WHOOOOOO!!!!  I can finally show and talk about this!!  My first cover for Marvel!!

• A whole group of Spiders team up, but what mission takes FIVE Spiders?
• The SPIDER-GIRL team reunites for a story about Mayday and a mystery Spider!
32 PGS./Rated T …$3.99

she’s a tangle of half-filled notebooks
crumpled book jackets.
the post-it note on her bathroom mirror—
“STILL I RISE” in careful, all-caps calligraphy—
screams every morning that
is the only one who can
save her.

but when she meets the boy
with the magnifying-glass eyes
and the Kerouac tattoos,
she can’t help but want to find the constellations in him,
to trace his thoughts
into a beautiful painting of stars.

she plucks the cigarette
from his spiderleg fingers,
and as the friendly smoke fills her lungs,
she imagines how easy it would be to let him heal her wounds.

instead she lets the roll of white paper and tobacco
fall to the concrete
and meet the soft hot rubber
of her purple combat boots.

He's the best thing ever


He’s asleep in the chair by the downstairs front window right now.  (The pic is from earlier today; look at the sparkler our friends at Germaines stuck in the mousse cake, isn’t that crazed? They also played “Happy Birthday” at a volume that would have embarrassed a three-year-old.)

His waking/sleeping cycle has been off for days, due to work. Normally he’s the Owl of the Owl Springs Partnership: up all night writing, heads for bed when the sun rises. (We do find time to fraternize, believe me). He’s been trying to knock himself back onto more-or-less-dayshift for a few days now, knowing the birthday was coming and that he wanted to be conscious and useful during business hours.

We headed out this afternoon to do some errands in our shopping town, and after that raise a glass or two, and maybe have some dinner. This we did: Chinese appetizers for me and fried black pudding for him, then steak for me and Chinese shredded beef for him. Around 7:30ish, our ride came to bring us home.

Now Himself is snoring gently in my Comfy Chair, having turned on the documentary he wanted me to see (a thing about Hitler’s drug problems, useful in terms of general knowledge and the writing he’s doing at the moment, but otherwise the kind of thing that makes you keep covering your eyes and going ewwwwww. Seriously, I could have done without the bull semen).

Now that he’s asleep I can very quietly type what I suspect a lot of you know. He knows it at some level, but (I think) doesn’t often say it to himself because he knows it’s true, and no more needs cognitive reinforcement than most of us would need to remind ourselves that the sun comes up.

God, how I love this man. How glad I am he was born. This world would be nothing much without him. And the joke (for it is one, one that I share with you) is that if I wrote this and put it in a card under his pillow, he might not notice it, because when he falls in the bed after the end of a writing session he’s wrecked, when he gets up he’s intent on the shower, and it’s not his turn to change the sheets this week. But if I put it here, he’ll find it.

Best friend, colleague, partner, sounding board, ever-sound editor and eagle-eyed proofreader, lodestone to my moral compass, irrepressible loon and dingbat, magnificent lover, endlessly revelatory pillow-partner, late-night confidant, cuddle-bunny, gadfly, Jiminy Cricket, critic and assessor, fellow fan of fellow writers, connoisseur of airports and railway stations, of fragrances, wines and cuisines, chef and cook (depending on circumstances), fellow tourist, co-storyteller and raconteur; where would I be without you?

NOWHERE MUCH. The last twenty-five years of creativity, and more, have you at their base.

"Happy birthday, you thing from another world you."


Bella, I have heard that you have a new home and asked me to bless it. I’ve taken the opportunity to try something. With the help of Castiel I’ve made a charm to watch over you and those that live with you. We’ve kept it in Castiel’s bedroom overnight. It’s full of positive energy and the blessings I’ve woven into it while carving (and a drop of blood because I didn’t believe that Cas’ knife was sharp). My apologies that it’s a bit funny looking. I still need practice.

I hope that my blessings will strengthen the foundation and the walls and the roof of your house. May happiness move in with you and follow you wherever you go!

(Also I heard you have cats? If they’re well-behaved they’ll also keep an eye on you for me.)



.  Okay so a few of us are doing a Harry Potter verse and it was decied we should make it so everyone can join in! You can be a teacher, or a student and whatever you want. You don’t have to follow everyone from the verse but it might be a good idea if you do? You can have a blast with all the new people you meet.

It’s Hogwarts. You can be a number of things— have fun with it. Pick your House and Add your Year and if you have some kind of position in the house like Head Boy or Head Girl and Prefect. They are first come first serve, and we can have more than one of the same character. It’s not just a oh one Dick Grayson or just one Jason Todd. Have fun with it, if you want to join and there is always one of your characters, join up anyway. Make sure you tag everything in this verse like Harry Potter or Hp!Verse. We might get a tag or something so that anyone can start an open for the verse. But I really like lists sooo


Cassie Sandsmark - Fifth Year - Quidditch Captain - 1/2 Veela
Stephanie Brown - Fifth Year - Beater - Muggleborn
Conner Kent- Fifth Year - Beater - Halfblood


Tim Drake - Fifth Year - Muggleborn


Dick Grayson- Sixth Year - Quidditch Captain - Halfblood


Character Name- Year - Position - PureBlood/HalfBloo/Muggleborn?


Character Name- - Class - House Alum- PureBlood/HalfBloo/Muggleborn?

Cousins - a Headcanon

For the record, there is nothing that could be both terrifying and pathetic at the same time as a Thunder God thinking that his girlfriend has dumped him for another man.

Especially if that man happens to be Captain America.

So Bucky’s already moving to get Steve out of the line of fire… er, lightning.  Although he knows perfectly well that his boyfriend would not cheat on him and he’s taught Steve the sacred commandment that is Thou shalt not steal another fella’s sweetheart, especially if that fella’s a pal, it really looks bad.  Jane’s clinging to Steve for all she’s worth and Bucky appreciates the fact that Steve is so very climbable.  And Steve looks a bit teary-eyed himself.  

So.  Steve has a sad.  Bucky has to squash the part of himself that is still and will always be the Winter Soldier, whose first instinct would be Destroy everything that gives our Steve the sads.  

And Darcy, bless her, saves the day.

"Whoa, there, Sparky!  Steve and Jane found out they’re long-lost cousins!"

Wait.  What?

So it turns out, Jane’s great-grandmother and Steve’s mom were sisters.  Bucky had some vague memories of Steve mentioning his Aunt Maggie, but he’d lost touch with her shortly after his Ma died but he’d always wanted to visit her in Boston, after the war, on the Great Road Trip that he and Bucky had planned but had never gotten around to doing. 

Turns out, Jane had photo albums of Great-Grandma, Great-Aunt Sarah Rogers and Cousin Steve when he was still bitty and adorable.  And then she put two and two together and showed them to Steve. 

The results were predictable. 

Steve still apologized to Thor anyway, because Thor’s kicked-puppy look was about as devastating as Steve’s was and Thor apologized to Steve in turn, for believing that he would be so “churlish as to attempt to wrest away the affections of my fair lady Jane.”

Jane, Darcy and Bucky were too busy squeeing (the Winter Soldier does not squee, with one notable exception) over the pictures of Bitty Steve Rogers. 

And then, Darcy casually mentioned that she missed her awesome grandma, a really wicked cool hell raiser of a dame - Gran’s words, not Darcy’s.  Gran went on a lot about her handsome big brother, who was all but married to this cutie pie punk, except that they were living in Not So Cool Times and World War II made it so that Great Uncle Bucky and Uncle Punk never made it home. 

Great Uncle.  Bucky. 

The ear-splitting shriek that Darcy let out upon finally realizing that Great Uncle Bucky was Bucky Barnes shattered a couple of glasses and almost the window.  Also, it caused Clint to fall out of the air vent and he promptly complained that Darcy shorted out his hearing aids. 

Bucky, however, just did Steve’s Nose Bridge-Pinch of Barely Concealed Horror and commented, “What are the odds of a Barnes ending up looking after a Trouble Prone Rogers Punk?”

And he pointedly looks at Jane. 


And Steve has his Deer in Headlights expression on, looks at Darcy and at Bucky, then heavenwards and says, “Two of them?  Really?” 

Thus, Rogers and Foster must be allied against the Terrible Protective Machinations of Barnes and Lewis. 

Steve was promptly christened “Uncle Punk” by Darcy. 

Thor proclaimed himself solidly on Team Barnes and Lewis, because he understands that it is a “great and terrible task, wherein we watch over our Captain and our Goddess of Science, in their noble endeavors.”  Also, Darcy had the Pop Tarts.  

- end -

Note:  Please heap all blame upon the head of sparrowsverse - who came up with having Bucky and Darcy as related to each other. 

Calligraphy of the Verse of the Throne

اللَّهُ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا هُوَ الْحَيُّ الْقَيُّومُ لَا تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَةٌ وَلَا نَوْمٌ لَهُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ مَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِهِ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهِ إِلَّا بِمَا شَاءَ وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضَ وَلَا يَئُودُهُ حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ الْعَلِيُّ الْعَظِيمُ

GOD: There is no god besides Him, the Everliving, the Self-subsisting by Whom all subsist; slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep; whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His; who is he that can intercede with Him but by His permission? He knows what is before them and what is behind them, and they cannot comprehend anything out of His knowledge except what He pleases, His knowledge extends over the heavens and the earth, and the preservation of them both tires Him not, and He is the Most High, the Great. (Surat al-Baqarah 2:255)