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mechanicalclown · 2 months
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You’re in an old, abandoned house, walking through a dark hallway. It’s claustrophobic and covered in dust and cobwebs, you’re the only person who’s been here in years. There’s a faint, unrecognizable noise in the distance.
The noise gets louder. You start to recognize it, it’s people singing. The tune sounds vaguely familiar, but it’s still too faint to tell what it is. You keep walking, trying to ignore it.
The singing keeps getting louder. It’s joined by instruments - brass, woodwinds, strings, even what sounds like a piano. It sounds like it’s coming from behind you.
Just before you turn around, you hear it.
“Y M C A”
It’s coming from right behind you now. You turn around and see it. The YMCA.
The entire YMCA organization is standing right behind you. Every single one of them is singing, some playing an instrument. They’re all doing the dance, even if they have to grow extra limbs to do it.
You scream and try to run, but the YMCA is too fast. They continue dancing and singing as they run towards you, you can’t outrun them
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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(FINE I guess this is a series now. whatever.)
“He’s where,” says Steve. 
“Off to see the wizard, my dude.” Argyle passes him a pipe. Steve’s not really sure where it came from or when Argyle packed it, but he’s got manners, so he takes a hit and hands it off to Jonathan. 
“Murray,” elaborates Jonathan, on an exhale. “The…you know. Oh wow, I guess you’ve never met Murray either. That’s weird, right? I mean, you were there, you were just…”
“Babysitting, probably,” says Steve. “Wait, why is Eddie meeting this guy?”
Argyle gestures in a big loopy way. It reminds Steve a little bit of how Eddie waves his arms around. “Eddie’s on, like, a spiritual journey. A dream quest, but…real life. The realest.”
“Not spiritual like church,” adds Jonathan. “Like, gay spirit. Is that a thing? Shit, why doesn’t anyone know Murray.”
“I don’t know Murray either, man,” says Argyle. 
“Is…Murray a real person?” Steve asks. He doesn’t think it’s an unreasonable question.
“Yes! Jesus. He’s real, okay? Nancy knows Murray, we—yeah. Nancy knows him.” Jonathan looks kind of dour and depressed, but he always sort of looks like that. 
“How’s Nancy doing?” Steve doesn’t really want to know, but it seems like the polite thing to say. 
“We’re fine,” says Jonathan. 
“Okay,” says Steve, who hadn’t asked that at all.
“Everything’s fine,” Jonathan repeats. Argyle reaches over to pat Jonathan on the head, then takes the pipe from Jonathan’s hand. 
———
“Hm,” says Murray. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind all the facial hair and glasses. “Okay, I don’t usually do this, but…what the hell. Kiddo, you are way too young to be talking like that. Your life’s not over, and if you’re smart about it, it doesn’t have to be over any time soon.”
Murray sits back on the couch, kicking up his feet. There’s a hole in his left sock.
“You think happily ever after only looks like one thing? That’s the thought of a child. If you really want, you can make some kind of picket fence life for yourself, suburbs and all. But you’re a queer, so that means you don’t have to do that shit because nobody’s expecting you to anymore. You get to decide what matters to you.”
“I don’t know any way to be gay that’s not lonely as hell,” Eddie says. 
“That’s because you’re an idiot and an infant,” says Murray gently. 
“You don’t have a—a boyfriend.” It comes out a little too sharp and mean, but Eddie’s feeling cornered. 
Murray laughs. “Kid, what did I just say? I don’t want a damn boyfriend. Some guy coming over here all the time, eating my food? Hell no. We’re degenerate homos, we get to decide what to keep and what to shove down the god damn garbage disposal. I got some arrangements in place, and that’s the way I like it. The whole lovey-dovey romance shit isn’t for me.”
Eddie draws his legs up, wrapping his arms around his shins. His boots are probably leaving marks on the couch, but Murray can deal. “I think it…I think that is for me. I want that to be for me. Um. In general.”
Murray actually tilts his head down to give Eddie a scathing look over the top of his glasses. “No shit, Joan Jett. Your whole ooh please push past my defenses to prove you love me schtick is visible from space.”
“Fuck,” says Eddie, knocking his head against his knees. He closes his eyes, humiliated beyond words, feeling scooped-out and awful. 
“C’mon, it’s not that bad.” Eddie feels a tap on his arm, and when he looks up, Murray’s holding out a glass with about an inch of amber liquid in it. “We all go through something like that. It’s a rite of passage, just like it is to get so wasted you throw up on the stranger you dragged into a club bathroom. You’ll do that too. You’re gonna be messy and embarrassing anyway, so just enjoy the ride. And take the damn Talisker, it’ll help.”
Eddie takes the damn Talisker and knocks it back in one go, just to be an ass. Murray rolls his eyes but pours him another one.
“Ah, practical shit…” Murray scratches at his beard thoughtfully. “Been a while since I had to do this. Poppers are great, don’t overdo ‘em. Splurge on the fancy medical lube if you want but Vaseline or Crisco’ll do the trick just fine. And listen up, kitten, because you can ignore everything else that comes outta my mouth, but you can’t ignore this: always wrap it up. I mean always. I don’t care if he’s your soulmate, I don’t care if it kills the mood, I don’t care if he says he’s a blushing goddamn virgin. If he doesn’t want to wear a rubber, he doesn’t care if you live or die.”
Murray looks down at his own glass. For the first time, Eddie thinks he looks—tired. 
“I know there’s probably a big part of you that doesn’t care if you live or die, either. But you gotta remember there’s people who do. The kid who sent you to me. He doesn’t want to go to your funeral.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. It comes out too quiet; he swallows and tries again. “Yeah. I know. I’ve—been to funerals too.” 
Murray barks out a surprised laugh. “God, you have, haven’t you? Think I was almost thirty, my first time. I’m sorry, Joan Jett, this isn’t a great time to be young and gay. Go make friends with some dykes, they’ll keep you sane.” 
Eddie, who has held Robin’s hair back as she ralphed into a bucket after losing a Peeps-eating competition with Steve, has his doubts, but he just nods.
Murray looks at him for a moment, then takes his face between two big hands and kisses him on the forehead. It feels neither sexual nor familial, but something beyond all of the easy categories Eddie’s known. 
“Now piss off,” Murray says. “Don’t get some crazy idea that this means we’re friends, or that you can start coming around whenever you feel like it.”
“So, just Tuesdays, Thursdays, and every other Sunday,” says Eddie, and ducks out before Murray can start cussing at him.
———
See, Eddie’s little crush on Steve is meant to be purely recreational. It’s fun to crush on unavailable guys he knows—way more fun than celebrities or whatever. It’s just nice, to feel his heart speed up a little when Steve’s around, safe in the certain knowledge that he’s never going to do a damn thing about it. It even feels good to hurt a little bit over it, achy and sharp, like pushing on a bruise. 
Yeah, Eddie knows he’s a little fucked up. But he figures this is harmless enough: a secret little vice that nobody’s ever going to know about.
Apparently, everybody knows. 
“Um,” says Jonathan, wide-eyed. “Was it…supposed to be a secret?”
“Yes,” hisses Eddie. “Because this is Hawkins, Indiana, and I don’t want to fucking die. Did we or did we not just have a conversation about the many and various perils this whole thing entails.”
“My dude, if you don’t want it to be, like, public knowledge, maybe don’t flirt with him so much?” 
“Betrayal!” Eddie gasps, staggering around like he’s been stabbed in the back, because he fucking has. “An unjust hit by Argyle the Assassin.”
“Argyle the Assistant,” says Argyle. “I’m assisting you, bro.”
“I don’t flirt with Steve!” Eddie screeches. “We’re friends! I flirt with you two dickwads more than I do with Steve, because I don’t flirt with Steve!” 
“You really do,” says Jonathan apologetically. “Kind of…a lot. Remember when we were out by the quarry, and you kept calling him princess.”
“As a joke!”
“Ohhh yeah,” says Argyle. “That was the day you, like…took his jacket, right?”
“I was cold!”
Jonathan grins. “Is that why you kept asking him how it looked on you?”
“As…a joke,” says Eddie, weakly. He’s starting to remember that it might’ve been even worse; the words do I look pretty in your clothes, Stevie may or may not have been uttered. 
“Hey, man, it’s no biggie. That was a million years ago and he didn’t say anything, so you’re free and clear. Totally righteous.” Argyle throws an arm around Eddie, who curls into him sulkily. Argyle’s tall and solid and kinda hot, so it’s a real shame Eddie can’t crush on him instead. 
Eddie sighs. “If Jonathan weren’t here, I’d ask you to make out with me until I felt better,” he says. 
“What,” says Jonathan. “You can’t—I mean, you can, and I, uh—support you? Should I leave?”
“Aw,” says Argyle, and ruffles Eddie’s hair. “That’s sweet, dude. If Jonathan weren’t here, I would.”
“What is happening,” says Jonathan. “I’m gonna—should I leave? I’m gonna leave.”
Eddie whines, “No, c’mon, stay, we’ll do that seance. That’ll make me feel better too. Maybe we can resurrect my deceased heterosexuality.” 
They don’t manage to raise any ghosts or any heterosexualities, but it does make Eddie feel a little better anyway.
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milleeeeeee · 11 months
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it’s fun to stay at the 🤷🙆🏌️🙅
(^^yeah that didn’t work out at all, but you get the general idea)
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n3onstarss · 1 year
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Dancin'!
rottmnt boys x Winged person reader
Relationship; Rise Raph x reader, Rise Donnie x reader, Rise Leo x reader, Rise Mikey x reader (all separate ofc)
Romantic or platonic?; romantic
Reader type; G/N reader, reader has bird wings (type of bird not specified!)
It was a nice spring night, almost impossibly nice for early April. Yokai all over the hidden city had gathered at one of the largest and most beautiful gardens for a night of celebrating the warmer weather and coming summer, alongside the anniversary of the day yokai and humans' acceptance of each other into their societies. Although both groups still had a majority of their people staying where they were before, some yokai and some humans had moves into NYC and the Hidden City respectively.
Tonight, however, was not the time to reflect, as a young couple roamed the park. Hand in hand, a turtle and their winged lover strolled beneath the string lights and warm air, enjoying eachothers company and the night. Some people, both human and yokai, recognized the turtle as one of the mutants who made this all possible, with the defeat of the kraang and the societies integrations, but nobody dared bother the two when they looked so at peace and happy together.
The two approached a courtyard of sorts, lined with short brick walls and well lit. music grew louder as they approached, and both opted to dance.
Raph
Raph enjoyed strolling through the large park with you. the whole night you'd both been getting looks ranging from 'i want what they have' to 'IS THAT THE GUY WHO BEAT THE KRAANG??'
either way, you both opted to ignore them, continuing to move towards the music
by the time you two got there the song that had been playing had ended and a new one was about to begin
as the song began to play and as the song came to life with vocals and drums he quickly looked over to you
you were already rocking and swaying to the best, your wings and feathers fluttering and puffing in time with the beat
when the lyrics actually registered all that was said between you two was a quick "may I have this dance?" before you were immediately a whirlwind of movement
Raph was spinning and twirling and dipping you, entranced with how happy you seemed, and your wings would flare themselves or spread out straight behind you during fast spins
for a majority of the song you had kept your wings close to your body when you could, but at the second chorus or so you both split off to dance together but not together
your wings moved quickly and full of energy in time with the beats and your arms while you twisting and ducked and at one point even took off for a second with a especially powerful beat
the whole time Raph hadn't noticed he'd come to a stop, just watching how violent and stunning you were and how the lights filtered through your feathers only making you stand out more among the vivid colors and moving crowds
by the end of the song you were both exhausted and happy together, opting to sit out for a bit and just bask in eachothers company
Donnie
The whole night he'd been more hunched in on himself than usual, trying to about the prying eyes of some people while also being angry at anybody who stared
In an attempt to bring him some relief from the staring you'd dragged him towards the courtyard, where nobody was paying attention to anybody else and everyone was dancing
by the time you two got there the song was starting, and coincidentally Donnie really liked the song. to the point where you two had danced to it before and choreographed some little dances for certain parts
a majority of the song was just spinning around each other in something that resembled more of a fight than a dance. at some points he'd gently grab your hands and pull you towards him, twisting his arms over your front so you were back to chest with him as you swayed
but after the lull in the song he decided it would be a good idea to just spin. he knew spinning was kinda your go-to when you didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what to do either
as he latched on and began to spin you both shared a wicked grin as you picked up speed and before long you both were a tornado of color in the middle of a circle the crowd had made to avoid getting hit
once the world was just colors and music and his face, you flung your wings open, flaring them in all their glory to catch the light before holding them close but still out behind you. before long they'd drifted to be parallel with your arms, encasing you both
when the song ended and you both stumbled giggling out everyone was either impressed or pissed, but quickly forgot that when the next song started. you both opted out though, needing a minute for your heads to stop spinning and a minute to yourselves
Leo
The whole night you'd both been getting looks, and he just basked in the attention, even if he didn't like some of the looks people gave the two of you
you definitely didn't like the stares, and tried to shrink in on yourself as much as possible
he noticed this early on and when he heard the music he knew what to do. he grabbed your hand and led you both to the music, where the song had just ended
And, of course, you both got lucky! a song you both enjoyed came on, and immediately he grabbed you by the hand and spun you both into a dance
the song was high energy, which was just what you'd needed to come out of your shell a little more. as the chorus came on you let go of eachothers hands to lean in and lip sync at each other before just continuing dancing
infact, the entire song was lip synced by you both, which eventually became singing. you both had listened to the song before and designated parts that you liked singing
as the final chorus approached you both split again and your wings were on full display as you spun and danced and flaunted them around
you both came back together just at the end for a final spin, your wings on full display and not a care in the world. the energy was higher than ever and you both were having the time of your lives out on the dancefloor!
when the song ended you both needed a minute and a drink, your laughter infectious for the crowd and anybody who passed you on your journey to the nearest vending machine
Mikey
Tonight had been a lot so far. you two had sent plenty of death glares at people who hadn't minded their stares and were both annoyed.
and apparently you both needed a pick me up because you automatically drifted towards the music
as the song started it was ironic that they'd played a song you both liked, but neither of you could complain when it was plenty high energy and an excuse to go crazy
the entire song your wings were flared as you both circled each other and spun and danced and dipped. Mikey sang along for a majority of the song and occasionally you'd join him on the chorus
the energy was infectious as the crowd also began to have fun with it, but your wings cleared a path for you two that kept you both away from the crowd
your wings were gliding and dipping with the beat, completely independent of your arms, and whenever Mikey decided to dance face to face they'd wrap loosely around the two of you, close but never touching
before the second chorus was the first time he'd done this, intertwining your fingers and holding both your hands by your faces
during the part between the same chorus and the next one he'd gotten into the song, dancing and spinning almost independent from you, if it weren't for all the times he'd waltz away and come back for you to dip and twirl him
by the end of the song he was more winded than you were, his curse of using dance to express himself more than you did, and it led you both off to find a snack vendor for his blood sugar
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todaysdocument · 7 months
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American soldiers and YMCA women gather for a song at Aix-le-Bains, France, August 27, 1918. 
Record Group 111: Records of the Office of the Chief Signal Officer
Series: Photographs of American Military Activities
Image description: About two dozen American soldiers and two women are gathered around a piano. One man is playing, and several people have their mouths open in song. 
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charleslucid · 2 years
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The song YMCA by Village People is Will and Billy’s song
Occasionally Billy will take Will home or to the arcade or something cuz everybody else is busy. And without any doubt they will listen to YMCA.
The first time Billy plays it Will is just confused because he doesn’t understand the lyrics and also he thoguht Billy was more into Iron Maiden and Metallica. But then the moment it ends Billy turns to Will and is like,
“So, you’re into Mike Wheeler huh? I’m more of a Steve Harrington guy myself”
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campsonglyrics · 1 year
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Moon on the Meadow, bugs in our ears Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears Up on the meadow, water somewhere We were the only one’s there
- Moon on the Meadow
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townofcrosshollow · 9 months
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People act so up in arms when they see drag queens reading children's books to children but they are totally fine with playing a song about gay sex by five men in gay fetish costumes to their children
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every time I hear ymca now I think of when trump left the white house to it. That was Wild
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hraishin · 1 year
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Gai is probably the best dancer in all of Konoha you can't convince me otherwise
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trapezequeen · 1 year
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Song of the Day-NoTheme Thursday (3/9/23)
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“Y.M.C.A.” by Village People
Reblog or Comment If You Listened To It
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rrdcooc · 3 months
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I just heard the stupid Christmas song, I love it. XD Please listen to this.
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marziagaggioli · 5 months
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NEW VIDEO COVER ;) <3
YMCA - Village People - Cover by Marzia Gaggioli
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antvnger · 1 year
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Song of the Day (tell me if it doesn’t work. Someone says it’s not working)
Let me know your thoughts
It worked for me! Let’s dance!
🎵It’s fun to stay at the
YYYYYYYY MCA!!
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TOSS A COIN AND . . .wait for it YMCA
LMAO
@quiet-flower-wonderlings
"YMCA i think you have heard the song wrong my dear lady as it is I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S." Lindor said taking a grand bow before raising himself back him with a hair flip and strummed his Lyre before he burst to song
"Young elfling, there's no need to feel down I said, young elfling, pick yourself off the ground I said, young elfling, 'cause you're in a new Kingdom There's no need to be unhappy
Young elfling, there's a place you can go I said, young elfling, when you're short on your crown You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time
It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the elves
It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. It's fun to stay at the I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel
Young elfling, are you listening to me? I said, young elfling, what do you want to be? I said, young elfling, you can make real your dreams But you got to know this one thing
No elf does it all by themself I said, young elfling, put your pride on the shelf And just go there, to I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S I'm sure the elves can help you today
It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the elves
It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel
Young elfling, I was once in your shoes I said, I was down and out with the blues I felt no race cared if I were alive I felt the whole of arda was so tight
That's when Elrond came up to me And said, young man, take a walk up the track There's a kingdom there called I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. They can start you back on your way
It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S. It's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the elves
I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S., it's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
Young elfling, young elfling, there's no need to feel down Young elfling, young elfling, pick yourself off the ground
I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S., it's fun to stay at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
Young elfling, young elfling, are you listening to me Young elfling, young elfling, what do you wanna be?
I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S., you'll find it at I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
No elf, young elfling, does it all by themself Young elfling, young elfling, put your pride on the shelf I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S., and just go to I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S.
Young elfling, young elfling I was once in your shoes Young elfling, young elfling I was down with the blues, I.M.L.A.D.R.I.S."
Lindor sung he grinned to the lady as the song ended
"Thank you for your coin, I am here, or there, In Imladris or the greenwood, even Lorien, I am everywhere and nowhere at once" Lindor said with another grand bow
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kaslynspeaks · 1 year
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Here's a bit of the OWCA song for you (a YMCA rewrite)
Mammals, reptiles, fishes, and birds Or other species in flocks or packs or in herds With outer coverings or fluffy feathers or furs Or if you bark, moo, quack, chirp, or purr.
Agents, I've called you here to convey. I know it's tiring fighting evil all day, So raise your glasses with milk, water, soy, or OJ And celebrate for an hour without pay.
It's fun to work at the O.W.C.A. It's fun to work at the O.W.C.A. Whether you gallop around Or crawl on the ground It's time that we partied down.
It's fun to work at the O.W.C.A. It's fun to work at the O.W.C.A. When fighting evil is done And you've finally won It's time to kick back and have some fun.
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