hold me closer, tiny dancer

multi-muse. 21+. please read my rules.

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my re-start! please come follow me to interact!

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don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened... or something.

nah, i’m archiving this blog and restarting. i’m almost done, but i have to finish the tagging system tomorrow and i’ll link it to here.

love you guys, take care of yourselves, i’ll see you in a few days.

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probably going to spend most of the day over on @bxtchnx so replies will come later!

just a reminder that d!scord is the easiest way to reach me for plotting and ooc conversations if anyone wants that!

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carterhotels·:

“No, and lemme explain it.” It wasn’t a question she ever thought she’d hear. She didn’t even know it had been a concern for Oceana. Still, she had a solid, honest answer for her. “It ain’t an accomplishment for everybody but you’re a fantastic mother, you’re a fuckin’ phenomenal tattoo artist. You have a family who adores you and people in your corner. You’ve got a life that you built. Even if it’s not what you thought it’d be, you created it and from the outside, it’s great.”

The more CJ spoke, the happier Osh was that she came to her wife with this. If anyone could make her feel better, it would be CJ. “You think I’m a good mom?” She teared up at this. Her goals had changed throughout the years. She wanted to be a good ballet dancer, then a good lover, and now... now she was a good mother. It wasn’t for everyone, but it was for her. “I am a pretty good tattoo artist, huh?”

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cristinatheincredible​:

Already, Cristina was picturing how nice it would be to have her paintings hung in a gallery with her name below them. That was something no one but her could get credit for, even she knew that. The very idea of it was so exciting that it made her want to throw her arms around Liam and thank him over and over.

Thankfully, photographers didn’t linger around much except for the weekends or late at night, hoping to catch someone stumbling home from the club. Cristina by now was so used to them that she hardly noticed and seemed just as free and happy as usual once they were outside. All that mattered to her was her handsome date.

As he led Cristina to where he parked, he thought about what he was going to do in the future. Sure, this was a romantic first date-- nice and thoughtful-- but how would he top it if he got to take her out on another?

“Your chariot awaits.” he called out as they approached his car. It wasn’t too fancy or expensive, but he knew Cristina didn’t mind. She’d ridden in it before and never complained. “We’re going to go get dinner, and then... a surprise.” he teased, although it was still yet a surprise to him what they’d end up doing.

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cristinatheincredible​:

“I know. That’s why you’re making me your wife,” she teased, her lips brushing his with each word. Cristina got into her nightgown happily and climbed into bed. Even as she rested in the luxury sheets she had brought from her apartment to their new home, the excitement still had her wound up.

She could feel him staring even in the dim light of their room and it caused her to giggle. “I said go to bed,” she teased, opening her own eyes to look at him and his handsome face.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Joe whispered, although his resolve was weakened. “...I’ll only listen this time, okay?” he joked as he faded off to sleep.

The next morning he couldn’t stop himself. He got up early and started on breakfast before his girls got up-- waffles and fresh fruit. He started a pot of coffee for the grown ups and double checked that they had chocolate milk for Cass. Life was good. Nice and normal.

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“Let me help you to the shower.” (lita x ronni)

“I’m okay.” Ronni promised but a wince gave up her deception. So, she wasn’t exactly okay. She hadn’t seen the car that hit her and apparently they didn’t see her, either, because they kept going. But it was okay. Only a few broken ribs and a bloody nose-- hence the need for the shower. “Alright. Thanks. Thank you.” 

Honestly, where would she be without her girl?

[musingfms]

Dear John (2010) 

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@carterhotels​

“Hey, do you think I wasted my life?” It was a question Oceana had intended to keep to herself forever. Her fears, her failures... she never wanted to verbalize them or give them any credit. She never wanted to burden anyone else with it. But she knew CJ, and she knew CJ would never judge her or make her feel stupid.

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fourteenaway·:

“Well you just shouted that you tore her dress. I can only assume,” he grins a bit. Cary listens and groans softly, “She sounds like a real winner.” He sighs and says, “It could happen to anyone, even me. I mean you don’t have to worry about long dresses in ballet, they’re all short. Harmony wore a short dress to prom too both times I think. She’s a dancer so she’s got great legs it’d be a shame if she didn’t show them. Joey and I just took turns dancing with her mostly. Then I danced with a few other girls who asked. Stacey Kimball was really terrible. She was the most popular girl in school, was an actress, she was only okay if you ask me,” he shrugs, “She loved doing a Cockney accent, it was really annoying. She was always trying to cozy up to me, and Joey too. I think Joey actually slept with her cause if he could why not, but even he wasn’t interested in keeping her around. She  just kept pulling me closer, it was less like dancing and more like wrestling with a python,” Cary recalls. 

Cary scoffs and says, “Babe, we’re not going to be dancing ballet. You think I just go out to regular dancing places and start pirouetting or something? That’d be so embarassing. I can dance like a normal person too you know? I mean a normal person but better, but like normal dancing,” he insists with a laugh. 

Brando listened as Cary recounted his prom stories. The most surprising part of all of it was that Cary had time to go to the prom. For some reason, Brando pictured him as always being locked away in a room with a ballet bar practicing his moves. Clearly he was misguided. “Stacey Kimball can choke. Only I can wrestle you now.” he insisted. He wasn’t even ashamed. Now that Cary knew about Jenny, there was no going back for them. He was going to be himself-- no matter how weird that was.

“You keep saying you’re better than everyone else and I want you to know that even though you’re right, I don’t like that you know it.” he joked. Truthfully, Brando was a big supporter of knowing your strengths and flaunting them. “But okay. Don’t you have to be careful or something? In case you get injured trying to hiphop dance with me?”

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cristinatheincredible​:

One of the most important things about their relationship to Cristina was their honesty with one another. Before Joe, she had gone through her life in fraudulent relationship after fraudulent relationship, even though she knew long before that he was the one she wanted. That’s why she felt so much better now that they were actually allowing themselves to discuss their insecurities.

“Yeah, that’s because this big, dumb biker is my soulmate,” she teased, leaning up to peck his lips softly. “Now, we’ve had an eventful night and we’re gonna have a busy weekend with Cass, we’re gonna need the rest.”

“You’re right. You usually are.” he admitted as he kissed her once more. He stood to change and allowed himself to think about all the fun they were going to have in their lives that suddenly felt like they were just beginning.

Before long he was in bed with his arms wrapped around her, eyelids batting open and shut as he fought sleep so he could stare at her just a little longer.

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open to: anyone

“It used to matter. It used to matter a lot.” Oceana simultaneously loved and hated talking about what her life once was. She wasn’t just a ballerina. She was one of the best. She could have gone to school in England to train. “Then... it stopped mattering.” An oversimplification. The truth was, she fell in love with parties and musicians-- the call of the road became too strong and she left home for all the wrong reasons. The final blow of her career was the birth of her daughter. She couldn’t go back after that.

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@fourteenaway and Cary woke Oceana up so I’m going to be making an open for her now thanks.

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a list of don’t sentence starters :

❝ don’t you dare touch him/her. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

❝ i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. ❞

❝ don’t say that to me, [NAME]. not you, of all people. ❞

❝ what i don’t understand is how you can be so nonchalant in this situation. ❞

❝ please don’t make me go. ❞

❝ i don’t want to leave yet. ❞

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

❝ don’t you love me anymore ? ❞

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞

❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, don’t forget about me. ❞

❝ don’t say that you love me. ❞

❝ how can i live with myself if i don’t at least try to save you ? ❞

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞

❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to happen to you. ❞

❝ please don’t miss me once i’m gone. ❞

❝ don’t go breaking my heart. ❞

❝ i don’t think anyone could love you the way i do. ❞

❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞

❝ i don’t want to die. ❞

❝ now don’t assume that this suddenly means we’re friends. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to be with anyone else. ❞

❝ don’t touch that, it’s valuable ! ❞

❝ ’ just friends ’ don’t look at each other like that. ❞

❝ please don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

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hurt/comfort prompts.

THE COMFORTED

“Hey, look at me, it’s not that bad.”

“Stop pouting, I’ll be okay.” 

“That stings!” 

“I’m so tired of eating soup.” 

“”I thought the hospital was supposed to have jello.”

“This IV itches. When am I getting it out?” 

“When are you going to let me out of bed?” 

“I can walk just fine!” 

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, it’s just a scratch.” 

“I know you’re freaking out, but I’ve had worse.” 

“Ow. I missed you, too.”

“You’re squeezing me too tight. I can’t breathe.” 

“It feels worse than it looks- No, wait-”

“Hey, watch where you’re poking that thing!”

“I think I’m falling asleep.”

THE COMFORTER

"Stay with me. Just breathe.” 

“Will you just sit still?”

“You need to drink this.” 

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” 

“Let me help you to the shower.” 

“How’s the pain? Scale of one to ten?” 

“Oh god, you’re actually alive.” 

“You’re freezing.” 

“You really don’t need to be on your feet right now.” 

“You’re only going to make it worse by not resting.” 

“No, you can’t drink wine!” 

“I know you’re used to doing everything yourself, but I’m here now.”

“You’re not fine!” 

“Stop pretending that any of this is okay. It’s not.” 

“There’s.. so much blood.” 

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fourteenaway·:

Cary shrugs and says, “I didn’t expect you to be good at it. It’s kind of my thing anyways, right. Joey always says that anyone who dances with me almost looks like they have two left feet, even Harmony sometimes. But I’ll be getler with you cause Harmony’s sort of expected to keep up. This is just for fun,” he tries to assure him.

He nods when Brando orders for him only to come to pause, exchanging a weird look with the waiter.  He bites his lip and easily takes over and says, “Uh more wine please,” he nods at the waiter to send him off. He turns his eyes back to Brando and says, “Look Brando, you don’t have to dance with me. It’s fine. But at the very least I don’t have a dress for you step on. I have feet, I suppose, but I’m pretty sure they can handle it,” he offers. 

While the idea of Cary being gentle with him made him blush, he still had to approach what had just happened. Opening up about prom and Jenny Ridley and the dress incident wasn’t supposed to happen for another few dates-- or years. Years would also be good.

“How did you know that’s what happened?” Brando asked with a sad sigh. “It was senior prom and... no one else wanted to go with me. Jenny Ridley said that she would as long as I paid for dinner before.” And he did. “But we got on the dancefloor, I tried to spin her-- and I stepped on her dress. She yelled at me in front of everyone. Called me a desperate loser.” After another sigh, he spoke again. “...Anyway, just don’t yell at me if I step on your foot. And don’t use French words that I don’t understand because I’ll assume it means that tiptoe thing.”

[rob-pattinson]

OMARI HARDWICK “Army of the Dead” › 2021, dir. Zack Snyder