Jason Rimbaud

I'm not sure how you can have something so entertaining when absolutely nothing happens. But you did it. Think about the talent to keep one captivated from waking up, getting dressed, going to a train station, and walking home. That's your entire story in this chapter. Yet I couldn't stop reading it. Why is there always a normal one and a batshit crazy one in a relationship? And why am I always the batshit crazy one? I'll go on to chapter two when I have time. Thank you

PS: It's a much better edit, the above comment. Plus you mention my husband, positive instead of negative. :P.

He is a much nicer, proper human. He's awesome.

Which is why I didn't. It was disrespectful without that. You know, it's these types of tidbits that fuel me...you know that right? So it's kind of your fault.

Hmm, I wish I knew that name before I started writing Frosted Hearts... . You've already let it slip, you know. And matter of fact, the product of your inspiration has a bigger and shall I say pivotal role in the upcoming chapters. In one of the comments, I got the idea when you said you have a background in health care, that cemented it. *shrugs* I do the namesake proud, with respect, promise.

I left it in for about a minute, then I quickly edited. And that was only because I'm not sure if he would have taken it for the joke it was. I still haven't figured out his sense of humor. I'll be as mean as I want against myself, but i do worry about poking fun at others. I don't want it to come off as mean spirited. But the joke was a call back to another comment I made somewhere else, but oh well...I know what it was, and it was funny. My husband said it was mean, so I edited it. And you finally acknowledge it...the banner... so I win! First it was The Fabulous One, and now that I think about it, he was the one that demanded it be capitalized. Then it was the club I started, he liked the banner, which means he might be on my side after all. Next it will be...well everything. I'm slowly but surly breaking down your resistance until you take your place as the head of our most sacred order. We gave you red hair, I think of you as a fiery redhead with a slight Irish Brogue

All my stories are written for him. A lot of really silly, or off the wall situations you might find in them, they are there because the edge of his mouth curls up ever so slightly when he reads them. So I really write for an audience of one, its him. He lurks on GA, he won't become a member because he thinks I'm embarrassing. He doesn't like the banner by the way, he finds it insulting. He's a very proper Indian with good manners. . He also hates all my self-depricating humor. That really irritates him. *shrugs*. He likes one of the authors I really dislike, like he's read everything she's ever written. I haven't read a single word she's written, I just don't like her.

Do you want to gang up on him? I can put back the joke I redacted...

I have a time traveling, alien encounter, present to the past story I've been plotting out for a few years now. I even visited the ghost town in the mountains of california to get a feel for the location, my trouble starts with the language of the day, the inclusion of animals (i know nothing about that) and an overall sense of how late 1800's people behaved. But its a great premise that spans a hundred years and saves the future of the world. I really wish I could find a path into the main story, I've written all the way up to when they go back and then the dialogue feels too modern and the setting unrealistic.

It would be my hope that this banner would spread so all my know the glory that is the Fabulous One.!

So this story took a turn I was not expecting. My usual light hearted approach must be abandoned. I finished chapter two right as I left work. As I rode the train home, I began chapter three and was onto chapter four when I walked into my condo. I took off my shoes and sat on the arm of the couch and finished the rest of the story. My husband yelled at me that I was ignoring him as I was completely enthralled by the story. I thought for sure Gabe, who does not like feet, was going to push Ridley away from that kiss. But he didn't, and then Ridley proceeded to yell at him. That gift was so selfless, unwanted, and yet exactly what was needed to jump start Ridley's internal motion again. For two years he had been in a holding pattern, living up to an impossible memory, and a promise that held him tighter than any restraints, the self-infliction of grief, anger, and loss of time. I could go on kissing your ass, I shan't, because when all the game pieces are on the table, you know what I think of you, your talent, and your shoelaceless shoes. A tale of complexity, bitterness, anger disguised as resolve, and ultimately of hope. Ridley is broken, nearly completely, and his warning to Gabe was correct, it's not going to be easy. But then high school flings never are. Great job with this unexpected heartfelt tale realized and completed in less than 40K words. Impressive because of...you know...your obsession with girth...that's not the right word...length. *shrugs* I can't stop being me always. Now for the main reason I undertook this tale. Matt's role in this tale is non-existent. But my gut feeling when reading the story, his feelings of anger, bitterness, lay closer to the loss of a friend, jealousy of someone elses talent that didn't seem to appreciate it, as opposed to a sexual desire. Yet, he is such a small part, it would not be hard to go in the other direction if you felt it necessary. Nor would it take away the impact of this story in the slightest. Yesterday I was about to finish editing Chapter 16 so I could make my Monday posting schedule. This story, stayed with me long after I finished, and I could not puzzle the editing process for my own story. And for that, as well as the time spent this morning trying to find the words to say what I felt regarding this tale, left me a bit raw, and not in the right frame of mind to set it aside and move along.

Thanks. one of my favorite moderators...err..authors did it for me.

We were playing a cupcake team Literally made out of cupcakes? Or is that a term that means not good? Because if its cupcakes, then I could beat them, and get a snack in the meantime. instead I ended up sitting on the bench while they ran laps for not paying attention to Coach in the last ten minutes of trainwreck practice There, that's a good reason to hate you right there. "Hey team, you all suck today, and since the guy you don't like anyway is better than you, he will sit whilst you run laps. Go Team!!!!" Not helpful coach, more wet willies coming my way, but thanks. “Do the feature for the damn paper so we can move on.” I know it's a plot point, and I get it, but do people really give this much shit about a high school paper? The drunk smoker guy, now the brokeback Math teacher, its kind of weird. I understand Gabe, who I kind of like and will be re-thinking his addiction to feet photos from this point forward, he's on the paper, they were always the odd ones out. But they seem to be going the extra mile. It always smelled of sweat and Old Spice with a hint of Axe, sigh “You can sit down on the bed too, My kind of interview. *cue cheesy adult entertainment video* So here where the meat of the chapter comes into. Gabe makes many good points. Plus you can tell he's been studying Ridley for a while. He knew about being friends with Matt, a few other details that seem to slip past Ridley as he tries to hide out. The admission he loves playing basketball, but only with his dad was heartbreaking. You have written a complex character, in such a short span of time. It's really good. And Gabe softly pushing to get to know Ridley better hints at a genuine curiosity. I don't read sexual as of yet, though Ridley is tightly controlled but something tells me he's not as controlled as he thinks. Gabe is that person who invites himself over to dinner, invades the most private place a teenager has, his jerk off platform, and asks questions more than basketball. Because how did he put it, no one knows anything about you. That was a really good scene.

I am man enough to suffer the consequences of my actions. I poked the bear, and she can take that as she will, so I'll suffer the claws. In that other story, I did mention that she'd get her minions to do her bidding, so yes. I'll stick to sports balls talk in this thread. And I'm so sorry, so very sorry, but the joke is there, and sometimes you have to commit to the whole "trolling bit". Again, I am sorry, I actually respect you a lot but...you left it there. It's kind of your fault really. *hangs head in shame* I don't feel comfortable about that one. You've been nothing but amazing in all the years I've been a member here. I watched episode three of that hockey show, still not enjoying it. But there is three left so I'll motor on. *stayed on topic* EDIT: I love when people throw my silliness back in my face. It gives me the fuzzy bunny slippers.

You know, I may joke around at the Sacred Knights of Trolling Krista, but you are correct in two things. You are a lady, and I need to respect that. And ladies do not burp. I retract that statement.

I would say Ridley is the closet case. We don't know enough about Matt, except he has some anger towards Ridley, maybe for good reason, he wanted it, ridley got it and doesn't. I concur No no no, your paragraphs are too long. That's what drives me crazy. You have two to three separate thoughts at times. I have given up with the tense issues, I accept you for all your Fabulousness. So when I said sentence structure, it wasn't grammar related, I promise. I suck at grammar, this I know. We can't co-write anything because you might have met someone more opinionated than you. Probably more stubborn as well. Plus you actually put thought into what you do, I just do. One of us is an author, one of us is writer/righter. All I do know, this story is very intriguing and I can't wait to finish it. Plus it's only a burp in terms of Krista length.

It looks so great! Thank you, and it works. Not sad anymore.

I'm super excited. She'll hate it!

So Riddles huh? What type of riddle are you referring to? I don't think I'm going to be reading any of the comments, I'm sure they are insightful and respectful. I shan't be either of those. Ridley is a jerk. And before you start pearl-clutching, he seems to have good cause. For one, he's playing sports balls, that will make anyone crazy. Those long basketball shorts, unflattering. *shudders* Where was I? Being named after a soldier is common place, and as names go, Ridley isn't bad. Riddles is better, and whether he likes the name or not, he plays into that name by keeping closed off. And since he started to withdrawal before his father was injured, before basketball, it started when he noticed boys, Matt, and Matt noticed boobies. He's a closet case. Plus he checked out that dudes ass, in chapter one, scandalous. It also proves my theory correct, this obsession started later in life. Spending time with his father, playing until his muscles ached and there was no more light, great sentence and added so much backstory in such few words. Being forced to do an interview, fuck and also you, is the words I would have told that Spanish chick and the dude that likes to take photos of feet. Doug, Dwayne, Dougie, I forgot his name, but his hard drive is filled with photos of feet. I had to go back and check, its Gabe, short for Gabriel, angel of feet I believe. I usually don't mention this, but I shall this one time and soldier through. Your sentence structure and paragraphs drive me crazy. There, I said it, we can be friends again. . Less humor than I remember from your writings, not a bad thing, just different. And I did not read this, I thought I read most of yours, but this one escaped my attention. Not unhappy to read it.

I'm easy.

*sigh* True story, I usually take off Wednesdays. So today, I was going around thinking it was Tuesday. I was super excited to not be working tomorrow and one of my guys told me it was only Monday. I haven't felt this sad in a long time. Like real emotions, it's sickening. So because you can't make up your mind, you want me to nudge you in one direction or the other. What do I get? early access? An admission that the Sacred Knights of Trolling Krista is damn near genius? A public declaration that deep down you really want that crossover between Percy/Five and Joel/Davin? Any of those three will work.

Done. And how do you not know if a character you wrote is on my side of the street or not? That's weird. Maybe I shouldn't read the story. It's probably a mess if you don't even know what orientation your own characters are. . I'll start it up after I finished Chapter 16 of Frosted Hearts and Chapter 2 of Gabriel's Gambit.

Since this story is almost over. Out of all your other posted stories. Would you have any suggestion on which I tackle next? I won't tell you what i've already read, because it's been a few years so I've forgotten the main bits anyway. But I need something new to read in my downtime.

Female Sheppard was the cannon choice. Tali was good because it lasted the entire series. I played all pairings at one time or another. I just like the mindlessness of the game. Drinking whiskey, watching movies, and playing Mass Effect. The m/m pairings were really bad, always seeemed to be thrown on at the last second without meaningful storyline.

This is no doubt, the most confusing sentence I have ever read. Right up to the moment I began typing this. Then I saw the word "didn't" and it now makes perfect sense. An intelligent person would delete this comment and not show the internet how dumb they are. But I can't find the delete key. So...its a good game, I've played the trilogy maybe twenty or so times.