birthday! fic snippet! fic rec! lego!
happy birthday jola! my inability to get over sebastian stan's FUCKING FACE is partly your fault. but never fear, i still love you and your fabulous hair. :D here's to hot boys and cake!
dancing boys: *rock out*
this sebstan is for you.
pretty much my entire office was out at a training today, and it was subsequently almost terrifyingly quiet. i was the only person in my group of cubes. at about 6:15 i made a circuit of the place, found exactly four people, and fifteen minutes later i went home. (early.) i spent most of the day goofing off on the internets, as one does, and may or may not have indulged my need for more hipster!steve and punk!bucky, despite my constant low-level fear that i have no idea what i'm talking about. here, look.
(they've seen some bands, got in a couple fights, had some drinks, and gone back to sam's apartment)
Riley has gone to find a bodega or someplace that's still open for more drinks and snacks, and Sam and Gabe and Bucky are arguing about music. Steve is only half paying attention, but it sounds like Sam is winning. Natasha and Peggy are sitting by the wall, drinking and chatting animatedly about something or other, every so often looking over at Steve and grinning. He's not sure he wants to know. Clint is curled up on the floor, his head on Natasha's thigh, fast asleep. She twists her fingers in his hair almost absently as she talks to Peggy. Steve feels a hand on his head and looks up, and Bucky seems to be doing the exact same thing, carding fingers through his hair without even realizing it.
While Steve's gaze is directed up, he notices Sam watching Natasha, and as if she can feel eyes on her, she shoots Sam a sly look and winks. Steve makes a note to mention this to Bucky, and maybe set them up. She and Clint are no longer a thing - she's adamant about this and Steve believes her, although according to Bucky, Clint doesn't - and Sam's single and a good guy, and why not.
At four o'clock Sam and Riley get it into their heads to make pancakes. (Riley acquired more beer and they may have had a second slightly-drunken wind.) Natasha wakes Clint up by the simple expedient of saying "Pancakes" in his ear. Peggy begs off, Gabe offers to walk her to the subway - he explains that he should go home too and he's going in that direction anyway, when she looks as if she's going to protest that she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself and walking herself to the train, thank you - and she kisses Steve on both cheeks when she leaves. Her breath smells like bourbon. He's pretty sure he's blushing, and Bucky laughs at him.
now i just have to figure out how to make it an actual story, like with a beginning and an end and logical transitions and stuff.
also i am going to make myself an enabler patch, like the girl scouts have, because i have now enabled mcu fic. :D the red room gym (also on ao3) - all natasha, a little bucky, slightly au. jola blames me and i am ok with that. go and comment and tell her what works and what doesn't! be nice.
(i made wrenlet an enabler t-shirt a bunch of years ago, because she is my enabler in almost all things and everything is her fault. but i'm a stick-pins-on-my-jacket kinda girl.)
lego is going to make a set of female scientist minifigs! how cool is that? i'm especially excited that one of them is a paleontologist, because come on, lego dinosaur skeleton.
apparently there's a musical of ayn rand's novel anthem. (the musical is oddly enough called the anthem, tho.) and it stars one of the village people. and it looks... glittery. which... whut? ayn is rolling over in her grave. which, ok, that's not a terrible thing. but still. what?
if my eggs expired may 16, if that's what it says on the carton, are they too expired to eat?
more self-promotion:
4. Something you made just for yourself
the gun show, which is still one of my favorite spn fics. i had an image of a teenage dean in a red-and-white-check wool coat and a hat with earflaps, so i sent the winchesters to michigan so i could have him visit a gun show. it's all lists, practically, lots of groups of three, and i got to look up guns online. i've never been to a gun show, but apparently i did a good job writing about one.
to be honest everything i write (that isn't explicitly for someone specific) is written for me. i've always been my own first audience and i write what i personally would want to read.
dancing boys: *rock out*
this sebstan is for you.
pretty much my entire office was out at a training today, and it was subsequently almost terrifyingly quiet. i was the only person in my group of cubes. at about 6:15 i made a circuit of the place, found exactly four people, and fifteen minutes later i went home. (early.) i spent most of the day goofing off on the internets, as one does, and may or may not have indulged my need for more hipster!steve and punk!bucky, despite my constant low-level fear that i have no idea what i'm talking about. here, look.
(they've seen some bands, got in a couple fights, had some drinks, and gone back to sam's apartment)
Riley has gone to find a bodega or someplace that's still open for more drinks and snacks, and Sam and Gabe and Bucky are arguing about music. Steve is only half paying attention, but it sounds like Sam is winning. Natasha and Peggy are sitting by the wall, drinking and chatting animatedly about something or other, every so often looking over at Steve and grinning. He's not sure he wants to know. Clint is curled up on the floor, his head on Natasha's thigh, fast asleep. She twists her fingers in his hair almost absently as she talks to Peggy. Steve feels a hand on his head and looks up, and Bucky seems to be doing the exact same thing, carding fingers through his hair without even realizing it.
While Steve's gaze is directed up, he notices Sam watching Natasha, and as if she can feel eyes on her, she shoots Sam a sly look and winks. Steve makes a note to mention this to Bucky, and maybe set them up. She and Clint are no longer a thing - she's adamant about this and Steve believes her, although according to Bucky, Clint doesn't - and Sam's single and a good guy, and why not.
At four o'clock Sam and Riley get it into their heads to make pancakes. (Riley acquired more beer and they may have had a second slightly-drunken wind.) Natasha wakes Clint up by the simple expedient of saying "Pancakes" in his ear. Peggy begs off, Gabe offers to walk her to the subway - he explains that he should go home too and he's going in that direction anyway, when she looks as if she's going to protest that she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself and walking herself to the train, thank you - and she kisses Steve on both cheeks when she leaves. Her breath smells like bourbon. He's pretty sure he's blushing, and Bucky laughs at him.
now i just have to figure out how to make it an actual story, like with a beginning and an end and logical transitions and stuff.
also i am going to make myself an enabler patch, like the girl scouts have, because i have now enabled mcu fic. :D the red room gym (also on ao3) - all natasha, a little bucky, slightly au. jola blames me and i am ok with that. go and comment and tell her what works and what doesn't! be nice.
(i made wrenlet an enabler t-shirt a bunch of years ago, because she is my enabler in almost all things and everything is her fault. but i'm a stick-pins-on-my-jacket kinda girl.)
lego is going to make a set of female scientist minifigs! how cool is that? i'm especially excited that one of them is a paleontologist, because come on, lego dinosaur skeleton.
apparently there's a musical of ayn rand's novel anthem. (the musical is oddly enough called the anthem, tho.) and it stars one of the village people. and it looks... glittery. which... whut? ayn is rolling over in her grave. which, ok, that's not a terrible thing. but still. what?
if my eggs expired may 16, if that's what it says on the carton, are they too expired to eat?
more self-promotion:
4. Something you made just for yourself
the gun show, which is still one of my favorite spn fics. i had an image of a teenage dean in a red-and-white-check wool coat and a hat with earflaps, so i sent the winchesters to michigan so i could have him visit a gun show. it's all lists, practically, lots of groups of three, and i got to look up guns online. i've never been to a gun show, but apparently i did a good job writing about one.
to be honest everything i write (that isn't explicitly for someone specific) is written for me. i've always been my own first audience and i write what i personally would want to read.