#Rumba

[ourrace-sexraceandculture]

Bembe a Oya. This is Rumba. This is Cuba. This is the African diaspora.

[vaspider]

Sometimes I catch totally adorable pictures of Rumba sitting in the sun.

... sometimes.... well.

[kropotkindersurprise]

From the amazing documentary: Soundtrack to a Coup d'État

[chicinsilk]

Vogue Paris Juin 1952

Marie-Rose Lebigot's balconette shorts in Staron printed piqué, trimmed in green. Makeup by Harriet Hubbard Ayer: "Ayerfast" Pinky Red lips, "Rumba" nail polish. Photo taken in Portugal by Henry Clarke.

Short-balconnet de Marie-Rose Lebigot en piqué imprimé de Staron, bordé de vert. Maquillage de Harriet Hubbard Ayer : aux lèvres "Ayerfast" Pinky Red, aux ongles : le vernis "Rumba" Photo prise au Portugal par Henry Clarke.

[sonicandvisualsurprises]

70's

"Farra Na Madrugada" exemplifies the energetic and danceable qualities of rebita (a traditional Angolan dance music style) featuring offbeat rhythms, melodic guitar lines and lively percussion accents.

[guessimdumb]

Sangre Joven - No Sé, No Sé (1975)

Sangre Joven were an offshoot of Peruvian jazz group Nil's Jazz Ensemble, created to record mostly covers. This is a cover of a song by Catalonian group Rumba Tres, and Sangre Joven add their own raucous and funky flavor. Hard to resist.

[tomoleary]

Miguel Covarrubias (1904-1957) “Rumba” study (undated)

[anticcque]

Chandler Kinney and Brandon Armstrong Rumba GIF "What Was I Made For?" - Billie Eilish

(Requested by @sailorsophiee)

[beautyarchive]

Sarah Hadland's left leg, dancing a rumba with Vito Coppola in week 10 of Strictly Come Dancing 2024.

[ozkar-krapo]

Johnny BOKELO [+V/A]

"L’Afrique danse n°7"

(LP. African. 1969) [CD]

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing With Visions - However Long it May Be - Rumba - Dainsleif

Author Notes: So yeah, this is the secondary rumba fic and, going forward, you can expect some repetitions of dance styles as I write for each of the Genshin guys. The rumba was, just like the rest of them, rolled randomly from a wheel of fortune for Dainsleif, but I was amused that our two Khaenr'iah boys got the same dance. The performance in this fic was inspired by Heather Morris and Maksim Chmerkovskiy’s Rumba to “Waterfalls” by TLC on season 24, week 6 of “Dance With the Stars.” I actually wrote and edited this chapter to the song “Now or Never” by Elvis Presley. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ some angst/ pining/ sfw

Word Count: 1397

I was staring, almost nervously at Dainsleif who held my hand in his as the music around us started. I hadn’t expected to see him here, and I certainly hadn’t expected to end up dancing with the handsome, masked young man who seemed to always be slipping away from me before he’d reappear once more.

To say that my feelings were complicated was an understatement. Half of me was thrilled to see him, while the other half of me did not want to go sliding back down that slippery slope that was my attachment to him.

To call it an addiction didn’t seem quite right, but it was something akin to one. And I was wary of the melancholy that would inevitably come when he disappeared once more. Drifting away to wherever it was he would go before popping up once more.

But I also couldn’t blame him, though it certainly would make my life easier. Because he wasn’t actively doing anything to draw me to him. I’d come over here of my own free will. Just like I always did.

His gaze was calm as he looked at me, as if there was nothing odd about the idea of his being here or the thought of me dancing with him. In fact, he simply tilted his head, inclining towards me slightly before he spoke, “May I?”

I swallowed slightly, finding myself nodding before I’d really put any thought into it. But then, who knew when I would next meet him. Much less in this way.

 And just like that, as naturally as breathing, we started to slowly shift to the music. Almost like we already knew what the other was going to do.

And perhaps we did. By now, I knew he would stay here indefinitely, and I knew I had to be predictable to him. 

He let go of my hand, both of us reaching up towards the ceiling at the same time as my eyes stayed on him.

He stepped to the side so that he was behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist, as my hand reached up. My fingertips rested lightly against the back of his hand, which held me as I forced myself to relax. 

I already knew what sort of dance this was. This was a rumba, and I knew how to do this. Dancing with Dainsleif ought not be that different from dancing with anyone else.

The fingers of his other hand curled around my elbow, and he raised my other arm, and I reached up so that both my arms were raised as he spun me rapidly. 

I reached down, my hands grasping onto him, one flat against his shoulder and the other curling around his neck, as he whirled me across the floor. 

His hand landed on my back, and I tensed slightly, leaning away from him slightly as we both rolled our hips to the music before he spun me out. My arm extending with motion before I turned back, my hand reaching and finding his immediately as I evaded his gaze. Doing my best not to ponder his presence here or think too much about any of it.

I knew Dainsleif was chasing after something, but I’d never known what. Only that it seemed to lead him back here again and again, and that I always seemed to bump into him. Almost like I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

In truth, he’d never done anything to actually hurt me, and I doubted he ever would. Dainsleif might be a mysterious man, but I knew he was not a mean one.

In fact, he struck me as a caring person. There was no way he really couldn’t be with how gently he was holding me right now as we moved together.

Instead, it was just that the more I’d seen him, the more an ache had settled in my heart. Taking up residence there and deepening every time we parted once more as he left. Something was neither his fault nor mine.

He didn’t control my emotions or my heart anymore than I could stop the way excitement would swell within me at the mere sight of him. 

He spun me, and I stopped myself before I faced him once more. I could feel his eyes on me as he reached out, taking my hand and guiding me to the side with light, quick steps that almost matched my rapid thoughts.

I spun again, at last meeting his gaze as I resolved myself. I wasn’t being fair to Dainsleif, behaving like this.

I’d known, even when I’d first started letting myself get attached to him, that he wouldn’t stay here. There was something that haunted him that he had to resolve.

It wasn’t his fault that I’d fallen for him, and he didn’t deserve me to start behaving oddly now. Not when we’d gained an odd sort of relationship. So close and yet distant simply due to the lengths of time he would be gone for.

I shifted behind him, resting my hands on his waist and turning with him, swallowing down my feelings and determining to immerse myself in the present.

Yes, Dainsleif would leave again. It was inevitable, and I didn’t know when it would be. But he would bid me farewell just as he always did, and until then, I would enjoy this time with him. However long it may be.

He spun to the side, wrapping his arm securely around my waist and sliding me across the floor in front of him before our motions slowed. My legs extending to slide into a split as we both lowered ourselves to the ground.

And I could see the unspoken questions in his gaze. And they would remain unspoken. Because while Dainsleif wasn’t afraid of asking questions, he also knew when to let something slide.

I smiled at him, though, reassuring him as best I could in my silence. Slowly straightening with him.

He stepped back, almost like he was giving me room to abandon him, but I followed. Twisting to match his footsteps, and I felt his hand hovering at my back as I glanced his way. Nodding slightly at his silent question, and he nodded in return, letting his hand rest against my shoulders.

I slid across the floor in front of him, my hand finding his as I further relaxed. Letting him twirl me as he walked alongside me, balancing me as I came to a stop. 

I leaned towards him, feeling his arm tighten around my back just before he leaned me back, looking steadily down at me before he pulled me back upright.

We danced across the floor, our motions syncing even further now that I had resolved myself. 

I would have to explain it all to him someday. But I wouldn’t yet. Not tonight, when we’d met so unexpectedly and I had been so unprepared.

We shifted together, swaying and dancing to the song as we matched the slinky beat of the music that surrounded us. 

In truth, I never would have expected him to know how to dance considering the way he traveled around, only pausing in various countries and cities. But Dainsleif was a man of surprises. Both in his sudden appearances and the numerous things he knew about.

He spun me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I came to a stop and hugging me to him before lightly swinging me to the side. Turning with me and barely lifting me before I gently touched back down on the glossy floor, and I felt myself smile at him as I stepped back. Letting my arms slide away from where they’d been locked around his neck as he slowed. Walking towards me as the song ended and holding out his arm like a perfect gentleman as he tilted his head silently at me.

I turned, looping my arm through his and walking with him out of the crowd as I glanced at him, “I didn’t know you could dance.”

He glanced at me, a slight smile flickering across his face as he nodded. And it was as happy as I’d ever seen him.

And though I didn’t know how long he might stay this time, I could make his stay pleasant at the very least. For both of us.

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[vaspider]

I was looking for a different video and found this one way back on my camera roll and anyway I just accidentally made myself cry

[afrotumble]

📷 Depara and Uncredited

[cinnamoncee]

1959

[strictlycomedancers]

Sarah & Vito | Rumba - Chains, Tina Arena

Score: 8,8,10,10 (36)

[sonicandvisualsurprises]

60's/70's

Immerse yourself in the rhythms of Saudades De Luanda by Os Kiezos (featured on the Soul of Angola compilation), an evocative instrumental with rich cultural heritage and lively grooves.