I’d like to start by saying that I’ve seen so many complaints about this particular subject, but it looks like you don’t see them, or more likely, you choose to ignore them.
As a young member of the LGBTQ+ community (you know these people who gather every year during the same season to party on the streets and spread colourful messages everywhere, but also those who ship your best Heterosexual Characters® together), I’ve had the chance to see a few queer characters on TV during my teenage years. I remember the first time was on Buffy The Vampire Slayer when I was only 10 (reruns), and I didn’t even know that I was gay at the time. Then, when I realized my sexuality, I decided to search for shows and movies to watch. And THAT is when I also realized that there was very few LGBTQ+ content available. If you wanted to see queer folks on TV you had to dig really deep.
Lucky for me, around 2010, producers learned that putting gay people in their mainstream shows was attracting a rather important fanbase. So they gave us: Grey’s Anatomy, Pretty Little Liars, Glee, Modern Family, Degrassi, Skins, etc. And we thought “YAY THAT’S MY PEOPLE” and watched these TV shows religiously, memorizing and analyzing every interaction, stare, kiss, date, hand-holding, love scene, thinking that we finally got what we wanted.
Queer characters cheat, break up for no logical reason, end up alone, disappear, or in worst case scenario, die. Because why not, right?
And if nothing happens to our loving LGBTQ+ characters, the show is just canceled, as seen with Faking It and Sense 8.
But, our community is a fucking strong one. When we fight, we put everything we have. There is so little representation of our community that when there is we give all our attention to it. That’s why you lose audience when you make a character disappear or kill it, because if you respect us, then we’ll be the greatest fanbase you’ve ever seen. We’ll spend all our money to go to conventions, buy your merch, buy your DVDs, and your actors will be loved and admired and pushed to the next level thanks to us. If you don’t respect us, then ciao adios we’re done.
So, why? Why do you keep repeating the same mistakes? Why in 2017 (almost 2018), having LGBTQ+ characters is still problematic? Why is it still impossible for a lead character to be queer in a mainstream TV show (except for OITNB, you’re doing great sweetie)? Why is it so difficult for you to consider making a non-canon queer couple canon? I mean, I’m not saying all of them, but when you have ships like Bechloe, Stilinski-Hale, Faberry, Johnlock, Supercorp, (and many others) where thousands and thousands of people believe in it and have countless undeniable arguments in favor of the same theory (and let’s be honest, it wouldn’t even matter that much since it’s sooo obvious), why would it be so stupid to even think about it? Give your series some new sparkly twists goddamit!
Make a queer person angry and you’ll have to deal with the whole squad, and trust me you don’t want to try it. We basically run your series. You should’ve learned with Clexa.
So, you’ll probably never see this because I’m nobody, but if you do please don’t ignore us.
This isn’t a promise of anything. You want a promise? I can promise you this: you can’t count on me, ‘cause stuff happens, you know? Houses burn, cars crash, people get sick. One of us could die tomorrow. I promise you cannot count on anything, but this makes it so I can kiss you whenever I want to. I don’t want the stupid running around and hiding. I want to kiss you when I want to kiss you!
Person A is a cold weather enthusiast who works at an ice cream shop. One day they catch the attention of Person B, who immediately draws Person A in with their warm smile. What Person A doesn’t know, though, is that Person B is secretly an infamous arsonist.
Just stumbled upon an anti-Destiel tumblr and well… Wow.
I mean, we get it, you don’t ship them and that’s ok. But what’s not okay is the way you talk about us, like we are some sick perverted freaks. Just… No. Whether you like it or not, we are all part of the Supernatural fandom, but we don’t have the same OTP and that’s cool.
So stop asking people to “keep their shitty post out of general tags" because we shouldn’t have to be bullied into doing something just because your opinion is different from ours. We are fans just like yourself, we’re allowed to use general tags, just like yourself. We shouldn’t have to feel sorry or ashamed because of it, but maybe you should considering the way you talk about us.
And if you’re just spreading the hate because it’s fun… Well then, guess we’re not the sickest freaks heh?
I know how hard it is to face the salt and the hate every damn day time and time again by the masses when you’ve been minding your own god damn business. I know it gets tiring to see it invade your timelines and seep into your tags.. your space.
But we gotta learn to be happy. We already are just watching Jimin and Jungkook happy but I just want to remind you that those people are toxic and they feed on our anger and frustrations. And attacking us will not make them feel better.
Kill them with kindness.
And if all else fails, kill them with
Because Lord knows they don’t deserve our attention.
Hey dude, it’s a bit late but I got inspired by that other anon, so here’s a little something I wrote for you on your birthday ^_^ Stay awesome!
“How do you like the party, Sixer? Having a good time?”
Bill reached for the golden statue beside him. With a mouthless grin, he gripped it with his both hands and lifted it up to his eye, swaying it from one side to another like it was his favorite doll.
“Ohh, I bet you’d be dancing to these sick beats too if you were a bit more animated right now!” Bill laughed, kicking his feet in the air like an excited child. “Or not! You seem more like the wallflower type, actually. Stop being so uptight, you big nerd!”
He flipped the statue upside down. “How can I make you dance to my tune, hm?” he wondered aloud, tapping the crown of the helpless figure’s head, and the gold coating melted off the silver hair. Humming, he ran his fingers through the man’s freed hair repeatedly like combing them - it really looked no different than a child trimming his toy. After a while of twining loose curls around his index finger he turned the statue back into an upright position and ruffled the hair back into a disheveled mess, rendering the earlier adorning moot.
“You really need to loosen up a bit if you want to keep your owner entertained, Fordsy.” Bill ran his finger down along the bridge of the man’s nose, freeing a half of his face from its petrified state. Ford blinked furiously and drew a sharp breath through his nose - gold was still covering his mouth as well as the rest of his body.
Bill’s fingers played with his foremost curls. “Hey there, golden boy. Did I awake you from your slumber?” He received no reply aside from another sharp inhale. “Oh, what’s that? Am I making you uncomfortable? Well, I guess this is a breach of personal space if I ever saw one! Then again…”
His fingers pinched the skin over the man’s cheekbone. “You can feel this, but… You can’t feel this, right?” The hand dropped on his open mouth, tracing a circle along his lips. “Or this?” The hand went a little lower, below Ford’s field of vision. “…or even this?”
The man’s eyes widened as the demon’s fingers slid even further down his torso. He couldn’t feel a thing below his nose, but from the movements of Bill’s pupil, he knew where the fingertips were reaching.
His breath hitched and something resembling a muffled whimper could be heard escaping his half-petrified windpipe as Bill’s arm started moving slightly up and down in a slow, rubbing motion.
“Sure, you can’t feel it but, oh boy, if it isn’t going straight to your head. I’d pay to see those thoughts now, bud”, Bill growled, his eye gleaming and intense. His finger slid back up, settling under Ford’s petrified chin.
“Time to go back to sleep now, Stanford. But you’ll be free the next time you wake up, and then…” Ford whined again and squeezed his eyes shut as Bill drew him closer. A black, forked tongue strayed from beneath the demon’s eyelid; every inch of Ford’s moving body shuddered as Bill dragged his nonhuman tongue on his open mouth and over his face, right up to the hairline, coating him completely in gold again.
“We’re going to have so much fun together.”
OH MY GODHKSDS FOOEY THIS IS SO MESSED UP I LOVE IT!!! <3 I wonder if Stanford could like, idly FEEL or KNOW something was in his hair at first considering a big portion of the brain had to have been unfrozen… MAN THAT’S SO CREEPY I LOVE IT!! *KICKS LEGS LIKE AN EXCITED KID TOO* <3
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years down the line, when they’ve both been forcibly dragged into adulthood, and the rush of “i love you i want you i want to stare into your eyes forever” calms down a bit, maintaining the romance gets harder. in many ways, their relationship is better now than it’s ever been - now that isak is more aware of even’s boundaries, now that even has more of a grasp on isak’s relationship with his parents and the internalized homophobia he dealt with for years. they’ve fallen into a routine, and it’s not bad exactly, but a part of even misses when it would take him a few minutes in the morning to remember that’s isak lying next to him, when he’d still get butterflies in his stomach every time isak let himself fully look at him.
still, he’s surprised on their anniversary when isak throws down his fancy napkin at this fancy restaurant and asks, “do you remember our first kiss? fuck it, do you think it’d be less awkward a second time?” his eyes are shining. “let’s recreate it?”
and, well, isak’s not the spontaneous one in their relationship. even’s the one who fell in love with epic dramas at nine and made that his life calling. but after all these years, there are still layers of isak left for him to uncover.
“uh…we may be pushing our luck with breaking and entering a second time,” even says, and since when has even been the responsible one? it’s not a good look on him, but he’d already been chewed out by his assistant for blaming too many of his antics on artistic license. sooner or later, someone would call him out on his bullshit.