When Rosie turned four Sherlock decided to sign her up for ballet classes. They made a big to do over it and went shopping for several different leotards, tights, and tutus and one special pair of little ballet shoes. Come Monday morning, she was nervous but she hid it well as her papa got her ready for class. Her hair wasn’t quite long enough for a bun, but Sherlock put it in a high ponytail with loose curly tendrils hanging down here and there. Once she was ready, he couldn’t contain himself.
“We must take a picture and send it to your daddy at work.” Rosie beamed. She stood in first position just like her papa had shown her and left him snap a few pictures. Sherlock sent them all to John who sent back comments such as ‘look at our little girl she’s growing up to fast’ and ‘beautiful’ as well as ‘have fun at class and behave yourself’. (The behave yourself was for Sherlock.)
Sherlock texted back and informed John he would be the model parent and honestly, John couldn’t disagree with that because when it came to parenting Rosie, he took it very seriously.
It was in the cab on the way to class that Rosie began to get nervous. “Papa, what if everyone laughs at me or what if everyone is better than me?”
Sherlock hushed her, “Rosie, you will be just fine, all the little boys and girls coming to your class today have the same fears, but you will all start at the same pace and learn together. There is nothing to be afraid of, and if you make a mistake, you practise it again until you get it right. Besides, you also have a bit of an advantage, your papa can help you practise at home remember? Papa took ballet when he was young like you.”
She giggle, her eyes going big, “I can’t imagine that.”
“Well if you like, I will give you a demonstration someday and don’t forget who showed you how to do the first position.”
“I thought you just looked that up online to make me feel better.”
Sherlock feigned surprise and then kissed her on her forehead. “And look, here we are dance class.”
Sherlock paid the cabbie and they got out of the cab and headed into the building. Upon entering the class, they found all the parents chatting in a small group with their toddlers clinging to their legs afraid to let go. There was only one little boy and he looked terrified. Rosie marched over to him and said “Hi I’m Rosie, what’s your name?”
He bashfully replied, ”Evan.”
“Well Evan, you can sit next to me because I’ll tell you a secret, my papa used to practise ballet when he was our age and he says we will all learn together and have fun.”
Evan smiled brightly and Rosie giggled and Evan’s mom mouthed thank you to Sherlock and he just nodded and took a seat in the back of the room as the teacher called the class to order.
The teacher was a bright young girl who quickly took control of her class and had them stand in a circle holding hands and then sat down. The children raptly paid attention and did as instructed as she took them through moves that had them stretch properly.
They started by sitting with their toes out in front of them and flexing their feet front and back while saying hello and goodbye to their toes which drew giggles, but it was effective. In not time they had the move down.
The next move, their feet stayed in front of them, but this time they used their arms to stretch. She had them stretch their arms tall like they were reaching for stars and then once they had an armful she would tel them to bring them back to their chests only then to throw them up in the air again.
They moved on to to concentrating on their legs, where they put their feet together and knees out to the side and then she had them bend forward towards their feet to stretch. After they sat back up, she had them flap their knees up and down and wave their arms and took turns asking them what color butterfly they were, Evan said blue and Rosie said purple and there were a lot of yellows and pinks and oranges from the other girls. So they had a whole rainbow.
The next stretch required them to lie on their stomachs and up with their arms while their legs and hips remained on the ground. After a couple of ups and down, they did the second part of the exercise where they were to take their right arm back and try to grab their right foot and then switch and do the left. Some children got this and some did not but the teacher assured them by practising here and at home, they would surely get it in no time.
Now they were ready for the last stretch. They sat on their knees and curled into a small ball. Then they stretched their body upward becoming very tall, all the way up and then back down again into a small ball. They did this several times.
By the time she got them standing from this exercise, the kids had her complete attention and half the class had was over. She began to take them through the positions. She ended up making it through all five with the kids mimicking her and some did well and others would need a lot more practice and then at the end of the class she finished with a few cool down stretches and released the children to their parents who had been quiet the entire instruction time watching.
Rosie grabbed Evan’s hand and ran over to Sherlock, “Papa, did you see us? How did we do?”
“The two of you did wonderful as did all of the other girls in the class.” Sherlock said loud enough so they could all hear. He remembered back from his days of class some children didn’t get any praise because their parents didn’t care or pay attention or even stay for the lesson.
“So can we come back for more lessons?” She asked as this had been a free lesson designed to get the children interested in dance, he crouched down in front of her, “this is a commitment and you have to come to all the classes and practise the assignments the teacher gives you, this isn’t something to take lightly.”
“I know papa, I will. I’ll come to all the classes and practise at home and you can help me when I get stuck,” and then Rosie turned to Evan. “Evan, will you be coming back?”
Evan looked up at his mum and asked if he could, “If that’s what you want honey, we can even come on the same days as your new friend here so you know someone.”
So between Sherlock and Evan’s mum, they decided Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10 worked best and signed them up.
Rosie was delighted as she was putting her coat on and telling Sherlock she couldn’t wait for her daddy to get home from work so she could tell him all about ballet class and show him some of what she learned. Sherlock smiled at her and they walked down to catch a cab.
When they got home, Sherlock made her lunch while Rosie practised the new things she had learned in class today.
John was in for an earful when he would arrive home from work tonight.
You and Reid had been keeping your relationship secret from the team for about eight months now. You didn’t care who knew, but Spencer had this irrational fear that the minute he involved you with his job, something terrible would happen. You understood why it had to be this way, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it wasn’t.
While your boyfriend was an FBI agent, your career couldn’t be any more different. You danced for the Washington Ballet Company, and that kept you about as busy as Spencer’s job did. You spent your days performing and rehearsing, dancing long hours and coming home to Reid. Every day you’d come home and if he wasn’t on a case, he’d help you wrap up your calloused and sometimes bloody feet, and you’d help him relax after the mental stress his job caused.
One morning, Spencer got called in to a case in Los Angeles. You’d both woken up late, and while you still had some time before morning rehearsal, Spencer barely had time to put his shoes on.
He stopped briefly before running out the door. “(Y/N)!” He called, one leg already across the threshold. You rushed over, expecting an emergency. Spencer held out his arms, motioning for you to come closer.
He pulled you in, kissing you briefly but passionately. You moved your hand towards his shoulder, but as soon as the kiss started, it stopped.
“I’ll call you tonight.” He reassured you, hand running down your arm.
“Ok. Be safe, I love you.” You bit your lip. Watching him leave knowing what could happen was never easy. He smiled at you, and rushed out the door.
“I love you too!” He shouted down the hallway. You sighed and closed the door. You ambled into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
Fifteen minutes later, you walked out of your room in your warmup clothes, which consisted of a black, long sleeved leotard, flesh colored tights, and a short flowing skirt. You slipped your boots on and went to grab your gear bag. You gasped when you spotted Spencer’s go bag next to yours.
You grabbed both of your bags and your keys and sprinted out the door. You practically flew down the stairs to the garage, and threw your bags in the back seat. Ten minutes later you arrived at Quantico, hoping you weren’t too late.
You flashed your visitor ID badge at the door, rushed through security and flew up the stairs. With your dancer’s legs, you were much faster than any elevator. It was a good warmup for practice anyways.
You burst through the doors into the bullpen, almost running into a tall, muscular man you recognized as Derek Morgan.
“Woah, woah, woah little lady. Slow down. What are you doing up here?” He rested a hand on your shoulder, and you noticed how fast they were rising and falling with your breath.
“Spencer forgot his go bag.” You managed to breathe out as your boyfriend came into view. He twitched his nose nervously. The rest of the team stood there silently, making the connection as you walked over and handed it to him. You felt the eyes of the entire BAU on you, and your face turned red.
You turned to leave when a dark haired woman you assumed was Emily Prentiss spoke up.
“Well come on Reid, aren’t you gonna kiss your girlfriend goodbye?”
Here’s why you need to watch Stick It (2006) right now immediately
If anyone’s looking for a fantastic movie to watch then Stick It is the movie for you
It’s not about getting the guy, or becoming pretty, or being the best or winning. It’s about girls being themselves. It’s about girls being stubborn, and messy, and broken, and strong, and young, and finding their way and being who they want to be and not letting anyone tell them otherwise. It’s about girls standing up for each other and changing a system rigged to tear them down from the start and those are the reasons it’s my favourite movie (definitely one of).
So if you need a movie with amazing stunts, a beautiful message, that’s going to make you feel good about yourself, that doesn’t show it’s women as ‘sexy’ despite the fact that they’re always wearing skin tight leotards, and in which at no point is a man the main character in a scene then watch it right now immediately!
You’d been working your ass off for well over a year for this competition and you weren’t gonna let some asshole take away your victory. You sat on the sidelines, fuming in your too tight leotard as your skates dug into your ankles. You knew Ethan was in the stands watching, waiting to see his partner win the prize. He was a flash of blue every time you had turned around or spun. Ethan being in the stands also meant that he was watching Amelia Jake absolutely steal the show. Her turns were flawless, her arcs were perfect, and if she was any prettier you’d seriously question your sexuality. You slump over onto your friend Jada with a pout.
“She’s gonna win.”
“She’s not gonna win”
“She’s gonna win and she’s gonna take Ethan away from me.”
“She’s not gonna take Ethan away from you Y/N. Calm down. Besides, she’s not even done yet. She still has time to make an error.”
“There are twenty-three seconds left on the clock Jada. What could she possibly do-OH MY GOD!” You stood up so quickly you slid on the ground, almost toppling over. Amelia was preparing herself for a backflip which everyone in figure skating knew was one hundred and ten percent illegal.
“She is so not doing what I think she’s doing.”
“She SO is! Oh my god!” You press your hands to the plexiglass in front of you, separating the rink from the stands, watching intently. With ten seconds left on the clock, Amelia Jake leaps into a backflip, executed perfectly, and sticks the landing right as the buzzer sounds to end her round. The crowd doesn’t cheer. It’s eerily silent for a moment before a voice comes over the loud speaker.
“Although she executed an otherwise flawless show, Amelia Jake has been disqualified due to an illegal move. Please stand by while the judges re-evaluate the scores.”
Jada looks at you and smirks.
“Don’t do it.”
“I told you so.”
“What did I just say Jada?” She just laughs and shakes her head. A quiet chatter starts up amongst the audience as you wait impatiently, breath held.
“Attention please. Your 2017 National Champion is….” You bite your cheek so hard you taste blood. Come on, just say it!
“Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd roars in applause and you hear Ethan’s voice over the noise.
“I’M DATING THAT PERSON! THAT’S MY PARTNER!” You flush red as you skate back onto the ice to receive your trophy.
After the crowd disperses, you emerge from the changing room to a shock of blue attacking you from behind.
“Y/N!” Ethan screams, twirling you around happily.
“Ethan! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry baby. I just couldn’t wait to see you. You did amazing!” You blush furiously and then to hug your boyfriend tightly.
“I was afraid Amelia was gonna steal you away from me to be honest.” Ethan laughs and his voice vibrates in his chest.
“Never in a million years.” You smile and kiss his lips chastely.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Something happened with the formatting of it the first time I tried to post it so here it is again. Thanks @saturnsentry for requesting!
Summary: Calum has never been in love- ever; it’s not on his top priority of things to do either. But, when the band is on break for the holidays, and Calum wants to spend time with his mum, who is the owner of the top ballet/dance company in the country; Calum meets a girl whose eyes held more galaxies than the universe, and a smile that made his heart beat faster than ever before. This might just make him change his priorities up a bit, but sometimes there are tough decisions to make in the industry.
I bought a long-sleeved dark green leotard to cut and sew over the bright green one, for the photos here I let them awkwardly hang/tied them behind me.
I have yellow socks to cut up–the little piece over her toes, the diamond on the leotard….might paint the tights instead (since I’m likely to also paint a pair of shoes to wear on con floors) but we’ll see.
I’m fairly happy with my body but even I’ll admit it feels weird to know I’ll be walking around in just a leotard and tights. I do think I have a nice butt, but unlike Peri I don’t have the hips/thighs to match!
Last but not least: the tights I bought for arm socks match the face paint fairly well. I was worried they were going to be horribly off! I still gotta try them both on at the same time to know for sure, though. I swear in person the tights for my arms aren’t the same color as the ones on my legs!
(I have a haircut scheduled tomorrow early afternoon and I’ve never been more glad, jfc.)
sombramaker: sombra’s nails can shock and widow’s heart quickens from it. or anything with these two honestly, im not picky at this point they could look at each other’s general direction and i love it
Widowmaker/Sombra. Erotic electric boogaloo.
I really struggled with this, hence why it is very short and more talky than smutty. Writing Widow doesn’t come naturally to me I’m afraid.
A/N: Yes, it’s been hard to finish this. I hit a wall with this story and, even though I finally decided how to end it, I’m having some difficulties writing it down. But I’m not leaving it unfinished, I promise! This is a little short, but it’s an important turn for the story. There’s probably one or two more chapters after this.
Again, thank you so much for anyone that has ever left a nice comment or asked about this fic. It truly makes me feel happy and appreciated! This one is dedicated to Adriana and Hilana for cheering me the fuck up on twitter <3
The reason Yuuri's Lohengrin program is considered infamous among his fanbase is because all those fancy bits in the costume can me pulled off to reveal a skin-tight leotard that Yuuri thought would shock him out of his shy phase as a teen. It did not.
Of course, Coach Kanako only let Minami replicate the exterior costume for his SP because “One national sexual awakening was enough, Kenjirou. Yuuri-san will be enough.”
Yuuri probably chickened out and never took anything off, then a few years later enthusiastically chooses Victor’s lingerie-inspired-half-mesh costume