magic_fratboy: (emote - aww shucks...)
NOTE: Week two of Tommy's Dancing with the Stars craziness! This week, he performed this jive, give or take a few differences. Tommy did it better, and he didn't mess with her legs nearly as much. ;p Ziyah is [ profile] zee_ali, and Stephanie is, again, [ profile] effiecat.

Shit, we bombed.

That was Tommy’s first thought as he came off the dance floor with Stephanie’s hand in his, pulling her back against his chest to face the judges with his heart hammering and his breath coming in short, panicked gasps that had nothing to do with the exertion of dancing.

We bombed. I bombed. Holy crap, I’m going home…

“…okay, I *think* we’ll be able to hear from the judges. Tommy, maybe you can get some control here!...”

Once again, the audience was screaming, and he had no idea what to do with it. He was flushed with the dance, enough to hide his mortification over all the things he’d done wrong. It was almost a relief to take back the role he knew so well, to step away from Stephanie and spread his hands to the audience, addressing them like an old friend.

“Heyyyyy, come on! We gotta hear my scores sometime, no matter how bad they are!!”

And now, to Bruno... )
magic_fratboy: (effie - dancing fools)
NOTE: Fic for DWTS tiems! Bee and Effie are [ profile] deep_red_bells and [ profile] effiecat respectively, and both snatched with great love to the most righteous mun of WIN. :P Tommy's routine last night was this one.

There was an irrational moment, after the music faded and he knelt there, hovering just over Effie, that he was sure the crowd was booing him off the fucking dance floor. It took a minute to realize it was his own blood roaring in his ears, and beyond that was the thin, tinny sound of an audience going completely insane.

“Oh my God, I think we broke them.”

Tommy laughed at Effie’s giggling, finally rising and helping her to her feet. Relief, more fear, and pure gratitude flooded him in a rush so intense he couldn’t contain it…so he didn’t.

With a roar of triumph, he pumped his fist into the air and abruptly swept Stephanie into his arms in a huge hug, then released her and moved across the dance floor to the sound of more cheering as he found Bee up front and wrapped her in a hug.

“Did you see that? I didn’t fall down, did you fucking see that?!”

“Yes, go! Len’s gonna bust something, you big dork!” )
magic_fratboy: (emote - crashed out with kitty)
I'm a dizzy motherfucker. Literally. I don't spin this much on the rotating Metamorphosis box in the show.

And to top it all off? May is dancing in the middle of the living room, which means spinning in circles 'till she falls down. And I think Prom was chasing his tail a minute ago. Where's the barf bucket?

Still love my partner. Made her promise to let me burn the posture bar if we win, tho.
magic_fratboy: (effie - hanging with my homegirl)
NOTE: Takes place on February 27, 2010. Stephanie is [ profile] effiecat and is used with love, if not permission. ;p

“Are the cameras on?”

“Yep! Sure are.”

“Oh…’kay, just checkin’.” Tommy shrugged, flashing the segment producer a sheepish smile as he went back to slowly pacing a circle around the expansive stage of The Rapture Theater. The camera crew and producer for Dancing with the Stars had arrived just a couple hours earlier to prepare for the arrival of his partner, and along with the nerves that came from being filmed, Tommy was just plain nervous about meeting his partner in general.

He wasn’t even sure who it could be. From all he knew, which came mostly from Bee, the professional cast tended to rotate in and out each season with only a few that were consistent participants. Add to that the usual suspects of newcomers, and even his visions couldn’t tell him a whole hell of a lot.

The big reveal... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 706
magic_fratboy: (effie - dancing fools)
I'm gonna be a nicer guy than Rico Covas and give y'all a spoiler.

Like the icon doesn`t say it all... )

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go polish my dancing heels.

Don't laugh.
magic_fratboy: (emote - shy talking)
NOTE: Backdated to last night. Stephanie is [ profile] effiecat, Sal is [ profile] we_standalone, Zee is [ profile] zee_ali, and all were used without permission, but lots of love.

"My dreams have come true and I'm scared I won't know what to do with them."


“Wait! Wait…I’m sorry, usually we’d end with the curtain calls, but something more important simply must be addressed tonight…”

“Jesus.” Tommy breathed, smiling in spite of himself as he moved to hide behind Stephanie in the throng still assembled onstage. He was shoved forward for his trouble, her merry giggle sounding in his ears.

“Ohhh, no you don’t, Birthday Boy. Go and get your cake!!”

He would have protested, but sure enough the stagehands were wheeling out a cake, gleaming white and shaped like a pair of handcuffs. Channing still had a microphone in hand and was beckoning him forward, talking all the while.

“…credit for the cake, but I can’t. This comes with love from your dear friend Claire, with all her best for your birthday. Come on, everyone, help me sing!”

..... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 635
magic_fratboy: (emote - shy talking)
So the lighting's giving us shit, and I have three press interviews I have to do today, so while I hurry up and wait I thought I'd share some stuff I found online from last night's round of clubbing, plus a few pictures of my own.

I found these (or rather Zee did and showed me) on Napkin Nights. We put May with the folks, gathered up some of the folks from our respective jobs (for Zee, that was Control Freak, for me that was Channing and some of the cast 'n crew from The Rapture), and went clubbing.

The evidence... )

Finally, here's a couple of mine. Be warned: most of 'em are Zee. What can I say, I'm a sucker.

All my fault... )

And I'm officially getting the wave from Chan. Gotta bolt, folks. Look for me on the morning news or something.
magic_fratboy: (emote - standing tall)
NOTE: Stephanie is [ profile] effiecat and used with permission and love, Channing is [ profile] what_its_not and mine to do with as I see fit. :P

“No!! Damn it, you two, I’m gonna stomp a mudhole in your butts and walk it dry, we ditched the jetè after the backflip! Do it right!!”

He tried as hard as he could to stifle the laugh that bubbled up, but he was caught as Stephanie spun around to face him, the picture of petite rage with her hands on her hips in the middle of the dance studio.

“Just what the hell’s so funny, Tormy?”

“Uh oh, now I know I’m in trouble.” He quipped, smirking as she scowled at him. “Sorry, babe, just…that crack loses something in translation when you say ‘butts’ instead of ‘asses.’”

“Hardy har, you think you’re so cute…next time, I’m gonna let these two smack you around for real. C’mon, you lollygaggers, do it again. Anton, go back to the corner. Harvey, get over here…Tommy, take your place.”

“Channing, you hired a slave driver!” Tommy pretended to complain as Stephanie stomped over to grab his hand and tug him to his mark in the middle of the dance floor.

“Someone has to keep you renegades in line when I’m not around.” Channing giggled from her seat in the corner.

Eyeing her balefully, Tommy planted himself where Stephanie positioned him and sighed, rolling his shoulders and settling in. “Okay…from the top?”

... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 898
magic_fratboy: (magic - asylum bed escape)
“I don't believe that's a name that I have ever you call me before. Would you be so kind as to repeat it? It sounded so lovely the way you pronounced it through gritted teeth.”

Narrowing his eyes, Tommy glanced up at Channing with a scowl, then winced as the ropes cinched in tighter around his midsection, driving the air from his lungs.

“Whoops! I’m sorry, Tommy!”

“Nah, s’ok.” He coughed, nodding to Stephanie in encouragement. “I need ‘em tight.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 709
magic_fratboy: (emote - laugh)
NOTE: Effie is [ profile] effiecat and is used without permission, but copious heaping helpings of love. Channing is [ profile] what_its_not and Kyle is [ profile] inside_mydreams, both of whom belong to me so I can murderlize them at will. :P

“Seriously, how many innocent gummy bears had to sacrifice their lives for that thing?”

Effie just stuck her tongue out at Tommy, giggling as she dipped another piece of shredded red gummy bear in her glass of water and carefully applied it to the severed head of the little candy tableaux she was creating on the café table the group was sharing stageside during lunch.

“Come on, look at that! When did Norman Bates ever look so squishy and delicious?”

“Did Norman Bates actually decapitate anyone?” )


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