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This tumblr, though, is 95% superheroes.
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I’m not normally one to be a rabble-rouser, particularly on the internet.
But I really think the fandom forces of tumblr should collectively spam NBC about Constantine, and recent disclosure that they are straight-washing his character. (He’s canonically bisexual in the comics)
If there is one thing fandom can collectively agree upon, there aren’t enough queer people in mainstream media. NBC is making an adaptation with an ALREADY QUEER CHARACTER, and making him straight. Bisexual men are a particularly under-represented demographic, and this is frankly the height of fucked up.
The good thing is, fandom can perhaps nip this problem in the bud. Although the show has been officially picked up by NBC, it is still very much in development. If we — the active fans of the world — collectively threaten to boycott before the show airs in October, we might have a good chance of forcing a creative shift.
So get in touch with NBC and make a complaint.
Twitter: @NBC || @NBCConstantine
Email Message: http://www.nbc.com/contact/general (under “Questions not found on FAQ page about NBC Entertainment”)
And please reblog this post. Spread the word. If anything is worthy of fandoms collective ire and criticism, it is this.
Welp. Also WOW read the link because that is a ridiculously offensive rationale. “Maybe in 20 years or so?”
Also do you like how character’s sexualities are magically never that important to the character when the character happens to be queer
Well, we’re in Bristol and that bridge is, like, 4 minutes away. Let’s go check it out.
How nic— Wait. What’s that thing?
Uhm… A little closer?…
NO. NONONONONONO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Nooooooo why are people crazy fffffffffffffffffffffffff
It’s something that Bruce just can’t understand. After all, he’s wealthy, a man, able-bodied and able-minded… and he’s White. There are things that just don’t happen to him.
So when Cass notices Damian sulking and scowling one day after coming home from school, she makes note of the fact that he doesn’t say anything to anyone. He usually does. Whatever it is that upsets him, he usually has a torrent of words, of invective to heap on the heads of those who have wronged him (or those he feels he needs to protect). But this time, Cass guesses,he doesn’t think his complaints would be received?
Alfred is concerned, and Bruce wants to ask (but ultimately doesn’t). Damian keeps his secret, glowering at his plate all through dinner.
Black Bat has to stop Robin from getting a little too rough with the criminals that night. He basically pulps the face of a particular perp, and that’s another clue that Cass files away.
But words are still slippery things for Cass, so she doesn’t say anything to him yet. The next day, he’s still quiet but it seems better? Like the quiet isn’t because he’s holding something in, just because nothing of note happened.
Damian has a few good days, but that Friday the stormclouds are back. He stomps and growls and he’s sarcastic whenever Alfred tries to draw him out. Cass makes a call.
Dick shows up that evening — Dick, not Nightwing — and announces that he’s borrowing Damian and Cass for a few hours. Bruce frowns, in a thoughtful way, and tosses him a set of car keys without even protesting.
"You know what time to come back," he says.
Dick beams. “Of course I do, Bruce.”
Cass wonders a little at the sheer volume of things they don’t say, but do.
"So," Dick says, as they sit together on the roof of the opera house, "what’s going on?"
"What do you mean?" Damian asks stubbornly. He won’t give an inch.
"Something’s wrong," Cass insists. "Something… happened."
"Nothing happened.” Damian retorts. But he immediately contradicts himself, when he looks away and mutters, “I can handle it.”
Dick doesn’t touch him, even though he has that look — the one that means he wants to hug you. He just says, softly, “I’m sure you can. But you don’t have to handle it alone, you know.”
They are all quiet for a long moment. Damian is clearly struggling with the idea of breaking his silence. Cass waits. She knows… it’s the hardest thing in the world.
"It’s stupid," Damian says finally, then repeats. "It’s stupid."
"People… can be," Cass murmurs. Damian looks startled for a moment, then scowls again — not quite at her.
"I’m not… I’m not a terrorist.”
Dick actually flinches at that. Cass remembers feeling like that — the invisible cut you get from the anger/dismissal/loathing/fear of other people, when they just look at you and judge. “Ah.”
"Ah?" Damian repeats, in tones of outrage — reading dismissal in the sound. Dick shakes his head, and puts a hand on Damian’s knee.
"It’s just that… times don’t really seem to change. You wouldn’t believe all the crap I took from those private school White kids."
Damian’s mouth twists into a bitter smile. “No, Grayson, I think I would.”
I love this so much