broadcast me a joyful noise

So... I've been watching Grey's S5 to keep myself sane, and can I just say that as ridiculous and problematic as this show is sometimes (apparently there is no such thing as a bisexual, but there is such a thing as a penis bone dhsgdjhasgdhjsg wtf wtf), I will say that

a) they handled the two major mental health portrayals (PTSD & Asperger's) with a very decent amount of accuracy and sensitivity,

and

b) I AM COMPLETELY INVESTED IN EVERY SINGLE RELATIONSHIP FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. CALLIE/ARIZONA. ALEX/IZZIE. MARK/LEXIE. CRISTINA/OWEN JDFKHKJSAGFKJFHASJKDH.

I am kind of tempted to just never watch any subsequent seasons, because I don't want to watch the inevitable drama that will be fabricated between one or more of these couples in order to Shake Things Up. STAY HAPPY, GUYS.

Also the episodes with the Death Row guy made me sob at my screen for basically the first time ever. It was embarrassing.

I was stumped by my incredibly out-of-proportion response to the Grey's Anatomy finale (verdict: what the hell, Grey's. you are so dumped*. if you want me, I'll be in L.A., partying with Kate Walsh** and all of the other hot fucked-up people whom you have not yet made me detest) until I realised that there IS something that unfailingly gives me ridiculous reactions to fictional people, and that is HORMONES.

Sure enough, I am having one of my monthly overcome-by-everything, want-to-curl-up-and-never-move-again evenings. Which is a complete bitch in terms of timing, because I have huge amounts of research to finish before I can sleep, and tomorrow I have to get up and write an entire essay. Instead I am clinging to a cup of cinnamon tea and feeling pathetic, and playing Mika in a desperate attempt to up my mood.

You know I appreciate my boobs and swishy hips and everything, universe, but I didn't sign up for this crap!

* Now that I can think clearly, I think my problem was this: yes, I'm a cynic. I write cynical. I think cynical. I love the cynics on my telly. But at the same time, I expect a certain amount of happy-ending from my fiction, okay? That is what escapism is about.

** Jesus, that woman gets hotter every time I look at her. I cannot even deal with how hot she is.

HAHAHAHA OH GREY'S. I LOVE YOU.

No other show is so blatantly, sublimely enthusiastic about sweeps. Next season: CIVIL WAR ERUPTS!

Although ( spoiler spoiler spoiler )

1) The Silence of the Lambs omg. I am actually prepared to see the film, the book was that good. (I am bad, bad, bad with horror films.)

2) Grey's Anatomy. That last episode was just fantastic.

3) Deadwood, which I have started rewatching in order to prepare myself for S2. (My brother: "Wow, you weren't kidding about the swearing, were you?")

4) SG:A. I pride myself on my ability to watch light-hearted television without forming severe attachments to the characters, but, uh, that idea kind of flew out of the window with 1x11 and 1x12. John Sheppard makes me revert to the fangirl age of about twelve, and Rodney McKay panders to the part of me that is gloriously intolerent of stupidity. I am being ATTACKED ON TWO FRONTS. To my surprise, I am yet to find fault with the script, except (annoyingly) with Teyla's lines. I don't know. If she'd only be mean to someone, or be selfish once in a while.

ALEX FUCKING KAREV + THE VAGINA SQUAD = OTP

That is all.

( Actually, it isn't. I really, really enjoyed this episode. )

Two more drabbles Longish Things Wot I Wrote from the icon exchange:

For fryadvocate: House/Wilson, featuring the normal abuse of the Ducklings. Especially Chase. Who doesn't like abusing Chase? Fry also wrote me awesome Grey's girlyfic in exchange, so you get two for the price of one here.

For lone_lilly: Addison/Derek/Meredith (not like that. well, kind of like that. er. NOT ACTUALLY PORN.)

JI. DUDE.

100% unbeatable = Izzie and Burke's hypothetical children

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW PRETTY? HOW SMART? HOW GOOD AT COOKING?

They should just. Have lots of test-tube babies. So I can marry one. Go ahead, guys. I'll wait.

WHAT, DEREK.

NOT ON.

ETA: All right, all right. Um. I'm feeling rushed and clumsy and talentless and my headspace is becoming claustral. And I'm sharing. SEE HOW I'M SHARING? I think I've grown.

Move along.