It's 2006, but just barely. Overall, 2005 was a relatively shit year, but this one is looking even worse. It's also looking like Dean's last.

The Wraith. Had been in Eliot's fucking house.

Masks, and the people who wear them.

Hayley and Uncle Pat catch up. Happy holidays.

Everything old is new again. The ghost of Dale Cooper reaches out.

Castiza contemplates the skull of Gloriana.

Accountant AU! Frank is an accountant, Gerard is an artist. Romcom ensues

Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.

This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!