anyhow, yesterday, while it was still there and I was still charmed by its ridiculousness, I started writing Kirk/Spock fic that's sort of . . . about the comm. I don't know. It's sort of a parody? But sort of also SRS BZNS POLITICAL PROTEST. It's a thing I did. Therefore;

see title

“Chuck,” Becky said, slowly and carefully and very, very seriously. “I think someone is trying to communicate with us through the fanfic.”

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

"You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.

Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter's actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.

Danny is bruised. Their werewolf drama has officially bruised Danny. This is the worst day ever.