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From "The Lava Man" in Journey into Mystery #97, October 1963. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Don Heck inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Artie Simek letters.
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From "The Lava Man" in Journey into Mystery #97, October 1963. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Don Heck inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Artie Simek letters.
Info from Grand Comics Database
phones should have a thumbtack over the "post" button so only those willing to sacrifice blood can partake in online discourse
Proverbs 24:5 (NLT) - The wise are mightier than the strong, and those with knowledge grow stronger and stronger.
ENG Partners + Napier, United States for Strong National Museum of Play.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 18/19: The Strong
“It’s fine, I’m sorry, I should’ve called ahead, but I was worried that—,” she trailed off as she walked around the otherside of the bed and pulled over one of the temporary plastic chairs; they’d been intermittently occupied by either Geralt or Eskel for the last few days, and it felt strange to gaze across the bed and see Keira sitting there now. “The children are desperate to see you both. They’ve asked me hundreds of questions, and I’ve done my best to reassure them, but I think they need to see that you’re both okay. Mason had a nightmare that Aiden was dead, Zoe’s worried you’re crying.”
Lambert nodded. “But you wanted to make sure there weren’t any limbs hanging off before you brought them in, that’s fair.”
She made the face she always did when Lambert was horrendously blunt. “Well, partly, but also to ask whether it would be okay. I wasn’t sure what state you’d be in either, whether having them here would just make it harder,” she sighed, her gaze wandering back up to Aiden’s face. “Have the doctors given any idea when he might wake up?”
“No, they said he’ll do it in his own time,” Lambert smirked. “Knowing Aiden, he’s already scheduled it in his diary and won’t open his eyes a single second earlier. Running through case files in his mind or some shit.”
Kiera smiled brightly and Lambert was rather taken aback by it. Sometimes he forgot just how radiantly gorgeous she was; he’d fallen in love with that smile. It made her entire face light up. She leaned back in her chair, hands folded in her lap. “Hmm, he’s the perfect counterweight to your chaos, isn’t he?” She paused. “I’m glad. It’s good to see you happy again, and I’m—I’m so sorry this has happened. He doesn’t deserve it, and neither do you.” The smile faded. Her gaze dropped.
There was that heavy silence weighted on either side by respective guilt and regret. “No one deserves this crap,” Lambert murmured finally. “Sometimes it just happens. And you’ve got to work through it the best you can. Thanks for, uh, still offerin’ to let me see the kids, I wouldn’t blame you if you’d—.”
“Lambert, no, ” Kiera said sharply, and then rubbed her eyes, taking a breath to bring her voice level again. “Those days—that time—it’s over. They deserve you, and you deserve them, I was—I made poor choices, but at the time, I—.”
“You were a heavily pregnant young woman whose husband had been replaced by this shitty, unpredictable asshole. Said asshole looked dangerously like his father in how he was behaving too, and we both know how that turned out. You were protecting your babies,” Lambert finished for her and she looked at him, startled. “I don’t blame you. I’m—fuck, I’m grateful. I could’ve—the damage I could’ve done.”
“You’re not him, Lambert,” she murmured, and reached out. Her hand hesitated in the air above his hand, and then finally settled over the top. “You’re not. And I should’ve known that.” She squeezed his hand lightly, and then smiled when his fingers curled around hers in return. They could play the blame game all day, but they’d just continue moving around in circles. “They’re our babies. Aiden’s too. And they need us all there to raise them.” She sat back, leaving his hand to rest on Aiden’s knee. “And bloody hell, I need the back up. Zoe’s like a smaller version of you, and sometimes I’m way out of my depth.”
“Yeah? What do you think it’s like when they give me The Look? Your look. Mason called me cringe in your exact voice.”
She gasped. “Well, now you’ve reached peak Dad. Cringe is a prestigious accolade.”
*staggers into frame, clutching side*
I can’t....
Its too much....I can’t recover from this one.....there’s no going on from here....
I saw...there’s....someone wrote....on Ao3....there’s....
*gasping sob*
a Bobby Drake/....
I can’t even say it
SOMEONE SHIPPED BOBBY DRAKE WITH STILES I CANT ITS TOO MUCH ITS TOO FAR I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW AND HAVE A NICE COMA GOODNIGHT CRUEL WORLD I’LL SEE YOU WHEN THE END OF DAYS IS OVER PLZ DONT WAKE ME BEFORE THEN I DONT WANNA BE HERE THERE’S BILES IN THE WOODS.
Look I know this is dramatic but I ACCEPTED that S/ciles was a thing okay I knew there was no stopping Scott from being shipped with him but DICK, KYLE AND BOBBY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SAFE!!!!!
*soooooooooooooobs*