brouhahaha asked: Any tips for intimidated first-timer girls that want to go into a comic shop and order Lumberjanes? Like, will shops know what I'm handing them or will they be like "who are you what is this why are you here?"
1. Wear your favorite plaid shirt
2. Take your best friend with you, because friendship
3. The comic shop employees should be happy to get the form because all the information is on it and they don’t have to look anything up, thus making their jobs easier
4. If they are rude, take the form back, yell A CURSE UPON THIS SHOP, then take your business to another shop
5. If you can actually perform curses, that would be ideal.
6. Walk away in slow motion as the shop explodes behind you. Don’t look at the explosion. Taylor Swift’s “Trouble” plays.
7. “They shouldn’t have messed with me” you say grimly
8. I forgot what we were talking about
Last chapter for now, my dudes! You can buy a physical copy of this full thang on Sunday, February 16th at LA Zinefest at the Oh Gosh Press booth (#82!) along with my Baby-Sitter’s Club zine, “Kristy and Mary Anne’s Big Secret,” a totes free LUMBERJANES preview zine and MORE from lots of cool folks! I’ll do a full post (WITH PHOTOS) tomorrow about Zinefest offerings, but for now, enjoy this last part of this silly thing I’ve really dug writing.
Happy Valentine’s Day, loves.
Everything felt ridiculous. The fact that she and Rachel were stretched out on her bed, electric, exhausted, still buzzing hours later from the concert. That a 1D acoustic mix Rachel made for her was currently drifting softly from her laptop. That Rachel was so cool, so funny, so much radder than Kam could have imagined, ever hoped for.
That Rachel currently had her head resting on Kam’s belly while she chattered a play-by-play of the concert.
God, her voice was awesome.
Kam’d only done pot that one time, when Candice snuck brownies her older sister had made on the bus home from the state swim meet, and she felt 900 times higher right this second.
"…and MAN, when Harry did that midair split! Do you think I’m too old to learn how to do a midair split in skinny jeans? That feels like something you gotta learn young."
Kam rolled her eyes. “Yes, you’re positively elderly at 16, Rach.”
She could feel Rachel laugh, the back of her head pressing into Kam’s stomach in such a satisfying way that Kam nearly convinced herself that she didn’t give a crap whether Rachel would ever feel the same way about her, if she would just spend the next several years with her head right there.
"Damn right, my old bones can’t handle that kinda thing."
"You’d break right in half, I reckon."
Kam suddenly felt Rachel sit up, felt her scooting the length of the bed before appearing directly above her.
Kam swallowed, eyes instantly wide. Everything suddenly felt too quiet and too loud all at once.
"I’m pretty sure this was the best night of my life. Like, all of it."
Kam opened her mouth to reply. Rachel’s eyes, those gorgeous, pleading eyes, were looking at hers so intensely that she needed a second to force herself to remember how to speak.
"Yeah…yeah, mine too, Rach."
Rachel nodded, her eyebrows knit in a determined little V.
"I’m gonna do something stupid now, okay?" Rachel’s voice was barely a whisper now, and Kam thought she might pass out, might die, here in her dim bedroom with this beautiful girl looking down at her, high on UK lads singing dumb pop songs.
But before she could faint, before she could die, Rachel’s lips were pressed lightly against hers, and suddenly everything was light and heat, her heart slamming into her eardrums, her brain fizzing like pop, burning up, leaving nothing but the feeling that this, this was so right, how could anyone ever think this wasn’t exactly how kissing was supposed to feel, how everything was supposed to feel, 100% of the time.
When Kam felt Rachel pull away, she opened her eyes reluctantly, meeting Rachel’s hesitant gaze.
Kam swallowed again.
"That was…wow. That was better than anything, Rachel. Anything ever."
When Rachel’s face split into a wide grin, Kam’s chest ached. She leaned up to kiss Rachel again, sweetness drowning her thoughts as an acoustic “Happily” strummed from her speakers:
I don’t care what people say when we’re together.
You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep.
I just want it to be you and I forever.
I know you wanna leave.
So come on baby be with me
Physically pre-ordering comics in your comic book store, using the Diamond ordering code, is the most effective way to support a comic book, a comic book writing team, or a character (or all three!) of your choosing.
Comic book stores can suck for women. Ordering online, and consuming online is way easier. But the publishers have not adjusted their metrics (or their profit margins) to reflect that. You know how it’s taken television a long ass time to use online viewing numbers in their reasoning behind keeping or cancelling a show? The comic industry is a THOUSAND TIMES SLOWER (in part because profit margins are way, way lower), at quantifying that stuff.
As such, it super obviously creates a situation where comics that appeal to non-traditional comic readership get cancelled because it’s hard as balls to convince ladies to add more sexism to their daily lives for fun. And that makes total sense!
But pre-ordering works, and it’s the quickest, most powerful and most effective way to support what you love and what you want to see most of.
So it can suck, but you should do it. Because it will genuinely change things for the better. Also, there are GREAT BOOKS out there.
(and if you want to lessen your chances of walking into a shitty comic store, check Yelp. Support the non-shitty stores, because when a shop is good, it’s great. It’s your own private little clubhouse every week where you get to talk about the things you love with other people who take seriously those same things you love.)
An excellent follow-up to N$’s amazing comic goin’ around Tumblr today!
Guys! LUMBERJANES #1 is coming out April 9th! As you may recall, LUMBERJANES is a story about five badass girls who are best friends and go to camp and fight monsters in the woods! You can read more about it here, and here.But just because it’s being published, doesn’t mean it’ll stick around. The most important thing you can do to make sure that BOOM! Box can keep publishing LUMBERJANES for as long as possible is pre-order LUMBERJANES #1 at your local comic book store. Comic book retailers aren’t allowed to return any comics that they order for their store and can’t sell — because of that, they generally play it safe and order mainly what they know their customers will buy. Let them know you want LUMBERJANES and more comics like it. These comic book store sales numbers determine whether we can keep making the book! You can read more about how comic book distribution works and why pre-ordering is so important in this fantastic post by Kelly Sue DeConnick here.
Here’s what you gotta do:
1) Print this form out today.
2) Fill it out, including how many copies at $3.99 you’d like to purchase.
3) Bring it into your local comic shop on Wednesday when you go buy new comics, or if you’ve never been to your local comic shop, you can find one here. You can take it in anytime before March 16! That’s the cut-off date for pre-orders!4) Pick up your LUMBERJANES comic on April 9th and be like, “Dang, this rocks the most!”Download the PDF version here!JOIN THE REVOLUTION! KICK BUTT, TAKE NAMES! FRIENDSHIP TO THE MAX!
N$ knows what’s up, kick that comic shop, dudes!
It’s been a long time but here we are again.
Suspenders. What the hell had she been thinking?
Kam shifted nervously from foot to foot as girls continued to stream around her in the warm stadium parking lot, scanning the crowd and looking mournfully down at her outfit for the 39th time.
She rolled her eyes. What a ridiculous choice. Tumblr isn’t real life, you idiot, she snarled internally. She remembered two days ago when she tried to wear one of Jeremy's snapbacks to school and Jen had leaned back so hard laughing in homeroom she'd knocked her chair over, which, serves her fucking right, Kam thought.
Suspenders. The first time Rachel sees her, really sees her, she’s gonna be in suspenders. Maybe she could just grab one of those cheesy bootleg t-shirts and change behind one of the hundreds…thousands?…of cars in this endless parking lot. But what if she missed her? What if she made them late for the concert? The south entrance, Rachel had said.
Kam checked her phone again. Nothing.
"Did you know those jackals are charging five dollars for water bottles?"
Kam looked up from the screen and rolled her eyes. “Mom, I told you to wait until we got inside.”
"As if they won’t be double that ridiculous price in there!" Kam sighed, meeting her mother’s exasperated gaze. She had a solid two inches on her mom barefoot, but in Docs, Kam towered over her, the reminder of which was always a reliable way to drive her mother crazy. As such, Kam reached out and patted her head, eliciting a huff.
"Thanks for coming along, Mom."
"Well, I had to make sure this internet friend of yours isn’t going to leave you for dead somewhere among the Zayn posters."
Kam opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say a word, a brunette blur had come out of nowhere and leapt, gasping, into Kam’s arms, knocking her backward.
"KAM! OH MY GOD!"
Kam’s first thought was that Rachel was taller than she had pictured. Soft, Jesus, she was so soft and she smelled so good, and when she pulled back and met Kam’s eyes with that grin that kept Kam up nearly every stupid night, Kam felt herself blushing, unable to stop herself from beaming, beaming like an idiot, some distant part of her brain admonished, but she could barely hear it, Rachel was here, Rachel had her arms around her, and she was grinning just as wide right back, and any doubt that had lingered, any tingling fear that this was just a phase, that this was just about Rachel, maybe, that she should be lusting after those guys in the green room instead of admiring them, they were gone in a flash, gone in the warm haze of Rachel’s eyes, gone in this sea of girls singing off-key to “What Makes You Beautiful” as they marched past them, the shock-still statue of two elated Directioners.
Rachel looked her up and down, and grinned impossibly wider. “Kam, holy crap, you look awesome.”
Kam let out a ragged breath she didn’t know she was holding.