I've contemplated returning to War Comms with reboots of a few of my socks, plus a new one or two. With Madoka and Utena and Pokemon XY + ORAS under my belt, my socks could fabricate some major wank and badfic!
The blonde bashing is insane, and I speak as the pale bookish brunette Twilight and their knockoffs are supposed to be catering to! Dude, what about badass blondes like Mami and Ana and Paula? D: The main heroine for one of my future novels is blonde, mainly because I like having variety in hair colors. Like a main in one book is a redhead, brunette in another, etc.
YOU MUST SHARE MY PAIN:
As he watched her opening and closing the dusty volumes, her eyes widening and a smile playing across her lovely lips, he realized that the nickname Rabbit was an even better fit than he’d initially thought. For yes, she was very much like a rabbit one might find in a meadow or some such place. But she was also very much like The Velveteen Rabbit.
...
In looking at Rabbit, he had the feeling that she was waiting desperately to become Real. Waiting to be loved, even. And the waiting had taken its toll on her. Not on her outward appearance, which was very attractive (although Paul would have said she was clearly too thin and too pale, something a good deal of Vermont milk and dairy products could have improved). Not that, but on her soul, which he thought was beautiful but sad.
Paul wasn’t even sure he believed in souls until he met Rabbit. And now that he knew her, he had to believe. He hoped privately that some day she would become what she wanted to be, that someone would love her and she would transform from a frightened rabbit into something else. Something bolder. Something happy.
And later, he tells her: "Real isn’t what you are; it’s something that happens. And right now, you need something good to happen to you." And his scene finishes up with:
As they continued their tour, Paul resolved in his heart to be patient. Very, very patient. And cautious, whenever he reached out a tentative hand to offer her a carrot or to gently stroke her soft fur with his fingers. Or else he knew he would frighten Rabbit away, and he wouldn’t have the opportunity to help her become Real.
THE VELVETEEN RABBIT WAS NEVER ABOUT "FIXING" SOMEONE WAY TO MISS THE ENTIRE FUCKING POINT ADHJKSFHSJKFSF
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I've contemplated returning to War Comms with reboots of a few of my socks, plus a new one or two. With Madoka and Utena and Pokemon XY + ORAS under my belt, my socks could fabricate some major wank and badfic!The blonde bashing is insane, and I speak as the pale bookish brunette Twilight and their knockoffs are supposed to be catering to! Dude, what about badass blondes like Mami and Ana and Paula? D: The main heroine for one of my future novels is blonde, mainly because I like having variety in hair colors. Like a main in one book is a redhead, brunette in another, etc.
YOU MUST SHARE MY PAIN:
As he watched her opening and closing the dusty volumes, her eyes widening and a smile playing across her lovely lips, he realized that the nickname Rabbit was an even better fit than he’d initially thought. For yes, she was very much like a rabbit one might find in a meadow or some such place. But she was also very much like The Velveteen Rabbit.
...
In looking at Rabbit, he had the feeling that she was waiting desperately to become Real. Waiting to be loved, even. And the waiting had taken its toll on her. Not on her outward appearance, which was very attractive (although Paul would have said she was clearly too thin and too pale, something a good deal of Vermont milk and dairy products could have improved). Not that, but on her soul, which he thought was beautiful but sad.
Paul wasn’t even sure he believed in souls until he met Rabbit. And now that he knew her, he had to believe. He hoped privately that some day she would become what she wanted to be, that someone would love her and she would transform from a frightened rabbit into something else. Something bolder. Something happy.
And later, he tells her: "Real isn’t what you are; it’s something that happens. And right now, you need something good to happen to you." And his scene finishes up with:
As they continued their tour, Paul resolved in his heart to be patient. Very, very patient. And cautious, whenever he reached out a tentative hand to offer her a carrot or to gently stroke her soft fur with his fingers. Or else he knew he would frighten Rabbit away, and he wouldn’t have the opportunity to help her become Real.
THE VELVETEEN RABBIT WAS NEVER ABOUT "FIXING" SOMEONE WAY TO MISS THE ENTIRE FUCKING POINT ADHJKSFHSJKFSF