Maybe write something instead?
oh god writing
OH MAN WRITING
I don’t write
I was always a Marvel girl, once I got into comics, but I didn’t truly get into comics until I was old enough to drive. You see, when my mother was growing up, comics cost a dime. She was horrified by what they charged for them back in the early 90s and refused to let me buy any, so I didn’t get to buy them until I could go out on my own and spend my saved-up allowance however I pleased.
That didn’t stop me from being intrigued by them, though, and so I’d go with her to the grocery store and read them off the shelf. At least that grocery store, and I think many back then, kept a sizable magazine rack and a comics section. (I don’t know why that changed. Lack of profits? The demise of Comics Code compliance?) I don’t remember everything of what I read, and I don’t think I read them consistently, but I know I read this issue. And while I had no idea what shipping was, or slash or yaoi or much of anything - I didn’t have the internet, and I wouldn’t discover fandom until I was seventeen - I knew that this really, really interested me. I remember this page, especially the last panel, really clearly.
In other words, if I’d had any idea what shipping was I would have shipped these two. Maybe I should have foreseen the way I’d react to Tiger & Bunny.
Do you ever think about the fact that Castiel’s purpose and reason was to be a stone cold soldier. And one man changed everything.
“Robin Hood and Little John runnin’ through the forest. Jumpin’ fences, dodgin’ trees an’ tryin’ to get away.”