Life Aboard the Tangled Axon

Bits and baubles written or collected by fiction writer and chainmailler Jacqueline Koyanagi, author of Ascension: A Tangled Axon Novel.


This Tumblr will be full of queer things, doggy things, writerly things, and all the other things I think are awesome. Because that's what Tumblr is for.


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little-yogi:

It’s a cute little thing though.

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icecooly94:

teacupnosaucer:

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because “Who hired a stripper” shouldn’t be the first thing said to me when I walk into a welding job.

women in trades are treated like such fucking shit. 

NO I’M STILL STUCK ON THIS WHY WOULD ANYONE SAY THIS TO A WOMAN HOLDING A BLOWTORCH

icecooly94:

teacupnosaucer:

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because “Who hired a stripper” shouldn’t be the first thing said to me when I walk into a welding job.

women in trades are treated like such fucking shit. 

NO I’M STILL STUCK ON THIS WHY WOULD ANYONE SAY THIS TO A WOMAN HOLDING A BLOWTORCH

This is the language of privilege – the audacity of standing at the top of a mountain you made on the backs of others and then yelling at people for being at the bottom. If it’s not the intangible Market that’s to blame, it’s the writers of color, who maybe don’t have what it takes and don’t submit enough anyway. Read the subtextual coding here – the agent first places the onus of change on the folks with the least institutional power to effect it, then suggests we probably won’t be able to find the time (i.e., lazy) to master the craft.
Author Daniel Jose Older on Buzzfeed, responding to this panel of literary agents discussing the lack of diversity in publishing. (via tubooks)

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acutestyle:

Phineas Cole Spring 2014

The double-breasted waistcoat.  

I need all of these in my wardrobe.

(via lala-butt)

healiing:

you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. you’re allowed to be kind to yourself.

(via blessedharlot)

I was asked in an interview once: You’re writing another book with a female lead? Aren’t you afraid you’re going to be pigeonholed? And I thought, I write a team superhero book, an uplifting solo hero book, I write a horror-western, and I write a ghost story. What am I gonna be pigeonholed as?

Has a man in the history of men ever been asked if he was going to be pigeonholed because he wrote two consecutive books with male leads? Half of the population is women. I lose my temper here. And it’s certainly not at you. It’s just this pervasive notion that “white male” is the default. And you have to justify any variation from it.

‘Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star,’ I said. ‘It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.’
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun  (via childoflust)

(via lifeinpoetry)

do you love anyone?
tangledaxon tangledaxon Said:

zdk13eros:

I am awakened.Yes!

chikittyxo:

submariet:

The kakapo is one of the rarest parrots in the world:

It’s flightless
It’s the world’s heaviest parrot
It’s possibly the oldest living bird and
It has a subsonic mating boom that can travel several kilometres

it doesn’t even walk

it GALUMPHS

there is literally no other word for what this precious moss potato is doing

precious moss potato

(via bleubow)

tangledbeast:

A lycanthrope transforms in front if his friend for the first time.

"Oh my god." says his friend, "You just turned into a wolf."

"Yes," he replies, "I am a were."

(via featherfooted)

boogedyboogedyboo:

interstella-cosplay:

A teensy bit late but here are our Halloween Costumes for this year:
The Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus

http://darjeelingtealeaves.tumblr.com/ as Mary Sanderson

Nailgunink-cosplay.tumblr.com/ : Sarah Sanderson

http://motherfuckingpterodactyl.tumblr.com/  as Winifred Sanderson

Why isn’t this the most reblogged picture

(via seiminuet)

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair,
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XI” (via lifeinpoetry)

Reminds me of Nova.

(via 110oz)