So wait, Laika used same-sex couples in their trailers but not in the actual movie?
That’s… not cool.
And almost like they were using the the progressive rep they’d earned from a single joke in ParaNorman to promote their next movie without any intention of actually following through and providing positive queer representation in the actual narrative.
Okay. Duly noted.
Yeah. That and with the other transmisogynist crap that IS in the actual movie? It’s incredibly disappointing.
i like how cis people act like it would be the worst thing in the world not to assume people’s genders i mean we don’t assume people’s names what if you just met someone and you were like “hey emily” and they were like “thats not my name its megan” and you were like “oh well how was i supposed to know. you look like an emily to me. i guess i can try to call you megan but its gonna be hard because i just see you as such an emily”
on the one hand bronies “coming out” as a ponysexual or whatever because they think it’s just as dangerous as being gay is appropriative and homophobic as hell but on the other hand imagine some 22 year old with premature balding twisting his fedora in his greasy hands as he tearfully explains to his horrorstruck parents that he jacks off to technicolor horses
there’s a reddit thread devoted to people grumping about this very post
there are absolutely 0 things wrong w/ being critical of media and it should def be encouraged but it sure is weird that most of the stuff people get really vehement about “boycotting” seems to be stuff made by and/or about marginalized people
#like i understand and share a lot of the same criticsms & concerns ppl have w this stuff #but. you cant yell ‘dont see this!!’ about them #and then enjoy awful stuff made by white dudes and go ‘im allowed to enjoy problematic media’
A tall, thin man with a long, pointed beard and big, wire spectacles stood in front of Harry. He was wearing a brown, tweed suit and a nice, matching hat. His shoes were made of leather and polished until they shone. He had a smile much like Hagrid’s smile. So peaceful, Harry just knew he could trust him! A lovely, kindly young woman with flowing blonde hair and a pleasant, heart-shaped face stood beside this holy man.
“Hello, there, little one,” the man greeted amicably. ‘I am the Reverend Albus Dumbledore, and this is my wife, Minerva. Welcome to Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles!’
“Pleased to meet you, Reverend Dumbledore,” Harry replied enthusiastically; and got to his feet. “This sure is a beautiful place you have here!”
The Reverend beamed. “Why thank you, little one!” His voice had a distinctive southern twang to it that made Harry feel so safe and welcome. He knew in that moment that the Reverend was a man of God
in 1640 some asshole named johnliterally had to change all the pronouns in those 126 sonnets because they were super fuckin queer and he was not comfy with how super fuckin queer they were
also, like, casual elizabethan bisexuality? christopher “they who love not tobacco and boys are fools” marlowe? the venetian “tit bridge”, where prostitutes were commanded by official decree to stand around topless to entice men who were bangin’ too many dudes, because there were so many gay men it was becoming a legitimate social problem?
welcome to the wonderful world of “literally everyone in the past was queer”, friend, enjoy your stay
What? Bisexual? She can’t be bisexual, you’re only bisexual if you’re actively fucking two people of two differing genders at the same exact time. The moment you stop fucking them you’re suddenly not bi anymore. It’s science.
I suppose that means we bi people exist in quantum superposition until someone observes us having sex.