sirona_fics | Hey you guuuyyyssss <3

I have spent the morning writing filthy, filthy Clint/Phil dirty talk porn for/with

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

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