Chu Wanning's thin face must be cracking in the thaw.
Howard and Peggy becoming bros.
A celebration of all the queer characters you can't bury. Or, if you do bury them, they don't stay down for long.
Hell has all the best musicians.
Seth and Kate's maiden voyage.
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.
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.
A podfic of "The Flowers Say"
Eleanor might not have the whole "good neighbor" thing down yet...
Gerard has a creepy crush; so does Brian. Birthday fic for pearl_o on LJ.
Rey fights, pines, defeats some bad guys, pines some more, gets sex pollened, acquires parents, defeats some more bad guys, and lives. Especially the last bit.