#the ballroom kid

[snoozebin]

ᘏ ballroom ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⭐️ extravaganza ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[mazia6]

Made my first animatic!

Forever despairing i cant make my digital look like my trad, gotta work harder OTL

Editing is so hard too??? Couldnt figure some things out so I gave up lmao, will learn for the next one hh

[gaylittlewizardcat]

I completely understand people who say they don’t like Cats, it’s not everyone’s thing and it doesn’t have to be. But people who act like it’s objectively bad? They genuinely baffle me. Like are they unaware it’s one of the highest grossing musicals of all time??? Or do they choose to ignore it on purpose cause they’re scared of the truth?

[bokettochild]

we as a society should normalize dancing as a social activity again

[kanamesengoku]

Akagi-pair’s variations are so cool...

[bunnygirl678]

Pasio fic where Fantina teaches a dance course and Silver and Red get signed up by their respective boyfriends

[of-wildflowers-and-stars]

#5

part 2, part 3

The floor was a dizzying swirl of colors. Skirts of every color brushed across the floor and into the air. Shoes of every style clicked as the partners were set down. Everyone clapped in time to the music as they changed partners mid-dance. 

Villain leaned back against the pillar, feeling rather nauseous.

“You’re looking green, my friend,” a server approached Villain with a smile. “An hor d'oeuvre should help. Here.” They held up their platter. The smell of sour cider and blue cheese toast wafted up to VIllain.

BIle rose in their throat.

“No thank you,” Villain said tightly. Something passed through the servers eyes the Villain couldn't quite place. Annoyance, perhaps? That didn't seem quite right. 

Before the Villain could decipher the look, the server gave a quick bow and left, weaving through the dancers. Villain picked their way across the ballroom towards the balcony. They were nearly there when a blur raced across their peripheral and straight into them.

Hero paused dazed for a minute. Then they looked at Villain. The brightest smile Villain had ever seen split their face.

“Villain!” They shouted, though their face was mere inches from Villain’s. Hero looped their arm through Villain and skipped around in a circle, dragging Villain along with them. Hero laughed when they stopped, grabbing onto Villain’s shoulders for support. “I din’t–didn’t know you were there–here too!”

This night had not ceased to surprise Villain. However, Hero laughing and dancing with Villain was shocking. Villain looked into their eyes as Hero swayed on their shoulders. Their pupils were dilated and bloodshot, and their breathe smelled strongly of cider and cheese. Hero looked drunk.

“Hor d'oeuvre?” Villain’s head snapped around. Another server stood patiently with a platter of cider and blue cheese spreads.

“Oh Villain you must try one.” Hero exclaimed, shaking Villain’s shoulders. “They are to die for.”

“No thank you,” Villain told the server, ignoring Hero’s whines. Irked, the server bowed and left.

Hero stopped swaying, regaining Villain’s attention. They stared unmoving, unblinkingly at the server. No, Villain realized, at the hor d'oeuvres. Re-examining Hero, Villain noticed the blue veins popping from Hero’s eyes and neck. There were blue stains on their mouth too.

Villain studied the ballroom once more. All the rest had similar features.

“Hero?” Villain asked, nudging Hero’s head to look at them.

Hero didn't respond. They dropped into Villains arms as the ballroom filled with the sound of bodies thunking to the floor.

[singlethread]

Vibes were even better the second time seeing it 🥺

[icarodamiano]

Hammerstein Ballroom | New York City, New York | December 2, 2022 | LOUD KIDS TOUR

via daisydeangeliss

[lcvclywon]

im so bad at writing rich kid aus i either make them sound like the most out of touch bitches ever or like stupid nepo babies there's no in between

[8iunie]

So italian🇮🇹🍕🍷 (2019) vs Italian af🇮🇹🍕 (2022)

[fauvester]

do any of the adoption kids dance? what's their taste in music? also is there a story behind the splash on iskra's right forehead temple?

OMG i have so many silly little thoughts about postcanon Cardassian youth music

I love my post-WWII cultural timeline for cardassia, which puts 20 years post-Fire sort of in the mainstream jazz/swing era. Out from the dignified waltzing of Garak's youth and into furtive lindy hopping in basements and bombed-out factories after government curfew.

Iskra definitely sneaks out to go to parties with the rest of the disillusioned youth of Prime. Garak knows. She knows he knows. He desperately yearns for a Cardassia filled with dancing and music and so he will condone youthful rule-breaking.

Mels suggested Romulan pop (rpop you might say) becoming a chief cardassian cultural import and I think that that's hilarious so I'm claiming it. Garak hates it but it's ubiquitous. Electropop cover of the Anthem of the Cardassian Union. Iskra Idan and Jocasta love it and play it constantly.

Young Elim listens to Terran music that he's picked up from Julian. They do sing-alongs on long drives. It's very sweet because neither of them can sing for shit. Jo listens to Cardassian classics and the occasional classical Vulcan or Andorian piece while she works.

Idan plays the Romulan harp (vulcan harp, but Romulan style [e.g. violin vs fiddle]). The harp itself was a gift from Bashir's parents. He mostly just toodles around on it for fun and appalls his Vulcan classmates with his banjo riffs.

As for Iskra's scar, it's the usual thing you'd see with being a child victim of annihilative mondicide.

[permafrown]

Tonight Ve' Dance

❥ -> Bat invites Medkit for a brief waltz. WORD COUNT : ~586 SHIP : Batscythe x Medkit (rblx) (romantic) WARNINGS❓: none! NOTES❗ : i feel so rusty i haven't written in ages. anyways this is short n sweet. also bat uses french exactly once and it's the french word for 'spin' which is just 'tour'

In the empty, gothic ballroom-esque upstairs of her house, Batscythe makes a humble request.

"Indulge me, my dear Medkit."

They move across the marble floor with a confident stride, stopping just in front of him, and extending their hand with a flirty smile.

"Allow me this dance."

Medkit gives her a blank stare long enough for it to be awkward. Despite this, they remain undiscouraged. They beckon him, mouthing a soft 'c'mon' as they wait for him to take their hand. And, with obvious reluctance, he does.

Medkit allows himself to be pulled into Bat's elegant embrace. "Just follow my lead," They murmur softly, waltzing around the room in a large circle, effectively pulling him along, one hand in his and the other on his waist.

"If you haven't noticed, I've never done this before, Bat." Medkit says after a few moments of trying to figure out where to place his free hand.

Bat giggles a little. "It's fine," she assures him. "You make a fine dance partner, regardless."

Despite his earlier statement, it doesn't take much for Medkit to ease into the motions. It's rather rhythmic; moving in a circle, one step after another, trying not to trip over the other demon's foot.

The two keep eye contact, but every now and again Medkit catches Bat glancing downwards with a nervous glint in their eyes, almost as if they're uncertain of their own movements.

Something clicks with Medkit, and he opens his mouth to inquire about it, but before he can, Batscythe speaks up.

"We're going to try a little tour, are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

With another giggle, Bat pulls away ever so slightly, raising the arm that was holding Medkit's hand above his head, guiding him into a smooth spin.

As Bat pulls him back towards them, they pull a little too hastily, causing Medkit to stumble. "Ah, ah, sorry!" Bat says quickly as they move in to catch him, supporting his body with their own.

"Sorry," they repeat.

Medkit's good eye locks with Bat's as the two just stand there, and a tiny grin graces his lips. "You haven't done this either, have you?"

Bat freezes, a soft 'ah' escaping them. They can feel their face growing warm with a rush of embarrassment. "That's.." they start to respond, averting their gaze from their fellow phighter.

"Well, I mean-" They laugh sheepishly, failing to cover it as something convincingly confident sounding. "O-Of course I have! I've practiced this for ages now…"

There's a long pause. "Of course, it was more of a.. one might say.. solo waltz, but.." They laugh again, weakly this time, clearing their throat before adding. "..Maybe it's not still so invalid, despite that."

After saying this, Bat finally looks back at Medkit, surprised to see a smile still on his face, one that's more noticeable now.

"I'm.." Medkit sighs softly. "I'm flattered." His hands find their way to their shoulders once more. "…I wish you had told me from the beginning, maybe I wouldn't of worried so much if I knew you were just as new at this as I was."

"But.. I'm still honored to be your first dance partner, Batscythe." He chuckles.

One of his hands slowly slides over their arm, until it finds theirs, taking ahold of it once more as he gets ready to continue with their waltz.

"Let's continue." He says, looking them in the eyes once more. "Ready?"

Bat can't help but smile, feeling their heart swell. "Of course."

"From the top, as they say."

[eggfeather]

nb + bi half moon? :3

real

[belost-the-watcher]

Compliments from Sivir: "Don't make it weird, but your nose looks really nice... And your posture has me wondering whether you do dancing."

"It's like I always say, the ladies love a guy with a good-"

"-nose?"

[kanamesengoku]

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