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kelleah-meah · 1 year ago
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Too Darn Hot | John Leggio | Steps on Broadway
I’m simply adding this here because I love the choreography and the variety in body types in the room. I kind of wish they used a wider angle though so we could see everyone well, but I’m not too pressed about it. 
Although I never reached this level of skill at Steps, I still like to look at videos and imagine I could keep up. 
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holyblanchett · 8 days ago
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Thoughts......are being thunk.....
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bothersomedirtchild · 9 months ago
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Look at us! What a team!
It came late, but it's great to be seen
We're a pair! Holy cow!
Baby, there's no stopping us now!
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We are indivisible, unbreakable, formidable!
Guess we ain't invisible no more!
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confuseuniverse · 1 month ago
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Girlboss
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girlishwhimsies · 16 days ago
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thinking about the economic divide in the outsiders again. sigh.
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sparkoflena · 4 months ago
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SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP.
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qprpbj · 2 months ago
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thinking about josh ponyboy half brothers au again tonight. sigh. when will it end.
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flashdoesahundredyarddash · 2 years ago
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It's Mermay and I saw so many things on Tumblr AND Twitter...especially two posts that influenced me in actually making a mermay post for DC...so I must introduce you to The Little Mermaid but Halbarry....(I have 2 more wips of this but here is part 1!!)
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Eel Barry looking at Human Hal VERY fondly
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waterdeepweave · 8 months ago
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"Who needs words? Dancing beats small talk any day."
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lusalemaart · 4 months ago
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#and i SADDLE UP MY PONYTA AND I RIDE INTO THE SIT-TAY#I MAKE A LODDA NOISE CUZ THE GURLS THEY R SO PRETAY#RIDIN' UP N DOWN BROADWAY ON MY OLD STUD LEROY AND THE GIRLS SAY:#SAVE A RAPIDASH RIDE A MEOWBOY!!!#JOHN WAYNE AINT GOT NUTHIN ON MY FRINGE GAME HELL NO!!!!#well stranger don't ya know i'd like to be yer friend... IF I HAD THE TIME TO STAAAAAAY.#BUT I'M A BRAMBLIN A BLOWIN IN THE WIND. I'VE GOT TO CATCH ANOTHER STAAAAAAAAGE.#I STRAP ON MY GUITAR JUST LIKE A FORTY FIVE. I PRAY EACH NIGHT MY AIM IS TRUUUUEEEE#and ACQUAINTANCES TURN TO FRIENDS I HOPE THOSE FRIENDS THEY REMEMBER ME#HOLD THE NIGHT FOR RANSOM AS WE KIDNAP THE MEMORIES#NOT SURE THERES A WAY TO EXPRESS WHAT U MEANT TO ME#SOMETIMES I GET TO THINKIN BOUT SETTLIN' DOWN. FADE OFF INTO A MEMORY.#BUT EVERY NIGHT THAT I STEP OUT TO FACE THE CROWD?#I KNOW THIS IS THE LIFE FOR MEEEEEEE#pokemon#meowth#ok context. to whomever it may concern. which is no one but idc i have a lot to say and no one to say it to#first off heres my like bi-annual post bc i 1. only draw f*rdekyl* and fucking detest f*re *emblem fans with a burning passion#so i hate sharing my 'art' . so heres a rare non-fk thing. bc i also hate social media as a whole it makes me sue of side all#but like 2. i have deliberately avoided scar/vio bc its a BAD GAME. and its not made well. also i know 'open world' formats#trigger my ocd. which it did exactly. but thats mostly irrelevant. but in anycase. i bit the bullet bc i was in a pkmn mood#esp after my long beloved n*te and dook*ie gave me a hankering for a pkmn game again#and my lil bro accidentally bought 2 copies years ago so i was like fck it ill give it a shot its Free#and yes the game is dogshit. however. everytime i see a meowth in the wild i lose my mind.#his jaunty little yee-haw walk kills me every time. i adore him. thus this was inspired.#alright imma head out i fucking hate this website as well as every other social media . maybe ill draw something non-fk in like a year#see ya in like a year maybe if i live that long. which i wouldnt count on bc tbh this year has been BAD in terms of my pain. im on the#EXTREME decline and can BARELY draw anymore. i want to die. i got nothin left. it just keeps getting worse so adios!#:(
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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years ago
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Costume designs by Cora MacGeachy for Stepping Stones, a musical comedy version of Little Red Riding Hood. It had music by Jerome Kern and ran for 261 performances between 1923 and 1924.
Photos: NYPL
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we-are-inevitable · 1 year ago
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For the fic title game: shallow graves for shallow hearts
(me? Digging through the lyrics of the song I'm currently listening to for a title? It's more likely than you think!)
ohhhoohoooo shit. canon era, jack leaves.
jack leaves, and that's supposed to be it. right? he got what he wanted- he got the train out west, he got a big life in a small town, and when he gets there everything is golden and sunshine and beautiful- but he doesn't feel complete, not the way he expected to.
i'm thinking that if i were to write this, i'd write it as like,, a letter fic? start with jack sending letters with shaky handwriting and dodgy spelling to the lodging house, because he knows there are some kids there who know how to read and they can relay his stories and his messages. the envelopes are always stuffed to the brim with his initial letter, and he usually includes four to six drawings in it- Santa Fe is gorgeous, just like he knew it'd be, and he wants the boys to see that he was right. maybe even sending them some money, too; he doesn't make much as a ranch hand but it's more than he thought he'd ever see, and he truthfully doesn't need that much. he doesn't know what he'd ever spend it on, so he'd rather send it to the boys who need it.
so he keeps this going, detailing all of the adventures he's been having (even with a gaping whole in his chest) and telling them about a girl he's been going steady with (one that reminds him of a certain blue eyed boy without the same spark), and this continues until one day, one of the men he's living with in the bunkhouse on the ranch brings him a letter.
a letter from David Jacobs, all the way in New York City.
more under the cut!
david's letter is much better than anything jack could ever send. his handwriting is lovely- and a little hard for jack to read- but jack is able to figure it out eventually, and it's nice. david updates jack on the news from the lodging house, and tells jack all of the little things that the boys want him to know about. no one seems very upset at him for leaving- not from david's words, at least- but even so, reading the letter makes jack's chest tight.
and this continues on for a while. jack will send letters to the lodging house and david will respond for the boys, until jack gets a little brave and starts sending david letters directly, too. he sends the boys money and drawings and sends david his deepest, darkest secrets- how he misses new york and his "penthouse," how he loves his current job but misses his boys- how he misses katherine, and crutchie, and davey.
jack never meant to have a shallow heart. he needed to get away, he needed to escape- and he never realized that doing so would just tear his heart in half even more. he wakes every morning feeling physically better than ever- fresh air will do that to you, he assumes- but he feels like he's on his deathbed half the time because of the weight on his chest and the hole in his heart.
but he stays, because he made a commitment, and he can't back out on his dream now.
the letter-writing goes on for years. eventually, jack starts getting individual letters from racetrack and crutchie as well- they made it out of the lodging house- and jack continues to write to them alongside his writings to david. those letters to david, his davey, started so innocently- how is he doing, how is his family, the likes- but now when jack writes them he feels a tug on his heart and when he reads david's letters he finds himself flustered and he doubts he would ever be able to say these feelings out loud, but there's something there- and he knows he isn't imagining it because david feels the same, and has written the same in his letters.
i imagine when it hits the three year mark, when jack has been here for three winters, when jack is no longer the new guy and is instead helping the new ranch hands in the bunkhouse, it all feels too familiar and he aches with it.
he gets drunk on whiskey and writes a candle-lit letter about how much he misses home, because this isn't home, this will never be home. he gets drunk on whiskey and writes about the boy with the blue eyes and a fire that's still present even in his words on paper. he gets drunk on whiskey and sends the letter despite his better judgement.
the next letter he receives from david is simple. all it says is, Come home. We will be ready, and I will be waiting.
so jack goes back home, and jack finds his family again.
and jack finds david, too, and maybe his grand plan for his life never involved living in a "bachelor pad" next to a conveniently single David Jacobs, but he can't say he's complaining, either.
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allmylovecatherine · 3 months ago
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lizzy mcalpine flowers at elsie fest…… save me
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elynalime · 1 year ago
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justin saying ' i say we go to this ball yall ' in the obcr just . does things .
like it has this smooth , curly , really really gay , italian quality and it just . gives italics ??
i cant explain it ?? but also i want to write like a 5000 word essay on that one line and just . every little . accent and emphasis and the way it just . sounds .
someone help me
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oldtimeydetective · 1 year ago
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MITSKI MUSICAL????? as a person who has been trying to explain to anyone who will listen how last words of a shooting star sounds like a song from a dave malloy musical, this news is for me and me only
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bowtiesandneckerchiefs · 6 months ago
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Anyone knows where I can watch Every Little Step (the documentary about A Chorus Line) outside of the US?
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