Have much do you plan your comics? The plots are just so well done, I was just wondering if you line every idea up in detail before even beginning the first panel
and the queen, ever so lovely, replied:
Well, first of all, thank you♥ glad you like and… I’ve been trying to answer this for weeks… and the truth is that, it depends.
with Endless Dream it took me a couple of weeks to finally decide to do it and like two conversations with wifey to plan the main timeline. It wasn’t really a big planning kinda thing.
With Noumenon, I’m planning almost nothing… I knew I wanted babylock and I know what the main conflict is/will be and I know the end… other than that, the characters are writing the thing themselves… is that weird? I don’t know if that makes sense.
I have a Zelda comic I’ve been planing for YEARS…
And I have this piratelock comic cooking in my head that’s been taken a lot of my time for research… I am literally filing a notebook with conversations, sketches and symbols, time periods and I read a century of Cardinal’s history, among other things… but that’s what you do when you try to place a story in a certain time period… so that’s normal, most of that I won’t use in the main plot, but it’s to get a very solid idea of where your story stands.
So it… depends.
Mostly what you do try to do is… give the reader the main problem RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING (like this is your shit, are you gonna get it?) and never let go of the resolution until the very end of it… but you know it’s there, your readers can feel it, they can taste it… but you won’t give it to them, oh no, you make them suffer and then suffer some more before you say here it is, Sherlock Holmes riding a pony!
brackenfur’s the kind of guy that’d hold you when you’re upset no matter what you were upset about and let you talk about whatever you needed to talk about and he’d do his best to help and idk about you but that’s all i need in a friend
It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical will live the relation to another as something alive.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
IF SOMEONE MAKES YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE BANDS YOU LISTEN TO OR THE WAY YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE OR HOW YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR OR WHAT YOU WEAR OR THE WAY YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS THEN FUCKING DROP THEM LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT THEY ARE AND GO FIND SOMEONE WHO THINKS YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST GODDAMN SONG THEY’VE EVER HEARD AND OFFERS TO MAKE YOUR COFFEE FOR YOU AND THINKS YOU DRESS LIKE ART
All things change; nothing perishes.
Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
A Mental Illness Happy Hour
listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via erfisperf
i told everyone that i was over you. i deleted your number from my phone and your face from my camera. i think they even started believing me…i think i even started believing me. but ive got everyone fooled you see, even myself, and i know that because i went out to lunch today. its one of the first times ive left my flat since the night you slammed the door and promised never to open it again. i went out to lunch, and when the lady asked me i almost said table for two instead of one. when she sat me down she took the extra plate setting, and i had to bite my tongue before anything came out. i was reading the menu, quietly telling myself that people werent staring, and i took a breath and shook myself out, and looked up with the words ‘what are you thinking’ dying on my lips. i was looking at an empty chair, but all i saw was your face. the blurriness of my tears only making my hallucination clearer, and i gasped as you looked up and me and laughed. ‘you think youre ready for this?’ you shook your head at me sadly, and i wiped at my eyes to make you disappear, but found myself missing you as soon as you were gone.
(k.g) i paid the bill without eating that day, and walked home trying not to look in windows, in case i saw you there walking next to me (via lesmotsfleuris
Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge.
Olivia Laing, "Me, Myself and I"
Just lay with me and tell me about the
stories of the stars, and how you’ve
gotten all your scars. Tell me how your
father fell in love with your mother, and
how most the time you feel like you’re a
shit brother. Tell me about the first girl
you kissed, and how ever since you met
me you realized all that you’ve missed. Pull
me close against your chest, and let our
anxious hearts lay to rest. Kiss me on my
shoulder, and tell me how you can’t wait til
we’re older. Pick the black eyelash off my
cheek, and kiss my eyelids when my tear
ducts leak. Just love me, goddamn love me,
because your arms are where I need to be.