OK. If you haven't noticed, I've been taking/am taking an extended hiatus to focus on my original writing (yay also ahhhh). Part of this journey is learning how to ask for help SO if you'd like to support my ongoing quest to get published, two things:
a) follow my writing socials (instagram) (bluesky)
b) subscribe to my newsletter*
I think my book stands on its own merits but it's kind of not the most marketable concept, and the industry right now is really conservative (in more than one way) so while having a strong social media following isn't necessarily REQUIRED for publishing fiction, I can't deny that it'll help.
Thank you. This was deeply uncomfortable to post for multiple reasons (jumpscare warning: my face & name). Also, I'm still on discord under the same username as this tumblr and fairly active there so you're always more than welcome to drop into my DMs and say hi!
*right now my plan is to use this ONLY for publishing notifications (if I get an agent, if I secure a publisher, cover reveal, ARC requests, etc.). If things get more complicated, I'll use a separate newsletter. I used to work in e-mail marketing and I hatehatehate e-mailing people, almost as much as I hate getting unsolicited e-mails.
One of these weeks, I swear Iāll actually post an update on a Sunday š I wanted to share, though, so here we are!
First order of business - I posted a fic a couple days ago! Itās another snowbaz oneshot also known as the fic where Simon wears jeans to sleep. Thereās a heart-to-heart and some Grimm family shenanigans.
I feel like Iāve shared so much of this fic in WIP posts that you could stack them together and basically read the story, lmaoābut, six sentences for the hell of it:
āI love you,ā I whisper.
āLove you too.ā Itās amazing to be skin-to-skin like this. It makes me push my luck, because Simon quickly follows up with, āFuck, your feet are cold.ā
āLoving me means loving my cold feet, Snow.ā
āWouldnāt have it any other way.ā
Second order of business - I usually like to post a Pride-related fic in June, and Iām in the mood to write firstprince or Arcane now since itās been a few weeks. If you have a prompt or an idea, please feel free to leave a comment, pop something into my inbox, whatever! I do have some ideas on the back burner which I could tackle, but it would be fun to hear from yāall, especially in the spirit of community.
Third order of business, under the cut - I havenāt done this in a while, so I thought Iād rec some fics Iāve enjoyed recently! Please lmk if I forgot someoneās Tumblr url.
Snowbaz - Recently reread Straight to Video by @cutestkilla, itās SO much fun, and Iām catching up on There are Monsters in the Wood by @artsyunderstudy, which yāall know is more on the achey side but just as amazing.
Jayvik - a matter of chance by obscurelittlebird; I donāt know what the venn diagram is for Bridgerton and Arcane viewers, but if thatās you, please give this a click!
Firstprince - Open Door at Own Risk by milschn really picked my day up, and of course, I just finished Stars, Skies, and Saturdays by @marzelgrimm, which was so beautiful and emotional and I canāt believe itās over??
Thatās all from me - hope youāre all having a good start to your week:
The whole gang made it out to pride this year and what better way to celebrate queer joy than with a proposal? Baz planned the entire thing, including the amazing speech he promptly forgot in the thrill of the moment. That's okay. Simon said yes before Baz could even get any words out anyway.
(Close-ups of details below the cut because I am SO proud of everything I made!)
Yes, Simon's overalls have functional buckles and a functional front pocket on the bib. Baz sports real pockets, as well as a magnet in his hand that allows him to hold the tiny ring box with the gold band. (It has a magnet at the base!)
I painstakingly hand-sewed every sequin on Shep's jacket, Niamh's got a functional sports bra under her tee and a functional rainbow belt, and I commissioned Agatha's top since mini-crochet is one of the few skills I have not picked up yet.
Happy Pride, y'all! May it be filled with friends, found family, and love.
Itās so hard to explain that Iām she/her ā¦ with an asterisk. I like men in a gay way and I like women in a lesbian way but Iām married to a man so most days I feel pretty she/her, I guess. I find they/them pronouns for me a little dehumanizing, but I donāt hate them. I donāt want anyone to call me Queen, but King doesnāt fit ā¦ I guess I just donāt like the monarchy? Only I can refer to myself as girlie. I HATE when people call me maāam or is that just a relic of our ageist/misogynistic culture? Today on my walk I felt the most nonbinary Iāve ever felt because I havenāt been perceived by someone other than my husband in awhile. I thought ā¦ maybe I do prefer they/them pronouns. Or am I just making that up? My husband prefers that Iām a woman, but he likes me best in a t-shirt and jeans, no makeup. My tits are fantastic. In high school, I tried to starve away parts of me, so I canāt say Iāve never been dysphoric. I was afraid of that scene in Sex and the City where Charlotte uses a hand mirror to look at her vagina. How much of me is me versus who society made me? I feel like I need to stand inside my gender to reclaim it. Am I just picking she/her because Iām a chronic people pleaser? Or am I unsure who I am because Iāve always struggled with that question? I literally went to therapy to figure out what I want and Iām still not sure.
Sorry. What was the question again? Oh, yeah. She/Her.
PENELOPEāS MAGIC IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE TO HER SO LONG AS SHE STAYS FOCUSED Iām sorry Carry On is never beating the āundiagnosed learning disorder due to bureaucratic neglect which leads to chronic burnout and depressionā allegations (itās me; Iām allegations)
thinking about a story I wrote back in college for a creative writing class where I had a nameless female character seduce and kill four men by burning them alive in the house they all shared & how I had to go back later and give her āa reasonā which made sense at the time but looking back I realize this was me channeling the hopelessness I felt at living in a world where, as a woman, the only proximity I had to living a male life was by sleeping with them.
Hello, and welcome to the Summer of Buddie Fic Rec Extravaganza!
Over the course of fifteen weeks, we'll be celebrating Buddie fanfiction in all its forms: getting together fics, alternate universes, outsider POV, canon divergence, long fics, hidden gems, and everything in between. Every Thursday from June 18th through September 24th, a new themed rec list will be posted featuring fan-submitted fic recommendations centered around Buck and Eddie.Ā
This event is designed to celebrate the incredible variety within Buddie fandom. Whether you love emotional hurt/comfort, soft domestic fluff, massive slow burns, weird little one shots that changed your life forever, or underrated fics that deserve far more attention, there is a place for all of it here.
Participation is simple:
Each week has its own theme and submission form, and anyone can recommend fics for that week's prompt. You can recommend your own work or someone else's, submit one fic or twenty, participate every week or only once, and rec old favorites alongside brand new discoveries. The goal is to spread love around the fandom and highlight as many incredible creators and stories as possible.
Submission forms will be open two weeks before the list is published, and will close on the Wednesday before.
The rec lists will include fic title, author, rating, archive warnings, word count, a short summary, and the recommender's comments where provided.Ā
Themes are intentionally broad and open to interpretation, so don't be afraid to get creative with your submissions. Works in progress, explicit fic, dark fic, podfics, alternate universes, and pre-canon stories are all welcome provided they are properly tagged and submitted in good faith.Ā
Follow #summer of buddie fic rec extravaganza! for news, updates, and rec lists.
Whether you've been here since season 2 or just discovered Buddie yesterday, we're excited to have you here. Happy reading, happy reccing, and welcome to the extravaganza!
Explicit, 4k, Complete, Buddie, Body Swap, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Dubious Consent, Zero Eddie Angst, So Much Buck Angst, Eddie is having the best time with Buckās cock and Buckās working through every strand of restraint he has left.
Eddie knows he shouldnāt be here, that it isnāt right for him to be lying on the bed where Buck should be sleeping.
Where is Buck, by the way? Shouldnāt he be here?
And why does Eddie feel ā¦ bigger? The sensation doubles when he shifts on his side, like thereās somehow more of him than when he went to sleep. His clothes feel different, the skin beneath them more sensitive. He shivers, goosebumps on his forearms which is weird because Eddie always runs hot.
Itās when he tries to stand up that he realizes.
Summary: What if Jack didn't leave right after the graduation kiss?
āThatāsā¦ uh. Thatās my phone. I shouldāā
āOne more,ā Bitty whispers into Jackās open mouth, his hands turned to fists in Jackās open graduation robe, asking a question Jack aches to answer. āOne more, please.ā
a fic by me for the @carry-on-au-fest (CO AU fest post here)
rating: T
Chapters: 2/6
Words: 3455/~15k
tags: superhero au (but more like ex-superhero AU); Batman AU; but more like life after Batman; Penelope Bunce is a Good Friend; Baz Pitch is Not the Joker; mentions of drinking and depression; non magical AU; despite this it is in fact a getting together meet-cute
based on this comic
Summary: Simonās in his thirties and suddenly unemployed. His old job had its downsides, but he felt useful, full of purposeāand he didnāt have to worry about pesky things like making more than one friend, or minding his personal safety, or even picking out his own clothes (the uniform might have been the best part). Now heās adrift, and he canāt even talk about itārevealing even an ex-Batmanās secret identity comes with some pretty hefty penalties, after all. But that shouldnāt be a problemāwhoās he gonna tell, anyway?
READ IT NOW! (IF YOU WANT)(HOPEFULLY YOU WANT)
thank you to @monbons and @bookish-bogwitch for the beta read! and thank you to @monbons for my gorgeous banner!
thank you to the mods of this super fun fest! more chapters to come when the fest is over.
It's a day off for me today and my Batman AU is on my mind. I'm trying to finish the final chapter and give Simon some rest. It's been hard, mostly because spending a lot of time with Simon on the (metaphorical but also sometimes literal) couch is always hard for me. I feel a lot of empathy for him in these moments, and it's hard not to feel what he's feeling. But also, I want some resolution for him, you know? I want him (me) to know there's light ahead.
It's just, in order to write that, I have to believe that there's light ahead, and sometimes it's hard to live in that space. I trust there will be light. I just can't actually see it and I can't write it.
But, I have a draft. No word if it works yet, it will probably need edits, but maybe that can get posted soon.
In other news, I tore through Thirty Love by Tom Vellner and that was a true delight. Highly recommend. And now I'm watching the French Open, which is pretty great, even though I still don't 100% understand the scoring conventions. I need to spend some time on Wikipedia to figure it out.
Under the cut, some Simon thinking about Baz and also tags.
Of course, if heās honest, in the back of his mind, Simon wonders if he might run into Baz at the Goat. Itād be cute, right? Very romantic-comedy of them. Itās about time the universe gave him some good fortune anyway.
He stops on the pavement.
Heās still alive. Itās possible the universe feels like heās gotten his fair share of good fortune at this point.
He pulls out his mobile.
