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notwhelmedyet · 6 years

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Is 'Ratchet has a nice day' a sufficient writing prompt?

yes, of course! This ficlet is called Still Waters and I’ll probably throw it on ao3 tomorrow after I edit it / after work bc I really like it. Post-war, post-LL, inexplicable happy ending with a deeply dreamlike feeling. Married Dratchet, bc that’s my speed.

The space between patients was a good one. Sunlight came into the corridor through the skylights above and soaked into his plating, doors of the examination rooms built thick and insulated so the air hung still. Ratchet let himself sit in the bench while he read through the notes on his next patient, warmth from the solar radiation loosening up his aching joints.

When he got to the examination room, his assistant was still there, bouncing on his heels as music warbled out of the speakers they’d rigged up in the corners of the room. The patient was hooked up to as many readouts as was feasible, but was still swinging his legs in time with the beat.

“Oh, hey Ratch,” Beacon said with a lazy salute. “Got you a Cybercrosis case. Skywave, this is Doctor Ratchet, he’ll be handling your case while I assist.”

Skywave smiled a little pinched smile at Ratchet. A couple years wasn’t near long enough for anyone to get used to the idea of Cybercrosis being easily curable. Ratchet could understand, still had to catch himself on the diagnosis every time. But Skywave wasn’t far along and the cure they’d been improving ever since Luna I was a perfect fit for him. Ratchet got him settled and set up in the energon filtration system, and made sure Beacon had scheduled up the follow-up appointment while he walked him through the theory of the cure. Beacon was a promising medic, Ratchet hoped he’d stick around after his apprenticeship was over. His students kept leaving to found hospitals all over the galaxy and it’d be good to have a helping hand around the clinic.

After Skywave’s appointment, Ratchet excused himself to take his mid-shift break. He was partway through a book Nautica had recommended him and he was hoping to finish it before they saw each other next. The book had a nice audio narrator, so he took a walk around the neighborhood while he listened, grabbed a few things from one of the corner store where they didn’t mind if you kept your audio feed running and limited your interactions to the business essentials. The air was swirling with sweet scents from the snack stands Drift could never resist. Ratchet didn’t feel hungry yet, so he just let all of that soak into his chemoreceptors and imagined how they’d taste.

After break, he observed Beacon on some simple cases, fixing broken limbs, replacing parts, cleaning and upgrading. It was a quiet day at the clinic, the way Ratchet liked them. He took a call from the local hospital, looking to see when he could act as lead for a fairly complicated surgery, spark chamber embrittlement. Ratchet put them on his calendar for the day after next after checking to make sure the patient wasn’t reaching the terminal stages yet. Then he had to call up First Aid and see if he still had those old case files on the embrittlement surgeries they’d attended over together. Ratchet had them somewhere, but he was still at the “dump all the files in a pile“ stage of his ongoing file organization project. He’d get to it eventually.

The night nurse, Latency, came in a few minutes early and they caught up on a few administrative things they’d been meaning to talk about. Beacon headed out while their heads were still together, going over their supply ordering calendar. Ratchet was reminded of the time with a jolt and stood up out of his seat midsentence. “I forgot—”

Latency grinned and waved him off. “Go! We can talk this over tomorrow.”

Ratchet nodded and made his way out through the waiting room, where a few patients were filling out forms with the help of Latency’s apprentice, whose name Ratchet still hadn’t memorized. They all paused to wave him goodnight as he hustled through. He stepped out into the cool blue night air, brushing invisible specks off his plating as he went. He checked his chrono and realized it wasn’t nearly as late as he’d imagined, barely two minutes over his habitual departure time. He chuckled, shaking his head at himself. Getting all flustered about being two minutes late, some things never changed.

“Hey there, handsome. You waiting for someone?” A mech strode down the walkway, hands resting loosely on his hips and a sharp-toothed smile playing on his face.

Ratchet groaned and reached out to grab Drift by the wrist and pull him close. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, smiling into the crook of Drift’s neck where Drift wouldn’t be able to see it. Drift threw his arms around Ratchet’s back, fingers tracing gentle circles on his plating.

Drift hummed agreeably. “Sure am,” he said. “You ready to go? Need anything from home?”

“I’m good,” Ratchet said.

They stood there for a long moment, nobody willing to step back first. Eventually, Drift pulled away, trailing a hand over Ratchet’s arm to catch his hand and he did. Ratchet squeezed back and smiled at Drift. Under the white streetlights, Drift’s plating practically glowed, whole and perfect. Drift caught him staring and ducked his head, biting at his lower lip in that old habit of his.

“How was your day?” Ratchet asked, starting them down the street. The storefronts on this block were bright at night, panels of light across the walkway guiding them towards the rail hub.

“It was good,” Drift said. “I like teaching, you know. It’s good.”

Ratchet liked Drift teaching too, better than the days he worked the perimeter of the city scouring the wilderness for dangerous creatures or orbital security. Drift was untethered, you couldn’t expect him to be content doing the same thing every day like Ratchet did. It was enough to ask him to stay planetside with Ratchet.

“I’d love to see you teach sometime,” Ratchet said.

“You could take a day off any time,” Drift said. “Beacon could fill in, or call up one of your old students. Or even just close the clinic for the day; it’s not like there aren’t other hospitals.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Ratchet said. The train pulled up and slid to a silent halt, doors opening into the brightly lit space. Drift and Ratchet crowded together in the back, nearly in each other’s laps, Drift’s head tilted back against Ratchet’s chest as they talked over the day and the little things that had filled it. The space filled up as they went along, packed to bursting when they hit the shore and Drift and Ratchet squeezed their way out onto the beach. There was already a crowd and music going, lights spotted along the shoreline and the moon bright above. Drift pinged out for them and immediately set out through the crowd to meet up with their friends.

Ratchet spotted Thunderclash first, a head and shoulders above the crowd even if Rung hadn’t been riding on his shoulders, laughing away. Thunders spotted Ratchet and Drift and beamed at them. The rest of the crew parted like the sea and folded them in, surrounded by a mass of patting hands and careening conversations. Someone pushed a drink in Ratchet’s hand and Thunderclash offered up a toast.

They hung close by Thunderclash, Ratchet and Drift each with one arm slung around the other’s waist as they chatted and sipped new mixes Swerve had dreamed up. Thunderclash drew out a few stories, forming worlds with his hands as he went. Eventually Rodimus rolled up, fashionably late as always. The music had picked up a driving rhythm and Rodimus came over already half dancing.

“Ratch, can I steal your conjunx for a song?” Rodimus said with a laugh, overcharged slur to his words. Ratchet rolled his optics and waved Drift on, watching as the two speedsters scooted out into the crowd of dancers. The two friends grinned at each other and twirled until they were lost in the crowd. They came back a few songs later, Rodimus clinging to Drift’s back like a sucker as Drift lurched, half collapsing under Rodimus’s weight and his uncontrollable giggles. Drift dumped him out on the sand and flopped on the ground, watching Ratchet from across the crowd.

Ratchet made his apologies to Thunders and went to his conjunx, still lying on the ground in a pose he probably thought was alluring, covered in sand. “Having fun down there?” He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Tons of fun,” Drift agreed. “You should pick me up, I’m tired.”

“Nah,” Ratchet said. “That’s just you trying to trick me into getting dragged into a sand wrestle with you and Rod. I know your tricks.”

“See?” Rodimus said. “I told you, he’s onto us!”

Drift pouted. “You’re no fun, Ratch.”

“I just don’t want sand in my hip joints again. Once was plenty. Twice was excessive.”

Drift shrugged, not contrite at all. With a quick roll back onto his shoulders, he threw himself back onto his feet and offered Rodimus a hand up before pressing himself up against Ratchet’s side again, sand gritty between their plating. Rodimus hooked his thumb over his shoulder, mouthing something that looked like “Finding Magnus,” as he backed into the crowd. “It’s a beautiful night,” Drift said.

“Yeah, it is,” Ratchet agreed.

“Thanks for coming out with me.”

“Of course,” Ratchet said. “How’s our favorite terror?”

“Roddy’s great,” Drift said. “He wants to take me asteroid surfing again.”

“Of course he does,” Ratchet said. “You going?”

“Said I had to check with you, I wasn’t sure if it’d conflict with our plan for the anniversary trip.”

Ratchet tipped his helm against Drift’s and rested a moment. “We’ll check when we get home. You want to find a spot to watch the show?”

They ended up sitting out on the pier, waves lapping up against their ankles. The shore was packed, mechs shoulder to shoulder as they watched the night sky. Ratchet had completely lost sight of the rest of the crew in the thick of it.

The first firework split the sky with a shockwave that sent waves slapping against the pier. Drift startled, but he was smiling when Ratchet looked over. The next explosion wasn’t any quieter, and Ratchet lowered his audial sensitivity with a wince. Fireworks were a lot louder up close, when you shot them off in atmosphere. Drift jumped again at the third blast and someone banged their knee against the back of Ratchet’s head.

He turned to Drift to ask but Drift was already speaking. “Do you want—”

“—to go home?”

He snorted and crouched on the pier, scooping Drift up into his arms as he stood. Drift wriggled and started laughing, throwing his arms around Ratchet’s neck like he thought a medic frame wasn’t capable of lifting a lightweight speedster like him. Ratchet didn’t complain, about that or the sand. The other spectators on the pier gave them dirty looks as Ratchet picked his way back to the shore. Frag them. The lightshow happened every year and went for hours, they weren’t missing anything. Ratchet didn’t set Drift down till they were back at the rail station for fear of losing him in the crowd. From up there the crowd was a shifting chaos of bioights in the dark but the explosions were still strut-shakingly loud.

On the train home they sat in seats across from one another, alone in the railcar. “I can’t believe we bailed on our first date in months,” Drift said.

“It was my fault. I just don’t like being surrounded by that many people,” Ratchet said. “Sorry if I ruined your evening.”

“Don’t lie, I know you left because I wasn’t enjoying it.” Drift smiled, a little sad. “I thought it’d be easier.”

“We’ll catch the second half at home,” Ratchet said. “We’ll get up on the roof and watch, you can bring those ridiculous snacks you like.”

“Best of both worlds,” Drift said. He swapped over to the seat next to Ratchet and cozied up against his side. They’d be home in a few minutes, and Ratchet would manage to forget the keycode again. They’d wander through their hab with the lights off and bump into everything and each other gathering up snacks and blankets and whatever else Drift suddenly needed desperately. They’d curl up under the stars together and they’d be home and everything would be good.

Primus, what a life he’d lived.

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God🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿 I love💙 this👆🏻so much🙌🏼. Every single 🕴🏻thing about this 👆🏻masterpiece 🖼 is so beautiful 😍 . The music 🎶 ... Every lyric 🎼... The artistry 🎨 in direction, the creativityin 👩🏼‍🎨 production 🎥 , the cinematography 🍿 , those fireworks 🎇 ... that gorgeous 🔮 bird 🦅 costume on probably the most stunningly ✨ beautiful 🌟 woman 👩🏻 I think I've ever seen 👀 ... The ballet 🩰 dancers 👯‍♀️ ... Wow 🤩! I've watched 👀 this👆🏻 prob a hundred 💯 times ⏰ but it will never 🙅🏻‍♀️ get boring 😑 . I can't 🙅🏻‍♀️ take my eyes 👁 👁 off the screen 📺 for one ☝🏻 second ⏰ of those 34 minutes 🕰 . I 🙍🏻‍♀️ love ❤️ all of Kanye's 👑 work, and it is purely 💦 impossible🙅🏻‍♀️ to pick a favourite ❤️ , but 🍑 if I could only 🙋🏻‍♀️ever listen to ✌🏼two ✌🏼songs 🎵 for the rest of my time 🕰 here on earth 🌍 - it would no 🙅🏻‍♀️ question ❓ be Ghost 👻 Town 🌃 and- Runaway 🏃 . I cannot❌ listen 👂 to runaway 🏃‍♀️ without feeling triumphant 🏆 for some reason, lol 😆. 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Even worst 😳 case scenarios where people 👨🏾 act especially argumentative 😡 or hateful 😈or just plain ignorant 🐍 towards him 👑 - at his bottom line I always hear him 👑 expressing his desire 😻for🧒🏿👩🏼‍🦱🧕👮🏿‍♀️ everybody 🧒🏿👩🏼‍🦱🧕👮🏿‍♀️to just be happy 😃 , and to feel free 🕊 . Everything I 🙋🏻‍♀️ hear 👂 him preach ⛪️ 🙏🏿 is about working 💪🏼for the greater good of humanity 👥 🌎 , it's about waking up 👁❌💤 it's about freedom 🕊 , it's about art 🖼 and expression 🗣 and feeling 💕 , and more importantly 🧐 actually BEING- okay 😃with oneself 🧒🏿. Understanding 🤨 that we 👥 are each 🙋🏻‍♀️ flawed 😔 but it is these flaws 😳 that make us 👥 unique 👏🏼, and it is our combined👏🏼 uniqueness👏🏼 and flaws👏🏼 that combined👏🏼, make one ☝🏻 absolutely perfect😻 whole. As a human 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻race, as the beautiful😻 individual ☝🏻expressions of light 💡 and energy 🔋 , spirit 👻 , God 🙏🏿, source 🌎, the universe 🌌 ... Whatever you 🤨would like to call 📲 it, but those are just words 🌝, and the point is it's all beautiful 💥🔥✨💕😻. And we're all beautiful😻💕✨🔥💥. And it is precisely the things that we 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 are conditioned ❌NOT ❌to value 💰 or love 💗 about ourselves🙋🏻‍♀️ that make us 👥so perfect 💕 as a united 🇺🇸 whole 🌍 We are ❌not ❌separate, and nobody ❌👥 should ever feel lonely 😩 because of this ☝🏻 . There's 8 billion 🌍 people in the world 🌎 but still so many 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 of us feel alone 😢 ... But all at once ☝🏻 we 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 should cherish 🙏🏿 the individualities 🙋🏻‍♀️we have each created 🖼 for ourselves, for this s what makes this roller coaster 🎢 ride in space 🌌 fun 🤠. lol. And interesting 🧐 . Of course it is difficult 😤 sometimes to try and remain enlightened 🤓 and calm 😙 in the face 👹 of ignorance 🐍 or hatred 👺, and in any instances where Kanye 👑 has clapped 👏🏼 back or gotten defensive 🥴, they either deserved 🤕 the reality check ✔️, they 👩🏼didn't see 👀 it coming bc their ignorance 🐍 trumped their intuition 👁👁- which is also likely the cause of the initial ☝🏻 issue in the form of a complete 🌍 misunderstanding 😟 due to the fact 💯 that Kanye 👑 is trying to express 🎨 something that they are not🙅🏻‍♀️ ready to hear 👂 or are just not 🙅🏻‍♀️ even close to being on the intellectual 🧠 , emotional 😭 , or spiritual 🙇🏻‍♀️ level that he is speaking 🗣 on- and therefore just not 🙅🏻‍♀️ getting it. These 👏🏼 things are amazing 😉 though, bc for one ☝🏻 , I love ❤️ it that Kanye 👑 is human 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 in that regard, it just reinforces everything I 💁🏻‍♀️ said before about embracing 🤗 all those imperfections 🧏🏽‍♂️, and two- ✌🏼 because every single ☝🏻 time ⏰ - it reinforces the exact ✔️ point he's 👑 trying to make but just can't 🤷🏻‍♀️ put into words 🗣 in a way that some people will hear 👂 , or even try to listen 👂 to. Which goes back to my 💁🏻‍♀️original sentiment about Kanye 👑 as an artist 👩🏼‍🎨 . Not a politician 🇺🇸 , not an actor 🎥 , or any other profession 👨🏾‍⚕️ who get paid 💰 to lie and just see 👀 how many 👥👥 people they can get to buy 💴 it. Not 🙅🏻‍♀️ somebody who was groomed 😿 and trained 😾 to tell 🗣 people 👥only what they want to 👂 in a soothing 😎 way that they can handle, and obvi 🙅🏻‍♀️not somebody who was 🧠 🧼 brainwashed 🧼 🧠 to believe anything those soothing 😌 voices 🗣 and paid 💵 liars tell them to believe. Which I 💁🏻‍♀️think 🤨 is why people👥 just 🙅🏻‍♀️don't get him 👑 , or want to disagree 🐍 and attack 🥊 him, or both ✌🏼 . But because he 👑 IS a human 👨🏾‍⚕️ being, as other human beings 👥, we can't 🤷🏻‍♀️expect him to pander to the masses' 🌍 false beliefs or their 🐍ignorance. Hell 🔥 idk even know if it's right✔️ to call 📱 it "the masses" 🌍 honestly it might just be a handful of shitstarters 💩 😡 and dummies 🤦🏻‍♀️ that the media 📸 blows way out of proportion so that from my 💁🏻‍♀️simple pov- his 👑 existence looks 👀 like mad 😡 drama 🗣 when it's really maybe mostly not, lol 😆 . And I 💁🏻‍♀️ already know 🧠 the media 📸 makes the world 🌍 outside my peripherals 👁 look stupid 🤦🏻‍♀️ , violent 🔫 barbaric 🔪... And much, much worse 😔 than it really is 🧐. Because the facts 💯 are, all these nice 👍🏻 , intelligent 🤓 people 👥 aren't disgusting 🤢 or mean 🤬 or funny 🤡(in a bad 🥵 way) enough to make a cool 😎 story 📖 . When in my reality 💯 , I meet woke 👀 af Individuals🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻 wayyy more regular 👯‍♂️ than what any sort of media 📸 tells me my odds should 🤔 be for an encounter 👀 with someone 👑 like that, another human 🕺🏻 being that doesn't want to kill 🔪, rob 💰 and rape 👉🏻👌🏽 me 💁🏻‍♀️ or who's smarter 🤓 than a box 📦 of rocks 💎 is a rare breed 🐕 of person🕺🏻- according to the news anyway. 🙄 Anyway big ass tangent ⭕️ here- (feels appropriate🤓 tho, considering who's 👑 video 🏃 I'm commenting 👩🏻‍💻 on- not gonna lie- lol 😆 ) but anyway. Point being that because Kanye 👑 is so refreshingly 💦 human 👨🏾‍⚕️ like us 👥 aka REAL 💯 , and people 👥 cannot 🙅🏻‍♀️ expect perfection ✔️ in any sort of normal 😐 everyday life 🗺 or interactions 🤝 or behaviors 👹 from other, more or less equally 🥴imperfect🥴 people 👥. BUT- because Kanye 👑 is also the extraordinarily 🏆 talented 👌🏽 and phenomenally 😍 creative 🥳 ARTIST 👩🏼‍🎨 he 👑 is, he 👑 doesn't have to be perfect😇 in any other humanly 😎 possible way, anyway 💯. He 👑 is already perfect 👌🏽 in as many ‼️ ways one human 🕺🏻could be in THAT ☝🏻 department, And... Idk 😐 about y'all 👥, but as one ☝🏻 human 🕺🏻being to 8 billion others 🌍 - I'd much rather y'all 🌎 be as real 💯 and intelligent 🧠 and 🙅🏻‍♀️not giving a fuck 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿about what others 🐑 think 🤔 , understand 🤓, agree 👍🏻 with,, or like about you... 😛 but also not 🙅🏻‍♀️shoving🙅🏻‍♀️ all the stuff you do 👌🏽👌🏽 give a fuck about down ⬇️ everybody's 🐑 throats and judging 😡 them, bullying 😫 them, ostracizing 🤭 them, or attacking 🥊 anyone who doesn't believe in every single ☝🏻 little 🤏🏿thing you 🤡 do. Respect ✊🏼 . Love 💕 . Joy 😊 . Inspiration 😯 . Passion 🍆 . Freedom 🕊 . Fun 😆. That's ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻what we 🕺🏻 💃🏻 are all here for 💯 . That ☝🏻 is what every 🕺🏻person 💃🏻 wants at the bottom ⬇️ of their hearts 💞 and souls ❤️ . We 👥pursue it all in different 👀ways and that is what we 👥 should appreciate 🙏🏿 most about being here 🌍 , with each other🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻❤️. Thank you 🙏🏿 Kanye 👑 West 🧭 , for being one ☝🏻 of the many✊🏼, many, teachers 👩‍🏫 of things like this to me 💁🏻‍♀️ personally. And thank 🙏🏿 you to all 🌍 the rest of you 8 billion 👥👥👥- you are all my 💁🏻‍♀️teachers 👨‍🏫 too. I just wish 🌟I knew you 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨all well enough to appreciate🙏🏿 you're being here, 🌏 in person 👀. Because even that value 🏆 and gratitude 🙏🏿 for those that you 💃🏻🕺🏻don't know 🧠, would be awesome 😎 to give ✊🏼and receive ☝🏻on that level 💯 . Even like this ridiculously long 📝 comment of appreciation 🙏🏿 for Kanye 👑 West 🧭, who doesn't know me 😔 and prob never will 😢 , is a type of gratitude 🙏🏿🙏🏿💯 I would like to extend to everyone 🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 on the planet 🌎 for something, if I could😫😫. Because even the 😏appreciation🕺🏻 thrown towards a stranger 🚶‍♀️ in the slightest 🤏🏿, most superficial 💋and completely one-way road ⚠️ type of "knowing 🧠 👀 " someone- like that from a "normal" 🚶‍♀️ person, or in this case a fan 🤩 for somebody they 🌊 admire 💕 , in this ☝🏻 case a famous 🎉🎉🎉 artist 👩🏼‍🎨 , is a step towards 🔜 the kind of world 🌎 we 👥 would live 🏡 in if everybody 👥👥👥could truly 💯 appreciate 🙏🏿 everybody, just in some 🤔 way- any 😨way- or every 🤗 way- or even just 🥳for being here 🌍‼️‼️. But I guess 🤔 everybody 👥can only appreciate everybody 🌍 , if on some level we 🕺🏻🚶‍♀️💃🏻already do. And I think 🤔 that's the level Kanye's 👑 on when he 👑 made this 🎥 🎼 🏃‍♀️ 💿 . Love ❤️ you 🤝 all 🌍🌍🌍 You too, Ye 👑. Thanks 🙏🏿 for giving me 💁🏻‍♀️ this comment 📝 box 📦 to drop 📥some love ❤️ on the world 🌍 . lol 😆 . And to anybody 🤔 🕺🏻💃🏻 who's still reading 📖 this ☝🏻 , may God 🙏🏿 and yeezus 👑 bless ❇️ your beautiful soul ❤️, and I love 💕 YOU 💃🏻🕺🏻most of all! 💯 I believe 🤗 the title of this film 🎞 is where you 👥 can find the meaning 🧐 . Runaway. 🏃 If you 👥 have ever listened 👂 to Kanye 👑 he always talks 🗣about how we 🌍 are slaves 😔 to society 💭 . He 👑 is showing 👀 us within a film 🎞 that the way people 👥 perceive 👁 us and our 👥 own egos 😼 trap 🕳 us into a mold 🗜 that we 🕺🏻💃🏻 doesn't necessarily 🙅🏻‍♀️ represent who we 🌍 are. The bird 🦅 is Kanye 👑 and his 👑 own inner beauty 💄. Kanye's 👑 entire motivation 💪🏼 to create 🎨 and be heard 👂 is the fact 💯 that he 👑 feels shorted 😞 by what people 🐑 think 💭 he 👑 should be or what they 🐑 think 💭 he 👑 should do. He 👑 feels like 🙊 his 👑 true 💯 self, untainted by society, is a phoenix and if he 👑 let's society 🐑 🌍 control 🎮 him 👑 then it will turn ⏭ to stone 💎 . Kanye 👑 wants us 🕺🏻💃🏻 to see 👀 that the stereotypes 🧒🏿🧕👮🏿‍♀️ created by us 💃🏻🕺🏻 limit our own 👥expression, our true 💯 authentic beauty 💄. Now, you 🤡 may think 🤔 it is crazy 😜 to think 🤔 this much 🙊 about the symbolism 📖 but artists 👩🏼‍🎨 don't 🙅🏻‍♀️ make art 🖼 unless they 👩‍🎤 are compelled 😍🤩 by some larger 🌍 mission. Art 🖼 is expressing 💦 the soul ❤️ . Art 🖼 is sacred 🙌🏼. So yes✔️✔️✔️, on the surface 🌊 this is beautiful 😍 and enjoyable 🤪 but for him 👑 , it is so much more 💯. Man 👨🏾 i cry 😭 so much when the autotuned 🎤 part from runaway 🏃 starts ▶️, it's like so beautiful 😍 the mix 🔀 between the song 🎼 and the ballet 🩰 scene. I never🙅🏻‍♀️ realized 🧐 how dope 🤪 ballet 👯‍♀️ was until right I 💁🏻‍♀️ watched 👀 this ☝🏻. They 👯‍♀️ walk on their toes 🦶. Think 🤔 about how much 😣 their toes 🦶 hurt 🤕 . You 🙅🏻‍♀️wouldn't know 🧠 the serious 💯 toe 🦶 pain 😓 that they 👯‍♀️ are in though because they act 🤪 like their toes 🦶 don't hurt 😢 ,but in reality ☝🏻 they 🦶 hurt very 🤕badly 😭. I 💁🏻‍♀️ just tried 🚶‍♀️ standing on my 💁🏻‍♀️ toes 🦶 and I 💁🏻‍♀️ can't 🙅🏻‍♀️ explain 🤨 how much it sucked 😒. Appreciate 🙏🏿 these people 👯‍♀️ who are willing 🤪 to wear 🩰 weird 🦅 clothes and stand 🚶‍♀️ on their toes 🦶, because it is awkward 😫,embarrassing 😣, and painful 😖 . Go stand🚶‍♀️ on your toes 🩰 in a weird outfit 🧝🏽‍♀️. Bitch.🥵

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