. Ta Parole est une lampe à mes pieds, une lumière sur mon sentier. Psaumes 119 : 105 #parole #lumiére #bibliothéque #vue #échéance #table #aveugle #bibie #chemin #Göttingen #prix #parole #365histoires Jean-Louis Gaillard www.365histoires.com www.jlgaillard.fr https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnqzntMy8V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#parole #lumiére #bibliothéque #vue #échéance #table #aveugle #bibie #chemin #göttingen #prix #365histoires

[shannonmanorart]

Cure Lumiére 💖

#fanart #fan art #precure #kirakira precure a la mode #precure a la mode #cure lumiere

[writebackatya]

EVERYONE SHUT UP!

In the third episode of the House of Mouse Daisy brags to Lumiére that she’s dating the Third Candelabra, who of course is Donald Duck

Lumiére then asks Daisy if Donald has a sister

#yeah I’m counting this as a Della Duck shoutout #also there’s a gag where Daisy never says Caballero #della duck #house of mouse #daisy duck #lumiere #donald duck #the three caballeros #disney crossover

[portail-de-provence]

Le retour des Corsos , c'est la fête dans le Sud !

Le retour des Corsos , c’est la fête dans le Sud !

Ce nom d’origine italienne signifie, en italien, « rue », parfois « promenade publique ». Le corso, comme en témoigne sa définition étymologique, est à l’origine une occasion de célébrer ensemble, en extérieur, un événement important. Le défilé des chars, appelé dans la plupart des cas « corso » ou « corso fleuri », se déroule dans les rues des communes du Sud le dimanche matin ou l’après-midi…

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#annulé #bormes les mimosas #corso #lumiéres #moderne #provence

[omgthatdress]

The five minute 1902 film "Le Cake-Walk au Nouveau Cirque" by Louis Lumiére features the actors Charles Gregory and Jack Brown of the vaudeville troupe Les Nègres, and is the first time a person in drag was captured on film.

The lively and expressive movements of the cake walk are considered to be an ancestor of modern vogueing.

Images of Gregory and Brown are often mis-identified as being of William Dorsey Swann, but were taken in the 1900s, after Swann had left the drag scene.

Aside from the fact that they were mostly active in France and toured all across Europe, very little is known about Les Nègres and Gregory and Brown.

#drag #drag history #Youtube

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

HANDS ON YOU — 044

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

smau + written (2.2k words 💀)

❥･• chapter 44 - i will go to you like the first snow

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you stroll at the back, quietly observing the girls as they excitedly chatter among themselves. Your heart swells with affection as you watch their camaraderie, their bond shining brightly like a beacon of hope. There’s an undeniable warmth that fills the air, a sense of accomplishment and victory that lingers around your team.

As you make your way to the green room, anticipation builds within you—tonight is the night of your collaboration performance with ENHYPEN. Moments ago, Lumière, against all odds, stood on the grand stage of MAMA, accepting the prestigious Rookie of the Year award. It's an honour that can only be claimed once, reserved solely for those who are still on the path of discovery, brimming with untapped potential. You find comfort in the fact that the seven of you persevered, managing to come out on top of all the shit and drama that threatened to break you apart.

Clutching the trophy in your hand, you find reassurance in its weight. It serves as a tangible reminder—a testament to your capabilities as Lumière's leader and how you haven’t somehow already managed to fucked things up completely.

In fact, it's proof that you've flourished—a growth that can't be measured by external validation alone. It's a sense of resilience, unity, and growth within the team, forged through fighting on the front lines of a glorified excuse for a brutal industry. You are convinced that this is the reason that your team emerged victorious in the face of adversity.

As you revel in the victory, a sudden yelp escapes your lips when an unknown force pulls you to the side, leading you into a dimly lit room. Panic washes over you, momentarily clouding your senses, but just as quickly, a familiar voice pierces through the darkness, soothing your racing heart. "Hi there, Princess, it's me," he utters, his voice a gentle caress.

Your eyes gradually adjust to the dimness, revealing the captivating sight before you; Heeseung, your now-boyfriend, stands there, his doe-like eyes filled with an affectionate glow. Your racing heart settles, and a smile graces your lips. In the dimness, his features become more defined, and you're captivated by his tender expression. It’s almost as if right behind the door you are currently being pinned against aren’t a myriad of people who could and would bring you and Heeseung’s careers down with ease if they so desired to.

However, in the intimate space, time seems to suspend, granting you a stolen moment together. His presence is a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the outside world. His hand reaches out, his thumb gently tracing circles on the side of your ribs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. The room becomes a universe of its own, where only the two of you exist. In his arms, you feel safe and cherished.

"I wanted to steal a moment alone with you," he whispers, his voice full of tenderness. "Congratulations, Y/N. I’m so proud of you…” Heeseung trails off as his gaze finds its destination on your lips; the corner of your lips twitches upward, and a flicker of amusement dances in your eyes as you catch on to his intentions.

“Are you really here to congratulate me?” You tease, raising an eyebrow in playful scepticism. Heeseung lets out a mock scoff and mischievously pokes your sides, knowing damn well that you were ticklish. You let out a sharp scream, and Heeseung internally panics as he quickly covers your mouth with his palm. Your wide-eyed gazes lock as the both of you try your hardest to hold in the urge to laugh, though you fail miserably after a few seconds.

"They're probably searching for me right now, but I'll catch you later?" you say, flashing a warm smile. Reluctantly, Heeseung releases his hold on your waist, but not before placing a gentle, chaste kiss on your cheek. The touch of his lips sends a delightful shiver down your spine, and you playfully smack his chest, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Glancing around the empty room, though well aware that no one is watching, you can't help but feel a shy thrill in the air.

A wild surge of confidence courses through your veins, emboldening you to lean in and place a mischievous peck, this time not on his cheeks but on his lips. The brief contact sends a jolt of electricity between you, and Heeseung's mind struggles to catch up with the sudden intimacy. Before he can fully comprehend what just happened, you swiftly dart out of the room, leaving him standing there, his heart racing and his lips tingling with the lingering warmth of your kiss.

As ENHYPEN wraps up their performance, your heart races, only this time from the excitement of your impending collaboration stage. Not even for your own group’s stage were you this nervous. Standing with the rest of the girls backstage, you anxiously wait for the slight intermission as the boys hurriedly change into their stage outfits for "Twilight," perfectly matching the aesthetic of your own.

In the midst of the backstage chaos, your eyes lock with Heeseung's, and a mischievous spark dances between you. He flashes you a cheeky grin—an unspoken invitation laced with playful intent. You try your best to ignore it to maintain your composure, but a subtle smile unconsciously tugs at the corners of your lips.

The intermission seems to stretch on forever as anticipation builds, amplifying the energy pulsating through your veins. Every passing second feels like an eternity, and you can't help but steal glances in Heeseung's direction, his presence becoming a magnetic force drawing you closer.

Finally, the stage lights dim, and the familiar opening notes of "Twilight" fill the air. It's time. With synchronised precision, you and the girls take your positions on stage, your hearts pounding with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration.

As the spotlight finds you, casting an ethereal glow, you catch Heeseung's gaze once again. There's an undeniable connection, an unspoken understanding that transcends the boundaries of the stage. The music swells, enveloping you both in its enchanting embrace, and you allow yourself to surrender to the magic of the moment. In perfect harmony, your voices intertwine, creating a symphony that resonates deep within the souls of everyone present. The chemistry between you and Heeseung is palpable, a magnetic pull that draws the audience into your world, captivated by the raw emotions you convey through your performance.

With every step and every note, you communicate a hidden language, expressing emotions that words fail to convey as the distance between you and Heeseung diminishes until you find yourselves standing face to face, your voices harmonising in perfect unity. The stage fades away, and it's as if there are only the two of you, suspended in a world of music and unspoken desires as you lean into the ending pose of your solos.

"Thanks for bringing us back, Manager-nim," you say, bowing respectfully as you watch your team's father figure drive off in the van that had brought you home. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of serenity as the girls process their whirlwind of emotions, almost as if they were still trying to distinguish between the realms of dreams and reality. Reality is—you, the girls, and ENHYPEN absolutely broke the internet after your collaboration stage.

It’s not like you did not expect this reaction, but when you see your name trending right beside that of Heeseung, you can’t help but feel scared. God, you couldn’t even bring yourself to click onto your name, in fear that the hate comments would be too much for you to handle. Despite Heeseung reassuring you multiple times that he didn’t care what people had to say about you, hate comments are still hate comments. To be frank, it doesn’t even bother you. What bothers you is what people had to say about Heeseung; how him being around you is going to eventually end up ruining him and his career. Times like this, you curse at your altruistic nature for caring too much about the people around you over yourself. Unbeknownst to you, it’s actually one of the few attributes that Heeseung admires about you.

Your gaze shifts to Ray, who clings tightly to Aejeong, lost in her own thoughts while marvelling at the Rookie of the Year trophy that the team had miraculously secured. You’re reminded of the whole messy ordeal three months ago, and you release a sigh of relief that the two girls are now as close as they can possibly get.

In the frigid winter night, with the cover of the night and temperatures well below zero, it's no wonder that any passerby would be puzzled to see you all just standing there. Yoon breaks the silence, voicing the sentiment that's been on everyone's mind. "Gosh, I can't believe it's over," she says, her words hanging in the air.

“Three months of hard work for those three minutes is actually mind-blowing,” Minjung adds, though her soul didn't seem fully intact. You were all exhausted, and it shows so evidently in the way you spoke and walked, but your spirits remain high, resonating with vibrant energy. With a chuckle, you sling your arm around the youngest member, bringing her back to the present. "Let's go inside, shall we? It's freezing!" you suggest, and the other girls nod instinctively as the voice of their trusted leader fills the air.

Just as you're about to step into the warmth of the dorm, your phone chimes, followed by a message from Heeseung.

*more text below*

You cautiously scan your surroundings, ensuring that you're alone as you slowly approach the obscure spot atop a small hill just off the main roads of the Han River. As Heeseung had said, there wasn’t a single soul present in the vicinity, and you figured that no sane person was stupid enough to sit by the Han River at 2 a.m. in the morning, in the middle of winter at that.

You look around for Heeseung, but he is nowhere to be seen, and you wonder if he really froze to death before you got there. You chuckle as you spot the familiar silver hair peeking out behind a tree, which did not actually do much to hide his huge frame.

“Hmm… I wonder where Lee Heeseung could be.” You taunt, injecting a hint of sarcasm into your voice, as you stand by the tree.

“Haha, you’re so funny.” Heeseung pouts, revealing himself and immediately enveloping you in his embrace. He gently rests his chin atop your head, reminding you once again that this man effortlessly towers over you, in contrast to the multiple times he had his head nestled in your chest as he slept. Leaning into his warmth, you press your cheeks against the sturdy frame of his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. This is real, and Lee Heeseung is unquestionably not a mere figment of your imagination.

“What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so clingy lately.” Your words were muffled in his chest but still audible for him to hear.

“I don’t know… Every time I have a moment to breathe, my mind just wanders off to you. It makes me wonder what it would be like if we weren't idols—I could see you more often and wake up by your side. No need to constantly worry about dispatch or sasaengs, just you and me," he confesses, his voice tinged with conflicted emotions, hinting that this has been weighing on his mind for longer than he let on.

You pull away from his embrace before bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks in your palms, tip-toeing to place a tender kiss on his forehead. “Lee Heeseung, this is your dream. I don’t want you second-guessing yourself when you worked so hard to get here. No matter what, it will always be you and me—just against the world.”

With those words, Heeseung pulls you in, his lips meeting your own in a soft, syncronised chaconne. The intensity of the moment threatens to escalate into a passionate makeout session if it weren’t for the cold sensation of what felt like a snowflake landing on the tip of your nose.

“Look! It’s snowing!” You exclaim, stretching out your palm towards the sky with childlike excitement. Heeseung watches fondly, his gaze filled with nothing but utmost affection for the woman he never imagined he’d be with at the start of all this.

“Now you have nothing to worry about, Hee,” you reassure him, your smile so gentle that it melts even the deepest crevices of his heart, instantly warming him up.

“You know what they say, that witnessing the first snowfall with the person you like ensures true and lasting love.” Memories of your mother's wise words flood your mind, harking back to a time when you were oblivious to the concept of love as you frolicked in the snow. Now, you can confidently say you know what it feels like to love and be loved.

Lost in the enchantment of the falling snowflakes, you stare wistfully at the sky, unaware that Heeseung has swiftly snapped a photo of you; capturing this moment he did not ever want to forget. He found his place in your arms, as you have found yours in his. For as long as the universe permits, he’ll keep you close, his hands on you, shielding you from the world's adversities. As you said, it’s just you and him against the world.

“Y/N,” Heeseung’s voice breaks the serene silence of the night, and you turn to face him.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” With that, you know instantly you’d forever and always go to him like the first snow, telling him over and over again that you love him too before it manages to melt.

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authors note: i hope y’all enjoyed reading this chapter because this took me forever to write 😭😭 anw we’re reaching the end soon!!!

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[somos-deseos]

©️ Vicent Van Gogh por Elle Lumiére 🎨.

#vincent van gogh #artist #artistic #art #arte #artwork #elle lumiere #artista #seguen oriah #seguen instrospectiva #a tu medida #en tu orbita #digital photography #digital art #photographers on tumblr #photography #portrait photography #drawing #illustration #tumblr radar #artist on tumblr

[ravenheart101]

Lumiére, darling. Lumiére over me.

#melbourne #australia #travel #sky photography #life

[saintsir4n]

MIKAELSONS GO ABROAD

21st century one shot where the Mikaelsons are going on holiday.

PAIRINGS: MODERN DAY LUMIÉRES AND MIKAELSONS

WARNINGS: FLUFF

___

“Lovey you already packed one sketchbook why do you need another?” Adrienne approached her husband, curiously glancing between the items in his hand and the ones in his suitcase.

She’d been packed for hours now, which didn’t matter since they were taking the private jet, so time wasn’t an issue.

Lies.

Yes, it was. It really was. Arguments had begun the moment their quarterly trip had a destination. Mexico. The majority were pleased about visiting the country, some for the first time, whereas Hadeon and Kol wanted to go to Morocco and Rebekah needed to see Milan and all the fashion it had to offer. Adrienne thought when the day came for them to head off, everyone would be smooth sailing, but they were Mikaelsons… it wasn’t in their nature.

“Because of Kol. You know he will ruin it!” Klaus stressed, gritting his teeth at the thought.

“He won’t,” Adrienne winced at the vein popping in his neck, her reassurance wasn’t helping much.

“Yes I will,” They heard him yell making Klaus turn to her in irritation.

Klaus shrugged off her soothing touches and flashed out of the room before she would say anything and the next she heard was the sounds of groaning followed by shouting.

“Children!” She heard Elijah exclaim from her shared room, followed by the sounds of Hadeon’s laughter.

“Addy!” Rebekah strolled in, dressed in a towel and barely holding up two pairs of shoes. “Burgundy or crimson?”

“Crimson,” Adrienne sighed when she caught the water droplets trailing down the blonde's face. Hair hair was concealed by a towel and now doubt completely wet. “Bekah, we’re leaving in two hours.”

“Don’t be foolish,” the blonde scoffed, “Us Mikaelsons don’t care for time.”

“Oh I know,” Adrienne muttered, watching her analyse the crimson shoes, with a furrowed look, “are you even packed?”

“I wouldn’t be showing you these if I was, would I?”

Just as Adrienne went to respond she heard a big thump from the other room.

“For Goodness sake!” Kol screeched, running past the room with Elijah on his tail.

Rebekah giggled to herself and followed them, wondering what the fuss was about.

“We’re leaving in 2 hours!” Adrienne yelled, though no one took that warning seriously.

“No we aren’t!” She heard her brother laugh at the notion.

Her husband strolled back into the room with a bloodied fist, “Sweetheart, I haven’t packed my acrylic paints, bloody siblings prevented me from seeking them out.”

“Start packing then,” she rolled her eyes and chucked him a cloth, before sitting with her back against the headboard, “May I remind you that our son is already ready and waiting in the nursery.”

“And may I remind you that our son is barely 2,” he sassed, focusing all his attention on his art supplies that sat near his clothes. “You packed for him.”

“And yet they cried when I didn’t pack their dinosaurs and toy wolves.”

“Mikaelsons are a dramatic breed,” he muttered, turning to her, waiting for her to respond, “And this is the part where you disagree.”

“If only I did,” she mused, sending him a sarcastic smile, to which he feigned offence, “hurry up.”

He went to reply but the cry from his brother-in-law had him laughing.

“Adri, Marcel took my shorts!” Hadeon yelled, glaring at the grinning vampire.

“Because you took my whiskey!” Marcel was quick to run when he witnessed his eyes turn black.

From the other side of the balcony, Elijah was reprimanding his sister who was still to make progress on her packing. It seemed that only he and Adrienne were taking this trip seriously. Clementine wasn’t coming this time, since she and Valerie were meeting with investors in France. He missed his little witch and was starting to wish he joined them.

“Rebekah, would you please get dressed,” he stressed. “Like Adrienne has stated, we’re leaving and have not got a minute to spare.”

“If only I could find my good jeans,” she whined, letting her hair fall and air dry.

They heard Kol laugh from a distance, “I might’ve accidentally burnt them yesterday!”

“Kol, you bloody idiot!” She shouted.

“Nik helped!”

Klaus was quick to defend himself, “No I did not!”

“Stop shouting you’ll upset the —“The sound of a youthful cry made them all wince, “…baby,” Adrienne took a deep breathe, then turned to her husband who was already about to step out of the room, “you are going nowhere, finish packing. AND THE SAME GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU!”

“Jesus Christ,” Kol mumbled under his breath, as he walked passed their room.

“Oh shut it, Kol,” Klaus snapped, then immediately heard everyone return to their rooms whilst he helped his wife hush their baby.

a/n:

Was thinking about making this a three parter.

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #adriennelumiere #klaus mikaelson x black reader #klaus mikaelson #witch #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #kol mikaelson #hadeon lumiere #marcel gerard #mikaelson family #mikaelson imagine