On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.

The three of them go to see the redwoods.

The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.

After everyone but himself and Jyn died on Scarif, Bodhi did his best to hide from anything resembling excitement. Unfortunately, the Force - and the New Republic - had other plans.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

Old (2012-ish!) fanart of Anders Dragonage from my fic Rabbit Heart. Technically unfinished… just like the fic!

Tsukishima knew if he didn't look now, he never would, so he steeled himself. “If you want to show me, then show me, sir.”

Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.

Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.