╰★ 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚁.

spilling forth like stars, defying the darkness.

[leslce-a-blog]

if ur my friend / writing partner you will notice

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I 

responding to threads in a timely manner ??? don’t know her

[random1x1plots]

this has probably been done before but how about a plot where a fan meets a celeb and they take a selfie together. he posts it on instagram and realizes he doesn’t have her sn so he sets the description as ‘ft this pretty face’ and her friends freak out when they see the photo. mind you, she doesn’t have insta so her friends make her make an acc. she does and her friends tag her and he follows her.

they don’t communicate for a long while and then suddenly one day he’s got a free day and he’s going through his feed and he sees a photo of her. he likes it and she believes it was a mistake until he comments on the photo and they finally start to DM but.. he’s in a relationship with another celeb and she tells him that she’s not going to pursue any feelings because he’s taken and he’s all, ‘so you have feelings for me too? ;)’ and the angst and confusion and sneaking around dates once he tells her the relationship with his gf is for pr only.

(this can be used for m/m and f/f as well. knock yourself out with a poly if you wanna too)

[lowliifes]

soooo yeah i can’t make graphics for shit so this is what we’re working with i’m sorry for being ugly?! SDKFKSDFK but i really wanted to make one of these so. here we are. hello. just wanted to thank everyone for putting up with me and show appreciation for all my friends / writing partners / mutuals & anyone that follows me in general, thank u guys for everything ! :p

♡  —  @sempiterncls & @dulcetmade & @jcndeuks & @cyniceds & @highstrvng & @painridden & @sstigmas & @opicids & @deardoses & @pearledawn & @vilestar & @tearedrops & @celestitas & @gongjuz & @athaennas & @energctic & @mcrtel & @toxicraged & @armoredmoon & @han1x1 & @dvntgo & @savedapologies & @longwinters & @piedpipcrs & @earthrooted & @ingeniocs & @gonlan & @gcholdtrops & @pecvlarity & @qoodthngs & @creamistries & @criimsons & @sadscngs & @turbiidus & @amsijang & @amissums & @longdusks & @notlonelys & @jungsgguk & @rcdflavor & @flowersbloomed & @includingfire & @poisonlaced & @zehpyrs & @starchillcd & @nihilisticals & @paradisiiac & @collcrbones & @dotwon & @lightsbrs & @peachism & @inhalcyon !

i sincerely wish u all nothing but the best in the new year, i love u !!! ♡

[got7europe]

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please reblog if you don’t mind people randomly popping up in your inbox ‘cause there’s so many of you where I want to do that but you are all just so talented and I’m over here like mehhheheheh.

[jihen]

[aalike-y-deactivated20180714]

@lightsbrs

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i just need everyone to know tht that reply spam you just saw only happens once in a lifetime and i will never be capable of doing all my replies like that EVER AGAIN

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like-y:

after spending at least half of your life with someone, it’s easy to see how they’re feeling. right now, for example, jiwon can already tell eunha’s drowning in self-blame, causing him to be even more on edge as well, his back rigid and his shoulders tensed. the instant urge to reach out and try to put her at ease is blatantly ignored.   “we’re not having this conversation here.”   discussing what to do with their daughter at the police station while eunha looks about ready to sink through the floor isn’t something he’s feeling up to right now. all he can think of is that jieun really does resemble her mother; those same wide eyes that she’d inherited are staring back at him again, and jiwon – as usual – has no damn idea how to handle it. all he knows is that he wants to leave this place, but he doesn’t want to leave eunha alone in this state.   “you’re not taking the bus home. i’ll take you, c’mon.”   him directing her what to do sounds so foreign, even after all this time. he’s still used to the versions of them when they were eighteen, when he’d been the one trailing behind her like some lost pup. maybe if he hadn’t been such a push-over back then they wouldn’t be here right now— shaking his head, he gave eunha an expectant look, insisting she’d follow, before he’s walking out of the room, out of the station and to the car where he’d sent their daughter. gonna be a long day.

the emphasis on the setting that they were currently still standing in is acknowledged, and eunha winces a little because she knows jiwon is right. her anxiety is making her mind fumble a bit, clear thoughts hard to grasp for currently and although eunha in the past would of found jiwon’s demand infuriating, eunha now can’t help but be a little thankful of someone else taking the reigns to a situation she didn’t know what to do with. thankful for the guidance in general, honestly, even if jiwon wasn’t doing it out of the goodness of his heart. eunha is giving jiwon a simple nod, not bothering to protest and following him out of the room quietly, giving a small bow of thanks to the officers who pass her. jieun is sitting in the backseat already when they come up to the car and eunha is already over-thinking, wondering if she should sit in the front seat or not -- and where has her common sense gone to? it would just be an embarrassment to take a seat beside her daughter in the back and have jiwon chauffeur both of them home in his annoyance. eunha takes the small step towards the passenger side and takes her seat there with a sigh, hands twisting together out of nervous habit. there is a lull of silence between all three of them -- a broken family that clearly has no concept of how to communicate with one another -- before eunha finally speaks. “we will talk about it here, then?”

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“a little more different—what does that mean and why do you make it sound so negative?”   if geun isn’t careful with his next words, sunny knows who he’ll be using this damn plasma gun on. hint: it won’t be casper the unfriendly ghost. he doesn’t realize how chilly it is until he sees the exhale of breath from younggeun, though it still doesn’t bother him in the slightest – he’s always had a bit of a preference for the cold, anyway. besides, he’s wearing a thick sweater. that sweater, however, doesn’t protect him from geun’s next assault.   “what?”   he squawks indignantly. the look he shoots into geun’s direction is anything but friendly, clearly feeling betrayed by the turn of events.   “okay, first of all. i do not snore.”   he’s about ninety-nine point nine percent sure of that.   “second of all, how are you going to take a killer ghost’s side over me, your best friend? i was almost murdered. to death!”   he huffs out a breath, turning away from said best friend so he won’t see him pout. this is when he realizes something is off.   “hey, wasn’t that door closed when we came up here?”  

“it’s not negative when its coming from me. i’m the real different one between the two of us, remember?” geun immediately defends despite the bright grin etched onto the corners of his lips. sunny’s indignant responses to his small little teases are helping him ignore the overwhelming heaviness that has been growing in his body; and it’s sad. there is an ache in his chest that is foreign and geun knows that it feels that way because its not his own pain, but the pain of the other soul that they are nearing. “sshh--” geun immediately hushes his best friend, not bothering to give him a response and turning to look towards the door that sunny is bringing up now, noting that its the same door that has been drawing him in. “might wanna get your plasma gun ready.” younggeun mumbles in a light tone, moving carefully down the hall as if not wanting to scare the spirit away. “but it really doesn’t feel mean, sunny. it just feels... lonely. and i’m pretty sure it’s in that room.”

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like-y:

if there’s anything entertaining to watch, it’s jaehwan’s squirming.   “thank you,”   her smile is a smug one.   “if i was into dudes, you wouldn’t be my first pick.”   the fact he’d just flushed is reason for that – he’s fucking (with) chungja when she knows for a fact he’s already seeing someone else. honestly, this boy.   “i declare that bullshit,”   especially after seeing the way he reacted.   “as if i don’t know you well enough to know something’s going on.”   to her, he’s like an open book. but he’s not the type to keep something from her unless it’s something he doesn’t want anyone to know, so that’s interesting. she’s not about to chastise him for it though; she’s not his mother, and it’s not any of her business who or what he sticks his dick in. but there is something she’s curious about.   “age difference aside… you don’t think that’s weird – hooking up with your sister’s best friend?”

his best friend’s retort has jaehwan making a wounded sound, hand pressing to his chest over where his heart is beating, as if the words spilling from her lips actually pained him. perhaps his ego was hurt just the slightest bit, but that was because he knew yoonjo was actually being honest. but he lets it slide. especially when yoyo get’s that look on her face. the one that tells jaehwan that she already knows everything and there was no point in lying to her face because she already knows everything. “i declare that it’s none of your business.” jaehwan practically whines out, arms moving to fold across his chest defiantly. his words held no actual heat to them -- and yoyo has always been in his business since their friendship began years ago. it’s jaehwan’s own damn subconscious that’s attempting to thwart this conversation away before he can really let it settle of how fucked he has made himself. “age is just a number, yoyo. and we haven’t hooked up,” -- yet. it’s the best defense he’s got at this point. “just... you know. flirted. and touched a little bit. but we haven’t fucked!”

[lightsbrs-blog]

kachingg:

jaewon never thought he’d REGRET loading up on english and writing courses his first year of college, but now that he was suffering through a slew of science terms and chemical equations as he neared his final year of school — he was starting to wish he got more of his core classes out of the way his first few semesters. the boy lifts his head up from where it was previously positioned on his open palm, a heavy sigh lifting through his lips as he stretches his neck ; exhaustion already sagging down on the curve of his shoulders. he had signed up for the room in the library in hopes of escaping the other students currently cramming for the end of the winter term. but even HE was starting to grow a bit stir crazy from the mind-numbing silence that surrounded him. jae didn’t expect said silence to be interrupted by a flash of silver and an unexpected slam of the room’s door, however— eyes going wide at the unfamiliar presence. “um—” he stutters, eyebrows furrowing in mild annoyance. “this room is taken.” [ ft @lightsbrs ]  

the moment the opening was there for him, yeonsan had taken it. the clothes adorning his lithe body are common, a hood pulled over silver hair to conceal it’s bright and obvious giveaway to his person, and he would like to think that he blends in rather well with the “NORMAL” crowd at the university. business was what had taken him to this setting today, but yeonsan could only handle so much of ‘royal talk’ before it all began to sound the same and distort in his head into something monotone and boring. so, he ran away. would he get an earful from his parents later on when his body guards eventually found him and dragged his ass back to the castle? most likely. but the rush of adrenaline that is coursing through his veins as he books it down the hallway of the building he busted into just seconds ago is making it worth it, a bright and breathy laugh slipping from his lips as he hears shouts behind him somewhere. there are two big, brown doors to his right that he is immediately pushing through, and the library that greets him makes him stumble for just a second because of the ruckus he caused coming into it, curious gazes turning to look his way but yeonsan is ducking his head and pulling the hood of his hoodie over a little bit more to conceal his features. he needs a hiding place to wait at until the guards move away from this building and he needs one fast. the aisles of the shelves are too open, and how could such a huge library have such little space for one to conceal themselves in? it’s then that he notices the expanse of little doors further off, and yeonsan quite literally throws caution to the wind when he hears the rushing foot falls echoing behind him, moving to grab at the first door he can reach and wrenching it open, yanking it closed behind him but then immediately stopping when he notices there is another person in the small, cramped up space. “i know this is going to sound really weird--” yeonsan starts, hood having fallen back some to expose his silver strands that he is quickly shoving back to hide once more, “but i’m going to need you to please, please, please not tell them i’m in here. please!” and without another word he is shoving past the guy and his legs, crawling underneath the table he is still seated at, thankful of how dark it is and how the walls and tiny space make it nearly impossible to see under. this spot was perfect!

[lightsbrs-blog]

kachingg:

like-y.

almost eight hours already? it’s no wonder his body’s protesting, wanting him to stretch his limbs and work out the kinks. what has he even been doing in those hours? he can’t remember anything. unbeknownst to minjae, he’d spent at least an hour of this trip arguing with boa on his best friend’s phone when said best friend had dozed off –   (‘my cat does not love you more than me stop dressing her up like black widow her favorite superhero is WONDER WOMAN where did you get that wig?’)   – but for the most part hadn’t he simply been either staring out the window to watch the scenery pass them by or staring at the back of his best friend’s heads? they definitely needed a change of scene. hanuel’s fingers had been clenched around the steering wheel for quite some time, and minjae’s slumber hadn’t seemed all that comfortable either. taking a break from being inside this cramped space would do them good.   “yeah,”   he catches han’s gaze through the mirror and nods to affirm, reaching over to fix some strands of minjae’s disheveled bed hair by patting them back down with an amused smile.  “we can grab something to eat, too. think there’s room service?”  that’d be nice. food in general would be nice, it felt like it’d been days since he’d last eaten. speaking of rooms, however… bokyung diverts his gaze to look out onto the road. they hadn’t talked about this at all, but it’s easy for him to assume what they’d prefer.   “you guys can share a room, i’ll take another. no one hogging the shower sounds good.”  he chuckles, because it does, and yet somehow, trying to sound casual about understanding they might have a need for privacy as a couple is.. weird.

there’s a barely noticeable fondness to the small upturn of minjae’s lips as bokyung smooths his hair down, stomach flipping a little at the action. it manages to ease his previous worries, somewhat ; comforts the anxieties he once held about the specific boy in question —-god you’re so soft and gay,  park minjae. he takes another moment to stretch his back out a bit, already cramping up from sleeping in the same position for too long. at the mention of hotel arrangements, the boy starts feeling around for his phone – face scrunched up in momentary confusion when he can’t find it. a sigh breaks through the air a beat later, hand reaching towards the back seat and slender digits wiggling in bokyung’s direction. “phone please, kyungie.” he even asked nicely— instead of unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing back there to wrestle his phone away from his friend ( and potentially causing han to yell at the both of them in the process ) like he was initially tempted to do. “but i’ve already booked something for us. did neither of you listen to me when i said there was a check-in time?” he sends a small accusing look to both of them, hand still extended as he waits for his phone. “and yes they have room service, but no we don’t have separate rooms. i figured one would be fine,” the boy answers with a small shrug— and then, with a mischievous curve of his lips as he sends each of them a teasing look. “but i mean—- the shower’s pretty big, though.” 

there is a small sound of protest that slips from the back of han’s throat when bokyung says what he says, and he is about to completely throw that idea out the damn car window but then minjae speaks up and reminds him that there had already been a room booked. “ah-- actually, i completely forgot about that. that’s my bad.” han’s mind had been a little preoccupied with the continuous amount of torment and anxiety for practically the whole eight hours they’ve been driving. it made sense to han how he could of forgotten so easily about that small little detail. the gps was even set on the hotels address as their destination. but, that all worked out pretty well. minjae’s tease has han’s eyes widening at how forward it is, especially in regards to bokyung, but a wayward grin breaks across his face anyway as he chuckles. “we gonna take baths together again like we’re little?” he muses out loud, doing his best to brush off the flush at the thought of going into a shower with minjae and bokyung in their current time. it’s probably best that han doesn’t think about that, actually. getting to the hotel only takes another half hour and han lets out a groan of relief when he finally gets out of their parked car and stretches his long limbs, listening to them pop to relieve the tension in them. “food.” it’s a single-syllable word but its the only word that han cares about right now, his stomach grumbling in agreement.

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kachingg:

a satisfied grin lights up the boy’s features as the other responded with nothing more than a short ‘tsk’ — a quiet defeat, if anything, in sunny’s mind. a sense of warmth settles deep in his chest at the closeness, and it’s merely an INSTINCT for sunny to burry himself closer to the source ; nose pressing up against the back of kendrick’s neck in the process. a small series of giggles sound against the exposed skin there at the muffled complaint. “you’d probably be able to breathe better if you weren’t stuffing your face in the comforter, silly,” he continues to chuckle, but lets himself be pulled off regardless– but not without a noticeable pout, of course– landing back on the bed beside his roommate with a small grunt. “but fine— i suppose i gotta let you breathe.” that, of course, doesn’t stop him from shuffling over closer to the boy until their shoulders are pressed together, however. “did you wanna put in a movie or something? or just get out for a bit?” sungjoo knew the other boy’s preference, obviously — but never failed to attempt to pull kenny out of their shared apartment, regardless.

it is that heavy press of sunny’s body on top of his back, the affectionate nuzzling into the back of his neck, the way he can feel his roommate’s breath on his skin and it prickles underneath it. it’s all rushing to kendrick’s head and he just really needs sunny to get off of him before his whole body just explodes from an overload of being overwhelmed. kenny is thankful when sungjoo rolls off, and their close proximity isn’t as bad as it was just seconds before, so kendrick doesn’t protest to it when sunny seems to glue himself to his side. the warmth is nice, actually, and kenny can actually still think. he rolls onto his side to face towards sungjoo now, giving him a deadpan expression that practically screams ‘are you really asking me that question?’. “we can watch something.” kenny answers after a second, blinking at sunny wordlessly before continuing, “do you-- wanna watch it on my laptop in here or out in the living room?” he’s not sure why the idea of cuddling in his bed while watching something makes him so nervous, but kendrick still deals with the damn nerves anyway as he waits for sunny to make the decision.

[lightsbrs-blog]

kachingg:

eunhye hated bringing his cane to class— found that the object often made him feel incapable in a room full of eager students, especially when he was unable to demonstrate the moves completely. but unlike usual, the boy wasn’t in the same sort of piss poor mood his relapses often brought him. an ease to his grin remained as he leaned on the cane and made his way through the studio, only ever coming to a stop outside of the desired room — head quirking curiously to the side at the sound of music lifting up through the cracked door. his grin widens a bit more as he opens the door the rest of the way, leaning against the frame and letting his cane come to a rest in front of him. “actually it’s booked for a class in about—” he pauses to take a quick look at the watch on his wrist. “thirty minutes.” eunhye quirks an eyebrow, surveying the familiar face for a brief moment. “so—- you staying or leaving, kid?”

well that is a voice that sunny knows very well. the familiary of it doesn’t stop the roll of his eyes though, body shifting to fully turn and look at eunhye who still stood at the doorway. his gaze falls to the cane that he has with him today, and sunny can already feel a bit of the bite in his bark beginning to seep away, “i’ve got thirty minutes, don’t i?” sunny drawls out in a snooty tone, fingers moving in memorized motions to begin playing one of the songs he has engrained in his head while his brown eyes stay fixed on the elder, “but if we’re talking about class. then i’ll stay for that too.” sunny offers eunhye a casual quirk of an eyebrow before turning back, fingers pausing as he looks at the half-finished music sheet in front of him. “what’s on the agenda for today, grandpa?”

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like-y:

finally. he should’ve checked this place first. of course he should’ve, because where else does this kid spend as much time as here?   “clearly,”   he mimicks the tone his friend’s used, though in a much higher pitch. it’s kind of the reason why he’s there. there’s a laptop tucked underneath his arm; it’s currently the item most precious to yunho, but only because of what’s on it. sitting beside sunny on the bench, he grins widely at him – the kind of smile that’s already asking for something before he’s uttered the words – clearly undisturbed by the look of exasperation on the musician’s face, and obviously ignoring the request to leave.   “i need your help, magic hands.”  

yunho’s voice makes sunny immediately pause in his actions, questioning furrow dipping into his brow as he turns to look at his friend as he enters the room. it’s not as if he isn’t happy to see the other -- but he's sure that yunho isn't here simply to visit. sunny watches silently as yunho moves to take the empty space on the bench he’s seated at, and with a low hum of acknowledgement, he gives his friends wide grin a withering look before casually continuing the random pressing of keys, looking for that sound that has been evading him for far too long. “magic hands. cute.” sunny comments with a snort, but a faint smile curls onto the corners of his lips before he peers at yunho from his peripherals, “and what, exactly, are you needing help with?”

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like-y:

💖 @lightsbrs / continued from here!

she doesn’t know how or even if she’s keeping her face straight, but aside from the slight quirk of her mouth, chungja’s managing.   “you should be more mindful of your guests.”  her chin juts out defiantly, averting her gaze. all she can do at this point is pretend she still has the higher ground despite pretty much admitting to wanting… well. him. fortunately, this is a game played by two, and jaehwan’s already one-upping her. she actually laughs this time, ducking her head, because at this point it’s undeniable even though it’s still unsaid, even more so than before.   “i’d appreciate that, you know, if that was the definition being referred to.”   knowing it’s not quite one-sided, that something could happen between them if they chose to act on it, makes everything in this moment feel a little more real. there’s a tension so palpable, she briefly wonders how he’d react if she took it further. but they’re still out in the open, and she still barely has any idea where they are, and maybe making eyes at her best friend’s brother while said best friend is waiting for her isn’t the best idea. right now. the best idea, right now, would be to head back. wouldn’t it? her act of coyness dissipates, lower lip stuck between her teeth as she thinks, tilting her head up to look at him again.   “hey. race me to the house?”  her gaze holds a different kind of challenge than before, though equally playful, maybe a bit expectant.

was this normal? it is a thought that makes its way to the forefront of jaehwan’s mind for just a moment. and for that moment, he is distinctly aware that it isn’t. jaehwan is aware that he is openly flirting with his little sister’s best friend. aware that she is flirting back. aware that they both just practically admitted to wanting to fuck each other. and aware that he still had unread text messages on his phone from the girlfriend he left back home. but, again -- jaehwan only lets those thoughts linger for a moment -- and then he’s shoving them away. there is too much to process there, and he’s always been more of an act now, think later kind of dude. “oh, i’m sure you would appreciate it.” although it sounds cocky (because it is), his tone is teasing and still playful, fingers twisting and fidgeting with the bluetooth headphone that he’s holding in his hand. there are a few seconds when they are just looking at each other, and jaehwan has to wonder just when the two of them were going to fall into whatever this was between them. chungja was hot, and despite the age difference, she was a million times more tolerable than almost every girl jaehwan had ever come into contact with. yoyo, of course, wasn’t included in that. jaehwan wanted this and wanted her. there should be some guilt in his actions and what he was wanting to do, but jaehwan was too wholly consumed in their little game to worry about all of that right now. his gaze drops to look at chungja’s mouth when he sees her bottom lip tugged between her teeth, the urge to move forward and bite his own teeth into it suddenly there, but then chungja is shaking him from his thoughts at the challenge. “you’re on.” jaehwan doesn’t even hesitate, shooting forward to grasp at chungja’s arms and shift her backwards with a grin before running past, gaining an immediate head start.

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like-y:

“don’t sound so surprised. are you calling me a liar, nam jinhee?”   she’s smiling, clearly teasing, if only to see the red color on jinhee’s cheeks deepen. though it’s her turn to feel flattered, surprised yet pleased. “thank you! i try.” jinhee’s genuine interest in her work is refreshing; whether she’s bullshitting her (though yoonjo doubts that) or not, she sounds a lot more earnest than her brother usually does. then again—jaehwan’s been stuck with her for years. she absentmindedly wonders if jinhee would still look at her the way she is right now if they’d kept in contact, or if the shininess would’ve worn off. or… maybe she’s overthinking already, creating scenarios that wouldn’t and aren’t happening. a habit she should have really left back home, but alas.   “he is an asshole, isn’t he?”   it’s said with both a smile and an eye roll. that’s pretty much how she feels about her best friend.   “can’t believe he left you alone, too. doesn’t matter! we’ll find something to do.”   she could settle in and wait for jaehwan to return from wherever he is, but she’s never been one to sit still. it’s with ease and near impossible grace that she glides through the garden to collect her stuff, beckoning jinhee to follow after.   “i’ll teach you a few dance moves.”

“no--! no, of course not! i just...” jinhee pauses, not sure how to put into words her own surprise that yoonjo would actually notice her absence enough to miss her. of course she had grown up around yoyo when her and jaehwan still lived in the same house, but she had never really gotten close to yoyo. for multiples reasons: the main one being her big fat infatuation with her. “i just didn’t think you’d really miss me, i guess.” it’s an awkward admittance on her part but it’s honest and true, her tone sounding a little meek but she’s not sad about that thought. jinhee had thought she would be over her feelings and adoration of yoyo by now, especially after moving out of the house, and it was easy to fall into denial and tell herself that she only looked at yoonjo’s videos because they were just there. and she only looked at her instagram posts because they popped up on her feed. but now, with yoyo physically here, jinhee was already succumbing to the fact that she was completely doomed. the smile sent her way by yoyo is returned on her own part, and jinhee attempts to get herself back in check, following after the other girl and grabbing the few bags closest to her when they finally get to the car that brought her. at the mention of dancing jinhee can’t help but giggle a little, flushing and shaking her head, “i’m-- i can’t even remember the last time i danced. i’m probably horrible. i’d rather not completely embarrass myself.” in front of you.