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Honestly, I'm not sure what my journal policy is anymore. I went on a complete lock-down a while ago, then my insecurity passed, and I leave various things public. I have a pretty lax friending policy; if someone friends me, and I see we have a fandom or two in common, I'll definitely friend back.


Hello, I'm ienablu. Call me Ien.

Three things that you should know about me:

♣ I'm 20. Attending college, looking for a job, writing fanfiction, and that's about it.

♣ I'm terrible at commenting. I have this thing where I'm afraid that I'm not interesting enough, so I spend anywhere up to ten minutes drafting a simple comment, and even then sometimes I don't post. But my lack of comments does not imply a lack of interest.

♣ I'm a guy. Not biologically -- and there is quite a few locked entries about my gender dysphoria -- but I'm on hormone therapy, and actively transitioning. I identify as male and go by male pronouns/address, so please try and respect that.


Anon comments are turned off, just because I've gotten a dozen spam bot comments in the past week, and it's starting to grate.

wish drop

If I start a fic from scratch, best case has it taking seven months to finish, worst case has it languishing with half a thousand words in my fanfic folder.

If I start a fic from a prompt, I -- generally -- get it done.

Whether you're some lurker or a longtime flister or anything in between, it doesn't matter, if there's something you'd like me to write, go ahead and prompt it.

I can't say how long it'll take, or how long it'll be, but it will get done.

There are very few exceptions -- I will not write any sort of genderfuck, I have no funny bone or ability to write comedy, and there are a few pairings that I Do Not Ship (and a few I Do Not Like) and would not be able to write.



In fandom, I generally try and operate under a "do what you wish others would do," and since I like it when others post general wish lists they want, I decided to make my own.

general requests, a bit more specific requests, general setting likes, then the things I do not wantCollapse )

Week In Review {#number}


  • working on:

  • for this week:

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  • May. 28th, 2014

    Title: "Rawr" Means "I Love You" in Dinosaur
    Fandom: Suits-Jurassic Park
    Characters: Harvey Specter, Mike Ross;
    Rating: PG13
    Contains: dinosaurs, dinosaur-related death,
    Word Count:
    Summary: John Hammond of InGen was one of Pearson-Hardmen's first clients. With the launch of his new amusement park, he needs a senior partner --

    !fandom: suits, character: mike ross, character: harvey specter, length: LENGTH, genre: dinosaurs!, pairing: PAIRING, romance: ROMANCE, thought: dinosaurs!

    {hundred things} passage xxx: I come, I go

    Before Mal’s death, they were opposites—Cobb rarely left the United States except for family gatherings in France or business trips. Arthur traveled everywhere and anywhere, for jobs, for pleasure, for both. It felt strange for Arthur to be the one receiving bottles of Tuscan chianti and dried plums from Tokyo in his small, neat living room. The packages rarely came with return addresses or even notes, but there was only one person Arthur knew who would send him such indulgences. Sometimes, the boxes contained giant packages of torrone, the sweet almond nougat from Siena, and beautiful pressed paper dolls in red paper kimonos, fragile and scented with incense from thousands of miles away. Cobb knew perfectly well Arthur disliked sweets, and had no use for pretty baubles; those invariably ended up at the Cobb home, where two lonely little children fought over who would sit on his lap first and beg news of Daddy while their grandmother, haughty and thin-lipped with disapproval, stood watching with her arms tightly crossed. Arthur began taking extra pains to observe Cobb when they were working, just so he could tell James and Philippa simple details like how their father outsmarted four bad men with just a smile and a joke, or the way Cobb deliberated every decision he made these days, with the hope the right answer would lead him home to family. Lack of imagination was one thing, but observation and anticipation of needs was quite another.

    I come, I go

    Deciding to take a passage from "I come, I go" was easy. Deciding which passage to take took two rereads.

    And I don't know how to really talk about this, because when reading it usually winds up with me clutching my face and

    Also, Arthur/Cobb is one of my top five ships of all time, and this is why I ship it, and how I ship it --

    and can we take a moment to look at the language? Because this is good language. In this, and the rest of the piece, there are so many details. So many details, so many adjectives and descriptors, and sentences so intricately packed.

    In the spirit of the story, let's pretend that each sentence is a package in of itself. Each sentence/package is filled to the brim, but none of the stuffing inside the package is styrofoam peanuts. There is no filler. For all that there is so much inside, it all means something.



    Cobb knew perfectly well Arthur disliked sweets, and had no use for pretty baubles

    and then the second part. It's not "Arthur disliked sweets and pretty baubles" -- Arthur likes them well enough, he just has no use for them. And they're not things or objects or gifts or whatever -- they're baubles.


    It reads naturally, it flows, but when you reread it, when you really pull it apart, there are so many facets, so many ways to look at it, each facet perfectly constructed, it's...

    ...it's a diamond.

    There's no other way around it.




    I'm on a horse.
    Dear Self,

    You are just starting high school.

    You are not going to enjoy high school.

    You are not going to make it through the year with the group of girls you entered high school with; you'll regret leaving them without saying anything, but the group you fall into is a good group. Although you fit well into the group, none of the friends you get close to will be close to you in seven years. You're a shitty friend. It's the ones you kinda make friends with, that wait in the wings, are going to be the ones that you're close with. (The guy in the Vash costume, the girl in the pink fleece, the girl in your LA class. And years later, when you go to NDK, and are alone in the room with that girl from your 9th grade LA class? Yeah, show her "I Don't Dance." It brings you joy, it will still bring you joy, and you will start a friendship that you wouldn't be able to live without two years out of high school.)

    You are not going to be happy, though. Sorry. You don't believe you deserve to be happy, you think you deserve the misery, but you don't. Why you think you do will make sense, halfway into your senior year.

    Because for Thanksgiving (break), you are going to fly out to visit your best friend. You will call her, say where you are, ask where she is, she is going to hang up, you're going to turn around, you're going to see her, and you will be happy. The next few days you will be the happiest you've ever been. Then you will have a Disney marathon, you will watch Mulan, you will watch "Reflection," and you will try your very hardest to keep from breaking down sobbing.

    You will realize you're trans.

    You identify as a guy.

    You're trans.

    Things will click into place, small moments will make sense, long periods of depression will make sense, you will understand why you were miserable and why you hated yourself, and you will still be miserable and hate yourself.

    Senior year, you will not know what to do. You won't know what to do about college, about yourself, about anything. You will flounder. You have good friends, but you are not a good friend. It's okay. You need to take care of yourself first. You'll regret it, losing contact with most of them after graduation.

    You will graduate, May 2010, as "Al," spend the next few months sorting yourself out, coming out to yourself and others, and in March 2011, you'll start hormone replacement therapy, as "Allen."

    Sometime in the next nineteen months you will look yourself in the mirror, and you will think, "I like this person." You will think "This is really who I am."

    "Reflection" will change into "Go The Distance."

    You will never think of yourself as such, never think yourself of even being capable of such, but somehow you will be strong.

    You will come to terms with yourself, you will take one day at a time, one step at a time, and you'll be on your way.

    You can go the distance.
    So I've been discussing Antarctica-set fic (sort of), and thinking about Antarctica/arctic/etc set fic potential. Since I have no canon set there, fic either needs to have various ways to change the setting, or go AU. I tend to shy away from AU settings, because I just find trying to make things mesh with canon a lot more fun to work out.

    And while Supernatural sadly does not have many options to arctic settings, Doctor Who can have whatever setting it wants, but mostly: Avengers. slash the MCU.

    Steve was frozen in the Arctic at the end of Captain America, and Jane was sent to Tromsø (which is within the Arctic Circle) in Avengers. And yeah, Jane was sent there because the events of Thor happened and Joss didn't want Jane in the movie they wanted to keep Jane safe, but I have no qualms with using a slight-divergence-AU as a way to change the setting.

    it"s two in the morning and I"m basically rewriting Thor but with SteveCollapse )

    Or we can just go the Casket of Ancient Winters route, which would turn Avengers into Day After Tomorrow, which is highly relevant to my interests, and possibly what I'll do for my second big bang if the Budapest fic doesn't work out.

    I just want Nick Fury in a parka, okay.

    fake it 'til you make it

    Been on the lower side of the mood spectrum for a while, (and then things got a little bit better! and then a lot worse) but "fake it until you make it" is a popular saying, so I'm going to try and be enthused about things I want to be enthused about.

    • For starters, The Bourne Legacy. After The Avengers and MI4, I am enthused about Jeremy Renner and his acting.Collapse )

    • And on the note of MI4, I actually really enjoyed the movie.Collapse )

    • On the Avengers note, my big bang is going pretty well.Collapse )

    • Also on the subject of Avengers, Avengers: Earth"s Mightiest Heroes is kind of amazing.Collapse )

    • While

    • Did anybody watch Political Animals and can we talk about fantastic it was? Because it was fantastic and I loved it [only about the first episode]Collapse )

    • Also on USA, but sadly less gay: Suits. Mixed feelings [and spoilers] -- written pre-2.05Collapse )

    • and idk, Martha Jones will never not make me happy.

    Week In Review {#6...?}


  • 6:49 AM : my spnspringfling fic, reworked from the original. [#k, PG13]
  • go screw yourself : Atropos during "Mystery Spot." [3.6k, PG13]
  • The Inebriate Swell [Mad Men 'verse] :

    for this week:

  • The Mystic [Mad Men 'verse] : I have it about 80% done, so I'm confident I'll have it done by Wednesday.

    other fannish things of noteCollapse )
  • I've got some some new peeps on my journal, and my previous post of this is horribly out of date, so I decided to go ahead and post a new one.

    You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

    1. First Name: will soon be legally changed to Allen. People who have known me for a while call me Al, but I do prefer Allen to Al. Online, I'm even on being called Allen/being called Ien. (and short story: Having my online moniker be "Ien" and being really attached to it was one of the deciding factors in why I chose Allen instead of Alan. A smaller deciding factor, but still.)

    2. Age: 21. Born June 1, '91.

    3. Location: Between Denver, CO and the Rocky Mountains, in a very very liberal town.

    4. Occupation: a goal of mine to get one of these.

    5. Partner: None, with few plans for finding one in the near future. (I've got too much personal baggage to deal with, and I find good enough companionship in my friends.) Chances are my eventual partner will be a female, but I place myself at a 2 on the Kinsey scale, so I'm not ruling out the possibility of ending up with a guy.

    6. Kids: I think this question is for the people who actually do have children, which is a category I don't fall into. (Nor have any inclination to fall into, though bear in mind that I am 21, so this may change later in life.)

    7. Brothers/Sisters:

    Sister Elder - 32, currently living with us (me and the parentals) with her one-year-old daughter. Although I think she should have a better handle of things by now, I am more annoyed that there's a baby in the house than that she's in the house. Twelve year age difference between us, we were never really close.

    Sister Older - 26, sometimes we get along well, but mostly I tend to dislike her. Her wedding, May before last, caused some strain on my part I still haven't let go of. She lives with The Husband, The Husband's child from a previous marriage (Taya, whom I adore), her child, and a dog. Six year age difference, we were also never really close.

    Younger "Brother" - 19, not related to me by blood. Or at all. We got to know each other in ninth grade, became friends. We're both short, have similar coloring (even though he's Japanese and I'm not), and a lot of people thought we were related. So we started acting more like siblings. It was a joke at the beginning, but over four years of high school, it became a legit thing. I honestly love him like a brother, and he... well, he loves me like a sister. Which is... complicated. But yeah. We still love each other, and we're still close.

    8. Pets: Two cats -- Pepper and Georgie. Pepper used to be Sister Older's cat before she went off to college, and is now a family cat. She's rather fat, and rather stingy with her affection, though she's grown to like me more a bit lately. Georgie is the cat we got two years ago, and she's somehow become my dad's cat. She has a thing for dishwashing gloves and jumping on your back while you're washing said dishes.

    And, although he passed away two years ago, an honorable mention goes to Mozart. I know everyone says this about their own pets, but he was the most beautiful cat in the world, and I still miss him.

    9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:

    I'm transsexual. And that's probably the most major thing going on in my life right now, because it's a pretty major thing. I'm in the wrong body. Every day of every week of every month, I'm in the wrong body. It's gotten easier to deal with, because I'm more accepting of myself, my family are dealing well with the change, and I pass pretty well as a guy. I still feel at a loss sometimes, and sometimes I'm easily depressed, but things are getting better.

    College. Community college, a twenty minute commute to the nearby town, currently on summer vacation.

    Fanfiction. Basically, I'm trans, it sucks, and fanfiction is how I escape it. And just... I'm a storyteller. Thought I wanted to be a novelist when I was younger, realized yeah no, switched my interests to film, only to realize I sucked at it. And, I don't know -- I'm trans, I struggle having an optimistic outlook on my future, so I doubt I'll ever become a film director/series writer/etc, and fanfiction just seems like my one shot to tell a story, to evoke an emotion, to pack a punch, to mean something to somebody.

    Cooking/baking. I used to just stress bake, but I've mellowed to the point where I don't need to stress bake as much, but I still

    10. Where and for what did you go to school for?: I'm at a nearby local community college, after taking a year off to deal with my latent gender identity issues.

    11. Parents: Are happy, healthy and still together? And they're sleeping in the same bed again (my mom just wanted to sleep in her own bed, so she moved to the downstairs guest bedroom, which is now occupied by SisterEldest, so she's moved back up). Even though they frustrate the fuck out of me at times, my parents are really good parents, and I feel fortunate about it.

    12. Who are some of your closest friends?:

    First, there's the BFF. Met online ...six years ago? Her mom refused to believe that I existed for the longest time, and before I was able to snail mail her things, I had to send a scan of my school IDs to her mom. But it's all good now, and I actually flew out over my Thanksgiving break year before last. (Best week of my life, for the record.) And, fingers crossed, she's going to come out to visit towards the end of August.

    Then there's the second, who is more-or-less the Sherlock to my Watson. Okay, not really, but the comparison made for an interesting game of laser tag. But uh, yeah. It's a long story how we became so close (funny story: it involved me showing her "I Don't Dance"), and it was all in about the space of a month, but we've been pretty damn close for a while now. She's not my best friend, I'm not hers, but we both fall on the second tier with each other. (And I usually suck at figuring out where I stand in other people's books and where they stand in mind, so it's refreshing to be on the same page, as well on the same tier.) And during and after school (when my bff was in a different state and hers was in a different school) we spent a lot of time together, and during the summer she was the person I saw the most.

    And then there are two other friends who are likely to be mentioned, although I have to figure out how exactly to mention them. Both have LJs, but for some reason I feel odd saying "So I caught up on Merlin with <lj user> the other day," so. (It may have something to do with the fact I met them both offline, and think of them as [name] first and [lj name] second, but I'm not sure.) But yeah, they're both peeps I got into Merlin (and Arthur/Merlin), which I am exceedingly proud of. And... yeah, they may read this so I have no idea what to say.

    Why I Dislike Season Six(es)

    There are times when I'm lurking on a discussion, and somebody will say something about "I don't like [such and such]," and since I'm curious as to why, but too timid to actually ask, I go to their journal to see if they've written on it.

    So, if this happens to anybody else, and they wonder why I don't like season six of Supernatural and/or Doctor Who, well, you can read so here.

    Though first, I would like to state that I do not like squee-harshing. There are far worse things done in fandom, but I still don't like squee-harshing. So if you're a huge fan of either sixth season, and reading somebody discussing how they are very much not a fan would harsh your squee, please don't read this.

    That said...

    Why I Dislike Season Six of SupernaturalCollapse )

    Why I Dislike Season Six of Doctor WhoCollapse )

    the "I'm So Awesome!" meme

    taken from pocky_slash

    The "I'm so AWESOME" Meme!

    Guys, what is the best fic you've ever written? The one you wish you could show everyone you meet so they would know how awesome you are? Not the fic that's gone over best or gotten the best reviews, but the one that you reread, nodding your head and thinking, "Damn, I'm good!"

    Link me in the comments. I really want to know! It doesn't matter if I know the fandom. And tell your friends to come over and link theirs, too, or just do this in your own journal so I can ~*peruse*~.

    I'll start. [fic here]

    Now it's YOUR turn. Comment and tell me which one of your fics is just THE MOST FUCKING AWESOME EVER. Go! Go! Go!
    In fandom, I generally try and operate under a "do what you wish others would do," and since I like it when others post general wish lists they want, I decided to make my own.

    general likes, then general requests, then specific requests, then the things I do not wantCollapse )
    A silence slithers in, and it is only after it has settled that Arthur remembers to say: “I’m sorry.”

    “Yeah. Me too.”

    “Um.” Arthur tries to think. “Will… I hear he was a good friend of yours.”

    “He was the first person outside of my mother who knew I was a wizard,” Merlin says quietly. “He was the first person I told.”

    “Oh. …Wow.”

    “It’s always difficult, that first person. It’s a big step, you know? It’s almost like-“ He waves his hands vaguely. “Almost like you’re telling yourself too. Like it’s real now.”

    “But you’re born with magic, right?” Arthur asks. “So it’s always been real.”

    “I mean…” Merlin shrugs. “Yes. Of course. But now it’s like there’s an alibi, almost…? An affirmation of sorts. Like, you’re less alone.”

    “An alibi…”

    “Look, I was young, and I didn’t have a clue, okay? I was a small-town boy in a big city. It was… ” Merlin shrugs again, a little more desperately. “I don’t know. Will was there, and he was someone who can say, ‘I know what’s going on and it’s okay’. Someone who’s loyal to you and you can be loyal to. You know what I mean?”

    Arthur nods, smiling faintly. “That’s important.”

    “Yeah,” Merlin says softly. “Yeah, it is.”

    A Lever and a Place to Stand

    and now I talk about being trans and my sisterCollapse )

    "I wish the ring had never come to me...I wish none of this had happened."

    "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case, you also were meant to have it... and that is an encouraging thought."

    Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
    J. R. R. Tolkien

    Taken from the movie, rather from the book, but, well, I like the film version better.

        Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, or course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring! " And they'll say: "Yes, that's one of my favourite stories. Frodo was very brave. wasn't he, dad?" "Yes, my boy, the famousest of the hobbits, and that's saying a lot."'
        'It's saying a lot too much,' said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh from his heart. Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to Middle-earth. To Sam suddenly it seemed as if all the stones were listening and the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again. 'Why, Sam,' he said, 'to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the story was already written. But you've left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the stouthearted. "I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn't they put in more of his talk, dad? That's what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam, would he, dad? "'
        'Now, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam, 'you shouldn't make fun. I was serious.'
        'So was I,' said Frodo.

    Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
    J. R. R. Tolkien

    “Why aren’t you falling over?” Ellen asked Anna.

    Anna snickered, looking at the wobbling, chuckling Castiel. “He’s a wimp, that’s why. Nerdy little Cas. If we’d had a childhood, I’d have called him that.”

    “He’s practically twice your size right now,” Ellen said disbelievingly.

    “It’s the order that counts,” Anna said, and winked at Ellen downright suggestively.

    “You okay there, Cas?” Dean asked from where he was kneeling in front of the angel.

    Castiel shrugged hard enough to nearly fall down. “I feel fine, Dean,” he said as Dean righted him again and turned a pleading look at Ellen.

    “I’m too old for your charms, Winchester,” Ellen stated, only to hesitate and lean back. “Well, I’ll take Anna off your hands. She looks less likely to vomit in your car.”

    “Ah, gross,” Dean complained.

    “Your angels, your responsibility,” Ellen said.

    Anna frowned at her. “I’m not his, Castiel is.”

    “It’s true,” Castiel said solemnly, nodding with a very big sweep of his head. “But Dean doesn’t belong to anyone.”

    “Aaaanyone,” Anna agreed.

    Castiel nodded again, and turned to give the man in front of him an excited look. “Did you know Mother Nature’s a single woman, Dean?”

    “She’s going to teach every angel to rearrange the sky,” Anna added. “And then help all the women find the perfect guy.”

    “Let me guess,” Dean said dryly. “It’s raining men.”

    “Hallelujah,” Ellen finished.

    She Taught Every Angel To Rearrange The Sky

    I will admit it: I love the song "It's Raining Men." There is something about it that is just so happy, and enthusiastic, and so catchy.

    {hundred things} passage xxx: Carpooling

    The problem then became that Castiel had stopped talking to Dean, and was now made aware once again of Crowley’s presence in the car. He managed to deal with this insult to his heavenly nature for about fifteen minutes. Then:

    “Stop that!"

    "Stop what?"

    "Stop. It. I haven't bloody done anything!” Crowley snapped.

    “I don’t recall ever saying otherwise.”

    “Then stop it!”

    “I am not doing anything.”

    “Yes, you—fucking ow! See?! Stop that!” Crowley looked with appealing eyes at Dean. “Tell your angel to keep his wings to himself!”

    Dean raised an eyebrow into the rear view mirror. “His wings? Cas, what are you doing?”

    “Nothing purposefully,” Castiel said evenly. “I am simply having difficulties keeping my wings within my vessel at all times nowadays. It’s a result of my exile from the Host, I’m afraid.”

    “Bullshit. That is bullshit,” Crowley hissed. “You’re deliberately poking me, and it burns, you bastard.”


    {hundred things} passage xxx: Fight Club

    The mechanic says, "If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, you father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?"

    This is all Tyler Durden dogma. Scrawled on bits of paper while I was asleep and given to me to type and photocopy at work. I've heard it all. Even my boss has probably read it all."

    "What you end up doing," the mechanic says, "is you spend your life searching for a father and God."

    What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn"t like you.Collapse )

    Fight Club
    Chuck Palahniuk

    Yes some of this was copy&pasted from an old book review entry [10.6.11]Collapse )

    {hundred things} passage 100: Cannery Row

    How can the poem and the stink and the grating
    noise--the quality of light, the tone, the habit and
    the dream--be set down alive? When you collect
    marine animals there are certain flat worms so
    delicate that they are almost impossible to capture
    whole, for they break and tatter under the touch.
    You must let them ooze and crawl of their own will
    onto a knife blade and then lift them gently into
    your bottle of sea water. And perhaps that might
    be the way to write this book--to open the pages
    and to let the stories crawl in by themselves.

    Cannery Row
    John Steinbeck

    {hundred things} passage xxx: A Single Man

    He crosses the front room, which he calls his study, and comes down the staircase. The stairs turn a corner; they are narrow and steep. You can touch both handrails with your elbows, and you have to bend your head, even if, like George, you are only five eight. This is a tightly planned little house. He often feels protected by its smallness; there is hardly room enough here to feel lonely.
    Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space...Collapse )

    A Single Man
    Christopher Isherwood

    Spoiler/caveat: I saw the film before I read the novel, and I do prefer the film.Collapse )

    Five Acts Meme, round seven - it's back!

    now hosted by heeroluva
    (I will never stop loving this macro)

    The Rules:
    - Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks/tropes to read about. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
    - Link to your list in the master post.
    - Read other people's lists.
    - Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
    - Enjoy.
    - Round Seven will last Nov 28 - Dec 5

    My ListCollapse )

    My FandomsCollapse )

    Written By Me:
    » Avengers (XMFC), Tony/Jarvis, Tony+Charles, AU, communication issues for jaune_chat
    and working on seven more



    Wimbledon in Budapest
    A week after the newly-elected British Prime Minister reveals himself as an alien bent on world domination, newly-minted SHIELD Agent Natasha Romanoff is sent to Budapest, where she's assigned to the Londoner medical student who can save them all. It'd be easier if Agent Sitwell wasn't breathing over her shoulder (and if Barton wasn't breathing over the other), but she can tolerate it, as long as they don't get in her way.
    Avengers-Doctor Who, Natasha Romanoff, Martha Jones, Clint Barton, 13.5k, PG13
    at ienublu


    aurilly, organic_goat, ladyknightanka, you are all superstars and I love you.

    eta: and guys I have a fanmix now. I cannot stop flailing.

    And I also have only gotten an hour and a half worth of sleep in the past thirty-three hours and I am going to pass out now. Dear LiveJournal: kindly do not fuck anything up while I'm asleep.

    what is life

    ...yeah, I don't even know what to say. I took a brief hiatus after my last entry (over a month ago wtf), and life... is life. It's been good, it's been mostly bad, school is not going that well for me, but if I've gone through one significant change the past few years (other than the obvious), it's that I don't let myself get worked up over every little thing, and just let things be, because everything's in a constant state of change. Things are awesome? Awesome, I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Things are shit? Whatever, it'll pass.

    I don't know how much I've talked about it on LJ, but SisterEldest and TheNiece moved in back in May, and I can comfortably say that I quite dislike them being here. TheNiece is sixteen months old, and noisy, and I spend most of my time at home holed up in my room, because I do not like noisy.

    I'm happy that it's October, I'm happy that the weather is getting cooler, I'm happy I've got a killer leather jacket that actually makes me look (or at least feel) attractive, I'm happy I've got the single greatest beta ever, I'm happy I bought brussels sprouts at a bargain the other day.

    There are a lot of things I need to do, a lot of things I want to do, and it'll all work itself out, eventually.


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