twentysomething

Title: Honey, I Can See The Stars

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers big gay superheroes

Summary: "The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

Length: 11,700 wordish (what I what)

Warnings: Super self indulgent and a secret love letter to New York.

Notes: So, as you may have noticed, I haven't posted anything since July- I'd like to say it was because I was working on some secret huge project, but really, it was just a tremendous case of writer's block in combination with lack of inspiration. And a whopping dose of grad school. But yeah, I managed to write something, whoo. Thanks to rageprufrock, thehoyden, merelyn and isweedan for being awesome and letting me flail at them over it, and send them bits and basically, yes. This started out as sort of a fun thinglet for Pru and the Hoyden about Tony taking Steve to his tailor and well. About 8000 extra words happened. Also, without the judicious application of Beyonce's 4, this never could have happened.





( Steve doesn't really pay attention to what he wears beyond it- reasonably- fitting. )

Title: You Make Me Feel... Like Raising My Glass

Fandom: Bandom, P!ATD, Glee RPS STILL? ALWAYS.

Pairing: Ian Crawford/Chris Colfer, Ian Crawford/Chris Colfer/Darren Criss I've crossed all my lines, k?

Summary: "There's a picture attached and Chris can't really open his eyes more than an angry slit but he's 94% certain that's Darren in the midst of a label cuddle puddle. Only his dumb, troublesome curly head is sticking out beneath Brendon's torso, next to Vicky-T's tits and Chris is certain however Darren ended up there, he really doesn't deserve to be saved."

Length: 3200 wordsish no really fuck everything

Warnings: NO. NO. NO. NO. I'VE ENTERED INTO THE VALLEY OF THE WORST. THREESOME.

Notes: So, you have to read I Constantly Thank God For George Lucas for this to pretend to make sense, but it's not like it makes a lot of sense, anyway. Basically, fifteendozentimes kindly mailed me a signed Panic poster FOR FREE and I was like I'll write whatever you like, at least, in return! And then I was like, "Sorry... it's this," but since my bro is a gentleman and scholar, it was accepted as payment, anyway. The title is 10000000% amazonziti's fault. And like all the things I do, merelyn aided and abetted this.




( The craziest party Chris has ever been to was at Lea and Dianna's apartment, back when they were shooting season one- he'd woken up the next day wearing most of the contents of a Sephora and with three phone numbers written on his stomach in bright green sharpie. )

So, leupagus did this thing where someone gives you seven actors and you have to make a tv show out of it. I was bored and after a lot (a LOT) of pestering, she gave me my seven.

This is what I did with them.



( It's hard out there for a public school teacher. And a pimp. But mostly a public school teacher. Pimps get paid better. )