Happy accidents in the land of do-it-yourself furniture.
I now know my local IKEA like the back of my hand. Don't know how to feel about it, but man do I love those Swedish meatballs. I've also walked into more IKEA porn innuendos than I like and I have a bizarre hankering for some mildly domestic fic.
Somehow this all mish-mashed its way into some silly ficlet idea where Sam and Quorra take Tron to IKEA for the hell of it. Then the silly kind of disappeared and became incredibly depressing and plotty when the scene abruptly moved from the living room floor to the bedroom floor.
Then, while at work, the plot escalated when I started imagining what kind of conversation Sam and Tron would have post-IKEA field trip. And now I have a plausible opening chapter for that We Are Pilots sequel.
Inspired by IKEA.
what the fuck
Somehow this all mish-mashed its way into some silly ficlet idea where Sam and Quorra take Tron to IKEA for the hell of it. Then the silly kind of disappeared and became incredibly depressing and plotty when the scene abruptly moved from the living room floor to the bedroom floor.
Then, while at work, the plot escalated when I started imagining what kind of conversation Sam and Tron would have post-IKEA field trip. And now I have a plausible opening chapter for that We Are Pilots sequel.
Inspired by IKEA.
what the fuck