#jean blake

[commanderpeggymcgee]

Sweet little babies

Lucien and Jean smiling at each other

requested by anonymous

[manganart]

[wtungsten]

i was inspired by this post to try to make a somewhat coherent guide to the Robins ^^

you can find the full slideshow here :D

[reallyhardydraws]

ok these are ALSO a slay, i think i did upload these back in 2019 and then deleted them after i like... fell out with scooby doo 😅 and i was trying to scrub my AU from my blog. if i remember right these were for a back-to-original-era AU so very much like late 1960s/early 1970s fashion. i particularly like velma's looks. i really think i'm like, right about how their expanded wardrobes should look...

[commanderpeggymcgee]

I’ve never seen these before, they’re adorable 😩🥺

[papierboa]

[scooberish]

I'm trying to make sense of their hair

[thatsrightice]

When I went overseas my wife Jean shared an apartment in Chicago with the wives of two members of my crew, and an enterprising Herald American reporter took a picture of them. Gerry Hamilton (left) was married to Howard Hamilton, our bombardier; Margaret Ann Blakely (center) was married to Ev Blakely, our pilot. Jean is on the right.

Excerpt of A Wing and a Prayer by Harry H. Crosby

[hairtusk]

if nobody has got me at least I know my folk ladies have got me 😔✊

[silentartcave]

Clairen Skins 01

[end0r4]

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop

[dc-tournaments]

[buckyeah]

Me when people ask me for fic recs like i keep track of all the mountains i read or have an actual long term memory that didn't come from my fish brain

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[tlj1988]

[stick-ball]

The Sunshine Court by N.Sakavic + The Tyger by W.Blake

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water’d heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?