“Style has a profound meaning to Black Americans. If we can’t drive, we will invent walks and the world will envy the dexterity of our feet. If we can’t have ham, we will boil chitterlings; if we are given rotten peaches, we will make cobblers; if given scraps, we will make quilts; take away our drums, and we will clap our hands. We prove the human spirit will prevail. We will take what we have to make what we need. We need confidence in our knowledge of who we are."
When I was a child there was nothing to eat. I was the eldest of five and so it was my job to make sure that I always let my brothers and sisters eat before me. War was inching inward from the coast and as it marched closer, our food grew scarcer. Animals fled the area, or were slaughtered and consumed in panic by the other families in our village.
(into a depression hole that’s where, I have all your posts lined up ready to read and comment on I PROMISE it’s just that ye olde depresh then taps on my shoulder and says ‘what if, instead of doing this thing you love, you just dragged yourself to work, then went home and mindlessly clicked around doing nothin and hating yourself? doesn’t that sound BETTER?’ and I am like ‘wow that sounds awful!!! let’s do it!!!’ honestly car dealerships should hire my depression it is the best goddamn sales person ever)
BUT THE POINT IS
we are here, together at the end. It has been a long and winding road filled with lows (we wept with you and raged with you) and enormous highs (we laughed with you, we squealed and clapped our hands to our face in disbelieving joy with you) and some truly weird potholes (YOU FUCKING CASSANDRA YOU, SINGING THOSE JAGGED HOLES INTO BEING AND THEN SLAMMING THE SHIP WITH US ALL ON IT RIGHT INTO THEM)
it is the last season with DS9, but not our last season with you Tarra, not nearly. Legions awaits, and after that many more shows to delight in once again through you. But thank you for this amazing experience. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you
A lonely, isolated ice prince and a lonely, stubborn Japanese man fall in love and round out the best in each other. They will end up marrying and the ice prince will live in Japan with his spouse for good.
…Basically I am laughing how Viktuuri beats my darling otp KuroFai to being canon* in just three months of airing, versus more than 10 years of trc/twc publication.
*granted KuroFai is NOT canon and probably will never be…
Touken Ranbu Hanamaru ED#5: 出づる月、招宴の唄 (The Departing Moon, Banquet Song) (full ver.) by Kasen Kanesada (Ishikawa Kaito), Shokudaikiri Mitsutada (Satou Takuya), Tsurumaru Kuninaga (Saito Souma) and Mikazuki Munechika (Toriumi Kosuke)
Mikazuki: The loitering star under the sky has no goals
Transient loneliness ends, disappears -
Shokudaikiri: Welcome, come in, now, let’s start
Tsurumaru: With surprises bursting forth
Kasen: And a welcome also in the air; to the free sky you like,
All: Go ahead and be entertained.
An invitation to a lovely feast is the greatest form of
Let’s go to be healed, together, our hearts are full of laughter.
Because of good cooking and elegance, suddenly, your lip-smacking resounds.
In order for happiness to overflow, tonight, everybody sings.
Kasen: If you’re worn out, let’s get healed, Tsurumaru:
If you’re injured, let’s go to the refinery; Being soaked in a medicated bath, Kasen+Tsurumaru: Feels good, doesn’t it?
Kasen: Come now, let’s share tales of our travels Tsurumaru:
Let’s talk the entire night away, until we get sick of it Shokudaikiri:
Going beyond this one moment, as the seasons change,
All: Have fun even more
All: Being invited to take it easy in a refined festival isn’t so bad.
As a lamp burns, we’ll take turns clapping our hands,
Gentle sounds and music are all that’s needed to clear up one’s heart a little.
Everyone will dance tonight, to feel happy.
Mikazuki: All night I’ve been going through the mist, aah,
In the world of temporal things, I have seen the ends of [days] past,
I pray to the moon that tomorrow, [we] will dance, surely -
All: An invitation to a lovely feast is the greatest form of
Let’s go to be healed, together, our hearts are full of laughter.
Because of good cooking and elegance, suddenly, your lip-smacking resounds.
In order for happiness to overflow, tonight,
And it was at Stratford years later, at the official luncheon to celebrate Shakespeare’s 400th birthday, that I saw a clear example of the difference between what a ritual is and what it could be. It was felt that Shakespeare’s birthday called for a ritual celebration. The only celebration anyone could vaguely remember was related to a feast, and a feast today means a list of people from Who’s Who, assembled around Prince Philip, eating smoked salmon and steak. Ambassadors nodded to one another and passed the ritual red wine. I chatted with a local MP. Then someone made a formal speech, we listened politely - and rose to our feet to toast William Shakespeare. At the moment the glasses clinked - for not more than a fraction of a second, through the common consciousness of everyone present and all for once concentrating on the same thing - passed the notion that four hundred years ago such a man had been, and that this was what we were assembled for. For a breath of time the silence deepened, a touch of meaning was there - an instant later it was brushed away and forgotten. If we understood more about rituals, the ritual celebration of an individual to whom we owe so much might have been intentional, not accidental. It might have been as powerful as all his plays, and as unforgettable. However, we do not know how to celebrate because we do not know what to celebrate. All we know is the end result: we know and we like the feel and sound of celebrating through applause, and this is where we get stuck. We forget that there are two possible climaxes to a theatre experience. There is the climax of celebration in which our participation explodes in stamping and cheering, shouts of hurrah and the roar of hands, or else, at the other end of the stick, the climax of silence - another form of recognition and appreciation for an experience shared. We have largely forgotten silence. It even embarrasses us; we clap our hands mechanically because we do not know what else to do, and we are unaware that silence is also permitted, that silence also is good.
she has saved me so many times, more than i have ever saved myself. when she held me down on the hardwood floor so i wouldnt try to die, when she has wrapped her arms around me so i could sleep. in this moment i wish her hands werent so far away, just so i could claps our hands together & keep the moment alive.
i guess as a romantic pairing we would be like a four alarm fire & 10 gallons of oil, possible destruction but a blazing fire that couldnt get put out easily. the love already exists, feels like fireworks in my belly but we set it off to the side. our pursuit of everywhere else other than each other put us here.
if we were under perfect circumstances when we last saw each other, then we woulda let ourselves get caught up in a moment. sadly we never get handed those types of circumstances, so i settle for glances that last like forever. truthfully my tongues tired of holding back the words that i need to say, tired of holding back the words you need to hear.
we let ourselves get caught up in the moments again, only this time in my bed. time disappeared suddenly while she moaned my name, while i touched & tasted all the right places. at least sex is the one thing we can get right.
still as a romantic pairing were a four alarm fire & 10 gallons of oil, but still a blazing fire in our bodies. you admitted to the many things that were obvious, while we gripped to each others fingers tryna make the tears stop, they still flowed.
she felt so good in my arms, hands wrapped around my body like a boa constrictor but difference is i could breathe. its easier to breathe when shes around me.
throw me another questionnaire, have the question be “do you love her?” then the options would be yes, no, maybe but the answers already laid out.
I had a dream of the time we were born We lived beautifully in the city of wombs, clapped our hands and laughed
We drank up the paint, and the colors of the rainbow changed We began to be wanted to be embraced, and became unable to walk alone
We laughed at each other, Devoting our love to toys Those untouchable children; I want to break them with easy words!
The prostitute set fire; in a faraway town, someone died.
Beckoned by lemmings, we arrive at the end of this world Please don’t get strong; amidst the pollution, a siren rang out and drove me mad
I’ll be waiting in the depth of the theme park You know the structure of Heaven
We drank our nausea back in, and rain of iron came pouring down Papa and mama made a mistake; the wrong numbers cannot be reversed anymore
You’ve been praying, haven’t you? Giving water to artificial flowers We laughed at each other Devoting our love to that body Those worthless picture book, I want to burn them with the breaths of sheep!
We lit flame to our bodies You can hear it maddeningly telling us to live, right?
The prostitute set fire; in a faraway town, someone died.
Luz rose from the table and, snapping his fingers as he went, jitterbugged to him and asked him to dance. “Hotcha man, doing the Lambeth Walk.” He yipped and yahooed. A former exchange student with the 6th Airborne Division, Luz, who was a great mimic and consistently entertaining in both garrison and combat, turned on his English accent. “Blimey, I’m a Limey, Covent Garden, ‘ere we come.” Marsh blushed and wrenched free. Luz trucked and pranced, while the rest of us laughed and clapped our hands. Everybody liked Luz.
There are’t much I can do except to keep you all in my prayers and wish for the best for all of us. It’s hard, I know, but I hope you all know too that we will support you, well… I’m pretty sure you guys know that already, my dorks :) For the nine of you who deserve nothing but happiness and more, I give you my trust, that you all are strong and we can go trough this together. It will get better, everything will get better… One day, we will cry tears of happiness together, no more sadness. Please keep in mind, my loves, stay safe, stay healthy, eat a lot and hold each others hand tightly, just like how we, fans will claps our hands tightly and wish for your well being. Everything will be fine, as long as we stay together. We are strong, aren’t we? :) Don’t give up, let’s prove that we can go through this together. I’m proud of each and every one of you. Stay positive! It will get better! I love you all, ZE:A and ZE:A’S, you are all mine! ^^
I had been trying to steal glances at him ever since he walked into the room but it seemed every time I looked up, he was looking directly at me which only caused me to cower in my seat and dart my eyes away timidly.
“What the hell is David Luiz doing in our class?” I questioned my friend Laurie who was seated next to me in our drama class. With the mention of his name, Laurie couldn’t help but look over to where David sat and shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“He knows Tony. They’re friends or something of the sort.” Of course she wasn’t fangirling on the inside like I was. Laurie wasn’t too much of a football fan. She was able to recognize the well-known players but aside from that if you asked her, she probably didn’t even know what team David was currently on.
Meanwhile I was going insane inside because this was the man I had spent the summer admiring as Brazil’s national team played. It was odd to be this close to him now. When I walked in class to see him seated and talking casually, a smile on his face I literally stopped in my tracks until Laurie pulled me along with her to our usual seats.
“Guess I should become better friends with Tony,” I mumbled under my breath to her, causing her to chuckle. Our conversation didn’t get the opportunity to continue for much longer as our professor clapped her hands to gather everyone’s attention and began talking.
“Class, today will be all about taking yourself out of your comfort zone. Relaxing, being comfortable and confident, stepping out of your normal self. We have a special guest joining our class,” she smiled as she pointed off toward David who sat on the other side of the room who simply offered a small shy-like smile in return.
“I’d like to involve him in this class since he’s visiting so David, could you please come up here?” David didn’t shy away from the attention. Instead he stood up confidently and walked closer to the professor, standing on her other side while he waited for instructions. “Are you good at dancing?” she questioned him.
He offered a simple shrug. “I’d like to think so.”
“Perfect. Then you can help with this next exercise. I need a volunteer to help out David with this.” Immediately, the other women in the class anxiously raised their hands to volunteer but our professor’s eyes already seemed to be glued to me. I tried my best to avoid her gaze without being obvious but it was too late as she called out my name. “Y/N. You’d be perfect for this. Come up here,” she said as she motioned me over with her hand.
I internally groaned to myself as I reluctantly left my seat, Laurie giggling and pushing me slightly in my back for encouragement.
“I want you two to dance. Salsa, specifically. I don’t care if you’re good at it or even know how. Figure it out. Step out of your comfort zone.” I knew the last portion of her statement was directed specifically towards me. The only reason I was in this drama class was because of Laurie nearly forcing me into it. I wasn’t outgoing enough to volunteer myself to go up and embarrass myself in front of the class so it was rare I was ever up here. I guess our professor decided today was the day.
Of course. Why not embarrass the shyest person in the class by making her show her dancing skills, or lack thereof, with professional footballer David Luiz?
She stepped away to leave the two of us standing alone in front of the anxious eyes of the rest of the class. A soft tone of salsa music began to play out the speakers and David held out his hand to me with a wide grin on his face.
I wanted to admit to him right then that I was a horrible dancer and I was about to embarrass the both of us but instead I swallowed away my doubts and said a silent prayer to myself that I at least wouldn’t trip over my own two feet in front of everyone.
I placed my hand into his and he held out his right as well, which I took next. We were now standing face to face and he peered down at me, never breaking our gaze.
He started off with a basic movement and though it wasn’t very basic for me at first, I seemed to get it as I stepped back with my right foot and he stepped forward to fill in the gap, moving our hands to the rhythm of the music. Without warning, he brought his hand up and over my head, landing behind me.
“Hips,” he uttered lowly into my ear.
“Huh?” I whispered back but instead of verbally responding, he just closed the gap between us and guided my hips to the right and then to the left with his own body. Beginning to get the movement, I moved my hips on my own though I welcomed his help as the feeling of his body closing in on mine made the hair on my body stand on end.
“Ready?” He questioned lowly and I nodded. From there, he withdrew from behind me to send our arms untangling, meanwhile unwinding me. Nearly facing each other, his face broke into a smile as he spoke again. “Step back with your left first.”
I followed his instruction and did such, beginning to feel comfortable with the way he was guiding me. He seemed so relaxed and experienced and the positive vibes were starting to rub off on me. Even my hips began to drop to the rhythm of the music which I never knew I could do.
He drew us closer together for a moment, taking the time to whisper something else in my ear. “I’m about to dip you. Slide out your left leg when I tap your right.”
We continued our current movement for a bit longer before I felt his foot lightly tap the bottom portion of my leg and foot to signal to me the dip was coming soon. As I felt him lowering my body, I dropped my back and slid out my left leg. I was only caught by David’s hands cradling the small of my back.
With the stop of our movement, it gave me time to truly admire David as his face was close to mine, his eyes searching mine just as mine was searching his. My chest moved up and down as my breathing became shorter but I didn’t notice just like I didn’t notice or hear the rest of the class cheering as they watched our dancing come to an end.
David didn’t seem to either until I saw a flicker in his eyes and that was when it seemed he realized he had been staring at me. He lifted me up and dropped his hand back to my back. “Good job,” he leaned closer to my ear and commented which made me break into an undeniable smile.
“Great job you two,” my professor stated proudly as she got up from her seat beside the stage and walked over towards us. “You can return to your seats now.”
David gave me one final look before returning to his seat by his friend and I did the same, seeing Laurie’s giddy face for the first time. “Ahhhh, that was so cute!”
All I could do was giggle in response as I got in my seat. “I guess.” I was simply trying to downplay it but inside I was screaming like crazy. I now couldn’t keep my eyes off of him the remainder of the class and I didn’t try to hide it this time, gracefully accepting the smiles David was throwing my way as well.
“Hey! Hey!” I was walking out of the classroom as the ending time finally came but was stopped by someone calling after me. Immediately, both Laurie and I stopped walking and turned in the direction of the voice to see David jogging over to us.
He spoke again once he was closer. “You walk pretty fast,” he joked with a chuckle.
“Anxious to get out of class, I guess.” Laurie gave me a smirk which I knew was code for ‘Here’s your opportunity’ and that meant she was about to say something to worm her way out of this current threesome.
“Well, I’ll go grab our spot in line at the café. Meet you thereeee,” she sang out with glee before skipping off. I knew she wasn’t in a particular rush but just wanted to get away. David seemed thankful as he waved her off before looking at me.
“I never got your name.”
“Ah, I’m David.” He held out his hand which I took, expecting him to shake, but he instead raised it closer to his lips and placed a kiss to my skin before dropping my hand back down.
“I’m aware,” I blushed.
His eyebrow rose with curiosity. “Really? Are you a big fan? Leave comments on my Instagram posts?” he poked.
Even if I did, I would never admit it. “No, no. I’m not that type of fan but I’m aware of who you are.”
“I see. Well this makes this a little less awkward. There’s this new restaurant in town I’d really like to try out but there’s just one problem.” He gave a mischievous grin that immediately made me become the questioning one.
“I have no one to go with.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to join poor little ol’ me so I don’t have to go alone.” He put on the most charming smile he could but it was useless. He had a yes from me before he even asked and I was too excited to play the hard to get role.
“Sure. I’d love to.”
He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “Perfect. I’ll give you my number.” At his request, I fished my phone out of my bag and handed it over to him, watching as he began to type in what I assumed to be his number.
He handed it back over once he was finished with that charming smile still on his face. “Just text me and we can figure out a day.”
“Okay. I’ll do that.”
“See ya.” He offered a gentle kiss to my cheek before jogging off. I stared down at my phone, still displaying the new contact information of David Luiz under the cutest name and label ever.
Requested by anonymous: one where y/n is dating dylan and
when asked about prom somehow she’s like “i never got to go.. i’ve been in
the business for years and just couldn’t go” and she sounded kind of sad
because she really wanted to go & dylan sets one up (Like a big party) and
calls it a prom and invited friends and cast members and they have the whole
prom king & queen stuff and its cute and fluffy?
GIF IS NOT MINE
A/N: this sucks sorry
Dylan and Tyler were
filming a ‘prom scene’ with Holland and I was waiting hi, so we could go home.
It was already late and I noticed how tired Dylan was. I smiled, seeing they
film the scene.
Shelley sits next to
“I love prom! It’s so
“What do you think?”
“Uh, I…actually, I’ve
never got to go.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been
always working for all these years and it kinda… never happened.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.
“It’s ok.” I smile.
They finish the scene
and Dylan hugs me.
“I’m so tired, I need
sleep.” He said.
“I’ll get my things.” I
said and he nods.
I walk to Dylan’s
trailer and grab my things, he was outside with the rest of the cast and they
“Ready.” I said and
they looked at me.
“Ok. Let’s go.” Dylan
said. “See you tomorrow, guys.”
“Bye.” They waved at
Dylan was really quiet,
he usually talks about the scenes or ask how my day was.
“Are you ok, Dyl?”
“Yeah, babe, just
really tired.” He kissed my forehead.
I woke up the next day,
Dylan was already on set and I should meet him there. I walked to the kitchen
and found out an amazingly beautiful dress on my couch, I grabbed the note next
“I’ll be waiting you,
use this :) x D “
What? I was really
confused but maybe he was planning something, maybe a dinner?
I took a shower and
dressed up, I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt like a princess. I was
excited to see what Dylan was doing.
So I drove to the set,
everyone was different, and I saw Posey.
“Y/N! Thank God you’re
here, you’re late!”
“Sorry, the traffic….”
He opened the door and I
couldn’t believe on what I was seeing. There were a lot of people dancing, just
like a real prom, Dylan looked at me.
“Do you like it?”
“Dylan… what is that?”
“Our prom.” He smiled.
He offered me his hand
and I held it.
“I can’t believe you
did this to me.”
“You look gorgeous.” He
whispered on my ear.
“Thank you.” I blushed.
“Did she like it?”
Shelley asked, she was also wearing a dress.”
“I love it, thank you
The rest of the cast
was there, and a lot of Dylan’s friends too. We were dancing really slowly and I
couldn’t be happier to be here.
“How do I look?” Dylan
“Amazing.” I smiled and
“Excuse, guys, can I
have your attention?” Sprayberry said. “I wanted to announce the king and the
“Me” Posey yelled and
“Ok. The king is me!
No, just kidding!”” Sprayberry laughed.” The king is Dylan obviously.”
We clapped our hands
and Dylan goes to the stage.
“And the queen is….
He gives me a crown and
“Thank you, guys, for
this amazing night. And thanks to Dyl, for doing this.” I looked at him.
I bent backwards, checking the clock behind me as I stretched. Only a few more minutes before class was over. I leaned forward, my arms stretching to my toes effortlessly without my knees bending, and I can see Alya in front of me, on the ground with her legs in front of her, reaching for her right toes, and then her left.
“Okay, okay!” our teacher clapped her hands, addressing the class. “Let’s run through the dance once more, and then you’ll be excused. Now, everyone—to you spots!” she shooed us with her hands, and I quickly skipped to my assigned spot.
Alya, who’s right next to me, leans in to whisper. “Did you hear?” she asks, and I shake my head, turning to her. “Apparently, in the next dance, we’ll all be assigned partners!”
I raise my eyebrows, and my heart begins to pump faster at the thought of what I knew she was about to say.
“I bet you can get Adrien as your partner!” she squeals, but quiet enough so that it doesn’t bring any attention.
“Alya,” I complain, and I’m sure my face was beat red, “I can’t dance with Adrien— I’ll be a complete mess dancing with him!” I say, looking at said dancer.
He was a prodigy. Not only was he extremely attractive, he was the best of the best in this school! He wasn’t arrogant about it, but he knew his own skills and, because of that, constantly challenged himself to become better and better. As if he needed it! When he came to ballet, he definitely knew what he was doing.
Now, I’ve been a dancer all my life, and I know I’m good at it, but I couldn’t dare dance with Adrien. I’m a clumsy dancer when I’m distracted, and around him, I’m distracted.
“Oh come on, girl!” Alya says, pulling me from my thoughts, “You’re so talented! You could totally dance with him, in fact, you’re probably the only one in class who could even keep up!”
“That’s not true, besides…” I mumble, realizing the practice was just about to start, “I… I just can’t, okay?”
I could see Alya roll her eyes before she shoved me forward into the center of the group. Oh yeah, that’s right, I was soloing the beginning of this song…
As class finished, I hurriedly grabbed my things, making my way to the door.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I hear a voice ask from behind.
“Uh..” I turn around to see Alya giving me a questioning stare. “Just home,” I lie, “I’m not feeling too well.”
She continued to stare, as if she didn’t believe me, but seemed to let it go and give a half-smile. “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning! Don’t forget about practicing together after class tomorrow, too!”
I nod, giving her a wave, “Yeah, see you tomorrow!”
I go to a very prestigious school, one where anyone who who takes ballet seriously dreams about going to. That being said, they have a lot of rules, one that I thought would be very easy to follow. But one night, I showed up there and it completely changed me. I appreciate dancing of all kind, hip-hop, jazz, modern, and of course ballet, but recently, I’ve been going to these… meet-ups. Meet-ups where it’s loud, crazy, energetic, hot, and passionate. Everything that dancing should be. Too bad breakdancing’s got a bad rap in the professional world.
But I go to a very prestigious school, and they take ballet very seriously. If I were ever caught in a place like that, then I’d probably get kicked out of school. It’s “unprofessional,” and “childish” as my instructor once said.
Yet I can’t help it, I just… it’s so much fun! It’s as if nothing else in the world matters, and all I have to do is listen…
I can hear the garage before I see it, and I can feel the cement below my feet shake ever so slightly. The suns already setting, so the lights from inside dance just outside it’s entrance.
I sneak into a near-by alleyway before I get inside, setting my bag down and taking off my shirt. Quickly changing, I cover my sports bra with a thin, red tank top with black dots, only covering my upper chest. Then, only having leggings on, I slip on a pair of baggy sweats. I look myself up and down, knowing there was only one last thing to add… I grab the chalk-like paint from my pocket, opening it up and rubbing my three fingers in it, then sliding it across my face and over my eyes. Wearing face-paint wasn’t very uncommon in these meet-ups, it was actually almost a style, so I wouldn’t stand out.
I’m recognizable, but I look different enough. Besides, I don’t know anyone in there. I can’t get caught.
As I sling my bag over my shoulder, I start to exit the ally way, but not before I see a familiar looking figure slip through the entrance. He was blond, and his hair was messy, with a black hood and black cat-ears. I could’ve sword I’ve seen him before.
Ignoring that nagging thought, I go inside. Immediately I’m greeted with loud cheers, not for me, but for whoever was dancing in the middle of the circle. I shove my way through the crowd, leaving my bag on a table near the back, and try and see who was dancing.
There were two of them. One watching, while the other was spinning on his back, then jumped onto his hands, swiftly flipping back onto his feat just as the song ended. I could see the sweat on the other’s brow as he shook his head and backed off in defeat.
A few people clapped, others cheering the winner on. This guy was good, I’ve seen him dance before, he very rarely ever looses a breakdancing battle, and I’ve only had the pleasure to watch him— I wouldn’t compare.
Just as the next song started, a figure pushed through the crowd, catching the winner’s attention.
“Nice moves,” the figure said. The same figure that I saw enter just before me. He seemed, oddly postured. Not in a snooty way, but he didn’t loom over the floor like most of these guys, he stood up strait with his hands comfortably in his pockets. “Care for a duel?”
That’s when I realized. He had paint on his face too, and his hood covered most of his face. Whoever this guy was, he didn’t want to be recognized like me.
There was a challenging look in his eyes, one that couldn’t be hidden by his hood, and I suddenly became extremely curious about this next battle. The prior winner stepped towards him, giving a large nod and raising his hands, making the crowd go crazy. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s see what you got, kitty-cat.”
The music changed to a loud and low bursting song. The beats were obvious, the drops perfect, and here was this mystery cat smirking at one of the best dancers in this club.
He skipped into the center, his shoes squeaking with every slide, and just as the music rose to a point of suspension, he dropped to the floor and propped into a hand-stand, keeping himself perfectly still as the room grew incredibly quiet. There was something different about this mystery cat. His posture before was smooth, and the way he dropped to the floor was graceful, as if he was classically trained.
I saw his foot flinch, the slightest of movements, and just as quick as the moment the room was quiet came, the music dropped like a rollercoaster, like a heart racing back to life, and he twisted himself, spinning in the air and landing on both his elbows, his back bent backwards, and his feet twisted for balance. Using his upper body strength, he jumped up, flipping backwards onto his feet, and then sliding across the floor to the prior winner, the legend, his prey.
I couldn’t hear them, but I could’ve sworn the hooded cat said, “Your move,” cockily.
But just from his first move, it seemed he earned his right to be cocky. Just as I noticed before, he was graceful, careful with each step, but also spontaneous, erratic, like the sparks from a flame dancing to the ground.
The other guy skipped forward, swinging his hands in front of him in preparation. Bending forward on his knees, with his feet crossed in front of him, he hopped forward, tumbling to the ground and twisting back up with his legs spread apart and his hands rotating him. sliding onto not hand, he continued the motion, his legs and body rotating, but only his one hand kept balance. Finished, he jumped up, bouncing backwards with energy, and his hand motioning for said “kitty-cat” to try again.
This time, he rounded him, making sure his challenger couldn’t leave the middle, and the hooded cat slid around him thrillingly. He dove to the ground, his hands stoping him just as his nose was about to his the floor, and he jumped up, summersaulting forward with a twist, landing backwards, and then backflipping with a twist and ending forwards. He repeated this motion all around this poor guy, ending right in front of him with a head-spin and kicking up gracefully.
I could understand why he dressed as a cat. He always landed on his feet.
By now the crowd was wild, and I could tell this other guy was getting quiet nervous from the cat. He nodded slowly, lifting his hands in defeat, and backing away into the circle.
I heard the voice over the speakers, “And we have a winner!” it called, and everyone cheered even louder. “So who wants to challenge the new guy!?” it called, and I felt the room laugh. There was no chance anyone could win against this guy, he was fantastic! Suddenly, I became very aware that the circle I was in had gotten larger, and farther away from me. Without warning, I was our of my safety net and in the middle of the battle field with the cat.
“Looks like we have a challenger!” the voice roared, and the music once again changed.
The hooded cat walked up to me, a devilish smirk played on it’s lips. “Have I seen you before?” he asked.
I shook my head, swallowing my nerves. If I backed away from this, I’d never be able to come back and show my face. “No, but you won’t forget me once I’ve won,” I say confidently, hoping he couldn’t see my hands shake unsteadily.
“Heh,” he laughs, skipping backwards as the duel started, “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, Ladybug.”
All credit goes to @starrycove for this awesome breakdancing AU!