#i wasn't expecting that

[friendrat]

On April 10th!

[sea-l1ttle-sea]

EURYLOCHUS WAS THE ONE WHO OPENED THE BAG IN EPIC THE MUSICAL!?!? EURYLOCHUS WE TRUSTED YOU TO BE THE SANE ONE!!!!

[cciirceee]

CORYO AGAIN!!!

I gave him the curls he has in the book :D

[retrokid616]

hot boi: doing hot boi hours shit

me;

[multicolour-ink]

I really admire how the Mario Movie took a lot of elements and story beats from the games that we were expecting in the movie, and then just went in the complete opposite direction with them!

Games: Final battle with Bowser in his castle with lava everywhere.

Movie: Final battle with Bowser in Brooklyn with destruction and carnage everywhere.

Games: DK and Cranky Kong being dumb apes who live in a jungle, and Cranky being a grumpy grandpa.

Movie: Cranky Kong being a king and DK being the literal champion and Prince. Oh and they have an established kingdom too.

Games: Toad being loud, annoying, sarcastic, and unhelpful.

Movie: Toad being a very adventurous little guy eager to help!

I think they took a bit of inspiration from his Super Show version

Games: Bowser wanting to take Mario down because he's already super and a prophesied hero.

Movie: Bowser literally wants to defeat Mario because he only thinks that Peach will fall for him and his wedding will be ruined.

Games: Luigi being the underdog, not getting praise, and being in Mario's shadow.

Movie: Despite the small amount of screen time - is a pure mama's boy, recognised by others (aside from Mario of course) as a partner in their plumbing business, literally jumps in to save Mario and fulfill his own hero arc, gets called brave by Peach, gets equally cheered on by their parents, Spike, and the Brooklyn citizens.

[fayeandknight]

Today I learned that a dog can come into the weaves so hot that they actually snap a weave pole.

[rebelacrobat]

Larry on the Sphere from Helena Christensen stories (and her great POV)

[yuseirra]

I JUST HAD TO PAUSE, AND COME POST THIS HERE

I WAS FEELING SO SORRY FOR THIS KID AND THEN LEARNED HIS PET HAMSTER'S NAME IS HAMBURGER

you can't do this to me game I was feeling sad and then I just burst out laughing

[soli-nepenthe]

Okay, can you stop being so precious for one sec? 😭💖⚘

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

EMILY DICKINSON??? NARCISSUS?? EVE?

[antadogoias]

Roger you will always be iconic

[quietbreeze97]

Back to my X Files binge and now on series 3, still fawning over Mulder and Scully's sexual tension and the overarching mystery... Then all of a sudden, Jack Black appears! 🤣🤣

[itsjustafia]

OHHHHHH!?!?!

[it-happened-one-fic]

Introduction to Dance - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: A gift for you that no one asked for. My very own dance AU. This is an introduction post but it is also a fic and intro to the AU. I cannot claim to have come up with this AU on my own, my Mom and sister helped a lot in the formulation of it. Be warned, prefect is a female this time simply because I felt like writing a girl prefect. I hope everyone enjoys. You can view this is a very odd present from me to you. EDIT: I almost forgot! I can't not claim to have come up with this AU on my own. My mom and sister both helped me quite a bit in coming up with the specifics of how everything would work and choosing what dances to use.

If you would like to read more this AU the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Masterlist.

Type: Dance Au/Introduction fic

Warning: Crowley

Word count: 981

“Dance, the rhythmic expression of music known to all. 

Swaying Bodies….

Swirling Forms….

A Passionate Promenade!

Become a poem given life and music given form.

Should you reach out and claim it, this art is yours.

Press forward!

Do not Hesitate!

For the way of dancing is an arduous one,

But we walk it nonetheless with glorious dreams of rhythmic grandeur.

So come forth and confront

Your Introduction to Dance!”

Crowley gazed at us, the entire student body of NRC, with gleaming eyes from under his mask as he finished his grand speech.

Despite the impressive amount of showmanship and excessive pomp he’d displayed, we remained unmoved. Everyone stared back at him with lackluster gazes that were punctuated by occasional yawns. It perfectly relayed our cumulative lack of interest in Crowley’s newest scheme.

Slightly put out by the less-than-thrilled reaction he received, Crowley coughed lightly into his fist before resuming his speech. 

“In the hopes of better preparing you all for your many and varied future walks of life, we have decided that mandatory dance lessons will be held. Each of you must take and pass at least one class, or you will be held back.”

This time he was met with a more emotionally charged reaction. Primarily complaints and loud protests that had him attempting to calm the crowd, “Now, now. I understand your hesitancy, but there is nothing to fear! All of the staff here have agreed to pitch in for your instruction, and by the end of the classes you will all be as graceful as swans!”

The cries of outrage simmered down to displeased grumbles, but I couldn’t help the creeping feeling that crawled along my spine the longer Crowley continued, “Now, the first lesson will begin in a week. Everyone will have the option to choose what style of dance they would like to learn. Should you refuse or take too long to choose, you will be shuttled into a random class.” 

He paused, glancing around the room to ensure we were all still listening, before he continued, “Please, keep in mind that you must pass at least one class! At the end of each class ,you will perform in front of the student body and your judges with a partner, who will be decided by a game of straws. If you already know a dance, you may not take that class to meet your requirements.”

The principle beamed down at all of us, either unaware of the mass discontent that faced him or incredibly delighted by it. Knowing him, both options were perfectly possible.

With a characteristically large gesture, he waved the assembled students off and away, “Everyone, except for the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, is excused. Please return to your classes posthaste.”

And there it was, the reason I’d been so nervous ever since I’d heard the word, ‘dance.’ There was going to be some special detail involving myself, just as there always was.

As everyone else walked away, I approached the dais upon which Crowley stood, briefly making eye contact with Ace and Deuce, who both smiled weakly at me. 

Despite my displeasure, Crowley met me with a grin and an incredibly affectionate pat on the shoulder, “I’m afraid your grading will be handled differently due to your gender Prefect.”

 His comment caused me to wrinkle my nose immediately, smelling a rat already, “Why should me being a girl cause my grading to be different?” 

He nodded understandingly, “Because in a traditional dance, the man leads. As the female partner, you will be at the mercy of your lead. As such, your grading will consist of dancing with a staff member.” He paused as I nodded, understanding his words to some extent and feeling surprised that he’d taken this into consideration.

“Additionally, you will be expected to take all of the classes and will dance with anyone who pulls the straw correlating to you being their partner.”

There it was. Leave it to Crowley to have some sort of side agenda.

I couldn’t even muster up the proper amount of righteous indignation because at this point, I wasn’t even surprised. Instead I had to settle for growling out my question, “What?” 

He had the gall to look surprised at my reaction as well as the insulted yowl Grim let out on my behalf. 

Crowley recovered quickly , flapping his hands as if that would ease our displeasure as he spouted his explanation, “Calm down, both of you. This will add a competitive streak to these classes that will help keep these masses of boys interested. If they’re lucky, they will get you as their partner and only have to dance once. Everyone else must dance twice. Once as the lead, where they will be graded, and once as the female partner.”

A tiny part of me didn't want to believe what I was hearing, but I knew, all too well, that it was true. It sounded exactly like some sort of plot this man would cook up. A new way to keep me busy and not hounding him about finding a way home for me.

He smiled again, misinterpreting my infuriated silence as worry, “You needn't worry, hatchling. Crewel, Trein, Vargas, and Sam have all volunteered to handle your lessons separately from the boys. In fact, Crewel only requested that you wear his newest line of dancing clothes. Lovely dresses, I’m sure.”

He spouted that final bit of info as if it were a perk that I was supposed to be excited about. But fancy clothes were the least of my worries. I apparently had a bunch of dances to learn and perform.

“Dress-up and dance classes,” Grim rolled his eyes, “That’s a dream come true for sure.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but Crowley merely nodded enthusiastically. Obviously unaware, or more likely, unconcerned, about the amount of disgust he’d garnered for himself today.

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why was baby reindeer suggested to me i'm so traumatized