#admiration

rkchoutzuyu‌:     

Tzuyu looks at the extended hand and though she knows exactly what the other girt expects of her, when she takes Jungeun’s  hand in hers, she just keeps it there. Tzuyu offers a wide smile and looks at the both of them, in the mirror before letting go of the girl’s hand, “Nice to meet you. I’ve gone here for years but it never fails to teach me something so I’m still a student.” She says happily. “So, I guess you’re teaching us something new today. I bet your mom thinks you’re really good if she’s sent you to help us learn.” There was a bit of flattery in there but it was unintentional as Tzuyu truly believed that they’d be sent the best of the best-in her mind, Jungeun’s mother must think very highly of her, it was a nice thought to have.

She wasn’t the best at expressing what she means so instead she left it at that. The room was filling but the instructor was still not present and so the other’s mingled-as Tzuyu was with Jungeun. “Are you an instructor too? Or is dancing for fun?” she asks, not considering that she might be badgering who she was considering the new girl. The social awareness in her head was almost none-existent, allowing her to randomly befriend people in this matter. As it turned out it was more fun than people thought.

the blonde nods as she listens to the other girl speak. she’s heard of the whole you will never stop learning attitude but she was never one to believe in it. a lifelong student isn’t something jungeun would use to describe herself but like with every other thing, her values seemed to change when it came to dancing. she would neverget tired of learning new styles or techniques. its one of the reasons why she can neverbelieve she’s a master or guru of dancing. how could she be? surely, there was always something new for her to dance to. 

she’s taken aback when the other girl raises the possibility of jungeun teachingthe lesson. “oh, no,”jungeun holds up her hands and shakes her head. she must admit, she’s touched at the sentiment. she wonders if her ego is really large enough to lieand claim that she had a role in instructing the day’s class. she concludes that it isn’t ( surprisingly ). “i’m afraid i’m not at thatlevel yet. i’m not an instructor but my mom just recommended that i’d take this class—learn a thing or two. its a hip-hop lesson, right?” jungeun decides to pause to end her near-ramble. “so, to answer your question, i’m dancing for fun.” 

rkchoutzuyu‌:

Starter for @jungeunxrk​

For years and years Tzuyu had been going to the same dance school. She knew most of everyone that attended the lessons and the teachers and students that had come and gone. She was happy with the spot she had in it as she was now almost as old as some of the teachers had been when she initially joined-maybe at some point it would be her turn to be an instructor or maybe she’d be a teacher somewhere else as she hadn’t learned every type of dancing, there was still much she didn’t know and could learn from others.

That being said, two things were different for her lesson that day. It would be hip hop and they had brought someone from another school to learn a choreography with her class. Maybe the girl that was present was better than them. Maybe she was going to help them learn. Tzuyu was happy to learn from other’s and was therefore ready to see what awaited her. She could also never keep herself from speaking. So, before the class began, she went over to the girl she’d never seen before and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m chou Tzuyu. Nice to meet you. Are you new?” she asked to be safe, though she was sure the instructor had mentioned someone visiting from another dance school.

dance moms have a reputation of being toopassionate about their child’s career as a dancer. jungeun’s mother was no exception. if anything, her dance mom tendencies were amplified, making her into some ultimate form dance mom. ah, the perks of having a mom who owned a studio. as a result, jungeun was made into some sort of ambassador for her mother’s studio, having to visit other studios and schools from time to time. jungeun wasn’t sure if this was some business strategy or if her mother wanted her to diversity. she didn’t care. she just wanted to dance. 

change in environment was always welcomed by jungeun—especially if it involved a choreographer she admired. she heard about the studio she was in a couple of times before, so she didn’t feel too out of place. except for her blonde hair, which has become some sort of identifier for her. jungeun turns when she hears a girl introduce herself to her. “kim jungeun,” she extends a hand for a shake, something she’s grown accustomed to during her time in america. “i guess i am. my mom told me to go here today,” she pauses, suddenly feeling like a child after explaining her origin. “i mean, she advisedme to. the class sounds like it’ll be fun. how about you? are you a student here?”      

“To see her is a Picture—
To hear her is a Tune—
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June—
To know her not—Affliction—
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”

“To see her is a Picture—,” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson — ed. Thomas H. Johnson

I want somebody that looks at me the way Spike looks at Buffy. Eyes full of love and admiration, the adorable head tilt he does every time he sees a different side of her. He adores her. ❤

Alpha studs Joey Sullivan and Jake Daniel enjoying each other’s muscles

I’d worship this sexy muscle god so good

Dear *****,

We are literary soulmates.

I don’t know you, and I know I never will. It goes both ways — you don’t know me either.

And I’m not a poet, I don’t write songs, but I am a writer. And when I read your words, I feel we are so connected in the way we feel. You’ve laid your emotions out there, so you can’t blame someone for taking them and holding them and relating to them. And not in a creepy, obsessive way; when you find someone in the world who thinks, feels, and expresses the same way you do, well, I think that’s something — notable, at the least.

You’re so raw. Well so am I.

And then you put your music to it, and it’s — unbelievable. That feels like a cheap word, but it’s all I can say. (Guess I’m a shit writer.)

Unfathomable how someone could be so purely talented to take art and throw it out to other people in multiple mediums to consume; that is more than someone like me could ever expect or hope to do.

But I’m just.. a fan. An admirer. You move me, inspire so many, and you know it. And you’re not cocky. It makes it so much better — simultaneously so unreal. I want to know your faults, your flaws, just to bring you back to this mundane, earthly level.

So I pose this random question to you, that you will never see: how do you help an addict? I think you’ve known at least one closely and have done it. Fuck it, I know you have; it’d be pretty hard to deny. Sucks being in the public eye, right? I’d think so. But… how do you aid someone who’s so low? How’d you lift them up? Cause, fuck, I need that. Someone amazing to help. Where does a lonely loser like me even begin to look?

Final note — you are gorgeous. People accuse me for liking you for your looks, but if you read my words above, I think you’ll see that’s not true. It doesn’t change the fact that you are just— ugh. Talented, inspirational, and stupidly attractive. Fuck you.

Signed, just a fan. An insane fan that you’ll never know; lord knows you’re stuffed to the brim with them, and at what point do you ever reach annoyance? Or just bland apathy.

Let me try that again.

— Just a fan.

Yeah, that’s probably enough.

To grow a garden full of flowers and plants, and then sit in it and admire the wonderful things you helped grow.   – Guest Submission

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moonieisa:

the urge to view ur friends from a 3rd person pov when they r doing something mundane & realizing again n again how beautiful they r and then overflowing with love for them