frea_o: (Maria Hill)
Title: The Horrible Hawkeye Essay
Fandom: Hawkeye
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop
Word Count: 364
Summary: Clint whines. Natasha makes him do it anyway.
Author’s Notes: I had an open prompt night on my Tumblr and I’m archiving some of the stories here. The prompt was to write any of my characters having difficulty with a writing assignment. This is what happened.

“Why does Coulson even need to know about things like childhood pets? Mine were elephants because of the circus. That’s not that interesting. ‘When I was nine, my pet was Bobo the elephant. He was big and gray. I liked him but he smacked me with his trunk. The end.’” )

Title: The Magic of Tumblr
Fandom: Captain Marvel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairings: Carol/Jess
Characters: Carol Danvers, Jessica Drew, Natasha Romanoff
Word Count: 281
Summary: Carol and Jess introduce Natasha to something very, very complicated.

“Who else is going to send you fourteen asks about bathing products?” )

Title: Girls’ Night
Fandom: Chuck, The Avengers
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Characters: Carina Miller, Jane Foster, Sarah Walker, Lady Sif
Word Count: 340
Summary: Four very unlikely friends meet up for a girls’ night. It probably won’t end well.

“Is this not a feast we celebrate tonight? I wore my finest helm.” She tapped the silver at her brow. “Was I not supposed to do that?” )

Title: The Rocketeerman
Fandom: The Avengers, The Rocketeer
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Cliff Secord
Word Count: 434
Summary: Natasha is captured by Loki. Cliff is about to die saving her. Tony Stark is not helping.
Author’s Notes: I think somebody typo’d, but I’m an awful person that couldn’t resist.

Tony couldn’t decide if the more impressive thing about him was the streamlined gold helm—with the rather large dent in it—he wore or the rocket pack strapped to his back, but either way: “Seriously?” )
frea_o: (Chuck)
Chuck and Greater Stuff )

Now on to the meat of the post: I didn’t make resolutions for 2013. Resolutions, I feel, should be between you and your conscience, so I was disgusted to have mine from 2011 thrown in my face by a total stranger. I’d love to see some great things happen this year to people I love and people I know, I’d love to watch some awesome movies, read some wonderful stories, and make fantastic memories. But that’s as far as I’ll go with resolutions.

Now, a look at the year 2012 in writing and other stuff, as best my memory goes:

January - March )

April - August )

September - December )

Looking back on 2012, I made so many good friendships, met so many awesome people, got the chance to write some fun stories, and experienced some wonderful things. It had its down moments, but it had its good times, too. And I think I’ll choose to remember more of the good than the bad this year.

Some Statistics )

What a good year. Here’s to 2013! And another 1k a day year, I guess!

- Frea
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
2012 draws to a close, so here are some memes to celebrate it in its final breaths.  Memes stolen from my friend sabra_n. Man, it would be so cool if I knew how to do dreamdwidth tags.

I don't know where #6 went, either. )

the most depressing 2012 survey you'll read )
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Title: Night at the City Museum
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Avengers
Warnings: Violence, language, insanity, puns.
Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Summary: A curse hits the City Museum in St. Louis. Luckily for absolutely nobody, the Avengers are on the scene to take care of it.
Length: 2039 words

“Grab Bruce and get down here, then,” Steve said. “The whale’s still causing trouble. It’s trying to eat Thor.” )

***

An explanation, of sorts )
frea_o: (Clintasha)
Have a lot of random ebooks to produce and release—I promised a Chuck vs. the Sound of Music II ebook, and I have some of my own to make—but I went ahead and started compiling an ebook of all of the stories/art posted in the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Secret Santa challenge. The entries have started going up and every single one is wonderful. I’ve preformatted it so that each entry will have its banner and I’ll be able to slot in the authors whenever the reveals are made.

Even better than all of them (sorry, I’m vain!), though, is the one that my lovely person wrote for me, which has everything I never knew I wanted (Sleeping Beauty!Clint, Natasha being a BAMF and talking to Maria Hill with reasons and logic!, the Scarlet Witch!, kissing in car trunks!). Seriously, you should go read it here and shower the writer with compliments. I am inordinately jealous because I have never been able to write kissing very well, and this person just excels. **huggles fic**

How strange is life when you’re able to send your mother Yuletide recs? I’m, uh, asking for a friend.

Still have not seen Les Mis. I have Fandango Cash to see it because my dad got Bourne Legacy for Christmas (that was fun; I fell asleep on the couch on Christmas morning and woke to explosions and SURPRISE RENNER) and there was an offer on the box, but I just haven’t made it to a theater yet. [livejournal.com profile] sabra_n might actually try to strangle me if I don’t go soon, though.

The news is showing something that looks like it’s about the production of bullets. I looked up and thought that all of that gold meant it was Reese’s peanut butter cups (you know, the little ones you get at Halloween) and got really nervous, but whew. Just bullets.

Hey, messing with my miniature Reese’s cups is fighting words.
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
Title: Miracle
For: [livejournal.com profile] anuna_81
Rating: PG-13, warnings for violence, pregnancy, sex, etc. baby-fic!
Fandom: Avengers
Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Summary: She’s not a woman that believes in miracles, but a mission in Antigua leads to some very surprising consequences for two of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.
Length: 2902 words

Another entry in the "Fic and Dash" pool for the day. This one was supposed to be a lot shorter than it turned out to be. Happy Christmas Eve!

***


“Stranger things have happened, Agent Romanoff.” “No,” Natasha says. “No, they haven’t.” )
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
Title: Talking like Peter Lorre
For: [livejournal.com profile] crazy4orcas
Rating: PG, warnings for circle of life stuff and animals eating other animals
Fandom: Avengers
Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Clint has a very important question for fellow zoologist, Dr. Natasha Romanoff.
Length: 1054 words

So today because it's Christmas Eve and Christmas Eve is awesome, I am going to try and do some "Fic and Dash" things for random people on my f-list. Muhahahahahahahahahaha. First up, [livejournal.com profile] crazy4orcas! Happy Christmas!!!

***


Change of plans. Get in your gear. Dr. Romanoff needs a buddy. )
frea_o: (Maria Hill)
Title: Badge and Shield
Word Count: 1,575 words
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Avengers
Pairings (if any) : Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Maria Hill/Steve Rogers
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): Sexism, violence, action, mentions of rape (this is an umbrella warning for the universe), homicide, suicide, pretty much everything cops deal with.
Summary: Maria Hill knows that when people look at her, they see “woman.” Followed by “bitch” or “cop” or even “bitch cop.” Or: the one where Peggy Carter and Maria Hill work on the gang task force and are awesome partner detectives.
Notes: So [livejournal.com profile] anuna_81 wrote an awesome little start of a series where Clint is a single father and a cop and Natasha’s a dance teacher (which you can’t read unless you’re friends with her, so you’ll have to take my word: it’s fantastic). The rest of the Avengers fit in the police situation somehow (I’m not entirely sure how, except that Tony is Clint’s partner and they’re very Tango and Cash), and somehow or other, our comments got around to talking about where Maria Hill and Peggy Carter fit. Then I imagined them as buddy cops and this little ficlet was born in the comments.

I regret nothing.

***


She sees the way the dealers eye the two of them when Carter puts the sedan in park, but it doesn’t particularly bother her. )
frea_o: (I'll Be an Elf)
I had the most godawful migraine this morning (to the point where food was one of those things that happened to other people, not me), but I’ve since managed to kick it. I think. My head feels a little padded and cottony, like it’s stuffed full of something, but since I’m not actively whimpering, I don’t caaaaaare.

My condolences to my beta reader, who is only halfway through my Secret Santa story and has miles to go before he sleeps. When he received it, I think I heard a faint, helpless bleat from his direction. I hope his tears are warm comfort to him as he falls asleep every night.

Maybe I should buy him a Christmas gift or something.

winter and my dog )

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] inkvoices for my awesome new icon. It’s one of those “You had to be there to get it” things, but I adore it like nothing else. **huggles it**

Also, here are a couple of icons I made:

||
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
DONE. MIC DROP.
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
Was messing around in photoshop tonight creating some graphics for one of my comms and I decided to randomly try out making ornaments for Black Widow and Hawkeye.

Then the obsession grew.
ornaments-color 
You can see the full set in higher res on my Tumblr.
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
Finished Cold Days last night and I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that happened. I enjoy Jim Butcher books for the sheer moving hysteria of them. Like, the majority of this book took place over something like 30 hours and it was crazy how much stuff happened to Harry.

And no, I’m not just talking about his penchant for getting hit in the head with baseball bats. Which happens amusingly often.

Butmassive spoilers about Cold Days that OMG WHAT THE WHAT )

Also, saw Looper last night. I’ve been following the film pretty closely, so I knew something of what I should expect, but it was obvious that the people next to me did not. When the credits started rolling, they were like, “Well, not recommending that to anyone ever!” Meanwhile, two seats away, I’m grinning because seriously, what a neat film. It bends your brain a little and I called a lot of the major things, but it kept me on my toes and you really, really can’t go wrong with Emily Blunt OR Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

I need to kick this headache and get to writing because this cracky story is not going to write itself. And then I get to write a story with Tony Stark as the protagonist, which will be a first for me!
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
Since it’s Friday and I read a hilarious message board short story about time travel, I thought I’d gather a few fics where the characters communicate through digital means. Some are oldies-but-goodies, there are multiple fandoms represented, and I am not being mature at all because the first story involves dickbombing.*

Technology! It's a help...right? )


*Sheeeeeeeeit am I glad my grandmother doesn’t have the link to this journal.
frea_o: (Olivia Smiling)
I love my parents. Mom sent an email this morning (called and woke me up to let me know she’d sent it) from her trip. The picture was titled “the avenger’s [sic] and us,” so I clicked, thinking she’d found some sort of massive advertisement for the Avengers and they’d posed like Iron Man and the Black Widow respectively because, guys, my parents are dorks.

Nope. It’s them in front of a random shawarma place in London. According to Mom, Dad “really likes shawarma” (she called the second picture “Iron Man,” which is of Dad eating shawarma). I’ll have to make sure we make it out to the Pita Pit more often.

Halfway through Cold Days. I suspect I would have quite a few more thoughts about it than I do right now if I weren’t in a fog of sleep deprivation. cut for minor spoilers about Cold Days )

I’m not to the part I’m really looking forward to yet (but I hope that part is coming) but I will have more coherent thoughts later on.

Edited to Add: Talk of shawarma has inspired me to go to the Greek cafe for lunch with my sister.
frea_o: (Clintasha)
DONE.

Well, okay, not really. I still have roughly a chapter and a half left to write on this project, but I crossed the finish line with precisely 50,000 words (I validated at 49,987 and wrote 13 words to get myself across), so I have the purple bar and can now say I’ve won all but one Nanowrimo done. Lost myself writing a rather lengthy and complicated fight scene. I complain about them, but when the muse is working with me, they’re the easiest things in the world to write for some reason.

Of course, then I reread them and panic, but hey, you can’t have everything.

But I have won, and I am pleased, and now I am going to read Cold Days and drink celebratory shots with etoiline because we survived a month of sickness, health, stress, and writing, and it’s OVER.

Word Count: 50,000 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 13
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 14

PS - Editing to add this pretty little thing:
Nanowrimo Winner Thing
frea_o: (Steve and Thor Evil Again)
For the past three weeks, my mom and I have had a string of work emails going back and forth with the subject “BANTHAPUG.” To be fair, we did start out discussing pugs, but somehow we’re talking about tickets to the Tran-Siberian Orchestra now. There was a pit stop for Lartist’s It’s Star Wars, Charlie Brown drawing, discussion about me adopting a pit bull, and a lot of hairless cats.

So very close to done with both my Secret Santa project and Nanowrimo. Did some catching up yesterday, but still have miles to go before I sleep. I think sticking to one project for two thirds of Nanowrimo helped me feel the spirit of it. It’s not a 50k novel on its own, but I did have to go through the five act structure, build to a climax, and I’ll have to include a denouement. My original plan for Nanowrimo, looking back, was a little bit nuts. Finishing four stories meant four satisfying conclusions. Given the varying nature of the four I picked (bank heist, spy comedy, serious turn of the century, kid fic), I might have walked away feeling more than a trifle bipolar.

So now I have three stories to finish up in December. Nanowrimo doesn’t truly end.

Wrote a scene that surprised me last night. Also, I keep forgetting that Coulson is in my story, which will probably get me lynched by the angry Coulson fans.

Whoops.

Word Count: 45,927 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 11
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 12
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Less than 7k to go. Something like 6.8k or whatnot, which is about how many words it’ll take me to finish this story. I couldn’t have planned that better if I’d tried (and I do generally plan my stories. I don’t write to hit word counts, I write to hit scenes).

Went to a write-in last night, where there was merriment and only a slight trace of desperation. You can tell that the lack of sleep is getting to people, thanks to caffeine jitters in the hands and the dark circles under the eyes. I finished a chapter, and it occurred to me that this story is a bit like a video game where the objectives are for Natasha to befriend the other Avengers. Achievement level Tony unlocked!

(I figure by this point, it’s going to be super-obvious which Secret Santa gift is mine, so I’m not bothering to hide)

Mom called me and asked me to do research into procuring Tran-Siberian Orchestra tickets for Chelsea and Bro-IL-to-be, and I pouted at her that she’d stolen my Christmas gift idea for Van. Then she really did steal my gift idea by buying Van’s ticket herself. Oh, Mom.

That’s okay. I’ll buy him some nice comic book markers or something.

One of my wonderful readers rec’d The Abbey on [livejournal.com profile] het_reccersyesterday. It led to me getting a few AO3 comments, a bunch of hits, and more people wanting a sequel. What a heartwarming thing for a Tuesday.

Less than 7k and then I can read Cold Days. Time to buckle down and write a few battles!

Word Count: 43,120 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 10
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 11
frea_o: (Natasha Are You Serious)
Only did about 500 words yesterday, which puts me somewhere around 5k behind right now. Pretty sure I’m supposed to be past 41k. My current word count is way behind that. Part of the problem was that I spent yesterday playing in Photoshop. I can’t show you the bat-crap crazy things I did to Clint or Natasha, either, as it has to do with Secret Santa.

But I really, really, really want to.

The 500 words I did get written were done while I was away from the computer with Photoshop, waiting for a movie to start at best friend (Lily-lai)’s house. Sister and I went over to play with Dragonlet and Lily-lai and we ended up going for pizza and to one of my favorite shops in the next town over. I bought some Christmas gifts for various people on my list. We had a pizza that was half “Green Lantern” and half “Socrates’ Revenge.” I couldn’t get past Socrates’ Revenge tasting like a fishtank, but the Green Lantern was delicious.

Goat cheese on pizza is the best.

After that, we watched One for the Money, which was a hilarious book but it lost a tiny bit in translation when it became a movie. That said, Katherine Heigl is oddly charming and definitely had the tough girl factor of Stephanie Plum down, in my opinion. Jason O’Mara was perfect as Morelli, too (Morelli being part of the reason I stopped reading the books). Movie started out terrible, but somewhere around the point where the grandma shot the turkey, we all started enjoying it.

I came home and stayed up late into the night not writing and photoshopping instead.

Current Word Count: 37,352
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 8
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 10
frea_o: (Clintasha)
If you’re playing the Frea drinking game, chug. I’ve added another chapter to my Secret Santa project. I skipped half a chapter because it’s an epic team-fight that I need some choreographers for (somebody please remind me to go back and suck it up and write that thing, will you?). This new chapter involves an unconventional friendship I haven’t seen much, so that’s a positive. I get negative in my whining, so I’m choosing to focus on the positive right now.

On a less positive front, I’m like 3k behind today’s (Saturday) word count. I’m hoping for five more chapters of this fic, which means it’ll get done right around the same time as Nanowrimo!

Hit up Black Friday with the best friend and the nephew, who gets better and better by the day. It got a little hectic in the main part of the mall, but I got a blender for my sis and bro-in-law-to-be that I think they’ll really like for their place. And I found a really great book for my brother when we were at Barnes and Noble, all because nephew pulled it off the shelf.

I need a cute blog name for him. I think maybe Dragonlet.

Anyway, Dragonlet has a funny habit where he drops things and goes, “Uh-oh!” He hasn’t put it together that saying, “Uh-oh!” is about accidents, so it just comes down to him being a little stinker. He has the smirk to go with it, too. Also, right now everything is “Puppy!”

When I got home, I did a Google hangout with my friend for a few hours while we both tried to catch up on word count. It was really fun because we were asking each other random questions throughout the night (“Is it Romanov family? Empire? Dynasty?”). But tomorrow I really need to buckle down and get this done.

Word Count: 36,818 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 8
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 10
frea_o: (Clintasha)
So some really big jerk or bored teenager has broken into my storage unit in my apartment. They smashed one of the old cameras I bought a garage sale, but left the skis that could be easily sold on eBay (which is kind of what I plan to do with them once I figure out how to get my hands on a box big enough to ship them). So...Happy Holidays, I guess.

Even though I stayed up late watching episodes of the The Colbert Report, I was out of bed at my normal time, which gave me time to edit a problematic scene before I headed to a write-in. I have discovered how much fun it is to write Natasha hitting things (and getting hit) while Jane figures out SCIENCE at speeds too fast for speech.

Our Sunday write-ins take place at a really neat Bread Co. restaurant. It’s a co-op, which means you pay as much for your food as you want. It’s always bustling and we’re regular fixtures there in November, which means the people that work there come over and talk to us (sometimes this can be a drawback because I had one worker randomly engage me in a conversation about Sturm and Drang and impressionism (I always thought S&D had to do with expressionism, but it turns out neither of us were right) while I was in the middle of an action scene). Today, one of the workers gave us the day old cookies they were going to throw out, so I’m currently nomming on cookies while I blog.

Also, just tallied my Secret Santa word count: 16,713 words. Good news! I’m halfway done! It’s so not going to fit into one post! Hope the mods are okay with that.

On Friday, I discovered a Greek mix artist, Robin Skouteris. I have had The Gang Bang Theory on replay through this entire chapter because it’s so perfect for this story.

Which should worry some people, I think.

- Frea

Word Count: 31, 956 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 5
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 6

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