“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”—Maya Angelou (via aclockworkorange)
Who wants to bet Steve shows up at Sam’s house halfway through Age of Ultron like “I’m SO sorry for doing this to you again” while the whole Avengers team stands behind him, shuffling their feet and looking liked kicked puppies.
And Sam just goes, “I don’t have enough OJ for you all,” as he sighs and lets them file into his house.
I am in the middle of a couple of really shitty situations, and I can’t talk about either. I could really use a hug, but I live alone. So I’ll settle for scritching my cats. But damn. I’m really tired of being tough.
BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. BLUE = You are my tumblr crush. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I don’t know you at all. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BROWN = I don’t like you. PINK = I think you are unattractive. RED = I hate you with a burning passion. WHITE = You scare me. RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
Comics can be hard to enjoy sometimes. I don’t know if there’s another fandom out there where we are so often at war with out media of choice.
When we start, we’re faced with the daunting task of reading back through decades, almost a century, of back-catalog. We have to force ourselves to understand, reconcile, and accept different iterations of our favorite characters, deal with their untimely deaths and long-awaited returns.
Sometimes a creator will take hold of our favorites and write them in a way that we, long-time fans, disagree with. Their personalities change from writer to writer, their appearance from artist to artist.
It’s hard. You have to have thick skin and eternal patience to be a comics fan. It’s tough for me, right now, to enjoy comics the way I used to. Even Marvel has been testing my patience in a mighty way.
But the fact is, and the intended point of this post, is that I owe Marvel in particular a huge debt of thanks right now. Not too long ago, if someone walked into my store and asked me to recommend a book with a female lead, a female writer, a female artist or all of the above, all I could do was shrug and refer them to some older issues. There was some, but there wasn’t enough.
But thanks to an actual effort by Marvel to diversify, I have had three separate customers walk out of my store today with armfuls of Storm, Captain Marvel, Black Widow, Ms Marvel, X-Men and more. And I still feel like I’m forgetting something. How wonderful is it that there are so many female-led books that I can AFFORD to forget one or two?
I have happy customers. Customers that thought they were going to walk in here and leave with one or two books. Instead they’re buying hundreds of dollars of books with WOMEN on the cover, with women’s NAMES in the credits. That feels amazing.
(Honorable mentions to Pretty Deadly and Lumberjanes which have also been huge hits today)
white women when you derail a conversation about uplifting, supporting, protecting, loving black girls, and black women with “All girls, all women” you are the equivalent of when men derail your conversations to say “not all men”.