#theater kids tap in
Text
sorry plasma is so fucking annoying i love her sorry
#slay gag diva gag#i watched her roscoes watch party and it was insufferable im obsessed with her being real life rachel berry#give that girl a gold star sticker#im usually so dawn coded insofar as being kind of a theater kid hater (daya doesn't count) but plasma is just. so much#so much that it circles back to being entertaining sorry#tap dances#i refuse to become a plane fan simply out of spite towards jessa polychromeedge the biggest plane fan ever
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
I have to tap dance for a show - I've never tapped before. Any resources would be greatly appreciated (a reblog so more people can help would be great)
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
I tried to screencap it but fucking Criterion channel won't let me but in Ken Russell's The Boyfriend, there's a bit where we see the actor's dressing room/mirror set up and one of the actors has a picture of Charles Laughton pinned up. WE STAN.
#this is also why my son tapped out 15 minutes into the film#he was like: you don't have to interact with theater kids every day like I do#and I was like: well I do on tumblr but that's by choice so FAIR ENOUGH#but it's the way that amateurish acting culture was portrayed in that film that sent him running#and explains why my mom and her friends were fucking obsessed with this play when I was a kid#The Boyfriend
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
ITS OPENING NIGHT YALL IM SHITTINF BRICKS 🥚😱😱😭🚨‼️‼️‼️🥚🥚🍳🍳🍳
#i’m a fucking tap dancing egg bitch#in my theater kid era rn#using my theater trauma to better write for my theater kid will fic tho !!!#something rotten#musical theater
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Give Your Child The Gift Of Music for A Fun And Creative Option For Young Performers
Are you looking for a fun and creative extracurricular activity for your child in NYC? Look no further than kids musical theater classes! These classes are a great way for young performers to learn the art of singing, acting, and dancing while having a blast with their peers. In this article, we will explore the benefits of kids musical theater classes, voice lessons in NYC, musical theater instruction, and tap training.
The Benefits of Kids Musical Theater Classes
1. Boost Confidence: Kids musical theater classes provide a supportive environment where children can build their confidence and self-esteem. Through performing on stage and working collaboratively with their classmates, children learn to express themselves and overcome stage fright.
2. Develop Creativity: Musical Theater allows kids to explore their creative side through singing, acting, and dancing. They learn to think outside the box, problem-solve, and think on their feet - skills that will benefit them both on and off the stage.
3. Improve Social Skills: Working with a group of peers towards a common goal in a musical theater production helps kids develop important social skills such as teamwork, communication, and empathy.
4. Enhance Performance Skills: Kids musical theater classes provide a great opportunity for children to hone their performance skills. They learn vocal techniques, acting methods, and dance moves from experienced instructors who are passionate about teaching.
Strengthening Vocal Skills:
Is your child interested in taking their singing to the next level? Voice lessons NYC are a fantastic way to improve vocal technique, range, and performance skills. Whether your child is a beginner or an experienced singer, voice lessons with a qualified instructor can help them reach their full potential.
Musical Theater Instruction - Learning the Art of Performance
Musical Theater NYC offers a comprehensive learning experience for young performers. From learning how to properly project their voice on stage to mastering intricate dance routines, kids will develop a wide range of skills that are essential for a successful career in musical theater.
Tap Training - Adding a New Dimension to Dance
Tap dancing is an essential skill for any musical theater performer. Kids who participate in Tap instructor/instruction in NYC will learn the art of creating rhythms and sounds with their feet, adding a unique dimension to their dance performances. Tap training is not only fun and challenging but also a great way to improve coordination and musicality.
In conclusion, kids musical theater classes, voice lessons in NYC, musical theater instruction, and tap training offer young performers a well-rounded education in the performing arts. These classes provide numerous benefits, from boosting confidence and creativity to improving social skills and performance abilities. If your child has a passion for singing, acting, and dancing, consider enrolling them in a kids musical theater program today!
0 notes
Text
DogDay x Reader part 6
<;-----part 5, part 7----->
“Alright class listen up!” Miss Delight called out. The children settled down and listened to what she had to say. “As you know, our fall festival is approaching which means that it’s time to start our yearly fall theater show! Normally each group would perform separately but this time my sisters and I have decided to combine everyone together! I’m proud to say that this year we will be doing; drum roll please!” Everybody's hands started tapping on the desk for the drumroll. Me and DogDay also joined in with the children. “Beauty and The Beast!”
Some kids were ecstatic while others groaned in annoyance. I liked Beauty and The Beast. “Tryouts will start around 5 o’clock. Those who wish to be a part of it please come up to my desk to receive the tryout scripts. And to those who do not wish to be a part of the show will be assigned as the stage crew.” Most of the children got up and went over to Miss Delights desk while a few stayed in their seats. Damian got up to get a script. “Our script is usually handed to us right before auditions start.” DogDay whispered to me. “Huh? ‘Our script?’ We have to audition also?” DogDay smiled and nodded. “Gives us a chance to interact with the other kids.” I wasn’t expecting this. DogDay pulled me into him before saying, “I have full faith in you Angel, who knows you might get the lead!” “Haha....woopie.”
---------------
The theater room was huge! From the outside it doesn’t look like this room even existed. Me and DogDay walked in together and this was the first time that I’ve seen all the Smiling Critters. “Hi DogDay!” “Hiya BB!” DogDay walked over to the group, and I followed behind him. “Oh? And who’s this?” The way Bobby Bearhug spoke sounded like she was not at all interested in knowing who I was but asked anyways. DogDay scooted me into him and held onto my shoulder. “This is my helper, Angel!” His tail wagged while talking about me. I smiled nervously at all the Smiling Critters; except for KickenChicken. I just rolled my eyes at him.
Miss Delight came up to us and split the helpers and the Smiling Critters apart. I took a seat next to Sarah since she’s the only one I’ve really talked to. It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to anyone since she put in headphones. I looked over to the Smiling Critters and saw that Bobby was just chatting away with DogDay. In the shadows I spotted CatNap. I tilted my head in confusion; weren’t they all supposed to be friends? I got up from my seat and started walking towards him. My heart was beating faster, and my palms got sweaty.
“Hey CatNap.” I said nervously. It took ten seconds before he finally spoke. “Friend.” So creepy. I cleared my throat to talk but he beat me too it. “Sorry.” Woah, he apologized. “Wanted to apologize sooner.... but was kept away.” Kept away? “Oh that’s okay. What do you mean you were kept away?” He just stared at me again. “Doctors.” I was gonna press on but a voice from behind me caught me off guard. “Oh Y/N! It’s almost time for you to go on!” I turned around and saw that it was Miss Delight. “O-okay, coming!” I turned back around, and CatNap vanished once again.
---------------
Two hours passed and soon everyone in Playcare auditioned. Miss Delight and her sisters all went backstage to select the cast while everyone else sat in the seats waiting for the verdict. I spotted Damian and made my way over to him. “Hey kiddo.” “Hey Miss Y/N.” I took a seat next to him and smiled. “So do you think you’ll get a part?” He asked me. I chuckled before saying, “Nah. I mean I did do theater back in high school, but it’s been a while.” It would be interesting if I got casted. In high school, I never got the lead due to being a nervous wreck. “How about you?” Damian looked proud and sat up straight. “Oh yes, I’m hoping I get cast at the candle man. He’s my favorite.” “I’m hoping you’ll get the part.” I ruffled his hair and then got up and looked for DogDay.
It wasn’t hard to spot him since he was the second tallest one here, CatNap being the first. As I started walking over to him he spotted me and waved me over to him. “Over here Angel!” I couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him. He held out his paw for my hand and once I took it he pulled me into a hug. “I missed you Angel.” “I always looked over to you and waved.” I laughed and returned the hug. “Yes, but I would’ve rather had you sit next to me Angel.” My cheeks felt warm. Thankfully, the theatre room wasn’t lit up well so he couldn’t see. “Oh DogDay~” We both turned and saw that it was Bobby calling out for DogDay. “Y/N shouldn’t you be with the other helpers and not over here with DogDay?” Okay rude. “She’s allowed to be over here with me, she’s my helper.” DogDay said. I could see Bobbys’ eye twitch before saying, “Oh of course! Anyways DogDay; do you think I got the lead?” I pulled away from DogDay so that he could face her. While he spoke he held onto my hand. “No doubt in my mind that you auditioned well BB, but I think Angel here did pretty good as well.”
Another eye twitch from Bobby. “Well seeing how I always get the lead I’m fully confident.” The lights suddenly flashed on, and everyone's attention went to the stage. Miss Delight stood there with her sisters. “Okay everyone! We are about to announce our cast if you could quiet down and take your seats!” Everyone started to take their seats. I was about to sit next to DogDay when Bobby beat me to it. I then tried the other seat next to him, but then KickenChicken sat there. “Hey Angel.” He spoke out while grinning. I was gonna leave and sit somewhere else, but DogDay grabbed onto me and placed me on his lap. “You don’t mind sitting like this do you Angel?” “N-nope! Not at all haha...” I could feel Bobby glaring daggers at me.
Miss Delight started calling names and Damian got cast as Lumière. He walked onto the stage and me and DogDay cheered him on like proud parents. She then called out the rest of the cast: Miss Delight would play Mrs. Pots, Chip would be played by Todd; a kid from my group, Babette was played by Miley; a girl from CraftyCorns group, Wardrobe was played by Emily who was KickenChickens helper, PickyPiggy would be The Enchantress and Bubba Bubbaphant would be Maurice. “And now for our final four!”
“Lefou will be played by Hoppy Hopscotch!” “Woo yeah!” Hoppy jumped up and walked over to the stage. DogDay clapped for his friends. “Next up we have Gaston who will be played by... KickenChicken!” “Radical!” KickenChicken got up and made his way up onto the stage. “And now the role of The Beast will be played by- drum roll please!” The sound of everyone hitting their legs echoed through the room. “DogDay!” All eyes turned towards the back of the theater where DogDay was. “Really? Wow!” I got up and hugged DogDay excitedly. “Congrats DogDay!” “Thank you Angel!” “Congratulations DogDay~” Bobby said while removing one of DogDays paws off me. “You and I will be great together.” DogDay pulled his paw away and said, “They haven't announced who Belle would be played by so it might not be you BB.” He said that so cheerfully while making his way up to the stage that I almost laughed.
I took a seat and Bobby glared at me before saying, “It’s pretty obvious that I’ll get the lead, I get it every time when we do it in our groups.” She sounded so cocky while she spoke. I didn’t say anything and just looked ahead at the stage. DogDay gave Damian a high five and also ruffled the top of his head. “Now ladies and gentlemen the moment you’ve all been waiting for; Belle will be played by-” “ME!” Bobby stood up proudly. “Miss Y/N!” Everyone in the audience gasped. I guess they all were expecting it to be Bobby. A spotlight shun down on me and I sunk into my seat. “Woo yay Angel!” “Way to go Miss Y/N!!” DogDay and Damian both cheered for me. I stood up and walked over to the stage with everyone else.
As I made my way up the audience started to cheer for me; I even saw Sarah give me a thumbs up. I stood on the stage with everyone else and Miss Delight spoke out. “Those of you who did not audition or did not get cast will oversee the set and props! I look forward to this year's fall theater show!” All the remaining children and helpers stood up and applauded while Bobby glared even more daggers at me. “This role was made for you Angel, you’re already quite a beauty.” He then winked at me and stuck his tongue out. This time I’m sure he saw me blushing. Damian ran up to both of us and pulled us into a hug. It almost seemed like a kid hugging his parents; it was a sweet moment.
A/N: Thank you for reading!!
#sinnersweets#poppy playtime#x reader#dogday#dogday x reader#poppy playtime chapter 3#kicken chicken#bobby bearhug#hoppy hopscotch#catnap
459 notes
·
View notes
Note
former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?
My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)
Masterlist
Request Something!
Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.
A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee
***
If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.
Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.
Regina <3
You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!
I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite
*Sent 1 Attachment*
Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it.
Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.
Instead, you texted her back.
You
OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!
I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol
Regina <3
I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot
Especially with this giant ass bouquet
You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.
You
I have to go, we’re gonna start soon
But I’ll be looking for you :))
You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.
Regina <3
YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING
BREAK A LEG <3333
DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO
THAT’D BE BAD
I LOVE YOU!!!
Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.
***
If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”
You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.
You pulled away, staring down at Jared.
“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.
“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage.
“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”
You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.
“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”
With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’
The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.
When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.
“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”
“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.
You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.
“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.
“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.
“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”
“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”
“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.
#agaypanic#regina george#regina george x reader#mean girls#mean girls x reader#rachel mcadams#rachel mcadams x reader#renee rapp#renee rapp x reader
453 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Challenge
The reader has a bit too much to drink and ends up making a deal she might regret...
Originally, it had started out as a good bit of fun.
The boys had just returned from a mission, broken down and bone tired but glad it was over. It was one of the more rough ones, where they lost more friends than anyone would have liked, but a success was a success.
To celebrate they went down to a nearby karaoke bar, and somehow they convinced you to come out with them, even though your specific skill set hadn’t been required on the mission.
You turned them down multiple times, stating that it was your self care night (to which they responded that having fun is self care) but really, who were you to deny the four men anything?
Which is how you found yourself standing on a stage screaming the lyrics to “Sexy” from mean girls.
Quite honestly, you were doing a pretty damn good job, which was evident by the encouraging screams of both military personnel and civilians alike. the entire bar seemed to thrum with life as you sung and dance, and the task force just watched in awe.
maybe you had had a bit too much to drink.
Finally, after the song was over (and after a standing ovation) you stumbled back to the corner booth, laughing at the boy’s bewildered expressions.
“What, never heard me sing?” You asked, sliding into the booth with only a smidge less grace than you usually possessed.
“Well lass, i wasn’t under the impression you could sing,” Johnny fired back, smiling wildly. “was fuckin amazin’ kid!”
You smiled at him and ducked your head in a mock bow. “I took theaters in high school, it’s nothing special.”
All four heads snapped to you so quickly one of them had to have gotten whiplash.
“You. Took theater?” Price said, fixing you with a disbelieved look.
“Yes, captain. Yes i did.” You lean back in the booth, just now noticing that Ghost has draped his arm over your seat.
“Now this is gotta see,” Gaz said, laughing to himself.
“Oh- good luck finding anything. I got rid of all those photos years ago.” They all look at each other, before turning back to you.
“Is that a challenge?” You hear Ghost’s deep voice rumble, dangerously close to your ear.
“Yes…” you squeak out, not dairing to move away from him. “Actually, let’s make it just that. Whoever can find more than 10 photos of me before my junior year of high school wins.”
They all look at each other again, before Johnny speaks up. “Why tha’ year?”
You just shrug. “Changed schools then, looked like a completely different person.”
They all nod. “What do we get if we win?” Gaz questioned.
You took a moment to think it over, pretending to tap on your chin and everything. “I’ll do whatever you want for a day.”
Maybe you did have too much to drink.
Their eyes practically bug out of their heads, even Ghost looks shocked at the prize.
“Whatever… we want?” He questions, his eyes still wide. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“Mhm,” You say, nodding. “As long as it’s not a mission day or something, I have to do whatever you tell me to do for twenty-four hours. Kind of like an ‘I cant say no’ day.”
They all not hurriedly, quickly agreeing to the plan.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a deal!” You smile, downing the lasts of your drink.
(may be a series i have a few ideas for this)
My Masterlist
330 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hazel James Harrington is about three years old when Steve and Eddie realize she will be causing a very specific kind of problem.
The problem really stems from how goddamn sweet Hazel is, and how hard that makes it to say no to her.
It's a new problem for Steve and Eddie, because they'd never had any problem saying no to Moe and Robbie (the hard part was getting them to listen). Hazel, though, and her little face and big eyes and mop of blonde hair that surprised them all by turning curly just like her big sister Robbie’s, is their sweetest baby by a mile, almost never getting upset or throwing tantrums. All that combined makes it so hard to figure out how to refuse things, and Hazel’s a smart cookie, so she totally knows this.
And she totally uses it to her advantage.
All. The. Time.
When Hazel was three, she went through a phase where she absolutely refused to go to sleep.
One Friday night, when all three girls were finally in bed, Steve and Eddie retired to the couch to watch a movie on DVD that they’d wanted to see in theaters but couldn’t ever get around to because…children.
It was nearing ten o’clock at night and they were fifteen minutes into the movie and Steve had a glass of wine in hand when the one light they had left on so they weren’t sitting in total darkness suddenly switched off.
Steve let out a sigh.
“Who’s out of bed,” Eddie asks in a mock-accusatory voice.
Steve turns to look towards the kitchen and can just barely make out a Hazel-sized shadow making its way towards them.
“Hazel,” he groans, “It’s way past your bedtime.”
And then the little shit has the audacity to climb into his lap, footie pajamas and all because it’s January and freezing cold outside, and Steve is only human, and he loves his kids so much it hurts, so of course he’s pulling her into his arms for a snuggle.
“You forgot to turn off that light,” Hazel tells him, her little hands tapping against his shoulders, “and I forgot to tell you what I dreamed about.”
“Are these daydreams, my girl?” Eddie asks, eyeing Steve warily because he can obviously tell how close Steve is to caving and spending the rest of the night cuddling their littlest girl, “Because you haven’t been to sleep yet.”
“No, I had the dream last night,” she corrects.
“Ah, my mistake. Apologies.”
Needless to say, Steve and Eddie put a pause on the movie to hear about Hazel’s dreams.
Another time, the whole family was heading into Boston for a Red Sox game, and they were running really late.
“Okay, who’re we waiting on?” Steve asked.
“I don’t have eyes on Hazel,” Eddie replied, mid-way through corralling Moe and Robbie to the car.
Steve found Hazel in her room, still in her pajamas, looking up at her closet.
“What’s the hold-up, hon?” he asked.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” she told him.
Steve’s eyebrows flew up, because between Eddie’s inability to shake his love for buying clothes for their kids and years of hand-me-downs from Moe and Robbie, Hazel’s closet was packed.
“You’ve got plenty to wear,” he replied.
“I just…” Hazel shrugged up her little shoulders as she looked back up at her closet, “I’m just not the right person for these clothes.”
“Okay?”
“It’s about how you feel in the clothes,” she continued.
Steve narrowed his eyes, silently running through his mental rolodex in search for whoever she might have learned that one from.
(He suspected Robin).
“Okay, baby, no matter what, you cannot say that to Daddy.”
“But I like talking to Daddy.”
#hazel is how steve would have turned out if his parents had actually loved him#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson#late post = long post ig
242 notes
·
View notes
Text
Steve sits in his car, parked outside of the Hawkins High theater room as he waits for his begrudgingly favorite group of gremlins to come spilling out of the building and pile into his backseat (and argue about the front seat too) so he can drive them home after their Dorks & Doofuses, or whatever it's called, club.
It, technically, ends at six, but it usually takes them a while to pack up all their shit (and who knew a nerd game could have more equipment than most sports?). Plus they love to linger after to try and weasel hints about future sessions out of their Nerd King or whatever he's called and start strategizing for next time. Steve always tells them not to dawdle, they've got curfews and he's got parents to keep happy, but they never listen.
He glances down at his watch right as the little hands ticks past the three. Any minute now. At least that's what he hopes, anyways.
ABBA's playing through the tape deck, and Steve absentmindedly taps along as the opening bars of Gimme Gimme Gimme fill the car. He hums the tune through the first verse and turns it up just as it starts to gear up for the chorus.
And then, as if on cue, right as that chorus hits, right as Agnetha and Anni-Frid start to ask for their man after midnight, the doors of the theater room go flying open.
And out walks — nay, saunters — the prettiest boy that Steve has ever laid eyes on. Dressed in a tantalizing mix of leather and denim, he's got his head thrown back in a bright, beautiful laugh (loud enough to hear even over the music, and jesus, it sounds even better than the song), his long, wild curls fanning out around his face and shoulders, and the most gorgeous, easy smile pulling at his mouth and baring all of his teeth.
There's not a soul out there, ABBA sings, no one to hear my prayer.
But boy oh boy are they wrong. Steve didn't send out any prayers, but there sure as shit is a soul out there. Traipsing through the Hawkins High parking lot like he owns the place, throwing his arms and hands around in erratic, enthusiastic gestures, walking backwards towards a beat up old van in the back.
And Steve can't look away.
It's almost embarrassing how caught up he gets in staring at this boy, because he doesn't even register the kids trailing out behind him, or how they've finally made it to his car until the doors are wrenched open none too carefully and their raucous bickering bursts through the bubble.
Dustin slides into the front seat and slams the door behind him, and Steve's attention is momentarily stolen from the pretty boy as he slips into the familiar song and dance that is chastising Dustin for his lack of respect for Steve's things and volleying back at the snarky remarks he gets in return.
"Later dweebs!" Interrupts a smooth, lilting voice from outside and every pair of eyes in the car (including Steve's, especially Steve's) snap towards the source. The pretty boy stands in the open door of his van with a broad smirk and a hand stuck up in a sedentary wave.
The kids all chorus their goodbyes and wave back, and Steve — ingloriously, embarrassingly, mortifyingly — gives a wave of his own.
The pretty boy notices, because of course he does, and his grin sharpens. He adds an extra flutter of his fingertips as he meets Steve's eyes directly.
Steve flushes all the way up to his roots and immediately tears his gaze away, drops his hand to the wheel, and clears his throat. "Alright," he says, sounding a bit pinched. "Buckle up shitheads," he adds and hopes that none of the excruciatingly nosy children in his car noticed any of that.
He doesn't even know how to begin explaining any of that to the kids. He doesn't even know how to being explaining any of this to himself.
Steve waits for the sound of three distinct clicks, then shifts the car into drive and eases off of the break. As he heads towards the parking lot exit, Steve spares one last fleeting glance to the pretty boy getting smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror.
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight, take me through the darkness to the break of the day.
The song — which Steve is absolutely going to have stuck in his head for days now, just like a certain boy that will absolutely be stuck in his head for days (and weeks, and months, and—) — fades to it's end, but this? This is only just the beginning.
This is the beginning of Steve Harrington's big huge crush on one Eddie Munson.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#mack writes#listen one day i had the VERY DISTINCT image of eddie getting a Hot Girl Entrance to gimme gimme gimme by abba#while steve watches on and has his WHOLE ENTIRE BRAIN REWIRED AS A RESULT#and i just had to give it to him i just HAD to#call this Moments Before Big Bisexual Disaster™️#macks ficlets
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
part two of jason todd head cannons or thoughts i have about dating him!!!
(scroll down for a little message from me☺️☺️☺️)
he is a theater kid i have always thought that and i’m so glad people are starting to think that
loves kissing your neck like you could be making dinner working on your laptop and he will come up behind you and his hands on your waist and just start kissing your neck and then start asking about your day i just know he makes you blush and he enjoys that
y’all have a personal book club and every month you read each other books you picked out and y’all talk about the books and have like cookies and tea maybe ( i personally only started reading jane austen for jason and i ended up loving her books so i have him to thank for getting me started reading her books)
jason gives me ravenclaw or slytherin vibes more ravenclaw i can’t decide yet
definitely keeps in mind of things you like and i’m not just talking about like your food or drink choices i mean everything a certain blanket you sleep with he will get it for you if you fall asleep on the couch your jewelry the ring you wear everyday suddenly your not wearing it he will ask where it is he knows you get headaches carry’s advil for you
he would most definitely get you a necklace with his initial on it “because i want to wear his initial around my neck not because he owns because he really knows me” if your a swiftie you will get this and it’s even better cause it’s the tiffany one that taylor has ( fun fact my mom has the tiffany necklace with my dads initial and it’s so cute)
shirtless jason we already talked about this but my god those abs they are quite literally the only thing i think about like imagine jason wakes up before you and lets you sleep in and you wake up and you wake up to him shirtless with grey sweatpants and your literally just like this 😮 like no matter how many times you have seen him shirtless he still gets you and he just smiles and finds it cute and you just get embarrassed before he tells you to come over and he moves you on his lap and just tells you how adorable you are and your all red and blushing
definitely loves physical touch it might have taken a while but once he gets comfortable he is kissing you and holding a 100%
if you’re like me who loves watching trashy reality tv like bravo,mtv, and tlc he might not get the hype but because he loves you he will watch it with you and i know he is secretly a vanderpump rules fan don’t even get me started
i also think that if you woke him up in like the middle of the night saying jay tapping he shoulder he would wake up thinking something is wrong but you are just looking at him with your gorgeous eyes saying you want a coke from the corner store he would sigh and get it for you because he loves you that much and would do anything for you and would come back with probably snacks because he knows you’re gonna want them and just smiles at you because he loves you and you give him the biggest kiss because he really didn’t need to wake up and get you this and i 100% think he would do this no matter how tired he is from patrol
also i would just like to thank every single one of you who have liked, rebloged my posts, or even commented i truly appreciate it and yall make me feel so loved and good about my shitty writing never did i think it would get over five likes so thank you so much!!
-gleason🎀🎀🎀🎀
#jason todd#red hood fluff#write more jason todd fluff please#jason todd imagine#jason todd thoughts#jason todd x reader#jason peter todd#jason todd soft#jason todd fluff#jason todd imagines#jason todd headcanon#red hood#redhood soft#gleason’s thoughts 🎀🫡
149 notes
·
View notes
Text
jellybeans (t.h)
tom holland x famous!reader
summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.
enjoy!
・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆
“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.
“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”
“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.
“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.
“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.
The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.
“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”
Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
“She’s always running late,” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. “I swear she was late on set every day during filming. Jon Watts started telling her filming started half an hour before it actually did so she wouldn’t miss her first scenes of the day.”
“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist.
“I’m serious mate.” Tom laughs along. “But I just got off the phone with her before and she swore she was just down the street-”
Tom cuts himself off as a roar of cheers and screams echoed from the crowds situated at the end of the carpet. He loses his train of thought and can’t hide the grin on his face as he cranes his neck, catching flashes of your red dress through the crowd. You catch his eye and make your way over, smiling and giving the journalist a little wave. Tom rests his hand gently on your lower back, pressing a feather-like kiss on your forehead, his way of saying hello in front of the cameras.
“Didn’t I tell you she’d be here?” he chuckles.
“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” gushes the journalist. “That shade of red looks incredible on you!”
You blush slightly, leaning into Tom’s side.
“Oh, thank you so much!” you say. “And the finishing touch of my outfit…” you reach one hand up and hook your hair behind your ear, revealing your earrings, each one a delicate silver spiderweb glinting in the camera flashes.
“I love it. And your purse is uh, an interesting choice…” the journalist trails off, taking in the small glossy Spider-Man themed purse in your left hand.
“Oh!” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s…unique, shall we say. Really, it’s here to serve a different purpose,” you lean in to whisper conspiratorially, unzipping it and flashing the purse full of multicolored sweets at the camera. “Movie snacks!”
“Damn, which lucky guy gets to sit next to you?” laughs the journalist.
“That would be me,” says Tom smugly, holding you tighter.
“Y/N! Tom!” calls your manager from across the carpet, tapping her watch and gesturing for you two to move on.
Tom keeps his arm around your waist the entire time as you both make your way along the carpet, stopping from time to time to pose for photos and chat with reporters. As you enter the theater, Tom suddenly yanks your wrist, pulling you into a dark corner secluded from the crowds by a giant poster advertising the movie.
“Tom!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”
He stands in front of you, wrapping both arms around you and leaning in.
“Have to say hello to my girlfriend properly,” he says, pressing his soft lips to yours.
You happily kiss him back, running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums and deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across your lower lip asking for entrance and you sigh, pulling back.
“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle.
He rolls his eyes slightly as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes filled with adoration.
“Hello,” he whispers.
“Hello,” you reply, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, simply basking in the moment.
“Tom? Y/N?” calls the slightly stressed voice of Harry. He peeks around the corner and rolls his eyes as he spots you both.
“God, really? I should’ve known you’d be hiding out somewhere sucking on each other’s faces,” he says, comically looking slightly green in the dim light. “They’re gonna start the premiere soon and everyone’s looking for you guys. Are you both decent? Presentable?”
Tom lightly cuffs his brother on the back of his head as he walks past, his other hand reaching behind his back to keep holding your hand. You hang back, knocking your shoulder into Harry’s.
“It’s a hard job you have Baz, keeping this one in line.”
He rolls his eyes yet again, closing the shutter of his camera as you both follow Tom into the theater and take your seats.
“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, quietly reaching into your purse to steal a handful of jellybeans.
・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆
tysm for reading, ily! reblogs and comments always make a writer's day <3
#tom holland x reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x actress!reader#tom holland x famous!reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland fic#tom holland fanfic#tom holland angst#tom holland smau#tom holland blurb#tom holland smut#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland imagine#tom holland x you#peter parker x y/n#nathan drake x reader#nathan drake#uncharted
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
Discover The Benefits Of Drama Classes For NYC Kids
Are you looking for a fun and engaging way to develop your child's creativity and confidence? Drama classes for NYC kids could be the perfect solution! In this article, we will explore the benefits of enrolling your child in musical theater, theater, and tap dance classes in the vibrant city of New York.
Why Choose Drama Classes for NYC Kids?
Drama Classes For NYC Kids offer a unique opportunity for children to express themselves creatively while building essential life skills. Through acting, singing, dancing, and storytelling, kids can develop their imagination, communication abilities, and self-confidence. In a city as diverse and culturally rich as New York, drama classes provide a platform for children to explore different art forms and connect with other like-minded young performers.
Benefits of Musical Theater for NYC Kids
Musical Theater For NYC Kids combines the disciplines of acting, singing, and dancing to create spectacular performances that entertain audiences of all ages. By participating in musical theater classes, NYC kids can enhance their vocal abilities, improve their stage presence, and learn valuable teamwork skills. From classic Broadway show tunes to contemporary hits, musical theater offers a dynamic and exciting way for children to showcase their talents and express their emotions through music and movement.
Elevating Creativity Through Theater Classes
Theater Classes For NYC Kids provide a structured environment for kids to develop their acting skills and explore diverse characters and stories. Through improvisation, script analysis, and ensemble work, young performers can hone their creativity, critical thinking, and emotional intelligence. In a city as culturally diverse as New York, theater classes encourage children to embrace different perspectives and think outside the box, fostering a sense of empathy and understanding for others.
Tapping into Talent with Tap Dance Classes in NYC
Tap dance is a rhythmic and dynamic form of dance that combines footwork, music, and expression. Tap Dance Classes NYC kids offer a fun and energetic way to improve coordination, musicality, and rhythm. By mastering intricate tap combinations and developing their own unique style, children can boost their confidence and showcase their talent on the dance floor. Whether your child is a beginner or an experienced dancer, tap dance classes provide a creative outlet to explore movement and music in a supportive and inclusive environment.
Enroll Your Child in Drama Classes Today
In conclusion, drama classes for NYC kids offer a wealth of benefits for children of all ages and skill levels. Whether your child dreams of performing on Broadway, expressing themselves through dance, or exploring the world of theater, enrolling them in drama classes can unlock their creative potential and build their confidence. So why wait? Sign up for musical theater, theater, or tap dance classes in the heart of New York City and watch your child shine on stage!
#Drama Classes For NYC Kids#Musical Theater For NYC Kids#Theater Classes For NYC Kids#Tap Dance Classes NYC
0 notes
Text
I've decided the perfect Stobin au is a psych au/fusion. I don't know if I'll ever clear my plate enough to write it so let me share some world building highlights I dreamt of last night:
Steve, with his people reading skills and his ADHD brain that holds on to strange bits of information forever, accidentally convinces the Hawkins police force that he's psychic.
Robin plays his (thematic) straight man. Trading off antics and helping to fill in the gaps in Steve's knowledge base/memory
This only even happens because the temp agency placed Robin at a separate job from Steve, tragic, and he had too much time on his hands to get a crush on the local dinner guy
The local dinner guy who gets framed for a crime he didn't commit, and when Steve goes in just to provide a character witness he gets accused of being an accomplice. Somehow between this point and being released Steve convinces them he's psychic -- it's important to note even Steve is unclear on how this happens
When Robin finds out Steve has already decided they can solve this. And self employment is pretty much the only way to make sure they can work together forever and no one can separate them
Through the power of gossip, audacity, and actually doing some investigative work. Stobin do of course solve the crime
More general lore thoughts: this is an aged up au so that Steve wouldn't have to have a strained tough love relationship with his dad ala actual psych sure you could use Hopper in place of Henry but I think it's more fun to shove a newly graduated Dustin into just some kind of generic science lab. Who needs a dad for advice when you have six kids?
Every eligible lady in Hawkins is obsessed with Robin and her private eye drip, can an au that doesn't exist have a running gag?
Most crucially, regardless of any boy or girl crushes, this is an au about stobin getting into antics. Steve tapping in to his inner theater kid while Robin nods sagely in the back. Robin asking the most uncomfortable question a person has ever asked another human while Steve smiles and gaslights them into believing its acceptable. Steve and Robin paying themselves to hang out all day and yeah maybe along the way they solve a murder if they're up to it, who knows they've got a lot planned
#stobin#platonic stobin#steve and robin#i apologize for spamming the tags cause this is mostly for my own sorting#i really maybe will write this one day#but if not it is fair game#also if it already exists please send it to me
257 notes
·
View notes
Text
just left a broadway show, currently thinking about how jason is canonically a theater kid. thinking about christmas in new york with jason!! jerseys only one state over so you take a few trains into the city, landing in times square to see a musical. you get candy from the concessions stand, and he tears the corner off the pack of m&m’s and pours some in your hand before funneling a bunch into his own mouth and thumbing through the playbill. the lights go down and he reminds you to silence your phone, you have to hold back a smile over how eager he is to watch the show. as the musical goes on you occasionally turn your head, directing your attention to his mannerisms. the way he taps his foot during the more upbeat parts and watches intently during parts with more plot. you can’t help but smile at how much less intimidating he is in the presence of show-tunes. when the play is over he stands up giving the cast a round of applause before the two of you head out. the frigid new york air turns your breaths white, and you snuggle up to him, pressing a kiss into the arm of his thick puffer jacket.
“where to next?”
#wrote this in the uber on the way to dinner#and the entire thing got deleted so i had to rewrite it AT dinner#anyways jason is definitely a wicked stan#he kins elphaba#i don’t make the rules#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd fluff#jason todd i’ll love you forever
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
Falling in love with Wally Clark Would Include:
A/N: Currently working on another story, but I thought I’d put this up in the mean time. Set in the “What’s three years in eyes of eternity” universe <3
Rated T for drug use and cursing.
So falling in with Wally would include:
• Totally not being prepared to fall in love. So it takes you at least five years to even realize you have a crush… admitting it to no one.
•He fell first, but you fell harder.
• Constantly reminding the others that you and Wally are just friends, who of course platonically cuddle.
• Wally is in fact the best cuddler, it usually consists of you sitting on his lap and him wrapping his arms around you. You constantly insist that you’re too heavy and he laughs in your face.
•Holding hands wherever you go. You’re a hand holder, and Wally never gives up the opportunity to show you physical affection. If anyone says anything you let go and blush pretending not to notice. Wally then proceeds to get mad at them for bringing it up, since it means you stop for a few days.
• Trying to find the most clever insults for each other.
“Who do you think you are, Ferris Bueller?”
“Am I supposed to know who that is?”
• Using “He’s my shithead” as a justifiable response when Rhonda tries to tease you about the relationship.
• Every few weeks feeling guilty about insulting him too much and rambling about being a bad friend. Which of course always ends in hugs.
•You two do pretty much everything together from golf cart joy riding to playing mermaids in the pool.
•One time he tried to teach you how play football…it didn’t end well. He of course is the ultimate hype man, but you don’t really understand why you need exercise in the afterlife.
•In return you try to teach him how to tap dance, that is in fact wayyyy more fun. Mina might not be thrilled that you’re making so much noise in the theater, but she just had to get over it.
•In fact you invited the whole support group to watch his one man recital. He was a good sport about it, but nobody could stop laughing.
• He’s a good sport about most things, and is always happy to tag along with whatever you and Charlie are up to for the day, even if it’s not exactly what he’d want to do. That typically means spying in the men’s locker room.
•But when you aren’t together you catch yourself observing him from across the way. One time he caught you watching him run laps on the football field, your blush didn’t go away for weeks. To be fair though it was probably from his constant teasing;
“Hey stalker”
“So who we stalking today kid?”
“It’s okay, I know it’s because I’m irresistible”
• For some reason you aren’t bothered by the fact that he will forever smell like B.O. probably since you will always smell like sunscreen. In fact you almost forget until of course you remember, usually while stoned in the janitors closet.
“Babe, you smell baaaaaaaaaaaddddd.”
• But he doesn’t really care that you’re making fun of him because he loves your laugh, it’s his favorite part of you, even if you hate it. But then again, he pretty much loves every part of you.
•You too love every little thing about him… not that you’ll ever admit it.
277 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
teamsparkymosquito
Fan Of All Things Fat
angelxteeth
Alone at the edge of the universe, humming a tune
aegis-17
The (Aegis)Æ-17
usaguigolden
UsaguiGolden