#tw dc mirage

[theofficialdailyplanet]

@dangerousdan-dan

EXACTLY THIS

they have sm female characters that they have no reason to make rapists

aside from ivy some of the big ones that come up are

mirage who's brazilian

tarantula, latina

and talia, whos chinese-iranian.

and thats only in the batfam - not including the rest of the justice league (ex: the amazon origin whe

the racialised hypersexual rape fantasy dc writers continually peddle with these women makes me so sick i need these people dead fr

dick is constantly made to be the prime example of how dc is shit when it comes to male rape survivors and continues to either make them the but of the joke or hypersexualise them

i've already talked about how hbo changed the name in a gag they made abt tarantula raping nightwing - making him out to be whiny and implying no one cared about what happened

and now theyre continuing to hypersexualise him apparently making it a "major plot point" in season 4

was a fan of this show for how they changed ivys character from the sexualised female rapist to a chill, clothed, eco-terrorist activist that isnt a rapist (honestly one of the only iterations i can stand watching her in as it isnt insanely triggering like most of the dcau versions)

but whats the point if they continue to maintain the narrative that male survivors are constantly a joke? that theyre weak, whiny, annoying? that no one cares? honestly shame on dc- again

[adhara2034]

//TW talks of SA\\

Something i thing is so not talked about in DC is the fact that Dick Grayson has been SAed twice.

The first time happening when a teammate (Mirage) took on the appearance of Kori and mislead Dick into sleeping with her (something else messed up is that Kori actually slut shamed him for this)

The Second hapoeneing when Dick was frozen, he had just had a terrible day and had poison in his system and was taken advantage of in his state, even though you see him telling her (Tarantula) not to touch him.

I just think that this is such a fucked up and traumatising part of Dick Grayson that is overlooked. I think part of it has to do with the fact that male SA isn't spoken about which is really fucked up

[swagwolfsneck]

I haven’t done one of these in a WHILE! But I have found quite a few new fandoms that I love, mainly DC - specifically Dick Grayson 😄

Anyway, for the first Fic Rec back, I present to you:

A ROBIN’S SONG!!!

I love this Fic so much. I’ve reread it so many times! It’s a song Fic, Dick Grayson Centric, addresses traumas he’s faced. ( tw/cw: this will cover mirage/tarantula which is canon non-con, it’s been covered a little in the last chapter but I don’t believe it’s anything too graphic, but just be aware, and there is a little bit of suicidal ideation/tendencies so be aware of that as well)

Only thing I can’t give a major opinion on is if it is out of character as I haven’t read the comics and everything I have learned is from fandom spaces.

Because it is a song Fic, there are so many comments about song suggestions so I went through them all to create a playlist of both the songs already written into the Fic, as well as all the recommendations!

[dumbass-extraordinaire]

okay but legit i am so fucking pissed about the way dc handles sexual assualt, specifically with male victims (i’m looking at you devin grayson) like fuck you!

[tomorrowxtogether]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER Announce “ACT : SWEET MIRAGE” 2023 World Tour

The K-pop idols will hit Asia and the US

TOMORROW X TOGETHER are already gearing up for their second trek around the globe with their newly-announced “ACT : SWEET MIRAGE” tour. The K-pop stars are scheduled for 21 shows across 13 cities in Asia and the U.S.

The Artist of the Month alums will kick things off in Seoul on March 25th. Their Asian leg will take them to Singapore, Taiwan, and Japan before they come to the US. Stateside, the group will make stops in cities including Charlotte, DC, and San Antonio, before the finale on May 27th in Los Angeles. See the full itinerary for the “ACT : SWEET MIRAGE” 2023 tour dates below.

Venues will be announced soon, as will more dates on TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s next world tour. Tickets will be available via Ticketmaster or Stubhub; specific details are still forthcoming.

TOMORROW X TOGETHER will release their 5th EP, The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION, on January 27th. Last July, members Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai chattedwith Consequence about performing in the US.

TOMORROW X TOGETHER 2023 Tour Dates: 03/25 – Seoul, KR 03/26 – Seoul, KR 04/01 – Singapore, SG 04/05 – Taipei, TW 04/14 – Osaka, JP 04/15 – Osaka, JP 04/18 – Saitama, JP 04/19 – Saitama, JP 04/25 – Kanagawa, JP 04/29 – Aichi, JP 04/30 – Aichi, JP 05/06 – Charlotte, NC 05/09 – Belmont Park, NY 05/10 – Belmont Park, NY 05/16 – Washington, DC 05/19 – Duluth, GA 05/20 – Duluth, GA 05/23 – San Antonio, TX 05/24 – San Antonio, TX 05/27 – Los Angeles, CA

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 29

TW: Discussion of sexual assault

If there was going to be a Nightwing black label book, I would want it to explore Dick's history with sexual harassment and violence. There has been a lot of mishandling and uncomfortable portrayals of this in Dick Grayson's stories so it would be nice to see the topic get some real attention.

I don't think comics have to shy away from such serious topics. It is something that happens in real life and writing is all about shining a flashlight on these sorts of things. Telling a well written story about trauma can be so important for people who have experienced that trauma and those who haven't. In the past, comics have handled drugs, alcohol, and STDs in ways that was understandable even for a younger audience. I loved that Mia Dearden talked about having HIV in a realistic way. DC has shied away from this type of content which is such a shame. Comics were some of the first media that embraced people of color and the LGBTQ+ community. Admittedly, a lot of that representation hasn't been the best. Anyway, a black label book would be a great place to explore what is considered a more adult topic. Just because it is black label doesn't mean it has to be unnecessarily dark and gritty.

If I were to try and list all the times Grayson has been violated, it would take me all day. But between Catalina Flores, Liu, Mirage, and a spate of uncomfortable comments and touches coming from a laundry list of others, there is a lot to work with. It would be nice to see it worked with in a way that isn't played off as a joke!

Similarly, Dick Grayson has dealt with a lot of brainwashing and manipulation from a variety of sources: Church of Blood, Spyral, the Joker, Court of Owls, and so on. This is another very intimate violation of his autonomy. There is just so much about his character that feels like it has been shoved under the bed.

I'm not totally sure where I'm going with this, but it has been a long time since I've seen a modern comic deliver a truly poignant message.

[devilsknotrp]

Congratulations, Cee! You’ve been accepted for the role of Bobby Davies with the faceclaim of Julian Morris. Here’s another sample application from one of our existing members. You can find our other sample applications in this tag here. If you’re working on an app and have any questions, don’t hesitate to send them through.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Cee Age: 20 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: GMT+10 Activity estimation: During my university break, I can typically post IC every day or every second day, doing multiple threads. During semester, I’m usually able to write and post IC every 2-3 days, at least. If I know I’ll be extremely busy, I’ll request a hiatus or semi-hiatus or stagger posts slightly! Triggers: N/A

IN CHARACTER: BASICS

Full name: Robert ‘Bobby’ Davies Age (DD/MM/YYY): Thirty (30/09/1966) Gender: Cis male Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Homosexual demiromantic Occupation: Systems research analyst Connection to Victim: Truthfully, through town gossip. He’s never spoken a word to any of the Goodes. Maggie’s brought Linda up once or twice over dinner, especially since Brian has gone missing. All Oh, poor Brian and sidelong glances at Deborah. That, or the Goodes have been mentioned in passing when he’s landed himself in a hushed, sensitive crash-course on his younger sister. Alibi: He was at a high-end wine bar in Lansing that afternoon, doing his damnedest to impress a colleague over a twenty-dollar glass of merlot. Bobby’s been tentative to suggest to him they go for drinks, especially on a four-thirty Friday knockoff. So they agreed for Saturday instead. He drove back alone to Devil’s Knot around 8.45 that night and went straight to bed. Faceclaim: Julian Morris

WRITING SAMPLE

His eyes are starting to blur. Long gone are the heat mirages and blinding pale sunlight across the flat. Now, the horizon bleeds into purple and blue. Worse yet, the radio’s been reduced to static and there’s not a cassette to be found in the car. A hand idly goes up to pinch the bridge of his nose first, then rub at the corner of one eye. At first, the distant spot of light is dismissed by fatigue, although as he nears the brightness grows, bringing into focus silhouettes of parked trucks and cars, patchy along the line of a gas station.

Once there he pulls over. At the pumps Bobby stops, although he doesn’t get out of the car right away. He’s somewhere over the Nevada border, past Reno but ultimately nowhere. Why didn’t he buy a goddamn plane ticket? Right. Work had left him high and dry, damn near cashless save for what he’d stuffed his wallet with. They’d even been hesitant to cough up a final pay, leaving Bobby with no choice but the car, though he suspects it’s got a touch more leg room than economy.

Deep down, he drives for the nostalgia. Lets himself revisit the same sights from the way over when he was eighteen. Though, there’s a few more strip malls than he recalls along the way, and the songs on the radio don’t sound quite right. No more Bruce Springsteen and AC/DC. It sounds sadder. The drive’s also to tell himself that when he gets back to Devil’s Knot, Perry won’t be there waiting. Neither will Maggie. It’ll likely be close to midnight when he arrives, the town deadened by sleep and the outskirts pitch black. It’s a cosmic joke that he’ll probably have to get a room at Sal’s run-down motel. Maybe that’s his trial by fire.

Bobby lets out a sigh and leaves the car. His feet shuffle on the spot as the tank refills, homed in on the rhythmic click of the gas pump, the rush of trucks that fly by left muted, as if they’re ways away rather than right beside him. Inside, he meanders between the aisles of garish chip packets and half-melted candy. He’s not proud of impulse buys but the CD copy of a Toto album is set on the counter with resolution as he mutters the pump number, pulls out a few fifties before going on his way once more. The CD slipped in, the stereo begins to blare in a bid to stay awake. Maybe if he can just make it to the state border and hit Utah, it’ll be enough to get there by the end of the week.

He has to stop at a place far closer, though, because there’s a lightness in his chest and not enough air seems to be getting in. It’s asthma, he chalks it down to; only part of the cocktail of nerves he can’t gulp down. At the back of his neck there’s gooseflesh. It doesn’t go away, even as he checks into a highway motel and clicks the television on to the eleven-p.m. news while he searches for a puffer in his duffel bag. It’s a feel-good story, the newscasters smiling and laughing with each other. With the help of a stale mini-bottle of whiskey from the motel fridge, Bobby manages to fall asleep before the midnight television static sets in.

ANYTHING ELSE?

BACKGROUND

TW FOR DRUGS / DRUG USE, OVERDOSE.

As many others can attest to, 1984 has, and continues to, shake Bobby to his core. Try as he might to swallow it back down the taste lingers sour, like bile. Until then he had grown up having what most considers a ‘normal’ childhood. Or a variant of it; depends on who you ask. Small town, a single mother, no dad in sight and grades high enough to make a Mensa member swoon. He had brought up his father once or twice when he was quite young. His curiosity eventually waned once he grew closer with his mother, Maggie, or found his nose becoming caught between a hefty book more and more often. Much to her chagrin, he’d already begun to gobble up Stephen King novels by the time he was thirteen. Books were a pleasant escape from the static of Devil’s Knot, at least for a while.

The year Phillip Silverman died and Pete narrowly avoided the same fate sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s red and swollen and throbbing – infected – and clear as day in the back of his head. Although he’s tried to rid himself of it, tuck the year away nice and neat, it threw everything off-kilter. The IB grades, the cherry-red As on his papers. An Ivy League university just in his grasp. Whatever he was sure of in himself; a hundred and one ways to get out of town and make something of himself once graduation rolled around, all gone. He wanted to get to NASA – where did that go?

Instead of graduating with friends and spending afternoons blush-drunk in the car of the boy he loved a little way out of town in the summer, an ugly mess of events sent him fleeing. He’s never forgotten the flash of red and blue some months later outside the house. Snow dappling the frozen, muddy front year, hands just free of a prayer before dinnertime, Max up and gone with the follow of Charlie Taylor’s pinched stare.

As if the murder, the endless days spent sleuthing for a whodunnit like an episode of Scooby Doo didn’t leave an imprint on him, the trial certainly did. It was the first time he’d ever worn a suit – a proper suit. He still remembers the too-tight collar, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the click of the stenographer in a Lansing courtroom. The worst part, though, was the fall of Maggie’s expression at the end of it.

Bobby didn’t even graduate high school. Where his diploma should be on the wall of Maggie’s living room, framed in beautiful wood and glass and stared at with that wistful smile of hers, it’s not. Instead he drove west with Perry Esposito. He’d planned it for some time. A tatty duffel bag under the bed, bursting at the seams with a few good books and wads of cash he’d saved from odd jobs, birthdays, loose change and old clothes. Cooped up in Sal’s shitty crate of a car with his knees to his chest, poring over a paranormal reader’s digest in the passenger seat, he was sure he could wean himself off the growing panic that grappled its way up his chest cavity. But somewhere in a Californian hotel parking lot, things crumbled once more. Raised voices skipped over the roof of a car, he stole it and ended up boggle-eyed and knee-deep between the swathes of tech geniuses in Silicon Valley.

It sounds like something out of a movie, he can admit. But it’s true. There were a few hiccups here and there for a kid with no qualifications, although things ironed out once people realised he had a natural aptitude, was too smart for his own good. He soon forgot Perry; or acted like he did.

Habits of small town living still lingered there. Although, people on the West Coast seemed more… accepting. Nobody would bat an eyelid if he said he had no other qualifications besides a few months between a tech start-up and unpaid internship, if he became too touchy with another man beside the pool at a casual ‘work’ party or a friend gestured to a tabletop lined by neat white and somebody’s credit card, for that matter. Over the years he’s gotten his hands grubby with money, drugs, uttering This means nothing, agreeing to it. Although it made him feel sure of himself, strangely, it hasn’t come without a price.

When he looks back, it was all far too much for somebody of his age. It raised him, in a way. Just as Maggie did. Except ambitious corporations brought him up on lackey internships, BASIC, an eight to six day and a celebratory drink at the end of the week. Bobby, prone to burnouts and stubborn perfection, slipped into a drug habit by the time he’d hit twenty-five to cope with the pressure – although he was proud to say he’d never gotten into cigarettes. Touted as the young, bright kid obsessed with computers from a place only made infamous by grisly crime, there was an immense expectation he felt he had to live up to.

In 1993 (or ‘94, things get hazy here), Bobby willed himself to walk through the front door of a rehab centre. He’d gone too far at a party. Having wound up in a hospital with an awful taste in his mouth and a drip in his arm, the idea ate away at his head until he forced himself to it. Going back to his job as if nothing had happened, as if his friends weren’t the ones who’d egged him on to have a bit of fun, blow off steam, was much, much harder. After having grit his teeth for another two years, Bobby got in his car that summer to make the drive back to Devil’s Knot, thinking endlessly about the fact that Perry wasn’t in the seat next to him to shout Dancing in the Dark at the top of their lungs while he drove along an empty desert stretch.

Settling back into Devil’s Knot has been met with fleeting doubts. Before Brian went missing, it seemed too good to be true. Nearly everyone from high school remained. Maggie was there, albeit with a surprise that he’d ignored for a staggeringly long time. He picked up a job in Lansing in no time. Or talked his way into it, his boss raising an eye at the fact he’d not gotten so much as a high school diploma, let alone a degree. Since the disappearance of Brian Goode, the oppressive weight of 1984 has set itself upon his chest once more, made the air stifling.

HEADCANONS

Bobby feels as if he’s failed Maggie by returning home with his tail between his legs. His first dinner back home was by far the most nerve-wracking experience, even more so than the shock of catching sight of Perry Esposito behind the bar counter when he ordered a martini filled to the brim with top-shelf liquor (or the best that Devil’s Knot could muster). He expected conversation to fall back as it was in 1984. Although he’d given Maggie the occasional telephone call over the years, it was never enough to properly connect. And after 1994 it turned into complete silence until the evening he arrived back right before the stroke of midnight, hoping the front porch light was on so he could beg for a spare room. Deborah’s a strange addition to the family, although he’s teaching himself to accept it and bite back the simmering fear that he’s lost the place where he stands with Maggie. But it’s a no-brainer. He couldn’t have possibly expected, after twelve years, to come back and have the jigsaw pieces slip neatly into place. He’s skinnier now, with purple always beneath the eyes and a strange edge he hasn’t worn away just yet. Things aren’t going back to the way they were, even if a childish part of him hopes for it.

He’s been living alone for years just fine. Why has it become so difficult to do back here? Bobby’s box-sized townhouse at the end of Main Street is a mess. There’s a distinct lack of furniture save for the stuff that came with the place, a rickety tower of empty Styrofoam takeaway containers in the kitchen sink where dirty dishes should be, television antenna askew and screen buzzing with static snow in his cramped living room. Most of the furniture he owned in California has ended up in a thrift store somewhere, collecting dust. The only thing he brought with him were his clothes, a far-cry from the jean jackets and ratty Adidas Superstars he wore when everyone last saw him. He’s become plainer. Boring. Ironed slacks and crisp white button downs, the collars starchy. No bright colours. Just white and black. The only casual clothing he’ll resort to wearing is a polo shirt and blue jeans on the weekend, if he’s really struggled with the laundry. The lack of company’s certainly gotten to him. His job in Lansing is a muted nine to five, the office laid out like a rat maze and punctuated only by the ring of a telephone or clack of a keyboard, the odd few friends to chat with there at arm’s length. Lately, he’s sought company at Mandy and Mary’s place, particularly on weekends. It’s nice. It makes Devil’s Knot more bearable, as well as dinner time. Bobby can’t cook to save himself. It either turns out burned, undercooked, or tasteless. That, and the weekly family meal at Maggie’s has been his saving grace. He’s still got his place at the table there, to his relief.

Rehab was an easy decision, kind of. Simple in thought, far more difficult in execution. Around 1993, or ’94 (he struggles to remember which; the early years of the decade were a blur) he’d left what little belongings remained in his one-bedroom apartment to settle in, to bunk beds and lights out and positive affirmations and group therapy, all with a hankering for the rush he’d forced himself to wean off. Going back to work was much harder. The culture seemed stifling, or perhaps too impulsive to let him be comfortable. Come on, a little won’t hurt. It’s not that bad. It didn’t take a phone call, or a missing boy in the news to send him back home. No, it was an itch under the skin that kept coming back on every Friday night get-together for after-work drinks.

Brian’s disappearance has made Bobby feel as if he’s been thrown back to 1984. Nothing pleasant, like Marty McFly going back to a wealthy family and happy girlfriend with a big shiny truck. No, it’s as if the search parties, sombre conversation with old friends has put him right back into his spot in the teenage “Scooby Gang” he’d wound up a part of. Worse still is that the sympathetic remarks he’s gotten from those in town makes him feel like he’s been reduced back to a wide-eyed teen. Or maybe it’s all in his head. With a tendency to bottle things up and never set things straight, Bobby’s nowhere near as open as he used to be. There are many things he hasn’t told Maggie, there are many things he hasn’t dared to admit to himself. He can feel the tension bubbling away at the back of his throat. One day, he suspects it’ll come right back up.

Bobby is selfish. After having learned to finally say no, stop putting himself up to the task of making sure others are happy at his own expense, there are many things he does that signals he wants to save his own neck. If he wants to get his way, he knows he can do so with money, all under the guise of a smile and sugar-coated generosity. Although he’ll genuinely splurge on those dear to him come Christmas time and birthdays, there are others he wants to have a sway over through grand gestures. He knows the novelty will wear off eventually.

His new job is okay – just okay. The work is repetitive at best, although it pays the bills and keeps him fed. He wanted a more senior position at first (I’ve got the experience and the skills straight from Silicon Valley, he’d pitched at the interview) but one glance down to the missing degree on his resume was all it took to put him down as a mundane desk worker. The last few months working it are bearable, although he wonders whether it’ll get any better than what he’s got now. A New Year’s resolution Bobby plans to keep once 1997 rolls around is to move to Lansing, maybe. Work part-time, go for a proper degree. If not only to make himself feel like less of a failure in Maggie’s eyes, it’ll help him shed off the worry that things are becoming static again.

[chorusfm]

The Killers Announce New Album; Stream New Song

The Killers will release their new album, Imploding the Mirage, on May 29th. Today they’ve released the new song “Caution” and announced some tour dates. 05/26 – Doncaster, UK @ Keepmoat Stadium * 05/28 – Falkirk, UK @ The Falkirk Stadium * 05/30 – Manchester, UK @ Emirates Old Trafford * 06/01 – Norwich, UK @ Carrow Road Stadium * 06/03 – Southampton, UK @ St. Mary’s Stadium * 06/05 – London, UK @ Emirates Stadium ^ 06/06 – London, UK @ Emirates Stadium ^ 06/09 – Bristol, UK @ Ashton Gate Stadium # 06/11 – Coventry, UK @ Ricoh Stadium # 06/13 – Middlesborough, UK @ Riverside Stadium # 06/16 – Dublin, IE @ Malahide Castle ^ 06/17 – Dublin, IE @ Malahide Castle ^ 06/19 – Schessel, DE @ Hurricane Festival 06/20 – Neuhausen, DE @ Southside Festival 06/21 – Werchter, BE @ TW Classic 06/23 – Zagreb, HR @ InMusic Festival 06/27 – Stockholm, SE @ Lollapalooza Stockholm 07/06 – Amsterdam, NL @ Ziggo Dome & 07/07 – Boulogne-Billancourt, FR @ La Seine Musicale & 07/09 – Madrid, ES @ Mad Cool Festival 07/10 – Bilbao, ES @ Bilbao BBK Live Festival 07/12 – Milan, IT @ Milano Summer Festival 07/14 – Vienna, AT @ Stadthalle 07/16 – Ostrava, CZ @ Colours of Ostrava Festival 07/18 – Moscow, RU @ Park Live Festival 08/18 – Denver, CO @ Pepsi Center + 08/19 – Salt Lake City, UT @ Vivint Smart Home Arena + 08/21 – Vancouver, BC @ Rogers Arena + 08/22 – George, WA @ Gorge Amphitheare + 08/23 – Portland, OR @ Moda Center + 08/25 – San Francisco, CA @ Chase Center + 08/26 – San Diego, CA @ Pechanga Arena + 08/28 – Las Vegas, NV @ MGM Grand Garden Arena + 08/29 – Los Angeles, CA @ Banc of California Stadium + 08/30 – Phoenix, AZ @ Gila River Arena + 09/10 – Houston, TX @ Toyota Center + 09/11 – Fort Worth, TX @ Dickies Arena + 09/12 – Austin, TX @ Frank Erwin Center + 09/15 – Miami, FL @ AmericanAirlines Arena + 09/16 – Orlando, FL @ Amway Center + 09/18 – Atlanta, GA @ State Farm Arena + 09/19 – Nashville, TN @ Bridgestone Arena + 09/20 – St. Louis, MO @ Chaifetz Arena + 09/22 – St. Paul, MN @ Xcel Energy Center + 09/23 – Chicago, IL @ United Center + 09/25 – Toronto, ON @ Scotiabank Arena + 09/26 – Montreal, QC @ Bell Centre + 09/27 – Verona, NY @ Turning Stone Event Center + 09/29 – Philadelphia, PA @ Wells Fargo Center + 10/01 – New York, NY @ Madison Square Garden + 10/02 – New York, NY @ Madison Square Garden + 10/03 – Washington, DC @ Capital One Arena + 10/05 – Boston, MA @ TD Garden + 10/06 – University Park, PA @ Bryce Jordan Center + 10/08 – Pittsburgh, PA @ Petersen Events Center + 10/09 – Cleveland, OH @ Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse + 10/10 – Detroit, MI @ Little Caesars Arena + 11/11 – Brisbane, AU @ Brisbane Entertainment Centre 11/14 – Sydney, AU @ Qudos Banks Arena 11/18 – Perth, AU @ RAC Arena 11/21 – Melbourne, AU @ AAMI Park 11/29 – Mexico City, MX @ Foro Sol 12/01 – Monterrey, MX @ Arena Monterrey 12/02 – Monterrey, MX @ Arena Monterrey 12/04 – Zapopan, MX @ Estadio 3 De Marzo * Blossoms ^ Sam Fender # Manic Street Preachers & Orville Peck + Johnny Marr --- Please consider supporting us so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/the-killers-announce-new-album-stream-new-song/