Kreizler conducts an inquiry.
The Wraith. Had been in Eliot's fucking house.
Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch.
Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.
Jay-z gives Rihanna the Talk.
Guy comes to harm, and Tommy comes to mend him.
The planet Mon Mothma sent them to was supposed to be uninhabited and safe. It's only one of those things.
Teenage dirtbag malcontent heirs, like ships that pass in the night.
Author summary from Snickfic:
He was so tall. Conor mostly forgot that, somehow. Dumo was the first of the Wilkes-Barre guys to make it to the show, but he was still one of them, an equal - until now, as Conor surveyed the terrain and felt pretty damned unequal.
Dumo met Conor’s eyes. His cheeks were apple-red. “Please?” Dumo said, as though even now Conor might leave him hanging.
Under pressure, Claire tells the truth. This is not among her best decisions.
Masks, and the people who wear them.