Fun fact my boyfriend plays this game called Magic the gathering at this comic book store and I started going with him and we noticed that the other guys started saying really sexist and offensive things around me since I’m the only girl so he immediately took me home and taught me how to play so now I go there to play and beat all of them.
They spend thousands of dollars on decks to win and I picked out cards that my boyfriend already owned and made my own deck and go there and win one guy literally threw his deck in the trash and walked out of the store screaming
*sigh* manbabies
I was in a comic book store tossing up between two Captain America comics, when a neck beard came up to me and asked “first comic? no clue obviously” and I instinctually replied “first time speaking to a girl? no clue obviously”
I’m gonna work at it until this is my instinctual reply to this shit.
Captain Kirk is canonically: bisexual, loves old books (but not if they clutter up an entire room), picks flowers, pulls riveting speeches of love and optimism out of his ass, cannot fight his way out of a paper bag (but he tries anyway), is a stack of books with legs, is a history nerd, likes a good chicken sandwich and coffee, wears his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, should’ve been a librarian, cannot drive a car, has a supply of makeup on hand, is a very nice and wonderful captain, must be kept away from the mischaracterized crass and indecent womanizer tropes
I love being the one that introduces him to certain books. I had to wait until college to discover the books that taught me so much about the world, and so passing these books on to him feels like a sisterly responsibility that I will gladly take on. Whether he needs a specific books for class or just wants a recommendation, I will be there with books that will teach him about the world as he enters his early adult years.
Teenager: “Hello, can you tell me where the magic books are?”
Me: “Are you looking for books on the subject of magic, or perhaps magic tricks?”
Teenager: “No, no. I mean the magic books. Like the ones that change your life! You know, MAGIC.”
Me [walking him to our staff picks display]: “Right this way.”
Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have lent me.
One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white chargers and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.
