Doing some manual tumblr mirroring of fic-related posts. Please excuse the flood.

I started writing a new Hannigram fic today. Here’s your hint.

Just a reminder, for anyone interested, or anyone who maybe didn't see my post before.

I'm auctioning 10,000 words of DC fanfic for help_japan . The bidding is currently up to $150! 



I'm thrilled and flattered XD. I didn't expect the bid to go so high! (I was kind of scared that no-one would bid at all, actually.)

The bidding closes on the 31st, just in case anyone's looking to challenge the current bid-holder...

*flails around a little*

I talk about T a lot, and I'm not sure who, outside me closest internet friends, knows who she is. T's my primary client as a caregiver - a 15 year old girl with Downs Syndrome (and probably undiagnosed autism). She's a complete and total handful - she hasn't gotten a lot of the care, attention, therapy, and basic life skills training she should have, by this point in her life, and every day is like a crash course, trying to a) keep her from doing anything *too* socially unacceptable in public and b) catch her up. She still doesn't understand concepts like money (other than she can trade a dollar bill for an icee at the place we go sometimes), or the days of the week. 

I am going to miss her terribly when I move.

When I picked her up from school today, she and her teacher came out to the car, and she gave me a pair of earrings. They're very simple - red and blue glass beads on one of those pin set-ups you can buy at the craft store. She told me they were for me. Her teacher told me that they were supposed to make jewelry for their mothers today, but T kept insisting they were for me. And had been talking all day about how she was going to give them to me.

I thanked her and hugged her and took them out of the bag to look at them, and asked if she'd picked out the beads herself. She leaned over in the car, touched the red bead and said "Red!" and sat back looking pleased (red is her favorite color) and just as I was translating from T speak that she had in fact picked out the beads, she leaned back over, touched the blue bead, touched my arm, and said "Blue!" (The bead was just my favorite shade of blue.)

And then she was very confused because I started crying. I had to unbuckle to squeeze her properly XD. I'm going to miss her so much. And now I've got something she made me that I can keep. I've got pictures she's drawn and cards and things, Christmas ornaments we made together. She made these for me by herself, though, and picked the pieces out special and... I'm tearing up again. ;_;

Wallpapers

Free for the taking, though please don't repost without asking. A few of these are simple crops, but most of them took a lot of time and modification.

If your monitor doesn't fit any of the ratios offered here, and you're interested in wallpapers by me, let me know in the comments, maybe along with your favorite characters. I won't promise anything, but when I get bored and want to do something visual, I do go looking for ideas based on what my friends want to see. <3


( reaaaaallly image heavy )

Title: Not Quite a Nightmare.
Author:iesika 
Summary: Bruce's subconscious is a scary place. But you knew that.
Warnings: This story may or may not contain dubious consent. It's possible Bruce is just crazy.
Pairing/Characters: Bruce/Jason. Maybe.
Notes: No, I'm not quite sure, either. Written for pornday .


( Behind the cut )

This is one of those semi-obligatory "I am still alive" posts. I've spent the last two months making gifts for the holidays during all my spare time, and, as soon as the party I got volunteered to co-host tonight is over, I have to start packing, because I'm moving from one apartment to another in less than a month. 

I'm having a bit of a slump, mood-wise. I think it's mostly stress, though there's family stuff going on I won't go into detail about here. It's subtle and passive aggressive and would take too long to try and explain. 

I'm taking a little break for a few minutes... I've been cooking and cleaning for two days, but I had to sit down for a minute, in the middle of scrubbing the bathroom, because my audiobook just finished and I had to transfer over the next one ASAP. Here, have a recommendation, via neopeius , who turned me onto the series: David Brin's Uplift books are fantastically amazingly wonderful. Because you want to read a murder mystery set inside the sun, You really do. It's harder to explain the delicious cat-and-mouse hunt under the oceans of a poisonous world, in the second book - more like The Enemy Below had a baby with the Lord of the Flies, but with space battles and atavistic dolphins.

I'm also going to share a recipe because it is to die for.

Microwave fudge: 

3 cups chocolate chips (or, in the case of my second batch, half chocolate and half peanut butter baking chips.)
1 can condensed milk
1/4 c butter

Microwave on half power for 3 minutes. Stir. If it's not all melted, give it another minute and stir again. Pour into a greased or plastic-wrap lined 8x8 pan and let cool. Cut into squares. TA DA. Proceed to make yourself sick.  (Fudge for breakfast =/= good idea)

Title: Snap
Characters/Pairing: Tim, Dick
Rating: PG
Prompt: Tim(/author's choice), why Tim doesn't take photographs anymore.
Notes: For the_protagonist  on the anniversary of her birth. <3



( Snap, snap, snap goes the shutter in Tim's brain )

kirax2 threw me a party. ^_^

Fuck yeah I am awesome. I am so rad, I glow in the dark. Literally.

You can't really tell well from the picture... hopefully I will get some proper ones on Halloween itself (though I will have a different suit then) - but I am glowing in half a dozen places, my face is melted, I am covered in slime, and my suit says RADI-TEC WASTE REMOVAL (and the back is a huge radioactive warning symbol). Also, all my goop was black light reactive.

Anyway, I took 2nd place at our apartment complex's Halloween party, tonight (a wee bit bitter since the person who won 1st was dressed as a witch), and M got third for her "pirate booty", so between the two of us, we got $175 knocked off our rent for the month.

The suit is just painted coveralls, expertly modified with sharpie (everyone thought I'd bought it as was), and I was wearing clean booties, black rubber gloves, the melted face mask and respirator, and a ton of slime and paint. The slime was made out of borax and glue. There were glowsticks secreted all over my person.

It was motherfucking awesome.

But the coolest thing? My downstairs neighbor told me that for Halloween? He has an actual hazmat suit, and I am free to do whatever I like to it.