1. Thank you so much to icalynn, misscam, wandersfound, fujiidom and htbthomas for the snowflakes! ♥
   
   
2. And a hearty Y HALO THAR to the new folks from the sheldon_penny friending meme! Round about these parts is a whole lot of nothing lately, but be warned that the flailing, the crazy, and the incoherent capslock of rage sometimes gets a little spammy. :D? :D?
   
   
3. WORKING FOR A LIVING >:(
   
   
4. OH ALSO HERE HAVE SOME SNIPPETS FROM STORIES THAT ARE GOING NOWHERE, TO MY VERY GREAT DISMAY:( okay let's try this under a cut! )
   
   
5. OMG damalur THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR THE REC AT HET_RECCERS ♥

Raj made a strangled noise and pointed at Howard's back where two lumps were visible under the purple and black stripes of his sweater, just above the familiar protrusions of his bony shoulder blades. Howard reached for the plug end of the power cable, pulling the sweater tight across his narrow back. When he did, the lumps twitched and wiggled like something alive was trapped under the fabric.

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(she is clearly in no mood to hear about the usefulness of rain protection vis-à-vis aquatic birds but the entire situation seems to have been recreated in its entirety from unguarded moments he cannot deal with while she is naked and wet and helpless; when taken all together it momentarily short-circuits at least four major functions of his thought processes)

Pierce Hawthorne was a self-made man, a true American success story. Like Bill Gates. Or PT Barnum. Or those oil guys with the big hats.

By Tuesday, Sheldon had apparently decided to unilaterally ban all round or spherical fruits, vegetables, and baked goods from the apartment, except for any cookie deliveries that might come from his mom or meemaw.

"So, a Goa'uld, a Wraith and a Communist walk into a bar."

"Technically, a Goa'uld would inch into the bar..."

"Yes, thank you. Technicalities are so important to drunken humor."

"...that was humor?"