But thou dost in thy passages of life
Make me believe that thou art only marked
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
To punish my mistreadings.

Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.

Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.

Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.

"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.

(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.

There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.

When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.

Krennic contemplates the dizzying array of interplanetary sexual diversity. Galen is mortified.

There are other ways to engineer a crisis in Gilead.