sirona_fics: (nat thanks you for your cooperation)
SOBBING AND CRYING RIGHT NOW WITH THE PERFECTION THAT IS THIS VID OH MY GOD I CAN'T HANDLE ALL THESE FEELS HOLY SHIT #MURDERMEANDLEAVEMETODIEWHYDONTYOU #PHEEEEEEEEEEELS #HELPMYFEELSARETAKINGOVER

sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Just because a) Clint/Phil all the fucking time, and also b) JRENNER’S FACE THAT CURES ALL EVILS. Let bamf!Clint sort your day out. ♥ And then let them take you home with them and change into Henleys and curl up on the couch with you in the middle. ♥♥♥

For all you guys who are having a pants day — here’s a cuddle, Clint/Phil style.









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OH MY GOD YOU GUYS YOU SPOIL ME SO MUCH. <3333333333 Thank you, for all the messages since yesterday. They've kept me going, your generosity of spirit, your love. It has been a week and no mistake, but with you I know I'll always end up on top. <333

I can't even, you guys, I got three fics written for me since yesterday. THREE. :'))))))) You humble me. AND THEY ARE ALL FICS OF MY HEART. The more I spend around you, the more I convince myself that I could never find better people than all of you, which is something that arsehole will never have, so. I actually don't have the words to express how much I appreciate all of you. So I will share my bounty, in the hopes that it makes others as happy as it made me. :) And as appreciation, it's looking like I'll be able to post that Clint/Phil D/s fic later tonight, so I'll be able to give something back to all of you! <3 In the order I got the notifs:

Ten Words Or Less by the inimitable [livejournal.com profile] gyzym

This has Clint/Coulson as well as ensemble, and it made me grin like an absolute idiot. :D So, so utterly happy-making. <333

Tea and Sympathy by [livejournal.com profile] rubygirl29
--Clint Barton is having a bad day. Tea and sympathy help. So does a kiss.

You guys, this is the most adorable thing ever. UGH THEY ARE SO SMITTEN WITH EACH OTHER JKFHLKSJHGDFLGH I CAN'T. <3333

A Different Kind of Love Story by [livejournal.com profile] someidiothasice
--He doesn't delude himself. He knows that the life he leads, the life of an agent, isn't fair to a romantic partner.

This is, without question, something I will carry with me for a long time to come. It somehow manages to reach inside me and gives voice to all the feelings it finds, all the secret hopes and dreams. It made me cry, in that wonderful 'oh thank fuck, someone gets it' way. I can't recommend it enough. <3333 Probably one of the kindest things a person has ever done for me without even knowing they were doing it. :)

Also a supernice person gave me Dreamwidth paid time, to which I say, THANK YOU, SIR/MADAM, YOU ARE ASTOUNDINGLY WONDERFUL. <3333

Basically, I am the luckiest person to have all of you. And I'd be a fool to believe some wanker over all of you. So I shan't make that mistake. ;)

In other news, turns out my cousin is coming to visit this weekend, so I anticipate a very pleasant Friday night and Saturday all round. \0/ To celebrate, I shall make cupcakes (AND THINK OF COULSON AS I BAKE, Y/Y/MFY? ;P) and indulge myself in happy-making things. :D
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
I've been very quiet, recently. I know. It's because I've been writing ALL THE FUCKING WORDS EVER. And now I feel terribly :( because [livejournal.com profile] delicatale and I have spent the day writing very sad boys indeed. And also [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub is at a point in her story that is making me want to sob. And I actually can't even face writing the end of The Sequel because it's going to make me so sad, too. At over 12K, it's high time I killed it off, but, well. It will happen when thinking about it doesn't make me want to crawl under the covers and cuddle a stuffed toy to my chest. :(((

...Anyway. That's where I've been. And I've also been somehow talked into signing up for [livejournal.com profile] c_im_bigbang's RBB edition, because someone (read a member of my damned enablers squad) dangled THIS MOST GLORIOUS OF PICS under my nose and, well. My willpower isn't all it's cracked up to be. >.>;; Those of you who have been around for a while *coughnarutocough* will know that at one point I spent a period of time writing ALL THE SPORTS AUS EVER. And had an obscenely enjoyable time while doing so. I think it's time to get back to basics. :DDDDD THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL BETTER ALREADY. :D UGH THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING AND THERE'S GOING TO BE ALL THE UST EVER. ;P

Seriously, writing sad boys is making me sad. I need all the fluff. :(((

UGH I STILL HAVE WORDS I WANT TO TALK ABOUT EXCEPT THAT I APPEAR TO BE ALL WRITTEN OUT. All right, that's all the moaning I'm allowing myself to do tonight BECAUSE ACTUALLY THIS IS ALL AMAZING STUFF, BECAUSE IF I'M FEELING THIS HORRIBLY SAD ABOUT IT, IT'S PRETTY DAMN GOOD WRITING, YES? :)

NOW BRB FINDING SOME FLUFF TO WALLOW IN. <3
sirona_fics: (hunky army smiling cap)
JESUS CHRIST, YOU GUYS, ALL THOSE HEARTS, I CAN'T.

YOU KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, YES? ♥♥♥♥♥ UGH WITH YOU LOT ON THE CASE HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO FEEL ANYTHING OTHER THAN BLISSFULLY HAPPY? :')

Thank you. Seriously. This outpouring of love makes me all twitterpated and stammering and so, so loved. :') YOU ARE ALL THE BEST THINGS EVER.

Special thanks go out to Anonymouse, who made me giggle giddily into my coffee this morning and blush like a fourteen-year-old girl. My first Valentine, likely ever (at least in recent memory), and it came from no other than Clint bloody Barton. ANONYMOUSE, YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. :DDDDDDDD <333333

Anyway. The point of this post is that I have been overwhelmed with support and love and everything that is good in the world. And I'm feeling heaps better this morning, you'll be pleased to hear. :) That ought to be the worst of it for this month. There's always one day that I want to fucking die, and after that it tends to get settled. Now just the pains and aches to look forward to -- which, as many people will know, are much easier to deal with -- yes, it hurts, but it doesn't make you want to crawl under a pillow fort and never come out.

RIGHT. OKAY. TODAY IS NOT A GOOD DAY FOR A LOT OF PEOPLE, FOR REASONS. And I seem to have recovered just in time to do something about it. The other day [livejournal.com profile] radioaches and I were talking about how WE SHOULD TOTALLY HAVE A FANDOM 14TH FEB THING WHERE ALL THE SINGLE LADIES (AND GENTS) DO SHIT FOR EACH OTHER. Because frankly I'm sick to death of Valentine's day. I WISH TO CELEBRATE SINGLES DAY. And [livejournal.com profile] radioaches said that VALENTINE'S DAY IS BORING AND IT SHOULD BE "WE'RE ALL AWESOME" DAY ANYWAY.

SO I THOUGHT WE SHOULD. WHO'S WITH ME?

Fun fact for you: in my country, today isn't just Valentine's Day; it's also Trifon Zarezan, which is the day set aside on the calendar that celebrates vineyards, pubs, pub landlords, anyone involved in the production of Wine, in whatever role. (Also Gardeners' Day, and, strangely enough, Falconers' Day, but those kind of lurk in the background mostly.) IT IS ALSO A DAY WHEN WE TRADITIONALLY GET PISSED. BECAUSE IT'S NOT JUST ALLOWED -- IT'S EXPECTED. A bit like St Paddy's Day. :D I JUST THOUGHT I'D THROW IT OUT THERE. Three guesses which holiday I choose to celebrate. ;P A decision not entirely dictated by the fact that in my family we make our own wine, which is delicious, let me tell you. <3

ANYWAY. THIS IS YOUR INVITATION TO SPAM THIS POST WITH PRETTY THINGS, THINGS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT TODAY, ABOUT YOURSELVES. LET'S CELEBRATE HOW FUCKING AWESOME WE ARE, YES? <33333

I'LL START. PREDICTABLY, WITH MY VALENTINE -- BECAUSE FFFFFFFFFFFF YES, CLINT BABY, I WILL BE YOUR VALENTINE. (DON'T WORRY, PHIL, YOU CAN COME WITH, HO YUS. ;P)

ALLLLL THE PRETTIES )

IN CONCLUSION: ISN'T THIS THIS CUTEST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN???



HAPPY 'WE'RE AWESOME' DAY, EVERYONE. <33333
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Oh my fucking god ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL STOP LETTING [livejournal.com profile] delicatale GIVE ME ALL THE SODDING PLOT BUNNIES EVER.

...I can't see that day happening ANY TIME SOON, if I'm honest. AND ALL SHE DID THIS TIME WAS SHOW ME THIS:



AND ALLLLL THE BUNNIES SAT UP AND TOOK NOTICE LIKE IT WAS A SACKFUL OF CARROTS. WHY, BRAIN, WHY.

For interested parties -- YES, WE ARE WRITING THIS THING. IT IS GOING TO BE AN AU WHERE STEVE AND BUCKY AND NATASHA AND CLINT OWN THIS GARRAGE IN BROOKLYN, AND TONY'S SWANKY NEW CAR BREAKS DOWN LIKE TWO BLOCKS AWAY, AND HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS TOOLS HANDY AND GOES IN AND THERE IS ALL THE SNARK AND BAITING AND BANTERING AND UST. AND THEN HE TELLS HIS CFO ABOUT IT, WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE ONE PHIL COULSON... I THINK YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. ALL THE ROMANCE. ALLLLL THE ~FEEEEELINGS.

...OH MY GOD, WHY AM I LIKE THIS. :(
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Thank you, everyone, for bearing with me as I faffed about in re: seeing the Avengers trailer (while, of course, at the same time exercising your god-given right to tease the crap out of me, which was much appreciated and made the day go so much faster).

I HAVE NOW SEEN SAID TRAILER. AND I WOULD LIKE TO FLAIL. A LOT.

ALSO I HAVE SPENT THE LAST FIVE MINUTES PAUSING THE VID AT THE 0.31 AND 0.32 POINTS. BECAUSE REASONS. HOW ARE ALL OF THEM SO FUCKING HOT, HOW.

I have the next two days off, and I plan to WRITE ALL THE WORDS, FLAIL LIKE A MAD WOMAN, AND CHAT TO EVERYBODY. CONSIDER THIS POST AN OPEN INVITATION TO TALK TO ME ABOUT SHIT. ANY OF IT. ALL OF IT. ANYTHING THAT YOU BELIEVE WOULD BE RELEVANT TO MY INTEREST REGARDLESS OF FANDOM OR RL ACTIVITY. <333

Also, #I ♥ MY FLIST, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE NOTICED.

ETA: HOLY. MOTHER. OF GOD. )

EXCUSE ME WHILE I STARE. CLINT FUCKING BARTON, WHAT EVEN ARE YOU.
sirona_fics: (clint)
...EXCEPT TO SAY THAT I HAVE JUST BEEN LINKED TO THIS BY... INTERESTED PARTIES.

AND I JUST WANT TO SAY, JEREMY RENNER, YOU ARE A PERFECT HUMAN BEING.

MOVIEVERSE!HAWKEYE/CLINT BARTON = CANON BISEXUAL. IT'S OFFICIAL.

IT'S THE MATTER-OF-FACTNESS THAT GETS ME RIGHT IN THE FACE AND MAKES ME WANT TO SNOG HIM SENSELESS, REALLY. HE CLEARLY DOES NOT EVEN CARE. I FUCKING LOVE THAT GUY. I CANNOT ANYMORE.

#I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR
sirona_fics: (superboyfrields)
Title: Thunderbolt City
Pairing: Steve/Tony, Rhodey/Bucky, past Bucky/Tony
Rating: PG-13 for swearing. So much swearing.
Word count: ~6,400
Warning: Angst (resolved), humour, romance, TONY FEELS, non-concensual outing of a gay person (past), AU, DID I MENTION THE TONY FEELS.
Summary: It's competely unfair that the one time the whole thunder-from-the-sky thing happens to Tony, it has to be for someone completely out of his league, who takes one look at him and decides he wants none of it, thanks.
Notes: Entirely based on the gif below. Completely [livejournal.com profile] sometimesalways's fault for posting it and saying "If you wrote me fic based on this gif I'd love you forever", and [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub for asking me the next morning to entertain her while she was finishing the edits on her GLORIOUS COLLEGE AU FIC, upon which this happened in more or less half a day. Many thanks also to both of them for cheering me on, and to the latter for the exceedingly helpful and exceptionally diverting beta job. <3 Cookies for everyone who knows where the title comes from -- and before you ask, yes, I am a ginormous sap, okay. Also don't die of shock if there's a sequel to this.





I never expected 'the thunderbolt'. )
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So apparently, even a week later, I still have ALLL THE TRF FEELS EVER. I've pored over all the post-TRF fics I could find, have gorged myself on John's mysery and despair. However, I haven't been able to find a Mystrade fic that deals with the aftermath. And when, last night, I sat down to write a wee little thing about it, for the reason outlined below, I found I had all the words, and, er. This happened. It's actually not what I set out to write at all, but it turns out it's what wanted to get written, so.


Title: The Space Between
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade, hints of Sherlock/John
Rating: R
Word count: ~3,000
Warning: Spoilers for TRF, perceived character death, hurt/comfort, angst, hints of alcohol abuse.
Summary: In which Lestrade deals with the aftermath of the events showcased in TRF, vis-a-vis the other Holmes brother.
Notes: For the very wonderful [livejournal.com profile] stardust_made, whose birthday was last week. I've only just found out, and wanted to write a little something to celebrate the start of her next trip around the sun.


What's the point of giving anyone a key if you're going to make it impossible for him to use it a bloody week later? )

InstaRec

Jan. 23rd, 2012 02:04 pm
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Rumor Has It by [livejournal.com profile] gyzym
--In which Santana Lopez learns the hard way that a life can never be ruined, only lived, and lived, and lived. Glee, Santana/Brittany, Santana/OFC

I... don't actually have the words to express what finding and reading this story has done to me, this week of all the weeks of my life. I'm not at all in the Glee fandom; haven't even watched the show since before Blaine turned up. But this. Well, it's by Jizzy, and that ought to be enough of a rec in itself, but if you need more, let me just tell you that I cried about four times as I was reading it, and my face is literally wet with tears right now -- tears of relief, and a kind of hope that I'd forgotten how to feel, frankly.

Isn't life interesting? There are these moments, as [livejournal.com profile] stardust_made very wisely said to me the other day, that kind of resonate through the years. Random moments that have nothing to recommend them except for how they twist your perception to a different value of truth, change the way you see everything without even trying, just because they're there. It's a journey, and we're making it, and no matter how boring life gets, it's these moments that make it sparkle, these moments when the light twists just so and the reflection is a fucking rainbow.

I'm pretty sure this story is going to stay with me for the rest of my life, in one way or another. Probably it won't mean the same thing to other people as it does to me; likely it's coloured by all the stuff going on the past few days. Regardless, it's a story about growing up, coming into your own, and all the different things it means. I recommed it with all my heart.
sirona_fics: (never leave me)
[SPOILERS] )

ETA: Oh, just, you know what? Go read this. All my John feels in a neat 900 words. Stars in my eyeballs all over again.

OH AND ALSO (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] politt):

Spoiler from Mark Gatiss' Twitter )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Day 13

In your own space, share a favorite piece of original canon (a TV episode, a song, a favourite interview, a book) and explain why you love it so much. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.


Oh, god. So, SO many. For H50 alone, the list would fill up an entire post limit. Where do I even start. THE CARGUMENTS. The suspects-in-shark-tanks. STEVE'S MF FACES. The entirety of 1.21. In fact, almost the entire first season.

For Inception, again, where do I even start. "Eames, I am impressed."/"Your condescention, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur. Thank you." "Eames!!"/Eames shoots the fuck out of some militarised projections./"You okay??"/"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." [Emphasis my own, natch] "Go to sleep, Mr Eames." NEED I GO ON, I ASK YOU.

For Clint/Phil, I mean, the entire what, two minutes of screen space they don't even share, I MEAN, "Barton, talk to me."/"You want me to slow him down, sir? Or are you sending in more guys for him to beat up?"/"I'll let you know." [Emphasis my own] What is probably scary is that I am typing this up from memory alone, that's how often I have re-re-re-watched that scene. Banter. Mutual respect. Phil acknowledging the banter/snark. NEITHER OF THEM BATS AN EYELID, WHICH MEANS THAT THIS KIND OF THING HAPPENS A LOT BETWEEN THEM. I just, I love fandom, you know? The connection between them is so clear in those scant seconds that it has spawned an entire ship based on nothing more than snarky BAMFs being BAMFs together. <333

Oh god, okay, I'm going to have to stop now otherwise this will be a post of INCOHERENT SQUEE and my utter LOVE for allllll the things. /0\


Day 14

In your own space, ask for help. Need a beta? Always wanted to learn how to make a vid? a fanmix? icons? Maybe you’d want to have someone cheering for you while you work on an upcoming big bang or fannish bingo? Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.


I would not say no to a very simple idiot's guide to podfic making. BECAUSE CLEARLY I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH THINGS ON, FANDOM-WISE, AT THE MOMENT. /0\ /0\ I don't even know if people will want to listen to me reading shit, but hey.

But really, I am so, so lucky that right now I actually don't need any help with anything. I have a few people who have the misfortune to be my go-to betas, and/or squee-at-ers, and/or dreadful enablers, and/or cheerleaders, and/or plot-bunny-wranglers. I am a lucky, lucky person, AND I LOVE YOU ALL FOR IT, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. <3333333


I would like to take this opportunity to thank [livejournal.com profile] delicatale, for at one point or another being all of these combined, including feeding my Jeremy Renner obsession on a regular basis. And in turn, I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE THE PRETTY. BECAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT I AM NOT ALONE IN SAID OBSESSION, Y/Y/MFY? XDDDD SO BEHOLD THE MAN HIMSELF IN ALL HIS GLORY AND HOLD ON TO YOUR PANTIES BECAUSE UNGHHHHHHHHHHH. (I actually can't make myself put this one under a cut. HE IS TOO PRETTY TO EVER BE HIDDEN UNDER A CUT EVER.)

sirona_fics: (throw him in the shark tank)
Exhausted. Have just spent twelve and a half hours working my arse off without a single break (no lunch break; not even a tea break). The only thing that kept me sane was basically [livejournal.com profile] delicatale, who last night incepted me with a plot bunny and, uh. Well, basically we have ~9,000 words of a Clint/Phil, Steve/Bucky Paranormal Romance AU. YES, WE'RE MAD. XD Now that we've got that out of the way, it, seriously, it saved my sanity today. I am ready to drop. It is made of sunshine and rainbows and fairies (*snort* you'll get it when you read it, I promise) and boys in looooove. <3333 Because I happen to have a slightly unsavoury history of obsession with the genre, and I have dragged [livejournal.com profile] delicatale kicking and screaming with me. SHE SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO SAY THESE THINGS TO ME. XD

So behind on the Snowflake Challenge. I'm gonna do a big joint post tomorrow, I think. I've just been too drained to can.

This helped, though:



Via [livejournal.com profile] delicatale, via exampleofinconsistency


BECAUSE, I MEAN. I'M KNACKERED, NOT DEAD. *___________________*

Also, this made me laugh so hard that my dad asked me what on earth I was reading.





Source: martinfreemanstongue


Yeah. XDDD

Also, there is this:



HOW AM I EVEN GOING TO COPE. T___________T

All right. Day off tomorrow. Possibly more Clint/Phil and Steve/Bucky and ~FEEEEEEELINGS. <3
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I am right this minute sucking on a candy cane, having a glass of the red wine we make ourselves every year from the vines in my grandma's yard (which is seriously hardcore this year, one glass gets me pretty tipsy) and I'm reading a delightful Charles/Erik Christmas fic. I made cheese sauce from scratch tonight, and it was perfect. Seriously, I could have done a magazine photoshoot with it. And even though I didn't have the time to make the cinnamon swirls that I'd planned to for breakfast, life is good. :D

I am heading off the 'pretty tipsy' and into the 'nicely drunk' territory now, admittedly. So this post is going to sport the #what not to do when drunk tag, but I just, you guys. I keep saying I love you, but the truth is, I don't know that I can do this thing without you. You have kept me going this year in ways you cannot even imagine. I honestly, some days I don't think I'd still be here if it wasn't for each and every one of you, all your support, all your generosity and love. I am truly blessed to have you in my life. I hope Christmas is wonderful for you, and your family isn't driving you insane. I'm pretty lucky this year -- it's been pretty casual for me, practically no drama. In fact, it's barely registerred that it's Christmas -- except for shorter working hours and even more peace and quiet in which to write. Got a massive bottle of perfume for Christmas, and a lovely bra from my mum (I am excessively picky about bras, it's awful), a fabulous mother-of-pearl-inlaid Charles Dickens pen from my dad, and that's about it. Had more fun giving presents than receiving this year -- but that's okay. We're all pretty strapped for cash, especially my sister, what with the baby. The important thing is that we're together, and healthy, and whole. <3

This has especially been thrown into contrast by some news we got today. Those of you who have been around here for a while will remember that time when I was covering double and triple shifts at work because one of my coworkers was diagnosed with cancer -- well, she lost the battle last night. She was a wonderful person, so generous of spirit, so dedicated to helping others. She will be sadly missed. So tonight, all I can think of is, thank [insert deity here] that we're all of us still here, and that even though it's been a tough year, we've stuck it out without falling apart. That's something.

Anyway, moral of the story -- stay awesome, guys, and know that I love you. <3<3<3

Bonus points: Doctor Who special tomorrow. \0/ \0/ \0/ Nicely done, RL.
sirona_fics: (bucky gives me all the feels)
So I've just watched this episode of Criminal Minds (while what I should be doing is finishing edits on my [profile] secret_mutant assignment, goddamn it X/), BUT. Okay, it's season 3, the one where there was this genius comic book artist that had a psychotic breakdown and murdered the guys who attacked him and his girlfriend/fiancee six months ago? Anyway, it's not important (although it's a bloody brilliant episode) -- the important thing is the last few minutes, as the team flies back to HQ (people who watch the show will know what I'm on about), and one of them muses how the guy was just an ordinary man not long ago, before he was forced to turn into this cold-blooded killer by circumstances, and wonders whether we all have that potential in us.

And now I'm having these thoughts, tangled up in Metanoia-influenced musings, of cold-blooded killers that murder with a steady hand because their victims are bad, bad people who damn well deserve it; of heroes tangled up in villains, The difference between a hero and a villain is one really bad day (I'll be damned if I know where that comes from; this particular version of events is Jesse's, I think -- [personal profile] zolac_no_miko, correct me if I'm wrong); “The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time.” (that one is Frank Miller). And now I have an absolutely debilitating craving for fics like that -- utterly sane, smirking men with bloody hands and a moral compass that only points due justice, if society won't do it then he/she bloody well will; of a good guy that's trying desperately hard to remain on the right side of the law even as he senses the lure of the other side. Of that good-ish guy meeting that other guy, the connection, the electric, magnetic spark between them (see Luther/Alice for example). Of someone so broken (Star), yet with the potential to be made slightly less so by the judicious application of a good man (Zan). UGH, IDK WHY I WANT IT SO FUCKING BAD, BUT I DO.

Tropes for the win, I guess! :) But I can't, I just can't help but think, Cap and Bucky, where Bucky isn't quite Winter Soldier but is close, the other side of the coin, getting his hands dirty because someone has to and it can't be Steve, Steve who is everything that is good in the world that Bucky sees -- bleak, dark, uncompromising, no rose-tinted spectacles for me, pal; the perpetual push-and-pull of them, jahfdaljkghajkghjhg OH, GOD.

#why, brain, why? If anyone has any story recs for me, in any fandom, pass 'em here, please! <3 Because I really, really fucking want it, bad enough to write an original story if that's what it takes. But come on, in all the world there's got to be someone as wonky as me that's already thought of something way better than anything I could come up with.

Also see: The Administration, which is the perfect example, and I'm going to pimp it out until everyone out there has read it, because Manna, man. Gal's a genius. You know I'm all about the fluff usually, but sometimes I need dark, blood-tinged fluff, I love you as certain dark things are to be loved-fluff (also, that poem, amirite? A perennial favourite, carved somewhere inside me). Because that's beautiful, too.
sirona_fics: (lizzy bennet with her nose in a book)
Look, it's all VH1's fault. It's making me think back to that year, making me all mushy and nostalgic and sappy, but just, I remember those songs, remember singing along, fuck, I know all the words, every one. I remember being infatuated, all hopeful, a little yearning, and even if it has nothing to do with the way I'm feeling at the moment (except for where boys in love are concerned), I just want to remember that time, with a fond, wistful smile.

Do you guys remember where you were when those songs came out? What you were doing? Do these songs make you feel sad? Happy? Nostalgic? Anyway, enjoy some sappy 90s music! :D



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I've just read this beyond-adorable news story, and I agree with [livejournal.com profile] kitsune_tsuki -- this is the perfect set-up for a romantic comedy. And now I desperately want someone to write this, in whichever fandom inspires. :D

God, I'm so tired, even though all I've done today has been edits. Goddamn you, cold. D: On the plus side, both the Sherlockmas and the [livejournal.com profile] dream_holiday assignments are done and ready to go! \0/ \0/ On the not-so-plus side, it is taking me ages to get through reading over the Coffee Shop AU so we can pass it over to our wonderfully obliging beta, because I keep getting distracted by Steve/Bucky kitty fic, which, BEST EVER DISTRACTION. BEST. EVER. And also listening to this song, which is making me want to write PINING BOYS IN LOVE, and more specifically the Steve/Peggy/Bucky strand of the Love, Actually AU, because MY GOD, THE FEELS. <3




SO. WONDERFUL. :')

And also there is Avengers Christmas fic that I am itching to read, and then I got sidetracked while picking out a title for my Sherlockmas fic from a bunch of quotes on writing that are making me all warm inside with love for my craft, and.

What I'm saying is, I just want to lie back on the sofa and read/watch soppy love stories for the rest of the night. *sigh* If you have any of those in mind, do please throw them my way. <3
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Look. I want you to know that I would have resisted. I would have. I could have done it, damn it. I even managed to resist the Bucky table, although it cost me something, I don't mind telling you.

But then [livejournal.com profile] kellifer_fic claimed the Cliche table from [livejournal.com profile] avengers_tables, and I got a good look at it.

And basically, that's all she wrote, folks. Like I said to her, I've never met a cliche I didn't like/couldn't subvert until I liked it. So, really, this was a foregone conclusion.

Cliche

pretending to be a couple woke up married magical transformation inebriated confessions "It was a dark and stormy night..."
forced bonding coitus interruptus "...and they lived happily ever after." woke up on the wrong side of the bed undercover operation
shopping for curtains "you had me at hello" huddling for warmth amnesia soulmates
kids or babies fulfilling a prophesy/destiny just in the nick of time telepathy mistaken identity
not really dead phobias in the future... time travel relying on the enemy


DAMN YOU, [livejournal.com profile] shinysylver AND [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken, YOU HORRIBLE ENABLERS, YOU.
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