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HERE ME OUT!
With some acrylic paint here and there…
It’s obviously not the exact same! but you can imagine.
There’s no tie n the mustache is different, but still.
wait i'm so fucking mad. i'm thinking about the implications. THE IMPLICATIONS because if max jagerman was built different and simply did not fall down the stairs act 2 would be completely different. it would be a coming of age flick. grace chastity is pissed off and insanely horny. max declares the nerds are cool actually which makes his football friends look at him weird and prompts him to reevaluate his morals. peter and steph go on the most awkward date in a coffee shop that gets interrupted when a cop comes in to arrest some guy flirting with the barista for defacing the Musical Meteor monument at the starlight theater. ruth would find actualization through the barbecue monologues but she's still horny goddammit. richie simply wins in life and encourages max by listening to him monologue and saying "aw aw" occasionally which is apparently all the love and support max needs to become a Better Person. peter and steph goes on a second awkward date in a mall and are somehow oblivious to the brawl going on in the toy store. max becomes such a good person that grace chastity is no longer horny for him which actually makes her insanely pissed off, so she stages a brutal takeover and kills steph's dad before going mad with power. peter and steph go to homecoming together. richie makes max watch one piece. this is what we could have i'm so mad about it
ok i listened to ur cover of 21 and you low-key sound like clark ngl 0-0 (very well done)
Awww thanks!
Fic: A Thousand Eyes
So, after Smooth Criminal, I could not get the image of Santana and Sebastian dancing this out of my head. And I did the only thing I could do about it and made a fic of it.
The ballroom has a thousand eyes, staring through the dark, transfixed, stars through the stage-lights.
They feel most at home there, the two of them, and they only have eyes for each other.
There's a burning, a spark between them, snapping like electricity as they take hold, breath telling secrets in each other's ears, hands on waists, hips, shoulders, gripping flesh too hard too tight. Each kick, each flick, a twist of hair or fingers or a dress, the atmosphere building with the strings, the audience ductile beneath their dance.
Her nails trail down the side of his face, leaving a wake that doesn't fade, and his fingers grip her hip harder in return as their legs weave Arachne's fabric around each other, a twisted web and tangle of limbs and lies and lust. She arches into him, speaks something new, and he pushes her away, into the open wilderness of the stage.
They circle, a stand-off, and he can't help but look her over, reach out for her, begs for her to take his trust again. She's hesitant, rocks on her heels, but then he's got her in his arms and she's kicked out, a fresh wave of anger breaking over her. Back, safe, on the ground, she leans in, breathes close, tilts her head in, and bites down hard onto his neck.
His head tips back, he sighs, and this isn't meant to happen no, but she's got him close, intent to carry on. She'll make art from her own body, and he can only be moulded by her sculpture. It's her that controls the lines, the rent arches, closed doors.
The Prince of Darkness meets the Queen of the Night, and suddenly the room is alive, a battle of powers, two people trying to seduce another who remains frozen, their hearts refusing to melt from the fire.
The audience, they can only hold their breath.
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Gpoy. This is an image I am simultaneously grateful to you for and damning you to hell for. Just so you know. Hnnng.
I have a number of other images as well. But that one is overwhelming.
Though I have this weird angry-sensual where they're kinda doing a tango/paso thing together, because srs some of the moves in Smooth Criminal looked oddly tango-esque and just imagine them in hold doing this angry, passionate and utterly sexy Argentine Tango or something with him in a sharp suit and her in a tight dress, and they'd be touching each other and gripping close and tight but you could tell from their eyes, just see the fire, the burning they feel towards each other.
And that for me is so oddly hot and ugggggh WHY ALL THESE IMAGES
