Fic: Signed+Sealed+Delivered=Toujours (TW, Ianto/Jack, team, PG-13) for <lj site="livejournal.com" u

Title: Signed+Sealed+Delivered=Toujours
Author: amand_r
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Team
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 8,800 +/-
Author's Notes: for Quelle Surprise, kel_reiley on her birfday. She told me one of her bulletproof kinks is…well, is this. Happy birfin' day, bb. Sorry it's late.
Beta: 51stcenturyfox
Summary: "When I was under the influence I wrote everyone letters," Ianto said quickly, eyes pinging from Owen's hand to Jack's face. "Letters which you posted."

( Signed+Sealed+Delivered=Toujours )

the sound of one hand with the clap

Update in haiku:

the plow clears the road
oily mountains block my car
you son of a bitch

an old joke is new:
the loo roll is empty, woe--
the snow falls in droves

I got fried rice, peoples.

( A brief WWI Jackobite article from Military History. )

Do you ever want to google a pic and find, well fuck, you can't google images? I was looking at a person in someone's icon today and I was like, "Who is that? I'll google it! No wait, what do I type? 'black and white photo, white male, old picture, finger on face'?" Durrrrrrr.

ETA: A werewolf falling in love with a baby. This is why Thomas Edison invented this shit in the first place. So we could see a werewolf fall in love with a baby.

Amen.