We're gonna run out of cake at this rate

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

( THE BAMFEST BAMF WHO EVER BAMFED )

WATSON, MARRY ME. ♥___________♥

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

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

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

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

So yes. Words! White Collar! Rivers of London! Amazeballs space ficlets from delicatale! The start of an EPIC POST-TRF FIX-IT FIC from irisbleufic!! Pretty damn good going all round, me thinks. :D And now I'm going to faff about all day, I imagine. I'm not planning anything -- just see where the day takes me. I'm sorely in need of just such a no-pressure-do-whatever day. <3 First day in a while when I've been excited rather than frustrated about writing! I might work on shit! I might watch telly! I might read! DAY-OFF GOODNESS, COME TO ME. <3333

Feel like absolute shit today. Like 'run over by a truck' shit. And now I have to go into work for a couple hours. Periods suck. Like 99.9% of my flist should know what I'm talking about, right? :D

My flist skip was 280 this morning, after I gave myself a break from my laptop last night (I had only gotten to page three of Rivers of London before realising that I have fallen in love with that book), and then Sherlock 2.03 happened (I have 20 tabs with reactions and spoilers opened that I am not even going to touch until I have watched it). Which I have downloaded and just waiting to play. Considering the hormonal shitstorm happening inside me right now, I expect to be completely ripped apart as I watch it. So, fair warning. :)

In moar better news, while I was passed out sleeping for thirteen hours last night, clintcoulson happened. I AM BESIDE MYSELF WTIH GLEE. \0/ \0/ \0/ \0/

And now, work. And afterwards, expect a reaction post because I will probably have so many feelings that I won't know what to do with myself. *sigh*

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

Now to pay it forward.

Day 9

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


( He has books, he has his cross-stitch project to keep himself occupied, and there are no phones or computers or wi-fi anywhere in the vicinity. See? He's going to be just fine. )

Title: A little bit of your taste (in my mouth)
Authors: delicatale and sirona_gs
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes (implied), Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers (one-sided)
Rating: NC-17


Warnings, Summary and Notes in Part One.


( Part Two )

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 kellifer_fic claimed the Cliche table from 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, shinysylver AND somehowunbroken, YOU HORRIBLE ENABLERS, YOU.

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 laria_gwyn, who tackled this with boundless enthusiasm and made it so much better. <3


( Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )