I am not human.

Why is PWP porn so damn hard to write?

Also, I have another packet of Fun Dips, and I think I'm gonna eat it now. :D

I love him even more now. The quote at the very end didn't hurt either. ;)

Title: Breaking the News
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~7,300
Summary: Dave decides Emily should meet the Rossi family...and the team finds out.
Thanks: To resolucidity for the beta job and to moonflower75, who is my go-to-gal for Italian translations.

( Breaking the News )

Title: Trust and Ties
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~3100
Summary: Spencer wakes Aaron up. Aaron doesn't mind at all. PWP
Notes: This is for resolucidity to thank her for all she's done for us lately.

( Trust and Ties )

So I got up this morning, ready to have a good "Sunday". Slept late and all, felt good. Went to go make my big breakfast, which I do every "weekend". Now, I'm low on coffee since me and the husband are both in the red until payday, so I carefully divided what I had left yesterday so I had enough for one cup yesterday and today. Not enough, but it works.

So I was making breakfast, grooving to The Pixies, and ran out of paper towels. No biggie. I had a new roll. Went to reach for it, and in the process spilled my only cup of coffee everywhere. So I scramble to stop the coffee from reaching the cords of a couple appliances, and I start smelling smoke. So, basically my only cup of coffee is gone and I burned half of my breakfast. There is still coffee all over the kitchen because I wanted to at least eat my eggs while they were hot. I just sort of stuck paper towels around the edges of the spill to keep it from spreading.

Long story short, I went from upbeat to grumpy in about an hour, and I still have a freaking mess to clean up. Grr.

I JUST SUBMITTED MY bau_bigbang DRAFT!! This is after writing over 10k in six days. *collapse* innerslytherin and resolucidity assure me it's not shit, too! *g*

17300 / 20000 words. 87% done!

I never write this fast on solo-fics, folks. I need a nap now.

So I passed the draft min word count, but I still feel like there are a few gaps to fill in before I can turn my bau_bigbang fic in tomorrow. So I'm still on the edge as to whether or not it's gonna be a part of the BB or not. Considering I only had about 6k a few days ago, though, I feel pretty accomplished.

15404 / 20000 words. 77% done!

P.S. THE CM BIG BANG IS STILL LOOKING FOR ARTISTS, ALL YOU ARTY PEEPS ON THE FLIST!

It's just so wrong that I walked into the dentist office and the song playing over the speakers was 'Hurt So Good'.

Ummm... No thanks.

Anyway, the X-ray looked good. There is no decay, no abscess, not even any redness around the gums. He adjusted my crown, but said that it's just sitting so low on my jaw that it might just continue to irritate and hurt me. He can't sit it up any higher without leaving a gap, which will make it impossible to keep clean, which is unacceptable. He said he's know just three people with very deep root canals like mine that have had this problem, and if this adjustment doesn't work, I may have to consider surgery to lower the bone in that part of my jaw.

*whimpers*

Um... *whimpers more*

I'll just sit here and get ready to fail my math test at Pellissippi now.

Added just over 2k tonight on the big bang fic in 30 minute sprints with innerslytherin tonight. Going to try to do more tomorrow by starting earlier and not taking as much of teh drugz.

7882 / 15000 words. 53% done!

(15,000 is just the draft minimum total, but that's all I need right now. :P)

It's 7pm and I've been awake about 5 hours today. I set my alarm for 9 and woke up at 11. Then I went back to sleep around 3 and slept until 6. It's like I have to decide between extreme tooth pain to stay awake, or being comfortable and zonked out. It's funny, but the hydrocodone did not do this to me last time. O.o I am a little annoyed. Next time I'll half my dose and hope I hit a middle ground.

I had planned to attempt to crank out 8-10k on my big bang fic today and tomorrow. I need at LEAST 6k more in order to justify not dropping out. I've barely been awake today, and tomorrow I have a dentist appt and I have to do some testing at the community college. This is not looking good. *sigh*

Also, anyone know a good way to get rid of gnats that isn't dangerous to pets? We had a bunch of them, then we cleaned super well and they got fewer in number, but never actually went away. They are driving me CRAZY!

Bought real Orajel today......

Toothache: 3, Treatments specifically designed to fight toothaches: 0

*siiiiiiiiigh* HOWEVER, the dentist called in some Hydrocodone for me. So the new score looks a bit like this:

Toothache: 0, Narcotics: DEAR TOOTH, YOU LOSE. SUCK IT. LOVE ME.

Still hurts, actually, but it's muuuuuch better. I don't feel so much like crying anymore.

The tooth hurts worse now than it did when I had the damned root canal. I sort of want to lay in bed and cry. I sent the husband out for Orajel, and he came back with this liquid stuff that has tiny cotton balls you're supposed to soak and stick in your cavity. Problem one? I don't actually have a cavity. Husband reading label fail. Problem two? It smells like cloves, which is not bad in and of itself, but it tastes like what I would imagine nail polish remover would taste like. And it did nothing for the tooth. It numbed my tongue and lips, but do you see how that doesn't help me right now?

Someone shoot me. I mean it. I am so sick of this. I need drugs. Good drugs. Omg paaaaaiiiiin. *whimpers*

In other news, I've decided that I don't give a shit if K thinks I'm stupid (she talks to me like I am, so it would stand to reason). Why? I am not only a better person than she is, I'm at least ten times smarter than she is for a myriad of reasons, not the least of which is that I understand basic human decency, and know that fear and respect are not the same thing.

Next time she talks to me like I'm an idiot and there's no one else there (she's more likely to fly off the handle if I call her out in front of people), I'm telling her to stop.

This song just sets me straight sometimes, puts my head back on the right way. It's calm and centering, if I'm in a mental place where I'm ready to allow being calm and centered again.



R&B is not usually my thing, but I love her voice. And I've always been so stupidly jealous of her hair... you know, regardless of knowing I'm incapable of achieving that look and would look utterly ridiculous like that even if I could. LOL It's SO sexy on her. Well, SHE is sexy, but now my mind is just wandering. *whistles*

I HAS A TATTOO!

My medical phobia kicked in just after starting and we took a break, and she was so totally nice. When we started again, I started to feel it again, but then she started talking to me and didn't stop, and I was perfectly fine after that. She was pretty awesome.

It hurt, but not too much. It honestly just felt a bit like she was slicing my skin with a razor. LOL And the tattoo only cost $50! I probably way over-tipped her ($20), but meh. She made my first tattoo better than it might have been (and I'd planned for it to cost more anyway). :)

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My skin has an inky smell that I kinda like, and I already want another. *headdesk* But for now, I want a nap. :D

innerslytherin is away, and I miss her lots, but I put together a list of stuff I should do while I don't have her to keep me company. Today I feel pretty damn accomplished, actually. Let's see if I can keep it up.

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YOU GUYS DID NOTICE THE TATTOO PART, RIGHT? I'M GETTING MY FIRST TAT TOMORROW!! WHEEE!

Title: Mirror Image
Author: severity_softly
Pairing: Reid/Rossi, Reid/Reid (sort of)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2,500
Summary: Dave wants Spencer to experiment a little.
Kinks: Sex toys--and yes, these "toys" do actually exist (LINK IS NC-17!), though I embellished how customizable they are a bit.
Notes: This is a remix of albydarned's fic Me, Myself, and I written for cm_remix. I borrowed one/two lines of dialogue from that fic (though I turned it into internal thought).

( Mirror Image )

Medication made me sleep half the day away, so I didn't go to the tattoo place. I DID get some good cleaning done, though. My therapist recommended breaking everything down into manageable tasks, rather than try to tackle the whole apartment at once. That is what I'm trying to do, because normally I start, then I compulsively keep going, and maybe that's why I never keep it up. So here's the list. Hopefully I'll have the first eight done before innerslytherin gets here. :) (17 would be nice too, but we'll have to see. Wonder if we could use the carpet cleaner on that...)

Done: Bathroom, kitchen counters (and everything on them)

Left to do:
1. Refrigerator and stove burner trays (started)
2. Hallway walls and base boards throughout apartment
3. Shelves in dining room, dining room table and "cat's table"
4. Christmas box, end table, and coffee table
5. Bookshelves
6. Desk and papasan
7. DVD/VHS/CD shelves and entertainment center (if we ever get the freakin' TV IN the entertainment center!)
8. Use carpet cleaner (borrowed from husband's parents) throughout apartment
9. Straighten kitchen cabinets and pantry
10. Bedside table and floor by bed (and make the husband do his side)
11. Rest of bedroom
12. Overflowing laundry
13. Bedroom drawers and TV cabinet
14. clean up hall closets
15. work on clearing back bedroom a couple feet at a time

16. Create a cleaning schedule and STICK TO IT
17. Replace disgusting futon with a couch and get a cover for it

One thing I am supremely grateful for lately is that keyboards can't get soggy.

Woke up with this song in my head for no reason:



Good song... Then as I was making breakfast, I found myself singing this:



Heh, I kind of still dig that song a little too much. :)