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From all of us at JSTOR, happy Black History Month!

The profound impact of African American writers, artists, politicians, and academics, along with countless others, is indelibly etched into the fabric of American history–and we'll be highlighting them all month long.

Image credit: 

Fink, Larry (1941-2023). Malcolm X, Rally for Birmingham, Harlem, NY, May, 1963. 1963, printed 2019. Archival pigment print, 22 x 17 in. (55.88 x 43.18 cm). 

Levy, Mark. Mississippi Freedom Summer 1964. 1964. Queens College Special Collections and Archives.

Borg, Erik. Toni Morrison. August 26, 1977. 

Lisa Kuzia. Angela Davis. 1980-1985. Black and white photography, 4 3/4 x 3 3/4 in. Special Collections and Archives, Colby College Libraries, Waterville, Maine. 

Padow-Sederbaum, Phyllis. Junior NAACP Demonstration. 1963. Queens College Special Collections and Archives. 

Allied Printing Trades Council. Placard from Memorial March Reading “HONOR KING: END RACISM!” 1968.  National Museum of African American History and Culture; On View: NMAAHC (1400 Constitution Ave NW), National Mall Location, Concourse 1, C1 053; Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. 

Created by C. M. Battey, American. W.E.B. Du Bois/. 1918. Silver and photographic gelatin on photographic paper. National Museum of African American History and Culture; Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. 

Mosley, John W. Civil Rights Demonstrators at Girard College. Philadelphia PA: Temple University Libraries, 1965-07-17. Charles L. Blockson Afro-American Collection.

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Dotted stem bolete!! It turns blue the moment you cut into it, very cool. I imagine it’s hiding an alien alter ego inside of it.

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Everything okay?

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. For 24/7 peer support and other resources, message KokoBot on Tumblr.

If you are in the United States, please try:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255) The Trevor Project (LGBTQ youth, ages 13-24) National Eating Disorders Association (online chat, text) RAINN (National Sexual Assault Hotline)

If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find resources for your country.

For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.

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two more pics from my Everglow zine I hadn't posted yet! ✨

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Color & mood exploration paintings I did for Spider HQ!

I only did paint and color for these - design and layout of this space is the vision of the incredible Patrick O'Keefe and all the spiders are character designs by the amazing Kris Anka!

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I need proof

i saw a frog but it got away before i could get a photo so you'll just have to believe me

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Victor Hugo - Le Phare des Casquets (1866)

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|[Peer pressure]|

[Rae x GN! Reader]

Genre: action / very slightly angsty

Request:

could I request some undercover comfy cartel reader x rae? if that’s okay!

Word count: 5K

Warnings: physical fighting, guns, shooting, hints and mentions of blood, betrayal, hint of torture (small), mafia themes 

Synopsis: losing yourself in a job was easy when undercover, that is until you get a surprising order and meet a friend once more

A/n: Okay so I’m not dead, just very busy with uni. This took a while to write with multiple writing blocks, and I’m very happy it’s finished. 

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Why is it called whump? Why that specific word?

The Stargate: SG-1 fandom was the one that chose the word so you'd have to ask somebody there 🤷‍♀️ I have seen "whump!" used as an onomatopoeia for painful impacts in classic comics, so maybe they got it from that?

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i wish things could be like this 

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„𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞”

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Later.

"She has my bear."

"She has your bear," Pete confirms.

"But I have my bear."

"You sure?"

"It's in my room. I triple-checked.”

Pete shrugs. "Maybe she has a similar bear."

"I looked at her bear. It is as old as I am. It has my name on it. In my mother’s handwriting.”

Pete shrugs again. “When she wakes up, ask her where she got the bear from.”

“She looks like me."

"She looks," Pete tilts his head as he surveys the child sleeping on the B&B’s library sofa, "very purple. Why did you do that to your kid, Mykes?”

“She’s not… mine, Pete,” Myka breathes.

“But she called you mama.”

“She did call me mama. I just don’t recall having any children. Unless…”

“The table,” they say at once, horrified.

“Look. It was only half of one day before Abigail goo'ed it, there’s no way,” Pete offers. “I mean, I know the warehouse does weird things but it doesn’t just… make people.”

Myka, relieved, nods with agreeable confidence and says, “You’re right, you’re right. We need to remain logical about this.”

“Besides that, she called me Uncle Pete, not Dad Pete.”

“She called you Uncle Pete?”

“She did. Before you came along and stole all of my thunder. She called Claudia Aunt Cloudy.”

“What did she call Artie?”

Pete laughs, “She didn’t call him grandpa, that’s for sure.”

-

When the child is awake again, Myka asks, “What’s your name?” And at this confirmation, of Myka’s unfamiliarity with the child before her, this child before her ducks her head low and begins to cry. A quiet cry. So quiet that Myka doesn’t, at first, know she is crying. But Myka is overly familiar with the look of that cry. She knows it well because she knows it on herself. The way this child looks away. Closes her eyes. Quiets her sadness. Tries to keep it all to herself.

Myka was so much like this child when she was a child. This child is… so much like her.

“Hey,” she tries, a gentle hand below a tiny chin, lifting a teary-eyed gaze up to her own. “I’m sorry. Maybe I look a lot like your mama but I don’t have...” She thinks better of telling the crying child, who thinks herself Myka’s child, that she doesn’t have a child. Thinks better about what it might mean to reject this child in that way. At a time like this. At any time at all. “Maybe… if you tell me your full name, I can help you find your way back to her.”

The child sniffles and swallows and sits up straight, confidently, and takes in a deep breath before saying, “Sammy,” and another before correcting, “Samantha,” and then, “Christina,” and a longer pause before, finally, “Bering-Wells.”

“Bering… Wells?”

The child nods and Myka shakes her head. 

“That’s not possible,” Myka tells her, then a puff of laughter, “is this... a joke? Because that’s just… it’s impossible. I haven’t seen Helena in years.” And teasing, “In what universe do she and I have a child… together?”

And the child, Samantha, Sammy, she answers with all the confidence of a child of Helena George Wells, “In mine.”

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Part 136 of my bakery “enemies” au!

featuring: Adrien’s face! Because you guys missed it so much <3

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Kofi

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Say no to me once back to you twice as much

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Soulmates huh?

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