Wishing to be a parent one day but knowing I won’t live to see them grow. Knowing that if I Selfishly brought another life into my world I would leave. I’ve accepted everything but this.
whats the point of being a teenage exocolonist without PROM!
bonus: all these fucking shoes i drew. look at them
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites Giveaway!
It's giveaway time! Thanks to the generosity of my patrons and payhip supporters, I will be giving away 10 copies.
If you're new here, Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites (Phangs) is the first novel of my queer, polyamorous, paranormal, slow-burn romance series featuring a deaf, disabled werewolf, a neurodivergent, mad scientist vampire and all other manner of creatures that go bump in the night. You can read more about it here.
Set in a pseudo-regency meets fake-Victorian Gaslamp Fantasy world, complete with gothic castles, enchanted forests, and just a smidge of industrial coal dust, Phangs has been described as "like reading the queer, goth love child of Terry Pratchett meets Jane Austen."
There are two editions of the novel, a high-heat version (Flirting with Fangs) with depictions of sex and kink on the page and a medium-heat edition (Fluff and Fangs) containing elements of kink with the sex scenes swapped out/faded to black. You can read more about the differences in rating here.
If you'd like to win an edition of your choice, type "enter me" into the replies or reblogs.
The giveaway will run from March 20 - March 24, 2023.
I'll select the winners using a randomizer. You don't need to be following me, nor do you need to spam reblogs. Once you're in, you're in. Good luck!
Additional image ID under the cut for non-screenreaders due to length.
Enter me pls!
All-sky view of the Leonids shower, 156 meteors were captured in this 4 hour image, 1998
“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often those patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”
— Eileen Myles, The Importance of Being Iceland
I wanted to post the rest of my pictures I took this morning. Taken in North East Indiana.
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
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Being a dick even to demons
