#dance scenes

[hallowgracie]

Dancing with the Wolf

The following is an excerpt from my fairytale-inspired space opera, Crystal Magic. It's been a while since I last worked on it, but I've been feeling some recent inspiration. I really liked this scene, so I thought I'd share it with you. I hope you enjoy!

She was drawn out of her thoughts by what felt like a little pin-prick, a little nudge from some deeper part of her mind, a tingle down her spine. She turned to see a figure approaching, a man only barely taller than her, dressed entirely in black with a golden mask that resembled a wolf somewhat. 

“Hello there.” She tilted her head as he slowed his approach. Something about him felt hauntingly familiar—but she could not place why. “You must be here for the party too.”

“I am.” The wolf’s voice was slow, stilting—as if he were struggling for words. “I couldn’t help but come over to you.”

Gwynn raised her eyebrows. “And why is that?” 

The wolf smiled—but it was a kind smile, Gwynn decided. “I saw you standing by yourself and thought a pretty girl like yourself couldn’t be left alone like that.”

He then offered her a gloved hand. “May I?”

Gwynn could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as she smiled all the same. “You may.”

The wolf led Gwynn onto the dance floor with all of the grace of a nobleman, or someone upper-class, anyway. Someone who would know all of the fancy dances that the people dancing with the Governor and her cohort would, at least. She’d simply have to follow his lead. After all, what would an innkeeper’s daughter from the Border Worlds know of such things?

Still, she had to admit that she was thrilled that such a thing was happening to her of all people!

The musicians paused for a little longer, as the dancers shuffled into the crowd and vice-versa. Even Kiana Albion had finally vanished into the crowd. Far fewer dancers now stood in the center of the ballroom, leaving Gwynn feeling exposed. 

“Don’t be nervous,” the wolf murmured. “I’ll guide you.” 

Gwynn nodded and bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. 

Then the orchestra began again. This song was slower, with more tension in the strings. A waltz, perhaps, but one with an edge that left goosebumps on Gwynn’s pale skin. Beautiful, of course, but a far cry from the previous fast-paced joyous melodies that had filled the ballroom just before. 

The wolf stayed true to his word. With a gentle yet firm grip on her hand and her waist, he guided her across the ballroom in the spins and footwork of a more elaborate dance, one that Gwynn wasn’t entirely sure she knew the name of. 

“Have you danced before?” The wolf asked as he guided her into a spin under his arm.

“Only when I was little,” Gwynn answered. “My sister and I took lessons at a ballet troupe’s studio not far from home.”

Madame Ciaravola, she remembered the name was. She’d been a student at the Aggripina Ballet School, one of the best in the system. With striking red hair, a more coppery color than the darker auburn-adjacent of Sorrel’s, she commanded attention on the stage. She’d originally come from Perrault, and had formed her troupe in attempt to bring more attention to the stories and culture of their tiny Border World by bringing their stories to life. 

“We didn’t last long in those, though,” Gwynn assured the wolf as they came back together. “My sister, she was too impatient, she could never keep still or listen for very long.”

“And what about you?”

“Oh, well, I didn’t want to do it without my sister.” Gwynn could feel her cheeks heating up again. “We were inseparable then. I wouldn’t have thought of it.”

The wolf said nothing, merely nodding to indicate that he was listening. 

“Besides, it wouldn’t have lasted long anyway,” she added. “I doubt we really had enough money to keep doing it forever.”

“I see.” The wolf had her on the back-foot, stepping back in time to the music before another spin, the two of them interlocked. “Where is your sister, then?”

“Oh, we’re not really together anymore.” Gwynn’s throat went dry. “She. . . she had her own journey to go on. One I couldn’t really follow.”

He then pulled back, and it was him moving back to the music. 

“Have we met before, sir?” Gwynn could no longer push back the nagging doubts in her mind. She had thought it to be nervousness or anxiety about being in the center of the ballroom like this. But there was something else to it, too. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

“I’m no sir,” he laughed. “I’d rather you never called me that again.”

“Right.” Gwynn bit her lip again.

“You shouldn’t do that,” the wolf chided. “I’d hate for a pretty girl such as yourself to get hurt.” 

“You haven’t answered my question.” Her voice dropped, cold as the snows she had left behind.

“I haven’t,” he agreed, and he lifted his arm again for her to spin under. “But I had hoped to avoid the unpleasantness for at least another song.”

“The unpleasantness?” Gwynn’s mind was whirring as she faced him again, her hand in his, the other on her waist. A chill went down her spine. “Versailles!”

He pulled her into a dip, and his grin seemed all the more wolfish as he looked down at her. “I’ve been looking for you, Gwyneira.”

[unexpectedyarns]

Even more amazing when you know that Catherine Zeta-Jones was up to 5 months pregnant while filming this movie

BEST DANCING PER YEAR (as voted by my followers) ↳ 2002: Chicago

Rob Marshall - choreographer John DeLuca - choreography supervisor Denise Faye, Michelle Johnston - assistant choreographers Joey Pizzi - associate choreographer Cynthia Onrubia - associate choreographer + tap step creator ~ inspired by the choreography of Bob Fosse ~

[notherpuppet]

I want vaggie to confront alastor’s manipulative ass about Charlie’s deal and I hope it’s a musical number 😩🙏🏽

[mercuryflan]

“Checkmate dance”

Just them walking around after one of their adventures.

[mwagneto]

we all need to remember this tweet in these trying times

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Movie Mike got mixed signals from Vanessa..

[harveyguillensource]

Harvey showing off his belly dancing bona fides on the WWDITS set.

[endlessbittersweetdreams]

"The Umbrella Academy," Dance Scenes

Yup! I'm a fan of "The Umbrella Academy." (My favorite is Klaus.) I'm just posting these because I love a good dance scene. It's so hard to choose a favorite one. I guess for me, it would be a tie between season 1 ("I Think We're Alone Now") and season 3 ("Footloose").

For some reason, I couldn't find an English version of the second clip on YouTube. Don't watch these if you don't want to be spoiled.

[laurrelise]

unfortunately it has been decided that this is one of the funniest scenes in the show, sorry i don’t make the rules

diego’s hand slowly bringing the knife into frame? peak comedy

luther’s “what the- put the knife away” literally never fails to make me laugh

don’t even get me started on klaus’ damn condoms

[kenchann]

some silly book 7 doodles that i looooved so much

[tenthmuseondine]

“Give me the sword, Kingslayer.”

“Oh, I will.”

[elliot-amy]

Tim Curry in behind the scenes photos from It (1990)

[cak31ssuperi04]

Barbie protagonists but make it My Scene

[areawest]

My favourite moments from Goncharov (1973).

[karis17love]

The way all those costumes and drawings are so fricking beautiful, they really look so much better now

LOOK AT MY ICONS

Awww, such a beautiful smile

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[mwagneto]

fascinated by just how much marvel movies (and shows) managed to perfect the formula of making 2 male characters Just gay enough that the fans who want that will go UMMM IT'S NOT BAIT THEY'RE LITERALLY GAY LOOK!!!! but not too gay that homophobes even pick up on there being any subtext let alone get mad. extremely insidious form of bait. obvious examples being fatws and loki and more recently deadpool 3 and now venom 3