I want cable knit sweaters to be something they are not
elves - graceful and beautiful
An empty space where somebody used to stand
Today in Comics History: Scott Pilgrim finally dates a girl his own age
Panels from Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together (October 2007); script, pencils, inks and letters by Bryan Lee O’Malley; colors by Nathan Fairbairn
so ugh sorry REPOSTING since i left out 2 pages w/ the most cohesive part on it. that’s what i get for putting posts together in early morning delirium
Finally getting around to posting some of my jotting down little story/headcanon scribble files.
It’s not all sequential, jumps forward in time and stuff, it’s not even headcanon too much since I have no basis for most any of this, mainly just an exercise in writing/another thing to make me sketch a lot lol.
So I really like Pema, or at least the idea of Pema seeing as she hardly has any screentime (though her season 1 stuff is p cute). There’s something really appealing to me in basically a nobody- a tiny, young, plain looking non-bender from who knows where- coming in and being like unfalteringly confident and undaunted by like.. anything honestly, as far as we’ve seen.
I started this bit with a couple rules and challenges, the first one being don’t make them unlikable haha, so therefore you have to diffuse some of the easy-to-make-creepy things about their relationship that the show only mentions. So the point where Pema confesses all this stuff would be after they’ve known each other for 5 years or so, she joined at 14-15 and she’s 20 when she talks to him about it. I imagine Acolytes move around temples so she’s lived at different ones including some time at ATI. She’s also Tenzin’s peer at that point, as much as an Acolyte can be, maybe helped with teaching or at least how to wrangle newbies better or something.
coming up next or eventually:
How To Get Away With Murder - Summary
If I had the power, I would ask all the authors in the world to do Yuletide or something like it every year. Sign up for a fic exchange and write some porn for a stranger; tailor your stories to an audience of one, let go of the long-form plots and the careful wide-spectrum appeal, embrace the joy of spending a hundred words on Carlos’s perfect hair or Buffy’s perfect shoes or Jo’s perfect knives. Remember the joy of waiting for one person to open a story and see what it contains.
Because fanfic is joy. Fanfic is fixing the things you see as broken, and patching the seams between what’s written and what is not, and giving characters who got cheated out of their happy endings another chance. There was a time, not that long ago as we measure things, where all fiction was what we would now call “fan fiction.” Shakespeare didn’t come up with most of his own plots. He wrote plays about the stories people already loved. We didn’t get a thousand versions of “Snow White” accidentally: people changed that story to suit themselves, and no one said they weren’t storytellers, or looked down on them for loving that core of red and black and white, of apples and glass and snow."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
'Say 'Nevermore,” said Shadow.
'Fuck you,' said the raven."