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HIATUS
Official notice of hiatus of indefinite duration, much like the pauses between non-silences in a conversation slowly drifting out into the great graveyard of lost acquaintances and half-remembered names. A distant, regretful half-thought when the light catches the bubbles in the coffee-slick just so. Thus, all of life.
Peace out bitches.
Nap Time
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âGlad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.â
THIS FOX IS LIKE, âTHIS HORIZONTAL FLAT TREE IS THE BEEEEEEST TREEEEEE! ZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!âÂ
Hey guys weâre going to fucking break shit again
You know the reply feature? The perfectly adequate one that nobody was complaining about?
Weâre fucking getting rid of it for as long as we feel like before we drop another broken-ass untested piece of shit feature nobody asked for again on all of you. Get fucked
Shenanigans
Stiles stumbled backward and almost lost his balance as the toy was delivered unexpectedly into his grip. Righting himself, he looked at the thing and shrugged. âItâs nothing I recognize, and I watch a lot of cartoons. Maybe Malia will like it? If not, I guess it could always be used for target practice or something?â
âOr Iâll stuff it in Liamâs locker and make it his problem.â
â...with a cute card on it suggesting he has an admirer, to embarrass him in front of the other boys?â John suggested, with a little snort. Poor Liam. The kid seemed to be pretty decent, other than the rage thing. He didnât deserve the gentle teasing... though Stiles was capable of much worse if he put his mind to it.
âWhat next?â he asked, looking around the fair.
The little wolf sat up, listening intently. Most of it was gibberish he didnât understand, but part of it rang a bell. Stay. He could stay. The brightest smile of the day found its way on his lips, lighting up everything around them.Â
âI can STAY.â He giggled and snuggled against Johnâs chest.Â
âYes you can, kiddo, least til-- you can stay,â John said. He was going to say âleast til we can find your home, or a new oneâ, but he didnât want to burst his little bubble.Â
âIâm going to go back to the office to finalise all the details. Iâll need to make regular visits to...â she cocked her head to him. She meant to say âassess his care and investigate his past and needsâ, but she wasnât going to upset him more, either.
âAlright. Iâll see about getting some leave at the station. Iâm overdue... they keep telling me to take some.â
Half price book sale...
The first in my trilogy (Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)Â is currently at half price in Kindle UK and US stores. (US stores might take a little longer to show up.)Â
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And more information as ever is here on my website. (Sadly I canât do much about the paperback price as paper costs money, wow. Sorry about that.)
If you like: meta, sci-fi, fandom, RP, geekery, aliens, strong women, snark, love, more meta, more snark, Firefly-meets-Galaxy-Quest-meets-Mass-Effect-meets-The-Princess-Bride then maybe have a look :)Â
Vincent was about to cheer when he was attacked by tickles again and he spluttered and whined, giving soft little growls of complaint, ears perking when the lady from before appeared behind them.Â
âIâve got some good news. Iâve got a temporary ward of court for you. Itâs temporary, though,â she stressed, leaning against the door-jamb. âWhile we work on supporting him. There will be assessments and paperwork to do...â
âSo... he can stay?â
âHe can stay until we get things organised. I donât know how long it will be.â
âHear that, kiddo?â John scooped Vincent up into his lap, cuddling him as he sat cross-legged on the floor.Â
The little pup giggled loudly, arms slowly becoming heavier and heavier, wavering in their stretched position, but he kept them up. (He didnât want to crash!) âI can SEE them!âÂ
âAnd.... get ready to land...â he zoomed him down to the ground and then attacked him with tickles again. âOh no, thereâs gremlins on the wings!â
Behind them, the social worker cleared her voice. âBoys?â
A letter to the editor of teen.com
In light of @teendotcomââs blatant homophobia and mockery of fanfic writers (in this article: http://www.donotlink.com/h4b2) I have written a letter to their editor. I encourage all of you who think homophobia is bullshit and bullying is horrible to do the same. Her email is [email protected].Â
Dear Kaitlin,
My name is Tess Sharpe. I am a YA author who writes queer novels and Iâm writing to you today because of the blatant and disturbing homophobia presented in this article: http://www.donotlink.com/h4b2
Firstly, the original headline declared fanfic writersâteenagers, your very demographicâas ânasty as fuckâ for writing about boys kissing. Do you understand what kind of message that sends to queer teens? That same sex kissing is ânastyâ That it is wrong. For a web site that supposedly has an anti-bullying message, you are failing horribly.
Secondly, when you changed said headline, you declared your word choice was âpoorâ not acknowledging that it was bigoted and homophobic, but also not acknowledging that you altered the text of the article as well. I have screenshots proving this. And despite your associate editor scrambling to tone down the language, she still declared same sex relationships as âInappropriateâ
What, pray tell, is inappropriate about homosexuality? Please, explain to me your justification in declaring this about a deeply vulnerable population that has one of the highest suicide and homelessness rates among teenagers.
Thirdly, you are linking to sexually explicit content with no warning on a web site that you claim is for children as young as 11. Why do you think itâs appropriate to declare these fics as things that fans âmust seeâ when none of them are old enough to legally view that kind of explicit content? Do you enjoy tricking children into looking at what is essentially fanfic erotica? As someone who just finished a novel on childhood sexual abuse, I find your lack of awareness about exposing young people to sexual situations they arenât ready for appalling. You wouldnât post porn links on your web site, so why are you posting links to sexually explicit fics and telling teenagers they âmustâ read them instead of giving them a heads up about the adult content so they can make the choice if theyâre ready to read things at that level?
Fourthly, when people brought this to your attention through your Twitter account, whoeverâs in charge of it blocked everyone, including myself. Which is why Iâm writing to you now. I realize that you probably go through a lot of content, youâre likely not monitoring your social media yourself, but you need to be aware of the sticky legal situation that your associate editor has put you in. Exposing children as young as 11 to sexually explicit material with no warning is not okay. And Iâm sure the parents of the tweens and teens who visit your web site would be enraged to find out what youâre trying to expose them to with no warnings. A few nicely worded letters to some of the watchdog mom groups about the content youâre exposing your readership to would not be that hard to accomplish.
Fifth, you had no right to take someone elseâs work and use it for your article without permission. Not only did you link to personal blogs of teenagers who are now being subjected to harassment and bullying to the point that several of them have erased their blogs, but you stole their writing and mocked it and then when people called you out, you tried to claim you âlovedâ their passion.
Your associate editor needs to either be fired or she needs to be put through a anti-bullying course as well as a LGBTQA awareness course. She and your web site needs to issue a heartfelt apology to each and every one of those writers. And you need to take the article down.
I am someone who has spent her life advocating for queer teens. Writing for them and helping them. What you have done with your ridiculous, homophobic, clickbait article is crush young queer creativity. You have made them fear putting something out there because they might get mocked for something they love and created out of love. You have exposed children who may not be ready for it to deeply sexual situations. You need to make this right. If you have any caring for your readershipâwhich Iâm honestly wondering about because of the poor, poor choices you have made in responding to thisâyou need to fix this. Remove the article. Apologize for being homophobic and bigoted. And either fire or completely re-educate your homophobic associate editor.
Sincerely, Tess Sharpe
Whatever else happens with my life, someone stayed up late to read my book and then capslocked at me and one little voice hollering back across the void makes all the hours of writing and editing worthwhile.
     His ears were still ringing and his ass was full of glass ( okay his back, but it hurt enough he might as well have had shards in the cheeks ) but it wasnât the first time Jesse had been through through a window. In fact, that seemed to be a theme with running into the Stilinkis; monsters throwing him through windows. Even if he couldnât exactly hear right, he was on his feet faster than humanly possible.
     Wasnât out of it enough to miss gunshots, though. A whole clip, if he had his counting right. Jesseâs feet carried him to the sounds in time to see the Wendiguru ( he just thought of that, ainât he creative ) tearing at the sheriffâs door. The way it was ripping through the metal, Jesse wagered Johnâs hide wouldnât fair much better.
     He yelled, ran, and jumped at it â sound tactic, truly â wrapping his arms around itâs neck in the best choke hold he could manage.
          âSheriffâ!â
     It flung him around, yanked him off itâs back and poised him for a vicious assault; which he narrowly blocked.
               âRUN!!â
     Part of him felt that wasnât going to happen, but he wasnât able to linger on it; as soon as the word left his mouth claws tore through his jacket right into his shoulder and launched him into the patrol carâs front windshield.
Gun empty, car door ripped to shreds, John realised this was going to take more than a lead pipe to bring down. And as he didnât have heavy weaponry on him (and letâs face it, he might need a tank), he ran through options and only one came to mind.Â
If in doubt, escalate. He jumped behind the wheel of the car, hands making the keys in the ignition sing like an orchestra. When he got the engine running he did the only sensible thing he could think of: gun the motor before pulling off the parking brake and drive straight at it in the hopes that collision would at least buy them time. Certainly make him feel better.
He hit it square on, then had to yank hard on the wheel to avoid hitting the not-son, turning around in his seat and whacking it into reverse to go for a second round of monster-vs-car.
How he was going to explain this to the department he did not know. But right now there was the whole letâs get out of this alive running through his mind.
âWatch out!â he yelled, when he nearly clipped the boy.
*low, irate growling noise of displeasure*
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