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In the past 24 hours I have:
- made Christmas cookies with my mother
- talked badfic in a gay bar
- smoked weed like a n00b
- saw Florence & The Machine live
NOT IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER, MIND YOU. Ahaha oh god, how is it only Tuesday night??!
I have three separate stories I am working on. This never happens! I'm usually incapable of multi-tasking, i.e. splitting my brain between projects, but somehow this whole being-in-two-fandoms-at-once thing is actually working out for me. Regency AU is currently hovering at 26k, there is now a Steve-gets-deaged fic in the works that I kind of hate, and my
dream_holiday fic is Christmas self-indulgence, basically. Can't go into specifics since, uh, my recipient reads this here journal, so! Let's just say if you've read my fic, it ain't gonna be anything groundbreaking.
Ugh, speaking of self-indulgence,
prettykitty_aya linked this Cracked.com article on the "Four Most Unexpected Fan Bases in Pop Culture", and #1 is as follows:
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.

- made Christmas cookies with my mother
- talked badfic in a gay bar
- smoked weed like a n00b
- saw Florence & The Machine live
NOT IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER, MIND YOU. Ahaha oh god, how is it only Tuesday night??!
I have three separate stories I am working on. This never happens! I'm usually incapable of multi-tasking, i.e. splitting my brain between projects, but somehow this whole being-in-two-fandoms-at-once thing is actually working out for me. Regency AU is currently hovering at 26k, there is now a Steve-gets-deaged fic in the works that I kind of hate, and my
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Ugh, speaking of self-indulgence,
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You may not know it but there is a huge market out there for writers interested in penning stories about sexual awakenings between teen boys. If you can write a compelling story about ranch hands wrestling in haylofts or cabin boys sunning themselves on poop decks, then there is a built-in audience waiting to read your stories of unbridled yearning and sexual exploration. The audience, however, isn't comprised of the gay and lesbian literature lovers you might have expected, it's almost exclusively heterosexual women.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.

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What is this gif from?? ♥___♥
I think I might have just proved their point. (Though this 20something reader actually is gay, haha.)
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Thanks for the links!
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In fact, just switch out bisexual with gay and this whole comment might as well be something I said.
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...although I do enjoy me some porn.
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[sigh] my life, so hard.
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lol that quote is so least surprising.
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:D
Regency AU is currently hovering at 26k
My heart, she is exploding! Where's my snippet though? I've come to expect them! *grabby hands*
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It was an accident when Tony looked outside the carriage window to find he had arrived back at Stark Manor. He didn’t remember telling the driver to take him there.
Nevertheless, he paid the cab fare and went inside, ignoring the polite greetings from the night staff. He would go to his room and sleep for a thousand years and not think upon this night again.
But Tony did not make it to the stairs. He came to a halt in the doorway of the parlour, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight on the settee.
There, fast asleep, his large, bulky frame barely folded onto the cushions, was Steve. One arm hung off the edge, and a quilted blanket was tossed haphazardly over his lap. A book was open face down on his chest--Tony recognized his own copy of Paradise Lost.
Tony had never seen Steve completely asleep. He looked startlingly young, innocent, peaceful. His lips were slightly parted, and his lashes seemed impossibly long against his cheeks. To wake him felt like some sort of mortal sin.
“I tried to get him to move to the bedroom, my lord,” he heard Jarvis say behind him, something very much like amusement in his tone. “But he insisted on staying right here. I believe he wanted to wait up for you.”
Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. He must be quite intoxicated, for he could not have heard Jarvis correctly. “How long he has been here?”
“All evening, my lord. It’s what he does most evenings, although many times he has his drawings to keep him busy. But Master Steven is usually not so stubborn about sleeping in a bed.”
“I see.” He watched as Steve sighed in his sleep, burying his cheek a little deeper into the cushions.
“Shall I prepare your bed then, my lord?”
Jarvis knew they did not share the same room--the whole staff knew it by now. It had never bothered Tony so much until now; and yet, there was nothing to be done about it. “Yes,” he said, taking a step closer to the settee. Then, softer, “And prepare Steve’s as well.”
“Very well, my lord.” Jarvis disappeared up the stairs, leaving Tony alone to wonder just what on earth he was still doing staring at the sleeping form of his husband.
As if hearing his thoughts, Steve frowned, made a groaning noise, and blinked sleepily up at Tony, his blue eyes hazy and unfocused.
“Tony?” he asked, voice a few notches deeper than normal, rumbling and soft. “When did you come home?”
“I...” Tony rubbed his cheek awkwardly. “Not long. Jarvis said you were, ah. That is, you--”
“I was reading,” Steve said, splaying a hand over the book on his chest.
“That’s my book.” Tony wanted to bite his tongue.
But Steve smiled crookedly and replied, “I know. Although I’d wager this hasn’t been read in some time. The spine has not been broken yet.”
Tony wanted to tell him that the book was actually his father’s, and that Tony did not like to touch his father’s things, especially now, but the words caught in his throat. “I...I didn’t mean to disturb you, I only--”
“No, it’s all right. I was...” Steve sat up slowly, pushed the hair from his forehead. He was still in his shirtsleeves, his collar open and rumpled. “I wanted to...wait for you. For once.”
The alcohol sitting in his blood did nothing to stop the sudden pounding of Tony’s heart. “Why?”
Steve set the book beside him on the settee and shrugged. “Can a man not wait for his husband to return home in the evening once in a while?” he asked with a rueful grin, but there was something infinitely sad in his eyes.
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I am a giving greedy-monster though... here's some of the poker story I mentioned. :D
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"I was hit by an anti-aircraft missile," Tony interjects, wincing at how shrill he sounds. "Excuse me if I lose my grip on you for all of eight seconds when that happens."
"It barely grazed you," Steve counters. He's smirking and Tony's starting to wonder just what the hell is going on here. "If I was able to get some kind of a grip on you then it wouldn't have mattered that you let go."
"Let go?" Tony splutters, incensed. "Maybe if I didn't have all the aerodynamics of a brick when I was carrying you I could have avoided getting hit in the first place."
"So, work out some way for us to do it better," Steve prods, "And give me something I can hang on to. I know one of the features of the suit is that you can't hold onto it but it's a little inconvenient for me."
"I'm sorry it's so inconvenient. Maybe we should give Thor the Captain America backpack instead, huh?"
Steve opens his mouth, looking like he's going to argue more but then his eyes narrow and one side of his mouth lifts. "You're already thinking about how to do it, aren't you?" he says.
Damn him, but he's right.
"No," Tony snaps, but he doesn't sound convincing, even to his own ears. "Get out of my workshop," he huffs, disgruntled.
"Sure," Steve says, and now he's out-right beaming. "I mean, I wouldn't want to hold you up since you have a lot of work to do."
"Shut up," Tony grumbles as Steve makes his way back up the stairs.
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Cracked, welcome to 1996, when I was a middle-teenaged woman (aka 11) and into hoyay. GO WRITE A REAL ARTICLE.
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yes, hello, WELCOME TO THE INTERNET. I see it is your first time here. >.< Seriously who doesn't know this by now...?
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I'm always tickled when people discover fandom.
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Also that article (and your comments to it) made me giggle so hard. :D :D WE KNOW WHAT WE LIKE.
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26kwords of regency!au ? This is such good news!!
This gif is wonderful, but I really don't know either what this article is about... lol.
We are kind of a secret community actually, like the avengers who avenge the tragic lack of gay text in 99% of works of fiction.. aren't we ?
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I think it is really funny that my best friend and I were out to lunch yesterday and also were reading that article. We laughed, because it is so amazingly true.
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<3
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MY MIND
ARE YOU READING IT!!??
And aahh... looking at my dream_holiday drafts.... oh dear
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-Faye xo
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Seriously simple math is incredibly well written and I applaud your insight into the minds of teenage boys.
Enough brown nosing.
Unless it worked. :3