Topher Lydon

I remember there being a poster where if you folded it, it made bella disappear and the two boys kiss

True, but to be fair, Andy is not himself at the moment.

Andy's too busy fussing over Lucas. Apex predator to whipped by a teenager... Much to the delight of the wolfpack.

I am so writing a chapter about the great Cat Codfather, and his plan to strike back

You know the cats are plotting operation TAKE IT BACK!

i am pretty sure Lucas can't tell the difference between a timber wolf and labrador, he's not the most detail orientated mind

09 Tuesday mornings in the Cooper household of found-family chaos usually began with a profound lack of grace. Today was no different. The high school parking lot was bathed in the harsh, unforgiving light of a suburban morning. Andy leaned against the rusted passenger-side door of the 1972 Impala, looking like he had just stepped out of a brooding black-and-white French film, if that film had been shot next to a row of dented Honda Civics. He was wearing his vinta

Yeah this is 2002, so if Finn's 19 in 2025 he's three - four years away.

Finn Grady is a couple of years away yet. He and Orel. Right now I think Oliver is just being born.

Andrew's needed this... edge. He's lacked it and it's kept him off balance. He knows what he wants, and he's going to try to take it.

Got 'em Good morning Goes to show you what a gearhead from Merrickville can do when pushed. Go Walter!

The drive from the sterile, automated cathedral of the Ford Oakville Assembly Complex to the gritty, industrial heart of Oshawa took over an hour, but to Andrew Highmore, it felt like a descent back into reality. The sky above the 401 had settled into a uniform, oppressive slate grey, threatening a sleet storm that never quite materialized. Inside the cabin of the 2005 Mustang MULE, the atmosphere was dense with a different kind of pressure. Derek Kellerman sat in the passenger seat, his e

i don't remember where I saw the joke, but there is a meme or something about the war between Dogs and Squirrels... I felt carrying it over and letting Marty share it.

Andy, for all his protests, seems to quite like being pack adjacent. His friendship with Marty works, and his relationship with Lucas has changed his world.

She believed he'd fold. She underestimated how much Poitr loves Flynn. He's shallow, vain, superficial, and selfish... but he has one person in his life, only one.

LET.HIM.GO!

Poitr woke to a cold mattress and the silence of an apartment that felt entirely too large. He sat up, the thousand-dollar suit pants wrinkling against the pallets. The fabric was wrong—too stiff, too expensive, a costume he'd been wearing for days. He hated it. He hated the way it smelled, the way it felt, the way it made him look like someone he wasn't. "Flynn?" Nothing. No hum of the hotplate. No shuffling of bare feet on concrete. No sarcastic comment about the state of the

08 The morning sun was an aggressive, cheerful yellow, beating down on the suburban asphalt with an optimism that Andy found personally offensive. He was a creature of the night, a 300-year-old apex predator who had spent centuries swathed in the comforting, blood-soaked shadows of European history. He had navigated the cobblestone streets of Victorian London, the gaslit alleys of Paris, and the smog-choked nights of the Industrial Revolution. Now, he was driving a rusted, b

Andrew also has a tendency to steal Will's ties.

Short kings rule! *ahem* I am 6' so I hear ya, something amazing about a determined short guy with a step stool LOL

Peter has always been written as the empathic one, he's grumpy I try to keep him the "Tired Empath" personality type. I think that's part of why he gets so angry... he's spending so much of his energy reading other people's needs/desires/cares... He's one cup of coffee away from an explosion. Then later comes West, who fights back. (It's what makes the West/Peter relationship so entertaining, they push each other's buttons, and Peter doesn't have to 'care/coddle' West the way he has to protect Jason.) Just random espresso morning thoughts. :: sips ::

Well we know from Capt. vs Goofball that Jason has a thing for ties Kenny wears one to the dance. Now we know where he gets it from

Three nights later, the wanting came back. It always came back. Andrew's words had helped—had lifted something, had made Jason feel less alone—but they hadn't made the wanting stop. Nothing made it stop. It lived in him now, a low hum beneath everything, waiting for moments of weakness to surge forward. Tonight, the house was quiet, the kind of deep, settling quiet that came only after midnight. Jason lay on his bed, the sheet tangled around his legs, his heart a frantic drum against h

Lucas was dying... he flopped dramatically over Andy, covered in sweat, chugging water after the three mile run he'd just been dragged on. "I deserve loving after that! But I don't have the energy, so you're going to have to do all the work." "You need a shower..." "This is all your fault, every bead of sweat... You're just going to have to hold me up and wash me... and kiss every aching muscle." "I could just leave you here and go read." Andy said looking up from his book. "You're so mean! Carry me!" Lucas made a pathetic mewling noise and pushed at Andy demanding to be carried. "If I must, but know if I have to wash you, it won't be sexy fun times... I am getting into every nook and cranny... you will be CLEAN afterwards." "Inside too?" Lucas looked hopefully at his boyfriend. "You're such a pervert." "A pervert who loves his kind and gentle boyfriend..." "Oh ho, you will wish I was gentle after I get the scrub brush." "Noooooooooooooo!" Lucas mewled again. "Gentle boyfriend, who is kind and loving... and worships me like the god that I am!" "If I must..."

Weird West at it's best! Loved it. You're going to want to put on your hat and boots for this one, it's going to take you on a journey. The characters are fun, it's engaging, and you're going to love it.