for picspammy's color focus challenge: hitchcock blondes in five films.

( I'm not much on rear window ethics. )

Mad Men.
Reflections on pro bono ad copy.

In which, uh. I. Sacrilege, and yeah.

Short Father Gill study, with shades of unrequited Gill/Peggy. Must be subconsciously lashing out at my own Catholicism-drenched past, or something.

(Despite now being non-practicing, I still feel like a creeper for this.)

( your captain will call you and you must obey )

Watchmen.
Wrinkled newspapers and stained placemats.

Captcha fic from the kinkmeme: Laurie defends a walking doomsday proclamation, then they have coffee. And tacos. Strangely enough - not crack. Well. Not entirely.

(lolgod once I'm caught up on everything else my lame-ass started and sort of drifted away from, I'm planning a "sequel" along these lines, help me rhonda.)

AND I'M STILL WORKING ON THOSE IT/HISTORY BOYS PROMPTS, PROMISE! But being choked by RL recently + too much caffeine has just had me hopped up on kinkmeme during my spare time lately. :/

( Welcome to New York, kids. )

Watchmen.
Sewing for emergencies.

Sewing porn. Kind of? (Sequel of sorts to this but can stand alone. LIKE THE CHEESE.)

My friend Seagram's Seven tapped me on the shoulder tonight and was like O HAI! and I said HELLO! and Seagram's said YOU SHOULD FINISH SOME WEIRD DISJOINTED PORN, OKAY?? BUT DRUNK THIS TIME!! and I just kind of shrugged and went with it I am so sorry in advance for any mistakes and/or lame. D:

(Should have the rest of the prompt requests finished by this weekend.)

( Blame the teacher, not the student. )

Watchmen.
Torn skin and torn silk.

For brancher, prompt: Watchmen, Rorschach/Laurie, skirt.

This, uh. Turned out longer than intended.

that's what he said

(brb, running back to the TZ marathon for the next day or so)

( She's never liked the thing to begin with, but it's still better in one piece than flayed into something more suited for a bizarre hula competition. )

Watchmen/Re-Animator.
There's room for one more at the city morgue.

For sandoz_iscariot, prompt: Rorschach and Herbert West, question.

( Crowd inside morgue more wild than one on outside streets. Would be less disturbing if indoor mob had pulses. )

Pete and Pete.
In space, no one can lose your mail.

For tptigger, prompt: The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Ellen, college.

I'll hopefully get the rest of these done/posted between tonight and tomorrow. Probably out of order, though, because that's how I roll, heh.

( she is staggering. )

Tales From The Crypt.
Niles Talbot hates being unemployed. Fortunately, that won't matter much longer.

Hahaha, I'm so lame. I wrote Tales From The Crypt fic, more specifically The Man Who Was Death fic (based on the episode instead of the comic, mainly because Bill Sadler is my favorite person ever). I have nothing against Masters Of Horror and the other newer horror anthologies, but damn, the writing on TFTC early on was so fucking campy and gritty and good:

"It's all a big food chain. We eat shit, and shit eats us. They canned me from my job because they're afraid of me. They're afraid of death. They don't see it's all around them. It's a disease. You eat it, you drink it, you breathe it, you fuck it. We're all pregnant with it. It's growing inside all of us."

(I think the reason I like this creep so much is because he's basically a folksy Southern version of Rorschach, minus the sexual hang-ups.)

( I guess this ain't the kind of work they give you a gold watch for, is it? )

Watchmen.
Violent showers with Dan, Laurie, and Rorschach.

I refuse to apologize. I'm having trouble standing up, anyway.

(HOCKEY IS DEAD TO ME RIGHT NOW)

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS--

( yo dawg i heard you like fic written under the influence )