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: (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: (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: (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: (charles/erik jazz hands)
All right, first time cross-posting! :D Which I will be doing from now on, because UGH, otherwise I have to re-post all my entries here, which, PAIN IN THE ARSE OR WHAT.

Right, okay. Look, indulge me. Please. I have been thinking about COULSON BAKING since yesterday (all day), and now I would like ALLLLL THE BAKING/BAKERY/COOKING AUS EVER, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Rec me stuff. Things you've loved reading, I don't particularly care in which fandom, I WILL READ THEM ALLLLL.

Writing has been mostly /fail these few days -- only 10K or so overall on X-Pride II, which for me is a bit lame. STILL, PROGRESS HAS BEEN MADE. \0/ \0/ Pretty much half-way done now, with the plot sorted out for the rest of it, which is almost half the work done! :D :D Charles is about to find a puppy on his way home, when he gets caught in a rainstorm. :D :D ALLLLL THE FLUFFFFF. <3

But otherwise, the cop!Erik AU is almost completely finished!! \0/ \0/ It's now been passed to my gamma readers, who will tell me if it is actually readable as it is. <3 THANKS, YOU GUYS. Sooooo there ought to be a 43K Charles/Erik adventure romp posted in the next couple of days! \0/ \0/ \0/

Speaking of, MY [profile] secret_mutant GIFT IS UP!!! AND IT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS THING EVER. afdjhjlfkhldfhdfh LOOK AT IT. JUST LOOK. AJAHLJHGLJFHLDFHGDFH ALLLLLLLL THE FLUFFY ~FEEEEEEEELINGS!! ♥__________♥ sfjghfdjgh I CANNOT EVEN. I AM SO BLESSED. :')

And now a meme! :D (I foresee a few of these in the coming days, what with end-of-year and all.) Stolen from [personal profile] amcw177.

Give me a character or a pairing (or both) and I will tell you three tidbits of my personal headcanon for them.

GO ONNNN, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO LET ME RAMBLE AT YOU TILL THE COWS COME HOME. <3<3<3
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: (bucky barnes gives me allll the feeels)
Okay right so this manic cheerfulness thing? SHOWS NO SIGNS OF ABATING, which, I have no idea what is going on BUT I LIKE IT. <3 And intend to make full use of it before the inevitable crash that is bound to occur due to my imminent Time Of Power (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko, for infecting me with that saying, I WILL NEVER AGAIN BE ABLE TO REFER TO IT AS ANYTHING ELSE).

Anyway. I would like to make it known that MY FLIST IS FULL OF TERRIBLE ENABLERS. (I'm eyeballing you, [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken.) Because this morning, I got to work to find an email from [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken linking me to THIS PICTURE (linked, because it is ginormous and if I embed it it would screw up everyone's layouts, BUT YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CLICK ON IT AND GAZE ON THE MINDBOGGLING AMAZINGNESS THAT IS BUCKY BARNES). And then I (very understandably, I thought) had ALLLLL THE FEEEEELINGS GUSHING OUT EVERYWHERE. Which, extremely appropriate icon, me thinks. And then this happened, alongside an exclusively-CAPSLOCK-infested conversation with [livejournal.com profile] somehowunbroken over IM (see cut below) about ALLLLLL OF OUR STEVE/BUCKY FEELS, directly precluding the events detailed in the aforementioned happenstance, AND BASICALLY THE OUTCOME OF THAT IS THAT I AM GOING TO HAVE TO WRITE THAT BUCKY/STEVE/TONY THING OR EXPLODE FROM SUPPRESSED ~FEEEEEEELINGS, OH GOD. /0\ /0\

The Steve-and-Bucky conversation, under a cut because SERIOUSLY, CAPSLOCK, I AM NOT KIDDING. And also length. YEAH. I WASN'T KIDDING ABOUT ALLLL THE FEEEELINGS EITHER. Also obviously for [SPOILERS] for Captain America. )

In other news, there is a Holiday Love Meme thing going on!! Which, MESSAGE ME WITH ALL YOUR LINKS SO I CAN GIVE YOU SOME LOVE!! :D

More new people! WELCOME. I hope you know what you're getting yourselves in for. >.>;; Intro posts have been going on this week, so feel free to check out my recent entries if you feel like moar insanity.

Anyway, last night I was reading this magazine my mum brought home with her, and there was an article on People's Sexiest Man Alive 2011 list! GUYS, IDRIS ELBA IS ON IT, HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THAT MAN. <3 And Chris Hemsworth's younger brother! AND CHRIS EVANS IS #5!! That is a nice fucking photo of him right there! :D It's a bit of a travesty that Sebastian Stan isn't on it -- next year, maybe?

So that was fun. And then I turn a few pages, AND I SEE THIS.




And while looking for that pic, I ALSO FOUND THIS.




YOU ARE WELCOME. WATCH IT WITH SOMETHING TO COOL YOURSELF WITH AFTERWARDS NEAR AT HAND. ALSO I (AND MY KEYBOARD) HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU DON'T DRINK ANYTHING WHILE YOU WATCH IT. YEAH.

There is also this vid, in which he is UTTERLY ADORKABLE, and also scorching hot with the making out and shit, NNNNNNNGGGHHHH. Also he sounds so smart; I love the bit where he talks about sense memory. HE'S A HUGE FAN OF ICE CREAM. HE LOVES WEARING COLOGNE. (Okay, sidecut, I have a HUGE thing about men wearing cologne and smelling delicious. The easiest way to seduce me is to smell nice and delicious and lickable/fuckable. (I wonder why the hell I haven't done a fic about this, or used it in a fic yet? SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.) So Chris Evans saying this -- WELL, YOU CAN IMAGINE THE EFFECT ON MY LIBIDO.) BASICALLY THERE'S NOTHING I DON'T LIKE ABOUT THIS VID. <3 Also I would just like to say EVAN RACHEL WOOD'S HEELS. I don't as a rule have a shoe thing, BUT THOSE HEELS ON HER, I JUST. *_______* SO. FUCKING. HOT.

Anyway, my god, distracted is the name of the game today. :/
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.
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