dancing purposes

More Lotidge headcanons/thoughts

I feel annoying constantly talking about lotidge, but imagine Voltron has Lotor in a cell to make sure he doesn’t do anything and each of them have sessions with him in which they’re supposed to be asking him questions and talking about important stuff, but Pidge mostly just hangs with him. Like over time they just kind of chill and enjoy each other’s time. And like she gives him snacks and keeps him from being bored. AND IMAGINE THEM JUST TRYING TO HAVE FUN AND SO THEY LIKE DANCE WITH EACH OTHER TO MUSIC SHE HAS. BUT LIKE THEY CAN’T FULLY TOUCH SO IT’S JUST THEM REACHING THROUGH THE BARS TO COME IN CONTACT. What if like Lotor dances weird and awkward, but Pidge doesn’t mind because she thinks it’s cute and funny. Lotor dances that way on purpose just to hear her giggles and see her smile so he doesn’t tell her that he’s just pretending. Omg them keeping it secret from the Voltron team, like mid-dancing Keith walks in and immediately they stop and pretend like Pidge is all serious and it’s tense (even though they were just boogey dancing like). Pidge leaves saying, “We’ll continue this later.” all stern and stuff, but Lotor knows what she really means. And he finds himself becoming impatient for his next session with her.

I hear people all the time criticizing musicals by saying “why can’t they just say what they mean instead of singing and dancing about it?” and for years the only answer I’ve had was a smile and a shrug, but I finally just figured it out.

It’s because the words by themselves aren’t enough.

Outside the song, there would be almost no moving passion in Javert’s words “This I swear by the stars.” How would He Had It Comin’ be anywhere near as dangerous and vengeful without the lighting and the dance routine? The reprise of Wouldn’t It Be Luvverly is essential to underlining just how much Henry Higgins has changed and damaged Eliza Doolittle. The Mary Poppins chimney sweeps would just be weird guys off the roof if they didn’t have their whole zany song and choreography to make them a funny and interesting group. And there aren’t any words in any language to describe the complete change in Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice as the music cuts off and he solos “I…wanna be in the room where it happens, the room where it happens.”

The reason we have musicals–and the reason we have music in general–is because words aren’t enough.

You don’t need to copy the lifestyle of people you saw on the internet in order to be happy. Who knows how they felt when they took the picture. Who knows how lonely they feel at night when laying in bed. And even if they feel insanely happy, who knows if what works for them will also work for you. Don’t let the virtual bits and pieces that strangers on the internet decide to share be the only thing that’s shaping your idea of happiness. Remember to disconnect from social media often, and reconnect with yourself. What’s your idea of a good day? What’s your own idea of beauty? How do you wanna decorate your body? How do you wanna decorate your room? What gives YOU joy? It’s okay to find inspiration online, but at the end of the day this is your life. And your happiness is your own unique project, it’s expressing yourself in your own unique dance.

Bygones of the Sun | 02 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 5.0k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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— move like you want | (m)

pairing— kim taehyung x reader
genre/warnings— smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
words— 7,960

:: summary— where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…

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youcanbemysanity  asked:

84 & 100 - Trimberly. Please?

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84. ‘We should go home.’


Kim’s totally wasted.  Just flat out smashed, Trini’s sure of it because Kim’s never that boisterous outside of training, maybe?  She’s loud, sure, laughs loudly and speaks animatedly, but she’s never like—like she used to be, Trini figures.  Or some approximation of how she used to be.

As it stands, a totally-intoxicated-Kim is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching a red solo cup and grinning wide when she spots Trini.  

“Hey,” she says, walking towards her with purpose.  Her breath is sweet, like she’s been sucking down wine coolers and Trini guesses that she’s been mixing her drinks which probably means Kim’s a lot drunker than she’d planned on.  “I was looking for you.”

“You found me,” Trini deadpans, dropping her beer back onto the counter she was leaning against and straightening.  Jason’s gotta be around her somewhere and he’s their DD for the night (roughly translated: he drew the short straw and has been giving everyone shit ever since).

When Trini looks up, Kim’s struggling to focus on her, her eyes crossing slightly whenever she tries.  “I had something important to tell you,” she says after a quiet, bordering awkward moment where it feels like she’s trying to memorize what Trini’s nose stud looks like.

Trini waits a beat.  Then, when it’s obvious Kim’s zoned out again, Trini prompts, “And…?”

“Don’t remember.  You’re pretty though.”

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‘I was vulnerable and I was scared.’

Life’s a Party (Batfam)

Requested by an anon

Summary: It’s date night for Bruce and Batmom, but when they come home chaos is unfolding within the mansion.

Warning(s): Shenanigans!

Life’s a Party BONUS PART

The marina was calm and quite desolate tonight, which made for the perfect location for a date. No one was going to bother you and it just so happened to be one of the main hotspots of activity lately, though the lack of people begged to differ. Nonetheless, it meant that Bruce was able to keep a watchful eye on the area while also showing you off as his arm candy to the stars and moon that shined down on you.

Neither of you barely said anything, enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over you both as you walked. The chill of the air coming off the water only gave you an excuse to walk closer to your beau. He always managed to make dates perfect somehow, even if they were interrupted by maniacs or calls from the principals office - though thankfully tonight he didn’t have to answer to either. It was just you and him, with each other’s undivided attention.

But alas, all good things must end and after hours of aimlessly walking around and talking about anything and everything, you decided to head home. As the car pulled up the long driveway you both could tell something was going on within the house from nearly a mile away. All the lights seemed to be on and music could be heard bumping through the walls like a heartbeat.

“I guess this is what we get for letting Alfred have the night off,” Bruce commented sarcastically, earning a snicker from you.

“I think it’s about time we show them how to really party. Don’t you, dear?” You suggested with a devious look on your face, one which Bruce returned just as deviously.

Hand in hand, you both walked into the house through the garage door, the music thumping into your core. As you progressed towards the epicenter of music and strobe lights, the house became steadily messier and showed signs of empty alcohol bottles and confetti just simply everywhere. The first child you found was Duke, completely passed out sideways in a rocker.

“Is he dead?” You questioned, half serious and Bruce shook his head after taking a pulse and let the sense of relieve wash over you both momentarily.

With a sigh from both of you, you continued your pursuit and not before long, you had slipped into the mass of people gathered in the main ballroom. The sight before you made you both stop and just stare.

Dick was showing off his acrobat moves, currently swinging from the chandelier as Barbara cheered him on from the staircase. Jason was screaming demands at the DJ from the “dance floor.” Tim and Cass were dancing next to each other while Steph had to prop herself up with help from the drink table. And Damian… Damian was no where to be seen which worried you more than seeing him involved in this mess.

The twitch in your eye made you want to go ape shit mother-hen on all of them, dragging each of their most likely intoxicated bodies to their beds. But, no, you had a much better idea. Bruce was thinking the exact same thing and wrapped a hand around your waist before pulling you close to him. A devilish smirk crossed your faces and you emerged yourselves into the crowd, locked together so you wouldn’t lose the other.

In your travels you both acquired a drink and held them tightly in hand as you started dancing with each other. Purposely sloppy, you made sure the two of you were making a scene, grinding, and yelling, and kissing until the people around you started to notice. Just as you had hoped, they began moving away from you, no one wanting to dance next to the old grinding couple, a few of them even realizing who you were.

After about a half hour, the room cleared out enough that a few of the kids spotted you, freezing in place. Bruce notice and motioned in their direction, making you turn your head to spot Tim, Cass, and Steph. The shock on their faces made you laugh and even Steph, who was clearly the most inebriated, widened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows as if you were figments of her imagination.

“Hey guys! Nice party!” You yelled over the music to them as if you were just another couple of random partygoers.

The lack of anger on yours and Bruce’s faces terrified them all to the core before your face immediately dropped into your trademark serious ‘you’re in deep shit’ look. “It’s time to end it.”

Steph nodded slowly, seeming to take a different meaning to your words as she slurred a goodnight and shuffled along the walls up to her bed. With a shrug you watched her, at least one of them was making this easy though the other two just stood and stared.

“Now,” Bruce chimed in with his own stern look and Tim and Cass bolted, no doubt to find the others and tell of their situation.

Arms folded over your chests, you and Bruce stood side by side in the middle of the ballroom, watching as the people filed out and the music stopped. Jason let a string of expletives out as he started cleaning up bottles before even acknowledging your presence. Tim and Cass kept ushering people out, stumbling slightly in the process.

Dick still hung upside down from the chandelier and he waved with a smile when he saw you, though his words were slow and slightly slurred, “Heyy Mom! Heyy Bruce! You’re home early!”

With a sigh and a hand on your forehead, you offered a small wave with your other hand and rather unenthusiastically replied, “It’s three AM, Dick. Now get down from there.”

When all of the kids stood in front of you, excluding the ones already passed out or the one that was MIA, you looked them over with a disappointed frown before Bruce spoke up, “Tomorrow you’re cleaning this place up. And then we’re going to have a looong talk.”

“But for now, get to bed.” You chimed in, most of the glares being sent towards Cass and Tim, especially considering they were underage.

The two nodded and headed off to pass out, Tim actually glad for once when his head hit the pillow. After they left the room your attention turned back to the three left in front of you. Babs’ cheeks were flushed, her body telling you she obviously participated in the evening’s events. It was clear the second you walked into the room that Dick was far gone and you had to admit, you had some respect for anyone who could do acrobatics while drunk.

But when you looked Jason over, your eyes squinted. “Jason? Are you sober?”

Dick wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder and piped up for him, “Jay was our party mom tonight!”

“Dick, honey, go to bed. You too Barbara.” You softly told them and they nodded, slowly and hesitantly heading off in that direction.

“Just wanted to make sure no one died. Cause y’know, I know how that feels and it’s not very pleasant,” Jason explained sarcastically, brushing off the silent allegations that he did it because he was worried and turned to continue picking up a bit.

With a sigh, Bruce put a hand on your shoulder, “I’m going to make sure Duke’s still alive, and make sure he gets to bed.” You nodded up at him and gave a small smile and swiveled to take in the whole image of the trashed ballroom.