first slow danc


#FBF to eight years ago in case you need a reminder of this feeling. I sure did. Just look how at how our former President makes people FEEL. What a difference from today’s events. No matter the changes to the state today, we have come so far and are still capable of great things. 

Thank you to President Obama for doing so much good for our country and for making me truly proud to be an American. I hope that one day we will once again have a President that invokes inspiration, hope, and progress instead of disgust, fear, and hatred. 

If today’s inauguration has you feeling hopeless, angry, betrayed, resentful, scared, disappointed, livid, just know that you are not alone and that you are in good company! I for one plan to work as hard as I can and do everything I can to disrupt the current presidency from undermining the rights and protections we’ve worked so hard for. 

We can help as individuals by raising awareness, donating, starting conversations, and educating others, but the BEST thing is to work in collaboration with others. Reach out to your networks, friends, and family members. Don’t let yourself be overcome by the classic divide and conquer method that oppressors turn to. We are the majority. Trump and his awful administration work for us, after all. Yes, they have an overwhelming amount of power. But if history is any indication, our most shining moments as a country have been when we have stood up for ourselves against oppression with dignity and ferocity. Let’s be vigilant, vocal, visible, and let’s make history again.

Performed by: President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama

Number: “At Last”

Choreographers: Improvised by: Barack and Michelle Obama

Style: Slow Dance

From: The Neighborhood Inaugural Ball 2009

sometime during third grade one of the older girls spread a rumor that I was a lesbian. I didn’t know what the word meant but my teacher said I’d figure it out someday. 

I quickly realized that that the word lesbian means never been invited to sleepovers or birthday parties. it is the fear that you will try to touch another girl without her permission, just as boys do.

to me the word lesbian is synonymous with a scared little girl with big eyes and an aching heart. she sits silently as all of her friends talk about boys, heart pounding terrified they’ll ask her which one she likes best.

it is watching your first crush slow dance with her boyfriend at the eighth grade dance, wondering how many advil you need to swallow to never wake up again. it is the burn in the chest as you remember your mother explaining “girls do not kiss other girls”.

it is the fear of the locker room in freshman year p.e. it is pretending not to hear the pretty girl say, “I hope there aren’t any lesbians in here. that would be creepy”.

it is the boy in english class saying he only watches lesbian porn but would never vote for gay marriage.

it is hearing your best friend say “i love gay people!” but confessing to you she wouldn’t know how to react to a lesbian, since lesbians probably think about her naked.

but no one ever told me that lesbian means beauty and strength. the beauty of loving a girl for the first time, and the strength of all the other women loving women who came before you. it is being the person you are exactly as you were meant to be. it is flawless, and it is fearless.

—  a reflection on the word “lesbian” // c.m.h

Disco girl, coming through, that girl is you ♡

I’m 185% sure ‘Disco Girl’ would be ‘their song’ and no one can convince me otherwise

For @sterekfluffer who has been having a rough week. Here, have some fluff and slow dancing <3</p>

“Don’t tell me you’re sad you’re not dancing,” Derek snorts, handing Stiles some punch, sitting down beside him.

Stiles shrugs, looking out at the sea of couples slow dancing. They look happy. “It’s prom. I feel like I’m missing out.”

“Prom is a stupid tradition,” Derek says.

Stiles shrugs again. “’Suppose,” he whispers, trying to ignore the lump forming in his throat.

Derek’s his best friend. This isn’t how it was supposed to turn out. Stiles had had a plan. He was supposed to fall for someone else. He was supposed to be happy at the thought of Derek finding someone, tease him, help him. Be a good bro. What he was not supposed to do was imagine what it would be like to hold Derek’s hand, or think about what it would feel like waking up to him every morning for the rest of their lives.

He had one fucking job.

“I can’t dance anyway,” he says, trying for a smile. “I’d just embarrass myself.”

He waits for the smart remark, keeping his eyes focused in front of him- trying to keep it together- but when nothing comes, Stiles forces himself to look at Derek’s face. It’s hard to tell what Derek is thinking most of the time, even for him, and Stiles has known Derek since, well, always. Stiles’ first memory of Derek is his earliest one; they were sitting together, watching The Little Mermaid. Derek cried when Ariel’s dad shouted at her and Stiles gave him his wolf plushy to make him feel better. Derek still denies it to this day, but a fond look always comes over him when his eyes catch the wolf sitting on Stiles’ bookshelf.  

“Fine,” Derek sighs, breaking the memory, standing back up and holding his hand out. Stiles looks at it. “I know you. You’re going to make me watch some cheesy romantic comedy with dancing in it tomorrow after school so you can, I don’t know, live vicariously through it or something.” He cocks his head in the direction of the dance floor. “So, I am going to give you to the count of two-”

“Aren’t you meant to give me at least three seconds?” Stiles can’t help but interrupt, because really, who just gives two-

“Is that a no?” Derek asks and, just a moment, Stiles thinks he almost looks disappointed.

As if.

Stiles really must have it bad.

“No- I mean, yes. Yes, I want to,” Stiles stammers out, taking Derek’s outstretched hand. He’s not normally the nervous type, he’s not shy anyway, but suddenly he feels sick. His body is shaking, he knows it is, but before he can pull himself together long enough to turn around and run- because that’s what he should do- Derek is pulling him in by the waist, pulling Stiles flush against him.

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when you ship a ship with no content and that’s almost entirely headcanon you gotta become your own hero and make your own

i finished a commission so i rewarded myself w/ this doodle

cute things to think about

-vera’s grandparents cry when alyn shows up at the doorstep, half dressed in his tux
-vera ends up having to finish dressing him because he doesn’t know how to wear this stuff
-when she comes down the stairs from her bedroom, she smiles until he realizes his unabashed staring
-”you bought the dress i picked out.”
-”aren’t i pretty?”
-”yes.” not ‘of course’ not ‘you know you are’ not ‘yeah but i’m prettier’
-nate takes his girl friend ellie to prom and the four of them go out for dinner
-vera tells alyn he looks so cute with his hair styled down so many times that half-way through dinner, he purposefully messes the thing up
-alyn steps on her feet like 5 times
-vera gets hounded by so many people to dance with them that alyn eventually drags her off to hide in the gardens behind the building
-he gives her his jacket even tho she INSISTS that she’s not cold
-she’s really honestly not
-she takes it anyway.
-actually, she won’t take it off when he finally takes her home
-he kisses her on the cheek at her door
-”thank you” he says, and vera wonders if there’s some sort of mistake, if alyn is actually the one who has a center of gravity because she feels drawn to him, and he’s warm and he’s everything she’s ever been scared of holding with her own two hands.
-”you’re welcome,” she tells him softly. she grabs his hand. “stay a little while.”
-there’s no hesitation. not anymore. “okay.”

the only truth

Sometimes it’s heavy, and powerful, and emotional; memories that take his breath away, and make his heart race with desire. Memories of stolen cookies, and staying up all night because they had so much to say; of growing up too fast because families can be messy, and running away overnight just to get away, and lying on rooftops to be closer to the stars; of first crushes, and puppy love – and real love, and first kisses, and slow dances, and whispered promises, and…last kisses.

Other times it’s just the simple things. Easy things; hard things. Things like smiles, and laughter; things like shadows, and similarities in other real people; things like old band t-shirts he’d forgotten that he’d stolen, and boots found in the back of his closet, and a scarf he didn’t even know he’d had; things like his imagination running wild with the scent of a cologne he hasn’t smelled in ages.

[Based on Niall’s single, obviously.Please purchase and stream!]

Last night

My princess and I were reorganizing our room and we paused for a moment and she came into my arms when one of our songs came on, I sang into her ear and it was so cute.
But it gets better, another one of our songs came on, and I stopped her, took her hand and whisked her away and slow danced with her. She cried happy tears into my chest and we spun around the room slowly thinking about how happy we are. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face after that, because I just thought about how it was our first slow dance as a couple, and how it would be our first slow dance as a married couple in the future.
We’re amazing, we high five after good sex, we fist bump with explosions after we accomplish even the littlest of things, we people-watch at neighborhood bars because we see people from high school and just laugh at how they changed over the years. We watch say yes to the dress and cute sappy shows that makes her cry sometimes, and we watch horror movies and chick flicks and comedies and all sorts of things. We go grocery shopping and she sits in the cart because she is my princess and doesn’t need to walk :) she surprises me with bathroom sets and lunch dates even when I’m a 45 minutes drive away from home. I am so in love and I am so happy to call her mine. I wish everyone could find there someone special like I have, because it is he best feeling in the world.

Oswald x You (Masquerade Ball, First Meeting, First Kiss)

I dedicate this piece to my beloved @tajmahallow who brought up this idea (because it’s Halloween, Happy Halloween everyone!)

You are darling and precious

Warnings: None, Gooey as fuck -  you might vomit (prepare a barf bag), Romance, First Meeting, First Kiss, Slow Dancing, Love at first sight, Danger of getting diabetes

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Being Bi in a Heteronormative Society

My first slow dance. I was six or seven, and dancing to rock n’ roll with another girl. She was my age and beautiful, but I blamed it on reading Harry Potter too much.
Start of seventh grade (first time not being unschooled). There was a girl who I talked to every day, and this kid made a joke about seeing us holding hands under the desk. I was flustered and angry at myself. I still blamed it on reading, thinking that books from a male POV messed up my brain, despite an era of Nancy Drew and nothing else when I was nine.
Almost a year later I dreamt that I was on a quest to save the world, but too busy flirting with Ginny Weasley to do so. Again, I blamed it on Harry Potter.
The stutter around that one girl a grade higher (who, looking back, was certainly not straight) was just Harry’s fault. I had to be straight. Other people could be whatever they wanted, but my parents had always thought I was straight, so they must’ve been right.
A couple months into eighth grade. It’s maybe three weeks after the Ginny Weasley dream. I find a bi blog on tumblr. My brain nearly explodes after the shock wears off, and I realize: oh. That’s a thing. I don’t have to choose.
I suddenly knew why people invalidating any type of sexuality pissed me off so much. It brought about many hours spent staring at the ceiling and thinking “I can’t be bi, I can’t be bi” but I started to accept it. Now I’m out to a few people (one was by accident because he looked at my wattpad) and they’re all chill. But I still question it sometimes. How can so many people be straight but not me? And then I remember all those wistful “if I were a guy, I’d be able to date girls” thoughts and wince at my previous ignorance. I used to support trans people, gay people, bi people and everything else- but it was too difficult to accept that I could be one too. I had to like guys and only guys, all the while conforming to some sort of female stereotype. Eventually I figured out none of them fit, and that was the first step to accepting my bisexuality and occasional gender-fluidity. Now I’m that person in class who speaks up and tells people that they shouldn’t be using the f-slur unless they’re reclaiming it, and writes short-response essays condemning biphobia. So maybe I’m not out to everyone yet, but it’s a step. I’m out to myself, at least. I used to look around at strangers and see straight people, but now I just see people. This society might be heteronormative, but that doesn’t mean I or my assumptions have to be.

I loved you.
I loved you like words can’t explain.
You were the only one for me. 
You’ll never have to imagine feeling this way.
You’ll never cry at night over something that happened months ago.
You’ll never pass me and cringe from all of the memories we shared.
You’ll never once look back and think “I wish I still had her.”
You’ll never think of all the times we stayed up past curfew talking about nothing, you’ll never replay every kiss and touch in your mind wishing it wasn’t over, you’ll never think of how my lips tasted pressed against yours or how the world disappeared around us during our first slow dance. 
But one thing is for sure:
You’ll never forget me.
—  I loved you.

Giving her her very first slow dance at 9:00pm at the empty park pavilion, not remembering the song, but the way she fit so well into me, and wanting to keep that way forever.

Okay but get this, 16y/o!muke laying and cuddling in Michael’s room listening to music when a slow, romantic song comes on and Michael just about squeals and yanks Luke to his feet and tells Luke to slow dance with him but Luke is shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know the first thing about slow dancing so Michael grabs his little hand and pulls him close so their bodies are touching and Luke trips over his own feet but that’s okay because Michael just giggles and eventually Luke gets the hang of slow dancing and Michael’s got his head on Luke’s shoulder whispering “maybe someday we’ll dance like this in front of a crowd on our wedding day” and Luke just smiles and whispers back “I would like that” bYE