Hey guys here are a few icons I made of Bone, NCIS well mosty Gibbs/Mark Harmon and Criminal Minds mostly Morgan/Shemar Moore hope you like them, please let me know, if you like.
Thanks!

BONES -- 11
NCIS -- 39
CRIMINAL MINDS -- 32

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Quick question--I have not been able to get to google (and now hotmail) for a few days. I suspect this may be some sort of weird virus. Ever heard of such a thing? Any ideas of how bad it is, or what I can do to fix it? Tried system restore, restarting...I'm weirdly computer illiterate for someone who makes their living playing with the little bastards.

- I'm afraid of failing and never doing anything more with my life.

- I think that my childhood sucked so much and that's why I'm consistenly trying to play catch up and learning so many thing I should've learned when I was younger. I feel behind cuz my childhood was lacking. Sometimes I blame my parents, but after my earlier post, I see that they gave me the best they ever could've.

- Sometimes there's too many choices. When you grow up with only once choice, it's hard to know which to pick.

- I'm a kinesthetic learner. I like doing things. I get sad when I don't do things. I think too much.

- I worry alot about alot of things.

- I need to set my boundaries.

- I need to do a bunch of things. I'll get to it eventually.

I've just learned something and I need to write this down. It started out as a reflection about being a filipino, but I think it could also be about socio-economic class cuz some filipinos are loaded.

Friday Night found me chatting with friends over beer. Discussed adoption (there's a few who were adopted as babies and have now returned to korea as english teachers), then someone asked me if I encountered any racism because I was filipino. Her friend last year encountered did.

I haven't. But I know that I do hesitate when people ask me where I'm from. so everyone else was asking why, and one of my filipino friends summarized Filipinos and the general feeling and opinion of them... They're like the mexicans of asia.

BOO-URNs. but it's true. I see it when people find out I'm filipino, so maybe that's why I hesitate.

Filipinos are commonly known as domestic caregivers, nurses, or mail-order brides.

SATURDAY, whilst easting McDonald's, a pair of filipinas sat next to us talking in Korean. Same friend started to feel bad cuz "you know they're not in the military, and they're not teachers. And the reason there's filipino restaurants here is because filipino hostesses gotta eat somewhere." ouch.

Talked to my sister that night. She shared a childhood memory with me. My grandfather was in the military. He invited a few american soldiers over. He asked my sisters to sing and dance. They were under 10 years old. This sister was like NO cuz she wasn't doing it for a dollar. My mom talks to her and is like grandpa's mad.

(OMG, new memory. My other sister tried to get me to do that too when we were in Canada. To sing and dance for her friends. She prolly thought that was normal. LAWD).

Ok, so that story hits a little too close to home. Then I thought, if it was like that for the grandkids, imagine what it was like for the daughters. And OMG, I saw my mom in a new light.

So she wasn't perfect. I was neglected after moving to Canada. The basics were provided but I was pretty much on my own. I had issues with my family that aren't there anymore and the relationships are all good now, but it doesn't erase the fact that I was kinda neglected and my sisters and I aren't really sisters. We've got shared history, they know me, but we don't gossip ... much. Except that's kinda changing now that I'm overseas.

ANWAYS. My mother always said that she wanted us to have a choice. I always got the feeling that she lived the life she lived because she had no choice. She'll say thing like she didn't want to marry, but she did because it was her only choice.

So she packs us up and moves across the world, so that we can have more choices. (Sidenote: no wonder we can't decide. We grew up in an environment where there was only one choice.)

I never fully understood this until now. DAMN.

I didn't have the best childhood, and she wasn't the best mom, but i aint' entertaining anybody and i do what i want. My sisters chose their husbands (twice!) and I'm in Korea.

I'm short on a few skills, I have friends who are more ahead. I gotta stop looking at that, and see where I came from and how much I do have. I gotta stop looking at how behind I am and start aiming for what's ahead.

I did not wake up before dawn to photograph the city. Instead, I aimed for a more reasonable time and caught the sunset. We are definitely in the waning part of daylight. I left my house at 3:15 and even by then, I was shooting mostly in shadows. Milwaukee has some gorgeous cathedrals and churches that I drive past on the freeway. I've always wanted to stop and photograph them. I then went down to the waterfront and wandered around the ferry port. It was getting dark by then, but rather than getting on the freeway, I found myself in the industrial district. It was like being in a different city. I ended my trip going to see the art museum, which I absolutely love. I'm still working on night photography, but I think some of them turned out okay.

Title: The Humphrey Terms of Endearment
Author: Hope
Pairing/Character(s): Lily/Rufus
Rating: R for the whole series.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: All the little things that say I love you.
A/N: The journey is sort of over now. Haha. I promised rlforever That this would be up DAYS ago. I'm sorry for the delayyy.

( You were hot )

Happy Thanksgiving late! Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday and stuffed themselves silly. Mine was pretty low key, with excellent food.

The Dickens dress is pretty much finished. All but the corset for it. I had to wear my black underbust corset, instead, as I just didn't want to kill myself getting the other one done. I'll have it finished before we go caroling (and oh, god, that is so going to suck! Our group does not sound, um, good. That's what happens when you don't practice!!) Anyway, they did wear underbust corsets over their skirts in the 1860's. They called them corselets, so it's still "period", just not as cool looking as the corset I have half finished.

( Pics behind the cut! )

As a last note before I run off, don't forget, today and tomorrow are the last days of my 30% off sale for my Etsy store's entire stock! I already have seven names in the hat for the drawing to win a custom piece made by me. Those are pretty good odds!

Title: A Mars Thanksgiving
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for vmfic_gameon's Round 3 Thanksgiving challenge. Veronica's decided to host the feast this year. Of course not all who show up were invited...
Spoilers: If there are any, they’re vague at best
Word Count: 5202
Characters/Pairing: Ensemble, Veronica/Lamb, Wallace/OFC, Mac/Dick, Keith, Cliff
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: I have to give a shoutout to my own personal Wallace here. He helped me some of this - mostly Wallace’s “scenes” (naturally). Mark my words: The day will come when I get him to watch VM lol. As for timeline: Let’s just say this takes place during/after an AU S3 ‘cause, well, I reject RT‘s reality.

( It's Thanksgiving at the Marses )

Title: Snow White Slumbers
Author: leobrat (Ash)
Pairing/Character: Duncan/Veronica, Duncan POV
Word Count: 546
Rating: R
Summary: He doesn't feel safe yet.
Spoilers: Through Donut Run
Warnings: This is very dark, and deals with the events that are revealed in the episode A Trip To The Dentist.
Disclaimer: ( A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend. )

Duncan keeps to himself.

150 Holiday "Smut" Icons:
Bones: 4
Gossip Girl: 7
Greek: 3
Harry Potter: 3
House: 3
Other fandoms: 26
Legend of the Seeker: 18
Smallville: 5
Supernatural: 3
True Blood: 10
Veronica Mars: 7
Whedonverse: 56
Whoverse: 5



( You Know You Want It )

- If she is mad at me: I wasn't feeling well on Fri and she needed to know that night. Saturday, I was feeling better and my friend invited me out.

- Whiny, needy, and indecisive. Not all the time. "always need something". Change how you talk. tooooo many effin things to change.

- start thinking about your boundaries. Spend the 1st three months at work place doing job instead of socializing. "Let's see what happens" vs. asking what will happen in x,y,z scenario.

- body/kinesthetic intelligence. Yoga, dance, sports. this is what i love. get in it.

- teaching. GET MAD. Don't be ashamed or think it's wrong to be mad. If they're doing something you don't like, yell at those kids.

- stop being a kid and grab life by the shoulders and go for it. be assertive, take charge.

- finish your tesol

- small talk topics: get to know them. friends episodes. sports. games w/ sentences.

- Winter camp, kids camp (phrases & sentences), teachers camp (convo.

- Australia

A few weeks back, one of my patients brought in the first season of Gilmore Girls to watch (she was in the hospital for a really long time and needed some form of entertainment). My favorite part of the day was going in and saying hi to her and getting to watch a few minutes. All of my love for that show came flooding back. It helped that she was watching the first season when the dialogue was witty and the characters charmingly quirky rather freakish.

Amazon is having a sale on the DVDs for GG - but only for the last 3 seasons. They've stopped selling the first season entirely. I never watched any episodes of the last season, not even the series finale. But I still miss it.

I found an old fanfiction that I had written 5 years ago and had never posted. I still liked it. I actually tracked down my login information and posted it to ff.net - the first time I've activated that account in years. I'm considering finishing Like Never Before. It's always bothered me that I didn't. Never mind that I don't have time and need to concentrate on fellowship applications. I know that, and I will. Just right now, I'm feeling nostalgic and missing the friends that I made in that fandom and the freedom and acceptance I felt then.

I was also rereading some of the Literati fiction, and man, we really were a fandom that attracted some very good authors. I'm disappointed that Elise, Becka, Mai, and Ali have not become published authors yet.

I was going to get up at sunrise and go and take pictures downtown. Hmmm. I may have to rethink that at this point. :)

I come here pimping a VM Secret Santa gift exchange! Sign-ups for vm_santa are open until November 30th. It's like a fic exchange, but with a whole lot of extra fun. All you do is post a wishlist of requests (fic, icons, graphics, vids, etc.). At the end of the sign-up period, you receive the name of a person who you'll be making a gift for, and, in turn, someone will get your name. Then everyone gets presents and there is much fun and love to be had all around :). Last year, we had a large group of participants, and it was a really fantastic experience. I'd like to replicate it :). You can get specific details here. Please, check it out, and sign-up if it looks like something you'd be interested in. Shoot me an E-mail or comment here if you have any questions.

You know how it goes--the more, the merrier! :)

A little sugar for Thanksgiving and the coming of Christmas:



More Gabby goodness here: At my LJ

Title: A Mars Thanksgiving
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for vmfic_gameon's Round 3 Thanksgiving challenge. Veronica's decided to host the feast this year. Of course not all who show up were invited...
Spoilers: If there are any, they’re vague at best
Word Count: 5202
Characters/Pairing: Ensemble, Veronica/Lamb, Wallace/OFC, Mac/Dick, Keith, Cliff
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: I have to give a shoutout to my own personal Wallace here. He helped me some of this - mostly Wallace’s “scenes” (naturally). Mark my words: The day will come when I get him to watch VM lol. As for timeline: Let’s just say this takes place during/after an AU S3 ‘cause, well, I reject RT‘s reality.

( It's Thanksgiving at the Marses )

Another day on the sofa in front of the tv, this time with an NCIS marathon. The last two eps of season six, and as of just now, the first three of season seven. I'd forgotten how nice it is to see a season finale and then have the opener to go straight in to!

( Mish mash of thoughts on all five eps )

For those of you on Nimoy watch, there is still no movement. Whenever there is, I will let people know... though Himself is LJ illiterate, so it'll either have to wait til I get home and can turn on a computer, or I'll get someone to do an update...something will be worked out...

I woke up before dawn to drive down to an IHOP near the airport and meet Chris and Gretchen for breakfast. They had a scant hour before picking up Gretty's family for their holiday celebration. I rather enjoy these hour-long reunions. They're short, but intense and gratifying. There's no distractions, no multitudes demanding equal attention. We had a lovely breakfast (pumpkin pancakes are fantastic. I may have to try making them this weekend) and caught up.

I'm grateful for friends who stretch my mind and my comfort limits, who support me, who love me unconditionally. I have truly been blessed by wonderful people who enrich my every day.

My friend Sarah invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. I made pumpkin bread (not quite as good as at the tea. Susan does a much better job) and healthy mashed potatoes: enriched with cauliflower, blended with neufchatel cheese and non-fat yogurt, flavored with garlic, salt/pepper and fresh dill. They were actually quite delicious. Company at Sarah's house is always entertaining and this year was no different. Her little sister (14) took me on a tour of her bedroom which is all Twilight (she likes Alice and Jasper the best) and showed me all of the magazines that she had collected and all of her journals that she's been keeping, transporting me back to when I was 14. I'm glad I'm beyond those years!

I'm grateful for friends who have made me part of their family. I'm reminded that I've been blessed with plenty: shelter, food, companionship.

My parents called from the land of the warm (Arizona), where they were tickling baby Carden. Apparently he has developed rolls for knees and can stand up and holds his head up. My sister called, telling me all about the delicious Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's house. My aunt sent me a lovely email, detailing the evening from her perspective. We worry about my grandparents, on both sides. Sharp minds are withering, and independence is slipping away.

I'm thankful for my family. For the reminder of the frailty of life and the promise of eternity. For their example and their time. For their love.

I came home and ignored my pile of dishes (tomorrow) and am now sitting down with a new book (Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow - I love fairy-tale retellings and soon, I'll get to go curl up in my bed with a warm rice pack at my feet and arise late tomorrow morning.

I'm grateful for my mind. For the gift of empathy and compassion. For the opportunity to serve and heal (and whine a little as well!). I'm blessed with a body that has held up to the rigors of residency (three and a half years without surgery!).

I'm grateful for my religion, for the comfort it provides and for a relationship with God that I'm constantly trying to improve, for faith in things not seen but felt deeply.

And I'm thankful for all of you. For sharing my life, and opening yours in return. Thank you!