Old Billy Gibson has an eye for likely prospects.

this is because i can spell konfusion with a k and i can like it

 
In the spring of 2003, Alec Lightwood is just trying to make it to graduation. He'll have to survive the local music scene, his family, and falling in love first.

Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.

On the one night of their journey that suspends itself in the in-between, not yet Hetao but no longer home, Wang Zhi joins him for dinner.

An Erebite and a Terror confer over their grievances

A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.

Ding Rong should have suspected scheming the moment he saw Wang Zhi in red.

Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.

“They'll have to make a few surgical incisions, of course.” With a single finger of each hand, Tsurumi traced two lines, one across each side of Ogata's face, from the corner of his warped jaw to the centre of his cheek. “You'll still look fetching as ever, I'm sure.”

They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?