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I wrote more for the Porn Battle: Walk Along Horizons, Will Moseley/Anna Popplewell/Liam Neeson. Rated WHAT for Liam Neeson being a pervbag, maybe. I wrote one more prompt, but I'll keep mum on it for now because I'm extending it into a longer fic, and by 'longer fic' I mean 'longest fic I've ever written, even longer than the Calormen fic'. And by that, I actually mean 'if the longest fic I write is, like, crackfic, should I just throw myself off a bridge now and save us all the trouble?'
Anyway, I think I've organized my tags. Man, it is so weird going back to posts I wrote 4+ years ago. Sometimes I kind of want to facepalm and go OH PAST SELF, but sometimes I rediscover interesting things like this post from back when I went through a Tarantino phase and watched City On Fire (the Hong Kong gangster flick 'Reservoir Dogs' was based on) and Kaante (the Bollywood film based on 'Reservoir Dogs'), and analyzed this cinematic game of Telephone. And then, as evidence that my penchant for cracked out crossovers began long ago, here is where I babble about a Boondock Saints/Ocean's 11/From Dusk Till Dawn crossover.
Same thing goes when I look through my Photobucket account.
...Uh. Timon, Jerry Welbach from 'The Mexican', and Tonks. Yeah, moving on.
HAHAHAHA OH MAN. I used to love 'Six Feet Under' so much. This picture is adorable! OH FISHERS. I think they were singing "I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch"? BTW: Nate/Brenda/Billy, y/y.
THE BEATLES BEING ADORABLE. OH BEATLES. PLEASE FROLIC IN THE SNOW FOREVER AND EVER oh wait, two of you are dead, right.
MOOOOORE ADORABLENESS. This time from the segment of 'Four Rooms' that Robert Rodriguez directed, I forget the name.
SCHMENDRICK. Schmendrick is awesome. Here, have another one:
For real, guys, there's a restaurant called Spam Jam whose entire menu is BASED ON SPAM. FOR REAL. EGG AND SPAM. EGG BACON AND SPAM. EGG BACON SAUSAGE AND SPAM. SPAM BACON SAUSAGE AND SPAM. SPAM SPAM SPAM BAKED BEANS SPAM AND SPAM. etc.
Anyway, I think I've organized my tags. Man, it is so weird going back to posts I wrote 4+ years ago. Sometimes I kind of want to facepalm and go OH PAST SELF, but sometimes I rediscover interesting things like this post from back when I went through a Tarantino phase and watched City On Fire (the Hong Kong gangster flick 'Reservoir Dogs' was based on) and Kaante (the Bollywood film based on 'Reservoir Dogs'), and analyzed this cinematic game of Telephone. And then, as evidence that my penchant for cracked out crossovers began long ago, here is where I babble about a Boondock Saints/Ocean's 11/From Dusk Till Dawn crossover.
Same thing goes when I look through my Photobucket account.
...Uh. Timon, Jerry Welbach from 'The Mexican', and Tonks. Yeah, moving on.
HAHAHAHA OH MAN. I used to love 'Six Feet Under' so much. This picture is adorable! OH FISHERS. I think they were singing "I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch"? BTW: Nate/Brenda/Billy, y/y.
THE BEATLES BEING ADORABLE. OH BEATLES. PLEASE FROLIC IN THE SNOW FOREVER AND EVER oh wait, two of you are dead, right.
MOOOOORE ADORABLENESS. This time from the segment of 'Four Rooms' that Robert Rodriguez directed, I forget the name.
SCHMENDRICK. Schmendrick is awesome. Here, have another one:
For real, guys, there's a restaurant called Spam Jam whose entire menu is BASED ON SPAM. FOR REAL. EGG AND SPAM. EGG BACON AND SPAM. EGG BACON SAUSAGE AND SPAM. SPAM BACON SAUSAGE AND SPAM. SPAM SPAM SPAM BAKED BEANS SPAM AND SPAM. etc.
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