congate:

congate:

When you think of a date, you generally think of planning, or at least some sort of notice. My best friend Timothy texted me on a Friday afternoon, and it was anything but planned.
      “hey ben ima go on a date and im kinda nervous bout my date so maybe it could be a double date and you could bring your girlfriend and we could go out?”
      My God did this guy ever learn? I had to have told him hundreds times that his grammar was terrible, but he never listened to me. Grammar aside, it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. Like homework. Or productive stuff that wasn’t going on a double date with my psycho best friend. “I don’t see why not. When would we be leaving for your little date?”

    I tried to get further information out of him, as to the details of our outing. The resistance I was met with hardened my resolve to dig something out of him.  After an intense five minute battle, however, I gave up, leaving Timothy Grey the winner yet again. The only useful information I was even able to get out of the ungrateful bastard was to “be there by 7.” I assumed by there, he meant his house. I sighed, and picked up my phone. I hesitated though, something felt wrong. I discounted it the feeling; I was just being paranoid due to the fact that I was groping around in the dark about a date that was in less than an hour. I contacted Jennifer and convinced her to go on Tim’s impromptu excursion with me. By six thirty, I was at her house. She got in the car with a sigh. 

     “So what’s your crazy friend got planned this time?” She her voice was positively dripping with irritation. She was clearly not excited for the evening, and I wondered why she had even agreed to go in the first place.
     “He wouldn’t tell me.” I punctuated my sentence by forcing my car into gear.
     I suppose I should tell you about my two friends, because if I didn’t you’d most likely be confused. Most people are. Jennifer was a straight to the point kind of girl. She didn’t beat around the bush when talking, and she didn’t like wasting precious time. Unlike most women, she didn’t spend “unnecessary” time pondering over outfits or makeup. Her hair was short because she “doesn’t like spending more than ten minutes getting ready in the morning.” She had little patience for anyone or anything. Well, anyone besides myself. She tended to be rather tolerant of me, much to everyone else’s chagrin. Now Timothy? He’s just plain weird. I would say the guy was eccentric, but that would put shame to such a sophisticated word. He’s the type that has a different obsession every other day, and, whatever it is, it’s all he talks about. Lately, his obsession has been anything having to do with Satanism. I take that back, that morning, he had been going on about demons other than Satan, as ludicrous as that might sound. For some reason, if there was something that wasn’t readily accepted by most of society, he tended to gravitate towards it. He’s one of the only decent friends I’ve ever had, though, so I stick with him. These two tended to butt heads. Jennifer didn’t like Tim, and Tim was incredibly enthusiastic.

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cryingaboutfictionallesbians:

princelesscomic:

I despise doing posts where I ask for help, but here we are.

About two years ago I started a new creator owned project.  It began as a spin-off of Princeless, but the reality is this - Raven The Pirate Princess is its own thing altogether.  I knew this from the first issue and if you’ve been reading, so have you.

Sure, the first few issues of Raven: Pirate Princess had that heroic lady feminist banter for which Princeless has become known both among its fans and detractors.  I mean, Raven had this scene:

and issue 1 had this scene:

But perhaps much more importantly, the first issue of Raven had this:

but that wasn’t where that ended.  This is a book about a community of diverse queer women actively claiming their place in the world and taking what’s theirs.  It’s about Raven, who is desperately in love with her childhood best friend Ximena

It’s about Ximena, a girl who was held captive for years by a pirate king who pretended to be her liberator.  Who fell in love with the pirate’s daughter, only to be left behind by that father when she outlived her value.

About Sunshine, the thief that chose the wrong target and ended up falling in love with a woman already hopelessly in love with somebody else.

It’s about Katie, the bisexual second in command who’s motivated by honor…and occasionally beating the snot out of a dude or two

Oh and in case I forgot to mention, Katie is also incredibly muscular:

And Jayla, the asexual science genius who’s tired of being treated like a little sister

and Cid, the deaf engineer who quietly keeps the ship running

and of course, these two:

The socially awkward poet and the angry sword fighter who couldn’t stand her who have somehow become these two:

But here’s the thing: this comic is failing.  It has a very dedicated and exuberant but at this point SMALL fanbase.  Today I had a hard conversation with Action Lab about the reality of the numbers on this book versus what it costs to produce this book and, suffice it to say, Action Lab isn’t ready to cancel the book, but they aren’t ready to greenlight year 3 either.  After Year 2 #13, Raven is set to go on the shelf until numbers can support continuing it.

This is where I need your help

If you care about this book full of queer pirate ladies and you want it to continue, we need to find a way to spread the word about it.  We don’t need to sell single issues (it would be nice) but ultimately we need the trades sales that back up the continuation of this big YA Pirate/Revenge/Adventure/Romance thing.

Digital copies can be bought instantly right on Comixology: https://www.comixology.com/Princeless-Raven-The-Pirate-Princess/comics-series/46971

You can buy the physical volumes on amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/bookseries/B01BF7U91Q

In fact, if you’ve already purchased volumes 1-4, volume 5 is available for preorder there right now! 

Maybe you’ve bought all the issues already.  Thank you!  If you still want to support Raven, you can review the books on Amazon or other retailers, you can share, reblog or retweet this post.  You can tell a friend about the book! 

If you have a comics review site or, say, a blog where you talk about LGBT media, contact me for review links or interviews.  Please, help us save our ship.

I will literally purchase and gift digital copies to anyone interested in the series but without financial means. Message me.

This is a good fucking series, please don’t let it slip through the cracks.

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thingsjunkratsays:

imnotabandicoot:

thingsjunkratsays:

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Gucci Gang

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thingsjunkratsays:

imnotabandicoot:

thingsjunkratsays:

i’m g

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Goofy goober

congate:

congate:

When you think of a date, you generally think of planning, or at least some sort of notice. My best friend Timothy texted me on a Friday afternoon, and it was anything but planned.
      “hey ben ima go on a date and im kinda nervous bout my date so maybe it could be a double date and you could bring your girlfriend and we could go out?”
      My God did this guy ever learn? I had to have told him hundreds times that his grammar was terrible, but he never listened to me. Grammar aside, it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. Like homework. Or productive stuff that wasn’t going on a double date with my psycho best friend. “I don’t see why not. When would we be leaving for your little date?”

    I tried to get further information out of him, as to the details of our outing. The resistance I was met with hardened my resolve to dig something out of him.  After an intense five minute battle, however, I gave up, leaving Timothy Grey the winner yet again. The only useful information I was even able to get out of the ungrateful bastard was to “be there by 7.” I assumed by there, he meant his house. I sighed, and picked up my phone. I hesitated though, something felt wrong. I discounted it the feeling; I was just being paranoid due to the fact that I was groping around in the dark about a date that was in less than an hour. I contacted Jennifer and convinced her to go on Tim’s impromptu excursion with me. By six thirty, I was at her house. She got in the car with a sigh. 

     “So what’s your crazy friend got planned this time?” She her voice was positively dripping with irritation. She was clearly not excited for the evening, and I wondered why she had even agreed to go in the first place.
     “He wouldn’t tell me.” I punctuated my sentence by forcing my car into gear.
     I suppose I should tell you about my two friends, because if I didn’t you’d most likely be confused. Most people are. Jennifer was a straight to the point kind of girl. She didn’t beat around the bush when talking, and she didn’t like wasting precious time. Unlike most women, she didn’t spend “unnecessary” time pondering over outfits or makeup. Her hair was short because she “doesn’t like spending more than ten minutes getting ready in the morning.” She had little patience for anyone or anything. Well, anyone besides myself. She tended to be rather tolerant of me, much to everyone else’s chagrin. Now Timothy? He’s just plain weird. I would say the guy was eccentric, but that would put shame to such a sophisticated word. He’s the type that has a different obsession every other day, and, whatever it is, it’s all he talks about. Lately, his obsession has been anything having to do with Satanism. I take that back, that morning, he had been going on about demons other than Satan, as ludicrous as that might sound. For some reason, if there was something that wasn’t readily accepted by most of society, he tended to gravitate towards it. He’s one of the only decent friends I’ve ever had, though, so I stick with him. These two tended to butt heads. Jennifer didn’t like Tim, and Tim was incredibly enthusiastic.

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kaila-baila:

melanin-rich-bitch:

callmespike:

spacemaester:

deerxdance:

wifigirl2080:

Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasn’t for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke

SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!

PLEASE REBLOG THIS

Cuz I know a few of my followers out that way

Don’t go during the day either! My cousin and sister seen these vans in broad day light. They were scared shitless. They kept their distance, and no harm was done. I showed them this post a week later, they should’ve been warned sooner. PLEASE REBLOG THIS!

SIGNAL BOOST TO SAVE A LIFE.

Idk if anyone lives out this way, but a good warning nonetheless! Please be careful and aware of your surroundings!