In which Pari is stubborn and badass, post-DotM.

( Herein lie spoilers and unforgivable cute. )

( Spoiler warning. )

My cousin had a baby! Well, my cousin's wife, heh. Anyway, it's a boy, seven pounds and fifteen ounces, and his name is (no shit) Jaxon ( Read more... )

Or something pervy, either way. And speaking of the weekend- zomg so glad it's the weekend. *flopthud*

Anyway, my wingthing (see my default icon, or the banner at the top of my layout - that's her) has been making sad eyes at me, but I knew I'd never get her story written down anywhere near coherent. Soooo, I cheated and did the 50 sentences ( Read more... )

But I have angsty headchars being angsty at me, and vodka does nothing to banish them. And so I inflict upon you, dear readers, the birth of the wingthing. With special thanks to lunatron, who figured out how all this got started in the first place.

( The sky above Mission City that day was cloudless and clear... )

Before anyone says anything, yes, I am still working on springkink (three and a half prompts done! Eat that, bitches!) but I needed a break and my wingthing was making pathetic eyes at me. I can't resist the pathetic eyes.

( This happens before the thing with Barricade and Frenzy. )

But I'm bored again. And when I'm bored, the robots come out to play... This is another wingthing snippet, since in her own wibbly-eyed little way she refuses to leave.

( In which a meeting of the minds is reached. )

Wingthingfic, post-Movie. I don't think there's any spoilers (everyone knows the good guys win, right?), but just in case, if you're allergic to spoilers, steer clear.

( Saaaad little wingthing. )

This one actually had a very coherent narrative, which in no way makes it less cracktastic.

( Cut so that when people complain about the crack, I can tell them they didn't HAVE to click. )