can i not dance in peace

✨ february fanfics!! ✨

» After the Storm by ofthedells

Allura, Pidge, Hunk, Lance and Keith go camping.

» bad communication by calliopinaround

“Can we, like, stop speaking in code now actually, because I’m not anymore certain than I was two minutes ago that we’re talking about the same thing and I just want to know if you’re saying you like me back or if I just maybe read way too much into this entire conversation and made that part up?”

» Block, Punch, Dodge by chasing_the_sterek

In which Lance is a secret badass, Keith is surprisingly not as emotionally constipated as normal and everyone cheats at least little bit.

» Dancing Lions, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost.

» galaxies in your eyes, flowers in my heart by Elysabeth

Lance meets his neighbor, grows flowers, almost dies, paints the universe and falls in love. Not necessarily in this order.

» Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

» Heart on Fire by dumpsterdiva 

Recipe for this fic:
1 peaceful morning jog in the park
1 auto-mechanic hothead keith
1 soccer player sinamonroll™ lance
2 cups mutual pining
A dash of angst
All the sugar in the world
Way too many bad pick-up lines
And a burn so slow you could slow roast a whole Kaltenecker

» He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross

It’s been three months since the plan to rescue Allura, and Team Voltron has finally found each other again.

Well, almost.

» He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

When Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

» how will you know its good (because you never do) by mayerwien

Keith and Lance make a 1 AM pilgrimage to Jollibee, Keith questions everything in the known universe, and Lance just wants to eat his gravy and carbs in peace.

» i just want you to know who i am by Kyoshu_Koi

“It’s you!” Keith screamed, “It’s always been you.”

» it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way by mayerwien

Dear Mr. Coran,

I am writing to entrust to you the care and supervision of the young man who will be working with our custodial team starting this coming Tuesday. The young man’s name, as I’m sure you already know, is Keith.

» Laughter Lines by tibetanturnips

Keith and Lance have visited Earth a few times since they became paladins twenty years ago. This time will be the hardest.

“I’ll see you in the future when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told.”

» let the whole world know by redburn

Your soulmates first words said to you are inked on your wrist at birth.

Except now Keith decided he wasn’t going to wait for his soulmate to come along, instead he was more keen on asking out the cute barista who worked near their campus.

» Love and Other Questions by squirenonny

Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)

» never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts

Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.

» Of booty shorts and injuries by Queerswimming

Keith and Lance unexpectedly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

» Pillars of Doubt by Sarolonde

Lance’s wild, carefree smile is missing and he’s isolating himself. Keith hates it, he misses Lance but doesn’t know how to fix it, especially when he can barely cope with his own problems. 

» Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

» The Canvas Effect by neadevar

Lance Mcclain is desperate to find his niche in the world, thought he might have when he discovered he had a soulmate. Only his soulmate seems to be a dick.

» the currents you create by theoddoodisnude

Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.

» The Hunt is Over by lilythechessie

Along the road to making the world a better place by taking down any and all Galra, Lance runs into love in the dark of night on a motor bike. Literally.

» this love has a heartbeat by ashmes

Keith has never really paid any mind to grand romantic gestures, let alone big celebrations and days dedicated to them. It didn’t make sense to him back then on Earth, still doesn’t make sense to him now that they’ve all been invited to the Festival of Love.

» together by RainPhee

Not a single member of Voltron was ready to be taking care of an alien baby themselves.

But that’s what they got.

» Voluntary Drowning by GhostFox

“Oh my god, are you always this annoying?” Keith fists a hand in his hair, tugging lightly as he tries to convince himself that the tingling in his stomach is frustration and not because the dumb quirk at the corner of Lance’s lips is kind of cute.

“Only with people who are cute when they’re mad,” he says easily, as if his own stupid words don’t embarrass him at all. Keith, however, tries to ignore how hot his cheeks feel and blame it on the sun.

“I hope you do drown.”

» you are the sun, and I am the moon (and we will never collide) by dreamingunderthetstars

Lance was Keith’s sun, and Keith was Lance’s moon.

Chasing after one another for eternity, never stopping, only running, and wising that for once, just for a little while, if they could collide.

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Divide: An Album Summary

Eraser: brb dropping all of my responsibilities until i learn this rap 

Castle on a Hill: this is the type of song that if you listen it to while walking, you end up going like 10x your normal pace 

Dive: this song will be sung to every cheesecake i eat (also like idk about you but the beginning kinda sounds like dangerous woman??)

Shape of You: like idk why but all I can think of during this song is somebody bouncing a basketball?? 

Perfect: wedding dance song for 2k17 and beyond

Galway Girl: Irish dance party 

Happier: no i’m not crying. I just have something stuck my eyes. yes, yes, both of my eyes

New Man: okay but literally every line in this song could be put on a t-shirt

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: in which every person listening to this imagines ed singing this to them 

What Do I Know?: what do I know? i know that my boi ed is amazing (also: in which a song can age me back 10 years)

How Would You Feel (Paean): pure cinnamon roll in lyrical form #bless 

Supermarket Flowers: shit i will never be able to buy flowers from walmart ever again without crying 

Barcelona: I never would have thought that I would be attracted to a ginger british guy singing in spanish, but here we are. i can now die in peace. 

Bibia Be Ye Ye: *frantically head bobs* *bangs an invisible drum* *astral projects my body into heaven*

Nancy Mulligan: Irish dance party, pt. II (also super cute)

Save Myself: “’cause she’d just smile and I’m complaining in a song, but it helps” - same, Ed, same

When a girl loves a girl the touches are softer,
fingers like feathers, tracing underneath the breastbone in the midst of twilight.
When a girl loves a girl the tears are harder,
they fall like glass, clear like her eyes laced with honesty and love that smells like lavender
When a girl loves a girl the other girls tongues are sharper,
abomination falls from their lips, lips that have touched their friends in the dark, rich with intoxication
When a girl loves a girl the boys shrink into themselves,
a hurricane is cast around their heads, a rushing desire to have what they can’t, wanting to claim what is not theirs, demanding that it’s being ripped from their calloused hands.
When a girl loves a girl the world whispers, some louder than others
the indoctrinated have matches for fingers, lighting fires for our eternal souls to rot in
the preachers of peace shrug their shoulders, sometimes they chant for us, it’s never loud enough.
the planets sing for us as we dance among the stars,
When a girl loves a girl, she owns the universe.
—  “I Wanted Her, So Did the World” // Angie P
[ red roses ] ✧ kim doyoung

warnings: blood

pairing: doyoung x reader

genre: angst + fluff at the end

word count: 1,455

about: hanahaki disease!au + college!au 

note:  “The Hanahaki Disease is a fatal disease caused by unrequited love, where flowers bloom in your chest and forces your body to cough up petals and blood. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to wipe away all one’s memories of their beloved person by surgery.

ps i have not edited this so its probably real shitty with lots of grammar mistakes forgiv m3 plz i’ll edit it by tomorrow xoxo

“ I love you and it’s killing me “

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BTS Reaction #27 - They see you (their future s/o) for the first time

@praisefandoms asked: BTS and Got7 reaction to seeing their future girlfriend for the first time. Have a good one.


*You can find the Got7 Version >>Here<<*


Seokjin: You were at a small fan meet and the boys of BTS were playing a game. They were split into teams and the MC told each team to find certain items, and the fans would give the items to the members if they had them. Jin had given you various glances throughout this game, always asking you first if you had the item the MC was asking for.

“An angel plushie or keychain!” the mc called next.

Seokjin shot straight to you once again but instead of asking you for an angel plushie, he grabbed your arm and helped you up.

At your confused look he smiled, held the mic up to his mouth and said, “I didn’t find an angel plushie, but a real life angel! I believe I’ve won this round MC!”

I’M SORRY BUT WE ALL KNOW HE’S A CHEESEBALL AND THIS WOULD TOTALLY HAPPEN OKAY?!

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi: You were walking back to your allotted office space where you were writing lyrics for your groups debut when Yoongi caught your eye from across the hall. He was looking at you with slightly widened eyes when he realized you were looking at him too. He instantly gave you a shy smile (like in the gif) and you started walking towards him without realizing it.

You: “Hey, you’re…You’re sort of a mad genius with lyrics do you know that??”

/why did that come out of your mouth first thing??/

He let out a puff of air and laughed, “Yeah I kind of am aren’t I? Are you in a new group here or something? I’ve never seen you here before.”

Still embarrassed from blurting out the first thing that came to your mind when you saw him you said, “Yeah actually… I was just on my way to write some songs for our debut…”

“Ah, well,” he smiled at you even wider then before, “I look forward to the next lyrical genius emerging from the rookie groups. And… If you ever need some pointers just seek me out. I’m here all the time I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

You did see him again. And you did ask for pointers, but only so you guys got to spend more than a few minutes at a time together.

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Due to each reaction being a mini-story (I’m sorry for getting carried away again) the rest of their reactions will be under the cut

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Imagine running with Steve

It was the usual morning ritual the four of you had, a good run in the morning then breakfast at the Tower or the diner near the park. You ran next to Steve, while Bucky and Sam raced next to each other.

“Come on bird boy,” Bucky teased. “I can run laps around you.”

“Whatever you say, metal arm,” Sam retorted speeding up. Bucky looked over his shoulder and winked at you, before taking off to catch up to Sam.

“They do know you could beat both their asses, right?”

Steve huffed out a laugh and smirked. “Let them have their wits.”

“Always a gentlemen,” you mused in between breaths. Your legs ached, you were never a great runner. You downright sucked, but Steve was ever the doting boyfriend; so he slowed his speed and jogged alongside you. The two of you ran together mostly in comfortable silence, you’d occasionally stole glances at the man. His face was a little flushed, hardly any sweat on his forehead. He was beautifully perfect.

“Will you stop staring,” Steve demanded in a teasing voice.

You snorted, “Will you stop being so damn perfect looking! It’s insulting!”

Steve slowed his pace, jogging to a halt. You stumbled over your steps to stop and turned to face him, hands on your hips. Your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath. Sweat beads graced your forehead and you legs were on fire.

“If I can control my urge to pounce on you every second of the day, you can jog in peace alongside me.”

Your mouth gaped open in shock, Steve grinned sheepishly at the ground.

“Steve Grant Rogers!” 

He shrugged innocently as you filled the space between his body and yours. You unashamedly tugged at the hem of his gray shirt, your fingertips danced up his firm stomach. Steve blushed, his eyes darting around to make sure no one saw.  You leaned into his ear, running your hand up and down his chest, and whispered softly, “You can pounce on me any time you want, no permission needed.”

When you pulled away, Steve’s cheeks were rosy. You kissed him softly on the lips and reached around him to pat his bottom, making sure to grab a healthy handful of his ass.

You grinned at him before turning and dashing into a sprint toward Bucky and Sam. “Hey fellas! I just grabbed Captain America’s ass!”

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♡ Boris, alice, Bendy♡

after I saw chapter 2 I can’t help myself, I want to draw them so bad! Raaah supah hand activateee (lol XD) I also love alice the new character in batim! I wonder what’s her role in next chapter :3 I love this game so much now ♡

My work still undone better get to work again :3 see ya later and I hope you like it ♡

(Don’t steal! That’s means don’t edit, don’t claim as yours or etc!!) 

when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; jung hoseok / 979

When Seokjin had requested for you to take one for the team to get Jung Hoseok off the dance floor, you made your request very clear that he owes you big time. It made no sense how it wasn’t your mess to begin with but suddenly is just because Hoseok couldn’t stop calling for you. You thought it was funny, hearing Jimin describe it before he lost his hyung and shoved the phone to Seokjin to explain how Hoseok went from using the glass as a receiver, to his own hand, to getting on his feet to find a phone he conveniently has in his pocket.

So that brings you to a place where the bass is too damned loud for anyone’s ears (or hearts) and your mind starting to go insane if you don’t find Hoseok quick enough. He knows just how much you hate events or functions like these because age must be wanting you to have peace and quiet but here you are and he better appreciate it now where is he?!

You can barely think straight as you make your way through the dance floor and surprise not surprise, once you reach the middle you see a familiar silhouette taking lead in moving their body fluidly, blending to the music as one but it doesn’t last for long when - “I swear on your ass, Hobi. We need to get out of here,”

One, you know he doesn’t recognise it’s you, especially not with clouded eyes blinded by alcohol. Two, he still gives into you by allowing you to pull him from the spotlight and that brings you to three. When he processes he’s being taken away from what’s taking his whole damned mind from the thoughts that he constantly overthinks and suffocates with, he retaliates. 

“I wanna dance some more!” He whines, his tone taking up a notch because when he wants something, he wants something (more so when he’s drunk). “Let m-me get back out there!”

But you’re not having any of his bullshit.

“One more dance and you’ll be on the floor,”

“Down on the floor? Y-”hiccup”-ou want me to get down? I’ll get down!”

“Jung Hoseok, we’re getting out of here,” You make no room for him to disagree when you’re hauling him out before he can find his voice or words. He has no choice but to follow when you have his arm over your shoulder and it’s funny how he still doesn’t catch on who it is just yet. It’s a couple of steps down the sidewalk until the cool breeze meets his skin and - “Y/N…?”

“Yeah, hi,” You snort, heaving his arm over you so you can take part of his weight to make it easier to head back, “I see you’ve finally realized who’s walking you, huh?”

“How did you get here…?” He murmurs, yet he doesn’t have a problem with it. Well, he better not because if he has been calling for you nonstop and suddenly has a problem with you getting him home, drunk or not, you’ll beat his ass.

The walk home was… energy consuming but you’re not complaining. Hoseok seems to comply when you ask him to walk up the stairs and it’s not much of a struggle when he quiets down the moment he reaches his apartment. When you unlock the door and nudge for him to go in, he pulls you with him just as you close the grill.

He drags you to the sofa, in contrast how you were leading him and now as he lays down in comfort, he leaves you no choice when he asks: “C-Could you touch me?”

Your eyes are blown wide because - “Woah, okay, that’s not how you-”r voice is lost in your confusion when Hoseok grabs onto your hand and places it on his head, going the opposite direction your assumptions went and you’re partially grateful he won’t remember this (or at least you hope) because - “Please…?”

Sighing, you decide to use your leg to drag a stool over and sit so you’d have proper leverage to start stroking his head. It’s slow and it’s an irregular pace but it’s all Hoseok will take when he smiles the moment you’re willing to do what he wants. Looking at him from this position, he cranes his neck up to keep his eyes on you but you’re tilting his chin down.

“Get some rest, Hobi. You’re going to hate yourself in the morning,”

At first, he seems to hum in reply and hold onto your other hand as he closes his eyes. Before he drifts off into slumber he asks a question that stops your heart - and hand.

“Even if I hate myself, will you still like me like I like you?”

Gaping, Hoseok opens his eyes and you don’t realize you’re holding your breath to squeak out a shaky y-you like me?

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

This could go down both ways.

Psych, what were you thinking?

Or… or…

“I like you so much I feel like I’m about to lose my mind because this all feels like a dream. And when I wake up, it’s gonna suck so bad because you’re not even here…”

“…I don’t think it’s going to suck in the way you think because your hangover will show you who’s boss,”

“Really?”

“Why don’t you find out tomorrow morning, Hobi?”

“…okay, Y/N.”

((”what the fuck…”

“told you your hangover would show you whose boss,”

“yeah well-y/n? how are you - why are you - oh my god, last night i… did i say anything?”

“well, you did say you could still dance more on the dance floor,”

“…oh,”

“and that you like me,”

“…fuck,”

“…”

“…”

“would it make it better if i said i like you as much as you like me?”

“…wait, what?”))

And aloneness is beautiful. It is only the person who is alone who becomes capable of love. Those who cannot be alone, they cannot be in love at all, because their love remains a kind of need.

Love can be of two types. One is when you say to somebody, “I need you, I really love you.” This is ugly love, because it is based in need. You say, “I need you”: you want to use the other. You are not yet able to be alone; you want to be together with somebody, you want to cling to the other. The other keeps you occupied - without the other you become afraid of your own aloneness.

And this is what people say, and lovers enjoy it very much. When somebody says to you, “I need you, I really love you,” you feel you are entering into something beautiful. You are not; you are entering into something destructive. This is the wrong kind of love.

And this is the love that exists in the world. Everybody is afraid of his loneliness and clings to the other, uses the other as a means, someone to cling to. And when you use the other, the other is reduced to a thing. He is no longer a person, he becomes a husband or a wife. Freedom is lost.

You cannot allow the other to be free, because if you allow freedom then you will have to face your loneliness. And that you don’t want to do.

So you cling. You hold the other, you possess the other. Even if it means being possessed by the other, you are ready to lose your freedom. You become mutual slaves, mutual imprisonments to each other.

Love-as-need creates what the other day I was calling “tunnel vision.” You become focussed on one person and you are afraid that if the other person leaves you, you will not be able to live at all. The very idea of the other leaving you gives you immediate thoughts of committing suicide. Your life will not have meaning.

This is tunnel vision. One is willing to admit only a narrow range of sensations; all else is regarded as insignificant. And when such expectations fail, then one feels life is not worth living. And they always fail, because nobody can really be possessed. How can you possess a presence, a person?

He is not a thing, you can never be the master. The other will go on asserting his freedom, the other will go on sabotaging your efforts to possess him. The other is trying to possess you, and you are trying to possess the other. Nobody wants to be possessed, and everybody wants to be the possessor. Now, this is doomed to fail.

Sooner or later, you will start feeling life has no meaning. This kind of love is pathological, and this is the only kind that exists and is available in the world. It drives people neurotic and psychotic. It should be changed into love which is not a need but a state. Then one can love life in more richness.

Then one can love and yet allow the other freedom. Then love is nonpossessive.

But that love is possible only when you have learned how to live with your aloneness. When you can be alone and perfectly happy and you don’t miss the other at all, only then can you love. But now a totally different kind of love arrives - even to think of it will shock you.

Then the lover says, “I don’t need you, I love you.” It will be almost incomprehensible, a lover saying to somebody, “I don’t need you, I love you.” It will look contradictory, because you have always heard, “I need you, I love you very much” - you are acquainted with that approach.

But this is TRUE love, the other is destructive. It destroys both the people, it destroys all the possibilities of growing. This is true love, this is creative love, when you can say, “I don’t need you, I simply love you.”

Just meditate over it. Repeat it silently within yourself: “I don’t need you, I love you” - and a totally different dimension opens up. Now there is no need to possess, now there is no need to reduce the other to a thing, now there is no need to destroy his or her freedom, now there is no need to allow the other to destroy your freedom. Now love can exist with freedom.

When love exists with freedom it has tremendous beauty; it has something of the ultimate in it. But now it is pure sharing. Now it is a luxury, it is no more a need.

I teach you love-as-luxury, not love-as-need. It is just an overflowing. You have so much that you cannot bear it any more, you have to give it to somebody. And from where are you getting so much?

It comes if you learn how to live in your aloneness. If you learn how to live in your aloneness, enjoy it and celebrate it, if you learn how to be empty without any desire to fill yourself up, to stuff yourself with anything - food, love, money, power - when you are not in any way interested in stuffing your emptiness, then suddenly emptiness changes its color, its quality is transformed. You relax into it.

Then you don’t feel, “I am empty.” You feel, “I am emptiness - and if I am emptiness, I am emptiness.”

And the purity of emptiness is tremendous. In emptiness not even a particle of dust can collect.

Emptiness cannot be polluted by anything, its purity is total and absolute. That emptiness is always virgin. Out of that emptiness, living in that emptiness, great joy and great peace arise and well up.

This is what I call creativity. It can become a song, it can become a painting, it can become a dance, it can become love, it can become all kinds of things. But one thing is similar: it overflows. This overflowing love is a state, a luxury, a sharing for the sheer joy of sharing. This love is celebration.

And, Tada, you have been avoiding your aloneness, you have been avoiding your emptiness. If you go on avoiding it you will never come to know this love, this creative love. And this is the greatest experience there is. You are avoiding your own great possibility and potential.

Don’t be serious, please. Drop it. It is not going to give you anything except more and more misery.

Meditate on these words of Kahlil Gibran:

Sing and dance together and be joyous But let each of you be alone Even as the strings of a lute are alone Though they quiver with the same music.

Stand together, yet not too near together, For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Be alone: that is meditation. And in aloneness wells up love: that is creation. Then love can do miracles.

But the person who remains serious remains unavailable to his own sources, his own juice; he remains unavailable to his own soil and roots. The person who is serious goes on moving round and round outside his being.

Drop your seriousness. Laugh a little, love a little, and you will know what God is.

—  Osho

I got thinking about sana and yousef dancing together & now I can’t get the idea out of my head (this was just meant to be headcanons but it kinda turned into a oneshot so enjoy lol):

• yousef and sana at the beginning of their relationship still feeling a bit shy in front of each other so yousef sticks to dancing by himself/with the boys

• one day sana’s in her room chilling with chris (i miss their friendship ok?) when Keep Ya Head Up by 2pac suddenly starts blaring through the apartment
• sana tries to just keep on doing her thing, scrolling through her phone, ignoring the song, but chris is staring at her like “sana?? hello??? can you not hear that extremely loud music????” and sana just brushes it off like “oh it’s just yousef and the boys, they’re probably dancing or something”
• so now chris is staring at her like?? your boyfriend dances??? do they all dance?? does MIKAEL dance?? is he good????? sana I have to see this
• sana (because she doesn’t wanna make yousef uncomfortable) just shakes her head and tells chris she should drop it, “they’re not that great, plus my mum could dance better than mikael any day” (but secretly we all know sana loves watching yousef dance, she loves the way he’s so at peace and looks so happy when he’s dancing, plus he’s so GOOD at it)
• for about 30 seconds they stay sitting on the floor, but now sana’s just pretending to scroll through her phone because all she really wants to do is get up and rap/sing along with the music
• eventually she can’t take it anymore, she huffs and gives in, gets up and opens the door (they’re playing 2pac, that’s practically begging for her attention)
• the girls walk out of sana’s room (chris is very intrigued and excited because boys dancing !!!) and they find the boys crowded around yousef who’s dancing in the middle of the living room, showing them a routine
• sana tries to hold chris back from walking into the room because she still doesn’t want to make yousef uncomfortable, but chris walks straight in, winking at mikael as she does so
• sana however stays behind the door, standing there with that cute lil smile on her face because she adores watching yousef so much, he’s so into the dance, moving with the music and smiling, and all his friends are so in awe of him but then yousef opens his eyes and sees sana in the doorway (seems to be a common theme in this relationship) and he gets all bashful because he doesn’t want to dance in front of her
• this is met with a chorus of “bro what the fuck???” “why can’t sana watch you” “come on man you’re so good” from the boys (because they see how talented he is, they just want him to show it off!!!)
• then chris, who just has her eyes on mikael tbh, decides to pipe up like “ok yousef, how about we turn this into a dance contest, you’ve had your go so how about, I don’t know… mikael!! how about you dance next”
• all the boys start laughing, pushing mikael into the middle of the room, but he pushes back like “now boys, you’ve all seen me dance and we know I’m incredible, that’s a given, but you know who we’ve never seen dance? sana. I think she should go next”
• everyone starts chanting her name (other than yousef who’s just staring at her very fondly) and she’s just like “hahaha nooo I don’t dance, I’ve got better things to be doing” and starts walking back to her room when yousef catches her arm and suggests that maybe the two of them could.. dance together? (this is met with a chorus of cheers from everyone else, especially chris, who wants to see sana actually dance, not just bob her head like she does at parties)
• plus yousef may be embarrassed dancing in front of sana alone but he’s willing to push that aside to get her to dance in front of him (even better WITH him)
• the boys start playing the music again and sana’s just staring at yousef as he starts moving his hips to the music and pulling her back into the room because she’s stuck when she looks at him??? she can’t move for the life of her because she’s nowhere near as good as yousef and she’s never properly danced in front of anyone else so what is she meant to do??? but yousef just smiles at her, moves his hand down to hold hers and squeezes it gently
• at first they’re just looking at each other and stepping side to side (and yousef is smiling so hard now but sana’s trying to keep her Feelings on the down low so she’s trying to look unimpressed; inside she is screaming) but then the song gets to the chorus and yousef dramatically twirls her around as they hear ‘keep ya head up’ being sung and then sana can’t help herself, she finally lets herself move a little more to the music (relaxing, nodding her head, and stepping in time with yousef, even swaying her hips ever so slightly, and letting herself smile just a tiny bit) because she loves this song and she really likes this boy
• both of them start quietly singing/rapping along to the song (you know sana knows all the words and yousef learnt them all once he realised sana loves 2pac) and they eventually completely forget that their friends are watching them because they’re in a world of their own now, just surrounded by the music, smiling and dancing with each other
• they only stop when the song fades away and the boys all starting clapping and yelling “THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL” but as sana turns around, she sees chris filming them on her phone so sana practically jumps onto her and grabs the phone away to delete the video
• “but sana that was so cute, vilde would love it… can’t I just send it to the girls????”
• “sana bakkoush doesn’t do cute. you can never tell anyone about this. NONE OF YOU can ever tell anyone about this” (but inside Soft Sana is smiling because she knows it was cute and she really enjoyed it)
• the joke’s on sana though because mikael filmed the whole dance and he uploads it onto Hei Briskeby
• cue the comments from vilde and eva like “SANA YOU AND YOUSEF ARE GOALS😍😍😍😍 ALL OF US HAVE TO GO DANCING SOMETIME!!!💖🌸
• elias comments "she got her dancing skills from me guys you’re welcome”
• isak comments “you’re better at dancing than you are at biology, maybe you should stick to that from now on
also even wants me to say that this is the sweetest thing in the world, better than any romance film he’s ever seen (ur still not cuter than us tho sorry)”

• after this day, dancing becomes a regular thing for sana and yousef (but only when they’re alone so that sana doesn’t have to grab any more phones)
• when they’re feeling silly they dance to upbeat bubblegum pop songs (very evak-esque), just jumping around and grinning at each other and when one of them’s sad or stressed they’ll put on something slow and just be together, not having to say anything
• dancing becomes an easy way for them to communicate without words, one of them will just put on a song and they’ll dance together knowing that it only has to be the two of them and they can let everything go for a little while

Rant

I get so angry knowing how black dancers are systematically marginalized in the adult entertainment industry. They’re the ones that aren’t able to get hired at mixed clubs that are mysteriously “never hiring”. They’re the ones that are constantly dealing with stupid racist assholes or men that are constantly trying to solicit them for sex with the littlest amount of money possible. Dancing their asses off on stage for pennies. Some nights are spent haplessly looking for all 3 customers that are actually “into black girls”. Recovering from dudes that would tell them “I don’t like black girls” to their faces. There’s absolutely no reason for these beautiful ass women to be the ones that are constantly being left in the dust. Yes dancing’s lucrative. Yes you’re an independent contractor so you’re supposedly more financially independent. But let’s be honest in saying that sometimes it sucks ass dancing while black

Society at large is already steeped with socioeconomic road blocks that prevent traditionally marginalized peoples from flourishing. We have every right to go home with peace of mind

That’s why I’ll go out of my way to support my fellow black dancers in any way I can. I’ll tell you which clubs and cities have money. I’ll drive you home even if I’ve known you for 5 seconds. I’ll point out customers that are up for grabs and spending money. I’ll commiserate with you on the days you’re dealing with the occasional asshole customer. We should take it upon ourselves to at least support each other

° ✧ SUPERHERO SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜
❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜
❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜
❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜
❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜
❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜
❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜
❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜
❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜
❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜
❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜
❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜
❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜
❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜
❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜
❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜ 
❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜
❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜
❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜
❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜
❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜
❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜
❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜  
❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜
❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜
❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜
❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜
❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜
❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜
❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜  
❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜
❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜
❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜
❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜
❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜
❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜
❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜
❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜
❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜
❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜
❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜
❛ Peace was never an option. ❜
❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜
❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜
❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜
❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜
❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜
❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜
❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜
❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜
❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜
❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜
❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜
❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜
❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜
❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜
❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜
❛ A hero? Like you? ❜
❛ Put on the suit. ❜
❛ Have you got a suit? ❜
❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜
❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜
❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜
❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜
❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜
❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜
❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜
❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜
❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜
❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜
❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜
❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜
❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜

anonymous asked:

I remember you saying that one of your favorites hotmess aus was the laundry mat one where the person puts their clothes into the washer and it's full of blood, would you be willing to write it for my birthday today involving Minhyuk? You really don't have to since my birthday isn't that significant but I would just like to see how you'd interpret it for Minhyuk. Murderer, assassin, clumsy college student that ran into the door and got a nosebleed

you’re right, this is absolutely one of my favorites!! 
i wrote it for jun once before, but you know what it’s your birthday and you deserve this au if you want it!!! hope your birthday is stellar!!!~~

  • so it’s like 7 am and you’re at the laundromat because it’s empty, literally no one gets up this early to do chores, so you have the whole place to yourself which is good because tbh laundry can get kind of weird to do with 30 other people watching you fold your underwear
  • and plus you get to put on your headphones and dance around as badly as you want while you wait for your stuff to get washed
  • which is exactly what you do after getting everything in the washer
  • and you don’t notice the other person come in, shirt stained and soaked with blood, obviously disoriented and very v e r y much in pain
  • and you’re just ,,,,,,,,,dancing it the heck away. listening to monsta x because wow they’re really good???? why haven’t they won on music shows yet- anyway
  • this bloody person, who is trying to fish coins out of their pocket to no avail, sees you and is like “h-help,,,,,”
  • but your ears are blocked so you don’t even know he’s there
  • not until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and you freeze in fear and your first instinct is whoever’s hand it belongs to must be a ghost because no one else is here and therefore the only plausible reaction is to punch this ghost
  • which is what you do, you land a swing right into the persons chest and when you do you realize no ghost,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,can have a physical body so holY SHIT YOU JUST HIT SOMEONE
  • and when you turn around you see all the blood and your eyes almost fall out of your head you’re like “DID I DO THAT???”
  • and the bloody boy is in too much pain to answer and you’re like oh no oh no oh no and you quickly put your hand on his back to support him and move him to one of the benches and you’re like “wait here!!!” and you run to find a towel or something to help stop the bleeding but all there is is paper towels from the bathroom??? and you’re like this will have to do
  • and you get a whole wad of the it and run back and try to dab at the blood on this boy’s face and hands and you’re apologizing one hundred times you didn’t know hitting someone in the chest made them bleed so hard
  • but only when the person sort of regains their composure does he manage to give you a really weak smile and he’s like
  • “you,,,,,,didn’t make me bleed. i ,,,,,, got a really bad nosebleed on my morning run,,,,,,,,,and this was the first place i saw,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like oH so my punch???? didn’t almost kill you
  • and he’s like no,,,,,,but it did hurt and you’re like sORRY
  • and he’s like “im minhyuk by the way,,,,,,” and you tell him your name too and you’re like “did you want to wash your shirt since it has blood on it??” and he nods and explains that he can’t really walk back into his building like this. his roommates will think he’s crazy
  • and you’re like “here let me wash it as an apology for punching you when you were already,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,you know.”
  •  and he gives a small laugh but says he has some coins it’s fine but you’re like no no i have to do this
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re pulling a bloody shirt out of some cute boys arms in the middle of the morning like what is happening
  • but you get it in the washer and there’s blood everywhere and you’re like yikes
  • but then you see minhyuk is just sitting there. shirtless,,,,,,and you look away quickly when he catches your eye and you try to focus on the washer
  • but minhyuk is like “oh,,,,,by the way were you dancing when i came in?” and you’re like UH,,,,,kinda,,,,,,, but it’s embarrassing so forget it
  • and minhyuk is like “i like to dance too! what song were you listening to?”
  • and you get out your phone and sit back beside him and hand him an earphone and put the song back on
  • and you guys go through your playlist and when you look up it’s kind of silly to see him sitting there with paper towel stuck up his nose to make sure the bleeding doesn’t start again
  • but also your arm brushes against his bare skin and you get goosebumps because right right shirtless,,,,
  • but minhyuk doesn’t even seem to notice,he just scoots closer to you and says that he knows the dances to most of these songs
  • and once your laundry is done and so is minhyuk’s shirt
  • you put everything in the dryer, minhyuk insists on helping but you get shy about him seeing your laundry so you’re like just rest,,,,,,,
  • and minhyuk’s dries faster because it’s one shirt and when he slips it back on he thanks you for helping him out
  • and you’re like no problem!!! sorry for,,,,,,,punching you again but minhyuk just laughs - this time much louder and with more happiness behind it
  • and you notice how cute he looks when he laughs, and how he throws his whole head back like,,,,,,,how adorable
  • and he’s like “it’s ok, im used to it i live with 6 other guys!” and you’re like woah what 
  • and minhyuk nods and he’s like “i want to help you carry your laundry but i have to go because ive been gone for too long, but -”
  • and he motions to your phone and you hand it to him and he puts in his contact and gives it back like “but let’s meet up sometime! maybe we can go play dance dance revolution or something hehe” and you’re like h eY,,,,are you making fun of me
  • and minhyuk is grinning like no no i think your dancing was cute, i wanna see more
  • and you’re like sH,,,,,,,,,but he only nods and is like “text me when you’re free, we can go dancing or get something to eat. ill try not to get a nosebleed.” 
  • and you giggle at his joke as he flashes a peace sign and leaves
  • and you’re standing there with only the sound of the drying machine
  • well until you the woman who runs the place comes by and looks at the blood on the floor and is like “what have you been up to?” and you’re like I CAN EXPLAIN 
DMT-Breaktrough Trip Report

Today I am gonna write about another DMT experience I’ve had a while back. It was around 9 pm or something and I had nothing to do so I decided to smoke some DMT. I smoked around 135mg of extracted N N DMT powder and in the moment I exhaled the DMT I already felt the first effects. 

It started with a tingling located in my chest, close to my heart which began to take over in waves through my whole body. The tingling got more and more powerful and it felt like the ground I was sitting commenced to dissolve. My heart was racing more and more and the tingling feeling reached my head. I heard strange deep noises and a really loud rushing noise. The visuals also got more and more intensive. I saw psychedelic patterns all over my room and the walls were moving and breathing. The more powerful the tingling and the noises became the crazier my visuals began to be. The patterns were morphing into faces that seemed to be talking because they were moving their mouths. It felt more and more like that the ground and almost everything material was dissolving and then I heard kind of a really loud crack or bang and whoop.

I was falling through my ground faster and faster. I saw lights, colors and patterns moving beside me and everywhere were those faces I saw on my walls. The noises I heard began to sound more like super deep voices and it really felt like these faces were actually trying to communicate with me. The deeper I fell the slower I got until I stood completely still. I was looking around and all I saw was black and moving lights all around me. Theses dancing lights were in the most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen. Colors so exceptionally uncommon that I am pretty sure those colors don’t exist in our world. I really don’t have words to describe this breathtaking moment. It felt like I was enjoying this light-dance for hours and then something amazing happened. The lights got more and more, I was only able to see colors everywhere but they still got more. The more colors I saw the more it became white, which makes sense because white is basically every color at maximum. In the moment my view turned completely into white I heard another crack or bang noise and I was in the DMT-World again. I visited this world two times before that trip and I already wrote a trip report about my first arrival in this world but this time I try to describe it as good as possible. 

I was on the shore of a lake with deep azure blue water, on the lake were many huge water plants with purple and red blossoms. Around this lake were big hills completely overgrown with trees or other plants and it looked like a rainbow with all these colored plants. The sky was slightly pink-purple-red and the sun went down. In the sky, I was also able to see other planets and two galaxies. This beautiful sunset and the galaxies were reflecting in the water and it was a really really beautiful light play. Around the shoreline were small buildings and small little creatures were waiting in front of their houses. The buildings were purple-blue and around them were pretty huge plants. It looked like those creatures built their houses in plants. The creatures were as tall as my legs and red-greenish patterned all over their body. The patterns they have all over their body are looking like many toothed wheels. Furthermore, they have big eyes and small elf-looking ears, that’s probably why most people call them Machine or DMT-Elves. I already met those creatures before, so I walked to them. The closer I got the more were the elves dancing and moving. It seemed like they were unbelievable happy to see me again. I reached their little village or whatever it was and they immediately started to dance around me and it sounded like they were singing. I was lying in the extremely green looking grass watching the sunset and around 7-10 DMT-Elves were holding their hands and started to dance in a hand-holding-circle around me. It looked really funny and I enjoyed it a lot. It was such a beautiful, colorful and peaceful place. I forgot all the fuckery we have on our planet, all the destruction that is caused by humans. Suddenly the creatures stopped dancing and one of them spoke to me. I freaked out because he was speaking a god damn language I was able to understand. He said something like: “We are pleased to see you again and we would love to keep you here but sadly… The time has come. You need to go” I answered totally perplexed: “How… How can I stay here?” The creature hesitated for a moment and answered with a really honest voice: “You need to die”.

The dancing lights were appearing again and my view turned white. It lasted a few moments and then the white light wore off and I was able to see my room again. I was still sitting on my ground and almost every DMT-effect was gone. I was extremely disillusioned and I tried to understand what this creature meant with “You need to die”. I thought for hours about it and I came to the conclusion that the only way I am able to live in this world is that my body needs to die. I need to leave my physical cage on earth and free my mind to permanently be in this place.

Jimin Scenario: Starry Eyes.

Request: IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS <3 jimin as prince pretty please~ imagine jimin asking his best friend to the annual dance but she starts to refuse because jimin is a prince and she’s a commoner and then jimin persuades her by serenading !!! aaah it just makes me smile every time imagine this, also can you make it that they run away from the ball and went to the beach at midnight just watching the stars while jimin slowdances with her, bare foot and all <3 <3 <3 I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Genre: Romance


You saw Jimin coming to your house before he was able to see you. You couldn’t sleep so you had been staring at the night sky from your window, but at the sound of a rider you had sharpened your gaze to the up hill road that led to your modest home. Jimin was riding his red stallion, Legend, who he had named himself and who was as cocky and gentle as his owner. It was incredible how people left a bit of their personalities in their animals, Jimin had this air of smugness around him, with his blond hair and strong shoulders he was handsome and ladies swoon for him, but his smile was sweet and he’d treat the people around him with the same manners, from the highest noble to the stable boys who idolized him and helped him take care of Legend, you had never seen him treating someone unfairly. 

With the exception of you, coming here in the middle of the night was outrageous, making your heart beat this fast shouldn’t be possible, this was rudeness in its maximum expression.

You tried to close your window and hide but by the time you reacted to do that he had already spotted you. His smile grew wide and he lifted his hand to you, other times you’d smile back at him and hurry him up, but now that made you feel odd, the so called “butterflies” in your stomach giving you a hint of what your friendship was becoming, or at least how your feelings were changing about him.

-Y/N!- he called your name when he was at a shorter distance, you saw him dismounting Legend to then tie him to the medium sized font you had just in front of your house that had rails around for such purposes. You gave him a weird look and he snickered. -What are you doing? Did you know I was coming? Were you waiting for me?-

You turned your head and prayed to all the Gods out there your blush wasn’t evident. -I’m just keeping watch for any unwanted intruder- you answered making him laugh.

-Well I see that Y/N-

Jimin walked closer to the house but still at a certain distance so you could see him properly from the second floor in which your room was located, you adjusted your night robe feeling self conscious about your appearance but that didn’t discourage the smile on his face, and that surely didn’t discourage the damn butterflies on your stomach.

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Dressed like a daydream

Characters: Hoseok & OC

Setting: Royalty au, Cinderella au

Genre: adventure, fluff, romance, humour

Words: 10354

Prompt: Cinderella did not come to the party to enjoy it, but is instead an assassin tasked to kill the prince. (cr.) / I  snuck into the castle to kill you, but wow you’re good with a sword, and I quite like your eyes…

Summary: When the Crown Princess’ best friend agrees to go to the ball instead of her, to kill Prince Hoseok and save her from an arranged marriage, that’s definitely not how she planned this.

Written for @bangtan-bookclub’s May Theme Challenge: Royalty AU

For the sake of the story let’s just accept that all the big Korean cities are autonomous kingdoms, Incheon people are famous for their blonde hair, their style is similar to Disney royalties instead of traditional Korean dressing and wars, assassins, arrange marriages are common things.

Each part’s title is lyrics of Blood, sweat and tears.


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The Royal Family of Gwangju invites you to the Annual Masquerade Ball in celebration of the Prince’s birthday.

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