Once again, I am cutting it down to the wire with these 30_kisses thingies. ^_^;; And, because I'm completely insane, I've also claimed Yamamoto/Gokudera from Reborn. 'Cause I love them so~. &hearts

Title: bye-bye, security deposit
Series: Death Note
Pairing: Hal, the SPK; implied Mello/Hal.
Prompt: #24 - goodnight @ 30_kisses.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 650
Notes: Set post series, so spoilery.
Summary: A gunshot slices through the dark, kissing bone, muscle, grey matter, and Hal wonders, dimly, if he would hate her for being so unfaithful.

( The humid air slides between her skin and bones like cyanide. )

So, I'm 23 today, woot woot. Feeling less angsty than last night, thanks to all the facebook spam I've been getting, haha.

And Reborn! porn. It's so incredibly awesome that, for once, my OTP (see icon :3) is also the fandom OTP. Usually, my OTP will be, like, the most obscure and/or hated pairing in any given fandom. Not this time mwahahaha! :D

And it's yaoi too wtf. Not that I dislike yaoi obviously. I'd just never really OTP'd it before for one reason or another. Now, all of a sudden, all my OTPs are all either yaoi, yuri, or 'cest.

Yes. Reborn! has finally got me shipping 'cest.

My current OT3 is Yamamoto/Gokudera (see icon, again :), plus Gokudera's sister, and uh. I secretly have a crush on her too wtf.

I'd like to think that it's just this wonky fandom messing with my usual shipping tendencies. But, uh. I think my existing perversion is just intensifying with age, ehe.

Bumming bumming bumming over silly shit. It's ridiculous. But, part of me doesn't want to get any older. At least, not older than 25.

23 is okay and 24 should be, too, but, by 25, you're pretty much officially OLD and will then have to start lying about your age and hoping you'll get carded every time you go out to buy beer.

It's kind of scary actually. I'm starting to get little lines around my eyes and, for the first time EVER, contemplated anti-wrinkle cream wtf.

I guess every age has its own dramaz. Well. Except 21. 21 was awesome. The morning after... not so much. And anyway, my old man turned 50 a couple weeks back, so I can't really complain.

Midlifetwenties crisis lol. Except not really.

Oy vey, drama h0r!!

FUCKING REBORN! WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO?

I mean, srsly. It's like Naruto; just replace the lame-ass ninjas with teh badass Italian mafia. Idk. Maybe because Reborn! is so epic and amazing and fabulous, while Naruto is, well... not?

And asdfkajldfadf so many sexy guys omfmg!!!1

For serious, Yamamoto. My current level of obsession with you is not fucking normal, and you need to stop seducing me over the intrawebs.

//////lame

On another note! Lily Allen, guys. This random British popstar I'd never heard of before put out the best fucking anti-Bush song song in the history of ever. Kinda moot at this point, I guess, but awesome nonetheless.

Download itttttttttttt.

So. In addition to writing Matt birthday fic (on his actual birthday wtf), I claimed him at a blogcrew. Apparently, my dorkiness knows no bounds. ^^;

Title: burn marks
Series: Death Note
Pairing: Matt/Mello
Prompt: What hope shall we cherish, what pure premonition @ 31_days
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 116
Summary: Mello's got this uncanny ability to pop up wherever the hell, and there he is. Out of nowhere.

( Like a firecracker burning in the February snow. )

So, I picked up Katekyo Hitman Reborn! a little while ago, and OMGWTFHOLYFINGSHIT! It's amazing. It's incredible. It's epic. And fabulously gay~&hearts

I pretty much devoured it in the space of 2 weeks, and now I'm all asdfkljsdfgkfgg needs moar because the current chapter's raw has been out for days! And it's more addicting than crack. *_* Not the anime, though - which makes Bleach fillers look like fucking Rembrandt or something. And completely butcher the original storyline. But whatevs. The crack, glory, and amazing artwork of the manga makes up for it.

So, go read it. Now.

Guh, obsessed. &hearts

Original fic ahoy~ loosely based around this nightmare I had during clinicals. Tagged "fanfiction" purely for continuity. Or something, haha.

Title: infarct
Series: Original
Characters: Paul & Jane McCann
Prompt: casually smashed to pieces @ 31_days
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Summary: Life is a pause. A beep. A single moment spiraling into infinity.

( And she can't stop falling. )

Title: all of this
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Ishida/Nemu
Prompt: warm strangers @ 31_days
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Notes: Set in the SS arc.
Summary: Seireitei's canvas is colored in blood.

( And she's a discarded doll with wooden bones and dark glass eyes. )

CSM/Scully wtf. Haha, geriatric OTP!

Title: Smoke
Series: The X-Files
Pairing: CSM, Scully; implied CSM/Scully and Mulder/Scully
Prompt: a thinking woman sleeps with monsters @ 31_days
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 264
Notes: Set during En Ami.
Summary: Scully imagines long-fingered hands, clothes on the floor, all of her practiced veils and pretences falling away like ash from a cigarette.

( But she never could get the smell out of her clothes. )

Title: fairer than the fairest maiden
Series: The X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/Scully & porn. My eternal OTP~&hearts
Prompt: if you weren't real I'd make you up @ 31_days
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 173
Notes: Set in the I Want To Believe-verse
Summary: In which Scully leaves town for a conference, and a woe-begotten Mulder runs out of pencils.

( Bad things happen. )

I think I've been hit by an angst bus. Haha. ^_^; Written for the 31_days theme: a ghost in the morning moon.

Title: Radiance
Series: Half and Half
Pairing: Shinichi/Yuuki
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 346
Notes: Spoilers for the series, which comprises a single chapter. Interposed with the e.e. cummings poem: (once like a spark)
Summary: At night, her dreams soar across his mind like a thousand errant butterflies. A kaleidoscope of sound and color. Fireworks.

( He wakes up, breathless, and draws for ten hours straight. )

Obscure lit ftw! There is not a single comm for this pairing (or book) anywhere, but I don't care. :P Also, Boston love! &hearts

Title: Now The World
Series: Banishing Verona
Pairing: Zeke/Verona
Prompt: the language of cities @ 31_days
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 468
Disclaimer: Characters are property of Margot Livesy; no infringement intended.
Notes: Set post series, after the child.
Summary: Verona's laughter carries through the house like a thousand fireflies, scattering radiance.

( Fly around the world with me! )

I've always wanted to write Ukitake/Nanao. Hee~~ :D

Title: calligraphy
Prompt: her handwriting @ 31_days
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 283
Warning: Spoilers through the Hueco Mundo arc.
Summary: He tries not to imagine the pale ivory of her clavicle, hidden under folds of fabric. Her glass hands, taut and clenched.

( She vanishes into the city, scattering memories. )

Happy New Year, everyone~!! &hearts I'm still working on the holiday fics (haha, ^_^;), but for now, here's something for 31_days ~ Some musings on the division flowers.

Title: invisible marigolds
Series: Bleach
Characters: Kira, Hinamori
Prompt: Jan. 1 - our breaths in winter
Rating: G
Wordcount: 123
Summary: Kira stands vigil, while his breaths blossom into invisible marigolds.

( Clumps of shinigami stream through the city like fading comet tails. )

and say: Merry Christmas, bitches!

Hope everyone got/will get some great loot - regardless of their celebratory practices and religious affiliation. :D

Anyway.

In light of this splendidly festive period of festiveness, I'm in the mood for some gift!fic.

So. Request away!

Just be aware that my fandom repertoire is extremely limited. Fandoms include: Bleach, Death Note, Ouran, Miyazaki stuff, and Naruto, I suppose. Non-anime fandoms include pretty much everything else. Obscure 40's movies own. ;)

Alrighty then. Gimme some pairings and prompts, yo. The kinkier, the better :P.

Internship's done! Finally.

It was a growing experience, and occasionally a painful one. I can't count how many times I'd driven home crying. 3 months in acute care will expose you to a lot. Fast.

I've seen people with Parkinson's, multiple sclerosis, strokes, and MRSA. Once, I'd treated I guy straight out of the ICU with so many contact precautions, I went into his room looking like an astronaut. Half the time, I was worried about him coding on me. D:

Fortunately, none of my patients did. :)

Overall, I've seen a lot, learned a lot, grown a lot. But... I don't see myself working in acute care again, or as a hand therapist. Over these past 3 months, I never really got over my initial shakiness. 3 months later, at the very end, I can't really say that I've gained the confidence I'd hoped I would.

But, I made it. I got through this first phase. My next internship will be at an inpatient psychiatric hospital... which should provide equal wtfuckery. But, having gotten through my first clinical, I feel like I'll approach my 2nd one differently: with stronger clinical skills, more confidence, and (hopefully) a little more insight.

Till then, though... I think I'll just crash, clean my room... and reclaim my sanity. XD;

So. I took 2 days off clinicals, sat around the house, AND broke the world record for "longest period without bathing." In that order.

Last week: the craziest-assed ice storm ever left half of New Hampshire, Mass, and Maine without power. Over a million! D:

The day after: work was pretty much out. A bunch of the other OTs were taking it off, and HELLO FALLEN TREES AND OPEN POWER LINES ACROSS EVERY OTHER STREET. D:

I spent the weekend in a cold, dark, internet-less slump, and took today off because... no, I will not sneak into the rehab shower (through the *giant* physical therapy gym) at 7 in the morning - and be mistaken for a WILD MOUNTAIN MAN! (Which are pretty common in New England :)

Fortunately, the power returned today. And I look like a chick again. :)

And. I've made a solemn oath to never bitch about dumb stuff ever again.

'Cause, not showering for AN ENTIRE WEEK does some SRZ SHIT to your head, yo. For serious. O_O

Almost done with my first internships. :D

FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can now say - for the first time in 8 years - that I am proud to be an American. Fucking proud. So, thanks, Obama - for restoring that to me. To the nation.

Well... most of it anyway. :) My hardcore Republican grandma is likely fucking up some serious shit right now. And not in a good way. XD;;;

So, my recent bloodwork came back the other day and apparently, I'm anemic.

It's sort of a relief, though. I mean, I've always tired easily, but I would be, like, coming home every day at 6-7pm ready to fall on my face! And that's just weird. Yet, it completely makes sense because my diet's been absolute crap ever since I've started clinicals and I never eat red meat.

So. Taking iron supplements now. And forcing down Mom's meatloaf. >_< She's made it her mission to re-ironize me - going as far as confiscating my tea due its supposed interference with iron metabolism.

Whatever. If I can start lasting until 9:30, I'll deal. Or go to detox, 'cause I'm a caffeine h0 like that.

Anyway. I was poking around springkink (going through fandom detox, lol) when I came upon a Where's Waldo/Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? crossover. (You know- from the awesome 90's~).

And now I'm, like, shipping it harder than UPS/Fedex wtf.

Next, Wednesday morning's gonna roll around with Palin the Supreme Dictator of the Western World, because the next constitutional ammendment will nullify the constitution... and McCain (who somehow won) will have suffered a most unfortunate accident.

OH SHI-