the slow dance

Your wife raises an eyebrow from her perch on your shared bed, skeptically watching you fiddle with a record player you bought from a yard sale. She’s sure you can’t get it to play, but it buzzes to life and you place a record on. The crackling melody starts to play as you reach a hand out to your wife. As she realizes what it is, she beams and eagerly is pulled in by you.

The song from your first dance as a married couple warbles out, and you two slow dance as you reminisce.

Capture my heart while your face is smiling so bright and your eyes are locked up at my gaze. Tell me how the beats of your beat for me and my smile filled up your mind. Tell me that I made you the happiest and you love the way you feel for me. Tack my hair behind my ear when it’s waving in front of my face while writing in a windy day. Stare at my eyes as if you gazing at sky at night. Sing to me my favorite song while staring at me with a smile on your face in between the beats of the song. Slow dance with me under the bright sky in the middle of the night. Tell me I’m beautiful even if I’m crying. Hold my hand when I’m down and my day didn’t treat me well. Buy me ice cream when it rains so my feelings won’t divert in the rain. Sing me to sleep, watch me over while I’m sleeping until you fall asleep while I’m in between your arms. Whisper me how much you love me and every beats of your heart is my name. Write me a poem and make my name as the title of it. Pull me closer when I’m pushing you away. Tell me you’re the luckiest to have me. Make me fall in love you with you everyday so it will go deeper and deeper until I drown myself with the love you give and then leave me– leave me in the midst of the paradise you made and let me drown in the ocean of love you made.
—  L., this is how you kill me
Imagine Slow Dancing With Jason Todd

Jason’s right hand on your hip, the other hand holds your hand as you two slow dance among the hundreds of people at the gala, classical music playing in the background. Jason smirking at you, like he knows that he has you wrapped around his finger. He pulls you in closer to him, laying his head on your shoulder. Just imagine that.

Imagine Stiles refusing to go to homecoming because he doesn’t want to go unless he can go with Derek, but apparently the rules don’t allow for that.
Lydia, Kira, Danny and a few other friends offer to forfeit their dates and go with him, but Stiles politely refuses; it’s not the same.
So Stiles stays home and Derek brings homecoming to him: he decorates the loft with strings of lights and glittery decorations and plays the playlist that Lydia had sent him, and he and Stiles slow dance the night away at their own private homecoming dance.

This is without a doubt one of my favorite playlists I have. It’s so romantic and sweet. This is the playlist you play at 2 am while you slow dance in socks in your bedroom with the person you love most

hamiltrash908  asked:

Fun fact: me and my girlfriend got kicked out of a school dance for slow dancing. WHY CAN THOSE STRAIGHT COUPLES DANCE BUT NOT US!!!!????? that's Texas for ya

How come in 2002 when I was in high school in Georgia I slow danced with plenty of girls (and dirty danced too?) and never had an issue???

kilshade  asked:

Song lyrics: Ich hab dich fest in meiner Hand / Zieh dich ganz nah an mich heran / Tanz mit mir

@kilshade

Jaren + Isu’aexa


Claws flexed, digging into the grass as the Cathar moved in a slow circle, green eyes on the Rattataki. His thick red-gold dreadlocks were woven into a braid and bound tightly back from his feline features, showing the strong angular lines, softened by the short ruff of beard. Dressed in a sleeve-less vest, his fur gleamed a creamy-gold, showing off the darker rosettes and stripes as he balanced on his toes.

Mirroring him as they spun in a slow dance, measuring each other, the Rattataki was a bit taller, considerably thicker. Heavy muscle flexed under chalk-white skin, marked with black ink. The armor matched: lightweight but dark and practical, scarred with use. Isu’aexa was strength and stamina to Jaren’s speed and agility. Silver-blue eyes darkened to a stormy color as he grinned, black fang tattoo flexing like a beast showing teeth. The Cathar answered with a toothy grin of his own.

When Jaren lunged, it was soundless. The Cathar warstaff in his hands whirled, blades extending and a heavy thrum in the air as the beskar sang. A golden saber ignited, meeting the weapon with a flash of sparks, halting it. They strained for a moment and came apart, circling again as Isu’aexa flicked the second blade to life.

The second attack came faster and they whirled and danced together. Jaren struck in lightning-fast slashes and thrusts, only to be parried and held, driving back by the sheer strength of the Sith. He snarled, dancing around the other, trying to goad the other into following him. Too clever for that, Isu’aexa held his ground and spun, grinning viciously.

Over and over they came together, warstaff humming and lightsabers sparking. The thud of kicks and elbows blocked as the elegance of dueling mixed with the ferocity of brawling. A snarl came as one saber was knocked away, but the Rattataki’s hand wrapped around the staff just under the blade. The Cathar dropped and twisted, heaving the other with Force-augmented strength. Isu’aexa grunted as he hit the ground on his back, but he he twisted the blade, breaking Jaren’s grip and sending him rolling.

A moment later, the Sith lunged, straddling the other and grabbing his wrists to pin over his head. He chuckled as the Cathar arched and heaved, growling in frustration. Finally Jaren went still and huffed, chest moving in rapid pants.

“Why does sparring with you always end up with me on my back?” he grumbled, green eyes bright and amused despite his words.

“Would you perhaps prefer to be on your stomach?” Isu’aexa cooed, leaning down to brush a faint kiss across the other’s lips.

“Have I mentioned what a charmer you are, Saa’ri?” the Cathar murmured, nipping lightly at the other’s lower lip.

“A few times.” the Sith nearly purred, stormy eyes amused. “At least my charms seem to work on you, hmm?”

“…True.” Jaren mumbled before his mouth was taken and they weren’t talking anymore.

And clouds full of fear
And storms full of sorrow
That won’t disappear
Just typhoons and monsoons
This impossible year

Have some slow dance-melancholic Zutara I made while listening to this song on repeat

I want to slow dance with you

You’re an angel dressed in armor
You’re the fair in every fight
You’re my life and my safe harbor
Where the sun sets every night (x)

can we please let them slow dance in their pyjamas or something?
lil’ thingy for @sarawh, love u buddy

No but just imagine…

They are about to go on a difficult hunt, that might cost their lives and all, and then the night before Dean and Cas are in the library with the radio on, and start some slow song, and Dean is just like ‘fuck it’, and take Cas’s hand and tells him “let’s dance”, and Cas is like “What? Dean I don’t know how to do this” but Dean says “so just move”. Dean puts one hand on Cas’s back and the other still honding his hand, Cas does the same. At some point Dean closes his eyes and one single tear escapes. Their bodies were close, they were breathing the same air, and when the song ends Cas just tightens his grip on Dean, and they continue to move slowly, because if something happened the next day, they had this moment.

I just discovered that I want this to happen