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Be In My Eyes - Chapter 12

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. Summary: The bar shenanigans continue as Keyleth fulfills the second part of her promise to Vax.

The upper floor of Glorious looked even roomier than the lower floor, mostly due to the mirrored wall behind the DJ Booth on a small stage, next to which were a few microphones and musical instruments set aside. The dancefloor took over most of the center of the room, where several people gathered dancing, including Vax’s friends, right under a disco ball spinning on the ceiling, which created fun light effects. Around the dancefloor were several alcoves with couches and armchairs, surrounded by white, and light purple curtains, and gold string lights hanging from the ceiling, creating privacy around each nook.

Vax immediately felt Keyleth tense at his side as they took in the small crowd dancing. A few nooks seemed taken, some with opened curtains that allowed them to see people talking and drinking, and a couple with closed curtains, not allowing anyone to peer inside.

“Do you want to go back down?” Vax whispered in Keyleth’s ear. The music was louder upstairs, and he realized they would have to speak louder or lean in closer to be able to hear each other. Keyleth swallowed her nervousness and shook her head in response. Vax was about to take her hand when a tall, blonde girl approached them.

“Keyleth!” She screamed loud enough to be heard by the two.

“Allura,” Keyleth greeted back, allowing the other girl to pull her into a hug.

“You came,” A shorter girl Vax had never seen before was quickly by Allura’s side, one hand resting on the small of her back.

“Of course, couldn’t miss it.” Keyleth gave them a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Well, feel free to dance. We are going to get more drinks, right, Ally?” The shorter woman said, pulling her partner towards the stairs with an apologetic look.

“Catch you later,” Allura waved, heading down the stairs.

As soon as the two women were gone, Keyleth slightly relaxed, although Vax noticed she was still scanning the room.

“You need to relax,” He leaned in to whisper and felt her shudder. “Come on,” Vax held her hand and dragged her across the dancefloor to where he could see Grog dancing, assuming the rest of his friends were nearby.

“Brother!” Vex’ahlia shouted, wrapping her arms around her brother’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Vax felt Keyleth’s fingers slip from his grasp, and he looked back to see Pike pulling her into an alcove, where all their bags and jackets were piled on a white couch. Vex eventually let go of him, slapping his cheeks in amusement and joined the girls. Vax followed his sister and sat next to Percy with a huff. They hadn’t been at the bar long, but he was ready to leave.

“They seem to be having fun,” Percy shouted next to him, nodding at the girls who had formed a circle just outside the curtains and were holding hands while dancing. “Thank you for coming. Keyleth needed to leave the house. She has been studying a lot.”

Vax looked at Percy, whose bright blue eyes moved from the redhead to the brunette dancing by her side, a smile opening on his face.

“I didn’t do anything.” Vax shrugged, following Percy’s gaze to his sister, who was now leaning to whisper something in Pike’s ear.

“Oh, but you did.”

Vax opened his mouth to ask what he had done, but his sister was coming their way with the look of someone planning something devilish.

“Percival, darling.” She smirked at their friend, and Vax felt his insides churn as he recognized the tone as one his sister used to flirt with strangers to get free drinks. “If I recall, it’s your turn to pay for a round, isn’t it, dear?” She winked, dragging Percy to his feet.

Vax looked from Vex to Percy, whose cheeks quickly flushed red, and back to his sister, who was now brushing an index finger on the collar of his jacket. Percy bowed his head low, hoping to hide his blush – too late, whitey. I noticed, and so did my sister – as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“Please,” Vex spread her hands open on his chest, leaning into his ear to whisper something that Vax couldn’t – didn’t want to – hear.

“Alright, dear.” Percy agreed, still staring at his shoes, his face redder than Keyleth’s hair. Vex clapped her hands and pulled him behind her, gesturing for Pike to follow, who, in turn, grabbed Keyleth’s hand. Keyleth turned her head to Vax with a look of confusion that made him want to follow them, but just as Vax was about to get up, Vex turned her head above her shoulder and shouted at him to keep an eye on their things. Only after the girls left did Vax realize Grog had disappeared into a corner with a woman, and Scanlan was nowhere to be seen. He had no choice but to remain there, so Vax stood outside the alcove with crossed arms, keeping a fixed gaze on the stairs as he waited and tried not to let anxiety take over him.

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Keyleth stumbled back up the stairs, furrowing her brow in concentration so she wouldn’t spill the shot glass filled to the brim in one of her hands. Percy had been a generous friend and paid for another round of drinks for the girls, but Keyleth didn’t dare to ask him to pay for an extra one for Vax, so she saved her shot, claiming she would prefer to take it upstairs. In hindsight, now that Keyleth thought about it, that had been a dumb idea, considering she hadn’t brought salt or lime. She took another sip of her now half-empty cocktail – this time she knew what to order, even though it flustered her to ask the barman for a Sex on the Beach – gaining the courage to cross the crowd, hoping she wouldn’t spill the drink on anyone.

Keyleth spotted Vax before he saw her, and suddenly the world seemed to slow down around her. He had taken off his jacket – Keyleth saw it from the corner of her eyes next to her purse – and stood in his t-shirt, its sleeves hugging his biceps tightly as they naturally flexed with his crossed arms. Keyleth took in the sight of him, observing how Vax relaxed when he finally saw her and the smirk of amusement as she stumbled across the dancefloor. It was the way he looked at her that made her heart race and her legs falter. She felt adored and revered, but at the same time, Vax had a hungry look that Keyleth had seen before, although never towards her, not until she met him.

“What do you have there?” Keyleth shuddered at his question. She could hear him clear as day, even through the loud music, which should have been impossible. She turned her head towards his voice and realized he was next to her, leaning into her ear. When had he gotten there?

“I–” Keyleth looked Vax in the eyes, but his gaze was so intense that her brain lost all capacity to form words. She just handed him the shot glass, hoping he didn’t notice the redness she bet had taken over her cheeks, considering how warm she felt.

“For me?” He asked, taking the glass from her. Keyleth shook her head too enthusiastically, and the world started spinning again. She reached her hand to steady herself, and suddenly Vax’s free arm warped itself around her waist, pulling her against him. Keyleth closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on his shoulder, cursing herself for accepting a second cocktail from Percy, and she felt, more than heard, the throaty groan once Vax downed his shot.

“Vax?” Keyleth straightened up, resting her chin on his shoulder but still keeping her eyes closed. He hummed in acknowledgment, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I think I’m drunk,” she giggled. Vax’s chuckle reverberated through her entire body.

“Do you want me to finish the rest of your drink?” He pulled her away slowly, smiling at her with an understanding look.

Keyleth’s eyes locked on his lips, and she wondered what they tasted and felt like. Were they soft or rough? Warm, for sure. Were they sweet, or did the tequila sour them? She wanted to kiss him and find out. She wanted to bite his lip and draw one of the groans that made her brain fuzzy–

“Keyleth?” The way Vax said her name sounded like a faint memory. It resembled the tone her father always used when he talked about her mom, which made Keyleth feel like she was about to melt.

“Hm?” She forced herself to focus. Work, brain. Stop being dumb.

“Let me take this. Why don’t you sit down for a moment?” Vax’s hand touched hers where she was holding her glass, and she allowed him to slip it out of her grasp. He quickly set it on the small table in the nook without letting go of Keyleth and then turned back to see her pouting at him.

“I want to dance. I promised you I would dance with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. The room stopped spinning.” She said before she took a step away from Vax’s arms.

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Keyleth had been right when she told Vax she wasn’t the best dancer. As much as she tried, she was doing a poor job of keeping in rhythm with the beat, going so far as to accidentally bump into him once or twice, which Vax wasn’t sure if it was due to her natural clumsiness or the drinks she had that night. Still, and much to his surprise, her hands held Vax’s hands steadily as she waved their arms back and forth and to the sides, and Vax was glad no one was near them because they would have surely been hit already.

“Spin me,” Keyleth asked with a grin. Vax looked at her, confused for a moment, as she let go of one of his hands and stepped away as far as she could, still holding his other hand tightly. There was a second of realization about what she meant, only enough for Vax to brace himself before Keyleth spun around, wrapping herself with his arm and clashing against his body, accidentally stepping on his toes.

“Oof,” Vax let out a gush of air as she braced herself on his chest, laughing. “You were right. You’re terrible at this,” he joked. Keyleth slapped his chest playfully as her laughter subsided. If she noticed his arms were still wrapped around her, Keyleth didn’t mention anything or move away from him, so he just enjoyed the moment.

The music slowed, coming to a halt as the DJ grabbed a microphone, and Vax looked around to see everyone looking at the DJ expectantly.

“Alright, friends, we have a request tonight. This one is for all the lovely couples out there. So find your partner and get cozy.”

Front the corner of his eye, Vax noticed a purple shimmering blur dart across the dance floor towards the familiar figure of their roommate Pike, as Scanlan invited her to dance with a smug look on his face.

“Look,” Vax nudged Keyleth in their direction, who gasped as Scanlan dragged a willing Pike to the dancefloor and started to slow dance, his hands placed very respectfully on her back.

“Oh, they are not the only ones,” Keyleth smirked, nodding to a corner not far from where they were, where Percy’s blue jacket stood out, his arms wrapped around Vex’ahlia, who rested her head on his shoulder.

“May I have this dance,” Vax asked Keyleth, turning his back to his sister. He did not want to see whatever that was, and his only distraction was still wrapped in his arms.

“Oh, I–I can try.” Keyleth shrugged. “What do I–?” She waved her arms awkwardly around her torso, and Vax wrapped them around his neck, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her close to him.

“Like this,” He whispered, nuzzling his nose to her neck, and started swaying side to side slowly.

“It feels like a hug,” Keyleth mumbled, laying her head on Vax’s shoulder, her lips so close to the sensitive skin of his neck that Vax could feel her puffy breath.

Keyleth smelled like lavender and cinnamon, and her body felt really warm against his, probably due to all the drinks they had. Vax’s heart was beating so fast that he was sure she could feel it, if not on his chest, then the pulse on his neck.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m having so much fun.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Kiki.”

“Kiki… I like it,” Keyleth smiled against his neck, moving closer until her lips met his pulse point in a soft kiss. Vax’s heart stopped, and his entire body shuddered, but Keyleth didn’t do or say anything to let him know she had noticed it.

Vax knew why Keyleth had thanked him. He knew they had a mountain of homework and assignments due, and she would be at home stressing if he hadn’t agreed to go out. He knew that, had he said no, Keyleth wouldn’t have gone either, that he would have stayed home, in his bedroom, listening to music in the dark by himself, while Keyleth locked herself in her bedroom studying alone. Was she aware of the power she had in him? Did she know he couldn’t say no to her? Because here he was, arms full of her in the middle of a packed dancefloor, her scent driving him insane as he held on to every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself from kissing her. Vax couldn’t remember the last time he checked his surroundings. – Fuck. – He couldn’t remember where the emergency exit was, where he saw the nearest fire extinguisher, or if anyone looked suspicious. – Oh, no. – All Vax could think about was the beautiful, smart, and kindest woman dancing with him, the smell of her hair, the feel of her body pressed against his, and how much he wanted to kiss her. – I’m fucked.

The music stopped, and Keyleth brought her glimmering green eyes to his, the endless freckles on her face hiding under the redness of her cheeks, her lips parted as if they were calling him like a siren. Vax knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his days because it was then that he realized that he was completely and utterly in love with Keyleth.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #modern au #college au #vox machina au #vaxleth au #critical role au #be in my eyes #they finally get their dance

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area51-narutorun · 6 months

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My favourite moments from Goncharov (1973).

#i just can't get over the aesthetic of this film #the symbolism of katya always wearing white except in the final scene #the lighting ahhh #that scene of andrey in the church Did Things to me as a young repressed queer person #don't even get me started on andrey and goncharov dancing together as katya watches #gonchey ftw #goncharov #goncharov 1973 #goncharov 50th anniversary #unreality #katya goncharov #goncharov andrey #martin scorsese #film

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salmonentrees · 2 months

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this is the Vees. to me.

#hazbin hotel #the vees #valentino #vox #velvette #voxval #staticmoth #Velvette just filming their evilcute gay dancing in the finale always gets me #also her calling them the voys in PUBLIC at an OVERLORD meeting……#that was insane. and beautiful.

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sparring-spirals · 4 months

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what kind of show is gamechanger? what's the point? well-

#this is obviously incorrect bc gamechanger is not usually for Getting Sam. thats Breaking News.#dropout #gamechanger #game changer #brennan lee mulligan #sam reich #oscar montoya #ally beardsley #video #not cr #shitpost #the out of focus dancing really just. yeah.#finally saw the tag and realized someone else had alreadyclipped almost this exact portion. oops. valid though. excellent clip

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redmyeyes · 5 months

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FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02 // 1.08

#tim longing to dance with the man he loves and finally getting it #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #ft108 #ft102 #jonathanbaileyedit #mattbomeredit #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #*#ftparallels

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bibibuck · 22 days

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after buck and eddie get together, eddie starts giving buck absentminded kisses all the time.

kiss on the forehead after he passes him his morning coffee. kiss on the cheek while buck is cooking dinner. kiss on the back of his hand as buck drives them to bobby’s house for a family bbq. kiss on top of his head while they cuddle watching a documentary. kiss on his shoulder while they sit on the station couch reading in between calls.

but buck’s favorite kisses? the ones edde blows him from a distance. when no one is looking during a call and they have to separate, buck doing evac and eddie treating some minor burns. when buck is pulling out of the their driveway to go meet maddie and jee for lunch and eddie sees him off from the front porch. during their family night out at the movies with chris in between them before the action film their son chose and they’re both probably going to hate begins.

every single blown kiss is always followed by eddie mouthing “i love you” at him, and every single time buck feels himself start to blush, the butterflies in his stomach staging a very chaotic and uncoordinated flash mob.

there’s something so exhilarating about knowing that no matter how close or far away they physically are eddie always wants to be kissing him. like eddie knows just as well as buck does that his lips were always meant to graze buck’s skin and leave behind goosebumps for hours to come.

even when they can’t see each other at all, buck knows eddie is thinking about it too because eddie does not go more than 3 hours without sending him little 😘 emojis. he doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t contextualize them because he doesn’t need to. it's just random 😘 throughout the day, scattered in between the rest of their texts.

buck [3:33pm]: got caught in traffic, chris and i will be there soon! eddie [3:33pm]: ok, hen and denny just arrived eddie [6:03pm]: 😘

eddie [11:27am]: can you write “chris dentist appointment” on the kitchen calendar for 10/17? buck [11:31am]: done! eddie [11:32am]: thanks, baby eddie [2:16pm]: 😘

buck [10:08am]: we also need eggs! buck [11:43am]: remind me to replace the lightbulb in chris’s bedside lamp eddie [1:14pm]: 😘 eddie [3:09pm]: your amazon package just arrived buck [3:09pm]: yaaaaaaay eddie [7:24pm]: 😘

eddie [6:02am]: 😘 eddie [8:56am]: 😘 eddie [9:07am]: 😘 eddie [12:31pm]: 😘 buck [3:17pm]: 😘😘😘

#buddie #911 #hey did you know eddie diaz is a fucking sap? because he is and when he and buck finally get together his sappiness grows exponentially #it just explodes!! and buck who is also a die-heart romantic just eats it up!!!! they're all about the kiss emojis and the hand holding an #post-it notes around the house and the flowers on a random sunday and the wearing shirts that match the other person's eyes and #the pictures in wallets and the slow dancing in the kitchen and the pet names and the feeding each other ice cream #everyone around them loves them and hates them so much. chris especially.#anyways sorry i woke up feeling some kind of way about them today wow

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nic-coughlan · 2 months

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okay but LISTEN nearly every young female has done that 'wardrobe overhaul' were you change everything about yourself to fit 'society' and when penelope is standing in that dancing hall watching the other gentlemen and ladies dancing, and stealing kisses on the dancing floor, and she smooths down her dress and fidgets with this deeply dissatisfied and upset look on her face because despite the change of wardrobe and despite the shift to better herself nothing has changed. it's just so relatable!!!! because you can fully understand how she is feeling, that overwhelming stomach dropping moment that despite the prettiness of the dress, the change of colour, she's still in the background completely overlooked and i just cannot wait to see that shift and colin finally fucking realises what was in front of him all along and makes her feel...beautiful.

#penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #polin #bridgerton #that whole scene kills me that one split second of pen smoothing down her dress looking despondent with no dances #because I GET IT i get that feeling of trying to change and nothing coming out of it #and wanting someone to finally see you and see you for who you are

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hyperactively-me · 9 months

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king!ghost x reader -- the reception

After the wedding came the awaited reception — a night of dancing and oh so joyous celebration awaited. At least, a joyous celebration awaited the wedding guests. It couldn’t have been less true for you.

Before the reception, you were pulled into a spare room to change into a different dress. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were stripped from your wedding dress and slipped into a shorter and much thinner, simple white dress. You twirl quickly, watching as the thin fabric gently ripples around your ankles. Much better.

. . .

Stepping into view before the wedding guests, a mixture of dread and nerves churned within you as their applause welcomed you into the ballroom. Their collective gaze was fixed upon you as you made your way to the throne beside Ghost.

You practically sink into the cushion, settling back against the backboard.

Dinner had been served to the guests, and you watched them devour their meals.

You see Ghost lean towards you in the corner of your eye, and you turn to meet his masked face. Yet again.

“You…” He started, prompting you to raise your brows. “I’m impressed…with how well you handled that,” he eventually managed to say.

You sit up straight. You rub your wedding ring.

“Thank you.” You responded, your gaze drifting over the expanse of people before you.

You notice a band entering on the side, setting up their instruments. The first dance. God, you did love to dance, although you thought yourself to not be very good. You had taken ballroom dancing lessons for a while, but you were a bit shabby, honestly.

“Do we—?” you start.

“I can’t believe you’re even asking me. Yes. It’s customary.”

“Oh.” You nod your head, swallowing a lump in your throat.

He reaches over to you, brushing over your hand resting on the armrest.

“It’s time.”

“Okay.”

Standing, you both make your way to the center of the ballroom. He takes your hand in his, placing one his shoulder and the other in his hand. He brings his other hand to rest on your waist, his grip strong and firm. You look down at your feet in an attempt to calm yourself, wanting the crowd to stop staring at you. The orchestra begins playing an entrancing melody, signaling the beginning of the first dance.

“Trust me.”

Your mouth flounders for a moment, not knowing what to say, how to respond.

He chuckles. “You don’t have to say anything.”

And with that, he begins moving. He gently guides you along the dance floor, slowly falling into step with the music. He doesn’t look down at his feet once, keeping his gaze locked on you. You, on the other hand, have your eyes trained down at your feet, willing yourself to not mess this up.

“I won’t let you misstep,” he whispers.

You look up at him, grasping onto his shoulder ever so slightly tighter. How does he seem to know what you’re thinking?

As the song progresses, you start to grasp onto the rhythm of the dance, falling into the routine.

The symphony gradually swelled in intensity, its melody caressing your ears with soothing notes that eased the rapid rhythm of your heart.

He was right. He didn’t let you misstep once.

And as soon as it started, the dance was over. His hands fall from your body, and for the first time, he takes a deep bow in front of you.

Something in you is arising, and you can’t tell if you’re welcoming this feeling or trying to push it as far away as you can.

. . .

As the evening progressed, you were pulled onto the dance floor a number of times by dignitaries and other royals. You didn’t really mind, but it made you exhausted.

As you make your way back to the throne, you slump in your chair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Hey, your majesty,” you hear a gaggle of familiar voices.

“Hmm?” you hum, letting your droopy eyes open. Multiple smiling faces are squished in your field of vision. Your siblings.

You gasp, eyes snapping open. You jump up and laugh, embracing your siblings in tight hugs. You forgot how tired you were when your siblings were with you. They felt like an extension of you, the boys and girls you had grown up with being there for you at all stages of your life, even now.

Ghost had watched you, his chest tightening as he watched a large smile erupt on your face. He heard the way you laughed as your siblings dragged you out on the dance floor, saw the way your smile lit up the space around you. One of your brothers had motioned you to dance with him, and with a toothy smile, you began to dance.

As you both moved across the floor, the pace of the orchestra began to shift into something more upbeat. You struggle to keep pace, the transition from classical to an upbeat melody setting a whirlwind into motion. The dance floor began to flood with more and more people, propelling you into a swirl of movement.

The rhythm of shoes striking the floor accompanied by the orchestra’s instruments filled the room. The floor was gushing with guests swinging across the floor, laughter and cheering filling the air, creating a lively backdrop.

Your brother’s steps quickened, gaining momentum with each beat of the music, the choreography shifting. A sudden spin marked his release of you, transferring you seamlessly into the grasp of another man. The cycle resumed.

You’re rendered breathless as you’re carried across the expanse of the floor. Amidst the cheers echoing in your ears, you found yourself moving from one partner to another, each person you spin with moving you faster and faster.

Amidst the thundering music, your heartbeat matched the tempo, and the intricate footwork merged seamlessly with your movements. A peculiar euphoria surged through your veins, embracing the dance as an extension of yourself, surrendering willingly to the next partner in line. Laughter mingled with the rhythm as the pace intensified, the blur of people and music becoming intoxicating.

Unbeknownst to you, a partner’s hand had strayed too far, brushing down your back in an unwelcome manner. You spun away into the embrace of a new partner.

Suddenly, Ghost materialized as if from thin air, sweeping you into the midst of the dance. The energy between you ignited, his embrace tender yet unyielding, melding with the music that thudded in your ears.

The symphony reached its crescendo before abruptly stopping. Ghost pulled you into a final dip as the orchestra fell silent. The ensuing applause reverberated as he lifted you up, your gaze fixed on his eyes.

With a subtle step back, he nodded in quiet acknowledgement. Breath eluding you, you stood there, still immersed in the spell of the dance, unable to comprehend the intensity of the moment that had transpired.

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#he's a dork #he's a dancer too #he got jealous #he was jealous so he stepped into the final dance with you #something in you is getting stirred up #you can't with the way he looks at you every now and then #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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meep-meep-richie · 1 month

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I need a scene were Eddie is staring at Buck and Tommy dancing at Madneys wedding with a jealous face; cause he wants to dance with Buck like that.

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do2faj · 3 months

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Help him make the music of the night

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guardian-angle22 · 5 months

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911 LONE STAR REWATCH 2024 -> MY FAVORITE SCENES | Carlos picking up TK at the bar in 1.01 Pilot

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #episode: s01e01 pilot #ok few things here. first off tk put that tongue back in ur filthy mouth #that eyebrow raise tk does when he gets on the dance floor? it's like 'huh did not see THIS being how my night was gonna go'#finally can anyone watch this scene without thinking about their back & forth in 2x04?#'i could not hold out that long' 'yes i remember the 15 minutes after we first met' DYINGGG #my gifs

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averlym · 6 months

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fairest of the fair

#hi! im alive and back and etc.#six the musical #six the musical fanart #katherine howard #thinking of that post going 'i think eventually you become the person you needed most' and like maybe that's the thing with my art #this started out as a redraw and <improvement meme> i think i've finally reached the stage where i'm making the things that my younger self #aspired to create. like i can do this now! i've reached That level of technical skill! tiny me would be so proud. it's very gratifying #redraw from august this year actually. i've made a surprising amount of improvement HAHA maybe it was the adamandi stuff getting me #back into digital rendering. i think that obsession has quietly slipped away but yknow. one never truly leaves a fandom. just less intensit #also speaking of old fandoms! we're back with the six stuff haha. as of writing i'm in the midst of blog revamp- figuring out how to chill #multifandom status doesn't mean ditch all the old stuff ! but i do feel much freer and less stressed. i think hiatus has been good for me #notes on this piece particularly: redraw about cutting hair and thinking of the lyric above. also lowkey &j ref + pinterest poem excerpts #of female suffering. and maybe a dash of amanda heng let's walk inspo. this work is really just full of contradictions..#1. the mirror and cutting hair as an act of self liberation 2. the & is part of the lyric but also a nod to &j (in another iteration it was #pink but the white looked better) and like. &j is really all !!! girl power!!! etc. and i was like hmmmm. also matching pink shiny aes #3. the frame as a cage; the mirror as a self reflection idea (ie. saville's propped insp) but also as a sign of vanity. 4. sparkly costume #and pretty pose- read one too many poems about women feeling like they have to be pretty even in their suffering. something i wanted to #explore. and also in 5. the show itself... all you wanna do is. despite all the dancing and pink and sparkly the content of the song is #darker. and even though it's a story of her suffering it's still presented as a shiny fun pop song and ajshdhfhfh ok... 6. the lyrics fall #outside the frame. sort of a caught inbetween. sort of a trapped in the narrative and yet #within the frame it's all. vaguely handwavy breaking free vibes. like i said contradictions?#7. cutting off the long ponytail vs the pull my hair lyric at the end. yeah #8. the blocked off & looks a bit like scissors. positioned to cut right at the neck #anyways yeah irl remains hectic! but if i get around to more doodles they'll appear here :)

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blairpfaff · 6 months

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Layton Williams & Nikita Kuzmin || Strictly Come Dancing 2023

#sorry for strictly posting on main it may happen again #layton we're getting u to that final bro on god #layton williams #nikita kuzmin #strictly come dancing #edits

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wisefoxluminary · 5 days

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Jensen Ross Ackles. You are like all of us

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #jensen ackles #castiel #misha collins #spn #this is actually insane to read in the year 2024 #to me it was never subtext it was always there #their love was real and it took castiel to say it and he was at peace #dean realised the moment he disappeared that he loved him and grieved the loss of what could of been #so if we get the revival #the subject will not be addressed as a big deal #i interpret understood as they are finally free to love each other and be together in the way they were always meant to be #they'll delve deep into that love and we will get it portrayed deeply on screen without the writers dancing around it #dean and cas will always find each other #fate will never keep them apart because they were each other's destiny #soulmates

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 12 hours

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XD @flurraz that's brilliant- clothing montage at the Carmine Compound!!!!

but it’s just Clara and Odette holding various weapons up next to Vaggie while their new adopted little sister scowls at her reflection and repeatedly says “NO” to the even more scowling reflection of their mom behind her

Vaggie: “Yeah no. I’m not wielding that.”

Clara: “It has spikes!”

Odette: “And hand protection.”

Clara: “And SPIKES.”

Vaggie: “Great, I could stab myself while swinging it around.”

Carmilla: “Only if you are terrible at it.”

Vaggie: (glaring) “Well I already know I’m not terrible with my spear, so I’m sticking with that.”

Carmilla: (Glowers) (goes back to pretending to check weapon schematics)

Odette: (ticks off failure on clipboard) “Sticking... or skewering?”

Vaggie: “Ha ha, very funny.”

Odette: (ticks off another point for herself on a little odette vs sisters score board)

Clara: (rummaging in crate) “This isn’t funny and you guys shouldn’t be laughing.” (holds up new weapon) “Now THIS goes with your hair.”

Vaggie: “You’re kidding.”

Clara: “No kiddo, you’re kidding yourself if you think the long-ass shaft of a spear makes sense with a do that lovely and flowing.”

Vaggie: “What the fuck does that-”

Odette: “She’s right.” (makes new score board clara vs vaggie with one point to clara)

Clara: “No wonder you had trouble sparring with mom. Like, more that you would’ve had normally.”

Vaggie: “I haven’t been in a real fight in years okay!”

Carmilla: “It shows.”

Vaggie: “I’m. Working on it. I was one of that asshole’s best Exorcists once, I can-”

Carmilla: “Be better than that, hopefully.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.” (GLARES)

Clara: “All I’m saying is- no point fighting against yourself too, right? How hard did you have to focus to keep the stupid butt end from tangling in your hair?”

Vaggie: “I’m NOT cutting it.”

Clara: “Who’s asking?” (dangles weapon enticingly) “Look! Your new best friend!”

Vaggie: “A gun.”

Clara: “I know I know- you like sharp things and staby stuff, but look!”

Clara: (twirls gun dramatically)

Clara: “It has a knife on iiiiiit~”

Odette: “It would also not interfere with your hair.”

Vaggie: “I don’t know shit about guns.”

Clara: “What’s to know? Point and shoot. AND it’s got more reach than a spear! Which is good ‘cause you’re hair might be long, but the rest of you?” (rests elbow on vaggie’s shoulder) “Rest of you kinda comes up short.”

Vaggie: (grinding her teeth) “THANKS.”

Odette: (ticks another point for clara)

Clara: “Wait- You’ll take it!?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Odette: (ticks another failure) “Why not.”

Vaggie: "Oh wow I don't know maybe because-"

Vaggie: (ticks off reason on hand) “With a spear I have to choose every skewering I do and it’s a lot harder to miss and stick the wrong person. Even if I throw it it's only gonna go so far or through so many people. A bullet can go anywhere once it’s loose. If your aim is off by a centimeter that little thing goes wide. Maybe don't give the gun to the woman with a missing eye??? Definitely not when there are moving targets and things around she ISN'T supposed to shoot?"

Clara: "Oh riiiiight." (looks from gun to vaggie's eyepatch) "Huh."

Carmilla: (not looking up) "You were very accurate during our little play fight."

Odette: "I confirm. I've watched the security footage. I'm sure you could compensate."

Vaggie: "Well I'm not. I’m trying to protect my girlfriend and our friends and kill angels. I'm not not in this fight to ACCIDENTALLY kill someone.”

Carmilla: (smiles)

Clara: “Uh-huh. You like being close enough to catch all that blood splatter, don’t you.”

Vaggie: “…it’s just a perk.”

Carmilla: (smiles wider)

Clara: “Ew.”

Odette: “Impractical.” (adds ‘deranged’ to list of new sister’s traits, right under ‘gay’) “Mother, tell her she’s being weird.”

Carmilla: “I fight people with ballet, I’m afraid the toe of judgement I’m balanced upon is rather precarious.”

Vaggie: (SMIRKS) “Pretty badass though.”

Carmilla: “I know.”

Clara: “OH-!”

Clara: (disassembles gun) (chucks it) (claps hands) “I GOT IT!”

Vaggie: “What now.”

Odette: “Nothing good, statistically.”

Clara: “MOM! Mom- maybe she needs- You know!” (GRINNING EVILLY) “If the shoe fits….?”

Carmilla: “….Hmm.”

Vaggie: “What.”

Carmilla: (standing up and prowling around vaggie thoughtfully)

Vaggie: “…seriously, what?”

Carmilla: “Would you spin, please.”

Vaggie: (gracefully turns) “You know what I look like, miss Carmine.” (glares at clara) “There’s not much of me to look at anyway.”

Clara: “There’s enough, don’t worry~”

Vaggie: (rolls eye) “Wow. Such praise.”

Carmilla: “Can you stand on one leg without falling, or does the loss of your eye-”

Vaggie: “That’s more distance and depth and stuff.” (tucks one leg) “I’ve figured it out, kinda.”

Odette: “Yes? Constant assessment of changes in size and angle of objects?”

Vaggie: “You got it.”

Odette: “Seems rather strenuous for daily life.”

Clara: “Aww you get headaches or shit?”

Vaggie: “More like just tired. Keeping things in the same place when I can manage it helps a lot. Or it does when no one’s moving the lobby chairs around and then LEAVING them messed up like that anyway, for ME to clean up…”

Clara: “Or stumble into?”

Vaggie: “Whichever comes first.”

Clara: "Ow."

Odette: “So tidiness helps.”

Vaggie: “Yep.”

Odette: “Noted.” (notes it)

Carmilla: “Well you certainly are steady. Excellent posture.”

Carmilla: (leans in)

Vaggie: (leans back to maintain distance) (still on one leg)“Don’t forget confused and slowly losing patience, ma’am.”

Carmilla: “Mm? What? Oh sorry.” (leans back)

Carmilla: “You are a dancer, aren’t you.”

Odette: “...Oh no.”

Clara: “Oh YESSSSS.”

Vaggie: “Yes? Why the- why the fuck is she hiding behind her clip board-”

Odette: “I don’t want to relive my trauma.”

Clara: “I DO!”

Vaggie: “What the fuck does that have to do with me!?”

Clara: “Everything~”

Odette: “It’s about to be YOUR trauma.”

Vaggie: “What does THAT m-”

Clara: “Welcome to the family!”

Vaggie: “I- wh- why’re you making it sound like a THREAT!?”

Carmilla: “Our family is a threat. Now.” (taps heavenly steel ballet slippers together so they chime) “Can you stand en pointe?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “….oh HELL no-”

Carmilla: “You already use your training as a dancer in battle. Weaponizing it fully is merely the next step.”

Clara: “Heheh. Step.”

Odette: (marks a point for mom)

Vaggie: “En pointe?” (clutching her spear) “THIS IS THE ONLY POINT I NEED!”

Carmilla: “Clara, fetch the practice slippers.”

Clara: (salutes) “Yes mom!”

Vaggie: “CLARA WAIT!”

Odette: “May mother have mercy on you.” (follows clara towards door)

Vaggie: “NO HEY- pendejo- WHY ARE YOU LEAVING TOO???”

Odette: “I will oversee the rest of the weapon loading. Also, I do not want to witness this, and am escaping.”

Carmilla: (sighs) “Dancing is a passion that is not always passed down from mother to child…”

Odette: “Not willingly anyway. Much like trauma.”

Clara: (out of sight) “I liked my trauma!”

Vaggie: “I’ve already got some, I don’t need more!”

Carmilla: “But you do not have your order of weapons yet. It will take half an hour to finish bringing out stock, checking each weapon for readiness, and crating them up again. Plenty of time for a little… assessment.”

Vaggie: (folds wings around herself) (backs away) “I’ve- dancing’s just a hobby, I’m, not even that good-”

Carmilla: “Your lies are terrible. Your form is perfect.”

Vaggie: “I’ve only danced for FUN!”

Carmilla: “And is not battle fun for you? The rush, the deadly interplay of partners you know so briefly and so intimately, to move in response and shape their own movements with yours?”

Vaggie: “…. I also like stabbing people!”

Carmilla: “Choreography for a spear. An interesting challenge.”

Vaggie: “Is this part of the deal for getting weapons from you, or-”

Carmilla: “Yes.”

Vaggie: “-en la madre…. fiiiiine.”

Carmilla: “You will submit to a small rehearsal?”

Vaggie: “Whatever.”

Carmilla: “Good. Now tuck those wings away.”

Vaggie: “Won’t I do better with-”

Carmilla: “You are more used to moving without them now, they're very nearly throwing off your balance. That, on top of your long hair, we do not have time to contend with.”

Vaggie: “But-”

Carmilla: “Fight without wings and keep them in reserve or cut your hair. Your choice.”

Vaggie: “…I guess.. keeping them as a surprise makes sense…”

Carmilla: “And you like having long hair, I know.”

Vaggie: “It’s whooshy.”

Carmilla: “Regardless, you will also at least be tying it back.”

Vaggie: (glowering) “Yes mom.”

Carmilla: “….”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Ma’am I said ma’am.”

Carmilla: “I’m sure you did.” (turning away) (hiding smile) "Now. What always comes first?"

Vaggie: (sighing) (resigned) "Stretches..."

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #carmilla carmine hazbin hotel #clara carmine hazbin hotel #odette carmine hazbin hotel #vaggie gets adopted by the carmines au #incorrect quotes #silly #clara and odette having way too much fun with their new chew toy- SISTER #carmilla rubbing her giant clawed dancer hands together #plotting how to finally pass on her weird dancing obsession #to at least ONE daughter

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