Just some of my favorite work.
Hopefully I’ll be able to sell some prints over the summer.
-S. Mash
I might be crying like a bitch because holy shit guys this dog let me hold him like I do ginger (with this butt in my lap and his head in my chest - and then he moved because I was moving too much trying to write this) and fuck he is such a good boy and NOBODY ELSE DESERVES HIM BUT ME. I DESERVE ALL OF HIS CUTE LITTLE SNUFFLES AND SNORTS AND HIS LITTLE NONEXISTENT TAIL AND THE WAY ONE OF IS EARS DROOPS BECAUSE THEY HAD TO REMOVE SOME CARTILAGE WHEN HE WAS A PUPPY
BUT EVENTUALLY I WILL HAVE TO GIVE HIM UP AND IT MAKES ME SAD
EDIT: HE ALSO LOVES BUTT-SKRITCHES.
(Source: maudit)
From “I am going to murder you little good for nothing meddling kids” to “CUNT, DON’T TOUCH MY BABIES” in .02 seconds
I will never not reblog this.
always reblog
(Source: ilickoldpeople)
Also yeah I got here just in time for Tropical Storm Beryl.
If it hits Punta Gorda I will shit an entire house in pure joy because fuck I love weather and I’ve never been able to experience a hurricane before.
my mom just walked in, sat down in my chair, and told me in a very scholarly voice “something to remember during gardening is to always, always pay close attention to what you’re doing…
…because you may just find a penis rock”
then she handed me this
my life me
A very small bit of something I’ve been working on for several years. This is the third version of the story, and the most recent.
I’ll put more about it here later but now I am lazy. This obviously isn’t a WHOLE chapter, but the first page of one.
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Determinism
Chapter One: New Butter
I tucked my white shirt into my slacks with three swift movements, bringing myself up and lifting my arms to test my handiwork. The shirt lifted up slightly, but settled nicely once my arms were down. I deemed it acceptable and continued dressing, throwing on my waistcoat and tailcoat and buttoning them quickly. I lamented that I hadn’t had time to cut my dark brown hair, as it was nearly to my shoulders and looked unprofessional; I combed it back and behind my ears, hoping no one commented.
Normally I didn’t need the whole three-piece ensemble, but tonight was special. Tonight was a tailcoat and shined shoes night.
Tonight I could die, and I wanted to look my best.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, which had a hairline crack running down the middle, and smoothed the front of my coat. The crack split my face in two, slicing right between my eyes and making the yellow spotting my brown irises more noticeable by comparison. The light from the candle sent shadows dancing across my face, over the hollows that had been carved into my cheeks from stress and overworking, over the slightly upturned nose someone once told me I had inherited from my mother.
“Halfway decent,” I said to myself, and walked out of the bathroom, taking the candelabra with me.
The hallways were mostly dark as evening fell and the others blew out candles and shut off the few electric lamps we had – no sense wasting power or wax when there were few who needed the light, especially with most of us traveling to the palace tonight with the master.
The master himself was being dressed by the triplets in the sitting room. The three handmaids moved parallel to each other, working together silently to button shirts and coats and slip his feet into his shoes. I cleared my throat as I approached, and they stepped back in unison and looked at me, receiving my withering glare wordlessly. With a flick of my head, I sent them scurrying to another task.
“I wish you had waited for me,” I told my master, who did not take offense when I said such things, when other demons would have lashed me for it, or at least snapped at me to mind my delicate place.
Instead he chuckled. “I was not going to sit here twiddling my thumbs.” He lifted his chin to allow me to finish tying his thin loop of a bowtie, the only task the triplets had left me with. “Besides, we are expected to arrive soon.”
There was one last thing to do before we left for the banquet – I stood still as Master removed the thick leather strap around my neck, and replaced it with the fancier, less practical black satin collar, which was more likely to break during my daily routine and leave me seizing alone in a hallway. I bent at the waist to allow him to better see what he was doing. I was nearly half a foot taller than he, though due to no fault on his part. I was taller than most, and slim like a whip. Other demons often congratulated Master on having a butler with such an appropriate appearance. Few of them had seen me during adolescence, before I had grown into my height and had been all limbs and no substance. It was a wonder I had survived, considering how many times I had tripped while carrying something.
“This one is much better,” Master said absently, stepping back to admire the collar.
He stood there for a moment, until I reminded him that we were expected soon. As we prepared to leave, I called to any of the servants who could hear me, “I expect those who are coming to arrive before us and be waiting for me in the kitchens!” It would not be hard for them – we were traveling in the master’s town car, and most of them could fly.
I held Master’s coat and waited for him to slip into it, though he rejected me when I tried to button it for him. “Just get the door, Fellow,” he said, his hands slowly but steadily working the buttons as he bent his head in concentration. He had not aged well, though he had celebrated his five hundred and sixty seventh birthday only a month before. I remembered. We had prepared salmon.
The air outside was bitterly cold, turning the day-old snow on the ground hard. I held the master’s hand as he stepped out of the house, and helped him down the three steps from the stoop to the street. His fingers gripped my gloved hand tightly, almost enough to hurt and enough to feel desperate. I did not let it go until he was safely in the back seat of the car, and hurried to the other side of it and slipped in as well.
“You know where to go,” he told the driver, settling back into his seat and closing his eyes.
I sat back as well, and tried not to think about what might happen tonight.
there you go
*huuuurrs into the sunset*
salamanderperch replied to your post: Also on the plane ride I was able to bang out a…
I WANNA KNOW…CAN YOU SHOOOOOW ME…….
yeah hold on
Also on the plane ride I was able to bang out a page and a half of Determinism, which is like a shit load since I write slow as fuck most of the time. It will be thethirdrevision of this fucker, and its already looking good so far. I managed to avoid the huge ass info dump I had at the beginning of the second revision, and the writing is better and its in a voice thats finally what I wanted for the main character to have (which is formal and purple like the prose in the Peak, but with a touch of sarcasm and some cursing)
HE’S A SNUGGLER
kind of
he kind of snuggles and then runs away and then comes back for another hit and run snuggle.
also he snorts
lots
Also his full name is Rockefeller. Rocky for short.
