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!
"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.
Max/Jude; Two different times and bad pickup lines.
"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.
Kylo keeps talking to people in the Resistance about Finn's opinions on, well, everything. And the worst part is, he's quoting conversations they actually had.
There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.
What it says on the tin. Jeff topping for the first time, for justbreathe80.
The longer you spend in his company, the less you care about what the answers are.
No inch of his bared skin is a revelation to Tang Fan, but stripping before him still feels like an unveiling, marital. A deification of the profane.
The captain takes Mr. Hickey for his darling, with dire consequences.