"Perfume Came Virtually From Paris (Virtually)..."

Well! First of all, I spent to-day cleaning the garage. I cannot offer a before photograph, but the after one is here. Just--bear in mind that it hadn't been cleaned in eight years, and that all that empty space you see was originally full of Stuff. I am so proud. ^___^ Now Waen has somewhere to keep her El Camino, and she and Daddy will stop arguing at the dinner table.

Also, since I know at least five people received slightly hysterical news of the commissioned cake I was to bake two Saturdays ago, here's the finished product. It is ugly. XD I am very aware of that fact. However, the receivers claimed it tasted fine, so that's all right.
Ugly!
It's a hawk, but you can't tell.

Alsoooo. I totally need more CampbellScott!Horatio icons. Can I bribe Miss Kylee with photofics, one per icon, pairing/setting/&c of her choice?

Ohh, and totally need an icon of this 'look-where-the-poor-wretch-comes-reading' scene: EX. DEE.

EDIT: Omggggggggg, also. karla_yonit wrote me amazing Laertes/Hamlet for my birthday. Go look. Bweeeeeeeeeee. ^______^ <33333333333 Ee.