sirona_fics: (charles/erik jazz hands)
Post-coffee shop AU and Avengers RBB, I find myself at a bit of a loose end as to what to focus on writing next. Hence, my first post in like 6 MONTHS OR SOMETHING WHAT. /0\ Must admit, have found it easier to just stick to twitter recently, what with all the writing. Really gonna update that masterlist after I post this. >.>

So. Anyway. Time to get a vote in, because apparently nothing is screaming loud enough to get written right now. Thus, a poll! Help me out, guys! <3

A Poll!
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
This is for all of you, all who stood by me, pressed their virtual shoulder gently against mine as I struggled to get through this week. Thank you. I appreciate it more than words can say. ♥ I hope this is at least a small token of my appreciation.


Title: In the backseat
Pairing: Clint/Coulson, with blink-and-you'll-miss-them references to Steve/Tony and Natasha/Pepper
Rating: NC-17 like whoa.
Warnings: Strong elements of D/s, bondage, subspace, object insertion, discussion of death (in the line of duty) and trust -- freely given, and fluff. Yeah, I know. >.>;;
Word count: ~5,900
Summary: In which Clint takes a leap of faith in more ways than one.
Notes: Entirely based on the first Avengers trailer that aired during the Superbowl. Madly encouraged by a number of people (you know who you are), and betaed by the rather wonderful [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn (thank you, baby. ILU). Please heed the warnings, although I'll admit that this is just as rife with ~feeels as usual. :) Title from In the backseat by The Arcade Fire, which is the theme song for this fic.


'What's the matter with you? Is your comm broken, couldn't you hear me shouting?' )
sirona_fics: (hunky army smiling cap)
GUYS

GUYS

THANK YOU FOR THE DRAGONS. ♥♥♥ THEY ARE THE MOST ADORABLEST AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. :')))

Okay, that's... actually no, that's not all I wanted to say, I have two memes lined up that I've yet to find the time to fill, but ajhjfghfjdkghdfkhg I'm having a bit of trouble with human-to-human interaction right now that isn't over email. :( I'm reading everything, I just, it's a bit of a superhuman effort right now to comment, for IDK what reason. :(((

On the other hand, have finished two WIPs today -- the D/s story I flailed about at some length over here, and that follow-up to [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub's story, and [livejournal.com profile] delicatale and I are almost done with the Garage!AU, and tomorrow hopefully I should finish another WIP and maybe make a start on either puppy!fic for the Magical Transformation square on my Avengers Cliche bingo table or the Cap_IronMan RBB pic prompt I signed up for. IDK what I'll come up with! :D The D/s fic at least should be up in the next couple of days, once my darling [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn has had a chance to look it over.

Okay, and now I'm going to bed because I'm so fucking tired I just want to pass the fuck out.

...This has been a post. >.>;;
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: (clint/phil)
You guys, first of all I am STILL OVERWHELMED with all the vgifts from the past few days. I JUST CAN'T. I have no idea what I've done to deserve you lot BUT I HOPE I KEEP ON DOING IT. :'))))))) Thank you. Seriously. All of you, you can't even imagine how ridiculously giddy and humble they made me. I love you all. <33333

Secondly, I would like to officially announce that I have taken leave of my senses. Lost my sanity. Gone round the twist. And assorted other diagnoses. I am sitting here, at work, somehow in possession of NINE THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED WORDS OF A SEQUEL TO A FIC THAT [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub HASN'T EVEN FINISHED YET. YES, THAT'S RIGHT. NO, YOU DIDN'T READ WRONG. AND IT'S NOT DONE. OH, NO. THERE ARE MOAR WORDS AND MORE THINGS TO HAPPEN IN IT.

Phil Coulson and Clint Barton, YOU ARE LIFE RUINERS. LIFE. RUINERS. I HAVE AT LEAST FIVE OTHER FICS (INCLUDING A BIG BANG) THAT ARE MORE IMPORTANT/HAVE A HIGHER PRIORITY RATING THAN THIS/I HAVE BEEN WRITING AND PLANNING FOR LONGER. WHYFOR, BRAIN. /0\ /0\ /0\

Er. Apologies. Don't know when sanity might be recovered, although it needs to happen soon before people kill me for how late their stuff is. >.>;; ([livejournal.com profile] delicatale, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. :((( WE ARE STILL WRITING ALL THE WORDS EVER, AND I AM STILL GOING TO FINISH THE SINGER!CLINT AU SOMETIME SOON, I PROMISE. DDDDDD:)

...Having said that, I would like to make it known that THEY ARE SO IN LOVE THAT THEY ARE WARPING THE WORLD AROUND THEM UNTIL I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING ELSE FOR MILES. OH, GOD.

I had other things to say, but, uh, I checked the word counter in GDocs a moment ago and, well. This is what you're getting. Courtesy of overactive plot bunnies and my ridiculous brain. /0\ /0\
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. :(
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
For once, I know exactly whom to blame for this. Then again, perhaps not so much 'blame' as 'thank'? Er. Well, whatever, I don't care, it made my day vastly better. Door number two it is.

This is the filthy Clint/Phil dirty talk porn that happened yesterday, posted here by popular demand, for everyone who asked, you know who you are. The rest of you? Strollll on by if you prefer. I promise you won't be missing a thing.

...In my defence, I still don't know where the fuck these two came from, and how it is that I find myself completely bowled over by all their BAMFery, and their fucking faces and ajhfksdjfghsfdkjgh THEY ARE SO SMITTEN AND IN LOVE AND NOTHING WILL EVER CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, OKAY.

Like I said to [livejournal.com profile] cradle_song, THIS IS VERY VERY EXCEEDINGLY FILTHY OH MY GODDDD I ACTUALLY MADE MYSELF BLUSH WITH IT WHEN I WAS RE-READING SOME PARTS. IT'S BASICALLY CAPSLOCK VOMIT OF FILTHY DIRTY TALK. >.>;; So, be warned going in, and skip if you'd rather. Warning for semi-public sex and dirty talk -- a lot of both.

THIS HAS NO LITERARY MERIT WHATSOEVER. IT IS JUST STRAIGHT-UP PORN. AS SUCH IT IS EXTREMELY VERY NWS. )

ETA: Now with hilarious art by [personal profile] zoronoa. ALL TOO FEASIBLE, ME THINKS.
sirona_fics: (hunky army smiling cap)
I have spent the morning writing filthy, filthy Clint/Phil dirty talk porn for/with [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub (who encourages me in all the worst ways). So that was an eeeexcellent distraction, I AM JUST SAYING. >XDDDD And it appeased the strangely perky mood I woke up in rather nicely. ;P

And then I found THE SEXIEST COFFEE MACHINE EVER to feature in the piano-bar-singer!Clint/baker-coffee-shop-owner!Phil AU that I am writing. GUYS, I WANT IT. IT'S HUGE AND METAL AND CHROME AND A FUCKING MONSTER AND I WANT IT SO FUCKING BAD. *_______________*

...But now I am BORED. I have two hours to go until the end of my shift (before two glorious days off tomorrow, and until [livejournal.com profile] delicatale posts That Thing she's planning on posting (ETA: SHE HAS POSTED IT sfdhljkghsdgh YAY!!! THE CHRIS EVANS SILLY FACE'S FEST. LET US POST ALL HIS SILLY PUPPY FACES. <333333), I need a distraction that isn't WRITING ALL THE DIRTY TALK PORN IN THE WORLD, GOD. So.


THE "TURN-ON"/"TURN-OFF" MEME


Ask me things and I'll tell you if they're a turn-on or a turn-off for me, possibly probably with visual aids, a.k.a. PICSPAM.

I'll start. This photoshoot or Fem!Sherlock is possibly one of THE HOTTEST THINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN, FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. O_____________O

All right. Door's open -- come on in, pull up a chair, pick your poison, settle the hell down for the evening/afternoon/the time of day you fancy. <333
sirona_fics: (throw him in the shark tank)
I am having A BAD DAY. A fucked-up, BAD day. The kind of day that you need a list of things that keep you going. >X/ Here's mine.

1. THIS THREAD. Literally the only thing that has kept me going, up until a few minutes ago. *sobs on [personal profile] somehowunbroken's shoulder*

2. David Gilmour, a.k.a. That Guy from Pink Floyd, and his album, On An Island. If you have ever liked Pink Floyd's slower, chilled, guitar-led music (a la Wish You Were Here and Comfortably Numb), I cannot recommed this album enough.

3. A nice hot cup of tea. FINALLY. IT'S ONLY TAKEN ME 10 HOURS TO GET ONE.

4. Decent, cheerful patients. Very, very rare breed of animal, but, just, thanks, guys. You probably have no idea how much a smile and a 'thank you' and a kind, understanding tone of voice means to this harried, up-to-her-neck-in-paperwork admin.

5. You guys, for all the wonderfully distracting emails. <33333

5. JEREMY RENNER'S FACE. Okay, let's face it, it was going to be up there. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn, for reminding me of the hitherto untapped healing powers of THAT FACE.

I MEAN, REALLY )

SPAM ME WITH PRETTY PICS, PEEPS. PLEASE. ANYTHING. A PRETTY FLOWER. A NICE SUNRISE. THE OCEAN. CHRIS EVANS. THE CURVE OF A SHOULDER. THE LINE OF A BEAUTIFUL NECK. BENEDICT MF CUMBERBATCH. THAT WOULD BE THE MOST AMAZEBALLS THING. :'))))))))))))))
sirona_fics: (Default)
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? )
sirona_fics: (Default)
Here is the promised Pepper/Phil ficlet! :D I have a feeling this just might turn into a proper series. I have... thoughts about further stories. Er. I don't even know what comm to post this to, if any. Enjoy?


Title: Of books and their covers
Pairing: pre-Pepper/Phil
Rating: PG
Word count: ~1,400
Summary: When Agent Coulson said "We'll be in touch," this is not what Pepper expected to happen. In which there is a dinner invitation issued and accepted.
Notes: No crustaceans were harmed in the writing of this fic. Also, this is all [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn's fault, aided and abetted by [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken and [livejournal.com profile] delicatale. SHAMELESS ENABLERS, THE LOT OF THEM. ♥


Competency kink this-a-way )
sirona_fics: (plot? what plot?)
...Fuck it, I'm downloading Grimm, even though I need another TV show like I need a bullet in my brainpan. I have been convinced. Spent an hour last night waxing lyrical to a family friend (with whome we share quite a bunch of TV shows, he's such a fanboy despite being my parents' age :D) about Sherlock and how bleedin' incredible all the acting and Martin Freeman and everyone and Molly and JOHN and BC and Lestrade and Mycroft and JOHN were, and as a result he's plenty excited to watch it now! :D

THE BAMFEST BAMF WHO EVER BAMFED )

WATSON, MARRY ME. ♥___________♥

I also have White Collar 3x11 on my laptop, and I'm prepared for ALLLL THE OT3 FEELS again. <33333 Show, I have missed you so.

Was rudely awakened at half nine this morning by my nephew, whom I then had to coax to sleep again. If you've never had to convince a cranky nine-month-old that yes, he really does want to go to sleep, you have no idea of the tricks I had to employ. I cycled through the widest diversity of bands until I hit on The Beatles' Here Comes the Sun and he finally relented. Upon which I fetched Rivers of London (which continues to be in every way delightful, I am totally ordering part two as we speak), and spent a happy forty-five mins lazing in bed next to him.

Then he woke up, and I could make myself the best cup of coffee in the entire world. A couple days ago my beloved [livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko's Christmas present arrived -- she had sent me (amongst other things) a pack of Ka'u coffee beans. IT IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I HAVE EVER TASTED. Darling, I'm sold, hook, line and sinker. <3333333333 jhgfhjfhslkfjghfdk you guys, you have no idea how delicious that thing is. It tastes of sunshine and living things and lush green valleys. I am going to smack anyone who wants to steal some of my stash so hard. Even baby Nicky approved; he wouldn't let go of the pack, and was totally going after my mug before I whisked it away. :DD

Anyway. Feeling much better today. Certainly a vast amount less fragile, despite the early wake-up call. Also, words happened last night!! \0/ \0/ For which I totally blame my enablers. XD The singer!Clint story has a complete first scene now, at 2,500 words! :D And [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn has been invaluable, with her smart, delicious ideas, and badass googlefu, and much-needed support, and just plain being wonderful. ...As a result of which I also have just over 1,000 words of a Pepper/Phil thingie? Those of you who listened to me yammer on about them and told me it was THE BEST IDEA AND NOT MAD AT ALL are also to blame. :DDD I'm... pretty pleased with what I wrote, but words were still being conniving bastards, and I think it needs a wee bit of work -- it read a bit clumsy last night. Could just be me beeing a moody bitch, of course. But it shall be up soon! AND THEN [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn IS GOING TO WRITE THE NEXT PART AND SO ON AND SO FORTH AND IT IS GOING TO BE DELICIOUS. \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/ Simple, innocent (for now, because I have plans for the two of them, ho yus) fun writing, OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU. :') Also it's been I don't even know how long since I've written anything het -- no pairing has really grabbed me, for so long, and this is going to be a wonderfully useful exercise! <3

So yes. Words! White Collar! Rivers of London! Amazeballs space ficlets from [livejournal.com profile] delicatale! The start of an EPIC POST-TRF FIX-IT FIC from [livejournal.com profile] irisbleufic!! Pretty damn good going all round, me thinks. :D And now I'm going to faff about all day, I imagine. I'm not planning anything -- just see where the day takes me. I'm sorely in need of just such a no-pressure-do-whatever day. <3 First day in a while when I've been excited rather than frustrated about writing! I might work on shit! I might watch telly! I might read! DAY-OFF GOODNESS, COME TO ME. <3333
sirona_fics: (never leave me)
Listening to [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken's Clint mix, I'm in a New York state of mind, and I want to write that singer!Clint thing I got going so fucking bad I'm aching with it. :((( Happily, today is supposed to be my last shift for a few days (we'll see what happens), so I ought to have the rest of the week off. Once I've slept properly, and not so fucking stressed out I'm practically vibrating, I might be able to get somewhere at last. All the stories I got going are clamouring right now -- that one, X-Pride II, the Love Actually AU. PLEASE, BRAIN, GIVE ME A BREAK ALREADY. :(

Since my brain is torturing me, I'm going to torture you some. Because I'm all about sharing. XP The WIP meme: here's a snippet each from the two fics on my mind right now.

Piano-bar-singer!Clint/all-night-cafe-owner-and-baker!Phil )

Domestic Regency Marriage Fluff, a.k.a. X-Pride II )

Aaaanyway. Now that we have all (mostly) recovered from TRF, and undoubtedly want ALLLLL THE SHERLOCK/JOHN REUNION FICS, might I recommend one for your attention?

Stand alone among the wreck by [livejournal.com profile] giddygeek
--The carnival ends, eventually.

Ugh, this fic took my heart and ripped it apart and remade it all the better. Highly recommended.

Also, on a related note, in case some of you still haven't read the masterpiece that is this fic, I heartily encourage you to hightail it over there immediately--

Jack-in-the-Box by esteefee
--After Holmes returns there are recriminations. And then changes, subtle and insidious. There may even be a plot afoot. If only Holmes were more of a detective. Richie!Holmes universe.

One of the most astoundingly scorching things I have ever read, that somehow manages to also be one of the sweetest, kindest fics out there, too. Forever adored. <33333

This... was supposed to be a Day Fifteen of the Snowflake Challenge entry. Oh, well. Distraction is the name of the game today. I'm weary enough to have made myself a playlist named 'tired' full of achy, melantcholic songs, because that's the kind of mood I'm in. :( In fact, this matches my mood exactly (on the Clint mix I mentioned at the start).

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
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
This is my own haul from Day Nine -- a glorious, beautiful picture of Raven from this story! ashfjkldghdfjkgh I CANNOT CONTAIN MY GLEE AND HEARTSEYES. It is PERFECTION.

Now to pay it forward.

Day 9

In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.


So a while back, there was that meme going around, where you pick a character and I tell you three pieces of my personal head canon. And when [livejournal.com profile] futureperfect did it, I asked for Phil Coulson (for, well, REASONS. >.>;;) This is part of what she said:

2. If Coulson had any kind of spare time (which he doesn't, but if he did) he's probably have a hobby that involves being nowhere near juiced up super heroes and very very very very very much by himself. Like fishing. Or cross-stitch. Or scale models.

(4. He's a stress smoker. He's trying to give up. It's not easy because his life = stress.)


Upon which I pounced immediately, because, I MEAN. *___________*

To cut a long story short, she's been having a rough couple of days, and in her Day Seven of the meme, she asked for some fanfic. I... guess this might not be what you had in mind, darling, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! <3 BECAUSE, WELL, PLOT BUNNIES. >.>;;


Title: Babysitting is a calling, not a 9 to 5
Characters/Pairings: Phil Coulson, ensemble Avengers, Clint/Phil (implied)
Rating: PG-13 for language/themes
Length: ~1,500
Summary: In which Phil takes a well-deserved vacation to a far-away, peaceful retreat, and he's fine, damn it.


He has books, he has his cross-stitch project to keep himself occupied, and there are no phones or computers or wi-fi anywhere in the vicinity. See? He's going to be just fine. )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Having spammed [livejournal.com profile] delicatale with these in a series of increasingly flailtastic emails, I THINK EVERYONE OUGHT TO FEAST THEIR EYES UPON THEM. Let's end the year with a bang.

First up: JEREMY RENNER. BECAUSE THERE SHOULD ALWAYS BE MORE JEREMY RENNER.



JEREMY RENNER + CARS. THIS CAN'T REALLY GET ANY BETTER.

Also there is this SPECTACULAR piece of art by Odora over at dA:


A-team
by *Odora on deviantART

I. CANNOT. STOP. STARING. THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING. *_____________* Can I just say, CLINT'S POSE. *fluttering hearts EVERYWHERE*

And speaking of things I can't stop staring at -- [livejournal.com profile] zoronoa DREW PHIL AND CLINT FOR [livejournal.com profile] delicatale AND I. I AM ALL FLAILY AND TWITTERPATTERED WITH GLEE, BECAUSE JUST LOOK AT THEMMMMM. AJKHFJLFKGHLJFDG PHIIIIIIILLLLLL WITH THE TINY CRINKLES AROUND HIS EYES AND THE LINES AROUND HIS MOUTH AND JFHFJDDJHDG MAN OF MY HEART. ♥♥♥ THEY ARE SUCH BOYFRIENDSSSSSS. <3 You should all go stare at it and give [livejournal.com profile] zoronoa alllll the love!

For all those who get starry-eyed and wet-pantied (it's a word if I say it is, damn it) at the thought/sight of Tom Hiddleston, THIS WILL BE EXTREMELY RELEVANT TO YOUR INTERESTS. Hell, I don't find him all that attractive and even I'm all HHHHHNNNNNGGGGG over it. FOREHEAD WRINKLES + STUBBLE + TOOTHPICK + LEATHER JACKET. MMMMMMMMMMMMM.

In other news, slept extremely poorly last night, and today I am all djhfdjshldfhg WHAT IS BRAIN at work. Happily, it appears that I'll be finishing earlier than anticipated. \0/ \0/ Let's see if words want to make sense for me in the meantime! :D They appear to be working so far..... ROLL ON CHARLES WITH PUPPY.

....If I can bloody stop thinking about this idea [livejournal.com profile] delicatale and I discussed that I write for her, for the auction piece I owe her, where Phil owns and works the night shifts at an all-night cafe, and also BAKES ALLLL THE THINGS. And Clint is a piano bar singer who comes in to unwind two or three nights a week, in the small hours, when there's hardly anyone in but him and Phil and some die-hard insomniac writers, and they get to talking, and Phil bakes for him and talks him down and is basically the Phil Coulson we all know and love, and Clint is cranky and snarky and exhausted yet too wired to go to sleep, and they end up chatting about ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE. /sap SO YES. THERE IS THAT. ER. >.> I HAVE TO SAY ALL THIS PRETTY ISN'T HELPING ME STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS PIECE OF SILLINESS.

Lastly: a lovely, lovely song to send the year off in style! :) Thank you, [personal profile] sheafrotherdon, for linking it! :) In conclusion: DIMPLESSSS. <3

sirona_fics: (hunky army smiling cap)
Okay so totally spamming you again, BUT. I have just read this story, and it is just. It has made me so, so happy. I mean, I could post my entire comment to the author, which is basically HEARTS IN EYES LIKE WHOA, and waxing lyrical about content and style and visuality, but I think you ought to just read it yourselves.

Cold Making Warmth by Anonymouse.
Steve settles upon the few things he knows for sure: that the days are short, and it's cold, and he doesn't mind looking dumb for making the effort. So screw the protocol, whether it exists or not – he's giving gifts.

BEAUTIFUL. SO. BEAUTIFUL.

Not to mention that this story has given me THE MOST RABID PLOT BUNNY. [SPOILER] for the Coulson arc in the fic )
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: (bucky nnnnggghhh)
And also the fault of this pic:



And then... well, and then there was possibly-Art-School-AU-'verse STEVE/BUCKY COMMENT-NOT!FIC SUITPORN AND ALSO JUST PLAIN PORN. THE THINGS HE DOES TO ME, FOR SERIOUS. Warning for copious amounts of CAPSLOCK and overexcited incoherence and pics of men in suits. If that can even count as a warning rather than enticement. And also I should say that it's probably NWS, at least the last part, oh god.

All right. Okay. Now to finish the Coffee Shop AU already.
sirona_fics: (Default)
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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