There’s a moment Pulp Fiction’s restaurant scene where John Travolta briefly touches his nose. The lighting thereafter makes it look like he permanently bent his nose out of shape for the rest of the scene. [x]
Black queer love between two women often goes underrepresented in any medium.
Writer Tee Franklin wants to help change this with her forthcoming comic “Bingo Love.” It follows the fictional story of Hazel Johnson and Mari McCray, beginning from the time they fall in love as teenagers in 1963.
Their parents find out and forbid them from seeing each other again. The women lead separate lives, marrying men whom neither of them love. Hazel and Mari reunite at a bingo hall and old feelings surface. They divorce their husbands and live out their truth as a married couple, a light in which audiences rarely see elderly black women. Their love story extends all the way to 2030.
The 80-page graphic novella is one of the first of its kind.
Franklin, who created #BlackComicsMonth in 2015 to promote diversity in the straight white male-dominated industry, said inclusive stories like “Bingo Love” are crucial. She said that sometimes white superheroes aren’t as exciting as representation in comics…
This looks adorable, I would love to read this :3 Representation in so many ways. This is actually what we all need! Thank you Tee
I’m glad her crowd-funding was successful so she can bring this to light.
Dupain-Cheng loved with a fierce sort of affection that gently destroyed him.
wasn’t grand gestures or loud declarations or flashy devotion.
was thoughtful moments and quiet attention and unwavering loyalty.
took Adrien an embarrassingly long time to recognize it for what it was.
When everything he knew was detachment and afterthought his compass for
affection was nearly non-existent. He knew Nathalie’s cold comfort and
his father’s broken promises and Chloe’s noisy fawning. He knew conditions and
strings and if-thens.
didn’t understand second chances.
Everyone in his life was striving.
put their careers, their hopes, their reputation on his shoulders and poked and
prodded and pulled until he smiled just right and spoke just so and moved just
he didn’t know any different.
loved in the little ways.
loved in passing moments and quiet gestures and thoughtfully in a way that was
almost careless. In a way that was so very Marinette.
had always been careful, but in the five weeks since he found out the Truth he
felt like his shoes were made of glass and every next step could be the one to
problem when every shy smile, confused blush, and rapid fluttering of blue,
blue eyes made him feel like dancing, glass be damned.
removing the mask he had been gifted with the knowledge that his best friend
was never really as far away as she seemed. Ladybug was untouchable.
Marinette was so very, very there.
somehow made everything more vivid, more terrifying,
had been painfully awkward of course. Because of course it was when she
was so adamant about keeping their identities a secret.
for him, Marinette never was good at telling the restrooms apart.
Something I’d like to see more of in fiction: reverse light/dark symbolism. Light as cold, ugly, harsh, blinding, unforgiving. Dark as warm, beautiful, comforting, merciful, accepting. Can this be a thing?
Love does that. It makes you feel infinite and invincible, like the whole world is open to you, anything is achievable, and each day will be filled with wonder. Maybe it’s the act of opening yourself up, letting someone else in—or maybe it’s the act of caring so deeply about another person that it expands your heart.
[Cayde-6] Too many. Hate to say it, but we’re in bad shape out there. Ana’s Pack is gone, Ikora’s alive mostly out of sheer spite, and every Titan I’ve seen is doing that grim thing they do. Heard mutterings about “Firebreak” in more’n one place.
[Andal Brask] And you?
[Cayde-6] Licked, but we ain’t dead yet - not all of us, at least.
[Andal Brask] Good.
[Cayde-6] Not seeing much about this that’s ‘Good,’ old man.
[Andal Brask] We’ll need Ikora, and we’ll need you too, once all of this is over. For now, take six of your keenest rifles over to Shaxx.
[Cayde-6] Shaxx? He still alive?
[Andal Brask] Heh. It’ll take more than a few Fallen to kill that son of a bitch.
[Cayde-6] I’d say this is more than a few. What’s he need? Figure I could put those six rifles to use somewhere else, just as easy.
[Andal Brask] Says he’s got a plan.
[Cayde-6] Ho ho? A plan, you say? Thought we were fresh outta those.
[Andal Brask] We were. He’ll need some eyes on him if he’s gonna pull it off, though. He’ll be exposed pretty quickly in a minute here, and he doesn’t have the range that we do.
[Cayde-6] He should know that.
[Andal Brask] He does.
[Cayde-6] Color me intrigued. You think he’s planning on dying?
[Andal Brask] You’re not the only one who’s overheard the word “Firebreak.”
[Cayde-6] Saladin won’t like that.
[Andal Brask] He’ll like it more if Shaxx lives.
[Cayde-6] So, what’s he up to?
[Andal Brask] Something stupid, I imagine. Go make sure it’s not too stupid.
[Cayde-6] He doesn’t know we’re coming, does he?
[Cayde-6] Figures. Keep him alive, huh?
[Andal Brask] Keep yourself alive too.
[Cayde-6] Oh, I won’t be dying today, old man. I got plans, and I aim to see ‘em through.
[Andal Brask] So do I, Ace. We’ll hold things down here, best we can. Eyes up - I’ll catch you on the other side.
[Cayde-6] You’re gonna owe me after this, Andal - and getting shot’d be a cheap way to get out of it, so you’d better stay alive ’til I can collect.
[Cayde-6] Oh, and like I said - don’t call me ‘Ace.’