#wiggle room

[osvaldvvanstein]

Shout out to the feh artist Suekane Kumiko for making Tibarn darker in his base feh alt, it usually goes the other way

[theshineprjct]

This happening and we are delighted to see more

🤎🖤🤎🖤🤎🖤 in the city!

[processes]

On Natural Logs

[theshineprjct]

I’m definitely on a quest for the #blacktronique electronic delegation across the city! I missed @cozmiccatofficial @amsterdamdanceevent so I went to @wiggleroomtoronto! Go see your fave locals at home,take a weekend break and go dancercize! 🙌🏾🎉

Amazing set,she’s high energy and inserts soulful tech house edits, I love it!

[lilbeanz-wibblywobbly]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A short fic! A little experiment 🤷‍♀️

[jamesgalgano]

wiggle room

Wiggle room? By james a. galgano

No wiggle room for wonder Each domino disappears into horizon. Eyes bloodshot blink through tears Satiating a brook’s babbling thirst Memories dance like ballerina’s delight Each minuet it is so hard to forget. What unfortunately felt so right at the time? So, was it victimless as first thought or a crime? Did you even get the alibi half right? Or did the words ramble as usual into “dead of night.” Where the only corroboration was an alcoholic’s tale One where you did not even know you were there? Lost in a maze of inescapable recollections. Before going quietly with not as much as a goodnight While domino theory feared came through misdirection Within old, tired eyes captive reflections Cloud what was once thought perfect symmetry. Where thus forever remains, you judge and jury? Without wiggle room in predicting the verdict’s delight There beneath reclining dominoes one remains contrite. Within a whirl of recurring reminders into “dead of night”

[cmweller]

Challenge #03379-I091: Eternal Regrets

Half Angel / Half Demon, All Hero. Amatu tries to find a way to cure Malforence of their curse and bring them back into the light.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03327-i039-a-brief-and-regrettable-encounter -- FightingFit

The simplest of questions lead to the longest of stories. In this case, a simple, "What happened to them?" lead to the kind of story that could take days to tell. Wraithvine knew their time was limited and tried to keep it to the barest of bones.

The best of intentions. A chronic disease that shortened their time. Desperation. Mistakes. A warning that was not heeded. Trying and failing and failing to turn them away from a path.

"It's been centuries since they broke my heart. For some time, I thought I wouldn't have a heart left any more." A sigh almost as old as ze was. Perhaps it was even older. "Sometimes, people won't be saved. I never did learn to let them go to their own doom."

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[intellectuallovers]

I’ll drop this here…