*Peaks in* I come with some Marvel-ous news?


Well, Hello Stranger, you may think. I know, I’m a failure for keeping this thing well stocked aren’t I? It’s been a while since I had anything to post really, and with the upheaval of my personal life (which I may or may not dive into here at some point, you aren’t really here for that so I won’t risk boring you!) it has left little to no time for creative endeavors.

However

Marvel, Man. They just sort of suck you in with their super pretty super heroes and all that angst (all that ANGST!!) and well, I am a weak woman.

I am a weak woman who has now embarked on a OT3 fic of the fan.

What if Bucky didn’t fall? What if Steve still made the ultimate sacrifice? What if that left Peggy and Bucky alone in a world without the guy they both loved? What then?

Give Up The  Ghost

If it’s something you would be even remotely interested in, I ask you check it out over on Ao3! I may start posting it here from here on out too, so just a fair warning I guess? Thank you for your time! And I hope you’re all well! /takes a bow/

Avengers assemble!


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My father, Stratford Caldecott, was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer in October 2011. I wrote about what that was like at the time in a piece for Verily Magazine. Life since then has been very strange. He has bravely, patiently tried every treatment available to slow down the progress of the cancer, and we have been blessed with some good – almost normal – times together, amongst the bad.

The doctors now say that dad is into the final stages of the disease, the part where your bones fracture under the slightest impact, and swelling around vital organs starts to happen for no apparent reason. They say that we only have around 12 weeks left. We have to make these 12 weeks count, and I have an idea about how we can do that.

Superhero comic book themed party We had a superhero themed party for dad for his 60th birthday last November – dad was Tony Stark, and wore…

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Blame it on the Caffeine

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By request of insanocerebro on Tumblr I give you all a Captain Swan ‘Coffee Shop’ AU. Her specifications were -“Is there some coffee shop Au, where Killian is a sexy barista and Emma goes every week just to get a glimpse of him?”And so Blame it on the Caffeine was born. Have our awkwardly flirting bbs and a lot of coffee.

Enjoy, reviews are encouraged! xo.

Rated – Hard T Soft M depending.

Words – 5K+ because I don’t know how to write small.

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Blame it on the Caffeine – CaptainSwan AU O/S.

As I turned the corner the smell reached my senses before I even saw the place, as it always did. The tiny and some say pretentious coffee house by the hospital where I was working had become somewhat of a saving grace for me and my fellow residents. Sure, there was a Starbucks on every corner, but this was different. This, they said, was the authentic Italian coffee experience.

Whatever the hell that meant.

The thing is, I didn’t even like coffee, hated it in fact. But there I was every Wednesday at two on the dot, forcing myself to try a new thing from the menu in the hopes of finding something coffee based to love.

It had nothing to do with him, really.

He being the barista. The blue eyed, dark haired one with the accent that made me a little weak in the knees. No, it had nothing to do with him, it was merely my work load and my exhaustion and the need to find something seriously caffeinated that would allow me to function.

That’s all.

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*Pushes open the dusty door* Well, Hi there!

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I’ve been meaning to post this for a little while now, and typical me being me I completely forgot about it! Basically I was mailed via FF.net notifying me that one of my stories (my first, my baaaaybe if you will) has been nominated as the ‘All-Time Favorite True Blood Fanfic’ – which, you know awesome? Now, I don’t know much about these things at all, but it was a nice little surprise considering it was a story I started 4 years ago now. It does not feel like 4 years ago (!!!) And to have it still be in the minds of people enough for it to be nominated for anything ever is pretty sweet, I have to say.

So, if you’re a reader of my writing ( I was going to say ‘fan of my work’ and realised how pompous that sounded ick) I’d encourage you to vote – you know – if you want:D

Link!

Voting opened on March 31st, 2014 and will be closing the page on April 14th, 2014.

In other news, I have sort of, kind of, maybe started an ‘Original’ fiction piece. Now, what I plan to do with it I couldn’t tell you. I may post it here, I may post it else where, I may put it out in the world for people to decide if it’s good enough to pay a tiny fee for, basically anything goes. I’m hoping to take pieces of Rise by Sin and mix and mash them into something set in my home country for a change in modern day. Something that I hope will have comedy, angst and friendship  – and maybe a little bit of lovin’ if they’re so lucky. But, like I said, anything goes right now as it is in its infancy. I’ll keep you posted though! Any ideas what I should do with it??

Hope you’re all keeping well!

Love L

xo

Not So Great Expectations – Fin

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And so this is it! I finally, finally got the time and the brain power to allow me to finish this. It’s been a long and sometimes bumpy writing road for this little ‘happy’ piece. It started off as a co-lab that ended abruptly lol, and for those of you that know my writing style, keeping it a ‘happy comedy’ was at times really difficult! *glares at Scribeninja* But, I think I did an okay job, and for those of you that stuck with me, a big massive thank you for all the reviews and messages and tumblr messages and everything. While I might not have been able to reply to them all know that I read them all! And it was beyond encouraging every time and it does push you when you feel like you can’t write anymore, to know that people are there waiting on you.

I mentioned this on Tumblr last night, but I feel this may be my final bow for the OTP of Sookie / Eric.  With the abuse the coupling has been put through in every version of their canon, it’s been difficult for a long time now to try and defend something that even their own creator can’t seem to do. It’s been so much fun getting to channel my writing through these characters and get to share a bit of my brain waves with you guys all this time. There have been a few stories I know that don’t fall under the usual ‘fanfic’ placement, but I liked to explore darker themes and push myself with my writing as much as possible as I few this as ‘practice’ should the time come that I ever find myself brave enough to go the original fiction route.

Which, who knows might be sooner rather than later. ;)

Either way I hope you stick around.

Thanks you again!

Not So Great Expectations Fin

All Change – Hook/Emma One-Shot.

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As mentioned below, here is the story in full on this blog! Enjoy and review if you like! xo

“I look like a ponce.”

“I’m sure that’s just not true.”

“’Course, says you, who in fact does look like a ponce – just saying.” Hook said from behind the large wooden screen, and David or ‘his majesty’ merely sighed leaning against the windowsill. This had been going on for almost an hour. Snow had insisted with everyone one back in the Enchanted Forest – at least for now – that we were to revert to our more traditional roles and just get on with life as normal. That included but was not limited to clothing. Something that had finally caught up with the pirate.

Hook had had about enough, first they dock his ship and insisted he stay in the castle – but of course not in the same room as their daughter, then the bloody woman went and stole his leathers while he was washing.

“Would you just pick something and come on? They want us down for dinner, and you know Snow is just –“

“About that wife of yours mate, I mean given everything we’ve all been through and now that she’s fully up the duff again- “

“Hook –“

“Fine, sorry ‘with child…’”

David could hear him rolling his eyes; he bit back a laugh because really, he knew what was coming. Snow had been a touch … temperamental of late, and he wasn’t entirely sure it was all pregnancy.

“I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal … if I want to dress how I dress or if Emma wants to wear what she normally wears.  I mean, yes you’re all royal again but to act as if we all haven’t been affected by our time – you all more so than me – in the world without magic – well it seems a bit… strange.”

With that he rounded the corner, fully dressed.

Finally.

 David was starving and he really didn’t want to catch the wrath of his wife again.

“I told you. Ponce.” He said again grimacing to himself in the mirror. “Honestly who ever thought this was a good idea?”

“We’re going… you look … fine really, just relax! The fact that you look like you want to jump from the nearest window doesn’t really add to the whole look you know?”

Hook rolled his eyes.

“The trousers are too bloody big.”

David looked, and no, they weren’t, not at all.

“You’ve spent centuries in various pairs of …form fitting leathers, normal fabrics are meant to feel like this.”

“Well I’m not sure I like it, I don’t feel very secure.”

David sighed, for a man that had the sense of security within himself to swan around in skin tight leather from head to toe, but God forbid he wear cotton blend?

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” David straightened Hook out as much as possible to make him look as presentable as possible and hopefully have this first big dinner go off without much of a hitch. He knew he was kidding himself, but for the sake of everyone, he just hoped it would pass smoothly.

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So I wrote a thing…

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And for the first time in four years (!!) it’s not S/E. I’ve been debating whether or not to post it here, but I think I will in a bit. If you’re interested in that OTP head on over the FF.NET or my Tumblr where it is currently.

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Hook gets Emma back ‘home’ for now, but what happens when they’re pushed in to roles that don’t fit who they really are? How does a modern woman adjust to a ‘Fairytale Land’ and keep her sanity? A pirate can be a hero, but does he have to wear the clothes? Emma/Hook.  Rating varies from T-M. A little sugary angst-lite one-shot.

 

 

Ps. Thank you all so much for your comments and concern on previous posts about my wonky life, it really means so much and if I don’t reply personally it’s not a slight, it’s just that I don’t know what to say other than thank you for being epic xox

*Meekly waves Hello*


Meekly because it’s been over a month and I’ve been MIA. How awful, really. I do love to write, and I love that you guys are my audience and so lovely and sweet and utterly supportive of me, and judging by the PMs and the comments on my last post you’re all just as epic as I imagined. That, plus the blog has been getting a hell of a lot of traffic lately, why, I have no real idea since I’ve been admittedly MIA – but again – thank you muchly for popping by and leaving me messages and emailing and the like, it really has brightened up my weary self of late. I come with news of an update. I’ve started what I assume to be the final chapter of Not So Great Expectations tonight and hopefully, time allowing, I shall have it for you guys by the end of the week. After what started as a co-lab to something that I became a single mother to, it’s had a rocky road for a comedic fic, but you have stuck by it and that’s amazing. I hope the pay off will be worth it and it’ll be a story you’ll have been proud to have spent time reading.

 

Are we all set for Christmas? I’m not and I’m starting to panic a little! Also… anyone here watch OUAT? I think Captain Swan may be an OTP I could get behind. But, after TB and SVM burning me I’m reluctant! I am a totallll Hooker though (words I never thought I’d type, but hey, Irish boy hotness wins)

 

xox

‘There is a certain air of tragedy surrounding you at the moment’

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I think that about sums up my life this past month. A quote from a co-worker of mine as I told her what was going on in my life lately, and you know, she wasn’t wrong.

The reason or reasons why I’ve such a FailWriter! lately goes a little something like this. If you’ve been following my Tumblr you know I’ve been dealing with a sick relative – my grandfather – was diagnosed with terminal cancer and we’ve been nursing him at home between myself, my mother and my aunt. It’s been… rough, to say the least. But, we’ve soldiered on because that’s what you do, right? People get old, they’ve made people who’ve made people so we’re all there to take care of the first people, right?

I gave up my internship which I loved and adored – the work was something I knew like the back of my hand and the people were awesome. I got another job, a full-full time job with full time responsibilities. Two weeks ago was when I started, and that’s when everything started to fall down. I was ill, flu, and feeling like shit to be honest, and starting a new job with new people and lots of tasks when all you want to do is curl up and sleep for a week because you can’t breathe, well, it’s not great is it? That happened, and then, then the other thing happened. My father, who is a young man in the eyes of …. you know… older people (he’s 54) collapsed while out shopping and was taken into hospital. They said it was clot they said it was going to be fine.

They were really wrong though because it wasn’t a clot.

I went to visit him that Saturday, and not sat down with him five minutes when the doctor and nurse asked us to ‘come with them’.

Dubious no doubt, and even more so when I was asked if I was his ‘next of kin’?

Apparently I am, and apparently they remove your tact gene in medical school because they sat us down and informed us that hey, sorry but you’ve a massive mass on your right lung and hey, it’s lung cancer. Going on to provide no comfort, or details of what was happening (or in this case no happening for WEEKS) leaving both of us just sitting there in a daze, and that feeling of something having slapped you across the face and that you were in free fall. We still don’t know details so it’s as if we’re all just waiting for that other shoe to drop, that other very heavy fucker of a shoe. For now, we wait.

So there was that.

Not that I use this as an excuse for not writing because being honest I don’t need an excuse, this isn’t my job and as much as I love it and you guys… you know I realize it’s not the main priorities in life but it is one of mine, not the main ones, but ones none the less. So, I figured a little touching of the bases was maybe in order, and I do like to write out my feelings from time to time, they help line everything up.

In short, life is touch we need to wear helmets – and I really need a strong one right now!

 

xo

Ps. Flakes is on the go from Scribe, an idea of mine that I allowed her to adopt (ahem or actively forced her to write, whatever…) I’ve added a guest post of the EPOV if you want to check that out for now. Thanks!

 

 

 

New Story!


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I’ve started a story called Flakes for ChanelAddict! I slightly stole the whole story idea from her, but I promise you she’s okay with it/urged me to do so. This was intended to be a one-shot for her birthday, but as she very gently told me, it’s the kind of story that needs tension, and tension needs more than one chapter. She’s very right, so this will be a multi-chapter story.

Fair warning: I do not have this complete, and I’m going to be posting as I finish chapters. If that’s not your thing, feel free to wait until it’s finished to start.

Summary: In 1720 England, Susannah is picked up by her bethrothed’s son and taken to Sweden so that she can marry him. The journey is not a safe one with a war going on and a growing attraction between Susannah and her traveling companion.

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Wherein life gets hectic and writing takes a backseat


Hi guys!

 

Remember me?

 

Yeah, I know, it’s been a month and no updates!

Life has got kind of insane. I’ve been dealing an ill relative lately a lot so lots of trips to the hospital and very little sleep. I’ve also been going through finding a new job and all that comes with the new start – leaving my internship was so hard as I loved everyone there and really felt appreciated. But this new start is a great opportunity as well so I can’t fault it. I do have a chapter of NSGE almost done which I hope to have posted either tonight or tomorrow. And I will be wrapping that up in the next chapter or two so I hope you’re still with me on that one!

 

How’s life? Is everyone good? I hope you’re good and just thought I should touch base! xox

Not So Great Expectations – 26


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It’s been a long-ish time coming I know, but you know my reasons for the delays… ugh the anger still hasn’t subsided at all, I don’t know about you but it’s just getting worse the more interviews Bucky does. DNW.

But this is separate, or as separate as I can try and make it! I hope you enjoy and if you do (and even if you don’t) you’ll say so. I won’t bite, I’m not that kind of writer!

 

 

 

Not So Great Expectations – 26

Disgusted : Trueblood Edition.


So. Hm. There’s that huh? I still haven’t watched the episode, but I’ve seen all the gifs and responses and it’s made me want to stay as far away from it as possible. What it’s also done is made me disgusted at the writing ‘team’ behind trueblah, it’s made me disgusted at their marketing ploys (HEY PENIS PENIS SWEDISH PENIS LET’S PIMP THIS BEFORE WE SHOW A MAN BURNING TO DEATH SIMPLY BECAUSE HE’S NUDE. ERIC’S BITCHES WILL LOVE THAT SHIT) and made me disgusted for the state of the characters. Just, what in the ever living fuck y’all?

If you’re on Tumblr no doubt you’ve seen the rants and disappointment of just about everyone of us that were on board with that show. We suffered (yes, suffered) through so many plot holes and fuckery and this is what it comes down to? Stepford Sookie, Eric a long forgotten blimp in her life, Bill is glorified and celebrated and FAMOUS and Eric ‘dies’ away from everything he knows? He flew off in his grief to … what? Sunbathe? That was his mission, leaving his daughters  – a needy one and a super new born at that? He didn’t care who Warlow was or why Sookie had him tied up, he didn’t as questions didn’t think to get involved?

I’m at an utter loss over this mess, and as such it’s killed any writing inspo I may have had. It’s been no secret my love for writing this ship has waned in recent times, and finishing and updating my stories used to be fun and something I couldn’t wait to to – but without much inspiration – not to mention the ill treatment of these characters in EVERY form of ‘canon’ it’s made it near impossible.

I’m ashamed to want to write for them considering their canon counterparts.

Just a heads up.

Maybe it’ll change soon, but as of now.

Not So Great Expectations – 25

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I know I said on Tumblr that I was posting this tomorrow, but eh. I’ll post over on FF.NET tomorrow, but you guys get it first. The new chapter that you all voted for, NSGE 25. I know it sucks, as a reader when the writer (s) disappear for months on end leaving you mid-story. But, I do hope if you’ve been following me on here you’ve been giving my other stories a chance in the mean time, if you haven’t – hey- do that! :D It’s been a stressful few weeks here on CA Island, but we’re marching on and so I’ll just shush and let you go read the chapter. It’s very much a transitional chapter for these two but hopefully the ending is the beginning of more adventures for this cheesy two-some! Thoughts as always are encouraged!

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Pick the next chapter.


Thanks to  Trublah and their cockblocking ship separating ways, I am very lack in inspiration to update these days. I know I have two fics currently WIP and how annoying that is as a reader (sorry, again) so hey… vote!

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