Peter makes his mark.

This, Sui Zhou knows: the grief that whets a body so keen that it draws blood in the handling.

Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Caleb wakes up on the floor.

And he shall cleanse the house with the blood of the bird, and with the running water, and with the living bird, and with the cedar wood, and with the hyssop, and with the scarlet:
But he shall let go the living bird out of the city into the open fields, and make an atonement for the house: and it shall be clean.

Peter gives Phil a bath.

Cornelius Hickey has no respect for God nor man nor the poor dude who has to run the Taco Bell drive-through.

Written for #BangMasFest 2k23.

Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.