So I Have A Mildly Popular “reblog And Put In In The Tags” Post Going Around And Its. Very Clear

FUCKING CACKLING ‘CAUSE, LIKE DARLING, JUJUBE, YOU TELL ME THIS WHILE I AM ACTIVELY PUKING MY GUTS UP WDYM???

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"i want more media with zero drama, no tension, and zero problematic characters and i am not joking"

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In honor of our very first sneak peek of the movie Wicked, my nostalgia kicked into high gear and I'm honoring one of my earliest fandom crazes with a silly little comic I'm calling "Fiyero Doesn't Get Enough Recognition For All The Shit He's Been Through."

Enjoy Fiyero having the weirdest 72 hours of his life.

Sequel comic here.

We're happy to present The Long Anime Title Generator!

Take a deep breath and reblog with your anime title. Would you watch the anime with Levi?

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YOUR BIRTH DAY 1-4: The Day 5-8: Mystery: 9-12: That Time 13-17: Once Upon A Time 18-21: Help! 22-25: In My Other Life 26-31: Last Night I Dreamt That

YOUR BIRTH MONTH Jan: I Died, Got Reincarnated And Feb: My Friends Decided To Play Ouija And Mar: I Was Sent To Another Dimension And Apr: The Girl of My Dreams Asked Me Out But I Rejected Her Because May: The World Was Ending And Jun: My Long Lost Friend Reappeared And Now Jul: My Future Self Traveled Back In Time, Now Aug: I Was Cursed By A Witch And Sep: I Lost All My Memories, Now Oct: I Was Possessed By An Evil Spirit And Nov: I Went To Heaven To Fight God, Now Dec: Senpai Finally Noticed Me But We Can't Be Together Because

YOUR BATTERY PERCENTAGE 1-10: I Became Best Friends With 11-20: My Boyfriend Turned Into 21-30: I'm Slowly Becoming 31-40: I Desperately Want To Kiss 41-50: My Girlfriend Is In Love With 51-60: My Biggest Enemy Is 61-70: I Fell In Love With 71-80: I Am Pregnant With 81-90: Every Time I Look In The Mirror I See 91-100: The Government Wants To Arrest Me For Adopting

YOUR SHIRT COLOR black: A Sexy Ghost blue: One Of My Clones green: A Tyrant King yellow: An Anxious Werewolf beige: A Vegan Vampire purple: A Cute Demon gray: An Alien brown: A Princess pink: A Worm white: My Evil Self orange: The Villain red: An Octopus Plush multi: You

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From a friend, possibly quoting or paraphrasing someone else on the Internet:

I’m almost out of spoons for the day so please be aware that I’ll be switching to knives

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pas de deux sneak peek | steve rogers

pairing: choreographer!steve rogers x ballerina!reader

summary: After receiving acclaim in your dance company's production of Sleeping Beauty, you audition for the principal role in its newest production, Giselle, and catch the eye of your attractive, new choreographer.

warnings: none

word count: 534 words

notes: i've been sitting on this for almost two years, and after re-reading it today, i decided to publish this sneak peek and see if there's interest in this. as a former ballerina, this is a passion piece for me, so please let me know what you think! <3 (initially wrote this as an ofc so if there's errors, my b!)

Someone was watching you. It took you a while, but when you finally realized it, your dancing changed.

You were always so sure that no one was in the building at this time. It was far too early. You loved coming in the studio early, doing warmups, choreographing ballets you were too nervous to ever present, and physically baring your soul to the three floor-to-ceiling mirrors that surrounded you. But now, someone knew your secret, and they were watching you at your most vulnerable.

As much as you wanted to cut the music, grab your bags, and flee the room, you couldn’t. The stakes were way too important. If you wanted to be Giselle, your lifelong dream, you had to stay and practice until your feet fell off.

This was your first audition where you had to perform a piece for the director and choreographer. It was new to you, and frankly, you loved the idea. It emboldened you to pick a piece from one of your secret choreographed ballets, especially one so ethereal and heartbreaking. 

You began choreographing this piece when your heart first shattered into pieces. As you worked on the pieces, you felt the pieces of your heart slowing finding its way to each other, waiting for the glue to put it together. On the night you choreographed your favorite eight-count, you broke down in tears. Every time you performed that section that night, tears welled into your eyes until you was too emotionally exhausted to continue dancing. 

Whoever was watching your dancing was entranced by you. They felt directly connected to you and the emotion that lied within your movement. You didn’t feel cruel judgment as you continued dancing under their watchful eyes. If it was Gia or a member of her entourage, they would’ve snickered loud enough to break your concentration. If it was Pierre, he would promptly tell you to go home and get rest. 

This person felt foreign to you, but you didn’t mind dancing for them. Your nervousness quickly subsided, and you wanted to give them a show. To make up for your hyper-vigilance, you put more emotion into your movement. All of the emotions you felt while choreographing this piece rose to the surface like lava finally exploding out of a volcano. Yet no tears stained your cheeks. Your tears came in the form of arabesques, grand jetes, and a series of the best pirouettes you had ever performed in your life. 

When you finished, you let out a loud exhale. You had stopped breathing unintentionally, and something told you the person watching did as well. Although you couldn’t see them beyond the one-way window, you knew they were moved by your performance. If they didn’t want to endanger their position, they would’ve clapped and sang praises for the performance. Instead, you (correctly) imagined them walking away stunned, unable to forget what they saw.

You felt proud in yourself and your capabilities. You weren’t the only person who knew your true potential. All of your anxieties had subsided in this moment. You weren’t worried about the other dancers or being reduced to a member of the corps. 

You were Giselle, in more ways than one.

do u ever get a comment on a fic thats just so sweet that ur like Maybe slaving over 24k of fanfiction was worth it for user SprinkleTrashcan2012 to leave a three paragraph comment

I’ve been obsessing a little too hard over BD3 recently and I regret nothing. (also I converted a straight male friend to the cult of Astarion bc he’s just that hot. This has nothing to do with the post above I think it’s just funny and silly goofy, so yeah)