with great hair comes great responsibility

After delaying and stalling and general laziness, I went and got all my hair chopped off last night. It feels great having it this short again. Fits my casual messy demands perfectly. Personally think it's looking a little Gacktish. Think I earned the Ember seal of approval though, seeing as she couldn't keep her eyes or her hands off me all night. Shwiiingg.

We also went to Harper's for the first time, you know, that restaurant over by the mall that we always pass by but never go in. Very quaint little place, service was great, burger was sublime.

Top it all off with some much needed sexy times and you have the makings of a wonderful evening.

Now that the long weekend is almost over, I guess I have to stop pretending that I don't see that massive pile of overflowing laundry.

a black friday indeed

Long, agonizing story short, the cat's finally out of the bag. It was only halfway out, quiet and content for a while. But yesterday... yesterday, it came scratching and hissing and clawing the rest of the way.

It all started pleasantly enough. We went over to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving and mingled with them for a while, but when we got back to my parent's house and I told my mom that I wasn't staying the night with them? That's when the shit hit the fan.

This isn't a game, this isn't a joke. The blissful ignorance card doesn't work here. We're not fifteen anymore with secrets that need to be hidden and things to be ashamed of. I'm not sure how I can make that any clearer. You can talk to me like that, you can berate me, disrespect me, scream at me, shove me, do what you want, I don't care. But you will not talk to her like that. Not while I'm around.

So I look over at Ember, and as calmly as I can said, "We're leaving." We walked right out to the car and drove home.

Apparently my mom called her mom this morning and told her about our relationship. Honestly I kind of expected this, and am genuinely surprised that she hadn't told them a ways back when I first confronted her with it. But even anticipation rarely prepares you for the real thing. Right there and suddenly in your face. After several unreturned texts and a couple calls that went straight to voicemail, I knew something was up. When I finally got through she was in tears. We had a long talk and reaffirmed that yes, it sucks and it's hard and it was revealed in a horrible, childish way but our lives will continue. Yes, we will move on, stronger people for it. We just have to see where it all goes from here. Taking it in stride, day by day. The Christmas gatherings might be a bit awkward from now on, but hey. That's what the therapist is for, right?

candy aisle delinquent

So I had this long post composed in my head yesterday... things I didn't want to forget, like anything interesting that happened recently, the funky dreams I've been having, and general life status. And then the computer started freaking out again, and it's like all my thoughts that I'd been saving up were erased along with all the viruses I'd just wiped. Attempt to type, and nada. Zilch. Like I just forgot the last few days. This does not bode well for me if I'm already having these senior moments...

Come to think of it, I do remember being in Target last weekend, strolling down the aisles when I spotted the hollow milk chocolate snowman. Now I'm the type of person who walks through the store and has to poke the shit out of the Peeps at Easter, so naturally I stopped and stared for a moment. I glance over at Em and see her already looking at me, two steps ahead of me. She looks at the candy, looks back to me, mouthing the word 'no'. I didn't mean to. Well, I meant to grab it, I just didn't mean for it to explode in my hand. Chocolate shrapnel flying, Em doubles over laughing, grabs my hand and drags me out of the aisle before anyone sees. ... It's me. I am why you can't have nice things. 

Have to go to the parent's house tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Actually, since they're having the floors redone we're going over to my aunt's house to eat. So I'm bringing Ember over to her place so she can see the rest of my dad's side of family act afool. Sorry in advance, babe.

fic: "Why the Caged Bird Sings" [chapter one]

Title: Why the Caged Bird Sings
Author:  Hadrien
Fandom: Tangled
Rating:  T
Summary:  *Alternate Timeline* No longer bound by the walls of her tower, her only prison now is duty and obligation. Three months away from her wedding, she meets Corona’s most nefarious outlaw. “His ring is on your finger, but my heart is in your hands.”
Author's Notes: I just found the whole "what if he never found her?" premise very interesting and wanted to explore it. I've pretty much got the entire story mapped out, save for a few details that I may change or tweak along the way.

freudian photoshoot

“Just crazy about your country?” 
“Just crazy,” she said.

So Ember finally talked me into reading Freudian (yes, it's amazing) and demanded that we take some pictures. A modern-day, grungier, crazier Flynn that smells like an ashtray? How am I to resist?

This shoot was a hell of a lot of fun to do. Turns out there are plenty of shady, rundown, abandoned buildings right down the road from us. Made for a more authentic "outside the bar for a smoke break" / "don't-mind-me-just-spraying-ur-walls" feel.

fic: "Always a Happy Ending"

Title: Always a Happy Ending
Author:  Hadrien
Fandom: Tangled
Rating:  T
Summary:  Rapunzel stared guiltily at the floor. The Queen just shook her head. “You two are a half hour late. Eugene, please zip up your fly, and for the love of God, why is your shirt on inside out?”
Author’s Notes: Prompt - “Eugene gives a mean massage.” This is a result of the weekly exchange Ember and I just started, in which we randomly pick prompts from a bowl. This is the first one I drew. Double entendre title, ftw!

kids these days, no respect, no respect at all

I love my job sometimes. Other times I just want to ram my head repeatedly into a wall, but it does have it's heart-warming, rewarding moments.  One such moment occured yesterday, when I got to squee over seriously discuss Tangled with some 4 year old little girls.

As it was my floating morning, I was placed in an older room and during the course of the day had overheard a few of them talking. 'Blah blah that's mine, blah blah stop touching me, blah blah Rapunzel.' Naturally my spidey sense began to tingle and I leaned in all the closer, feigning disinterest, mostly so the lead teacher wouldn't think I was a complete freak. Later I escorted a gaggle of them to the restroom, where I knew I had my chance at last. I casually lean against the wall, waiting for them to grab a stall. "So, you like Tangled, huh?"

Three of them turned to me, all smiles and thier eyes suddenly a-sparkle. I grin like an idiot and can't contain my excitement, and we all have a five minute or so conversation about our favourite characters. We agree on Rapunzel, Pascal and a mutual hate for Gothel but when I asked if they liked Flynn?

"No, he's too funny!" Followed by a girlish giggle as she resumes washing her hands.

And I'm standing there like, D: D: D:


On the fic front, Em and I started up a new challenge for ourselves and made a Prompt Bowl™. We both wrote down a bunch of funny/serious/sad/sexy/wtf prompts and threw them all into said Prompt Bowl™ , where we will draw one each Monday and have until Friday to complete them. Then we exchange them to see which one the other drew and gush over it appropriately. Awesome, I know. Pretty excited about the one I got this week, and luckily I have tomorrow off so it looks like I'll be hitting the keys hard.

rampion and robitussin

After fixing my ladylove up with a nice hot cup of honey lemon tea and a cocktail of meds (suffice it to say this has not been a very healthy week for either of us) we settled down on the couch and turned on the Netflix. They actually have Fractured Fairy Tales on there now, which is just all kinds of nostalgic and awesome. And of course the first one that started playing was Rapunzel~ which was fairly accurate to the story, turns out. Minus the blonde hair, sex and babies, but still.

We watched a few more of them but then she got pretty tired so I tucked her into bed.

I should probably get off the internet now and go check on her, see if she needs me to rock her back to sleep.

it LIVES

Hello, world. Nice to see you again. It's good to be back among the realm of the living. Yesterday was just about the crappiest day ever. Actually, it all started about 8pm Tuesday night, when I began vomitting uncontrollably. Sexy, right? The next twelve hours are hellish at best, tossing and turning all night, getting maybe four hours of actual sleep and constantly reaching for the trashcan beside the bed. Oh, did I mention the extreme nausea, fever and diarrhea? Yeah, all that good stuff. (I know, TMI. but I had to suffer so you do too).

I remember being utterly miserable, going to the doctor, getting a shot and that's pretty much it. The rest of my day was sleep punctuated by brief moments of "Honey, I need to take your temperature," and "Here, you need to drink something."

So now I'm finally awake after my phenergan-induced coma. Man, they really weren't kidding about that stuff, I passed the fuck out. Don't think I could have made it to the car if Ember hadn't been there to physically hold me up. Now allow me to brag for a minute; My baby is amazing. Period. There is no one else in the world like her. Especially when I'm down for the count. She babies me, stays up all night with me, gives me everything I need exactly when I need it and still tells me that I'm cute even when I'm sick as a dog. I know, right? <3

Anyway, in more pleasant news, I'll soon be posting the fic Ember and I co-wrote for round 2 of the Tangled Fic Exchange. And may I just say, long fic is looooong.