RFA + Saeran with a MC who works as a burlsque dancer? Love u! <3
I love burlesque so much! <3
Hope you like this:
RFA + Saeran with a MC who works as a burlesque dancer
Okay, he’s an open man to any kind of art
But you dancing semi-naked on a stage??? HELL NO!
Everytime he starts these jealousy tantrums, you remind him of Promiscuous Jalapeño. “What I do has as much artistic value as what you do, Zenny.”
So yeah, he has to accept it. And he reluctantly goes to one of your shows.
And boy… does he like it
It’s sexy, but also funny and a little goofy, and… super classy? It’s basically everything he loves about you .
You better make a private routine just for him when you get home.
Also very jealous
But deep inside, very curious
So he gives it a shot, it won’t hurt him, right?
He goes to one of your shows and… well, it isn’t hurting him, it’s killing him from how amazing this is.
When you twirl the pasties on your nipples… hohoho he’s reminded of that movie he wasn’t supposed to watch it as a kid. “Elvira, Mistress of the Dark”
He’s feeling exactly what he felt as a kid watching Elvira.
But now it’s different, he’s not a kid anymore. And Elvira was just a picture on a screen, you’re real and love him.
And he loves you. Matter of fact, you two had been loving each other for a few hour now.
She thinks the clothes are absolutely stunning
The feathers, the jewels, the makeup, she’s fascinated.
But also a little worried, these heels look so high! And these corsets… ouch!
And doesn’t your nipples hurt with those pasties?
You take her to one of your shows and all of her concerns fade away when you start your routine
She thought the clothes were beautiful? They look even better on you.
Also super down to a private show.
And maybe some private lessons? This girl is not that innocent, never forget that.
Not comfortable with the idea of you dancing provocatively and removing pieces of clothes
It takes you to show him everything about burlesque art for him to understand it’ much more than just stripping.
And you talking with so much passion enthrall him.
If just talking about it makes you feel this excited, he can only imagine how it is when you actually do it!
So he agrees to watch you perform, and it’s so much better than his imagination!
Be sure he’ll buy you even fancier clothes and suggest songs for you, he has a very decent knowledge on instrumental jazzy songs that would suit your routines.
He also has feedback for you, but it’s never put in words, he has to show you how much he likes it.
He l-o-v-e-s it! He loved it from the minute he did the background check and found your website
Where did you buy these amazing clothes? And do you do your own makeup? Impressive…
Maybe a little jealous of all the attention you get from another men, but hey, this stunning lady dancing right now will go to his place after this, so why worry?
He’s very supportive, always asking what you’re thinking for your next performance, what will you wear.
Of course he likes the sexy parts, but what really gets him is the teasing of when you, for example, pretend you’ll throw a glove to someone in the audience but throw It behind your back and smile.
He also likes the humor behind this, burlesque is supposed to be fun too, right? He’s having fun watching you have fun.
And after this you’ll have some fun together in your dressing room.
He’s angry. And confused.
You get paid to take your clothes, but not the ones that actually matter? What’s the point?
And of course the idea of you surrounded by men while you dance and tease don’t exactly please him.
But he won’t lie, that leather corset is… pretty… okay, it’s hot.
Fine, that thing you do with your breasts is impressive… and hot. The way you dance is cute… and hot. When you stay only in panties, pasties and stockings, but cover yourself with this fan of feathers and wink at him, it’s funny… and hot.
Who is he kidding? He’s super entertained by this, and you look happy. He would never get in the way of something that makes you happy.
You throw one of your gloves to him, he grabs it and grins to all these men that are, and should be, envying him.
When you meet him backstage, you ask what he thought, he says he’ll make sure to come often… to protect you from these creeps, of course. What you don’t know is that he’s always carrying your glove in his pocket wherever he goes.
So, I’ve noticed it’s pretty common to joke about Leo’s…questionable…math skills. But let’s take a real close look at what the show told us:
Leo has NO concept of place value.
None. He completely ignores the fact that having two digits means you have more than 10, thus making a completely illogical leap that adding numbers means smashing them together.
This is actually a REALLY common misconception for young students that are beginning to learn arithmetic. Keep that in mind.
Then we see that he did indeed know a way of solving simple addition that he just needed reminded of:
In math education, this is called a “concrete representation”. It means he had something physical in front of him to count to aid his subtraction. It’s the same way with the first Torte.
It is very likely that he counted the slices that would be taken and saw that one was left, just like he did with his fingers.
(As a side note, they’re correct about having something Leo is passionate about making it easier for him to learn. That’s a heavily proven fact.)
Then we get to the larger amount of torte
Notice how Leo is touching his head as if he is concentrating very hard. That’s because those torte aren’t just an illustration; he’s really picturing them.
We already know he has no concept of place value, so he isn’t subtracting normally. He is actually counting each imaginary slice of torte, which is known as a semi-abstract representation. He never goes through the semi-concrete stage (where the student draws a physical picture to represent their thinking.) Students don’t necessarily HAVE to go through all these stages, but it’s the easiest way to learn math by far.
Anyway, back to my point: he does this mental counting REALLY quickly and I’m sure if he’d been given time he would have done the same with the 250 pieces.
Now I don’t know about you, but if I tried that I would get lost and start over too many times to count. Keeping images in my mind just isn’t easy
In short: Leo really ISN’T dumb. He’s pretty dang smart if you ask me. He just genuinely has had awful teacher’s who didn’t know the best way to help him learn. I’m so glad he has Heine now.
“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF
WARNINGS: suggestive, language
WORD COUNT: 6,485
DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.
This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*
Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)
The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.
Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.
Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.
The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.
You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.
And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.
Parenting baby (semi crawling stage) son or daughter u can chose! For Madara and Sasuke (^~^)
OMG OKAY! I came up with this lil idea and decided to make this into a scenario! This is Madara and his son! I might do one for Sasuke too at some point, hope that’s okay fam x
Madara sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting his eyes from the unforgiving paperwork on the desk before him.
It was the tenth time today that his infant son had somehow managed to escape his highchair and was now proceeding to crawl towards a very expensive looking vase.
“Not a chance!” Madara swiftly lifted his squirming son from the ground and placed him back in the highchair. Once in the chair, his son stopped squirming and looked at his father with a mischievous twinkle in his large eyes.
Madara knew this would be a long day.
He ran a hand through his long hair and breathed in tiredly, crouching down to his son’s level.
“Alright you listen here. Dad has a mountain of paperwork to do and you are making it very stressful. So I need you to stay right there and not to make a sound, got it?”
His son tilted his head to the side innocently, eyes wide and and mouth set in an ‘o’ shape. It was a look that he had inherited from his mother and a trick he knew all too well.
“That won’t work on me.” Madara grumbled. “I’m watching you.”
With one last suspicious look Madara slumped in his own chair with a grunt, not looking forward to the work waiting for him.
A few minutes passed and Madara’s wrist was already beginning to ache. This was the downside of being the leader of a clan, the paperwork was just never ending.
In the middle of signing a contract he heard a small giggle from his side but didn’t look up from his work.
“I don’t know what you find so funny. One day you’ll be doing this in my place as the next leader of the Uchiha clan. I suggest you watch and learn from my example-”
Madara snapped his head to the side to find the highchair absent.
‘That little-’ When did he!?’
Madara practically lunged out of his chair and through the doorway to find the expensive looking vase in tiny pieces on the floor. His son was sat next to it, attempting to look as innocent as possible with doe eyes and a guilty smile.
Madara clenched his fists and groaned in frustration, using all of his willpower not to curse in front of his son.
Tiny whimpers reached his ears as his son’s bottom lips quivered violently until he could no longer contain his shrieks, tears flowing down his red cheeks like rivers.
Sighing through gritted teeth, Madara’s eyes softened slightly and he gently picked his crying son up from the ground, patting his back awkwardly.
“Hush hush now. You’re lucky you didn’t cut yourself.” His attempt at soothing appeared to work as the sobs slowly died down and his son was smiling giddily again.
“Good. Now that you’ve stopped slobbering in my hair we should clean this up before your mother finds it eh?”
“What are you guys doing?” Nico asked in irritation, as Jason and Percy dragged him to the Dining Pavilion. His eyes were immediately drawn to the impressive stage and setting set up by the Hephaestus Cabin. The usual tables were arranged in a semi-circle facing the stage, the campfire in the middle, warming everyone’s toes and food and marshmallow-on-sticks. “Uh, am I missing something?”
Percy rolled his eyes, “Aside from it being your birthday? Gee, I don’t know, Nics, what do you think this is all for?”
Nico growled and tried to pull away, “I thought we agreed not to talk about that?” He said looking around and scowling when people gave him smiles and greeted him a happy birthday.
“We did, but we didn’t set this up.” Jason shrugged.
“Hey Percy, Jason, Nico!” A voice called out to them.The sons of the big Three turned to see Cecil and Lou Ellen waving at them. “Over here!”
“Hurry! It’s about to start!”
“What’s about to start?” Nico said as the two boys pushed him to Cecil’s table. Cecil was giving him a smug smile while Lou Ellen was squirming in her seat, “What’s going on? Whose behind this?”
Percy and Jason exchanged exasperated looks and Nico opened his mouth to probably insult or growl at them but Lou Ellen shushed him fiercely.
“SHH! It’s starting!”
Loud applause suddenly came from the campers all around and Nico turned his sight to the stage curiously. Justin and Kayla came into the stage, heading to the instruments set up for them. Nico’s eyes widened when he spotted a certain cabin counselor of the Apollo Cabin walking in after them.
“WE LOVE YOU WILL!” A group of girls squealed but they went temporarily mute when Nico leveled them a fierce glare. He looked back at Will who was adjusting the mic nervously as he looked back at his siblings for assurance.
“What is he doing?” Nico asked in an incredulous tone.
“What does it look like?” Percy said waggling his eyebrows, “He’s serenading you on your birthday of course!”
“B-But-” Nico spluttered and he met Will’s eyes who ducked and looked away with a sheepish expression. “But he can’t sing!”
Cecil, Jason, Percy, and Lou Ellen gave him weird looks. “Who told you that?”
“He did!” Nico insisted, “He said that his ultrasonic whistle is the only musical talent he inherited from Apollo!”
Percy let out a low whistle as Cecil shook his head, “Will always did sell himself short, he’s not that bad.”
“B-But- he- I-”
“Come on Nico, just sit back and enjoy the show.” Jason said easily, “Listen to Will sing and be the judge of his musical talent yourself.”
The son of Hades looked at them, lost, before hesitantly relaxing on his seat, eyes uncertain. Lou Ellen patted him on the arm. “Relax, he’s been practicing for the past several days for this and it took him weeks to find a song for you. So sit back and enjoy.”
Nico nodded eyes locked onto the blond on stage. Will was wearing jeans and button up blue-collared shirt that brought out his eyes. The lights on the stage made his hair seem like a halo.
“Uhm, thanks for being here.” Will said to the crowd at large who yelled in appreciation. He gave them all a smile and Nico noted a few Aphrodite girls sighing in longing. He could feel the scowl coming back to his face.
“Chill, dude.” Percy said, noticing his sour mood. “Will’s only got his eyes on you.” He winked as Nico’s face flushed from the words.
“As you know, today is a certain Death Boy’s birthday.” There were wolf-whistles and catcalls from the Apollo table, he shot them a look. “And I wanted today to be special so uhm, I’m gonna lead the singing this time, for a change.” His blue eyes sought Nico’s. Blue and black locked gazes and the son of Apollo couldn’t help but smile. “Happy Birthday, di Angelo, this is for you…”
(PLAY SONG, yes imagine Will Solace singing that with Kayla and Justin playing instruments)
“…love you like I always do.” Will finished, eyes soft and fond as he looked at Nico.
There was silence.
Then suddenly, the campers were going wild, jumping up and down and cheering loudly at the end of the song. Will ducked his head, breaking eye contact with Nico for the first time during the whole song as the son of Hades gaped up at him, face red.
“See?” Cecil said, proud of his best friend. “What did I tell you? Solace ain’t half-bad right?”
“That’s an understatement.” Lou Ellen laughed, almost shouting at the standing ovation Will got.
“So, Nico, what did you think?” Jason asked as he turned at the son of Hades. He blinked when he realized the son of Hades wasn’t there anymore. “Nico?” He looked around in panic. “Nico’s gone!”
Percy let out a guffaw beside him and he turned to the son of Poseidon, “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He laughed and pointed to the stage. Jason, Cecil, and Lou Ellen turned just in time to see a certain someone step out from the shadows of the backstage.
Justin and Kayla were looking at Nico with surprise but smirks were present on both of their faces. Will, noticing everyone was looking behind him, turned in confusion just in time for Nico to grab him by the collar and kiss him.
The noise grew deafening as the son of Hades shadow-travelled on the spot with Will Solace and away from everyone’s prying eyes.
Okay has it ever been dark in your game and you accidentally attacked your companion thinking they were an enemy? I do that all the time lol, so could you do a companions react to that? Romanced or not, that's up to you! :)
Yes. All the time. And in VATS. And if they’re in the doorways. Especially if they’re in the doorways. LOL like damn how’d that raider sneak up on me! Then they whimper and you apologize profusely to the screen before you realize you’re apologizing to a complex combination of code. I’ll do a pre/semi-romance stage~ I had a good chuckle at this prompt thanks anon
Ada: Sparks fly off her chest plate on impact as the bullet ricochets back into Sole’s foot. Ada quickly dismantled the med kit from her pack as Sole let out a slew of cuss words. “I warn you, every time you do this you end up getting hurt. I would prefer if you stayed around longer, please be careful.”
Cait: “Ouch! Geez would ya knock it off ya spaz? How could you not have known it was me? I have red hair for crying out loud!” she yells at her wits end, pulling her hair for emphasis. She makes sure to slug Sole in the arm as payback. Inexplicably, both began to laugh at the whole ordeal. She literally had on yellow pants and red hair. She was as far from a raider as you could get!
Codsworth: “*@(()!? Mum/Sir why on Earth did you do that for? Do I look like a rogue robot to you? I’m… I’m very displeased!!!” Even though Sole apologized, he still was incredibly butt hurt that Sole could not differentiate between him and the enemies in the dark.
Curie: She’d squeak when hit and her eyes would tear up, making Sole feel like a piece of shit as her lips quivered on her shocked, betrayed face. “Monsieur/Mademoiselle… did you do zat on purpose?” She would always get a hug and gushing apologies as Sole hugged her and kissed her boo-boo.
Danse: “Knight! I just finished getting the dings out of this thing. You do realize that if I were out of my armor, that could have been fatal?” As always, he worried more about his power armor than he did his own safety. He was the perfect match for the skittish Sole who always hit before asking questions. He was just glad he was the one with them.
Deacon: “Oomph! Deacon… signing out…” he pretended to die for the 15th time. He always liked to make Sole feel bad every time. Then he’ll start saying he needs to go to the hospital. Then he needs surgery. Then he needs a kiss to wake him from the coma he’s slipping into.
Dogmeat: *whimper* his voice was too precious, too pure. Sole apologized 10million times as their heart broke in two as they put him in a Doghouse at Sanctuary for safety and never took him out to the mean world ever again.
Hancock: “Shit! Calm down there trigger fiend” he grumbled, rubbing his arm where the bullet grazed the fabric of his jacket. He loved Sole’s crazy, don’t get him wrong or nothin’. He just would prefer it if that crazy was being directed at anywhere other than him. He liked living as the pirate king.
MacCready: *screams like a little girl* “You see! That is precisely why I like to stay far way from the action!” He threw his hat down in frustration. This happened every single time he came to round up with Sole. They knew they already killed everything and that he was the only logical option to be approaching them this late in the game but they still attacked him! Sole was giggling. Why was Sole giggling? “Ohh very funny, now you’re going to make fun of me is that it? Come here!” He roped Sole in, giving them a noogie as they struggled to get out, chuckling the whole time.
Nick Valentine: He groaned down on all fours, trying to recover from that power fist to the stomach Sole just punched him with. “Look kid *wheeze* we’re gonna need to come up with some kind of safe word. I think you pose more of a danger than the ferals do.” They tried a variety of whistles and hums for their code phrase before they realizes that Nick couldn’t whistle they ended up not deciding on one as they left the building arm in arm.
Strong: Doesn’t react. Humans fists feel like blades of grass.
Piper: “JESUS BLUE IT’S JUST ME! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” She flails her arms after narrowly avoiding Sole bashing her in the face with their pistol. It always freaks her out whenever Sole comes at her like that but she gets it. If she was a feral it would be better to shoot first ask questions later. She just hoped that Sole would be able to notice her flashy red trench coat maybe a little sooner.
Preston: “Ow! Geez General, take it easy. I’m delicate. But uh, good staying alert!” He said rubbing his cheek where Sole decked him. Leave it to Preston to find the good in all of it. He thought it was good that Sole was so receptive to movement and even though he know would have a bruise for the next few days he knew it was all because Sole was just so dark good in battle. His love.
“You’re going to have to be faster than that if you want to take me out Sir/Ma’am.”
Always, without a doubt outmaneuvers Sole and pins them to the ground. He was trained in 7 forms of martial arts and could disarm an opponent within seconds reflexively. Sole always attacks before looking and he always pins them. Eventually he started using it as an excuse to teach them how to get out of arm holds. He likes being close.
Maxson: “Never assault a fellow comrade, let alone your commanding officer” he hissed, pressing his face within a centimeter of Sole’s. His blue eyes bore into Sole’s hoping that this incident would never repeat. He had snatched their wrist before they could swipe at him, dodging out of the way but he didn’t like that very much. He was a wittle angwy.
Glory: “Ahh!” She yells in alarm back when the bullet barely misses her. Her reflexes kicked in and her gun was out pow pow powing up the place. Good thing they both had absolutely shit aim at close range because phew that would’ve been close. What would she have done if Sole was gone?
This Sega Master System mess of a game was released to coincide with Euro 1992. This football game is infamous for it’s numerous glitches, including one that gives the player points for scoring in their own net, fouls being awarded for literally doing nothing, and another triggered when quitting a game with a 0-0 scoreline at the semi-final stage of the tournament which then automatically propels the player into the final.
I have compiled a list of every Broadway theater and the general reviews I have read on their visibility to be used as a reference for all those broke theatre kids out there. I would also like to add that each show has its own discount ticket policy- standing room, student rush, lottery, regular rush, etc. And you should check out that and the general popularity of the show (i.e. your chances of getting the one of the limited number of discounted tickets) before buying your own ticket.
some characters designs I’ve been working for a short story/light novel Bell’s working on called The Prison Tower! they are still in their semi-rough stages (theo is still NAKED… dunno what to put him in yet), but here they are if you were wondering what the characters in the story looked like!
Ideally the finished product for the story will have a few ILLUSTRATIONS so lets hope all goes well for that. :>
If you aren’t reading it yet, go do it now and send her nice messages and yell about the vast amounts of tangible ust
I tried to go see Miss Saigon at Serenbe Playhouse, but it’s an outdoor production and it was pouring rain! The amazing company still did a semi-staged version in a teeny ballroom at the property’s inn and it was absolutely fantastic; no mics, no set, completely on the fly, and one of the best regional productions I’ve ever seen. Having the cast so close in such an intimate space added to the show rather than detracted, and I’m so grateful I went. I had to leave at intermission (the first time I’ve ever done that), and I only did so because it was a long drive home and I absolutely couldn’t stay. But everyone at Serenbe was so nice and accommodating through the whole thing, and I’m going to try my best and see the full show soon!