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12 days into the new year, 353 to go

Maybe you made a New Year’s resolution, maybe you didn’t. Either way, you probably deserve to feel happy and encouraged in this new year. Consider adding a hearty dose of encouraging, kind animals to your dashboard.

Badly Drawn Everything (@badlydrawneverything

Reportedly features badly drawn things, yet this bee is not bad at all. This bee’s message is both positive and realistic. Cool.

Originally posted by badlydrawneverything

Toria (@toriascribblingalonewithcomics)

This Tumblr has a whole tag dedicated to motivational animals. Listen to this sloth. Don’t you dare hurt their feelings.

Originally posted by toriascribblingalonewithcomics

The Latest Kate (@thelatestkate​)

Even more positive Animalia. Maybe it’s an otter. It’s at least a cousin of the otter. Maybe it’s a polecat? Could be a ferret. Let’s not get caught up on the details, let’s just enjoy this long mammal. 

Originally posted by thelatestkate

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Castle sighed when Kate called after him as he began to walk away.  “Right. Sure, you would.” He turned around, already looking tired.  They’d been through this, over and over again. “You chose Demming, you chose Josh, you didn’t choose me.  I was forced on you.”   After everything, he knew she was far past seeing him as an annoying tag-along but the truth was still there, she’d never wanted him in her life, but he was anyway.  A constant annoyance, something she’d let him know until recently, when she’d gotten used to having him tag along.

He knew he’d had his share of missteps, that he’d paraded women around her, purposefully trying to get a rise out of her.  He wasn’t claiming that he’d choose her though, but he would.  The girls on his arm were more often than not a reaction to Kate’s latest boyfriend and his insistent need to prove he didn’t need her.

They were the only two still at the Precinct this late, Kate had been on the verge of leaving for the night and as she’d slipped her arms into her jacket that she’d plucked from the back of her chair the words ‘i’d choose you,’ had left her lips before she could stop herself, They’d been talking about something hypothetical, like most of Castle’s conversation topics, come to think of it, and she expected to leave on that remark, toss him a glance over her shoulder on her way out, leaving them both to ponder the words, the truth of the sentiment. Like when she’d told him she’d get him out of jail, or that the next time they were in handcuffs together it would be minus the tiger, things that she just knew would coax that spark into his eye and though it frightened her to see the intimacy in the way he’d gaze at her, as if his eyes were a physical caress all on their own she’d found herself stepping over the imaginary boundary they’d rectified between each other more and more lately.

Instead, her movements came to a pause, floored by his response, she stood frozen in the space between her desk, without an answer on the tip of her tongue. They didn’t do this, they didn’t talk about these things. Her pulse began to race as Kate’s lips parted helplessly, like the air had been stolen from her lungs. Significant others for the most part were uncharted territory, merely something they accepted about one another but didn’t put voice to and now she was standing there like a deer in headlights, her breath caught somewhere in her throat, heart slamming wildly against her chest. Kate tried to swallow the lump in her throat, ducking her head, her jaw tensed as she collected herself, bracing herself feebly for whatever response would come, “What we have is different. You’re my partner,” she managed to get out, completely avoiding any deeper implications, her head tipped back, shoulders straightening on the defense. “Where did that come from, Castle?”

Bonus minisode release: “The Revenge of the Janus Beast”

Our latest minisode, starring Kate Jones (voice of Rita) and Noah Simes (voice of Nureyev) as your favorite two-faced monster, is out on iTunes! (It may take a while longer for it to sync to the main page, but it’s already visible to subscribers, so make sure to subscribe!) While you’re there, remember to leave a review–can you help us hit 60 reviews by the time we release the penultimate Juno episode of the season in two weeks?

Oh, and speaking of the next episode…you’re going to want to set aside some time to listen to this one. It’ll be a doozy, but worth it, we promise. See you on October 25th for “Peter Nureyev and the Angel of Brahma.”

Court of Fives: Mapping It Out

One of the best things about reading fantasy novels is… drumroll… getting to see the maps! We LOVE being able to get a visual representation of the world that we’re diving into. So much that we’re launching a new feature: Mapping It Out. Get ready to learn more about the world of the Fives in Kate Elliott’s newest novel. Take it away Kate! 

5 Visual Descriptions of the City of Saryenia, from Court of Fives 

I’m a visual writer, and when it came time to imagine Saryenia and what sights my heroine Jes would see as she walked the streets of the city she grew up in, I relied on images of places I have seen and places I’d like to visit.

1. The King’s Hill and the Queen’s Hill and the Harbors

The city of Saryenia lies on the shore of the Fire Sea which, like the Caribbean and Indonesian archipelago, is home to volcanoes. The idea for the city’s distinctive twin hills comes from the island of Oahu’s iconic Diamond Head and her sister tuff cone Koko Head. The idea of a pair of small extinct caldera around which a city has grown up appealed to me.

The map and layout of Saryenia is based on the ancient city of Alexandria, with its famous harbors.

But to be honest, the beautiful Hanauma Bay, formed within a volcanic cone, also influenced how I saw the shape of the West Harbor. It’s seen here with KoKo Head to the right.

2.  The Lantern District

Imagine first a street of shops, that at night are lit by lamps. The more lights and lamps the better, in all colors. Besides shops selling beautiful items (including lamps!), the Lantern District is famous for its many places to drink and eat, as well as people (here two women) hard at work brewing beer. 

The Lantern District is particularly famous for its many playhouses where theatrical performances are held.

3. The Theaters

The most famous theater district in the USA looks like the above picture. 

Now imagine it without the neon and modern streets and cars, and instead with banners along the street advertising the plays on offer that month. Each of the small theaters flies banners at their entrance to mark what performances you can see there.

I imagine the theaters of the Lantern District as looking something like intimate versions of Greek theaters. And the crowds engaged and vocal and excitable. Maybe eating and drinking or gossiping while the play is going on. 

For a quiet afternoon or evening you would have to go elsewhere.

4.  The Archives

The Archives are based on the famous Library of Alexandria, one of the largest repositories of scrolls and books in the ancient world. Here is a fanciful reconstruction that I quite like, although the terrain is completely wrong.

5. The City of the Dead

Finally it would be remiss not to mention the City of Dead, that lies on a peninsula, separated from the city by Eternity Temple which is, in fact, just a huge long wall.

Tombs have always fascinated me at the same time they creep me out. They are homes for the dead and therefore places we may visit briefly while nervously glancing toward the entrance, eager to see the sky and breathe fresh air before the deceased is sealed away forever.

As readers travel through the pages of Court of Fives, I hope they can imagine strolling along streets that look something like this painting of a Roman street scene, as well as striding briskly down the Avenue of Triumphs, modeled after the wide boulevards seen here in a rendition of ancient Alexandria:

I often think of reading fantasy as being a form of travel, because you are journeying to a place you’ve never before visited. I hope you enjoy the trip!

Thank you Kate for taking us on a tour of everything that inspired Saryenia! We love, love, love all the visuals that bring the world you created to life. 

Court of Fives is one imaginative escape into enthralling new lands, and we can’t wait for everyone to dive in. Clear your schedule and get ready to visit Saryenia by page!

+ read the first five chapters of Kate Elliott’s latest.
+ check out the blog tour to get more insight into the world of the Fives.
+ let us convince you why you need to read Court of Fives right now!

I'll Wait - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Request : Hey could you an imagine about Liam and the reader break up? Can you do the break up like Scott and Allison in season 2. Thankyou x

Being Stiles younger sister meant that you had to be involved into the werewolf business as well, whether you liked it or not . Many a times you had to be dragged along with Stiles and Scott because your dad worked late nights at the station and your over protective older brother and his best friend didn’t think it were safe to leave you alone . Because of this, you’ve snuck into a gay club, been paralyzed by a kanima , gotten in trouble several times with your father because of the law and almost been killed by Peter and Kate .

The latest was having to keep and I.E.D werewolf under control and dealing with a supernatural hit list. Whilst helping your idiotic brother and his equally idiotic friend break the news of the bite Scott’s new found beta you couldn’t help but fall for him along the way.

Liam had also felt the same way, and the feelings were proved to be mutual when you were revealed as his anchor . Stiles was a bit shaky on the fact that you were dating Liam due to the fact that he was a were wolf with I.E.D and could explode on you any minute but let it go when he realized how much you both loved each other and how much he had cared for you.


But things weren’t always meant to be perfect. You loved Liam deeply, and besides the fact that someone was willing to pay people to kill so much of your friends and other supernatural creatures things were going great. But you didn’t want this anymore . All you wanted ever since they freed Jackson from being the Kanima was to have a normal life . A normal life like the one you had before Scott was a wolf. The only fear of getting hurt was if a boy broke your heart.


That’s why you had to end it. End the fear of being hurt, so that you could live a normal life for as long as possible even if you had to lie to yourself to live it. End things with Liam. The only person who has kept you sane, happy and made you feel so loved .

Explaining everything to Liam, your voice couldn’t help but crack in between. You dared not look him in the eyes knowing that you’d cry even more . “ I can’t-” “Its okay” he soothed rubbing your back “How is that okay? Liam I’m trying to break up with you” “I know ” he hummed gently grabbing your hand an interlocking his with yours , his thumb rubbing small circles on yours “I know , but I can wait” Shaking your head no you pulled your hand away from his and stood facing him “ I can’t ask you to do that for me . I can’t make you wait . ” “Your not asking me , it’s my choice . I choose to wait on you Y/N . You want to live a normal life for now, that’s fine . I can wait, because I love you. ” He murmured standing up and placing a hand on your cheek and looking down at you lovingly . Breaking into a small smile you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and shortly resting your forehead on his “ I love you to Dunbar” you whispered, breaking away from him and walking away .

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A/N i hope it filled your expectations somewhat ! Thank you for the requests . Please leave some more (:

anonymous asked:

"i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with"

Castle slows to a stop in front of her door, releases a deep breath he’s been holding since he boarded the plane (hell, since he bought the plane ticket) before he summons the courage to knock. He shouldn’t be here, should be giving her space, seeking his own, but it’s been nearly three months since he’s seen her last (well, nine weeks and three days – still too long), and really, his reason for coming tonight is a necessary one.

He can hear the click of her heels on the hardwood floors inside as she approaches the front door after his three unsteady knocks to the surface, can hear the moment she realizes who’s on the other side as she comes to a stuttering halt. But the locks shift and click and a second later, Kate Beckett is easing open the front door of her DC home, assessing him with a frown slashed across her lips and a crease in her brow.

“Castle?” She states his name like a question and Rick tries to muster a smile for her, doesn’t think he’s very successful if the ripple of concern through her murky brown eyes is any indication.

“Hey,” he tries for cheerful, for casual, as if he isn’t still heartbroken and devastated over her.

“Hey?” she returns, her head tilting to the side in continued confusion, the waves of her hair tumbling over the shoulder of her sophisticated blazer. “How – what are you doing here?”

Rick swallows, hopes she can’t notice his nerves in the persisting dimness of the evening light.

“Listen, I know we’ve been broken up for a while now,” he begins, watching one of her eyebrows rise, but it fails to hide the bloom of apprehension through her gaze. She probably thinks he’s come to try and win her back (not that he would mind if that were to happen) and wow, it hurts to see on her face how much the idea of that terrifies her. “But I still have these-” Castle withdraws his purpose for coming from his jacket’s inside pocket and holds the two concert tickets out for her to see. “They were non-refundable and I didn’t know anyone who’d want to take them off my hands, but personally, I still want to go and there’s no one else I’d rather share the experience with.”

Kate hasn’t managed to avert her eyes from the tickets, the troubled furrow of her brow only continuing to deepen.

“You – you flew all the way out here to ask me to come with you to a concert?” she gets out, something like grief clogging her voice, not even surprised.

“Well,” Castle shrugs, lowering his hand to his side and forcing her to finally look up, meet his eyes. “It’s – was our favorite band. And – and friends go to concerts together all the time, so I just thought we could too.”

“I – I’m not dressed,” she murmurs, scraping a hand through her hair and glancing down at her work attire. She still made a gorgeous FBI agent.

“Show’s not for another hour and it’s a short drive,” he points out, tampering down his hope before it can rise. He hates feeling hopeful these days; it only makes the inevitable letdown hurt worse. “I can wait, if you want.”

I’m still good at that.

Beckett bites down on her bottom lip, chews on the flesh contemplatively, and Castle has to cast his gaze to the ground before his blood overheats.

“Okay,” she decides, reluctantly, and opens the door wider for him to come inside. “But it’s not a date.”

“Come on, Beckett,” he teases, stepping inside and surveying what had once been a familiar space for him to coexist with her in. It has a strange form of sorrow spilling through his chest to realize that the place looks almost exactly as it had the last time he was here – a maze of boxes still consuming the majority of her living room, the walls still bare and impersonal, the entire house blank and depressing. “We went on plenty of ‘not date’ dates before we were even together, remember?”

Kate rolls her eyes, but his attempt at humor seems to put her at ease, the evidence that they can still joke and banter a comfort, and Castle sighs in relief. He really had not expected this to go even close to well.

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Richard Castle is sitting on her couch again, lounging in her home (for lack of a better word) as if nothing has changed while she gets ready to go to a concert with him, her ex-fiancé. God, what is she doing?

Kate purses her lips and paints the streak of black eyeliner along the lid of her eye, a darker shade, a more severe stroke than she would normally wear. She had forgotten all about the concert they had snagged tickets for months ago, mere days after they had moved her into the new city, the new place, when he had been trying his hardest to make DC feel like home for her. Work has taken up all of her time and she’s been grateful for the long hours, the exhausting demands of the job; it’s kept her mind off of Castle, off of the ache that’s resided in her chest since the last time he had left her here. An ache that throbs fiercely through her sternum now.

Kate inhales a long breath through her nose and runs her fingers through her hair, tousling the locks a little before she snags her leather jacket from the door of her closet. It’s been so long since she’s actually gone out, late night dinners with coworkers her only form of sociable activity as of late, and it’s exhilarating to spend twenty minutes getting ready like she used to on those silly date nights he always imposed. It’s exhilarating just to have him here again, if she’s being honest.

It’s also terrifying.

But Beckett faces down monsters for a living, she can attend a concert with the man she used to love. Still loves.

Shit, she’d take the monsters over this any day.

“Ready to go, Castle?” she calls from her bedroom as she flips off the light switch, strides out into the living room to find him slumped on her couch with a novel from her bookshelf in his hands.

“I leave you alone and you resort to Patterson?” he scoffs, flipping through the competing bestseller’s latest release, and Kate represses a grin as she steps forward to snag the book from his fingers, drop it on the coffee table.

“Haven’t had time to read much of anything, actually,” she informs him, swallowing past the lump in her throat when his eyes finally rise to see her, growing wide and electric blue, stalling him in his stand from the sofa. “We should go, if you want to be there before the opening act.”

“Oh, yeah,” he mumbles, shooting up from his spot and quickly sidestepping her from the door, dodging cardboard pyramids along the way. “I took a cab from the airport, so did you want to-”

“Yeah, cab’s fine,” she replies, retrieving her keys from her purse, locking up the door behind them as they step out onto the pavement.

She doesn’t miss the stray of Castle’s hands towards hers before he thinks better of it, flexes his fingers into a fist and pins his knuckles to his side. Kate sighs under her breath, shoves her hands in her pockets to ignore the tingling in her fingertips, yearning for the embrace of his familiar warmth.

Just a few hours, that’s all she has to get through, and then they can both go back to being… broken.

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The outdoor concert venue is crowded, but the expanse of the lawn extending from the stage offers enough space for movement, for Castle to stand beside her without having to be pressed against her. Not that he would have minded that either.

Kate – much to his pleasant surprise – is bubbling with anticipation beside him, occasionally bouncing on the tips of her toes to see above the heads of what had to be a couple of hundreds before them, to catch a glimpse of the stage. It’s even more wonderful to witness once the opening act emerges, has her swaying against him, their shoulders bumping, and a smile claiming her lips as she absorbs the invigorating energy surrounding them.

But before the band they came to see takes the stage, there’s one more artist, a guy with a beanie hat and an indie vibe as he begins to play his guitar, the rhythm of his songs catchy, the lyrics thought provoking.

“Oh, I love this song,” Kate informs him over the dull roar of the crowd, clutching his arm when a passerby knocks into her, but even after she’s righted herself, standing tall on her feet once more, she doesn’t move away.

‘In My Veins’, of course, is the song she loves. A song about heartbreak, about being unable to let go of your lover, a song that destroys him the longer he listens, especially when the woman who comes to mind with the words is standing right beside him.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Castle states, but Kate’s fingers curl into the crook of his elbow, her attention no longer on the concert happening on stage, her eyes staring up at him.

“Castle.”

She doesn’t speak but for the sole utter of his name, her fingers tightening in the sleeve of his jacket, and it’s okay, it’s fine, he can still play this off.

“What’s the matter, Beckett? Want to dance first?” he attempts to tease, slipping his hand to her waist, but Kate steps into the embrace of his arm, drops her forehead to his chest and releases a hot breath against the fabric of his shirt while he’s left without oxygen in his lungs.  “Kate-”

“I knew this would be a bad idea,” she gets out, barely loud enough for him to hear, but he catches the words, feels them glance off his cheek once she lifts her head.

“We can go,” he states immediately, his hand rising of its own accord to stroke along her spine, trying to soothe, making it worse for them both. “We can just leave now, I’ll drop you off at your place, and I’ll-”

“I don’t want you to leave again,” Beckett replies, nearly shouting, having to raise her voice to be heard.

But she may as well have whispered the confession because she is the only sound his ears can hear, that his brain can register.

“You - what?”

Kate shakes her head and snakes her arms around his neck, the heels of her boots placing her just an inch away from eye level with him, but close enough to rest her forehead against his, to seal the length of her body along his for the first time in months, to tug his heart straight out of his chest.

“I hated it the first time,” she admits, quieter but still loud enough for him alone to hear, and Castle splays his hands at her waist, drapes his palms at her hips and holds on. “It’s just – all wrong like this.”

“Is this your way of saying you miss me?” he asks, a grin crawling up to stretch across his lips, and Kate’s lashes flutter against his skin as she rolls her eyes, but then she’s angling her head, leaning in to ghost her mouth over his-

“Yes.”

He doesn’t stop kissing her until the song is over, doesn’t let go of her until the concert concludes, and doesn’t leave the city until she eventually decides to go with him.

I love working with that little dog. He’s the reason the movies work so well, if I’m honest. He’s the chillest dog. He’ll do whatever you want, to the point where I’m like ‘oh no is he one of those dogs that doesn’t know how to be a dog?’ But no, we played fetch for the first time last time. I guess he just has a really serious work ethic, and I can learn a lot from him.
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Just felt like I needed to take a moment to geek out over some of Kate Bosworth’s latest looks–from keeping her crown as Queen of Coachella dressing (none of that crop top silliness; that Etro jacket is !!!) to navigating the streets in a sunny Lilly Pulitzer x Target shift and Stella McCartney flared denim overalls, Bosworth is killing the style game.

Reader's group, or literary groupie?

Today, I was invited to answer questions at an online reading group. I won’t post a link to it here, but there are many like it. This group was discussing a recent piece of award-winning literary fiction, and reactions to it were pretty mixed, and often quite outspoken.

So far, so good. Literature should encourage debate. One of its roles is to make people think. Sometimes, it can be challenging, but one of the things I’ve always loved about the reading group model is how it sometimes forces the reader out of their personal comfort zone, encouraging them to discuss books that they would not otherwise have tried.

This particular group, however, had a different agenda. From what I could tell, it was mostly run by a couple of dominant voices, who, when fellow-readers expressed opinions contrary to their own, were quick to sneer and disparage - on one occasion telling one reader who hadn’t enjoyed the latest Kate Atkinson that she was “too stupid to understand”, and “should probably go back to TWILIGHT.”

Okay. So this isn’t unusual. Read the comments under any Amazon or Goodreads review, and you’ll probably find something similar - someone attacking a reader for expressing an opinion; or pouring scorn on a fandom; or looking down on the “lowbrow” tastes of a fellow-reader. I’m often amused at the way in which certain literary people express their surprise at my own eclectic reading tastes - as if admitting to  liking Stephen King, Lee Child or Georgette Heyer were somehow incompatible with my literary and academic credentials. 

However, I’m getting increasingly concerned by the number of people who think it’s okay to sneer at people for what they read. It’s not okay to do that any more than it’s okay to exclude other people for what they wear, or what they eat, or what kind of accent they happen to have. Books are universal. They are here for everyone. To pretend superiority over someone because (for instance) you like Kate Atkinson and they like TWILIGHT is to be the worst kind of snob, a literary groupie who wants the world of books to be their own, exclusive yacht club. These people do nothing for the world of books. Instead, they create an atmosphere in which people are afraid to talk about the books they enjoy (or not); in which readers of “serious” books are allowed to look down upon those who read purely for pleasure; in which kids are prevented from reading the books they like in favour of those their parents perceive as “worthy”.

It’s snobbery, pure and simple. A particularly toxic kind of intellectual snobbery, which is, as any fule kno, just a sign of intellectual insecurity. No-one who has nothing to prove feels the need to score cheap shots over other people, and no intelligent person feels the need to show their intelligence by making others feel stupid.

And so, readers’ groups, here are some ideas to consider when you are discussing books. They’re only my suggestions, but if you’d rather not come across as literary sycophants, but instead as independent readers, with complex, individual tastes, you could do worse than bear these in mind. 

1. Reading is not a competitive sport. No-one is keeping score of what you liked, or didn’t like.

2. Reading a book is not an indicator of whether or not you approve of the content. You can read Mein Kampf without being a Nazi, or Twilight without being a vampire.

3. Books are like clothes - one size definitely doesn’t fit all, and what suits one person may not suit another.

4. Your not having liked a book doesn’t make it “stupid”; nor does it make the people who did enjoy it stupid. 

5. Try not to make the distinction between “serious” books and “non-serious” books. It’s serious if you take it seriously.

6. Everyone has an opinion. That includes you. Express it. The fact that some critic or reviewer thinks a book is high art should not affect what you think of it.

7. It’s okay to enjoy something just because you enjoy it. No-one has the right to make you feel guilty or stupid or inferior for liking something mainstream, or indifferently-written, or mass-market, or popular.

8. Knowing that a book has won prizes, or that the author received a high advance, should have nothing to do with whether you enjoy it or not. Don’t let irrelevant factors dictate your thinking.

9. You can disagree with someone’s opinion on a book without being offensive. They’re not here to be judged by you.

10. Books are food for the mind. Like food, the best diet is a varied one. Some days you’ll feel like steak and chips; at other times you’ll crave Haribo. It’s fine to want both, at different times. 

Enjoy.

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Anna Kendrick Dishes On Her Latest Short for Kate Spade
“I was definitely the girl who dressed weird in elementary school,” says Anna Kendrick backstage at Kate Spade’s Spring 2016 presentation. I was really living for it.” Make no mistake, Kendrick is still living for it, albeit more sophisticatedly dressed in a chic black Kate Spade frock.

Anna talks about her new Kate Spade campaign video!

Some highlights:

“I was definitely the girl who dressed weird in elementary school,” says Anna Kendrick backstage at Kate Spade’s Spring 2016 presentation. “I wore crazy stuff. I was in 4th grade, wearing halter-tops and purple high-tops. I was really living for it.”

“I think there are actresses who even though they’re really talented, they’re known for being great beauties and that’s not really what I was ever known for so I’ve never really stressed about [my appearance],” she says.

“As long as you’re supporting women, whether you are a man or a woman or a girl who is into fashion or a girl who is not into fashion, then you’re a feminist,” she said. “All it ever has to be is supporting women. The idea that there are rules to being a feminist beyond that is hard to take.”

“I love working with that little dog,” said Kendrick. “He’s the reason the movies work so well, if I’m honest. He’s the chillest dog. He’ll do whatever you want, to the point where I’m like ‘oh no is he one of those dogs that doesn’t know how to be a dog?’ But no, we played fetch for the first time last time. I guess he just has a really serious work ethic, and I can learn a lot from him.”

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A comiXologist recommends:
Power Up #1

by: Kara Szamborski

To quote Shakespeare/Channing Tatum in She’s the Man, “Some were born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them,” and it’s the latter we’re in for with Power Up, the latest from Kate Leth (kateordie) and Matt Cummings (eiffelart) .

Our heroine is Amie Bloom, a 23-year old woman working in the local pet shop, a typical 23-year old in many respects, except all of a sudden a cosmic event maybe gives her superpowers and she has no idea what’s going on. No one seems to know what she’s talking about when she describes what happened to her, except for a mom and a dude in a baseball cap (and possibly a goldfish).

Let’s be real here. I’m on board with this series because it’s Kate Leth’s addition to the magical girl subgenre (If you’ve seen, read, or heard of Sailor Moon, you have a pretty good idea of what this subgenre entails—a team, usually all girls, is granted cosmic/magical powers to defeat a great evil. They have amazing uniforms and hair that inspires you), and I’m dying to see the uniform transformation sequences that Matt Cummings will come up with.

Consider this first issue to be the pilot episode of what promises to be a hilarious, sweet, magnificently fun series. I’m already captivated by the cute details (Colorful Canadian money! Puntastic shop names!) and need it to be next month like now so I can see what happens next.

[Read Power Up #1 on comiXology]

Kara Szamborski supervises the International Production team at comiXology and co-hosts the weekly comic recommendation podcast The comiXologist. She is the proud owner of an alarming number of nerdy dresses.