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[what-about-the-boys]

This blog is awesome, before I start. But I'm doing research for a novel that I'm writing, and I wanted to know if you had any information or advice for me? The character that I'm worried about writing is a teenage boy whose mother and best friend died around the same time, so he's depressed and self harmed. I just don't want to portray it in an unrealistic way. Thanks!

Anyone is welcome to submit to you or on this blog to help out!

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" Where I Belong "

I admit to not being part of this fandom; however, from what little I do know of Glee, I would have to say that your characterisation of Quinn is somewhat off. For someone with a teenage daughter (despite being only in her mid-to-late twenties herself), her speech reads as someone who is still young and immature. As someone outside this fandom, it was sometimes difficult to ascertain who was saying which line of dialogue, as there seemed to be little difference between Beth’s appropriately immature speech patterns, and her mother’s.

Additionally, your writing’s a bit rough when it comes to plot details and continuity in this piece. It’s hard to pin down the setting and time-frame in which this fic takes place. Normally I wouldn't gripe about this, but it just so happens that volleyball tryouts are in mid-to-early summer--they would not occur at the beginning of the school year. As a writer it’s important to do research into even small matters like these, that can either contribute to or harm the continuity of your story.

Your writing itself is somewhat weak, too often falling into the trap of telling your readers how they are supposed to feel and experience the story, as opposed to simply showing them. Also, your description is sparse and simplistic. This is not necessarily a problem in and of itself; however, you’re beginning to fall into the trap of formulaic writing as a result of this type of construction.

Quinn has tries to remember the last time that she has felt stressed out like this, and she remembers a bunch of instances from high school.

She feels stressed; she remembers things. What things? What is she doing at this point in time? Lines and ideas like this could use a bit more punch in order to increase interest in your writing, and further the reader’s investment in your character’s story.

- Dr. E

Type: Fanfiction Fandom: Glee Rating: T TW(s): None

Beth sits out on the school steps all alone, looking pitiful as ever with her hat placed haphazardly onto her head and her coat practically falling off of her body. The one thing that hits Quinn right away, however, is the aggravation on Beth's face. Quinn has a feeling that this isn't going to be pretty.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." Quinn rushes out of the taxi and over to the steps where Beth sits. The girl refuses to make eye contact with her, choosing instead to stare straight ahead. Quinn can't help but be reminded of Puck, and the way that he was angry with her earlier.

"You forgot me." The girl says simply, not looking up at her mother.

"It's not like that, Beth. Britt is going to have a baby, and something was going on. Santana and I were afraid that the baby was hurt, and I had to go to the hospital with them." Quinn explains while looking back to make sure that the taxi was going to stay.

"You didn't have to go to the hospital with Santana, because she and Britt can take care of themselves. You went because you forgot about me."

Quinn groans loudly, but Beth doesn't move an inch. "Okay, okay, I forgot you, and I'm so sorry for that. We both know that this has been difficult for the both of us. Let's just go home now, okay?"

Beth sits on the steps, her eyes glued to the taxi in front of her. Quinn can't believe that her Perfect Thing is giving her the silent treatment because of something stupid like this.

"Oh my god, Beth, move it!" Quinn commands, wanting to stop her foot on the sidewalk. She doesn't want her daughter to think that she's trying to boss her around, but that's exactly what she was trying to do. She's never had a problem with Beth listening before, and she wonders if it is stemming from the tension between herself and Puck.

Beth huffs loudly before swinging her book bag onto one of her shoulders and stomping over to the taxi with Quinn following closely behind. They ride back to the apartment in silence, and Beth is quick to run into her room while slamming the door behind herself.

Quinn has tries to remember the last time that she has felt stressed out like this, and she remembers a bunch of instances from high school. She leans against the door frame and rubs her temples, trying to calm herself down. She tries to tell herself that Beth is in a new environment, and just came back from her first day of school. It probably didn't help that Quinn was a couple of hours late to pick her up.

Quinn isn't sure if she should give Beth time to cool down or not, but she can't stand the silence. It wasn't like Beth filled the apartment with noise, but MTV was usually playing in one of the rooms. She makes her way down the hall to Beth's room, knocking on the door quietly before entering.

Beth lies on her bed, flipping through Quinn's yearbook. Her dirty blonde hair is fanned out around her, and Quinn can't help but marvel in how beautiful her Perfect Thing is.

She also remembers that she would do anything to make sure that she wouldn't lose her Perfect Thing.

"I'm sorry that I totally messed up your first day of school, Beth." Quinn starts. When all she gets in response is the sound of a page flipping, she takes another step towards the bed. She doesn't know why she is so nervous around her daughter, who is more than half her age.

"I know that I'm doing everything wrong, and no one can replace Shelby. But I want you to know that I'm trying my best, and I would never do anything to try and hurt you. Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?" Quinn asks as she sits down on the bed.

Beth turns to make eye contact with Quinn, and she can't help but see so much of him in her. It's unnerving, yet beautiful at the same time.

"You mean like anything?" Beth clarifies in a husky voice.

Quinn nods vigorously. "I mean, you can ask for something and I'll try to make it happen. I doubt that I'll be able to get Taylor Swift to come to your school or something."

Beth chuckles softly, and Quinn takes this as a signal that she's doing alright.

"My first day sucked. I didn't know anyone, and I don't think that I made the volleyball team." Beth laments. Quinn feels thrilled that Beth is coming to her with problems, but then she feels guilty. If she hadn't given Beth up, she wouldn't have been raised by other people.

"First days are always horrible. It'll get better, Beth. It usually does, after a little while." Quinn pauses, before pointing at the group photo of the Glee Club in the yearbook.

"That's what got me through high school." She smiles fondly, memories flooding back.

"Quinn?" Beth asks timidly. Quinn looks up in acknowledgment, and the girl continues.

"You aren't doing everything wrong."

[beautyqueenforbes]

Hello, sweetheart! Well, I'm sorry this is late - being out of town for spring break took a toll on me, and I'm rather forgetful. Anyway, I really wasn't sure what you wanted for your easter egg, so I watched your blog for a while, and when I wrote this based on what I thought you were like. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it! Happy (belated) Easter!

The Remedy

“My feet are killing me,” Caroline announced, making haste to remove her shoes and unceremoniously dump them upon the nearest armchair.

            “Caroline, sweetheart, do take care,” Klaus’ thickly accented voice carried out into the parlor as he appeared in the doorway to the adjacent room. As one of his many always attentive, impeccably dressed servants – the favorite, apparently, with the fine, pale swath of corn silk hair – took to storing the abandoned footwear elsewhere, Klaus extended his arms outward expectantly. Light in her footwork, Caroline padded across the hard wooded flooring with bare feet to meet his open embrace. Klaus seized her by the waist, lifted her into the air, and spun her around. Her sweet giggles chorused in his ear, the skirt of her dress billowed in all directions, and her blond curls bounced. All were things he cherished, alongside her blatant beauty, tenacious fighting spirit, and appreciator for the finer things in life, among a plethora of other traits.

Laughter still softly ringing out, he captured her lips in his with an eager ease. As a hunger was ignited there, each tugged the other’s curls with reckless abandon. “Perhaps I may be of some relief to your ailments?” He huffed breathily between low moans.

            “What ailments?” Caroline murmured head tossed back leisurely. With a throaty chuckle, Klaus drew her back in and onto the waiting sofa nearby.

            “Klaus…Klaus, wait.”

            A questioning grunt served for his only response.

            “Klaus, really, wait.”

            He groaned and hovered over her, an eyebrow raised. “Something troubling you, love?”

            A blush settled over her cheeks. “Your necklaces – they’re…they’re stuck.”

            Slowly, his gaze traveled from her eyes to where a rather sizeable knot of curls and his many interchangeable necklaces rested on the couch cushions. He had neglected to notice before, but not only were they entangled, but they were also pulling, and rather tautly at that. With a resigned sigh, he disentangled their limbs and went to work undoing the nightmarish nest of hair and beadwork they had unknowingly created together.

            It had not been the first time. Nor would it be the last, either. Caroline had made sure to quickly acclimate to the simple truth that Klaus would be wearing more jewelry than her on any given day. The necklaces were merely one of his several idiosyncrasies. Since they had become a bona fide “item” (they both despised the term, her for the possessive connotations and him for the vapid quality) roughly three months ago, Caroline had had plenty of time to learn said idiosyncrasies. The framed letters above his bed. The way he insisted upon keeping the blinds drawn in his study as to preserve the art. The biting. Oh, the biting.

            She wasn’t sure if it was a werewolf thing, as it had never been a problem with Tyler, but when he became too excited, he had a nasty habit of biting. He was always apologetic afterwards, and he had never failed to allow her a sample of his blood for healing. Still, Caroline had become used to it, to the point of blatantly expecting the occurrence.

            Thus they were led to the predicament they were in now. They had found themselves moved to his bed, her legs hooked around his waist. Her toe teased his belt loop, tugging just slightly. Klaus had undone the knot of his necklaces in time, and both had been quick to resume their earlier activities. Caroline’s hands swam beneath the loose fabric of his henley and drifted along his bare stomach to his chest. His lips moved down from hers to her collarbone, sucking on the flesh for a fleeting moment. Then – crunch. Caroline’s body convulsed under his as his teeth sunk into her throat.

            “Klaus?” She murmured, her voice muffled by surprise. It did not take long for the initial shock of being bitten – something she was afraid she would never acclimate to – to wear off. Klaus lingered there for a moment, reveling in her taste, before he removed his fangs.

            She remained impeccably still as she anticipated his wrist to her lips. “My apologies, sweetheart,” Klaus murmured. Another crunch came. It was a sickening form of self-mutilation that bothered Caroline, but she did not voice an opinion on the matter. After all, it was her life that hung in the balance, and although he would never allow her to die, he could be rather temperamental at times.

            As his wrist came to rest on her lips, Caroline shook her head and pushed the limb away with a great deal of self control. She was used to plenty of sustenance, what with her primarily blood bag diet, and it was difficult to turn away a source of nourishment, particularly when being tempted by the rare commodity of blood tapped from the vein. “Don’t,” She whined.

            “Love,” Klaus responded, warning her not to go down this route. When she didn’t comply, he huffed and further inquired, “And why not?”

            Now, it was his turn to get a taste of her idiosyncrasies.

           Caroline eased herself to rest on her haunches, shoulders slumped. “I don’t mind it, Klaus. I really don’t,” She began, testing the waters. “I mean, I get it. You bite when you get excited. I’d probably do the same, but every time, you save me, and not just here. It’s never me, you know? Okay, sure, you’re older – smarter, stronger. I know that. But for once, I’d like to be the one to save you. Just once, and it doesn’t have to be something major, not like it always is with me. Like, you could be leaning over, and the burner on the stove is on, and I, like…I swoop in, and push you out of the way. You know?”

            It had bothered Caroline for quite a while. She didn’t mind being the damsel in distress from time to time, but on a constant basis? That was a tad excessive.

            Despite her confession, Klaus couldn’t help himself but to laugh. He clutched his stomach and clapped a hand over his mouth, knowing it would upset her. It was merely the way she had worded it – and the absurdity of the statement itself. Some would love nothing more than to be the object of someone’s affections to that point, yet he had ultimately been fated to fall in love with the beautiful, headstrong women that sat before him, lips pursed, arms crossed, and cheeks reddened.

            “I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you,” Caroline scoffed, getting off the bed. If she was going to die, she’d like to choose her last meal before it was too late – preferably something made of white chocolate.

            Still chuckling, Klaus followed. “Now, now, don’t be petulant, sweetheart. Come back here.” He watched her begin to rifle through the kitchen cabinets from the doorway.

            “Why should I?” She responded bitterly, tears stinging her eyes. “You won’t take me seriously either way.”

            “Before the wound heals, please.”

            She slammed the refrigerator shut, stomping across the tiled floors. She didn’t want to die, and she supposed it wasn’t worth it to prove a point. Still, Caroline wouldn’t surrender without a fight. Placing her hands on her hips, she glared with indignation flickering in her intensified gaze.

            “I said ‘no’, Klaus.”

            Another display of one of the many idiosyncrasies she called her own. Her unrelenting spirit remained unrivaled.

           “What is it you want, Caroline? What is it you want me to say, that can make this little spat go away?” In most cases, the most reasonable pathway was to simply try and quell Caroline’s anger, as Klaus had learned. All it took was some prodding to uncover what exactly it was that she wanted in the first place.

            “Nothing.” As his luck had it, she would choose to be characteristically stubborn.

            “An apology?” He trailed close behind as she wandered throughout the expansive home. “Would you prefer that I do throw myself upon the stovetop burner? Come now, love.” No response.  “Caroline, please. I would not know what to do with myself if I were to lose you.” She paused, and he urged himself not to smile – he was close to uncovering her true desires. “You wish to save me? Don’t turn your back on me. That would be merciful than I could hope for.” Tentatively, she began to turn around. Her eyes were guarded, her lips pulled into somewhat of a pout.

            “You, Caroline Forbes, have saved me. You began to rescue me the first time I laid eyes on you. Allow me to repay that debt as best I can, when there is no possible way for me to do so. I am happy to spend the rest of eternity in the state of owing you for merely existing. You need not do anything more than you already have. You have been a remedy to my miserable existence – know that, and enjoy that you save me every day you are breathing.”

            It was not a foreign occurrence for Klaus to delve into a beautiful, eloquent tangent declaring his love for her. She supposed that this idiosyncrasy – one that she, in fact, enjoyed – was to attribute to his expansive lifetime. Stomping forth, Caroline forcefully seized his wrist and pulled it to her lips. The laceration had since healed, and pain shot through his arm as she created a new one in its place. For a moment, she hung there, and a familiar pleasure settled upon Klaus.

            Abruptly, though, it ended, as she removed herself from him as quickly as she had come. “Love?” He questioned, but he could not see her face as she moved from her position kneeling at his wrist to one where she was only inches from his throat.

            “Allow me to repay you,” She teased, and before he could question her motives, Caroline’s own fangs sunk into his neck. She had never behaved in such a way before and a string of expletives left his mouth as Klaus gripped her hair from behind. She led him back to the bedroom with a strange ease, still hooked to his jugular and greedily drinking. She released him from her hold as they fell on the bed, both determined to resume their earlier activities.

            “I love you, Caroline,” He murmured, as her name would always be the sweetest affection of any he had learned.

            “Love you, too,” She mumbled, and dove down to seize his lips once again.

            She supposed she would never fully understand all of his idiosyncrasies. Maybe he would never understand all of hers, either. However, so long as they remained alongside one other, they balanced one another, each one another’s own personal, unconventional, twisted, and beautiful remedy. And Caroline could live with that.

[knickpnackattack]

tomboy2020 said: What’s it for, if you don’t mind me asking?

Not at all, not at all. It's a really cool organization that just got started about three weeks ago now called the International Geeky Girl Pen Pal Club. It was designed to put together girls (and now guys!) from around the globe with similar geeky interests and give them the opportunity to create great friendships, just like the three people who started it. 

A lot of the people I've seen are fandom people but the forums on the website (geekgirlpenpals.com) show a massive variety. We've got tons of Tolkien fans, Manga fans, Comic fans, and pretty much everything. Some people even put down Fountain Pens as geek loves.

It's really awesome and I must congratulate the staff on their matches.

Let me know if you want to know more. I highly suggest looking into it if it sounds even remotely interesting.