Ransom gets out of jail. Marta's not so happy about it.
Raleigh likes being handcuffed, Mako likes Raleigh. Porn.
It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.
A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
The fever breaks that morning, spurring Tang Fan from the bridge between death and dreaming.
"You're Murdock's second in command."
"We're partners," Foggy says, but he can't not trip over the words because it's fucking cold in here and his tongue feels swollen in his mouth. Maybe he's got a chipped tooth. "That's how lawyers work, we're partners."
This guy knows about Matt. He fucking knows.
A little bit of contextless silliness, written for Elise. Mild Jehan-related naughtiness and an impatient Grantaire.
"Your husband is a schmuck to eat out when he's got a dish like you at home."
A reunion on the shore, and a new beginning
Listeners, I have just received word that our new visitor—you know, the British one, with his soul unwillingly tethered to a non-euclidean facet of what we perceive to be human terror—is listening to our show!