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#also bc that dance scene
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The urge to write a reprise of a sigzai dance scene.
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ghafahey · 1 year
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I want to stand with you in front of all the Daturma Ox things to come.
JESPER FAHEY and WYLAN HENDRICKS in Shadow and Bone ( 2021- )
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pommunist · 1 month
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baghera thanking pomme and dapper admins and saying « I lost two kids »
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camelspit · 13 days
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sorry i cant be the only one who thought keefes comment about lady belva having a crush on him was a joke. like completely unserious untrue hes just saying that to sound cooler or whatever. please.
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moonkhao · 23 days
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I don’t know if I crossed any line but seeing how mad you were at me, I think you had your reasons. And I thought over what I did. It’s my fault. I’m sorry, Kang. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have taken my feelings out on you. Stop.
ONLY BOO | EP2
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faunandfloraas · 5 days
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anytime i watch male idols do girl group dances super halfheartedly- i'm talking limp, not putting their hips into it, not putting their ass into it, not putting anything into i'm always so disappointed... Seo Changbin would never have let me down like this.
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solargeist · 4 months
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in my ending of the dsmp, wilbur finds out abt exile and captures dream, dragging him back to that sorrow filled sand and trades him to XD, the revival book in human form, XD loves his rules so he accepts. XD turns dream into a portal to Limbo, where wilbur gets to see ghostbur eye to eye.
They get to talk, 'i thought you hated me.' 'i could never hate you'.
wilbur wakes up in the sand alone, but with a fullness in his chest.
He makes amends with who he can, he leaves the door open and the window cracked. He rebuilds Lmanberg with his friends and family, on the side of the crater, homes line the walls with ladders, stairs, and porches. There are long tunnels expanding out to other nations, other homes and towns, they trade together, they visit.
Hes not president, he doesn't want to be, theres no cabinet, just people. Tommys taken on the leader role, keeping the history alive is important to him, Wilburs proud of him, and he knows when he leaves, theres something to always come back to
its not perfect, things never will be, but its their life, a life they've dug out of the mud and polish everyday.
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[ID: two pieces of digital fanart depicting Luz and Belos from the owl house dressed as Sarah and Jareth from Labyrinth (1986), respectively. They're wearing the costumes from the hallucination/ballroom scene. In the first piece Luz stands in the foreground with her skirt bunched in her fists, facing towards us but looking at something out of frame. She has a necklace of her egg palismen and a rod of Asclepius hairpin, and is wearing her white vans under her ballgown. Belos stands behind her in shadow, looking down at her and holding up a light glyph. The background is black. The second image is the same piece except with no shading, more vibrant colours and a purple background. End ID] @toh-described
🦉💫Don't tell me truth hurts little girl/Cause it hurts like hell🔮🌟
Labyrinth au!! Honestly surprised I've never seen one of these before?? feels very fitting. But I guess I'm the only one w/ this specific brainrot cocktail lol
(DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I WILL EXPLODE YOUR EYEBALLS💥)
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sukibenders · 2 months
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tw: mentions of assault
Listen, I get some people may not like Alicent and have reasons for not doing so and all. That's fine, you do you (within reason). However, what is really gross is to use that dislike for her as means to make jokes about her assault, whether through Viserys or Larys, but especially Larys. Like saying things like "oh but she gets to sell feet pics" or take her words of the Targaryens having queer customs (which they do, that wasn't a lie, everyone in Westeros knows they do) and acting like that foot scene discredits her, even though it's very obvious that she's very uncomfortable and that Larys frightens her (there are other scenes that show she does not like him and that he's a creep), all of this is gross. It also paints assault in a joking light, which should never happen. And this is such a disgustingly common thing that I see happen in the ASOIAF fandom for many of the female characters, some who are popular and some who aren't depending on who you ask, that it makes my skin crawl. And another thing, it's even more sinister seeing people who say they stand on the side of feminism, but then make fun of a female character being assaulted. Just say that your "feminism" only extends to the team/characters that you like and go.
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year
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I finally got around to watching @lesbianmindflayer’s Top Ten Hints Mike is Gay video… The Snow Ball one added a whole other layer of context to those scenes that didn’t really click for me until now—
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bumblingbabooshka · 7 months
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[TUVOKTOBER: Day 9] Ballet with the Captain.
#Tuvok#bea art tag#tuvoktober#Janeway would love doing a ballet recital if there was significant lore in the holonovel about the stakes and so forth#Tuvok does not want to do a ballet recital. He does not see how this is enjoyable.#Janeway canonically took dance lessons as a kid and Tuvok just seems like he would have too.#They were both forced to take piano (or its equivalent) and dance - and they both hated it at the time#But Tuvok stuck with lute & Janeway quit both to go on to other hobbies (she had/has a lot)#<- gets bored a bit easily and likes the excitement of a new challenge#Janeway...ok. I think she would make her romantic interest in this holonovel be:#A brilliant but sort of dismissive reporter who's an amazing writer but gets stuck doing pieces he has no passion for. And she draws his ey#bc she's so good at dancing and they have flirty banter where she shows him how dancing isn't boring or dumb and you KNOW she's putting in#scene where she like makes him dance in the rain or something. And he's graying despite only being a few years older.#The holonovel ends with him appreciating dance and writing an amazing article about the performance which she reads after#some sort of misunderstanding only to realize gasp! He really DID love her! And she opens the door but he's already there (he came to#apologize) oh Kath will you ever forgive me? of course...[kissing]#camera pans over to Tuvok who's like “=_= ...”#st voyager#st voyager fanart#also Janeway is a rose & Tuvok is an orchid
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panevanbuckley · 1 year
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bill hader is so goddamn precious. this man created and literally writes most of barry and yet he can't manage to keep a straight face when acting through the scenes and i love that about him
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a-passing-storm · 1 year
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Oh god I just realized Time to Dance might be inspired by Invisible Monsters? 
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alinnsurana · 7 months
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The cosmic irony of Vulture getting all the romance scenes with the men she’s Not romancing and not the one I’m Trying to romance is not lost on me
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yersina · 2 years
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Um. For the writing prompts, how about Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunjae slow dancing? They’ve already danced once, so why not again :)
Yoojin’s not hiding, really. It wouldn’t do for the first prince of Haeyeon to be hiding at the birthday banquet of the crown prince of Seseong, so Yoojin isn’t hiding.
Naturally.
There just happened to be a lot of people in the banquet hall, and all of them wanted to talk to Yoojin when they really should be talking to Yoohyun, and none of them took the hint when Yoojin tried directing them away… So obviously, the solution was to hid—beat a strategic retreat to the gardens. Obviously.
There’s a conveniently large hibiscus bush further down the path—not so far that Yoojin could be accused of running away from his princely duties, but far enough that he won’t be spotted by anyone giving a cursory glance out the windows of the banquet hall. The flowers in the gardens really are meticulously kept, Yoojin notes, and blooming magnificently even in the cooling autumn air.
“Prince Yoojin,” a voice comes from behind him. Yoojin lets out an embarrassing yelp and even more embarrassingly tries to hide behind the hibiscus bush, even though he’s obviously been spotted. “Oh? I came out here to ask Prince Yoojin for a dance, but it seems he wants to play hide and seek instead?”
Yoojin wants to go back five minutes and tell his past self to completely abandon his idea of hi—retreating to the gardens. “Prince Hyunjae,” he says, dusting off his clothes with stiff movements. Of all the people that could’ve found him, why him? “Your flowers are beautiful.”
The crown prince of Seseong’s eyes twinkle in the moonlight, which is not information Yoojin ever needed to know, nor ever wanted. “Thank you. I grew them myself.”
“You did not.”
“I could have.”
“But you did not.”
“I sailed to the port of Anyeong and bargained with one of the most renowned hibiscus botanists to have these bushes planted in my garden.” Hyunjae punctuates the lie with an angelic smile.
Yoojin refrains from rolling his eyes, in the same way that he is not hiding in the gardens. “Surely the crown prince of Seseong has better things to be doing than personally buying flower bushes.”
Hyunjae’s smile ticks up a notch. “Well, it was worth it in the end if Prince Yoojin was able to appreciate them.”
It’s all a lie, clearly, so there’s no reason for the heat in Yoojin’s cheeks. “Why is the crown prince out in the gardens during his own birthday banquet?” He changes the topic for the sake of his blood pressure. “Surely it’s much more important for you to stay inside?” Even if Yoojin plans on leaving the political efforts to Yoohyun, he knows that deals and alliances are made at these types of gatherings.
“Like I said, I came out here to ask for a dance.”
Yoojin eyes Hyunjae suspiciously. Obviously, it’d be better for the other prince to dance with a princess or a lady, or—or even Yoohyun before trying to spend time with Yoojin. “If you’re looking to strike a deal with Haeyeon, I’m not the person to talk to anymore.”
“And if the deal is for a dance?” Hyunjae takes a step forward. Yoojin inches back. “Yes, like that.”
Yoojin’s not sure if he wants to spend the effort to try and untangle whatever plan the prince of Seseong must have devised. There’s no amount of mental knots that lead to a dance with Yoojin. “It would be better for you to find someone else to dance with, wouldn’t it,” he says as he tries to round the other side of the hibiscus bush. Unfortunately, right as he tries a step to the side, Hyunjae reaches out and pulls him into the open. “Prince Hyunjae.”
“Prince Yoojin.” He still hasn’t let go of Yoojin’s hand. “Dance with me?”
The crown prince of Seseong is much taller than Yoojin, which is not something Yoojin would’ve cared to notice unless he were standing next to him like he is now. “There isn’t any music,” he tries.
Hyunjae cocks his head to the side. “You can hear the court musicians from here.” This is true—Yoojin doesn’t even need to strain to hear the notes of the slow song currently being played.
“I don’t know how to dance.” Yoojin has suffered through too many dance lessons as a child to not know how to dance. The raised eyebrow he gets for that protest tells him Hyunjae knows this as well. “We can’t both dance the male part.”
Hyunjae tugs him closer—the kind of close where Yoojin is suddenly aware of the space that Hyunjae takes up, and also the space that his own body takes up in relation to Hyunjae’s—and after a moment of consideration, he guides Yoojin’s other hand to his waist and sets his own on Yoojin’s shoulder. “There,” he says, eyes curved into infuriating crescents. “How’s that?”
“Bad,” Yoojin deadpans over the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.
Hyunjae hums and adjusts their hand hold so that it’s more of a clasp than a grip, steps closer to Yoojin, and oh. A part of Yoojin, raised by court scholars and strict teachers, is aware that this is a more proper dancing form. The other part is too busy thinking about how Hyunjae’s hand is quite warm.
If he tips forward just a few degrees, his head will be resting on Hyunjae’s shoulder. The same part of him thinking about Hyunjae’s palm against his also wonders if that’ll be equally as warm.
“Has Prince Yoojin danced with anyone else at the banquet yet?” Hyunjae asks idly, taking a step back and pulling Yoojin along with him. Yoojin is fairly certain he’s the one who’s supposed to be leading, but Hyunjae’s movements are firm and confident, so he lets himself be swept along.
“No.” There's a certain amount of dedication and attention needed to dance with strangers, and while there are guests at the banquet who are more than happy to blindly stumble their way through conversation and a dance, Yoojin would rather not. “Have you?”
Before Hyunjae replies, he directs Yoojin in a more complicated series of steps in time with a trill in the music, before returning to the more basic, rhythmic swaying they were doing before. Yoojin wants to point out that they’re moving too slowly for the music and their steps are too simplistic, but every time he thinks about mentioning it, he’s distracted by how close their shoulders are to touching. “Prince Yoojin is the only one for me, of course.”
Craning his head up to look at Hyunjae is a bit inconvenient from this position, but Yoojin hopes that his disbelief is conveyed loud and clear regardless. “What’s that supposed to—”
“Spin.”
Yoojin spins under Hyunjae’s outstretched arm without particularly meaning to, and he finishes tucked loosely into Hyunjae’s embrace. Any chill from the night air has been driven away long ago by Yoojin’s flush and the feeling of Hyunjae’s arm against his back. “I think this was supposed to happen the other way around,” is the only thing he can think to say, voice barely louder than a whisper. Though he doubts that he’d be able to lead Hyunjae in a spin, even if he tried.
Hyunjae smiles. “Was it?” When he unfurls Yoojin from his hold and returns them to their previous positions, he preemptively claims Yoojin’s waist, hand gentle but no less present for it. “I believe this happened exactly as intended.”
Yoojin spends a moment contemplating the indignity of having to stretch to reach Hyunjae’s shoulder, before consigning himself to defeat and settling an uncertain hand on his arm instead. They’re still so close. “Prince Hyunjae is too tall,” he says, because it seems like the safest topic compared to everything else that’s been brought up so far. “How will you ever dance with anyone else?”
A tightening of the grip Hyunjae has on his waist is his only warning before the music picks up and Yoojin has to fall back on muscle memory, moving together in a circle between the hibiscuses until the music settles down again. Yoojin nearly trips over an uneven patch of land, but Hyunjae catches his weight neatly and hardly misses a beat. “I’m doing so well dancing with Prince Yoojin that I don’t need to think about anyone else,” he answers. Yoojin thinks that he should perhaps save those lines for his future wife.
He falls quiet after that, not brave enough to try another line of conversation, but even silence isn’t safe with the crown prince of Seseong. Silence means that Yoojin’s attention is drawn to every point of contact between them—only three, but there’s potential for more, and Yoojin’s attention is drawn there too. Silence means that Yoojin can focus on whatever heady scent is lingering on Hyunjae’s clothes, noticeable even over the smell of the flowers around them. Silence means that Yoojin can hear footsteps crunching towards them, fast.
He disentangles himself from Hyunjae just in time for Yoohyun to round a corner of the path and spot them next to the flower bushes. “Hyung!” he calls, inexplicably glaring at Hyunjae. “I noticed you were missing.”
They couldn’t have been gone for more than a few minutes. “Oh, Prince Hyunjae was just… graciously showing me the flowers,” he says, trying not to feel like a scolded child. “They’re quite beautiful.”
Yoohyun doesn’t let up on his glare. “Is that all?”
“That’s all, Yoohyun, stop worrying.” Yoojin steps forward and pushes Yoohyun back in the direction of the banquet hall. When he turns back to bid goodbye to Hyunjae, his words die in his throat as Hyunjae reaches forward and tucks a freshly-plucked hibiscus flower behind his ear.
“Since you liked them so much,” Hyunjae explains, eyes crinkling with an amount of mirth that belies just how much he’s enjoying Yoohyun’s exponentially increasing anger.
“Sung Hy—”
“Come on, Yoohyun,” Yoojin interrupts, forcefully shoving Yoohyun down the path back to the building and vehemently avoiding everyone’s gaze. “I’m thirsty. Let’s find something to drink.”
Later, he pulls the flower out of his hair and tucks it into a fold of his clothes instead, the pale petals stark against dark fabric. It visibly annoys Yoohyun whenever he happens to look at it, but Yoojin can’t bring himself to throw the blossom away. It’s a visual reminder of gentle touches under the moonlight whenever he glances down, and, perhaps, a silent suggestion that there could be more.
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charhuahuakelly · 11 months
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Hi Dennis. How was the lion feeding?..? Please let me know where you are and if U R OK…I don’t want 2 sound annoying, but I really want to be happy when you witness it. You are my best friend and this trip to Da Zoo is really important to me, and us as best friends…I know Dee can be a stupid bitch but you should not take that shit out on me. I just want what’s best for U and to make sure u are happy…I love you so much… like a good friend would love another good friend. Not in a gay way though…even though I am gay. Actually, I am really really gay. But not for you necessarily. I just like alot of your qualities as a man. Anyways, not to get off topic. Text me back please! I need to know you are having a fun time like we planned. If you
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