Topher Lydon
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I must admit the thought of our Adopted Monster-Teenager having to deal with "Big Feelings" Entertains me to no end.
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Morning all, it's stupid o'clock and I can't sleep, so I am going to write more Carter's Order. West needs to save the day!
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Kulai City – Æuum – Bravo Site The air in Sinjin's shop, which had been so warm and welcoming moments before, now felt heavy with a sense of profound, unspoken dread. Stoker, Henry, and a now-quiet Thomas sat on floor cushions around a low table, while Sinjin busied himself with a series of small, intricate tasks. The silence was a physical weight, broken only by the faint clink of his tools. Stoker, his earlier bravado having bled away into a profound, bone-deep w
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Yep, not if I have anything to say about it... :: rolls up sleeves and gets his Stoker to go pay Jeff a visit ::
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This is next level. Hands down the best depiction of a true investigation I have read in a long time
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Drew was really, really sweet. Not gay, but really willing to please. Confused the heck out of him, but he got his head sorted out in the end. Really kind to me in the end as well. Only Andrew to survive past the end of the summer or them.
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A Song Yet to Be Sung
Topher Lydon commented on Jeff Burton's story chapter in A Song Yet to Be Sung
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ahh we'd been there done that by that point. :: chuckles :: The funniest was when Marty borrowed my computer and came across them... Ahh that was a fun afternoon of explaining it wasn't what it looked like.
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My goodness that is not very far off from how he'd look at me
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Manic Pixie Dream Witch... ohhhh I hated her with a passion. Drew wasn't the smartest kid, I mean he was harmless and far too much like a kicked puppy. And we already know some people are targets for opportunists and the cruel.
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#Chapter Twenty-Eight Evil. It was a word that clung to the air, heavy and sharp. Jimmy had come up against, and done battle with monsters. The Lord of Fucking Bullshit, the Jackal, Richard in Toronto, his myriad of demons… and, let’s face it, he was his own worst demon at points. Tracy, and now Pixie. They wouldn’t be the last. There would be a Cambodian Military Colonel, the jungle heat clinging to his uniform, who had stuffed a gun in Jimmy’s face and threatened to shoot him.
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I don't even think Thomas, at this point, even knows what a comb is.... let alone hair care products... oh he's got a steep learning curve... and just wait till he learns what Peeing is... :: chuckles at the glorious potential for comedy gold ::
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Kept that one under Stoker's hat
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i mean, it wouldn't be one of my books without a little chaos thrown in for good measure.
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I adore the Thomas character, such a sheer joy to write. i also love Stoker's reaction to him, "Yer not competition, yer a pest!"
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Thomas is hungry
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Kulai City – Æuum – Bravo Site It had taken the largest shard of mirror they could find, a jagged fragment propped up against the grimy wall of the transit hall. Henry had chosen to test it first, reasoning that he could protect Stoker the best that way; if something went wrong, Stoker would still be alive to help Hugo, somehow. “Take mi ‘and,” Stoker had insisted, extending it to Thomas, who was staring at the glass in front of him with a mixture of trepidation an
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I will correct the text. Forgive me, MY AOI was on the blink
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That is singularly the fastest I have ever written a chapter... so... yeah, sorry it is late. I have only been home for about an hour and a half.
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#Chapter Twenty-Seven Home, the bombshell dropped and still hanging in the air between them. They were curled up together on the couch, the silence thick and heavy. Wil was absently playing with Jimmy’s red tie, twisting the silk between his fingers as music from the Much Music station hummed quietly in the background… yeah, remember when music channels actually played music? Before YouTube came along and smothered everything in ads and “Are you still listening?” demands?
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