no rumba

I’m sorry, you guys, but remixed pop songs absolutely count as Latin and it’s not a cop out.

As Tim Koleto said, “SD is almost always modeled intentionally after ballroom trends, and actually, the current trend for Latin is mostly remixed pop songs”

This is absolutely true.

I’ve competed samba to Sorry by Justin Bieber. We’re using Shape of You by Ed Sheeran in our formation number- this was chosen by a professional Latin dancer. I’ve competed rumba to remixed versions of All Of Me by John Legend and Gravity by Sara Bareilles, and at my last competition, there was a rumba to a remix of THE JURASSIC PARK THEME. My ballroom club likes Cake by the Ocean, Billie Jean, and the Ghostbusters theme as cha chas. Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars, Thinking Out Loud, and I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys are club favorite rumbas. Sorry, Shape of You, and Cheap Thrills are great sambas.

I’m always surprised at the number of people who are VEHEMENTLY OPPOSED to remixed pop songs as SDs, because that’s literally just how Latin works right now.

Personally, I’m happy about the diversity. Would you rather have 5000 Historia de un Amors and Batucadas in a row? No? I didn’t think so.

This is a rumba playlist by DJ Ice. It’s a bunch of remixed pop songs, for the most part, and these songs have been used at the majority of my competitions. They’re completely acceptable and often-used rumbas and I’ve never heard anyone complain about it.

Kumeta Kōji 久米田 康治 illustration for Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei 俗・さよなら絶望先生 OST - OP & ED Single - Kuusou Rumba by Ootsuki Kenji & Zetsubou Shoujo Tachi - Japan - 2008

Mile High Club

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs

Word Count: 785

Prompt: The reader finds a quick way to calm Dean down during a flight.

Beta: @impala-dreamer

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”

“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”

A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.

Keep reading

dailymotion

Heather Morris and Maksim Chmerkovskiy – Week 6, rumba [Full Video]

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you suggest some music in Catalan? Old or modern I don't mind ^^ thanks

Sure! We have a lot of good music imho. I tried to break it down to music genres more or less

Classics (1960s “Nova Cançó” movement)

Modern music

Pop

Rock

Rap and Ska (most of my personal faves)

Rumba (very very popular among young people)

Inspired by traditional music and/or actual traditional songs

Musical theatre

You’ll find better quality audios on Spotify :)

Woah I just realised I got carried away and made a huge list hehe… well, everyone should be able to find something they like.

I hope you enjoy it!

The One With The Picture

Title: The One With A Picture

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)

Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)

Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).

My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel


Dean keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

It’s an old photograph, a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.

Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh like that after everything you’ve been through.

But that’s not the point.

Keep reading

Everyday

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 984

Warnings: extremely light smut, all the fluff like so much fluff it’s gross

Prompt: There’s so much to Sam. He’s always been more than a pretty face or a good lay. Y/N’s realized over the years how much there is to Sam.

Beta: @inmysparetime0 The best! 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

It’s no secret that Sam is a freak in the sheets, you had learned that pretty quickly, but something that took a bit longer to figure out was that there was more to Sam than just his good looks and bedroom eyes.

Sam had always been good with deep conversations. You could lay in bed with him for hours and talk about why people believe in soulmates and if the two of you were meant to be. You could talk about feeling lonely and sad and he’d sit there and listen intently and empathize with you because he had felt that before.

He’s also funny. Sam could crack a joke whenever he wanted to and some were stupid but others were actually really clever and had you giggling for minutes on end. You could remember sitting at the kitchen table with him, sipping chocolate milk through a straw when he decided to tell you one, and chocolate milk shot right out your nose which only made the both of you laugh harder. You fell in love with him that day.

Keep reading

Baby’s Big 50 Masterlist

Wow. Just wow!

It all started with this post, inviting folks to use a song prompt to write a Baby-centric fic in honor of her 50th birthday.

Thank you so much to each and every writer that participated. I am blown away by the interest in this writing challenge and by all the creative work that everyone contributed.

I hope you are able to set aside some time to go through and read these amazing pieces of work.


Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector


No Pairing:

Dean:

Sam:

Cas:

Wincest:

Lucifer:

Multiple Pairs/Ships:

  • All You Need is Love @impalasutra John x Mary, Dean x Lisa, Sam x OFC, then Choose your Winchester x Reader, smut through and through, with some humor and sweetness 

Watch for fics to be added from:

@sunriserose1023 @little-red-83 @wideawakeandwriting @kayteonline @helvonasche @hanginwithmanerds 

Home

Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

Keep reading

E’ proprio un altro mondo.
Quando indossi le scarpe, stringi le stringhe.
Ti tiri i capelli il più possibile, in uno chignon che li tenga tutti e sei pronta.
Schiena diritta, petto in fuori.
Cominci a sentire le melodie più belle e inizi a ballare.
Nessun pensiero, nessuna preoccupazione.
Ci sei solo tu. Tu e i tuoi passi.
—  inostri-occhichediventanomani