On Being A Soldier And Man: A Scott Summer's Centric Fanfic/Character Study

On Being a Soldier and Man: A Scott Summer's Centric Fanfic/Character Study

The question of identity was not a hard one for Scott Summers. Well, it wasn’t anymore. He could claim many titles, really. Experiment, leader, revolutionary, mutant, space pirate, pilot, and more if he wanted to get really nit-picky about what or who he was, but in the end, the conclusion is obvious to him. If Scott Summers were to be called anything, he would have to be called a soldier. The thought had occurred to him before, and to be more accurate it would be better to say the thought was a haunted recurring thing rather than a simple musing. He could be other things on top of being a soldier, but he could never quit being one. It was his curse.

Yes I am adding my own fic on my own alt blog post. Because They drove me so crazy I had to write this.

“A pair of binary stars circle each other in the systems center while a third star orbits the central pair”

You know who THAT SOUNDS LIKE?????

Scogean. Scott/Jean/Logan .Them.

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Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen

we got really close one time. monkey #44543 almost wrote Othello perfectly but decided to take some creative liberties in act 3 that were kinda shit so the other monkeys took his typewriter away

Anatomy of a writing session