Kayla, swimmer and writer, she/her, aroace, writers blog, uhhhhh I dunno what I'm actually doing, trying to have fun and write. I love fantasty and stuff like that, world building is fun, but I don't do things in the right order, I'll be writing then I'll be world building, then I might actually start planning, who knows; I also have a tendancy to get emotionally attatched to my characters so there may be an occasional rant here or there about that; I also love poetry so I like to include that a lot as well; feel free to ask me anything, who knows, maybe I'll know the answer one day!
apparently people are now purchasing thick water to make slimes with because of a trend on tiktok
thick water is for disabled people who can’t swallow properly. stores usually have extremely limited supplies of it.
please don’t buy thick water for fun or to make slime with. it’s literally the only way some disabled people can drink anything. It’s not a fucking toy
No offense but the internet gives you the most wrong and fucked up idea of helping people because people get mad if you don't care about disasters happening in 72 countries, meanwhile the people in real life that are doing the most good picked one VERY SPECIFIC thing to care about and care about it REALLY HARD
coffee shop by my house hired a new barista who is extraordinarily hot and flirts with me incessantly but she also makes the worst - and i truly mean the worst - coffee i’ve ever paid for. atrociously bad. just another of god’s little jokes
Some proof that there ARE elected officials out there, like Vice Mayor Sean Cummings in Oklahoma, who are standing up for LGBTQ+ youth like Nex Benedict and calling out the fact that our words and rhetoric DO matter.
[Context: In this video, Sean Cummings is seen speaking to Oklahoma Superintendent of Public Instruction Ryan Walters referring to the death of student Nex Benedict].
When you’re out putting up missing posters for your best friend as you do, years after he went missing and you've secluded yourself in the lodge on the mountain away from everyone and you're out putting up new posters when alight falls from the sky and you go to check, as you do, with the missing posters in your hand, and find a bloodied wounded creature, a being, an angel, and he cannot stay in his inhuman form for long because he's hurt and he's attracting attention
and you're standing there (holding the missing posters) and he sees the picture (from the missing posters) of your best friend and takes on that shape (it is the first human he's seen since falling) (it is best to be something familiar) and you're standing there (holding the missing posters) and your dead best friend is staring back at you.
you're standing there staring at your dead best friend. you know he's dead and the world knows he's dead and you've been up on this mountain all on your own (with the wolves and the deer and the snow) for longer you care to admit, and your dead best friend is staring back at you, big eyed and lost and bloodied and gold, he's so fucking gold that for a moment it hurts to look but you look anyway because you've missed him since you lost him and probably since before and there's nothing in the whole fucking world that could make you look away
and you're standing there and he's sitting there, naked as you've ever seen him, as you've always seen him, and he says to you, "i am not what you think”, but what you here is 'i am not who you think', and it's the middle of winter and you're clutching missing posters baring the face of your dead best friend, staring at the face of your dead best friend, still dead, always dead, never dead, right in front of you bloodied and golden, and you think that maybe, just maybe, like a little fawning dying thing, just maybe you aren't alone anymore.
[ID: a video of The Spirit Well cover against a black marble background, with gold fountain and heart-shaped fireworks surrounding the cover. The text at the top reads "Happy Release Day!!" end ID.]
Happy Release Day to The Spirit Well!!
This one was a hard one to write- sequels are tough! But it’s out there now!! And I’m going to a release party later today, so expect photos to come!
(Sorry, no nice blurb or polished post because I’m on mobile and found this in my drafts. I’m doing great today.)
it fucks me up that tolkien only died in 1973. dude has the vibe of a victorian scholar who wrote all his manuscripts by candlelight but then you look him up and realise that he knew what color tv was. what the fuck.