Johnny goes to Mexico, and there's one more Ex-President.
The prince has an admirer, and Horatio has a problem.
Or, sailor boys in bondage.
The two of them are marked by water.
Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.
(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)
On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
Near misses in the Greek tutorial.
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."