#COLLARD CROWLEY

[thatskindarough]

Feral noises

[goodomens-girlie]

Hello, I’m Lue, I really like costume design and I also really like Good Omens so here’s a little symbol I noticed about the costumes in good omens, specifically the neck lines. Trust me this is not the craziest symbol hidden in Good Omens.

Throughout history we have seen Aziraphale in costumes that are very heavy on the neck. He literally wears a collared shirt, a vest, a bow tie, and a collard coat. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but then I remembered this scene.

HEAVY emphasis on the neck. Think about the context of this scene, it’s EXTREMELY important. Then, I started to think about Crowley, his costume design is usually not heavy on the neck. Except for these scenes.

Both scenes Crowley has had a very important, unsuccessful romantic conversation with Aziraphale. I think Aziraphale has this huge emphasis on necklines because it provides him protection, but it also chokes him. He is unable to be his real self, a feeling Crowley does not share. And when Crowley tries it, the outcome is not successful.

And we mustn’t forget this scene.

Now I wonder why Crowley would appear in a turtle neck with a strong neckline on the jacket and a sparkling chain while visiting heaven. Sensing a bit of a theme here.

And it’s also present in other angels:

When Shax is in hell she has little emphasis on the neck but when she visits earth…

delulu or trululu

[kotias]

The other way around:

Crowley: "Hello fine beauty, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

Aziraphale: "wait wait so I have fallen at last?? Am I to be devoured by the fires of Hell?? Are you the demon coming to fetch me now?? Crowley, NOOO-"

Crowley:

Aziraphale: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN'T DO THIS I CANNOT BE DAMNED CROWLEY NO-"

Crowley: "... I was trying a human flirt that I heard on TV"

Aziraphale: "... Oh. Oh." *awkwardly adjusts Collard* "of course. I knew that."

Aziraphale: "Hello handsome. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Crowley:

Aziraphale:

Crowley: "Yes actually, it was VERY painful."

Aziraphale: "I- I'm sorry Crowley I was just trying to flirt with you..."

Crowley: "Yeah, I got that, but please, for the love of God or Satan or someone, never say that again."

[sytycdinternational]

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE UK SEASON 2 // Top 10 Guys / «It's a Man's Man's Man's World» by James Brown / Choreography by Sarah Boulter / Contemporary / Top 20 Showcase

Dancers (in appearing order): Shane Collard / 24 / Contemporary / Ryan Jenkins / 28 / Contemporary / Matt Flint / 29 / Tap / Lee Crowley / 20 / B-boy / Luke Jackson / 30 / Jazz / Gian Luca Loddo / 32 / Contemporary / Israel Donowa / 18 / Hip-Hop / Charlie Wheeller / 19 / B-Boy / Contortion  / Lee Bridgman / 21 / Jazz / Tom Shilcock / 23 / Tap

[miko-but-twisted]

Janitor Yuu!AU , but it's Heartslabyul chapter

Hihi folks ! As promised we will see today the possibilities of the event of Heartslabyul, but without the intervention of Yuu or Grim , because , as we said in this post , they are janitor. PS: TW for violence, blood, and ...a killing attempt that failed ??

So let's get started ok ??

First of all, Ace will still get the collard because he stole a tart

You know, he was hungry and wanted a midnight snack, but get caught red-handed.

What would change, however, is where he will stay that night ?

Because if he never bothered Yuu and Grim back in the prologue, then they have absolutely no reason for helping him.

Now that's kinda a problem. No matter how hard I try to think of a solution, there's only two that come to mind.

He either returns to his shared room, or he decides to leave the dorm and find a place to stay for the night, like in another dorm , but I'm unsure if it would work.

Deuce would try to help Ace, like a good model student would do ! BOOM ! Adeuce/ hunting season duo is born !!

Everything would be the same up till the botanical garden .

Here they would ask Janitor!Yuu about the tools needed for the chestnut picking(?). But that it . Nothing more happened between them.

I was thorn between keeping the event or erasing it , but maybe erasing it would be better. The main reason is that now that they are janitors, they know where the tools are .

Anyway, time skip till Riddle's Overblot .

Oh boi .

The boys would certainly have a hard time synchronizing without someone giving them directions, but they would manage in a way or another

I was tempted to kill someone, but in the end, let's say there are a lot of major casualty . You know, a few bones broken , a few deep cuts , bloody injuries,but nothing that would endanger someone's life

Riddle wouldn't die either, however i do think that huge scar (physical or mental) will remain from this experience. First, he would be in a coma for many days . Crowley isn't even sure about calling his mother knowing, thanks to Trey, she's the main reason behind his overblot.

Crowley , being responsible ?? In this timeline , it's possible because he can't count on Yuu for dealing with the students' problems !

On Janitor!Yuu and Grim end , they would be called over to the rose maze to clean everything. Both wonder what kind of storm could have caused such a mess ?

Crowley asked Janitor!Yuu and Grim to find a black stone , they found it and gave it to him later . Much to Grim's sadness because he really wanted to eat it !

So , what did we learn ?? That Riddle's Overblot would have happened even without Yuu or Grim's help. Ace and Deuce would become friends , Leona wasn't disturbed during his nap in the Botanical garden, a lot of students got hurt, Riddle would be out for a loooong time , Crowley would be responsible and finally, Grim never ate that red flag of a stone !!

In the end , not much has changed i guess ? It was pretty hard for me to think of all the possibilities, but in the end everything ends well ? Or at least , that's how I see it . You guys might have a different opinion about how the course of events could have gone, and I would be more than happy to see them ! Next time for Savannaclaw, things will be way easier ovo

Thank you all for reading , and have a nice day/night !!

[not-equippedforthis]

im going as herb cookie for halloween

i have no other ideas, hes adorable and i love plant aesthetic sooo

pastel green + white eyeshadow, lil eyeliner, light pink blush + highlighter for the makeup, then for the outfit i can sew a little felt plant onto an apron, get a cute brown sweater and put the collard shirt underneath, paint a pot and put a fake plant in it, go to fuckin claires and buy a leaf hairclip and-

im getting way too excited over a dumb lil cosplay bro

best part? my friend is going as crowley. im going as a plant boi. we did not realise the connection between these two until she pointed it out yesterday.

[robindluzenwriting]

Review: Maggie Crowley, “Playmate” and Joanne Aono, “Harvesting Ethnic Roots”

by Robin Dluzen

Joanne Aono, "Harvesting Ethnic Roots,” 2021, graphite, colored pencil, marker, crop cover cloth, wood, paint, cord, 8 x 17 x 19 feet Hyde Park Art Center, and boundary, Chicago, Illinois Continuing through June 5, 2021

Affixed to stretcher bars, or hanging from rods and pins, the silk substrates of Maggie Crowley’s gouache paintings and constructions set the tone for her solo exhibition, “Playmate.” Crowley’s silk is crushed, folded and creased, exaggerating the way gallery lighting bounces off the surface, asserting the works’ presence and physicality. More so does the silk underscore the narrative content of her works: it reflects light in a way very similar to that of the hi-vis reflective piping that is a staple of safety workwear. In “Playmate,” Crowley highlights the labor that is often judged as being “invisible,” not just by pointing out the essentialness and dignity of the work, but by capturing the nuances of the lives associated with it. Workwear and PPE feature prominently as Crowley’s subject matter. In works like “Metra Worker on Easter,” “Streets and Sanitation Employee,” and “Receptive, Cooperative, Dependable,” the artist paints portraits of workers, their yellow and orange safety vests rendered so as to draw focus to the motions of their wearers. One vest ripples as a worker lunges to the side, hand outstretched; another creases as a wearer cranes their neck while ascending a ladder; yet another twists around to the side as someone pauses to rest a gloved hand on a hip. As much as these portraits make visible the laborers and the labors they perform, it’s not simply the depictions of what happens on the job site that make “Playmate” so affecting. Amongst Crowley’s portraits, and other imagery of work jackets, trucks and scrubs, are other still-lifes and vignettes that have little-to-nothing to do with the labor, but might have very much to do with the individual performing the labor, and those around them. In particular, imagery like a fishing tackle box, the bouquet in “Anniversary,” and “Paper Snowflake” speak to leisure, occasions and loved ones. 

In her artist statement, Crowley explains that she is the daughter of a hairdresser and an ironworker, and perhaps it is exactly that proximity that makes her vantage point so dimensional. “Playmate” is a holistic picture of a life sustained and enriched by the fruits of manual skilled labor. Crowley’s exhibition is humanizing and personalizing, and is on display at an ideal moment amidst the pandemic —right when we all need to be reminded of and refocused on such things. 

Maggie Crowley, "Streets and Sanitation Employee,"2020, gouache on silk, 14 x 11." Photo by Robin Dluzen The blue-collar work that keeps a city functioning is only one example of the labors that have been taken for granted while the rest of the population is safe in quarantine. Joanne Aono’s exhibition, “Harvesting Ethnic Roots,” highlights another: agriculture. Where Crowley focuses on individuals, presenting laborers as visible and whole, Aono mines the histories of communities, shedding light on those who have shaped what we grow and what we consume. 

Maggie Crowley, "Equipment of the Earth (for a bartender)," 2021, gouache on silk construction, 92 x 78." Photo by Robin Dluzen

Maggie Crowley, "Invisible Glove," 2020, silkblend construction, 9 x 9." Photo by Robin Dluzen “Harvesting Ethnic Roots” is an installation of large-scale drawings on garden fabric, hung from the ceiling in three rows, encouraging us to walk among the pieces. Aono’s exhibition is on display at boundary — one of a handful of Chicago’s backyard gallery spaces that serve as a crucial site for artistic experimentation, and as an informal and accessible venue in which to see contemporary art. Aono’s research into the ethnic makeup of Morgan Park (the far south side neighborhood where the gallery is located) determined the imagery of her drawings and the order in which they are layered in space. In the back of the room, life-size renderings of strawberries, corn and wild rice represent the foodstuffs of Native American cultures; in the middle are those which were introduced with the European settlers, like cabbage and wheat; in the front are the sweet potatoes, okra and collard greens cultivated by Black Americans. Depending on where a viewer stands, one can see the hanging garden rows separately and distinct from one another, or as a single unit of blended layers.

Joanne Aono, "Harvesting Ethnic Roots” (detail)

However, it is the inclusion of another of Aono’s artworks installed outside the gallery that drives the point of her whole exhibition home. The word “HARVEST” is spelled out in seeds of different tones atop a low platform. As the neighborhood birds and critters help themselves to the seeds, a quote from activist Fannie Lou Hamer is revealed on the platform’s face: “If you give a hungry man food, he will eat it. If you give him land, he will grow his own food.” With Hamer’s words reverberating in your mind, the medium of Aono’s drawings is especially potent. The garden fabric, or row cover, is almost transparent, so airy and delicate is its weave; the fabric’s intended use is protective, shielding plants from heat, frost and insects. This is a time of multiple crises — the pandemic (and its effect on supply chains), climate change, and cultural upheaval — and in “Harvesting Ethic Roots,” Aono uses these two traits, the delicate and the protective, to illustrate the state and cultural weight of agriculture in America, and how we might regard it.

[lexi-pup]

Oneshot: I’m Sorry. CrowlsxReader

Note: Had this idea yesterday. Takes place in season 11. 

Prologue: 

Lucifer knew that Crowley was breaking. And to make things better, he was purposely putting things in his head about you. About how you didn’t care about him or was going to come to his aid. 

Once Crowley went from saying how you’ll help him to wanting to rip you apart, Lucifer knew he made progress. Then after a while, he let him go. Now Crowley was going to do everything Lucifer did to you. 

Well, that was the plan. But maybe the spark between you guys is still there? 

Warnings: Not really mentions of abuse but Crowley reacts badly due to how Lucifer treated him. Crowley also hits and hurts the reader while she hits him back and scares him. 

Crowley had lost track a while ago. He doesn’t know how long it‘s been since Lucifer collard him. Not only that but keeping him and treating him like a dog. He did learn a few things though; His minions are a bunch of asshats, that’s no question. But the one hunter he thought was his friend, BEST friend even, has proven otherwise to him.

And now? If he ever got let out, he’ll be sure she’ll be the first one to pay for not helping him after all the times that he helped her and the boys.

“I think you’re ready to walk yourself, hm? Maybe go visit (Y/N)?” Lucifer smirked when he heard the growl from the kennel. “Still angry at her? Well, why don’t you go take out any frustrations you have on her? After all, she wasn’t here for you so…”

“So she deserves it.” Crowley growled again.

“Here.” Lucifer chuckled. “I’ll let you out.”

Lucifer got up from the throne and opened the kennel. Then he took the chain off as well as the collar. Crowley crawled out, a bit surprised that the collar came off.

“Now. Be a good boy and come back to your master at night so I can make sure you stay a obedient pet. However…the morning and all throughout the day is yours.” Lucifer said, grabbing him by the shirt and standing him up.

“Yes…yes Master…thank you.” Crowley mumbled.

“Don’t thank me yet. More perks other than your new freedom might come if you continue to be a good dog. But…. I think (Y/N) has been quite a bad little puppy, no?” Lucifer asked and Crowley nodded. “Your powers should be back now. Go teach her what happens to bad puppies.”

“With pleasure.” Crowley smiled evilly.

With that, Crowley disappeared to go find a place to keep you at. For the last few weeks, he couldn’t help thinking of all the things he could do to you once he got the chance. Lucifer filling his head with ideas only added fuel to the fire.

It took a hour or two but once Crowley found the perfect place and got everything in order, he disappeared and reappeared in your room.

And within a few minutes, you walked inside, completely confused as to why he was there.

“Crowley? What are you doing in my room?” You asked, shutting the door behind you. “And what the Hell are you wearing?”

“Hello darling.” Crowley took a few steps towards you. “I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”

“I…uh…sure.” You said, not feeling right. “Are you okay?”

“Couldn’t be better.” He asked, continuing to walk towards you. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you aren’t wearing your suit…” You started.

“Go on…” He urged as he continued his slow stride.

“Your actions and the way you’re talking don’t seem right…” You said, watching him carefully.

“Anything else?” He whispered into your ear, now right in front of you.

You couldn’t help but shudder at his warm breath as he stroked his hand under your chin.

“You…uh….you haven’t been around recently. Why was that?” You found yourself asking,

“You’ll see.” Crowley smiled before pushing you against the wall.

“What the Hell!?” You asked, genuinely surprised that he did that.

“That’s exactly where you’re going once I’m through with you.” Crowley growled, stepping in front of you and the door.

“Huh? Crowley, what’s going on?” You asked. “I don’t understand…”

“You weren’t there! So of course you wouldn’t understand!” You frowned when he yelled at you. “…But you will soon…” He smiled, composing himself as he took a black collar with gray spikes out of his pocket. A red bone shape tag was hanging from it.

“Whoa…hey.” You raised your hands to chest-level. “Let’s talk this out.  We’re friends right?”

“Clearly not. Or you would’ve helped me long ago. But you were here with the boys. Doing God knows what!” Crowley snarled.

“What happened? Tell me and I’ll try to make things right.” You said, trying to get him to calm down.

“No. It’s too late for talking.” Crowley glared, stepping up in front of you.

“G-Guys! Sam! Dean!” You called, hoping they would hear you by chance.

“Did you really think they’ll hear you with how big the bunker is?” Crowley asked, raising a eyebrow.

“Worth a shot.” You shrugged, looking behind him to the bedside table. You had a blade in it and you truly felt you were gonna need it. Biting your tongue, your thoughts were interrupted by Crowley.

“Don’t bother. Remember, I can snap your neck with a snap of my fingers. Keep thinking about it and that’s what I’ll do.” Crowley said, looking behind him and knowing what you wanted to get.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking back at him.

“To make you pay.” Crowley smirked, leaning in.

You pushed him away when he tried to put the collar on you and even raised your hand to hit him in the face. But…he visibly flinched when you did that, making you stop mid-motion and become confused.

“You…you just flinched.” You said, lowering your hand.

“No I didn’t!” Crowley said quickly and denying it.

“But you did.” You frowned, wondering if your mind just played a trick on you NOW of all times.

“But I DIDN’T.” He growled before waving his hand and sending you to the floor with a grunt.

As you were getting up, he jumped on your back, pinning you to the floor and placed the choker around your neck before padlocking it into place. You gagged from it being so tight.

“There. Now you look the part, Pet.” Crowley said, crawling so that he was sitting in front of you, with a hand under your chin. Then he read your tag on the collar. “Pet” He flipped it over. “If lost return to Hell or call 666”

“What happened to you?” You muttered, slowly sitting up.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” You frowned when he said that. “Come on, darling.”

Crowley grabbed the collar, forcing you onto your feet, and teleported out of the bunker with you in tow.

Blinking, you now realized you were inside of what looked to be a house. It was fairly small and probably just a hideout for Crowley so that didn’t bother you. What did bother you was the cage you were standing in front of and the smirk Crowley was giving.

“No.” You said. “No way am I going in there.”

“You don’t get to choose.” Crowley said, before forcing you down into it.

You tried to fight but every time you made a move to hit him in the face or kick him somewhere, he flinched away then immediately act like he didn’t. You also swear you heard a small, quiet, and scared whining or yelp noise come from him.

Frowning, you know now that something DID happen and due to not coming to his aid, he was going to do everything done to him to you. And talking it out wasn’t a option anymore.

“Be a good dog. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Crowley said then left.

‘This is really bad…’ You sat with your legs crossed and thought to yourself what the Hell could’ve happened.

With your mind thinking of ideas, you glanced around the room. It looked like the average living room. You could see the kitchen from across from it and a hallway to your right with a door to your left. You just assumed the door led to the backyard.

As for the cage you were in, it was bolted down to the floor. The holes were only big enough to fit your pinky through. With it being high  enough to almost sit up straight in. And only long enough for you to lay down on your side with your knees bent.

“So I decided I won’t starve you BUT I’ll take your food privileges away if you’re bad enough.” Crowley said, coming back.

“Who hurt you?” You asked without thinking.

“What?” He asked, kneeling down.

“Who hurt you, Crowley?” You asked, looking up to him.

“L…No. That’s none of your damn business. And besides, why do you care now?” Crowley asked.

“I always cared. I know you don’t believe it. But it’s true.” You said, looking away.

“That’s a lie. I was told not to believe you.” Crowley barked.

“Well, whoever told you that was lying to you the whole time.” You said.

“No. He wouldn’t lie to me.” Crowley said, shaking his head.

“He? So we got somewhere.” You smiled. Time to figure out who the ‘he’ is.

“Shut up you mutt!” Crowley ordered angrily.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t shut up?” You asked, testing his patience.

Crowley sat up and thought for a moment before smirking.

“This.” He opened the cage and dragged you out before throwing you against the wall.

Then he came up and grabbed you by the head, bashing it into the wall a few times before turning you around to punch you in the right eye. Just for a little more pain, he swung his arm down and punched you in the stomach. Then he let you drop to the floor.

“Ow…” You whined, not thinking he’ll actually hurt you.

“Might as well lick the floor while you’re down.” Crowley said, raising his foot to kick you in the face.

“That’s disgusting…” You muttered, looking up to him.

“Would you like me to kick you instead?” He asked and you shook your head as a response.

“Then get to it.”

Huffing, you gave a disgusted look before leaning down and licking the floor, knowing how easily he can break your body.

“Good dog.” Crowley said, petting the back of your neck after kneeling down to your level. 

You kept licking until he told you to stop. Sitting up, you looked at him sadly. Deciding to give it one last shot.

“Crowley?” You started.

“That’s ‘Master’ to you, dog.” Crowley stated.

“Okay…Master?” You felt like you were gonna gag saying it.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I know you don’t believe it but…” you raised your hand to punch him in the face.

Unfortunately, while he grabbed your hand and stopped you, it gave you enough time to slap him in the face with your other hand. And as hard as you could too.

Crowley’s head was forced to his left and he had his eyes closed. As soon as you hit him, he released your other hand. You know for sure that you heard him whine. You half felt bad and the other half was scared about what he was going to do to you.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly punched him in the face as he opened his eyes and was turning back towards you. The punch made him fall back a little.

You frowned seeing him give a shocked and scared look. Something you never thought you’ll see from him. You hate it. It wasn’t right. But you hoped you smacked him back to reality.

Deciding to take things slow, you slowly crawled over, noting how he had scrambled back a little.

“Crowley…?” You said, quietly.

“…” Crowley remained silent but continued to look frightened.

“It’s okay.” You said in the same tone. “You’re okay.”  

“N-No.” Crowley mumbled.

“What?” You asked.

“B-Bad dog.” He whispered. “You h-hit me. So I’m a bad dog, right?”

“Who told you that?” You asked, hoping he’ll give you a real answer.

“Lucifer.” He muttered and your eyes widened.

“How? Isn’t he…” You trailed off and Crowley shook his head.

“Castiel said yes…in that cage…” Crowley explained, still quiet and now that you were sitting by him you saw him shaking.

“So that hasn’t been Cas?” You asked and he shook his head again. “I…I’m so sorry, buddy. You needed me badly and I wasn’t there to save you.”

“Lie…” Crowley said. “He said you’ll lie.”

“It’s not a lie.” You sat up on your knees. “I promise you that.”

You slowly raised your left hand and brought it towards him. Fearing the worst, he closed his eyes and looked away. Gently, you put the back of your hand on his cheek and started to rub it.

“See? I’m not going to hurt you.” You said.

“Then why’d you hit me?” Crowley asked, opening his eyes.

“I had no other choice. You would’ve kept hurting me if I didn’t do something.” You replied, kissing the cheek you had punched. “I love you, Crowley. Always have and always will. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you but now I will be. Lucifer won’t hurt you ever again as long as I’m alive.”

“This…no. No… you’re lying.” Crowley said, looking like he was going to cry from being so conflicted.

“But I’m not.” You muttered. 

“He said…” Crowley trailed off.

“Lucifer is a liar. We both know this. He’s just trying to use you and hurt you is all.” You replied. “C’mon. The Crowley I know wouldn’t be a little obedient pet. He would fight back and take his throne from that son of a bitch and kill anyone that gets in his way.“

Crowley blinked when you mentioned his throne.

“And these clothes… anyone that tries to put the REAL Crowley in these clothes would probably have their head bashed in before being fed to his hellhounds.” You continued. “Not to mention the fact that he wouldn’t be afraid of anything.”  

“But-” You cut him off as he looked at you.

“But he won’t have to fight this fight alone.” You said, brushing your left thumb over his right eye as you kept your other hand under his chin. “I’m here for you 100% now. And if the boys disapprove? Heh well, they will just have to deal with it or suck it.” You giggled.

With that, you gave Crowley a very long hug. After a minute of silence, he slowly raised his hands and hugged you back. Then he broke the padlock and took the collar off. You sat back, looking confused.

“Thank you, my darling (Y/N).” Crowley was looking at the floor as he said this, at where he threw the collar down.

“What?” You asked. “What’d I do?”

“You brought me back.” Crowley grinned, looking at you. “Now, we should go inform the boys about the whole Lucifer being in Castiel thing, shouldn’t we, love?” You nodded as the two of you helped each other stand.

“But we need to do something first.” You said and you pointed to his clothes. After looking down for a moment, he looked back up and nodded.

“Yes. This needs to be taken care of first. Also this.” He raised his fingers to your head and healed the bruises you had got. “There.” “Thank you, Crowley. I’m sorry you don’t hear that often.” You smiled.

“Don’t mention it.” Crowley said, smiling back.

“Hey…um…what did Lucifer do to you?” You asked, unsure if you actually want to know.

“Things that can be saved for another time.” Crowley said, after thinking whether or not he wanted to tell you.

“So…he made you lick the floor too? And bashed your head into a wall?”

“Yes and yes…” Crowley said before huffing. “I’m sorry I almost tortured you the same way.”

“It’s okay.” You replied. “You’re back now and that’s all that matters.”

“Well, let’s go get my suit.” Crowley said and you nodded.

“Okay. We can go to the bunker after.” You suggested and he nodded back.

He teleported the two of you out of the house and into a room where he had a few black suits and ties at.

“You have a whole collection, don’t you?” You chuckled.

“What? You thought I wore the same one?” Crowley asked and you shrugged.

After Crowley was dressed in his appropriate attire, he walked out of the other room and up to where you were sitting and waiting for him.

“Ready?” He asked and you hummed.

“Oh wait! Crowley…?” You asked, getting up. This time he hummed back as a response. “I love you.”  

“I love you too, darling.” Crowley smiled back and took you by the hand. With that, you were in the bunker. Hoping Casifer wasn’t there.

[danceoftheday]

Performed by: Lee Bridgman, Danielle Cato, Shane Collard, Lee Crowley, Israel Donowa, Katie Love, Matt Flint, Bethany Rose Harrison, Luke Jackson, Gian Luca Loddo, Katrina Lyndon, Rithy Pereira, Stephanie Powell, Charlotte Scally, Tom Shilcock, Kirsty Swain, Charlie Wheeler, Alice Woodhouse

Number: “River Deep, Mountain High”

Choreographer: Mandy Moore

Style: Jazz

From: So You Think You Can Dance UK, Series 2 (2011)

[thatskindarough]

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