Interrupting my normally scheduled nonsense to mention that uh I guess I have a book coming out in nine days or something?!
Half-demon advocate Lily Knight returns in book 3 of the Cambion series. Featuring a full scale bi disaster, healing from trauma, selkies in San Francisco Bay, being gay and doing crimes, only one bed (YES I went there), trips to the Otherworld, terrible men getting their just desserts, and a poly HEA.
Readers have called it “impressive” and my “most spicy yet.” (That would be the piano bench scene…)
You can preorder it now, will reblog with link because Tumblr is Tumblr 🤷🏻♀️
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Does anyone else just get stupid waves of creative energy where you just wanna make stuff but can't figure out what you make so you just end up scrolling or doing something equally unproductive? No? Just me.
Okay-help.
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Guys what if there is not second leg of the North America tour and then I can't get tickets to the earlier dates 😭😭😭 I have to get to a FLETCHER show this year I have to.
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Abstract chaos of the universe.
"Within the universe's chaotic embrace, art flourishes—an emotional refuge where colours blend, shapes intertwine, and beauty finds solace in the simplest of forms."
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Go team strawberry
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Just some points that have been floating in my brain lately.
-Why has rest become such a bad word in society? We all need it and it is not being lazy! But I still feel guilty as I take it. (And I have plenty compared to other people)
-I really wish comfort items were more common and not just for disabled/neurodiverse people. That as an adult/older teen you can take out a plushie and not get weird looks. I feel like it could save some stress/anxiety for a lot of people.
- How do billionaires even exsist? How does their mind work that it is okay to abuse other people like that and keep resources from those who desperately need it. I hate the filthy rich >(
And on a more personal note. I find it hard to balance showing that I care for all the bad things happening in the world and wanting them to be fixed... and being me, somebody who just can’t mentally keep up with things like that.
Welcome to only a smidge of my current thoughts I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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my local furcon is happening really soon, and i’ve been looking through the schedule and like… somehow i’m hyper as hell and kind of sad at the same time?? i wanna go so bad but i probably won’t be able to until i’m fully an adult and living on my own (or with friends/partners) but i just ASKHDLJSLSJLAJSLSJSLSJLAHSHBWSKNDNXUNSNDBMDBDKBWPAJQJEBCLAHSBDNNXKSNSKFIEJNDOWJWNFNOAJSHDOABNDKXJWNSOCJKAJUDJWPXJWKSHXOJAK
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Alright. I've got a story.
A ways back, I'm talking maybe 7th grade I got really into reading! I wouldn't devour books in days, but I read at a steady pace and enjoyed myself. Anyway, at the time I was reading the classic novel: Oliver Twist. This big bastard was a hardcopy, too, so it was HEAVY. This will be relevant.
A couple weeks go by and I've absent-mindedly tossed the Big Fucker™️ into my backpack. Fast forward to the end of the day, and I'm tired, hungry, and angry, as was the style of the time! When right in front of a load of lockers and the Boy's Bathroom was a small scuffle of 6 or 7 boys slapping each other with their backpacks. Now, we didn't tend to keep much in our bags, maybe a few papers, lunch bags, a sweater, etc. Real light shit.
So I decided to join in on the chaos and maybe unhealthily deal with a bad day! I hop in and start dueling this one dude! Our backpacks collided, and great fun is being had! Then it happened. I landed a SOLID blow to his side, and he dropped. Quick as a shot, he stood up and demanded to know what the hell I had in my bag! He shouted, "Why are you carrying a brick in your bag?!?" I was understandably confused, I only had some light paper in my bag. I apologized for swinging so hard and left for the day. Fast forward to that evening, and I'm winding down to ignore sleep so I can enjoy my book! I search high and low, but have no luck. Eventually, it dawns on me...I search my bag and in a seldom used pocket I find the Big Fucker™️. I thought nothing of it until the next day when I passed the same guys in the hall engaged in another backpack brawl. I was about to join in for a morning scuffle when it dawned on me: I had beaten my best friend with one of the thickest books I've ever owned.
I apologized, laughed it off, and nothing ever came of it.
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The volume of my voice ranges from very quiet to extremely loud with nothing in between
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Usually, when I wake up, for the first few seconds, there's foggy mental confusion, no internal monologe, just vibes. I sorta just realized that my first internal thought were... not typical. So, now I'm keeping a collection.
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How does someone know what to do with their future? Why aren't we all running around creating new flourishing life! Why are we all walking?
asking for a friend
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Only on Tumblr: I see a post I love on my dash. I go to reblog it. I realize that the post was from my own queue. 😅
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How do you conceptualizar your adhd?
I see my life like I’m knitting it, but the other end is unraveling faster than I can keep up with.
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My emotional support erotica podcast that I used as white noise has been wiped from the internet :(((
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Brain Problems
I have a whole summer to myself, where I only have Cross Country training and babysitting. Most of that time can and should be used for writing and music stuff. But no, my brain has decided that this summer is going to be Youtube videos, rewatching my comfort movies/shows, and Tumblr scrolling. We’ll see if we can fix it.
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this post but it’s Tim and Danny
Tim came across a weird symbol during a case and he’s run into a dead end with it. He’s taken to doodling it as he thinks and one night it gets particularly bad and he’s probably drawn it like a hundred times as he mentally goes over all the details of whatever case he’s working and then BAM there’s a glowing green (Lazarus Pit green, oh shit) swirling vortex and someone, no, something, is crawling out of it and —
“Okay, enough! I’m here!! What the FUCK do you want?”
It’s a… teenager? With glowing green eyes and white hair and he’s… floating? and super hot What the fuck.
Tim: What the fuck.
Danny: No that’s my line. What the fuck. Do you want?
Tim: Uhhh —
Danny, looking around: Wait holy shit is this the Batcave!??
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