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[wizened_cynic]

metalphonenix and I couldn't resolve the matter on our own, so I'm taking it to livejournal. Basically, WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE AT HOME?

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You can't choose Completely Naked Lorelai or I Don't Care As Long As She Keeps Her Mouth Shut Lorelai. Those are not options. She can either be pantsless or shirtless. Nothing else.

I'm still making my way through the first 6 seasons of GG and dear god, it has the most annoying music IN THE WORLD. The strummy la-la background music and the themesong that NEVER STOPS PLAYING IN YOUR HEAD. Jesus fuck.

Blah, because I'm bored and there's nothing on TV, let's play that game where you pick one of my fics and give me a timestamp before or after (say, 6 weeks before, or 5 minutes after, whatevs), and I will try to write something. Tags list to your left, and I will do Arrested Quantico or any of my weirdass AUs (SPN, Oregon Trail, Ocean's 11, etc.), but not JOA or Alex squared. Sorry, onlyjustwhisper.

Come on, people. Poe implores you to entertain me!

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[fallon-ash.livejournal.com]

Shirtless, because I like boobs. And waists. And collarbones. Legs? Not as much.

And fishverse, the following May 22nd, 17:04 one year later.

[wizened-cynic.livejournal.com]

Everything was ready: the food, the beverages, the blindfolded blowup doll with makeshift scales hanging from its wrist. All that was left was the fish.

"I have a problem," said Kirk.

"You have many, Kirk," said Lorelai, straightening the bar mitzvah banner that now said HAPPY GRADUATION, ALEX!

"I have a problem right now," amended Kirk. "The fish is dead."

Lorelai stopped and turned to stare. "You're not serious."

"I'm afraid I'm very serious. I just went to check on the fish like you told me, and unless it knows how to do the backstroke, I'm pretty sure it's dead."

Refusing to believe him, Lorelai went into the bedroom, where she discovered that, indeed, Michael Phelps was dead.

She laughed in disbelief. "This can't be happening."

Except, of course, it was.

"Come on, Mikey," she said quietly, tapping her knuckles against the bowl. "Wake up and smell the marijuana."

The fish did not respond.

Because it was dead.

"It's definitely dead."

Lorelai spun around to see Alex leaning against the doorway, confetti spilled all over her hair.

Dammit. In the time Lorelai had discovered that her graduation present to Alex had kicked it, Alex had apparently arrived and the party had started without Lorelai even knowing.

Lorelai must be the worst party planner in the world.

"I'm sorry," she said. She picked up the fish bowl and held it out towards Alex. "I checked the pH levels and everything. I made sure not to overfeed him. But he died anyway. So here's a dead fish to celebrate the fact that you're officially a J.D."

Alex took the bowl, studied the dearly departed Michael Phelps, and then set it down on her dresser. "Never mind, Lorelai. In my experience, the more expensive the fish, the more likely it is to suddenly up and die."

Lorelai was about to ask if she should go ahead and flush Mikey down the toilet, but Alex grabbed her by the wrists instead, pushed her against the wall and kissed her, light and fluttery at first and then harder, deeper, because she was a lawyer now, and apparently, lawyers did everything seriously, especially kissing.

"Wow," Lorelai said, when they stopped for breath.

"Yeah," Alex said, and they went back to making out.

[fallon-ash.livejournal.com]

Yaaaaay!! This is awesome! Fishies and kissing and Kirk... Thank you!

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