We’ve all seen those quotes tossed around on Facebook or Tumblr or Twitter, those insufferable images made up of some vague and blurry, sepia background image with elegant text over the top.
“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.”“Get it, girl!”“She believed the could, so she did!”“You are beautiful.”“You get in life what you have the courage to ask for.”“Stay positive!”“Be the girl who’s in love with her own life!”
Don’t they just make you want to vomit? They’re so clearly aimed at other people, people who have a chance at all the things you don’t. Girls who can wear a messy up-do and sweat pants to Starbucks and still get flirted with by the barista. Women who go to bars with friends and end up getting most of their drinks free from admirers. Boys who get, ‘Do you like me?’ notes slipped to them in class. Men who have the luxury of complaining about all the messages they get on OKCupid and how over half of them are from women they’re “just not that into.”
It's October and I'm celebrating by giving you all a free short! Gwen and Mel are thrown together again, so naturally they bicker and then everything goes to hell.
Despite how things went last time Gwen helped Mel on a case, she gives into the bribe he offers and agrees to let him drag her through miles of gravestones and gobs of mud on a freezing, stormy night. It's not for nothing, at least: Mel's been hired by a rich couple to locate their stubborn kid and drag him home, even if he kicks and screams the whole way. Mel's a werewolf, after all; he can handle a steel-toe to the gut if it comes to that. It's only after Gwen's fingers are numb and her patience is strained that she realizes Mel may not be the only dangerous creature out there among the tombstones.
A cemetery, a necromancer, and the promise of a boatload of cupcakes: Gwen Arthur's about to have a very interesting Halloween.
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I have four cats, though it can currently be considered that I have eight cats. My roommate has four and my four obviously still live with us, so there we go: eight cats and me, often home alone because my roommate has a swinging social life and I’m ugly. The upside to cats is that, regardless of what people say about them, you can get some real loving, snuggly cats who notice when you feel bad and want to make things better.
If you want a cat like this, the best path is to go to a shelter and specifically ask for a cat who’s over age five. Cats are basically adults once they hit five and that’s when they start to get snuggly and lovey. My oldest girl cat wanted nothing to do with cuddles or love until she hit about six and then she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to be in my face at all times, she loved giving kisses (bashing her face against mine) and, oddly, loved to be spanked.
I don’t think it means the same to me as it did to her, but she still seemed happy to have the sides of…