So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.
I’m dubious. I should read a passage:
It is a literal bear.
Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.
You have some explaining to do, Canada.
You guys don’t understand. Screw it being a bestseller, 50 Shades of Gray is a bestseller, this book won the Governor General’s Award. That’s the highest literary award in Canada. That’s the pulitzer prize of Canadian literature. Bear is a part of Canadian literary history.
i had to read this book in uni for my first year Canadian literature class. When we first heard of it we were like, “Oh the Bear’s a metaphor or some shit.” but then one kid read ahead, and was like, “Guys, no, she literally fucks the bear. She fucked a bear.”
I refused to believe this at first but, in fact, it is completely legit. What. The. Fuck. But then again I’m pretty sure I read a short story in The New Yorker where a lady fucks her dogs, so. Ok. Whatever, literature.
Wait, here’s an excerpt from the afterword (snagged from Amazon’s preview feature):
We need to have a talk about this. This is unacceptable. How, I ask you, am I supposed to continue being a productive and functional human being when this gifset exists? I’d like to see someone about returning these emotions, I believe they are defective.
A dissatisfied customer.
… are those the same hat and jacket? I’m assuming they aren’t meant to be, but I’m being hard-pressed to find differences in them.
i’m certainly alright with the idea of out-of-it bucky going to steve’s bullet ridden apartment and stealing some of his clothes, aren’t you?
Bucky squatting at Steve’s place C:
Bucky being overwhelmed by scent memory, huddling under the jacket the first night, not because of the cold but because of the scent. Bucky pawing through Steve’s things, not sure if he’s looking for information on where his target might be or for information on Steve. Bucky eating food in the fridge when he gets hungry, first out of necessity and then he finds the cupboard where Steve keeps the snacks from the 30s/40s that are still around. Ritz, oreos, twinkies, and he doesn’t really get it, but he wants to open all the packages and eat a handful. It doesn’t strike his as something he should remember until he’s accidentally matched the frozen stew he found in the freezer (reheated) with graham crackers and the taste makes him think of laughter.
Bucky getting this sense of home, feeling like Steve’s things are his things. And there’s a pamphlet on the fridge of the Smithsonian exhibit, and he ignores it until the moment he’s flipping through Steve’s sketchbook (for the 5th time) and realizes that he knows that the two drawings on back to back pages are actually from different towns, and that he knows what was happening just out of sight. So he puts on his Steve’s jacket, and his Steve’s hat and steps out the door for the first time in weeks.
"oh, please. you can’t REALLY be in a great mood. there are people out there who just got raises. people just got married. people are being reunited with their families right now. how dare you say you’re happy."
The equivalent of someone saying you can’t be sad because other people have it worse than you.
No, but how sweet is it that during Harry’s first week at Hogwarts Hagrid sent along a note with Hedwig to invite Harry to tea rather than asking him in person so Harry didn’t feel left out and actually got some mail
HAGRID IS SO UNDER APPRECIATED THIS REALLY BUGS ME
I really didn’t do that much with this because I love the artwork and story so freaking much that I didn’t want to screw things up. If you still haven’t checked out Rascal Paradyne’s art, go now. And scifigrl47 is killing it when it comes to writing Avengers fic.
This image/story/idea is what’s inspiring my current fic, One Minus One-Third. I love the interactions possible between these three characters and how desperately the rely upon each other (even if Natasha acts like she doesn’t, she knows she can’t walk away too easily from the other two).
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE LOOK AT THE LITTLE COLORED BIRDIES! Clint is the pink one, right right right?