#Plause

[l1ttl3l0v3]

I'm having a Lisa, Signora, and Arlecchino brainrot. Could I request one or all of them as caregivers (seperately)?

Omg I am so sorry this took forever but here ya go ! (I only did Lisa and Signora cus I dont know much abt Arlecchino) Mommy/mama used in a SFW context, kink dni! caregiver!Lisa with little!gn!reader -Best cuddlebug EVER!!! -loves to scoop her lil one up and cuddle with them -Will absolutely call you "Sleepy one" when you're tired -Takes you out to good hunter -It doesn't matter your age range she WILL cradle you while you drink from a sippy/bottle -You call you mama/mommy and she wears that title like A GOD DANG MEDAL caregiver!Signora with little!gn!reader -Calls you things like "Little rascal" and "Mini me" -Will destroy anyone who gives yall a weird stare -Honestly tries to hide her line of work from you -Gives the best bear hugs -Despite her intimidating and rude personaliy and demeanor, she's so sweet with you -You're just her little one after all!

[jack-doohan]

live for the way that you cheer and scream for me!

[flamccinno18]

I'm curious to know what Walton does in his free time other than being delulu?

Thank you for such a delightful ask! The guy does his artworks most of the time, but he also loves to try script writing and trying out voice acting! The guy dreams to be a director of his own show!

[ashwii]

Another one! I should start paying attention in school :,)

Which star shaped the skies?

Could it be the belt of Orion? Perhaps the crown of Cassiopeia?

Though, these stars are nothing compared to Polaris.

Stationed at the north to guide the lost, always visible when the sun dims below the horizon.

At the center of the sky, the other stars revolve around Polaris.

Who would the painter of the sky be other than the one people look to the most? The painter loves attention, after all.

-🌦️

Ahh I love how these read like a poem!! And the painter sure does LOVE the attention XD

[koishua]

life would have been so fun if my every moment was a tiktok edit

[octahyde]

this post wasn’t THAT funny guys.

Book 1: Riddle is under immense amount of pressure to live up to the impossible expectations of his abusive mother. When someone stands up to him and calls him out, he cracks.

Book 2: After being demonized his entire life in favor of his golden child of an older brother, Leona snaps at the idea of only being second best to someone else at the only thing he cares about.

Book 3: Azul got the ever loving shit bullied out of himself as a child. As an unhealthy coping mechanism started building himself up to be better than everyone else, only for the shell he made to start rapidly crumbling when things went too far.

Book 4: Jamil was a literal slave and wanted freedom like.

Book 5: Vil has severe imposter syndrome from getting cast as villains his entire life no matter how hard he tries to be more approachable, while his (onesided) rival gets everything he is desperate for naturally.

Book 6: Idia is the princess of the Illuminati who feels responsible for the gruesome death of her 8 year old brother 8 years prior. When she is forced into an authority position she does not want, knowing it’ll be her life in a couple of years, the ghost of her brother speaks to her. They literally open the gates of hell to try to start the apocalypse and rebuild a new world where they are the heroes of humanity.

Book 7: Being isolated his entire life, Malleus has been severely emotionally stunted. When he suddenly finds out he could be losing the two most important people to him, he panics.

[cardigan-ns]

I have another theory or thought about TUA…

I couldn’t help but look back at this post-credit scene of season 3. And look at what Ben is wearing, and with the context we have of season 4 with the timetravelling subway trains, Ben is wearing a suit which resembles the commission suits…

Also with the scene in the teaser where it looks like Ben is in Vietnam, it could plause the theory where they’re correcting the timeline, just as the commission does. AGHH!!!

I am probably REACHING but it’s fascinating me, a navy suit isn’t an uncommon fashion statement but in the context of the show?????

Maybe this is where it originates, because five was the original founder.

Also idk if anybody ever had this theory before so credit to them!!

[secret-fungi]

Sweet Pea

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart Paring: David/Audrey Word count: 975 Rating: G

A very short fic for JB

David opened the heavy wooden door, finding the small apartment, stepping over the toys that had been discarded in a rush. toeing off his shoes before he moved farther within the home. He tossed his keys into the tray that sat on the small console table against the wall. He took off his suit jacket as he followed the scent that had enveloped the home.

Tossing his suit jacket onto the back of the sofa he noticed the lack of…. Chaos. It was quiet. Too quiet to mean anything good, and as he came into the kitchen he found her at the sink with her back towards him, washing the dishes as she listened to her stereo on a very low volume. He never understood the point of that, they had slept peacefully through loud music while she was pregnant with them, what was the difference now that they were bigger?

WIth a grin he moved across the kitchen, coming up behind her david pressed himself against her, wrapping his arms around Audrey’s hips and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, bringing the bright bouquet of flowers up to her line of sight. 

“David?” she asked “Did you sell our children?” he muttered into her neck. She made an offended noise, her hand slapping his arm playfully as he continued to grin.  “Where are they?” he asked, “Napping, don’t you dare wake them.” she said, leaning back against his chest for a moment, letting his soft kisses and the scent of his cologne wash away the troubles of the day, just as he always did.

The man didn’t so much as mutter a response, just continuing to sway with her, his hand coming to rest against her growing stomach. 

He took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he kissed her fingertips. “Did you miss me?” he asked. 

             David promised to give her the stars, and sometimes he wondered if what he gave was enough, when it seemed to everyone that it was him who benefited most from her wish. 

“Yes.” She replied, resting the flowers on the counter before turning into him. “Did you?” she asked, playing with the collar of his dress shirt. “madly.” 

She smiled up at him before pulling him down to kiss her, her fingers burying themselves in his curls as they kissed. She smelt of warmth and sweetpeas and his fingers sunk into her flesh. The soft whispers of the stereo encased them in a bubble, one that made them forget to notice how very quiet it was.

Sweet pea, apple of my eye

Don't know when and I don't know why

You're the only reason I keep on coming home

He brought her to the center of the kitchen, spinning her around as her laughter broke their kiss. It filled the room, and whenever She laughed David vowed to always keep her doing it, to keep her happy because David had, at long last, found the peace he had thought impossible in the woman. He found it in her perfume, and the endless containers of skincare that cluttered the bathroom counter, In the humming that always came from her, in the toys he tripped over whenever he came home, in the childish doodles hung on the wall, most of all he found it in her laughter— he found it in every place he looked, because within each of those places he found her.

They continued to sway, unaware of the two children watching from under the table, their hands and clothes painted evidence of their innocence and eyes wide in curiosity as their parents laughed. Their plans of avenging their mother’s anger plaused for just a moment. 

           And as they were distracted with each other the two children snuck from underneath the table and reached for a glass jar that sat on the counter. It was too easy to get away with and as they scurried off with their bounty they didn’t notice the pair that followed behind them, waiting till they went back to their headquarters, a blanket fort their father had made for them in their closet. 

They returned giggling with glee before continuing their mischief. They stirred a pot of god knows what, Naomi tried her very best to unscrew the jar as Eliana stirred the chunky mixture.

That was when David showed himself, He crouched down to peer into the fort, a smile on his lips and an amused twinkle in his eyes as he looked at his daughter. “What are you brewing, my little witches?” he asked, looking at the muddy glittering liquid. “Potions!” Naomi replied giddily. “Oh? and what are they for?” he asked 

At this, Eliana decided to look up from the pot she was stirring. “A stink potion!” she exclaimed with a devilish glint in her dark eyes. “Oh for who?” “Cassiel, he made momma mad.” “did he?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Audrey who stood outside the fort. 

“Oh! no Uncle Cas was just being funny, I’m just a bit sensitive right now.” she assured “Cause you miss daddy?” Eliana guessed sympathy. David grinned and Audrey hummed in agreement.

“Good thinking, we’ll have to save your potion for him.” David said “David.” He dropped his shoulders dramatically, pulling the two into his arms.  “We do not solve issues with potions, my little witches.” then bringing the girl’s head close to his lips he whispered softly: “We’ll use it later.” 

They grinned at him, with their round childish faces holding onto his neck as he returned to their mother, failing to keep the pride from his face as she looked at the mess they had made of themselves.

“I’ll get them cleaned up.” He assured “go rest.” he added with a kiss to her forehead. 

Sweet pea, keeper of my soul

I know sometimes I'm out of control

You're the only reason I keep on coming home

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

No not the breakup ask😭😭😭

Part two to save the sadness (or make it even sadder) RO reaction to finding out that the reason MC really broke up with them was people threatening to harm the RO if MC doesn’t leave, (MC then took care of them, but didn’t want anyone to target RO, so they left for their safety)

Cassandra: She would be so angry at MC she would refuse to even see them if they came back. MC would have to find some way to sneak up on her and then explain very quickly before she throws them out. Once she hears them out she has to pause and think for a bit, on one hand she is really mad at you for not just being honest with her. She is a general's daughter, she is protected by one of the fiercest armies in the land at all hours of the day. Who could of ever harmed her? On the oft chance that MC can properly convey the gravity of the situation of how she was never safe from whoever would have harmed her; she still will not understand why you just didn't say so. She doesn't like having her feelings played with, and she tells MC that very clearly. She will consider taking them back, but things will be tense for a while; MC will have to try and win her back for a long while 100%.

Valeria: Also very mad. If MC somehow got through the townspeople and her brothers unscathed, Valeria will try her best to be cold with MC (and fails because underneath her bluffing, she is really happy they came back). Once MC explains she will probably believe it right away without question, she would have prefered MC had just told her why they have to leave but... oh well! They are back now and that is all that matters to her, her family might not be as forgiving though...

Tomás: In his eyes, you didn't cheat and you came back to him, that is all that matters. When you meet again his exterior first might look cold at first glance, but his eyes are of sudden surprise, cautious warmth, and full of hope when he sees MC. Once you explain to him what happened, he welcomes them back overjoyed and with tears in his eyes. He definitely does not like the idea of MC leaving him in order to try and protect him, he tells them next time just let them come; because he would very much rather die than not be allowed to be with his beloved. He definitely becomes more possessive and fully aware of where MC is at all times as a result from this scare.

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Ludovica: Not just telling her why you had to leave was a very foolish decision on MC's part, knowing just how much they meant to her. Vica would be in a catatonic state when MC comes back, her mind has suffered too much in her lifetime and losing the one light she had in her life was just too much; even if them leaving wasn't true. Hearing MC's voice definitely stirs her a bit when she first hears it again, but her mind needs time to slowly heal itself. MC would have to stay by her side everyday, just talking to her, for a while until she slowly recovers. When she finally does, it's honestly a coin toss if she even fully remembers them leaving, or if her brain will wipe that from her memory as a sort of coping mechanism. She would just mainly remember the pain as a terrible dream, and is so very happy that it's finally over now as MC is right here with her. Lovingly by her side.

Aurelio: Hm, I wanna say he really isn't the type to hold any grudges or hard feelings towards anyone he had past relationships with. However, since he liked MC so much he might actually just go out of his way to avoid them after the breakup when he can. If MC somehow is able to corner him he will have a hurt look in his eyes when seeing them, all while smiling like there is nothing wrong and giving you some bull loaded line like, "Funny seeing you here!" or something similar. Once MC explains he will plause to think a bit, he might appreciate the gesture of MC tying to protect him but them leaving him hurt way more than he ever thought it could. His lips want to say "It's alright!" or "I understand!" but his heart doesn't. His heart hurts and it want to push MC away and avoid them as a way of trying to mitigate that pain. His brain is so very confused, he has been dumped so many time he honestly couldn't even begin to count. He thought he had gotten used to being left by others, he always knew he liked you; but not so much that he didn't think seeing or hearing little random things that reminded him of MC would make his chest like it wants to split open. Or that he would actually find himself crying randomly throughout his day with little to no warning. He might not realize it right away but what he really feels is betrayal, and while he might want to just forgive you and take you back but it wouldn't be true forgiveness. And he would not want to waste your time,or his, playing pretend as if nothing had happened and you both could just go back to the way things were before. He might seriously be the only RO MC might permanently lose if they leave like that without explaining to him why. Who would of thought?

Elio: Ha! Well in his mind, you both never really broke up in the first place. You always were his and he was yours, nothing changed just because you were pretending like it did. He might look calm and collected but his usually dull eyes are slightly manic and his breathing is more erratic. He might not like to admit it but deep down he was really terrified you didn't want him anymore, that he was being discarded and left without purpose. He hold you tighter, way tighter than before. He is much nicer to you, far nicer than he ever was before. MC practically can't move two steps without him being a step behind, there is no where MC needs to go without him accompanying them. His fear of MC leaving him again might not ever fully fade away after this, he was very scared. MC makes him feel things he never felt before, he doesn't ever want to lose that. Ever.

[thothfulthieves]

Actually, my fatal flaw is pettiness.

Every time I have to do revisions to write another fanfic, I hate Rick’s messed up timeline even more.

[l1ttl3l0v3]

Hi! Cg Tighnari with a age regressor ( 1-4) who is always very sleepy? Ty have a awesome day! :D

Ofc! It's gonna be short again due to my severe writers' block, sorry bout that anony </33 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Will never force you to get out of bed unless you two have to go somewhere -Cuddles you and sings you to bed -Peppers your face with kisses -Def has Collei make you a little version of TCG deck (If you play) -Speaking of Collei, she probably loves doing crafts with you! -Tighnari will carry you around the Sumeru rain forest (I FORGOR THE NAME OF IT LOL) -even if you feel older on your age range, he'll carry you around -cuts you fruit and veggies in cute shapes -"C'mon little one, you can stay in bed and sleep aslong as you do not choke." AHHHH ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Im personally a very hyper little so this probably sucks, im sorry anony.

[gabykatttt]

I live for the applause

The one and only Velvet my god she’s fucking gorgeous and amazing.

Velvet 🎶🎤

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause, live for the-

Way that you cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Yeah

[daenerys-targaryen]

I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause live for the applause-plause live for the way that you cheer and scream for me! the applause applause applause!!!

[insertsickusername13]

look at me i’m loved

What if- richjake with wings

warning: the wings are metaphorical. I'm so sorry.

word count: 1850

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In Freshman year, when Rich had been a background character even in his own mind, a conglomeration of flaws and insecurities so pitiful even he couldn't find any interest in himself, Jake Dillinger had been someone to idolize. He walked confidently, he spoke confidently. When he sauntered into a room with that idiotic politician smile on his face (the one that pleased everyone, that had even the strictest teacher bending the rules), it wasn't that the room lit up – it was that Jake glowed, and everyone else basked in his light. 

An angel. That was the only way to describe him. 

It was a common comparison. Rich heard it murmured in hallways and saw it when Jake put on tiny fake wings and wore a headband with a golden halo for Halloween. Jake Dillinger was an angel because he was confident, he was perfect, and he was everything Rich wasn't. 

During the SQUIP, when Rich got to know the real Jake and he became a human to be loved rather than a religion in and of himself, he discovered that Jake was an angel all over again. 

It was midnight, maybe a bit later, and the two of them were doing the stupidest shit they could think of. Rich was in Jake's driveway trying to figure out a new trick on his skateboard while Jake stood at the edge of his roof, shooting his basketball in the dark. On only his third try the ball made it into the basket and Rich let out a string of curses so vulgar they had Jake laughing so hard he had to grab his windowsill to stop himself from falling off the roof. 

"Only you, Jacob. Only you can shoot a fucking basketball from your roof, in the dark, and make it in. Fuck you. You're too perfect."

When he looked up at Jake's sillhouette, he was curled in on himself sheepishly. 

"Shut up," he said, his blush audible, "You're perfect too, y'know."

Rich scoffed at that. He was drunk, the SQUIP deactivated and useless. In this state, without it in his head to tell him how to talk and act, he was hardly perfect. Far from it.

Still, Jake somehow materialized beside Rich and poked at his cheeks lovingly.

"Especially that cute little lisp of yours," he teased, taking the basketball from the driveway and putting it back in the garage. Rich felt himself blush against both his own will and the lingering will of the SQUIP. Cute. His lisp. Something the SQUIP hated. Something that was really his. 

Jake Dillinger was an angel because he made Rich feel good about the real him. 

There were countless times Rich wished he could do the same for Jake. Compliments and affection burrowed themselves in his mind, forced into the dirt by the SQUIP. 

You can't say that, that's gay. 

Do you want him to hate you?

Shut up, Richard. 

Don't say that.

So Rich didn't say a word of praise unless it was layered under six different layers of sarcasm. Jake seemed to understand most of the time. Still, there were times he didn't. 

Jake was missing from lunch. No one else seemed to mind much. Chloe seemed happy, in fact, choosing to sit next to Brooke and spend the entire time talking to her rather than Jake. The other boys — nameless blurs compared to Jake—carried on conversation as they usually would. The SQUIP spoke as Rich's mind wandered and worried, playing every worst case scenario until he couldn't stand to sit still anymore. Ignoring the protests from the SQUIP and the rapid succession of shocks at the base of his spine, Rich excused himself from the lunch room and searched half the school before finding Jake standing in front of his locker, forehead pressed against the cold metal, arms wrapped protectively around himself. 

His shoulders were shaking. Rich chose to describe it as merely that because if he didn't then he'd have to say the word crying and he never wanted that word to be associated with Jake.

"Hey, dickhead, where the fuck were you?"

Jake turned, still leaning against the locker, just enough so Rich could see his bloodshot, glassy eyes. After just a millisecond of eye contact, during which Jake appeared so exhausted he didn't seem to know what to do, Jake straightened himself out and quickly wiped his eyes. Within a moment, he was smiling. 

"Didn't want to deal with your annoying ass for a full half hour," he said, already messing with the combination to his locker. Trying to make it look like he was there for a reason other than crying, Rich thought. Fuck. 

Don't say that, don't say that, don't—

Jaw clenched with the effort it took to speak against the SQUIP's will, Rich managed, "Are you okay?"

Jake froze. Then, slowly, he nodded. 

"Yeah," he replied, tone too short and voice too deep, "Yeah, I've just got like—like AP tests are coming up and shit and I'm just stressed as fuck. I've got like four to take this year and it's driving me crazy."

The SQUIP scoffed and said, "Fucking try-hard."

Jake's fake smile faltered. It was the SQUIP rather than Rich who noted that Jake was shaking out his hands at his sides and shifting from foot to foot. His lips were trembling and fuck, no, Jake, I didn't say that, it wasn't me, I'm—

"I'm trying so fucking hard, Rich. Social services won't leave me alone and I just—” he took a shaky breath and stared blankly at the empty space behind Rich, his expression the embodiment of crumbling ruins; ashes; the gray snow that came at the end of the year while spring melted it away. “–I really need to pass these stupid tests to show them I'm fine on my own. I can do this by myself. I can, okay? I–I really can."

Was he asking Rich for confirmation? Of course Jake could do whatever he wanted to. He was perfect.

Don't say that, don't say that, leave this alone, Richard. Leave it alone. 

Taking Jake's hand in his own and running his thumb over the joints of Jake's fingers (a useless form of comfort, what did that do to fix anything? Still, Jake fell, practically plummeted, into the touch), Rich said, "Why are social services on your back?"

Jake shrugged helplessly and, though he sounded like he was on the verge of crying again, laughed. It was short; scared.

"My parents got in some legal trouble. It was between freedom and their son, so. Easy decision, I guess. Up and left last month. Haven't heard from them since."

What?

What the fuck?

No.

At first, the words were easy to hear. Rich had grown accustomed to the SQUIP in his mind. He didn't need to understand and register every word his friends said because the SQUIP would pick it up no matter what and respond correctly. So Rich heard Jake talking, but it wasn't until a moment later, when the SQUIP was trying to say fuck yeah, you have the house to yourself all the time? Bro, imagine the fucking ragers we can throw! that Rich actually understood the words.

"What?" he said, not because it was the right thing to say (as the SQUIP constantly reminded him, Rich never knew the right thing to say), but because he knew it had to be better than talk of parties and shit. No matter what everyone said or what the SQUIP claimed, Jake was more than the 'ragers' he threw and his self-destructive tendency to try and meet every expectation put upon him.

"Yeah. I don't even fucking - fuck-" one hand still holding Rich's, he pressed the heel of his free hand against his temple, both to hide the tears threatening to fall at merely a blink and to assuage his growing headache (he's reacting negatively to light, the SQUIP noted, and the bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't been sleeping well). “–I don't even know, I don't miss them, but now I've got all these people watching me constantly, and I just can't–I can't–"

He didn't even hug Rich, just collapsed forward onto him. There was nothing left in him—no fight, no vigor or joy. The SQUIP scoffed, and for the first time since letting it into his mind, Rich felt genuine anger toward it. How could he? Jake was crying, a morbid sight Rich had never seen and prayed he would never see again, and somehow the SQUIP was amused?

Without considering the consequences (which would surely be painful—electric shocks, leaving him to deal with his dad alone, an itemized list of all the things wrong with him), Rich shoved the SQUIP into some useless sector of his brain where it could no longer take control of his speech or actions. Almost a year of having it in his head had taught him a few tricks.

"Hey," Rich whispered, letting go of Jake's hand only so he could wrap his arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Though Jake felt metaphorically small, with his desperate, childish hold on Rich's shirt and the tiny sobs he was trying to suppress, he was still over half a foot taller than Rich and despite the fact Jake was already leaning down, Rich had to get on his tippy toes just to pull Jake down further into the hug. 

"I'm sorry," Rich said, "Jakey, I'm really, really sorry."

Jake shook his head and nuzzled further into Rich's neck. It hurt just to see him like this and hurt even more to feel it in the shaking of his hands and knees, in the tears wetting Rich's shirt. 

"It's okay," Jake whispered, "It's fine, I'm fine, I just–I gotta–” He never finished, too much of him dedicated to not breaking down to be able to summon words.

Rich didn't need him to speak. He'd been friends with Jake long enough to know exactly what he wanted to say.

Jake Dillinger was an angel because, despite fate twisting and breaking to hurt him, he was still fucking trying. 

How fate could look at a boy like Jake and decide he deserved this, why it hadn't bent the rules just to make the path Jake walked safe, Rich didn't know. 

Until, of course, he was drunk and the SQUIP was still screaming and clawing at the tissue in his brain. Until it was dark and hazy, with music and pounding beats echoing in his bones and the match in his hand. Until there were flames and Rich thought there was no chance of survival. That he was going to die and fall straight to hell because he wasn't Jake Dillinger; he wasn't holy. 

He didn't remember Halloween. Whether it was his own survival instincts or the SQUIP that erased every moment from his mind, he had no way of knowing. He only saw the aftermath—the ashes of Jake's trust, the blisters on Rich's skin, the casts and the crutches that Jake cursed and scorned. 

Jake Dillinger was not an angel. If he were, he wouldn't have fallen. 

Because angels have wings.

[thasminsfireworks]

The Alex Dunphy urge to live for the live for the applause, applause, applause, live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause.

[talkfastcal]

*clears throat*

hello my little monsters I live for the applause applause applause I live for the applause plause live for the applause plause live for the way that you cheer and scream for me the applause applause THE STARS ARE GAGA FOR GAGA!! Give me that thing that I love I’ll turn the lights out put your hands up make ‘em touch WORLD CUP! Give me that thing I love I’ll turn the lights out put your hands up make ‘em touch (touch) THE CROWD GOES WILD FOR THE SHOOTING STARS! Thank you you all are so wonderful please hold your applause SHHH OHH BOY YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS SO SPEECHLESS! AND ILL!! NEVER LOVE AGAIN!! OHH BOY YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS SO SPEECHLESS!! You’re a shooting starstruck CANT READ MY CANT READ MY NO HE CANT READ MY POKER FACE! SHES GOT ME LIKE NOBODY gaga in the room YOU KNOW THAT BABY I! IM! YOUR! BIGGEST! FAN! AND ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME! PAPA 📸 PAPARAZZI BABY THERES NO OTHER SUPERSTAR LIKE SHOOTING! STARS! I’m beautiful in my way cause god makes no mistakes I’m on the right track baby I was born this way don’t hide yourself in regret just love yourself and you’re set I’m on the right track baby I was born this way ooh there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way baby I was born this way (born this way) ooh there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way right track baby I was born this way don’t be a drag just be a queen don’t be a drag just be a queen LETS HAVE SOME FUN WITH THE GOLD AND BLACK THESE SHOOTING STARS ARE GOING BACK TO BACK! HUH!! IM ON THE EDGE! OF GLORY! AND IM HANGING ON A MOMENT OF TRUTH IM ON THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE! IM ON THE EDGE WITH YOU! *WORLD* RAH RAH RAH AHH ROMA ROMAMA *CUP* GAGA OOH LA LA WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE! RAH RAH RAH AHHH ROMA ROMAMA GAGA OOH LA LA alright! Alright! JUST DANCE! gonna be okay da da do just dance spin that record babe da da do just dance STARS!!!!