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Anti-whitewashing post tag appreciation!

So a few months ago, I made an anti-whitewashing post (which i just reblogged if you haven’t seen it!) It’s got almost 3K notes, which is AMAZING. In honor of that, I went through and wrote down a bunch of the tags people added, so that you guys could see just how people feel about whitewashing.. ENJOY (this includes non-pop blogs as well!!) Also, if you don’t like swearing, I would steer clear because not every post is exactly clean.

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rookieblue25  asked:

Can you do a maksyl fanfic over how Maks felt after the freestyle

It’s not like how he imagined. 

He’s been dreading this for weeks now. Since the start, really, but more so since they reached week 6 and were officially closer to the end than the beginning. He figured he would be emotional- he has been all season, but these two nights would be the hardest. Because this is what they’ve been working towards all season. This is what he’s been working for for almost ten years of his life and he knows that if it doesn’t happen with Meryl, it was never meant to be.

The freestyle is probably his favorite number he’s choreographed- for the season, for the show, for himself. It’s been a long, long time since he’s had inspiration like this, and the results prove it. Their dances these last ten weeks have been some of his best work on the series. Maybe ever.

But this last one tops it all. 

Okay, so it’s not technically the last one. They still have whatever insane task for tomorrow, but the is the last one before America casts their votes. By the time they perform tomorrow, the winner will already have been selected and waiting to be announced. And besides, no routine created in less than a day can top what they’ve been working on since the start.

And they have. Since the first week of training they’ve kept a steady discussion of what road they wanted to go down, which pace to keep, and how, if they were lucky enough to get there, they would take it to the end. This is the final piece to their puzzle and the end of not their journey, but this first pivotal chapter.

So yeah, he’s emotional. Because this piece is literally everything he can give. It’s not about the scores, it’s not about the votes or the trophy, it’s not about the show; it’s a gift, from him to her, and an attempt to convey everything he’s felt since the moment they took their first steps together.

Dancing with her, like always, is pure magic. There’s no other way to describe it. All of a sudden, he can fly. When they move together the rest of the world disappears and it’s just them- not as individuals, but as two halves of a whole, creating something that nobody expected and the universe will never witness again. And the result is breathtaking. 

When they exit the stage, everything hits him. All of the emotions, all of the memories, every single thing he’s suppressed for the last three months, it all slams into him at once like a truck speeding down the highway and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. Because it’s so much and it’s all happening now and he can’t think straight. His mind is a jumbled mess.

Want you. Miss you. Love you. Need you. For you. Happy. Sad. Scared. Hopeful. Please be enough. Don’t leave. Perfection. Can’t do this. Deserve this. Need this. So tired. Want more time. Too far. Parents. Fans. Val. Charlie. Past. Future. Pressure. The smell of your hair. So close. Can’t be over. Cold nights. Hours of rehearsal. So much sweat and blood and words. Cameras and scores, too many spray tans. Please don’t leave. Everything happened so fast, but now I don’t know how I ever survived before. How am I supposed to go back? I don’t want to. I don’t know how. We need more time. What if it’s never the same? I can’t do this without you. It’s all about to be over.

He seriously wonders if he needs to go to a hospital, because he’s aware that Tony is nearby and saying something but he can’t make out any words. All he knows is that he’s dizzy and his heart is racing and a migraine is coming on and he may puke. 

He thinks they might be connected by some sort of invisible tether (or maybe someone from production just told her he can’t stop crying) because she shows up not seconds later and steps into his arms without a word. And as stupid as it sounds, he is instantly able to breathe again. 

There’s so much going on, a million unknowns, and questions that may never be answered. But for now, in this single moment, he has her.

And that’s enough.