#hits the macarena

[sharky-the-idiot]

Thinking about that time when I had a dream where Devsis randomly released this huge update about Licorice Cookie's backstory in a special episode and there was this drawing he made as a kid (artistic rendition below cut)

he's funni....

[amazingdeadfish]

Why is mayor so silly🤨🎤

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: December 13, 1993

Lyrics:

I am not trying to seduce you

When I dance, they call me Macarena

And the boys, they say que soy buena

They all want me

They can't have me

So they all come and dance beside me

Move with me

Chant with me

And if you're good, I'll take you home with me

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

But don't you worry about my boyfriend

He's a boy whose name is Vitorino

I don't want him

Couldn't stand him

He was no good so I (hahahaha)

Now, come on, what was I supposed to do?

He was out of town and his two friends were so fine

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Oh-ah

Ay, ay

Ay, ay

Ay, ay

I am not trying to seduce you, ay

Macarena Macarena Macarena Macarena

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Ay, ay

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, Macarena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Oh-ah-oh

Oh

Ay

Hahahaha

Come and find me, my name is Macarena

Always at the party con las chicas que son buenas

Come join me

Dance with me

And all you fellows chant along with me

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Songwriter:

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena

Hey Macarena, ay

Antonio Romero Monge / Rafael Ruiz Perdigones

SongFacts:

👉📖

[rococo-unofficial]

Well, can you try to make it come to life? Like, take something you really want, draw it if you didn't, and try!

(OOC: You DONT have to draw anything just say he did so if you want)

"Le gasp!!! Was this all so you could get a commission??? If so then... I'll gladly do a commission!!! However!!! I must be paid for this, since I will not do work for anybody for free!!!"

[de-meerpeen]

Zweet je mal in de Zuiderzeehal

Er op uit: 'Zweet je mal in de Zuiderzeehal'

Vrijdag 22 november: Let’s rock! Met je team en iedereen die nog één laatste keer de hal wil bezoeken, rocken met de bekende hits uit de top 100 aller tijden! Bezoekers kunnen rondkijken, herinneringen ophalen en de sfeer van de hal nog één keer proeven. Neem je moment om de sporthal vaarwel te zeggen onder het genot van een drankje en spetterende live optredens van niemand minder dan Paradise en…

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Blackstreet featuring Dr. Dre and Queen Pen - No Diggity 1996

"No Diggity" is a song by American R&B group Blackstreet, released as the first single from their second studio album, Another Level (1996), featuring Dr. Dre and Queen Pen. The song reached number one in Iceland and New Zealand, as well as on the US Billboard Hot 100 where it ended "Macarena"'s 14-week reign. In the UK, it peaked at number nine. The track sold 1.6 million copies in 1996 and won the 1998 Grammy Award for Best R&B Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals. It uses samples from Bill Withers's "Grandma's Hands". Billboard magazine ranked it number 91 in their "500 Best Pop Songs of All Time" in October 2023, saying, "No song sounded like it at the time, and no song has re-captured its full effect since."

Co-producer Teddy Riley originally offered the song to his R&B group Guy as part of their short-lived reunion in 1996. After failing to record any material, he then suggested the song to Guy's lead singer Aaron Hall, who refused to take part in recording the song. He then offered the song to his other group Blackstreet. In a 2010 interview, Riley revealed the song was initially a hard sell among group members, stating; "None of the guys liked 'No Diggity'. None of them. They would even say it. That's why I'm singing the first verse. You know how they say they pushed the little one out there to see if it tastes good and see if he would get egged? Well they pushed me out there – and it became a hit."

An a capella cover of "No Diggity" was sung in the 2012 film Pitch Perfect.

"No Diggity" received a total of 82,5% yes votes!

[oneknightstand-if]

A Completely Normal Rest Stop

Update 4: Chapter 2 Part 2 - The Rest Stop

Featuring...

Merlin's Guide to Minor Enemies

A bucketload of owed texts & e-mails to the MC

Decisions of great import... just where are you sleeping in that motorhome during this Among Us game?

Shopping? Fleeing? Stalking Merlin? Chapter 2 wedding proposals? ̵S̵a̴b̷o̴t̸a̷g̵e̵ ̵t̷h̴e̶ ̷m̸o̵t̵o̴r̷h̸o̷m̷e̶/̷ Actually having a completely normal time because you sidestepped all the spooky shenanigans? (But what fun would the latter be?)

A ton of branching everywhere in the second part of this update, so try replaying again with a few different choices.

A̴ ̴C̴o̶m̴p̷l̷e̵t̷e̴l̴y̵ ̶N̴o̷r̸m̴a̶l̵ ̵G̴a̴s̸ ̶S̵t̵a̷t̷i̶o̷n̸ ̵S̴t̸o̷p̷

Nothing to see here but a completely normal gas station & convenience store at a completely normal rest stop. Moving along now.

Play the Updated Beta Test

(Since there were bugs & typos reported throughout Chapter 1 & 2, your current saves are probably going to reset to the beginning of each section of the game. If things get too wonky, you might want to try restarting from the beginning.)

*If you're getting error messages or the start screen isn't showing Version 0.22, please clear your browser's cache.

Additional Word Count (Sans Code): 200,000+

Additional Word Count (With Code): 285,000+

New Total Word Count (Sans Code): 815,000+

New Total Word Count (With Code): 1,120,000+

Average Playthrough: ~65,000+ words

Note: You can view the game code on my site the same way you do on Dashingdon just add /scenes to the end of the URL.

Next Update

Merlin's Guide to Minor Neutrals

MC may appear on TV! This might not be a good thing. And they aren't the only one, cameo appearances from a future RO

Get hit with your first mass spell of nondemonic origin

Counteract with participation in your first multiuser spell

Attempt to summon Cthulhu. Dance the macarena. Have the consequences of your own inaction potentially bite you in the arse-- I mean what?

RO #4 finally appears.

Also quick reminder that the Alpha Build of the game on Patreon updates as I complete each section, so is currently on Chapter 2-3.

Link to New Polls on the Update (Which don't auto close in a week like the Tumblr ones)

More (Fiddly) Info on the Update Behind the Spoiler Cut...

The Update Also Includes...

Added section where the devil's mark is found if you change into short sleeve clothes right before packing up to leave

Added more neutral way of deciding not to claim dibs on a past Camelot incarnation

Added more flavor text regarding the vending machine in the fencing club route

Fixed continuity bug regarding your mask while exploring the empty city

Fixed continuity bug with Adrian's text messages in the Fencing Club route (Again!)

Added Fou and Petit Cru as default names for the Arthurian lore references to the default pet names

Fixed reference to nonexistent pet at the start of the book club route (which won't be finished for awhile)

Fixed some behind-the-scenes bugs with variable incrementing

Changed brave_sir_robin & merlin_warn to numerical variable instead of true/false (might cause bugs with prior saves that triggered those flags)

Fixed a bunch of typos and smaller bugs that I've completely lost track of at this point, but pretty much guarantee every section got re-edited

[astro2astro]

Hitting a vampiric macarena in Club Crépuscule for Roswell's Just Roll With Palestine request! (I believe you're @shilo-bathory on tumblr, but correct me if I'm wrong!) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR DONATION!!!!! Please forgive the ridiculous concept, I just really wanted to use that Grefgor quote😅

If you're interested in donating to a great cause and getting some cool art in return, check out the Just Roll With Palestine event! Requests are not at all limited to JRWI content, and any amount helps :)

[rainybubbles]

"Dance with me" + 141 x reader

Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC.)

GAZ :

— Congratulations, Garrick, you whispered.

He barely heard you. Honestly, you doubted he even knew your name. Soldiers, especially those in special forces, rarely paid attention to the cooks unless they wanted an extra helping. At those times, flattery became almost a routine game.

But Kyle… Kyle had always been different.  

He was the only one who gave you a genuine smile when you served him. The only one who would chat with you, arrive early to help in the kitchen, and stay late to clean up.

Kyle had been there.  

In that endless cycle of meals, dawns, and dusks, he remained. So at the medal ceremony, you had hoped, just for once, to step into the light with him, to talk without the barrier of those ridiculous hairnets.

But Kyle was standing there, a companion on his arm, and suddenly, you felt utterly foolish.  

Where you had hoped for a slow dance, it turned out you were just tap-dancing alone.

So, after everyone else had offered their congratulations, you added your own, feeling a wave of shame wash over you, making you sweat. That knot in your stomach tightened as the lights grew blinding, every gaze seemed to pierce through you, and everything felt absurd.

You felt absurd.  

With that stupid outfit that was too tight, a tie that was too blue, shoes that were too shiny. Anxiety crept in and took hold, forcing you into an unwilling dance. Desperately, you tried to calm yourself, to find an escape, a place with fewer people. The door seemed so far away. Your vision blurred. And then…

Fresh air hit you.  

Finally outside, you sat down. Everything was swirling inside you. You wanted to cry. But you couldn’t even manage that, as your boss appeared.

— The caterer is late; get in the kitchen, we can’t ruin the evening.

So you resumed your dance: uniform, hairnet, apron, safety shoes. What you thought was a duet was clearly just a solo.  

Peeling carrots and chopping vegetables, you listened to the barked orders with the other kitchen staff.

The food was enough to satisfy everyone’s patience, and the caterer eventually arrived.

Alone, you scrubbed the floors.  

You were the only volunteer anyway. Searching for crumbs, cockroaches, or dirt, you scrubbed until your knees ached and bled.

— Aren’t you at the party?

Kyle was there. Of course.

— I was.

— Oh, I—

— Don’t worry about it. There were a lot of people, we probably just missed each other.

A lie.  

You had seen him, had even spoken to him. But to him, you hadn’t even existed.

— Yeah, I... Sorry they made you work.

— It’s fine. It’s a nice change from the usual rations.

— Yeah... I guess so.

An awkward silence fell between them, the first one they had ever shared.

— I feel like something’s off, admitted Gaz.

— Off? How do you mean?

— There’s this tension... Did I do something wrong?

No.  

You knew you couldn’t blame him; it was your own fault.

— No, nothing like that... How was the party? I mean, you’ll probably get promoted soon.

— It was nice. There was even a ball.

You knew that.  

You had gone there hoping for a dance.

— Really? Who did you dance with, Garrick?

— A childhood friend. I didn’t want to ask someone I didn’t know well.

Oh.  

So… you weren’t even considered a friend. Just an acquaintance.

— I hope they didn’t get too bored.

— They ended up in the infirmary.

— Oh, what happened?

— I… I’m a terrible dancer, and let’s just say my weight isn’t exactly light when it lands on a foot.

— You broke their foot?

— No, it’s not—

You burst out laughing.

— Stop making fun of me, he said, though he couldn’t help but smile.

— Sorry, but you can hit targets from a distance, and three steps are too much for you?

— I’m just not good at ballroom dancing.

— So what would you have preferred? The Macarena?

— Maybe.

— I can totally picture Price doing that.

He grinned.

— But… if I had been better at dancing, I would’ve asked someone else, anyway, he admitted.

— Asked them what?

— To go with me.

— Oh.

— I just didn’t want what happened tonight to happen, and then we wouldn’t talk anymore.

— They’d be silly to let that come between you.

— You think?

— Yeah.

— So… can I assume you’re not silly?

— Why are you—

Oh.  

— You wanted to invite me.

— Yeah.

— But…

— The dance was mandatory, and I didn’t want to embarrass you. I’d rather embarrass myself.

— Why didn’t you say anything…

— I didn’t have the chance.

— ...Well, I’m not sure I’m convinced. I mean… dating someone who can’t dance? you teased.

— I can do the Macarena.

— Go on, then.

And slowly, in the kitchen, with his phone blasting the tune, Kyle started dancing, and under their shared laughter, you realized this might just be the dance he preferred after all.

_______________________________

SOAP :

Soap gave you a slightly unsteady grin.

— I missed you, he murmured, his words slurred.

You shook your head, watching him struggle to redo his shoelaces with clumsy fingers.

— Johnny, you're drunk, you said, a glint of amusement in your eyes.

— Maybe… but I still missed you. Best roommate in the world.

— I'm the only one, you replied, laughing softly.

— That's why you're the best, he said, giving you a clumsy wink.

You handed him a glass of water, a gentle smile on your lips.

— Drink this, and I'll fix you something to eat.

— That’s why you're my favorite.

— How was your night? you asked as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

— L.T. dared me.

— And of course, you accepted.

— Naturally.

— And got your ass handed to you, didn't you?

— Hm, he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

He finally managed to sit down, struggling to stay upright.

— You know… I've never seen you dance, he said suddenly.

— What? you responded, surprised by the comment.

— I've never seen you dance. It’s a shame.

— I'm not really the type to go out dancing, you know that.

— Yeah… He thought for a moment, then added, We could dance right here, right now.

— And why would we do that? you asked with a curious smile.

— Because I want to see you differently. To feel you close to me.

— Johnny, you see me every day, you said, laughing softly.

— It’s not the same. This way, I could really see your eyes up close, smell your coconut shampoo…

— You already know all that, you replied gently.

— Yeah, but living it is different. I could touch you, feel your heartbeat, your hands on me… just you and me.

You looked at him for a moment, touched by his vulnerability.

— You’re really drunk, you murmured tenderly.

— Just one dance, he insisted, almost pleading.

— One dance?

He stood up with a bit of effort, swaying slightly but determined. He reached for your hands and pulled you close. The world around them seemed to blur into a haze.

Each step was awkward, each movement hesitant, but nothing could shatter the bubble they had created. To him, this was a precious, almost sacred moment.

As his eyelids grew heavy, he let himself relax into your arms, finding a sense of peace and contentment.

They shuffled in the confined space of the kitchen, their movements creating an unsteady rhythm that was as endearing as it was clumsy. You held him close, guiding his steps with a gentle hand on his back. The light of the overhead bulb cast a soft glow, illuminating the warmth of their shared moment.

The kitchen, usually bustling with the mundane tasks of everyday life, had transformed into a quiet, intimate space where time seemed to stand still.

The clatter of pots and pans was replaced by the gentle rustle of their clothing and the soft shuffle of their feet on the tiled floor. The contrast between the chaos of the night and this tender, private dance was stark but comforting.

Soap’s head rested against your shoulder, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the comforting rhythm of a heartbeat that mirrored your own.

There was something deeply satisfying about this moment of stillness amidst the chaos.

His breathing, slow and steady, was a soothing reminder of their connection. The way he relaxed into you, his body melting against yours, spoke volumes more than words ever could.

As they continued to sway together, you could sense the vulnerability and trust in his movements.

His occasional missteps and the way he leaned into you for support only highlighted the depth of his feelings. Despite the awkwardness, there was an undeniable grace to their dance—a testament to their bond and the quiet understanding they shared.

— You’ll dance with me again, won’t you? he murmured, half-asleep.

— We’ll see tomorrow, you whispered, guiding him gently to the couch.

He collapsed from exhaustion, instantly drifting into a deep sleep, still wrapped in the memory of their dance.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the window, you moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a newfound sense of tranquility. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the gentle sizzle of food in the pan were soothing. You stole glances at Soap, who was still deep in sleep, his breathing even and calm. There was something deeply satisfying about this morning routine, a feeling of normalcy and peace that you hadn’t realized you’d missed

The comforting aroma of breakfast filled the kitchen, mingling with the faint scent of whiskey that still clung to the air. The contrast between the warmth of the kitchen and the cold light of dawn outside created a sense of cozy isolation. You moved with practiced ease, your actions steady and deliberate, a quiet testament to the care you took in your daily routines.

Eventually, Soap stirred, his eyes fluttering open with the kind of groggy confusion that only a hangover can bring. He squinted in the light, struggling to get his bearings. When he finally registered your presence, he gave you a tired, lopsided smile.

— What I said last night… I meant it, he murmured. And this time, you can’t say I’m drunk.

— Technically…

— Technically, I’d love to kiss you and ask for another dance.

— You stepped on my feet more than twenty times last night.

— I know…

— And you reeked of whiskey.

— …

— Not to mention your snoring that kept me up all night.

— Okay, so I’m not perfect…

— But despite all that, I enjoyed our dance.

— Really?

— Even if choosing Blue Da Ba Dee for a slow dance was a terrible idea.

— That was me?!

— Yep.

— Damn… Let me make it up to you, he said, dropping to his knees in front of you.

You laughed, amused by his dramatic gesture, then knelt down in front of him, running a gentle hand through his hair.

— Alright, one more dance.

— One more dance, he repeated, a smile spreading across his face.

___________________

GHOST : 

The room gradually fell into silence, despite the constant chatter of the journalists on the screen. No one was really paying attention to the news broadcast. Simon was staring at his still fresh cuts, watching the red darken to brown.

— Want to dance? he asked, finally breaking the silence.

You looked up, surprised, then let out a small laugh.

— Dance? Now?

— Yes, now.

He reached out his hand to you. You hesitated, then finally placed yours in his. Exhausted, you let yourself lean against him. Simon picked out a vinyl, and soft music filled the room as they swayed slowly from side to side. He felt your warm breath against his neck, your body seeking refuge in his arms. His hand, still trembling, held yours tightly.

— You’re stiff as a board, you murmured with a smile.

— I’m managing, he replied, slightly offended.

— It’s like you have two left feet. Relax a bit, you added, a playful grin on your lips.

Simon couldn't help but smile inwardly. He had missed that smile so much— the real one, the one that made your eyes sparkle and your dimples appear, a stark contrast to the hollow gaze he had seen recently.

— It’s all over, you whispered.

You wasn’t talking about the dance.

— Yes, it’s all over.

Neither was he.

— Will I ever be able to dance again? you asked, doubt creeping into your voice.

To love. To love again.

A few weeks ago, Simon had returned from a grueling mission, only to find your home surrounded by police. The sight of the flashing lights and the presence of uniformed officers had sent his mind spiraling into a whirlpool of fear and dread. He imagined the worst, his thoughts racing with the possibility that his desire to keep you close had ultimately endangered you. He had feared that, like so many others before you, you might have been irreparably damaged by his choices.

But…

Under the harsh, unforgiving lights of the police cars, he had found no body, no immediate evidence of a catastrophic event. Yet, when he had seen you amidst the broken glass and the wreckage of their lives, you were nothing more than a shadow of the vibrant person you once were. Your eyes were vacant, the walls bore the scars of a recent trauma, and the TV was stuck on a loop, replaying the same game over and over, as if it were mocking the endless cycle of their suffering. The word "Sorry" was scrawled repeatedly, a haunting echo of remorse and helplessness.

.

Simon had understood the weight of the moment. With a gentle hand, he had helped you up from the floor, guiding you through the aftermath with a steadfast determination. He had been by your side for every medical appointment, every police report, and every painful statement. His presence was a constant, unwavering support as they navigated the wreckage of their lives together. Gradually, they began to live together, two lost souls seeking something more as they danced together that night.

A home, a dream, a soul?

No, it seemed they were searching for something more elusive—a ghost of their former selves, the remnants of a life that once held promise and joy.

— I’ll be here for you, Simon said softly.

— Then you better improve your dancing, you retorted with a hint of teasing.

— I promise, he murmured.

If becoming a dance master was what it took to help you rediscover the rhythm of life, then he was willing to dance for you, over and over. For he knew that no day should be spent with a heart broken by another. As they continued to sway to the music, the simple act of dancing became a symbol of their shared commitment to healing and moving forward. It was a testament to their resilience and to the enduring hope that, despite the pain, they could still find solace and joy in each other’s arms.

______________

PRICE : 

The flames in the fireplace crackled softly, casting shadows across the now-empty room. The guests had left long ago. John approached you slowly, deliberately, sliding his arms around your waist. He took a deep breath, letting your unique scent—something distinctly you—fill his senses, anchoring him in the present moment. The weariness of the past two months seemed to melt away as he embraced you. Finally, he was home.

—Something on your mind?, you asked, a hint of amusement in your familiar tone. It was a sound he had missed—something about your tone always made him feel like everything would be alright.

—I missed our date, he replied, a trace of regret in his voice.

—You've been on a mission for two months, John. I didn’t expect you to show up every Friday night for our little routines, you said, your laughter soft and genuine, like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. The light in your eyes, though, told him that you understood more than you let on.

—I could have tried.

—And how would that go? 'Hey guys, hold on a sec, I need to leave for a romantic date with my partner?"

—I'm sure I could’ve convinced them, he said with a smirk.

You burst out laughing, shaking your head.

—Maybe, but I doubt El Sinombre would have agreed.

—Probably not, he admitted, his tone softening as he pulled you closer, But I couldn’t give you those moments that are just for us.

—John, you sent me more than enough money; don't worry about that.

—That’s not the kind of moments I meant, he said gently, his fingers tracing light circles on your arms, the touch both tender and reassuring. His caress was a silent promise of the moments yet to come.

—Oh...

—I love our dates, all those little memories. I remember the day a stray dog pushed me into a pond, or the time you ended up with cream on your nose at the restaurant, He chuckled softly, the memory of those times clearly cherished.

—And which one’s your favorite?, you asked, turning to face him.

Their faces were just inches apart, their lips almost touching, but neither gave in to the temptation. It was a game, a silent challenge.

—Our wedding day, he finally said.

—That wasn’t a date, you replied with a playful smile.

—It was, on the dance floor.

—Oh, that moment...

You remembered how John had surprised you, revealing that he had secretly taken dance lessons for months. That slow dance had transported you, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of them, their steps perfectly in sync, their love shining like a star.

—I can’t even remember the steps, you confessed softly.

—Let me remind you, he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. The intimacy of his voice and the proximity of his body sent a shiver down your spine, making the room feel even cozier.

With infinite tenderness, he gently took your hands, his rough fingers guiding you with a careful precision that spoke of countless hours spent perfecting their dance. As he began to lead you through each step, humming the tune from their wedding, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. A tender smile lit up your face, and you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude.

—I love you, you finally whispered.

—I love you too,he replied with a sincerity that warmed your heart.

Slowly, the lights around them seemed to dim, the room growing tranquil as the dance came to an end. They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in harmony. The fire continued to crackle softly in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over them as the night settled into a peaceful calm. In that serene moment, surrounded by the remnants of their love and shared memories, they found solace in each other’s presence, cherishing the quiet beauty of their reunion.

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[sharky-the-idiot]

husbun

hehehe yes I'm @lilac-gold's platonic and virtual husband <333

Guys show up to the wedding please

[the-lost-boys-wife]

THE POLY! LOST BOYS x READER INCORRECT QUOTES

(GUESS WHOS BACK YET AGAIN!? should I be doing my English work…maybe? Do I have better things to do- yes! post more about my boys obviously!? If you enjoy leave a comment if you want any other fandoms for more things like this or one shots

Love you guys lots <3)

Y/N: Dwayne , I know you snuck out to see David last night.

Dwayne : If you tell Paul or Marko, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body.

Y/N: Five bucks?

Dwayne : Fine.

Y/N: Uh, Dwayne ? Paul is in the pool and I don't think hes waterproof.

Dwayne : What?

David: I think they meant, Paul is drowning.

Dwayne : WHAT?!

*Meanwhile*

Paul: *is drowning*

Marko: OH MY GOD, PAUL! KEEP SWIMMING!

Paul: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks*

Marko: PAUL!

Marko: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Marko: And atoms never touch each other.

Marko: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

Marko to that one surf nazi: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

David to y/n, who’s about to get married: Today, two families are becoming one.

Marko, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one family leaves.

Dwayne: That sounds so threatening…

Paul: The Wedding Games…

Star: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor.

Y/N: Beautiful.

David: Fuck all of you!

David: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.

Marko : His name was Jared he's 19.

Dwayne: When his parents built a very strange machine.

Paul, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen.

Y/N, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena!

Michael: Horrible job everyone.

Dwayne: Today, Y/N took my phone, and in five minutes, they sent high resolution close-up photos of Marko to the following people: Paul, David, Michael, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

Marko: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Dwayne: ....

Paul: .....

David: ......

Y/N: ...Who?

Marko: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Y/N*

Paul: I am an expert at identifying birds.

David: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Paul: Yeah, they're all birds.

Y/N , looking at a selfie of Marko’s: I hate this photo.

Marko: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly!

Y/N : You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.

Marko: Up to kindness.

(Ok that’s all for today! This is filled with marko just bc I love that boy! He’s full goblin and I just wanna hug him!)

[neon-kazoo]

HOT TO GO

It was easy enough for Villain to stalk Hero into the club. The lights, loud music, and number of people meant the villain could get close. Close enough, apparently, that Hero invited them to dance.

A new song had just started, and the people on the floor had spaced out as best they could, the people on the outskirts squishing together to make room. The shift had left about an arms length to the side between everyone on the dance floor.

“You look a little lost, honey,” spoke a sweet voice from behind them.

It was only then that Villain realized how stiff they must have been, standing alone while everyone around them was partaking in a dance they didn’t know.

“Want me to show you?”

Villain nodded, not wanting to risk their voice being recognized, even over the damagingly loud song. They certainly weren’t going to pass as a party-goer if they refused.

Hero stepped forward, taking Villain’s hands in their own. They were pressed front to back, and Villain could feel every steady breath through the hero’s chest.

When the next chorus hit, they raised both hands above their heads, forming two parallel lines. Next, they pulled down gently, bending both Villain’s arms slightly, rounding out the lines. Just as suddenly, their arms were pulled out to their sides, as wide as Hero’s wingspan would go. Fingers intertwined, their arms bounced once.

“~H-O-T-T~”

Villain stared straight ahead, scared to do anything but leave their arms limp in Hero’s sure hands.

Their hands were lifted once again, going round, then pulling one down and breaking the symmetry before going round again.

“~O-G-O~”

One hand was dropped as Hero spun them around before renewing their grip. Looking directly into their eyes, Hero led their hands to point in front of them, one by one.

“~You can take me~”

Bright neon lights flashed across the Hero’s face, and Villain hoped it was enough to obscure their features. In some strange mix of the YMCA dance and the macarena, Hero used their hands to cross Villain’s arms over their chest before slowly dragging them down. The descent was agonizing, especially when Hero’s knuckles brushed Villain’s hips and their breath caught.

“~Hot to go~”

Villain was twirled again and, mesmerized by the movement, they didn’t even realize why Hero had pulled both hands back instead of up. Hero’s chin laid to rest on Villain’s shoulder, breath hot on their ear when they muttered, “I might just take you ‘hot to go’.”

By the time cool metal clamped over their wrists, it was far too late for the villain to struggle.

“If only you could dance.”

They pulled away sharply, hauling Villain through the crowd and towards the exit.

“Maybe, you can practice in prison.”

[nottsangel]

dunno why i thought it would be a good idea to share this BUT imagine theo high on something, hitting you from behind on a stool while dancing to macarena🕺🏻🪩

https://x.com/httpdaddy18/status/1816512398968148080?s=46&t=FZ6FWTKnj7huKMvbJmFDTg

DANCING TO MACARENA ??? HUH ???? 😭😭😭😭 yall are so unserious i can’t breatheeeee

[to-be-cody-b]

DIRECTIONERS ASSEMBLE

Can you guys list down every single 1d-based interaction we've had since the start of this year? In celebration of their 13-year anniversary. (Edit: the anniversary has passed but I'm still gonna list down all the events that are happening in 2023.) The ones I know of are the following (in no particular order):

- Liam and Louis at the AOTV premiere

- Louis liking Zayn's post on insta

- Liam liking and replying to Zayn's post on insta

- Liam replying to Niall's post on insta

- Liam & Niall congratulating Harry on his Grammy wins

- Niall singing Little Things in an interview

- Harry singing one verse of Best Song Ever

- Harry singing WMYB and Stockholm Syndrome (i think?)

- Harry saying he "fell in love to [WMYB]"

- Harry singing one line of “Diana” in response to a fan at a concert named Diana.

- Harry doing Macarena dance like the boys did at a 1D concert.

- Niall admitting in 2023 it was him and Harry taking a hike back in February 2021.

- Niall singing Story of my Life

- Niall, Louis and Liam "reportedly" working together in a recording studio

- Where We Are: the unreleased song

- Niall and Liam saying the boys have a new group chat on WhatsApp where they're super active

- Harry thanking the boys in his speech at the Brits

- Lewis Capaldi kissing both Niall and Harry

- Niall hiding his album "The Show" behind 1d's album "Up All Night" at a records store

- Zayn replying to Liam's comment on Zayn's post

- Liam replying to Zayn's reply to Liam's comment on Zayn's post

- Louis liking Liam's tour announcement post

- Zayn liking a reel where he talks about his "loop-de-loop" airplane story

- Liam and Louis both commenting the 👀 emoji as their first post on Threads

- Harry reacting to a girl's 1d shirt at his concert (he pointed at himself and gave a thumbs up I think)

- Louis liking Perrie (Zayn's ex)'s post on insta

- Liam reposting an AI cover of 1d's Drag Me Down to his story

- Liam wearing his Steal My Girl MV jacket on his story, bopping his head to playing the song in his car, and making more jokes about it on his story

- Liam saying in his live that he wrote a special song in LP2 that's his favourite ever yet, and he wrote it because he wanted to write something special for the boys and the other important people in his life

- Liam saying in his TikTok live that his fav 1d song was Once in a Lifetime

- Liam jamming out to Harry's "Lights Up" during his live

- Liam talking about a potential imaginary 1d reunion on his live

- Liam on discord replying to a fan's art of Zayn's new music

- Zayn talking about the band and why he left in an interview with CallHerDaddy in a lot of detail

- When asked on discord if Zayn replied to his DMs, Liam replied, "always!"

- Liam on discord saying he plans on watching Zayn's podcast

- Liam on discord saying he watched Zayn's podcast and loved it

- Liam referencing Kevin from 1D on his Discord

- Louis liking Zayn's post on insta about his new single Love Like This

- Liam commenting on Harry's post about his Daylight MV

- Harry singing Best Song Ever at his last LOT show

- Louis singing Night Changes with a new haircut that makes him look like his 2015 self the night before 1d's anniversary

- Liam mentioning on insta about WMYB hitting 1B streams on spotify

- Liam singing WMYB on insta the exact same way he did in the mv

If anyone knows other instances or has any corrections pls let me know (I'll keep editing this as stuff gets added)

[badlysummedupmoviestournament]

If you recognize the movies/characters hiding behind the decoy titles, please do not give identifying details about them in the notes.

Villain n°1: Goodbye Chicago

My estranged stepdaughter has clearly been stealing my beauty products and flirting with older guys. Based on my supportive friend's advice, I have my employee take her on an outing. However, that fucker manages to lose her and lies to me about it! I go looking for her and find out she's been abducted, but her captors attack me and she runs off with that creepy guy in the end.

Villain n°2: Hey Macarena

I was just at home, doing my chores for my family, when someone broke into my house in the middle of the day. Luckily, they weren't very smart, and I got rid of them pretty quickly. But then a second person broke into the house not long after! I took care of her, too, and by the time a THIRD person broke into the house, I was ready to get rid of them.

By this point, I was getting paranoid about all of these people trying to get into our house, so when two more people showed up in the yard, I chased after them. One girl got away, but my brother caught up to her. My whole family was real mad at her, but we let her join us for dinner. Then she ran off again, probably to get more thieves to break into our house, so my brother and I chased her out into the road -- and then my brother got hit by a truck and died! All I wanted was for people to stop breaking into our house!

[coruscantrhapsody]

Your prompt is: Anakin and Padme are delegates who meet at the 1990s DNC where they do the Macarena.

THANKS FOR THE PROMPT, BESTIE.

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Padme craned her neck, struggling to see past her fellow Wisconsin delegates to the rafters a few rows below, where Team California (along with everyone else in the room, herself included) was engaged in a rousing, impromptu performance of the Macarena.

As she sashayed left and swayed right, hands on her shoulders, her hips, Padme silently thanked the Democratic National Convention gods that her nieces had taught her the popular dance a few months prior. She was already one of the youngest members of the Wisconsin State Senate, and had a reputation for being a little too studious around the edges, to boot (a characterization the connotations of which she felt were unfair - didn't people want their representatives to approach their work with the utmost seriousness of purpose?) She would have died if she'd flubbed the dance of the year, and at the convention, to boot. She grimaced, imagining the headlines in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel: "Wisconsin's Youngest Senator is Anything But Hip."

Frowning, she pushed the thought away and resumed her scan of the rafters below, all while staying on beat. (Take that, Imaginary Milwaukee Journal Sentinel Reporter And Your Made-up Hit Piece!) Suddenly, a head of short brunette hair came into view. Oh my god oh my god oh my god was that - ? Yes, it had to be -

"Oof!"

Suddenly, without realizing what was happening, Padme felt herself falling, falling, falling, no, she was upright, a hand was lifting her up by the arm, a hand which was attached to a guy whom she belatedly realized had barreled into her moments before.

"I am so sorry," the man began, looking absolutely mortified. Regaining her footing, Padme noticed that the man was wearing a light pink dress shirt and a mauve tie with beakers and other science lab accoutrements on it. She smiled, oddly charmed.

"It's alright. I should have been paying more attention." (Ever the diplomat.)

"No, it was all me. I'm not even supposed to be up here. I'm from the Arizona delegation. But I was just - I thought you had a good view of the California delegation from up here, and I just wanted to see if I could spot -"

"Nancy Pelosi," the man finished as Padme uttered the same name. They stared at each other. "Big fan?" the man asked, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. The thought came unbidden to Padme's head that it was rather a *nice* smile. And he had also been searching for her political hero at the same time? Who was this guy?

"I really admire her work combatting HIV/AIDS in the 80's," Padme explained. A concise and accurate answer that avoided getting into the fact that she also maybe currently had her picture framed on the wall of her bedroom and her office.

"She did great work," the man agreed. He paused then, and Padme got the distinct feeling that she was about to forget all about her quest to spot her hero. There'd be opportunities later; it was only the first day of the convention, after all.

"I'm Padme," she said, extending her hand before she could think the better of it. "Do you maybe ... want to grab coffee tomorrow? Before the festivities start?"

"That sounds amazing," the man answered, grinning entirely too silly, Padme thought, for someone he had just met. She liked his smile. She hoped she would have cause to see it over and over again, and then some more.

The man took her proffered hand. "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."