Hi all! I've gotten quite a few comments and messages asking about STQPA, and I want to have a conversation about it, because I feel bad leaving people wondering what's going on with it.
The next chapter is still about 3/4 the way done, as I mentioned a few months ago - but, unfortunately, it might stay that way for awhile.
Not gonna lie, I had the wind taken out of my sails about halfway through writing the next chapter. I don't like to talk about negative things on my blog, but I will say, a large part of what made writing hard was the amount of discourse and drama happening within the fandom.
Even before all the horrible stuff with the creator came out, I was struggling to be as excited for GO as I have in the past. There is drama in every fandom, but I've been in the GO fandom for a long time - since I read the book in my teenage years - and I've never seen it like this. The amount of change that happened within the fandom, especially after the 2nd season, really took me aback. Most of it was good, I will say! I don't want to discredit all the amazing, wonderful people I have met since writing for GO. But the bad was bad enough to take me out of it.
And then when all the stuff with the creator did come out, that really dampened my already waning excitement. Not to mention, I've had some people that were, and still are, really, really angry at me for how long of a wait there was between chapters of STQPA, which has not helped.
This isn't to say I'm giving up on STQPA. Its one of my favorite stories I've ever written, and I still have all my ideas written down and ready to go when I feel ready. Maybe I will be in a couple months, maybe I will be once the 3rd season comes out, but as of right now I need some time.
Thank you, and I appreciate all he kind words that have been left for me over the last year or so. All the friends I have made while writing for GO have been amazing, and even if I'm distant from the fandom for a little while, I still love you all <3
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It’s right there in my bio- I’m literally afraid of everything. And the thing I am most afraid of is pushy men, men who assume that because they want to talk to you, you are obligated to respond. I’m afraid of them because my experience with such men has been very negative, because being polite or being impolite often has the same result. If I am not interested in replying to whatever overture they proffer, they get angry. And angry men truly terrify me.
So I’ve changed my settings- no more messages from random dudes who think telling me I’m pretty buys them a chunk of my time, and who won’t accept that my silence means that I really am not interested in pursuing conversations that have no foundation other than their interest in my physical appearance.
It’s just not ok to approach someone with a sense of entitlement. No one has to talk to you, answer your intrusive questions, or even acknowledge your existence, and becoming enraged because someone doesn’t want to get to know you is really not good manners.
Absolutely hilarious ask to get right after stepping out of therapy 10/10 no notes
To answer the question, currently thinking about how unappreciated fanfic authors are. Like I stg people are just like “I can’t wait to complain about and shit on this thing I get for FREE”. Like. C’mon guys. Fanfic authors are a pillar of fandom and yet people will whine and moan and gripe about the fanfics they read.
You guys know about most of my passions (writing, being dramatic in tags, reblogging funny posts) but do you know about this one: ranting to anyone who will listen about the batshit crazy things Mormons believe in
You know what sure. Lay it on me what did the mormons do this time
HELL YEAH
Well, here's something that happened more recently: So Mormons have their ✨magic underwear✨ they wear. They look like this:
If you are Mormon you are suppose to wear these at all times. The only time you don't wear them is when you are sleeping or showering. It's for modesty, they say. I left the church before I had to wear them (which, if anyone wants to know how I left the church let me know because it's a WILD story lmao) but they are apparently very uncomfortable.
ANYWAYS so these underwear are about modesty, right. And mormon people have always been very anti-shoulder showing. No tank tops allowed. People in the mormon church call them "porn shoulders" if you wear something that shows your shoulders.
BUT recently they changed the magic underwear, so sometime soon you'll be able to buy a version that has thin sleeves, so you can wear them with tank tops.
And you might be saying "Wow Kierra isn't that hypocritical of them?" and I would say - Yes! Very much so! But this is a big part of the LDS religion, the idea of "continuing revelations". See, the mormon Prophet (currently a man named Russel Nelson), unlike other religions, regularly communicates directly with God and Jesus. And because of this, he can received "updated" words of wisdom. This is why in the 70s, POC were suddenly allowed to enter the church, and the men allowed to hold the priesthood, because Jesus apparently told the prophet that he wanted to them to be able to after years of them being barred.
And you would think mormons would look at this and be like - huh, that's weird, why are the rules we've followed for years changing? But they don't! They always see this as a thing to celebrate, when God reveals new truths about the mormon ways.
So while the magic underwear changing might seem like a silly stupid thing, to myself and many others who have left the church - and some even in it, perhaps - its a slap in the face. I remember being thoroughly chastised for wearing a tank top on a hot summers day. For showing my "porn shoulders". I remember my bishop, a 70 year old man, telling me I need to cover my 12 year old shoulders because I might give men "the wrong idea" about me.
But now it's okay because of continuing revelations?
WOW SORRY rant over lmao. But yeah the mormon religion is MESSED UP and I could talk about it for hours.
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OH GOD this is hard. I think it depends on the fandom!
For Good Omens, it would be Though I've Done No Wrong, my "what if Aziraphale hadn't interrupted Crowley's confession at the end of season 2" fic. It's VERY angsty but also, so fun to write. And there are two chapters from both Crowley and Aziraphale's POVs!
For Hades, it would be Born to Ride. It's one of my more recent ones but OH my god I love it. I love it to death. It was so fun to write, it was so fun to read the reactions to it, I even got a couple messages from people who hadn't read anything Charmes related before that they loved it! Which made me all gooey inside.
In terms of original stories, a couple years ago I started writing a series of short stories surrounding a postal worker delivering mail in a long post apocalyptic world. She meets all kinds of strange characters who have rebuilt their lives and still need their mail, and she loves to travel, so she figured she might as well help some folks while she's at it. Very fun, very cute, but also very serene and contemplative vibes. I don't think it will see the light of day, but I occasionally like to add to it.
If I were to choose a favorite though hnnnnnnnnnnnnng probably Born to Ride. It's just so fun
As someone who has been on tumblr since the beginning of time, for anyone coming from TikTok: please don’t say unalived just say killed please god please
Hi! I'm ex-Mormon, too, and I wanna hear your story!
Fellow ex-mormon!! I'm glad to tell my story of leaving the church, though I'd also love to hear yours! If you're comfortable : )
(Buckle in, because I am, at heart, a writer, and that doesn't stop with personal stories, haha.)
I left the church at 15. Though, truthfully, I had started having doubts around 12. Doubts which plagued me, and made me feel guilt every time I stepped into a church.
But what really set my leaving into motion was a girls camp, when I was 14.
For any never-mormons out there, girls camp is where the girls in your church or your ward (ward being the specific time you go to church) spend a week of the summer camping, hiking, singing worship songs, doing general church things, etc. It is one of the only parts of being Mormon that I look back on fondly, because most of it was just spending a week bonding with girls your age.
Something else to note for this story - between the ages of 13 and 14 I had surgeries on both my feet (one and then the other) due to a tight achilles tendon that was pulling the bones of my feet in weird directions. So during this particular girls camp, I had a boot on my right leg, and I had just barely gotten clearance to be able to go. My doctor was hesitant, before ultimately saying I would be fine if I took it easy - but not before warning me that if I didn't, and I tore my achilles back open, it would take double the time to heal.
With that, I headed to girls camp. A 5 day retreat up in the mountains between Utah and Idaho, where I unfortunately had to sit out a lot of the activities as they involved hiking, swimming, or running. Even still, I was glad to be there.
It was the end of the 3rd day when it happened.
I remember it had been cloudy all day, and the girls camp leaders warned there could be a storm. Still, as the sun started to set, they set us out on a spiritual walk (which, for non-mormons, is something they sometimes do where you walk down a trail, and along the way there will be church leaders who will talk about scripture verses or tell stories from the Bible. I've also heard it called a "god walk" or a "walk with God" before).
As we walked slowly down the trail, the sun now completely hidden behind the mountains, the wind started to pick up, and in the distance, thunder boomed. And yet, the leaders were determined to finish the walk. Even in the dark we kept going, even as a storm picked up around us.
What happened next, I remember vividly. All us girls were huddled together, walking in unison toward the end goal. And then, two things happened, one after another - a loud crack came from above us, which drew our attention toward the mountain beside the trail we were walking, and then a flash of lightning, which illuminated a large birch tree, falling, heading right for our group.
After that, everything is a bit of a blur. I remember being shoved by one of the leaders. There was shouting and screaming as everyone darted in opposite directions. I remember stumbling forward from the shove and hitting the ground, only to look back and see the tree landing right where I had been moments earlier. And then I remember, as the shock wore off, a sharp pain going through my recently operated on leg.
Everyone was yelling, but in the midst of it all, someone checked on me, and I told them I had hurt my leg. A group of the girls picked me up, and we all ran back to our cabins. It was a mess. Everyone was crying, my leg was in pain, the church leaders were trying to calm everyone down.
Luckily, no one ended up beneath the tree.
But in the midst of it all, one of the church leaders got everyone's attention. She said, through her tears, that we were so incredibly fortunate to have experienced what we just did. That what we had just gone through was a divine act. She said God had saved us from the tree. He had reached his hand out for us, and we needed to pray and thank him.
I remember, in that moment, my guilt turning to anger. I closed my eyes as if to pray with everyone, but inside, I was screaming. I remember thinking - why didn't God stop the tree falling at all? Why did I have to get hurt? Why did I now have to suffer the consequences? My leg ached, and I knew for sure that I would now be wearing that boot for far longer than I was supposed to.
I had so many feelings, but I didn't voice them. Not yet. My mom ended up having to come get me, and I ended up needing another surgery to fix what had been broken, adding to my recovery time, and costing my parents more money.
To add insult to injury, the next day, after I was gone, the group of girls who experienced this traumatic event with me all gathered around the fallen tree, and the church leaders took a picture of them. Three weeks later, they gave us all a copy of the photo, framed, and marked with the title "The Miracle of the Tree".
I was frustrated, and that picture only made it worse. But I kept trying. I kept going to church, hoping that it would soothe my anger. I tried for another year, until at 15, I approached the same church leader who initiated the prayer that night, and told her of my feelings. I expected her to have sympathy, and that she would tell me something that would put me on the right track.
Instead, she looked at me as if I was disturbed, and told me I need to go home and have a long prayer, and think about what I just said. That if I doubted God after this obvious miracle, there were some things I had to think hard about.
It was almost a relief, in a way. Her dismissal of my concerns cemented what had been lingering in my mind for years. I nodded, and even though there was still an hour of church left, I walked out. And that was the last time I went to a church service.
