magical realism, bitches!

PEOPLE. IT'S DONE. Man, this is going to be a fun one to explain when I post the fic to red_packet. Basically SPN! Alex and Lorelai go to San Francisco on a hunt! And they run into Lindsay Boxer! (Yeah, I might've been mainlining on WMC eps on Tudou.com, and speaking of, that Cindy is adorable stuff, isn't she?) The Monster of the Week is roughly based on this, and everything I know about San Francisco comes from Wikipedia.

Here goes, guys. Another unholy crossover by yours truly.

( Lorelai has never met Abbie Carmichael, but Lorelai HAS seen her picture on Facebook, and Lorelai has an excellent memory when it comes to faces, so she is fairly certain that the woman shoving her into an interrogation room is the same woman who used to yell, 'Alex, it's your psychotic sister!' whenever Lorelai called. )

A million thanks as usual to bank_farter who enables, encourages, and entertains. It's every bit as dirty as it sounds. The Scrubs shoutouts are all yours, PB!

This is another one of those late-night fic posts that I will come to regret in the morning.

Part Three of Christmas fic, still no idea what to call it. Cover Me Be Patient. From this. I think I have the song, so maybe I'll upload it later.

This fic contains inside jokes that are probably only funny to, well, the girl. Yes, yes, this is disgustingly fluffy transference fic, and I am sorry that Lorelai is GROSSLY OUT OF CHARACTER, but you know, if AMY AND DANIEL AND DAVID DON'T CARE, I don't think you should either. Okay, why am I fussing about this when, hello, I have been making Lorelai a COMPLETE LESBIAN for the last 11 months? The mind, it boggles.



( 'I don't even want to know how you went about finding an anatomically-correct baby Jesus.' )

Previous parts here. Now with sparkling new headers!

I can't remember if I brushed my teeth or not. I'm just going to take an Advil for my EVIL, NON-CHRISTMASY cramps and go to sleep.

Edit: The song is here for the pleasure of your ears.

I don't have much to say about House tonight as I was too busy running up and down the stairs to talk to someone very important. Not Hu Jin Tao. I did see how House was an ass and broke Cuddy's heart and I AM VERY MAD DO NOT BE MEAN TO CUDDY ALL SHE WANTS IS A BABY WITH BLUE EYES DON'T YOU SEE?

Second, SVU. Dear fucking god, was this episode written by 12-year-old fangirls from SVUfiction.com? The case was boring. Everyone was boring. Everyone was boring and loves Olivia indiscriminantly, be they male, female, or PRISON DOCTORS. When does she have time to POLISH her halo?

Anyway, blah blah blah I had a rough few days back during American Thanksgiving but now I am having an EXCELLENT FEW DAYS and I am really, really, really happy, the kind of happy that makes your heart hurt and your stomach floppy and you can't believe this is actually true and maybe you just made it up and you are secretly dead, SHOT TO DEATH BY COLOMBIAN DRUGLORDS.

So I wrote fic.

It's snowy and as cold as Satan's testicles in Vancouver right now, so I had no choice but to write something disgustingly Christmasy. In fact, this fic is supposed to be in three parts, detailing three Christmases Alex spends with Lorelai. This is part one. The overall fic has no title yet; I am still waiting for the brilliant and esteemed Lo to pull one out of her ass.

For another, who knows me by heart. Away illusive wooly. Always.



( 'Bigger is better!' Lorelai yells in between sips of hot chocolate. 'Size does matter!' 'You just want an excuse to make more popcorn balls!' Alex yells back, and Luke says, tiredly, 'Is it just me or is this conversation getting a tad dirty?' )

I'm still shamelessly pimping my Stars Hollow Christmas mix. Download and listen! (Except for Brandon, who is an IDIOT and a GIRL and I don't care about his opinion because Lo thinks this mix is awesome SO THERE SUCK THIS.)