Thorn Wilde

My cousin married a rather posh girl with American parents, so he went out for a stag night and she had a very traditional wedding shower. It felt like a slightly bizarre thing in this day and age, but then the whole affair was slightly bizarre. They got married in the old royal chapel in the Akershus Fortress and drove in a vintage Rolls Royce to the wedding reception at the Oslo Freemason's Lodge where they had a very grand three course dinner for 300 people, a ridiculous looking wedding cake, and the dress code was white tie. It was the most extravagant wedding I've ever been to, and probably ever will go to.

I do feel very sorry for Craig. Writing this story taught me how broken and sad he really is. You're absolutely right that it doesn't excuse anything, but something somewhere inside him is cracked. That doesn't relieve him of responsibility of his actions, but it does perhaps make us hate him just a little less.

Part One: Father The doorbell rang twice, and Paul Spencer got out of his armchair to go see who it was. He was a carpenter in his fifties, on early retirement due to a back injury. He shuffled down the hall in his slippers. The walls were covered in photographs of himself, his late wife and their son. Paul pulled the front door open. On the doorstep stood two policemen. ‘Mr. Spencer?’ asked the taller of the two. ‘Yes?’ said Paul, squinting at the sunlight. He pushed his g

One thing I've never understood is the whole stag/hen night night before the wedding cliché. Like, who wants to show up broken and hungover to their own wedding? Should at least have a day to recover first.

The Stig could do it.

11:27pm. Just got home from dinner at my parents' house. 20th day of Christmas, the last hurrah. Time to take down the decorations and eat the leftover Christmas cakes.

I've had so many freaky dreams lately. I blame the meds. There's one that particularly stands out, though. It was about these two android guys with really huge... yeah. Keeping it PG. But that's not actually what I remember so well about it. In the middle of the dream, there was a bit where I was drinking tea with my friends, and Edd spilled some, so I tried to give her a some paper towels to wipe it up, and I kept trying to get them off the kitchen roll but somehow I was doing it wrong. Like, I was trying to tear them the wrong way or something, so the roll went rolling and there was paper everywhere, and just then I woke up for a little bit and laughed for like a minute straight. I was sleeping on the couch just then, and Magpie was sitting in the other corner watching handball and he looked at me like I was crazy, and I tried to explain why I was laughing but it didn't make much sense to him. Then I fell asleep again and dreamt the rest of the dream. The next time I woke up Magpie asked me if I remembered waking up the first time. Apparently, he was slightly worried about me.

According to the stats I've been looking at, UK courts are pretty good at convicting rapists, at least the ones that actually make it to trial in the first place. Of course, the majority are never charged due to lack of evidence. Thanks for reviewing! Glad you liked this chapter.

That's pretty cool looking, but that driving position looks uncomfortable and potentially unsafe.

That makes sense. It confused me a bit because in Norway we call the day before Christmas Eve 'Little Christmas Eve'.

Happy stories are boring. Need some conflict to shake things up! Glad you enjoyed the chapter, though. Thanks!

Goodness, how did I manage to spell lasagna with an 'e'? That's a bit embarrassing. I will fix that pronto, thanks for pointing it out. A good musical performance evokes such powerful feeling and such a particular atmosphere that's hard to put into words. I'm very pleased you think I did a good job of it. Thank you. I did research on average sentences for sex offenders in the UK, and five years seems to be fairly normal for solitary incidents. Additionally, Craig is a first time offender and one whose mental state isn't entirely great. As such, five years seemed appropriate. Thanks for reviewing! So happy you're still enjoying it.

I can promise some Alan and Matt stuff really, really soon. It feels nice giving my boys a break for once, but it wouldn't be a very interesting story to tell if everything was all roses all the time, now would it? Thanks for reviewing! Glad you enjoyed the chapter.

Well, this is one of my stories... You can pretty much expect something bad to happen eventually. Glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for reviewing.

CHAPTER NINE I'll Be Yours Nick snuggled up close to his boyfriend and buried his nose in his sparsely growing chest hair. He breathed in the scent of musk and sex. ‘I can’t believe they’re letting us play two songs based on just a recording,’ he murmured. Dave chuckled softly. ‘I love how this is what you focus on. Not the fact that we won the case, but the fact that your band is playing two songs at a Christmas show.’ He kissed the top of Nick’s head. ‘The human mind . . . Very

That's a term I'm unfamiliar with... When is 'little Christmas'?

Happy Birthday, Cassie!!

I'm much like Bumblebee. I reblog a bit of porn, a lot of fandom and then just whatever strikes my fancy, such as cute animals, the odd political post, a lot of pro-LGBT stuff, things related to writing, music and very occasionally fashion. Sometimes I post content in the form of text posts, the occasional longer proper blog post, links to articles or youtube videos, and links to my own stories when I post them. Lately I've been trying to use my Tumblr as a platform to talk up GA a bit, always posting links to my stories on here rather than elsewhere.

I ate half a pomelo last night. Thankfully, my meds appear to be safe.

This is my favourite Jethro Tull song:

I like the muscles on swimmers, gymnasts and dancers. Lean and natural looking from using their whole bodies in their crafts. You get similar results from certain kinds of martial arts, too.

Agreed... It kind of looks like that head and neck don't belong on that body. Skinny neck, enormous arms... Weird. O.o

You know, Javelin wasn't planned as a character at all. He just appeared out of nowhere and refused to leave. Funny how these things happen... I think what Craig's attorney was doing was trying the old slut approach. It's not rape if the victim is into that, yada yada. A despicable attitude, but an all too common one. I think that's an angle every defence attorney in every rape case will try at least once. Thanks for all your thoughtful comments! Love long reviews, as you know by now. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, and I'm glad you found the courtroom scenes believable. Your opinion means a lot.

I don't find those firemen at all attractive. Skinny boys with tats, though? Totally a weakness of mine.

Happy Birthday!