Me: I CANNOT WRITE MY FEST FIC ALL MY IDEAS SUCK.
S.O.: There are days when it seems like that, doesn't it?
Me: BUT I HATE ALL MY IDEAS. I AM AT THE POOL WITH MY NOTEBOOK AND NOTHING'S WORKING. I CANNOT MAKE ANYBODY KISS MUCH LESS BOINK.
S.O: Breathe, honey. Ideas come when you're not trying to force them.
Me: ...I'm going for a swim.
S.O.: Very wise.
Me: *thinks of non-fic things*
Me: *remembers funny scene from a comedy movie, gets idea, writes the fic outline in head while dodging pool floats and kids*
Me: *emerges from pool, goes for phone*
Me: ...I may have something.
Me: ...I'm gonna go ride Space Mountain again.
S.O.: Also very wise.
Me: *takes notebook to Magic Kingdom, rides Space Mountain eight times, writes first third of fic while waiting in line between rides*
Me: I figured out how to get to the kissing part during one of my rides!
S.O.: I'm pretty sure you were the only one in your rocketship trying to get Avengers to kiss in your head.
Me: But probably not in the park.
S.O: Disney does own Marvel, after all.
So I owe at least one fest fic to Space Mountain. And the good advice of the S.O.