Author has written 6 stories for Life With Derek, Even Stevens, Law and Order: SVU, Glee, and Life is Strange.
Jae, here. I debated starting up a new account...I didn't. I should probably reboot this one--get rid of the crap-tastic stories/change my picture--but I'm a fan of nostalgia, really.
One of these days I'll actually finish a multi-chap story.
Until then, throw things at me on my personal tumblr.
The reason why a good bit of you are here:
A note on the ancient Beers and Strippers:
So a large majority of what's sitting in my inbox (and in all the places) are people still a little angry about my faberry story. I figure I owe all of you an explanation for all of your raging furious fangirl feels. I wrote the entire story (the majority of it) quite a good bit ago on my laptop. My laptop, which contained all of the story, was heartily destroyed by an unassuming, bastard glass of maniacal sweet tea. Considering the fact that all 42 chapters (yep) of the story were on that laptop that I'd paid $1,000 macaroons for--not actual macaroons; that might have been more expensive considering the fact that my local Whole Foods sells macaroons for $1.15 a pop--it effectively extinguished any and all desire I had to re-write the entire series. I know it's an awful thing on my part, but when one pours hour upon hour of time into a piece and then it's ripped from them, it sort of...kills the flame. Perhaps one day I'll go back and re-write it/finish writing it (though it does look like it could use a good re-write, skimming over it, now) but right now it's still a sore spot.
To be honest, I never actually expected anyone to read it--I posted it on an un-edited whim (do note the God-awful name and horrendous description) and I honestly planned on re-vamping the whole thing, one day, anyways. So there's still hope. I do truly--sincerely--appreciate each and every one of you's devotion, even a year later, and I apologize because I, personally, want to throw pitchforks at any author who stops writing a story at, in its history, its highest emotional peak.
If you'd still like to lynch me, or petition, or just tell me about where you think the story should go/any reviews/criticisms/any of that jazz, feel free to hit up my personal tumblr and submit pictures of fire and pitchforks.
Despite how sardonic I might appear, I really am sorry, guys. And I hope I get the momentum to re-write it, one of these days. If anything, just so that I can change the idiotic name and description. ;)
Keep it real,