I don't know, but I feel very Norma Desmond right now. /random
(I can't believe it took this long for Castiel/Miles to occur to me. I was typing up my list and it hit me suddenly and I realized there is no scenario in which that isn't awesome.)
Re: Doctor Who, River/Eleven, touchingozmissageOctober 16 2011, 03:47:18 UTC
This is so, so lovely. You capture the sheer epicness of this ship perfectly. And your Doctor voice! LOVE. I'm madly in love with this line: When night falls, she takes her blue book and flicks through it, devouring the memories. She remembers the Doctor's face and the strength of his wisdom and the burning of his anger: she remembers it all and she smiles. So perfect.
New Girl, Nick/Jess, touchingceridweyn_linOctober 14 2011, 23:34:26 UTC
I am supposed to be doing work right now, I think this show is doing things to me with all its twee. And this is more than one comment, so um yeah.
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In November (which should be a good month, full of sweet potatoes and leaves and eating all of the food), Caroline breaks up with her boyfriend and, three hours later like some sort of timely evil womanly woman, calls Nick.
"Oh no," Schmidt says. "This is not good. This is not good at all. That girl is a ruiner, Jess, do you hear me, she will ruin things"Um," Jess says, and "okay, I remember what happened at that wedding, that was not good, but I thought he was over her
( ... )
Re: New Girl, Nick/Jess, touchingceridweyn_linOctober 14 2011, 23:34:41 UTC
"Is that better?" Jess asks, fully (for the record) intending to follow it up with a nice pat on the arm/head, depending on the angle he returns to slump at.
"Almost," Nick says, and his eyes go kinda weird, kind of dark and smoldery, wow. She did kind of press her boobs up against him, but it was a totally platonic roommatey hug, not a sexy hug. What's even a component of a sexy hug? Grinding? This mood change is actual factual giving her whiplash.
"You're-- you're holding onto my arm," Jess says, but that's not the entire truth cause he's stroking it, rubbing his thumb over the inside of her wrist, and she's starting to get all tingly and bubbly inside.
"Yeah," Nick says, "I am," and then he grabs her other arm and pulls and look at that, she is sitting in his lap
( ... )
Re: New Girl, Nick/Jess, touchingozmissageOctober 16 2011, 03:52:13 UTC
DUDE.
DUDE.
I am flailing so much right now, you have no idea. You nailed the tone of the show with this and all of the voices are so perfect. I don't know what I love more: Jess and her holiday love or Nick with his raspy voice or your freaking gorgeous Winston characterization.
Basically, I LOVE ALL THE THINGS. Thank you so, so much for this! *squees*
Be Careful What You Wish For: Lost/SPN pre-Juliet/Dean, Juliet/Sam; Scars, Clothes, Good girl, PG-13primarycolors92October 15 2011, 08:37:30 UTC
A/N: Juliet walks into a bar. A "what if?" with only two scenarios.
When Juliet finally decides it’s time to fuck someone other than her soon-to-be ex-husband, it’s not really her shiniest moment. The slow burn of humiliation eats away at her self-control until all she can think about is fucking not-Edmund, a man with real calluses from real work, a man who doesn’t wear a suit and doesn’t reek of watered-down cologne and doesn’t like at Juliet like she’s less than nothing.
She goes to a bar she’s never been, a place where women who dress like Juliet are supposed to clutch their purses and dart their eyes into every corner. Juliet goes straight from work, silk chiffon blouse and knee-length skirt and sensible pumps (lets her hair down as a concession to vanity, the hair Edmund first claimed to love and later pressured her to cut short).
I.It’s a calculated gambit, a move sure to draw attention in a place like this, but it’s also a rebellion (Juliet is reclaiming the pieces of her life, one by one, and this is just another
( ... )
Re: Be Careful What You Wish For: Lost/SPN pre-Juliet/Dean, Juliet/Sam; Scars, Clothes, Good girl, PozmissageOctober 16 2011, 03:55:50 UTC
I...I HAVE NO WORDS. This is flawless. Juliet, Sam, Dean-- I think my heart exploded with joy. This bit is stunning and achy and so Juliet it hurts: She leaves without finishing her drink, tipping double what she wants to and twisting her fingers around the straps of her purse and listening to the solid click of her heels against the dirty bar floor and thinking,
ground was lost, here.
Then this happened and I completely lost it:
here’s a man sitting two stools down who’s really more of a boy, tall and in need of a haircut. He’s reading a newspaper, an incongruity, and when his eyes flicker in Juliet’s direction the deep brown hits her sweet spot, low in the stomach.
Perfect fic is perfect. Thank you so much for this. <333
Re: asoiaf, jon/sam, touching + a bit of scars kink, hard pg13-ish or r-ishozmissageOctober 16 2011, 04:02:00 UTC
YOU WROTE ME JON/SAM. *squees*
Oh man, this is so lovely. I adore the way you write the boys. They're so sweet together and Sam's so earnest it makes my heart ache. I love this bit: Running his nails over the burn, sometimes pressing his lips over it; it isn’t as if he enjoys it more than the rest, but Jon’s eyes become dark grey whenever he does it, and Sam likes that look. Jon always looks as if something haunts him, but he never does when his eyes turn that shade. Gorgeous.
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I don't know, but I feel very Norma Desmond right now. /random
(I can't believe it took this long for Castiel/Miles to occur to me. I was typing up my list and it hit me suddenly and I realized there is no scenario in which that isn't awesome.)
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Thank you so much for this! <333
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In November (which should be a good month, full of sweet potatoes and leaves and eating all of the food), Caroline breaks up with her boyfriend and, three hours later like some sort of timely evil womanly woman, calls Nick.
"Oh no," Schmidt says. "This is not good. This is not good at all. That girl is a ruiner, Jess, do you hear me, she will ruin things"Um," Jess says, and "okay, I remember what happened at that wedding, that was not good, but I thought he was over her ( ... )
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"Is that better?" Jess asks, fully (for the record) intending to follow it up with a nice pat on the arm/head, depending on the angle he returns to slump at.
"Almost," Nick says, and his eyes go kinda weird, kind of dark and smoldery, wow. She did kind of press her boobs up against him, but it was a totally platonic roommatey hug, not a sexy hug. What's even a component of a sexy hug? Grinding? This mood change is actual factual giving her whiplash.
"You're-- you're holding onto my arm," Jess says, but that's not the entire truth cause he's stroking it, rubbing his thumb over the inside of her wrist, and she's starting to get all tingly and bubbly inside.
"Yeah," Nick says, "I am," and then he grabs her other arm and pulls and look at that, she is sitting in his lap ( ... )
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DUDE.
I am flailing so much right now, you have no idea. You nailed the tone of the show with this and all of the voices are so perfect. I don't know what I love more: Jess and her holiday love or Nick with his raspy voice or your freaking gorgeous Winston characterization.
Basically, I LOVE ALL THE THINGS. Thank you so, so much for this! *squees*
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When Juliet finally decides it’s time to fuck someone other than her soon-to-be ex-husband, it’s not really her shiniest moment. The slow burn of humiliation eats away at her self-control until all she can think about is fucking not-Edmund, a man with real calluses from real work, a man who doesn’t wear a suit and doesn’t reek of watered-down cologne and doesn’t like at Juliet like she’s less than nothing.
She goes to a bar she’s never been, a place where women who dress like Juliet are supposed to clutch their purses and dart their eyes into every corner. Juliet goes straight from work, silk chiffon blouse and knee-length skirt and sensible pumps (lets her hair down as a concession to vanity, the hair Edmund first claimed to love and later pressured her to cut short).
I.It’s a calculated gambit, a move sure to draw attention in a place like this, but it’s also a rebellion (Juliet is reclaiming the pieces of her life, one by one, and this is just another ( ... )
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ground was lost, here.
Then this happened and I completely lost it:
here’s a man sitting two stools down who’s really more of a boy, tall and in need of a haircut. He’s reading a newspaper, an incongruity, and when his eyes flicker in Juliet’s direction the deep brown hits her sweet spot, low in the stomach.
Perfect fic is perfect. Thank you so much for this. <333
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Oh man, this is so lovely. I adore the way you write the boys. They're so sweet together and Sam's so earnest it makes my heart ache. I love this bit: Running his nails over the burn, sometimes pressing his lips over it; it isn’t as if he enjoys it more than the rest, but Jon’s eyes become dark grey whenever he does it, and Sam likes that look. Jon always looks as if something haunts him, but he never does when his eyes turn that shade. Gorgeous.
Thank you so much! <3
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