Happiness is...

That's right. It's A CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW PEZ DISPENSER!

Now I can carry him with me everywhere.

AND I WILL.

Now a close up:
( He even looks good as a tiny plastic head... )

PS - Much love to my friend who brought this to me last night, as a belated wedding gift. Best wedding gift ever? Possibly. Especially exciting because last year I was at Dylan's Candy Bar in Manhattan and they had a whole wall of Disney/PotC Pez dispensers...but basically all they had left were 1 million Davy Jones Pez dispensers. Sadness. But now - happiness! All is well.

PPS - I don't know why my pictures are so huge. I resized them on photobucket. I don't know.

PPPS - What?! Now the pictures are tiny. I don't know, LJ, I just don't know....

Space: No Herpes - A Star Trek XI Fanfic

Title: Space: No Herpes

Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairings: Kirk/Everyone, Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 6,161
Rating: PG-13
Description: Bones discovers that Jim has brought something back from an...interesting...away mission.
Warnings: slut!Kirk, drinking, overuse of hyposprays, silliness



The mission to Luxor was what Jim might have called at the Academy, a “shitshow”, yet it seemed as though they all managed to come out of the experience relatively unscathed. Sure, there was the initial awkwardness when, three days after beaming down to the planet, the away team found themselves back in the transporter room in various states of undress and intoxication, unable to look each other in the eye. But after mending a few torn uniforms and being thoroughly tested for all known STDs, the crew went back to their duties and life slowly returned to the Enterprise’s version of normal. Bones remembered little about the planet-side bender, and what he did recall was rather traumatizing, so, vowing to forgo any and all future “cultural diplomacy” missions that Jim might dream up, he tried to forget as much as possible.

( Intrigued? )