It’s Twelfth Night, so technically it isn’t too late to post my traditional Christmas pictures!
Here’s Fae Fae’s fancy tree:
Tell him he looks very handsome in it. *Side-eyes your non-traditional cut-out shapes. Dinos, lobsters…IS THAT A MANATEE ON THE LOWER LEFT OF THE COOLING RACK?
Princess Poofytail being a boy is like marigold/Mr Gold in Gently til twilight 😊 miss your updates, but given the general burning of the world it’s absolutely understandable.
It is, isn’t it? I didn’t think of that! LOL
My New Year’s resolution is to start writing again, so hopefully you won’t have to wait too much longer for updates.
It’s Twelfth Night, so technically it isn’t too late to post my traditional Christmas pictures!
Here’s Fae Fae’s fancy tree:
The commodore has an exciting announcement.
“The Rutabaga”??? May I ask what inspired that name? Do you call them Rooty for short? Baggy?
They came from the shelter with the names Rudy and Bailey, and I didn’t want to change it up too much, but I’m not a fan of the name Rudy. So, she became Rutabaga-- Roo or Baga for short. She also tolerates being called Veggie, Veggie, Cat, Cat (props to anyone who understands that reference).
Funny sidenote: It turns out that Princess Bailey Poofytail is actually a boy. She enjoys being called a pretty princess though, so we’re rolling with it. Also, her tail isn’t really poofy. She was just totally freaked out for the first three months, but by the time I realized that, the name had stuck.
The 2020 U.S. Presidential Election explained via professional wrestling.
Had to do it to em
The commodore has an exciting announcement.
Tumblr rolled out a new update while I was gone, didn’t they? I can’t find anything.
If you feel less than 100%, and you haven’t had your thyroid levels checked in the last year or so, you should look into getting that done. Thyroid problems can disguise themselves as lots of other issues, including mental health issues.
I thought I felt lousy because the stress of the world turning to shit was exacerbating my depression and anxiety, but it turns out my thyroid was totally borked. So, even if you’re sure you know why you don’t feel so great, it might not be a bad idea to get a quick blood test.
Hi guys! Straggle sent me a message to let me know you all were thinking about me. I’m sorry I worried you! I didn’t realize just how long it had been since I posted anything. Did I miss anything exciting?
“Absolutely not.”
Belle didn’t so much as blink as she straightened the wreath she’d just hung on the pawnshop’s front door and smiled at the circlet of pastel Easter eggs accented with sprigs of dried flowers. “Doesn’t that look pretty?”
“No.” He could almost tolerate things like Christmas and Valentine’s Day, but Easter didn’t even make sense as a holiday.
Blithely ignoring him, Belle returned to the counter to unearth more decorations from the canvas bag she’d brought to work with her, pulling out a pair of carved wooden rabbits with cloyingly sweet expressions like a magician pulling a different sort of rabbit out of a hat. “Where do you think we should put these?”
“Back in the bag.” Clearly, Belle had learned her lesson about letting him help with decorations last month because she quickly side-stepped when he reached for the pair of rabbits.
So, I’ve been called back in to work because there’s nothing more essential than money! Based on what I accomplished today, my life is worth slightly less than eleven thousand dollars. I suppose it could be worse.
For the foreseeable future, I’m saying that Silver is on hiatus. That doesn’t mean there won’t be updates, but when they come, it will be a lovely surprise.
I’m sorry, guys. I’m just So. Fucking. Tired.
The commodore is getting his fancy on too.
The nice thing about the world ending is that I’ve finally given myself permission to eat all the fancy stuff that I buy and keep in the freezer forever because I feel like I should save it for a special occasion. So far this week, I’ve eaten Thai green curry mussels, seafood paella, and rack of lamb.
Tonight I had Spaghetti-O’s, but they were shaped like Super Mario Brothers, so I’m still fancy.
Gold lightly trailed his finger down the bridge of Belle’s nose and over her plush lips to the point of her chin before lifting his finger and starting over, this time tracing the side of her face from her temple to her jaw. When her eyelashes fluttered, he stopped, not wanting to wake her from a well-deserved slumber.
He’d always had an appreciation for art, but until he met Belle, Gold hadn’t understood what a masterpiece truly was. Although he’d admired form and technique, he’d never allowed his emotions to be stirred. Belle, as was her wont, had changed everything. Her skin was soft beneath his callused finger, her face exquisite in its beauty, but the perfection of her physical body was almost irrelevant. It was her spirit that he loved, the way she made him question all of his deep-rooted cynicism. She didn’t just engage his intellect, she stirred his soul.
“You’re looking at me.”
Heey Nachton, maybe an out of the blue question, but can you swim?
I won’t set any speed records, but I can keep myself afloat. Is there a reason you asked?
I know it’s a global pandemic, which means I might never know how Silver ends — but you should know that you’re my favorite author and I’ve reread your work more than anyone else’s. ❤️
Thank you! Hopefully the pandemic won’t wipe either of us out!
