#stasha's back

[princess-ibri]

do star and asha have kids in your world? also are there any Disney movies not part of your world?

Here’s a little design for a ‘Stasha’ kid (sure, that can be the ship name xD )

I think they’d probably name him Sabino after her grandfather

For your other question, about half the sequel films arnt, the Pixar films (apart from Brave ) are pretty much all their own thing (I go back and forth on Toy Story), Nightmare Before Christmas is it’s own thing, Big Hero Six is it’s own thing, and that stupid cow movie also doesn’t exist

[popironrye]

Art block hitting me like a mother-

Decided to throw a little meme together.

It's no shock I got a lot of ocs, and thanks to a mutual who had me sit down and go through them, I got 34 ocxcanon ships alone. So narrowing this meme down wasn't easy. But I gave it shot! Read more if you wouldn't mind me rambling some more <3

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Because They're Cute: Laura Kinney (specifically from the X-Men Evolution cartoon) snagged the cute category cause she's as adorable as she is deadly. And with her is my x-men oc Savannah Lane, to whom I am very attached to so I had to include her. I think the two work best as misunderstood friends that mirror Sabretooth and Wolverine on paper and grow to care deeply for one another. X3

Because They're Pretty/Handsome: The Captain from the Hellsing Anime is one of those characters that intrigue me and made me want to see more of him. Like Savannah, the oc of choice I ship with him is another I hold very dear. Luciana Rosa. The two have a great back and forth as enemies to lovers as the two go from opposition to Luciana fighting for a more equal partnership where The Captain is always by her side that turns into something more when Luciana defies death by becoming a werewolf and loses everything she had. <3

Because They're Sexy: Victor Creed (In this instance, the Origins: Wolverine version) is THAT kind of character for me. The oc I started off with him is Janet Lane. Savannah's mother. And what was going to start of as a one time fluke actually became a more on again off again thing cause I liked their ship so much. Heck in a alternate take of the movie where Victor and James roles are reversed, I actually made Janet and Victor married and he's a great family man. The two may not be the most official thing in my mainline, but a mutual casual hookup every now and then is good too...for now. ;3

Because They're Badass: Had to get another Hellsing character in here, and who better than Integra Hellsing herself? I created my oc Henry for no other reason than I wanted to go a much more old fashioned long family name to uphold the business where Integra actually has kids of her own. And I am so glad I did, cause their fankids are characters I love! But even beyond the kid aspect, I do think Integra and Henry are really cute. Henry is practically a non goth Gomez Adams. He adores the ground Integra walks on and would do anything for her. :3

Because I Feel Bad For Them: Oh Teddy Lobo, you pathetic chaotic dumbass. Obnoxiously loud and over confident to the point I can't help but think it's all a big act to shield away some deep insecurities, fear, and cowardice. For this reason I went the whole gang warfare angle and created Anastasia Zbikoski. A feisty Slavic goth goddess part of a rival mob family. They two are super fun to write as the most intense enemies to lovers that may turn into a bit of Romeo and Juliette situation when Teddy realizes that while he loves to annoy the hell out of her and wreck her family business, he doesn't want her dead. Stasha on the other hand loves to inflict pain on Teddy whenever she can, but actually killing him never comes to mind. As far as she'll admit, killing each other would cause too much inner conflict with their families, but truth be told she'd miss him. XP

Because I Relate to Them: Ok, I'm cheating on this one, but I wanted to talk about both of them, so there. As a codependent twin myself, I feel the heck for Stanley Pines in Gravity Falls. But of course I couldn't leave out Stanford! Especially with all you weirdos that love to villainize him. I will be taking no Ford slander here! Anyway, the ocs for the gilf twins are Frida Guevara for Ford and Wanda Lovelace for Stan. Frida and Wanda have been childhood friends for years, they're practically sisters. Wanda got Frida out of an abusive marriage and helped her raise her two daughters. The two have lived together for decades, and the wholesome dynamics between them and the brothers is sweet. :)

Because They're My Type: Cheating again, but IDC! Technically the ocs I ship with the lost boys keep the boys poly, so I say it counts! In the picture shows Paul and Dwayne, who I think would be my type the most, but really I would be doing a disservice not to say David, Star, and Marko are totally my types as well. I mean, they're 80s bad boys, most have long hair and facial hair, ride motorcycles, and are secretly monstruous blood thirsty vampires. What's not to love? Just for them, I have the ocs Barbara Whitman, Stevie Holloway, and Maryanne Briggs. A trio of witches that catch the vampires eyes for their unique style and hearty personalities. Plus they're hot goths, what's not to love? For these girls I chose to keep the boys poly, meaning I not only ship them with all 4 girls (4 cause I gotta include my girl Star), but each other as well. I like to keep it like this for unique dynamics and a wide pool for their relationship that would be too limiting if I'd ship them monogamously. After all, the member that winds the girls into the vampire circle isn't any boyish charms, it's Star and Barbara's openly bisexual ass. XP

Because They're Underrated: Maxwell Lawrence from the same movie, you are loved here! For the main antagonist of the movie, I don't see many people talking about him. Granted they're so many good characters in the lost boys, I can see while our vampire dilf often gets left behind his much more show stealing lost boys. But for me, he needs love and that love comes in the form of my oc Judith Fairbourne. A older mother of girls. (and lycan but cross that bridge when they get to it) who he just swoops in with the goal of calling him the mother of his weird little family. It actually works well in his favor as I think Judith and Max work well off each other, in that older with more life experience way. Judith is very receptive to Max's flirting and does much flirting of her own. Max gets a chance as a girl dad and getting parenting tips from Judith while she gives the boys some much needed motherly attention. In addition, Judith's triplets and baby daughter have this cute sibling dynamic with the boys and I just think they're neat.

Because of Their Hatedom: While I know she's super popular in the male furry kink community, the general feedback I've seen is some pretty unfair hate on Loona from Helluva Boss. Sure, she's overly aggressive and moody to people that may not deserve it, but the amount of people I've seen wish actual death on her is crazy, especially in defense to Blitzo who is also a tragic victim of abuse and copes by being overly rude, violent, and creepy. I'm serious when I say that I think if Loona was a male character with the same mannerisms and slap stick, she wouldn't be as hated. You gotta remember Loona is a young adult coping from a life of being abused, abandoned, and treated like the lowest lifeform in Hell. Blitzo's attempt to be a family with her is admirable, but showering an abuse victim is affection will not make them better. Kinda got off track there, ANYWAY my oc for Loona is Georgina Satin, a fellow hellhound modeled off the African wild dog. She's similar while being the complete opposite of Loona in the way she delt with similar abuse, but she hides it with an overly optimistic, cheery, and helpful personality. Plus she's a bit ditzy. The two are really cute together and Georgie will always be there to show Loona she's not alone, while Loona helps Georgie come to terms with her own past abuse.

Because They're Comforting: Technically this one falls into a self insert ship, but my mummy sona is very much an oc in her own right. Ardeth Bay is a beautiful sight that makes me happy to even think about. The Mummy 1999 is my favorite movie ever and it's also a comfort movie. Meaning the characters in it are also my comfort characters. And to further bring comfort, I made Eleanor Arnold. A friend from many past adventures with Rick before he went to Egypt. Ardeth and Ellie are from completely different worlds, coming together in best ways possible. <3

Because I Don't Like Their Canon Ships: Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls is one of those characters I just don't care much for the ships other people ship with him. Actually surprising to me, the other characters on this list as far to my knowledge are single. And while Dipper technically is too, he's the only one that has shown interest in other characters. It's weird, I've never noticed most of my ocxcanon ships were like that where the canon character isn't shown to have a partner. Anyway for Dipper I got an oc named Belladonna Wixx. Technically a old character I basically killed and used the foundation to make a new one cause she needed an update. Her and Dipper have this cute friends to lovers thing going on, being good friends as kids before giving each other a chance later. Plus Bella has a male best friend named Manny that hangs out with Dipper a lot, cause I think Dipper should have some friends to go alongside Mabel with Grenda and Candy. So came Bella and Manny. :3

Because I Can: Oh I have a reason for shipping Bowser from Mario alright, but it means I'm getting into those 'hear me out' arguments since he's a giant turtle. Well for this giant anthropomorphic fire breathing turtle, I made an anthropomorphic insect in the form of Princess Poppie Honeycomb. She's fun cause I made an entire kindom and species name for her. She's a giant, wind controlling, flying hornet that I think just look really cute. Give Peach a break dude, she's not interested. Get yourself another girl that'll give you the time of day. XD

[innervoiceartblog]

"And so,

today she stopped hiding it.

She decided to go on a journey

with her baggage.

She carried all of it

to the land

that nurtured the soles of her feet.

She wore a tiny crown.

Because her baggage

as much as it had been a weight and

a secret;

a shame,

and messy embarrassment,

was also that which made her to be

who she was!

So she ritualized it.

She took a deep breath

deeper than Lake Baikal

in Siberia and spoke,

"I declare my baggage

a celebration of myself!"

The winds swelled like a pregnant sea.

and licked her face

kissing away her salty tears.

The moon cried

out of gratitude

that something so small

could carry so much honesty.

She realized that her journey

would go easier

and be lighter

if she released what she no longer needed.

She was attached to her baggage!

How would she dispose of it?

She sorted and piled up the stories

and the pieces

and took away only what could fit

into one small bag.

She stood with her back

to the weight of old things

and waited

for the song of the universe

to guide her further."

- Stasha Ginsburg - The Wild Matryoshka.

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

[chaoticrebels]

NAME : Anastasia Rose Nott  NICKNAME : Anya, Ana, Asta, Natasha, Stacey, Stacia, Stasha, Tasia, Tasie AGE : 16 -19+ BIRTH DATE : Nov 11, 1979 GENDER : Female ORIENTATION : Biromantic, Bisexual LOCATION : Nott Manor, Hogwarts PROFESSION : Student, Entertainer BLOOD STATUS : Pure-Blood SPECIES : Human ❪ Witch ❫ HOUSE : Slytherin WAND : 11¾", Sycamore, Phoenix Feather PATRONUS : Fox HEIGHT : 5'9" WEIGHT : 132 lbs HAIR : Brunette EYES : Blue TATTOOS : A few PIERCINGS : Ears SCARS : None FACE CLAIM : Meika Woollard

Biography

Anastasia Rose Nott was born November eleventh, nineteen seventy-nine to Mr. and Mrs. Nott, she is the twin sister of Theodore Nott. After the death of her mother, the twins was raised by their father, who was a Death Eater. On September 1st, 1991, Anya started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into Slytherin.

Growing up, despite the fact Theodore was five minutes older than Anastasia, the twins were close. So close that they were practically each other's best friend, fiercely protective of the other. Although Theo was a bit more protective of Anya, which sometimes bothered her but she understood so most of the time she shrugged it off. After all when she was six, she almost drowned in frigid water after she fell through the ice while playing which scared him to death. And it didn't help that she was an adventurous and curious child, always finding herself in trouble with their father.

During their school years, while her brother was more of a loner, she was a social butterfly. Such a charismatic charmer that her friends would often tease her that she'd leave a trail of broken hearts with that charm of her. Yet despite that, she was still guarded and careful who she let get close to her. Wasn't naïve enough to let someone hurt her, and anyone who was brave enough to try, well she almost felt bad for them because anyone who dared hurt her, had to deal with her twin when he found out. But once Anya lets someone get close to her then she is fiercely loyal to them, would do anything for them because that's how much she cares for them.

While Anastasia may be beautiful to some, there is definitely more to her than looks. She is more intelligent than she lets on, plus she has a heart of gold that some would say she could fit into Hufflepuff for her kindness alone but she would argue that she could also be put in Ravenclaw for her creativity and intelligence. And besides she's ambitious, cunning, resourceful, determined, stubborn. Can be a bit vindictive when someone hurts someone she cares about, certainly isn't afraid to take risks, which gifted with being incredibly shrewd helps with that. She is also a bit egotistical and a bit selfish at times, even though she tries her hardest to stay down to earth and humble. She's quite confident, though she has her insecurities. And she absolutely hates showing vulnerability, unless she trusts someone enough. So really she thinks her house fits her just fine.

While Anya grew up with some belief in pure-blood supremacy, because it was hard to completely ignore all of her father’s ravings about the way society should be, she didn't quite believe in all that bullshit. And she certainly didn't support the dark lord's cause so much that when Potter exposed her father as being a death eater, she wasn't even bothered by it. Just snickering and rolling her eyes at anyone who'd make a comment about it to her, though she felt bad for Malfoy who were having a rough time with Lucius's exposure.

When the Battle of Hogwarts broke out, she initially evacuated because her twin deemed the odds of the Order of the Phoenix’s success to be too low. After all there seemed to be around thirty adults present, and the rest of the people determined to fight were Hogwarts students or graduates from the last few years. And neither twin was really keen on the idea of dying young, but then she decided to sneak back to Hogsmeade under a disillusionment charm to see what was happening. Ending up joining the reinforcements because she couldn't sit back and just let people she knew die for nothing, plus at least if she died then she died a hero.

After a few too many close calls, Anastasia wasted no time in returning to Theodore. Which she spent most of her time with after the battle was finally over, though she did opt in returning to finish her final year. Dragging her brother with her, though it was definitely different. And once the twins finally finished school, they spent an year deciding what they wanted to do now. Which eventually Anya decided to travel and entertain people with her stories, by acting them out, even occasionally singing and dancing for them as well. Honestly she was just trying to live her best life.

FACTS

Loves going on adventures, exploring new places

Loves a good mystery and certainly loves trying to solve them

Loves being underestimates so she can prove people wrong

Loves to create stories and make art to go along with them

Loves to read, loves getting lost in the stories

Loves listening to music, wizard and muggle but she keeps her love for muggle music a secret for reasons

Loves singing and dancing, though only does it when she's alone or with someone she's comfortable around

Loves entertaining people with her stories, going so far to act them out.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

I finally wrote something..

Its not Stiles. And it's not Natasha... but it's something. And I am so freaking excited that I was able to put something down and I was able to finish at least a scene.

I don't know that there's anyone here that really has missed any of my work but if you are out there I am sorry. I have no idea what it was that happened or how but I couldn't write.

I wanted to go back and finish off The Pull and Friendship & Fate before I even so much thought about looking at anything else. But Stiles and Stasha have been so incredibly silent lately that I feared for a long time that my muse was broken.

I have tried time and time again to get Stiles and Natasha to talk to me and they don't... Which is frustrating as hell cause Aaric has a story to tell.

I have written something for an entirely different fandom though and it's nowhere near as long as my usual work and I want to strip it bare and re-do it... it is mine.

I am hoping that this will help me feel better about writing in general. I want to finish the stories so many used to love. i want to finish the stories that I love... I know what their ultimate goal is but... I tend to write like a pantser and so I am so curious to see how these characters I love will get me to their end goals...

[msexplorer]

And so,

today she stopped hiding it.

She decided to go on a journey

with her baggage.

She carried all of it

to the land

that nurtured the soles of her feet.

She wore a tiny crown.

Because her baggage

as much as it had been a weight and

a secret; a shame,

and messy embarrassment

was also that which made her to be

who she was!

So she ritualized it.

She took a deep breath

deeper than Lake Baikal

in Siberia and spoke,

"I declare my baggage

a celebration of myself!"

The winds swelled like a pregnant sea.

and licked her face

kissing away her salty tears.

The moon cried

out of gratitude

that something so small

could carry so much honesty.

She realized that her journey

would go easier

and be lighter

if she released what she no longer needed.

She was attached to her baggage!

How would she dispose of it?

She sorted and piled up the stories

and the pieces

and took away only what could fit

into one small bag.

She stood with her back

to the weight of old things

and waited

for the song of the universe

to guide her further.

~Stasha Ginsburg

Image: on photo

The Wild Matryoshka

[figurelifeflirt]

2022 Nepala Memorial entry #8

Senior women free program

Lara Naki Guttmann(ITA)

Thoughts: first off, this music choice is wonderful. I love this finishing pose more every time I see it.

Kristen Spours(GBR)

Thoughts: It’s very rare that I like when spoken word is used in programs. And it also didn’t happen here.  

Ema Doboszova(SVK)

Thoughts: this was a brave music choice.

Senior women short program

Kristen Spours(GBR)

Thoughts: I like the front of her dress better than the back.

Ema Doboszova(SVK)

Thoughts: her hairstyle is very pretty. But she suffered some hard slams. And she has twig arms. Be careful.

Senior Short Dance

Polibina/Golovishnikov(POL)

Thoughts: Stasha still needs help with her dismounts. But she looks stunning during her lifts.

[moonlitfirefly]

And so,

today she stopped hiding it.

She decided to go on a journey

with her baggage.

She carried all of it

to the land

that nurtured the soles of her feet.

She wore a tiny crown.

Because her baggage

as much as it had been a weight

and a secret;

a shame, and messy embarrassment

was also

that which made her to be

who she was!

So she ritualized it.

She took a deep breath

deeper than Lake Baikal

in Siberia and spoke,

“I declare my baggage

a celebration of myself!”

The winds swelled

like a pregnant sea.

and licked her face

kissing away her salty tears.

The moon cried

out of gratitude

that something so small

could carry so much honesty.

She realized that her journey

would go easier

and be lighter

if she released

what she no longer needed.

She was attached to her baggage!

How would she dispose of it?

She sorted and piled up the stories

and the pieces

and took away only what could fit into one small bag.

She stood with her back

to the rest and waited

for the song of the universe

to guide her further.

This song is a charm.

Wear it like a lace bracelet

Give thanks.

For the polarity

Of the shadow

And the light.

And for the journey.

The adventure

Of Becoming.

words: Stasha Ginsburg

The Wild Matryoshka

Image: Gwendolyn Kraehenfuss

Thanks to Stuart Britton— this poem (and a few others! has been composed into an incredible and complex a choral symphony piece!

[rebelsparkles-beyou-boutique]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: LIQUID Pink Shiny Biker Jumpsuit Catsuit sz L 10-12.

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Romanogers | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

Requested by @blairwaldcrf

The meeting is probably about to start. No one has tried to call in the last ten minutes or so which makes a nice change from the twenty texts and voicemails waiting on both phones. It's a good thing Natasha silenced them after the first three, but she's still surprised that Steve, as a light sleep as he tends to be, hasn't stirred at all.

She's more relieved by that, actually. It's been so many restless nights of him getting out of bed after an hour of trying to drift off. So many three am cups of coffee. Too many crack-of-dawn runs around the streets of New York. She's been toying with suggesting he see a doctor for some kind of help for the last week or so.

Her phone buzzes somewhere on the floor. She ignores it once again. Something she severely hopes is not going to come back and bite her when she does finally get around to checking it; knowing her luck, there's some kind of world-ending event occurring and she's closing her eyes to it for the sake of letting Steve get in a few extra hours. It's worth it.

Steve's phone buzzes this time and she groans quietly into her pillow. Now that she's thought it, there's a pit in her stomach, growing concerned that something might actually be wrong and it's not just Tony lecturing them for not being "responsible."

She carefully unwraps herself from Steve and goes to roll onto her side to find her own phone. She's stopped mid-search, dangling over the edge of the bed as Steve's arm curls around her with a gentle tug to bring her fully back.

"Leave it," he murmurs into her shoulder. "I checked mine when you went to the bathroom. Nothing's wrong. They cancelled the meeting."

"Why?"

"Well, we weren't answering and nothing of importance has really happened to update on recently. All of the texts and calls are from that group chat Thor added us to. It's him and Darcy and... Korg, I think his name is, arguing about some video game."

"I forgot to leave that chat," Natasha says, silently scolding herself for not doing so when this is the result. At the very least, she needs to mute it.

Steve chuckles quietly, but it fades out as he kisses her shoulder, then buries his face into the back of her neck. It's only just occurring to her that she has no idea how long he's actually been awake, potentially just lying there with her arms wrapped around him, pretending to be asleep.

She turns herself around in his arms now to get a good look at his face, having been staring at the back of his head for the better part of the morning. There are dark circles under his eyes but they never really go away. His eyes themselves look a bit brighter than they do most days, even with the half-lidded, sleepy look to them.

Sighing softly, she strokes his cheek. He smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed again, enjoying her gentle touch. It's almost a shock to her system. Someone embracing her touch, trusting it implicitly, so much so that he lowers every single guard and makes himself vulnerable to her.

She swallows hard. Then she kisses him, startling him momentarily. He quickly melts into it and kisses her back, curling his arm a little more securely around her.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asks in between, peering at him as he opens his eyes again. "You seemed peaceful. For a little while, at least."

That pretty smile crosses his face again. It somehow still manages to make him look like some innocent boy despite his full beard.

"I'm always peaceful when I'm with you," he replies, but when she raises an eyebrow, he drops the evasive tactics. "Yeah, I slept okay. I've not been awake that long. Drifting in and out since you got up."

Natasha finally smiles back. "We could just... go back to sleep now that we don't have anything important to do. Not that I planned on actually getting up for that anyway, but you know."

"Sounds good to me."

[letsgo5outopenmymind]

oh I have to write this dream dowm

-my uncle giving my mom a special camera to photograph the pitaya flowers at night

- i was at this dystopian mad max fury road quarry looking place where everything was so muddy and they held all these people to work on the mines or something and it was really scary cause periodically I think at the end of the shift you had to bring everything all the clay minerals you collected and also fruit or any other food or gift you could to the boss but they like left you to your own devices there meaning it was survival of the fittest if you weren't smartest or fastest or if you were too kind you would end up with nothing... they had some celebrities there .. loona was there some pokemon were there i think some r&b singer from the early 2000s but idr who some ppl I went to school with it was kind of like a super strict boarding magical school and people were sent there as some sort of vague punishment I guess we were all excommunicated from the rest of society for some vague reasons... and this one influencer girl who was super rich got there and was like idc im going to post about all of this and she got up on some sort of indoor balcony that was close to the ceiling and got on the mic and started yelling and and the secretary was introducing her was like we advise people not to scream and then the amplifiers on the ceiling like exploded on her and she fell from the balcony hit her head and was acting like all traumatized bc of that and then they found out who the girl who told her all the gossip and took her away.. but anyways back to the end of shift offerings it was like my first one and i didn't get anything and was super nervous bc i was watching the ceremony and even people with decent gift were being humiliated and the loona members were reassuring me a little bit ;_; but when it got to my turn i was judged as a legendary Pokemon (that doesn't exist it was a sun/cog pokemon) so i was sent to another room because legendary pokemon were met with wayyy lower standards and I was let go just fine but i ended up finding a way out of there somehow and i was at this dark street where all the concerned relatives and friends of the people inside were waiting for them.. oh there was this whole thing about the people inside telling us that we could live at any time but if we did we would become forgotten/forsaken from everyone else's memory.. which made everyone really scary but that's when I found out that was a lie because everyone was there waiting for them and from a distance we could see this one trans woman (she looked like stasha sanchez telling them that she used to be inside as well and that they should fight to free their loved ones and i think that made them start a rebellion then idk what happened but they started transforming into monsters and zombies but they were just wearing Halloween costumes! But they really became inhuman undead monsters and wanted to kill people even their loved ones that they helped escape it was either kill or be killed so we had to kill them and everything went back to normal it was like the evil tyrannical academy never existed

-then i after all that we were walking down the street just appreciating all the peace and quiet and then we came across some sort of party on the street it was like carnival we approached it and got into it met some people and i started lip syncing a duet with this random girl next thing i know i was being recorded for a music video (?) and i was the star of it xDd then some celebrities start popping out and then boom KYLIE MINOGUE comes out grabs me by my hands and makes me do a twirl and I'm screaming to all my friends omg i can't believe Kylie minogueeeeee then after some time I'm walking home and i was already famous everyone was talking about me and like this dude recognized me and hit on me

sorry for the long post on your dash ^_^;;

[lostinmcyt]

hello lost my beloved, I haven't properly slept at all, went to bed at 8 am and woke up at 1 pm. played minecraft the whole night. why is it so hot here

also have some pics of my axolotls, respectively named wilbur (yellow), techno (pink) and sappho <3

hello Stasha my beloved, thank you for the gift of axolotls! they are wonderful and the names make them even better ^_^

sorry to hear you haven't slept well, but I mean, I assume playing Minecraft was worth it? hope you can get some rest in the evening ❤️

we had few cooler days but now the heatwave is back babyyy, so, I feel you on that front

please accept a photo of this prisoner in return for the axolotls:

[ao3feed-stevenatasha]

Back to You ⇾ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3bljxnf

by Romanogers_Evansstan

What I wanted for Steve and Natasha from Infinity War-Post Endgame times (Updates Every 3 Days)

Words: 394, Chapters: 1/38, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Romanogers - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Emma Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes/Wanda Maximoff

Additional Tags: romanogers - Freeform, winterwitch - Freeform, stasha - Freeform, Captasha - Freeform, Pepperony - Freeform, stevenat - Freeform, Stevetasha - Freeform, capwidow - Freeform

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[innervoiceartblog]

There is a community of creaturas, or characters, personas and archetypes within you. Some of these are beneficial. Sometimes they are not. Some of them have your back. Some of them do not. Some of them want you to suceed, and some of them do not. Some are foolish, and some are wise. Some are magical and some are medicinal and some are healers and some are guardians and some are evil and some are good and some are unique and do not yet have names. There may be animal beings and human echoes of our ancestral past and parts of our fathers and mothers and teachers and people we have interacted with and encountered along the way. Sometimes they journey deeply within and are difficult to find and sometimes they are on the surface taking center stage. All the you that is you is a gigantic living container of story. And you contain all of the parts of the story as well as unfinished stories and stories of the past and seed stories for the future. You can rewrite your stories or Reright them. You can edit them and you can disregard them. You can step on them and you can shove them into closets and you can be afraid of them or forget them. Stories live and breathe through you. Each of us is a living, breathing art of story to be discovered to be reclaimed to be devoured to be resurrected to be owned to be made more whole. There are many ways to be a story and to see a story and to act out a story. There are many ways to work with a story. Some of the ways we work with stories end with us spinning and spinning and spinning the same ole story yarn. And sometimes, something magical happens, with a magical story guide we spin our old story into gold. For more info, reach out. My work is undergoing a spiritual upgrade. I am passionate about story work and it is clearly time we own and reclaim our power from within our stories. You are the elixir of your story. Your story is the elixir of your journey. Words: The Wild Matryoshka Stasha RedWolf Image: Alexandra Dvornikova

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Queen at The Forum.. Inglewood CA USA 1977

One of the dancers Stasha Vlasuk is talking about her dance experience with Queen that night :

I’ll admit I wasn’t too familiar with the music of the British rock group Queen.  The year was 1977, the month of December, in Los Angeles.  I was invited to perform at a dinner party where Queen, in Los Angeles for several concerts, was the guest of honor.  The job came to me through Dianne Webber: my teacher since 1974 and the director of the dance company I performed with, the Perfumes of Araby..

Although I don’t remember the venue location, I do remember the spacious banquet room: it had a dark wood bar on the far side and over by the dining tables it even featured a small raised stage that we happily used.  After the performance as I was getting a drink of water at the bar, one of the British guests left the group and approached me to chat.  As we exchanged pleasantries, I remarked that the party was for the rock group Queen.  Smiling, he pointed out several of the guests: “Well that’s the singer, and that guy’s the bass player.  The tall guy’s the guitar player – and I’m the drummer!” 

An invitation to the next evening’s concert included a pass for myself and a guest.  I brought my younger brother, an excited fan.  It was an spellbinding performance, including all their popular songs in a large stage production with special effects.

I sat across from Freddie Mercury and enjoyed studying his face.  With his narrow eyes, high cheek bones and prominent front teeth, he looked very much like many young men in my Persian audience at Kolbeh and Andre’s.  I also performed at several Armenian supper clubs: Michael’s, Haji Baba’s and Sayat Nova.  Like many belly dancers, I had picked up small talk in the languages of the people with whom I worked so I initiated Persian small talk with Freddie.  Impressed, he told me that although born in Zanzibar to Persian parents, he grew up in London and didn’t speak Farsi fluently (good thing since neither did I!)  Freddie asked if I’d be interested in performing with Queen the next evening (the last show of a long tour) during the encore.  As it was almost Christmas, they were planning to have several characters (dancing reindeer and gingerbread-men, Santa, etc.) and I’d fit right in!  I extended the opportunity to Jane and Denise (the other dancers) , of my dance team from the dinner party, who were happily available.

On Dec 22, 1977, Jane, Denise and myself met at the concert venue: the Los Angeles Forum.  David Brown, Queen’s manager, carefully explained when we’d appear and how to get up on the stage, introducing us to the gentleman who would alert us to our show time then lead us to the stage.  We relaxed in our own dressing room and waited for our cue.  We could hear all the superb music and the wild response of the sold-out crowd; reviews called it one of the best concerts of the year.

As the encore began, Santa brought a large sack on stage and opened it: no, not toys, it was Freddie!

He crawled from the sack onto Santa’s shoulders and sang the iconic “We Will Rock You”. 

The final song was “Sheer Heart Attack” and that was our cue!  About a dozen entertainers piled on the stage: clowns, reindeer, and ginger-bread men, while balloons and blow up dolls dropped from the sky onto the audience. 

As we took to the stage the roar was deafening.  It was a thrilling experience to project to an audience of over sixteen thousand.  I extended large movements up to the people in the “nose bleed” section, and brought my focus down to the front row – where I saw someone I knew!  He was wearing my publicity T shirt, screaming and pointing at me! 

After dancing around the stage parameter with the other band members, I joined Freddie front and center and we danced joyfully through the end of the song.

 At one point I remember Freddie reaching out to grab me; all you working dancers reading this know: this is not unknown in a live dance performance!  Just like my show in a supper club: I did a back-bend flip spin, cleverly eluding his grasp while not losing a beat or my smile.  I remember the final chord lasted a long time and I began to spin.  That long last chord continued and I continued to spin, tanoura style: losing myself in the experience; this seemed to go on for quite a while!  Suddenly it occurred to me that since all the other characters had stopped yet I was still spinning I may be garnering too much attention in a show that wasn’t mine!   I stopped and bowed to the band … then acknowledged the band to the audience, just like I do at the end of my show in a supper club!  

My performance space had always been intimate Middle Eastern supper clubs, weddings and private parties: where the soulful, subtle and articulate movements could be easily seen and a oneness space could be achieved and shared.  In this performance for over sixteen thousand, perhaps it was boldness to believe I could reach such a large audience.  Yet in that moment, I felt that boldness had power and magic in it.

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2022 JGP Poland Stage 1 entry #31

Junior pairs free program

Golubeva/Moore(AUS)

Thoughts: It’s not often I turn down these golden, glittery dresses, but Stasha wasn’t doing it for me.

Vouillamoz/Giniaux(FRA)

Thoughts: scary fall on the throw triple sal. Oxana had a hell of a time getting her speed back up afterwards.

Murakami/Moriguchi(JPN)

Thoughts:

Junior pairs short program

Vouillamoz/Giniaux(FRA)

Thoughts: when did these two start getting bigger numbers?!

Murakami/Moriguchi(JPN)

Thoughts: Do they still need a little work, yes. But it makes me so happy to see Japan getting brave and having more pairs teams.