"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.
Beginning a life in Montreal.
A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
Alone, Oswald considers Jim Gordon and his ethics.
Raleigh knows he likes bottoming.
A physics accident results in Tony disappearing and his very annoying, very zitty teenage counterpart appearing. Rhodey gets stuck with babysitting.
Better safe than close. A phrase Alleria repeated to herself so many times over their lost years that it has become some strange combination of vow and hymn.
None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.
Ransom gets out of jail. Marta's not so happy about it.
but boys are made for love, and so are you.