#club merengue

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It happened at around 12:30 pm on August 15. Nobody noticed it at first but then the sense of deja vu set in. Ten students noticed this and tried to find their way out of this crazy phenomenon. In this loop, they are known as...the Mekakucity Actors.

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Character featured:

[ @luvneuvillette / @mochamicheong ]

Caesar Merengue (as Tsubomi Kido)

Masaki Azuraishi (as Kousuke Seto)

Kohaku Akiara (as Momo Kisaragi)

Akemi Hinode (as Takane "Ene" Enomoto)

Haru Akiara (as Shintaro Kisaragi)

Harumi Kamei (as Haruka "Konoha" Kokonose)

[ @fumikomiyasaki ]

Macie Gumeron (as Marry Kozakura)

[ @mcpiejeff27 ]

Sena Yuri (as Hibiya Amamiya)

[me]

Wakana Chiyo (as Shuuya Kano)

??? (as Ayano Tateyama)

[mango-fizz]

what is? red rock? soda??? i have literally never seen that before in my life??

its from dominican republic and it is AWESOME ‼️‼️‼️

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PRIMA PAGINA Mundo Deportivo di Oggi mercoledì, 30 ottobre 2024

[here-comes-the-moose]

I feel like each member of the Bad Batch is a good dancer but in different ways. Allow me to elaborate:

To start off, I headcanon Tech as the absolute best dancer, like he knows how to dance EVERYTHING. This is because he reminds me of my grandfather, and my grandfather is that way; if there’s a dance, my grandfather knows how to do it. He and Phee are the last people on the dance floor at every event. If you’re having a party where there’s dancing, you want Tech to be there.

I don’t know why, but I can picture Hunter being good at salsa dancing and merengue. Maybe it’s the slutty waist or the dad vibes, but I can see him being the guy that all of your tias and your abuelita are telling you to marry because he’s a good dancer even though he isn’t Latino.

Wrecker was a bit of a hard one, but after some thought and looking through videos, I can see him dancing samba and absolutely KILLING it. I can see him dancing salsa and bachata as well. He also slays at musical theatre dancing. I see him going CRAZY when dancing to reggaeton music; the second he hears Daddy Yankee, that’s it give him some room. Also I KNOW he goes crazy when Bad Bunny comes on.

For some reason Echo is giving me club dancing vibes but also line dancing. Like he’s going CRAZY when the Cupid Shuffle or the Cha Cha Slide come on at the function. Also knows how to pole dance and break dance for some reason. The only member of the squad who can successfully twerk. He’s also killing it when it comes to dancing to reggaeton.

Crosshair’s dance is the tango. Nothing will change my mind. The dance just SCREAMS him with the movements. I can see Crosshair doing ballet. I can also see him shaking his nonexistent ass on an elevated surface to club songs while drunk.

Omega knows a little bit of everything, since Tech loves to teach her, but I feel like she’d DEMOLISH in tap dancing. I also feel like she’d be good at salsa as well.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any Stefek fic that is based off the movie Dirty Dancing? A friend of mine said she read a few but I can not find any! Thank you!!!

Nobody puts Sterek in a corner!

Awkward Dancing by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 1,193 I Teen)

Love and dancing come together at Argent's Resort.

I Can't Live Without Your Love by Val_Brown

(1/1 I 4,898 I Not Rated)

Derek stared out the car window as the green trees of the Oregon Coast highway rolled past. Every summer since he could remember they would head to a resort just outside of Bandon, Oregon. This was the last summer before he began college. The last summer before he had to start his future. He was going to make the most of it.

I Carried a Watermelon for Werewolf Equal Rights by alphasnark

(1/6 I 5,359 I Teen)

A Dirty Dancing AU.

feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 11,432 I Mature)

“See?” Derek holds his arms out, “Everything’s working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,” he turns to Erica, “Face it, no one is as good as you.”

“We still have one more,” she sing songs.

Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.”

“You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.”

Hot, sweet and wild by kishmet

(2/? I 14,665 I Mature)

When his father had announced the trip to the Argents' resort, Stiles had envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach with his laptop. He'd never imagined rigorous training sessions with the world's hottest, strictest dance coach.

Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie

(7/7 I 39,565 I Mature)

Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs

(1/1 I 36,530 I Mature)

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn't seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn't believe in mates.

Dirty Dealing by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior

(13/? I 47,100 I Teen)

Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...

I May Be Naive But I'm Not Stupid by FelOllie

(18/? I 73,472 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski is the young, naïve high school graduate who's headed off to Columbia University (with every intention of going on to Columbia Law) because that's what his parents expect of him. Even though, really, all he wants to do is take after his father and become a cop.

Derek Hale is the sexy, mysterious, just-this-side-of-standoffish-and-rude dance instructor. He and his partner, Lydia Martin, work the summers at the playing-at-posh mountain resort teaching the over-privileged adults and their spoiled kids how to do the merengue.

The summer proves to be exactly what Stiles needs to finally learn how to take control of his life.

But, what happens when it's over?

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I totally love ur interpretation of alphas smelling kinda nasty it's not my thing but it's very cool and fun!!! (Pls share where you disagree with me I love hearing other opinions)

For some reason to me, omega! Price is fresh baked bread. Like it just seems correct to me idk why

Beta! Price is herbal. Maybe w some very slight powdery notes. But mostly like tea and old books. The smell is on the warmer side even tho I tend to see beta scents as more... cold? If that makes any sense

Alpha! Price is either a sharp, pine scent. Like a Christmas tree farm. OOOOOR this really yummy perfume I have called Jazz Club by replica. It's such a good scent and I feel like either price or ghost fit the vibe of it.

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Interesting!!! Also Pine Price? Yes yes??!??! 🫵🫵🫵

(I will be highjacking this to post my own hcs!)

(UPDATED) The 141's Scents in an A/B/O AU: Depending on Presentation

Follow-up on these two posts:

As a reminder, these two posts follow a theory of mine that:

Alphas smell so strong and overpowering, bordering on just smelling Bad™️;

Betas smell natural and comforting (average, no major complaints);

Omegas smell sickly sweet and so overwhelming it could make someone ill.

Johnny

Omega Johnny smells like the syrup that surrounds and preserves canned fruit. Canned peaches especially.

Beta Johnny smells like the sea. Salt water, seaweed… that kind of thing.

Alpha Johnny smells like shoe shiner, or another product like that. Maybe wet paint or varnish?

Kyle

Omega Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Beta Kyle smells like freshly cut grass, and ivy. Especially when the freshly cut grass is damp too.

Alpha Kyle smells like nearly vinegary and acidic. The best way I can say it is... strong wine that has just started fermenting.

Simon

Omega Simon smells like talc/baby powder. Makes you wanna bury your face in him and sniff like you do to a newborn baby.

Beta Simon smells like old books with yellowed pages. Not necessarily musty or bad.

Alpha Simon smells of black pepper.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Omega Ghost wears scent blockers. You'd never know what he smells like because he doesn't let you. (It's vanilla sugar)

Beta Ghost smells of freshly carved wood furniture, unfinished and unvarnished, still full of splinters and rough edges.

Alpha Ghost smells strongly of burning. Like a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John

Omega John smells like lemon merengue. Sickly sweet and tangy at once, with a softness that melts in your mouth.

Beta John smells like a forest, maybe a rain forest, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. But the kind of pine that people sometimes mistake for mint?

Alpha John smells like rusted iron and dirt... Which a lot of people confuse with fresh blood. Especially when he's angry and his scent mutates.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

Description: Mickey Garcia has always had dance in his soul. It shocked everyone he knew when he didn't follow the music and dance in his soul for a career. Instead he became a Naval Aviator - a Weapons Systems Officer, in fact, and didn't regret that decision even once. Some part of him knew that he would find his dance partner one day. After the Uranium Mission, the restlessness in his soul lead to Mickey going dancing, and that's where he'd found you. At first things between the two of you were just fun. But what happens when Mickey wants more? Can he convince you just how good the two of you could be dancing in step for the rest of your lives? Disclaimer: Female!Reader Word Count: 2947 Author’s Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic as yet another installment for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event. This time, it's based on the song Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go) by Wham! This is my first official oneshot for Fanboy and I really love it! I hope you all do too! All of the bold and italicized parts are lyrics from the song! My Masterlist

Miguel Garcia has always had a dancer’s heart. Growing up in Miami, Florida, he’s been surrounded by music since the day he was born in an inner-city hospital to two people with pure music in their souls. If you asked either of his parents, they’d have thought he’d grow up to be a Merengue, Cumbia, or Salsa dancer. Instead, Miguel chose to join the Navy. When he was so serious, so sure of the decision, who were they to stop him? He’d worked incredibly hard to climb the ranks, but he’d never lost the rhythm in his heart. What was harder to find was the girl who dances in a complimentary rhythm to his own. 

It hasn’t helped either that he’s been deployed around the world for most of his career. It has been an incredibly fulfilling life, but a solitary one. Sure he has Reuben, who Mickey can unequivocally class as both a best friend and a brother, but it's not the same. A part of him has always wanted the kind of love his parents share, the kind of love he'd grown up with. The Uranium mission had seemed like the turning point in his career. The admiralty had formed a new squadron, electing to keep the Daggers together, and he was (he is) happy to have a permanent place to call home. It had finally felt like he had a family again. But something was still missing - someone was still missing.

He'd started up his old habits from his youth once more. Weekend after weekend he'd hit the dance clubs of San Diego, dancing with everybody who wanted to, until the nervous thrum in his veins had quieted once more. That was the only way he’d been able to fall asleep with the new monotony his life had taken. It had been one such night after a terribly boring week when he saw you for the first time. You were laughing and carefree, each elegant movement looking like poetry on the dance floor of the small salsa bar. It was the first time all night he’d felt the incessant energy thrumming under his skin grow quiet. 

"Hi, can I cut in?" He'd asked.

"Sure," You'd giggled. The minute you put your hand in his, he'd been lost to the music in your eyes and the rhythm of your soul. You'd felt like sin under his fingertips and your smile had been brighter than the sun. Mickey had not wanted to let go of you all night.

That rhythm had translated into what was the best sex of his life in the months following your serendipitous meeting. But night after night he always woke up in his simple, shitty little base apartment to the sight of you slipping out of the door like you'd never been in his bed to begin with. Just like that, too, he'd stay awake an hour longer to see your posts on social media about dancing in the Gaslamp Quarter. And every night he'd fall back to sleep wishing that one day soon your heart would beat to the same rhythm as his own. He'd known you'd wanted something light, "Just fucking, just for fun", you'd murmured in your musical voice that first night. And just fucking, just for fun was where he'd stayed.

Mickey isn’t sure when it happened, but you've been haunting his every thought. He only needs to blink and he can see your smile, your sparkling eyes, and everything about you in technicolor swimming in front of his eyes. All of a sudden, your arrangement isn’t enough. He wants to dance through life with you, not just waltz you into his bed every few nights. It’s no lie that work keeps you busy, just like the Navy keeps him. He knows you love it, dancing by night and during the day writing reviews of the places you danced at for one of San Diego's travel websites. But Mickey can't help wanting more of you.

Even when he's supposed to be flying, he's only thinking of you. His inattention could cause him to make some serious mistakes, but he can’t stop. The one time he’d mentioned it to Payback, he’d regretted it too. Reuben was no help. His advice had been, "Just tell her how you feel. Then you can woo her!"

Well, Reuben may know exactly what to say to Emily, his wife, but Mickey still has no idea what to say to you. Or when, to be honest. You're barely around for more than a few hours at a time. And when you are, your pretty mouth is too occupied to do much talking.

After months of trying and failing to tell you how he feels, Mickey's decided he has to take matters into his own hands and track you down at one of these clubs. He has to dance with you, take advantage of the close proximity and your body pressed against his to tell you the truth. But he has no idea what your schedule is. So Mickey does what he does best, analyzes all of the facts. If he can do it in the back of a jet, he can track you down, right? The first thing he does is call your best friend.

"Hey, Maria. Do you have any idea what Angel's doing this weekend?" Her response had been vague at best, something about a themed dance night at one of the clubs in the city. Okay, it's a start. But it's October. Nearly every dance club in the city is throwing themed dance nights Friday through Sunday. That's not going to help much. 

You'd mentioned something to him a couple of nights ago, about reviewing the theme night happening at one of the newest clubs in town. It was one of the few words of pillow talk he actually remembered before your mouth was doing wicked things that made his heart rate skyrocket. Now if only he could remember what kind of theme night. Not hip hop, funk, or soul. It could've been a kpop night, but you'd mentioned something about lycra? What the hell does lycra have to do with dance? Before he can update his list, his phone gets snatched right out of his hands. It's Hangman, because of course it is, and the nosey fucker's already looking into Mickey's phone like it's his god-given right to do so.

"Well, well, well, Fanboy. You like going dancing on weekends? Picking up the ladies?" The glare Mickey levels at the obnoxious blond could have been powerful enough to set him up in flames. 

"Can I have my phone back, please, Bagman?" But Hangman just keeps scrolling, quite gleefully ignoring his pleas.

"Nah. This is too interesting." He squints at the screen. "What do dancing and lycra have to do with each other?"

"I wish I knew. My girlfriend, I guess, mentioned going to one of these Halloween theme dance nights this weekend. And she mentioned something about lycra and one of the places she's going this weekend." Mickey should not be grateful to have his phone back, not when Jake just slumps down on the sofa and starts brainstorming out loud. Most of his suggestions are frankly ludicrous and the longer Mickey hears him talk the more his head pounds. 

By the time training is over for the day, every single Dagger knows and has contributed their two cents. Mickey's more than exhausted and all he wants is his Angel, but you're not there. But as it stands, there is a monster in his stomach growling loudly and he’s covered in sweat. So into the locker room he goes, praying that the guys have something, anything to talk about other than his Angel search. 

Of course the minute he walks into the locker room he’s bombarded with even more suggestions. At that moment, Mickey has to remind himself that he likes these people. They may be pains in his ass but he likes them.

"Aww, c'mon Fanboy! This is your girl we're talking about. So what's she like in bed? She has to be a bombshell in and out of bed to keep your attention." Mickey's not quite sure what to say to Jake's comment because you are. He calls you his Angel for a reason after all. But he's never once indulged in locker room shop talk and he isn't going to now. Not when he's not even sure how you feel about him and everything.

So he just shrugs and turns on the shower. With the hot water pounding down around him the tight band of pressure across his temples eases. It helps that Hangman has finally, finally shut up about Angel's weekend plans, too.

But it feels like it's nearly too good to be true. Because the squadron is at the Hard Deck later that night, and Mickey gets cornered by Natasha and Bob.

"So, Fanboy." Bob's smiling good naturedly as he pushes a soda towards Mickey. "What's your girlfriend like? The other guys probably just want the dirty details but you look happy, man. I'd love to know more about her if you'd like to tell me about her? Nix and I both would."

Under their gentle smiles and easy demeanors it's almost too easy to state all of the ways Mickey adores you. He probably sounds like a broken, stuck record, prattling on and on about your soft hair, sweet smile and your big brain. He even pulls up one of your reviews to share and oh. Oh. He's in love with you. But he’s not sure how he’s going to tell you, not at all.

“Okay, you obviously love this girl.” Mickey can only nod at Natasha’s fondly amused tone. “So why aren’t you tracking her down to tell her so?”

For the first time in weeks, an idea starts to crystallize in his mind. “Would you guys be able to help me find her? She’s supposed to be reviewing one of the Halloween theme nights this weekend. But all Angel told me is something involving lycra.”

"Maybe she is going to wear lycra? Like for eighties jazzercise?" Mickey’s so excited he could kiss Bob for that suggestion. Sure enough there is only one place hosting an eighties theme night this weekend. It would be too much to hope that he could manage to go alone. Because the minute Bob’s found the club, Hangman is right there to start planning a night of it. Before too long, Mickey’s quest to tell his Angel how he really feels has turned into a Dagger’s night out and a complete and total mess.

Come Saturday night, Mickey’s one of the first Daggers ready to leave base and head out for the night. He's not wearing anything too out of the ordinary, opting for a wide collared shirt, and trousers. The one difference is how his curls cascade over his forehead and the retro shades covering his eyes. It doesn't surprise Mickey at all to see Natasha appear in the parking lot minutes later dressed in lycra and a leotard, big puffy hair, sweatbands, leg warmers and all. Bob wearing a turtleneck and slacks and Reuben when he finally drives up is dressed like Mickey is. But the true surprises of the Daggers seem to be Rooster and Hangman who walk up side by side in matching leggings, leotards, wristbands and headbands. Javy appears sedately behind the duo, dressed similarly to Bob.

Mickey feels kind of like the Ringmaster of a particularly rowdy circus as he leads the way into the club not longer after. It feels like entering an alternate universe. The music is so loud he feels it in his bones. Everyone’s wearing bright colors and dressed like they stepped right out of the 80s. There are more than a few people wearing lycra like Nat, Hangman and Rooster. Already, Mickey can feel the thrum of the beat in his blood. But as much as he’d like to dance, he’s a man with a mission.

He melts into the crowd before Nat and Hangman are back with the first round. If he knows you correctly, and he thinks he does, you’ll be right in the middle of the dance floor. You’ve said it a hundred times, that the center of the dance floor is where you can get the best idea of what the mood is for a club. Sure enough, he finds you in the center of the dance floor. 

The sight of you, it takes his breath away. Lit up by the glow of the lights, you look ethereal. Your eyes are closed as your body moves to the beat.  Much like Nat, you’re in leggings and a leotard too, your hair a halo of curls around your head. But your leotard is more than a little sexier, only a scrap of fabric covering your breasts. You look like sin, your bare arms sparkling under the neon lights as beads of sweat drip down your neck. It’s obvious all the other men on the dance floor want you for themselves too, because one after the other, they keep trying to grind up on you. 

When your eyes open, they glimmer with rage, rage you rightfully use to push the wandering hands off of your skin. Rage that melts into a sweet O of surprise when you see him standing there.

“Miguel?” Here’s another reason why he loves you. The way you say his name is like music. He takes your hand just as the beats of an all too familiar song pound through the speakers.

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

"Hi, Angel." Mickey's voice would be barely audible were it not for the way he murmurs the words right into your ear. "I missed you."

You look flattered at his innocent admission, and Mickey's not sure why. 

"I remember you saying something about an Eighties Dance Night. It didn't take long to find this place."

To your credit, you let Mickey twirl you around the dance floor for a few more seconds before you pretty glistening lips part.

"Why do you miss me, Miguel?" You look like you're almost scared of the answer you're going to get. So instead, Mickey croons the lyrics of the song playing into your ear.

"You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same"

Now there's understanding in your beautiful eyes and as much as Mickey wants to turn tail and hide, instead a glorious smile takes over your face. He doesn't object at all as you drag him outside. In the quiet, he finally, finally hears the staccato rush of your frenzied breaths, calming in tune to your own.

“Mickey, I …” You look lost all of a sudden and Mickey can’t stand to see that look on your face. So he steps forward and kisses you, slow and sweet, pouring all of his pent up feelings into the soft, tender kiss.

“Angel, please. This once, can I talk?” At your nod, he continues. “I know you just wanted some fun, and that was what I wanted too. But sweetheart, I can’t do this anymore. Cielito, it hurts too much.”

Your face falls at his words, and he can almost see the walls come up around your heart.

“I’m almost certain I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand that you’ve left me sleepin' in my bed. I was dreamin' but I should've been with you instead. Wake me up before you go-go. Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.” Your giggle when Mickey starts singing the song is far better than your tears would have been.

“You’re a sap, Miguel Garcia.” But even as you say the words, you’re stepping into his arms. You taste like strawberries as he sucks on your plush lips and it's a taste he's not sure he'll ever get tired of. “I’m pretty sure that I’m falling in love with you too.”

"Come home with me, baby? And stay the night?" Your grin and nod makes his smile feel like a mile wide as he calls an Uber. You’re all over him on the drive to the base gate and all of a sudden it feels like the world is still. Because you’re in his apartment, and then on his bed, the scrap of fabric covering your tits riding up until it’s not covering anything at all. Your moan is musical, too, as he leaves wet kisses over his skin. But Mickey’s sure he likes you best when you’re completely naked and in his arms, a sheen of sweat over your soft skin as you pant against his chest. Your mind looks to be finally, completely silent, and your lips are pillow soft as you press soft kisses over his heart.

“Miguel?” Your voice is a little rough, vocal cords rubbed raw as you snuggle in closer.

“Yeah, Angel?” Mickey’s sure he’ll never get tired of you, not when you’re blinking sleepily at him.

“Take me out for brunch in the morning?” For some reason your sleepy words make him happier than he’s felt in a long time.

“I can do that, beautiful. But you’ll have to wear my clothes. I don’t think that lycra set of yours should be worn in public, ever again.” He has to stifle his chuckles when all he hears is a soft snuffling snore. There’s no way you’re going out dancing without him tonight. You’re too worn out. Is it a crime that he likes you that way?

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Copacabana

Warnings: Angst, a little cussing, fighting and guns, blood mention, alcohol mention, etc.

Characters: David × Gn!Angel

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Angel worked at a bar. They performed, did shows for anyone who would pay enough, and was damn good at their job. They loved it! The copacabana was the hottest spot, and they were the main attraction. Dancing was the highlight of their night when they got all dressed up in cute short dresses and feathers and jewels.

David worked the bar. He was never one to want to be in the spotlight, but he loved their light. Being able to watch them perform was a gift, and he would steal glances at them when he wasn’t taking an order or making a drink. They started to talk to him, break him out of his shell a little. And sooner than later, they were an amazing pair.

At the copacabana, They fell in love.

One night, everything was going as smooth as it usually does. Location still hot, and performances still most requested. Everyone was encapsulated by the way Angel could Cha Cha and merengue, slide and twirl across the floor. After they were done dancing, some guy requested them specifically to do a personal show, but that wasn’t a rare occurrence. They didn’t figure anything would go wrong about this night.

However, the man got a little handsy and went too far with Angel. David noticed their discomfort, and practically hopped over the bar to get to the two.

“Hey, don’t you see they’re uncomfortable?”

“Back up, this isn’t your business” The man replied

“Can you just fucking get away from them, they clearly don’t like it” He gently pushed at the man’s chest to back him off of Angel. He didn’t receive that very well, as David blinked and opened his eyes to a fist disconnecting from his face. And now it was a fight.

Punches and chairs being thrown, spit and blood splattered across the wooden tables and bar counter. And before anyone knew it, they all heard a loud sound.

“David?? DAVID?! OH MY FUCKING GOD DAVID!!”

David’s blood was all over the floor. Shot in his head they fear. Angel couldn’t process it at first, but when they finally understood the severity of the circumstances, they let out a gut wrenching scream that could be heard from down the street. They kneeled next to his body and checked for a pulse, even though they were sure he was dead, still hopeful that this whole thing could be turned around and the love of their life could be saved. They yelled at the people around them to call the police, call an ambulance, someone do something. But he was gone, and they knew it.

At the copacabana, They lost their love.

Thirty years later, the bar turned into a night club. Angel doesn’t know why they still owned the dress they wore that night, why they continued to put faded feathers in their hair or old rhinestones above their eyelids, or why they even still attended this stupid fucking bar. But they knew what they wanted; A drink.

And man, did they drink and drink and drink. Sometimes the new bartender would have to refuse to give them anymore because they would drink all night. The location somehow still managed to be a ridiculously popular spot, and they got tired of hearing about it, it was exhausting to relive that day 10 times over every day of their life moving forward.

Looking around, it was a good time. But not for Angel. They feel as if their youth is gone, and the love of their life was wrongfully taken from them. Over time, their mind was lost, and it’s turned them to the worst, letting alcohol do the forgetting for them. But only temporarily. They’ll be back tomorrow night.

At the Copacabana, Don’t fall in love.

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Wooooooo I need a distraction lol

Tyler hcs for my son

-if you ask what music he likes he'll say rock and rap, which is true, but he also likes bachata a lot even if he'd never admit it lmao. Good dancer, knows the merengue, used to dance with his mom a lot... :(

-Good cook but has literally never done it out of enjoyment so he wouldn't call it a hobby or anything, doesn't realize he can just cook for fun 💀

-hes pretty handy since they usually don't have enough money for a repairman, but he knows Taylor enjoys fixing stuff so he usually let's her do it

-fast walker and he really hates when people just freaking stand around in the hallways. Will walk in the middle of the street to pass you AND give you side eye while doing it

-sensitive stomach and gets motion sickness like that, he can't even go on the swings at the park 😭 (he just like me fr), kind of a picky eater, bit of a health nut.

-he hates studying but he has sports and a good memory so he's a pretty good student.

-besides baseball (woo venezuela), he's good at basketball. He used to be on the track team as well before the whole phantom dimension and he had to drop out cuz he kept passing out during the club meetings 🤡

-DESPISES bugs he hates them so much he is stomping on them and throwing books at them and screaming at Taylor to GET THE BUG SPRAY. Thinks mosquitoes are one of gods punishments. He will lose his shit if a roach starts flying

-whenever he looks at Aiden he thinks "este wey sta chiflado"

[burntheedges-updates]

Over Again - Mix CD & Playlist

I'll start posting the fic soon! Maybe this weekend? In the meantime, this playlist goes with the fic. The first 19 songs are the ones Joel and Sarah burned on a mix CD for you/reader late in 2001. After that it's just more vibes (and relevant songs…).

I was a teenager in 2000 and I grew up in the south (not in Texas, though I lived there later), so I was aiming for songs I would have heard on the radio and songs the reader and Joel definitely would have heard on the radio and when they went out dancing (we're talking two-step and merengue, and more). You'll see more of this later, but Joel teaches you to dance in this fic. Thank you to @thatoneobsessedlinguist-writes for your help and song suggestions!

Read on for my annotated list with headcanons for the first 19 songs.

Mild spoiler warning for the fic - there are some notes and context for various bits of the story, so I'd hold off on reading until later if you're not into that.

Joel & Sarah's ~Awesome~ Mix

Link to playlist here

Some general categories -

Songs 1-6: those inescapable songs you would have heard every time Joel took you dancing. Some of them were the songs playing when he taught you the steps.

Songs 9-15: the same, but for country night/dance clubs, for two-stepping and line dancing.

Just take a moment and let the truth settle in your heart - the Miller brothers know how to two-step and how to line dance. And they'll break those out or a bit of merengue or bachata and more on a night out or at family gatherings.

La Bomba - azul azul (2000) This song played in every club in 2001, and you can't convince me otherwise. Also, there's a moment with this song in the fic that cracks me up (no spoilers).

Suavemente - Elvis Crespo (1998) Just imagine Joel leading you through a bit of merengue to this song in a club. I'll wait.

Lambada - Kaoma (1989) I'll be honest, I can't imagine this playlist without this song. Everyone would have known it, they'd have heard it out and at every family gathering, forever.

Fruta Fresca - Carlos Vives (1999) Once you start to catch on, Joel throws these faster songs at you, whirling you around and keeping his eyes locked on you the whole time. Ese beso con que sueño, cuando, las penas me acechan...

Rie y Llora - Celia Cruz (2000) Sarah's Abuela/Joel & Tommy's mom loves Celia Cruz. Her songs play at every family gathering, and the whole family knows the entire Celia Cruz catalog. They have to. (This is the song Joel and Sarah are dancing to in the backyard in the excerpt I posted the other day.)

Arrasando - Thalia (2000) Another one of those songs that Joel throws at you once you've got the steps down. Ellie thinks the fast songs are the best ones, later.

Que Me Quedes Tú - Shakira (2001) We have to have a couple of slow songs, at least, and this album was huge in 2001. I think Sarah, a bilingual kid in Texas, would have loved it.

¡Que Bonito! - Rosario (1996) This is the song that plays when you and Joel are slow dancing in the backyard, after he teaches you to dance, when he kisses you for the first time. Qué bonito poder sentirte así...

Austin - Blake Shelton (2001) Look, they lived in Austin. This song came out mid-summer, 2001. There is no chance it didn't play in every single country night club in Austin for years.

The Way You Love Me - Faith Hill (1999) This song was inescapable. I've line danced to it myself.

What About Now - Lonestar (1999) Joel Miller would have loved this song. Imagine him taking you for a spin around the dance floor to this one. Baby, for once let's don't think twice...

Cowboy Take Me Away - The Chicks (1999) I feel that this one speaks for itself. I also think Sarah would have laughed at both of you every time you got emotional about it. Ellie would do the same 20 years later.

Man! I Feel LIke A Woman! - Shania Twain (1997) Sarah helps Joel make this mix CD as a gift for you. You know she'd add this song – you and Sarah would have sung this song at the top of your lungs while dancing around Joel and Tommy in the kitchen, as they watched and laughed. Joel also loves watching you line dance to it when it comes on at a club and the men clear the floor (this is exactly what happened in the early 2000s every time this song played, in my experience).

Boot Scootin' Boogie - Brooks & Dunn (1991) I think it might be illegal not to play this song at a country night club. I'm serious. Especially in 2001.

All My Ex's Live in Texas - George Strait (1987) They live in Texas. I'm pretty sure they're still playing this song in Texas, even though I haven't lived there in 8 years.

No One Needs To Know - Shania Twain (1995) In my mind, this song captures the moment you set eyes on Joel the first time, in the first chapter of the fic. And maybe you would have told him that, later, when it came on the radio one day in his truck. I met a tall, dark and handsome man, and I've been busy makin' big plans...

Forever and Ever, Amen - Randy Travis (1987) Joel Miller is a cheesy romantic. And he would sing this song to you in the kitchen like the big sap he is.

Amazed - Lonestar (1999) This is Joel’s song for you, like No One Needs To Know was your song for him. That man feels every single lyric as he slow dances with you to this song in his backyard. He also thinks this is the last song on the CD, which is romantic, but Sarah sneaks one more past him. I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side...

Pickup Man - Joe Diffie (1994) At some point, you and Sarah establish an inside joke about this song and Joel, and it makes you laugh your asses off every time it plays. (You tell Ellie the story later, in the fic.) Joel pretends to be grumpy about it, but secretly he loves seeing the two of you get along like that. Sarah sneaks it onto the CD without Joel noticing until he hears it later and sighs, long-suffering, hiding his smile from the two of you as you shout-sing the lyrics at him in his pickup truck. I met all my wives in traffic jams, there's just something women like about a Pickup Man...

I can hear you, fellow olds - 19 songs? On a burned CD? Look, it’s not impossible. I definitely had a few with 18 or 19 songs on them. Let’s just assume it worked.

[quillisadoll]

I just so a post about the club loving fnaf so I decided to assign a video game to each character

(might be ooc idk)

Hikaru: I think Hikaru would like something fighting based, maybe something like mk1 or street fighter, and he would be both extremely good and extremely bad at the same time

Karou: Karou would totally be into Minecraft, Hikaru would play with him, they have made many many worlds. (Karou is the builder while Hikaru is the miner)

* note that Hikaru and Karou both love fnaf and make people are are unaware of the jumpscares play it (cough cough Tamaki cough cough)

Honey: Honey would love Kirby, specifically that one where he consumes all of those random objects like a car or a staircase. He would also like Kirby's epic yarn (totally not me projecting) oh he also has an animal crossing world, he has every single ac game!

His fav villager is Merengue :3

Mori: I think he prefers watching honey play more than actually playing himself, he mostly get dragged into playing animal crossing with Honey. If I had to choose a video game for him it would be those tower defence games.

Kyoya: Kyoya also doesn't game much, I also think he would be more into the story than the actual game play. He would love omori, he would totally find the story intriguing, he would kinda be annoyed by combat but he is really story driven and a completionist so he would fight through the combat.

Tamaki: just dance 2016 and fortnight

Haruhi: Haruhi doesn't really care for gaming, the twins bought her a Nintendo switch so they could all play Minecraft together but they don't really play it much. The game they probably play the most is animal crossing.

Renge: it's already cannon that she loves dating Sims but I feel like she also has a animal crossing world, she totally would have Raymond because it reminds her of that anime dude he liked that looks like Kyoya. She's also played ddlc before and Monika gave her nightmares. Oh and she also has a Sims world with all the hosts. She also has a full PC set up and she 100% live streams.

* another note, since so many of them play animal crossing they have a shared world that they all play on! It was Honeys idea!!!

[wosoandstuff]

Since i was a child i have always been a Barça fan, because my dad is one (the rest of my family are Merengue).

However, since i was a teenager i have sympathized with Atletico because i always liked Griezmann's work and when Deyna Castellanos signed for Atleti, it made me a fan.

That Ana Maria is going to play for Atletico is a bit bittersweet for me haha, like, obviously i follow Atleti on Instagram and X, and now I'm seeing all the content they upload of Ana Mari and it's like a dagger in the heart.

But at the same time it's like "wow, at least she'll be playing for a club i support" but still.... It hurts💔

[whenjustdancehitsdifferent]

EVERYONE had a villain era in my timeline, didn't they??

Evil Mihaly be like Independent Woman

Evil Liza be like Call Me

Evil Mr Saxobeat be like Hit The Lights

Evil Want U Back be like The Time Dirty Bit extreme

Evil Icona Shard be like Just Dance

Evil Phone Girl be like Feel This Moment

Evil Merengue be like Heavy Cross

Evil Walk This Way extreme be like Follow The Leader

Evil Jai Ho You Are My Destiny be like Sympathy For The Devil

Evil Starships be like Where Have You Been

Evil Adameve be like Fight Club

Evil Heartbeat Song be like Animals extreme beta version

And now evil Moxie be like Paparazzi APPARENTLY because why not at this point right??

(And those are just the ones with canon songs attached...)

[queerspaceprince]

mmmm fruity pebbles 🤤 🤤 🤤 My friend's bday is this weekend. this was her great idea.

cake and filling today, and frosting it tomorrow. most of the flavor for both comes from soaking the cereal in the milk that was going to be added for about 20 minutes (then straining it), as well as actual fruity pebbles mixed in.

the filling is Ermine Buttercream-my first time making it. my last experience with a cooked buttercream was the swiss merengue I tried a couple years ago- and safe to say, that did not go well. This turned out perfectly, and the texure lives up to the name! Its silky smooth and so yummy. did take like....3 hours though bc it had to cool before whipping it.

originally she sent me a recipe for a f.p. cheesecake (like...2 months ago? lol), but decided she wanted a regular cake for her bday-so I looked up some recipes and combined a couple. its going to be Pink Pony Club themed lol.

(the happy bday sign i got is hot pink glitter saying yeehaw bitches 🤣)

[marinerainbow]

Smartass: Stupid, were you dropped on your head when you were drawn?

Stupid: No! I was HIT on my head!

Wheezy: *coughs his lungs out*

Shiny: You smell like death.

Wheezy: I AM death. *walks away*

Shiny: Nice...

Greasy: And now I will show you my full-proof way of picking up de ladies. *jumps in front of first woman he sees* Heeeey Mami watch this *starts furiously dancing to a merengue version of Hips Don't Lie* Dis could alll be yours baby, hey where chu going huh?

Smartass: Psycho can't have pepper.

Psycho: I'm alleeeeergic!

Wheezy: Are you serious? He uses it as gunpowder.

Psycho: From my allergies!

Poppy: There's something I need to ask you.

Smartass: There's something I gotta ask you.

Poppy: Okay we'll say it at the same time.

Smartass: On da count'a three. 1, 2...

Poppy: Can we move in together?

Smartass: Will ya help me hide a body?

Poppy: Alright...show me how you talk to ladies.

Smartass: *adjusts suit* Hey, what's shakin' Baby Doll, is this seat taken?

Greasy: *throws a condom on the counter* Whoops.

Shiny: Between the two of you there is one braincell.

Stupid: *tackles Psycho* Give it back!

Poppy: Hello DownTown ToonTown Police Department? I am sorry the seargent is in a meeting at the moment I'm afraid he can't-Oh Oh Kitty it's you-!

Smartass: *from the other room* I AIN'T WATCHIN' THE DOG!

Shiny: *grumpy and frustrated*

Greasy: Eesh, what's up your culo?

Shiny: ...Nothing yet. 😏

Greasy: !

Poppy: So remind me again. Why aren't you allowed in the club?

Greasy: They don't allow peeping.

Wheezy: They don't allow smoking.

Stupid: They don't allow food.

Psycho: They don't allow stabbing.

Smartass: They don't allow honest opinions.

(These aren't incorrect quotes or anything i was just improvising 😆)

These are straight up CORRECT quotes XDDD

Ohhhh my god, i love all of these. Poppy and Smartass are especially cracking me up XDD Poppy trying to help Smarty and Greasy talk to women? (*cough* or Smartass and Greasy both trying to charm her *cough*). Poppy being these guys' desk lady and taking calls for them, and Smartass listening in because he isn't used to not being in charge of the phone. SmARTASS THINKING POPPY IS THE BEST PERSON TO ASK TO HIDE A DEAD BODY 😭😭😭😭

And of course, Shiny stirring things up among the weasels XDDD girl's just sipping at her coffee watching Psycho and Stupid brawl. She ain't gonna fix this mess.

I now need Smartass dog sitting for Kitty. Please. You must understand, this is a must.

[heirofhermes]

NAME    ⎯⎯   Sebastián Andrés Atehortúa

MEANING    ⎯⎯    Sebastián comes from the greek σεβάζω (sebázo) which means to honor or to revere. Some sources claim it to mean "the honored one".

Andrés also comes from the greek ανδρός  (andrós), which means 'man'. It's often associated with virility and strength.

Atehortúa is a last name that comes from northern spain, brought to latinamerica in the 1600s. It means 'from the earth'.

aka    ⎯⎯    'Hierophant of the new flame' is the title he gives himself in the Order of Hermes. Most people call him Seb or Sebas for short.

one photo of your muse you like  ⎯⎯

(I'm adding 2 because these are the 2 FCs I use)

three headcanons    ⎯⎯

Bears are his favorite animal, and he has bear-themed everything. From notebooks to keychains. Even in his adult years, he is shameless when it comes to showing up for a meeting with coffee in his teddy bear mug.

As someone who grew up in Mexico, he is a lover of spicy food and the levels of hot sauce he can endure are off the charts. He has a small reputation in the Order for this very reason, and they joke that all the spicy food is the reason why he's so good with fire magic.

He suffers from anxiety, product of trauma and the impossible expectations he places on himself. Music helps him a little, and because of it he is trying to learn how to play the guitar.

three things your muse likes doing in their free time    ⎯⎯

Reading. And not just novels. Sebas is the kind of nerd who reads history books for fun.

Dancing. While it's not something he does often, he is known to go clubbing with friends just to cut loose. He is particularly good at merengue and salsa.

Coffee with friends. What could be better than hanging out with his loved ones to share gossip, stories and disconnect from the world a little bit?

a phobia your muse has    ⎯⎯

Failure. Nothing scares Sebastián more than the idea that he is going to fail in achieving his goals, that he will never live up to his own expectations. He's meant for greatness, he knows this, but what if he never is good enough?

one thing your muse regrets    ⎯⎯

Not being able to save his mentor. The events of his teenage years scarred him deeply, especially the death of the man who taught him magic. If he had been strong enough, smart enough, maybe he could've saved him...

people your character likes  /  loves    ⎯⎯

In his default state, Sebas' favorite person is his best friend, Sean Ravens. Another mage, although this one is a technomancer, who he met during his first semester in college.

From his interactions on tumblr, some of his favorite people are: Ian (from @voxvulgi), Galeb (from @thejadedking), Toby (from @soncfthewitch), Claudia (from @legaciestold) and Brennan (from @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks)

tagged by: @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

tagging: everyone under the sun, especially the ones I just mentioned above. But special mention to @caracarnn