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Jul. 30th, 2013 10:03 amI totally forgot to post reccs last Friday, and I have a ton, so HERE. HAVE SOME FANFIC RECCS. :D
Avengers:
The Ballad of Captain America's Disapproving Face by Cluegirl: G, Gen. Inspired by a quote of mine, "If you can't tell Captain America what you're up to, you probably shouldn't be doing it", Clue filked a song to the tune of The Ballad of Lizzie Borden. AND I LAUGHED MY FACE OFF.
Now I won't say Cap's infallible, or that he's always right
He's temperamental, judgey, and dear God, the man's uptight...
Lost You In The Starlight, Found You By The Streetlight by malfaisant: Explicit, Tony Stark/Peter Quill. Tony manages not to drink alcohol in an alien bar; instead he drinks liquid aphrodesiac. Good call, Tony. It's a funny, sexy story; you may not follow it 100% if you're not reading Guardians of the Galaxy, but I think it's done well enough that you can get the gist.
“Sorry, just, you’re nothing like I was expecting,” he said, after he finally stopped laughing. “You know, Iron Man, founding Avenger, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? I was thinking every one of you’d be like Captain America or something.”
“You’d be surprised. Now tell me what I just drank three glasses of and how likely is it to kill me?”
Because I Don't Want To Sleep With You by mooseman13579: Pg-13ish, Clint/Various. Clint accidentally lets slip to Kate the fact that he once had sex with a Doombot. Kate reacts to this about as appropriately as we all would expect. This was inspired by my account of the time Clint had sex with a Doombot, and it made me lol. Mooseman has also written the amusing How Much Is That In Beaver Pelts? about Wolverine being recruited to the Avengers.
"So have you been secretly humping Vision when no one’s looking?" Kate laughs. “Maybe pay Tony to look the other way while you hump the suit for half an hour?"
Clint frowns disapprovingly, an expression spoiled by the brown fingerprints all across his face. “That’s it, no more story time."
Welcome To Night Vale:
Welcome to Night Vale fandom just exploded, as some of you are probably noticing and scratching your heads over. For those who are curious, it's a podcast based on the premise of a fictional community-radio show broadcasting from and for the town of Night Vale, which is every Roswellian conspiracy theory and Lovecraftian horror novel ever, rolled into one little desert community. It's a horror/satire mix, and while I have my issues with it I've found it generally enjoyable.
Face For Radio by sabinlagrande: G, Carlos/Cecil. Carlos and Cecil had to think very carefully before getting hitched, because marriage in Night Vale isn't like marriage anywhere else. I think this is clever and very prettily written, and I like the interactions between two people we really still don't know that well...
"It's a big commitment, getting a huge neck tattoo," Carlos points out. "I mean, if you wanted to get another job, or if Station Management found out-"
"I work in radio," Cecil says patiently.
a love song for schrödinger by pathopharmacology: Teen and Up, Carlos/Cecil. When an angel stops him in the produce aisle to ask him to confirm reality, Carlos obliges. It's a sweet, terrifying slice of life in Night Vale.
The angel’s smile is huge and white and beatific. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, and the angel’s delight crackles around them like electricity. With a weird pang in his sternum Carlos remembers how the air tasted those few seconds after he’d kissed Cecil the first time, the exquisite marvel of biology and shared breath.
James Bond:
Handle With Care by Winterhill: Teen and Up, Bond/Q. The entire agency is apparently very ambivalent about Bond dating Q, but Q is finding it hard to care even after nearly blowing himself up. I have never seen a James Bond film but I thoroughly enjoyed this, particularly the banter and the hurt/comfort.
“Dating Bond is a bad decision,” said Eve, as Q waited for the third of his his thrice-weekly meetings with M. “I hope you know this.”
“Hello Eve, how many spies have you got in my department?” asked Q, tapping his foot against the plush carpet.
“Parkour with Bond is an even worse decision,” she said. “Do you want to die?”
Avengers:
The Ballad of Captain America's Disapproving Face by Cluegirl: G, Gen. Inspired by a quote of mine, "If you can't tell Captain America what you're up to, you probably shouldn't be doing it", Clue filked a song to the tune of The Ballad of Lizzie Borden. AND I LAUGHED MY FACE OFF.
Now I won't say Cap's infallible, or that he's always right
He's temperamental, judgey, and dear God, the man's uptight...
Lost You In The Starlight, Found You By The Streetlight by malfaisant: Explicit, Tony Stark/Peter Quill. Tony manages not to drink alcohol in an alien bar; instead he drinks liquid aphrodesiac. Good call, Tony. It's a funny, sexy story; you may not follow it 100% if you're not reading Guardians of the Galaxy, but I think it's done well enough that you can get the gist.
“Sorry, just, you’re nothing like I was expecting,” he said, after he finally stopped laughing. “You know, Iron Man, founding Avenger, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? I was thinking every one of you’d be like Captain America or something.”
“You’d be surprised. Now tell me what I just drank three glasses of and how likely is it to kill me?”
Because I Don't Want To Sleep With You by mooseman13579: Pg-13ish, Clint/Various. Clint accidentally lets slip to Kate the fact that he once had sex with a Doombot. Kate reacts to this about as appropriately as we all would expect. This was inspired by my account of the time Clint had sex with a Doombot, and it made me lol. Mooseman has also written the amusing How Much Is That In Beaver Pelts? about Wolverine being recruited to the Avengers.
"So have you been secretly humping Vision when no one’s looking?" Kate laughs. “Maybe pay Tony to look the other way while you hump the suit for half an hour?"
Clint frowns disapprovingly, an expression spoiled by the brown fingerprints all across his face. “That’s it, no more story time."
Welcome To Night Vale:
Welcome to Night Vale fandom just exploded, as some of you are probably noticing and scratching your heads over. For those who are curious, it's a podcast based on the premise of a fictional community-radio show broadcasting from and for the town of Night Vale, which is every Roswellian conspiracy theory and Lovecraftian horror novel ever, rolled into one little desert community. It's a horror/satire mix, and while I have my issues with it I've found it generally enjoyable.
Face For Radio by sabinlagrande: G, Carlos/Cecil. Carlos and Cecil had to think very carefully before getting hitched, because marriage in Night Vale isn't like marriage anywhere else. I think this is clever and very prettily written, and I like the interactions between two people we really still don't know that well...
"It's a big commitment, getting a huge neck tattoo," Carlos points out. "I mean, if you wanted to get another job, or if Station Management found out-"
"I work in radio," Cecil says patiently.
a love song for schrödinger by pathopharmacology: Teen and Up, Carlos/Cecil. When an angel stops him in the produce aisle to ask him to confirm reality, Carlos obliges. It's a sweet, terrifying slice of life in Night Vale.
The angel’s smile is huge and white and beatific. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, and the angel’s delight crackles around them like electricity. With a weird pang in his sternum Carlos remembers how the air tasted those few seconds after he’d kissed Cecil the first time, the exquisite marvel of biology and shared breath.
James Bond:
Handle With Care by Winterhill: Teen and Up, Bond/Q. The entire agency is apparently very ambivalent about Bond dating Q, but Q is finding it hard to care even after nearly blowing himself up. I have never seen a James Bond film but I thoroughly enjoyed this, particularly the banter and the hurt/comfort.
“Dating Bond is a bad decision,” said Eve, as Q waited for the third of his his thrice-weekly meetings with M. “I hope you know this.”
“Hello Eve, how many spies have you got in my department?” asked Q, tapping his foot against the plush carpet.
“Parkour with Bond is an even worse decision,” she said. “Do you want to die?”
