Dear Subconcious: Thanks
Aug. 17th, 2012 09:12 amI dreamed a perfectly worky AU where Tony was an artist who made occasionally sentient sculpture robots, but sold the mess he made while making them. Like, he'd keep Dummy and sell a sheet full of grease and dust and scraps artistically arranged called 'Creation v 1.0' or something. Or he'd do some complete piss take of modern art - including literal piss - and then sell it for tons of money. Bad boy modern artist dude.
Lived in a hotel. Owned it. Sort of artist in residence.
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And then Tony heard the guy I had a crush on in high school was there and tried chatting him up.
Which worked.
Which clearly explains why nothing ever happened with crush guy in high school.
Dear Subconscious: Thanks! I... pretty much mean that this time? With added *facepalm*.
(Dear Crush Guy from High School (because you never know, this is the internet): Sorry? But hey, Tony Stark!)
Thinking of this as an AU is leading to weird crashes of realities about blond artists called Steve.
I don't think I'll be writing this AU, too weird.
Lived in a hotel. Owned it. Sort of artist in residence.
( Read more... )
And then Tony heard the guy I had a crush on in high school was there and tried chatting him up.
Which worked.
Which clearly explains why nothing ever happened with crush guy in high school.
Dear Subconscious: Thanks! I... pretty much mean that this time? With added *facepalm*.
(Dear Crush Guy from High School (because you never know, this is the internet): Sorry? But hey, Tony Stark!)
Thinking of this as an AU is leading to weird crashes of realities about blond artists called Steve.
I don't think I'll be writing this AU, too weird.