#fandance

[xomattfinish]

Did I plan on buying a pair of Burlesque Legend Kiva’s feather fans today? No. But did I buy them and then immediately go back to my hotel and choreograph a new act around them? Yes. @xo.mattfinish #MrExoticWorld2015 #AZ #burlesque #FanDance https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp82mn9PMYA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eciore]

[malachitegrey]

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Try these simple strategies to keep symptoms under control:

Increase exposure to sex pollen triggers by joining the Spring Is Here! High Pollen Count event on discord, where all fanworks are welcome and the only rule is "sex pollen!"

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When these remedies are not enough, contact local health authorities @adverbian, @malachitegrey, @voluptatiscausa, and @vulvnerable or read the fine print below

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FAQ:

1. What are the rules?

Be chill, tag appropriately.

2. How does this work?

Sign up for a posting date, and when that day comes post a sex pollen fanwork and add it the AO3 collection. Yes, that's really it!

3. Does it have to be pollen?

Not at all my dear! Anything that can be classified as "outside substance compels you to do something" is welcome.

4. Does it have to be explicit?

No my darling honeypie! This is an 18+ only event due to the whole. Sex Pollen. Thing. BUT, you want cuddle pollen? A love potion? Wanna write just the aftermath? That's all good! "Foreign substance changes intimacy levels" is the brief.

5. Does it have to be a fic?

No, lambkins. Art is also very welcome here. You can also do collabs at will! Pair up with a writer/artist! Triple up! Quadruple up!

6. I...need a prompt

Well good news me fine jacksauce we have a prompts doc!

7. Is there a minimum or maximum word count?

No! Go to town! Or just to the corner. Whatever. We're not cops.

8. I still have questions

@ a mod babe!

9. Why are you calling me pet names in the FAQ?

Why don't you like it 🥺

10. I mean it's fine it's just not very professional

If you're looking for professional you're in the wrong server/event sugartits!

Here's the discord link again as a reward for reading to the end! Pollen away!

[audiovisualworksph]

[zathalen]

The ethereal fan dancer #fan #fandancer #💃 #ethereal #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammercommunity #warhammerpainting #warhammer40000 #warhammer_40k #warhammerminiatures #miniaturepainting #warhammercommunity #warhammerpainting #warhammer40000painting #midjourneyart #midjourneyai #midjourneyartwork #ai_artist #aiartists #badassart #happiness #dndcharacterart #dndart #dndminiatures #dnd #dnd5ed #fantasyart #fantasy #fantasyillustration #fantasygoth #fantasyartwork https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp6GpWwuGdK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[missterious-figure]

Soooo I caved in pretty hard when it came to your wine and feathers au (I adore them all! Just so so cute!!) 😭 I surprisingly had the perfect little bird to use and sketch designs of! (Also note I don't know how to draw birds... yeahhhh)

So here they are!! (with different color varieties) they are inspired by the Indian Fantail pigeon so they are a little lady OH! They also go by she/they! I currently do not have a name for her just yet. Anyways despite her "professional" appearances she is a motherly sweetheart she adores children and loves being a fandancer, at her old job (which will be redacted) she tended to children and wishes to have some of her own day. She was removed from her job due to certain complications regarding her species and now resides at the casino as a performer! (very original) Also last little note as much as I love the brothers and favor them HEAVILY, I love cowboys more! 🫶 so I wanna ship them with Toby so badlyyyyyy he needs more love too! So names recommendations would be lovely! And that's it! Have a great day/night! Thanks for reading my little dabble.

Whoa. Whoa! WHOA!!! PRETTY!!!! Love the design and story!! Such BEAUTIFUL color schemes, too!! Hope this doesn't come off rude, but I think I like brown and green one best! Not saying the other isn't gorgeous, but I'm just a sucker for brown+green palettes!! Just look at Toby!

Speaking of Toby, you can ship your oc with him! I love seeing other people's headcanons for these birb goobers!!! (anybody is allowed to ship their ocs with any of the silly peacock boys. Including one I'm working on rn...)

(Sorry I've been so slow lately)

[drrubinspomade]

#fandance

STILL ROCKIN’.

We post glorious pinups like this one all day, every day, all unique! If you dig this pic we’ve found online, u should investigate the creator/subjects of the work and fan them, follow them, hire them.

If you’d like us to remove, or you know who made this so that we can credit, DM. Thanks and greetings from Los Angeles.

YOU ARE THE LIGHT

Dr Rubin’s Pomade

[blossom-hwa]

omg same anon here that requested the model soobin + designer reader that was so good aoaajddkjjjs&#@*kdj thank you ☆_☆

also i feel like i might have sent a similar ask to the following (maybe tumblr ate it) but if no one yet has straight up asked for taehyun fandancer au then plz taehyun fandancer au. and/or any other txt members in the same au if you want (no pressure to again though it's ok !!!)

I am so late...it's fine it's fine it's fine LMAO anyway idk if anyone is still looking for their drabbles from the summertime fest, but I'm trying to do them now - hope y'all enjoy :)

this is an excerpt from a fic idea I'm trying to flesh out; it might be a little confusing but here's the gist - fan dancer mc is trying to hide soobin, the missing crown prince, from those who want to kill him, and in the meantime taehyun is trying to court them and mc desperately wants to say yes but can't because caring for soobin is first priority (they promised a friend). horrible dilemmas I feel for mc so bad (I want taehyun too </3)

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS CLOSED!

~

Title: In the Eyes of the Night

Pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: slight angst, fan dancer!mc and nobility!Taehyun

Warnings: mentions of blood

~

Once backstage you nearly fall onto one of the benches behind the gauzy curtains that frame the dais, dropping your fans and gingerly taking off first your shoes, then the wrappings around your feet. They come away sweaty and smelly, which is only to be expected, but a pained hiss escapes your lips as you peel cloth off the blisters that burst during your time on the stage, leaving stains of yellow and red on the fabric.

Your stomach drops. It's not as if you had expected anything less, not after what happened last night, but seeing the mess of blood and pus in the light somehow makes it all worse.

"Need some help?" Juyeon's deep voice sounds overhead. You meet his concerned smile with a wry grimace of your own. "Don't worry about me," you reply, already grabbing one of the clean towels nearby. "Your performance is next, right? You should go prepare. I'll be fine."

His eyes flicker over to the clock on the wall and a grimace of his own passes over his lips as he registers how little time he has left. "I'll send someone with water," he promises. "Clean your feet properly."

"Thanks, Juyeon. I'll be fine," you reassure him, even as the stinging pain threatens to bring tears to your eyes. "It's just a few blisters."

Juyeon disappears into the gauzy curtains, and you take the moment alone to stretch your feet onto the bench. Stars above, your legs ache something awful. Normally you would just attribute this to the endless cycle of performance and practice, but all that running around yesterday took everything out of you. The adrenaline of the chase, the fear that you would be caught, captured - or even worse, that the prince you were hiding would be seen -

Not for the first time, you curse your friend in the shadows for saddling you with the responsibility of a missing prince. How do you hide a prince in your own tiny room? How do you keep him out of sight but still get him food, get him water, get him the basic things he needs to survive? She didn't tell you anything when she dumped him on you, didn't tell you anything except that he was the prince who the royal family had declared missing and that you needed to hide him or else people would kill him. 

You're not an assassin. You're nothing special, not like she is. You can't use a knife. You can't wield a sword. You're just a fan dancer and nothing else and the responsibility of a prince is going to kill you, if it doesn't kill him first.

Ugh. You rest a hand on your heart, forcing deep breaths. "Everything is fine," you mutter to yourself, as though saying it aloud will make it true. It is true, in a way. Your prince wasn't seen last night, for all the danger you were in. He wasn't captured. He wasn't killed. You were able to distract those who would hunt him, even if your bare feet and legs took more cuts than you were used to on the sharp stones outside. Even if it took all of your remaining energy not to collapse in a heap of silk and fans onstage. 

Gahyeon comes running over with a small basin of cold water. You thank her, brush her away when she offers to help, and begin cleaning up the mess of blood on your stinking feet. As soon as it's all cleared away and you've wrapped the open sores in clean bandages, you force yourself to stand and limp to your room. With every step, pain hisses up your legs, but you make it there in the end. 

You tap the door slightly, knocking once, twice, three times in a pattern to announce your presence. When a few knocks sound in return, you slide it open and step inside, closing it quickly behind you. 

Soobin sits in the corner of the room, looking small and hunched over for all his height. His eyes are dull, despondent. "Hello," he mumbles. 

All of your previous curses about the responsibility of a prince melt away, replaced by pity in the face of the crown prince's misery. "Hello, Your Highness," you murmur respectfully. "Are you well?"

"I'm fine," he replies quickly, which is how you know he isn't. "Are your feet alright?"

"Just a few cuts and blisters." You smile a little, trudging over to the small mirror set on one of the walls. "I'll survive."

"...I'm so sorry."

"There is no need to be," you respond firmly, turning around from touching up your makeup. "You are my prince and I swore an oath to our friend in the shadows to keep you safe. If I have to bear some pain in my feet for it, no matter. I'm a dancer, anyway." You smile at him. "I'm used to it."

He doesn't look convinced, but he doesn't try to apologize again, so you count that as a win. "You said someone helped you last night," he says, changing the subject.

Your eyebrows furrow. "Yes," you reply lowly, unwanted memories rushing back of shadows and snarls and blades flashing in the moonlight - and above all, one familiar voice shouting for you to run as his sword slashed down, starlight shimmering on the metal. 

Your heart skips a beat. Taehyun Kang. In the moment, when you couldn't breathe and couldn't think, you couldn't believe it was him. But you've replayed those seconds over and over in your mind, and there's no question anymore. Taehyun of the family Kang, one of the middle nobility who frequents your performances and has been trying to court your interest for almost two months...

He saved you. And you can't even thank him, because he didn't see your face, and you can't reveal that that was you. 

"Did you see who they were?" Soobin asks. 

You wipe your fingers on a towel by the mirror, eyes carefully downcast. "No," you reply, and truth be told, you're not sure why you lie. Maybe because you want to keep this moment to yourself. Maybe because deep down, you aren't sure it was really him. 

Maybe because you don't want to acknowledge how hard this makes everything, knowing that you owe Taehyun your life when all he professes to want is your love - and you can't even give him that, however you might want to, for fear that your duty to a missing prince will come to light and all your shadow friend's carefully-laid plans will be ruined.

"I must go now," you say, turning back around. A pair of soft slippers waits by your door and you slip them over your bandaged feet, wincing. You cast the missing prince a soft smile. "I'll be back later, with some food and water."

Soobin nods. He looks exhausted. "Thank you."

With a final smile, you slip out of the room and step lightly down the halls, forcing yourself not to limp the entire way. 

. . .

Back in the crowded main hall, Jinyoung waves you over the second you step in his direction. "Can you take the section in the corner?" he asks, gesturing to an area close to the stage. 

For the second damn time that evening, your heart skips a beat. Because before you even look over, you know who will be in that section. At least who will be taking one of the tables there. 

Taehyun. 

"Of course," you say anyway, because while Taehyun's stare may be unrelenting, he's never disrespectful - in fact, it's cute when his friends tease him for his never-ending stare and his cheeks tint with more blush than you can attribute to the alcohol. And you can't lie - you like seeing him. You like being around him. He makes you feel comfortable in a way few other men have, and even if he's been clear with his intentions, he's never forced you to make an answer to him, only greeted you with kindness and care. 

Gods above, your heart aches to finally say yes to one of his offers - to buy you a drink, to take you for a meal, to walk with you on the shoreline under the night sky. How could you not, when those sparkling eyes shine at you with all the grace and care in the world? But you can't sacrifice your duty to a missing prince for even a few nights spent in Taehyun's arms - it's too dangerous, with your friend in the shadows gone. Until she returns, and who knows when that will be, you must stay put.

A wry smile curls your lips. Stars, it would be so much easier if he were less easy to fall for. 

Someone hands you a tray of drinks, and you begin to make your way through the chaos. The first group that waves you over isn’t his. It’s a rowdy group of sailors who laugh a little too much and talk a little too loudly, but they’re harmless as they thank you for the several glasses of alcohol that you pour out on their table. The second group isn’t his either, nor the third, nor the fourth. Slowly, you wade through the chaos, flashing a pretty smile at everyone who deigns to meet your eye, filling orders as fast as you can until you find yourself near the stage. 

The music is louder here, and it slowly thrums its way through your body, settling your heart. Beomgyu is dancing now and you allow your eyes to meet his once, an encouraging smile on your lips just before you turn to serve the table to your right. Then you turn to the left. 

Taehyun's small group is a friendly sight to your eyes. Your smile grows a little as you pour out their usual drinks, laughing and bantering as they thank you. By the time you've reached Taehyun, who is on the other side of the table, you feel somewhat better. 

"Good evening, my lord." You smile softly, taking in the empty glass before him. "Would you like your usual?"

"No, Y/N, I'll be fine for tonight." His voice, soft-spoken as always and so different from the commanding shout that rang through the air last night, fusing you with the energy and adrenaline to run. And all of a sudden you're back in that moment, under the dark sky, cornered, feet bleeding, breath sharp and fast with panic...

"Y/N?"

You force yourself to breathe. To come back to earth. You dig your foot into one of the floorboards and the pain that flares from one of the blisters forces you to focus. "I apologize," you say quietly, ignoring the strange look that Taehyun is giving you now. He can't know. He won't know -

"You're limping."

His words pierce through the fog of your thoughts, hitting your ears with a startling precision.

You’re limping. 

You straighten immediately, ignoring how the pain in your feet flares when you do. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re limping,” he repeats, and one glance at him is all you need to know that you didn’t convince him at all. The dark eyes that stare at you with so much intensity fall down to the floor where your feet stand, hidden beneath your robes. When he looks back up, only gentle concern floats in his magnetic irises. “Are you all right?”

Something in his voice almost makes you tell the truth, that no, you aren’t quite fine, you probably shouldn’t have danced today but you had no choice when the only other option was to explain where all the sores in your feet came from - and for a moment, you almost feel tears well up in your eyes. What is it with him, this noble with eyes as intense as his voice can be gentle, this son of a lord who has never once taken his eyes from you but always manages to stare with a respectful distance, never once making you feel like something less than human? 

Why is he so perfect, and why is it that for all he wants you, you can't have him?

But training kicks in, the easy, bland smile lifting the corners of your lips as your exchange begins to catch the attention of the rest of his friends. Just in time, really, though there is still a little ache in your chest when you nod. “I’m fine,” you say. “Thank you for your concern, my lord, but I assure you I’m all right.” You turn away from their table, then, making sure not to limp on your way. 

No matter how much it kills your feet to do so.

[kikisqueaks]

The /fandance we could've had:

[festivalfrequencies]

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Flowing through the Waves of Her Brain! @dre.dance⁠

[geekbellydance]

Thank you @DuleDesignPhoto for capturing such an amazing shot at our @Setsucon Pokémon Snap performance! It was our first time shooting with #DuleDesignPhoto that weekend and it ABSOL-utely fun! Take a PIKA at their page! . . . . . #Cosplay #bellydance #cosplaybellydance #bellydancecosplay #bellydancecosplayers #geekbellydance #bellydancegeek #geekbellydancers #nerdbellydance #bellydancenerd #nerdbellydancers #cosplaydance #dancecosplay #antipode #antipodebellydance #antipodedance #antipodegeekbellydance #SSB #Setsucon #Setsucon2023 #Setsu #Pokemon #ash #pokemonsnap #pokemoncosplay #fandance #FlowDance (at Setsucon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBtCkysaP1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[avoteforme]

strike a pose- gifset shouldve ended with her sticking her leg out in that fandance

I haven’t taken anything seriously since 1918.

[noellevanious]

Hello! I want to know:

What do you want right this second?

You talked to an ex today, correct?

Who did you last call?

Who was the last person you danced with?

Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

1 hmmmm.... a nice smoothie or to go home (at work)!

2 nope! i do talk to an ex but mostly to tell them i love their art ^-^

3 last call was my friend penny when i was really breaking down emotionally... she helped a lot cause i was able to talk to her about her summer class and job stuff

4 never danced with anybody! im not much of a dancer... i do wanna mearn slowdancing or fandancing though!

5 Constantly. infatuation is a helluva drug. its partly because i love affection so much

[diario-vespertino]

V-Com: Varela Comunidades

El k-pop tendrá su lugar en la agenda cultural varelense el sábado 10 de junio desde las 13 hs. en la Biblioteca Popular Sarmiento, ubicada sobre calle Nicolás Boccuzzi en su intersección con España. “Materializo mis ganas de bailar y disfruto todos los aspectos de la danza”, señala Jimena, una de las tantas jóvenes amantes de la sonoridad que irrumpe en la escena musical desde Corea del Sur. Fefi, admiradora del género de origen asiático, considera la jornada como “una buena oportunidad para realizar lo que nos apasiona”. Una propuesta en la que habrá fandancers, cosplays, actividades lúdicas más un sitio para emprendimientos ligados a la temática. “Estamos muy agradecidos de contar con este espacio que nos brinda la Comuna para encontrarnos”, repasa “Bonnie” del grupo “Varela K-Pop”. Respecto a las expectativas sobre el evento, la joven remarca: “Que la gente pueda sentirse libre de disfrutar sus gustos y conocer a otros con los mismos intereses”. Read the full article

[asian-folk-wardrobe]

[bravesung]

❛  i’m  not  a  super  fighting  machine  .  .  .  I  just  .  .  .  know  some  techniques.  ❜  you  started  learning  when  you  were  unable  to  withstand  koji’s  attacks  anymore.  unfortunately,  fear  paralyzed  you  :  koji  was  much  taller  and  stronger,  you  worried  that  one  wrong  move  and  you’d  be  hospitalized  for  longer  than  a  night.  when  you  took  up  fandancing  as  a  hobby  ––  something  hitomi  actually  was  proud  of  ––  you  also  tried  to  teach  yourself  how  to  use  something  so  graceful  in  a  fight,  to  protect  yourself,  but,  how  would  it  prove  you  formidable,  especially  against  your  fiance?

you  blink,  sending  yourself  back  to  reality  and  capturing  rock’s  smile.  it  was  quick,  but  you  caught  a  glimpse.  despite  being  who  he  was  kin  to,  what  a  lovely  smile  he  bore.  ❛  exactly  what  did  you  hear  about  me?  actually,  let  me  guess  :   I  am  just  kazama  hitomi’s  daughter,  the  wallflower?  ❜  you  also  chuckle,  but  it  came  out  half-hearted  ––  how  true  was  it?  you  weren’t  kazama  hanamaru  to  the  elders  and  residents,  you  were  hitomi  and  taijiro’s  daughter,  you  were  hitsumura  koji’s  wife-to-be.  you  wouldn’t  even  know  your  name  if  you  had  not  written  it  down  often,  it’s  not  used  much  anymore.

❛  I  feel  like  I  need  to  do  this.  none  of  this  is  right.  ❜  wringing  your  hands  together,  you  sigh  once  more.  ❛  .  .  .  and  I  want  to  be  as  brave  as  you  are.  setting  out  to  do  this  is  not  an  easy  task,  but  you’re  going  to  need  a  support  system,  and  ––  ❜  you  were  about  to  follow  up  on  his  request,  but  was  stopped  by  the  sound  of  the  iron  gate  opening,  prompting  you  to  sharply  gasp.  ❛  my  mother’s  returned!  do  you  think  you  can  hide  for  a  moment?  ❜  nervousness  made  you  irrational,  but  a  part  of  you  theorized  that  if  rock  was  able  to  come  in  without  triggering  any  security,  then  it  would  be  doable.  without  awaiting  an  answer,  you  make  your  way  to  the  entrance.  if  rock  was  to  stay  a  little  longer,  albeit  in  hiding,  he  would  see  the  horror  of  who  and  what  you  were  about  to  marry.    

❛  I  apologize,  mom,  I  was  about  to  .  .  .!!  ❜  you  pause,  not  seeing  your  mother  in  front  of  you,  but  rather  an  angry  koji,  arms  across  his  chest  as  dark  eyes  became  a  piercing  glare.  ❛  you  embarrassed  me.  ❜  he  speaks  in  a  growl,  ❛  we  were  supposed  to  be  meeting  my  parents,  yet  I  find  you  frolicking  in  the  fucking  garden.  I  allow  you  to  have  a  goddamned  phone,  you  couldn’t  have  checked  it  after  your  dress  fitting?!  ❜  your  mouth  parts  to  open,  but  he  raises  his  hand  to  silence  you.   ❛  and  what’s  going  on  with  your  hair?  stop  putting  it  in  that  ugly  bun,  didn’t  I  tell  you  to  wear  it  down?  ❜  you  search  his  eyes  for  approval  to  respond,  but  even  when  your  mouth  opens,  no  words  would  sound.  this  made  you  be  pulled  forcefully  by  the  arm,  ❛  speak  up!  ❜  koji  ordered  you,  making  your  response  come  out  shaken.  ❛  I  .  .  .i’m  sorry  .  .  .!!  I  ––  I  lost  track  of  time  .  .  .  a-and  mom  has  my  phone  .  .  .  !!   f-far  as  my  hair  .  .  .  koji  .  .  .  y-you  know  I  do  not  like  .  .  .  w-when  it  touches  .  .  .  m-m-my  neck  .  .  .  y-you  won’t  .  .  .  let  me  cut  it  .  .  .  ❜  your  throat  constricts,  the  corners  of  your  eyes  watering.  this  did  nothing  to  soften  the  redhead,  it  actually  irritated  him  more.   ❛  firstly,  if  I  bought  that  fucking  phone  for  you,  nobody  takes  it  without  my  permission,  so  make  sure  you  get  it  back.  secondly,  no,  you’re  not  cutting  it.  I  like  your  hair  long,  so  it’s  staying  long,  got  it?!  ❜  he  did  not  wait  for  an  answer  when  he  motioned  to  remove  the  clips  and  pins  that  held  up  your  hair,  letting  it  fall  down  to  the  small  of  your  back.   ❛  wedding’s  been  changed  to  next  week.  my  parents  will  only  be  in  kyoto  long  enough  for  it,  this  was  the  only  time  that  worked  for  them.  ❜  your  heart  fell  into  the  pit  of  your  stomach  :  you  thought  you  had  time  to  mentally  and  physically  prepare.  ❛  next  week  .  .  .  ?  koji,  I  don’t  know  if  .  .  .   ❜  there  goes  his  glare  again.  ❛  did  I  ask  you  for  your  opinion?  ❜  and  once  more  you’re  silenced.  however,  he  does  let  go  of  you.  ❛  you  got  five  minutes  to  get  whatever  you  left  here  and  get  in  the  car.  don’t  make  me  get  out  a  second  time,  hanamaru.  ❜  as  you  stared  at  his  departing  back,  tears  trailed  from  your  eyes.  pressure  at  it’s  peak,  you  found  yourself  bawling,  falling  to  your  knees.       

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.   ❞  There was so much regret in his tone, maybe had he been stronger..then his father would not have been as politically powerful as he is now in the underworld. Maybe if he was a better fighter..the best thing he can do now is try to sabotage the man’s plans from the inside..taking apart that empire he built brick by brick. Then to have this beautiful and very 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 join him..no he couldn’t.

But it seems that she was…stubborn to be a part of it even if it was intelligence gathering for the moment. It made him smile..maybe he’d even chuckle a little as his mind came up with a little assumption. “You’re an heiress that’s trained how to fight and take care of yourself..different from what I’ve heard.” Both his arms were now crossed over his chest.

“Sounds to me like you want one last adventure before settling down as a wife..” It’s not that he couldn’t use the help, strong as he is this was still a dangerous operation. “Still it wouldn’t be right, taking you from here…at least without telling your family. The last thing I’d want is your mother worrying about where you’ve been, not to mention if she hires a search crew for you it’d be tough moving around.” This is simply him refusing to take a woman away from a family that loves her…or at the very least he’s just making ANOTHER assumption.