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?” )

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 )

My Yuletide Recs, sorted by fandom!

( 18 fandoms, 19 recs )

Any stories absolutely missing from my list? Let me know! I could always use more to read.

- Frea

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 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. 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.

Title: Miracle
For: 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.” )

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 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.

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( 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. )

Go with God, Secret Santa Project. You are now out of my hands.

...meep.

Finally rounding out my Austen education by getting through Northanger Abbey. I have attempted this book many times, but it always failed to grab me. Last night I picked it up because I’m doing a Twitter book club with some Downton friends and 100 pages later, my eyes were drooping closed but I just wanted to keep reading. Why do I always forget that there is fascinating banter to be had in Austen novels? Banter, my ultimate weakness! With charming and 19th century dialogue! Ugh, so good.

Today is going to be an interesting test of willpower because I’m avoiding Twitter (and about to add Tumblr to my list). The tragedy in Connecticut is abhorrent and visceral and my heart goes out to everybody affected: children, teachers, parents, the community. I don’t think it’ll do me any good to listen to people tweet angrily into the ether, however, so just stepping away is the best option.

Also, I sold my Canon. I’ll miss the camera (the white balance button on the body instead of buried in the menu was handy, lemme tell you), but it’s been doing nothing but gathering dust because I have Nikon glass and no adapter. Speaking of things that are gathering dust, is anybody interested in purchasing an iPad 2 (wifi only, great condition, price about $300)? I realized that it’s been sitting in my laptop case for three weeks without power, and that is probably a sign that I could just use the $300 for my trip next fall.

Speaking of cameras, it’s roughly five months until my sister’s wedding. If I’m going to be a respectable wedding photographer, I should probably start learning to pose people or something. Perhaps I should take a class or attend a seminar. Sigh. Also I need to find an all-black outfit and a beret (that was their request: I could get out of being a bridesmaid, provided I wore all black, a beret, and took the pictures. Every time I think I’m about to do something crazy, I just have to remember that this is my family).