Warnings guidelines posted

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We've now expanded the section on Warnings in our reccing guidelines.

It now says:
Warnings need not be copied from the authors' original headings, nor are they needed for every rec. Warnings should be given for rape, extreme violence, underage sex, or character death. Other content may be mentioned in the reccer's comments at her or his discretion. Do not put slash, het, asexuality, or other information about relationships under "Warnings".

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The template includes a line for Warnings if they're necessary, but again, not every rec has to include them. You don't have to say "Warning: No warning" either. Warning for kissing or smoking or swearing or the like is inappropriate. Warnings for sexual content (that's indicated by the rating and genre) and relationship genre (that's indicated by the pairing and the Gen/Slash/Het genre) are unnecessary, and warnings for sexual orientation or type of relationship can be offensive. Please do mention kinks, fetishes, etc. or any other content you think is significant or that you think the reader should be aware of in your comments about the story or vid or artwork.

Questions are welcome in comments here or on the guidelines post, or in PMs to one of the mods.

ETA: Amend that to "rape and non-con" -- for non-consensual sex. If you're in doubt about shades of meaning, mention the issue in your comments. The concept to warn for that we're aiming at is sex forced against one's will.

Reverse Chronology by ivyblossom

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Title: Reverse Chronology
Author: ivyblossom
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: ~6,200 words
Rating: G
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: This is John's blog, during about a 5 month interval. I intended to write a story about the slow blossoming of a relationship, writing it in chronological order, but at the last second I realized of course you'd have to read it in reverse chronology. It's a blog, after all.

Reccer's comments: This is a very funny and endearing story wherein John is at best oblivious and at worst in denial about the true nature of his relationship with Sherlock, even though all and sundry seem to be trying to enlighten him.

We are still perfectly ordinary flatmates, in case you were wondering (I know you were). This evening, Sherlock momentarily used my head to rest his tea cup on while sorting through some papers. While everyone imagines we have this romantic relationship, in reality I'm more like a bit of furniture he's dragged home. He put his feet on my knee while we were watching the telly tonight, too. So consider me more like an end table or a footstool, would you?

Poor, deluded John.