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[3garcons]

Preservation Hall Jazz Band in Troy NY 2023 Nov

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by my beloved no.1 chappell roan stan @cordiallyfuturedwight thanks my darling <33 i can only apologise for the lack of ms roan here... i swear good luck babe has been on repeat i don't know what happened

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[in-a-continuous-daydream]

Does Zac Efron know he changed lives with the 2008 High School Musical: Senior Year “Scream” scene or what??

[fionnemrys]

My view of the stage for the Indigo Girls tonight. Second row, center! We are packed in like sardines. Good thing IG fans are a friendly bunch. 😉

[astral-cowboy]

Abed is a tally hall listener. Troy only listens to them when abed does. They both like two wuv.

[selfdiscoverymedia]

LM24-42. Whitty & Hall "WHAT!!!! "  

“For the LOVE of Music” with Sara Troy and her guest George Whitty & Ellis Hall on air from October 15th When music legends George Whitty and Ellis Hall decided to turn their long time mutual admiration society into an official partnership, they committed full throttle to recording their explosive contemporary twist on classic R&B and came up with a clever branding idea.  Rather than simply…

[billiesbossanovas]

It’s all in the eyes..

Billie x gn!reader

Pt 2

One shot? May go further who knows!?

Not proof read at all Al sorry for any mistakes 😭😭

University AU

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Studying music at university was not something you ever thought you’d get into, when you were younger, you wanted to be a police officer, then owning your business, then an artist and then well, you never really knew what you wanted to do. So when it came to enrolling for a subject at university, you enjoyed music subjects in school, so why not?

You thought it would be easy, but no. It was hard it was gruelling. The amount of writing that was invoked all the theory, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. It’s been three months and you weren’t enjoying it, well most of it. You were mainly showing up to lessons because of a girl in your class, she was cute, and your friends teased you all the time about it.

Right now you sat on the field just outside of campus, Troy, one of your best friends sat on your left and Ava, your friend since you were kids, at in your right. “She totally likes you” Ava laughed as she picked up her bottle and drank from it, you scoffed in response. “Come on man- I see the way she looks at you” she adds before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Troy asks watching as she stands up. Ava tells them she has lecture and wanders off towards one of the lecture halls. “She’s right you know.. Billie likes you, even if it’s just a little bit it’s there” he laughs and nudges you with his shoulder, you lay down on the grass with a sigh.

You live your hands up to cover your face “I don’t believe it. She’s probably just looking at someone else that is near me and it looks like she’s looking at me- it happens more often than you would know.” Troy moves your hands away from your face and gives you an unimpressed look.

He lets out a sigh and lays down next to you “dude- okay, she’s gunna be at this party next weekend. Why don’t you come with me? Then you can have some liquid courage and talk to her” he smirks, and you lightly kick him in the shin but agree to it. “Great I’ll see you there” he smiles and gets up before leaving you sitting laying on the field alone.

You sit on the field thinking for a while, then you pull out your phone and call your mother, she answers quickly with some concern to her voice “I’m fine mama” you laugh lightly before sitting up “but I have a question” you pause for a second before taking a deep breathe in “how do you know if someone likes you?”

Your mother lets a soft sigh down the phone, you can just imagine her putting her hand to her chest and a soft smile in her face “ahh.. it’s all in the eyes my baby” she gives you a soft hum “that’s how I knew your father loved me and I him, he couldn’t stop looking at me, and when I caught him” she stops mid sentence remembering how they got together. “He had this look in his eyes, one I couldn’t look away from.” She lets out a soft laugh. “That’s how you know.”

You smile as she talks, “thanks mama, I’ll let you go now” you both say your goodbyes and ‘I love you’ before the call ends. A sigh escapes your mouth before you stand up and make your way to the dorm.

The next weekend rolls around quickly, quicker than you anticipated. When the time rolls around for you to get ready, Troy sits on your bed as you go through outfits together, eventually both of you decide to just go with a pain of cargos and a baggy jersey. When you finally get out of your dorm you and Troy can spot where the party is from across campus. The music is loud, really loud, obnoxious took and the lights where blinding, rgb, that you were sure everyone on campus could see, which was confirmed when you walked through the door and saw nearly everyone from campus in the house or around it.

Not even five minutes later Troy ditches you to go make out with a girl in the corner, you sigh and cringe when you see him with his tongue down the blondes throat. Dealing on shrugging it off and trying to get through the crowd of people to find a drink, and hopefully Billie. After five minutes of you trying to get through to the kitchen without interrupting peoples conversations or make out sessions, or accidentally getting caught in a make out session- you pour yourself a drink and scan the room, seeing if there’s anyone who you recognise or remotely even know so you could talk to them.

That’s when it happened, you locked eyes with her, you could of swore you saw a shine in her eyes when she saw you, you couldn’t pull yourself to look away, the words of your mother echoing in the back of your mind ‘it’s all in the eyes’ that’s when you decided to stop being a pussy and talk to her, after you finish your drink. You drink it in one go and slam your cup down in the counter before walking over to her, she was wearing baggy jeans, and an oversized plain white t-shirt, she smiled at you, you smiled back awkwardly, realising the confidence you had not even five seconds ago had fizzled out. “You can talk to me you know.. I don’t bite” she bite her lip and took a sip of her own drink.

“Yeah-yeah you know- uh.. we’re in the same class-“ she smiles and laughs softly as you stutter over your words.

“Yeah.. y/n right?” She smiles and talks with some more, until the music changes and you struggle to hear eachother properly. Every time she speaks all you get is fragments, your confusion must show on your face. Billie gets the hint and leans in closer to you, her mouth by your ear, she smiles as you blush slightly. “I said..” she takes a moment taking in how your breathing changes slightly. “Let’s go get a drink.” She smiles before pulling back and biting her lip, when you take a little bit too long processing what just happened, she cocks her ahead to side snd gives you a soft smile.

“Oh uh- yeah sure” when you realise she can’t hear you, you just nod, you turn to go into the kitchen only to be pulled by her in a different direction, she pulls you through the house, her hand slipping further down your arm until she reaches your hand, it’s at this point you wished you’d wiped the sweat off your hands before walking over to her. Troy’s spots you walking with her holding onto your hand and gives you a thumbs up before pulling pulled into another make out session by a different girl, you cringe at him the focus on Billie pulling you into the garage. The music is quieter in there, and no one’s around, just the two of you.

“But I- I- thought..” your words fizzle out as you motion your free hand over to the door you just walked through, Billie lets out a soft laugh and gives you a sympathetic look as she walks over to a refrigerator, her hand leaves yours, you already miss the feeling.

“Yeah well.. I could tell you’re not a party person” she mumbles as she opens the door to the refrigerator and pulls out a can of beer “and there’s better drinks in here anyway” she smirks and holds her hand out for you take a can from her, you walk over and take it off her and find your self leaning against the fridge as you look at her.

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking, not bothering to talk to anyone who walked in to the space you two stood in. You got to know her, really know her, she told you stories about her childhood, how she was finding the classes. Her voice was so sweet, you could listen to it all day, she could talk about the most boring subject in the world and you’d take in every word simply because it was her talking to you. And you told her jokes every now and then, and she laughed— wholeheartedly laughed at you stupid jokes, ones people told you to stop telling because of unfunny they where, but she got them, wether she was laughing because of bad they where or because eh found them hilarious, you didn’t care because she laughed at them, and she looked beautiful while laughing, the way her hair bounced and her eyes squinted slightly. She was perfection.

Five minsters before the time you had told yourself you were young home, you found yourself leaning against an old work bench, Billie situated infront of you, a drink in her hand, and you taking a sip from whatever was in the bottle you were holding. “Hey- I got another joke.” You mumble out as she finishes her rant about one of the songs she was working on for the exam.

“Oh yeah?” She asks putting the can she held down on the neck next to you, she was close to you, close enough you could see her shirt move when she was breathing, you stutter in response in response and go to speak, Billie moves her hand to the back of your neck, and pulls you into a kiss, her free hand rests in your thigh, your eyes instinctively close, the bottle in your hand drops to the floor and your hand moves to gently hold her waist, the other hooding into the work bench, as if it wasn’t your fall right floor, the kiss lasts about a minute before she pulls away, her hand plays with the hairs that reach the back of you neck, she bites her lip and smirks as you look at her dumbfounded.

“So what was the joke?”

[burntheedges]

Pas de Deux Chapter 8

Din Djarin x f!reader | 2.5k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: Swan Lake brings some surprises, including meeting someone new.

a/n: Happy Wednesday! See my notes at the end and on the masterlist about reader in this fic and ballet in general. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, touching, dancing, ballet terms (see end notes and the masterlist for definitions and videos)

Chapter 8

Between Midsummer and Swan Lake it may have looked like there was a lull in the schedule, without a mixed program in mid-March. But in reality your practices for Swan Lake, the April mixed program, and Cinderella simply expanded and claimed all of your time.

Rehearsals for the two-week run of Swan Lake were going well, but you were a bit nervous — you were dancing the pas de trois for the first time, after all, and it was a role that most often went to principals. You knew there had been a bit of surprise when you’d been cast for it, and you were trying not to think about it. (Adrian had already teased you again about being promoted, anyway.)

Your rehearsals with Din continued to go well, too. For the week of Swan Lake, Kuiil moved your practice to Tuesday and had you working on the third movement. Even with the move your rehearsal was cut short, though, as you had a week of final rehearsals for Swan Lake that took priority.

As you gathered your bag, Din came and stood next to you and asked, “how are you feeling about this weekend?” You smiled at the warmth you could hear in his tone, which you still hadn’t gotten used to in your interactions, but had become a constant presence since your talk.

“Good, I think. I mean, I think all of me is sore, but yesterday I felt like I finally nailed it, so hopefully it goes that well this weekend.”

He reached out and touched your upper arm lightly. You’d noticed he’d gotten a bit more comfortable with casual touch, since you’d been touching more in the choreography, but it still surprised you. You tried not to show it. “You’re going to be amazing. That role is perfect for you.” 

Din sounded so certain. You fought back an emotion you refused to look at too closely, let alone name. “Oh! Thank you. I, um. I hope so.” 

The corner of his mouth lifted in the tiny smile you were becoming addicted to. “I’ll probably be there on Sunday, with Grogu.”

You grinned. “Has he seen it before?”

Din shook his head. “He didn’t see many CBC shows before we moved. I think he’ll love this one. Even if it is a little scary.”

“Well, I’m glad.” 

Din turned and walked with you down the hall towards the largest rehearsal room. “If he’s not too tired, we’ll come backstage after. But we’ll see.”

You glanced at him. You had almost asked if you could meet Grogu, but were afraid it would be too much. Maybe not, you thought, since Din seemed to be suggesting it. “I’d love that.”

You stopped by the door to your rehearsal, and for a moment you just smiled up at him, until the start of the music inside spurred you into action. “That’s my cue.” 

Din reached out again, and for a moment you thought he might be about to squeeze your hand. But he lifted his hand instead and brushed it against your upper arm briefly. “See you tomorrow.”

You nodded and forced yourself to go inside.

…

To your surprise, you didn’t have to wait until Sunday to meet Din’s son. 

During the dress rehearsal with the orchestra on Thursday, you heard the whispers backstage before your performance — Din and a little boy no one had seen before were sitting in the almost empty audience. You smiled to yourself, wondering what had prompted him to bring Grogu, and if they were still planning to come to one of the actual performances.

As you took up your first position on stage, you let yourself glance out at the seats and found a familiar set of shoulders about 10 rows back, just off center. He was leaning to his right, talking to a familiar little boy you could barely see over the seat in front of him. You felt warm as you watched them together for just a moment.

You let the feeling that welled up in your chest at the sight of them push you forwards and upwards. You’d worried that knowing Din was in the audience might make you nervous, but somehow it was the opposite. Maybe because you were getting to know each other’s dancing so well, but it pushed you, instead. You swore you could feel his eyes on you as your jumps went just a little bit higher and your turns landed just a little bit cleaner. 

You fought a grin as you took your final position, but the sound of two sets of hands clapping — one big, one small — almost made you lose the battle. You let it take over your face as you bowed before stepping off stage a few moments later.

Adrian slipped his arm into yours as you headed for the dressing rooms. “Where did that come from?” He whispered, raising his eyebrows at you.

You shrugged, still smiling. 

He rolled his eyes at you before releasing you to head backstage again. “Sure. I saw your little audience of two, you know.” He winked and then he was gone, heading back the way you came before you could come up with a response.

You turned the corner towards the dressing rooms, ready to get out of your costume, and were surprised to find someone waiting for you in the hall. Two someones, though one was much smaller than the other. 

The corner of Din’s mouth was turned up in a barely-there smile. Your grin returned before you consciously noticed it. 

“Din! Hi,” you said, a bit more breathlessly than you’d intended. “What are you doing back here?” Din was wearing jeans and a brown long-sleeve sweater that looked so soft you had to resist reaching out to touch. 

He gestured at his son, who was standing half behind his dad’s leg. “Grogu wanted to come say hello. He liked your solo.” He rested his hand lightly on his son’s head, who then looked up at his father before glancing back at you. Grogu nodded, just a bit, and you smiled down at the little boy. 

“Hi there,” you said, crouching down to his level. The floaty skirt of your costume flared out around you and Grogu’s eyes widened. You introduced yourself. “I’m so glad you liked it.”

“It was pretty,” the little boy said in a small voice. 

You bit your lip. So cute, you thought. “Thank you. Are you going to come see it this weekend?” You looked between him and his dad, and found Din had gone a bit expressionless. You blinked, surprised.

But he nodded, and confirmed, “on Sunday. We were just dropping by today and poked our heads in.”

You looked back at Grogu, deciding to ignore the sudden return of Din’s expressionless mask. It had been a while since you’d seen it, when it was just the two of you. “Well, you’ll have to tell me what your favorite part is after, ok?”

He nodded and smiled shyly at you, revealing a little dimple in his right cheek, and you smiled helplessly back. Din had the cutest kid.

You stood and said goodbye to them both. At the door to the dressing room, you turned back once more to find Din looking at you, still expressionless. You waved, feeling a bit silly, and then went inside.

…

On Sunday, you found two familiar faces waiting for you after the show yet again. Grogu grinned up at you as he held up a bouquet almost as big as he was. 

“Din, you didn’t —” you took it as he shook his head, cutting you off.

“You danced it beautifully,” he murmured, and you looked down to see Grogu nodding. 

You bit your lip. “Well, thank you. These are beautiful.” You bent down a little. “What was your favorite part, Grogu?”

“Yours,” he said, matter-of-fact in that way little kids were so good at. “It was the best.”

You grinned and ignored the way you felt your cheeks heat. “Oh! Well, thank you. That’s very nice of you.”

Looking back at Din, you were mildly surprised to find him staring at you. “It was,” he said, tone even.

You weren’t sure what he meant. “Hmm? What was?”

He reached out and brushed his fingers along your arm again. You shivered. “The best.”

You felt your face get so hot you wondered if he could feel it from where he was standing. “Din—”

He shook his head and shrugged. “It was.”

You looked between him and Grogu, who nodded, and smiled at both of them again. You tucked your flowers a bit closer, warmed in the face of his obvious sincerity. “Thank you.”

…

As the April mixed program and then Cinderella approached, you were finding it harder and harder to ignore the way you felt every time Din touched you.

Being touched by other dancers did not usually feel like this. You touched each other all the time — in partner work, for so many kinds of choreography, to help each other stretch. To keep warm backstage, even. It never really felt like anything but companionship and cooperation, to you.

But with Din… it was different.

In rehearsal the week after Swan Lake he suggested adding a glancing touch in the second movement as the first physical contact between you. The way his fingers danced down your arm as you moved apart reminded you of how he’d touched you backstage, after your performance. It stole your breath and his fingers left goosebumps in their path every time. 

It was torture. His strong hands curved around your waist for a short lift and you forced yourself to breathe through it. You slid down the front of his body in a slower release from another lift and you ignored how warm and firm his chest felt against yours. You felt almost unprofessional, every time his touch sent shivers up your spine. But you couldn’t seem to get used to it or make it stop.

The way he’d started looking at you wasn’t helping things, either. You caught him, in class, with a soft look in his eye. And then later, when Kuill was having you practice a part of the piece where you were alone on stage, you looked in the mirror and found him gazing at you with such emotion in his eyes that you had to wrench your eyes away, almost thrown off balance out of your pirouette.

You felt like you were teetering on the edge of something big. But you were also getting to know Din, and that in and of itself was enough to take your breath away.

He was so funny, and so kind. He talked about his son with love in his voice that settled somewhere in your chest, warming you. He told you Grogu had cheered when Din told him the two of you would be dancing together, and you grinned. He even helped you stretch, and on one occasion stood lightly on the boxes of your pointe shoes when you’d asked him to because your toes were so sore (and you’d tried not to make a weird noise at the immediate relief you’d felt from the extra space around your toes, but judging by his expressionless face, you’d failed).

In rehearsal, Din marveled at what he was allowed to do, now, and the styles he could explore. He asked you excitedly for your input on his changes to the choreography, on how to position his arm here, or develop that movement there. You could see, as he began to shake off the strict boundaries of his previous company, that he truly did love ballet. He loved it for itself, and you were finding that you never tired of watching him figure out how to love it for himself.

In your last rehearsal before the April mixed program, you watched Din land a complicated jump and turn sequence. When he did it perfectly, he turned to look at you and smiled, so wide you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked happy. He looked happier than you’d ever seen him. 

You felt that nameless emotion start to well up in your chest again and thought, “shit.”

You froze, and then you moved through the rest of practice in a daze. 

As soon as practice ended, you almost ran down the hallway, looking for your best friend. You spotted him walking with a small group of corps members and grabbed him by the elbow, tugging him to follow you. “Sorry, I need him!”

“What—” Adrian squawked, but you were too keyed up to laugh. 

“In here,” you said, and shoved him into the small break room with the bad couch. No one was inside, so you locked the door, and fell back against it.

“Shit,” he said, getting a good look at you. “Did you figure it out?”

You furrowed your brow. “Figure what out?”

He smiled at you and fell back onto the couch. “Your crush on Djarin is not just a ‘ballet crush.’”

Your jaw dropped, and Adrian laughed. “What?!”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Come on. I know a feelings freak out when I see it.”

You dropped your face into your hands and groaned. “Adrian, he touches me so much. He’s so funny. And kind. And he smiles at me! All the time. He keeps complimenting me. And his dancing! I am going to lose my mind.”

“Oh, dear,” he said, affecting a worried tone. “Whatever will we do, when the boy you have a crush on has an even bigger one on you?”

You dropped your hands and glared at him. “He does not.”

“Oh yes he does,” Adrian said, sighing. “Look, I can see both of you in class, ok? I am a neutral observer. I know what’s going on here. And it’s mutual. He doesn’t smile at anyone else here, you know. Not like that.”

You bit your lip against the swoop in your stomach. He only smiles at you. “But what if it’s not? Or what if it messes everything up?”

Adrian stood and came to lean next to you, against the door. “I’m pretty certain that it is. But there’s no reason to rush, right? You’re already so much better off than you were at the start. What if you just let it happen?” He nudged you with his shoulder. “He’s like a skittish horse, anyway. You gotta ease him into it.”

You laughed, finally, and leaned your head against his shoulder. “You’re right. Of course.”

He puffed out his chest and you laughed again when it jostled you on his shoulder. “Of course I am,” he agreed. “Anyway, you can take some time to figure out what you want too, you know. You don’t have to know right now. Now, tell me what sent you flying down the hallway like that.”

You told him all about practice, and how he touched you, and then at the end, how he’d looked at you and just… lit up. So happy. By the end of it, he was sighing at you again. “It’ll work out, ok? Just let it happen.”Let it happen, you repeated in your mind. “I’ll try.” You hoped he was right.

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a/n: Grogu! And yes, Adrian has been prepared for that conversation for a while. 😂 Some ballet notes -

Swan Lake - I feel like most people have heard of Swan Lake, even if you don't know what it's about! The San Francisco Ballet has a nice overview here. A lot of companies do this one at least once a season or year just because it will always draw an audience. Reader's part is in Act I (at Prince Siegfried's party). The pas de trois (and another) is usually two women and a man, and as that overview puts it: "Full of tricky steps and opportunities for each dancer to shine, this dance offers a chance for a few principal dancers to show their stuff, or for a few up-and-comers to make a big impression." I linked to the variation (solo) reader will be doing in the chapter. A lot companies do something based on Petipa's choreography (which is not the original, technically), which is 4 acts. It's been around for so long and done so many ways that there are a lot of different endings and variations and even characterizations! Everyone puts their own spin on it. There's a nice list of some alternate endings and the parts in each act on the wiki page. One of the most famous parts is the dance of the little swans. Here's a version from the Bolshoi, here's a comparison of the Bolshoi and Royal Ballet productions where you can see how it can differ, and here's one from ABT. And here's a few funny versions!

Dress rehearsal - a lot of companies will do a dress rehearsal, the day before the show starts, especially if working with an orchestra. there might also be on-stage not-in-costume rehearsals with the orchestra, but not as many as you'd think. So they have dress rehearsal on Thursday and shows on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

That was mostly it, this week! please tell me if I missed something you wish I had explained. a bit more feelings than new terms this week lol

[elementalwriter67]

I’m listening to Epic the Musical again (shocking I know) and maladaptive daydreaming as one does. So now it is my personal headcannon that the Apollo Cabin uses places around the camp to re-enact the musical when it is not actively in use. It’s only while they’re not in use because Chiron gave them all a lecture and dish duty and pegasus pen clean out for a month because they disrupted training one day while re-enacting the Circe Saga resulting in a few (read: multiple) injuries so now it’s either use non-active areas or don’t do it at all. And the Apollo Cabin would sooner die than not re-enact any musical much less Epic the Musical, so they do as they’re told.

They have a handful of places that are on rotation. 1st is the Mess Hall/area and they love to use this one to re-enact the ithaca saga because the pillars, torches, and tables make recreating “Hold them Down” and “Odysseus” real nice. And yes they do incorporate actual weapons. Don’t tell Chiron.

2nd-The wall is used on the occasion for the Troy Saga but it gets tiring climbing to the top so they switch it out every now and again for the amphitheater. It’s a lot easier to climb.

3rd- The Canoe Lake gets used a lot for the ocean saga and the underworld saga. Yes they do canoe across it every now and again for the authenticity. No they do not care about the concerned looks they get from other campers. Yes their spear throwing skills have improved because of the “aim for the sky” bit. They will occasionally use the lake for the Thunder Saga as well but they like to use a different place a lot more.

4th- The Amphitheater gets used a lot more for the Wisdom saga and the Circe Saga (though they do like to swap in the north woods every now and again for the Circe Saga because the Nymphs like to participate in that one every now and again.) They use the amphitheater mainly just because it feels right and that’s the best explanation you’re gonna get from them. Sometimes you just gotta go with the vibes man.

5th and final place is Cabin 1 and yes they do preform inside the cabin and yes it is used because Thalia is basically never home and well Jason’s dead so it’s free real-estate and yes they use it for the Thunder Saga and the Thunder Saga only. They’re pretty sure using it for the Thunder Saga is the only reason their cabin is still standing to be honest, Using this location did take a while for the whole cabin to warm up to because many of them were like “Zeus barely tolerates our dad he’s gonna fuckin kill us if we use his Cabin for this and he catches wind of it.” Eventually they all chilled out and started using it for it when enough of them hadn’t died for using it. Unbeknownst to them the only reason Zeus doesn’t do anything is because the damn musical does a good job representing him and damn it all if it isn’t catchy. So he lets it slide. For now.

@clea-nightingale

[anxiousalene]

The Ithaca Saga 👑🏹

*Warning mentions of SA and this is 2 parts*

Ok, let’s do this one last time. OK, SO THIS ENTIRE SAGA HAD ME IN TEARS LIKE THOSE LAST TWO SONGS WERE DEVASTATING. BUT TO GO IN PROPER ORDER, SO ANNA ABSOLUTLY COOKED AS PENELOPE AND IS ANYONE REALLY SURPRISED? WE GET TO SEE PENELOPE SING THE CHALLENGE AND ITS JUST AHHHH. I love how she sounds so determined in the beginning but after the storm she starts to sound slightly more resigned like she isn’t accepting the suitors but might slightly believe that Odysseus might not come back and she doesn’t know how much longer she can fight. ALSO JORGE WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE FOR CONTINUOUSLY BRINGING BACK THE WAITING MOTIF AND IT HURTING ME EVERY TIME. AND HAVING THE SUITORS IN THE BACKGROUND LIKE THEYRE OUTSIDE HER DOOR. And then it’s hold them down, Antinous they could never make me like you. On a serious note, he’s honestly the scariest character in the show, because he’s so realistic. All the other monsters and gods are exaggerated to the point where they don’t feel realistic but I feel like almost everyone has met a man similar to Antinous who believes he’s entitled to power and women. Aaron Alexander does a great job of portraying darkness in his voice that Antinous would carry. I love the slight growls and cries in his voice when he sings. I know it’s just music but when Antinous talks about assaulting Penelope it makes me sick to my stomach as someone who has been SA’d. You almost have to appreciate how disgusting Jorge makes you feel with those lyrics. It makes the audience appreciate his death so much more. Back on a lighter note, Odysseus is probably one of my FAVORITE like fighting songs, like he is done playing games and just goes INSANE. ALSO THE FACT THAT IT'S ODYSSEUS NOW INSTEAD OF KING BECAUSE HE IS THE MONSTER!! I love how Jorge compares the palace to what they did to Troy. AND THE VOICES IN THE BACKGROUND SAYING HIS NAME BECAUSE HES THE MONSTER NOW AND LIKE IN THE PROPHECY, AS WELL AS TAKING THE TRICK FROM SCYLLA OF GOING FOR THE TORCHES. So the lyric "We are the same you and I" really makes sense. ALSO THE “We know these halls the odds can be tilted” and the response of “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it.” GOES SO HARD, ITS UP THERE WITH “Next to my wife”. I love how one of the suitors is like hey you killed our leader like let us go?? You know open arms? Which is really dirty tactic considering Polities And Odysseus goes F*** THAT and slaughters him. AND THEN ITS ATHENA’S MOTIF WITH TELEMACHUS AND I SCREAMED BECAUSE I KNEW SHE WAS COMING BACK I KNEW IT. Mico and Jorge sound so similar it’s not even funny. I always think of the "We have seen what the king will do to those with their hands in the air" line and that Odysseus just really doesn’t like party people, or his idea of fun is slaughtering a bunch of predators and that I can respect. And when the suitors grab Telemachus in the weapons room, I love how it’s sped up so you can hear them being frantic, almost rabid. AND THE ELECTRIC GUITAR IS GOING CRAZY WHEN ODYSSEUS SAYS “Mercy?” LIKE HE GOING TO TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIMB, and the lyrics “my mercy has drowned, it died to bring me home” LIKE IN THE VENGEANCE SAGA IN THE WATER WITH ALL THE CREW IS CRAZY. On a darker note again, I appreciate how Jorge straight up says what the suitors were planning to do to Penelope was rape and doesn’t dance around the topic anymore with the lyrics like people tend to do. THEN, we hear all of the screams of the suitors as they are violently slaughtered, as they should be, with the music and chorus in the background CRESCENDOING as they're saying Odysseus, which goes insanely hard. After that, it’s the first of the final two songs that made me SOB 😭 Like Mico and Jorge did this scene SO WELL. (go to the 2nd part)

[aevellewritessometimes]

So I'm insane and also multifixating, so here's my attempt at linking TOUCHSTARVED characters to songs from EPIC.

Note: Since little of everyone's backstories is known as of now, I'm going to throw in a decent amount of theory/speculation. Also, "linking" could mean anything from a whole song to part of a song to just the general vibes of a song

The Troy Saga | The Cyclops Saga | The Ocean Saga | The Circe Saga | The Underworld Saga | The Thunder Saga | The Wisdom Saga | The Vengeance Saga | The Ithaca Saga (here)

The Challenge + Vere

Darts again yippee.

Okay. So I think that it's likely that during Vere's route, once Feelings have been established, that Vere is gonna have to keep those feelings hidden in order to keep the Senobium from using MC against him.

Now, along with whatever it is they have him doing this time, he has to keep up a facade and buy MC time as they work to free him.

Who know what lengths he'll have to go through to keeo up the act and buy them time. But in the meantime, he'll be waiting.

Hold Them Down + Leander

Please do not let the fact that I had at least one Leander speculation written down for each saga trick you into thinking that he isn't my least favorite of the main five. Now onto yet another Leander speculation.

Putting emphasis on the "Can't you guys see we're being played?", "This is how they hold us down", "Where in the hell is our pride and our rage?", "Here and now there's a chance for action, here and now we can take control, here and now burn it down to ashes, channel the fire inside your soul!"

A little while back, I found a "Leander is a revolutionary" theory. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find it since, but that's kinda what I'm going with for this one. If anyone knows what I'm talking about, please tag me so I can link it here.

Picture this: Lowtown is tired of the suffering and neglect put on them by the Senobium. Leander is well aware of this. He has been for a while.

For years, he's been gaining the trust and adoration of Lowtown. Tirelessly working for free to try and alleviate at least a few of their problems.

But now, he knows the Senobium's weak spot. And it's time for the locals to show their appreciation for what Leander has done for them all this time. And he knows exactly what he needs to say to get them all riled up...

Odysseus + All Five

Is this just me manifesting a scene where the chosen LI goes absolutely ape shit in MC's defense on every route? Yes, it absolutely is.

I have a lot of thoughts but no clue how to coherently express them, so instead I'm just gonna list each line that made me think of a character.

"For twenty years I've suffered": Vere, except he has suffered a hell of a lot longer than that.

"I. Have had. Enough.": Vere again, except now he's about to fuck thses bitches up.

"Somewhere in the shadows lies an agile deadly foe": Once again, I think of Vere. But I also think of Mhin.

"You don't understand it, this man plans for every fight!": Leander, maybe. Could also apply to Mhin, if you ignore the word "man"

"He's using the darkness to hide his approaches": Vere, my beloved

"We're empty-handed, up against an archer": Mhin is a hunter. Surely they know how to use a bow, right?

"We know these halls, the odds can be tilted" "You don't think I know my own palace? I built it!": Vere. Sure, the Senobium tower is not a palace, and Vere certainly didn't build it and doesn't own it, but I'm sure he's been there the longest, and therefore knows it very vell. Also, if the theories going around about Kuras once being affiliated with the Senobium are correct, there's a chance he might know the tower's halls (?) as well.

"...Let's have open arms instead-" "No.": Mhin, Kuras, and Leander. They finally decided to throw away whatever was left of their moral code(s).

Just the general vibe of the whole song: Vere and Ais. It would be the perfect background music for them as they just go ham on whoever decided to play FAFO with them.

I Can't Help But Wonder + ???

Yeah I've got nothing for this one, sorry.

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? + All Five

Just wanna see the LIs do something that they might consider to be truly unforgivable (yes, even Vere) and doubt that MC would continue to love them, only for MC to respond by declaring that they still love them anyway, and always would until they died.

Bonus points if MC sounds very exasperated before doing so.

(More bonus points if Vere specifically just kinda goes "oh, duh" afterwards because I'm pretty sure MC already knew exactly what they were getting into)

[3garcons]

Half Waif at the Lift Series in Troy Music Hall April 2023

early edition

[sereinsea71]

jegulus are so precious to me. they are everything: the sun and the star, grumpy (meanie)/sunshine, black cat/golden retriever, best friend’s brother, enemies (rivals) to lovers, star-crossed lovers, opposites attract, achilles and patroclus, one fell first/the other fell harder, right person/not enough time,

angst oh so much angst, but also healing because it’s okay to not be okay / to be sad (for james) and it’s okay to let yourself rely on someone / to be cared for even if you’re always guarded and on edge (for regulus),

it’s slow burn, it’s yearning and pining all across the great hall, it’s meeting in secret in the astronomy tower or come&go room or hogwarts’ library, it’s loving everything about the person (obnoxious laugh, mean stares, clinginess, good days and bad days), it’s sacrificing every last bit of yourself for that person even though he may or may not find out about it, it’s constant need to reassure yourself that this person is yours (“are you mine? tell me you’re mine”), it’s uncertainty and jealousy and passion and devotion and reverence and tenderness and pain

and being brave even though you’re afraid to let someone in or to let someone go because it’s the right choice

it’s:

“don’t go to troy”

“somewhere in the west country of england james potter can’t breathe”

(cr. choices by messermoon)

“you’re hesitating, love”

“a great big tragedy”

(cr. crimson rivers by bizarrestars)

“loving you is beautiful. i hope you’ll forgive me for saying so, but you loving me is breathtaking”

(cr. just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars)

“regulus loves him in french music.”

(cr. only the brave by solmussa)

“I love you. that’s all.”

(cr. art heist, baby! by otrtbs)

they are everything!!

[songb1rd]

epic the musical secret santa for @savimatteo2810!! i’m sorry this is short, but i hope u like it either way!! tw for slight mentions of violence!! wc; 424.

when the poets sing of odysseus, they sing of athena’s greatest champion who cunningly blinded the fearsome cyclops, who bested the witch circe. they sing of the arduous journey home that took ten years. they sing of a loyal husband who cried every night on calypso’s beach, longing for his homeland, his wife & son.

they do not sing of the monster he has become in order to make it home alive. they do not sing of the man who dropped the infant from the walls of troy. they do not sing of the man who left the sirens in the sea to drown, nor do they sing of the man who tortured the god of the oceans with his own trident.

they will not sing of the man who now hides in the darkness of his own palace, bow in hand.

the rightful king of ithaca is cloaked in shadow as he maneuvers the halls of the home he built himself, eyes locked on flickering torchlight in the distance. he can hear the panicked & hushed voices of the suitors intruders demons & a chilling smile comes to his face. they thought they were so bold during his wife’s challenge, eager to prove themselves as men. now they are mere boys afraid of the monster that lurks in the darkness. the final obstacle between him, his family, & his kingdom.

he aims the bow — the knowledge that his earlier prayer to apollo was heard steadies his hand — towards dark curls while taking a deep breath. the arrow flies straight & true.

the corridor is engulfed in pure darkness as the dull thump of eurymachus’ dead weight hitting the ground echoes throughout.

he retreats further into the shadows. even though he has aged with time, his eyesight is still sharp, especially in the dark. he catches sight of another torch & wastes no time in nocking an arrow. the flame winks out. a cry of he’s aiming for the torches is heard in the distance, causing his grip on the bow to tighten. no matter. he will press on.

another arrow is let loose with every torch he sees. he knows he’s running out of time — they could’ve found out where he hid their weapons by now. even if they did, he is the better marksman by far. they do not stand a chance. come sunset, they will all be on their way to the underworld.

he will show them he is the true king of ithaca. he will show them that the name odysseus is meant to be feared.

[heavensoared]

isn’t that DARIUS AURELIUS ALARIC SKYWARDEN? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of VISSAI. i hear they’re 49, but they’re also a DRAGONRIDER. they’ve risen up the ranks to become THE CROWN PRINCE OF THE VISSAI KINGDOM. they seem to be LOYAL & RESOURCEFUL, but also AMBITIOUS & RASH. if you look closely, you'll see their aesthetics include BLOOD SPLATTERED OVER ROYAL GARB, CALLOUSED HANDS, SAND AND DIRT CRUSTED UNDER SHORT FINGERNAILS, GOLDEN DECOR IN THE FORM OF A PROUD DRAGON ON DARK LEATHER ARMOR.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ DARIUS AURELIUS ALARIC SKYWARDEN ] NICKNAME: [ DAR, PRINCE, RIDER, LITTLE KING, DARI ] AGE: [ 49 ] GENDER, PRONOUNS: [ MALE, HE/HIM ] TITLE: [ CROWN PRINCE ] SPECIES: [ HUMAN ISH ] KINGDOM: [ VISSAI ] HOUSE WORDS: [ ON WINGS OF VALOR, WE RISE ] CASTLE NAME: [ REGIA IGNIS (LOCATED IN DRAKEREACH) ] OCCUPATION: [ DRAGONRIDER ] RELIGION: [ THE WINGED BEAST / SPRINKLES OF THE HORNED STEAD ] LANGUAGE: [ VISSAIC, DRACONIC, COMMON (ALL DIALECTS) ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ BOTTOM-SUB (occasionally a lil dom outside of bed)] SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ...YET ] PARENTS: [ KING ALARIC GAIUS SKYWARDEN (DRAGONRIDER) + QUEEN IGNATIA. (SORCERER) ] SIBLINGS: [ DANTE SKYWARDEN, TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ RYKER FEINHALNAAR, KLOGROG, BALTHOR MILEDON, ELENORIUS DRAKNOR ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ PEDRO PASCAL ] EYE COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 1.81 METRES / 5'11 FT ] BODY BUILD: [ BIG AND BEEFY WITH A SLUTTY LITTLE WAIST PERFECT FOR GRABBING ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, SUBTLE STACHE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ PIERCING TOP OF HIS EAR. VISSAIAN CREST INKED ACROSS HIS BACK, DRAGON'S WINGS STRETCHING AROUND HIS SIDE TO HIS FRONT ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ NECKLACE WITH THE VISSAIAN CREST AROUND HIS NECK, SIGNET RING OF THE ROYAL FORCE, BIG-ISH SCAR ALONG THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS FACE (AS PER GLADIATOR GIFS) / ONE ACROSS THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE, A HANDFUL OF SMALLER ONES SCATTERED ACROSS HIS BODY ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH/STRONG ENOUGH, ENDING UP ALONE, DISAPPOINTING HIS FAMILY/FATHER, NEVER ACTUALLY BECOMING KING. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ LETS NOT GET INTO THAT JUST YET HE HE. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ NOT THE SMARTEST COOKIE, BUT HE'S HAD GOOD EDUCATION + IS QUITE THE STRATEGIST. ] LIKES: [ HIS DRAGON, FIGHTING/SPARRING, NATURE, MEAT, SWEET TREATS, MUSIC, ANIMALS IN GENERAL. ] DISLIKES: [ BRATS, COWARDLY BEHAVIOR, LACK OF HONOR IN OTHERS, LAWBREAKERS, VEGETABLES, HEAT, BEING DISTURBED WHEN HE TRAINS. ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ LOYAL, HONORABLE, KIND, DETERMINED, HARD-WORKING, RESOURCEFUL ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ RASH, AMBITIOUS, HEART > MIND SOMETIMES, IMPATIENT, GRUMPY ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ BLOOD SPLATTERED OVER ROYAL GARB, CALLOUSED HANDS, SAND AND DIRT CRUSTED UNDER SHORT FINGERNAILS, GOLDEN DECOR IN THE FORM OF A PROUD DRAGON ON DARK LEATHER ARMOR, DARK WINGS SPREAD ACROSS SKIN, VELVETY VOICE ECHOING THROUGH THE HALLS AT NIGHT, THE DIMLIT SHINE OF FIRE MIRRORED IN THE GOLDEN ORNAMENTS ON BATTLE ARMOR. ] INSPO: [ CASTLE BY HALSEY, SOUR CANDY BY BLACKPINK/LADY GAGA, HEAVY IS THE CROWN BY LINKIN PARK, IGNITE BY ZEDD, FLESH BY SIMON CURTIS, ROSENROT BY RAMMSTEIN, SILVERSPOON BY LOUDEN SWAIN, I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO BE KING BY THE LION KING, SEVEN NATION ARMY BY THE WHITE STRIPES, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD BY LORDE, BELIEVER + WARRIORS BY IMAGINE DRAGONS, TAKE ME TO CHURCH BY HOZIER, THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT, RUNAWAY BY AURORA, PRINCESS LEA, ROBB STARK, HECTOR (TROY), GLADIOLUS (FFXV), AZRIEL (ACOTA) ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ POST-WORKOUT/SPARRING MAKE-OUT SESSIONS. BREEDING. FINGERS. IN. HIS. MOUTH. COLLARS. VERBAL FEMINISATION. CHOKING. PUBLIC. PRAISE. WORSHIP. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. TEASING. AFFECTION. MARKING. TOYS. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

darius alaric aurelius skywarden was born beneath a rare alignment of stars, their golden glow bathing the peaks of vissai’s towering mountains. his birth was heralded as a fortuitous event, an omen of strength & wisdom, fitting for the crown prince of a kingdom revered for its dragonriders & its enduring ties to the skies. the eldest son of king alaric & queen ignatia, darius came into the world with the weight of destiny pressing gently upon him, though he would only come to understand its significance as the years unfolded.

from the moment he could walk, darius was immersed in the traditions & responsibilities of his lineage as a direct descendant of the skywardens. at the age of three, he was presented with a dragon egg—a shimmering sphere of gold & crimson (in his case)—a rite of passage for all royal children of vissai. darius’ egg was notably stubborn, refusing to hatch for years despite his unwavering dedication. yet, this taught him patience & perseverance, qualities that would define him as a leader. when the egg finally cracked & seraphina — a majestic dragon with iridescent scales & piercing blue eyes, emerged. their bond was immediate & profound. the pair grew together, their connection deepening with every flight above the mountain peaks.

his first flight on seraphina remains one of his most cherished memories. it was a crisp autumn morning, the air filled with the scent of pine & the soft rustle of leaves. darius, barely thirteen, stood nervously at the edge of a rocky outcrop, the vast expanse of sky stretching endlessly before him. seraphina nudged him gently with her snout, as if reassuring him that she would not let him fall. “are you ready, my friend?” darius had whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of excitement & fear. seraphina let out a low, rumbling purr before spreading her massive wings.

with a deep breath, darius climbed into the specially crafted saddle secured on her back, designed to ensure a rider’s stability during flight & adorned with the traditionally vissaian sigils & golden accents. he adjusted the straps carefully, his hands steady despite the flutter in his chest. “let’s fly.” he had said & with a powerful leap, seraphina launched them into the air. the rush of wind stole his breath & for a moment, his heart raced with terror. but as they soared higher, the fear melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of freedom. the world below seemed tiny, a patchwork of greens & golds & the sky around them felt infinite. darius laughed aloud, the sound carried away by the wind & seraphina let out a triumphant roar. they spent hours in the air that day, dancing among the clouds & diving through beams of sunlight. when they finally landed, darius dismounted with shaky legs & a heart full of wonder. “that was incredible..” he had murmured, pressing his forehead against seraphina’s. their bond had deepened in those few hours, sealing their partnership for life.

as darius matured, his days were filled with rigorous training. he mastered swordsmanship under the kingdom’s most skilled knights, learned the languages of the other kingdoms & studied diplomacy & governance with his father. the young prince’s discipline was unmatched, his every action guided by a desire to honor his family’s legacy & meet the expectations placed upon him. though he exuded strength & stoicism, those closest to him knew of his tender heart. he was known to comfort frightened stable boys, ensure his servants were well cared for & protect his younger brother, dante, with a fierceness that belied his calm demeanor.

whenever the royal family of varlinnis visited vissai during darius’ youth, he was tasked with looking after their youngest prince, ryker. what began as an obligation blossomed into a deep & enduring bond. darius became ryker’s mentor, teaching him the arts of leadership (even though he knew the chances of the youngest to reign over varlinnis were slim), combat & dragon lore while ryker helped tickle out the magic in darius. their shared moments, from sparring sessions to quiet conversations under starlit skies, forged a brotherhood that evolved into something more profound as they grew older. darius, who had never previously shown interest in romantic relationships, found himself drawn to ryker in a way he didn’t fully understand. the love that grew between them was a secret, hidden from the world. as the crown prince, darius knew his marriage would one day need to serve the kingdom’s interests, not his own heart. this knowledge weighed heavily on him & he kept their connection shrouded in secrecy, unsure of whether their love could ever truly be.

in his late twenties, darius undertook a diplomatic mission (his first solo mission with big stakes) to a distant kingdom in the west, a land famed for its intricate clockwork technology & towering crystal spires. accompanied by seraphina, he negotiated trade agreements that brought innovations to vissai while ensuring mutual respect between the kingdoms. the journey deepened his understanding of the world beyond the mountains, solidifying his reputation as a statesman.

for several years after turning thirty & seeing the world beyond the known, darius wrestled with a growing restlessness. the weight of his duties & the crown’s expectations began to feel stifling. there were days when he would stand on the edge of the cliffs, gazing out at the horizon & imagine what it would be like to leave it all behind. the thought of taking seraphina & flying far away, to live a life free from obligations, tempted him more than he cared to admit. yet, his sense of duty always won out, grounding him in vissai even as his heart yearned for a freedom it barely knew.

during his forties, darius faced one of his greatest challenges to date: a rogue dragon that had taken residence near the trade routes, endangering caravans & villages. though it pained him to confront one of seraphina’s kin, darius led a carefully planned expedition to subdue the beast. the battle was fierce, with fire lighting up the night sky, but his strategic mind & unshakable bond with seraphina ensured victory. rather than slaying the dragon, he managed to calm it, earning its reluctant respect & guiding it to an uninhabited region in the north where it could live without harm.

now, nearing his fiftieth year, darius finds himself reflecting on a life dedicated to service & sacrifice. though he has not yet ascended to the throne, he is a beloved figure in the kingdom, admired for his unwavering commitment to his people & his family. his relationship with his father, though marked by duty & reverence, carries an unspoken warmth & though a growing impatience has taken root within the cornw prince's heart, darius harbors a quiet hope that he will inherit the crown only when his father is ready to relinquish it, not through loss.

the approach of his fiftieth birthday would potentially spark a kingdom-wide celebration. the peaks of vissai would adorned with banners of gold & crimson (his & vessai's colors combined) & the air would soon be filled with the hum of anticipation. the event already promised to be a grand affair, with dignitaries from across the realm arriving to honor the crown prince - much to his demise, because it would only undermine a worry darius carried within his heart at all times to begin with: that he'd lose his life to duty & the eternal wait for his time on the throne to come.

regardless of his fears & the royal house's plans, darius remains true to himself: steadfast, kind & ever ready to protect the legacy of his house. with seraphina by his side & the love of those he holds dear, he stands as a symbol of vissai’s enduring strength, rising ever higher on wings of valor.

[goldengleams]

can i have this dance? | jamie drysdale x reader

In which you and Jamie become Troy and Gabriella.

Missing Jamie Drysdale and all of his cuteness, so enjoy this HSM3 inspired blurb!!

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You couldn’t help but feel overly excited at the dark clouds that were starting to cover the sky. After living in California for a year, you had grown accustomed to the lack of rain, but it still made you aggravated. You grew up in a place that had rain on a regular basis and had always loved it.

“Jamie, it’s looking like rain!” You shouted down the hall to your boyfriend. You were curled up near the edge of the couch so that you could look out the window.

Jamie had just woken up from a nap, the loud thunder drawing him from his slumber. He opened his bedroom door and trudged over to the couch, dramatically falling on top of you.

“Yeah, and your rain just woke me up,” he grumbled. You started to poke at his shoulder, which was now uncomfortably in your side.

“Well you can’t miss the rain! This is the most exciting moment of my week, J. I can’t understand how nothing here ever needs rain, it’s so weird,” you trailed off, focus on the window.

Jamie looked up at your hopeful face and smiled at you. He found it so adorable that you were so passionate about the rain. One time up on the roof of his and Trevor’s apartment, he had listened to you describe the way you saw the rain. You saw it as a cleanse, everything becoming drenched in water. It was calming to you, the thunder and lightning only making the spectacle more interesting and attention grabbing.

A soft gasp left your mouth as rain started to fall. You clambered up from the couch, running to the large window to watch it like a little kid.

“Jamie, look!”

Jamie eagerly followed you. You were practically bouncing by the time the rain started to pick up and the lawn outside Jamie’s apartment got wet.

“Now this, this Jamie Drysdale, feels normal,” you laughed. “This feels like home.”

Jamie, a fair bit taller than you, rested his head atop yours and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s beautiful,” Jamie offered. He couldn’t quite see what you saw when it rained, but he loved trying to understand you, so he was willing to stare out the window a little longer.

You wriggled free from his grasp and spun around the kitchen. “We have to rain dance, Jamie!”

Your eyes were bright as you stared at him. You were sure you looked a little wild-your hair was half tucked in a bun and a large Anaheim Ducks t-shirt covered your body. What you didn’t know was that Jamie thought you looked just as beautiful as ever.

“A rain dance?” He questioned.

You nodded emphatically. “Yes, Jamie. And it means that we have to go outside and be absolutely obnoxious and have the time of our fucking lives, do you understand?”

You didn’t give Jamie any time to really understand before you were tugging on his arm. You both slipped on sandals and before Jamie knew it, you were leading him out his front door, down the steps.

“You’ve seen High School Musical 3, right?” You questioned, slowing your movement to look at Jamie.

He nodded, looking confused as to where you were going with this.

“Well, there’s a scene where Gabriella and Troy sing this song and they dance in the rain and have the best time ever, and I’ve always wanted to do it with someone special,” you said, the giddiness bubbling inside of you.

You ran ahead of him, arms wide to feel the cool water hit your body. Jamie could practically see the happiness radiating from your frame.

“Dance with me, Jamie!”

While this wasn’t Jamie’s preferred activity, he ran out to meet you in the middle of the lawn, abandoning the covering of the doorway. You were in your element.

You found Jamie’s shoulders as you pulled him close to do a pretend slow dance in the rain. You both erupted in giggles at the absurdity of your actions, not caring who could see you outside like fools.

Jamie spun you around and dipped you effortlessly. You danced for a few minutes, practicing your best couple moves with each other.

“Thanks for being crazy with me and pretending we’re the main characters in a teen movie,” you laughed. You smiled as you and Jamie were now quite close, only a few inches separating you from his lips.

“I’d dance in the rain with you any day, Y/N,” Jamie said, kissing you in the middle of the storm.

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This was a random little idea that came to me when it rained the other day!! Hope you enjoyed it!☔️