one more day, & we become one heart
burying old laughs in the hope rich soil
surely, surely this will make sunlight
worth swallowing again
(art by astrocrapp)
Hello there, my name is Yearly!
Minor
Cradle Catholic (side A)
T4T, Ve/He/They
Filipino, in Pacific Time
Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising
Enneagram 6w5
Ideal superpowers: probability control, time control, shape shifting (in that order)
Favorite animals: Gambian epauletted fruit bat, any true finch
(art by astrocrapp)
Mostly active on Twitter, mostly inactive on Tumblr
If we’ve talked for a bit you can ask for my Discord
Click here for my poem-a-day thread for 2021
(art by cath_leaf)
Media
Dimension 20 (show)
Our Flag Means Death (show)
Omori (game)
The Oh Hellos (band)
Shubh Saran (musician)
The Chosen and the Beautiful (book)
All Flowers Bloom (book)
Hobbies
Guitar/Piano
Theatre
Reading/Writing
TTRPGs
Map making
Singing :) poorly
Blender… 😒 💝
Staring at homework, uncomprehendingly
Cashtag: $timerecurring
Any donations will be only be used for the following:
Medical bills (keeping my prescriptions)
HRT/Transition
Gas
(Future) college tuition
Essential toiletries
Thank you 🤟
Voice Acting & Audiobook Narration
I can provide an expressive, clear, & distinct voice for your project needs! This can include audio dramas, book narration, comic dubs, & more. I’m open to most any proposal.
Details are as follows:
American English
Feminine &/or masculine, limited lower register
Teenage & young adult
Remote recording
Audio in a .wav or .aiff file
Basic clean up/editing (raw audio upon request)
No NSFW works
Rate negotiated based on project (usually $23.50 per 1000 words, around the SAG-AFTRA minimum)
Payment through CashApp (Cashtag $timerecurring)
I look forward to working with you!
“What Would Root”
By Katie FarrisWalking through a cathedral of oak trees
and bristlecone pines, scolded by squirrels
in their priestly black, their white collars
wagging with the force of their scolding, I
was struck, simultaneously, in both eyes,
by some sort of flying detritus—pollen or seeds—
and stopped to lean against a rock
to scrub it (I thought) away. It was May,it was May, it was May, and the air was sweet
with pine and Island Mountain lilac. The squirrels,
I mentioned them already, etc, and the lizards
ran down the spines of rocks like a bad feeling. I
could see everything: red-headed hummingbirds
dipped their beaks into the little red hoods of penstemon,
and I, a redhead, could hear everything: a red-crested
woodpecker, who was not offended I did not know his name.And I could see everything: it was all green, really;
even the red was anti-green, and though my eyes
ached from everything-seeing, I could taste the granite
in the spring (oh yes, I drank water from the ground; I
was wild, even then, though the squirrels scolded
me and tried to convince me I was not). Soon I crested
a rise; the land spread itself greenly for me and I
wished I had seed to toss into that green, just to seewhat would root. My right eye would not close to this
view; why would it; but when I reached up to touch it, I
felt that there was a twig emerging, and another from my
other eye; that they were a part of my body I could not doubt;
they were living and enervated and jutting out. I
sat down, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck,
understanding for the first time they were not hairs, but roots.
I could see everything; it was all green; the twigs in my eyestasted sunlight with my mouth; the roots drew the salt
from my sweat into their vacuum, and I was no longer hungry:
my metamorphosis had rendered me perfectly self-sufficient. I
could see everything; the roots in my skull shifted and I
lay down beneath my own branches. I had to wiggle a bit to
find a place to lay my head; the rock was very hard,
and I needed softer ground—yes, a place for the top
of my head to come off, to nuzzle into the earth, to drink.