For fuck's sake. Yuletide isn't government, nor is it education, nor a business trying to garner investments. There's no obligation for "transparency" or "uniformity." It's a fan fiction exchange. For fun. If you don't like it, and if complaining directly to the people who make the decisions doesn't yield the desired result, don't play. Let the ( Read more... )

Jumping on this bandwagon: I vehemently don't ship Livejournal/Facebook! There's some overlap, yeah, but mostly I keep this part of my life cordoned off from Real Life. I like having a part of the internet where I can be unprofessional and inappropriate if I feel like it. I don't need my mom knowing I sometimes write smut, I don't need my boss ( Read more... )

( spoilers and profanity under the cut. )

Dear Wednesday,

Fuck you. Fuck you hard, with sharp objects.

We're through, do you hear me, Wednesday? It's over.

And do you know why? You lied to me, Wednesday. You promised me you weren't like Thursday; you said you weren't unpredictable and you promised you'd never try to be bad-ass like Friday and Saturday. You said you were as slow and steady as ( Read more... )