sirona_fics: (let's poke it with a stick)
Roses have been planted, and the table and chairs have been reinstated on the terrace. :D Good day so far.

I have survived my first few days of twitter and tumblr immersion! \0/ \0/ *relieved face* It's so much fun, though, I'm surprised I resisted for so long. BUT IT IS SERIOUSLY TIME-EATING, which when you're doing a 12hr shift by yourself is A BLESSING, but not so much when you're actually supposed to do work and stuff. D: I was meant to be doing edits on our avengers_bang rough draft, but shocking no one, I am nowhere right now. And it's Sunday, and I need a break, so today it isn't happening either. >.>;; I'll have to do better than that. :( Tomorrow it's coffee shop + laptop time, I feel. THERE IS JUST SO MUCH PRETTY TO LOOK AT. *______* Today there has been A LOT of bookshelf porn that has made me all warm and fuzzy. There was also this:



...WHICH IS THE FIRST THING I AM BUYING FOR MY FLAT WHEN IT'S FINALLY MOVING TIME. *______________* THE ONLY THING I WILL EVER NEED, SERIOUSLY. I WANTS IT, PRECIOUS. I WOULD NEVER MOVE IF I HAD THIS IN MY LIVING ROOM. WOULDN'T NEED A BEDROOM EITHER.

And then, of course, there's Jeremy Renner. ALL OF JEREMY RENNER (link a bit NWS). Here's a little something to illustrate:



BECAUSE I MEAN. *________*

There was also suit porn. IN OTHER WORDS, TUMBLR IS FULL OF THINGS THAT ARE RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.

Okay, things other than tumblr. Guys, I would LOVE to talk about this. There are other sci fi geeks here, aren't there? (I'm... not the only one, right? D:) This is something Fassy said (about his character) in an interview on Prometheus (not at all spoilery for the film, but just in case, I don't want to spoil anyone )
sirona_fics: (Default)
@sirona_gs

Yeah.

You guys, I don't know how Twitter works. 140 characters is NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH. Um. Tell me who you are so I can follow you, please? :D? And can people please, please explain to me the @ and # deals? Ugh, it's been years since I've been such a noob. :((

This would never have happened if it wasn't for the Avengers fandom. All these years, I have resisted. *sigh* Now all I need is a Tumblr and my free time (and probably sanity) will be done for. *sigh*

...Actually, you know what? I might as well get it over with. It's going to happen sooner or later anyway. /0\

sirona_gs @ Tumblr

...I don't know how Tumblr works, either? There goes my sanity. Spam me with Tumblrs I should be following, and yours, so I can add you? :D?

Bleeding hell. I feel like I have somehow lost my innocence. >.>;;
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: (Default)
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/phil)
So I was trawling through teh internets looking for inspiration to spam [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub with, because she's feeling under the weather, poor lamb, and she's writing a Clint/Phil offshoot to her College AU fic AND I NEED THAT YESTERDAY, and what should I stumble upon but THIS??

I laughed so hard my mother wanted to know what the hell was so funny, and baby Nicky tried to clamber all over me to see.

I AM JUST. THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME. THEY ARE.

What Did We Learn From The Avengers Q&A? *Cough* Spidey? *Cough*

I LITERALLY CANNOT ANYMORE. #I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR
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.

OKAY.

Jan. 2nd, 2012 08:32 pm
sirona_fics: (never leave me)
THE BLANKED BAN IS LIFTED. I HAVE SEEN IT.





I HAVE NO WORDS. NONE.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I WATCH IT AGAIN IMMEDIATELY.

ETA: I FOUND SOME WORDS. For the record? I FUCKING LOVED IT. SPOILERS FROM THIS POINT )

This episode is EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE HOPED FOR. EVERYTHING. I haven't the words, but, just. BRILLIANT.
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: (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: (bucky mf barnes)
Friends! Romans! I would like to draw your attention to the following piece of news (WELL. I say news, but it's probably only news to me. STILL. I AM EXCITE AND I WISH TO SHARE SAID EXCITEMENT). So, without further ado (in the second half of the article, in The Story section):

SEBASTIAN STAN HAS BEEN SIGNED UP FOR SIX MARVEL MOVIES, TO REPRISE HIS CHARACTER OF BUCKY BARNES


THIS IS THE MOST EXCELLENT NEWS OF ALL TIME. MY FACE RIGHT NOW:



AND ALSO:



BECAUSE BUCKY. MOTHERFUCKING. BARNES. ♥ More under the cut below. ALSO, HIS FUCKING EVERYTHING.

ETA: LOOK, THIS IS JUST TOO GOOD NOT TO POST IN FULL. (Ganked off [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken, because I have basically been STARING AT THAT PIC for an hour now.)




Meanwhile, yesterday I spied [livejournal.com profile] pennyplainknits doing the five word meme, and, well. Y'all know how I feel about memes. >.>;; Everyone's favourite subject, et cetera, et cetera. I feel the need to warn you that from this point on, this post is the longest post I have ever done that doesn't involve some kind of story, so. Enter at your own risk.

England, Bucky, Writing, Cake, Travel )


Also, obligatory Clint/Phil rec (this is getting to be a habit, isn't it. A WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL HABIT ♥).

Stockholm Syndrom and other drugs by AlchemyAlice

Basically this made me GIGGLE MADLY at all kinds of inopportune moments. Hilarious and insightful and just plain adorable. <3 I have such, SUCH a huge weakness for people taking care of Coulson, BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT EVEN IF HE DOESN'T EXPECT IT (WHICH MAKES HIM ALL THE MORE DESERVING). Also I will never, ever, get tired of Clint calling Coulson 'sir'. BECAUSE, WELL. MY KINKS, LET ME SHOW THEM TO YOU. (H50 crowd: #shockingly unsurprised)


AND NOW:


THE DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN PARTY POST



In which I've had ENOUGH and I declare this an 'I AM FUCKING MARVELLOUS' PARTY POST FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU )

LET'S HAVE A FUCKING PARTY. IDGAF, IT'S GOT TO BE AFTER 5PM SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD. HAVE A DRINK ON ME (even if it's a cup of tea/coffee/etc). <3 Don't be shy. Come squee. Spread the word. Get to know your new friends. TALK ABOUT AWESOME THINGS.

HERE, LET ME SET THE MOOD.





Also, I am just tickled pink by ALLLLLL the awesome fic that has been posted/will be posted shortly, because, GUYS, [livejournal.com profile] pocky_slash's Domesticity 'Verse Big Bang and its prequel went up yesterday!!!!! THIS IS HOW EXCITED I AM RIGHT NOW:



And also IMMINENT CLINT/PHIL PUPPY FIC FROM [livejournal.com profile] delicatale. I CANNOT EVEN. *______________* Me right now:



Anyway. Today will be a bits-and-pieces kind of day -- Coffee Shop AU (AT OVER 13K, IT IS PROCEDING AS NORMAL FOR THE TWO OF US), Sherlockmas assignment, a beta job, edits on cop!Erik AU (because I'm feeling as positive as it's possible for me to feel, and if I don't tackle it now I NEVER WILL), and other random plot bunnies. Also I hope to be chatting to ALL OF YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING EVER. \0/ \0/
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
Title: A Matter of Proportions
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~8,400
Warnings: suit!porn, pining, a wee bit of angst, otherwise nothing that isn't implied by the rating.
Summary: Clint somehow finds himself fascinated by Phil Coulson's sartorial choices. He refuses to admit that he's kind of maybe been thinking about it a little too much.
Notes: I don't even understand how I have let a pairing eat my brain like this again. First forray into it, here's hoping I got it mostly right. Inspired by this, this and this still from Thor. Clint's field suit based on this Avengers filming shot. Phil's field suit based on this Avengers poster. Endless thanks to [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn, who tackled this with boundless enthusiasm and made it so much better. <3


Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
I have somehow found myself with 8,400-odd words of a Clint/Phil fic (cleverly titled Phil's shirts are coul, which, I SERIOUSLY CANNOT EVEN /0\). And now I'm freaking the fuck out. Because this is a brand new paring for me, and okay, I've watched and re-watched the source material, but it always takes time to find the character voices that work for us, right? So yes, this is me panicking that it's rubbish/not making any sense/too much of one thing and not enough of another/completely and utterly OOC. And let's be honest, I've read precisely three Clint/Phil fics, all of which have struck a hell of a chord and I fucking love with all my heart, none of which have utilised the characterisation I'm aiming for (to this extent). This means that a) it it going to be a monumental failure, or b) it's going to be all right, exactly because it's different. But since I tend to find my feet with a pairing by reading ALLLL THE FIC EVER, I am understandably, like I said, freaking the fuck out.

Seriously, [livejournal.com profile] laria_gwyn is a saint for agreeing to look this over for me, after all the flailing we've been doing about Clint/Phil recently. I am just hoping it isn't entirely unsalvageable -- because in one way or another, this is at least a facet of how I see the characters. The question remains whether anyone else will see them like me (mostly being the BAMFest of BAMFs, and stupidly infatuated with each other, and alllll the pining (this is where I'm really working myself up), and Clint obsessing over Phil's snappy shirts-and-ties -- totally trufax, guys, check this out:

Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )

Y'all know my obsession with suit!porn, y/y?)

So yeah. Taking a leap is fucking scary. Here's hoping I fly instead of crashing. >.>;;

Oh god, one a.m. again, why. /0\ I fail at being an adult so much.
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: (cap hunky army smiling cap)
I have never fallen into a fandom like this before, where I ship PRACTICALLY EVERYONE WITH EVERYONE. NEVER. I am an OTP girl at heart. Yet here's this bloody sodding fandom that has completely scrambled my brains.

I ship Steve/Tony. I ship Steve/Bucky. I ship Steve/Bucky/Tony, and Tony/Steve/Pepper, and Darcy/EVERYONE, and Son Of Coul/EVERYONE EVER INCLUDING FURY, and Clint/Natasha, and Natasha/Pepper, and Clint/Son Of Coul (which I can sense turning into an obsession REALLY DAMN FAST, and while we're on the topic, can I direct your attention to this story, which, FUCK YES), and Darcy/Clint, and Jane/Thor, and Steve/Peggy and Steve/Peggy/Bucky, and Steve/Peggy/Howard, and Steve/Peggy/Howard/Bucky, and Steve/Tony/Pepper/Bucky, and Darcy/Bucky, and Bucky/Rhodey. I ship Tony/JARVIS. I ship Tony/JARVIS/Steve, and Tony/JARVIS/Pepper. I ship Clint/Bruce. I ship Darcy/Son Of Coul SFM.

HOW IS THIS FAIR, BRAIN.

Incidentally I have a very fucking angsty Steve/Tony plot bunny trying to chew its way out. It's at least partly [livejournal.com profile] law_of_tarts' fault, but mostly it's the fault of my ridiculous brain.

MOSTLY I JUST WANT ALL THE FICS EVER, for any one of those permutations. BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL HOT AS FUCK.
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. )

OMFG WHY

Nov. 26th, 2011 02:36 pm
sirona_fics: (Charles' dirty filthy delicious mind)
All right.

Okay.

6,600 WORDS OF REGENCY PORN, WITH ONLY THE SMALLEST INTERRUPTION FOR SLEEP AND MORNING ABLUTIONS AND WHATNOT (them, not me; although, yes, all right, me too). WHAT.

I MEAN, WHAT.

Also, X-Pride II now stands at twenty words off 16,000 (with no end in sight, I'd like to stress that), 8K of which were written since 11.30 last night, when I decided to write just this little scene, which turned into just over 4,000 words and kept me up until 2.30 am. I've had about four hours of sleep before diving into even moar porn, interspersed with research on hygiene habits in Regency England, because some day I will be able to write something without researching the fuck out of it first, but today is not that day. I now know more about going to the loo and cleaning one's teeth circa 1810 than I ever wanted to.

Anyway. The point of this post -- I may not be around on LJ much for the next couple days, not until this mad writing spree has ended. I SWEAR TO GOD, MY BRAIN SOMETIMES. I'm desperately trying to avoid getting distracted by the shiny that are my other fandoms before I have spewed out all the stuff that is perculating in my head right now, otherwise I may cry from sheer frustration. ALTHOUGH CHARLES-AND-ERIK-SHAPED ENCOURAGEMENT IS MORE THAN WELCOME.

GODDAMN IT.


sirona_fics: (danny how so pretty?)
I committed kissing fic! Weeelll, I say 'kissing'...

Title: Kissing ain't for the faint-hearted
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,300
Warnings: rimming, otherwise nothing that the warning doesn't imply.
Summary: Every once in a while, Danny wakes up with Steve, even if he doesn't want to.
Notes: Don't laugh, it's almost two a.m. and I'm still sick. This was meant to be about 500 words, and then it... morphed into this fluff-infested, free-smut-for-all extravaganza. For [livejournal.com profile] kissemdanno.


kiss him (so sweet and soft) )
sirona_fics: (charles/erik regency)
Okay, okay, so I was going to make another 'Working Through Shit, Bear With Me' post this morning when I got to work. And then [livejournal.com profile] luninosity accosted me with a perfectly delightful Erik/Charles Christmas-y snippet, and now, er. Now I am just under 8K into X-Pride II, aka the First Impressions sequel. WHICH, WHAT. I guess my issues are more or less settled enough so I can write? Anyway, in the 8K so far there has been freaking out, a love letter, a wedding, awkward sex talk with Raven, making out in the carriage, angsty Charles being an idiot, more cuddling in carriage, and arriving at Pemberley. And I swear, I am not even seeing the end of this. I am going to write so much stuff, SO. MUCH. REGENCY MARRIAGE FLUFF. IDEK if anyone will want to read it, but I seem to want to write it, so. We shall see, I guess. At this stage I am not even going to hazard a guess as to potential word length. I just can't even extrapolate from what I have so far, because there's not actually all that many scenes in the 8K, it's mostly scene setting and conversations and some plot advancement. If I end up writing over 50K of one story in November without actually meaning to, does that count as NaNo?

Also, I am sorry to everyone expecting stories from me, but this is what's--well, less 'coming', more 'bursting out at the seams' at the moment, so. Normal service should resume... at some point? OH, GOD, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME. Probably making a soundtrack to prod me into writing alllll the words isn't actually helping me stop it.

Anyway. Feeling pretty damn decent today. You guys are wonderful and ILU so much. ♥
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