fic: Loving in the war years, Steve/Tony, explicit

Loving in the war years
Avengers, Steve/Tony + ensemble, sex up against a wall
body dysmorphia, powerplay, size/height kink, first time misunderstandings, old history
summary: For maybe the first time he doesn't feel oversized – or he does, but suddenly something's clicked over and it turns him on, seeing and feeling the mass and strength of his body as he pounds Tony Stark against a wall in a basement.
5555 words, explicit

at the AO3
( or below the cut )

just water dressed in brown

Last week, my Victorianist reading group came to the happy realization that the Big Name Victorian Sages acronym out to CRAMP (Carlyle, Ruskin, Arnold, John Stuart Mill, Pater). Never has an acronym been more apt - lord can these men bloviate. I mean, I like Mill as much as the next girl, and Ruskin's stupidity can be sort of appallingly cute in an OH JOHN RINGO NO kind of way, but being in the middle of Arnold's Culture and Anarchy I feel quite solid in my opinion: go fuck yourself, sir. I'm reminded of Atrios' Wanker of the Decade entry on Will Saletan - the bleating superior pundit thing is the last holdout of the Victorian Sage, and they're every bit as appalling in present as in past.

Other links of interest:

[tumblr]The Silent Tarot: oooh, pretty!

[alternet]The Heroine With a Thousand Faces: the rise of the female savior: I'm not quite convinced by this use of Campbell - maybe better to jettison rather than transform - but points to an interesting trend.

[io9]even in this 1870s humans were obsessed with ridiculous photos of cats: Victorian cat macros!