sherlocks-freebitch asked:

ask and you shall receive : ) Hannigram, 1

things you said at 1 a.m.

(somewhere in late season 2, in Hannibal’s bedroom)


Hannibal doesn’t mean to say it out loud.

Will doesn’t stay. Will never stays. That’s not the next step in the dance they’re doing.

The next step is Will finishes buttoning his shirt, and he may or may not say goodnight, and he leaves.  Tomorrow or the next night he’ll be back for dinner, over which they may or may not talk about Will’s casework, certainly will talk in vague non-incriminating circles about Hannibal’s role in sending Will to the BSHCI, and will not talk at all about the fact that after dinner they’ll come back up to this bedroom and bite bruises into each other’s skin.

That’s the dance.  That’s the rhythm.  They’ll keep doing it until one of them trips and falls and then god help them both.

But it’s long past midnight, and Will’s rough handling has sanded off all of Hannibal’s sharp edges, and something soft and exposed underneath gets the upper hand and he says: “Stay with me.”

Will’s fingers trip just slightly over his buttons. The tiniest error.  Maybe he’s tired, too.

“I can’t, Hannibal.”  The dogs, he says. Jack, he means. I’m meant to be catching you, and fucking you is an acceptable way to do that, but sleeping in your arms is not, he means.  They both know it.

“It’s late. Stay this once. You can put on your armor again in the morning.”  Please, Hannibal means. They both know that, too.

Will freezes, and closes his eyes, and thinks.  After a moment, his fingers move again.  

They unbutton.

A ceasefire, then. For a night.

Hannibal considers moving to help Will slip the shirt back off but he’s afraid if he touches him at all right now, the fragile accord will break.  He holds perfectly still until Will is undressed again, under the blankets with him, and the lights turned out.

Will moves against him slowly, so gently, and it feels more dangerous than anything else. Worse than Hannibal’s back where Will scraped bloody lines. Worse than Will’s shoulder must feel where Hannibal all but dislocated it pressing him to the bed earlier.

Will’s so careful as he slides into Hannibal’s arms, like it feels just as dangerous to him. But all he says is, “Don’t try to make me breakfast.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he says, and means, and tightens his arms around Will so imperceptibly they can both pretend he’s not doing it.

He’d stay awake all night if he could but he’s certain Will won’t sleep until he does. So he closes his eyes and lets himself slip, and dream, and set the dance aside until dawn.

i am so fed up with shitty, rude caseworkers. a lady from job and family services called me a couple of times during my cruise trying to conduct a phone interview. i forgot all about it (i saw the missed calls pretty much as soon as we got back into the US and figured i’d take care of it later). she called me a third time today and i finally picked up, but i was in a doctor’s appointment. i asked if i could call her back, and she said “oh, no, honey. that’s not how this works.” i tried to see if she could call again at 4, and she was like, “no. i’m going to be gone then. pick a different time. and if i can’t reach you then, we’ll just cut off your benefits and you can reapply.” i kept apologizing for not having been in touch, and she just said “don’t apologize. i’m not the one who might lose my benefits.” we finally agreed that she’d call again in an hour, but she never did. i’ll bet you anything she just cut off my benefits instead.

#Frustration and #Disability

I don’t often put this kind of stuff out there. But I truly resent people who think most of us on disability or in housing programs get shit “free”. These caseworkers, these programs, they all put you through the worst of hoops. I would give anything to be able to work a job and not have to answer to people who could care less about answering me. But I can’t and often get lumped into a group of people who “use” the system. When in reality I have tried my damndest not to need help. I feel like a number. I feel like I am less of a person because my paperwork says so. Because i have illnesses you can’t “see” or I could just “fix” it or work through it. These illnesses kill my social life, my self esteem, my ability to function “normally”. And then I have to answer to people who think less of me and my intelligence because of it.

This shit is not “free”. It is not a picnic. And I would at times give anything to get it off my back and be a regular, functioning, member of society.

End rant.

I feel like a jerk

I feel like a jerk

Ok guys, this is for you.

If you live in a home with a beautiful bride whom you love desperately, but you fail to do your part of the house work, this is for you.

So we are in a peculiar situation. We have Texas Department of family and protective services in and out of our home at least twice a month. We also have case workers in and out as often. Most of the time their visits coincide but…

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The X-Files: Dana Scully [ISTJ]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / the mod.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Scully prefers facts to conjecture, and likes to gather all possible information about the case before speculating on it. She has an incredible ability to remember casework, medical information, and historical facts, which often comes in handy on the job. Scully is aware of how hierarchies and institutions work, and comfortable finding a place inside them, to get the job done (Te). She always returns to her faith, which she was raised on, in times of crisis, and goes so far as to devote herself post-FBI agent job to working in a hospital helping the daily needs of patients.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): They bring her in to attempt to close open case files, keep Mulder on track, and do research that relies on facts and offers up evidence to support conclusions. This puts them at odds at times, when Scully insists there are no facts to back up his hypothesis. She has little patience in indulging crazy theories for their own sake. Scully organizes trips, attends to filling out paperwork, and can keep a level head in a crisis. She retains a lot of factual information (this works with Si to some extent).

Introverted Feeling (Fi): She takes her work seriously and has a good sense of self; what she believes in, what she feels to be right, what morally offends her. Scully rarely imposes her ethics on anyone else or passes judgment on them, but whenever her ethics are violated, she staunchly defends them and has little empathy for those who hurt other people. She doesn’t much care what laymen think of her, but she does care for the opinions of those people she admires most (colleagues, her boss, etc).

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): She considers ideas only if there is some truth in them; Scully does not want to randomly spout conjecture at a crime scene. She gradually opens up to the idea that not everything has a logical explanation. She does have a sixth sense about people attempting to deceive or manipulate her, but rarely knows exactly what is amiss for a while.


I have a meeting with the investigator tomorrow. I am less worried now than I was before. I have been struggling with the parents concerns for months. I thought awhile ago that this case would lead to a report. They complain, I take the baby to the doctor, doctor says everything is fine. More complaining, caseworker goes to the school everything is still fine. More complaints, back to the doctor, still fine.

I guess they feel they aren’t being heard so here we are. I feel very confident that it will be fine, but I hope it passes quickly.

Rec: Without Accident

Title: Without Accident
Author: found feather
Format: Novella
Published/Free: Free
Length: Novella
Status: Complete
Rating: Ultra Mature
Warnings: D/s, s/m, consent play in general with enacted rape-fantasy and blanket consent (thus negotiated non-consent) in specific, bondage, sensory deprivation, gags, discipline, double penetration, toys (in private and worn/used under clothing in public), impact play (hitting, caning), overstimulation, somnophilia, incest (brothers), aftercare. Threesome
Summary: Negotiation is easier by email.

A lot of things are easier by email. Breaking up with Katie was easier by email, talking to professors is easier by email, fuck, interacting with his caseworker is occasionally easier by email, something which the woman thankfully realizes, even if she doesn’t always let him get away with it. Keeping up with the old team. Avoiding his old command chain. On a bad week he can run most of his life by email, and reserve his energy for the labs, the lectures, and work.

But right now, that’s not the point. Right now, it’s negotiation that’s easier by email.

Review: Oh my. This is very beautiful to read in a kind of heart rending way. Yes it’s brutal, but there is such a raw emotional intensity and beauty to Jace’s thoughts that it really does drag you in.

If you enjoyed this, there are great many other works by this author, but they can be hard to find as she is scattered around under a number of different names. I wish there was some sort of master list.

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The waiting child I inquired about has already been matched. The caseworker seems really great, because she wrote me right away and asked if we’d be interested in another child. That kid needs to be the only child in a home, and we’re hoping to have at least 2 in our home.

Except… I asked on a private FB group (specific to our area) how long folks typically wait for a foster placement, and it turns out, it could be a long time. Due to the state budget crisis in IL, DCFS isn’t removing as many children, and is focusing more on family intervention and counseling. Which, is good? Sigh. If I had known it could be such a long time, I would have rethought my work plans. I could have worked full time or taken more demanding positions, rather than part time gigs that would work well as a foster parent. Now I don’t know what to do. According to folks in this FB group, some people have been waiting more than a year for placement. The goal is to help kids, but we also started this journey to have kids in our home. Right now, I’m not doing either.

Today at the homeless shelter where I volunteer I was talking to a group of women about signing up to see a caseworker. I was about to tell them we only had one caseworker on for the day, when a male volunteer (nice guy, but he wasn’t part of the conversation) started to talk over me and say what I was about to say. 

One of the women shushed him and said, “She was talking. Let her finish talking.”

Bam! That’s sisterhood right there.

This has been a swell birthday. My caseworker and I did some important things, and I’m feeling pretty good about how things are going for once. No great plans but to relax. I have some movies queued up, and I bought myself some milk and Pepperidge Farm Mint Milanos, my favorite cookies. Today’s my day, and all the well-wishes have given me a nice, lasting feeling of general wellness and keeping the anxiety and dysphoria at bay. 

It’s been a good one. And I’m okay with the good ones.

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There were three matters that immediately leapt out when the letter came in that summer. First and foremost, as far as the Riveras were concerned, mail directly addressed to a ten-year-old (sans those smeared with crayon and hand delivered by another ten-year-old) were an immediate cause for alarm. Secondly, the only other person who had any knowledge regarding Chell’s whereabouts was her caseworker. Hushed discussions had taken place between the then-prospective foster parents and the social worker during their interview process. The pert, little woman in the pantsuit had all but apologized as she broached Chell’s “rather, well… isolating habits.” But, she was a good girl, really. With the way she’s been jostled through homes, it’s no wonder she has a hard time socializing. This is such a crucial period of development for children and so on and so forth. The conversation faded into psychoanalytical static, but the message was received. 

A bittersweet promise that there wouldn’t be any longing for friends in foregone towns. No dawdling childish phone calls. No long-distance playdates to arrange. 

No letters. 

Third, and most alarming, they had used her surname. Chell had grown up with nothing but scraps of a personal identity–– a fractured name, a birth year that could only really be guessed at. On paper, they were more cocksure of her blood type than her age. 

But there it was, as they surmised it to be, written in a sloping cursive atop the mailing address. 

Chell Aouli 

Then, of course, there was the fourth question that presented itself upon actually opening the letter. 

What was Hogwarts? 

My caseworker asked my preferred name, used they pronouns for me by default, and then asked my pronouns… idk if that’s standard procedure or if I just look ~extra nonbinary~ today but I’m pleased.

anonymous asked:

What was your experience going from being a casework in PA to CA? Was it an easy transition or needed a lot of retraining? What's the CA equivalent of IMCW?

There are so many differences, anon!

Like, for starters, IMCW is a state government position. Out in CA, it’s a county level job (which means there are subtle differences in names. Most counties go with “Eligibility Worker”, though). The way I do my job and the regulations I follow are totally different than the way they do it the next county over. Especially at the GA level, because General Assistance is a county-level program so everybody has a different way of doing it (this county gives $336/mo no matter what, this county only gives money directly to vendors instead of loading funds directly onto the client’s EBT card, etc).

I needed re-training on so many things. A lot of stuff is the same - federal regs are federal regs, after all - but CA has its own name for all the programs (CalWORKS instead of TANF, CalFresh instead of SNAP/food stamps, and MediCal instead of Medicaid). 

CA is more conservative in their regs (the hella liberal oh so progressive rep it gets everywhere else in the US is…kind of undeserved. It’s mostly PA on a large scale - a few liberal city hubs surrounded by tons and tons of conservative people and farms). CalWORKS, for example, has a 48 month time limit, compared to TANF’s 60 month time limit. And CA is one of the states with an MFG (Maximum Family Grant) rule. 

CalFresh - for computing income, we have to use a multiplier. So if a client gets paid weekly, we have to average their weekly income, then multiply that number by 4.33 (2.167 for biweekly). In PA I was instructed to just disregard months that had an extra paycheck, because that didn’t reflect the client’s average monthly income.

And on the system end of things, I’m in one of the counties that uses CalWIN, which is bulky, slow, and less user-friendly than PA’s system (and I remember whining about that! I didn’t know what I had until it was gone).

Though, on the cultural side of things, I’m in one of those liberal city oases, so the cultural attitudes are a LOT less hateful toward clients. There’s a lot of focus on client rights and client advocacy.

But as far as adjusting goes - I got 20 weeks of training out here, so I had a ton of time to get to know the loca regs before being put on the line. Compare that to the six weeks of training I got in PA….

Anyway. There’s probably more that I can’t think of right now, but yeah. It’s a lot different.