“That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus , subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia . Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals." --Jacob "Yasha" Livingston” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals. Jacob to Ben describing JT” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“it did occur to Tristan that this might not be the sanest moment of his life, but he couldn't allow lack of information or… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Ken brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I'd been paying so much attention to Ken, I didn't know what happened during… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Yamane leaned over until he was right in Rory's face. "Being with me isn't sweet and romantic. I like it messy, desperate, and sometimes… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus , subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia . Let… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“This is like teaching queer remedial at the continuation high school. You were fishing, and you caught me . Don't you get that?" "Oh,… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Why'd you go and have to have a straight boy crush?" "We all do. That's how fairies get their wings.” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "What?" Rory froze "Me," said… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“I think I kind of like the idea of you all cold and wet." "Oh right, I'll be at my best; no visible balls,… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Dear Lord,” began Randy, who paused for long enough that Tristan sneaked an eye open to look at him. His saw his mother’s cheek… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“No one is going to hurt you on my watch. -Tristan, Crossing Borders” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Experimenting with touch, he found he barely had to ripple a light fingertip over his sleeping lover, and Tristan would move, twisting until he… — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
