Fedora Friday

So due to technology fails (combined LJ and me) Waistcoat Wednesday didn’t happen this week, so instead I being you…Fedora Friday!
 
Well it’s actually more of a celebration of hats; I’m not being too picky.
 
So, let’s start with me as I feel it’s only fair given that I ask you to share.
 
I love hats, people that know me are likely to know this by now. Trilbies are prob may fave on me and I am also a fan of a nice peaked cap. My hat collection is approximately; three trilbies, one fedora, one pork pie, one soft bowler, two cowboy hats, three peaked caps, a bunch of beanies and alpine ski hats, and various summer hats and weddingy type posh hats. Hmm…it seems even more than I realised all written down like that. Of course, there is also, on top of that little lot, CONNOR TEMPLE’S FUCKING HAT. *a-hem* Sorry. Still get excited. 
 
( So pics…  )

So, people, I hope you have enjoyed this little departure this week. Now, feel free to share! You have hats? Lemme know. You have pics of pretties in hats, then share them, especially if that pretty is you ;o) Pretty much any hat is a go…although I may draw the line at baseball caps. But other than that, fill your boots! Surprise me! Surprise each other! Surprise yourself!
 
 

Whisky and Coffee Tables

Title: Whisky and Coffee Tables
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 177
Rating,Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Drunk Stephen was fun to write and I had wanted to play with him more. Here is just a silly little ficlet to see if it can't help brighten morrigans_eve's day.

“I think we should stop now.”

“I think we should have stopped a while ago.”

“You’re drunker than me.” Ryan giggled, then clamped a hand over his mouth.

“I’m not. It’s a vishoos rumour. I’m a soberer as a judgy thing.”

With that Stephen picked himself up off the sofa and stood with a flourish, as if pleased with his own vertical skills.

With a smug and very self satisfied grin at Ryan he turned and started to weave his way towards the kitchen.

Suddenly something hit him on his shins and he pitched forward, careering to the ground in an ungainly way, with a frankly girlie squeak coming from him.

He lay on the floor and regarded the object of his undoing with some confusion.

“What happened?”

“You fell over the coffee table.” Ryan informed him, trying not to giggle and wondering where this sudden need to giggle all the time had come from anyway.

“I don’t have a coffee table. How can I fall over a coffee table I don’t have?”

“We’re at my house.”

 

Thirty Days of Torchwood: Day Nineteen

Day 19: Favourite Outfit – I love Jack’s look as well Ianto’s. But the one that is my favourite guilty pleasure? Ianto’s look in Adam. For starters I love the purple and it a lovely suit, but the whole sleeves rolled up, undone waistcoat, slightly dishevelled, coming undone thing, is just yummy.