I smell meringues.

[shirozora]

Fueled by English breakfast, Irish breakfast, leftover white fish chowder, vanilla meringues, and a seven-song playlist. Wheee.




Still talking myself out of writing a porny one-shot, although now that I think about it the way the entire scene in my head plays out will probably help me characterize their relationship, which will be severely affected by time and space worlds.

And by "their" I mean Sam and Tron.

Oh yeah, still gotta fill this Legacy/Inception crossover prompt.