#tosses

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

data tosses tasha

[theronanlynchshow]

question for all my color guard moots

what is your favorite toss? could be on flag, rifle, sabre, or one for each.

mine are

flag: double magic 45

rifle: jesus toss or quad

sabre: jesus toss (shh it’s the only sabre toss i know, our guard doesn’t have a sabre line)

[aldamiriel-necrococo]

Reading “I, Strahd” and am absolutely *obsessed* with this man’s commitment to avoiding social interactions

[between-two-fandoms]

If I posted a video of me doing flag choreography to The Amazing Devil songs would anyone watch it?

Shout out to The Anxious Feral Otter Squad group chat for being amazingly supportive of this idea.

[spin-toss-sleep-repeat]

Butt Toss

You start this intermediate toss at a left flat. Your right hand is at the tab. Left hand stripped the flag up to the top butt. You start a throw away. After your arm is outstretched, you dip the flag behind you and rotate it until it's back to completely outstretched. Then you dip the flag in front of you. When it is near your chest (pole pointed up), you bring your right arm up, bent at the elbow. Your hand is open and palm up and you put the pole between your thumb and index finger. From here, you roll the pole into your right hand and let go with your left. As you're grabbing it, you bring your right hand down and back up, making a J in the air. When your right hand is slightly above your head, you let go. You catch this toss at either a right slam or with the silk pointed straight down.

[goddesstrolls-archive]

> You don’t like being out in the open like this. At least the cold doesn’t bother you.

> You’re kind of in a hurry to find some cover, and you don’t realize that there’s a reason this area is so flat.

> Until you hear a distinct crack beneath you, and freeze in place.

> Slowly, you dare to shift your foot and look beneath it- Confirming that is indeed ice beneath you. How long have you been walking on it?

> Shit.

[outofcalms-archived]

𝐿𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑓

     When looking back on all the decisions made thus far, she couldn’t help but to be angry  with herself—disappointed. How easily she’d fallen back into old habits. All the voices filling the space around them; and not a single one directed toward herself. They spoke at   her and not to  her.

     How many have suffered in the time wasted?

     A great deal more than those already lost to them. Their friends and family. Numerous requests for her to perform—to see that the souls found their way. There were others capable and up to the task, yet it was she for whom they opted. But if the people knew the truth? The things she kept locked away in secrecy…

     She could stop dancing if she so chose. The redundancy of it, having risen above the need to do so, would undoubtedly inflict more inquiries upon herself; ones that she couldn’t supply the answers to, and thus, leaving them to flounder in a sea of uncertainty. So...she does what comes naturally: agrees to give the people what they want.

     People die.

                The High Summoner dances.

 And the cycle once believed to be broken continues to perpetuate.

      Only this time, she dances alone.

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