In my Yuletide fic, Laurent was the one with the tiny pinhole where the feels come from. (Per my drunk post.)
I was just cruising through tumblr, and hugging myself, and telling![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lilacsigil (for the millionth time) that winter soldier!Bucky looks like he has no feels, but is in fact all full of feels. (This I do with my head inside my stripey jumper so I can pretend I am Natasha in her stripey hoodie.)
She said "But no tiny pinhole where the feels come from."
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT IN WINTER SOLDIER FIC. Omg she is so smart!
(And she is also my knight in shining armour, for reasons I can't tell, but just know that she is.)
I have only managed one fic for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandom_stocking, and this makes me sad. I'm just so tired and depleted after the visitors (and my mum managed to freak me out, even though I'm shunned, even though we did not talk at all over Christmas. It seems unfair.) It's taking so long to recover. But I will recover. There is cuddling and cats and leftover icecream concoction that we made for the wee nephews. It's plain vanilla, with chopped up chocolate bars in it. It was a massive hit with pre-teen boys! And tired fangirls.
I go to bed now, because tomorrow is another day. And I will feel better.
I was just cruising through tumblr, and hugging myself, and telling
lilacsigil (for the millionth time) that winter soldier!Bucky looks like he has no feels, but is in fact all full of feels. (This I do with my head inside my stripey jumper so I can pretend I am Natasha in her stripey hoodie.) She said "But no tiny pinhole where the feels come from."
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT IN WINTER SOLDIER FIC. Omg she is so smart!
(And she is also my knight in shining armour, for reasons I can't tell, but just know that she is.)
I have only managed one fic for
fandom_stocking, and this makes me sad. I'm just so tired and depleted after the visitors (and my mum managed to freak me out, even though I'm shunned, even though we did not talk at all over Christmas. It seems unfair.) It's taking so long to recover. But I will recover. There is cuddling and cats and leftover icecream concoction that we made for the wee nephews. It's plain vanilla, with chopped up chocolate bars in it. It was a massive hit with pre-teen boys! And tired fangirls.I go to bed now, because tomorrow is another day. And I will feel better.