hoosierbitch: (kink silly stock porn ahead)
So last night, I was like: 'I'mma take a break from this long fic I'm working on, and write some random fun Avengers smut!'

Now I'm 6k into an omega!Clint fic. I don't really know how the alpha/beta/omega genre evolved, but I'm having fun writing a biologically driven D/s dynamic. Instead of a PWP, though, it's turning out all angsty and mildly plotty, and I've only just now gotten to a sex scene. It's not even with the main pairing. 

MY PORN IS BROKEN. 

Lala. 

I spent two hours texting made-up insults with BFF today. We ended on "wheedledump" and "scatterass." My favorites, though, were "rumfuzzle" and "bumplefrump."

It's a fun game. 

Summer camp is going well. I have snapped at some small children, but THEY DESERVED IT. O.o I made some time this week to work with two of the super-quiet girls, who are now almost audible when they talk onstage. I'm giving myself back-pats. \o/ The guy who's actually directing the play has been gone for the last three days, so I've gotten to do a lot more, which is great, but a couple of times rehearsal has started, and people start looking at me, and I'm stuck going: '...buzzwah?' Sometimes they neglect to tell me that no one else is coming in, and that I need to take charge and make schedules and find space. It's frustrating, but, ultimately, I'm learning more and getting great experience! POSITIVITY! (That's not a word. How is that not a word?)

Arizona's still hot, but thus far, it's nothing compared to St. Louis. I'd much rather be in 112 degree temp in AZ than 95 in St. Louis. Dry heat really does make a difference. 

Um. Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah.

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No, seriously. Will someone tell my brain that it should stop wandering off and reading Avengers fic and planning the Natasha & Clint BFF fic where they're totes in platonic love and instead WRITE THE PAPER THAT'S DUE IN TWELVE HOURS? (Twelve hours with a four-hour chunk taken out for a different final, because, yeah, STUPID BRAIN.)

*spasm*

FOCUS, B. 

FOCUS. 

I had a prof in undergrad who was from...Croatia?...and whenever he said 'focus' it sounded like 'fuck us' and sometimes he would yell it really loudly and

TOO MUCH CAFFEINE, NOT ENOUGH INTEREST IN MY PAPER. 

Clint & Natasha, sitting in a tree, g-o-s-s-i-p-i-n-g. First comes tequila, then comes couch snuggling, then comes hiding in ventilation shafts and baking and filling out mission reports together (BECAUSE IN MY HEADCANON CLINT NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL AND HAS TROUBLE WRITING BECAUSE IT IS ALL OF MY KINKS) and also Coulson is their secret favorite only it's not a secret

WHY DOES MY BRAIN HATE/LOVE ME SO MUCH?

[I have an Avengers tag now. BWAHAHAHA!]

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