Digital Eclipse

First prompt of hc_bingo is up. Full headers and link under the cut, but it's the Eating Disorder one, so heads up! I'll be saving them to post to the comm in a batch, so there's no issues with flooding. (Which reminds me; I need to post a link list to all the little things I've thrown out into the internet and never crossposted. Whoops.)
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jazzypom is amazing and wonderful, and deserves gifts of shiny things and chocolate, no lie.

I've completed the rough on five prompts for a vertical bingo, and am going to let it rest there unless I hit a block on one of the other major stories. I've achieved a bingo. Everything else will be gravy.

Today Papa is being moved to another facility. (sigh) And he just got used to this one. But apparently Medicare won't cover a longer stay at the current place. :\ Oh well, we will adjust. Just as long as we can get him home soon. He'll be sharing a room this time, which doesn't thrill me, but I suppose it'll be better for him. When he's alone, he just sort of sinks in on himself and stares at a wall, unless someone turns on a TV or the radio for him. He's been that way since Nana died, and it just can't be healthy. Daily trips continue, to the detriment of my gas bill. (I'm adding an extra 20 miles a day to my travel, ouch.)

Pepper/Natasha has reached 16,000 words! \o/ The last thousand of which may have to be cut. The crack is strong in that one. >_> valtyr bunnied me, as valtyrs do, and then it just got out ridiculously of hand and started abusing the word "ninja", though I made myself remove all use of the word "babe". Drunken!Pepper likes run-on sentences, and for some reason Natasha is adorably snuggly and deceptively capable of appearing sober when she is far beyond it. Honestly, I could cut the whole scene, jump to the after-math, and maintain mood with minor drunken flashbacks. Eh, we'll see.

(curls up into a sleepy ball) Is it Saturday yet? (yawns) I did not get much done this weekend. I meant to, but damn it, it was hot. D: All I could manage to work up the energy for was to write up an outline for a fic (a one-shot, relatively short, no sequel, thank you gods I can write without ten pages of notes), rant about Sarah Palin, and fail resisting picking some new strawberries and blackberries. (They're so yummy! :o)

I did manage some thinky thoughts for girl!Steve that make me sadpanda. Gonna cut 'em, because I know some people on my flist haven't had a chance to read her yet and would likely prefer not to be spoiled.
( Did I just gender my fanfic? )