#y’all’ve been asking for merch!

[queerliblib]

MERCH DROP!!!

We’ve been working behind the scenes the last few months to get our swag shop ready to go for the 2024 pride season!

All 3 of our merch pieces were lovingly designed in-house by our incredible Design Lich, Z:

👕 a very cool t-shirt (easily transformed into a crop top! just add scissors!)

💼 a tote bag to to haul your physical books & e-reader (because what’s a nonprofit without a tote bag?)

🏳️‍🌈 a 3-piece sticker pack (for your laptop! water bottle! phone case! a telephone pole! whatever!)

We are super proud and excited to collaborate with Worx Printing, a worker-owned cooperative printing company out of Massachusetts. This means that all of the items in the QLL shop are union-made in the United States. You can learn more about Worx, their history, and their perspective at their website. We think they are SUPER COOL!

To be transparent with where your money goes: Your purchase first goes to the cost of making the item you buy through Worx, and the leftover profit is donated from Worx to Queer Liberation Library. As always, we’re nine volunteers in an overcoat, and we’re so excited that anybody might want to wear a shirt with our library’s name on it.

Now you can skedaddle on over to our shop and get some new Pride Season duds!

GET READY TO READ QUEER BOOKS THIS PRIDE SEASON!

[ragingbookdragon]

I love these!! Could you do ‘babe, what the fuck are you wearing’

Can I just tell y'all how funny WFA is becoming to me? I fucking love it

"Babe, what the fuck are you wearing?"

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She knew something was wrong with her husband when he came home from the Justice League meeting. He was brooding, much more than he usually did, and while she never liked tempting the beast, something was up with him, and she couldn’t help but worry. Watching as Bruce stalked past the kitchen, she turned her attention to her children sitting at the dinner table waiting for the food to finish cooking. “Does anyone know why your dad looks like he got his hand slammed in a door?”

Stephanie pulled the green straw that she’d been obnoxiously slurping on out of her mouth and quipped, “I dunno, Missus W, but maybe you should ask him when he gets in here?”

Her eyes narrowed and she looked at her children. “Why do I get the feeling that you’ve all done something that I don’t know about?” They shrugged, some with looks of suspicion others with looks of offense; she pointed the spatula at them. “Mark my words, if y’all’ve done something to make him upset, I’m gonna put this spatula on your butts.”

As they giggled, Bruce walked into the kitchen, stopping to press a kiss to her cheek before moving to the head of the table. “You feeling alright, dear?” she asked. “You look a little upset.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, watching as she turned off the stove and carried the saucepan over. “Just tired.”

“Well,” she smiled. “I made chicken and rice, so your day is about to get better.” Placing the pan down, she reached behind her neck and lifted the apron from her body, hanging it over the back of the chair. “So, how about we—”

“Babe, what the fuck are you wearing?” Bruce questioned, very, very quietly.

She looked down at her Green Lantern shirt. “Hallie got it for me the other week. I thought I’d wear it?”

Bruce took one last look at it, stared straight ahead out the doorway and rose from his seat, bypassing the entire family as he stalked into the living room.

“What’s his—”

A bellow tore from the living room and the entire kitchen descended into hysterics as they heard, “GODDAMN SUPERMAN MERCH! WONDER WOMAN MERCH! FUCKING FLASH! ASSHOLE GREEN ARROW! AND MY FUCKING WIFE IS WEARING GREEN LANTERN SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”