Sasha Distan

The Discworld - magic, mayhem and heaps of satire. nothing could be better on a world where the light flows like slightly lazy honey, over a disc ten thousand miles across, supported on the back of four giant elephants, standing on the asteroid marked shell of the space turtle great A'tuin.

i thank you

how long can you pretend a love bite is a bruise?

Sunday evening Paddy had finally phoned home to explain to his parents that yes, he had found his mate and he had also ended up in stitches. It had been hard to tell what his mother had been the most concerned about. “Mam, wid ye calm doon? I’m fine.” “But ye had stitches! Yer sure ye d’nae want us tae drive doon thar an’ see yo?” Paddy sighed. “Put Da on wid ye?” “Hello there Paddy. Your mother is all in a flap, what’ve you been and done now?” “Nothing Da. Me and Troy got in a bit o’ a fi

i knew a couple who adopted a little girl, she was 5. sweetest thing you could ever imagine. when she was 13, her birth mother (who had various addiction issues, DV and a horde of other problems) got in contact with her. You cannot stop a birth parent contacting their child, even once they've given the child up. Little girl went from being an ordinary teenager to being out all hours, smoking, substance abuse, a string of older 'boyfriends' found for her by her birth-mother's partner. she stole from her family home, was brought home by the police all the time. When she turned 17 her parents had no choice left after years of abuse from her than to change the locks. she broke in and smashed the place. Eventually they had to move. They still loved her, she was their little girl, but they had to abandon her again. that makes me sad.

i ran out of likes for all the cool stuff being discussed in this thread.

a combination of annoyance and jealousy, rather than hate methinks. you can so easily be pissed at someone and still fancy the pants off them, especially when you're a teenager...

Luke is a bit of a runaway train isn't he?

apart from the lack of fur, this sounds very much like what happens at the end of my school/work day.

Discuss. so i want to give a nod back to crazyfish's topic on What young gay men think of other gay men which started my line of thinking on this as well as Asamvav11's status which questioned if gay culture was sexualised at the outset. When i replied to his status, i said that i thought there was more to 'gay culture' than just sexual desire, but I've been thinking about this lately in conjunction with what i once had one of my characters say. Bay from Bad Stereotypes says that he has no desire to be friends with people with whom he only has his sexuality in common, because the sort of person who he fancies doesn't dictate his personality. it made me think. Is there really such a thing as 'gay' culture and does in fact have anything to do with homosexuality? can the two things be mutually exclusive (because there are certainly enough guys out there who are butch enough and disinterested in fashion enough to make me think it might be)? what is currently seen as 'culturally' gay is so close to what is defined as 'metrosexuality' that they might be the same thing, and since when did the gender of the person you want to have sex with dictate your music choices? OK, that's long enough. Discuss!

i love the phrase "apology blowjob"

thank you very much. there was so much praise in there that my brain might just explode....

Luke gets confused a lot. poor wee lamb

i have used 15 eggs and i am about to start making castle grey skull out of cake. it is half past five on a friday evening.

easy? my characters? hahahahahah.... you know me too well hun

On Tuesday, I got my fill of hot guys in speedos at the pool. After that the week just got harder. I see Jeremy everywhere. It’s not such a big school, so we are bound to run into each other, but now every time I see him it’s like a kick in the balls. Apparently all my good jerk-off material has abandoned me, and all I can think about is him. Friday afternoon I go from being generally upset about it to being pissed. Study hall. What for all of one week was an opportunity to sit near my boyfrien

Might I suggest that big shiny red stories tab up the top there?

thank you TW. i still feel a bit guilty for leaving their mum there is such a horrible situation.

there will always be more, until there isn't. oh so many questions, all the answers lie in wait for you!

in my world, you stay the shape you die in, which is why when shifters fight, you ted not to get lots of people showing up dead, just missing.

homesickness is like a rolling wave...

Paddy stretched out along the sofa, snuggled into his big grey and yellow hoody, freshly towel dried from the rain and the lake. He and Troy had fucked around in the showers, washing each other and splashing in the heat and steam. Now Paddy was dressed in his regular short kilt, and wriggled his toes in fluffy socks. It was quiet on the site, especially because of the pouring rain, and Troy had gotten himself dressed and now sat on one of the arm chairs with the sticks of charcoal from the fire

super agreed. They less secure of themselves than most of my (freshman/sophomore) year 10/11 students at school.

i love palindromic everythings. today was a good day. not that i ever write the date out on the whiteboard in anything other than full long hand 13th November 2013, with curly handwriting.

only when no other option is possible