The good doctor, as many scientists of his inquisitive bent, was largely amoral, pursuing knowledge for the sake of itself. The two main assets of his life, those gloried above all others, were his precious vegetative experiments and his beautiful younger brother, Anwyll.

One morning, Schuldig found he couldn't stop puking. It pissed him off, especially as he hadn't been drinking the night before. Red wine had given him heartburn for weeks, and even the thought of spirits made him -- he dived for the toilet again. He didn't get any sympathy either, just Crawford sneering at the mix of muesli, chocolate and chutney that had seemed so delicious recently, and Nagi running off to sulk just because Schuldig was veering between yelling tearfully at him and giggling over his stash of not-well-hidden porn. Above all, he wished Farfarello would stop calling him "Mary."

In which an agent is sent to the border to evaluate the heir to a province.

Letters between Qui-Gon and Obi-won.

Darth Vader's Blog

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Temporarily Down

A week in Joe's life: badly edited videos set to Barry White, dying mermaids, Star Wars, far more ABBA than you might expect, and Pete.

Hi. This is part one of the long-promised MCR/FOB/P!@tD/William Beckett Regency AU. There isn't much else to say, except I'm going to go ahead and warn you that Mikey and Gerard are girls. Other than that, and the Regency thing, and the fact that they're the daughters of a wealthy Lord, it's exactly like usual. (To say nothing of the stablehands.)

Mikey looks in a mirror.

WentzWang is the world’s foremost producer of bisexual porn.

He puts an ad out on New York Craigslist (so he doesn't run into anyone from any scene) in the Strictly Platonic section. He sets up a new email account, one that starts MusicalGenius. He wants a pen pal. He gets a lot of creepy responses, and one he really likes.

Jamia died in May, so in two months it would be three years. Xavier was born in March, so today he was turning six.

"Once Gerard takes up reading fantasy novels out loud in his bunk, there is no longer quiet on the bus. Ever. But the thing is, he gets really into it. He starts doing different character voices and makes it dramatic, and the others have just started to go with it. Ray kind of likes listening to it, because it gets him in a creative mood, Bob listens to it to take a break, and Frank is running around anyway."

Mikey's head whips around to face him abruptly, looking confused. "I'm petting it? This isn't, like. It's one of your arms, isn't it?" Because while he's pretty sure he wouldn't mind accidentally petting Gerard's dick, considering the kind of dreams he's been having lately.

It's all Pete Wentz's fault, the matching t-shirts.

For two boys who aren’t even dating, there’s an awful lot of drama going down.

Bob was the one who first called it "nesting," and it just kind of stuck.