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It makes you want to fuck, and when you can’t fuck, you find a way to fuck shit up instead.

Sherman. Not Ben. And that–that too-familiar slip of the mind–was exactly why he’d booked it out of there this morning without telling Sherman where he was going.

Brad didn’t shift, didn’t move, and Nate smiled; maybe there was some kind of Nate-shaped hole in Brad’s defense system, something that let Nate enter when all others were barred.

Kissing Shane was like–like a breaking dawn, or something else lyrical and grand and everyday.

“What don’t you understand, Katie?” Naomi said as dryly as she could. ‘”I’m the same girl you’ve known for ages, apart from the bit where I’m fucking your sister.”

Jal wasn't normally a smoker, but sometimes she made exceptions.

‘I don’t get why we’re talking about this,’ Santana says.

Proud Flesh by templemarker Notes: Art by min_taiwan” for i_reversebang. Thank you so much, Min! Your art is just lovely and this was a great challenge to do. Cobb/Saito, PG-13, Western AU. Apologies for anachronisms and indistinct historicism. Beta by E & J. *** In the dark curl of the summer night, Saito waits. He […]

Danny hadn’t tried to shove new pictures of Grace in his face all week, and usually Steve had four picture messages by Monday at noon of Danny and Grace’s adventures over the weekend.

It feels like some kind of dream, like nostalgia or wistfulness, to be back here when he keeps thinking about being on the road with Panic.

Or, okay, whatever. Being totally honest, with Spencer.

But now he had some of his respect back. He had people he trusted watching his six, and hell, just having Kono in his life again would have been enough.

Familial obligations are always easier with friends.

“What, does the smell of leather do it for you or something?” Max said, unimpressed.

“She was feelin’ me so hard half the club turned to watch, and the other half were lookin’ away ’cause they jealous.”

Garak stilled, and turned slowly. He nodded to his assistant, Talzil, to continue on, and looked behind him. ‘Julian,’ he said, allaying the surprise from his voice. ‘It has been some time.’

Where Gus was, Shawn would eventually be. It was something to put faith in, when Shawn didn’t give Henry a whole lot of other opportunities for certainty.

As soon as the hotel room door clicks shut on the faces of the happy, nervous survivors of the other groups and the more blank ones of busy PAs, Adam moves his stuff to the far bed, turns to Kris, and says, 'I like cock.'

There is only one time in Sarah's life when she has been away from John, and that was without her consent.

Ray’s been out for three months when the first postcard arrives.

Jon steps off the plane looking and feeling like shit.