#THEY GOTTA DANCE AGAIN

[guroseinsei]

it's funny how you go in search for fic so you don't have to write it.

but then it's funnier when you DO find the types of fics you're looking for BUT STILL WANT TO WRITE IT ANYWAY.

i am sobbing. i love dancing fics and always wanna throw out tons of them for about every damn ship i have

[zu-is-here]

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[habken]

my aus have aus, it's like a big tree and all the little branches are the slightly different situations I've put my favourite little guys in

[buildoblivion]

the black bastard of the wall

[p4nishers]

there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.

[souisde4d]

OK GUYS!!!!!!! TWIN COORDS RITANANA OR NANARITA WTV YOU LIKE

[ygodmyy20]

“You are an esper like me?”

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[avensartt]

I just saw venom.

What. The. FUCK

I was literally so hopeful AND THEN VENOM FUCKIN DIES and I realize that the reason Venom tried to spend quality time and do activites with eddie is because he always knew when it came to it he would sacrifice himself for Eddie.

And he wasnt even teased to be revived in the post-credits. I SWEAR IF THEY PULL A LOGAN AND LOKI AGAIN AND BRING BACK ANOTHER VENOM FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE IN THE FUCKING SECRET WARS OR SMTH I'LL LOSE MY SHIT. I DON'T WANT ANOTHER VENOM! I WANT THIS VENOM!!!

I was so hopeful after Deadpool and Wolverine did a happy ending and then I'm hit with the "We're never making it out of here"

And they were so cute the entire movie. Esp Venom. Which is made bittersweet by the ending. Fuckin great.

On another note; I think Venom was ovulating or smth lol "Ride me cowboy"

Anyway I cried

[localsimpissleepy]

AYOO!?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i've started using Just Dance as a workout and well. it's super fun, but i've discovered that i have No Coordination. at all <3 i'm having the time of my life flailing around like a dying fish

[tunastime]

Hels remembers the last time he saw Wels alive. 

He traces out the stern side of his face in memory, watching his jaw work as he readjusted the flight suit around his neck, helmet tucked between his boots. There'd been just the peek of black roots crawling up his neck, contrasting with stark clarity from his bright blond hair in the washed out light. He remembers the pit of confidence in his chest, like armor for his guts, as he combed back his hair and snapped his helmet in place at the same time his brother made eye contact with him. That infectious grin that spread over his face. There was a glint of excitement in his eyes and teeth, the ever so slight blue tint to his features now washed grey behind Hels' visor. He'd cracked the side of Hels' helmet with his palm, laughed as Hels did, as Hels helped him snap his helmet into place before turning to Exania behind them. Ex had raised his eyebrows, expectant, the bright white of his recently-touched up hair stark against his pale skin. It was pulled back against his neck, as he braided with careful, confident hands. He had a look that day that Hels had studied carefully. Even knowing him for a year did little to help Hels recognize any of his emotions. He thinks now that it maybe was anticipation. How confident they all were. You do a handful of drops together and you get cocky. You get confident. You don't double check your work and just leave the scans to be what they are on the surface: no lifeforms detected. 

Now, alone for now in his room, in the apartment he used to share, on the planet he and his brother grew up on, Hels swallows, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes.

Tomorrow he falls in line behind Exania as they receive their first mission briefing as Interspace Investigation Committee scouts, rather than operatives. Investigators, diplomats, rather than spies. It tastes an awful lot like a resignation letter. But at least he didn't take a pay cut.

Today, though, Hels licks anger's bitter taste from his teeth and tries to find someone to blame for being dragged from that grey-white flash, screaming Wels name.

And if he can't find anyone, he'll just have to blame himself.

[celli-ohs]

i’m so upset i might just have to rewatch i-land cause at least i’ll be upset about something else other than the unpredictable yet horrifying future of my country

[libra-cant-just-dance]

I am cringe but I am self-aware

[marc--chilton]

no no no but was wilson good at pole dancing?

is this a recurring event?

WHAT IF WILSON WAS SUPER INTO POLE DANCING. LIKE. WE DON'T SEE MANY OF HIS HOBBIES. MAYBE THIS IS WHY. MAYBE WILSON LIKES POLE DANCING AND I BET HE'D GET ANNOYED IF IT'S CONFLATED WITH STRIPPING (BUT OF COURSE HE'D DO THAT TOO).

aaaaaaaaaa you just gave me new wilson headcanons right there thanks marc

i clearly underestimated how huge "house enrolled himself and wilson into at minimum one (1) pole dancing lesson" would go over with The People

listen. i love wilson i really do but he was doodoo. little upper body strength and not enough stamina. if it was getting house to sweat, wilson didn't stand a chance. bc like reminder, house was always an active dude if he was doing like lacrosse and cheerleading etc etc, and wilson iirc only really played tennis? i think? man's squeaking painfully off that pole and laying on the studio floor afterward for a while because he pinched his nuts on the way down

[honkshoo-zzz]

no one look at me

[farmlesbians]

i'm kind of obsessed with the fact that i two stepped with someone and immediately developed a crush on them likeeeeeeee