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I've gotten a smattering of holiday cards already, and let me just say, there is nothing quite as awesome as trudging downstairs to get the mail, half-awake, and seeing an envelope addressed to Mel Sparklepants. I mean, that's just fun. So, huge thank you to

sorachsilver,

gaffsie (that is kind of the cutest John and Rodney drawing ever),

sky_flakes,

fawkesielady_ed, and

pennyplainknits (Hogswatch FTW). As a bonus, my father is ragingly jealous. "Why don't I get mail from Germany?" he whines every time he passes them. \o/

In other news, I have a few fictional bones to pick.

Writing het sex does not automatically grant you the right to use terrifying metaphors like 'scramble her eggs'. If a man ever even mentioned scrambling my eggs in a joking manner, I would knee him in the groin.
If, metaphorically, RayK and Fraser are having gay sex and Fraser decides to suck on Ray's nipples, it is not acceptable to describe anything on Ray's body as a tit. Ray Kowalski is so skinny he's freaking concave. There are no tits. Do not do this. I will cry.
Rodney McKay does not speak like Bill S. Preston Esquire. Sputtering? A-ok. Post-coital blithering? That's pretty much a given. "Totally radical, dude, can I bum a ride?" No. Please acquire an episode or a brain. Either will do.

Ahhh. I feel much better now. *places cucumber slices over eyes*

I'm kinda bored. And by that I mean 'not willing to write another goddamn word on this freaking story'. So, uh, I'm taking requests again. Drabblets, a picture you've wanted iconned for a while, a song you think I might have, etc. Hit me, babies.

OR, you could be awesome and fic at me. Just sayin'. Nudge, hint, nudge. Oh, and a tidbit of the beast?

The old lady at the front desk turns out to be the owner, named Holly. She serves them Yankee pot roast out of old dishes, chattering cheerfully at them until she finds a topic they can all agree on. The meat is tender, full of flavor, and the gravy is rich enough that Dean spoons it all over his plate, corn included. Sam comments on how that sort of defeats the point of vegetables, and to Dean’s surprise, Holly berates Sam.

“There are carrots and greens in that gravy,” she says sternly. “Your boy looks fit enough already, let him put some meat on his bones.”

Through the rest of the dinner, Dean seems to fluctuate between being mortified at Holly calling him ‘fit’ and being smug that he’s allowed to eat gravy.

Hah. Yeah. God save me, five thousand words and going strong. I think I might cry.

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

i need a spa day, man

hair aflame, wile look in your eyes

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