We're gonna run out of cake at this rate

Okay so I knew in a vague sense that there was a film by the name of Nick Fury in the works, to come out in 2014. Yes, I mean that Nick Fury. And then tonight littlepunkryo mentioned it, and I went looking for a link on IMDb to share, and, uh, I found it. CHECK OUT THE STORYLINE, I IMPLORE YOU. AND THEN CHECK OUT THE ACTORS ASSOCIATED WITH THE PROJECT (even if it's still only rumoured).

I have this question for you: COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE AS AWESOME AS IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S GOING TO BE??? Could we actually be getting "a group of elite soldiers who carry out elite missions", with Phil Coulson as a member of that team? Could we be getting recruitment backstory for him, as well as certain other agents by the codenames of Black Widow and Hawkeye?

I AM CLOSE TO HYPERVENTILLATING FROM EXCITEMENT, NGL. *__________________* Whom do I need to fuck/bribe/marry to make this happen, tell me and I'll do it. I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE.

...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

Day 13

In your own space, share a favorite piece of original canon (a TV episode, a song, a favourite interview, a book) and explain why you love it so much. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Oh, god. So, SO many. For H50 alone, the list would fill up an entire post limit. Where do I even start. THE CARGUMENTS. The suspects-in-shark-tanks. STEVE'S MF FACES. The entirety of 1.21. In fact, almost the entire first season.

For Inception, again, where do I even start. "Eames, I am impressed."/"Your condescention, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur. Thank you." "Eames!!"/Eames shoots the fuck out of some militarised projections./"You okay??"/"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." [Emphasis my own, natch] "Go to sleep, Mr Eames." NEED I GO ON, I ASK YOU.

For Clint/Phil, I mean, the entire what, two minutes of screen space they don't even share, I MEAN, "Barton, talk to me."/"You want me to slow him down, sir? Or are you sending in more guys for him to beat up?"/"I'll let you know." [Emphasis my own] What is probably scary is that I am typing this up from memory alone, that's how often I have re-re-re-watched that scene. Banter. Mutual respect. Phil acknowledging the banter/snark. NEITHER OF THEM BATS AN EYELID, WHICH MEANS THAT THIS KIND OF THING HAPPENS A LOT BETWEEN THEM. I just, I love fandom, you know? The connection between them is so clear in those scant seconds that it has spawned an entire ship based on nothing more than snarky BAMFs being BAMFs together. <333

Oh god, okay, I'm going to have to stop now otherwise this will be a post of INCOHERENT SQUEE and my utter LOVE for allllll the things. /0\


Day 14

In your own space, ask for help. Need a beta? Always wanted to learn how to make a vid? a fanmix? icons? Maybe you’d want to have someone cheering for you while you work on an upcoming big bang or fannish bingo? Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I would not say no to a very simple idiot's guide to podfic making. BECAUSE CLEARLY I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH THINGS ON, FANDOM-WISE, AT THE MOMENT. /0\ /0\ I don't even know if people will want to listen to me reading shit, but hey.

But really, I am so, so lucky that right now I actually don't need any help with anything. I have a few people who have the misfortune to be my go-to betas, and/or squee-at-ers, and/or dreadful enablers, and/or cheerleaders, and/or plot-bunny-wranglers. I am a lucky, lucky person, AND I LOVE YOU ALL FOR IT, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. <3333333


I would like to take this opportunity to thank delicatale, for at one point or another being all of these combined, including feeding my Jeremy Renner obsession on a regular basis. And in turn, I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE THE PRETTY. BECAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT I AM NOT ALONE IN SAID OBSESSION, Y/Y/MFY? XDDDD SO BEHOLD THE MAN HIMSELF IN ALL HIS GLORY AND HOLD ON TO YOUR PANTIES BECAUSE UNGHHHHHHHHHHH. (I actually can't make myself put this one under a cut. HE IS TOO PRETTY TO EVER BE HIDDEN UNDER A CUT EVER.)

Title: I'll see your heart (and I'll raise you mine)
Pairing/characters: Charles/Erik, Erik/Alex BFFS, hints of Logan/Scott, Raven/Emma, Alex/Darwin, Janos/Azazel, ensemble cast.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~9,300 this part

For Warnings, Summary and Notes, please see [Part One] | [Part Two] | [Part Three] | [Part Four]


( This is the story of the angel who played poker with the devil )

Title: I'll see your heart (and I'll raise you mine)
Pairing/characters: Charles/Erik, Erik/Alex BFFS, hints of Logan/Scott, Raven/Emma, Alex/Darwin, Janos/Azazel, ensemble cast.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~9,000 this part

For Warnings, Summary and Notes, please see [Part One] | [Part Two]


( I think there's something going on )

Title: I'll see your heart (and I'll raise you mine)
Pairing/characters: Charles/Erik, Erik/Alex BFFS, hints of Logan/Scott, Raven/Emma, Alex/Darwin, Janos/Azazel, ensemble cast.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~43,600 (posted in five parts, 9,380 this part)
Warnings: modern AU with powers, allusions to torture, mentions of war, graphic depictions of violence, playing fast and loose with canon, no more than vague knowledge of how US immigration and German policing works (all of it gained from the internet), angst, pining, Erik being Erik, men being stupid about their ~feeeelings, fluff.
Summary: For Kriminalhauptkommissar Erik Lehnsherr, this case will change everything.
Author's Notes: Written for raven_lore, who won me for help_japan all the way back in April. I can't even articulate how grateful I am for her patience and her unfailing support. I hope you enjoy it, darling! ♥ Also enormous thanks to my SuperBeta zolac_no_miko, who put so much of her time and patience into this. Without her help this fic would not exist, and that's the truth. Huge thanks also to luninosity and jewishnotamish7, who volunteered to read this over and outlined some much-needed changes to smooth over remaining plotholes. I would invite you to suspend disbelief as you entered here, although god knows I have done everything in my power for it to read as authentic as possible. Title from Bell X1's song of the same name -- which is more or less the theme song for this fic.


( Will you be the card up my sleeve? )

I have literally woken up about an hour and a half ago. Back on antibiotics, and my body hates me. Regular sleeping schedule, I miss you so... :(((

Yesterday I got really fucking aggravated by a comment I read in the journal of one of my flisters, with regards to the recent LJ changes. ( Feel free to skip, it's just me blowing off steam, I suspect. )

Anyway. Onto more better things. I am about to spam you with links to fun things! :D Like I spammed zolac_no_miko last night at 3am... WHAT CAN I SAY, WHEN I DON'T SLEEP, I DON'T SLEEP LIKE A BOSS. I hadn't been on my favourite site (because yes, I am a geek, and guess what -- so are these people, proudly so, and they do everything they can to spread the joy! HOW NOT TO LOVE THEM FOR IT) for far too long, and last night when I was posting JEREMY RENNER AND GEMMA ARTERTON IN LEATHER, I went to take a look. AND OH MY GODDDDD ALLLLL THE SHINY!! *________* And because I love you all, I thought I'd share! AREN'T YOU HAPPY YOU'RE ON MY FLIST? :D :D

Let's start with something I know a lot of you are well excited about: The Hobbit Trailer Breakdown and The Batman Trailer Breakdown. These all go into awesome details, sort of paring out clues from what we're being shown, and they make for some pretty fab reading! :)

Then there are these Movie Recipes, including Francis Ford Coppola's spaghetti sauce from The Godfather that I'm making for my dad, because he's such a huge fan, Julia Child's Boeuf Bourginon, and a recipe for beignets that I am itching to try out.

Then there is Robert Downey Jr: A Viewer's Guide that is all kinds of shiny, and I need to re-watch half the films on it. And with that, we move into Avengers territory! IS ANYONE SURPRISED, I ASK YOU. Okay, this feature BLEW. MY. MIND. Because you're talking to a seriously die-hard Whedon fan, HE IS MY ABSOLUTE HERO, and look, this is why I love Empire so much. Because they get me. Us. They get their fans. They know we're all geeks and nerds to a certain degree, and they know about Joss Whedon, they get what he is. And so they have given us this: How do The Avengers fit into the Whedonverse?, which is THE BEST THING EVER, and drew from me all kinds of embarrassing squeaky noises of delight (not a huge surprise, as it's written by Helen O'Hara, whom I adore -- she is this incredibly awesome film journalist who also has a Law degree and appears to have the same taste in movies and TV shows as me, and just, she is my internet girlfriend. *_______*). WAIT TILL YOU GET TO THOR. In fact, they are all awesomesauce in one way or another. <3<3<3

And last, to cap off this edition of The Shiny, have some eye candy. I am sad that there is no Phil BAMF Coulson, or Pepper shots, but oh well, I'll take what I can get.





But for me, the real winner of the piece is Helen's (yep, her again <3 Just one more reason I am helplessly infatuated with her) poll that goes with the banners, which I shall recreate here for the benefit of humanity (the Fury thing made me snort tea, trufax. As did the Thor thing :D):

[Poll #1805098]

And now to finish my secret_mutant story and the last read-over of cop!Erik AU. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GETTING SO CLOSE TO POSTING IT. It hardly seems real. :')

Back from seeing MI:4 JEREMY RENNER WITH GUNS (AND SIMON PEGG). Non-spoilery reaction--actually, you know what? This is all non-spoilery, really. I mean, it was a good film, I enjoyed the premise, wasn't too overused, I enjoyed pretty much most of it. And the humour was much appreciated! :D BUT MOSTLY WHAT I ENJOYED, AND WHAT I SPENT THE ENTIRE FILM WATCHING, WAS JEREMY RENNER'S ARSE BACK LEGS ARMS CHEST FAAAAAACE LIPS EYES HAIR EVERYTHING. HIS FUCKING EVERYTHING. BOY, THAT MAN IS HOTTER THAN IS PROBABLY GOOD FOR HIM. You miiiight by now know my feelings on competent, kick-arse BAMFS, but just in case you missed the oft-repeated sentiment --I FUCKING LOVE THEM. AND BRANDT IN THAT MOVIE IS THE BAMFEST OF BAMFS. UNGH I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN JUST FOR HIM. Simon Pegg wasn't bad, either, but come on, JEREMY RENNER ON SCREEN. YES. PLEASE. FHAJFHGALFHAJHFAJSDFH WHY DO I FIND HIM SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE I DO NOT EVEN KNOW. JEREMY RENNER YOU ROCK MY WORLD. THAT IS ALL.

NOW LET ME SHOW YOU WHY.







Guys, I don't think these pictures are spoilery at all, but if you think they are, tell me and I'll put them behind a cut. I JUST WANT TO STARE AT HIS FACE ALL THE FUCKING TIME. ♥_________♥

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 )

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, 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.