Stacia SilverWeb
@staciasilverweb.bsky.social
Spooky bitch from Scrobbesbyrigscīr.
Occasional Cestrian.
Occasional Cestrian.
Watching that Lucy Worsley one discussing Victorian serial killers, in a vain attempt to cheer myself up.
January 6, 2026 at 8:53 PM
Watching that Lucy Worsley one discussing Victorian serial killers, in a vain attempt to cheer myself up.
The hot chocolate I bought at the station has made my knees go woozy.
January 6, 2026 at 6:42 PM
The hot chocolate I bought at the station has made my knees go woozy.
The confidence of folk who nap unconcernedly on a train.
January 6, 2026 at 6:32 PM
The confidence of folk who nap unconcernedly on a train.
Man on train bellowing tediously about his dodgy Fire Stick & I sincerely hope that he is soon to be raided by the fucking Fire Stick Polis.
January 6, 2026 at 6:11 PM
Man on train bellowing tediously about his dodgy Fire Stick & I sincerely hope that he is soon to be raided by the fucking Fire Stick Polis.
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After looking in the mirror, I reluctantly admit that ingénue is no longer a career option.
January 6, 2026 at 8:46 AM
After looking in the mirror, I reluctantly admit that ingénue is no longer a career option.
I was helped to heft my - frankly massive - suitcase up onto the train storage rack, by some kindly college students.
I was grateful, but now left wondering if I look decrepit as fuck.
I was grateful, but now left wondering if I look decrepit as fuck.
January 6, 2026 at 5:52 PM
I was helped to heft my - frankly massive - suitcase up onto the train storage rack, by some kindly college students.
I was grateful, but now left wondering if I look decrepit as fuck.
I was grateful, but now left wondering if I look decrepit as fuck.
Waiting for a cab to the station.
I’ll soon be leaving the house of cheese.
I’ll soon be leaving the house of cheese.
January 6, 2026 at 4:34 PM
Waiting for a cab to the station.
I’ll soon be leaving the house of cheese.
I’ll soon be leaving the house of cheese.
UK are still shit at dealing with snow.
January 6, 2026 at 8:39 AM
UK are still shit at dealing with snow.
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Fumi Yanagimoto, 2024 Woodblock print
January 6, 2026 at 3:32 AM
Fumi Yanagimoto, 2024 Woodblock print
Just defrocked the feller’s house. The festives have fucked off.
It’s no longer ok to eat crap without ignoring the consequences.
I regret only once drinking Irish Cream from the silver disco ball beaker.
I didn’t hear ‘Stop the Cavalry!’ at any point.
The Amandaland special was shit.
Sad.
It’s no longer ok to eat crap without ignoring the consequences.
I regret only once drinking Irish Cream from the silver disco ball beaker.
I didn’t hear ‘Stop the Cavalry!’ at any point.
The Amandaland special was shit.
Sad.
January 5, 2026 at 7:32 PM
Just defrocked the feller’s house. The festives have fucked off.
It’s no longer ok to eat crap without ignoring the consequences.
I regret only once drinking Irish Cream from the silver disco ball beaker.
I didn’t hear ‘Stop the Cavalry!’ at any point.
The Amandaland special was shit.
Sad.
It’s no longer ok to eat crap without ignoring the consequences.
I regret only once drinking Irish Cream from the silver disco ball beaker.
I didn’t hear ‘Stop the Cavalry!’ at any point.
The Amandaland special was shit.
Sad.
Nobody really circled back today.
a man in a kitchen with the words which was nice
ALT: a man in a kitchen with the words which was nice
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January 5, 2026 at 5:36 PM
Nobody really circled back today.
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Winter Garden
French artist
Géraldine Theurot
French artist
Géraldine Theurot
January 2, 2026 at 1:12 PM
Winter Garden
French artist
Géraldine Theurot
French artist
Géraldine Theurot
Claudia must be sweating her absolute chebs off, in that pea coat.
January 3, 2026 at 8:42 AM
Claudia must be sweating her absolute chebs off, in that pea coat.
We are going to have to take the decs down soon, ay we.
January 1, 2026 at 7:20 PM
We are going to have to take the decs down soon, ay we.
I’ve gone a bit Don Draper.
Don’t think he’d have the cherry, mind.
Don’t think he’d have the cherry, mind.
January 1, 2026 at 3:57 PM
I’ve gone a bit Don Draper.
Don’t think he’d have the cherry, mind.
Don’t think he’d have the cherry, mind.
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Fuck it I don’t care anymore
January 1, 2026 at 7:01 AM
Fuck it I don’t care anymore
If wardrobes didn’t exist, where would suitcases live?
December 31, 2025 at 9:16 PM
If wardrobes didn’t exist, where would suitcases live?
I’ve just walked home through town with a baguette jauntily poking out of my bag, like I’m in Provence or summat
December 31, 2025 at 12:24 PM
I’ve just walked home through town with a baguette jauntily poking out of my bag, like I’m in Provence or summat
I have been regularly visiting G in Chester since 2021 & due to his location, we always enter the city centre via Northgate Street . Must’ve done this trip at least a 100 times and this is the first time I’ve noticed the gargoyle on the wall of the Liverpool Arms. Cute, isn’t he?
December 31, 2025 at 12:18 PM
I have been regularly visiting G in Chester since 2021 & due to his location, we always enter the city centre via Northgate Street . Must’ve done this trip at least a 100 times and this is the first time I’ve noticed the gargoyle on the wall of the Liverpool Arms. Cute, isn’t he?
Witnessing some real horrid Head Girl energy on here currently, and cringing at the lickarses that enable it.
December 31, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Witnessing some real horrid Head Girl energy on here currently, and cringing at the lickarses that enable it.
You know what they say on New Years Eve.
“Out with the old, in with the new, there’s nothing in this game for two in a bed”.
Or something.
“Out with the old, in with the new, there’s nothing in this game for two in a bed”.
Or something.
December 31, 2025 at 5:29 AM
You know what they say on New Years Eve.
“Out with the old, in with the new, there’s nothing in this game for two in a bed”.
Or something.
“Out with the old, in with the new, there’s nothing in this game for two in a bed”.
Or something.
On Sunday, my pal came to Chester & we spent a few hours around town solving clues with a Mystery City Guide. As it got dark, a busker played Canon in D Minor by Pachelbel. With the frequency of the violin & the twinkling lights, I relished the moment, feeling the happiest that I had been in ages.
December 30, 2025 at 8:16 PM
On Sunday, my pal came to Chester & we spent a few hours around town solving clues with a Mystery City Guide. As it got dark, a busker played Canon in D Minor by Pachelbel. With the frequency of the violin & the twinkling lights, I relished the moment, feeling the happiest that I had been in ages.
Whittled the assorted chocolates down so that only the tiny bars of Milky Way remain and which can fuck off, quite frankly.
December 30, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Whittled the assorted chocolates down so that only the tiny bars of Milky Way remain and which can fuck off, quite frankly.
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Start of 2025 - End of 2025
December 30, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Start of 2025 - End of 2025