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My list of Queer books.
Now my labeling only has to do with the main protagonist, except for the books labeled "Queer" some of those the main protagonist is not Queer but the book has lots of Queer main and side characters. I only included the first books to make it easier but some of these are series.
The problem with making lists for books is that there's So. Goddamn. Many! New ones are being released every single day so all I can really do is add as I go. I also take recommendations so let me know of books I missed (specify what category they go in please 😊). I could also add specific Sexualities and Genders but right now I'm just doing basic categories because this is going to take time.
MLM:
Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell
Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell
In Deeper Waters by F.T Lukans
So This Is Ever After by F.T Lukans
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell
The Gentleman's Guide To Vice And Virtue by Mackenzie Lee
The Fever King by Victoria Lee
Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston
The Taking Of Jake Livingston by Ryan Douglass
Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice
Right Where I Left You by Julian Winters
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater
Call Down The Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater
Zachary Ying and The Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Zhao
The Disasters by M.K England
Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo
And They Lived... by Steven Salvatore
The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta
Be Dazzled by Ryan La Sala
If This Gets Out by Sophie Gonzalez and Cale Dietrich
Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall
The Song Of Achilles by Madeleine Miller
WLW:
A Lesson In Vengeance by Victoria Lee
Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado
The Unbroken by C.L Clark
The Black Veins by Ashia Monet
Escaping Exodus by Nicky Drayden
The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri
The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson
The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling
The Girls Are Never Gone by Sarah Glenn Marsh
Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron
Deliah Green Doesn't Care by Ashley Herring Blake
The Lesbiana's Guide To Catholic School by Sonora Reyes
She's Too Pretty To Burn by Wendy Heard
You Should See Me In A Crown by Leah Johnson
One Last Stop by Casey Mcquiston
The Girl From The Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag
She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker Chan
Polyamorous:
Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao (F/M/M)
The Dark Artifices by Cassandra Clare (F/M/M)
A Dowry Of Blood by S.T Gibson (F/F/M/M)
The Fifth Season by N.K Jemisin (F/M/M)
Strange Grace by Tessa Gratton (M/F/M)
She Whom I Love by Tess Bowery (F/F/M)
Knell, Mr. President by Lauren Gallagher (F/M/M)
Chameleon Moon by RoAnna Sylvester (F/F/F)
Midnight At The Orpheus by Alyssa Linn Palmer (F/M/F Poly V)
Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi (Multiple Interlinked Poly V's)
The Fell Of Dark by Caleb Roehrig (M/M/M)
Books Of Raksura by Martha Wells
Lifelode by Jo Walton (M/M/F/F)
The Elemental Logic by Laurie Mark (6 person polycule)
The Tale Of The Five by Diane Duane (Group Polycule)
In The Ravenous Dark by A.M Strickland
Lead Me Astray by Sondi Warner
All Systems Red by Martha Wells
Queer (Books that have characters of many different identities):
Legendborn by Tracy Deonn
A Song Of Wraiths And Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown
Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
The Fifth Season by N.K Jemisin
The City We Became by N.K Jemisin
Heartstopper by Alice Oseman (everything written by them is Queer)
Chef's Kiss by T.J Alexander
The Long Way To A Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers
Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker and Wendy Xu
The Backstagers and The Ghost Light by Andy Mientus and Ryan Sygh
Once & Future by A.R Capetta and Cory McCarthy
Nimona by N.D Stevenson
Trans/Non-Binary/GNC:
Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas
The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas
A Million Quiet Revolutions by Robin Gow
Lakelore by Anna-Marie McLemore
The One True Me And You by Remi K. England
All Boys Aren't Blue by George M Johnson
When The Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore
Felix Ever After by Kacen Callander
Pet by Akwaeke Emezi
Self-Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore
Aro/Ace Spectrum:
Loveless by Alice Oseman
Radio Silence by Alice Oseman
The Cybernetic Tea Shop by Meredith Katz
Elatsoe by Darcie Little Bardger
Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire l
Tarnished By The Stars by Rosiee Thorr
Let's Talk About Love by Claire Kann
Hazel's Theory of Evolution by Lisa Jenn Bigelow
The Sound Of Stars by Alechia Dow
Thaw by Elyse Springer
The Ladies Guide To Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzie Lee
#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqa#lgbtqia#mspec#aroace#queer love#asexual#gay#lesbian#bisexual#transgender#non binary#queer#alphabet mafia#books#queer books#heartstopper#mlm#wlw#trans#gnc#queer community#lgbtq community#Polyamorous#polyam#Polyamory#pansexual#lists
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“Sonsuz olan, küçük şeylerdir, geri kalan her şey gelip geçicidir.” (Antonio Porchia)
“Sonsuzluk kendisini küçük şeylere gömer, sadece küçük şeylerde gömülü olduğu sürece vardır.” (Jacqueline Winter Thomas)
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Title: Ch.1: First Impressions
Summary: The year is 1925. Main character Jacqueline Rose is part of an organized crime family in Chicago during the 1920s when a family rival Luca Changretta of the Sicilian Mafia over takes them. Desperate for help, Jacqueline travels to Birmingham where another crime family is experiencing the same thing, to try and join as well as make an alliance with the notorious Peaky Blinders. Meeting with the one and only Thomas Shelby, Jacqueline hopes to persuade him and his family he can trust her to take down their common enemy, but will he? Will the Shelby Family trust her?
Word Count: 2,483
Warnings: mentions killing
A/N: based off of season 4 of Peaky Blinders so spoilers if you have not seen season 4. Some events happened in the show and others I added my own. This is not the official chapter one title. I will be posting each chapter separate some in parts until I am done with the entire fan fic which will consist of 6 chapters total. Once done I will make a big post and link the official chapters in the post. Hope you guys enjoy I've been working on this entire fan fic for six years now lol. Anyway, hope you guys like the first chapter<3
I step out of the automobile and close the door behind me. Standing outside in the foggy streets of Birmingham in the neighborhood of Small Heath, winter of 1925 with my rose print coat and my mini black purse clenched tightly by my side. The cold breeze brushed through my hair as I walked down the lane. Watery Lane, they called it. I inhale sharply. This is what I have to do to save myself. My fear would be hard to conquer, but I had to do it if I wanted to survive.
My name is Jacqueline Rose. I am 23 years old and I am the daughter of once the most notorious gangster in the Midwest, Clifton Rose. My family was the biggest ruling gang in Chicago called The Blood Red Roses. Everyone feared us. Even Al Capone knew not to mess with us. I was born in downtown Chicago. I lived there my whole life. I am the youngest of two brothers. My other older brother, Alex, is still alive and is now the leader of our gang. My oldest brother Charles was killed in a shootout along with my father on the same day by our enemy, Luca Changretta. Leader of an Italian gang and part of the Sicilian Mafia in New York. They were good friends with my family until one day things changed and they turned their back on us. We have allies but once they found out he took us over, they all refused to offer aid because Luca threatened them not to help us. No one can beat their numbers, there are a ton of them.
For a year now there have been bloodbaths between our two families. More like a vendetta, you may call it. Most of the people working for us are not family but close friends. The majority of my gang escaped or were killed. Luca Changretta wants to erase my family's name from the face of the earth, but I won't let him. I was an assassin for my family’s gang and I was good at it. So what am I doing here in Birmingham England? To join a new gang, a notorious gang, to form a new alliance, and to have protection. They call themselves the Peaky Blinders.
I stand in front of the headquarters located on Watery Lane and stare at the two doors which read, SHELBY COMPANY LIMITED. The Shelby family runs it, and Thomas Shelby is their head. I’ve heard about the man and how handsome he is, kind, but also very manipulative. The Shelbys also hate Luca Changretta and his gang, so there’s one thing we have in common, which might help me get this job.
I walk towards the entrance to the building’s headquarters, almost being toppled over by pedestrians. As soon as I walked in, dozens of men with nice suits white collared shirts, gray vests, and peaked caps, were rushing past me. The paper was flying, the phones were ringing, and this was one busy place. I walk to the front desk, to see a woman with black bobbed hair and green eyes.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asks looking up at me.
“ I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Shelby.”
“Hold on one moment please,” she tells me and picks up the phone. After a few seconds, she hangs up the phone and gestures to me to follow her.
“This way,” she says. Upstairs was more calm and less noisy. The woman told me to wait in the hall for a moment before she would call me into Mr. Shelby’s office. A few minutes pass and the woman comes back.
”Ma’am? Mr. Shelby is ready for you,” she says, taking me to a set of two tall brown doors that read Shelby Company Ltd. As the woman opened the doors, I took a deep breath, walked in, and saw a tall figure standing in front of the sunlit window with a straight posture holding a drink in his hand. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, and cologne. There was so much space between me and his desk. He turns around and I am stunned by his facial features. His jawline was sharp as a knife, he looked to be in his early to mid-thirties and had the most beautiful ice-blue eyes. Not a wrinkle in sight on his gray vest or the sleeves of his white collared shirt underneath. Half of a golden chain hung out of his pocket, the rest tucked in his vest.
“Jacqueline Rose.”
“Thomas Shelby,” he says, extending out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby,” I say, walking up to shake his hand. He clears his throat.
“Please sit,” he gestures and I take a seat in a wooden round armchair, crossing my legs with my purse on my lap to appear a bit more charming. His long polished wooden desk had stacks of paperwork, a bottle of whiskey, a crystal ashtray, a telephone, a bowl-shaped lamp, and some letters. Behind him was a spinning globe and a big brown bookshelf filled with books, family pictures, and on the wall hung paintings of horses.
“Would you like some?” he asks, pointing to the bottle of whiskey in front of him.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I reply. It would be rude to reject a drink since I am coming to his aid.
“My secretary recalls you are from America, yeah?” He pours me a glass and hands the drink to me.
“Yes. Chicago to be exact.” I take the drink in my sweaty hands, take a sip, and rest the glass on my lap.
“So, Ms. Rose,” he says, leaning back in his leather chair and lighting a cigarette. “What brings you here to Birmingham?” he asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“I’m here because I want to work for you.” He blinks at me with no expression on his face and leans forward on his desk.
“My apologies, but I’m afraid all the women vacancies have been filled,” he says.
“Oh I won’t be working in the women's positions, I'll be working with the men,” I tell him, giving a half-smile. He stares at me unfazed and takes a drag of his cigarette.
“Are you a whore?” he asks bluntly.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Are you a whore?” he asks again nonchalantly. I clench my jaw slightly.
“No, I’m not a whore, Mr. Shelby,” I implied.
“If you’re not a whore then you’ve come to the wrong place then,” he says, exhaling a swirl of smoke. ‘Or you could be a barmaid,” he suggests.
“I’m not here to be a whore or a barmaid Mr. Shelby. I already told you what I came here for.” I was losing my patience.
“With all due respect Ms. Rose I don't think…I don’t think you are suited for it,” he says plainly. I stare at him, fixing my eyes on him.
“Do you know who I am, Mr. Shelby?”
“Only your name and that’s about it,” he replies, taking a smoke of his cigarette. I stare at him with a fierce look in my eyes and smirk.
“ I guess you can say I am part of an organized crime gang called The Blood Red Roses. As you can see by my coat,” I say, implying my black coat full of roses grinning proudly. He quickly takes back a smile as I continue. “We work with the mafia, we kill anyone who comes in our way, those who betray us, and we are known for showing no mercy. You must’ve heard about us, I’m sure.” He nods slowly.
“You know, I believe I might've heard of your organization.”
“I know you have. We’re hard to miss,” I tell him, smirking.
“I see, and what role did you play in your family's business?” he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette. I stare at him with hostile eyes leaning closer.
“ I was the assassin.” He swallows but tries to act unconcerned. He plays with his cigarette on the ashtray without looking at me due to fear but is forced to because of the information I told him.
“Why do you want to work for The Peaky Blinders?” he asks curiously.
“I want to work for The Peaky Blinders because I need help. My family is ruined and I need your family’s protection,” I tell him.
“Why us? I’m sure you have lots of allies willing to help you back in Chicago, no?” I shake my head.
“No. We don’t.”
“What happened to them?”
“They were all threatened by our common enemy. Luca Changretta.” His face becomes pale as if the blood was drained out of him from mentioning that name.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. I unclasp my purse and take out a white card with a black hand printed on it.
“I’m assuming he gave you this?” I ask, sliding him the card.
“They got you too eh?” he scoffs looking down at the card.
“For a year now,” I tell him.
“Fuck,” he says leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes. I grabbed the card and put it back in my purse, I took a look around the room. The pictures of the family were hard not to miss.
“I can see you’re a family man. You value family and you’d do anything to protect them.”
“It’s true, you’re not wrong,” he says, sighing. “ I grew this business for my family. Started you as a regular working-class family but then we moved up in the world, so yes, I agree. I would say I consider myself a family man,” he says, taking a sip of whiskey.
“If you agree then you should be open to the idea. The idea of me working for you, because Mr. Shelby I too value family and would do anything to protect mine. Even if it means doing sacrifices of the unthinkable. I assume you have made sacrifices for your family before.” He says nothing but looks at the pen he is fiddling with on his desk. “Help protect a family member as if it was your own. I am counting on you and your family Mr. Shelby. Let me prove it to you I can be of good help-”
“I don’t know! I don’t fuckin know, alright?” he yells getting up and walking to the window in frustration.
“I don't even know you,” he says, turning around.
“Then get to,” I tell him. He scoffs smoking his cigarette, fixing his attention back out the window.
“How can we trust you?” How do we not know you’re some spy of Luca’s?”
“Our fathers worked together for years,” I told him.
“Oh did they,” he says unimpressed.
“Yes, they did. They kept it a secret, which is why it makes me believe that if they did, and you let me work for you, then I am in partnership with a very decent family.” He slowly looks at me, switching his eyes to the floor before drawing his cigarette. He stands there gazing out the window, thinking.
“You need me.”
“No, I don’t think we do,” he says, clenching his jaw ever so slightly as if he changed his mind last minute.
“You don’t think you guys need me? How many of Luca’s men have you killed?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t respond and instead looks at his feet.
“Mhm, exactly what I suspected. Zero.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes.
“ I killed four of his men. By myself, while my gang was under attack. Four versus zero here Mr. Shelby, you know who’s winning in this vendetta right now. My organization consists of five hundred and more members stationed all across the globe. How many are there of you? Twenty, thirty perhaps, and you guys couldn’t even kill one?” He doesn’t respond to my question and looks annoyed as he looks out the window.“Also Mr. Shelby I must add, it was so easy getting through the front door of this place, anyone could walk right in here,” I point out. “If I were you, I would invest some time for better security.” He scoffs at me and looks away, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“Although, think about this. Hear me out. Together we can defeat this son of a bitch. I know you want to defeat him as much as I do and be free of this burden,” I explained to him. This caught his attention slightly. Judging from the facial expressions, he doesn’t know what to do, to be honest. He doesn't know if he should say yes to me or no. I get up from my chair and stand in front of his desk. “Listen, Mr. Shelby, I am good at my job. I have killed many people. About half of those people were Luca’s.” I trace the outside rim of my glass. “You see, I’ve heard of the notorious Peaky Blinders of Birmingham and knew they’d be good. I know I can trust your family, knowing that I would get the same trust back, and this is why I came here,” I explain. There was a moment of silence before he gave me a response. I couldn’t tell if his face read terror or craziness from what I said. He probably never heard of a woman killing as many people before. He stepped back from the window, took one last drag of his cigarette before pressing it on the tray, and put his hands in his pockets
“If we hire you, what will we get in return?”
“An alliance with The Blood Red Roses. A partnership of course. We’ll provide you with anything you need. I heard you guys are into the liquor business, no? You already have relations in Boston, think of what Chicago can bring you. I’ll make sure to bootleg your product over here,” I say. He nods slightly leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.
“Please. I’ll prove it to you.” I plead.
“Alright,” he tells me. “You’re hired.” A sigh of relief goes through my whole body.
“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.”
“I may have hired you, but I still need to get my family’s approval. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at seven o’clock, wear something nice, but not too fancy, and don’t be late,” he says handing me a piece of paper.
“I won’t,” I tell him. He leads me to the door and opens it for me.
“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Rose and welcome to Birmingham,” he says.
“Thank you and I look forward to working with you Mr. Shelby,” I say, shaking his hand.
“Til tomorrow then,” he says.
“Til tomorrow,” I confirm with a smile on my face, walking away with my heels clicking behind me. Victory never felt so good.
To be continued of this chapter...
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders imagine#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#peaky blinders x reader#1920s#historical fiction#season 4#circa 1925#birmingham#waterylane#smallheath#peaky blinders season 4#peaky blinders fan fiction
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List of available muses currently as I rework my profile ~
-OC's-
(Female)
Inessa "Nessy" (Candice King) Flower Nymph
Samira "Sam" (Violet Myers/ Alexa Demie) Air Nymph
Cassia "Cass" (Jane Levy???) Water Nymph
Isadora "Izzy" (Emma Kotos) Meadow Nymph
Leora "Leo" (Daisy Ridley) Underworld Nymph
Ascella "Ella" (Lily James) Celestial Nymph
Charlotte "Charlie" (Hailee Steinfeld) Muse descendant
Ryann (Gabriel Epstein) Were-Coyote
Mimi (Olivia Rodrigo) Winter Pixie
Tien (Cindy Tran) Vietnamese Water Nymph
Jacqueline "Jack" (Madelyn Cline) Human
Tiegan "Tee" (Zoey Deutch) Human
Poppy (Sabrina Carpenter) Human
(Male)
Syrian (Oliver Jackson-Cohen) Demi-God
Carlyle "Lyle" (Adam Driver) Were-Bear
Edrian "Ed" "Eddy" (Riz Ahmed) Demi-God
Maxwell "Max" (Tyler Hoechlin) Vampire
Esben "Benny" (Thomas Brodie-Sangster) Were-Raven
Isaac "Pitch" (Aaron Taylor Johnson) Demi-God
~Canon~
(Female)
Wanda Maximoff- Marvel
Kate Bishop- Marvel
Honestly not that many, but if you think I'd write someone well let me know!
(Male)
Peter Parker (Tom Holland)- Marvel
Stiles Stilinski- Teen Wolf
Peter Hale- Teen Wolf
Chris Argent- Teen Wolf
Let me know if there's any canon men you'd think I'd write well too <3
#indie rp#independent rp#canon rp#marvel rp#muse list#ourwrittenstories;;;#ask about any and we can chat/plot!#i dont know what rpers tag with anymore to get noticed#feel free to dm me as i am shy!
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- Jacqueline Winter Thomas, Forsythia
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“He thought she was beautiful. She was. Though she looked like a fully grown woman and carried herself like one, she had all the great and obvious attributes of youth. He desired, feared, and envied her. She was perfectly formed, rich, and young. And because he had to struggle for his living despite his many physical imperfections, she seemed to him to be gifted and blessed beyond measure, despite the fact that he knew that she had consumption and was full of the wisdom of those who are slowly dying.”
“Morning sun now made the room as white as sugar, and the drafts and breezes made it cold. "If you're what I've got," she said, "then you're what I'll take." He might have been offended, but she did not sound in the least sorry for herself. It was as if she knew about him more even than he did. He nodded to say that he understood. Whatever it was, it did not appear to be a marriage made in heaven. For the first time in his life, he felt exactly what he was, and he was not impressed. Still, he wanted to embrace her. But that seemed out of the question, and the room grew whiter and whiter.
Underneath them, in the basement, the automatic furnace switched on, and the entire shiplike frame of the Penn house shuddered. They could hear the rhythmic beating of the oil burner and the bright yellow pounding of the flame. He wanted more than anything in the world to embrace her. But it seemed out of the question.
Then she turned to him and stretched out her arms. And he went to her as if he had been born for it.”
“By spring, Beverly's soul had ascended. She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side, and it ruined him forever.”
- Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale (Pocket Books, 1983)
Goodbye Jac. You were always my Beverly Penn. I should have known that like her, you would not be with us for long. But as you once said to me, I treasure how sacred our days together were, despite their brevity.
Jacqueline Winter Thomas/Heteroglossia - April 18, 2019
J. Craig - unencumberedbylogic/aweltanschauung
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Eternity buries itself in smaller things.
Eternity buries itself in smaller things.
How desperately I have wished for memories to be eternal, but eternity exists only insofar as it buries itself in smaller things. The photograph will exist longer than I can ever remember its being taken. Even the candle which burns exists longer than my recollection of the candle or its burning—it exists but is transmogrified.
In this way, in smaller things, it is buried. In this way, maybe, I am buried too.
— Jacqueline Winter Thomas (March 23, 1991 – April 18, 2019), “4.7.19,” heteroglossia
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Jacqueline Winter Thomas, poet and poststructuralist (March 23rd, 1991 – April 18th, 2019)
“Today I opened the curtains and saw the light, in straight lines, refract.” (from Dialogue with an Optimist)
see https://heteroglossia.tumblr.com/
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The Other Side of the River - Jacqueline Winter Thomas
I. The rivers are clear and, if you say, The rivers are clear,then there are fields crushed below.
II. If fields, then there are lines perceived as distances above and below, and these are the assumptions of distance:
IIa. If it is not the same fire which burns the rivers and the fields.
IIb. If the body separate is the leitmotif of the body.
IIc. If the other is the other side of the river.
IId. If we are cursed to hypotheticals, river blue and sky.
III. If you miss me, sister, and I cannot speak, and there are bodies crushed below.
#jacqueline winter thomas#heteroglossia#poem#poetry#death#lit#literature#diagram#poetry magazine#philosophy
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There is also always alongside the violence of capitalism that of alienation: the laborer is devoid any of deep connection to the work – whether that be the land or language – so that the very act of writing a poem is, in its most literal sense, a rebellion against that distance: a connection to the landscape of the text itself. When we can make of our poverty, our estrangement, poems: this threatens those who hoard their wealth.
| Jacqueline Winter Thomas, in a Tumblr exchange with an anonymous follower, reposted by Just Postmodern Explorations
When we can make of our poverty, our estrangement, poems: this threatens those who hoard their wealth.
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“The little things are what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.” (Antonio Porchia)
“Eternity buries itself in smaller things. It exists only insofar as it buries itself in smaller things.” (Jacqueline Winter Thomas)
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via Brandon Amico
[Those who have not been buried in dreams may represent the future, and the future is a staircase with windows on both sides.]
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He Who Sleeps But Shall Awake.
Shuma-Gorath is one of the Great Old Ones.
Cover by Alex Ross.
Invaders Now! Vol 1 #4, December 2010.
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