Dyrihm’s personal event officially kicks off tonight, 2/18!
The Knight’s tense relationship with the Ebon Blade over the
past months- namely, his reluctance to follow the orders coming from the new
Lich King- has come to a head. Dyrihm has been branded a traitor to the
organization and captured for discipline.
However, Knight Solis, in charge of identifying and
targeting traitorous Knights, has his own plans- Rey has discovered that he
intends to get Dyrihm redirected from Acherus to Icecrown Citadel as soon as
possible, where Dyrihm will be ‘processed’ for use as an obedient,
construct-powering soul by Knight Solis’s contacts.
What does this mean for all of you? It’s up to the Corps to
rescue Dyrihm- and first, they’ll need to find out what happened, where Dyrihm
is being held, and, most importantly- how to get to him! That is all available
this week, before Saturday’s event on the 25th- Daetur, Taw, and
Shitto will all be available to NPC for investigation and interrogation, just
let us know who or where! Will you go after Knight Solis himself, or the shadowpriest Trevarde, who’s been feeding information about Dyrihm to the Blade? Try to sneak into Acherus? Search Dyrihm’s home for clues? Head to Light’s Hope, where it all went wrong? It’ll be up to you to find the answers the Corps will need for Saturday!
What you’re going to find in this section are events that I actually haven’t played yet. So like future events, including the super Saturday event that I’m going to play in Houston. I’m really excited for you to see footage from it.
I keep seeing people talking about how hilarious the airport scene is because “they’ve only been apart for a day” and that’s totally wrong.
Considering Rostelecom starts on a Friday, the SP is Friday night. Viktor either left late Friday night or early Saturday morning. The FS event starts in the evening on Saturday night. When it’s over, it’s pretty late in the evening already. Sunday is the exhibition gala, and considering Yuuri got fourth place, he probably took place in the gala. That’s also in the afternoon/evening on Sunday.
The earliest time Yuuri would be able to leave would be Monday morning, not to mention factoring in either the eleven hour nonstop flight from Moscow to Fukuoka. It’s really late on Monday maybe even almost Tuesday by the time Yuuri gets back to Japan.
So by the time Yuuri and Victor meet up again, it’s been roughly three days. Which imo, just makes it even funnier.
Summary: Reader and Steve dance to Frankie Valli’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (Steve’s version of this fic)
Warnings: Unless you hate horrible dancing and writing
“I guess getting beaten up in alleyways and in the backs of diners was worth it.”
Steve said as he shrugged. Pouring himself another glass of wine, he met you in the dim lights of the quiet common room. It was a non eventful Saturday night in the tower, a three day weekend off from missions and superhero duty was what you, Steve, and the team needed, so you and the super soldier decided to celebrate by talking, drinking, and relaxing.
“God, that must’ve been so hard for you.” You replied. “Y’know, if I were actually alive in your time, I’d help you and kick those people’s asses.” You tipped your glass to him as you criss crossed your legs, facing Steve on the couch.
Steve chuckled in response. “Yeah, that’s alright though. I had Buck with me most of the times to be the savior he was and help me with those problems.” The two of you sat listening to a random playlist FRIDAY turned on before he spoke again. “But enough of that. I’m here now and if all of that didn’t happen, the things in present time wouldn’t be happening now.”
“So tell me, what was it like in the forties?” You asked him, feeling the buzz kick in as you changed the subject to lighten the mood. “Were things easier? A lot has changed I bet…Do you prefer those times over now?”
He raised his eyebrows at the questions that were darted to him. Downing his third - maybe fourth glass of wine, he placed the empty glass on the table.
You gasped at the song that came on and an idea came up in your head. “Dancing must’ve been a lot nicer and romantic, I bet!” You said, excitement filling your veins.
“Oh, man. Dancin’ has changed so much since then.” Steve said as he saw you get up, dancing to the bass of the alternative song. “I’m still trying to get used to this generation and their slang, let alone music, even though I’ve been alive for how long..” He chuckled.
You scoffed playfully as you continued to dance, swinging your hips. “Yeah, I’ve seen your text messages.” You laughed. “But I like how you’re so vintage and old school, unlike people now.”
“I wish I was born in your year. I would’ve loved to dance with you.” You climbed onto Steve’s lap, pursing your lips as he held your waist in his hands.
“That would be fun, although we can still dance like I did back then.” Steve assured. You gave him a questioned look. “C’mon, get up.”
You got off of Steve’s lap. Taking his hand, he led you to an open area of the room where the walls were all glass. The scenery of the city was dimmed in the low lighting of the tower, 12 A.M Manhattan greeting the two of you. “Ohh, no, no, no, Steve.” You giggled as he stopped in the middle of the room.
“What? I thought you wanted to dance with me?”
“Steven, I don’t exactly know how.” You laughed out. He walked over to one of the speakers where your phone was, looking through your Spotify app to find the right song muttering, ‘i’ll show you.’
You questioned if you could actually dance to Steve’s liking, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass your half-drunk self in front of him. You heard the song skip and you silently gasped to the tune that played:
Frankie Valli’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You.
Steve slowly walked towards you as your hands crept to your mouth, covering your laughs. He gingerly moved his head and hips and mimicked the words, seeming like he would try to awfully seduce you. He took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, the other held his tightly. His right hand was on your waist to guide your movements.
“Follow me.” He whispered. You felt his damn smirk creep on your ear to the nape of your neck as you felt goosebumps on your spine.
“If I step on your foot, don’t blame me.” You smiled.
Slowly moving to the serenading and picturesque lyrics, Steve smiled down at you as you shook your head in response, silently telling him, ‘i hate you.’
“Here come’s my favorite part.” He said.
“What par- Steven, n-“
You started, but Steve was too quick on his feet. Twirling you around, he had you in a tango position. His hand was cradling the small of your back, your arm around his back, chests touching ad your free hands were held straight in front to guide direction.
Laughter filled the air as you and Steve slowly walked to one side of the room on the instrumental part of the song before the chorus.
“Here’s the dramatic part. You ready?” He asked.
Steve twirled you once more, your loose sweatshirt flowing as he spun you, finishing with a rather dramatic dip as the song stopped. The two of you were breathless, smiling at each other before he helped you up to your former position.
“Steven, you’re something else.” You laughed. He smiled and rested his forehead on yours, lightly kissing the tip of your nose.
“To be fair, you did want to know what it would be like to dance with me then. I was a little rusty, but I was probably better than Bucky.” He winked.
“You call that rusty? I practically stepped on you five times.” You shook your head as Steve rocked your bodies back and forth as the song finished.
“I love you baby, and if it’s quiet alright - Dance, doll.” Steve sang as the alcohol kicked through his veins. You closed your eyes as you listened to his soft hums, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
Lin-Manuel Miranda’s final bows for his farewell performance in “Hamilton” on Saturday night seemed routine, if overly humble for the departure of the show’s star and mastermind. He even shared his bows with the other cast members also exiting the show, including Phillipa Soo and the Tony winner Leslie Odom Jr.
But then the theme song to “The West Wing” kicked in from the orchestra pit.
Mr. Miranda giggled and took a couple of shy bows, only to turn around and be embraced then pushed back to the front of the stage by Christopher Jackson, who plays George Washington, for a proper bow.
Still, the curtain call lasted no more than two and a half minutes, despite fervent applause, which had been consistent throughout the night. The opening number received multiple standing ovations, as did many others. But Mr. Miranda and other performers would pause for only a minute each time before moving the show forward.
Afterward, in the pouring rain, hundreds and hundreds of fans filled West 46th Street, waiting for Mr. Miranda to emerge from the stage door at the Richard Rodgers Theater.
Instead, Mr. Miranda appeared, “Evita”-like, on a balcony atop the theater’s marquee. Holding an umbrella and waving to fans, he paced from one side of the marquee to the other, occasionally stopping to hold his left hand over his heart to show gratitude.
Then he was gone.
“It’s over, folks,” a police officer yelled as he tried to keep the crowd out of the street. “There’s no more.”
Ichabbie Valentine’s Day Event! Saturday, February 11 through Wednesday, February 15, 2017!
Because we, the fans, will always love Ichabbie. Not just care but love! And what better day to celebrate that love than Valentine’s Day, right? So celebrate with Ichabbie fan fiction, gifs, pictures, and artwork and have a good time. Make sure you tag everything appropriately with #IchabbieValentine (or #Ichabbie Valentine on Tumblr) and not any other tags. You know what I mean.
And all the thanks/blame goes to @nickey79 for suggesting that we really need an Ichabbie Valentine’s Day. Because we do.
Ichabbie Valentine’s Day Event! Saturday, February 11 through Wednesday, February 15, 2017!
Because we, the fans, will always love Ichabbie. Not just care but love! And what better day to celebrate that love than Valentine’s Day! So celebrate with Ichabbie fan fiction, gifs, pictures, and artwork and have a good time. Make sure you tag everything appropriately with #IchabbieValentine (or #Ichabbie Valentine on Tumblr) and not any other tags.
Prompts! It’s Ichabbie. It’s Valentine’s Day. Crane can’t just buy plain red roses for Abbie. No, because they are a succulent family.