To paraphrase Descartes: I ship Everlark, therefore I am.
Pansycakes need not apply.
I only have 4 moods:
- fuck this
- fuck that
- fuck me
- fuck you
I empathize with the above, but I have an additional 4 moods to add:
- fuck yeah
- fuck no
- fuck my life
- fuck everything
and don’t forget the inevitable
- fuck it
and for those who have just given up
this is beautiful
A little thank-you treat :)
I know the past week and a half have been sparse on here and manic in my real life, so this little present is vastly overdue, but belated gifts sometimes make for the best surprises, right?
Many of you have reached out to support me in my new healing ministry endeavor, whether by donating funds, reblogging my fundraiser posts, or offering prayers, well-wishes, or simply positive thoughts, and much as I’d like to give each of you a plump goody-bag bursting with thank-you treats, I’m currently clinging to my last $50 and watching the week creep (far too slowly!) toward Friday. :P So I got this crazy idea that what you all might really like, even more than very good coffee and jars of cookie butter, is another bit of When the Moon…………
What follows is the second scene from the still-in-progress Ch 12 (the preceding scene is here, if you haven’t seen it yet or want to reread it for some context before starting this one). You’ve seen a couple of tiny tidbits from this sequence already, but the bits in-between just may contain spoilery stuff. ;) Consider yourselves (affectionately) warned.
ALL DOGS SEE YOU AT YOUR MOST UNFLATTERING ANGLE WHERE IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE TWELVE THOUSAND CHINS AND THEY ARE STILL SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF THAT THEIR ENTIRE BODY VIBRATES, HOW GREAT IS THAT?
My favorite thing about tumblr is following peoples personal storylines. Like when somebody I follow finally goes on a date with the person they like or comes out to their best friend or finishes a huge homework assignment I am literally on the couch pumping my fist and being really happy for them