Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.
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.
The three of them go to see the redwoods.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
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.
Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.
“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.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.
Diana and Steve at the inn.