#THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY BUDLITS!!!

[thepnwvarmints]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌🥰🥰

Thank you so much, Ericca-love! I'm gonna go ahead and tag @ilovewhiteroses and @i-like-the-eyes in this, too, cuz those loves and snuggles go to all three of y'all! And just so y'all know, I'm mentally sending you each this ask right back, only without the catch of needing there to be 5 sent your way. No pressure ever and y'all are awesome, even if you don't get five back! So there! <333

[pnwdagnabbit]

Semi- Hiatus:

Update…

I’m not able to be on Tumblr much as I used to be, but I’ve been feeling random urges to post things. Aesthetics, music, pics taken around Oregon, art stuff, whatevs.

I dunno if I’ll add much to the Triple-H fan page, but I may reblog stuff on that side here and there. I’m not really “around”, but y’all might notice me poppin’ in and out. Nothin’ fancy.

Most of you have my Discord n’ can reach out to me if you feel like keeping in touch on that end. If things get better, I might rekindle this profile more, but... I’m keepin’ it simple for now.

Please know that I love and care about each and every one of you, even if I’m not as talkative as I used to be.

Thanks for everything and for staying my dear, sweet friends all this time, whether it's been from here, on Discord, or just in general.

I love and miss all y'all, but like I said, most of you know my Discord account. If you don't have it n’ would like to stay in touch, you can add me up at UntamedSouthernCharm.

Take care and stay safe, my budlits. Much love, always always. <333

-Dax

[houseofdax]

Ooc: Alright, so I’m not gonna be around so much today, cuz I gotta go get groceries and run errands, but can I just say somethin’ real quick?  I’m kinda floored and honored by the fact that y’all still chose to stick around.  Like... it’s sorta blowing my mind.  I know I’m shipping exclusively now, so I wasn’t expecting that people would stick it out and still wanna follow my ass?  Like... at all?  

The fact that y’all cared enough to wanna stay friends, maybe even discuss non-intimate threads with me, and are willing to look past the fact that I dropped a lotta ships... it’s kinda leavin’ me shook over here.  I didn’t think people actually cared that much, tbh.  There’s been a lot of people who were so quick to attack, point the finger, then bail and who didn’t care to keep in touch, that I had started thinkin’ I was too gullible to try and be actual friends with people in the rpc.  I didn’t expect this so... thank you.  It truly means a lot that y’all stuck around.  Just wanted to say that.

Anyway... enough of the chick-flick moment.  Lol!  I’ll be back later, my budlits.  Fuckin’ love you all, my dude and lady buds.  You guys are fuckin’ awesome.  Here endeth the sap. :P

-Dax

[werewolfmind]

Bowlingotter RE Village/RE8 Sentence Starters   PT 1

(strap in folks cause this is going to have SO many parts. This playthrough is a goldmine for starters)

“I stalled as long as I could!”

“I could just talk it all out right now.”

“I’m ready ANY time.”

“Yo, she’s spooky.”

“I understood every word of that!”

“The music box grandma gave us for our wedding plays Thong Song.”

“We’re gonna die of an infection.”

“Someone’s very strong.”

“Check please!”

“Let’s stay here and cry until we can get some help.”

“Great, a brush, we can clean somebody to death!”

“Is it Jesús Christo?”

“Nobody wants a refreshing cold beverage in this cold weather!”

“Bad things happen there, I can tell.”

“I propose that we find a weapon.”

“I know how to solve mysteries, I can help.”

“The nerve!”

“Would you rather share an alcoholic beverage with a werewolf or a vampire?”

“I’m not about the vampire aesthetic.”

“Would you like a BudLite Limearita?”

“Now would be a really good time to run!”

“Well, this doesn’t really instill that much hope, does it?”

“This is nightmare fuel, my friends.”

“This is nightmare fuel.”

“I don’t know what that was, I was too busy screaming.”

“Jesus balls, what is that now!?”

“He’s mad that we won’t have a Limearita with him.”

“We’re stuck in a town being ravaged by werewolves. Like what the hell are we supposed to do!?”

“Kickin names, takin asses!”

“We killed the head werewolf, game over.”

“Can we just stand in the middle of the street and be like ‘[name]’!”

“Um, there are a lot of them.”

“*singsong* I am so worried you’re gonna get an infection!”

“Now we’re a powdered doughnut, and we blend in with the snow!”

“How are we not dead?”

“It is miraculous that you lived through that.”

“That was messed up.”

“Can I break it?”

“Now we’re gonna get haunted by ghosts and we’ve got werewolves up our behinds!”

“Thank me for making your life easier.”

“*trying not to curse* Ssshhakira had a song called Hips Don’t Lie and indeed they don’t.”

“Holler!”

“Is that you breathing?”

“It was a little like a Snakes On A Plane moment.“

“Put them in the thingy for the thingy because we got the thingy.”

“Is that a human heart? Wonderful.”

“This looks treacherous...”

“I was driving the other day and there were some geese that had NO chill.”

“Doesn’t this look KINDA suspicious?”

“There’s a lot of evil laughter.”

*loud maniacal laughter*

“It is kind of diabolical.”

“A lotta people died in here.”

“It’s way too quiet.”

“I’m into doors. We’re all discovering this right now.”

“Just carve an ass into it!”

“This is like the Haunted Mansion.”

“That was harrowing.”

“This is a horrible place.”

“I like meatballs.”

“Maybe the 90s adventure game in me does die after all.”

“What just happened!?”

“You all right over there? You okay, you gonna make it?”

“This is not the place to make, like, noises like that.”

[tellyouamystery]

Alright, y’all.  I’m officially over on this blog now.  I’m gonna make an “About Me” section today and will be tinkerin’ around with a few things.  I’ve got a doc appointment again today, cuz ya know... health is still a thing.  But after that, I’ll be here.  Gonna hold off on writing today, I think.  I’ll do memes/tag games that y’all budlits have tagged me in on this side.  Only got one or two so far, I think.  Feel free to keep ‘em comin’.

Also, thank you.  Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!  I’ve been a bit of a blubberin’ mess this morning, so I apologize if I’m a tad emo-boy today.  It just kinda floored me at how many of y’all chose to continue to stay in touch, regardless of my personal junk.  So thank you.  It means everything to me right now.  I really do appreciate each and everyone of all y’all. 

*group hugs and smooches* Best budlits ever.  Fact.

-Dax

[thepnwvarmints]

I know I'm on a temp hiatus, but I will always cherish and reblog the Kaden & Anouk ship until my dying breath. This is THE ONE FIC that I will ALWAYYYS fuckin' reblog. You can break me down and beat me up, but dammit, I will never stop LOVING THIS STORY!!! <333

*wraps it up like a warm, cozy blanket and keeps this tucked in drafts like all the other chapters for rereading as needed* Thank you, my Daisy-budlit. I needed these two right now. Perfect and beautiful, as always. Even in their most tragic moments, their love is so pure and whole. Forever my number one pairing in a fanfic.

Past / Present / Future

Warnings: tw terminal illness; death of a loved one

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Chapter 10

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“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.” ― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

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Your body convulses as you dry heave into the toilet bowl. The words keep ringing in your ears. “Treatment not effective.” Your breakfast is already swimming in the murky waters but you still feel physically sick. “Months at best.” That’s what she said.

Someone knocks on the toilet stall.

“Bee? You in there?”

“No.” You pause. “This is the ladies room. You’re not supposed to come in here.”

“Yeah. I don’t care,” Kaden replies. “I’m worried about you. If it were the Queen’s bedroom, I’d still come in.”

You snort, knowing full well he would.

“Bee. Don’t make me break down the door, please. I’d hate to be on the news all over again.”

Damn the man. Why does he care so much?

You wipe your nose on your sleeve and unlock the bathroom stall.

“I give up. There’s no way to get rid of you…”

“No, there isn’t,” he confirms before you fall into his arms.

And Kaden catches you. He always will.

“She’s going to die,” you sob. “I thought there was more time.” Your voice climbs higher to a wailing noise. “I thought there was more time.”

“I know Bee. I know.”

What happens next is all blurry in your memory.

Kaden somehow gets you out of the bathroom and out of the hospital into the parking lot. You stumble through the snow, eyes teared up, the cold freezes your face until it hurts but he’s right beside you, keeps you steady.

The car door opens for you.

“I’m going to drive.”

“How’d you get the keys?”

“Out of your coat pocket just now, Bee.”

“Right. Right.”

You frantically wipe away tears from your eyes but they just keep coming.

“Here, sit down.” Kaden guides you into the passenger seat. “Take this,” he says and gives you a handkerchief. “We’ll go home and get you cleaned up. I’ll make you some tea. We’ll come back for visiting hours first thing this afternoon. We come back every minute of every day if you want. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

Eventually, he runs out of words and you look up at him through the haze of tears. “Can I stay at your place?”

He nods, “Of course you can. Whatever you need, Bee.” Kaden leans down to kiss your brow.

“I love you.”

Just this morning he had cautiously kept these specific words to himself. Now he just blurts them out. As if that could ever be enough in a situation like this. As if he could spread the fact all over the hurt like a bandage. He knows it’s dumb. But he does – love you.

Through the pain, the tiniest smile fights its way to the corners of your mouth. “Idiot.”

“I guess I deserve that.”

“I love you, too,” you mumble. Your dark eyes seek his. “Please get me home now. I want you to hold me and to never let go.”

.

At least you didn’t break down in front of your mother. Only once you’d left her room did you fully realize what the doctor had said. Now you’re sitting in Kaden’s living room with a hot mug of tea in your frozen hands. You’re still shaking a little but just knowing someone’s going to go through this with you helps.

“What am I going to do now?” you say to no one specifically.

Kaden scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Spend time with her. Spend as much time with her as you can. At least that’s what I suggest.”

He gives you a worried look. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to. You’re doing more than enough.”

You take a sip of tea and put the mug down on the table. Then you snuggle up in Kaden’s arms.

He clears his throat. “My offer still stands, you know. If you want me to – if you need me – I can stay here. I don’t have to go to this stupid world cup. I can stay here with you.”

“No. No, that wouldn’t be right,” you mumble. “I’d feel bad about that… Please. You gotta do what’s right for you.”

“Mhmmm,” he hums softly, pulling you closer. “I got training this afternoon. But I can bring you to the hospital and get you in the evening. That good?”

“You don’t have to.”

“No but I want to. I want to help. I’ll come get you in the evening and we’ll just order more take out or whatever. Watch a movie. Sleep. I don’t know. Just you and me.”

You nod. “That sounds nice. Yes. Let’s do that.”

For a moment there is silence between the two of you.

“Kaden?”

“Yes?”

“I already miss her.”

“I know, Bee.”

* And this is how it’s going to be for the next four weeks. Kaden goes to training. He brings you to the hospital and fetches you after. You spend every night together. He’s your anchor in this storm of conflicting feelings.

Your mom seems strangely serene in contrast now that the verdict has been spoken by the doctors. It pains you to see her so sick. But you visit her nonetheless. Kaden is right. You want to spend as much time with her as possible. Even if it hurts sometimes.

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

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[sebstanns]

💛🌼🌼💛 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart 💖✨💖✨[Miss you, darlin'! I hope you're doin' well. Just wanted to drop a line and check in, cuz it's been awhile. I miss all my budlits. *group hugs all y'all* LOL! <333]

Thanks love 💗 right back at ya!

[nursey-nursey-please]

cowboy boots

Dex makes a decision. Oh, boy it’s a bad one. And, it’s just the beginning. 1/?  Nurseydex Fake dating AU (some homophobic language ahead but not much)

“Hey, no offense Will, but are you a fag?” Joe C. says, albeit drunkenly. Dex doesn’t know how he got here, but he supposes there are worse things than being trapped in conversation with a linebacker on the Samwell team.

“I don’t see how that would not be offensive,” Dex sighs, and leans back against the wall. Joe sways slightly, and throws back the last dregs of his Budlite. “I don’t mean that you’re a faggot, just a fag, y'know? Like Heath Ledger in that cowboy movie-” “So like, gay.” “Right! Right. That. That’s you, correct?” he claps Dex on the shoulder with surprising delicacy. Joe is even bigger than Holster, at least by a couple of inches. Dex would hate to contradict him. “Uh, sure, yeah.” While Dex knows his heterosexuality is questionable at best, the assumption still stings a little, “Cool. Uh, could you tell me if that Derek guy is- ?” Joe gestures wide with his huge hand, and Dex figures he means Derek as in Derek Nurse, Nursey, who is currently surrounded by a gaggle of girls, but he plays dumb. He pretends to search the crowd,

“I mean I’m not like - a - a gay metal detector. How should I know?” “Because he keeps talkin’ to my girl. If he ain’t a gay, we’re gonna have some problemos, comprende?” Dex looks over instinctively to Nursey, and spots a blonde girl he’s pretty sure he’s seen in the Swallow, playfully batting at Nursey’s bicep,

"Oh, do you mean the uh, hockey Derek?” Dex asks, trying very hard to come up with something so that Nursey isn’t confronted with three hundred pounds of solid muscle. “Yeah, the one with the stupid hat,” Joe indicates Nursey with a tilt of his chin, and Dex tries extremely hard not to grin. Nursey loves that beanie, but it makes him look a little like Ralphie from A Christmas Story. “That’s uh - shit, okay, don’t tell anyone else because I’m not out yet, but he’s my - my boyfriend.” Joe’s face immediately changes, and Dex tenses, “you got a problem with it?” Dex tries to sound offended, but he’s mostly just ready to bolt. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have done tequila shots with fucking Lardo of all people, because he’s had some shitty ideas, but - “Oh shit dude, no, no, of course not, sorry about that. Hey, thanks for trusting me with this moment, man.” Joe proceeds to crush the beer can against his skull. Dex smiles, fear driven, and as soon as he’s is distracted by Greg, who is also on the football team, but is significantly less threatening, he makes his escape.

Dex flattens himself against the wall and inches his way over, with all the grace of a 6’2” toddler. He grabs Nursey by the arm and pulls him away from the girls, who complain in the weird voice girls get at parties like this. He doesn’t know what it is about frat parties that makes girls willowy, high pitched monsters, but he drags Nursey away as quickly as possible,

“The fuck bro? Chill out,” Nursey whines as they shove through the crowd, and Dex wonders why he covered for his ass at all.

“That girl you were talking to is football Joe’s girlfriend, dumbass,” Dex hisses at him, out in the hallway.

“Shit, football Joe? I was just about to get her number,” Nursey opens his mouth in shock, “I almost died.”

“Yeah,” Dex pats his cheek, “I told him you were gay to save your sorry ass.” Nursey laughs at that, loud and bright. Dex is pretty sure he doesn’t need to know the specifics, and he’d like to spare himself some embarrassment,

“Great save man. Thanks for the assist.”

“No problem, just stick to the single puckbunnies from now on.” Dex rolls his eyes, and they fist bump. Nursey turns to go back into the den, when a wall of human, otherwise known as football Joe, exits. Nursey runs directly into his bicep.

“Oh, sup Nurse?” Joe grins, teeth oddly small.

“Hey Joey! My main man! I’m just chillin’ at this sick ass kegster, bro.” Nursey replies, seemingly unfazed, and also ten times more frat bro. Dex doesn’t miss the subtle step back he takes, the heel of his shoe just touching the toe of Dex’s. 

“Me too man, me too. Will and I were just talking about you,” he punches Nursey on the arm, “you should’ve told me you guys were going out.” Dex, by some sheer force of will, doesn’t wince, even when Nursey looks back at him with alarm flashing in his big green eyes. Dex nods slightly, and Nursey’s face contorts slightly, before he turns back to Joe,

“Yeah, we like, just started dating like a couple of months ago.” Nursey hams it up, rubbing the back of his neck while smiling slightly at Dex. He does sheepish exceptionally well for someone who’s totally shameless in everyday life. Dex shuffles forward awkwardly, throws an arm over his shoulder.

“Officially, anyway. Nurse’s been in love with me forever though, haven’t you, D?” Dex knows he’s probably milking it too much, but watching Nursey struggle to keep a straight face is enormously entertaining.

“I mean, how could I not be in love with that ass,” Nursey says smugly, loud enough for Joe to hear. If Joe doesn’t figure it out and kill him, Dex will.

“Uh, okay guys, I know you’re in love and shit but there’s children around,” Joe warns, a half smile curling on his mouth. His earnestness honestly makes Dex feel a little bad for lying to him, but he figures he’d rather have a defenseman with legs. Nursey puts his hand in Dex’s back pocket. Dex  wonders if Nursey really needs legs. They could just put him on a sled or something and it’d basically be the same thing -

“Yeah Nursey, think of the kids,” Dex says with some effort, though he’s not sure if he’s angry or a little turned on by Nursey’s…Nursey-ness. Dex chooses to nix the second option very quickly. He doesn’t need to know where that train leads.

“I think it’s a little early to start thinking about kids babe,” Nursey chuckles, pressing a sloppy kiss to Dex’s cheek. Dex resists the urge to wipe it off.

“Haha, you guys are great. I’m gonna go get a beer, either of you want one?” Joe asks, and Dex says,

“Nah, I think we’re about to head out anyway. D?” he smiles broadly at Nursey, who beams back, radiant as always.

“Yeah,” Nursey murmurs, and they stare at each other for a moment. Dex searches for some kind of wryness in his face, but Nursey looks so genuine it hurts a little.

“Oh, I know what that look means,” Joe says, grinning. He salutes them, before barrelling off into the kitchen.

“Holy fuck I am not sober enough for this,” Nursey groans, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands as soon as Joe is out of sight. One of those hands touched his butt in public. In front of Joe Callahan. And God, probably. He wonders if he’s going to have to go to confession or something for the sins he’s just committed.

“We gotta get the fuck out of here, come on, my dorm’s closer.” Dex catches Nursey’s wrist and leads them out of the Haus, where there’s no risk of running into Joe or his girlfriend. Dex releases him as soon as they’re on the sidewalk, but they walk shoulder to shoulder, closer than usual.

“I can’t believe he bought it,” Dex says, after a minute, and they look at each other. Nursey’s mouth twitches into a smile,

“Me neither.” They both bust out laughing. Dex throws his head back, and says to the night sky,

“Derek Nurse! The love of my life!”  and Nursey cackles beside him, doubled over with the force of his laughter. The funniest part for Dex, at least, is that he realizes that he’s half-serious about it.

[carriejonesbooks]

I love dogs.

I love my dogs. I mean look at them. I’ve had a great line of awesome rescue dogs that have blessed my life.

Dogs make you stronger

Prom dog

But sometimes? Sometimes horrible things happen. Things that seem like they should not happen in real life. Things that seem like they should only happen in horror movies.

One of those things? Well, once the dog, the big dog, the big dog with the massive bladder let loose the contents of her bladder on hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway.

We discovered this because there was a puddle on the downstairs floor.

“What is that?” the man asked.

“Um… pee?”

“That’s not pee.”

“It smells like pee.”

“It can’t be pee. It’s dripping from the ceiling.”

And I foolishly said, “It really smells like pee.”

The man then unleashed a massive stream of cursing that really belonged in record books. He vaulted up the stairs and cursed more.

“The BAD WORD BAD WORD BAD WORDING BAD WORD dog BAD WORDED AND BAD WORDED up here.”

“It will be okay,” I said.

“It is so not okay,” the man said.

I grabbed paper towels and bleach spray and bleach wipes and headed up the stairs.

The man grabbed a mop and bucket and continued to swear.

“Urine is literally dripping from our ceiling. OUR CEILING!”

The dog went out on the porch, which would have been a much better place for her to unleash the contents of her doggy bladder of Olympian size.

This whole event happened immediately after we came upstairs because the basement had  flooded. Our basement had never flooded before. There had been two inches of rain and I guess it inspired basement flooding and doggy bladders?

Yeah. I’m reaching there.

Anyway, this all happened during a day in which nothing went right, but I totally held it together anyways. This happened during a day where the one thing I was looking forward to for AN ENTIRE YEAR got cancelled because a projector at a movie theater broke.

It happened.

The dog had a massive accident. The accident found a knot in the wood and dripped through it onto the kitchen floor.

It was messy and disgusting and swear worthy.

And we survived. Right?

I love dogs and people and humanity, but man… if we don’t mess things up beautifully sometimes.

But what matters is loving through it, surviving through it, continuing through it.

And also bleach wipes.

Bleach wipes are important.

  One time when I was a emergency dispatcher, I came home and Tala and Scotty, my then-dogs, greeted me at the door, all doggy happy. Scotty, was my new dog and he was a rescue dog from Alabama who was in a kill shelter and for a long time we had thought that he was perhaps a grandpa who likes crawfish and BudLite a lot and was somehow caught in a dog’s body – like he was a shapeshifter who got stuck.  He had a puncture wound in his neck when he got here, two small holes. So, I think a vampire is to blame.

He’d also been shot.

His tongue had also been flayed and had healed, but one side didn’t work.

You know I’m a grandpa in real life – a human grandpa who likes BudLite.

Before that night, I had already witnessed him:

1. Get ice out of the refrigerator. 2. Use his paw on a door handle to open a door.

And now, he did this….

Do you see that? It’s a drawer that was COMPLETELY shut when I left the house. This means he grabbed it with his mouth and got it open at least a little bit and then he either wedged his nose in or something and opened it more.

Why would he do that? Oh, he was probably sick of dog food and bored because I was gone. Which is bored doggy behaviour, I know, but I present more evidence….

This was just part of the mess the dogs made. Notice the bottle of corn syrup was still standing up? Would a dog do that?

“No! A dog would not do that,” said Tala. “A dog would do this! Look at all that powdered sugar mixed with shoe! Yummy! I give it 5 stars!!!”

Side note: Dog saliva combined with powdered sugar on a wood floor creates a glue-like paste that is impossible to vacuum or mop up. It must be attacked with Clorox bleach wipes. I swear. I did not know this that night. And finally, though they ate peanut butter chips and brown sugar and confectioner’s sugar and Crisco shortening and Shepard’s Pix mix and Italian seasoning mix, they did NOT eat this….

Do you know what that is? It is chocolate!!! Chocolate KILLS dogs. And they left it, only tearing open the end. I sort of imagine Scotty holding Tala back and saying, “Baby. It smells good, but it’s poison. It will kill us. Let’s go lick up the sugar.”

See? I swear he was human!

You know it, baby. Now go get me a beer while I lick the sugar off this here rug.

I miss Tala and Scotty and all the dogs I’ve had before. I miss them even though they weren’t perfect. I miss them even though they had flaws. That’s the thing, if the living creatures we love are flawed? That doesn’t mean they aren’t worthy of love. That doesn’t mean they aren’t worthy of our love.

Nobody’s perfect. Not even a dog. But that’s okay. It just means that they are real.

WRITING NEWS

Yep, it’s the part of the blog where I talk about my books and projects because I am a writer for a living, which means I need people to review and buy my books or at least spread the word about them.

I’m super good at public image and marketing for nonprofits but I have a much harder time with marketing myself.

So, please buy one of my books. 🙂 The links about them are all up there in the header on top of the page.  There are young adult series, middle grade fantasy series, stand-alones for young adults and even picture book biographies.

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CARRIE’S APPEARANCES

I’ll be at Book Expo America in NYC on June 1 at 11:30 – 12 at the Lerner booth signing copies of the Spy Who Played Baseball. A week before that,

I’ll also be in NYC presenting to the Jewish Book Council . Come hang out with me!

I’ll be at Sherman’s Bookstore in Bar Harbor on April 28 from 1-2.

To find out more about my books, there are links in the header. And if you buy one? Thank you so much. Let me know if you want me to send you a bookplate.

PODCAST

The podcast DOGS ARE SMARTER THAN PEOPLE is still chugging along with over 3,000 listens.

Thanks to all of you who keep listening to our weirdness as we talk about random thoughts, writing advice and life tips.

We’re sorry we laugh so much… sort of. Please share it and subscribe if you can.

  THE CLASS AT THE WRITING BARN

The awesome six-month-long Writing Barn class that they’ve let me be in charge of!? It’s happening again in July. Write! Submit! Support! is a pretty awesome class. It’s a bit like a mini MFA but way more supportive and way less money. We’ll be having a Zoom class to learn more about it and I’ll share the details as soon as they are official.

The Worst Things My Dogs Did I love dogs. I love my dogs. I mean look at them. I've had a great line of awesome rescue dogs that have blessed my life.

[thepnwvarmints]

I just want to bother you with a pile of flowers 💐🌸🌻🌹🌼🌺🌵 and food 🥯🥞🥪🍔🍕🧁🍫 and drinks 🥂🍻🥃🍹🍸because I care about you and I like your blogs and I want you to be happy. 💗💗💗

"Are you flirting with me?" -The Corinthian

*chuckles* Had to toss our dude up in there to say thank you, in his own special way. LOL! Thank you so much, sweetheart! This was so kind of you and it means a lot more than you know. Be sure to give yourself all of those flowers and food and drinks right back! Here... share one with Cori, just cuz... <333

I hope you get all of those wonderful things and more, sugar! Thank you again for thinkin' of me! <333

[thepnwvarmints]

8 Questions for 9 People

Tagged by: @kurjaks & @ilovewhiteroses - Thank you, my lovelies! 😘😁

1. Last song listened to: “Read My Mind” by The Killers

2. Favorite color: Sunset 🌅 Orange 🍊 Pumpkin 🎃 Yup. All’a that.

3. Last tv show or movie I watched: “Asteroid City”

4. Currently watching: *rewatching - Sons of Anarchy, BTVS, and ATS

5. Sweet, savory, or spicy: Yes. Mainly spicy. Jalapeño stuffed mexi-fries are my comfort food.

6. Relationship status: tragically star-crossed, thus, eternally single

7. Current obsession: biker au plots

8. Last thing I googled: NY Times Connections game. I play it every night before bed. 😂 Gonna go do that now, in fact.

Tagging: I don’t think I have 9 people to tag! Lol! Plus, I think everyone I know already did this so… anyone who wants to, I guess? Grab, yoink, swipe, pluck, hoard, all y’all! Do as you will!

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🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? 🌴 Desert island item? 🎵 Last song you listened to? <3<3<3

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

I mean, I love me some cinnamon and sugar cookies and the name is just...*chef's kiss*! So I gotta go with a Snickerdoodle. Plus, y'all know I love my dad jokes, right? I be makin' people snicker like a mofo. And I definitely doodle! I have a big ass art bag stuffed with my large watercolor sketch pad that I've done charcoal drawings on and still life sketches, as well as random doodles on notepads and shit. I mean, come on. Snickerdoodle should be my middle name. LOL!

🌴 Desert island item?

ONE!? LMFAO! Alright. Gimme a large flint stick for starting fires until I can master the friction method. I can makeshift an axe with a sharp rock, a stick, and some thatch twine or strips of bark to tie it together for cutting wood and other things. Same with fashioning a net outta saplings, bendable twigs, and seaweed. Could make a fishing rod, spear, etc. I could even manage makin' snare traps for catching food on land and build a good hut, but without fire? Pffft. Anyone's fucked. XD

🎵 Last song you listened to?

"Pass the Knife" by No/Me *Just found this one for my Corinthian muse's playlist. XD

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Quick Update:

Things are kinda better, but also kinda worse, so I don’t wanna unload all my drama on the dash. Just wanted to say that court isn’t happening, thankfully. Our attorney advised us to opt for reapplying to disability after we get our affairs in order in January. Less cost and free’s up our holidays.

That bein’ said, I’m still facing other things and have a lotta health stuff with my family right now, so I’m still pretty mia. I will try to check in a bit more, just to see how y’all are doing, as time allows. Today’s pretty slammed and I’m already running behind, so I gotta jet.

I love and miss all y’all and miss bein’ able to exist online. It’s weird how much this place became a world to live in, now that I’m back to living in the real world. It seems very different now, but I’m kinda homesick! Lol! Mostly for my budlits, but ya know…. I miss havin’ time to play, as do my muses. We’ll see if I can find energy more to post things.

Thank you to @ilovewhiteroses and @boydholbrook-fan for keeping the Boyd Fandom very well fed! Y’all are awesome! And thank you to @wardenparker ; @i-like-the-eyes ; @ithinkwehitametaphor ; @kurjaks and @e-dubbc11 for bein’ so patient and supportive. I love all y’all! Take care of yourselves and Happy Holidays! 😘🤗🥰❤️🧡💛☃️❄️🌲🎁🎉🍾🥂

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Real quick…

@wardenparker ; @ithinkwehitametaphor ; @i-like-the-eyes ; @ilovewhiteroses ; @e-dubbc11 ; @fantasies-n-fairytales ; @kurjaks

I wanted to say thank you to all y’all for bein’ so understanding and supportive with the ick suckage of chaotic drama that is my life. I miss and love you guys and hope y’all will still wanna keep in touch after the holidays. I hope y’all stay safe, feel loved, and are happy and healthy goin’ into the new year.

*group hugs my budlits and buglit, then smooches each of you on the cheek*

There. Now y’all have Dax cooties. My work here is done. 😘❤️🧡💛

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To my budlits: I don't want to bring anyone down on Halloween so I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your patience and understanding. I hope everyone has a wonderful, festive, comfy holiday with lots of treats and no tricks!

I'll update people on things later. Just know that I'm working to get mental health treatment for my kid and my other one is working through their own stuff with friends right now. We had a couple of scares (not the fun kind), but we're getting through it. Both kids went and saw a movie together and I took my mini-me up to the coast on Sunday. Tonight, we're just carving our last pumpkin, roasting pumpkin seeds, and staying home to pass out candy to the locals.

I may post some gifs on the BHFP side of things, but I dunno what all I'm up for right now. Still kinda need time to focus on things at home, but I love and miss all y'all. Stay safe and take care of yourselves!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🧡🎃🦇👻🧛

-Dax

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Update:

NO HOSPITAL FOR THE KIDDO!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!

*high fives and hugs the shit outta all y’all for sending those positive energies her way*

🙌🙌🤗🤗🥰🥰

She finally cleared the level that had everyone on edge about whether or not this was goin’ to be a permanent, chronic health issue. We can all breathe a HUGE sigh of relief over here.

A MASSIVE THANK YOU again to all my budlits for bein’ so supportive and helpin’ me stay calm through all this!! I’m gonna attempt to get caught up a bit with the fan page over the next couple days, now that I have some time to just sit and relax for a few. But before I do that (not even gonna lie) my ass is gonna Pass. The Fuck. Out! I am sooooo exhausted. Y’all don’t even know. Lol! But I will be back! And with plenty of Boyd content to go around! 😘🤗🥰🫶❤️🧡💛

For now?… 😴😴😴

-Dax