Dear Torchwood:
OMG WHAT WHAT WHAT CAPTAIN JACK OMG ROSE MADE IT STICK WHAT THE FUCK SHE MADE IT STICK AAAAAAHHHHHHH OMG THE RIGHT KIND OF DOCTOR OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG EEEEEE.

Also: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECAPTAINJACK.
Also also: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKISSYBOYS.
Also also also: SUSPENDERS. GUH.

*breathes* I remain utterly in love with John Barrowman and his amazing gray greatcoat and his incredibly, incredibly sexy suspenders with shirtsleeves. (My biggest weakness? Lonely men in shirtsleeves leaning out of windows with suspenders, and the sleeves rolled up and possibly also fedoras. Alternately, women in rolled up shirtsleeves, suspenders, and fedoras. Or wifebeaters. Women in wifebeaters and suspenders. Basically, suspenders. Mmm, suspenders.)

In conclusion, Doctor Who is hot- but Torchwood is on fiyah.

And, in other squee-tastic news, Ultimate-verse Cable is apparently Wolverine. Only older, more jaded and bitter, and with a hell of a lot more toys. Mmmmguh.