#noelle stevenson writing she-ra

[mitsvri]

straight people? in this economy?

[automaticsoulharmony]

So I was reading a comic book by Molly Knox Osterage, whose the wife of the creator of She-ra, and I saw this panel. I stared at it for a solid two minutes in shock because this is literally Molly and the creator of She-ra NR Stevenson

[pyroclastic727]

More Parallels

[sheraraves]

Noelle mentioned that the old She-Ra form was something Adora was uncomfortable with - she wasn’t ready to be She-Ra, she didn’t know what her destiny was. The skirt, the pointy shoulders, the tiara are all things Adora was uncomfortable with. 

That’s why Catra HATED the old She-Ra, because she knew that wasn’t what Adora wanted. She thought it looked stupid and gaudy. 

And that’s also why Catra is **super** attracted to the New She-Ra. The new form is Adora’s self-actualization. She is comfortable, confident, and so so so much more sexy powerful. 

[glesbianupland]

the only things i trust with lgbtq representation now is mike flanagan and his haunting series, cartoons, and motherland: fort salem

[sanssmashultimate]

Since we are talking about the racism in She-Ra. I think we should talk about how all the Asían characters are the 'mystic magicians' and the latina is a half animal that's meant to be saved by the love of a white woman.

[catracorner962]

Coming Soon From Catra Corner

The Nine Lives of Catra Applesauce Meow: Catra has burned through eight lives. The next one will be her last, and she knows it. At least she did, before her body and mind were taken over by Prime. She’s a puppet now. A true tool of the Galactic Horde. Catra can do nothing but try to fight against it. Final chapter drops on A03/Tumblr by 3/7/21

Flashfics and One Shots: Multiple shorter stories including karaoke bars, post-cannon fun and more. Chapters come out on a rolling basis whenever the idea strikes me! 

Untitled Glitra Slow Burn: Catra and Glimmer on Horde Prime’s ship. The two of them dance wary circles around each other and eventually...find they are more common than either of them would like to admit.

Beautiful Children: Three years after the war has ended, two years after Adora and Catra’s marriage, on a mission to quell an uprising of Horde sympathizers on a remote planet they come across an infant magicat. Tiny and totally alone. While Adora jumps at the chance to take it in and care for it, Catra is less convinced; doubting her own ability to love and raise a child when their upbringing was so tumultuous. First chapter anticipated drop on A03/Tumblr 3/14/21

Requests are still open too! See my pinned post for my details!

[narcissusneverknewme]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24280306

the word on the street is that Noelle wrote this. I don’t know for sure that’s true but... that is the highest-quality one-shot I’ve probably ever read.

[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

neurodivergent adora owns my entire heart 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[kage-my-justu]

what i absolutely LOVE about she ra's finale is that the greatest threat that adora had to defeat wasnt a physical enemy but an emotional one:

her hero complex and self-sacrificial tendencies born out of feelings of worthlessness

the core conflict of the show (and other conflicts) are emotional and caused by miscommunication and misunderstanding. so highlighting adora's emotional wants and addressing them as the series resolution feels fulfilling and real

[mistyheartrbs]

“hi eve” is the new “hey adora”

[xloveyouanywayx]

Look, I know you're still mad at me. Maybe you'll be mad at me for a really long time. I deserve it! And maybe- Maybe we'll- Maybe we'll never be friends like we used to be. But I'm not going to stop trying to make it better. I made a mistake with the Heart of Etheria. I should have listened to you and I'm sorry. You get to be mad, for as long as you need to be. But I'm not going anywhere. And when you're ready, I'll be here.

Glimmer to Bow (She-ra and the princesses of power, season 5 episode 4)

And that, people, is how you properly apologize to someone. Forgiveness takes time and it isn’t something you’re entitled to. I think this show did a great job of teaching us that.

[meljane7]

She-Ra and the Love of Stories

To me there was never a question of whether or not catradora would “become” canon because in my eyes, they were always canon. I know Noelle says she tried really hard to mask their feelings for each other, and maybe it’s because I’m also a queer woman but I really and truly from the first episode knew they were in love. No matter what they did to each other, I never once doubted that deep down they truly loved each other more than anything in the world. It didn’t ruin the story at all for me, I was just as shocked by the love confession and the kiss. I knew the story Noelle wanted to tell because it’s the same story I want to tell, and I knew she was working against incredible odds and worked so hard and so carefully to make sure we got the ending we deserved. Even if she hadn’t been able to get Dreamworks to agree on the ending and they made her change their relationship to something less subtle (The Legend of Korra walked so that She-Ra could run) I would have been satisfied because I knew that whatever happened, Noelle did it for us. She planted seeds and she let us sow them. She didn’t try to deceive us; she told the story she wanted to tell and guided us along the way. She gave us an ending that was satisfying not just because it fulfilled our desires, but because it made sense. 

I think Noelle’s storytelling ability is not only a testament to her as a queer writer but just as a writer in general. I keep seeing this stupid awful trend in storytelling that says that stories are supposed trick us, to lead us on only to remind us that we live in RealityTM and RealityTM is cold and cruel. Again and again, characters who do as they’re meant to do, who adhere to the status quo, are rewarded while those who diverge are punished. If you felt like something earlier in the story was leading to one thing and you got another, you’re just stupid and weren’t reading it correctly, or you were supposed to get tricked. So many “writers” seem to be writing because they like to feel superior; it’s just a power trip. People like me and Noelle, we write stories because we love them. I love stories so much I wish I could eat them. I don’t write stories to remind people that the world is awful; I know that, you know that, we all know that. I write stories because the world is awful and I want to make it better. Maybe I can’t single-handedly stop climate change, poverty, corruption, coronavirus, or any of the other problems plaguing our world, but I can give people hope. I can tell them, “There’s going to be pain and darkness and loss ahead, and I can’t stop it, I can’t protect you from it, but I can stay with you along the way.” That’s the power of a story, not the number of expectations it subverts, not in the number of tricks it pulls. It’s in the author’s love of the story. That’s the real power Noelle gave us, and I will follow her on whatever journey she takes next, wherever it goes because I know I can trust her and I know she’ll deliver.

[waltzingin1698]

Catradora Drabble

Catra

The night was quiet, softly creeping by in the background as I observed her from my window. She was sitting on her bed, legs crossed over, and her laptop sat in front of her, bathing her skin in blue light. She leaned forward occasionally to type something before slumping back, her eyebrows pushed together and her lip between her teeth.

Once in a while she would look out her window, her eyes quickly finding the outline of my curtains staring back at her. My figure was cloaked by the darkness behind me and the edge of my black curtains obscuring my silhouette. Or so I thought.

My phone buzzed against my thigh and I pulled it out quickly, leaning my head back to rest against the wall behind me.

You’re pretty cute when you’re stalking me.

My phone almost slipped through my fingers as I looked back out, eyes wide, my heart jumping out of my chest.

Adora was standing at her window now, her phone in one hand, her other raised to wave at me. I pulled back from the window immediately, retreating back into the shadows cast by my bedroom walls. I pulled my phone up to my eyes to reread the message, just double checking.

I clicked on the message, finger hovering for a moment.

Don’t flatter yourself, I responded. And if you’re gonna flirt with me, at least do it in person.

I hit the send button, my hand dropping back down to my side. I took a step forward to peek out the window. She was still standing there in her window, looking down at her phone. She glanced back up, smiling, before throwing her phone on her bed. I watched as she walked away from the window and out of my line of sight.

The corners of my lips turned down. I thought that she would at least rise to the bait so we could continue texting.

Flicking on the lamp on my beside table, I settled against the headboard, groaning.

Summer had arrived just a few weeks ago and I was already bored. Adora had been busy preparing for her new school in September, and I didn’t really have any other friends that I saw outside of school. I stared down at my phone, fingers hovering idly, before I just let it drop on the bed beside me.

A few seconds later, I jumped to my feet at the sound of my window opening – and promptly relaxed at the sight of a blonde ponytail appearing through the opening.

“Hey, Adora,” I said, swinging my legs off the side of the bed.

“Catra,” she said, pulling herself into my room completely.

“Why’d you come?” I asked. “Don’t you have work to do for your new school?”

“I decided to take you up on your offer, and come flirt with you in person.” She leaned closer to me, her face barely an inch from mine, before her lips curled into a smile and she leaned back to start laughing.

I watched her laugh for a moment before I gave her a good shove. “Whatever, Adora,” I murmured, ears burning.

She settled onto the bed beside. “So, why are you stalking me?”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” I shot back. “I was just looking out my window. Not my fault you never shut your curtains.”

“Well, I would start but how can I when I have pretty women staring at me?”

“Ugh,” I said, pushing her. “You’re so full of it, Adora.”

“No, I’m not.” She dodged my hands. “I’m just telling the truth. You’re gorgeous, and I should have told you that before.”

I turned my head, bending it so that my burning cheeks were hidden behind my hair.

“Well, friends -”

“I like to think we’re more than just friends.”

I stopped short, turning quickly to face her. “What?”

“God,” she said. “And I thought you were the smart one.” She slid closer, sliding her hand into mine. “You’re all I ever think about, Catra.”

She leaned closer and I could feel her breath across my lips. My eyes widened, then relaxed and I placed a hand on her cheek, but didn’t move to close the gap.

She closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My veins felt like fire, like ice, and I dove into the kiss with all the feelings I’d been holding down since I met her. My other hand went to tangle in her hair and hers landed on my waist, pulling me closer. It was soft and passionate, and when she pulled away, my lips chased hers and pulled her back to me.

“Catra,” she said when she pulled away again. She laughed. “Wow.”

“Don’t ruin it,” I murmured, curling my free hand over our joint ones.

“You’re perfect.” I looked down again, my ears feeling as if they were submerged in water, overwhelmed, and filled with so much happiness.

“Adora,” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

My smile widened, and I pulled her to me again.

It was too bad she left my heart in pieces at the end of that summer when she left me for her new school.

[marzeline]

do you ever just sit down and think: catra and adora dreamt about each other. they had weird bazooky dreams that don’t make sense, they had angsty and sad dreams and they had sweet, utopia like dreams. and then they would wake up and be alone in bed during a war i-

[tenacious-scripturient]

so, uh

she-ra season five, huh?