This Holy Longing

I've been drawing little Huddy fics, which are called Huddy porn comics. 
The latest one, inspired by the infamous striptease can be seen here.

Not for little children/and or non Huddies. :) 

Title: Minor Indulgences
Author: hllangel
Fandom: House
Characters: House/Maddy Ralphean
Rating: R
Notes: As always, thanks to karaokegal for being a fantastic beta. Missing scene from Merry Little Christmas

( The drugs were certainly doing their job )

Challenge #163 - Bad Idea, suggested by benebu.

Drabbles of 100 words and ficlets of 200, 300, 400 and 500 words exactly are acceptable, and please use cut tags. Have fun!

Also, as this is a multi-fandom community, please remember to add a header mentioning which fandom(s) you are drabbling in. Thanks. :D

Title: Dangerous Liaisons: Morning Glow: Chapter Twenty Two
Pairings: House/Wilson/Cuddy friendship. We're finally moving into Huddy, but I won't make it easy for you.
Rating: R
Chapter: 22/?
Warning: Takes place in Season Four. Some spoilers for the new team.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters.
Summary: Cuddy enters a relationship and isn't prepared for the damage that is to come.

Chapter Twenty Two is Here.

(Or you can start from beginning if you want.)

Eartha Kitt singing " I Want to be Evil." Thanks, Douglas of the Excellence, for this, as well as for a yummy dinner in the company of your spontaneous and delightful family, multiple graphic novels and tales of the cult of Atlas Spooned..

Preview:



●๋•More here●๋• * nani_series

I just noticed that three days have gone by since I updated my journal. It's sort of frightening to me to think about just how much time flies when you're busy or you've been just too tired to be online. I was coming home from work one night at 1:30 am and I saw Homie eating on the front porch. The other day, I cooked some Dover sole and filet mignon ( yes, I just threw them in the oven) and it wasn't for me...it was for Homie and my cats. I saved the steak juice so that I could pour some of it over Homie's regular canned food tonight as well. I'm hoping this cat is never gonna want to go anywhere else to eat :) When I was pulling into my driveway late I saw him gobbling and then I came into the house and opened the door to take this picture. He's always licking his chops. I have never once gotten a picture of him during the day when it's light or without his eyes closed and him licking his chops basically.


Right now the sun is setting and it's warm. My windows are wide open and Frank Sinatra is singing THE LADY IS A TRAMP from the local jazz station. I hear crickets starting to chirp out there, the desert toads coming out from hibernation to croak ( and hopefully mate) and see quail. I even saw a group of female deer eating on the side of the hill that's closest to my house.


I am, however, a bit concerned about Homie. He's been very skittish and shy even around me, and sometimes runs away when I open the door. I did notice something about him a long time ago when I got close enough for him to trust me that I wasn't going to take away his food bowl...I'm suspecting that either his former 'owners' or people who 'hate cats' around the neighborhood have tried to hit him or kick him. You know how it goes...some people just aren't cat lovers. I don't care if someone doesn't like cats, but don't go around screaming and throwing things or God forbid, kicking or trying to hit a stray cat that just wants to get some food in his belly...especially when it's always people's fault for the most part that animals become stray and homeless to BEGIN WITH.


So today, I ran off copies on my printer of Homie's pictures, and put them in every single mailbox in the respective neighborhood around here, indicating that I was technically the owner and that PLEASE do not hit, kick, or scare this cat away. People here know me ( even if they don't actually know my name) and every one across the street in particular as well as on my block know that I do feed Homie. Homie seems to have a special fear of black shoes, or any shoes with a black sole.


Did you guys know that because of the housing crisis that people who have to foreclose their homes are abandoning their pets in record numbers? A cat was recently found here in a home that the owners had to quickly vacate, and they also left their dog tied to a post in the backyard. The cat was in a fucking CLOSET, and was starving. It was the realtor that found them there and took them to the animal shelter. You know what? I don't care if you have ten fucking minutes to get out of a house, because you had to leave it for financial reasons or because there's a fire, earthquake, or a flood. TAKE YOUR PETS with you. You wouldn't leave your kid behind, so why would you leave your buddy behind?

http://another2am.com/armeleialand/?p=1769

Okay, for Utena fans this is sort of a gem among AMVs on Youtube.  (Though this remains my favorite feel-good video with good timing.)

I received a lovely gift from a friend…. or more accurately, Crash received a lovely gift from a friend.  A lovely custom-made necklace by orangebabydolly.  Isn’t it a wonderful piece?  (And isn’t Crash gorgeous in his new wig?  So much nicer than the old one.)

I had planned to do a shoot for Crash and Swill to the theme of “Underneath it All” but now that songs has been shoved out of my head by the AMVs I linked.  Though I was introduced to a song today that is a GREAT mood song for Crash.

Preview:


101 icons (3 anicons) @ giellen

WATER IS WATER

Water--
never blocks the light--
its ever moving skin
radiates; its single vision parsed into colors
explicates what's embodied
within light

That rainbow
water sketches on a blue slate
is a disquisition--
--what is and what is seen
borne forth in their fullness
by light

Me?--That very drop!
that attempts to write of light:
self emergent; the enlivened heat of it,
and the gentleness
resplendent on its surface
To express that
in the vastness outside itself


PURNA BAHADUR VAIDYA

Translated from the Nepal Bhasa (Newari) by Wayne Amtzis

Woman fakes brain cancer to get out of work.

Okay, okay, so it wasn't to get into a really cool study where they stick things in your brain. But it's close.

Title: "And Sometimes It's Not Chickening Out"
Author: TehFuzzyPenguin
Rating: PG-13.  Instances of uncouth language and such.
Summary: Five reasons Thirteen became a doctor, and one time she almost didn't.  There's also a little, tiny bit of crack, because I'm me.  I like crack.  (I promise, it also contributes to the story.)

 

 

Author: darkhavens
Title: Nicotine Fix
Fandom: Pairing: Buffy: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments. I want you to!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Set just after the events of S5E20, Spiral, wherein Spike is a wounded hero and Xander pockets his lighter.
Notes: Written for slashthedrabble challenge #162: Old Challenges Revisited: #161 - Drag

Nicotine Fix

Title: Irreversible
Author: Kristina
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: The road to forgiveness is long and painful. Especially if the only one who can grant it is yourself.
Warnings: Non-con, bad language

I can't remember the last time I read a fic which had this sort of emotional impact - those of a delicate disposition may wish to have a box of tissues on hand. The fic is written in reverse chronological order, but no matter how confused you get, under no circumstances should you cheat and read it backwards (That's what I did the first time, and I regretted it). I promise you, the ending will break your heart.

Please take a moment to feedback. It makes the author very happy.

Heard from the other room:

The Boy: "Thean! Theaaaaaaaan! Thean."

(That's 'Sean' with a slight lisp, for those of you playing along at home.)

Tired, cranky, and bored. I hate being stuck back in this place in the afternoons just because of political bullshit. Someone needs to explain politely to the powers-that-be around here that graphic designers really don't do their best in a place that echoes with the cacophonous sounds of air hockey, pool, and sixty middle-schoolers screaming at one another. Not to mention all the rec leaders who look on this office as another hallway and not, you know, someone's office. I really don't want to quit, but if it's this bad now I can only imagine how bad it's going to be once the little darlings are out of school for the summer.

I just seriously find it hard to believe that there isn't one open desk someplace else in a city building where I could relocate.

On the other hand, I did see the awesome insult of "obviating fuckbucket" used in a LJ comm today, so it hasn't been all bad. :-P