May. 12th, 2008

tsukinofaerii: Whosoever findeth this hammer, if she be hot, shall wield the power of the gnarly Thor (Default)
This is going to be my reference post. Every fanfiction I rate is going to link back to here, so people can understand what my tags mean. Please feel free to link to it, to use the system, or even copy/paste into your own journal. Credit is appreciated, but there's really no need. I'd also like to note that this system assumes no default for pairing type. For me, YAOI/Slash are the default and I prefer to be warned when something is veering away from that. Others feel differently, and I am actively attempting to respect that. Nothing will be assumed.

In a side-note, I know that absolutely everyone will be scratching their heads and going, "Why change?". My reasons for changing are actually pretty simple. I'm tired of looking at a fanfic and wondering how to rate the bloody thing! I'm also tired of seeing people rate something "PG13" because someone says "hell" when the rest of the story is pretty much soft-core everything. I think that, as writers, we should be concerned with the complexity of our stories and the seriousness of the theme. Little details like language shouldn't matter the way the MPAA system tries to make them matter. So call this a tiny rebellion.
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tsukinofaerii: Whosoever findeth this hammer, if she be hot, shall wield the power of the gnarly Thor (Default)
I glanced at him, and cocked my head to one side. Distantly, but quickly growing nearer, I could hear haunting, musical baying, ghostly in the midnight air. "Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds."

"Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear."

"You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heck-hounds. Godmother's out hunting. How the hell did she find us so damned fast?"
SOMUCH OMFUCKINGGYAY!!!!!

/end SAJLAKGJ;J;H

ETA:
"It's still a pretty good walk to the spot you showed me on the map," Bob said. "A mile, maybe two, in subjective terms."

"Two miles," Michael noted, clinically. "I can't run that far. Not with my ribs like they are."

"And I can't carry you," Thomas said. "I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits. Let's go, Harry. It's just me and you."

OMG I LOVE THOMAS. And I have a horrible feeling that he's evil. Or going to die. Both would suck.

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