#dancing queeeeeen~

[ffverr]

Listening to ABBA, drawing lesbians. All is well

[anamelessfool]

12 Year Old Copia, 1988. Name his rat. (I picked Ratthias)

I want to do more domestic lore drawings, send me an ask to give me some ideas!

Plus Bonus Copia & Family Excerpt after the cut!

1986

Primo was usually in good spirits, whether tending to the Ministry gardens or to the needs of his younger brothers. There were some days, however, especially if it had rained for several days before, that the entire clergy could feel Primo’s heart fall. Primo had always been a go-getter and an upstanding member of the community since his return as an adult over a decade prior. But there was always something eating at him. Some mud that, no matter how hard he dug or clawed, would slowly sink him down into a pit of despair.

It was April, and after a long string of rainy days. Nihil’s two remaining sons and little Copia sat in the common room, winding down from an uneventful day with an equally uneventful evening. Copia observed Primo from his place coloring in a sketchbook on the carpet. Primo was lying on the couch and staring upwards, glassy eyed, a hand across his chest. Lost in thought. The darkness in his heart once again dragging him down.

Copia jogged over to Secundo who was smoking and reading at his favorite bench at the window. The boy tugged at Secundo’s sleeve, frowning and huffing.

“Use your words, Copia,” muttered Secundo.

Copia shook his head and gestured over to Primo slumped on the couch. He flapped his arms. “Can't. Ruin the surprise,” the boy whispered. “Do the thing. Come on. Please.”

Secundo glanced at his older brother and grunted, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the piano, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the top. He stretched his fingers and began to play a sad, remorseful song, Beethoven’s Für Elise. The most Secundo ever moved or emoted was as he played a piece— swaying his body, hunching his shoulders, softening his eyebrows. Primo sighed as the melody dragged across the air, filling the space like a gathering raincloud. Copia shifted into position near Primo, his eyes darting over to his other brother, waiting for the cue.

At some point the tempo imperceptibly increased, the music now a different complexity… a shimmering, iconic disco tune. Copia marched out to face Primo, waving his arms, scream-singing at the top of his lungs.

“ DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Copia twirled around on his toe landing into a comical knee bend that was only possible for youngsters. He waved his arms around, staring into Primo, pointing his finger at his adoptive brother. “ You can daaaance! You can jiii-ive! Having the time of your liiiiiife ooh-oooh-ooh!”

Primo stared at him, his eyes still tired and hollow. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“See that giiiirl! Watch that scene! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEN!” The boy Copia wiggled his hips and nearly crabwalked across the rug.

As if tugged by a string Primo’s lips jerked into a small smile. He struggled with his face but his expression at last expanded into a full grin. Copia grinned back, jumping into his arms. “You're absolutely ridiculous—oof!” said Primo, bringing his arms around the boy. “You're getting too big to be in my lap these days.”

Copia rested his head on Primo’s shoulder, bringing his arm around him. “Nuh-uh.” He looked over to Secundo, who had relaxed Dancing Queen into a sarcastically soft piano bar improvisation.

“And how are your lessons going?” Primo asked Copia. Secundo caught his eye and stoically nodded his approval.

“Good,” said Copia. “Secundo says if you can change any sad song into Dancing Queen, you're a pretty good musician.”

Primo kissed the top of the boy’s head, patting his shoulder. “I suppose that's the right attitude.”

Copia watched his adoptive brother’s smile fade into a wistful expression, the clouds in his eyes falling away, at least for a little while.

My Fic List

@historian-crown @riptide-kid @monkberryghouldelight @in-cardi-c-we-thrust

[jam-pots]

Dancing queeeeeen young and sweet only siiixteeen (shhh this is totally how the song goes you're crazy if you think otherwise)

[18shadesofmay]

sab 2006 wale suno:

you are the DANCING QUEEEEEEN

YOUNG AND SWEEEEEEET

OOOONLY SEVENTEEEEEEEN

*aggressive piano*

[iceeericeee]

YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN

YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY

SEVENTEEEEEEEEEN

DANCING QUEEEEEEN

FEEL THE BEAT FROM THE TAMBOURIIIIIIIIINNE

OH YEAH

[ladydarkey]

Results of the 1. Semifinal:

Croatia: absolute feverdream

Moldova: magic flute dwarf

Switzerland: typical Radioact

Finland: an escaping frog on fire 🐸🌋 (my favorite act of the Semifinal)

Czechia: girl power

Israel: hot dance and unicorn

Portugal: don't know why they got voted

Sweden: Loreen

Serbia: HIM watched too much Mecha-animes

Norway: QUEEEEEEN

First Semifinal today!!!!

[robobarbie]

who can dance? who can jive? who is having the time of their lives?

two2 -- except not really and he has crippling social anxiety and two left feet

[melodyofthevoid]

U CAN DAAAANCE

U CAN JIIIIIVE

HAVIN TEH TIME OF UR LIFE….

OOOOOOH SEE THAT GURL

SOMETHING SCENE

DIGGING TEH DANCIN KWEEN

[starlitheaven]

me listening to my fic playlists instead of working on said fic

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Idk if Tim stops being 17 then he can't be a dancing queen anymore

excellent point!!

@dc don’t let tim stop being 17 he needs to be the dancing queen for eternity ok it’s the only thing he has left

[420nb69]

happy birthday tubbo :)

[hangingfromapses]

So after the bobonic plague a style of art was produced, called Danse Macabre that featured strong themes of death. And most notably dancing skeletons, so quick question...why aren't we doing that for this pandemic? Where's my Danse Corona art cause I mean

Look at these fellas, they're bopping. Petition to make more bopping Corona art to raise moral.

[fleetwoodfoxart]

There he is. The queerest cowboy in the entire wildwest.

[honeyhoney]

people dancing at a free love hippie retreat

[morrita-carvajal]

Queen of TikTok and queen of dance moves

[maozia1995]