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grandmother. it does not matter if your t-shirt is “too old lady-ish trying to look young with bright colours”. it looks amazing. wear it.

Oh my god.

Wow, Amazon Jp deleted all the 1-star reviews of Vol 42. When I last checked it, there were a few and now they are all gone. They are cracking down hard on any criticism.

A gold star commission for the-orator of their character, Valkari! She was a real pleasure to draw!

okay but there is something disquieting about this urge to cast fan writers as altruists. they give us all this for free!! well, no.

they’re sharing

it’s a key difference in perception. fic isn’t given. it’s shared. it’s part of a fandom community— in which readers are also an integral part.

it’s probably inevitable mission creep from the increasingly transactional nature of the internet and fandom-as-consumerism, which was always gonna happen after corps worked out how much bank there is to make from those weirdo fan people

but like. fandom is sharing. i think we’ve lost that somewhere.

It’s so hard to try and describe Cicero’s “jester act” because while it is sort of an act, it’s also just the way he is too. Like it’s the way he copes with the PTSD and psychosis he went through during a period of horrible trauma for him & The Brotherhood.

It’s a way to disconnect himself from it all, like that person was someone else. Though muscle memory of being a trained assassin has him put it on hold, and when he kills a contract is the when you can see the “old Cicero” peek through a bit.

When upset he will slip back into first person, as if The Fool of Hearts can’t separate itself from Cicero anymore.

"Mangi nie sprzedają się w USA lepiej niż komiksy, proszę, macie tu statystyki..."

Mam już dosyć tej narracji.

Tak, zaskakujące jak podsumowanie wydawanych zeszytowo 20-stronnych komiksów które wychodzą zazwyczaj między raz na miesiąc a raz na tydzień nie zawiera żadnych 200-stronnych tomów mang wydawanych raz na kwartał.

Mangi to produkt importowy i tłumaczony, komiksy są rysowane i pisane w USA. Nie będą wydawane tym samym trybem. Nawet wydawnictwa które zajmują się tłumaczeniem i publikowaniem cotygodniowych rozdziałów mang robią to albo za darmo (jak Viz, które jest jedynym miejscem gdzie mangi z tygodnia na tydzień czytam, więc reszta to tylko bardziej domysły) lub w ramach subskrypcji. Żadna z opcji nie wlicza się do sprzedaży. Więc nie ma mowy, żeby mogła przegonić tygodniowe lub miesięczne sprzedane zeszyty.

Porównywanie sprzedaży komiksów z USA (w takiej formie jak najczęściej się na to patrzy - zeszytowej) i mang to prawie jakby porównywać wszystkie czasopisma do książek.

Sprzedaż mang w USA istnieje tylko w formach tomów. Jedyne do czego można by to porównywać to sprzedaż wydań zbiorczych. Jedynym argumentem przeciwko byłaby dominująca w USA sprzedasz zeszytówek, ale... mangi mają dużo większy problem z piractwem. Prawdopodobnie każdą serię jaka jest wydawana na papierze można znaleść za darmo w internecie (nawet jeśli z gorszym tłumaczeniem)

(Pod rozwinięciem informacje, których nie jestem pewna, ale są numeryczne, więc wolę nimi się nie chwalić bez ostrzeżenia)

Also, tak przy okazji. Widziałam gdzieś wspomniane, że w USA mangi i LN to 27% rynku a komiksy amerykańskie to 9%. Nie jestem w 100% pewna tej informacji, była na wikipedii, przeczytałam cały artykuł podlinkowany jako źródło, ale był... wątpliwy.

There was this trend of people taking a AI photo of a girl and a cat and creating their own art so I did it too. Probably late to the party. LEMON DEMON.

the most "don't judge a book by it's cover" bitches ever are the ones with a resting bitch face but act like such a sunshine and/or richie tozier

...

it's me. I'm bitches.

a youtube video that I think Steph would definitely post

“not today” ahh

you go little guy . I should aspire to be this lobster and have as much hope and will as he does

One of my favorite genras of Style fan art is when i can't tell if it's Style or Baseketball. It's always a fun game i like to play with myself :]

warmups.

Listening to this song feels different after reading this post.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

late Halloween post. Boyfriends carving pumpkins 🎃