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.
Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.
Ava has never seen so many women in her life.
When Ed Lee realizes he's in love, and when Ed Lee realizes he's fucked.
Don't think of it as workplace sexual harassment; consider it feedback.
Fletcher and Neiman in collision.
Halloween, 1978: Jackson Healy has come to stay.
Written for the Watchmen kink meme; Kurt Hummel as a lucky Veidt protege in an entirely gen way.
Italian fashions have come to Eastcheap.
New clothes, and other marks of ownership.