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whitneyehouston · 2 months
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It’s not right but it’s okay rehearsal
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inthedarktrees · 6 months
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Belcher School of Dancing, Los Angeles, 1929 | Dick Whittington Studio
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acmeoop · 10 months
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Project Rock
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thesimswanderer · 1 year
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Ballet & Dance Studio (No CC) | Manzanita Terrace
Dancing is your sim's passion? Well, now they can practice here! In the ballet room I put fences to recreate the ballet barre, but I really suggest you to download the Ballet Barre Mod by Mercuryfoam to have a really functional lot, and also the Ballet Studio Lot Trait by KiaraSims4Mods.
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Built on Manzanita Terrace Lot - 30x20 in San Sequoia.
Gallery ID: Giugli88
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pourovergaming · 2 days
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“Do I *HAVE* to go? It smells weird in there!”
Dance Studio
Swirls of opaque pink, peach, sage, and purple grace this polyhedral dice set, evoking passing time as a youngster waiting for a parent to be done with an exercise class by shaking your head around.
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"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence."
~Rob Arnold
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jamelalatise · 7 months
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Rambert Studio, London, 2018.
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skzshiplore · 5 months
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DANCE ENVY
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They’d told you he was the toughest dance instructor but he was also the best. Which is why you chose him anyways… You’d be able to settle for having your ass chewed out if it meant you’d finally be able to dance.
You were a tough cookie so you could handle it.
You’d expected him to be crass. Which he was. Mean asf but an insanely talented dancer. Nice thighs but that wasn’t the point
It’s been two months now and you were definitely better but you weren’t world class, not at all competition ready.
It was nearing the end of practice when you’ve fucked up that last 8 count for the fifth time that day and your Instructor ‘Lee’s’ had about enough of your bull shit.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him approaching you when you feel the heat radiating from his body as he yells at you like a drill instructor “I don’t know what the fuck you have going on today but we’ve been working on this number for a month and you still can’t keep your feet from fucking up . Is there something wrong with them? Should I have them cut off and worked on for reprogramming or do you think you can get your head out of your ass and figure it out? Get your shit together I’m not gonna tell you again.”
You could see the vein protruding from his neck as he yelled at you. You should have been scared. That was pretty harsh.
You should have been either looking him in the eye or not at all. Yet you couldn’t help but watch the way his vein revealed itself underneath his skin.
Oh yea and because you knew what happened when he got mad (specifically at you) so you did it one last time hoping to flip that final switch in his head.
“Let’s hit that 8 count one last time from the top!” he demanded from his position at the front of the room as he counted down. With the slightest smirk you mised the last two steps and fumbled.
Exhausted it seems he dropped his head and dismissed everyone for the day. The rest of the class gathered their stuff and began to file out of the studio. As you grabbed your bag or pretended to, you heard him call for you “hey you.. don’t go anywhere”
You knew what was to come and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t already wet from that yelling fit he had earlier. As the last student left the studio your heard him command you to lock the door then head back towards him. As you reach his space he swiftly grabs you by the arm and spins you in front of him so that your back is flush to his front and you’re both facing the mirror.
With one hand around your waist and his free hand around your neck he growls in your ear “so you like pissing me off huh?” He bites into the side of your neck pulling a wet gasp out of you. You can feel his hard cock fitting perfectly between your ass.
“You like acting incompetent so that I turn you into a cocksleeve?” He asks.
You don’t answer so he shoves his Hand into your sweats and rubs your clit with a harshness that sends a shock through your body. “Answer me. I haven’t even pulled my cock out and you’re already gone I knew you’d be a cockslut the moment I saw you”
Without giving you a chance to respond he uses the hand that’s in your sweats to pull them down without further hesitation. You didn’t even have the chance to realize he’d also pulled his pants down because he was bending you over and lining up his big hard cock with your wet cunt.
Without so much as a warning he slides in deep with a low fuck leaving his throat. He shows no mercy as he starts snapping his hips to the rhythm of the song y’all had been practicing for the last month.
The music wasn’t even playing but you both practiced it so much it was engraved in your souls. Absolutely breathless you feel like you’re about to fall and he notices. He grabs you by the neck and pulls you up toward him. You grab hold of one of his biceps for stability ass he fucks into your hot wet cunt recklessly.
He gets closer to growl into your ear “look at you. A mess all over my cock. Pretending you don’t know the choreo just so I’d fuck your pretty pussy senseless? Such a cockslut for me. So wet , so tight you make it so hard for me to keep my composure.I might have to kick you out because I can’t keep getting hard in the middle of my dance classes. Nor can I keep ending them early just to fuck you. You’re messing me up.”
You quickly begin to reach your peak and he can tell by the way you clench around him. “Go ahead baby let go. I know you can’t wait to be filled with my cum. Gonna fuck you so full you’ll be leaking all the way home” that was all it took to push you over the edge. You came so hard you couldn’t breathe. As your pussy convulsed over his cock he too reached his peak doing exactly as he promised and fucked you full of his hot seed.
As you both came down from your highs he stayed buried inside you as a human plug. He starts kissing down your neck and rubbing soothing circles on your belly. “ you know if you wanted me to fuck you all you had to do was ask. You don’t have to play dumb to get what’s already yours baby. You know I hate yelling at you especially in-front of the class”
There’s something about role playing like this that makes things fun. You and Lee know had an interesting relationship. The two of you had been together for about a year and a half now and you were both obsessed with each other. It wasn’t enough to see each other at home or when you went out on dates but you’d taken every opportunity to be in his space anywhere he was. He did the same.
Having a “wfh” job definitely allowed flexibility for you to go anywhere with him. Neither of you would have it any other way. When he took on this part time job of being a dance instructor it had taken up too much of his time.
You didn’t particularly enjoy that yet you’d never stop him from doing something he loves. So, you compromised. Mimi gets to keep his little job and you still get to be fucked dumb over his cock whenever you felt like it. Pretending to be an inexperienced dancer to spend time with him was the perfect front.
You weren’t at all a noob. Definitely not a professional like he was but you could do a little one, two when necessary. He knew that and that’s part of what made the little tiny bomb in his brain tick when you “messed up”.
When the end result it this?? How could you complain. It’s probably your best idea yet.
Even now that he’s don’t being rough with you he trails sweet kisses from the base of your neck up to your cheeks while he rubs your belly. Mumbling praises and promises of making you a mother one day. He had a breeding kink obviously but so did you. It’s hot.
As he slips out of you, you both watch his cum drip from your cunt down your legs. “Mmh I should help you clean up huh? Can’t walk out of here with cum stained sweats, I don’t need people knowing what’s happening” he mumbles into your neck.
“It would definitely be nice. I hate sitting in cum. Your car seats are cloth by the way try not to forget” you remind him. Without a word he spins you around, drops to his knees and throws one of your legs over his shoulder.
With a feline like gaze he looks you in the eye and states “I don’t give a fuck about those seats and you know it. I just wanted an excuse to eat you out” before devouring your sensitive pussy.
It’s times like this that you’re thankful he makes you go to the gym with him. Core strength is vital for your survival.
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coilerayfandom · 3 months
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Angelo Greco | San Francisco Ballet | Photo by Randall Hobbet
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bts-0t-7 · 9 months
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Dance of Fate
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Pair: Hoseok x F Reader
Summary: You find joy and love in the presence of Jung Hoseok. Through the language of dance and the shared moments of laughter, the both of you discovered a connection that sets your hearts ablaze, creating a dance of emotions.
Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader
Chapter Warnings: None
WC: 600
The music reverberated throughout the studio, air charged with energy and anticipations. You stood at the very edge, watching Hoseok pound through the moves like water, a testament to the power of expression through dance. Hoseok is the embodiment of passion and grace. 
As the music swelled, his eyes met yours and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He beckoned you to the middle, hand outreached - a silent invitation you couldn’t bring yourself to resist. With a leap of faith, you joined him on the dance floor and the world faded around the both of you.
Together, you moved in perfect synchrony, bodies swaying and twirling in harmony. It was a language on its own - a conversation transcending words and conveying emotions that could never be captured. With every movement, you discover a new part of Hoseok’s vibrant personality and he, in turn, uncovered the deeper depths of your soul. 
Laughter filled the room as you stumbled and spun, hearts beating in time with the rhythm. Hoseok’s contagious energy filled you full, lifting your spirits higher and higher. Every step was a dance of exhilarating joy and freedom, a moment of pure bliss in each other’s arms - away from the racket of the world. 
As the music came to a slow, you found yourself caught in a tender embrace. Hoseok’s warmth radiated through his gentle touches, seeping into your very being. His eyes held an affectionate gaze, never leaving your face. As you looked at it, reflected the volume of his emotions. 
“I love dancing with you.” He whispered, voice filled with sincerity. “I never have to talk and you always understand.”
A smile graced your lips as you replied. “And I too. It’s as if our hearts speak a language of their own, Hobi.”
Hoseok’s laughter enveloped the room with a new burst of energy, a melodic sound that made your heart clench. His arms tightened around you, pulling your closer as if he never wanted to let go. 
In that shared moment of intimacy, you felt a connection deeper than words, transcending through the boundaries of the dance floor. It was a connection that ignited your souls - a spark that set your hearts ablaze. 
As the music shifted and a new rhythm takes hold, you found yourself moving to a slower, more sensual beat. This dance became an expression of desire and belonging, bodies entwined in a delicate balance of passion and restraint. 
Lost in the rhythm, you discovered a shared language of your hearts, letting them speak volumes of emotions without uttering a single word. Every movement, every touch, every beat, sets your hearts ablaze - conveying your emotions of love and desire. 
As the dance came to an end, you stood there, breathless but at peace. Hoseok’s hands found themselves in your hair as he cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a delicate but passionate kiss. His eyes never wavered from yours - a moment forever engraved in your memories. 
In that embrace, you realised that the dance was not just about the movements or steps. It was a celebration of love - your love. It was a testament to the power of connection and the beauty of finding solace in each other’s arms. 
As the music faded into the background, you remained locked in each other’s embrace, the exhilaration of your dance pumping through your bloodstream. You realised then that you have discovered a love that transcends all and that the dance of fate will lead you further down the never-ending movements, forever entwining the soundless music in your souls.
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d1sp4ru3 · 7 months
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03/20/24
Random fact about me: While it is partly true I like to get more stretching in besides our warm up...the bigger reason I show up at the dance studio 10-15 minutes before class starts is because I secretly love being in an empty studio. I have no idea why but sitting alone in an empty dance studio room is my absolute happy place. So yeah I sat alone in a dance studio room before a two hour ballet class today.
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Now you have a tid bit more useless knowledge about me. Happy Wednesday!
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acmeoop · 10 months
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It’s Been A While…
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Ballet as Art | ©Dan Hecho
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mrs-mysteries · 2 years
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Dance moms: Studios Part 1
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Request: There is none this is my first post please don’t judge
Warnings: Bad language, if there are any others you can comment them
Summary: What happens when (reader) dances for Cathy but isn’t improving since Cathy is just focused of beating abby and Abby sees (reader) dance and realizes that she isn’t dancing to her full potential and asks reader to dance for her.
Parenthesis mean they are doing there little private interview
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At the candy apples dance studio:
Cathy: Y/n your late catch up
Y/n speeds up but starts getting frustrated with the fact that for most of the dances she has to stare at one of the boys
(Y/n: I feel like cathy isn’t really giving me anytime to practice my dance separately so i could get it right so i think it’s clear here she favorites the boys)
Cathy: Okay your done for today. Y/n can you stay behind I have to talk to you.
Y/n: Okay.
(Y/n: I’m really scared because Cathy told everyone except me to get out so i don’t really want her single me out since she barley pays attention)
Cathy: So y/n what happened today you were either early, late, or staring at one of the boys in the mirror
Y/n: It’s just i feel like I either have to hurry and rush myself to catch up with them but i also struggle remembering the steps because you always pay attention to teaching the boys.
Cathy: Okay um well the competition is tomorrow so if you expect to dance and be the best you can be
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At the Competition-
Cathy: Okay guys just be prepared to win since we are going up against abby and we all know all she cares is about winning and she doesn’t really care about her student but I do so that’s why you guys are with me
All of Cathy’s students: Okay
Cathy: okay you guys come here and let me see this number before you guys go
You all practice the dance and you are finally on time with maybe sneaking in a few peeks and on the the guys in front of you with the fact that you are the only girl in the dance.
Cathy: Okay you guys go out on that stage and show everyone out there who you are so they will remember your name like me and that old hag I guess (Abby)
You all go backstage and see everyone dance. They are two numbers away from yours when you see Abby Lee Millers kids dancing on the stage.
(Y/n: I got really scared when i saw abby’s kids dance because i’m thinking there’s no way we can win knowing how our dance looks)
Announcer: And next up number 123; What about us
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To be Continued…….
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