Sasha Distan

Troy is Norwegian, and thus is a Eurasian Lynx. he has webbed feet and a reddish summer fur coat. much more silver in winter. they are all comparable to their wild counterparts. shifters in this universe are not especially large.

yes. i blame you entirely

thank you everyone! i howled, my husband looked at me strangely. no more cake, for a little bit. i think i used an month's worth of eggs in that last one. I shall show my love by posting more stories.!

like the characters, they just come. i often tell people i write because i have to, and that's true. if a character shows up and i don't start writing their story, they screw around with things in my head until i a) go madder, start writing. It does help if your brain makes lateral jumps. I'm a design technologist by training, a craftsman who thinks about problems and materials. we are trained to go the other way to com up with solutions. my brain applies this throughout my life. Aslo i love the praise. Praise gets you many snuggles, and dinner if you're ever in my part of the world

Yes. People still say this, especially in London

i got a team all ready in the traces... and now i have a second idea. dammit!!!

Troy is a good guy. he's just not so used ti sharing that about himself. Levi is an annoying fool, and yes, if it wasn't for Troy, Paddy would have probably flirted, had sex and then never looked his way again. he's better off this way.

you are much too nice to me.

Another week and a new batch of kids and teachers, arriving for what promised to be a sun soaked week on camp activities. It was June, it was hot, and Paddy stood with Troy, arms folded, watching the kids get off the bus. Noah and Sean were getting the bags, and Paddy had a spare set of group names from the lead teacher and was reading through. It was a big group, ninety kids in all with fourteen of their own members of staff. They had arrived in good time, and Paddy had a group of boys on the t

W_L! can i have No Place Like Home For The Holiday?

i was particularly proud of that bit too.

probably supposed to be another verb. not that i have any idea what it's supposed to be. don't you love rewrites?

hmmmm.... you never know

sorry my dear, but no, that comment was not aimed at you. i am bad at making these things clear. sorry

it is one of the many things we teach the kids, and that we as teachers are taught during training. you can only get help but admitting that you're screwing it up, and sometimes yes, success is admitting you have failed. as for the idea that all faults of the child are faults of the parents/people who raised them, that's is just not true. there are people who are just hard wired differently - like those with a diminished capacity for empathy, we call them psychopaths, their brains actually don't function the way most people's do. like kids with severe autism, aspergus, even dyslexia. their brains work in a different way, sometimes this can have a deep affect on their personalities and their ability to cope with the outside world. don't go saying that the fault of the child is the fault of the parent.

*giggles* Can i be washed by someone in outer space?

“Race ye tae tha other side?” Paddy smirked at the others on the bank. Troy sniggered. “Only if you’re sure you want to be eating my wake.” “Oohh, look at Mr confident.” Ava stripped off her t-shirt, revealing a slender bikinied body, “Hark at you. I’ll make you regret that.” “You’re all screwed.” Nic shook his head, “I know this lake backwards, and it’s further than it looks.” Paddy grinned. “Well I think y’all are mad.” Sean shook his head. “Noah’s on the other side to confirm scores. No

when they come to me, it's great. the rest of the time, i write like 4 chapters and the then skype ma to see what she says.

you are very welcome.which is not to say that there might not be slightly more gratuitous sex later on...

not jumping ship and moving to Turkey. i kind always wondered what would have happened. i had a job offer and a place to stay and everything...

i agree with so much of what has been said. The problem i find is that the bit of my universe where i'm from, just outside of the middle-of-nowhere i choose to live is Brighton, arguably one of the biggest gay-mecca's in england. In Brighton, we seem to have come full circle, through openess and acceptance and gone back to putting people into shoe boxes. in Brighton, if you are gay this means particular certain things. if you don't do those certain things (like madonna, drink cheap flavoured vodka shots, go to Revenge (it's a bar) every week and shop on St Charles Street) then you get very quickly sidelined. especially as a student, which is what i was when i was in brighton as an adult. it's a very strange situation to find ourselves in in the modern day where people intentionally define themselves as one or another. i understand what Cia says about the herd mentality. i was once asked at a job interview for my hobbies and interest and about four items into this list, the interviewer stopped me and went "pick one". i told him i didn't want the job there and then. Why do we (as humans rather than we as individuals) choose to pigeon hole ourselves? the obsession with defining and labeling everything seems to be modern, and has not been helped by the advent of social networks such as FaceBook which actively encourage people to define their relationships, friendships and everything else in their lives.

in the US, i understand the concept of tipping. i always tip. i tip better for servers who smile lots, or who don't look at me funny when i ask for extra lime in my coke. In the UK - tipping is stupid. we have min.wage I think this story is depressing, but not news worthy. it's petty, but that about it

I loved Dream Boy by Jim Grimsley, right up until the end, where it was suddenly unclear who was alive/dead and if another character was happy/hallucinating and it was in fact all very unresolved. i like ending which end, or at least, give a definite sense of what the characters lives will be like in the future.

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