A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
1977: Joubert and Turner cross paths again.
The longer you spend in his company, the less you care about what the answers are.
"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.
Max/Jude; Two different times and bad pickup lines.
Buffy and Faith are living it up in Cleveland, over thirty and regularly trying to convince their neighbors they're really just roommates, not "roommates", no matter what Faith wants. Of course, then things get all fucked up, complete with an apocalypse.
Nectar and milk flow freely, and the wedding dances are wild.
Nick has known other men before. Has Tom?
"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.
There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.