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poor dick wouldn't survive regency era drama, he'd be too easily caught up in some mama's scheme to entangle him in a compromising position with her daughter, and on his honor he would feel very obligated to marry her regardless of the actual circumstances. heaven forbid he gets caught holding someone's hand in front of others

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Symphony: A Jericho Zine - PREVIEW!

Hey guys! As some of you may know, I'm one of the guest writers for @jerichozine!

Symphony has over 50 pages of Jericho content and all profits will be donated to Communication First (a civil rights advocacy group for those with speech related disabilities).

Here is a snippet from my piece, A Scarf of Red Tied Round His Neck, which is about child Joey learning to adapt to his disability and rebuild his love of music now that he can no longer sing.

PRE-ORDERS ARE OPEN UNTIL DECEMBER 29, 2024 so make sure you get your orders in!

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go white boy goooo

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my sneak peek for @jerichozine ! preorders are now open -- go check this out! there's some really beautiful works in here, mine included :]

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This is my town now, and creeps like you are an endangered species.

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i wanted to try painting a connor but clearly something else happened here

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Preview unavailable at this time, please refresh the page.

Date: July 6, 2022 Author: JamieGaylePiff Rating: Teen Word Count/Status: 1,364, complete Dynamic: Jessica Vale & Sarah Vale, Jessica Vale & Melody Guthrie, Jessica Vale & Noriko Ashida Characters: Jessica Vale, Melody Guthrie, Sarah Vale, Noriko Ashida, Emma Frost, Megan Gwynn Tags: (Past) Major Character Death, (Past) Child Death, Alternate Universe - Twins, Canon Compliant, Krakoa Era (X-Men)

Summary: There is a bus, burning. There is an egg, hatching. There is a girl, watching.

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x2 logan my beloved

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Moment of Awesome - Melody Guthrie/Aero: Shortly after her arrival at the mansion, Mel meets a fellow flier and gets words of wisdom from the King of Atlantis.

A laugh bubbled up in Mel’s chest. Lord, she was way too tired for this. Maybe the whole not sleeping thing was catching up to her after all. “Yeah, flyin’ is totally sick, dude.”

Namor shook his head. "It is more than that. My people, you see, we were born to the sea. Promised to the waves, just as humans are condemned to the dirt. I was a child born to both — ears that pointed to the heavens, and the wings to take me there." He stopped himself and took a steadying breath. "The sky is a place neither of our peoples have dominion over. It is freedom. The winds are our right, the clouds our kingdom."

“Huh,” Mel said. “It’s different when you say it like that.” She wasn’t sure she agreed that everyone else was condemned, but flying was freedom. When she was in the air, Mel could do anything, be anyone. All her problems seemed so small from up above.

He wasn’t finished. "Then tell me, why did I find you with your feet on the ground?"

Mel looked out into the dark. Because she was tired. Because it was the middle of the night and she was a flying glow stick. She knew this wasn’t what Namor wanted to hear though. He wanted the itching feeling in the back of her mind ever since the night in the woods. The reason why she hadn’t gone flying with Sam or Jay yet. Why she just sat on the roof most nights.

“Because what if I ain’t the kind of person who deserves somethin’ so miraculous? I can’t fall when it’s taken away if I’m already on the ground.”

Namor's eyes snapped to her's, light refracting like something not quite human. "Fear and doubt are chains forged by lesser men. They only exist to limit those with true power, in an age that already finds any reason to limit those without." His expression tightened. "This world will never give what you deserve. You must take it."

She mulled over his words, but one thing echoed loudest no matter how hard she tried to push it away.

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

“I guess. Yer probably right,” Mel looked down to pick at a hangnail. A nervous tick. Mama always scolded her for it. “I don’ know.”

"Mel," which was stated both like 'fool' and, somehow, a promise at the same time, "Tell me who would know." It was a potential promise of vengeance, as if Namor would go and teach this Lord a lesson.

Silence stretched out between them in lieu of an answer. Mel didn’t have one.

"Come with me." He did not hold out a hand, but it was implied. Namor increased his hovering height a couple feet to really drive the message home.

Mel followed, because what else could she do? She’d spent the better part of the last week grounded to that roof. If her powers decided to fail again, then at least Namor might catch her.

One foot, then the other, and they were both soaring. Namor continued to ascend — up and up and up — until the mansion was in miniature, then a dot, until it was lost beneath the haze of cloud cover.

“It’s beautiful.” The sky was a never ending pool of moonlight and darkness. It took Mel’s breath away. She had never been up this high or glowed this brightly. If anyone below could see, they might have thought she was a star.

The other man hung, arms still crossed, like a dark opposite — a moon to her star. "Here is where we belong. The privilege that we few can truly can only appreciate. It is not given, or earned. This is our domain." A snarl crossed over his lips. "You cannot let others tell you who you are, or you will only fall."

“I think I understand.” And she did. The crystallized breath in front of her and the heavens above and the lightning below. Men with wings and men without. Miracles. Faith. Mel understood faith. She’d had faith in so many, so much. Maybe it was time she extended that faith to herself.

“I think you will,” he agreed.

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porting stuff over to my laptop, please accept this jean, very vaguely inspired by paranatural

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election so bad you made my chemical romance wake up

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trying some things out

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🃏 hero villain 🦇

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nvm!!!! won’t be in the pit but i will be in level 100!!!!! yippee!!!!

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comic books