you're nothing special

1. I have a Vox account. I don't know why, and I don't know what to do with it, but there it is. I'll probably be using it as a "safe" blog to show the anally-religious children of my parents' friends, as well as to practice my Chinese writing, because I have to take some government-issued exam in a couple of months. I have a few invites left over, so if any of you want one, just take off your shirt and ask. (Unless you are male, in which case I have no desire to see you shirtless, and definitely keep your pants on.)

2. The other day I wrote Alex/Lorelai coming out fic and I said that I would write fic or do whatever for anybody who made a photoshopped image of them (to be used at their really gay lesbian wedding! at which Kirk will be the flower girl), and drummer_jew2002 made a BRILLIANT one, and so she is rewarded with Joan of Arcadia apocalypse fic. (See #5)

3. amazon_life also made a hilarious one and she asked for Abby/Neela fic, which, NO WAY IN HELL, because I have washed my hands of that stupid doctor show. No, seriously. Ask for something else! Something within my limited capabilities!

4. Last night the power went out and I was thoroughly convinced, when it didn't come back on within 5 minutes like it usually does, that it was the end of the world and the government has declared war and is making us turn off the lights so terrorists can't find us and BOMB us. (Yes, my vision of war is rooted around 1942.) As I contemplated this, I thought briefly about writing End of the World Stars Hollow fic, where everyone dies, but that would either be really sad (because Lorelai dies) or really inappropriately hilarious (because Rory! in a shallow grave!), and Alex would be really upset because Hammond dies and her files are gone so no one knows Alex Cabot is still alive, so basically she is STUCK being Claire FOREVER. I forgot to mention that Alex doesn't die, because of natural selection - the world needs her beautiful, smart, blonde genes to repopulate the earth.

I realized I can't write that fic.

5. So I wrote Joan of Arcadia apocalyptic Grace/Luke fic instead. It's been forever since I've written these fuckers, so they are probably OOC, but seriously, do I look like I care? I spend many hours of a day PHOTOSHOPPING FAKE LESBIANS.

Warning: character death, and lots of depressing shit in general. Also, a baby. Also, a surprise crossover at the end! You'll see it when you get there.

( People are nervous, even though the government swears it's in control of the situation. As if the president could be in control of anything except his own bladder. Actually, Grace wouldn't be surprised if he's still using Pull Ups. )