#have a good day with just dance

[karis17love]

Have an amazing day, guys!💜

Just Dance 2025E Premiere ↓

Overall left: 61 days

[srslyarts]

HAPPY (belated) 33rd ANNIVERSARY TO MY FAV BOOK EVER 💖💖

I was hoping to finish thing on time but alas. Anyway! This time I wanted to draw the various version from covers I have! If you’re curious which one is which, here’s the little info ^^

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

[front-facing-pokemon]

[navree]

"rhaenys could have ended the war by dracarysing all the greens right there" yes because a distant relation to the throne deciding to barbecue an anointed and publicly positively hailed king and his entire family who is well loved within the city and in multiple other parts of the country for the sake of the succession of a far-away princess no one was ever on board with who hasn't been seen by the populace in literal years, her psycho husband, her three obvious bastards, and two toddlers from the psycho husband would go over super well with westeros and especially in king's landing where scores of the still-cheering population were killed for no reason by that same dragon who would do the barbecuing, because when targaryens act unilaterally without thinking of how the people would react there's never any problem, which is why the storming of the dragonpit and robert's rebellion were actually just collective delusions dreamed up by readers who hate rhaenyra and not key parts of the story and house targaryen's history that directly contributed to their demise and are intrinsic to the plot

truly team black stans are made up of only the most genius and media literate amongst us

[ovenproofowl]

OKAY OKAY but the way Louis is split in two with both Claudia and Lestat trying to vie for his attention, for his love, but Claudia is able to jump into his mind, to ask him to come with her without Lestat hearing, and that’s the moment Lestat calls him Lou, because he sees him looking towards her and he has no idea what she’s telling him but he knows he’s losing him to her. And how that desperation immediately turns to rage, to blame, to accusation. By turning them both, he’s turned them both against him, he can’t read them, can’t understand them as deeply as they understand each other, and it’s only when Claudia says out loud so he can hear exactly what she wants him to: Come with me. Let’s be vampires worthy of your love. That he truly snaps.

Lestat knows he’s lost. Has known it for all the time Louis had spent searching restlessly for Claudia’s mind.

And the conclusion to this rage, with Lestat and Louis flown out far into the sky, so far away that Lestat hopes no other mind can reach Louis’. So that Claudia can’t hear. So that they’re truly alone. And he finally admits just how deeply his love for Louis reaches, and just how fine a thread he’s been clinging to coming to terms with the fact that perhaps Louis doesn’t love him, may never have loved him, in the way that he loves him.

And yet even in that moment with Louis half drained and gasping the frigid thin air, with Lestat begging him to just admit it, that he doesn’t love him, Louis... doesn’t. Instead he says let go of me. And I wonder, perhaps, what Lestat hears in that, what those words connote for him. Is Louis only asking to be put down, or is he asking Lestat to let go of this obsession with him? That change in Lestat’s eyes, the bitterness of not getting a solid answer but still coming to some sort of conclusion sells it for him. So, when he drops Louis, it’s as performative as any other gesture.

He may want Louis to feel that he is done with him, but that will never be true.

[aviisick13]

With and without the glasses

[fatuismooches]

hi again. i ask this every time, but how’s your day been? i hope it’s been well. don’t forget to stay hydrated and take a break whenever you need too.

i have a scenario for pantalone this time

i saw in a previous ask that pantalone and darling would dance at formal events, so it had me thinking

i have severe social anxiety, so i wouldn’t be able to do it with the eyes of a lot of people on me but pantalone, being a very good husband, knows this and knows just the right methods to make sure i feel safe and comfy

he just makes me so giddy and i love him so much. (he gives me the princess treatment)

— (🍊) anon

(x) Pantalone would never force you to do something you're uncomfortable with. You don't even need to go to the events if you don't want to. His only wish is that he could stay home with you too - in all honesty, he dreads such societal gatherings but after dealing with them for so long, he's forced himself to like it. You often get to hold him after such events as he finally gets to put his smile away.

On the days when you do attend with Pantalone, he'll do his best to make sure you're okay. Arm linked around yours as you two traverse the room, most people who try to talk more than casual formalities with him get politely and skillfully dismissed. Any conversations that get too overwhelming for you are quickly wrapped up by him. When it's time for the dancing, he will have pulled you away to another empty room where the music can still faintly be heard, so just the two of you can dance, away from prying eyes. Quite a few notice his disappearance but it doesn't matter much to him. He prefers it this way - as much as he likes to show you off, he'd much rather be the only witness to your beauty during moments like these.

Of course, if anyone tries to start something, he is more than ready to give them a few eloquently disrespectful words so they don't open their mouth again. He's spent so long having to bite his tongue in order to survive, but with his current power, he no longer needs to hold back, especially when it comes to his beloved.

[rewritingcanon]

polly, karl and yann the type to rock up to the scorbus wedding unannounced and uninvited not for support but just to gossip about everyone there 😭 yann the type to say “theyre getting married too young! nineteen, hmm. if i didnt know better id think there was some sort of scandal hmmmm 🤔” meanwhile polly is judging the shit out of everyones outfits especially scorpius and albus’ (hard because they look fabulous, she just wants to be mean) and karl is there because free food and alcohol the quality of which he knows he’ll never taste again (he probably gets too wasted and tries to kiss yann). meanwhile rose on her knees to albus trying to do damage control. she swears she swearsssss she didnt invite them, she didnt know they would come (she absolutely did).

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[karis17love]

Have a nice day, guys!💙

Just Dance 2025E Premiere ↓

Overall left: 53 days

[theloveinc]

(warning: gn, pick your own relationship context, mild dubcon, voyeurism ig, you say “jesus”)

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Dabi absolutely does not give any fucks if, and when (because there most definitely is a when), you catch him jacking off. 

You enter your room because you’re meaning to grab a hairbrush; fling the door open because of course you do, not hesitating to strut right in after that because, of course, why would you? 

You think nothing of the process. Even less, if possible, of the man laying on your bed, because there is usually a man in your bed (the same one), both ignoring you and consuming you at the very same time. It is normal by now to find him buried in your space, often entertained alone though more delighted when bothering you... and today, you think, will be no exception. 

He starts by greeting you, saying “hey” with a rasp that slices through his words quite cleanly. 

You glance, catching sight of his cheeks and forehead, what little of the skin left there that is unscarred and tan, now tinged dark and damp with the thinnest brushings of sweat. Further down, you find that his legs lay bare, spread, and—

“Oh my god, Touya,” you hiss, immediately shielding your face from the sight of even more proudly splayed thighs, half-covered with a sheet you only wish you could be thankful for if it weren’t drawing attention to a steady, stroking motion right where you know his cock usually hangs. “Jesus, have some shame.” 

The fingers over your eyes helps, but they don’t cover everything as you still catch his grin stretching like that of a cat’s, the movement of his hand not ceasing for even a second... nor silencing. 

“Don’t mind me, hon,” he rasps again, watching through lazy blinks as you try to resume your journey, now slow and stumbling, to the pile of hair care items on your side of the dresser. 

“I’ll mind you when you’re dead.”

“Yeah,” he groans, and though you can’t exactly see the expression he makes, you can hear the shift of his body, the whap! of his phone falling onto the mattress, and the slap of his hand against his loins, the sounds getting tighter, steadier, faster. “Say that again for me, quick, baby, will ya?” 

And you throw the hairbrush right at him. 

-

“What were you even looking at earlier?” you ask later. “Better’ve been worth soiling my blankets for.”

“You.”

“No, on your phone,” you clamber into bed finally, ignoring the wadded up tissues by his pillow and the way he immediately dips a hand into the back of your underwear when you fall beside him. 

“You,” he says again, that evil grin returning. “Took a pic of your ass in those—”

“Touya!” 

And he erupts in laughter. 

[feeling--pink]

I absolutely adore My Sweet Ride because 50s outfits are everything to me so here’s some dancing because fun!!! :)

[twilightarcade]

if I was a character I would've gotten non binary headcannoned so hard

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 25 / 31 * THE HONEYMOONERS 」

[Date Unknown] 1985A Timeline

Five…six…seven…

Thunder booms, rattling Heaven and Earth with its might. Count the seconds between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder and it'll tell you how far away the storm is.

Two miles, maybe.

It feels like it's right on top of them.

The ground shakes beneath them, rattling her bones so hard she can feel it in her teeth, and rather than run for cover, she turns to George sitting on the grass beside her, pressed up against a rock, and nestles closer.

“It feels like every time we try and do something, there’s a terrible storm.” Lorraine smiles, but it never reaches her eyes. “Our first dance, our honeymoon—don’t you remember?”

Sighing, Lorraine closes her eyes, losing herself to the grainy film reel of memory rolling behind her eyes. Even soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging awkwardly to him, George was a vision—a dream—and his almost pathetic wet puppy-dog expression made her heart soar. “By the time we got to the hotel, we were soaked. You nearly walked into the door; you couldn’t see anything with your hair in your eyes like that! I had to keep brushing your bangs out of your eyes while you carried our bags.”

George smiles, indulging the trip down memory lane with a gentle squeeze to her hand. He’s cold again, Lorraine thinks distantly—he’s been terribly cold lately, as if the sun has refused to touch him, angry with him for some perceived slight against it—but that doesn’t bother her.

She’ll keep warm enough for both of them. Light that fire in her chest and her stomach and stoke it until he leaches every ounce of warmth through her fingers for himself and his cheeks glow with it.

It’s all for him, anyway.

“That was one of the happiest nights of my life. I can’t believe you thought you ruined it just because of a storm. ‘We must be cursed, Lorraine,’ you told me, and I thought that was one of the most ridiculous things I'd ever heard. Even more ridiculous than when you told me about Darth Vader.”

“But that—”

“Really happened, I know. I believed you.”

“Eventually.”

“Eventually.” Lorraine chokes on the laugh she tries to force out. The first drops of rain pelt her cheeks and she uses her free hand to furiously wipe them away, ignoring the stinging sensation on her skin.

“We should go inside—the storm’s coming. You’ll get soaked.”

Lorraine shakes her head furiously, squeezing George’s hand so tight her nails bite deep into her palms, drawing blood. The wind sighs as it whips her messy hair around her head, knowing there is no changing her mind.

“I don’t care about the rain. I like sitting out here with you. It’ll be just like all the other times, won’t it, George?”

Just like all the other times.

Just like last time.

A second wave of burning rain bites at her cheeks and George lets go of her hand to gently drag his thumb across her cheek. Lorraine chokes back another sob, her shoulders trembling with the effort it takes to keep herself composed.

Her cheeks are still burning. The earth smells like petrichor.

The next crack of thunder shatters her composure, leaving her ears ringing. Lorraine’s shaky fingers fumble at her pocket as she curls her fingers around the crystal clear flame protected within, sloshing around in its container.

George never did get wet when it rained.

[wizardiest-wizard-of-oz]

help I have an audition in 19 days and my song is ready and I'm working on my monologue (I've barely looked at it it's getting there) but I just found out there's a dance call and I'm freaking out my dance abilities are... questionable (I've been doing it on and off since I was 3 I can dance well if I know the choreography but I'm really bad at picking up choreography quickly) please help I need it my plan is to start learning a lot of choreography the week before my audition but I genuinely don't know how difficult it'll be in the audition (I should be fine I know there are other people in the company with little to no dance experience and I have a lot but I'm freaking out)