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MANNY JACINTO + tumblr/reddit/twitter/tik tok text posts

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Pascal Janssen - Digital Forest

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Chapter 10 Snippet

Red Feather brushed his hand against mine as he passed by me, leaving his bundle carefully against the wall before crouching to build a fire in what must be the fireplace at the centre of the cave. I watched the smoke begin to drift up, then pass across to the entrance which was higher than where I now stood. The shape of the ceiling meant smoke could escape, but would allow the heat to circulate. As he built the fire larger, the light began to glimmer across the walls, revealing colour and shape which had been invisible in the grey light when we entered.

Turning to take it all in, I saw many painted images of people, animals, the sky and sun and rain. Which careful hands had made this temple? I was overcome, happiness and safety battling loss and fear. I had crossed so many hundreds of miles, not even knowing what was ahead, what I could have missed if the road had been different. My stresses were evaporating as the heat in my body built upwards. I crossed to where Red Feather was crouched and dutifully feeding the flames and I draped myself over his back.

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Derek Hinkey as Red Feather (American Primeval 2025)

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: American Primeval (TV 2025) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abish Pratt | Stone Woman/Red Feather Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, weaksauce Jacob Pratt, mate feeding, Courting Rituals, Hair Braiding, Somewhat sticking to canon chronology but heavily tweaked, Flirting, Dressing Room Sex, Well almost, Dressing Room fondling? Summary:

please don't hold this barmy idea against me T_T

ABO fic with Red Feather and Abish.

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Chapter 9 snippet

Red Feather's grip around my wrist was hot and dry, almost scorching like the city pavement in summertime. The last time I had been pulled by a hand had been Jacob's on our wedding night, tugging me along like a kite on a string, fighting the grounding and trying to pull gently away into the sky with the wind. Before that, was the clutch of another man, one of the ministers at the church pulling me inside before the ceremony. That day, my feet had been heavy as lead, as had my stomach and throat - but like a strong tide, he still managed to move me to follow. But before all of that, it was my father's hand. Stiff and stern, much as he himself was, like a band of cold iron. His hand was as a manacle, ripping me away from the company of other children, those with whom I was not allowed to associate.

Red Feather was no opressor, not as I had first feared. His touch was fire, prickling lightning and I was a tree about to explode in shards upon being struck, my blood boiling in my veins like the sap in the wood. Unlike those other men, he looked over his shoulder at me. His eyes showed many things - hunger, delight, warmth, pride and strength. There was no falsehood in him, just a will like mountain granite. Implacable come rain or shine.

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in the jaws of a lion may a dove find its rest - ABO abish/red feather

in the jaws of a lion may a dove find its rest (12120 words) by Ggachi Chapters: 6/? Fandom: American Primeval (TV 2025) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abish Pratt | Stone Woman/Red Feather Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, weaksauce Jacob Pratt, mate feeding, Courting Rituals, Hair Braiding, Somewhat sticking to canon chronology but heavily tweaked, Flirting Summary: please don't hold this barmy idea against me T_T ABO fic with Red Feather and Abish.

for anyone thinking, "hmmm I wish there were more Abish/Red Feather fics," I started my own one and I hope you will too!

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yes, I did forget to put any shade in her vest. blarg.

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Here's a crummy little sketch of Elsa, on her way back from Oregon in my personal fix-it timeline where she SURVIVED THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

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Sugar crystals

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That’s right, I’m back. Hang onto your husbands, girls! Nicole Kidman as Gillian Owens in Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

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The last skies of summer

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Waiting for the chilly spooky nights to return.

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Little My is not impressed with this late burst of summer weather. Neither am I 😡

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