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COMMENT FICATHON
THE 2013 EDITION
a no more homework!
let's write fanfic!
comment ficathon
Because now we have time to write all that fic we've been neglecting all semester in favor of bleak stuff like schoolwork. :) Did I post this exact same ficathon at this time last year, complete with that diabolical picture of Calvin? Yes, yes I did. Because 'tis the time of year for fanfiction therapy.
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(Because there's no way that didn't happen.)
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“This is disgusting,” Luke mutters, holding a tray of apple strudel as he stands in the doorway of the living room.
Rory and Lorelai shoot him sharp looks from the couch. Wrinkling her nose, Lorelai waves him over. “Just drop them here, next to the linzertorte,” she says. She can hear Jess chuckling in the entryway. “And go have your dudes’ night out at the ice rink, or whatever two gruff loners do for fun,” she adds with a bright smile.
“Your mother will have no idea what to do with the both of you,” Luke says amusedly, setting down the strudel and grabbing a quick kiss from his wife.
Lorelai pats his scruffy jaw. “Hon, where do you think the snark came from?”
“Clearly, you’ve never seen Grandma watching ballroom dance,” Rory adds, shuddering a little as she pushes her hair away from her eyes.
Lorelai waves as Luke grumbles and promised not to come home before midnight, or else be caught in the maelstrom that will be the Gilmores’ rundown of the entire event. And maelstrom it is – what else can you call a live performance of a classic such as The Sound of Music when Carrie Underwood is Maria?
“Over-under on how long it’ll take me to finish this beer?” Lorelai asks her daughter as they await Emily’s arrival.
Rory frowns for just a moment. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Ten.”
“Oh ye of little country faith.”
“This is Maria. Julie Andrews almost broke her voice singing the octaves on ‘Do Re Mi!’ I love ‘Before He Cheats’ like anyone else with taste, but this is a disaster on ‘Glee’ levels waiting to happen,” Lorelai exclaims, waving her beer at Rory. “I’d go even lower, but my mother will be here, and she’ll judge.”
The doorbell rings then, and Rory smirks. “Speaking of.”
“It’s open!” Lorelai hollers.
“Honestly, Lorelai, I thought marrying Luke would bring some sensibility and courtesy into your household,” Emily calls from the foyer, the door opening and closing with a swish.
“We’ve got your white wine and strudel, Mom. Let’s do this!” Lorelai calls in return.
“We’re going to get her drunk,” Rory whispers, a gleam in her deep blue gaze.
“God willing we’ll all be drunk by ‘Sixteen Going on Seventeen,’” Lorelai mutters back.
*
“Seven minutes,” Lorelai says during the first commercial break. She lifts her empty beer bottle. “Another?”
Both Emily and Rory blink, pale and slightly mortified.
“That was – well – “
“Horrific. What on earth does NBC think they’re doing?” Emily exclaims. “My god, they’re doing the stage version. It’s dreadful and they changed the movie significantly for a reason.”
“Carrie is trying really hard,” Rory offers, sipping her wine.
“She is shouting through her high notes, and she will hurt herself. The training just isn’t there. I’m appalled. Your grandfather knows someone at NBC, and they will hear about this, by god,” Emily fumes, her fingers clenched tightly around the stem of her wine glass.
Lorelai rises for another beer, watching her daughter and mother split a strudel as she goes. A smile plays at her mouth, and she can’t help but feel content.
Then, the show returns.
*
“Even Vampire Bill is singing loops around her,” Rory murmurs, blinking blearily.
“If ‘Sixteen Going on Seventeen’ doesn’t happen in a gazebo, does it happen at all?” Lorelai queries.
Emily just takes a long swallow of her wine. The attempted yodeling in ‘The Lonely Goatherd’ was just too much for her to take sans medication.
“She looks like a milkmaid,” Rory groans.
“That’s a disservice to Swiss Misses everywhere.”
“Julie Andrews must be horrified,” Emily says at one point, shaking her head. “This – this is a classic! They have extremely talented people surrounding the entire production – “
“I don’t know. The fake trees are a little… rough,” Rory jumps in.
“And to then center the entire show around a young woman who is as flat as Iowa? I am appalled,” Emily finishes.
Lorelai sits back with linzertorte and her third beer, wincing. “We can always turn it off,” she offers after the party for the Baroness.
Both Rory and Emily look at her in shock. “Gilmores do not quit, Lorelai,” Emily says at last, reaching to pour herself another glass of wine. “And I am determined to see this through.”
Rory points at Emily with a grin. “What she said.”
It’s a long, long night.
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Excellent, my dear!
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“She is shouting through her high notes, and she will hurt herself. The training just isn’t there. I’m appalled. Your grandfather knows someone at NBC, and they will hear about this, by god,” Emily fumes, her fingers clenched tightly around the stem of her wine glass.
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“Gilmores do not quit, Lorelai,” Emily says at last, reaching to pour herself another glass of wine. “And I am determined to see this through."
GLORIOUS.
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" “We can always turn it off,” she offers after the party for the Baroness. Both Rory and Emily look at her in shock." -- Honestly, the thought of it is appalling.
Fun ficlet. Thanks for sharing it. I think it reflected the feelings a lot more than just the women of Stars Hollow.
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