When Roger had first began his life as an AIDS patient (he had no time to be PC), his ailments had mostly been hemophilia and the occasional horrible bout of the shits. These were things that were true, and -- like being PC -- he didn't want to waste his time stepping around them. After that it was the cold sweats and persistent cotton mouth, but ( Read more... )

The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12

General RepresentativesShari Cooper ( Read more... )

Today, he's Batman ( Read more... )

It had happened again. Or at least Ianto assumed as he headed toward the Hub around noon that Friday. There was a general buzz about the place, the frantic flurry of people trying to figure out just how buggered they were by the island this time. It was a nervous tension, then added upon by glee or misery as islanders decided what to do with ( Read more... )

So here's what you missed on Glee:

Puck and Santana have been stranded on an island that kind of reminds them of Lost, except without the cool polar bears and the smoke monster, and both of them are missing home and feeling way out of their league, even if neither will admit to it. ( "Not your type of party, is it?" "If I say no, you're going to ( Read more... )

I always considered myself pretty fuckin' stable. Like I had my shit together. Had everything all figured out. I dunno how I managed to be so goddamn delusional, but fuck... I must've been real good at it. Fucking lying to myself at every goddamn turn ( Read more... )

For no reason other than the fact that nothing has gone too awfully wrong, Roger's happy ( Read more... )

Dated July 16, 2011:
The morning after Tom's disappearance, Neil buries his second husband's ring in the garden, alongside the first's.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG-13]

To be honest, I'm not even sure what the big deal is about turning eighteen. What's so different about that one-eight that makes people think you're officially qualified to be an adult, more so than you were yesterday? I've got two more years left of being a teenager, so it's not that. I mean, it just seems like a completely arbitrary number ( Read more... )

It had started out as an ordinary Friday night. George had gone to the Winchester early to start on Friday dinner, and while the end of the school term meant he hadn't brought any revision with him, he'd still brought a bit of reading material in the form of newspapers from home that the bookshelf had provided him earlier. They were from a bit in ( Read more... )