#iprayforangels

Absolutely! ❤️ Thank you, darling

infatuation; first crush?

I didn’t recognize this as a crush until I got older and realized I was gay, but when I was really little (ages 3-6) I had a crush on my aunt’s girlfriend. She was thick and butch, with dark hair and a great laugh. I remember thinking in my tiny baby brain that she was MY girlfriend because she gave me granola bars when my aunt said it was too late, and she carried me on her shoulders and let me take naps on her. 

I still see her nowadays even though they’ve been broken up for almost two decades, and I get flustered remembering when I had a puppy crush on her lol

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received?

51. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where?

Not yet, but I have two I might get in the not-too-distant future. One I’ve wanted for a while with some little animals representing different major parts of my life. A Peacock for my home town, where feral peacocks were common, a goose for the town I went to college in, that constantly had geese around, flying at night in the dark, and terrorizing my apartment complex, and a bison for my Ranger life right now. Maybe an Okapi or a rat for my time at the zoo.

Then a couple of my most excellent friends and I are trying to get a group geology tattoo that says “oh please accept beans” for steps on Bowen’s Reaction Series. Speaking of which I should be doing sketches for that!

74. Favorite costume you wore for Halloween? How old were you?

Okay, so @23rdhunter​ also asked me this, and honestly I never really liked dressing up for Halloween. It always made me very uncomfortable and self conscious, and I hated talking to people about my costumes.

Looking in family pictures as an adult though I really like the pictures from my first Halloween where I was dressed as an eggplant and it was just like a big purple sac and a green knit cap which was very silly.

12: Favorite flag(s) visually?

i like the bi flag! sunset pretty vibes 

22. Favorite LGBT+ celebrity or historical figure?

Oh hell yeah, thanks for the ask, Jack! ❤️❤️❤️ These are in no particular order -

1. “Hold still-” Eliza’s sweet voice hardly softened the sting of cold cloth against Rosalind’s swollen cheek. She flinched, squirming in the Mr. Carpenter’s chair. She groaned miserably as the pain radiated from her cheek bone through her eye and forehead like lightning striking damp earth. Miss Carpenter’s features twisted into a sympathetic scowl. “Rosalind Jones if you don’t stop being a baby and let me clean this, it’s gonna get infected.”

- from this Sisterhood of Blood short

2. How long had they been dancing? She couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want to look at a clock for fear that the night would be over sooner than she wanted. Leaning down, she pressed her nose against the top of her head and drank in her scent. A sweet floral perfume that Ruth doused her in earlier that fit her well, and only a hint of soil from digging around her garden that morning. For just a moment, she envied god for knowing exactly how many hairs graced her head. For knowing her every thought at any given moment.

       But Rosalind also wondered if god envied her just then, too. That it was she who got to hold his greatest creation in her arms.

- from this Sisterhood of Blood excerpt

3. Kit’s lips were so warm and soft. The calloused thumb brushed over her cheekbone and up into her hair. Emily couldn’t think straight. She reached out, touching the collar of her flannel and grasping at it in an attempt to ground herself. The two of them shifted until their bodies were flush against one another. It wasn’t until she pulled away and chuckled that Emily realized she was holding her breath the whole time..

“Breath.” Kit grinned, touching a finger beneath her chin. She nodded, blowing out a sharp breath. The heat in her cheeks spread to every digit of her hands and toes. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about this.”

- from my Christmas novella, available in full here

4. Caleb sighed, tucking his gun away and looking at his once pristine snake skin boots. Blood splashed on them and no amount of wiping them against the cobble stone could clean them. Red flecked his cream suit.

       “As God punishes his enemies, so shall I. I’ve come to provide for you.” He gestured broadly at the widows and cowering children. A handkerchief was procured from his breast pocket to wipe the blood from his face. “To make this town prosperous! Be glad, my friends, I am your savior.”

- from this Sisterhood of Blood excerpt

5. Fingers slid down Kit’s arms, running along the smattering of freckles sprinkled along her skin. So cute. And so kissable. Without really thinking, Emily leaned forward and pressed her lips against the top of her shoulder. It shuddered. Looking up, Emily could only see the curve of her jaw and cheek. She didn’t seem to get much of a reaction, so she let her lips glide along Kit’s shoulder until it reached her neck. She gave another shudder and this time a sniffle.

And I saw it in a dream Monuments to trees As the air we breathe turned our lungs to dust And the redwoods so tall And all their awe Began to rust

Echo by Mandolin Orange