waiter, I'll have the cardboard cut out of the pancakes.

1. In an email, neifile7 said: While you're on your mission to subvert as many fandom tropes as possible, I'd love to see you do a sort of anti-h/c one of these days. But I'm not sure what that would look like, yet.

I'm not sure either, but I am intrigued. Anyone have any thoughts?

2. I cannot speak for all of the flavours, but omg Maple Bacon Lollipops? YES, PLEASE. They are good. So good.

3. I found the context of this page LOLARIOUS. (h/t lastrega)

4. please no more grindcore at 3 am (h/t lastrega again)

I have nothing of any substance today. Sorry. Fic later. And it is the fluffiest thing I have ever written.

Fic: High Water Mark (J/I sassy fluff for husiemama)

Title: High Water Mark
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R (for sex!)
Wordcount: 1,630 words
Author's Notes: Okay so this is for husiemama who snapped me up for the lightning round of help_haiti. She wanted Jack/Ianto sassy alone time. You got some, Missy!
Confession: Sam gave me the title. Only slightly behind this was Anya's Grout Expectations.
Summary: Two men. One bathtub. Mister Bubble. No dignity.

( High Water Mark )

Fic: Boxed-In (Altered state Ianto and Jack for dremiel, NC-17)

Title: Boxed-In
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,110
Author's Notes: This is for dremiel, who bought my ass at auction in the lightning round. Her prompt was Altered Ianto (alcohol, drugs, alien tech, alien saliva, whatevs) and Jack talk, possibly at cross purposes. She didn't say anything about altered Jack…Thank you misswinterhill and cruentum for teh betaz.
Summary: "We could both be trapped in the box," Jack offered, and then looked around at the sealed doors of the cargo container while Ianto leaned back against one metal wall and laughed. "Oh."

( Boxed-In )