Got my CNA. Have my own place. Got a car. Have to look for higher paying job.

Must write for contest.

Happy again, to be alive.

Moving all my things (well, most) to the new apartment tonight. I have a test tomorrow morning and an orientation tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully I can make enough money for a while, and if I can't I'll just have to find something else.

I don't know when I'll have a steady internet connection again. The sad truth is that I'll probably never catch up on my f-list. If I missed something big and important, I'm really sorry. I miss being on here a lot.

With nothing to do but work and think and take care of Johnny and think some more, I'm itching to unleash some creative energy—yet I'm falling asleep sitting up and stupid stuff like that when I haven't even started my new job. How the heck am I supposed to keep this up?

Cendri, thank you much for the package. It was so thoughtful and wonderful (and the travelly things make for so much ease when I'm flitting inbetween residences).

Oh, the paperwork.

Well, I'm just stopping in to say hi, because I've been gone for a while. I hope when I finally get back you all will still want to speak to me. ^^;

And if I missed any awesome writing, I want names. You know the kind. =)

I'll catch up one day...

Thank you everyone who left me kind comments and encouragement. I appreciate it a whole lot. I've got to grab myself some means of IM so I can bug TP and Ayezur. When you least expect it, I'm going to poke you in the middle of the night, rouse you from the keyboard and leave you sleepless in the morning.

I don't really have the time to write a lot, though I'll maybe write more later just to let everyone know how I'm doing. It's hard—somehow, even now that I've left, he still finds ways to pull me down. He calls me 'just to talk about it', which always ends the same way. I'm just... ugh. When is it enough?

I just want to thank everyone who sent me notes of encouragement. Mary for all her amazing advice and help, Liz for checking in on me and making sure I'm okay, Doc for her sympathies, and thanks to Jay for the letter. It was really comforting.

I got this in my inbox and felt like sharing just because. I don't have time to fix every error, because hey, that's how forwards are. Oh, well. Yay, spam!

"If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here'.
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat
For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again. 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that t takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us.
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
'Home is what catches you when you fall. l - and we all fall.'
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
(I just did)
If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day."

... feels like I haven't been here for months. Probably 'cause I haven't.

I'm leaving Joe, by the way.

DON'T ANYONE LET ME BACK DOWN ON THIS.

HAHA BAD LUCK.

Sorry I haven't been around. It seems like I'm saying that a lot lately. I got involved in some stupid dispute with our property managers and some ridiculous story and not being able to get things broken around here fixed within a reasonable time-frame and Joe taking matters into his own hands.

So, I'll be back when I've figured out what to say in my letter to the owner. I want to call the Better Business Bureau, but I don't dare do that until we've moved out. I'm not stupid.

I've got oneshots coming for TP and Ayezur. woot. ♥

PS. I doubt McCain will ask Huckabee to be his running mate, but if he does because he wants the conservative Christian vote, I will deck him for mucking up my ballot. Of course, I'm sure McCain is smart enough to figure out that choosing Huckabee will lose him everyone else, plus the conservative Christians with common sense.

He terrifies even me. I say we hide him until the election is over.

Title: Kiss Me (2008)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII OGC
Pairing: Vincent/Tifa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This year's Valentine's Day oneshot is a story about what happens when we take chances.

I took the train...

 

We've been on tornado watch since six this evening, and it's going to be up until seven in the AM. That means I've got eight and a half hours of non-sleep coming to me. And just much earlier today I was contemplating mortality and thinking that a tornado would be an awesome way to go. Oops.

So, if you don't see me again...

What if, at four in the AM, we went into our children's rooms and crawled into bed with them, laid on top of them and started screaming and kicking and head-butting?

I should try it.





Shut up, I'm kidding.

 

Stephanie's in town!

She stopped by yesterday, and I felt kind of dumb when I got her text message, because I should have been expecting her. It said, "Do you want me to drop by today?" or something like that, and I thought, "Uh-oh! Is it that time already?" She sent me her itinerary forever ago, and I asked her maybe a few days ago when she was coming in. But you see, time and dates do not exist in my universe.

Anyways, it's always nice to see someone when you're not expecting it. I mean, if you have time to clean up and all.

So her parents came by with her and sat and chatted for a while. Whenever I talk with her step-dad I learn something, but it was really cool this time because I learned something about my own grandfather. I knew that he was some kind of important doctor man in the labs at the VA Hospital when he was alive and that Barry knew him, but I DIDN'T know he was this crazy guy who was the chief and hid in the back while his assistant ran the lab, and didn't let anyone in to talk to him except Barry once in a while to chat. I didn't know he was the one who hired Barry, or that the guy was invited to my parent's wedding before Steph or I were even born, and I didn't know people would say things like, "You talk to him? No one's seen him in years!" and that he'd ask things about people who were over in Japan for the war and had been there for maybe forty years. I didn't know that he was so weird about who got to see him and talk to him, and that he was kind of like a ghost in his own lab. In short, he was crazy! And cool! I wish I knew him better.

So Steph stayed over last night, and Michael dropped by. Again an example of me being lame, because we're supposed to be hanging out often or at least having play dates with our kids, but I never call. And I might get to see Steve today, which would be awesome. I think we're all supposed to do something this weekend. We also have week-old plans to go out to dinner with Sarah and her boyfriend, like a double-date thing. She's been dating him for maybe two years, and I've never met him. Then again, it's probably been over two years since I've seen her anywhere but in passing at church with our families, save for the other night when we finally hung out. Talitha was in town, so the three of us went to dinner at Outback and then went to grab some tea at Panera, and then went to help her pack up and go home. I always find out when she's in town too late to do much about it. At least this time we had dinner.

I got a package from Cendri today! It's always nice to get something from someone when you're not counting the days until it gets there, because then it's a pleasant surprise! And books! I was not expecting those. Cendri, you'll have to let me know if you want me to ship them back when I am done, or if you'd like me to pass them on to others. =)

I was able to unload some unisex (green, yellow, stars) baby clothes on the property managers, who just had a baby girl. But somehow I ended up with a giant bag of preschooler boy's clothes, which was more than I tried to give away. I didn't want them to go in the dumpster. So I didn't even look at them. I just stuffed them in a garbage bag and am going to donate them to the Salvation Army right down the street. 'Cause it's not like we need them, not more than anyone else. Johnny's always getting clothes. And I'm bit by the 'get rid of everything' bug suddenly. Probably because Johnny can now reach EVERYTHING. So if I don't have room to hide it, it's going, ha.

He's saying some words now. Mostly "no," "stop," "don't," and "bye." All negative things. Huh. We got him to say something that sounded like "please" one night when we were feeding him something sweet, but not since then.

It's now 11AM, and someone is still not awake. Should I pounce on her or let her sleep?

PS. Hooray, McCain! Everyone else's foreign policy terrifies me. I think. XD

PPS. I had one fic dedication I was working on for the winter season, and now I have two. And also that multichaptered fic and the third Kiss Me chapter. Tee.

It turns out that Johnny and I are both sick. This seems to happen to me at least every other Christmas. He wasn't sick last Christmas...

Poor kid has a runny nose and a cough. If it's anything like mine, he's had a headache for a while. I woke up this morning with a terrible sore throat thinking mine would be nothing like his and being surprised. At least my nose is under control. I think that has to be the most annoying thing about ever being sick—needing tissue everywhere. I haven't had any nose problems, but my throat is UGH.

I think yesterday was the worst of it. Today he seems to be in a really good mood, and he's not crying every few minutes. Yesterday he wouldn't let me get up to go to the bathroom or anything without following me with his arms outstretched and crying. He wouldn't even let his dad hold him. Today though, he's playing and watching tv, and he came out of the bedroom smiling at me and excited about something, not even crying at my not being there when he woke up. So good!

Of course it could be because he got a load of toys and clothes last night. But I wouldn't bet on it. He probably forgot where the puzzle piece he's holding right now came from. True to Johnny fashion, he's picked out a couple pieces of all the things he got that he likes, and doesn't care to use them together the way they're supposed to go. =)

I have a Christmas fic that might or might not get finished by tomorrow. I hope it does. It'll be dedicated to TP if it gets finished. I know I owe a couple of other fics still, but those aren't Christmas-themed. Then there's the unfinished CloTi, which is more like a New Year's fic, and I should pick that up again soon.

I really want to get back to writing Agapé. I'm not stressed about fanfiction, but I do miss it. I don't think I've updated that one since August. And it's also being edited.

Here's a silly group of five random questions I want answered in my comments box. I think the best way to get intimately acquainted with people is through short direct questions, instead of a list of a hundred points which no one will take the time to read:

[1] What's your favorite cookie? Mine's ginger.
[2] List some of your favorite hot blends. Mine are Twining's Earl Grey, Tazo Chai, Celestial Seasoning's Tension Tamer, Islandrose's Vanilla Rum tea, and Don Francisco's Hawaiian Hazelnut coffee.
[3] When I spend money on myself, it mainly goes to...: music, clothes and books. I never part with my books or music unless I have an extra copy. I'm always giving or recycling clothes and replacing them, however. I like a small wardrobe.
[4] What did you eat this morning? I had tea, because I feel gross. I might make oatmeal.
[5] Something admittedly dorky about yourself: I have a Yo! Gabba Gabba fanfiction plot.

 

Happy Holidays.

I missed my mom's birthday on Sunday because both she and my step-dad were sick, and I couldn't take the baby over there. I've got a cake recipe sitting on the microwave that I'll put into action as soon as she's ready for a visit. I myself have had a bit of a headache on and off the past few days, and my throat was sore for a short while this evening—though I think that might be because the pillow I've been laying on in Johnny's room probably has dust in it.

See, he climbed up and out of his crib the other day and fell to the floor. I knew what it was the moment I heard it and ran in to see him standing up and crying. I was scared and crying with him, testing his arms, his legs, checking his head and his pupils. He cried for all of maybe one minute and then he wanted to get down and play. I don't think he even got a bump or a bruise from the fall, but his mattress has since been on the floor. There's a body pillow in front of it so that if he rolls off he'll roll from the mattress to the pillow and then to the floor instead of getting a rude awakening. I've been laying on the pillow next to him while I sing him to sleep. He doesn't take day naps anymore because as soon as I put him down he gets up and walks away. He won't sleep unless it's dark outside—as a result he's been mostly cranky and giggly and generally tantrum-esque and defiant with a smile. He also wakes up fairly early, so Joe and I don't get any time to ourselves.

I got books in the mail today! Which reminds me, I have to pay my credit card bill. I hope I have time to read some of them. =)

Okay, last thing. There's something else I need to get out of the way before we move forward. I know a lot of you saw my last post, and while everyone was pretty understanding, I'm not sure everyone understood. This is probably my fault, and I'm sure I could have worded things better on the subject of my son, but here it is anyways:

I do not think I've damaged him, or that anything is seriously wrong with him. Kids develop differently—here, it's just a matter of priority. I haven't been neglectful or anything, and I want to make sure people know that. I've talked to a couple people since the post, and I'm not really directing this at them or anyone else in particular, but some of the responses I got made me a little paranoid on this front, so I want to clear that up. For a long time now I've only been writing and doing things I like to do for myself when everyone else is asleep—I've just been looking back on times I've let him entertain himself when I could have been on the floor playing with him or reading to him. That's all. He's here with me instead of in a daycare after all, so I should take advantage of that—and I don't think that a mother should be able to afford the amount of time I've given to things like fandom. I still love it, but if I can put as much time into that as people who don't have children, even if they're in school or whatever they're doing with their lives, I'm probably putting too much of my time into it. I just need something to keep me sane once in a while, because eighteen-month-old boys don't really provide intellectual challenges for twenty-two year old women, no matter how much love or devotion they inspire. But I don't really think he's behind, but rather that he could be further ahead, given the advantage I have of staying home with him. It's discouraging that he's not talking yet, and I don't think that's so unusual after all, but maybe if I overload him with repetition, something will stick.

So, on the subject of faith—and this is very important: a lot of us are ready to turn to God when we have trouble, but how many of us have a day-to-day relationship with Him that we're committed to maintaining in thought, word and deed? That's what I was getting at. I was in a place where I wasn't even turning to God when I was in trouble, because I wasn't ready to give Him every part of my life. It's not even always conscious—sometimes we're hoping for compromise or to bend God into our own mix of things, and it doesn't work that way. And it was something that was not, for the most part, even related to my son which made me stop and listen. My son, and many other things in my life which I did not mention, are things God called to my attention as a result of telling Him that I wanted to get serious about Him, because it so happens that when you do that, He means everything, and He expects you to actually act on it.

This is what I need people to know: First of all, I really appreciate the support, and I love you all very much. But if anyone has the idea that I'm subscribing to superstition, fear, counting beads or keeping tallies of wrongs done all of a sudden, I need for them to drop it. If there's anyone out there who thinks I chant repetitive words that aren't mine or attend every service or am purging my collection of books or dvds right this minute in hopes that Jesus will "fix my son" the same way a mother sends her boy to Catholic school in hopes that he won't get some girl pregnant or end up on the bad side of the law when he gets older, they need to set that notion aside. Christianity—at least the Christianity I ascribe to—is not a quick-fix religion. And it's not something new, either. It's always been a part of my life; I'm just willing to give Christ the central part again. This isn't me doing something new for my son or my family for their good or to better our lives—it's much more pervasive than that.

It's not that I found my son acting strange or slow and I decided to turn back to God. It's that when you turn back to God, a natural result is that He sheds light on everything and reorders your priorities and reminds you that if you're going to call yourself a Christian you should be acting like one—in all areas of life. That means spending time in prayer instead of on the computer and being more proactive in your family life and other relationships instead of in your hobbies.

I just really feel that it's important that I tell all of you with whom I interact on a regular basis. But the last thing I want is for anyone to have the wrong idea.

♥ Rach

I have not been around for a while, and for some things I should apologize: I am sorry for brusqueness, for commitments not kept, for putting off responses and being generally inconsiderate. I do think this break has allowed some good to be done to me, and for that I am eternally grateful. It seems no matter how far I fall, He is there to pick me back up again.

That's right—and I know some of you are reading forward, some with dread or a milder sort of trepidation, some out of sheer curiousity, and some out of hope. Some of you will pass this by or write it off. I am not here to force, but I do have something that needs to be said.

During the past several days, a lot has happened to me—or a little, depending on your perspective. Perhaps it was a series of smaller events which led me to something much greater. Something very small can have a profound effect. And I feel like I've been here before—I have—but it's never been quite the same.

Over the past week I've gotten reacquainted with Christ. No, I don't think He was too thrilled with me. Yes, this means big changes.

Sometimes this sort of thing grabs you by the shoulder and snaps you back to reality, asking what you really were thinking. Sometimes it's a more subtle Stirring, and it comes quietly. Mostly I've found that if you ignore it when it's being subtle, especially when you try to rationalize the direction you're going in and try to make things out like they're not so bad—or even try to justify them, you'll eventually get the grabbing of the shoulder and the snapping back to reality. And sometimes this means a line drawn in the sand and a choice.

It does mean that I need to re-evaluate some of the things in my life. How I spend my time, my words. It means filtering through some of my WIP, even. It means that ff_solo is no more. I know that my son's development has been stunted/delayed by the way I've managed my time—or haven't managed it. Also, much of my recent forays into sensually-oriented fic will never be brought to public view. And that's been hard for me, because it's really tough hitting the delete button. I haven't yet—and I know that when I comb through it and try to find something salvageable I'm going to be tempted to begin rationalizing again. But really, while I would have loved to show my talent in that way, I know that skills and content are two very separate things, and the art of subtlety can have an even more profound effect on a reader.

No one here has to worry that they can't talk to me without my trying to convert them or redirect the conversation. I'm still happy to talk at length about most of the same things I've always talked about with you, and if you see me online, it means that I want to be here talking with all of you. It does mean, however, that if you're asking for my advice or an opinion, you might not get the answer that you wish to hear. It's not that I was paying you lip-service before, but more like a right Perspective is being restored. It's part of what has to happen in me, and it's not to be stopped—I don't want it to stop—and that's how things are now, and how I hope they continue. It's not the easy road, but I think it's the right road.

For me to say that I expect people to distance themselves from me because of this would likely come off as a show of little faith in all of you. I can't say that; if I'm being honest, I don't really know what to expect. But I felt it was fair to inform, or warn, or happily exclaim to you all, depending on how you take it.

And... that's about it.

Took me long enough. Okay, these pictures aren't of great quality, because of the lighting. Also, they're just not the greatest shots. Some of them are shaped funny, because I looked terrible in them, and so I cropped myself out. XD

The wench is my step-sister, and the black knight is my step-brother. The policeman (PJ) and fireman (Ethan) are his sons, and Raggedy-Ann (Cadence) is my step-sister's daughter. Johnny would be the lion. Rawr!

[Pics]

Also, those thumbs are more or less the middle of the pictures, so you might have to click on some of them to get any idea of what's in them.

Hmm. Other news later, once I can sort out my thoughts. Be prepared for either long awkwardness, or dismissive brevity. =D

~Rach

 

Facebook has stolen the hearts and minds of all my friends. Seriously, they're all crazy. Social networking sites are only cool to a point, then they just get annoying. Especially when you wake up to 657803265870268 messages in your Inbox, and you can't get tagged in a photo without getting notices for all the subsequent comments on that page. Of course, I can't uncheck all my notification boxes, because WHAT IF SOMETHING HUGE HAPPENS AND I MISS IT.

Did not get any surprise visits today from landlord. Yay for that. At least my house is clean (let's see if it stays that way for at least a week), but getting it there was a PAIN. The vents were clogged with dust like you wouldn't believe—so much more than should even be possible for two adults and a child who moved in during August. I think that this place might have been sitting for a while, or else no one really did a great job of going over it before we moved in. I mean, we've had problems with our power breaker (it blew, remember?) and now our disposal (which spit crap up into the full sink of water and left a nasty ring while it sat). Verizon and certain couriers have got nothing to do with my apartment, but you can bet I don't need to get started on that tirade.

Also, I shouldn't have stirred my teabag with a grapefruit spoon. *stares at floaty things*

I for some strange reason am customizing my MySpace page again and telling myself it's the last time so it can sit in cyberspace like a stagnant beacon, leading curious fandom to my homepage and shrines. I may or may not delete the buddy list. If I do, it's nothing personal, I just don't spend time on it anymore. Although, the buddy list is good for bulletins, which is about all I'll probably use ever again. As in, "Go here to see nifty things, because MySpace is good for posting frig-all."

ANYWAYS. Writing today. Yes...

If you see me around today and I'm not doing anything productive, e-kick me.

Also, disclaimer: Most of my buddies on these networking sites are old classmates, and I am not responsible for their taste in ANYTHING.

 

Clean, clean, clean.

How come he only gets around to doing things I ask him to do when it's not convenient? Like how I'd been saying for a while that he had to talk to the guy about our backed up garbage disposal (which it turns out isn't full of anything, but is simply worn out like everything seems to be around here), and they show up today, but he doesn't call to tell me that anyone's coming over so I can straighten up. ARG.

So... I have to remove everything from the cabinets underneath our kitchen sink and clear the counters on that side of the room. I mean, yay for having a new disposal, but blah. They told me the guy who owns the place is doing RANDOM apartment checks, possibly tomorrow, possibly next week. Oh, goodie. Let's see if my frantic cleaning tonight lasts a whole week. I wouldn't count on it with the three of us.

So I get to vacuum and dust and scrub and change the air filter I've been asking him to change (I'm allergic to dust!) and all that really fun stuff that no one likes to do. My house isn't hideous, but knowing that someone is coming over just to PICK AT THINGS has me a little... Ugh. That's kind of private?

I will make effort to be around tonight on AIM. Ayezur, I loved the last chapter, I really want to talk to you about it, too, so I'll make sure I get some time.

And... I get to finish that interview thing. Woot.

Remind self: I have pictures of Johnny's Halloween up on photobucket, I just have to crop them and throw them in an album here so I can link everyone one time.

 

So, Johnny will no longer take a nap during the day. He'll just get extremely fussy at around five in the afternoon, which is too late to be putting him down for a nap, and too early to be putting him to bed. I haven't been getting much writing done, original or fandom-otherwise.

However! I told myself I would try NaNo this year, and even if I don't succeed, I will hopefully have some bulk of my horror novel project written. I've decided to work on that this month inbetween all the other deadlines I set for myself.

I did some work on my homepage, it looks kind of snazzy (though mismatched in parts). I think I'll tweak music later. My brother wanted me to make a banner for his band's MySpace page—and I think I'll ask him if they need anyone to design their EP cover. I'd really like something to stick in the graphics section of my homepage, so that I can say I've done commercial design.

I am really amused by the new ad bar that appears to the right of an entry as I'm typing it. Maybe that's old news and I just don't pay attention? Either way, I'm staring at FFVII for PC ($2.25? HORRIBLE), Vincent cosplay outfit and the FFVII Piano Soundtrack. Great price, but not when you can find the tracks online for free. ^^

I have an issue to work out with NaNo, though. Does anyone know (and I'm mostly looking at Meme and others who write original fiction for future profit and gain) what the legalities are concerning mentioning a celebrity in your story, without asking first, in the context of, "... turned on the radio. Karen O's voice was at full blast, head-pounding lyrics about..."

And my apartment! It's so EMPTY and CLEAN, and (okay, it WAS, until dinner and playtime happened) I love it.

I have a request for my f-list (and anyone else watching). I'm going to start uploading more to the Vin-Tifa and Vineld shrines (the Vineld needs more love!), so if anyone has any material—icons, stories, fanart (oh heavens, PLEASE! SOMEONE DO FANART!) or comments about your experience with/love for the pairing—please comment with links or lists, so that I can have it all in one place? Several of you ladies sent me lists a while ago, and I'm finished with most of them. However, if you've written anything else since then that you'd like to have included, please speak up! I've not sent out any request lists yet because I know everyone is busy, as am I, and I shouldn't have another thing sitting there until I finish with the first. But this way, I can just come back here when I'm ready.

... I think that about does it for tonight. Sorry I'm a slacker, and an absentee. XP

I love you ALL.

Title: Crossing
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (OGC)
Characters: Vincent/Tifa/Hellmasker
Rated: R/Mature

Summary: Long ago, people believed the soul was connected to the body. Vincent had always thought Tifa seemed like the... introspective type.

Notes/Warnings: I've been told this is very dark, psychologically, moreso than I intended. There's violence and assault here—a longer note's at the bottom of the cut, mostly because it would spoil things if it were here. I figure, better safe than sorry.

( Her warmth, her life, her red red heart... )

 

SO! A neighbor of mine has decided to get an electric guitar, and to practice it when it's Johnny's nap time.

MUCH OBLIGED, TYVM.

I can't hear it in my hallway. I think it's upstairs.

HATE.