dear res,
everyday i thank myself for divorcing you and ending our arrangement. yes, it has put me in the position of having to declare bankruptcy, mostly because you refuse to pay any bills now. yes, it's hard to still live with you when i'm constantly having to leave so you can have your girlfriends over. i know that i still roll over and let you use me. i can't seem to stop myself.
but i did stand up and end the charade. it's the first step in gaining my life back. i stood up to you and if i can stand up to you i can surely start to stand up for myself. perhaps it's finally time for me.

cs


yst,
thank you for your continued confidence in me. it helps give me the courage to think that i can actually do what i want with my life. maybe in a few years i will actually be able to go back to turkey with you, take you and your family up on that offer of help, and teach. i want to return so bad.

cs

Every once in a while these roads run parrallel and perfectly, and usually when they do, you know that youre still just a baby.
But even then some nights you know i hurt you in such stylish ways, but still you need to know that you will always be my baby.
Forty days and nights run into one; a succession of streetlights and cigarettes, and yet these countless stars convince that they’re made just for my baby.
Love and Adoration, the two combine to make us what we are, and from these stellar examples we take our names and scars.
And when i read the words you penned so elegant and cleverly, im reminded of the times when you were more than just my baby.
If god could have his way, then we’d be sent adrift but thats okay, because i’ll always burn for you, i’ll take care of my baby.
But soon the sun will set, so you get the pills and i’ll sing you the remnants of a broken sonnet, of living in debt with your head in the air and your hands in the ashtray, our lives have always played out this way.
Ariel, i know you’re so impatient with such simple things, but you have to know that you will always be my baby.

C,

I dunno. It was probably not a good idea opening the door and stopping by that forum that you hang out at to say Happy B Day.. I freely admit I was too nervous to shoot you an email or anything else. It just would not have been proper. 

I find myself in a quandary. Do I even want to even talk to you via email or message boards? It would be disrespectful to your husband considering everything. But then he’s a snake as far as I am concerned. But for whatever reason he makes you happy. And for that reason alone, I don’t stomp on him like the vermin he is (actually him AND John deserve their asses kicked just out of principle for that shit back then… and I still haven’t forgotten). 

It’s probably best to leave things alone and walk away. I can think of lots of reasons to not talk to you. You’re married. I’m married. Granted it’s not a happy marriage, but still. You mix me up, and you turn things upside down. I cannot afford that now. It took years to get over the questions of why. I really don’t need that now. There are so many more.

Still a part of me wishes we could be friends. That’s the little voice that usually gets me into trouble.

And you should not have replied. Because now I wonder if we can be friends. 

*bang head*

Dear Friends,

I love you guys. :)
I don't know where I'd be without you people.
Who have helped me through everything.
I can bitch and moan to you, yay!
Cause that's all I ever seem to do anymore?
Soo, thanks for being awesome-tastic people.

Love, Tash. [:



Dear Love,

I'm not over you yet, it's been more than a month that you've been with her and I'm still not over it. Today is the 13th, 16 more days until my birthday. Will you even wish me a happy birthday? Or is that too much to ask. Cause your girlfriend and I are having a joint-birthday party I thinkkk... And obviously you're coming.
It'll be next weekend if you're wondering, I doubt you are. You got me to eat meat today, big accomplishment eh? I've been using your word, you canadian you. I'm just glad that she wasn't in our lunch today, it would've been awkward. They say I've manipulated some people, I don't think I have. But that could be my short-term memory loss speaking herrre? Oh boy, I miss you... even though I see you everyday. Stupid Veronica on the bus had to sit with Kelsey, forcing Robert to sit with me and you with Breanna instead of your usual spot with me. I fucking hate Veronica now, I acutally almost cussed her out in 6th hour today. Yesterday, the only reason I was at the school was to see you... I'm pretty sure you knew that. You keep flirting with me, stop it damn you. Obviously, I could write pages and pages about what I think is happening between us when nothing is. So, I'mma let you go so you don't have to bear it anymore. Thanks for listening darling, I've really missed having you around.

With Love, From Tasha.

Hello Author!

Sometime in your life, you may have heard Mr. Hugh Laurie say something like this,

"Michael is my son... in the normal way. [...] Well, the normal way to have a son, is to get married. Uh, buy a house, get properly settled in, uh, furniture and so on. And, um... just wait for a bit. Make sure you eat properly! Three hot meals a day."

Now, by some stretch of the imagination, you seem to have got '86!Hugh Laurie confused with House, confused with a real doctor. And then you decided to apply it to BtVS, awarding Tara a pregnancy. A magic pregnancy where she was not artificially inseminated, but rather, was a gift rewarding them for eating three hot meals a day and waiting a bit. And then you skip off to show she and Willow in a happy blissful life of domesticity with babies everywhere.

Rule one of the Whedon-verse: Everything has consequences. Yay, Tara had a magical pregnancy that doesn't need to be explain because it is so wonderful! Um, no. It does not work that way. I think to think Tara, at least, has enough sense to not try and use magic like that - especially when magic has been proven to, in that canon, be incredibly volatile. But you didn't even get that far. You just went, tra la la, babies and everything is great! And then I hit the back button. Oh, back button. If we lived in Canada, I'd make you my bride.

So, Shaftesbury has been updating their website over the past month.  They finally got to their Kids section, and I had to check it out.

*squeals for joy*

There's a new trailer for LWD featuring Season 3 AND 4 clips.  And the video makes me SO excited for Season 4.  Why?

1. Derek having a session with Paul!  (This is just major to me.)
2. Sam and Ralph return with some D-Rock scenes.
3. Some nice Derek/Casey fighting and interaction.  (I mean, he pours milk over her head ... just to amuse himself I guess).
4. Mike just looks amazing this season.  He's rocking out on the guitar ... his hair is loads touchable ... and like, guh.  Sorry, I must fangirl for a second.
5.  Is Casey singing for D-Rock again?  It looks possible with one of the clips.
6.  Marti is adorable!  Seriously.  I want to just squeeze her throughout this.
7.  This trailer still looks like it sets up a teen romance movie.  "Casey gets the grades.  Derek makes trouble ... Life with Derek is anything but ordinary."  And of course, they emphasize the "step" in their relationship.  Good job.

My only complaint is the appearance of Sally, but I can handle her since she's only in one scene.  And well, she mentions Derek's sensitive side.

But yeah.  I'm in a great mood now because of this.  So go!  Watch!  Enjoy!

http://shaftesbury.org/k_tvsermov.asp?propertyCat=3&elementID=133&propertyID=31&parentID=1

  [001-007] Claire ("Par Avion FB")
[008-059] Tabula Rasa - LOST
[060-094] Matthew Fox

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I usually get yelled at for asking "stupid questions" like these :/ but for my own curiosity if nothing else, my question is- How many words or pages is a typical YA fiction?

This question is coming from someone that's worked for the library system for about 7 years by the way!! I SHOULD have a pretty general idea, but again, and I know all stories are different and there might not be a written in stone rule, but for curiosity sake I guess- How many words and/or pages? Generally?

here instead cuz THANKS DORIANNE.

*sigh*

To: worldofbentley
From: twinabby

nobody does that to ma. i'm killing dorianne.

you in?

 Dear M;

I know that I have no say in your life. I know that you love your boyfriend to death, but honey, he's dead weight. You want to get out of debt, but he can't hold onto a job because he's constantly quitting jobs for stupid reasons. Yes, he had to put up with stupid stuff. We all do. Jobs aren't all love and joy and respect from your bosses. He's doing this for a reason: he doesn't see the point of working while you're supporting him. That said, I'll never say a word. Above all, I want you to be happy, and if he makes you happy, then fine. Just don't be surprised if I'm not impressed that he told off his boss, then quit after working the job for a week.

D


Dear R;

When we dated, I was immature and stupid. I liked you as a friend, even though we weren't really "friends". I didn't want to hurt you and felt horrible for the way I treated you when we dated. When I ran into you again, I saw it as an opportunity to apologize for my past behavior and make things right. That does not include dating you again. I am curious to see if you're the same sweet guy from before, but not in a dating sense.

Don't tell me you're still in love with me. I'm not the same person I used to be. I know that I was your first love, but we dated four years ago. Please don't say things like that, because I almost feel like I'm breaking your heart all over again when I don't call you everyday. It's long distance. I can't afford to talk to you for three hours everyday.

Please, don't try to contact me again. I won't answer my phone or respond to e-mail. I wish we could be friends, but I can't apologize everytime I'm busy or can't answer my phone. I can't help but get annoyed when you call me twenty times during the day to see what I'm doing. Seriously, dude. I have things to do.

D


Dear K;

Look, we were friends once upon a time. We hung out all the time.
I owe you nothing.

D

We were trying to escape the zombie hordes; At a local University, we locate a Clinic, where (we assume) there is a supply of fresh water, medicines, etc. We plan to hole up in the Clinic to recover and treat our wounded before continuing. However, as the Doctor crosses the street to reach the clinic, BANG! Sniped. A sniper is shooting from a clock tower several hundred yards away. The doctor, injured, can only lie still with a red lazer dot hovering on his head. As we try to pull the doctor away from the line of fire, BANG! the sniper shoots his arm.
What to do? We know that there is no conventional way to the top of the clock tower. The sniper must have either helicoptered on top of it or used a grappling hook or something.
Then, we get this crazy idea. "What if we go to the construction site where the University Center used to be and see if there is a wrecking ball there?" THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!
There were several problems with this idea. It's a construction site, not a demolition site, why would there be a wrecking ball? What if the sniper sees us before we can wrecking ball the tower? What if we don't succeed on the first shot and...

"Guys, guys, GUYS!" I chimed in, "If there *IS* a wrecking ball at the site, that means Jason (our DM) wants us to do it!"

We get to the site, and sure enough there is a wrecking ball... the Engineer climbed in it, and got ready to make some rolls

"Roll your skill check" said the DM
"I rolled a..."
"YOU SMASH THE BUILDING WITH THE WRECKING BALL AND IT COMES CRASHING DOWN IN A PILE OF RUBBLE!"

ha ha ha AWESOME

My fellow students,

Election day is just around the corner and I hope that you will all vote for me as Junior Class President. While Pete is a good friend of mine yeah right I think it's time for a change in SHS.



The poster is of course courtesy of Trevor Sandbourne. Why did I even agree to let him to do this?

mr.dooley;


how dare you, how dare you say i should have started my senior project earlier. when i had a project halfway done when the summer ended and you wouldn't let me do the topic i picked. &how dare you say its my fault my powerpoint didn't save. i want you to know after today i have lost all respect for you, i don't care what you do for the seniors anymore. your shit to me. i wish i could take back every good thing i said about you. i hope you know that if you let me do my senior project on electrical engineering i would have had an amazing presentation& project, because its what i want to do with my life. and you pretty much told me that it wasn't good enough. i want you to know that i think your a drunk, you may not come to school drunk, but whenever i go to my grandmothers house, and i drive by your house your never home& i know that your at the PACC, getting drunk. its pathedic. you favor certain students and it needs to stop. you talk too much crap about mr. valcourt, but hes done more for me than you ever have. hes helped me with skillsUSA and was behind me on wanting to do my senior project on electrical engineering. i want you to know that when i graduate, and i come back to the school next year to visit, it won't be to see you. i now see who you really are, and what you do. teachers are supposed to be there to support you, and help you, but you did neither for me.

no respect,
nicole.

Authors, lets talk about location. Specifically, locations in smut fics.

Put plainly, there are some places where characters would not be getting it on, or at least not without certain reservations. For example, I cannot see Hermione being comfortable giving Ron a blow job in the middle of the Gryffindor common room without so much as a thought about someone potentially walking in on them. Hermione is a smart girl and I think she would realize that the common room is not the most private place. Nor, as I encountered in a particularly bad hurt/comfort fic, would Peter Petrelli do the deed with his brother who is lying injured in a hospital bed, again without any worry of being noticed. (Not to mention the stupidity of having sex with a seriously injured person in the first place.) There are nurses and doctors and family members in and out of hospital rooms all the time, and a passing mention of that would have been nice. And so on. Its almost as if the author got so caught up in the action that they forgot where the characters were. It distracts me and always seems extremely unrealistic, and I spend the entire fic wondering if someone is about to unintentionally walk in on them.

Now, there are characters who wouldn't think twice about that sort of thing, and if it's in character then fine. Young!Sirius strikes me as the type of character who would be sexually uninhibited, for example. It is fine if the situation is canon, such as Angela and Hodgins' canon sexcapades at work. An intentional exhibitionism kink is also different. I still think it needs to be handled properly, though, and it doesn't work well some characters. Yes, people can have lots of weird kinks that you wouldn't expect, but there does come a point where "previously unknown kink" turns into "wildly OOC", though this is largely dependent upon the author's writing ability.

I guess I just want recognition that not all characters would be comfortable having sex in a public place, and not all locations are entirely appropriate for sex. Even if it wouldn't particularly bother the characters, a throw-away line in the fic or some indication that the author realizes that "yes, the cafeteria is a rather public arena for sexual activity" would be nice.

Log Cabin Evening
by Albert De Lorenzo

Leaping,
twisting,
contorting,
flame dance.

High-pitched squeals,
spit rainbow sparks,
hissing,
popping.

Moaning fire song
lulls my mind,
peach cobbler aroma,
distracts.

Is out now... Preview over at www.thecure.com :D