And you point to the sky and you don't know why

Also Brad/Cassidy and Cale/Tommy. A few of Werewolf!Alpha!Adam's pack bring him an injured fox for a toy/snack during the full moon. He decides to keep it as a pet instead. Imagine his surprise when the fox turns into a very befuddled naked man the next morning (in his bed).

It's hard to believe skykissed when she says that she's a brand new fic writer. She's churned out 61 62* parts of this comment fic so far, in a week, plus a side story and an unrelated Star Trek fusion drabble story**. (Roughly 50,000 words total, maybe?) And despite the blistering pace and no beta yet, it's all GOOD.

*She posted again while I was typing this.
**She also posted an unexpected part 2 while I was typing this. See? FAST.

Kris Allen's album is really legitimately excellent. It should have done so much better on the charts.

(I actually downloaded it a month or so ago, but I'm currently listening to it for about the tenth time. I hadn't mentioned it before because this Kradam thing took me by surprise, and I've been in denial.)