#IM SO STOKED ITS SO COOL

[nartothelar]

guys do you want to see the coolest thing ever

ehehe vintage 2000 thomas and friends mini moving keychain!!!

[wiltking]

new pride month playlist - grunge grime and gore edition. 49 tracks, 49 artists, one central theme with a big focus on small artists. made for chronological listening but feel free to jump around!

it's a fever haze, its a lustful fantasy. It's your worst nightmare and your most erotic dream. there's blood on your hands. you can't be sure it's yours. you can't be sure it isn't. there's a prickling in your brain you just can't shake. the dark will change you. the void will make you. the abyss is already within you.

dive into the a b y s s a l p r i s m.

[justicecaballer]

drove an hour out to buy a "vintage" snare drum from Some Guy so now i own a snare drum 👍

[deadallover]

Im laughing bc i found out one of the only "good" pokemon cards I pulled from childhood is one of the "chase cards", tornadus, from one of the worst regarded sets ever, emerging powers.

[todayisafridaynight]

sister saw me wearing the puffer that i use for my daigo cosplay since im cold all the time and sweaters arent enough and she was just like 'i really like it :) you look so. 👊💥' and after going What she was like 'you look real cool :) is what i meant :)' like thank you sister of mine youre too silly for this life

[handweavers]

been reading a book called geopedia: a brief compendium of geologic curiosities by marcine bjornerud on the plane and it's been reaffirming my belief that if i was better at math and if thinking about the true scope of earth's age and history pre- and post-human didn't make me feel existentially nauseous i would've loved to be a geologist

[kamikazikitten]

Taking a drive out to the lake tonight to see the northern lights!

[indiegame]

learned about sooo many native plants today! and got to see ones i've known about but never seen in person. also buy a few.

[fagmegumi]

i hate this city im always waiting for some fuckass bus🙄

[birb--birb]

Holy fuck is this what anime conventions are like? Because I'm in love

[piimpf]

ABSOLUTELY INSANE RECORD GRAB TODAY LADS

[jd-loves-fiction]

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐚

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sir Gawain x GN!Reader

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut + fluff

✦ 𝐰𝐜: 2.2k

✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Minors DO NOT INTERACT thanks. also DONT USE SALIVA AS LUBE THIS IS THE MIDDLE AGES WAAAAHH

✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Anyway I havent written anything in a hot second, especially smut, so i might've lost my touch but this man makes me insane. Hope its still enjoyable anyway and im working on some fluffy stuff as well whoop enjoy :)

Stupid quest. Stupid forest. Stupid rainwater puddle.

You didn't see it – you were too damn busy staring into those gorgeous brown eyes of his, lashes lowered ever so slightly in a way so tender it might as well have been what knocked you over.

“Oh goodness.” Sir Gawain exhales a second after the splash, arms reaching for you a little too late. Turns out he’d been lost staring at you as well. “A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I–” You start to deny it but think better of it. It’s Gawain, he’d know the answer just from looking at you. “I’m cold. And wet. And tired.”

“I see. Let’s find ourselves a place for the night, yes? The storm from last night might be coming back.” He tells you, reaching out a large hand to pull you up. You take it without hesitation.

Quickly finding yourselves a damp and dingy little cave to pass the night in, Gawain gets to work starting a fire as you shiver uncontrollably. 

“You know–” He begins, fumbling with two rocks and a handful of dryish branches, looking up at you for a moment, “You look good, all soaking wet.”

The warmth of his gaze sweeps over your form, lingering on your shaking shoulders, passing by the water dripping off your linen shirt and how your arms curl around yourself to keep the heat in – heat he stokes with that cheeky look, the quickness of his breath, the biting of his lovely, soft, bottom lip…

A spark goes off, catching fire to the branches, cutting the tension like a hot knife over butter. But it does not dissipate, the fire does not cool, it merely wanes to a simmer.

“I bet you’d look even better.” You blurt out, just to get the last word in before sitting by the flames, not entirely aware of what you’ve just said and where his beautiful, hasty mind would take your words. Then again, you’re much more concerned with not freezing to death.

“Trying to warm up with wet clothes isn’t going to do you any good. It isn't going to do anything at all, really.”

“What do you suggest, then?” You sigh, knees tucked to your chest, sitting opposite the dashing young knight.

“You should take off whatever clothes are wet and let them dry by the fire.” He begins shrugging off his thick wooly cape to lay on the stone floor beside him, “And sit close to me – we can share body heat.” he adds on quickly, as if he hasn't made his intentions with you clear enough throughout this journey already.

You’re not sure when it started, when his dark eyes began wandering, when his touches started lingering, or even when you started doing the same. But it’s clear to the two of you; the want– the need too transparent to hide. 

There’s more to it though, for you at least. It would be almost too easy to dive into him otherwise. Like a nymph’s bewitching calls into murky waters.

But it could never be that easy. Not with the one they may one day call King. That and his womanizinging reputation.

Expecting anything other than a purely lustful encounter out of this would be foolish to say the least, but perhaps you are a fool. Because the way he looks at you; the way he has been looking at you since– whenever you started noticing; makes you feel as if there might be a chance. 

So you do as he suggests, stripping down to the basics under his unwavering gaze, shuffling over to his side and nuzzling against him.

Questions swirl endlessly within your mind while leaning on Gawain's warm body, his shirt so thin you could almost perfectly imagine what he'd look like without it in your mind's eye.

But then, those eyes, clear as spring water in their intentions, cage you in with their stare and suddenly you feel as if everything must be laid out plainly, “What are your intentions with me, Sir Gawain?”

The look on his face nearly makes you regret it, fearing you may have offended him, but surely he’s aware of his reputation – surely he must understand.

After a beat he exhales with a slight smile as his large hand comes around to your shoulder, “Are they not clear?”

“Clear as they may be, I like things to be absolutely transparent, especially when it comes to men of your… caliber.” He hums in acknowledgement with a smirk, before it slowly slides off his face, replaced with a thoughtful expression so rarely seen it could be possession.

“I understand what you mean, love. But, in truth, I cannot answer you as of yet.” At the inquisitive look you give him he begins trying to explain himself, “It is that… Well, I am to be King somewhat soon, I assume. So it would be reckless for me to act as carelessly as I once did. But then also, I do not yet know what my intentions are – beyond tonight, that is.” Your face warms slightly at his suggestive tone as his hand drifts down your naked back, “All I know, is that you intrigue me. Greatly. If anything, I know– I feel as if… once will not be enough…”

A dark hand of long, slender fingers lifts your chin to meet his fathomless stare, looking deep into your eyes and beyond that – to your vulnerable soul. 

“I feel… the same.” You speak, suddenly breathless as your face nears his subconsciously, giving in to his siren call.

Lips meeting like a spark to a fire, a beginning. His hands wander over you, reverent, gentle, as yours grasp at the front of his tunic, urging him as close as humanly possible – as if close isn't nearly close enough.

The kiss grows fiercer, a push and pull of soft pink muscles attempting to gain control, before being forced to part, open around heaving breaths while eyes grow hazy with lust– no, yearning. Gawain draws back to shed that bothersome tunic before his hands attach themselves to your hips to pull you onto his lap. The ease with which he does it has you grinding down instantly, hands running over sweat-slick caramel skin.

His dark curls bounce as he tosses his head back under your movements, desperate for some control of the primal urges suddenly overloading his brain – to fuck you without mercy, to ruin you for anyone else – but no, that’s not how he wants this to go.

“God above, you're beautiful.” He breathes, hands stilling your hips to let his eyes sweep over your features slowly. The intensity of his gaze makes you squirm and the strength in his hands warms your inside more than the fire ever could. 

Burying your face in his gorgeous, exposed neck you speak so low not even God could hear, “Shut up and take your pants off.”

You feel him smile against your hair, laying a kiss against it before drawing away to do as you ask, somewhat clumsily, but earnestly all the same. Sitting still on his cloak, you watch him avidly, eyes catching on every new inch of dawn-hued skin revealed.

The singularity of the moment strikes you suddenly; back at the castle, amongst duties and expectations, this would never be possible – this calm, this undemanding rhythm. You have no place to be, no one to meet, so you can just be. Together.

“Where did you go?” He whispers, caressing your face with a softness undeserving of a knight’s strength, making your eyes focus back on his features and immediately surge forward to connect your lips to his, “Nowhere important.”

Gentle as a breeze Gawain lays you back, body between your legs and arms beside your shoulders. His prominent nose brushes yours softly, sensually as he parts your legs even further, “Good. I want you here with me. For this will not be a moment you’ll want to ever forget.”

“Oh,” You chuckle teasingly, back arching almost subconsciously against his warm, wide chest while his hips start moving against yours, “You’re sure of that, are you?”

“Your reaction tells me all I need to be sure.” He replies, so cocksure you’re suddenly reminded of who he’d been before the Green Knight had showed up proposing a ridiculous game – knowing he hasn't changed completely is oddly comforting.

“You talk too much… Sir.” You grumble in lieu of remaining silent and further inflating his ego, getting a raised brow at the tacked-on title.

“But you like it, don't you? Don't lie to me, it's unbecoming.” The corners of his lovely lips twitching with the effort not to laugh. Quick as a flash, your legs lock around his waist, pulling his center down to yours and he’s forced to take a breath from between his teeth as his long lashes flutter, “Like I said; you talk too much.”

Gawain bites his tongue – there will be plenty of time to get back at you once you’re mindless and thoroughly spent – he reasons. For now, he just needs to get you there.

One large hand settles at the base of your throat as his luscious lips travel down your neck in flickers of contact that have you arching against his firm grip for more. Soft as a feather, he pulls away your undergarments as needed to kiss at your chest; sweetly at first and then so wet and sloppy you’re left gasping and whimpering, hands grasping at his strong shoulders for purchase.

Grabbing you below the knees, he gently pries your legs open while kissing down your body until you're tingling and trembling all over wishing he'd just get to it.

“Gawain…”

“Hmm? Are you going to beg? Go on.”

You pout petulantly; no you won't beg, he'd enjoy that far too much. But you can, however, tempt him into doing what you want.

“Gawain…” you moan seemingly helplessly, nails brushing his skin making him shiver in delight, “won't you take me? It's clear you want to.”

“It's clear, is it?” He chuckles breathlessly, ceasing completely to just watch you and it makes you want to smack the back of his head in frustration.

Breathing deep, your eyes move over him carefully, appreciating every inch of delicious, exposed skin so many yearn to catch a glimpse of before…

“Gawain,” you raise an amused brow, surely he noticed… “Yes?”

Oh, he's far too good at playing dumb.

You raise yourself until your lips barely brush his, brown hues watching you closely down the length of his nose before your hand boldly presses down on his stiff cock and those eyes glaze over before rolling back in overwhelming delight, “I'd call this pretty obvious.”

Hand squeezing in pulses, you're granted a low groan followed by a deep sigh, “God, you're too much. I cannot– wait.”

Gawain's mouth devours yours, hungry as a wolf, pushing down once more while his lithe fingers graze the inside of your thighs, grinning at what he finds. Cheeks warming at how your mouth chases his as he pulls back, he gives his palm a full lick before wrapping it around his throbbing cock and stroking. The flames illuminate this length of his gorgeous neck like an old painting and your tongue longs to glide over it and follow the path of his sweat so deeply you almost miss him speaking, “Will you beg now?”

You groan most crudely, far over his games and his perfect face and his disarming voice and his damned haughtiness– your hand grasps the curls at the back of his head, delighting in his whimpered response, “Take me now or so help me–,” your not proud of the way your voice wavers but you’re both past that now.

Gawain’s lips connect with yours surprisingly softly, leaning his forehead against yours and lining himself up with your center, “Shh, I’ve got you, just relax.”

A kiss to your hairline is the only warning you get before he starts pushing into you, slow as can be and yet still you cry out at the feeling in between the kisses he places to your lips to offer some comfort.

“There we go, breathe for me. It’ll feel better soon…”

“Gawain…” You moan, clinging onto him as the bite of initial pain melts into pleasure.

Sucking on your neck, his hips sway against yours rhythmically, wavering only when your nails dig into his sides while moaning desperately in his ear, “Gawain please…”

“Now–” his breathing stutters while his hips buck suddenly, pressing a collection of whispered curses from both of your mouths, “Now you beg?”

“Just please fuck me, please.”

The way his cock twitches inside you tells all you need to know on how he feels about your words.

Curls brush the side of your neck as he reaches to bite at your lobe, grunting and moaning into it while speeding up his hips so much your own moans become stuttered and desperate.

As the end nears, Gawain presses his lips to yours, nearly missing in his eagerness, and opens his mouth as if to say something but no words leave him, only a loud moan of your name ringing across the cave just as your body does the same.

Your mind is eerily quiet as you come down, blinking eyes you don't recall closing and feeling the next king breathe against your naked chest while gathering himself. After a moment he raises himself on shaky arms to gaze down at you, hand reaching to brush a stray hair from your cheek and sighing as if suddenly, all is right in the world.

[iraprince]

I found necrotech99 a little while back, and i gotta say, i absolutely LOVE it!!!! the art, the music choices, the characterization!!!! ough, its all so so amazing and cool.... I've reread it at least 3 times now? its great, love it to bits, excited to see where it goes :D (and also to hopefully join in as part of the oss soon!!)

Also, ik u were talking about how it's been really info heavy at first, but i gotta say, i honestly love that!!! I've always been a big fan of comics where there's a lot to read as well, i think its fun that way. plus you're a really good writer, and your characters feel so *real* and *alive.* it's fantastic :DD

p.s. Dez is the second time I've seen chartreuse used so well, ur so swag for that.

p.p.s. more detailed glaive and veil strap memory when? (jk)(unless...?)

thank u so much!!!! yay it makes me stoked that ppl like it enough to reread it lol, when i try to even tho im excited abt it and i love my story i end up being like "URRERGH TOO MUCH" but also i guess that makes sense bc i already wrote it lol.

ps. thank u... now im curious about the other chartreuse contender...

pps. when u find the more detailed glaive and veil strap memory .mem :) it now exists in-world congratulations

[gingerjolover]

Imagine giving JB a little telecaster ornament for your first tree together 🥹

omgggg okay wait this is SO CUTE

little hc for ya

first off we all know how jb feels about christmas but I think if you liked christmas she would lit do anything to make you happy even if that means the entire house is covered in glitter and bows and christmas lights

im changing this slightly and saying this is the first tree in the new house! (canonically jules and soft!gf have moved to LA from Nash)

i feel like the house is still in slight disarra like its all ogranized chaos and munagenius has been helping as best they can get the two of yall settled yall moved right after tour so it was just one thing after another

i feel like julien was so revered this year but feels a lot of stress at home because she wants to make sure you're feeling appreciated and happy bc of the move and just how distant (geographically) shes been this year

yall have a big fake tree that you used to put in the front room of the nashville house that made its move to LA with yall

and julien has tried to decorate the house outside to the best of her abilities like her tiny ass was up on a ladder before naomi was like "okay dude get down and let me do it"

and once the outside is covered in lights and bows she moves to set up the tree

and you're a sight for sore eyes when she on a step stool wrapping the tree in pretty warm white christmas lights

"hey sugar," she says looking down at you, smiling widely as you approach

she steps down, planting kisses along your hairline as you nuzzle into her

"'got you somethin'" you mumble against her cheek, kissing her gently

"oh yeah? what's that?" she smiles, eyes twinkling as the lights reflect in her (baby cow) eyes\

and you're cheekily handing her a box as she leans against the stair railing, one ankle behind the other as she starts to unwrap the small box

she opens it and her jaw drops slightly, not because its an unusual gift, shocking, or even super extravagant

she just LOVES being known

and for context, i dont think your tree is ever super decorated, maybe there's some ornaments from your childhood or yall have pics of the dogs made into ornaments, there's definitely a queer joy one or some type of pride one, and your friends have also gotten you joke-y ones over the years

but this one is a beautiful mini telecaster ornament

and maybe you got it handmade so julien can lit feel the quality and weight as she holds it

and the back has like the two of your names or the year carved

and youre just smiling nervously because christmas is not the vibe for jb

stammering you're like, "it's just the first tree since being engaged and i thought you'd like it and its one that's just your own and its handma-" and julien is cutting you off pulling you into a deep kiss, dipping you slighty

her hand on the back of your neck, the other pressed against your lower back still holding the ornament

"it's perfect, you're perfect, i love it," she says pressing her forehead against yours

and youre still breathing heavy from the kiss being like "okay, yeah, cool..."

and jb is giggling before putting it back in the box, her hand resting on your ass to push you up onto the step stool

"okay its you're turn to do the wrapping im sick of this shit, im gonna hand the lights to you, yeah?" she says grabbing the line of lights

and you both just laugh, finishing the christmas decorations before the rest of the house is even finished

and then during your little holiday/housewarming party, people walk in and your house is so cozy and warm and beautifully festive, and julien is stoked to show her little telecaster ornament hung at the front of the tree

[bitesonmyneck]

Any of these gothic/slutty perfume brands or scents you'd recommend???

JUMPING FOR JOY AT THIS ASK

okay so disclaimer i haven’t tried all these myself (some of them are still shipping sigh), some of these are challenging fragrances, not every fragrance works with everyone’s skin chemistry, price point varies wildly, etc etc etc whatever. 🚨 i accidentally wrote a whole essay instead of just giving yall a list, be warned 🚨

for my taste in “gothic” perfumes i really use a pretty broad definition of the word “gothic,” but if you scroll through my blog a bit you probably understand the type of thing i like. i tend to like churchy scents or anything that leans towards something more melancholic.

les liquides imaginaires makes a lot of more subversive fragrances, but lacrima is my personal favorite. when i tried this one, i almost only smelled the incense on the opening, but as it dried down, it smelled like, eerily exactly what a catholic school smells like. now i didn’t go to a catholic school (god bless), but i did sing in a lot of catcholic churches and schools for the choirs i was in and it’s like a photorealistic recreation. i asked my friends who went to catholic schools to smell it and they all agreed. it’s that old, damp building that’s got faint trances of holy reverence and frankincense. lacrima’s notes are: elemi, benzoin, palisander rosewood, pink pepper, castoreum, and moss.

filippo sorcinelli has some fucking wild fragrances and easily some of if not the coolest bottles i’ve ever seen. i just bought a sample of reliqvia and im so stoked to try it. it’s supposed to be a very visceral depiction of the suffering of christ and also draws from very old, grand italian churches. like, the bottle literally has a nail from the cross on its design. stealing these from the website and not fragrantica, reliqvia’s notes are: (‘subject’: patchouli, incense, cashmere wood, guaiac wood, sandalwood / ‘counter subject’: orange blossom, scots pine, cloves, lentisk, amyris / ‘tail’: elemi, sweet orange, black currant, nutmeg, smoke notes, tobacco leaves).

relique d’amour by oriza l. legrand is another one i have on the way that im very excited for, although i admittedly know nothing about the brand. from what i can tell, its a combination of damp cellar and incense (old church yet again) and funereal lilies. someone on fragrantica said it smells like the mystic part of catholicism. very exciting to me. its notes are: (top: pine, herbal notes / middle: lily, incense, powdery notes, elemi, pepper, oak, myrrh / base: moss, woody notes, pepper, musk).

serge lutens is that girl for gothic perfume. depending on your niche, they have a bunch of really cool stuff, but tbh i wish the bottles had a little more swag. i got a sample of de profundis, which is supposed to be very melancholic. it’s got mums and soil and incense notes, which to me really just sounds like an actual funeral procession. people say it’s very hazy, almost phantasmic. its notes are: chrysanthemum, green notes, soil tincture, plum tree, and incense. i also picked up a sample of la religieuse, which like, i can’t even try and describe what the story behind this one. i just wanted one that was melancholic yet definitely feminine-leaning as opposed to unisex (although scents really should not be gendered. i’m just aching for some gender euphoria). its notes are: jasmine, musk, incense, and civet. also i got a sample of l’orpheline, which is described by others as being just very dreary. someone on fragrantica said that its cleanness reminds them of a freshly showered corpse. its notes are: black pepper, dry woods, and incense.

i can’t write much on this one because i just haven’t paid much attention to it, but i know funerie by pineward is pretty cool. it’s dead roses, smoke, cedar, and i am not kidding ! one of the notes in this perfume is blood ! the description is “rites of the dead, a shroud of bleakness. feasting fungi and wilted roses nestle atop charred pineboards and a base of heavy resins and incense. (a challenging perfume”. so i guess if you wanna smell like the ending scene from the vvitch this is probably the perfume for you. its notes are: dried rose, leather, incense, smoke, oud, myrrh, mushroom, cedar, tobacco, blood.

okay. huge, HUGE disclaimer for my sexy scents. by “sexy,” i do NOT mean shit that smells good and will make people want to sniff your neck until they’re drunk on your scent. i mean sex. tableaus of dirty fornication, unclean sleaziness, and fucking. these are pervy.

if any of this sounds appealing to you, marlou is your best friend. buy the sample set from them and enjoy. i personally have only sampled carnicure from them. but christ did i love it. to me, carnicure smells like masturbating and not washing your hands after, your smell only saved by faint traces of baby powder. like, imagine hooking up with a really toxic dude who wants to cum on your face and then doesn’t help you clean up, but then you’re late to something and hastily, sloppily clean up in the bathroom and only have time to save yourself by spritzing on his mom’s very vintage, powdery perfume. it’s not overpoweringly sleazy—i managed to get away with wearing it in public—but when i’d go back to smell my wrist, i’d get those beautiful, dainty violet notes, and then my lips would curl into a scandalous smirk at the raunchier notes. its notes are: (top: violet, orange blossom / middle: sandalwood, patchouli / bottom: musk, civet, labadanum). the other one i want from them is ambilux. dude, i don’t even know what to say about this one. one review (and god i love whoever wrote this, thank you “billy loom” on fragrantica) said it smells “as if i’m in the room when some of the most depraved images i’ve encountered in flickr are being taken.” so think teen boy stealing a girl’s dirty panties off the floor at a house party and draping them over his face while he jerk’s off, saves only by prettier notes of… someone said baccarat 540 ? werk. its notes are: (top: cumin, pink pepper / middle: incense, ylang-ylang / base: castoreum, costus, immmortelle).

scentsplit isn’t on my level of pervy perfumes, i guess, because i couldn’t get a sample of this one and the brand doesn’t sell a 1/2ml of it individually, but i NEED to try aftertaste by wile. there’s like barely information about it on fragrantica and i don’t even remember how i stumbled upon this one, so i’ll just quote the brand. “ash / leather / exotic saffron / musk / slick skin / disheveled nightstand. there’s something beautiful about a taste of such debauchery. the disheveled nightstand. slick skin gripping leather. a rose with a few too many thorns. disappearing into the shadows of deep and bittersweet musk, illicit and dark yet welcoming and warm despite its jagged edges. waking up to a familiar scent, yet unfamiliar face. a romance only recognized by a dinner. hard to dismiss, long after the taste.” from what i’ve heard, it’s definitely the most traditionally sexy of the perfumes i’ve listed here. still that immersive olfactory experience of having sex, but girly and hot. its notes are: leather, skin, ash, rose, musk, and saffron. i’m probably just gonna say fuck it at some point and blind buy it because something is wrong with me psychologically and i like this kind of thing.

[nightcityvngel]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @chevvy-ryder for the tag! Sorry I took so long to get to this. I kept thinking of it on every other day but Wednesday 😅 Tagging: You, yes you. If you are reading this and are working on something consider yourself tagged. (listen I never know who is cool with tagging, who's already been tagged and my mind just blanks out and suddenly I know no one when I get to the tagging point so general tag it is) I'm currently working on two things and trying hard to stick to those and not start 10 other projects. First one is The Sitting Collection Part 5!

I just gotta make the Wolvenkit project, check for anything that needs fixing and then get it out for preview pics. So the full thing should be up on Nexus in a little over a week. I really wasn't planning on making it just yet but I had some time to kill yesterday before other commitments and I have somehow gotten pretty fast at this so I finished all 18 of them today. I am very proud of myself considering part 1 took me like 2 months 🤣 The other thing, which I wont show a picture of cause its very much in the beginning phase, is Vngel's NPV so I can share her with others and also get to making my actual V and his story which deviates a bit from the original 2077 story. I'm stoked for that. Oh and im trying to finalize Vngel's lore so I can snap shots for that and get to posting her story.