#may i have this dance

[firestorm-heroes]

@steven-g-rogers

Teagan paced the living room, taking deep breaths and shaking out her hands. She'd never been this dressed up before. Her hair was down like it normally was, although she'd changed the colored streak in her hair to better match her dress, which was loose for movement, but still felt somewhat suffocating more she thought about it. It was blue with black accents, simple top and long loose flowing skirt where the two colored could better mix. She did, however, wear sneakers under it for her own comfort.

She thought this would be a good idea to make a point to the kids who didn't believe her connections, but now she was doubting it. Feeling like she was going to just make a bigger fool of herself somehow.

What if she was dolled up for nothing? What if this blew up in her face somehow?

[lovelastart]

Fukuran Week 2023 Day 6: "May I Have This Dance?"

We've been dancing together all these years To the rhythm of our heartbeats Since then, I hold your hands Till later, I'll never let you go

Inspired by "Can I Have This Dance" by High School Musical 3: Senior Year.

@fukuranweek

[navybrat817]

If you’re still playing What if:

What if Sunshine hadn’t been able to follow Hal when he started his music career?

Oh, our Beau and Sunshine. ❤️

It would hurt you both if you couldn't follow and would likely be something serious that prevented you from going with him. It could go one of two ways.

Hal would try to make it work with the long distance. Call and write when he can. Visit whenever he gets a chance, too. Eventually you can go with him, right? That's his hope at least.

Or Hal would let you go. You would, in his words, have a chance to flourish without him and maybe meet the kind of man your dad wants you to be with. But you find your way back to each other because he doesn't want anyone else. Neither do you.

Love and thanks. ❤️

Weekend What If

[sirlonius]

Can I say something crazy? I love you... 🕺🏾💃🏾

[unhappy-sometimes]

here's a playlist of (mostly) historically accurate love songs that twiyor has most definitely danced to on vinyl: youtube, spotify, apple music

some fast, some slow, some made for dancing, others probably not (but i still like them so i included them anyway), i'll add songs as i think of them

[r4tfromm3rcury]

Yeah toxic yuri political intrigues and murder is cool or whatever BUT WHERE IS MY BOY?????? SUNFYRE??????? (design based on his book self)

[liquidstar]

My advice for people who wanna start going to the club is find a themed night that appeals to you (and your friends if applicable, but you can go alone too. No one cares, you just have to be safe and maybe let people know where you are especially if you don't usually go) because it seems less daunting if you know it'll be emo night or abba night or broadway night or something. You know like-minded people will be there, and that takes some of the fear of the unknown away. And you'll know the songs, so you'll be more hyped and have more fun than on an average night. Start off on the right foot and all that. Also you can dress the theme if you want

[frouponical]

doodle

[sensitiveheartless]

Hullo! Just wanted to let you guys know that I am working on a thing for Dazai’s birthday, but I unexpectedly ended up being a makeshift scarecrow today so it’ll be a bit delayed lol

[tamanegi-san]

My submission for @luneariann's DTIYS >:]

Thanks for hosting! Love your stuff btw bro, keep it gOINN 🔥🔥

[royalarchivist]

I didn't read Charlie's going live notification before opening his stream, so I definitely just did a very fast double-take.

(They're learning from a professional and doing some warmups right now!)

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

Doctor Who "Rogue" memes

I've made memes. enjoy.

(contains slight spoilers)

firstly, ones that are more encompassing:

regarding the episode itself:

and finally, Captain Jack Harkness stages of grief:

[leoisstillalive]

i have this. horrid yet incredibly amusing vision. of marc and pecco next year on the podium.

pecco wins, marc comes second, and so valentino (having attended the race) thinks it reasonable to go and congratulate pecco for his win. give him a bit of a morale boost for the championship fight. nothing drawn out- he has a debrief to do with franky and diggia- just a quick hand shake.

so he goes to the barricade at parc fermé and pecco is there and he's grinning and he looks hungryyy because he's made ground on marc's title lead. vale pulls him into a hug, clasps a hand on the back of his neck, etc, and it's nice and easy.

so far so good.

then marc appears. seemingly from nowhere. vale hasn't been watching out for him- maybe he should've been. he definitely should've been.

marc shakes pecco's hand, claps him on the back. they're all giggles and heavy, panting breaths. and marc is sweating still and his hair is parted in damp, messy clumps, cheeks rosy and youthful and vale smacks his lips; tries to disappear back into the crowd but

it's packed tight. and nobody seems to be giving because they're all reaching over him to congratulate marc-- of course. they're on the same team. vale isn't a child, he doesn't let it anger him. he instead keeps his eyes fixed on his academy student as pecco smooths back his hair.

marc finishes with pecco and brings his obnoxious, bubbly laughter to the barrier and starts grabbing hands and letting people pat his head, moving down the row, and then.

vale jumps back when marc's sweaty palm locks against his own. marc's fingers curl tight around the ridge above vale's wrist and vale's mouth is agape and he can't tell if he's offended or shocked or- just a bit- pleased by the large, firm hand encasing him. and marc isn't looking at vale-- hasn't looked at him once, vale's not sure if he even knows he's there, caught up in the whirlwind adrenaline, almost post-coital ecstasy of getting a podium.

but vale knows. and the people around vale have noticed. and vale is frozen still like a tree- everything in him tense as hell except his heart, which is rattling like an alarm. he is afraid marc can feel it hammering through his skin.

marc's brows curl together and his smile turns confused as everybody quietens down, all eyes turned to the two men like some sort of baroque painting.

marc lets his gaze fall on valentino at last-- at long last, but vale would not, could never admit this. and his smile wobbles at the edges, goes sharp and thin. he releases vale's floppy hand and blinks a few times, pupils blown wide like he’s spotted a lion in the reeds. valentino is absolutely stunned. can't say a word. can barely breathe.

and pecco shares his surprise- only, a small, sly smirk has crooked at one side of his mouth and he looks nigh on laughter. valentino would be too if he wasn't so. astounded. his hand is tingling from the contact, heavy as if packed with mud.

marc bites and licks his lips. habit. vale does not track the movement-- he doesn't. but he spots it in his peripherals and is glad for the shield of his sunglasses.

marc lingers. for some reason. like he is waiting for something- for valentino to speak or retake his hand or dissolve into smoke like a super villain. nothing happens. they both just stare until it becomes. very awkward for their spectators.

finally, valentino clears his throat and turns back to pecco, gesturing him over for nothing in particular- simply trying to get marc out of the way, trying to pretend none of..... that just happened.

marc seems just as eager to move on, shuffling away to the corner of the barricade. but there is a crease of sadness or loss on his face for a moment- only long enough for valentino to spot it. and then he is smiling again, laughing and shaking hands, while everybody just watches. slightly confused, very amused.

vale hopes the cameras didn't catch that but. fucking. of course they did. now he's in for it

[new-and-disturbed-theorist]

May I offer a meme in these uncertain times?