hoop and silks

i’m in aesthetic hell like i want to be a classy history museum girl who wears blouses and flowy skirts and ballet flats and wine red lipstick and cute gold rings but i also wanna be a badass punk chick who wears black skinny jeans and band shirts and has a nose piercing and cool choppy hair and big stompy doc martens but i also wanna be an art kid who wears mom jeans and cute graphic tees and worn out converse and has flowers in her hair but i also wanna be a glowy sexy girl who has an impeccable highlight and wears gold hoops and slinky silk dresses and in the end i can’t be any of them so i just sit here in my boring jeans and shirts

this year i just wanna be extra™ like faux fur coat, big gold hoops, silk slips, lacey lingerie, bouquets of red roses in my room, big sunglasses, sun-kissed skin, golden soft hair, and champagne and rosé as refreshments while i’m having a picnic on the beach with the boy of my dreams.

Has the circus changed your life?

How did the circus change my life? In February 2012 I was a vaguely quiet 19 year old with few friends and even less confidence. I was in my early years of university at a neighbouring city to my home town and spent most of my time on sedentary internet-related pursuits and at a guess was at the upper end of the weight range for my height. I had never been one to dedicate myself to hobbies or extracurricular activities such as sport or music; infamous in my family and school for auditioning for every instrument going, becoming briefly obsessed and then immediately dropping it to return to doing nothing. Similar stories can be told for various sport related exploits. Basically I was a late teen’s person not known for really doing “particularly anything”, who had no sport or dance experience, who incidentally stumbled upon the circus.

The circus goes back many hundreds of years and at that point in my life (as with many other people even now) mention of it induced thoughts of clowns, elephants, lion tamers, jugglers and maybe the odd trapeze artist. I had never really seen nor heard of aerial acrobatics, or known the extent and variety of what it could include. Through a friend at university, I came across a local performance company running basic beginner workshops in aerial circus skills, what made me sign up? “Oh you guys are going? I’ll just come along as well then.” I tagged behind fitter and more confident and daring friends - thinking in the worst case I’m usually good enough at laughing at myself. We arrived wearing completely the wrong attire. An important lesson to learn early on is do not wear shorts in the early days of learning trapeze, rope, hoop and silks. Aside from blaming my bare legs for not wanting to try certain things, it became clear very quickly that this was yet another thing I had no natural flare for. Sometimes people try a new sporting venture and immediately everyone in the room quietly thinks “oh dear, this calamity really isn’t going to last here”. It happens. And yep, there I was.

My friends had fun but weren’t interested in going back, so why did I? Well maybe if I covered my legs I could give it a better shot next time… Before I could change my mind I had signed up for regular beginner classes, going along by myself. The thing you hear a lot of people say about aerial acrobatics is that, surprisingly enough, it really is for anyone and this is something I really firmly believe. Coming from the disaster who lacked strength, flexibility and coordination, and who spent month after month after month in the absolute beginner’s class; 5 years down the line I can honestly say persevering with a seemingly random and hopeless physical pursuit was the best decision I’ve ever made.

You won’t find more warm, welcoming and inclusive people than those hanging upside down at your local aerial school. Similarly you won’t find more supportive, understanding and non-judgemental fitness instructors than those who teach aerial - they often started at the bottom with this trying physical venture as well. Although tiny successes over vast periods of time and “getting better” kept me going at aerial, I think what really makes the circus is the people. I couldn’t swap the time spent with such inspiring performers and instructors, or the close friends I’ve made throughout the years for anything. From intense training sessions and moving up levels together to performances, nights out and training camps abroad; aerial has exposed me to only the most wonderful people and the most unique experiences while creating the best memories along the way.

Fast-forward 5 years, I am flexible and I am strong. I’m fit, healthier and have high stamina. I train 4 times a week and I’ve been a part of some amazing performances with the people I’ve met over the years. I’ve trained in the sun in various countries and learned so much from international professionals. Confidence is always something that requires continual work, but it’s definitely upped massively since discovering the circus. This was one brief obsession I’m glad I didn’t let go of, and that I have no plans to let go of in the near future. And it definitely changed my life. Aerial provides a unique focus and mind-set and although occasionally can be frustrating in itself, definitely helps alleviate the stresses of day to day life. It can quickly turn into the most fun and rewarding form of exercise, and again is definitely open to everyone and anyone wanting to give it a go.

They say the circus arrives without warning and in my case, it really did.

To the Student Who…

(a post about the struggle) 

To the student who’s trying a new skill, and it’s not coming easily. When you feel the heat rise in your neck and cheeks, and your eyes start to tear up, and your world shrinks in to include just you, the silk and your struggle

 I see you, and I know your discomfort is temporary. 

If I’ve taught you for a while and I know you’ve got this, I may let you be. I trust you to find the line between pushing yourself and calming yourself. If I don’t know you well, I may approach you and pull you out of the tiny world where the only thing is that you CAN’T DO THE MOVE. 

I may tell you that in my first silks class ever, I cried. I couldn’t even climb. I was incredibly frustrated and disappointed in myself. I had come in with visions of effortlessly floating, of amazing the instructor with my innate grace. I left with puffy eyes and a snot-headache. 

And then I came back. And I still couldn’t climb. And then I came back, and then I came back and then I came back. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, I grew into the aerialist I am today. There are moments of epiphany ahead, and moments when something that you expect to defeat you comes naturally. This moment doesn’t cancel out those moments. This moment fuels them.

Sunday class is called Performance, where people pick equipment and work on a routine/act in preparation for the next showcase or professional show. But I like to just use it for open training, hence my video influx each week these days! Here are some rolls on the trapeze, an old favourite move of mine!

OK! So, I finally got this done! Well, more like I kept going and here I am with another monster. sooooo enjoy?

This is for @thatonefromthatthing as my second place winner!! And it’s only the first part ^^; I overwrote once again and the second art will be out by the end of the month, if not early April. So the fluff isn’t over till this is done basically xD

Summary: Keith always wanted to join the circus - something that most kids wouldn’t dream of, but for him, it was all he thought about. Going to a circus when he was younger was his drive, but it hadn’t been any kind of circus. It had been the Legendary Voltron Circus. Now that he was out of the foster system, he set to finding it, tracking it down to a small town in the middle of nowhere. After one show, it was all it took to rekindle the flame inside of him and make him join. He accomplished his dream, but he hadn’t counted on falling for the acrobat in blue along the way.

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[Part 1]

Keith adjusted the strap on his bag and took the key from the hotel hostess. This was his third town in a month and after driving all day, he was exhausted. For the past few years now, he’s been skipping from one town to the next, looking for a place to belong. But when you have some crazy interests that no one really gets, it makes it hard. He was still going, though, so that counts.

He mumbled a quick thanks and headed off to his room.

To tell the truth, he was only in this town for one reason, and if it weren’t for that, he would have skipped his town entirely. There was something here that caught his interest.

The Legendary Voltron Circus.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Jason seeing Dick doing a trapeze act and just being in awe with how talented his boyfriend is?

I was thinking to myself “How do I write this one? How do I approach it?” and then I was reading another fic and the beginning dialogue popped into my head and wouldn’t leave and that’s the glory of writing folks! It’s not that much, but I think it was a cute little drabble?

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Dick said as they pulled up to the warehouse, both of them getting out of the car and Dick slipping a duffle bag over his shoulder. 

“I know,” Jason said as they stepped up to the doors, opening them and stepping into the large space. “It’s just that I’ve never seen you do this before.”

“You’ve seen me do acrobatics before,” Dick said as he signed in at the desk. 

“In the field,” Jason told him, referring to the way he’d seen Dick do acrobatics in combat or while flinging himself between buildings. He’d seen Dick doing some stuff at the gym, but never anything close to what he’d done when he was with the flying Graysons. 

“I can promise you this won’t be nearly as exciting,” Dick said as he walked back into the large space. It looked like a gymnastics gym with some of the same things; uneven bars, a foam pit, mats everywhere. But then there were hoops and aerial silks hanging from the ceiling and a mock tightrope set up. There was a large space in the back half of the warehouse with a net hanging below it, loose and ready to catch anyone that might fall. 

“Sure, Pretty Bird,” Jason replied as he followed Dick to the back of the room. Dick opened his bag and chalked up his hands. 

“It’s not as impressive with one person,” Dick told him. “The hoop or the silks are more for one person than this is.”

Jason was quiet as Dick climbed the ladder. It may not be as interesting, but as Dick gripped the bar and swung out into the air, it became clear to Jason that he was born there. Dick swung out and alternated between holding the bar with his hands and his knees. He moved to the second bar with ease, grabbing onto it and doing the same movements around it before going back to the original bar with a few flips.

Jason watched as Dick swing through the air like it was as easy as swimming and he clapped when Dick landed on the platform with a flip and barely a sound. He climbed down the ladder and when he reached the bottom, Jason handed him a water bottle. 

“See,” Dick said, hair mussed from the wind and a grin on his face. “Not that impressive.”

“It was beautiful,” Jason told him. “And even if it wasn’t, the look on your face is so stunning, I want to come here with you every week so I can see it.”

Dick laughed and gave Jason a gentle nudge with his foot, but Jason saw the blush coloring his cheeks. Jason kissed it, because he could, and Dick kissed him back before he pulled away. 

“Come on, I’ll show you the silks so you’ll know what an impressive performance looks like.”

Jason followed behind Dick and looked at the sway of his hips. “I’m impressed already.”

He caught the water bottle Dick threw at him, and Dick had a smile on his face the entire time he did his silks routine. 

Ball Gown | c. 1865

Bare shoulders were typical of 1860s evening gowns, as in this sumptuously adorned example. Full skirts created the illusion of a narrow waist. Cage crinolines had replaced layers of petticoats as the way to maintain a skirt’s fullness, and many women (as well as men) enjoyed the flirtatious, ankle-revealing swing of a crinoline.


Hey Fiddlers! I hope you like my cover of “Chandelier” by Sia. This is one of my all-time favorite pop songs and I think it sounds beautiful on the violin. I almost called this video “Shirtless Violinist In Space” - watch and you’ll see why. It’s kind of like that movie “Gravity” but with more violins and fewer shirts…