#Play music to dance to

[sophsweet]

Disco Playlist on Spotify

Hi there, hope your plans to jump into 2024 are going well. Down Under will be there first of course. Nothing like a bit of disco. Here’s a disco playlist as I love disco. It is inclusive, brings everyone together and dancing lifts the soul. We ought to be dancing not just drinking. If everyone is dancing together, those corrupt corporations and politicians will have no choice but to join in or…

[tenthmuseondine]

“Give me the sword, Kingslayer.”

“Oh, I will.”

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

[andarateia]

LYRIUM: SONG OF THEDAS

A millennia of history in two paragraphs. The truth about the Maker, elves, dwarves, Titans, and the Evanuris - and it's all thanks to lyrium, three little words, and one big song!

[variousqueerthings]

the tardis is BIG

the tardis is ACCESSIBLE

the tardis is fuckn DISCO

the tardis is CALLING BACK TO 1963

the tardis is SHIIIIINYYYY but still has such a GRIMY WEIRD FUN CONSOLE!!!!!!

the tardis is ZOOMABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the tardis is ON FIRE (again)

[x-heesy]

„E-Motion“

Nudes Motion of Life is a new series of Japanese Shinichi Maruyama. His photographs in motion capturing the movements of the human body can enhance the beauty of the skin while guessing nudity

#photography #photooftheday #photo #photographer #photoshoot #nature #picoftheday #love #naturephotography #travel #photographylovers #beautiful #travelphotography #art #landscape #godsowncountry #portrait #photos #portraitphotography

U Can Dance by DJ Hell, Bryan Ferry 🎧

[sleepdeprivedstoat]

Six of Crows: The Musical

Just....

Think about it.

[sojutrait]

the hate i have for this video game literally cant be expressed in mere words.

[raccoonwxrks]

The new outfits made me insane

I HAD TO DRAW THEM BEGIN WIVES C'MON

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

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When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[sparklingcid3r]

Darry who used to love dancing and was genuinely really good is so special to me. He was always dancing with his mom when he was younger and in high school, it’s why he loved going out to bars and socials. It didn’t matter who his partner on the floor was, he could have a good time with anyone. Even if they weren’t a dancer period, he knew the types of pointers to give to get their rhythm going.

Obviously he doesn’t get to do it nearly as much now, but there are fleeting moments where the record player will be letting out a soft, tinny sound before the sun’s come up and Darry’s moving around the kitchen in methodic steps while he gets breakfast ready. Other times Soda will be the one turning it on while the gang’s over and getting a party started.

It’s not a dead art, Darry still gets his moments to move around to a beat. It’s just that instead of blocking time in his nightlife to go all out with a drink in his hand and friends stuck to his hips, it’s interlaced with the little moments as his life goes on.

[floydmtalbert]

in a rhythm // instrumental jazz hits for Lieutenant Colonel Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal

[pinkerpick]

i still hear ur voice when u sleep next 2 me

[footnoteinhistory]

NIGHT COURT (1984–1992, 2023–)

[fumifooms]

Holy mother of Chilchuck and Marcille and marchil-

I don't wanna think about my father dyin' I don't wanna hear my mother cryin' I don't wanna look into the mirror tryin' not to lose my shit Flowin' like lava down the side of a mountain Man in the jungle lookin' for a fountain of youth But he knows that fountain won't appear... fear If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place Searchin' for knowledge Walkin' through fire Man in a garden filled with desire I know my name ain't written in your book... look If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place

It’s literally got everything it’s just marchil at the end my god. Death, fear of death & aging, resignation, cheery "whatever, as long as I had a good time!", looking at the world both with romantic glasses and harsh realistic cynicism.……….. The way the first verse can apply to both of them… I am deceased

[one-bunny-a-day]

30/11/2023

what're they dancing to?