Sasha Distan

I hate that I know people can be so shitty. It's bollocks. I'm sorry there are bastards out there putting you through hell, it's not right, it's not fair, and in real life you know every single one of them would be snivelling wrecks by now. Just, don't give it all to the fight, save some for home. Anger is only ever going to get you so far (ain't I learning that the hard way). And don't go anywhere. clearly the people who love you and what you do are far better specimens than the few who who are making it their business to make you hurt. On an almost unrelated note, that was the best rant I've seen in a long time. Your vitriol translates well. Remind me never to have you angry at me.

so you don't think they're right for each other either? Stay tuned, I'm all about sappy endings too.

YUP! we used to dress up and go to house parties, but where is the time to create outlandish costumes?

It's too bad they couldn't channel a better direction for Fantastic Creatures and Where to Find Them. I'm told they all look like Pokemon failures. But it will, of course, make huge amounts of money. Good thing too, it keeps my best friend in a job making cool stuff. also, dude is fine.

thanks very much! I'm one of those writers who secretly loves research. But mostly because my characters usually like a lot of the same stuff I do - or when they don't, I end up liking the stuff they like. I really really want to camp in the snow too, but since we don't ever get snow here, it seems unlikely to happen Emmett, make a decision? yeahhhhhh.... you'll see! thanks hun!

nothing is predictable in SashaLand... Can your lovely neighbour come and deliver venison steaks to my house? Pretty please? Park wardens and shifters are not usually good friends.. unless park wardens turn out to BE shifters that is! Thanks for the lovely review hun

I was very much a strike first teenager, so Cole is too. These days I'd get angry and shout, but I'd be less likely to punch someone. I don't think this makes us bad people, but I'm sure other's would disagree. Thanks for the review.

thanks for the review. and sorry for the late reply.

Oh Renee! I hope everything is OK. Family is important, as is sleep. I hope there are no lasting repercussions for your people.

there were glimpses of MUSH!? Really? This was written and completed well before we started MUSH! that must have been accidental - do tell more. Meet me in the forum! Emmett is a great one for doubting himself, and also his perceptions of others - he is an academic after all! Even smart people can be dense at times, and stubborn. But you'll see, soon enough, you'll see.

One would think so! Emmett is as stubborn as they come though. Thanks for the review, glad you're enjoying the boys!

Head on over to the discussion forum and ask! That's what it's there for. I'm sure somebody must be on team Zeke. thank you, so much. I'm so glad you like it. I pride myself on my descriptive passages, so I'm really pleased they're hitting the mark. All that research paid off!

Emmett laid out the last piece of his winter camp bed on his bedroom floor and regarded the neat and regimented rows of his equipment with pride. Even though he wasn’t going to have to trek or carry his gear across the ice or through the woods, he still packed his expedition bags with as much precision as he would if he were going to be spending a month travelling over the frozen sea. His clothes were rolled or folded into neat rectangles; his spare socks paired up and stored in plastic sandwich

You're not narrow and ignorant! I know some couples do the whole watching porn together thing (hell, I know know friends who watch porn together), and I think its kind of weird. Maybe I’m the narrow one? Private fantasy time is just that in our house - private!

He's a horticulturist who doesn't actually like plants... it takes all sorts to make up this world. Huan-Yu is a good guy, quiet and soft, but a good guy nonetheless.

Husband comes home tomorrow. It's been a long time, and it seems like forever since I wrote to tell you all he was leaving. Home tomorrow, and it stills feels like forever away. I have to get through another long night with the bed cold and empty next to me until Dashi jumps up onto it and snugs so hard into my shoulder he practically pushes me out. Another morning walking with the Goblin strapped to my back, trying to convince the teething Goblin to eat breakfast. One more moment when I will get up, get out of the house, and pretend I'm totally fine. Because that's what I've been doing. "I'm fine." These are my default words, my automatic reply setting. I hate people asking me how I am, because I might tell them, and that's not the kind of person I am. I think my best moment over the past three weeks was finally getting the double height wall which goes up our stairs painted. It is bright lemon yellow, and the deep inside edge around the window is gold. It reflects the light beautifully, but I tonally matched the colours well enough that it's not glaring and crass. Worst moment? Oh, that's easy. I call it Tuesday morning. Goblin had a bad night, I didn't sleep. We'd had Young Sir's one year health check the previous day with a woman I hate, who I feel always judges me for my parenting style, which is somewhere between the way I treat the dog, and how I am generally. I'll snuggle and blow raspberries with my son, but when he tries to sit up under the table and bumps his head, I just shrug and go "Well, that's how he'll learn." The woman doing the check wanted to talk the whole time about Cris being away, and wanted to let me know there was help for me. I don't need her damn help. I have friends for that (and they've been amazing). So back to Tuesday: Got to work. Got asked 8 times if I was OK. Failed three times to print a damn picture I needed to give my students lesson 1 . Got asked by my boss if was OK, and snapped at him. got a shirty reply that he was just 'being polite'. Felt like a dick afterwards. Snapped in reprographics when said images failed to print AGAIN! Realised I had three product analysis lessons and had to products to analyse because I hadn't been out to get them, what with being super tired and having to take Goblin to childminders and Dashi to kennels. My head of House Nick came in to ask me something desperately unimportant about chickens while I was super busy dealing with my lessons and trying to rejig the scheme of work. He asked if there was anything he could do. My reply "Unless you can magic up some more hours where I can get some damn sleep and not be the only person worrying about my son, then no!" and then I cried. I cried in front of my Head of House. and he's a nice guy and all, but I do not want to be that person. I don't want anyone I work with to think I can't cope. I trade on being the one people go to because whatever else is going on, you know you can always throw Sasha five more tasks, and everything will always get done. and by this time, it was only 8.32am So yeah, I know when my worst moment was. Easily. People have told me for the last three weeks to make the most of Cris being away and do all the things I can't normally. I don't understand this, we don't have secret single behaviours. We've been together since we were 18, so everything we do we can do together, apart, separately and in the same room etc etc. what the one thing that's different? I can watch porn without headphones on. (No, we're not one of those couples who share porn, we like different things). I'm so ready for him to come home. Hurry home babe, your boys miss you.

thanks! and I quite like the idea of the binge-reading my work, makes me feel all snuggly inside. Perhaps Liam's parents wanted to make him a touch more cautious? After all, it's not like they're the most in-touch with their child parents on the planet unfortunately.

I see what you did there... Control rarely makes people more dangerous, more useful maybe? I'm glad we're keeping you interested! thanks puppil

always extra questions! and hey, trade is supposed to be good for the economy, right? thanks for the review!

Every sensation was new. The texture of the wool cloak under his fingers was different from the material of the couch, the carpet on the floor under his feet. As he stood, the pressure of standing on his own two feet was entirely knew to him. Lahja wrapped the cloak around himself, and with careful movements, made his way across the floor. He had no actual destination in mind, which was a good thing, because he moved too slowly to get anywhere useful. Each step brought with it a host of new info

You know I love to make you squirm! Lots of good use of the emoticons, very nice. And I can't tell you anything, least we give away the plot. thank you thank you Tim. Poor Tim, and poor sweet tiger boy too.

ooh, big ideas! I'm saying nothing at all. nuh-uh. Thanks for the review hun!

no hands. or deformed hands. or losing my hands. nightmares generally with no hands. also very small dark underground spaces. you people who go potholing are 100% insane.

oh, just a little bit. Your poor hair! a) Emmett would never cheat on anyone. he's way too nice. b.) I'm not sure Emmett would dump anyone either. c) you you seriously think a tiger would share? d) no one dies in this story, except all the salmon. You'll just have to wait a whole another week. and thanks for the review.

So you say... on the other hand *massive cliffhanger* I'm glad we're keeping you entertained! thanks for the review.