“Yes, I wrote my daughter a letter. And that bastard that made me call him Father took pieces of it, that only Allison would know were from me, and used it to manipulate her, to turn her into something she was never supposed to be. I never wanted her to become me. And it got her killed. I will find that man, and I will kill him. Even if I have to come back from the grave.”—Eaddy Mays (as Victoria Argent)’s very powerful answer to the question of whether or not Victoria actually wrote the letter to Allison (via wolftraps)
I've been great! Mostly I've been extremely busy with my internship and having to move as well (back to my parents, alas for still being a college student with no budget...). But I love my internship, cause I learn so much and I'm surrounded every day by brilliant scientists. Which means our lunch discussions involve things like what we did over the weekend and the best way to break into an international summit, lol.
That sounds awesome!! I’m glad you’re having a good college experience and that the internship is going well. It’s nice to hear from you now and again <3 <3
Hi, so you don't know me, but I'm Anda, and I read a certain series you write, pretty intensely. I just have a question, and I really am sorry for this, but I was wondering if you could be more specific about the situation with Ian's tweets? Because I just spent the better part of two hours combing through his feed for the last year, and couldn't figure it out. Are they in replies? Does he delete things? I'm just lost over here, and really would like to know. Sorry?
Hi, Anda, I’m glad you hear you’re enjoying my writing! Ian makes a lot of sexist, misogynistic tweets, as well as a spat of victim blaming tweets about women who were raped. I honestly don’t have the time to go through his feed and list them for you, but maybe you could search the “anti Ian Bohen” tag or the “lol Ian Bohen” tag and find some explanatory posts. Hopefully you can find what you’re looking for there.
In some ways, the term “pansexual” came out of biphobia and a need to stipulate that one was not transphobic. If you take the binary view of “bisexual,” then a sexuality specific to an attraction to men and women could be seen as being noninclusive of transgender men and women. On the other hand, transgender men and women want to (and should) be seen as simply men and women, meaning that they would/should be included in that very binary; not including them tends to be much more phobic and noninclusive.
Then there is the thought that the binary view of bisexuality can be seen as phobic of anyone who identifies as genderqueer, or somewhere along the gender and sexuality spectrum, not identifying as male or female, man or woman. But, as I mentioned before, the true definition of “bisexual” is being attracted to those who are the same as me and those who are different from me, encompassing all genders and identities. The often-repeated argument that “bi means two” ignores a simple fact: “Same” and “different” are, indeed, two groups.
”—via The Bad ‘B’ Word: A Need for Bisexual Acceptance
I still haven't watched the last three episodes of TW, so I wasn't on any TW blogs for like a month to avoid spoilers. But I missed yours and Cede's too much, so I decided to just be spoiled and get back to your awesomeness :D So very belatedly, congrats on moving in together, I am so happy for you!!
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
Cede and I got our photo taken with Karl Urban on Thursday, and he is warm and beautiful and smiley. He does not smell as nice as JR, though. But at this point I’m pretty sure no one is as perfect as JR.
OMG, FanX is wearing me right the fuck out. But it has been awesome introducing the kidlets to Con life; The Girl is drinking it up like water and they are all enjoying showing off their pictures with various cosplayers to their friends.
Stiles is driving in his jeep when the horrible, no good, very bad thing happens. In which 17 year old Peter Hale and Chris Argent materialize in present day Beacon Hills and things become awkward very, very fast.