#she is the dancing queen young and sweet only seventeen

[pdouwes]

WILLEMIJN VERKAIK as ANNE HATHAWAY in & Julia - Das Musical (Hamburg, 2024) ©

[tea-blankets-andstars]

Marauders era as things i have heard in school today (p.3)

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*sirius walking in heels*

james: they look like their gonna trip

marlene: nah thats just how you walk in them, you gotta look like you could fall into a hunky mans arms at any moment

~~~

sirius: i called marlene a f@ggot and she looked at me and said "im a swaggot" and im jut gonna say that from now on

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*james singing ABBA*

peter: we get it you're a dancing queen.

sirus: YOUNG AND SWEET

remus: ONLY SEVENTEEN

james: DANCING QUEEN

rem,siri,&james: FEEL THE BEAT FROM THE TAMBOURINE

*peter who was just trying to study*

~~~ 

*the valkyries doing personality tests*

lily: it called me a pessimistic nerd

emmeline: OMGGGG IM THE SAME AS MARILYN MONROE

dorcas: apperently im sleep deprived...facts tho

mary: YOUR THE SAME AS LEONARDO DE CAPREO? WERE GETTING MARRIED

pandora: *reading the paper* well well well, it says that i tend to weird people out...wonder why?

marlene: HELL YEAH IM COOLER THAN ALL OF YOU

~~~



[ryeriy]

dancing queen | carlos sainz

-> summary: having the time of your life's dancing at your sister's wedding with an oddly familiar face

-> pairings: carlos sainz x fem!reader

-> a/n: this is my first official piece of my mamma mia series and I'm really excited! Thank you guys for all of your support and enjoy! The italics are the song lyrics!

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It was a long night of drinking, dancing, singing, and more. Well, at least for most of the people at Elle and Micheal's wedding. Elle's sister, y/n, seemed to be one of the only people to not be recklessly drinking and partying. Elle noticed y/n sitting down at chair looking alone and bored. "You alright sis?"

"I'm fine," she looked up at Elle smiling softly.

"Sis, it's my wedding day and you look miserable!" Elle exclaims and practically forces her off her feet. "I'll ask the DJ to play some ABBA!" Y/n was never much of a big party person but since it was her sister's wedding, she decided to.

"Fine, only because you're my sister..." y/n sighed and Elle smiled. Elle dragged her sister up to the DJ booth requesting 'Dancing Queen by ABBA' and dragged her back out to the dance floor.

"Micheal knows the perfect person you can dance with just wait here!" Elle enthusiastically says and goes over to her newlywed husband, Micheal to go grab the guy. Y/n let out a sigh as she saw her sister and her brother-in-law grab a guy.

Elle comes back with a face. A face that looks oddly familiar. "Oh my god!" Y/n said looking shocked at the guy in front of her. It was no other than Carlos Sainz.

It wasn't a shock that he was a famous driver, it was the fact he was my ex-boyfriend.

"Y/n?"

"Carlos?"

"You two know each other?" Elle asked as she seemed happy I knew him already.

"You could say that..." Carlos said as he looked at him. Y/n couldn't tell if he was happy, sad, angry, or feeling any emotions at all.

"I'll leave you two to it then!" Elle smiled and patted her sister on the back then walked away smiling.

Carlos and y/n were never public with anyone. They only dated for two months but that was the best two months of both of their lives. Both Carlos and Y/n decided to call it off due to their work being chaotic. Y/n didn't want to travel all the time for his races and Carlos was gone all the time to visit her. Even though the pair weren't together long, it felt like they knew each other for years.

Friday nights and the lights are low

"So, do you want to...dance?" Carlos asked as he looked around the room and noticed the lights were dimmed as the music started to play.

"You know I was never a dancer." I looked at him and my lips slightly moved my lips into a smile.

He playfully swayed back and forth and snapped while smiling at her. "Come on, this is your favorite part!" Carlos exclaimed as his smile widened. Y/n couldn't help but smile too as she heard the chorus come up. Her too started to sway a bit with him. "Ready for it?" He asked her.

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen, dancing queen

By the end end of the song, they were both dancing and singing along to the song. Elle and Micheal were looking from afar and noticed how much fun Carlos and Y/n were having.

"Digging the dancing!" Carlos and Y/n both were singing as they laughed and danced with each other. Her hands were around his neck and his on her waist. Both of their eyes look at each others like how they used to when they used to date.

That song reminded y/n of all the times she and Carlos danced together to that song at parties, in the kitchen, sang it in the car, and now danced at a wedding. It was their song. Not everyone could say that a song in their relationship was Dancing Queen by ABBA but that's what made it better. It was unique.

"Oh my, that was fun..." y/n looked up at Carlos' dark brown eyes and got lost in his gaze.

"You know, I missed you," he spoke, "I never wanted to let you go...do you think we could make it work if we tried?"

"You'd really want to?"

"Of course I would! You're always in my head! When I wake up, when I'm driving, when I'm looking at my text messages, before I sleep! It all leads back to you!" He said as he looked at her smiling.

Having the time of your life

Y/n sighed as she looked up at Carlos again. "You know, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" Without any hesitation, Carlos leaned in to kiss her. The song was fading in the background as they shared this moment with each other.

"I'm so glad I found you again..." He admitted.

"Me too," she smiled at him.

[zodiyack]

My Dancing Queen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Eddie being a weirdo, ittie bit of fluff

Words: 807

Request: The reader is captured by vecna, and eddie saves her by playing her favourite song on the guitar, dancing queen by abba, before the reader is possessed they had talked and she wanted him to play that song because it's her favourite and he said "no way I would play it" or something like that hahahah I don't know what's going through my head, I understand if you don't want to do it. (If it sounds ridiculous sorry I haven't slept since yesterday and it's going to be 11pm here in Ireland and I can't sleep so that's why I wrote this)

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Seeing her, floating with cloudy eyes and a lifeless expression on her once lively and gorgeous face, instilled a fear in Eddie. A fear so great, he never really thought it was possible. Then again, he never really thought fighting another dimensional being in a reverse dimension beneath his home town would be possible either.

“Music, c’mon Eddie! What’s her favorite song??” Dustin begged frantically. He was just as horrified to see his friend in that state. “You have your guitar, what’s stopping you?!”

The group continued to pester him with shaky voices, all racing to save their friend. The more their voices rose over each others, the more pressure Eddie began to suffocate under. And then, he finally snapped. “ALRIGHT!” He sighed as a silence washed over them. “Give me a goddamn second!”

Eddie closed his eyes to think. He didn’t have to do much digging to relive the memory he secretly held close.

Y/N danced in her room, singing along loudly and shamelessly to Dancing Queen by ABBA. She didn’t even notice the long haired rebel sitting in her window sill. She sighed when the song ended and quickly restarted it, an encore of the same song but more enthusiastic dance moves. He watched her hips sway to the beat, her eyes closed as she felt the music in her soul, her whole body moving the rhythm, perfectly on beat, almost like she was one with the music.

He smirked, admiring her and her cluelessness as she got lost in the sound of ABBA. “You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen!” She even sang the little extra vocals, the music drowning out under her own voice.

It was only when Eddie fell forward while trying to readjust himself into a more comfortable position did she snap from her trance.

“Jesus H Christ Eds! What the fuck?!”

“What, am I not allowed to see my beautiful girlfriend?”

Whilst she did smile at the comment, she playfully rolled her eyes and helped him up. “No, you’re just not allowed to sneak onto my window and watch me like a creep.”

Eddie chuckled, “Oh but, if I’m not mistaken, you’re the dancing queen, right? A peasant like me can’t help but admire such a royal beauty.”

“You’re a royal pain in my ass, Munson.”

He brought his hand to his chest, feigning hurt at her quip. Suddenly, he grabbed her hips and pulled her into a passionate, yet short, kiss. “So, m’lady dancing queen, what are you up to this fine evening?”

“Well I was just listening to only the greatest song of all time before you decided to be a peeping Tom.”

Eddie cringed slightly, earning a scoff from Y/N. “You’re sadly mistaken if you think ABBA wrote the greatest song of all time.”

“You’re just without taste, my love.” She shrugged. “You should play it for me sometime, ya know? Make me swoon while you be all romantic and seduce me with your guitar.”

“No way in hell am I gonna play fuckin’ ABBA.”

“But Eds!” She frowned, “It’s my favorite song...”

“Mhm, and you’re my favorite girl, but you don’t see me playing you.” His words came out a much more odd sounding than they did in his head, but nonetheless, it appeared he got his point across when she sighed in defeat.

Coming back to reality, he realized he had to do the one thing she begged him to do that he refused. Oddly enough, he wasn’t even phased by it. No cringe, no hesitation, just pure determination to get his girl back.

Going through the notes mentally, he prepared himself to play the song. Looking up at her, he swallowed. “This is for you, Y/N. Come back to me, my dancing queen.”

The familiar tune echoed in...wherever the hell she was. All she knew was that it was just as Max had described to her. Vecna’s possession. She was close to tears, fighting with her life literally on the line. Before the music started playing, she was beginning to lose hope, lose strength, and lose distance between her and Vecna. But then the melody began, and like an syringe full of adrenaline, she was filled with the energy and all she needed to escape his grasp.

A portal looking opening appeared when she turned to her left. Seeing the man she loved playing the song he swore he’d never play brought on more of her fighting spirit. She didn’t even look back, knowing that it could be her greatest mistake. Instead, she ran like hell, toward her hell-raiser.

Once she’d made it out safely, she scrambled into Eddie’s arms, crying into his chest as he kissed the top of her head and rubbed lines up and down her back. “It’s okay dancing queen. You’re here now. You’re here with me.”

[ask-the-four-lords]

Dead Lady Dimitrescu,

I’ll fetch your wine, sorry. I’ll also assume that it was a negative reaction?

Anyways, moving on!

Can I get your opinion on OPM, or Original Pinoy Music? It’s a genre of mostly Filipino love songs, and they’re usually really poetic.

Take the song Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben. It has good vocals, an amazing instrumental, and it’s absolutely ethereal who am I kidding?

I can name a few other songs for you, my lady! Namely;

Panalangin by APO Hiking Society

Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben

Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay by Ben&Ben

Bawat Piyesa by Munimuni

and Tingin by Cup of Joe feat. Janine Tenoso.

Alright, that’s it!! I woke up because of some random dream and took the longest shi— 💥💥🔫

Just kidding. I’m glad you think I’m the most capable candidate ☺️ I could give a couple more reasons why but it’s 12:16 A.M. and I’m supposed to be asleep.

— K.D.

Alcina Dimitrescu: Surprisingly... I find Filipino love songs to be overall rather pleasant musically. You've done exceptional work as of yet, woman-servant and failed paramour. *begins sipping on the wine intermittently* I can understand, I oft find myself awake at the latest hours of the night, music is almost always greatly enjoyable when one finds themselves painfully sentimental at an unholy hour. *softly sings "In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning, Frank Sinatra, to herself for a couple minutes* You know, I was arranged to tour with Sinatra but it ended up falling through?

(Blog auth here; the intention was that Slipping Through My Fingers set off her fear of ever losing her daughters who she of course loves more than anything. Although I do fervently believe Lady D at least enjoys ABBA, "dancing queen, young and sweet, only one hundred and seventeen")

[ssa-dado]

I don't know how to explain but philosopher and lawyer are so abba. Like yes, you are the dancing queen hotch, young and sweet, only seventeen!

Winner takes it all is so Peter x hotch x philosopher and her internal battles. It's just so djdjdkjfkdkslalsl

When You Danced With Me in my head is when she leaves the job to move around Europe.

And maybe when they're retired and they're talking about past cases it's 'Fernando'.

And philosopher and hotch's yearning reminds me so much of SOS.

Conclusion, yes, I am sleep deprived, experiencing caffeine withdrawal symptoms and high on trigonometry.

GIRL NOOOOO MORE TRIGONOMETRY PLEASE THIS IS TAKING ME PLACESSSS!!!!

Yes!! This lowkey makes me think how “Angeleyes” is so Philosopher discovering Kate and Hotch LMAOOOOO (I wanna dieeeee poor girl I can't let her go through another heartbreak)

“Waterloo” is also totally Hotch’s moment of realizing, “OH NAURRR I still have feelings for her” (A little hint of this is literally the bar scene in Physics)

BTW my imagination is going wild replaying these songs CREATIVE JUICES ARE FLOOOOOOOOWING it’s embarrassing, but picture this (quite long, not refined whatsoever):

Post-divorce Hotch (maybe he hasn’t even signed the papers yet whoops) is basically dragged to a bar by the team after work. They’re all borderline alcoholics who refuse to let him bail on plans for the third time straight. He’s grouchy, but you convince him it’ll be “good for his soul” (or something so abstract that makes him agree only to shut you up).

Cut to him alone in his car, psyching himself up like some miserable lone old man, bellowing along to his “safe” CD of favorite songs because he can’t risk the radio throwing off his fragile mood (he's still down bad for Haley). Also though, he’s sure the bar’s going to play stuff he hates, so this is his only chance to enjoy music he actually likes.

“Out Tonight” from Rent comes on, and he’s practically singing it (screaming) on top of his lungs (one octave lower, because he’s no Mimi) hands drumming the steering wheel at red lights. He’s too miserable to care that he's probably too loud. His theatre kid soul must be fed.

By the time he gets to the bar, the rest of you are laughing, dancing, or well on your way to inebriation (he rolls his eyes but slides into the seat next to you nonetheless, not entirely unhappy that you talked him into coming... what a miserable man)

The moment anyone from the team hits the dance floor, he tries to pretend he’s above it all - “they don’t play old songs for old people like me” - but hey, at least he showed up.

Then... Dancing Queen starts playing. You lock eyes with Hotch and he immediately stiffens (because... because...)

“I do not dance,” he starts, but you’re already standing, tugging him up by the arm.

“Come on,” you insist “’Cause you can dance, you can jiiiiiive”

Before he can protest again, you grab his arm, hooking it through yours in an old-fashioned loop (Victorian couple goals... couple of friends of course). He’s half-protesting, half-laughing despite himself as you practically drag him onto the dance floor.

You point at him on cue, lipsyncing the chorus: “Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen!”

He falters, frowning as he mouths, “I’m forty-two!”

Yet, somehow, that tiny moment of confusion cracks his defenses. He laughs.

And just like that, you’ve got him.

Suddenly, the two of you belting out every last lyric like your lives depend on it as you twirl him, and then he twirls you back, the two of you dissolving into breathless laughter.

You’re both definitely off-key, and the dance moves are questionable at best, but you don’t let up for a second. He even momentarily forgets how much he’s been dreading nights exactly like this.

As the refrain loops for the final time, it’s him spinning you first (sexual tensioooooon - also he has the vibes of a spinner). Then, just for good measure, you grab his hands and gently coerce him into a clumsy pirouette, like a kid at a wedding. He’s stiff at first but quickly plays along, letting you twirl him only because it's you (he would *REDACTED* *REDACTED* his pants if you asked)

He’s slightly pink in the cheeks, hair a bit disheveled, but there’s that boyish glint in his eye now - an echo of the private sing-along he had in the car.

For a moment, he forgets all about being divorced, about the crushing workload and the heartbreak. He even forgets that he’s actually your boss.

Right now, in this fleeting, ridiculous, wonderful moment, he’s just Aaron.

You squeeze his arm. “Not so bad for an old man, huh?”

He shakes his head, letting out a small, genuine chuckle. “Not bad at all,” he admits.

THESE ARE MY BABIES YOUR HONOR.

...maybe I should include this in the next chapter...

They are indeed my babies, I have both of their birth certificate next to the shelf where I store Dado's catfood.

[cablyunkataplum]

Dancing Queen

Neytiri Sully x Sully! Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,350

Summary: Neytiri was always de option of Y/N to practice her dances, after a long time without doing it she decides to return to the habit.

Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Third person!--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators! You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, Only seventeen, Dancing queen! See ya Darlings!

The steps of each individual were distant sounds in the tranquility of the tent, also audible were the whispers and the occasional squeal of some ikran. The surroundings illuminated thanks to the different fires scattered around the place, inside the tent was Y/N moving energetically and sometimes stopping to analyze her previous steps.

The fire that accompanied her gentile instructed the girl, both to see where she walked and to show her how to move; abrupt or delicate. Paying more attention to this she began again with some changes; she raised her arms, bowed, turned, even jumped until she was satisfied with the result of her effort. After a while her whole family was back.  Neytiri was the first to arrive, from a few meters from the tent she was able to distinguish the figure of her daughter thanks to the campfire inside. When she arrived she delicately slipped the cloth hung allowing a clearer view of what was happening in that space, with a smile building on her face she admired the dance with a certain nostalgic air.

Undisturbed as she knew that her mother was present she kept dancing until a memory came to her mind. She stopped and turned to Neytiri --Hello ma-- their eyes connected, finally she moved until she was next to her with the hand she had since in the other had her bow and caressed her head and bowed kiss her forehead --Hello-- she walked until she was in front of the structure where she left the bow --How are you going?-- with a grimace she approached her mother --it could be better--, --It will-- she posed her hand again but this time on her cheekbone, the other on her shoulder --Is dinner ready?-- the girl’s eyes opened for a moment and she hurriedly moved away from the contact with her mother, she gathered what was necessary and began to do it --I forgot-- her mother knelt down and sighed --Let me help you-- she stretched out her arm and opened her hand, she watched her for a few seconds until she gave her other utensils without first reprimanding herself for her carelessness --Thanks--.

The wood thunking rhythmically accompanied the cuts of the food that both made but the girl stopped and looked at Neytiri who paid her attention to the moment she stopped cutting --do you think you could help me?-- she was confused at the request of the child until she stood up and extended her arm as she had done recently. --I'm not at your Y/N level, I don't know how I could be of help, I think your father is a better option-- at the recommendation she laughed a little --Dad seems to have never moved a single bone when it comes to dancing… Don’t tell him what I told you that-- Neytiri continued cutting to disguise the smile that made room on her face --You will have to tell him that-- when she finished what seemed to her she grabbed things so that they would not get in the way on another place, seeing this Sully’s body reflected how happy she was for her disposition.

The exchange of words was little during the session, all the time Neytiri could not help but remember all the times when her daughter had asked her for such a favor.

It was always evident the like that Y/N Sully had for the dance, the dedication that she had to the activity, even though her whole family had ways and tastes very different from her own. They knew that there was no point denying the gift she had. Her parents were proud and at the same time surprised by how the girl could find the rhythm or melody in whatever it was and from there base her dance, on many occasions she asked her mom to dance with her to teach them their progress or the new learning of the day.

The little girl screamed for her mother as she ran to the tent where she was resting but with the cries she worried that when she entered immediately went to her --what happened, did you hurt yourself?-- she inspected her arms and then the torso, raised her jaw and moved it. Jake, who was eating quietly with the other children and who was already very well used to his daughter’s energy, spoke to his partner -- she is fine--. Neytiri turned to give him a quick look before focusing on the girl again --my dad is right-- with a frowning she asked her what was the reason for her cries --today I learned a new dance!-- of course, she thought, she was always excited to learn and that was her usual attitude but sometimes she forgot it. --Seriously?-- she calmed down and encouraged her --Why don't you teach us?-- the screams were sharpened and with her hands she took hers; that with some fatigue she suggested that her father was a better option to which she refused, Jake and the children began to cheer for her to do so, pretending defeat was guided by Y/N who explained step by step. At the end they received a series of applause, bowed and thanked -- very well, it is late, to sleep -- the children protested --obey your mother--, --We also Ma Jake-- this one complained but not without saying that the one who was the last to fall asleep would be a rotten egg, the last screams were given when trying not to be the egg. With smiles on their faces both parents went to bed until they fell asleep.

--The arm here-- she guided with her hand --the other like this-- she turned away and observed until she was satisfied and imitated the position --And then the step is like this-- she moved and agitated, then she waited for her mother to do the same and this time it was perfect so they could do the full dance. Every time when they joined hands or separated Neytiri saw the little version of her daughter, she felt her hands around the tiny fingers and remembered the laughter every time she made a mistake with a move but she always had the patience to repeat it every time and that had not changed a little even with the maturity she had reached.

In the final steps Jake came in and waited for them to finish, --I did not know you danced so well-- the two turned around and saw the mocking smile --Ma Jake-- her face told him not to say anything else and he caught it so he changed the subject --how did it go?-- , -Good-- in the middle of the answer the others entered with sleepy eyes --where were you?-- they all responded at once so it didn’t make much sense until Neteyam said again --Grandma asked us to do some things-- he sat on the floor, followed Lo’ak and Kiri, Tuk hugging Neytiri -- let’s eat so they can recover their energy-- Neytiri spoke and with her head she indicated Y/N to serve everyone.

--It came out as you wanted?-- Jake addressed the older Sully, some looking at her, -MMH?-- he grabbed a piece of food --your dance-- he bit a bit and then answered --Yes, thanks to Mom --he nodded and continued with his food but Kiri wasn’t going to leave it --why don’t you ask him for help later? I’ve never seen you dance with him-- Lo’ak and Neteyam suppressed laughs that their father noticed but ignored --It's a good idea I've always wanted to dance with you-- other laughs were heard, --What?-- he asked the teenagers as Y/N immersed herself in her hands --Nothing Ma Jake, nothing-- she glanced at the teenagers and child --eat-- and the conversation stopped there, for a moment she and Neytiri looked at each other smiling, she would actually have to talk to her father or give him intensive classes but it didn’t really bother her as she knew she would always be their dancing queen for both of them.

[dor-casanova-of-hogwarts]

☆ Dorcas Meadowes ☆

☆ she/her ☆ slytherin ☆ dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen ☆

☆ Meet The Idiots ☆

(not you dora you're an angel)

@regulusblacklikemysoul biggest drama king I've ever met and I've met your brother @sobinthestars

@barty-ur-beloved bitchhhhh

@fir3st-ev3rw0man manic pixie dream girl

@wormie-the-german-rat you seem cool

@weremus-lupin furry what who said that??? but fr you seem cool too

@jamesfpotterr how does it feel to lose quidditch not life but both ig jokinggg but you seem cool

@thereallily-evans Lilyyyyy

☆ Tags ☆

#dor can't stop yapping ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ random rambling

#dor cassettes ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ music

#dors castaways ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my friends

ooc: this is a Dorcas Meadowes rp account <3 if you dont like this interpretation of the character feel free to leave

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[satureja13]

Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing

You come to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high

With a bit of rock music Everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen

Dancing Queen - ABBA

She found her King

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[iwannascreameurekaa]

valgrace angst playlist ! Contains all the sad songs from my valgrace playlist

@erosjournal

fluff playlist smut playlist full playlist

Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan 

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

All I Want by Kodaline

Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Tears over Beers by Modern Baseball

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady Lamb

I Don't Smoke by Mitski 

This Year by The Mountain Goats 

Wolves by Selena Gomez & Marshmallow 

Happy News For Sadness by Car Seat Headrest

Wet by Dazey and the Scouts 

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Inarticulation by Rio Romeo 

The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes

Break by Alex G

Stressed Out by twenty one pilots 

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

TV by Billie Eilish

Things to Do by Alex G

Take Me to Church by Hozier 

the way things go by beabadoobee 

Mind Over Matter by Young the Giant

I'd Rather Sleep by Kero Kero Bonito

anything by Adrianne Lenker

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by The Smiths

Pretend by Alex G

Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse 

Time Moves Slow by BADBADNOTGOOD & Samuel T. Herring

Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis

Twin Sized Mattress by The Front Bottoms

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms 

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

Brother by Madds Buckley

Where Is My Mind? by Pixies

Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence

Lone Star by The Front Bottoms  

the fruits by Paris Paloma

Girl With One Eye by Florence + the Machine

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton

Symphonia IX by Current Joys

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Sarah by Alex G

Race by Alex G

lucy~ by Corbon Amodio

Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

Not Strong Enough by Boy Genius 

Gilded Lily by Cults

The Archer by Taylor Swift

BritRock by McCafferty

Beachboy by McCafferty

Bottom by McCafferty

Fentanyl by McCafferty

Trees by McCafferty

Candy by Alex G

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

You're My Best Friend by Queen 

Abbey by Mitski

Vampire Empire by Big Thief

Vampire Empire by Adrianne Lenker

That's Life by Frank Sinatra 

Wasted Summers by juju<3

The 30th by Billie Eilish

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Static by Steve Lacy

The Gold by Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers 

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Habits by Genevieve Stokes

Best Friend by Rex Orange County

Revenge by XXXTENTACION

Over & Over by Rio Romeo

Heather by Conan Gray 

Freaks by Surf Curse

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker

Creep by Radiohead

Feel Better by Penelope Scott

Casual by Chappell Roan

Never Enough from The Greatest Showman 

Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman

Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Once More to See You by Mitski

Back to Life by Mother Mother

Black Hair by Alex G

Sandy by Alex G

Stay Behind by Mother Mother

Wait for Me (Reprise) from Hadestown

Cold as Ice by Blacklite District  

Brown Shuga by Sir Mix-A-Lot

Fable by Gigi Perez 

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Death Cup by Mom Jeans.

She Knows by J. Cole

Christmas Kids by Roar

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I Love You So by The Walters 

Midwests Best by Nik Salah

Picture You by Chappell Roan

Cop Car by Mitski

St. Chroma by Tyler, The Creator 

No One Noticed by The Marias

we can't be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande

Apartment by Modern Baseball

Au Revoir (Adios) by The Front Bottoms 

Bag of Bones by Mitski

Bobby by Alex G

Brand New City by Mitski

Brave as a Noun by AJJ

Broken Cash Machine by Modern Baseball

Burn from Hamilton

Change by Alex G

Come into the Water by Mitski

Cupid by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Dead-Bird by McCafferty 

deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

Dread in My Heart by Mother Mother

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

Fifteen by Taylor Swift

First Love / Late Spring by Mitski

Fool by Frankie Cosmos

Francis Forever by Mitski

half return by Adrianne Lenker

Hickey by Nik Salah

Would You Fall In Love with Me Again from Epic the Musical

[aarcanechaoss]

Two: Dancing Queen

Masterlist

Song: Dancing Queen

Warnings: NONE

Notes: Noelle is the Dancing Queen

Also it’s Christmas Eve here when this is published so HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Noelle awoke from her nap with a jolt, music was blaring throughout the Black Bulls base- a tune that was… familiar?

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

Without a second thought Noelle was up and down the stairs heading outside- the music getting louder as she did.

Friday night and the lights are low

Looking out for the place to go

Where they play the right music, getting in the swing

You come in to look for a king

Family black streaked silver hair came into view, Selene, beside her was Rowan with his warm ochre skin and low rumbling voice and Tristan with his gold-white hair shining bright under the afternoon sun.

Tristan and Selene were in the Golden Dawn- Rowan in the Black Bulls with herself but… why were they singing?

Anybody could be that guy

Night is young and the music's high

With a bit of rock music, everything is fine

You're in the mood for a dance

And when you get the chance

The trio turned her way, the rest of the squad doing so too- revealing a very pretty cake.

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen

Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

The trio rushed forwards, placing a paper crown on Noelle’s head, her pezzottaite eyes welling with tears.

It was her birthday… and she had forgotten it.

But they hadn’t.

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on

Leave them burning and then you're gone

Looking out for another, anyone will do

You're in the mood for a dance

And when you get the chance

Selene grabbed Noelle’s hands, spinning the royal around until Vanessa caught her, handing her to Charmy, then Finral, then Magna and Luck, to Nero and Gray, past Gauche (who was dancing with Marie- when did she get here?).

Then Fana was with her (them growing to be friends slowly) and Meroleona, then Mimosa and Kirsch. Even Fuegoleon spun her around for a moment- passing Zora and her siblings who didn’t look happy to be there.

Noelle spied the other Elves far off with the other Captain’s just as Asta passed her to Yami who hoisted her till she was sat on his shoulder, looking at the group who’d come to celebrate her seventeenth birthday.

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen

Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

[ronancecore]

Chapter 6: Acceptance

“Phewww...that was close, did he notice us?” Robin asked, Nancy let out a huge sigh. “Better not.” Robin face is concerned on her bestfriend, there's no way Jonathan did that thing what she's thinking, it might broke Nancy's heart so much because she really loves Jonathan. “Hey, I'm not suspecting him but be careful.” Robin warns her bestfriend. Nancy frowns, She stared at Robin directly. “He's not that kind of guy Robin...You didn't know him very well” Nancy's voice become more serious rather than irritated because there's a part of her agreeing with Robin.

Nancy want to say something more but the waiteress interrupt them. It's Vickie again she's waiter slash cashier. “Excuse me, here's your order” She place the foods on the table before she leave, she smile at Robin. The brunette didn't notice it but Nancy does “Robin that girl smiles at you...” Nancy's voice become more teasing. Robin drinking her milkshake but blushing trying to hide her feelings. “Stop! You are making me embarrassed” Robin trying to focus on her drink, Nancy glance at her bestfriend while eating her hamburger. “You look cute when you are blushing so hard..like a tiny tomato head” Nancy laughed. The brunette shows more bashful expression, she don't know why she's blushing so hard maybe because of Vickie's precence or Nancy's comment about her reaction.

After eating at diners “We a lot of free time, where should we go?” Robin holding her bike while they are walking around neighbourhood “Let's go in arcade! I want to forget about everything” there's a pain on Nancy's eyes, Robin knows her bestfriend might overthinking something. She agreed with Nancy, that's the best thing to relax and unwind for a bit.

Nancy immediately run in the dance machine. “I can't dance, I'm not good” Robin standing there looking at Nancy's moves “Oh come on... Just give it a try, like this” Nancy take robin hands and pull her closer.

You are the dancing queen,

young and sweet

only seventeen ohh yeahh

the sound coming from dance machine.

Every step feels like a passing hour for them. Holding hands, chuckling together. Like no one is there alone with their own world. Also the eye contact tells Robin's hidden feelings but she brush it off, her mind is confused having a crush on Vickie or it's just passing attraction, and lying to her own self but she need to move on, to accept things might not change for Nancy, and their relationship. She need to be happy without Nancy's reciprocation.

[lucysarah-c]

Holy Ground "MC" creation and birthday

This is, not at all, an important detail but I felt like sharing. First I want to clarify that, while I do not believe in astrology. I find it extremely entertaining despite the fact that I know absolutely nothing about it.

With a friend from here, @nube55 , we were discussing the rising signs of each Holy Ground main character etc.

And I suddenly realized that I have never confessed to you, the readers of this story, the only detail I selfishly allowed myself to add.

I had always wanted to separate myself from the Main Character of the story (aka MC, the reader or YN) because it's just …not me, I'm not that person. Not even when I read it or write it I think of myself. I'm aware it's a self insert but the character I have in my mind it's my OC, that while some OCs are self-inserts this is not the case. I try to add as minimum as possible details of the MC so people can feel that they are "her". That's why when I draw her I don't even give her name, she has one in my head but I feel like if I don't give it people would keep thinking of her as "them".

Anyways, the only pure detail that I allowed myself to add to that character was … her birthday. And I do have a "logical" reason why and another not so logical hahaha.

The logical one first, please. MC is meant to be, almost the entire story 17. Why? You may be asking, then the answer is simple. I feel 17 holds a lot of "power" as an age for women, or at least for me. I feel there's this sort of society or literature idealization of the age "17". You're an adult but not just yet. You're almost there but you're not there.

The sexualisation of innocence in the Girlhood but at the same time the protection of "well she's not a girl anymore either". This sort of "loophole" where being innocent is a sort of "she's a good girl! A good traditional girl!" But also the idea that "... She's been through it, I'm sure … like she's not a girl anymore". Before turning 18 and suddenly everybody expects you to not be a "prude"

You see my point? This is exactly what the reader is going through. She's in her "peek" of "I'm the center of the attention, I'm a natural ingenue..I'm a girl with my girl dreams of wearing a pretty dress and won prom queen" but at the same time she's running out of that magical spell, like Cinderella close to midnight, where people are starting to think that "she's too old to play the princess in distress and needs to get down to reality".

But also the "OH NO how you dare to act like a woman! You're supposed to be an immaculate angel!"

I had always thought that 17 holds that meaning. That power. Also because I always think of MC while listening "Dancing Queen" by ABBA 🤣 "You're are the dancing queen. Young and sweet. Only seventeen"

Then dates. You know I'm obsessed with everything being calculated and dates are no exception. I think "specific" dates in a story hold power. Tell me, me writing "oh we got together in March" in chapter 16 would have felt the same as her saying "We got together on the 24th of March," ? No, it didn't. Didn't it?

Now about literatura purposes. I like the idea that the story is a mix between a "far away fairy tale " And a "autobiography". So I like this idea of "on the summer of my 18th, you looked me in the eyes and told me that you loved me. When she's narrating, she always talks about "the summers of my …" "the winter of my…" to which we conclude she has a SPECIFIC age during winters and summers.

Her birthday can't be in the middle of those seasons because it would make it weird. So she needs to have a birthday either during Autumn or Spring.

During early Winter or Autumn there were already too many events and she was training with Levi during Autumn so the story would start either with her turning 17 or never touching her birthday at all. Which wasn't the intention. Then, we are left with Spring.

In March they get together, April is like too soon and, as I said, I wanted her to be 17 most of the time. July was too late. It had to be in May and in numbers that I liked it lol. 7 was too early, 13 was TOO MUCH Taylor swift even for me lmao and the option was left between 17 or 27. And my birthday was 27 so, I decided to treat myself and allow her and I to share a birthday.

In conclusion, MC turns 18 in the story on the 27th of May. Making her a Gemini.

All the other stuff: moon, rising, Venus, etc. We can discuss it if you want haha I have no idea.

[labyrhythm]

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine. You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen.

When I dance, they call me Macarena There's dancing And the boys, they say que soy buena Behind movie scenes They all want me Behind the movie scenes They can't have me She's the one that keeps the dream alive So they all come and dance beside me From the morning Move with me Past the evening Chant with me To the end of the light And if you're good, I'll take you home with me

[crystalvalley]

CONFIRMED Sunsparkle is the dancing queen 💃 👑young and sweet ☀️ only seventeen 🐎

She is living her best life !

[inland--empire]

I can just imagine Goldie just like genuinely having fun for the first time in a long time with someone that she likes, loves even and just letting loose for a while... it makes me tear up a bit

She took the chance...and now she's the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen...