Today's Crime Against Fandom
OK, so I'm compiling notes from my greenbooks on my Big Project of Big Doom (the enormous UNIVERSE which includes approx. 11 plotlines, all connected), and I've got a question.
Why. WHY. Why do I have an entire script for a Once Upon a Time in Mexico fic in which Sands corrals a feisty (FEISTY!) street kid into helping him, and she JUST SO HAPPENS to be El Mariachi's Tragically Dead Daughter Except Not All That Dead, Obviously? Her nickname is Ojos (eyes) because this is set after the movie, so Sands (spoiler!) is el hombre sin ojos and ISN'T THAT SO CLEVER.
Of course, this is from the same period in my life that I wrote a Pirates of the Caribbean/Pokemon crossover so I don't know why I'm surprised.
Bonus pr0n scene from a random orig!fic:
thighs flexing unsteadily, denim curling away from his hips wobbly on the bed; he rests his head against her stomach and she pets his frazzled hair, squeezing sweat from the temples, pushing a finger beside the ball gag to run along his gums. She shifts so the bed dips, and he rests more heavily against her. The gentle scrape of nails beneath his wingéd shoulder.
-- Steve calls to invite her to dinner.
Why. WHY. Why do I have an entire script for a Once Upon a Time in Mexico fic in which Sands corrals a feisty (FEISTY!) street kid into helping him, and she JUST SO HAPPENS to be El Mariachi's Tragically Dead Daughter Except Not All That Dead, Obviously? Her nickname is Ojos (eyes) because this is set after the movie, so Sands (spoiler!) is el hombre sin ojos and ISN'T THAT SO CLEVER.
Of course, this is from the same period in my life that I wrote a Pirates of the Caribbean/Pokemon crossover so I don't know why I'm surprised.
Bonus pr0n scene from a random orig!fic:
thighs flexing unsteadily, denim curling away from his hips wobbly on the bed; he rests his head against her stomach and she pets his frazzled hair, squeezing sweat from the temples, pushing a finger beside the ball gag to run along his gums. She shifts so the bed dips, and he rests more heavily against her. The gentle scrape of nails beneath his wingéd shoulder.
-- Steve calls to invite her to dinner.