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We asked Naarm's fave DJs for their go-to Pride anthems

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We asked Naarm's fave DJs for their go-to Pride anthems

Ahead of Victoria’s Pride this Sunday, we ran around asking local legendary DJs what pride anthems make their dance floors shine.

Midsumma Festival rounds out with Melbourne’s best free summer street party this Sunday – Victoria’s Pride.

Transforming Fitzroys iconic Gertrude and Smith Street precinct into one massive pride party from noon till late.

The grand finale of the three-week art and culture festival brings iconic artists to its stages, including Bec Sandridge, Leroy MacQueen and Thndo.

But we know what really hits your heart and soul throughout the day and night parties, and that’s the beats by the DJs.

They lift us bringing us together, whether in a bar, on a dancefloor or in the streets.

So we decided to ask them about their go-to pride tune that makes their dance floors shine with queer joy.

In news that may shock you, Kylie did very well.

But I must confess, I didn’t think asking this simple question would be such a difficult question for DJs to answer.

What is your go-to pride banger?

“I can’t possibly answer with just one, because every room is different (also, how very dare you!).” Sugar Plump Fairy  who hosts Bruno said,

“Ultimately it’s whatever lights up the dancefloor and has people surrendering to the moment,

“Surrounded by friends, strangers and, if you’re lucky, someone sending a furtive glance your way.

“Whoops, whistles, hugs, tears – the whole lot.

“A Deeper Love by Aretha Franklin is easily the first that comes to mind, but I’m gonna go with one populist choice,

“A personal favourite and a dark horse that’s worth discovering.

“Kylie’s All the Lovers because it’s just so goddamn euphoric, to the point it once made me a bit teary watching the dancefloor erupt.

“Standing in the Way of Control by Gossip because of the timely message and because of queer icon Beth Ditto.

“Hope. Happiness by Luke Solomon (feat. Amy Douglas & Queen Rose) because it’s the other unifying message we need – Freedoms ain’t free!

“Look Ma! No Village Persons!”

“Oooh that is a tough question!” DJ Gay Dad said when asked,

“I don’t think I could ever play a set without some version of Murder On The Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor.

“I’m soon getting one of the lyrics tattooed on my body, it’s just a magic brilliant timeless song.”

DJ Cliterally didn’t hold back when naming as many artists as they could.

“Britney, Mariah, Gaga, Katy, Whitney, Madonna, Cher, Kylie how can you choose?”

“Though Mr. G – Naughty Girl is an absolute banger.

“But when it comes to pride you can’t go past When Lover Takes Over by David Guetta & Kelly Rowland.

“For pride events by default, it’s always going to be at least 3-4 KYLIE songs,” Miss Katalyna told us,

“Better the Devil You Know, Shocked, One Me Time.

Plus Edge of Saturday Night by The Blessed Madonna and Kylie. People seem to really dig that track.

“I think it’s the beat because it’s an 80s-inspired beat with a house vibe and a heavy bass line.

“When I first played that track in Brisbane for FEM FALE as part of the Melt Festival the bar folks came out to the dance floor.

“But my personal favourite is Must Be Love by Tseba feat Electric Fields,

“That song just makes you feel all kinds of good things, powerful, happy, love and joyful.”

“Each year I relish dropping Aretha’s ‘(Pride) A Deeper Love’,” Gavin Campbell told us,

“Which may be an obvious choice, but it is gold on an ecstatic Pride dance floor!”

For TANZER, whose pride playlist video you can check out below, the answer was easy.

“Better The Devil You Know by Kylie Minogue”

“It is a bittersweet lyric dipped in pure sugary gay ecstasy.”

Ready for Victoria’s Pride?

This Sunday come together with the community for the 4th edition of Victoria’s Pride Street Party.

A celebration of progress, love, and diversity!

“In just four years, Victoria’s Pride has established itself as a solid landmark in our queer arts and cultural landscape”

“And is the perfect closing event forthe Queermusic Midsumma Festival.” CEO Karen Bryant said,

“Through our ongoing partnership with the Victorian Government, this statewide celebration brings together communities,

“Supports the economy through local businesses, and showcases the strength and creativity of Victoria’s LGBTQIA+ artists.

“This year’s incredible lineup highlights our theme of Collective Identities—a vibrant and joyful reflection of diversity, pride, and unity.”

The day is filled with LGBTQIA+ art, live music, performances, community and culture, with stalls showcasing local treasures.

Open to all – families, friends, and allies – there’s something for everyone, from morning to night.

Close off your Midsumma Festival season with this vibrant party and take over the streets with the community!

Check out the full Victoria Pride schedule of the stages, stalls and street party here.

Source: midsumma.org.au

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[empresstress13]

A giveaway prize for the fantastic @katalyna-rose ! This is a codex entry based off her wonderful Dragon Age fanfic A Journey of the Soul!  The protagonist, Salshira, is a woman from our world who ends up in Thedas (MGiT), and has been trying to remember all the information and possible outcomes from the games by writing them down - in a writing system different than those used in Thedas much to everyone else’s confusion. 

Kat recently posted Chapter 21! So go check it out! 

Correspondences written to Sister Leliana of the Inquisition from various members of the organization: "Sister Leliana, I have a growing concern that must be raised: the Herald is a surprisingly adaptable and thoughtful woman, however the stress of the current situation could overwhelm even the most experienced of leaders. There has been one issue in particular creating stress for the Herald even though it is seemingly unrelated to the task at hand. I am sure it has not escaped your attention that the Herald has been compulsively - almost obsessively - taking notes. She will spend long hours, often forgoing sustenance or rest, writing fervently using a strange notation. It has come to the point of being a health concern, but I am at a loss as to the reason for her obsessive writing. The language and characters she uses are strange to me; I was unsure if this was a cipher known to you? Is there a particular reason why the Herald uses this code? Was it a suggestion of the advisers to hide these notes? Whatever the case may be I am concerned for her well being, and worried by the disregard for her own health. I would request to be kept informed as to this matter as well. The lack of sleep and nourishment will only have an adverse affect on the Herald and our mission. - Solas" "Messere Solas, I am well aware of the Herald's habit of writing in what appears to be an advanced cipher. Unfortunately, this has neither been at the request of the Inquisition nor is the cipher one that is known to me. Early on she inquired if I or any of my agents understood the script and seemed amused that we did not. At the time, considering how tentative our understanding was then, I had also sent samples to several experts but it was not familiar or recognizable to any of them - much to their chagrin. If you are able to uncover anything about the matter it would benefit the organization if you would relay that information to me as swiftly as possible. Sister Nightingale"   ~~~ "We've been keeping watch and doing clean-up for the Herald and her party as instructed. There have been minor skirmishes but all issues are being dealt with by the Herald's group or our scouts. I have noticed that Salshira has seemed. . . more worn than normal. Frankly, I'm worried about her. I've noticed that she's constantly writing notes and re-reading them at all hours of the night and day. . . any idea what that is about or if there is anything we can do for her? - Scout Harding" "Noted. We've been asked about the writing several times. We have tried to inquire ourselves on the matter. It is currently unknown, and unlikely to become known in the future given the response we have been given. Take care of her as best you are able. Sister N."

[talesfromthefade]

Cadence Tabris & Zevran Arainai (Background Cadence x Anders), for @dadrunkwriting and @katalyna-rose

“You are quite fond of him, aren’t you,” Zevran asks, a smile tugging against the corners of his mouth from where he leans against one of the pillars in the great hall after it’s cleared out for the day, “your new mage compatriot? Relax, he cannot hear us, my friend,” the assassin adds as Cadence’s eyes are blown wide with panic, frantically making sure there is no one near enough to overhear their conversation.

“Not here,” Cadence hisses, grabbing their fellow elf by the arm and quickly ducking out a back hallway to the sanctuary and solitude of the fields that surround the Keep.

“So,” Zevran presses, eyes twinkling. “Am I right?”

It’s rhetorical. Zevran is nothing like the fool he sometimes plays at being, and they’ve already more than given him an answer without saying a word. Cadence sighs. “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Ah, but fortunately for you I came prepared,” Zevran smirks, pulling a large flask from his bag and passing it over.

“Why couldn’t it have been you?” Cadence is drunk now, which takes some doing for a more seasoned Warden, if Alistair is to believed, though they suppose they’ve not really been at it so much longer than their newest Wardens, even if it feels like it’s been a lifetime. Still, they think, staring up at where Zevran sits beside in the tall grass them taking another long pull from the seemingly bottomless flask- perhaps this is another one? Still, how much easier life might have been if they had only been able to steer their body, their heart another direction. Passion of a sort without giving their heart away only to have it destroyed.

Zevran merely laughs, shaking his head.

“You had your eyes set on someone else, remember,” Zevran reminds them, “and something more.”

“Yeeeaah, I know, but-”

“Is there something stopping us now?” Cadence frowns thoughtfully. “Mmm,” Zevran nods, “as I thought.”

“It’s not like that,” Cadence protests, shaking their head, before abruptly stopping as the gesture begins to make them feel dizzy. They should be able to. They and Anders, they’re… well, they’re not… And Zevran is certainly no less handsome than when they’d been traveling together fighting the Blight. But-

“No?”

“No, I mean, well, we sleep together sometimes, but-” Cadence shrugs as the rest of their words seem to suddenly elude them. “It’s supposed to be casual.”

“Supposed to be?”

“He said he loves me,” Cadence admits on a heavy sigh. “Just once. He apologized, and he hasn’t said it since, but-”

“Do you want him to say it again?”

“Yes. No. I mean- ugh, I don’t know.”

“The first answer is usually the most honest one, my friend.”

“I do,” Cadence admits finally, “but it doesn’t seem fair to ask. I don’t think I can say it back.”

“Ever?”

“We’re Wardens,” replies as if this should suddenly explain everything. The less than impressed look on Zevran’s face is enough to tell them it doesn’t. “We’re not really supposed to have attachments, and I’m his Commander. Besides, we don’t know how long either of us has to offer each other, or-”

“So this isn’t really about him at all.”

“I know he’s not Alistair,” Cadence protests.

“Definitely not,” Zevran laughs, shaking his head. “This one is almost you, all of the sass without any of the attempts at diplomacy first. Better at flirting, though.”

“Hey!” Zevran merely shrugs, passing the flask back to them again. They should perhaps consider cutting themselves off, maybe in a bit, Cadence thinks, taking another sip. “Wait, did he flirt with you? Nevermind. Of course, he did.”

“Only in good fun,” Zevran concedes, “Anyone who spends five minutes with you both could see where his eyes are drawn. You do not want to be with me any more seriously than he does, my friend. That is okay. Ours is a different kind of love. It’s still nice. We get to have companionship and sparkling conversation like this, no?” Cadence smiles slightly and nods, passing the flask back to Zevran. “Good. So, as someone who loves you,” Zevran continues, “feel free to remind him you have a friend in the Crows, well, a former-Crow, if this one gets any ideas about mistreating you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cadence promises with a smile.

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[impossible-rat-babies]

Prompt for DWC! I found you #47, where I should have been looking in the first place.

Thank you!

for @dadrunkwriting!

Lavellan x Dorian

--

The sunset was warm--much warmer than it had been in the south--and the sensation of it crawling across Darva’s freckled skin made him smile and wiggle his toes in the sand Ocean water pooled around his feet, the tide bringing it in to soak his legs and pull back again, raising gooseflesh across his body. He giggled at the sensation, his only arm wrapping around his waist to hold himself. Green eyes opening, he looked out across the water of Rialto Bay, the water dancing in oranges and yellows.

It was beautiful how it colored the sky to match and the only horizon was the one he imagined to be there in the bright white light of the dying sun.

Darva knew Dorian was there before his hands slid slowly up his hips to rest on his waist, lips pressing against the back of his neck. Darva’s fingers slid into his, a warm hum escaping his lips, sinking into his hold. Dorian littered more kisses across his shoulder before his chin rested upon his shoulder.

“Amatus...” He breathed the term like a prayer. Darva grinned, turning his head to kiss Dorian’s temple; his skin warm and flushed beneath his lips--beneath his touch.

“Vhenan....” Darva breathed in return and Dorian placed yet another kiss against his shoulder like a man starved. Darva giggled, turning just enough in Dorian’s hold to kiss his lips. He tasted like sunshine, like the crackle of flames, like a man who had never had a home, having looked in all the wrong places for it. Places to belong fit Darva like shoes too small for feet, always constricting and holding too tightly to the past. Children always grew out of their shoes.

But with the sunset still warm to the touch, a place to belong felt like a pair of arms, cradling him close to his chest--close to his heart. They had found their way into each other’s hearts, both having spent far too much time making comfort in people who didn't deserve it. They had both spent far too long trying and crying to make places of those people when they should have been looking in the first place: each other. Broken pieces to fix other broken pieces--a whole made of two halves.

In the deep light, they were both exactly where they belonged.

[musingmycelium]

For DWC! For ZevWarden, once more, twice more, forever

for @dadrunkwriting a longer/cleaner version of the answer from last week here

Ellanis says it first. The release of a buildup in his chest, words he couldn’t afford to think about now sitting heavy on his tongue. A fear which Ellanis had no way of combating, a longing for something he never thought he could have. But, after coming away from the broken Kinloch circle there is nothing but a dreadful fear in his bones for what could have been. Wanting longing for what can be. A chillness settling under his skin to gnaw on his heart and Ellanis' breath freezes in his lungs. Zevran holds him close, a softness to the way his arms encircle Ellanis nearly causing him to weep. Truth locked away inside tears. Whispers of nothings and sweet words and Ellanis finds peace when cradled against Zevran’s chest. Melting him, defenses crumbling away as Ellanis breaks them down in the safety of Zevran’s touch. A confession pressed to the skin of Zevran’s collar. A warmth infusing his veins when the words “I love you.” fall from his lips and Zevran’s fingers on his back dig into his skin.

When the Archdemon fell it roared -an ear-splitting scream reverberating inside all the hollows within Ellanis. A blinding column of light exploding from the point where Ellanis’ staff connected with its skull, magic so bright and so clear for a single instant Ellanis can see himself reflected. But only for a moment as heat and wind blast him backward and he lands on the hard stone of the castle’s battlements. Spots in his vision, inky patches of darkness as his head swims and he can barely think. A thick warmth oozing from under his hair and Ellanis’ eyelids are heavy. It would be nice to close them, his duty finished here. Shouting of his name catches his attention slowly, again it calls to him, reaches for him with a stark terror in the cadence of a voice so familiar and just out of reach. And he tries to respond, surely he’s trying but he fails to find his voice. Dark skin haloed in gold, those familiar eyes wide with terror. Ellanis recognizes him now as Zevran’s pleading for him to stay awake gives him enough to focus on. “Amor stay with me. Please caro, Ellanis keep your eyes open. I love you. Ellanis do not dare caro no cierres los ojos Ella-” Ellanis’ eyes flutter shut.

There is more silver than gold in Zevran’s hair now. More wrinkles to Ellanis’ skin. Both of them able to tell a storm by the aches in their knees and when the fog will leave by their shortness of breath. Their daughters raise children of their own, bright young things and they cannot be prouder. Ellanis and Zevran sit outside on a beach to watch the sunset without care for anyone else. Alone together, needing none besides the other. Hand over hand, fingers overlapping on the sand. Warmth in wrinkled skin and a tide which nearly reaches their toes. The sky is orange and pink and purple and Ellanis leans his head on Zevran’s shoulder to watch the sun fall beneath the sea. A kiss to the silver crown of his head, an old love settled into old bones. “I love you amor.” Ellanis smiles as he answers with a truth which will hold forever. “I love you too.”

[shannaraisles]

Happy birthday!

Thank you, darling! xxx

[roguelioness]

WIP Wednesday! Soft

Yay, thanks for the ask! ♥

Soft - I don’t have soft but I have softened (from Wallflower)

Solas’ face softened. “I- I would have thought it an illusion myself da’len, but your appearance lends the theory a great deal of credibility-”

WIP Wednesday, ask me stuff

[thema-sal-shiral]

His Blade

It had only been a few weeks since she left. To others in this new world, it would have been as minutes, for him it felt like years. He claimed a spot on the drawbridge of Teresyl’an Tel’as, out of the way of travelers and staff but with a clear view of the Eluvian before the gate.

He had been told that the mountain path was the only way in and out of Skyhold once, a path that no longer existed. Mom had backed up the claim, the memories of the time before magic still fresh in her mind. The tales he had been told were at odds with what he saw now. Islands of rock floating in the air above the Keep, gardens, stables for the Gryphon’s, training grounds all above them, the ripple of a rainbow in the sky like waves on the ocean.

It was not a peaceful world, not yet, and that is why he waited. She had been sent on some mission by his father and he didn’t know how long it would take. So he sat and waited, eyes never straying far from the Eluvian. Every flash of red hair made him twitch but it was never her. Freckles and gleaming eyes, a mischievous smile that made his heart soar. So much of their time was spent together, so deeply entwined, it felt like he had lost half of himself with her gone.

Sleep was taken when needed, food tasted like dust. Still, he waited.

He must have been sent by his mother. In the corner of Vesryn’s vision he could see people part, their heads turn, the soft buzz of chatter took an excited turn. The hand that settled on his shoulder was gentle but insistent, a hand he knew from birth. “Hello, Pops.” The otherworld term no longer got a small sigh when he used it.

“You cannot sit here until she returns, da’len.”

It was him who sighed, deep and aching. “It’s the only thing I can focus on. If I try to do anything I will not be able to concentrate.” Finally, he looked away from the mirror, the chaotic and color-shattered surface. He had his father’s eyes, Mom always said, but the tawny skin and black hair were once hers. “Ir abelas.”

The hand on his shoulder wrapped about his arm and tugged him to his feet. “Come. I will teach you how to walk in dreams. You may be able to find her when she sleeps.” Solas’ smile was understanding and fond. He would know what his son felt, though it had come at such a young age to him. His life was bound to his mate’s and he ached when they were apart. “When you are not sleeping I still have need of your assistance.”

[silent-of-spirit]

@katalyna-rose replied to your post “Hmmm… to be brave and post the smut I wrote? Or to continue being...”

Please post the sin!

@solemis replied to your post “Hmmm… to be brave and post the smut I wrote? Or to continue being...”

POST ITTTTT ❤ I'd love to read it!

@buttsonthebeach replied to your post “Hmmm… to be brave and post the smut I wrote? Or to continue being...”

Dooo iiittt

Damn y’all xD Okay, okay I will stop being a shy bug and post it when I get back from therapy. You are the best xD (Encourage the sin yesssssss)

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Athelas would hug a dragon if it would sit still long enough to let her.

....... she would.

Send me preconceptions of my girl Athelas Lavellan!

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[ellstersmash]

WIP Wednesday is such fun! Ummmmmmmm, soft?

It is!! And I do have one more “soft,” from secret space smut:

It felt strange, how soft her skin was beneath them. No calluses, no scars, just a spray of tiny silvery stretch marks.

Thanks for the ask, kat!! ^v^

The Game: Send me a word; if it’s in my WIPs, I’ll share the line with you!

[shannaraisles]

@katalyna-rose replied to your post “Ugh … trying to write a teeny bit of conflict into Fabs’ story, and...”

This is literally the entire reason why I mostly write drabbles. It's so I can write things out of order as inspiration comes and arrange them later. <3 I believe in you! You can do this!

I did manage it! After a week of struggling. ~chuckles~ I gave up on trying to go for a long chapter, and just got what I needed to get out of the scene before rounding it off. Cheating, I know, but the next chapter will be fun to write - politics, Anora vs Eamon, and finally finding out who Maria is going to be gifted to by the king of Rivain!

[roguelioness]

Happy birthday, you delightful person! May I suggest turning off anon for the day?

Thank you! ♥ (PS you’re absolutely wonderfully talented and I stumbled across your Fenhawke smut the other day and I needed a cold shower after. It was so good!)

Anon’s off for today! ^_^