1. Golden vaginas tied to all the door handles
2. Shirtless men walking around connected by a red string via their belly buttons
3. Someone burning a giant egg
4. My lecturer dyeing his beard blue and wearing fishnet stockings
5. A church group formed to pray for all the gay people in our dept.
6. Giant purple elephant plushie (maybe 2.5m long)
7. A guy walking around with a tiger tail
8. A 10m portrait of Donald Trump
9. A lecturer and a student having a physical fight over star wars vs. star trek
10. A cum painting
ESFJ- Art Education. “Alright, everyone grab some paper and a cupcake! Don’t cry over the broken crayon love, I know you need peach, but you’ll just have to share. Say hi to the school board rep! Wait- TIMMY- PUT THAT PAINT BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME-” ISTJ- Art History. “If only we could go back to the masters of the Baroque. Do you remember Rembrandt? I do. The Hierarchy of Genres should really be reinstated. Art had standards before Duchamp. It used to make sense.” ENTJ- Cinema. “Okay, someone hand me the megaphone and clapperboard. We’re going to finish this movie before the deadline and under budget and still win the Oscar for best picture AND give Macaulay Culkin a comeback.” INFJ- Communication Arts (Illustration). “We’re too commercial for the fine artists, not commercial enough for the designers… *existential crisis* Help. pls.” ISTP- Craft and Material. “Yeah, I just finished a pretty sweet card table in the shop. It has mahogany stain, an automated snack dispenser, six hidden compartments, and integrated cupholders. Can’t get anything like this at Ikea.” ISFP- Dance and Choreography. “LET ME EXPRESS MY FEELINGS IN THIS MOMENT WITH MOVEMENT IN HARMONY WITH MY ENVIRONMENT.” ENFJ- Fashion Design. “Now don’t take this wrong hon, but an Empire waist would flatter you more. But you’re always stunning, even as a hot mess, doll.” ESTJ- Fashion Merchandising. “wHAT DO YOU MEAN THE PAISLEY DIDN’T SHIP TODAY. dO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF.” INTJ- Graphic Design. “I wanted to art, but more than that I wanted an income. Wtf! A client requested Comic Sans? Why don’t they ever listen in consulting…” ISFJ- Interior Design. “Is this space well-suited to the daily needs of my client’s lifestyle? Is it comfortable? How much kitsch can I get away with in this decor?” ESTP- Kinetic Imaging (Animation). “Dude, I could totally GoPro this action sequence and rotoscope it! Hah! I made the hotdog wink at the little boy.” INTP- Music. “The perfect synthesis of art and mathematics, beauty and rationale, and harmony and discord. *listens to Mahler 6 on repeat* Genius.” INFP- Painting and Printmaking. “And this singular green stroke of oil isolated on canvas is symbolic of capitalism and the tragedy of the commons. *begins moaning in contemplative sadness as performance art component*” ENFP- Photography and Film. “I really tried to capture the personal identities of the subjects in this portrait series. I took like 500 of each, I just couldn’t decide on exposure. Ha, how do you manipulate a photo? Pretend it’s your friend.” ENTP- Sculpture and Extended Media. “So I’m just going to wing this next piece. Maybe some plaster casts and wire and pipes and lights and mirrors, throw in a readymade. Professor will love it, then I’ll be entitled to debating the shit out of the merits of the other pieces, for fun. Can’t wait for crit tomorrow.” ESFP- Theatre Performance. “Jeeze, I completely BSed that whole scene, I wasn’t even off book. I was so good when I starred in West Side Story. Looking forward to the afterparty for tonight’s performance- I heard there’ll be karaoke! So hype to kill it with my Hamilton.”
Hi, I just read Lovestrung by laeur and I wanted to ask if you have any more fics with the same writing style and also with ballet? Not necessarily dancing but just ballet would be good. Thanks :)
Anonymous said:Hi, if its possible, could you update the dancer/singer tag? I don’t even know if it is a tag.. haha. But if it is, can you update it?:)
It looks like that fic has been deleted. Where is everyone going!? So we can’t judge writing style but here’s some ballet fics. (I know it’s not technically an update but enjoy anway second anon) Here’s our dancer!Derek, Dancer!Stiles tags. - Anastasia
A series of short one-shots that details Mafia Boss Derek’s relationship with dancer Stiles. Each one is a mini ficlet which I wrote to a song. The name of the song is above the ficlet that it corresponds with.
Watching Stiles dance was like watching glory in its human form, like seeing the beauty of nature and life that could mend the wretched wounds life carved into ones heart from the first day of a child learns of pain or disappointment. And Jackson who had never believed in higher power swore for the first time that he saw Gods hand in work.
Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down. Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants. He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.
Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.
“Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front.
“I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag.
“That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.”
“Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”
Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.
Undercover Deputy Hale meets the elusive and shy Stiles Stilinski. Now all Derek has to do is survive this operation, get the omega to notice, and make sure no one else dies of the drugs circulating his hometown.
But will the innocent looking Omega notice the all infamous Bad Boy? Will the deputy be able to solve the case? Will more lives be in danger?
Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.
Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.
(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)