extemporally

Recently my thoughts have been all over the place, fannishly: I've been thinking about Z Berg and Tennessee and Charlotte all over again -- I've finally (yes! I know! late to the party!) fallen in love with Z. Before this she was kind of cool, but also kind of too cool for me? I guess I get intimidated very easily. Then I started thinking about her and Ryan Ross, and the dynamics of that is kind of fascinating, and also egelantier linked me to that picture of Z again, where she looks uncharacteristically rumpled, and something just kind of clicked in my head. Z, I LOVE YOU. ♥_______♥

Just today softlyforgotten also posted a The Like-in-VMars ficlet, and I know nothing about Veronica Mars, but it was amazing! Then I started thinking about all the really overwrought scenes on television that I like, and how much I would enjoy bandom people in there, and well, this happened. (I love Life on Mars a lot. Confession time: I have not actually finished the entire series, even though there are only sixteen episodes. Once I have finished them, there will be nothing left to watch!)

( Z Berg + precarious places = a kink I didn't know I actually had )

I don't know if you can actually tell what's going on in there, if you hadn't watched the show.

BUT WHAT ABOUT a Doctor Who thing? Where Z's a Time Lord, and so is Charlotte. (Maybe Tennessee is one too, hm.) What I actually mean is, Charlotte's ( spoilers for season 3 )

And I doubt I'll actually write this, but ( five times figure skaters were robots )

It's 11 p.m. and I feel wide awake now, because I just had a two hour nap. Hey! hey!

Locker Room Adventures (Aren't Usually Like This)

Evan/Johnny
R for sexual content
2722 words

Warnings: Extremely implausible set-up, which should be apparent from the cut-tag. If you can accept that, you're pretty much good to go.

Many thanks to nova33 for doing a most thorough beta and catching the mistakes I didn't, and to forochel for telling me that all sentences have to end some time.

I disclaim.

The thing about figure skating is that you're certain to have bad days.

( They'd been sharing the same rink for a month or so, ever since the USFSA had decided to sponsor Johnny's move to L.A. where he could get better support and had screwed up by not thinking about who else was in Los Angeles and might conceivably have many good reasons for not wanting to see Johnny Weir's face. )