#I have two left feet

[myriadismx]

I just "danced" with somebody's grandpa and I was so bad at it 🙈 I feel so embarrassed 😭

[wickedwonderlandd]

Anon fact I assume about you:

When you hit the dance floor everyone stares at how well you turn it out

Oh you sweet winter child. I cannot dance to save my life lol I have maybe 1 or 2 slutty moves in me and that's it.

[foxhouten]

The Summer I Said Bye, Bye, Bye

The year was 2000. A new millennium had dawned, and with it came a musical masterpiece taking the Y2K-weary world by storm. The pop music quintet *NSYNC (always spelled with the * at the front, unless you were some kind of fuckin' poser) had dropped their much anticipated (by me) sophomore album, No Strings Attached. The album's release was fronted by its first single, an undeniable catchy break-up song called, "Bye Bye Bye". When the band released the single and the music video for "Bye Bye Bye", it did so with a flourish -- not only was the song a fuckin' banger, but it had its own elaborate dance number. And as a 17 year old ready to embark on his senior year of high school, I was determined to learn and perform that dance. This would be a minor feat for most mortal men, but for someone who can barely walk a straight line without tripping, this was my Everest. And I was determined to conquer it. The song was a radio and MTV hit in the latter half of my junior year of high school. I felt confidently that the song's popularity would blast well into my senior year, and thus I had an entire summer to learn that dance and wow my classmates (yes, I really thought this would happen). So while my friends were out stealing beer, getting to third base (I hear it's really great), and overall just having, ya know, lives, I was in my basement, repeatedly rewinding a VHS tape containing the music video and a live performance of *NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye". In front of that 32" TV screen, I danced and danced, a poorly-coordinated white boy flailing about, while my younger sister, who was supposed to look up to me, could only shake her head in bewilderment. I want to make clear how long this endeavor lasted. I began my "Bye Bye Bye" dance journey in the late spring/early summer of 2000 and eagerly spent THREE GODDAMN MONTHS learning the dance routine to a 3-minute pop song. There were literally days in which I broke into a sweat in my parents' basement, cursing at myself for not nailing the cross-the-chest 'bye bye' hand motion, followed by the closed-fist hand twirl. It was a hard summer. But when senior year arrived, I was ready. I had flown under the radar for three years at my school (translation: I was a loser for three years at my school), but here, in my final year, I would make my triumphant mark. By scoring a winning touchdown? No. By graduating with honors? No. By doing something -- anything -- that would positively impact those around me? No. By performing a pop-dance routine from a (in hindsight, mostly forgettable) song that had been released months ago? YES.

My opportunity to blow the (high school) world away would come at the Homecoming dance in the fall of 2000. In my head, I envisioned the song would come on, a dance circle would form (cause that happens in real life), and I would step into the middle and SHINE. My moves would bring about cheers and gasps of awe. Fuck you, Homecoming king -- I was the real king tonight. But in reality, the Homecoming dance came...and went. The song -- MY song -- was never played. It seems that while I stayed obsessed with this one song, the world had moved on. "Bye Bye Bye" was no longer popular. I wasted three months learning a dance I never got to perform. I've attended many weddings and other dance parties since then, have sat patiently through so many Macarenas, Cupid Shuffles (another dance I painstakingly learned way too late), Supermans, and Electric Slides. But never have I had the opportunity to say "Bye Bye Bye." But Dan, if the situation presented itself, you could do the dance now, right? No. I can't. "Bye Bye Bye" isn't like riding a bike, dear friend. It's easy to forget the nuances, and in the years since my last year of high school, I have forgotten most of the dance. A dance that will now only live in my mind and heart.

[thelilylav]

We only see each other at funerals

(On Jason, Thalia, Nico, Bianca, and their parallels/connections)

The Titan's Curse (Rick Riordan), @/anxiousmaya_, Right Now (Gracie Abrams), The Battle of the Labyrinth (Rick Riordan), Joan of Arc (Mary Gordon), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Episodes Toward and Elegy for Halley's Comet (Lindsey Drager), Jason Grace (Riordan Wiki), The Gods Show Up (Michael Kinnucan), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), What the Living Do (Marie Howe), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), Planet of Love (Richard Siken), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), Tangerine (Nolune), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/abhorarchive (Twitter), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), Seventeen (MARINA), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/rollercoasterwords, The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), @/the-overanalyst, Where Things Come Back (John Corey Whaley), Grit (Silas Denver Martin), Softcore (The Neighbourhood), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Frost (Mitski), @/moonbends, I'm Your Man (Mitski), Sun Bleached Flies (Ethel Cain), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Three (Sleeping At Last), My Art

[qualek]

im working on a 7gp art piece so obviously im procrastinating by making relationship charts

they are just so dear to me and i care about them too much these are just headcanons so no need to argue about it this is just how i see themmm (template below)

[fitzrove]

Re my previous post: On the other hand as far as I know nobody is working on a serious apologist /j biography of luigi lucheni, anarchist and one of the most dangerous. If I was more insane and not scared of reputation loss I would do that 💀💀💀💀

EDIT: a snippet from my drafts:

[nemo-in-wonderland]

ngl, today I am in a Waltz-like sort of mood.

Blame my playlists, but I have been basically mentally imagining my darlings waltzing around ever since I woke up and had coffee.

Could also be that I chose to finish to work on an artwork AND it's kinda connected to the huge brainstorming that I have going on since two days ago.

But still.

WALTZING.

[kitwilsonsass]

i ain't doin laundry tonight fuck it lmao

[dnangelic]

i just woke up so idk how coherent this'll even be but last night i practically fell asleep thinking abt the trend of dai being confronted by his youth and feeling out of place for it in one way or another. on one hand he definitely can recognize himself as still young and having lots of space still to grow, so he's more than willing to defer to and obey adults or seek guidance and lesson from them, but at the same time this is a kid with an extremely bizarre and intensely demanding upbringing. daisuke has been raised right at the cusp of death all the time. he's gotten nearly fatal injuries just from his training. within his more intimate circles, he's used to everyone constantly counting on him as 'the only one' instead of setting him aside. his father has been absent essentially up until recently, his mother absolutely adores him but is also the one overbearing him on the family destiny and his 'duty' as a phantom thief, and even his grandfather strictly emphasizes how daisuke, as the sole niwa child, was the only one that could do become dark. there's so much responsibility placed onto him all the time, which, again, lucifer thematic. child-king sized burdens that connect him immediately to dark's decision to betray the hikari and take responsibility for the artworks after the cultural revolution.

[secretlyofthefeywild]

lol my father had another temper tantrum and kicked me out of the car on the way to work slay 🤪

[fireheartedpup]

I thought I could ask my grandma for help and she asked why I don't have a job 🥲

[sweet-allien]

The video of Charles dancing is very funny but I can't make fun of it because I literally dance like him 😭

[bowithoutadaemon]

Everyone meet my helpful skeleton foot. Perfect for when you want the ambiance but gotta go do a thing that could possibly take longer than it takes your switch to go into sleep mode.

[goingtothebes]

tMG + Dissociation

[sysig]

Self-Made Man (Patreon)

[a-s-levynn]

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