A discourse on flesh and its uses.
Luke Skywalker and his apprentice take shelter from a storm. Courtesy of close quarters, Ben's desires boil over.
The palace steward sees much more than she ever says.
"Can you stand it if I tell you a riddle?"
Herbert first encounters the new regime's approach to his unnatural tastes.
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his fac…
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his face, until he realizes that it’s Erik speaking, his own face inches away from T’Challa’s as he says, “Not you, not you.”
Kamet tells a small, accidental lie that spirals out into an enormous, humiliating lie. That would be manageable, maybe, if he didn't wish so badly for it to be true.
Two douchebags cross paths on a joyful occasion.
Finn and Ben fit together.
Elena makes Bonnie and Damon behave with each other, sort of. Then Damon and Elena go home.