I'm allowed to have a lost mind

[sweetprince]

Oh man it's so cold. I've taken to laying my clothing across the radiators so that when I put it on I won't freeze. I'm really struggling with my spn_j2_xmas. Apparently the only things I can write about these days are pretentious whores.

There are times I want to just write a fandom Mulligan Stew where all my fandoms collide. Like it could be set in Terminator's post apocalyptic world, where John Connor is secretly the son of King Arthur via some crazy wonkiness a la The Dark Is Rising and Rodney is the lead scientist working to defeat Skynet and John is able to win over the machines with his amazing Atlantis gene.

And the CSI:NY team is there, old and graying, but generally kicking ass. And Stella reminds John of his mother. Flack's blue eyes are still formidable despite his age.

And of course Sam and Dean are there, ageless, and quietly bitter that they fended off one apocalypse only to have humans engineer a whole new one.

And Betty is there making empanadas and quietly organizing everything so that people don't go insane. They have Cinco De Mayo and Day of the Dead celebrations in their underground bunkers. She may or may not be the common law wife of Daniel who has been given new life as a scary resistance fighter.

Fraser is quietly awesome, Ray at his side, still telling inuit stories.

Everybody will make jokes because the resistance fighters are all gay for each other (given my preponderance of slash pairings).

I guess the question is, HOW DO I WORK STAR WARS IN?

Comments

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

No, because I already have half of it written. And if it does what I want it promises to at least be an amusing story. Also, nobody read about the last set of pretentious whores (probably because they were pretentious), so I have to find a different tack.

[fleshflutter.livejournal.com]

Are these the pretentious whores who are too stupid to go to Oxford or Cambridge? Could they not gatecrash the second half of your story?

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

In my story they were at Corpus at Oxford because silly me, I WAS UNAWARE CAMBRIDGE HAD ONE TOO! Also, I think if they suddenly showed up in Massachusetts while Sam and Dean bitch at each other it would be really strange.

Dean: WHY DOES THAT SCARY BRITISH HOOKER WHO KEEPS GOING ON ABOUT FU-CALT LOOK LIKE ME?
Sam: *too busy talking political philosophy with scary British hooker two, better known as Jared*