Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

I went to Comic-Con yesterday! It was a lot more fun than last year, probably because 1) me and Rob dressed up, 2) We went on a day that was not Sunday, and 3) We met up with some friends. Also we went to an Adam West and Burt Ward panel and it was great.

I went as Cersei Lannister -- last-minute costume, though, as I had not been planning on cosplaying in any way but I was invited to a costume party (which I wound up not going to, lol go figure), so it's just a Party City Halloween costume and a blonde wig, but I thought it worked alright. Maybe next year I'll actually try to be recognizable. And Rob went as an Aperture Science field test subject, since he got a fo realz Portal gun for his birthday. Well, it doesn't shoot actual portals obviously, but it's life-size and lights up and does sound effects and everything! People kept stopping us every few minutes so they could get a photo and geek out over the gun. I got my photo taken several times too, even though I'm positive no one knew who I was dressed up as.

( Photos! )

My feet were killlling me by around noon, though. Never wearing heels to one of these things ever again. What a mistake.

I got some cool stuff, though -- a book signed by The Oatmeal, a Tesla > Edison shirt, some Game of Thrones illustrations from Artist Alley, a House Lannister patch, and an Iron Man glass.

Then I fell asleep at 10 am and slept for about 10 hours, then took a nap for 45 minutes not long after waking. Exhausted. Thankfully I had off today. Not sure I would've been able to handle going into work.

Title: oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice
Characters/Pairings: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~5100
Warnings: Some violence.
Summary: “You have to swear that you will... do what must be done, if it is needed.” “I will swear no such thing.” “I will not have your blood on my hands, figuratively or otherwise. Swear it.”
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and neither does the world they inhabit.
A/N: This is part of the Made of Steel series, but can be read as a stand-alone fic. And I still haven't read A Dance With Dragons yet, so my apologies if there are any inconsistencies.

Spoilers ahead for all of the books.

(also at AO3)

The brash, stupid, stubborn, pig-headed, ridiculous oaf of a wench.

At least, not with entries about my life.

DOES ANYONE ELSE HATE THE NEW POST AN ENTRY FORMAT OR IS IT JUST ME?

Anyway. Jaime/Brienne has consumed my life over the past couple of weeks, as you may or may not have guessed. I just -- I have so many fucking feelings and I seriously CANNOT FUCKING WAIT until season 3 starts because I need to see all of this shit play out in live action instead of just in my head. I NEED IT. I NEED IT RIGHT NOW. Like, I'm not even gonna get into these two and how they've ruined my life because I talk about it so much on Tumblr already and I don't want to repeat myself. I just... yeah. I'm really excited about the fic series I'll be writing for them. I have so many ideas, and it's nice to not be tied down to a chaptered fic. I can just write what I want, when I want. I can have huge gaps in between events, too, and I don't necessarily need to explain absolutely everything. It's gonna be fun. I just hope I can finish it before this obsession fades away (and then, inevitably, resurfaces once the show comes back).

Also, Boardwalk has finally started!! I am so fucking looking forward to Margaret this season, you don't even know. That last scene of her on the beach was so gorgeous I just cannot get over it. SHE'LL RULE THE WORLD, JUST WAIT.

Title: and we will never sever
Characters/Pairings: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Rating: hard R
Word Count: ~3200
Warnings: Sexual content, language.
Summary: And Jaime looked upon her face, the wide jaw and freckles, broken nose and broken teeth and torn up cheek and it was odd how it wasn't repulsive to him anymore; it was just Brienne.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and neither does the world they inhabit.
A/N: Full disclosure -- I have not read A Dance With Dragons yet, except for Jaime's chapter, so there might be stuff I've gotten wrong somehow? If that's the case, I apologize and we'll just pretend it didn't happen.

Spoilers ahead for all of the books.

(also at AO3)

He'd had no opinion of the man before this news, but he now found himself detesting the very core of Ser Hyle's being.

There's all of this ambition inside of me, and nowhere for it to go.

I'm not gonna post this on infoldednotes, but here's a link in case any of you guys might be interested?

Title: Gentlemen, Place Your Bets
Characters/Pairings: Howard/Steve, Peggy/Steve
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 736
Warnings: Sexual content, language.
Summary: “I revoke the rights I just granted you. Whoever gets to Steve first wins the prize.” “How drunk are you, exactly?” “The prize being Steve's penis."
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. Neither does the Marvel universe. Nothing does. I OWN NOTHING AT ALL IN THE WORLD.
A/N: Just some silly thing I wrote on a whim last night.

@ AO3

I keep wanting to write Clint/Natasha or a Natasha/Steve or a Clint/Natasha/Steve fic, but I have absolutely no ideas. I'm just kind of tired of writing dudes all the time... and I had fun writing the Nastasha chapters in Ironworks, and I'd like to try writing her again. So I guess I'm asking for prompts or ideas or something, if any of you have any...? No? Okay.

Nothing much has really been happening. I'm going to go see Bonner in The Wedding Singer tonight with Rob. My mom was very offended that I didn't ask her to take me because she has today off also, but how was I supposed to know she had off today? I do feel kind of bad, though. I used to hang out with her a lot, but now most of the time I'm with Rob instead. I mean, I'm almost 22 years old and I shouldn't be around my mom all the time, but I still feel guilty about it anyway.

Oh god I'm almost 22 years old and what am I doing with my life oh god *cue breakdown*

Rob's piece of shit car somehow, miraculously, passed inspection, and so he was able to take me to see The Dark Knight Rises (which was GREEEEAAATTTTT), and then back to his new abode. It's a small room he's renting at someone's house, basically. We moved some of his stuff in there. The room smells like smoke and doesn't have a lock. But he gets Internet, cable, and his TV has a slot for VHS tapes.

Seriously, though, I have no idea how his shitty Beetle passed inspection. That thing has, like, at least thirty-five problems.

Been trying to write another Tony/Bruce fanfic but I suck at everything, so it's been slow going. Sometimes it feels more like a chore, and other times I have fun writing it, but mostly it feels like a chore, or something I have to do because I had the idea and I want to make myself keep writing things so I don't fall into another pit of Not Writing For Years.