"What planet does this person live on?"

*kicks irritably*

(FCA-L stuff. Not re: RPS for once, heh.)

(Edit: It's not that I think everyone has to use their real name on their fanfic. Just that if the above sentence is your only response to a topic posted for discussion, you're not exactly being helpful, you're just being obnoxious.)

(Edit 2: Is anyone else hearing hissy atfight noises from their FCA-L mail? *amused*)

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Jess broke me.

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*pops Melle's eyes back in her head* Remind me not to ever lend you any eating utensils.
(Kristine; LJ comment)

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Am in chat. you know where. Be there or be unhip.

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( Updated bunny list, for my own ref. Ignore. )

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Tada, another femgeeks store!

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In other news, I'm stuck on this story. You know why I'm stuck? I'm stuck because Lars fucking ulrich won't fucking talk! WTF?

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So yesterday evenig, my brother tried on my collar, and my mother said it made him look like a sissy boy.

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Possbility one: She's always been like this, and somehow I managed to completely not notice it for twenty years and grown up without sex stereotyping and believing that heterosexuality is not the default, and I just recently came out of my own little world enough to notice that she's this ... prejudiced about a whole lot of stuff.

Possibility two: She really did used o be the open-minded woman I remember and only lately became this prejudiced.

I'm leaning towards two, because my brothers have the stereotype-less thing too, and it'd be too much of a coincidence. Which begs the question, why? Why'd she change? (And how do I make it stop?)

(Edit: I probably made that remark sound worse than it was. It wasn't said with malice, it was a throwaway thing. But that makes it worse somehow, becasue she doesn't even care. And my brother retorted he was in touch with his feminine side, and I calmly said that remarks like that were really nasty, and the subject was changed (as it always is. This is how my family works.) And while I'm proud of Sanne for sticking up for himself (he's thirteen! and he's less macho-centric than her!) an of myself for staying calm but still making my point, I want to know why we had to. He's a thirteen year old boy. I'm nearly 21 and barely have my shit together, but I know better than to say things like that, even if I was thinking them. I ... Shit!)

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Sometimes I wish I'd stop forgettnig that the world isn't neutral.

In other news.

Jamie's eyes closed, and he breathed with heavy, broken rhytm. Josey eased the tangled blonde head down on the blanket. For the first time he noticed the long, almost girlish eyelanshes, the smooth face.

"Grit an' sand, by god," he muttered. There was tenderness in the gesture as he smoothed the tousled hair back with a rough hand.

So, you ask, whats this from? A standard H/c slash story? No, it's from a book. The Outlaw Josey Wales, by Forrest Carter. It was later turned into a movie starring Clint Eastwood.

Just felt like sharing that. :)