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: (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.
sirona_fics: (what is this I don't even)
No, you guys, look, you know what? This isn't even my fandom, or my pairing (except very occasionally and without much intent other than something mindless and pretty and Star Trek (2009), OKAY), BUT.

NO, SERIOUSLY. THIS. THIS THING.

Linking you to a post, which, hysterical giggling is what is coming out of my mouth at this point in time.

REMEMBER WHEN SOMEONE EDITED THE STAR TREK AUDIOBOOK TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE ZACHARY QUINTO WAS NARRATING KIRK/SPOCK PORN

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN. SEVERELY NWS, AND NOT JUST BECAUSE OF THE CONTENT -- RATHER, THE WAY YOU MIGHT FALL OUT OF YOUR CHAIR, DEMENTED, DISBELIEVING LAUGHTER SPEWING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

...It really is a VERY good cut. :D :D :D

In other news my voice has started coming back after copious amounts of tea (woke up to find it completely gone this morning), but I still feel like shit. Preparing to unload Love, Actually onto the screen. AND TAKE NOTES. I <3 RESEARCH. :D GUYS, [livejournal.com profile] delicatale MADE A COLOUR-CODED SPREADSHEET WITH ALL THE PLOT STRANDS. IT IS GLORIOUS. SHE IS MY HERO.

Also I have to tell you that [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken continues in her quest of GIVING ME ALL THE PLOT BUNNIES EVER. Starting with-- an Art School AU where Bucky is the rockstar-rebel art student and Steve is his shy-yet-ridiculously-talented classmate with the hugest crush on that gorgeous BAMF, who doesn't know how to talk to him, but ends up finding out when Bucky helps him out with some bullies that Bucky is THE FRIENDLIEST GUY HE'S EVER MET, until you threaten one of his friends and he goes Winter Soldier on your arse. And then Steve goes on, IDK, a holiday to Europe for like three months (as a reward after graduating from art school), to stay with his mom's relatives in Ireland and he comes back LOOKING LIKE THAT. AND THEN THERE IS PINING AND UST AND GETTING TOGETHER AND ALL THE MAKING OUT. OH GOD, NO. I JUST. THE TIME, I DON'T HAVE IT. --And continuing with the brand-spanking-new [livejournal.com profile] avengers_tables comm, WHICH IS NOT HELPING THE CASE OF SEVERE PLOT BUNNIES ATTACKS, OR MY SELF-CONTROL ISSUES. /0\ /0\ MY FLIST, FULL OF THE MOST DREADFUL ENABLERS EVER.

...Oh god, SOMEONE TAKE THE INTERNET AWAY FROM ME.
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
I've spent all day wrangling an ill baby Nicky, and I am now exhausted. I'm gonna go to bed in a bit, but first I wanted to share a conversation [livejournal.com profile] delicatale and I had over the past couple days, because, well. Let's just say WE'VE DONE IT AGAIN. Basically it went something like this:

[livejournal.com profile] delicatale: OMG Clint/Phil, we need ALL THE TROPES, like puppy fic and kid!fic and coffee shop au.
[livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs: FHJFHFJGH COFFEE SHOP AU.
[livejournal.com profile] delicatale: YES.
[livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs: Have you too been feeling the co-writing bugs bite? BECAUSE I KNOW I HAVE.
[livejournal.com profile] delicatale: WE SHOULD TOTALLY.
[livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs: BUT BUT BUT PUPPY FIIIIC, I NEED IT IN MY LIIIIFE, YOU WILL BE GLORIOUS. LET'S DO IT AFTER YOU WRITE IT.
[livejournal.com profile] delicatale: BUT BUT BUT COFFEE SHOP AUUUUU I REALLY WANT TO WRITE IT NAO. :')
[livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs: ...FUCK IT, LET'S DO IT. \0/ \0/

And so you're looking at about 5,500 words of said Coffee Shop AU sitting pretty in a GDoc overnight until we get to writing some moar tomorrow. YOU GUYS, THE FUN, IT IS EPIC. Also writing with [livejournal.com profile] delicatale is ALWAYS A DELIGHT, I swear, ALL THE BEST THINGS IN THIS SO FAR ARE HERS. <3<3<3 SO MANY FEEEEELINGS, GOD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I'M HANDLING ALL OF THEM. :')

...Those two, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, NO LIE, THEY ARE RIDICULOUS BOYS IN LOVE. <3 This is going to be utterly trope-tastic and I LOVE IT. :D :D It's so awesome, finding a pairing early enough that most tropes are still up for grabs, writing-wise! \0/ \0/

Anyway, oh god, I have an Arthur/Eames fic to edit before sending it out to my SuperBeta tonight. Luckily, it's fairly short -- about six and a half K. Once more unto the breach, et cetera, et cetera.

The Avengers Friending Meme is still ongoing! :D If you're wondering whether to play, there's only one answer to that, really: DOOOOO IIIITTTT. Come make new friends! \0/

ALSO ALSO SHERLOCK BBC'S NEW SEASON WILL AIR ON JANUARY 1ST. I FEEL A PARTY POST COMING ON. \0/ \0/ \0/
sirona_fics: (canton <3)
Okay okay so, uh. I have had this thought and now I CANNOT UNSEE IT.

Ready?

SON OF COUL IS IN FACT SON OF CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III (ADOPTED).

Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry, [livejournal.com profile] pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.

So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.

Canton can't let him go.

So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
sirona_fics: (wtf james)
If someone could please explain to me why I have spent the last THREE AND A HALF HOURS drawing Erik and Charles' Pemberley layout by hand, from scratch, using pencil and ruler and everything, I should be much obliged.

The notes for this thing have hit 1,500 words. JUST THE NOTES. The thing itself is now over 20K and we haven't even gotten our teeth into the main plotline yet.

This story is going to steal my sanity, isn't it.

Anyway, for those that are curious -- this is the ground floor of Pemberley, Charles/Erik-style. )
sirona_fics: (danno wants you steve)
So VH1 is playing Bon Jovi's Please Come Home For Christmas, and I'm struck all over again by how fucking hot the young Jon Bon Jovi is. I say again, because I used to have the worst crush on him as a teenager, seriously, I used to have all his/their albums, knew (still do, in fact) all the lyrics, god, I was obsessed. It's one of the reasons I love Danny so much -- in their very first music cargument with Steve Jonathan Bon Jovi was the first thing Danny said.

So of course this got me to thinking. And you just know younger Danny crushed on JBJ so hard, I mean, the man was nnnnnngh fit as fuck (still is, but let's focus on the young JBJ right now), and I am certain Danny went to see him live and was all jafjghjghflgsjhg WOW and starry-eyed and uncomfortable in the pants deaprtment and all that, as it should be. I mean. That mouth, JFC.

And now I want Steve finding out about that somehow -- maybe he sees Danny perving over a video of that someone's playing as a Christmas-spirit kind of thing, and Danny's all *______* nnnngh. And then Steve rips the piss out of him.

And while we're at it, I got a couple candy canes the other day, and fuck, I'd forgotten what eating one entailed, AND NOW I WANT DANNY CATCHING STEVE EATING ONE AND ALMOST PASSING OUT AS ALL THE BLOOD FROM HIS HEAD HEADS SOUTH.

Basically the closer we get to Christmas, THE MOAR I WANT ALL THE CHRISTMAS CLICHES. Should we maybe have a H50 Christmas Trope fest? What do you guys think? It would make me pretty darn happy, I won't lie. :D :D :D

Thus, a poll! )

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] andrealyn seems to have infected me with her Steve/Danny You've Got Mail idea AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT GAH. It would be epistolary-type, made up of emails and text messages and it would be Steve/Danny and ensamble. AND I SHOULD STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TO WRITE THE FAKE HUSBANDS AU. /0\
sirona_fics: (charles/erik regency)
I've just finished watching Little Women (for at least the 65th time), and now I have a dreadful craving for a Charles/Erik fic where Charles is Jo (which, come on, it is so obvious) and Erik is Friedrich (which is even more so). IDEK anymore. But the plucky optimistic sunny writer and the taciturn yet fond and loving German professor -- MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN WESTCHESTER. GAH I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE PLOT BUNNIES EVER OH MY GOD.

I saw this amazing video today, which makes a most excellent case for BBC Sherlock taking its narrative tropes from Jane Eyre. Basically Sherlock/John = Rochester/Jane. It's also intercut with the trailer for Jane Eyre (which, Fassy!! ♥). You can watch it here! It's a lot of fun! :D

Also, I watched Clash of the Titans (2010) yesterday (which -- so dreadful, oh my god), and I'm shipping Draco/Perseus LIKE BURNING, WHY BRAIN. But just think -- the older, more experienced, unimpressed warrior and the younger, more innocent, in need of guidance champion. OH MY GOD. ♥_______♥ Also, that leather armour with the pleats can be so easily lifted and trousers and pants pushed out of the way... Ahem. >.> Ease of access, is all I'm saying. IT'S HOT IN MY HEAD, OKAY.

How is everyone's day being?
sirona_fics: (carpe brewski leeloo)
Tired. Discouraged. Mentally exhausted. Work may yet kill me. I haven't been able to write so much as a word for the past week-odd, and that's taking its toll, too -- I want to write. I am desperate to write. But I'm too tired to make the words work, and I can't, and it's killing me. I am pretty hopeful about the weekend, but if I'm still feeling this exhausted, I may just cry.

On the plus side:

Sign-ups are open for [livejournal.com profile] h50_exchange!
This fic exchange is open all pairings, ratings, and characters.

H50 Exchange

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Sign-ups: August 11 - 21 (or when we reach 30 participants)
Submissions due: October 14
Posting begins: October 28

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I have signed up for this! \0/ I AM PRETTY EXCITE ABOUT THAT. It's been ages since I was part of an exchange, and I had an absolute blast when I did the last one, so I am proper chuffed!

Also, I am a bona fide [livejournal.com profile] carpebrewski pledge now! \0/ \0/ \0/ My pledge name, hilariously enough, is Leeloo. I AM KIND OF IN LOVE WITH THAT. Small, badarse, goes from 0 to 100 when pissed off. WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE? YOU GUYS, THIS FANDOM, I CANNOT STAY AWAY.

Oh, &fandom;. Saving my sanity one day at a time.

Also, I got three utterly fantastic fanmixes out of [livejournal.com profile] lemniciate's Mixtape Exchange! I AM THRILLED WITH THE AMAZING MUSIC OUT THERE. There are some absolutely brilliant mixes out there, INCLUDING THE ONES I GOT.

There is Strange Powers, which is a Charles/Erik no divorce, happy ending AU, and it is fabulous. And there are two other mixes here, which are two amazeballs Darcy/Lizzy modern day mixes THAT I ADORE. YUMMY MUSIC FOR ME, YES PLEASE. <3<3<3 I'm posting my fanmix on Sunday! I can hardly wait! :D

Also, the holiday is on! \0/ Seven days in sunny August, far, far away from the madding crowd. It's all I could ask for. /relieved
sirona_fics: (Default)
Another poll! This time to decide what me and [livejournal.com profile] delicatale should write next, the HP fusion or the Fast and Furious-inspired double agents spy fic! We're... er. Likely to write both, of course, knowing us. >.>;; But just think about it! Steve the Gryffindor DADA professor who is also an undercover Auror! Danny the head of Hufflepuff house! And Danny the FBI agent and Steve the racer! AMAZEBALLS EVERYWHERE!! Hou could we possibly pass on either of that??

In other news, next part of Hand in hand is posted! Part Three! And just in time for Inception Fandom's birthday, too! \0/ I can't believe it's been a whole year already, and what a year it's been! :D All these amazing people I've met, I am just the luckiest girl! I ♥ you all so much!

Slept for twelve and a half hours last night, and now my brain wants to do ALLLL THE THINGS. It's still hideously hot over here; I am swimming in my own sauce. D: Baby Nicky is stark naked but for a nappy, sprawled on the couch, playing with a stuffed dog. HE IS THE MOST ADORABLEST. *_____*

We are very likely to finish the Bakery AU today, aided and abetted by [livejournal.com profile] imaginarycircus's coffee, of which there's still about half a pack! \0/

What else, what else... Almost done with my mixtape exchange! :D I am making a mix of songs, half of which Charles plays for tiny bb mutants that should not fight at all, and the other half of which Erik plays for growing mutant soldiers, why can't you see that, Charles? It was all my brain was good for yesterday. D: It is such a great idea, though!

I am... thinking about my next fic. I'm gonna watch The Lake House in the next couple days, and then consider which fic to start first, that one or the fake marriage one. I guess I'll wait and see which one whacks me over the head first.

I leave you with this: Alex and Scotty being boyfriends )


EDIT: Bakery AU. Done at 43,341. TELL ME THIS ISN'T FATE AT WORK.
sirona_fics: (Default)
Oh god, the heat, it is unbearable already. There's code yellow and orange for the country, I've barely been able to sleep, and even the thinnest cotton dress is too damn much. Ugh, I'm terribly irritable, but that might be because I'm still on my first cup of coffee as much as the heat. Baby Nicky is naked but for a nappy and he's still like a little stove, he's so warm. I HATE SUMMER. Or, more accurately, I hate summer when it's THIS FUCKING HOT. The forecast is 36 C in the shade. D:

Anyway. Progress has been made!! Hand in hand is the only way to land, part two has been posted, with no less than three gorgeous pieces of art! :D SO CUTE, OH MY GOD. <333 I have SO MANY HEARTS for this story that I've had to borrow from zombies.

The Pride & Prejudice Charles/Erik thing is DONE!! :DDD Does anyone fancy giving it a second (third) look? [livejournal.com profile] zarah5 has already been over it once, and I've re-read and edited it, too, so it should be pretty solid, but another pair of eyes never hurts! If anyone would be so kind as to volunteer, that would be amazing. <3

We're making really good progress on the Bakery AU, too! :D Yesterday's wordcount is as follows:

BAKERY AU PROGRESS BAR

16604 / 40000


I imagine that we'll hit 20K at least today! \0/ I'm diving straight in once I've posted this! Moar writing today! :D Yesterday was wonderfully productive, and I hope today will be also! :D Although one of my cousins and his wife are passing through town, so I shall have to be social for lunch. DNW. :/

Oh god, gave myself a plot bunny the other day, WHY BRAIN WHY must you torture me so??? Basically, it went like this. [livejournal.com profile] andrealyn asked me what Arthur/Eames AU I wanted to read most, and I got to thinking, because as you all know, AUs are kind of my thing. BUT THEN. My brain decided it might be a good idea to work, which, no. BRAIN, IT IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA TO WORK. D: And so this happened:

>>Oh, oh, here's one! Tennis player AU! :D Arthur is the star American player at Wimbledon, and Eames is the British player that acts like a slob and like he doesn't care, but really he's incredibly driven and trains like 8 hours a day. And there shall be prejudice and misunderstandings and EPIC SMOOCHY LOVE. <333 Can't imagine why I haven't thought of it before! *gleeface*<<

BRAIN, NO LOVE. D: Because now I may have to actually write it. Oh Jesus. DDD:
sirona_fics: (Default)
BAKERY AU PROGRESS BAR

5045 / 40000



I AM LOVING THIS STORY SO MUCH ALREADY. <333


As for the X-men Pride & Prejudice beast with three heads -- 13,000 words and just over half-way done.

...OH DEAR. *facepalm*
sirona_fics: (goats' eyebrows)
So this is my obligatory WIMBLEDON OMG SQUEE post. YOU GUYS, DJOKOVIC VS TSONGA YESTERDAY. It was unbelievable. The fourth set was some of the most intense tennis I have seen for quite some time. Incredible. Seriously, those two, Tsonga fought like a fucking tiger, but he just does not have Djokovic's stamina and experience yet. He's one to watch, though. STARS IN MY EYES FOR THAT MATCH, FOR REAL.

In other news, I've... er. I have somehow found myself with 1,600 words of an X-Men: First Class Charles/Erik Pride & Prejudice AU. IT IS ALL [livejournal.com profile] zarah5'S FAULT. THIS IS NOT GOOD. I AM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING THE ARTHUR/EAMES P&P REWORK. But I rather think I shall write both? The characterisation is actually quite different in the two versions, because Arthur/Eames really isn't anything like Charles/Erik. OH MY GOD I SWORE I WOULD NOT GET INTO THAT FANDOM. WHAT. /0\

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] red_rahl and I have posted the first part of our collaboration! For petstore owner!Arthur, with bonus tiny turtle, go here: Hand in hand is the only way to land. As before, I shall post it here in good time. Part two is almost half-way done!

I intend to WRITE MY HEART OUT today; I shall add a good chunk to the bakery AU, which we have started! \0/ And maybe finish the second part of Hand in hand, and maybe do a proper outline for the Arthur/Eames P&P thing, AND, if I absolutely CANNOT avoid it, write moar Erik as Mr Darcy and Charles as Elizabeth. OH GOD. It's just, that's what's coming right now like a freight train. WOE.

And to round this random post off, have an instarec: Worth, by [livejournal.com profile] climb. An angsty, GNeil-y, happy-ending-in-its-own-way masterpiece. Honestly, I had to mop up overspilling tears by the end, but I am in awe of the sheer creativity of the writer. Absolutely stunning story, beautifully styled (you know how I love my technical aspects of writing), truly amazing in its inventiveness. Stars in eyes like whoa. You guys, I urge you to give it a try.

Hope everyone's having a lovely chilled weekend! ♥
sirona_fics: (Default)


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[livejournal.com profile] delicatale, you are hereby banned from tempting me with any more fic ideas Actually, I can't even say that with a straight face. /facepalm/ WHY DO I FAIL SO HARD AT RESISTING DELICIOUS TEMPTATION, WHY.

On the plus side: BAKERY AU, HERE WE COME!!! Remember how I was talking about wanting to write ALL THE FLUFFY ROM-COMS? YEAH. >.>
sirona_fics: (team romance)


WHY DID NOBODY STOP ME, OH MY GOD.

On the plus side: BOYS IN LOVE FOREVERRRRRR. ♥________♥ ALL THE FLUFFY LOVE, YOU GUYS, I WANT TO WRITE ALLLLLL OF IT.
sirona_fics: (danny salutes)
So... I broke my own rules? IT'S ALL H50'S FAULT. Before I knew about Steve and Danny, I never even contemplated writing PWPs (which I've bitched about at length), but, well -- it's Steve. And Danny. And I would (and will) write ALL THE WORDS about those two, quite shamelessly.

If I'm a little incoherent, it's because it's two am and I really should go to bed very soon indeed. I'm feeling all kinds of mellow tonight -- I've had the most fantastic conversation with [livejournal.com profile] quoththewriter, who is made of sunshine and rainbows, and whose fault it is that this thing is cleaned up and I'm actually going to post it at all, because she is An Enabler. ♥ I've also been re-reading the beyond gorgeous Let's Dance Like We Used To by [livejournal.com profile] andrealyn, and now I'm all ready to snuggle under the sheets. The only thing I'm missing is a Steve, but I guess Danno don't share.

Tomorrow I will talk about all my awesome auction winners, and fics, and plot bunnies that are getting out of hand, and how last night I dreamt that Steve was trying to find ice lollies in the shape of hippos to woo Danny with, because everyone likes hippos, right? WTF BRAIN.

So, anyway: this way to the filthy, dirty smut! What is it about, you ask? WELL. Danny calls Steve 'Sir' in the heat of the moment, and Steve... Hmmm. Let's just say he's well pleased, and leave it at that, shall we?

Oh so very NC-17 )
sirona_fics: (plot bunnies)
SO. Can I just say HOW MUCH I hate those pesky buggers at present? Seriously. I have one story to finish for Saturday that's nowhere at the moment, and I have, HAVE to start working on writing up my findings for my dissertation, since my advisor wants a first draft done by the end of the month.

What do I do instead? Procrastinate, that's what. That, and getting plot bunnies LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS.

There's two of 'em at present that are trying to eat my brain. One is an Arthur/Eames one, and one is, unsurprisingly, a Steve/Danny one. Even more unsurprisingly, BOTH are AUs.

1. Arthur/Eames Arthur is a soldier in the Army, somewhere in the Middle East. He's a voratious reader, always has been, and books are at present the only thing keeping him sane. He keeps skipping over to the British base, where every week without fail they get sent a package of donated books. The variety is staggering, and the way they make Arthur feel is beyond anything he is prepared for. There are also letters, tucked away into some of the books, about strange little everyday things that make him smile and keep him warm at night. They are all signed with, 'Love, E.' Arthur is getting obsessed with finding this E., and telling him how much their kindness has meant to him. His tour ends, and soon after he finds himself in London. He tracks the return address on the packages to this tiny hidden-away Oxfam shop in Bloomsbury; when he finally gathers his courage and goes in, he finds this muscled, tattooed stranger with laughing eyes and a generous mouth that does certain terrible things to Arthur's insides. I think you can see where this is going, y/y?

2. Steve/Danny This is going to be a particularly juicy proposition for [livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko, I can tell already. Here's the premise -- Steve McGarrett is Batman A Superhero. Danny Williams is his long-suffering BAMF butler. There's this whole thing in my head where Danny went to BAMF Butler school, and got taught proper procedure and Applied Superhero Psychology, and then he gets assigned to John McGarrett, who unfortunately gets killed; and then his son turns up, and all hell breaks loose in Danny's ordered little world. And then he has to save Steve from himself even as Steve saves the city from bad guys, and show him he isn't all alone anymore. And naturally there's Kono and Chin and Mary and EVERYONE.

I WANT TO WRITE BOTH OF THESE LIKE BURNINGGGGG WHAT IS MY LIFE. AND DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW WHEN I HAVE A DISSERTATION AND A BIG BANG TO WRITE, FML SO MUCH.
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