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.

Barry and NoHo Hank go straight for a change. Sort of.

Nathan is there in the kitchen, waiting for him, unwrapping his hands.

Unpleasant things happen to Jim Halsey, several times in a row but not in any particular order.

Susan and the man in black make a palaver.

Ding Rong, in his narrowed dagger-keen focus on his task, is unsure of the time when he is first made aware of Wang Zhi’s approach. He knows only by the dark of his workroom, dim-lit by his low-burned candle, that it is well into the evening. He knows only that it is no other visitor but Wang Zhi, circling into his periphery, portended by a flutter of draping fabric, because no other but Wang Zhi would dare to come unannounced.

Ned and Hal meet again after a battle, in another London street.

Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

Irving gets pissed on and has the time of his life.

No man has aught of what he leaves.

Wherever you go, there you are.

(Written for cygnes and the prompt: "driving for many hours through mountains.")