Topher Lydon

Don't... it's a trigger for me... :: shudders at the thought and memory of Orange Pekco:: It's a blight upon this land, why... WHT did you dump perfectly good tea into Boston Harbour, and then make the abomination against all things holy that is *that* tea... I ... it was so bad... that I refused to drink it, no North American was allowed to make me a cup of tea... evil... nasty... I became a coffee drinker out of sheer spite! *ahem* that and eggs, why for the love of all things... why can't Canadians make eggs right? *grumbles* it is so hard to just fry it, pepper it and leave it the HELL alone... I mean if I can do it, why can't... what in the ever living @#$@# is Cilantro? Why is it in my eggs, and why are you so smug about it... Ok, I obviously need the big mug of coffee today

Oh we all know Deano would enjoy that far FAR too much.

Poor Deano, desperate not to have to get on his knees for the boss, ADAMANT that it is eventually going to happen and he can't do crap about it. Love Deano, "I'll invest in kneepads then" "F**k Kier, what is it with you and that piece of yours, is it F-ing gold plated or something?"

i have one of those cups... for really rough mornings...

🎼Jingle Spoons, Jingle spoons, Jingle on the wall🎵 Oh what fun they had, in bed, on that cold day.🎶

They're definitely the type to do so, I mean over the winter Alvin acquired a pack of Higgins lads via pizza nights. Still looking forward to him getting his own animal tee-shirt (The Higgins clan is rather fond of their Zoo) Though it's going to be interesting to see them in a year or so, when Tabby has to undergo his first Christmas in the snow, stuffed into a Tabby Cat Christmas sweater, getting snowed on.

I am reminded of this power duet by two of the greats:

You just described my Granny's house!!!

You're the best guess so far.

Morning, there. May Riley's tea sustain you all... And he would like to remind people that just because he's sort of in a truce Doesn't mean he don't win! 'Cause Riley wins!

Chapter Fifteen: The Accord of Wolves The door to Flat 4B opened, spilling a wedge of buttery electric light and the thick, settled smell of stale tobacco and boy into the dim corridor. Deano stepped out, the sharp scent of his cheap aftershave cutting through the domestic fug. He paused on the threshold, adjusting the collar of his navy tracksuit with fastidious irritation. Around his neck, ludicrously incongruous against the shiny nylon, hung a striped polyester tie—maroon and grey, the co

Briefcase was a late stage introduction to please @Summerabbacat

Interesting theory

At least one Alvin Katz gets to keep his boyfriend without Titan last of the War God's descending, or Gorean shock troops, a flotilla of Amsus, and a crazed AI hell bend on Xenocide crashing the party. I really, really, really need to wrap Doctor Kyr in more plot armour.

purrrr-fection

It's in the water

Sure, in : Granny's Got another Plan.

I wish that were untrue LOL

It could also been seen at therapy for both of them, a rules based, take it out on me system. Except thing never do go to plan in that situation.

They have that... unerring ability to cut each other to the bone with the right words. But at this point, they are the only two who really see each other. Finn Grady the Foster kid, Garrett Vickers the fallen Prince, 'Cept they both now know the truth. Fine line between hate and...

The barbs between these two are epic, they have such I hate on for each other it's great watching them both unravel.

I don't work anymore, so I have my days free, and a lot of these are pre-written, this one for example is fully complete. so I release two a day... supposedly, when the buttons work. One more action oriented in the morning and one more conventional (or in this case unconventional) love story around eleven my time.

K so, I hit the button and publish the book. Hit the button... and it goes live, but the chapters aren't live... so I go an set the timer on the chapters, and hit save, and then I blink, and two chapters go live, and the timer is now set on Chapter two? Am I drunk? I swear all I have had is a sniff of an empty bottle....