Marvel: Hawkeye And Anklebiter

Title: Hawkeye and Anklebiter
Rating: G
Summary: Clint wants to give his kid the world. Isobel's not complicated; she'll settle for a couple of superheroes and a train set.
Notes: Dr Kara requested "Single-dad Clint/Coulson" and while I'd seen Coulson as a dad in fanfic, I'd never seen Clint, so.
Warnings: Very brief mentions of PTSD and child abuse. Less brief mentions of grief and mourning.

I'm not sure really how to mention this without spoiling, but uh. There's a happy ending, ok? Happy ending. Keep it in mind.

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My mum has a book of inspirational readings, one a day so that you can read one every morning and live a positive life. I don't question.

This morning, though, I glanced over while she was reading and saw a large quote on a blank page -- Neil Degrasse Tyson: "I love the smell of the universe in the morning" superimposed over grass wet with dew.

Me: I'm pretty sure that's not quite as serenity-inducing as they think it is.
Mum: How so?
Me: I believe he's intentionally misquoting Apocalypse Now. The original word for "universe" is "napalm".
Mum: that would be pretty inspirational too, I suppose, just not quite in the same direction.

My family got a second dog, Longhorn, another chihuahua. I never really got on with our first chihuahua, Holstein, in part because his opening salvo in our relationship was to sneak into my room, steal a pair of underwear from my suitcase, and parade it around the living room. But I'm beginning to think Holstein's just an asshole, because Longhorn is charming. He's the only dog I've ever met who will do the "makin biscuits" thing cats do, kneading you with their paws, and if you blow in his face he'll put a paw on your mouth to stop you.

He will actually fetch, rather than glare at you like "I was playing with that toy, dickhead" the way Holstein will. Also he adores me and wants to spend all his time sitting next to me or climbing on my shoulders. Cowboy spends most of his time sleeping and glaring, like the sullen emo teenager he is.

MEANWHILE: FANFIC.

Title: Hawkeye and Anklebiter
Rating: PG
Summary: Clint wants to give his kid the world. Isobel's not complicated; she'll settle for a couple of superheroes and a train set.
Notes: Dr Kara requested "Single-dad Clint/Coulson" and while I'd seen Coulson as a dad in fanfic, I'd never seen Clint, so.
Warnings: Very brief mentions of PTSD and child abuse. Less brief mentions of grief and mourning.

Here at AO3.

This fanfic is currently only available at AO3, as Dreamwidth refuses to post it.

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It struck me today that I never reviewed The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. Part of the reason I forgot about it is that I didn't really stop reading it so much as just kind of peter out.

I think the problem is that The Night Circus is a rather tedious book based around a truly fantastic idea. The concept of the book is that an entertainer around the turn of the last century decides to create the most magical, mysterious circus in the world, the Night Circus. What he doesn't realise is that among the contortionists and lion-tamers and acrobats, he has hired two people who work real magic: the circus manager and the circus magician. The manager and the magician are locked in a competition forced upon them, the manager by his guardian and the magician by her biological father.

( Spoilers. )

Final Verdict: Well, for what it's worth, I didn't finish the book. It had some enjoyable moments, and the one character I liked was engaging enough that I was pissed when bad things happened to him, but I didn't care enough to keep reading, which...well. Maybe it's just not to my taste. I think the book's worth picking up in a library to see if you like it, because I have different tastes from a lot of people, but I just couldn't finish it.