Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

“Why do you wear your face like that?”

Nie Huaisang's hand comes up partway to Meng Yao's face before his fingers curl inwards. Meng Yao's eyes go wide and tremulous before the corners of his mouth curl into a small smile, like one of the soundless laughs shared between them in the midst of a banquet speech.

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

Silly little ficlet.

Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.

Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.