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I've found a lady who has the same sort of shape as me, who dances the same kind of dance that I would love to dance. She has such precision and confidence-verging-on-arrogance and strength and lyricism and sweetness. I don't know that I can get my creaky old, arthritic person to do some of the things she does (that back bend!) but I love her sense of theatre. I love how she has combined bellydance with inspiration from sci-fi and theatre to make something that is very unique.

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Much though I like dancing, I haven't been able to find any genuine love in my heart for the whole 'scantily clad get in touch with your inner goddess who is also a sexy flirt' malarky, chiefly because I don't think I have an inner goddess of any kind, let alone a sexy one. But as a writer I 100% have an inner Evil Galactic Emperor, or an inner hero or villain character of a sort that I can lean into.

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So I the new dance I am now wrestling with is inspired by the plot in Stargate Universe in which Chloe - experimented on by aquatic aliens - fears she is losing her humanity, even while she grows stronger and more intelligent.

My question was, why the heck wouldn't you embrace that? Super strength? The ability to do maths? Sign me up.

I've just got to find a way of expressing this in dance.

leanwellback

the knackermen used to come
to clear away dead or dying animals
the sick and injured
they'd take the carcasses
and turn them into something else
that they could sell
and burn whatever was left over
now the knacker's yard
is the palace at parliament
picking off the old and sick
the weak and hurting, those deemed
unfit for human consumption
they render our bodies
for profit

liriaen

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leanwellback

there's something so satisfying about a button
something you can push and feel it give
and know you've initiated
a process
tapping a screen just isn't the same
it's hard and unyielding
give me back the buttons
give me knobs and dials and switches
then maybe we'd have an easier time
turning things
off

dr_zook

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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Omega Massif - Karpatia

liriaen

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nerakrose

til solen står op (141411 words) by nerakrose
Chapters: 40/40
Fandom: Afdeling Q | Department Q (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Assad/Carl Mørck, Assad & Carl Mørck
Characters: Carl Mørck, Assad (Afdeling Q), Marcus Jacobsen, Rose Knudsen, Jesper (Afdeling Q), Hardy (Afdeling Q)
Additional Tags: Aftermath of Violence, Police Brutality, All Cops Are Bastards, Whump, Forced Outing, Eventual Happy Ending, Assad Whump, WIP Tags, POV Alternating, Original Character(s), Pining, Father-Son Relationship, Queer Themes, Situationship (temporary), Demisexual Character, Demisexual Carl Mørck, Jesper lever i et univers hvor han har TO papfædre. han kan ikke overbevises om andet, lidt for detaljerede beskrivelser af kaffe nu når jeg tænker over det, Carl og Assad skændes som et gammelt ægtepar ❤️, jeg mener den her fic endelig fortjener et slow burn tag helt ærligt, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Pining: i n t e n s i f i e s, Family Dynamics, conversations in cars, Carl prøver virkelig sit bedste, Love Confessions, First Kiss, svære samtaler, dvs Carl åbner lidt op. endelig, Relationship Negotiation, Carl går til psykolog, lange snakke, kys og ømhed, klamydia (ikke alvorligt), en meget urealistisk fremstilling af hvordan en dansk retssag foregår, UST: tiltagende, Romance, traumatised detectives in love, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Carl "mors dreng" Mørck, landlig idyl, Kittens, dansk sommer, Family Drama, Happy Ending
Summary:
"Der er to tusind klagesager mod politiet hvert år. Vi vinder dem allesammen. Er det fordi vi aldrig begår fejl eller fordi vi beskytter hinanden?"
- Carl Mørck, Journal 64

Når Assad bliver anholdt uden gyldigt grundlag, og i processen bliver outet for hele Danmark, må han finde ud af, hvordan han skal forene begge sider af sit liv. Det gør det ikke nemmere, at den mand han er brændende forelsket i, også er hans chef: uopnåelige Carl Mørck.

Carl vil gøre alt for at redde Assads karriere - og for at få de skyldige ned med nakken. Det bliver startskuddet på en følelsesmæssig opdagelsesrejse for Carl, og endnu et led i det opgør han har med sig selv. For når der er så meget galt med ham, hvordan kan han i det hele taget gøre sig fortjent til Assad?

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longest thing I ever wrote, and it is, finally, finished!!! I have been working on this for OVER A YEAR. I got the idea back in October 2023 but I was working on a different fic at the time, and then there was Yuletide, so I didn't start writing until January 2024. I did start posting chapters on AO3 on April 20th 2024 and I was determined to finish this fic before or on that date - and well, today is April 20th 2025, and I put the final touches on the last two chapters and did several rounds of edits, and now the chapters are up and posted and I am DONE. FINISHED.

liriaen

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leanwellback

It used to be going back home,
but then home changed where it was
and who it was.
Now I'm only visiting,
just passing through,
touching base with people who remember
a version of me
that no longer exists --
who rarely come to see
what my life looks like now.
The line between love and obligation
gets harder to define,
and those 179 miles of distance
make it blurrier with each year.
Now travelling 600 miles further,
to go where another piece of my heart is,
feels more like being home
than going back
to where I came from.

Current Mood: pensive

leanwellback

the letter came too late
a gasp of fear scribbled in the night
sent out in search of comfort
from the arms that had brushed away
so many bad dreams
in years gone by
the fires burned faster than I could ride
it came too late to hold you again
to whisper comforting lies
as the village was razed to the ground
the smoke and embers that remained caught
my broken heart
and set my anger ablaze
I will bide my time
I will stoke my vengeance
I will keep the home fire burning in my chest
until it engulfs
the one who snuffed out
the light of my life

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a day late with this one. it was a sleepy feeling day yesterday. alex and I went to the gym late morning and then we went for a board game afternoon/evening with one of his friends and then I had to do circuits pacing the flat to get my steps in for the day lmao. anyway, brain was not happening for poetry last night but here we go. fully just pulled this from cadmus, my fire genasi paladin in alex's d&d campaign.

leanwellback

the woodland held audience today,
calling me to come and bear witness
to its majesty.
the birds heralded the morning,
the hushed chatter of water
underscoring their chorus,
as the river glided by
with diamonds sparkling
upon its slender neck.
the air was fragrant, perfumed
with apple blossom and honeysuckle.
I weaved between the slender trees
delicately dancing across dappled leaves
and when I stopped to bask
in the stillness
awed by the arbors, bowing to each bough,
a passing cloud curtsied with the breeze
and the sun came forth,
crowning the canopy with golden light

liriaen

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leanwellback

the darkness comes to quell the light within
and turn your bright heart into cold, hard stone.
you must go on living, don't let them win

they'll tell you your existence is a sin
and cast you out to perish or atone.
the darkness comes to quell the light within

they would see your soul withered, paper thin,
'til you're down with the worms; nothing but bone.
you must go on living, don't let them win

they want you to stop before you begin,
to recage the ones who've already flown.
the darkness comes to quell the light within

but you are the angel dancing on a pin,
you are the star that will not be outshone!
you must go on living, don't let them win

don't ask, just tell them: we have always been,
remember that you are never alone.
when darkness comes to quell the light within
you must go on living, don't let them win

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I had planned on doing something macabre for today's prompt when I first saw it, but given the latest bullshit in my country, I decided to go defiant instead. fuck TERFs and all the nazi scum they run with. have a villanelle about it.

leanwellback

I took a photo of you once
We were in an art gallery
One of our first trips together
You stopped to look at a painting
A still life
A vase full of flowers
You paused mid motion, one foot still out
Delicately pointed
Years of dance lending you effortless grace
The gold of your jumper matched the frame
Your wine red leggings mirrored in the painted petals
So elegant and beautiful
Poised
Like the elegant stems in the image you studied
As I studied you and captured my own still life

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we're currently sitting in frankfurt airport, waiting for our connection. triad spring break starts soooon ❤️

Current Location: frankfurt airport

leanwellback

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder
they say nothing of hunger
of thirst

as the time passes and the distance remains
my cravings grow to fill the space between
and consume

so when we are close enough once more to touch
to feel, to smell, to taste, I long
to feast

knowing that all too soon we must fast once more
I savour the taste of you on my tongue
and swallow

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leanwellback

wait
the colour of caution
don't linger in this liminal space
or you may find yourself
static

slow
the mellifluous ooze
sapping the life from any caught here
trapped and frozen in time
solid

set
inside a silver claw
the tears of the heliades glow
with the light of the sun
endless

leanwellback

they beat us down and bruise our hearts
they spill our blood and wash their hands
but we coagulate
we join together, solidify
wipe the sweat from our brows
fists up, coming out
we rise for another round

dr_zook

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galadhir

So what do we think of the Murderbot trailer over here?

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I'm absolutely pumped. I can feel myself going into hyperfixation mode as we speak. I've always liked the books, but I seem to need visual media in order to really engage, and I'm engagaged.

Alexander Skarsgard is not what I'd expected MB to look like (or sound like) but as someone pointed out, he is very much what an evil megacorporation would think a 'standard' but threatening human would look like, so I can get behind it.

People have said that he is 'too gender' or 'too masculine' for the agender MB, but being agender has nothing to do with what you look like. I am agender and I look feminine. It's an inside thing not an outside thing.

If you see the short of MB being repaired, you will see that it has no nipples. I think that's a great detail. It also has no bulge - and really props to Skarsgard for not letting that worry him. I really appreciate both of these things.

Ratthi is just delightful (and very handsome, as is only right.)

Sanctuary Moon is just delightful too. I think I'll like it as much as Wormhole Xtreme.

Argh. I'm so excited rn. I can't wait!

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IT IS FINISHED

DODI DODI!

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