Beyond Your Imagination

thirty-something-year-old journalist. pacific northwest kinda girl. literature, landscapes, jellyfish. Hockey Blog: halvedhab

[miamaimania]

"Rosie the Salmon" ~ Sekiu, Washington — painted wooden roadside mascot in pink skirt & sneakers ❀

[omtai]

Concerts will have you staring at the taller person infront of you and thinking Why were you born? Why? Why? Why?

[dzekdzek]

daily affirmations:

I am not a jinx to the team I am rooting for

I am allowed to watch a game because my viewership will not alter the outcome of the game

I am but a drop in the bucket and the world is not affected by me watching a game

The score did not change because you looked at it funny

[apolladay]

What category is your last name?

Son of some guy ("Johnson", "O'Brien", etc)

Job ("Smith", "Miller", etc)

Place/town ("Hill", "del Valle", etc)

Nickname/attribute ("Short", "Goodman", etc)

Hyphenated/multiple of the above

Other (describe in the tags!)

Unsure/results

Voting ended onJul 6

[toastbutteregg]

[handsomeboymodelingschool]

At the having a headache awards

[mercblues]

a car you used to drive can also be a kind of dead wife

[sikoi]

me looking up the definition of a word i totally know the meaning of i just have to make sure it didn’t change for some reason or i made it up

[anxeious]

[oncewild]

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

[gaynfl-moved]

what's your "if I won the lottery I wouldn't tell anyone but there would be signs" thing? mine is getting a fully green kitchen

[gaynfl-moved]

[gorillaz-girl]

This is one of the most beautiful things Gorillaz have ever done

[crabussy]

bagels for breakfast bagels for lunch toasting them good so they have a nice crunch. bagels in the morning bagel in the afternoon bagel big and round got me howling at the moon

[maureen2musings]

Steller's Jay

zachnicholz

[cryptotheism]

AND GOD SAID:

Sautee

that thing in butter and garlic

[everina-maxwell-updates]

Cover is UP! The stunning art is by @eliotbaum.

Call Me Traitor is the story of a living weapon fighting her way towards personhood and the awful lesbian she's doing it with. I keep calling it 'the sapphic Winter Soldier wizards' book despite being told we can't put that in the blurb.

STORY:

En is a weapon. Battle spells are carved into her skin, she’s trained to work through pain, and she’s magically compelled with loyalty to the archmagi. When she's sent on a mission to retrieve a group of infamous traitors from exile in a land of unpredictable and deadly magic, she's forced to team up with a common soldier to have any chance of success, or survival.

Tamol is a disaster. En isn’t fooled by the soldier’s silver tongue and good looks. Tamol is flighty, cowardly and the worst soldier En has ever met. But she’s also brilliant at magic and kinder than En has any right to expect. When she saves En’s life, it takes everything En has not to start falling for her. That is, until En discovers Tamol is one of the very traitors she seeks.

The empire never forgets. Years ago, the exiled traitors were just normal students with a vision for a better kingdom. They put their lives on the line fighting for it and lost. So they were exiled to the Far Peninsula to die. But now, the empire discovers the traitors may yet live, and they’ve unearthed something in the wilderness that the archmagi will pay any price to get.

But the might of an unforgiving empire isn’t the greatest force in all the land. Something monstrous is living in the Far Peninsula that does not discriminate between soldiers, traitors, and kings.

Out October! Preorders (every one of them highly treasured for obscure publishing industry reasons) are up here!

[avoliot]

So this is the book I have spent the last few years on! I think it's the best thing I've written. I am both nervous and hugely excited. Reblogs massively appreciated if that is your thing, and if you are inclined to preorder, they do help me out a lot with my publisher, but I completely understand that not everyone is in a position to. All interest treasured and appreciated!

(Also: HOW gorgeous is this art! I am unspeakably in love with it! How it captures these two idiots so accurately, and the incredible dawn clouds and the mountain and the sea. I pushed for Eliot Baum for the cover ever since he was among the initial artist suggestions because of the gorgeous way he does characters, and this both showed me that was the right choice and also completely blew me away. Highly recommend the follow: @eliotbaum. I am also a big fan of the title design, which is by Jess Kiley!)

[istascha-deactivated20260222]

my body is a machine that turns normal situations into psychological horror

[imjustmeat]

Oh, to be young, unleashed in a Barnes & Nobles with a fifty dollar gift card, buying whichever books had a dragon drawn on the cover.