laylee: (Default)
2017-04-05 10:06 pm

bye bye lj

 Although I haven't used it in years, given recent circumstances I have just deleted my LiveJournal. Fortunately I backed it up to Dreamwidth quite a while ago so nothing is lost, it's just in a different place. However I'm afraid the same can't be said for any of the communities I moderated. However given that they had not been active in a very long time I'm not sure anyone will miss them.

Bye bye, LJ. It was fn while it lasted. 
laylee: (Clint Barton)
2013-08-23 09:28 pm

things to do before i leave

So, I finished work today and I do not have to go back to the office until October 28, woohoo!

However I have a mass of things to do before I head off on Wednesday, not the least being schlepping up to the old home town tomorrow to visit the family. It doesn't help that I woke up with a mild case of laryngitis this morning and I can barely talk. Why do these things have to happen just before I take off on adventures?

I've also lost my Myki (public transport) card. I think I dropped it outside of North Melbourne station this morning. These things are sent to try us, I guess.

*sigh*
laylee: (God help me some days)
2013-03-17 12:44 am
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(no subject)

Oh my god could [insert name] and [insert name] just have sex already? I am so tired of the URST I am about to pull my hair out!

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laylee: (Cabbage of True Love)
2013-01-23 04:07 pm
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it's birthday time!

Since it's already January 23rd in Australia, that means it's birthday time for two special people on my flist!
P3418

[livejournal.com profile] catwalksalone
[livejournal.com profile] soundslikej


May you both have the most splendiferous day!!!
laylee: (Dan and Isaac)
2013-01-04 11:53 pm
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Vale

I've just heard that [livejournal.com profile] phoebesmum has passed away after a long battle with cancer. Anyone who has been involved in the Sports Night fandom in the last ten years will know what a passionate fan she was and will no doubt have read at least one of the many fics she produced during the fandom's heyday.

But more importantly she was an extremely loving and generous friend and life feels a little emptier now that her valiant battle with the crab has gotten the better of her.

Vale, sweet Hilary. You are sorely missed.

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laylee: (Cold)
2013-01-04 10:32 pm
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too darn hot

Happy new year, everyone. It is around 10.20pm and currently 36C in Melbourne and I am looking forward to not sleeping at all tonight. Even the cat has given up and he has decided that cuddling up to the loo on the cool bathroom tiles is far preferable to the great outdoors.

Even though December started out quietly, the last three weeks were hellishly busy and I spent all of the week between Christmas and new year Not At Home and I completely failed to send out any Christmas cards what so ever. But thank you to those of you who sent one to me, specifically [livejournal.com profile] willows_mom, [livejournal.com profile] malnpudl and [livejournal.com profile] aprilmay430. They were safely received and much appreciated.

I'm sure I had more to say but it is so hot that my brain s literally fried. I'll get back to once I've chilled out a little.

*sigh*

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laylee: (Coulson)
2012-11-19 10:53 am

insta rec

If you're in the Avengers fandom at all and have a leaning toward Clint/Coulson in particular, you must go and read this fic NOW.

Yes, you really do.

Ring Around the Roses by[livejournal.com profile] tawabids

A beautiful, heartbreaking story featuring a very broken Clint and a Coulson who wants to do nothing more than help and protect him, even when Tony insists that they move into the tower with the other Avengers. The whole team is featured and their characterizations are wonderful, especially Tony who just wants to do the right thing by his friends, even if he doesn't always consider the consequences of his actions.



laylee: (Woof)
2012-11-18 08:34 pm
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hanging by a thread

I seem to have a cat perched precariously on my leg.


Meanwhile the screen on my laptop seems to have died. Not the laptop it's self, mind you, just the screen. Last night it started doing this odd flickering thing and then all of a sudden it went black. Now it will light up for a few seconds when I turn it on and then die.

I'm not sure what to do. On the one hand it is about eight years old and replacing it is not outside the realm of possibility. On the other hand it's got a lot of photos and music on it that I'd like to keep, not to mentioning of my fic and thing like my CV and a few work documents that I'd want to extract before discarding it. I might take it to one of the local computer doctors and see what they say. If it's not going to cost too much to extract my data I'll do that then look at buying a new one after Christmas. Because really, it's not like I don't have access to a computer at work if I really need one.

*sigh*

ETA - I now have a cat perched awkwardly on my chest. Clingy cat is clingy.



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laylee: (Coulson)
2012-11-15 02:21 pm
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sexy at any age

Clark Gregg has made it into People’s Sexiest Men issue! I highly approve of this decision.

fangirlsqueee:Clark Gregg made it in People’s Sexiest Men issue! Damn right.Yes!


laylee: (Very Busy)
2012-11-07 04:07 pm

(no subject)

Well done, America. Indeed it was a very sensible decision that you made.

Meanwhile, here's a bit of a distraction for us all.

Name a fandom and I'll tell you which character I most likely:

1. bake cupcakes for:
2. lend my books to
3. put thumbtacks on the chair thereof:
4. have a crush on:
5. pack up and leave if they moved next door:
6. vote for President:
7. pick as my partner in a buddy movie:
8. pair up:
9. vote off the island and into the volcano:
10. wheedle into fixing my [whatever is currently broken around the house]

Fandoms include Sports Night, The Avengers, Captain America, Supernatural, NCIS: LA, Torchwood, The West Wing, Leverage, Buffy the vampire Slayer, Angel the Series and due South.
laylee: (Very Busy)
2012-11-02 02:46 pm

you are invited

Does anyone want an Ao3 invite? I've got one kicking around that I'm not using.
laylee: (Dean and Sam)
2012-11-01 12:36 am
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Help wanted

I can't believe that there is only five China Beach fics on AO3 and one of those is a Supernatural crossover. Seriously, where do I find inspiration for the Avengers AU I have an inkling to write?

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laylee: (Default)
2012-10-29 09:19 pm
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get it right!

Dear Supernatural Writers

Read more... )

laylee: (Default)
2012-10-16 03:54 pm
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Ouch

So, last night I stabbed the inside of my lip with my tooth brush and now I have a cut that hurts when I eat, and this morning I scratched a chunk off my left hand with my fingernail. What's next, I wonder? I lose half my hair by slamming it in a door?

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laylee: (Clint Barton)
2012-09-20 06:58 pm

even more laylee at tumblr!

I don't think I've mentioned it here, but Ive gone and got myself a Tumblr account: laylee-jones.tumblr.com/

I mostly use it to indulge in my current obsession with all thing related to the Avengers movieverse, but there's other bits and pieces there as well. Shoes are a given, as are pretty frocks and cute boys, but I'm also post the odd snippet of fic there as well. Please feel free to drop by if you are so inclined.




laylee: (Coulson)
2012-09-20 06:39 pm
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prompt meme is prompt

Prompt meme stolen from various people on my fist. Prompt me with a character and/or pairing, and I'll write a thing?

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College

I'll write in Sports Night, due South, Supernatural, the Avengers, West Wing or maybe you can just surprise me to see what I can come up with!



laylee: (Jeremy Renner)
2012-09-09 05:45 pm

avengers fic: back against the wall: part 3 (Clint/Coulson, rated G)


Previously, Phil took Clint's photo

And then he had time to think about it

Now they're finally talking...

"You know, if you really wanted a photo of me you could have just asked."

"You say that now,"

Clint lifts his head from where it was resting on Phil's chest to look him in the eye. "I'm serious."

"I know you are. That's the scary thing."

"So…?" Clint ventures.

"So, what?"

Clint growls low in the back of his throat and resists the urge to smack him. He isn't sure if Phil is being deliberately obtuse or if he really does believe that Clint would not willingly give him anything he asked for.

"If I hadn't found it the photo…"

"Stole it from my wallet," Phil counters testily.

"Found it in a wallet that I was given," Clint reminds him.

"And don't think I won't be having words with Fury about that."

"Would you have ever said anything?" Clint asks again, a little more forcefully this time.

Phil shrugs, a tiny undetermined movement. "Yes, I would have. Eventually."

"But not then?"

"No," Phil agrees. "Not then. It was too soon. And it seemed inappropriate."

"Yeah, 'cause taking a photo of someone is always inappropriate."

"Depends on the photo," Phil points out dryly. "And the motivation for taking it."

"You had feelings," Clint says softly, and it isn't an accusation or anything, just a simple statement of fact.

"I had feelings," Phil whispers and Clint cannot even begin to describe the flood emotion that courses through him whenever Phil opens up to him like this. "But I didn't think I could do anything about it."

"Because you were my handler?"

"I didn't want to compromise you."

Clint shifts a little, resting his cheek on Phil's chest again as he slides his hand down over Phil's shoulder to come to rest on his bicep.

"Phil," he says, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Mmm?"

"That's a lame excuse and you know it."

Phil's chest rumbles beneath Clint's cheek as he chuffs a quiet laugh. "I know that now. Back then I wasn't so sure. I'd never…"

And there's a vague hint of uncertainty in Phil's voice that makes Clint pause. Phil Coulson is never uncertain, about anything. That Clint has somehow made him second guess himself is concerning.

"Phil" Clint says again, quiet and low as he presses a kiss into his chest. And then he waits because Phil will eventually tell him what he needs to know, but only when he's ready to.

"The right time never seemed to present its self," Phil finally says. "I took the photo and then…"

"And then you wouldn't talk about it," Clint says, poking him in the side.

"I wasn't sure if I could talk about it," Phil counters as he swats Clint's hand away. "And then you were sent to Beirut that afternoon and then I was in Malibu when you got back. And then there was Belfast and after that New Mexico and then Stark, again, and then…"

"And then, and then, and then," Clint mutters against Phil's throat before leaning it to suck a bruising kiss against it.

"Oh, god, Clint!" Phil gasps as he tightens his hold on Clint and tugs him up to kiss him properly.

"I refuse to believe that we didn’t get together any sooner due to bad timing," Clint mutters as he starts trailing kisses down Phil's neck and shoulders.

"Timing did have a lot to do with it."

"And the fact that you were too chicken shit to actually come out and say something."

Phil's entire body goes still and Clint whacks himself mentally on the head for being such a dumbass. Because of course only a dumbass says something like that to the one person they cared about above all others when they were naked and in bed together for the very first time.

"Phil, I…" Clint starts, but before he can get any further with his apology he is silenced with a kiss.

"No, you're right," Phil says when they eventually pull apart. "I used the fact that you are – were - my subordinate as an excuse to not do or say anything because when it comes right down to it, apparently I'm not very brave after all."

"You're also kind of stupid if you think any of that really matters," Clint whispers, leaning forward to bracket Phil's face with his hands.

"Not doing yourself any favors, Barton," Phil mutters against his lips before drawing him in for another kiss.

Clint leans into the kiss, giving him self over to it completely and utterly. It still hasn't properly registered with him that he can have this, that Phil Coulson wants him and all his quirks and foibles.

"You're the bravest man I know, Phil Coulson," Clint tells him as he burrows his face into the crook of Phil's neck. "Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

Phil's arms tighten around his back, drawing him down and into a beautiful, comforting warmth.

"Not even you?"

Clint shakes his head, feeling the scratch of Phil's stubble against his cheek. "Especially not me."

"Oh. Okay then."

"I'm glad you kept the photo."

Phil kisses his temple, running his fingers through the hair on the back of Clint's head and says, "Yeah, me too."

laylee: (Jeremy Renner)
2012-09-07 03:18 pm

avengers fic: back against the wall part 2


Previously, Phil took a photo of Clint.

Phil knows that it’s foolish and more than a little insane. But he spends so much of his life being sensible and on top of things that he figures that no one could fault him for being a little indulgent at times.

And really it was all Barton’s fault, he reasoned. His fault for turning up to their mission briefing in well-worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt and that gray overcoat that Phil knew for a fact to be eminently soft and touchable and that had cost Clint a sizable amount of money from some upmarket menswear store in London. He’d been so proud of his purchase, Phil remembered, so very pleased with himself when he bounced into Phil’s office to show off his coat after he’d returned him from a job well done. And it was only because Phil knew that, until he’d joined SHIELD, Clint had never really had the wherewithal to buy himself nice things that he’d refrained from shooting off some sarcastic comment about sartorial choices and fashion plates.

For some reason that coat combined with the casual jeans and t-shirt and the barest hint of stubble on Clint’s chin had caused something inside Phil’s head to snap and before he could think about it, he was ordering Clint to stand against the wall as he took a photo of him with his phone.

Clint had wanted to know why. Of course he wanted to know why. Who wouldn’t? But Phil couldn’t tell him - couldn’t even begin to think of a plausible excuse as to why he suddenly felt the need to take a photo of Clint wearing that coat and those jeans - and so he just continued in his way with a hurriedly snapped “No.” when Clint asked to see the photo.

That meeting was the most uncomfortable one Phil has ever sat through, what with his phone burning a hole through his jacket pocket combined with the looks Clint was shooting him across the conference room table. Clint’s shoulders had that ‘I’m not letting this go until you explain yourself’ kind of hunch, and Phil knew that even if he did manage to slip away without Barton following him, he’d have about twenty minutes tops before Clint turned up in his office with that look on his face. The one that told Phil that he was being an ass and just admit it goddamn it.

If he could have he would have fallen to his knees and kissed the ground when the meeting ended and Fury said, “Agent Coulson, can you accompany me back to my office to go over a few things.”

The look Clint gave him as they filed out of the conference room told him quite clearly that this was not over and that eventually Phil would have to explain himself.

Two hours later Clint was on a plane to Beirut and they didn’t see each other for a month after that.

They never did have that conversation about the photo. Thankfully Phil never did have to explain how he later printed a copy of it and tucked it inside his wallet, hiding it between his driver’s license and one of his less precious Captain America cards. It was a moment of madness, he reasons, but one he’ll never regret.

laylee: (Default)
2012-09-07 03:18 pm

avengers fic: back against the wall part 2


Previously, Phil took a photo of Clint.

Phil knows that it’s foolish and more than a little insane. But he spends so much of his life being sensible and on top of things that he figures that no one could fault him for being a little indulgent at times.

And really it was all Barton’s fault, he reasoned. His fault for turning up to their mission briefing in well-worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt and that gray overcoat that Phil knew for a fact to be eminently soft and touchable and that had cost Clint a sizable amount of money from some upmarket menswear store in London. He’d been so proud of his purchase, Phil remembered, so very pleased with himself when he bounced into Phil’s office to show off his coat after he’d returned him from a job well done. And it was only because Phil knew that, until he’d joined SHIELD, Clint had never really had the wherewithal to buy himself nice things that he’d refrained from shooting off some sarcastic comment about sartorial choices and fashion plates.

For some reason that coat combined with the casual jeans and t-shirt and the barest hint of stubble on Clint’s chin had caused something inside Phil’s head to snap and before he could think about it, he was ordering Clint to stand against the wall as he took a photo of him with his phone.

Clint had wanted to know why. Of course he wanted to know why. Who wouldn’t? But Phil couldn’t tell him - couldn’t even begin to think of a plausible excuse as to why he suddenly felt the need to take a photo of Clint wearing that coat and those jeans - and so he just continued in his way with a hurriedly snapped “No.” when Clint asked to see the photo.

That meeting was the most uncomfortable one Phil has ever sat through, what with his phone burning a hole through his jacket pocket combined with the looks Clint was shooting him across the conference room table. Clint’s shoulders had that ‘I’m not letting this go until you explain yourself’ kind of hunch, and Phil knew that even if he did manage to slip away without Barton following him, he’d have about twenty minutes tops before Clint turned up in his office with that look on his face. The one that told Phil that he was being an ass and just admit it goddamn it.

If he could have he would have fallen to his knees and kissed the ground when the meeting ended and Fury said, “Agent Coulson, can you accompany me back to my office to go over a few things.”

The look Clint gave him as they filed out of the conference room told him quite clearly that this was not over and that eventually Phil would have to explain himself.

Two hours later Clint was on a plane to Beirut and they didn’t see each other for a month after that.

They never did have that conversation about the photo. Thankfully Phil never did have to explain how he later printed a copy of it and tucked it inside his wallet, hiding it between his driver’s license and one of his less precious Captain America cards. It was a moment of madness, he reasons, but one he’ll never regret.

laylee: (Coulson)
2012-09-06 02:51 pm

avengers ficlet: back against the wall: part 1 (clint/coulso, rated G)



"Stand over there," Coulson says, pointing toward the wall.

Clint frowns at him. "What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Not until you tell me why."

"Do you always have to argue?"

"I'm not arguing, I just want to know why."

Coulson sighs that put-upon sigh of his. The one he reserves especially for Clint.

"Just do as you're told, Barton. For once in your life."

Clint narrows his eyes at him, but he finally does as he's asked. God knows why. They both know that only Coulson can get away with bossing him around like that and he's still yet to fathom why he invariably obeys. He's still squinting a little when Coulson whips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo.

"Jeez, boss, if I'd known I was going to have me picture took I'd have dressed up a little."

Clint steps away from the wall and tries to take a look at it, but as always Coulson is way too fast for him. The phone is safely stowed away inside his jacket pocket and he’s striding down the hall toward the conference room before Clint can even grab a glimpse of it.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" Clint asks, trotting a little to keep up.

Coulson doesn't even break stride. "No."