and one world with nothing but shrimp.

1. Most Badass alphabet ever. (h/t sivatheminty)

2.

3. adjovi told me about this at lunch Saturday, and Jesus, it's comedy gold: Man tried to revive dead possum; alcohol involved. That last bit—YOU THINK?

4. And because it came up, I remind you once again, LIKE A BOSS.

5. Thursday was cooking night! ( Steamed pork, souffled mac and cheese, etc. )

6. Saturday was the day for shopping in the Pittsburgh strip district. ( I documented for posterity. )

7. Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back. You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Ohh... he's alive, Frodo. He's alive.

Fic: Smoke 'em if you got 'em (RPS, JB/GDL/EM)

Title: Smoke 'em if you got 'em
Fandom: Torchwood RPS
Characters: John/GDL/Eve
Rating: R?
Wordcount: 4,450
Author's Notes: Written for the March RPF Carnivale.
Summary: Sometime in all of it, Gareth's hand hits his and leaves Eve's hair, and he's pressing, squeezing a little, and John leans back and presses the back of his skull into the wall behind him. Maybe this stuff is kicking in, maybe it's been kicking in for a while, maybe they can blame it on alien sex pollen in the weed, Naughty Newport Nympho blend or something.

(  He doesn't really care if she finds him. It's the end of shooting, and he's been hiding in his trailer, rolling the joint back and forth in his fingers and wondering what would happen if he were to just smoke it right here. )