Bodhi lied to Cassian about how he and Galen met. Obviously the actual truth is "space Grindr."
Chu Wanning's thin face must be cracking in the thaw.
Howard and Peggy becoming bros.
At the end of the day, you've just got to say
It's all right
Angie needs to know how to waltz. Peggy offers some help.
Gerard has a creepy crush; so does Brian. Birthday fic for pearl_o on LJ.
Max is there with her, even when he isn't.
A celebration of all the queer characters you can't bury. Or, if you do bury them, they don't stay down for long.
Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.
In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.
At the blade—or claw—of an enemy is the only way Liu Qingge has ever imagined he will die, and though it would obviously be preferable for it to happen after thousands of years of immortal mastery, he would settle for thirtyish if it was epic.
There is nothing less epic than being spared by Luo Binghe, except for being spared by Luo Binghe every day for the past two and a half years.