hello, dreamer!

i’m tiffany bee

but you can call me ty, or shady…
whichever version of me you bumped into first ˙ᵕ˙

i’ve been writing online since i was twelve: inuyasha fansites, anime forums, angsty livejournal spirals… and i never really stopped.

this blog is just the grown-up version of that: a soft archive. a breadcrumb trail. a way to remember who i am when everything gets too loud.
and a place where i can overthink and pretend its content •̀⩊•́

i write about content creation and grief,
video games and identity,
productivity, purpose and emotional fog.

you’ll find blog posts here that are: messy, thoughtful, maybe a lil too personal and sometimes structured like a to-do list scribbled on a napkin at 3am. i also build tools: templates, and creative workflows for neurodivergent, nostalgic folks like me: the ones trying to turn chaos into something meaningful.

if you’re here to wander for a few hours in something cozy and maybe secretly functional… you’re in the right place.

here for whimsy or work?
read my story
see my media kit

how i got here

i didn’t know it was a path ’til i looked back. . .

i was always documenting, even before i knew what for.

just a camera, too many feelings,
and a vague sense that i was supposed to be making something.

in my early 20s, i was all over the place… bouncing between cosplay events, punk shows, and party scenes. i brought my DSLR everywhere, just to have a reason to be there. i kept saying i was working on something: a blog, a show, a podcast.. but really, i was just trying to find where i fit.

eventually, i burned out. the constant performing, chasing attention, trying to be someone worth following… it got exhausting.

so i left the city and moved to the mountains.
i thought changing my environment would fix everything.

but then it got quiet.

and in that quiet, the real questions started showing up:
what am i doing with my time? who am i doing it for?

that’s when things unraveled… grief hit, my spiritual life cracked open, and the person i used to be didn’t quite fit anymore.

i stopped cosplaying. not because i stopped loving it, but because i didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. she felt like a version of me that didn’t know how to rest.

so i started over.

i began building small things that felt honest.
sharing the messy parts: systems that made my life easier, rituals that helped me feel safe, spaces online that felt like home.

i stopped trying to be impressive and started trying to be real.

eventually people started saying:
“same.”
“thank you.”
“i needed this.”


and i realized… i needed it too.

i saw the angel in the marble
and carved until i set him free

– Michelangelo

room tour + Setup

everyday life

i really do be chillin tbh…

powered by strawberries & lakeside strolls

i spend an awful lot of time at my computer: managing socials, calendars, and inboxes for small businesses and creatives… or spiraling out on my own projects.

working for myself can get lonely (it’s usually just me and a zoom call or two)
so i started hosting coworking streams on twitch…
turning screen time into a shared ritual for anyone who needs a lil focus magic.

all this blue light shrimp posture time has officially made me
one of those people who count down the days ‘til their next big hike.
i’m working up to my first overnight backpacking trip.

in the winters i go stir crazy, but then my adventuring turns inward and out comes the makeup, the online performances, the creative spirals.

i’m 5 years sober and traded in my wine obsession for “my children are my pets” energy. your kid is on the honor roll. my dog is a canine good citizen. we are not the same ?

fun facts

& lil tidbits

based in western nc

can’t get enough of that mountain magic

♊︎☀️ | ♐︎? | ♈︎↑

existential monologue but make it cute

enfp﹢manifestor

launches the vision, forgets the laundry

disappearing for an extended period of time and eventually coming back ✨different✨

i collect dolls and plushies (:

but if this is a red flag to you…
then i fear THAT’S a red flag to me ?

i would have a little animal rescue sanctuary out in the appalachian country side and spend my time with horses, chickens, alpacas and other critters in need of a little love

my fluffy companions

she’s a moxie girl….
M O X I E

half husky / half pit / all heart.
rescued me as much as i rescued her.
she’s full of sass and always ready for a lakeside quest.

tostito bandito the frito burrito
T O A S T Y

flame point siamese / lost a leg, kept the drama.
anxious, cuddly, and just a little unstable.
whipped cream addict & birdwatching enthusiast

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