#but I did learn a valuable lesson about the trapeze

[heyclickadee]

Also I sort of accidentally triggered the Scooby Doo sleeper agent in me by talking about not dropping people (ie, Tech), so if I suddenly start rambling about the Scooby Doo franchise on here I am sorry. It can’t be helped.

[persona-incorrect]

[While Undercover for an Assignment]

Yukino: So do ether of us even have circus skills?

Maya: I took a circus arts class one summer!

Yukino: Thank goodness. What did you learn?

Maya: I worked out on the trapeze a bit. But, uh, I ended up breaking a lot of bones.

Yukino: You seem to have healed well though.

Maya: What? Oh! No, not my bones!

Maya: I was supposed to catch this guy, and, uh, I dropped him. Onto someone. And they both fell into some other people.

Yukino: That’s terri-

Maya: Who hit the tent support, which tipped the popcorn cart, which set fire to the audience risers, which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them.

Yukino: Well, I'm sure it wasn't totally your fault.

Maya: No, I'm positive it was. But on the plus side I did learn a valuable lesson about the trapeze.

Yukino: What's that?

Maya: Don’t drop people.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: So. Do any of you have circus skills?

Clint: I took a circus arts class last summer!

Y/N: What did you learn?

Clint: I worked out on the trapeze a bit.

Clint: But, uh, I ended up breaking a lot of bones.

Y/N: You seem to have healed well.

Clint: What? Oh! Not my bones!

Clint: I was supposed to catch this guy, and, uh, I dropped him. Onto someone. And they both fell into some other people.

Y/N: That’s terri-

Clint: -Who hit the tent support, which tipped the popcorn cart, which set fire to the audience risers, which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them.

Y/N: Well I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.

Clint: No, it was. But I did learn a valuable lesson about the trapeze.

Clint: Don’t drop people.

[sayssnape]

*snape undercover*

circus owner: so, do any of you have circus skills?

snape: i took a circus arts class last summer!

circus owner: what did you learn?

snape: i worked out on the trapeze a lot. but, uh, i ended up breaking a lot of bones.

circus owner: you seem to have healed well.

snape: what? OH! no, not my bones!

snape: i was supposed to catch this guy, and uh, i dropped him.

snape: onto someone.

snape: and they both fell onto some other people.

circus owner: that’s terri-

snape: who hit the tent support, which tipped the popcorn cart, which set fire to the audience risers, which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them.

circus owner: ...well i’m sure it wasn’t your fault.

snape: no, it was. but i did learn a valuable lesson about the trapeze.

circus owner: which is?

snape: don’t drop people.

[incorrect-dragonquest-quotes]

Sylvando: So do any of you have any circus skills?

11: I took a circus arts class last summer!

Sylvando: Oh? What did you learn, darling?

11: I worked out on the trapeze a bit. But, uh, I ended up breaking a lot of bones.

Sylvando: You seem to have healed well.

11: What? Oh! No, not MY bones!

11: I was supposed to catch this guy, and, uh, I dropped him. Onto someone. And they both fell into some other people.

Sylvando: That’s terri-

11: Who hit the tent support, which tipped the popcorn cart, which set fire to the audience risers, which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them.

Sylvando: Well, I am sure it wasn’t your fault.

11: No, it was. But I did learn a valuable lesson about the trapeze.

11: Don’t drop people.

[schweeeppess]

A Bird And His Fire

A/N: Okay so this took forever to write, and it’s, like, a week late, and I’m so sorry for that! I hope you still enjoy this, Ry! Happy belated Valentine’s! ^^

To: @rynne311

Pairings: DickKory (Dick Grayson/Nightwing x Koriand’r/Starfire)

Everyone had told her that humans couldn’t fly, ever since she’d arrived on this planet.

They hadn’t met Dick Grayson.

Kori watched as her boyfriend and lover wove through the uneven bars, then smoothly transitioned to the trapeze with momentum enough to have him arching over one, hands reaching out to catch himself just in time.

He moved like a bird, he made the motions so naturally, and it was hard for her to believe that he wasn’t a metahuman.

Beside her stood Timothy—one of Richard’s brothers. He seemed just as entranced as she was, and he lived with Richard.

She smiled as she watched him finish his routine, landing on the ground with his arms thrown open, sweat dotting his forehead, chest rising and falling with deep inhales as he caught his breath.

Most importantly, there was a beautiful smile that lit his entire face up; it touched his eyes and made their royal blues gleam; it made the corners of his eyes crinkle; his whole body seemed to smile right with his mouth.

Kori clapped and Timothy smiled as he joined in, saying a good-natured, “Show-off,” to his brother.

Richard laughed and gave a playful bow before moving to wrap his arms around his girlfriend. She leaned down a little to press a sweet kiss to his lips, and murmur, “You said humans don’t fly.”

Timothy made gagging noises and the couple chuckled.

“What are you, eight?” Richard looked to his little brother with a new gleam in his eyes. “I know of a certain ‘under-cover’ Hong Kong cop that you got a little… close, to. Not to mention Ms. Fox.”

Intrigued, Kori looked to Timothy as well to see him flushing red.

“He is embarrassed,” she observed. “It is true, then?”

Timothy spluttered and Richard laughed as the boy said, “You’re the worst, Dick,” and hurried from the room mumbling something about a case he had to work anyways.

Little brother gone, Richard turned to face Kori. He pressed his own quick kiss to her lips and responded to her original inquiry, grinning.

“They don’t.”

“Then how do you explain your display?”

“Practice.”

“Oh?”

Richard hummed an affirmative as he grabbed her hand and walked out of the gym, speaking as he did. “The best way a human can fly, is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

Kori’s brow furrowed as she followed.

“Does that not mean that you will hit the ground as you learn?”

Her boyfriend nodded.

“Yeah, you will, but that’s just something everyone learns in their lives.” His royal blue eyes met her electric green ones. “You’re gonna fall, in life, a lot. You fall when you learn how to walk. You fall when you learn how to run. You fall when you learn how to ride a bike. So of course you’re going to fall when you learn how to fly; everyone’s telling you that you can’t. Falling gets easier, though, with a net.” Richard smiled and squeezed her hand a little as he continued. “So you do it anyway. You fall, and you fall, and you fall, until you finally fly; until you’re soaring above their heads and smiling down on them because you did it. You learned how to fly in a world that refused to let you.”

Kori smiled and laughed, Richard’s own joyous expression growing with hers.

“That,” she started, “was a valuable lesson, Richard. And a very… deep look at it.”

Richard laughed softly, pink lightly powdering his cheeks. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

Still smiling, Kori released Richard’s hand for him to go shower and change as she waited for him in the family room.

“What are you doing?”

Dick paused, turning to look back at Kori. He flashed her a grin before presenting her the stuffed animal he’d bought her, along with a box of chocolates, and a valentine’s card with a message scribbled inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kori!”

She tilted her head as she grabbed the items, putting the puppy under an arm as she shifted her hold on the card and heart-shaped chocolate box to read her card.

As she did, she said, “I do not understand this custom, but it is very cute and I enjoy it.”

He laughed silently at her comment.

Eagerly he watched her face as she read the card he’d filed with mushy clichés that really expressed how much he loved and appreciated having her as a partner.

Gosh, he couldn’t find himself imagining his life without her in it.

When she finished reading, Kori lifted her gaze with a blinding grin that took his breath away and flung herself at him for a hug. He fumbled for the puppy and chocolates a little but returned the fierce embrace as soon as he could.

“Your letter was so sweet, Richard!” she gushed, hugging tighter and, yeah, he loved hugging but he also liked being able to breathe, Kori, please and thank you. “Your sentiments are very much returned! I love you too, and a life without my bird would be a dull one.”

Dick grinned into her hug, wheezing a little as he tried to wriggle out of the embrace because air.

“Your bird?”

Kori released him, that beautiful grin still on her face. “Yes. Humans cannot fly, but birds do, and you were a Robin, were you not?” She nodded to herself. “Therefore you are my bird. My Robin.”

He was blushing again, and he had no idea how Kori did that. Today was supposed to be about her, but he was the one blushing.

“Well,” he started, smiling, “if I’m your bird, then you’re my fire.”

She laughed a little. “Oh, really?”

“Yep!” he popped the ‘p’ as he said it, then added, “God, Kori, how could you not be? You’re the fiery passion in my heart, the heat that keeps me alive, and the glow of my life. You’re the reckless love, the bright smile, and the burning loyalty, Kori.”

Dick hugged her again, burying his face in her shoulder.

“I love you so much, Kor,” he whispered.

He heard her smile when she spoke in a gentle tone. “And I you, Richard.”

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I hope you guys had great Valentine’s Days! I had pizza and watched a movie to treat myself my lonely ass 😂

[accuratenitw]

Talking about college

Mae: I took a circus arts class at college!

Bea: Why am I not surprised? Well, what did you learn?

Mae: I worked out on the trapeze a bit, but I uh ended up breaking a lot of bones….

Bea: You seemed to have healed remarkably well.

Mae: What?

Mae: Oh! Not my bones.

Bea: ……..

Mae: I was supposed to catch this guy and I dropped him.

Mae: Onto someone.

Mae: And they both fell into some other people.

Gregg: That’s terri-

Mae: Who hit the tent support which tipped the popcorn cart which set fire to the audience stands which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them…

Mae: But hey I learned a valuable lesson about the trapeze!

Angus: Which was?

Mae: Don’t drop people.

[incorrect-celeste-academy]

Tamara : I took a circus arts class last summer ! Charles : Why am I not surprised ? Well , what did you learn ? Tamara : I worked out on the trapeze a bit , but I uh ended up breaking a lot of bones .. Charles : you seem to have healed remarkably well ... Tamara : what ? Tamara : Oh , not my bones . Charles : ... Tamara : I was supposed to catch this guy and I dropped him . Tamara : Onto someone . Tamara : and they both fell into some other people . Keelan : That's terri- Tamara : who hit the tent support which tipped the popcorn cart which set fire to the audience stands which collapsed with 48 people sitting on them ... Tamara : but hey I learned a valuable lesson about the trapeze ! Corvan : Which was ? Tamara : Don't drop people .

[annamariemirfin]

Dancing is great!

Recently I have re-discovered a love of dancing. I remember that as a child and teen I always enjoyed dancing. It started at a very young age...when I was maybe 4 or so, apparently I very much enjoyed trying to get house guests to dance with me when they came around to visit. I would dress up (and down I have been told) and prance around the living room putting on a little show. As I got older I started making up dances to the world music samples on Microsoft Encarta - I made expressive routines to chinese opera songs (woomf!), bolivian panpipes, aboriginal didgerdoo...and many more! My friend Bridget and I would make up silly choreographed dances to songs on the “Now” CDs (oh yes I remember those) and we put on all sorts of other dance performances and shows. As a teen my dancing evolved into ‘i-pod parties’ where I would on a fairly regular basis, just put on some music in my room and dance along to it. It was great fun. Later on, up until the age of about 16 or 17, I had culture days which would usually involve dressing up and having some kind of ethnic dance party for one. Then as I got older, I just stopped dancing. It’s was a great shame. Growing up as well there had been some talk at times about me actually taking some sort of dance lessons but I never did (no one’s fault but my own!) 

Recently my dietitian Katherine was talking about basic ways to improve my digestive wellbeing. She said that reducing stress, drinking more fluid, doing deep breathing or meditation, and getting regular exercise were all very important. It’s obvious of course, but it’s surprising how valuable it is to be reminded of basics like this and how easy it can be to forget them. She suggested that one way I could look at getting some daily exercise was just to put some music on in my room and dance. One day I gave it a try. I put on some dance music when no one else was around in the house and just danced! It was great. The movement felt as though I was massaging and stretching my digestive system and it was such a fun, happy, carefree thing to do. Since then I have discovered that dancing is quite a useful activity for a variety of reasons. If my digestive system is feeling sluggish or having trouble (which it too often is) sometimes I’ll try a bit of stretching and dancing and it is usually sort of helpful. If I’m feeling anxious (which I must avoid as much as possible, especially prior to meal times - stress is very clearly linked to digestive dysfunction for me ) sometimes taking just a few minutes to dance can help to relax my body and mind so that I have a better chance of being able to enjoy my meal. If I’m feeling gloomy, sometimes I’ll do a bit of dancing then too because I think to not try dancing or doing something fun when you’re feeling gloomy is essentially deciding to sulk. 

There’s something else that I think is quite beautiful too. The concept that dancing, particuarly free form dancing, is allowing yourself to be creative and expressive in a way that feels true, inspired, spontaneous and uninhibited. I like expressing myself through music and using this as a way of engaging with the art form. I like to imagine being able to fully let myself go - feel at one with the music, feel totally in control, and at ease with myself. Sometimes it annoys me that I struggle to come up with dance moves and that my body doesn’t move in a way that feels fully fluid. It would be very cool to just dance in a way that felt expressive or fulfilling without even really having to think about it, and without judging it. Perhaps learning how to dance properly could be an enjoyable activity that could help with that. Either that or I lower my standards and just get better at free form dancing : D These past two mornings I have begun my mornings with a bit of dancing, straight out of bed and still in my pyjamas. I feel a bit like a silly character in a book (like the trapeze artist that I’m currently writing a silly story about).

One morning I took myself out on a little exercise around the block. As I was walking I realised I felt like doing some dance moves. I felt happy to be moving through space and I just wanted to move even more freely and expressively so I did a few little dance moves. Why not? I thought? Why can’t I just dance down the street when I want to? That day I went to the school and did made up yoga stretches, followed my made up warm up exercises, followed by a made up obstacle course around the school playground. 

Just yesterday Marie, Eva and I went to Arts in the Park, which is where a different music artist performs outdoors every weekday for the month of June. A Celtic band were playing. I have found in the past that I don’t really love most live music (other than perhaps, Opeth : P ). I’ve never really known how to engage with it. But yesterday, after watching a few couples around me dancing, I realised that I wanted to dance too - there was a happy, spinning, twirling, Anna-Marie inside me that wanted to be set free! Eva was tapping her feet along beside me (she actually learns Scottish highland dancing, both the girls do). So Eva and I got up (and after moving to a place that no one could see us) we did a little jig. It felt like a far more fulfilling way of enjoying the music, although I very much wished I could be more carefree and inspired in my dance moves!