So, YES.

FINALLY finished Straw Men - Toxic. And, insanely mucho thanks to everyone who's helped, or just plain tolerated me while I've gone INSANE writing this. Now there's just Boulevard... and whatever comes after Toxic... and... school. Yes, that. AND PIRATES. When Boulevard is cleared, then I am SO scheduled to write Pirates. PtT would be nice...

Anyway. HEADERSPAM!

Title: Straw Men - Toxic
Author: Mel (meletor_et_al)
Fandom: Batman (Batman Begins)
Pairing: Wayne/Crane
Rating: Mature for violence, language, sex, and major fucked-up-itude.
Notes:
1: Sincerest thanks to elizile and silverjet747 for always being there, even for this; to shrieking_ell for muse-commiserating and for being around at stupid o'clock in the morning; to tiggothy for being willing to read this crap even when she's just woken up; and to mllereddeath for the final beta run-through. You guys have all made this more than worth the insanity, injury, and lack of sleep that went into it.
2: Many different songs went into writing this (there's a good chance I'll come out with a 'soundtrack' at some point, or at least a playlist), but the one that the title names is, yes, Britney Spears' Toxic. I've pimped it before. Deal with it.
3: The name of the hotel? Before you even ask it (heck, before you even read it, since it's like at the end), the answer is "yes".

( Too high / Can't come down / It's in the air and it's all around / Can you feel me now? )
(Fake cut to my fic journal)

X-posted to a total of batslash, meletor_et_al, wayne_crane.

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Oh, also? Behold the icon. The timing on that thing took me ages! But you know, it was worth it. Because it still gives me the giggles. YAYZ.

I also have these quickies:


And a still of the Freud:


Ooh! And this one:

(Gone 2 Arkham, Back After Lunch)
which you've actually probably seen already.

Any other ideas -- for the yellow ones especially?

So. This is the plan.

1. print out my pictures (cropped from a grad photo of me w/ Mr. Flagg, hence being Secret Smile material) for school ID &c.
2. snag pizza and a few minutes for dinner
3. get shirts out of dryer and pack them
4. buy shampoo &/or conditioner
5. select books to pack
6. " " CDs
7. figure out how to get Vivs' Dali imp from here to my dorm in one gorgeous piece
8. go to Chicago
9. read Maus in the car
10. arrive at hotel, lock self in bathroom, have scheduled breakdown
11. watch tv, check e-mail, possibly write, read GR (because I will neeeeed it), go to bed

THEN,
catch plane in the morning, survive stopover in DC, get from Portland Jetport to Comfort Inn, pray to God and the rest of 'em that said Comfort Inn has intarweb, check e-mail, HIDE IN MORE FIC AND TV.

And then it's 'me time' 'till the 27th. Which will actually be *sigh* nice.


I am not going to die.
andwhatdoesnotkillyoumakesyoustronger.
SO FUCKING THERE.

[ETA:
Waiting for Bowdoin to call back about hotels precluded going to the bank. Therefore, no travelers checks, no secured credit account, not even my $50 check from the Uncles last night cashed. I'm cannonfodder. Also, I stepped into a bobby pin with the plastic ends taken off, thereby driving it 3/4 of an inch at least (I shit you not) into the sole of my foot. Didn't bleed that badly, until I was walking across the white, cheap kitchen floor to the bathroom. ...Breakdown happened a few hours early. And not so helpful the fact that my parents are going hands-up and noses-out on me. I may be 18, I may be 'in college', but it's for the FIRST TIME. Thanks, so much. [/emo] ]