NOM... ARGH!

[kellifer]

-> Bleah. I was eating a microwave Shepherd's Pie thingie for lunch at work and the outer edge was like LAVA so I was eating it carefully but, like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects a mouthful of STILL FROZEN MIDDLE when everything else is burning your tongue. Why microwaves, why do you always do this??

-> Response to Dude, what's a bulwark? has been lovely! It proves to me that Gilmore Girls fusions are the magical unicorns of fusions. They just can't be beat. I think I've read GG fusions in every fandom I've ever been in and loved them. Hee. People have been asking me for a continuation and I have SO MUCH HEAD CANON FOR THIS VERSE that it is very likely.

-> Have a snippet of Avengers and Supernatural fics because it's been too long. This is from laria_gwyn's Darcy/Clint, Peter Parker fic and deirdre_c's present which is a pre-quel to Golden.

Without warning, Natasha throws a sharp, snap-kick at Peter's abdomen. He blocks it, looks almost lazy doing it. He blinks at her and frowns. "What the hell?" he demands, retreating to Darcy's side.

Natasha makes a thoughtful noise, tapping her chin. "I can usually tell how someone will fight by their build and their stance, but you are different."

"Oh my god," Clint grumbles, dragging a hand over his face.

"Come," Natasha says, actually snaps her fingers at Peter. "We need to spar."

"Uh-"

"You'd better go," Darcy says, shoulder-checking him. "Otherwise she's just going to land on your from the ceiling or something one morning."

When they're gone, Peter throwing furtive glances at her while he's tugged from the room, Clint drops onto one of the couches and scowls. "Really? Him?"

"Him what?" Darcy asks, confused.

"Just," Clint flails a hand and Darcy's sure it means something in Clint-land but she's completely at a loss.

"Look, he's going to be on your team. Living with you guys might speed up the bonding process."

"I don't want to bond with him," Clint gripes.

"What's your problem?" Darcy demands. "Usually you're the most accepting of everyone. I was worried about Tony acting like a child and yet he's a bastion of maturity compared to you right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Like that time with the cupboard, when I moved it with my brain. I felt the... intention go through me. I couldn't catch it."

"You're tired and cranky and someone carked it in front of you with spectacularly shitty timing. That's all it was," Dean insists, because he can't think that it's anything else.

He just can't.

Sam doesn't look convinced.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me. How long did it take me to convince you about the visions."

"Don't throw that back at me," Dean snaps. "This is completely different. This is crazy."

"It's not crazy. It's exactly what Andy could do. We already know it's possible."

"It was possible, before. When ol' yellow eyes was still alive and viable. It's all gone now, that's done."

"Dean-"

"No, Sam. As I said, craptastic coincidence. Just forget it."

Sam just glowers at him for a few moments before he lets out one of his fed-up noises and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.