Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.
There are worse things than being lashed.
Silly little ficlet.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
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.
Old (2012-ish!) fanart of Anders Dragonage from my fic Rabbit Heart. Technically unfinished… just like the fic!
“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.
Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.