look at me still talking when there's science to do

rain-spotted geishas
three girls, bubbling up, laughing
wait - no! beautiful boys.


(yes, i really did see three guys dressed as geishas yesterday - no, Tuesday. they were gorgeous. i told them so. <3 i've been trying to work this haiku out of my head since then.)

melt/fire/calm (dr. who: tenth doctor/jack: nc-17) relinking this again because i posted it in august here, so it belongs on this roundup.

tiny bubbles (dr. who: tenth doctor/jack; pg-13) first piece for the kissbingo challenge. prompt was 'body: knees'

rain dance (torchwood/dr. who; jack harkness genfic, featuring bebe!jack and his mama. written for bringthehappy. prompt was 'jack: raindrops'.

quite pleased with all three of these pieces. wish i could have managed more output. i need to learn to organize my time home alone better (ie: not waste my entire day playing sims). that's something i'm going to strive for this month; i want to organize my time better, do more fics and art and less spending huge blocks of time playing sims.

After a week, Corbin was gone. No fanfare, no pressure: they just woke up that morning and the sky was bright and quiet, brighter and quieter than it had been in weeks. No crows speckling the ground like black pepper; no lanky boy in a leather jacket cross-legged and patient on the lawn. He was gone as suddenly as he had arrived.

"I liked him." Jaye pronounced. One of her flock, a small Steller's that hadn't quite grown into its feathers yet, perched on her shoulder and nodded sagely.

"Well, you would, he's a corvid." Columba fluffed her ever-present grey shawl around her shoulders. "You're practically the same species. Loud and obnoxious, the whole lot of you." She tried to look annoyed, but a smile kept creeping through.

"Spirited." Jaye wrinkled her nose, and several of her flock cawed in agreement as they puffed up into balls of winter down.

"Yes." Columba stroked the head of one of her doves, gently digging her fingertips into the soft feathers at the back of its neck. "Go see what we've got in the stores for lunch, will you?"

"Course." She was gone in a flash of blue-grey feathers. The room was quiet for a little while, save for the soft coos and murmurs of Columba's roosting doves.

A small voice interrupted the silence. "Do you miss him, Col?"

"Sort of." Columba replied, reaching down to lift the little girl up onto the bed. Half a dozen chicks fell over each other as they tried to follow her. "It was ... sort of flattering to be fussed over, i suppose. But you can't just run off with some fellow that camps out on your lawn. Honestly." she laughed a little. "Males. Their mating displays are so ridiculous."

(the end? maybe. i don't know. i like them, and i keep thinking up new characters, but no new plots. argh. i want to illustrate it. Columba wears a big dress and is all shades of grey and brown and white; jaye is more vibrant, lots of blues and raggedy-but-hip thrift store clothes. Henny has tortoise-shell-hair (like chicken's feathers, short) and bare feet and is always surrounded by a cloud of little chicks. idk.)

A lovely, productive month. i approve of it.

fanfic:

new jersey heat a cop AU which i came up with in the spur of the moment and it kind of ran away with me. may well do more with it should the muse decide.

one most immutable more monks!

kanyu amber/kutner fic on the afterlife bus.

body double house/13 porny oneshot. mmm.

eh, maybe dialogue only fic in which wilson is manipulated (or is he? stay tuned for a part two.)

exothermic major character deathfic. but other than that it's pretty good, i have to admit. (hard to talk more about it without giving it away.)

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non-fanfic: (new policy: these stay unlocked for one week after this post and get flocked again. they may not be as popular as my fanfic but they are definitely more saleable and i'm trying to work towards that these days.)

and after short fiction in one hundred words.

fifty words of smut f/f smut in fifty words, duh.

lost in translation m/m smut, original characters.

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poems: (same policy as original works above: these stay unlocked for one week after this post and get flocked again. same reasons.)

farewell, cassandra written for the 'nine things about oracles' project.

graphology about letters and metals and inks and words.

Rated NC-17: bad porn, a miniskirt and two boys that can't keep their hands to themselves: about 200 words or thereabouts.

( the game started as a joke. )

brought to you by geekchick, epi_lj, foxestacado and miintikwa

IMPORTANT: canada restores citizenship to many. Anyone who was forced to give up canadian citizenship to be citizens of another country (the US used to have this rule) as well as their children.

(digression and explanation of tag: i cannot tell you how much i hate the 'canadia' thing. it drives me nucking bugfutz. it's more lame than funny at this point and it was never funny to begin with.it really should say 'saying canadia makes me want to beat you senseless with a soapstone sculpture* but that won't fit in the tag list. anyway, carry on)

robotic penguins!

stores arranging wine tastings by lunar calendar - does the moon really affect the taste of wine?

cool stuff on ancient retroviruses in the new yorker and scientific american

lightlikewater reminded me of this post I'd bookmarked, by yuki_onna: how to sleep with a writer. this is ... possibly one of the most important posts i've ever read. because it's so very, very true.

miintikwa, who is a very good friend of mine, is trying to raise money to offset her cat's vet bills by offering tarot readings. she is very good at this (i don't tend to trust a lot of this sort of thing but there are several people that seem to hit the mark consistently with me. she is one of these people.) details for tarot readings are at her LJ or her site owl takes flight.

vaguely crummy things about today: sean got into my drawing pencils and i can't find one of them. i'm still kind of tired despite two naps. it's warmer than i'd like in here. i had a random panic attack and i'm not sure i'm completely over it despite klonopin, banana (for potassium - first nutrient your body loses when you're anxious) and emergency chocolate. i haven't really got much done today. sean strew the contents of the trash can across the living room while i was making his snack (which i wasn't able to make earlier because i fell asleep.)

cool things about today: i got some friend-love and some cat-love and some boy-love; the box set of 'blue planet: seas of life' arrived a day early, as did my meds; i got new shoes that fit okay; on disk five of the new box set there's an episode about the amazon (which is awesome because it has river dolphins!) and another episode of antarctica (which is awesome because DUH.) emily cleaned the apartment yesterday while i was in the mri.

*i think only canadians and expats will actually get this joke but i'm tired and irritable, so. it's hot in here. if you want to know feel free to ask.

showgirl from the riverboat casinos, all turquoise tap pants, sugar and flounce; long legs and red seats, sweating cheap vinyl. knees creaked on the tile floor: she let me taste her, snowed sequins as she shivered against my lips and fingers and her cry was that of a bright-throated bird.

they found her blue-lipped, wide-eyed-wild
raging hot: claimed fever-dreams, her drugs,
skin ravaged purple, a junkie's pox. her words
mean nothing, her body less.

but still
you trace her through the sheet: the arcs
of roman nose and collarbones, the wasted skin
had shadowed honest words. this late Cassandra
sang songs of fear and hunger most forgot.
they sink into your bones, and you will not.


(reconsiders it over ice cream. is pretty good. *submits*)

(edit: written for elisem's 'nine things about oracles'. Artpost is here: original inspiration/jewelry is here.)

today's clickies are brought to you by foxestacado, bernie_laraemie, bishojo_kitsune, nightdog_barks, lauramcewan, miintiktwa and machineplay: they are all fantastic people and good friends. <3

short-legged 'sausage pony' prompts emergency calls. People think it's stuck in the mud. I can so see why.

a brief primer on bisexual characters. this is hysterical. i <3 my girl so so so much. her snark brings all the girls (certainly me) to the yard.

name the new node of the international space station!

Two stories about fostered penguin chicks: here and here

scent that smells like used books. it's not BPAL, it's CB i hate perfume - i haven't tried their stuff but it looks interesting. They have a 'grass' scent too (i adore the smell of freshmown grass) that I want to check out.

cat found inside used couch yes, it has a happy ending. what a great story. <3

tiger cub at the jerusalem zoo.

cab driver found guilty of drugging and raping female passengers.

FDA approves next-generation female condom

can hyperbaric oxygen therapy help autistic kids? The study seems credible but they admit it needs more research. It's not a cure by any means. Interesting though.

scientists plan to drive northwest passage

dolphins blowing, and then playing with, bubbles. SO ADORABLE. must-view video.

pet AT-AT

Slept in FAR later than i wanted to. this is such an ANNOYING cycle, sleeping in/not being able to get to sleep/sleeping in. AUGH.

Trying to rework my writing process/daily routine. As in 'need to set up routine/process rather than dicking around all day and then being annoyed/angry at myself when stuff doesn't get done'. this also means 'stop having as many irrational expectations' and 'learn to not beat up on self'. I'm working on it. It'll probably take a while. (need to call new neuro today.)

Kid's replacement MP3 player came in finally (there was a problem with the original unit even after upgrading the firmware; we had to send it back.) These are great for younger kids, and REALLY great for autistic/developmentally delayed kids. I can't reccommend them enough. (I also have a discount code if anyone wants it, so if you're looking to buy, let me know.)

today's clickies brought to you by bernie_laraemie, euclase and nihilistech, all of whom are fantastic friends of mine. <3

race to save 200 whales and dolphins after mass stranding on Tasmanian beach. this makes me sad but i'm happy that they're being cared for.

fifty strange buildings of the world. these are SO AMAZING, eeee!

oldest sample of weapons-grade plutonium found on beach. eee, again!

today: must call oral surgeon after he gets back from lunch. pondering going out but not sure where. i want to try out wheelchair in museum setting but as i recall they're frequently closed on Mondays. trying to write for purimgifts and somewhat failing on that front. vacuum hose is clogged again, damnit. aughfrustrating. pain today is about a four maybe five. better than yesterday and the day before i suppose. i know, isn't my life so exciting? you wish you were me, i know.

I'm so happy that the sun is coming up earlier. i have so much more energy this time of year.

i'm tempted to write a 'missing scene' fic in the merchant of venice where portia and nerissa are getting dressed as boys, but I'm getting stuck about it. possibly due to nervousness about iambic pentameter. also realize i do not have any physical copies of shakespeare's plays. (to me it matters. I like to hold the book in my hand. I can work with ebooks but they're not always my preferred medium. hm. maybe smallish trip to used book place is in order? yes, i think so. it's a nice day.

A dear friend of mine is doing a one-card tarot draw right now: if you're interested in that sort of thing I'd recommend her, because she's one of three people i trust to read my cards. Her post is here. <3

Today I'm trying to focus (preferably on writing).. I have done a whole bunch of things about going back to school (found out what form i need to fill out; found out the holds on my record in order to make them go away, etc. Am also looking for ways to get money coming in to make this whole process take less time. If I can relax enough to actually write I can submit more stuff to markets. nts: find market for microfiction; apply for writing jobs/gigs on craigslist. If anyone knows which temp agencies in Seattle don't suck too badly please let me know. I'll pretty much do anything except telemarketing.

Also: Bishop Gene Robinson will be leading opening prayer at Obama's inaugaration.

The path dissolves.

Within is silence, sharp and beautiful.

The air is cold and still; it snaps like a breaking bone, a falling icicle, skin between two fingers. Everything is shades painted on shadows; dark jagged curves of stone, palest rings as a water-strider defines surface tension.

Voices cast their own ripples through the air.

--You have to do it ---

I can't ... what if

She knows about the -- she'll --

-- need the money, right?

Right. Right..

The fog parts, allows them entry.

Three weeks later:

Bones, picked clean, scoured white: the only markers on a disappearing path.

There are several things missing from this month's roundup post, largely because I sent them off to see if they could make me a little money and they are since locked down. There are also several things that are currently in active development. So my month is more productive than this post would make you believe and I'm happy about that.

The two left are:

in the waiting line. anyone who enjoyed euclase's dark side of the moon AU? This piece is written in that 'verse. (If you read fanfic and haven't read euclase's DSOTM AU, I strongly encourage you to do so, because it is freaking AWESOME. And then if you liked it come back and read this, because I'm actually rather proud of it.

oh canada (an expatriate's love song) I do not write poetry as a general rule, but I wrote this (and another poem that is off seeing if it can make me money) this month. Huh. I suppose that makes me a poet or something. Or something.