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#so I told my Mum she could tell my dad that I’m bi
dcbnam-aep · 2 years
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Grishaverse as things my friends have said
*loud crashes and bangs* that was nothing- Jesper
you like that smell? it’s called victory- Kaz
Amen more like ahhhh men and ahhhh women- Nina 
My family’s pretty sick but just like in the head- Darkling
I SHOULD’VE TRUSTED GOOGLE- Jesper
(offended) I know what kind of tree I am- Matthias
I wonder if my sneeze would be low pitched. Achooo- Wylan
Maybe you’re a hologram *Wacks Kaz* Nope you’re not a hologram- Jesper
*sad* You have another fluffy cow dealer?- Alina to Genya
It makes you a less organised sack of blood- Kaz (discussing ebola)
One of my sims has a crush on me and that would be cheating on my 2 wives, girlfriend and boyfriend- Nina
I can lose my innocence but I can not lose my virginity- Alina
I thought it was contemporary and then this bitch started talking about werewolves- Darkling
I’m too blind for murder wink- Kaz
Are you high on sleep deprivation?- Zoya (to Nikolai)
What are they talking about? Probably straight things- Nina & Jesper
Being competitive. AKA being a sore loser- Nikolai
I’m allowed to have a knife in my bag, I’m an art student - Wylan
I’m going to call it just a board instead of a whiteboard because we’re not racist here - Jesper
It doesn’t matter if I’m lesbian, I’m a catch - Genya
Gandalf, I am your father- Wylan
There’s always room in a lady’s stomach - Zoya
*talking about children* how do you contain your desire to just clock them (with actions) - Kaz
If I get shat on by a seagull I’m suing the city of Sydney - Nina
Friends?? Pfft no; more like free labour - Kaz
*whispers quietly* big words.... - Mal
I have the vocal range of a prawn - Zoya
Inej: Violence is never an answer
Kaz: Violence is always a considered answer but barely ever the chosen answer
happy valentines day you lonely lonely lonely single bastard- Zoya (to Nikolai)
Nina is too scared to watch horror movies but she is doing it for the gays - Inej
I’m not judgy, I’m just angry - Kaz
I just spent a long time projecting gay energy on purpose - Nina
You think I’m a murderer and cool; I love this game - Wylan
I have been stuck in this same kangaroo land for 15 years!!! - Jesper
*aggressively types* - Baghra
I’m getting blessed tonight, RIP that sinning ayyyyyyy - Nina
I walked into school and they told me i was moldy and am going to hell cause i am a ‘bad fruit of the spirit”... i was in year 1 - Nikolai
I don’t have enough hands to throw hands - Adrik
Bibbity bobbity bitch - Zoya
There was this guy who had a crocodile permit and he had a crocodile and then he got busted for drugs or something - Wylan
What’s sexy about writing, well Ernest Hemingway… - Mr Fahey
Nina: fuck Jesus
Matthias: no don’t fuck Jesus
Nina: ah yes fuck Mary 
Inej: no don’t fuck Mary that defeats the entire point of Christianity
Nina: fuck virginity
*quietly* who has a knife kink? (it’s Kaz, obviously)- Jesper
Find another rebound red head - Alina
Somehow I end up adopting all the isolated gays - Kaz
You’re pretty to look at but I don’t want your penis inside of me - Nina
There are always endless options… in this world… like- u could be a dinosaur if u wanted. just kidding I wish u could- Alina
18 is a great age to fuck some French men………or women - Nina
Not even Sesame Street level of literacy here - Wylan’s dad
I was going to assume thats just pirate-core - Nikolai
I would be concerned if a lesbian on birth control got pregnant - Genya
It’s a great day to like women - Nina
We have to keep the babies room temperature- Inej
Mal: I don’t take insults from a potatoe
Nikolai: You spelt potato wrong
You’re like a Kmart model but not top of the range- Zoya
Sorry mum, I am too punk rock to pick up the groceries- Wylan
You have 24 carrot gold leg hair- Zoya to Genya
Cannibalism? Only if it is kosher.- Nikolai
I have so much banana I’m gonna be high on potassium bitches- Jesper
Kaz, you sleep deprived bean, go and sleep- Inej
I would google it but it’ll probably just tell me I have arm pit cancer- Genya
I have a very important question… about mens nipples - Jesper
*reads out bit of really quite gay writing* aNyWaY FrIeNdShIp vIbEs - Nina
Can we not talk about Smurf reproduction please - Matthias 
She looks like she’s had a boob job. And trust me, I know, I like boobs- Nina
Jesper *yelling*: NINA SHES GOING ON A DATE
Inej: Jesper be quiet!!
Jesper *whisper shouting*: NiNa sHeS gOiNg On A dAtE
I need the warmth of your supple calf - Nina
Jesper: You know who’s hot… Scar from the lion king
Kaz: He’s a lion?!??
Wylan: A hOt lion.. 
*Alina stomping down the hall tired and lowkey grumpy, not wearing her glasses* Genya why do u look weird? Wait- glasses. *stomps back up hall*
Inej: Kaz r u taking Latin??
Jesper: I speak pig Latin 
If your fingers are feeling kinda slimy, just wash them……its just…… dissolving your fingers (calm as ever) - Wylan
I used to be a VIG. Do u know what that means? A Very Important Greek (Grisha).- Zoya
Im not a whore, im tastefully slutty - Genya
*spends 5 minutes fannina-ing over a guy named Herby*- Nina
Do you really want to be worth the most though? Cause if youre worthless they wont sell you- Kaz
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sebsrainbowbicycle · 2 years
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I’m considering coming out as Bi to my family. Which is a scary thing to even think about if I’m honest. 
I’ve never even entertained the thought, never wanted to upset the applecart, never wanted to deal with the questions and comments and ‘jokes’ that they my mum will make. 
I remember when I was younger 12 my mum told me that she had no issues with gay men or lesbians, but bisexuals were greedy and were why HIV spread so much. Which y’know.. that shit sticks with you. I don’t know if she still thinks that way, there’s every chance she could have grown as a person and changed her bigoted ideas. 
But I’ve never wanted to potentially ruin everything by telling her. I figured if I ever had someone I wanted to introduce to her as a significant other, then I'd cross that bridge then. I don’t have my dad anymore, and I guess a world where I have to hide a part of myself from my mum and family feels better than a world where I don't have a mum anymore. 
I’ve wanted to tell my brother for forever, he’s my best friend and would be so cool with it it would be a 20 second thing before we went back to talking about whatever race or game was coming up next. But I don’t want to burden him with yet another thing he has to hide his knowledge of, from our family. 
Almost all of my friends know, my colleagues all know mostly not by my choice but that’s another matter and I’m sitting here in pride month, feeling proud of who I am but also not proud. Not proud of who I am when it comes to my family. And I know that's okay, but it doesn't feel okay, and it’s so tiring hiding the real me. 
So maybe I’ll be brave and do it, or feel brave just by considering it, or be brave and not do it. I don’t know. 
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So I just had a nightmare about being outed to my mum, which is weird as hell considering 1) I’m already out to her and 2) she’s bi herself and it’s all fine??
but it wasn’t about me being gay it was about genderqueer…ness… which she would also be fine with irl and probably actually has a decent handle on even though I’ve never explicitly said so (bc even I’m not sure how to define it lmao)
anyway the dream started with me wandering through the back of a school campus, and bumping into a bunch of people dressed in faux-medieval costumes. I asked them if there was a renn faire in town and they said no, these were just their celebratory outfits, they were heading to the trans pride parade that was right behind campus. I was like “oh that’s great, that’s so cool!” and this one girl kinda eyed me (not cruelly, just curiously) and asked if I was “part of the community”. I just kind of went “ehhhhhh…..” for a really long time because no I don’t think I count as trans, I’m afab and I still mostly am a woman I’m just also some other things and also nothing, and the girl kinda laughed and put her hand on my shoulder and said “I get it, you’re welcome if you wanna come” which was very sweet.
But then I was walking through a more city kind of area and my phone was doing something weird, and I realized that my mother had kind of butt-dialed me into a group call that was supposed to just be a direct call between her and my sister. And she told my sister “you know [Alice] just came out as nonbinary” and my sister was like “took long enough” and I lost my shit because I hadn’t told mum and also I don’t think nonbinary is really an accurate term for me even though I don’t really know what is, and I was just like MUM WHAT which let them know I was on the call, and I kept asking mum who’d told her that and she wouldn’t answer, but was kinda “geez why are you upset” and said we’d talk about it later but then was trying to talk about trivial other stuff and I hung up on her
(weird that my sister was so gung ho about it in my dream, when she’s said some frustrating stuff irl on the “oh come on everyone feels like that” note but oh well)
anyway the next bit of the dream mostly had to do with me trying to get home, making my way through the city, trying to find a way to lock up my bike, etc, except that the whole time I was also trying to reach out to an online friend bc she’d said something about me being nonbinary and I was like “ok where did you get that from maybe that’s where my mum got it from”. For some dream-ass reason we had to communicate only over Snapchat and it was buggy as hell. Anyway she said she’d used some kind of AI to create a compilation of all the art by various mutual of hers to put on her blog and that was ‘how she knew’; I looked at her blog and there was nothing there, she said she’d decided not to post it bc she didn’t like having AI art on her blog. I asked if she could DM me the one of my art so I could see it and figure out what was going on, but she didn’t reply probably because Snapchat is buggy as hell. It didn’t feel like she was ignoring me.
anyway then I was in an outdoor restaurant with my mum and sister and her boyfriend, and I was kind of roiling inside and trying to figure out who had told my mum, but she blithely didn’t want to talk about it and meanwhile I was supposed to be playing my sister in some word game on my phone while also kind of cringing away from my sister’s bf because we don’t really get along.
next section of the dream was similar except that it was in a second-hand shop and we were all exploring it except I was mostly trying to find my mum so I could ask her 1) where she got the idea I was nb 2) why she thought it was appropriate to tell my sister before she’d even talked to me about it. I kept not being able to find her, but my dad was there and he hugged me and tried to cheer me up by showing me cool stuff on the shelves.
I hadn’t managed to talk to her about it by the end of the dream.
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itsallyscorner · 3 years
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Toms son asking him where babies come from blurb pls
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Where Do Babies Come From?
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Tiny feet could be heard padding against the hardwood floors of Tom’s home. He had been in the study room with Harry creating future plans and events for The Brother’s Trust. On his laptop was Sam, who joined the meeting via Facetime
“You know what would be fun? What if we had a little bake off?” Sam suggested through the laptop.
“How would that work?” Harry asked, resting his chin in his palm. “Well I’m obviously gonna be the judge. I want to see you both put your shit cooking skills to the test.” Sam remarked, snickering at the offended looks on his brothers’ faces.
“I’m actually a good cook, Lucas said so.” Tom boasted, a proud smile on his face since his son approved of his cooking. The door to the study suddenly opened slowly, catching the attention of all three Holland brothers. Behind the door was Tom’s ‘mini me’, Lucas.
“Hey, little man!” Harry greeted Lucas, wheeling his chair closer to the entrance of the room. Harry gathers his nephew into his arms and lifts him up to sit on his lap, wheeling back to Tom.
Tom softly smiles at his son, chuckling at the left over pudding that had stained the corners of Lucas’ mouth. Tom lifts his thumb up, gently wiping them away from Lucas’ face.
“Luca!” Sam yelled, wildly waving his hand at the camera. Lucas simply waves, mind too focused on the question that has been in his head all day.
“Dada?” Lucas asks, his tone hinting curiosity.
“Yes, bubbs?”
“Where do babies come from?” The question catches all of the men off guard, especially Tom. His mouth opens to say something but nothing came out. Too many thoughts were running in his head. Why was Lucas suddenly interested in the creation of babies? He knew his son would probably ask him the question one day, but he never expected it to be this soon. He was simply not prepared to tell his son about the cycle of life.
A look of panic washes over Tom’s face as he silently asks Sam and Harry for help. His two younger brothers only shrug with amused expressions on their face.
“Uh—well, did you ask mum?” Tom questions his son, shifting in his seat. Lucas innocently shakes his head, “Nope, mummy was cooking and I didn’t wanna bother her.” The four year old answered, scratching his head.
“You know, speaking of cooking, I think I left my stove open!” Sam said, followed by the sound FaceTime made whenever someone ended a call.
“This seems like a conversation you gentlemen should have, I’m going to help (y/n) cook.” Harry gently sets Lucas onto his dad’s lap and swiftly exists the room. The door closes and Tom is left with his son and the big question of the day.
Lucas only stares at his dad with his big brown eyes, patiently waiting for his dad’s response. His tiny brows furrowed together, “Dada, do you need me to say the question again?”
Tom quickly shakes his head wrapping his arms around his son and pulling him into his chest. “No, I heard you the first time, Lukey.”
Tom’s eyes shift from the ceiling to Lucas, “Well where do you think babies come from?”
Lucas adorably purses his lips together, making his ‘thinking’ face that resembled Tom’s whenever he was deep in thought.
“From mummy’s belly. She eats the babies and then it comes out, like poop!” Lucas explains enthusiastically. His little arms waving around while he talked, making Tom’s heart swell in adoration.
Tom couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his son’s theory on babies. He wasn’t entirely wrong.
“Well, you’re not wrong, it does come out like poop.” Tom acknowledges, his son only nodding in agreement. “Wait, how do you know that babies come out like poop?”
Lucas shrugs, “How else is it supposed to leave mummy’s tummy? When she eats it, she poops it out, like food. Mama said that’s how the digesive system works.” Though he mispronounced the word, digestive, Tom was still impressed at how intelligent his son was. Thankfully, Lucas inherited your brain and your wits instead of his.
Lucas leans into his dad’s chest, hands coming up to lazily pull and smush his dad’s face together. “Is that how it really works, daddy?”
Tom hums, making funny faces while Lucas squished his cheeks together. “Not quite, bubba.” Tom comments, though it came out muffled due to the tiny hands on his face.
Lucas stopped, his bottom lip jutted out, and a crinkle formed on the skin between his eyebrows. “Then how does it work?” The toddler huffed, crossing his little arms.
“Uhm..”
“Do they use magic?”
“No?” Tom responded, though his answer seemed more like a question.
Lucas’ curiosity was peaking and the questions just kept on coming.
“Are babies from the factories? Like in Boss Baby?”
“Not really.”
“Then why did they show the babies in a factory, dada?”
Tom’s mouth was agape, “Because...because—it makes the process look much more fun for little kids?”
Little Lucas frustratedly threw his hands in the air, “But what IS the process, dada?”
Tom releases a breath of air and sits up in his seat. He adjusts Lucas on his lap, who was staring at him intently still waiting for his dad to tell him where babies come from.
“Alright, so when, um, when a woman and a man fall in love with each other. Like really, really, in love, they have all of these feelings.” Tom starts, trying to think of a PG yet somewhat accurate explanation to baby making—sex, in other words.
“Like how you and mummy are really, really, in love?” Lucas interjects. Tom nods and snaps his fingers, “Yes, exactly like mummy and I.”
“So when the mummy and daddy share lots and lots of powerful feelings for each other—it all comes together and becomes one big ball of love. And that big ball of love turns into a baby that grows in the mummy’s stomach for about nine months.” Tom explains, his hands making wild gestures and his face becoming expressive to make the story more interesting for his son.
Lucas’ mouth fell open, “So that’s how you and mummy made me?” A lopsided grin was on Tom’s face as he stared down at his son. The similar chocolate brown eyes that Lucas inherited from him twinkled in wonder.
“Yup, that’s exactly how we made you.” Tom confirms, fondly brushing a hand through the mop of curls that rested on Lucas’ head.
Lucas rested his chin on his dad’s chest. “So I’m a big ball of you and mama’s feelings?” He mumbled, eyes suddenly feeling heavy.
Tom hums, “Yeah, you’re our big bundle of love, sunshine.” He notices Lucas’ head beginning to loll to the side, so he gently places his hand behind Lucas’ head and rests it against his chest.
“That’s cool.” Lucas whispers before drifting off to sleep in his daddy’s arms. Tom is left admiring his son, just like the day he first arrived into the world. Lucas’ features were a combination of Tom’s and yours. He remembers the night Lucas was conceived and the memories that followed after you told him you were pregnant. He remembers feeling nothing but endless love from you and endlessly loving you every single day. Looking at his son, he’s reminded everyday of the love you both share. Lucas was right, he really is a big ball of your and Tom’s feelings.
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ballorawan740 · 3 years
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SCP Scenarios: When their kids swear at them (REQUESTED)
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Requested by: @Astro_KeySimp
WARNING: Swearing (sorta)
Ok so I kinda made the reader into the child since don't remember if you wanted the reader to be a child or not, so if it wasn't to your liking, then I'm sorry, but I can make a separate version on where the reader isn't the child
It kinda became more of the SCPs and doctors being dads than their reaction to their kids swearing
SCP 073 (Cain)
Cain was walking around with you since you were bored and there wasn't anything to do
Being unaware of what some of the staff were saying, ye went over to grab you some food for later in case you got hungry
Once you both went back, he watched you play with some Legos and was talking as if it was your Lego friends talking to you
Cain looked away for just 10 seconds and heard you shout out "Wow! He said that her baby's such a bi-" which shocked him as he heard it
Cain looked around and made sure that nobody was around the room and was somewhat surprised that you was the one saying this
Being a good dad he is, Cain explained to you carefuly that you shouldn't say that word because it's bad
And being a sweet shy child, you obliged and stopped saying the word
Til this day, Cain had no idea about where and who you've heard the word from and is very much more self-aware
SCP 076-2 (Abel)
Abel is that type of dad who would teach you all the bad words and encourages you to say them
It's the researchers who had to teach you top not to say those words
One time, Dr Glass came in to examine you and had rewarded you as usual since you were so cooperative
You drew a picture of you and Abel talking in a garden with bright coloured flowers
Simon asked if he could see your drawing and saw that the conversation you and your dad had was those of swearing
This surprised Simon since you knew so many at such a young age but wasn't totally shocked since he knew that you were Abel's child
And knowing him, he wouldn't teach you to be nice, so Simon took the job as a mother hen and taught you to not use those words around people
SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)
Ok, so I'll keep this SCP short since I, again, don't know what I should write for this adorable, squicky, neon-orange, bubby blob
Another SCP who doesn't cuss
This adorable squishy boi here was about to have a heart attack when he heard you swear fir the first time
He had to ask you worryingly where you heard that phrase and you just said some guy wearing a white jacket
999 sighed knowing that you'll grow and couldn't do anything to stop it
He did, however, mention that you should try and avoid saying those things to anyone and that they'd most likely have a heart attack since you were his child and you won the genetic lottery for being the cutest and outgoing child in the world
The only other person who knew of this was Dr Glass (sucks to be him ngl, he do be a mother to everyone) and he had to help poor 999 with teaching you better words
SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)
YAY! Another SCP who would teach their kid to swear
682 has such a dirty mouth like 076 and would 100% teach you all the words he knows
Similarly to what happened with Abel, you were taken for an interview with Dr Sophia Light since she was assigned to you
She's such a sweet and kind doctor to be around and would teach you anything and everything you would probably need to know all the while keeping an eye on you in case you become overly aggressive like 682
You were just eating some sweets Lights had given you for good behaviour and overheard some researchers swear
Remembering what your dad had taught you, you just repeated those curse words while clapping at your achievement
This had shocked Sophia and that researcher since you were known to be a moderately shy and quiet child who normally wouldn't say those things despite being 682's child
Sophia had to ask if you understood the meaning of those words and shook your head as an indicator for no
She had to carefully find her words and told you to never speak of those words again and took you back to 682's cell
You went and hugged your dad and told him that you learnt from the doctor that those curse words were bad and neither of you should say them
682 had a headache after that
SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)
I have a hard time thinking that 049 would teach his child to cuss and would avoid swearing in front of them at all cost
Like, he barely swears anyways but he wants to stay classy and sassy for his innocent child
Just like the other day, his kiddo, you, was curious about the whole surgery thingy he does on the dead bodies, so you asked him to teach you and so he did (like the good father we nevah had)
So you learnt some new, yet difficult, words (cuz we all have a nonexistent pea-sized brain) and somehow, you managed to fit in a curse word
This did surprise 049 as he had remembered that he didn't teach you those foul words
He had to give you a talk about using such words and you teared up since you thought that people used them to express their affection to others
Unsurprisingly, 049 took his sweet time looking for the guy who 'taught' you this and wanted to use him as a case study for your future lessons
SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)
Another parent with such an amazing influence on children
035 would teach and enable you to use swearing as a form of expression
So you were free to say whatever you want as long as they aren't directed to our mask here, especially if it's in a negative way
Otherwise, you'd be punished (No not like that! He'll just ground you from your favourite TV show/movie)
The researchers were surprised, not about you swearing, but how you use them through expression
Except for this poor guy who was new to the foundation and bumped into you by accident
This rookie found himself listening to you cursing like a sailor (maybe not that much but more or less on the same level as Samuel L Jackson)
Word got out and everybody laughed at the poor rookie and told him more about your background and how you love to swear (apparently swearing will prolong your life, so you'll basically be immortal here)
035 was impressed by the whole ordeal and rewarded you with more shows to watch whenever you're both free
SCP 105 (Iris)
Iris would accidentally swear in front of you and whenever she realises it, she would tell you to not swear at people since it wasn't very nice
So she would use words to replace the swearing like "oh fudging hell not now" and "no sugar honey ice tea"
The foundation felt that it was slightly unnecessary but went with it anyways
They'd even go as far as saying that it's ridiculous, but who are they to judge?
Iris was your mother and she's a single mum too, so she felt the need to be overly beating but would occasionally let you decide on your own since you were only 12
The foundation members did tell her that you will eventually grow and more of these words will be used but she just hesitates
As a teen, you did begin to use foul words more often and Iris would argue about how you're using them, especially towards her, your own mother
Needless to say, you both felt bad and made up
SCP 106 (Old Man)
Now this old man right here doesn't exactly speak, or at least very rarely
And if he does, he'll most likely be talking to you or the foundation staff if he needed some help finding you
He'll most likely be able to understand what the researchers are saying, even if they aren't speaking English
My own personal hc is that 106 understands English, German, Spanish, French, Chinese, Arabic and Indonesian and probably many others
Every now and again, somebody would come in and teach you new words and give other lessons like maths and poetry (our favourite)
You came back home to tell him all the things you've learnt as he watched you in awe as he braided your hair
You've even used some new phrases, including swear words while talking and 106 was pretty impressed
I feel that he's quite neutral with swear words since words are words and are used as a form of verbal communication
So I don't think they'll be much change in his behaviour to whether you're swearing or not
SCP 096 (Shy Guy)
Now with 096, all he does is scream
So basically, somebody else would have to teach you some words
It's not to say that 096 is a dumb animalistic creature with no soul and just kills people who look at his face
He isn't stupid since he manages to find anyone who looked at his face from the other side of the globe
And he seems to understand what the researchers are saying, or at least on a more intermediate to moderate level
You'll learn about swear words from the other researchers, whether they'll be teaching it to you intentionally or you've overheard them
The foundation could really care less, but would at least prefer that you chill a bit if you got carried away
096 would act all cheery when you learn more new things as it's not like the foundation would let him out anyway, so he'll be living the outside world life from you (How relatable, but more with babysitting and dating, cuz I'm too pretty for anyone to date XD)
Like with 106, I don't think 096 would have any special reaction towards swearing, but would probably be screaming internally for a bit since he knows that it isn't a nice word
Dr Jack bright
This mf right here is one of those parents who would be kind but firm
Bright would most definitely give in to your curiosity and teach you whatever you want to learn but would warn you of the dangers
Depending on what it is, he would even go as far as giving you your own personal guard who would stay with you and train you
And unfortunately, this guard has such a foul mouth, so you're constantly exposed to such words
Luckily for the both of you, Jack Bright doesn't really care about swearing as long as you're not being extremely inappropriate if you were to work
He would even joke around with you sometimes and would even start the conversation with swearing
For instance, he'd just surprise you with a "Yeet his mf outta my sheithole"
And yes, you did laugh at his antics
Some would even say that you're an exact clone of him but more stable (for now)
Well, Bright is an amazing dad, but I'd say just below Dr Glass
Or maybe even on par with him
Like Bright is a goofy dad that has all the terrible dad jokes and Glass would be the type of dad to look out for his kid
Dr Simon Glass
Dr Glass would most definitely avoid using swear words, especially if you were under 15
Even if you were over 15, he'd still avoid swearing unless he wants to make a joke or 2
So most of the time, you'd learn all the swearing from other people and SCPs
Sometimes you would swear by accident and Glass would just look at you, slightly disappointed
I'd say he doesn't exactly care about you swearing per see, but would rather you avoid it
It's cuz Simon is the best dad a dad could ever dad and nobody could prove me wrong here
He's also one of the top best dads compared to the others on the list
He's basically your best friend so he'd let you vent and its the 1 time he'd let you swear to show your emotions
Simon would 100% know your thoughts and behaviour
He's just that good at reading people, especially you - almost to the point where people would say he's an SCP cuz I swear he's just empathic and telepathic
As mentioned before, Glass would be the type of dad to care for your mental health
It's not that the others don't, it's just that Glass is a top their God of Psychology and would come to you before you even know you have depression
He would even crack a joke sometimes
So every so often, he would shout out "LANGUAGE!!!" from across the room before you could even bat an eye and say anything
Dr Alto Clef
Another top tier dad, but swearing addition
Your godfather would literally be Jack Bright
Then it's Kondraki and Glass
He would let you swear on a daily basis and would join you
Sometimes you be looking at your Oppas/Noonas and be like: "Oh fxxk me!" and Clef, who's in the next room, be like: "Yeah, fxxk me too!" (Yes but no sis! No incest pls!)
Other times, you would be in the same room as Clef and Bright and you'd join them in being chaotic
And poor Kondraki  is just there at the back trying to do his work peacefully
One time, Kondraki had to grab a Simon Glass to help stop the chaotic trio
And OML did it end so well
You were easy to manage tbh, with the exception of you swearing
Clef and Bright would most definitely encourage you to swear more
Especially Clef since he does have a twisted sense of humour
Dr Benjamin Kondraki
Kondraki is totally the type of person who would tell their kid to mind their own language
But he secretly doesn't care and his child knows it
His style of parenting is similar to Simon's
And yes, Simon is your #1 godfather/uncle
You'd go to him for emotional support since Kondraki sucks at that
Sometimes you'd swear at him and he'd get mad though
So yeah, running to Glass is a wonderful idea
And we all know that Kondraki doesn't mean what he said
He's just extremely introverted, but he's rather sensible - Usually...
Anyways, he would ask Simon on tips and advice on how to get you to stop swearing so much and he just gave Benjamin a parenting book (Like fr guys, let Glass have some rest, he's tired of babysitting over 100 dozens of pets in the zoo and all the other babies who work in it)
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Day 60: Heart
Harry would never be quite certain of why it happened the way it did. One minute he and Ginny were sitting at dinner and he was listening to her talk about Quidditch practice that afternoon and the next minute the words, “Are you happy, Gin?” were tumbling out of his mouth.
“What?” she asked with a laugh as she flicked her long hair over her shoulder. “Yes, of course I am. We’re shaping up to have a great season and even if we weren’t, I love my job-”
"With me," Harry interrupted. "Are you happy with me?"
She stared at him for a long moment, "What do you mean?"
"It's just-" Harry broke off, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, "I don't know. Do you even like me?"
"Harry," she said softly, reaching across the table and laying her hand over his, "What in Merlin's name has gotten into you? Of course I like you."
"What do you like about me?"
She drew back and tilted her head consideringly at him, "I like that you're..." she trailed off. "I like you, Harry," she said with a huff. "I like that you're kind and that you're a good listener. I like that you want to protect people. I like that you're loyal."
"You're describing a golden retriever, Gin," he said, pushing his glasses up so that he could rub wearily over his eyes.
"Harry-" she started sounding a hint defensive.
"What are we doing?" he asked, letting his glasses drop down so that he could look at the woman he'd been engaged to for almost a year without planning a single thing about their wedding and he wondered how he hadn't seen it before. "We don't even talk to each other."
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“We talk to each other!” she said before casting a stronger muffling charm around their table to stop any prying ears from overhearing.
“About work,” Harry replied. “About quidditch, about hunting down criminals; about playbooks and rule-books. I’m away half the time for cases and you’re away the other half for games.”
"So this is my fault?" she asked, her cheeks flushing telltale red with anger.
“No!” Harry said quickly, resting his hand over Ginny’s. “Godric, no. I’m not-” he paused searching for the words. “I’m not mad, I’m not hurt, I don’t feel like you’ve abandoned me-”
"Well good," she huffed.
"But I should," Harry finished. "And you should!" he hastened to add.
"I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"
He sighed, “I don’t know. Merlin, I don’t know. It’s just we don’t talk, not about the things that matter. And it feels like I live alone when I come home because the house is almost always empty and I’m sure it must feel the same to you. And I love you, Gin, of course I do, but sometimes it feels like there’s supposed to be more.” He shook his head, “Does this make any sense?”
Ginny was quiet for a long moment. “Maybe,” she said, a touch helplessly, “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m not trying to change you or make you change your life. I just,” he swallowed and looked down at the table, picking at the stain his pasta sauce had made on the table cloth with his thumbnail. “Sometimes I feel like we didn’t give ourselves a fair chance.”
"A fair chance at what?" she asked.
“I mean, what choice did we have?” he asked, anger and bitterness welling up within him. “After the war? Everyone just expected us to end up together and you were comfortable and you were safe,” he confessed. “And I couldn’t,” he took a sharp breath, trying to quell the unreasonable panic. “I couldn’t even think, then. I’d felt so alone, so hopeless, and so many people had died. And you,” he shook his head, “You were like coming up for air. We never talked about the war, we never talked about the way we felt, never had to work through grief with words. I buried myself in you and I thought it was enough.”
"We can talk about the war," she said. "If that's what you want, what you need, I can listen."
"It's not that," he said, shaking his head. He sighed, "I'm making a mess aren't I?"
"A bit," she said, her tone teasing, and gentle, and familiar and Harry ached all over.
"Do I make your heart feel like it's going to beat out of your chest, Ginny?"
"Well, when I was younger, I suppose," she said with a shrug. "But that doesn't last, Harry. Not for anyone."
“It did for your mum and dad,” Harry said. “Your dad said something to me last night when we were putting away the dishes after dessert. Your mum had come through, fussing about something or another with one of the grandkids and when she left he said, ‘forty years and she still makes my heart beat a little quicker when she comes into a room.’ And I just-” Harry broke off. “I want that for us, Gin.”
She was quiet for a long moment, "So do I."
Harry looked up at her.
"You're right," she said with a little shrug, "I've been so in love with the idea of you that I've just been filling you in with that."
Harry took her hand, “I’m leaving,” he said softly. “I’m moving out and I’m ending it. I just,” he shakes his head, “I wanted to be a part of your family so badly. Not that I proposed to you to that end or anything, it’s just in reflecting on it that I’ve realized-”
“Oh, Harry,” she said, leaning across the table and hugging him fiercely. “You’re a part of our family whether you marry in or not. Don’t be daft.” She sat back in her seat and wiped her eyes, “Mum loves you as much as any of her other children and definitely more than Percy.”
Harry let out a choked laugh and shook his head.
“Is there someone else?” she asked, then. And somehow she didn’t sound suspicious or mad, just genuinely curious.
“Maybe?” Harry said before shaking his head, “I don’t know. I didn’t let myself imagine it.” He looked up at her, “I would never have cheated on you.”
“I know,” Ginny said matter-of-factly. “I would have hexed your bollocks off and you know it.”
He laughed, "No doubt."
"So who is it?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly, “I think I’m bi,” he blurted, a deep flush warming his cheeks.
Ginny laughed, "Well I've known that for ages."
"You have?"
“Sure,” she said with a shrug. “You aren’t the ogling type but I can tell when you’re subconsciously interested in someone and 60% of the time it’s a bloke.”
“Sure,” she said with a shrug. “You aren’t the ogling type but I can tell when you’re subconsciously interested in someone and 60% of the time it’s a bloke.”
He leaned back in his chair, "How long?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said with a shrug, "third or fourth year, maybe?"
Harry spluttered, choking on his saliva and coughing. “Fourth year?”
“Why?” Ginny asked, “When did you realize?”
"Last week!"
She nodded, "It's because you were raised by muggles."
"What?"
She lifted one shoulder, “Wizards just aren’t as conventional as muggles so people raised by muggles are generally slower on the uptake, and you... well, you’re you, so let’s just be glad you figured it out on your own at all.”
"I wasn't trying to lead you on."
She smiled at him, a soft gentle thing born of familiarity and love. "I know."
"I do love you, you know."
“I love you, too, but maybe not like I should to marry you,” she said wistfully. “It just always seemed like this was where we were supposed to end up. Married, two and a half kids, a house with a big back garden, happily ever after.”
Harry nodded, “I know what you mean. But we deserve more than that, don’t we?” He covered her hand with his, “I want you to be incandescently happy, Gin. I want you to feel that pitter-patter in your heart every time you look at the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. You deserve that”
“You do too, Harry.” She laughed, “Merlin knows that if there is anyone that deserves every happiness in the world, it’s you.” They clinked their glasses together and both drank, “So who is it?”
He shook his head, “No one. And even if it was someone, I’m sure he doesn’t feel the same.”
"It's bloody Malfoy, isn't it?"
"What?" Harry asked, startled, "No. Why would you even-"
“I knew it,” she said, shaking her head fondly. “I knew the minute that you told me that they paired the two of you in the auror department that you were either going to kill each other or end up fucking.”
"We're not fucking!" Harry said, looking around quickly to make sure that no one had heard her, even though the charm was still firmly in place around their table.
"Not yet," she replied with a wicked grin.
"He doesn't even like me."
“Right,” Ginny replied sarcastically before finishing her drink. “Well, I’m off. I have practice in the morning.” She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. “You’re telling mum, by the way.”
“What? Why?” then before she could say anything else he said, “Fine, but you’re telling Ron.”
She made a face, "I think that's worse."
"I know it is," he replied smugly.
"Fine, but I'm telling him you're in love with the ferret, then."
"I'll trade you," he offered.
"Done."
"You're evil."
"I love you, too," she said with a wink.
“I’ll stay at a hotel tonight. I’ll swing by tomorrow to get my stuff, but you should keep the flat. I never really liked it that well anyway.”
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, "Completely."
"You should tell him," she said.
"Not bloody likely."
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And yet, Harry still somehow found himself standing outside of Draco Malfoy's muggle flat, rapping sharply at the door.
Draco appeared a few moments later, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, his long hair braided loosely, the glasses he wore at night (because vision charms gave him a headache by the end of the day) perched on his nose. "Potter," he said in surprise, looking past him and into the hallway, "Did I miss a patronus? Is it work? Is everything-"
"I broke up with Ginny," Harry blurted.
Draco froze, mouth comically open before he seemed to gather himself, "I'm sorry," he said. "Do you want to come in?"
"You make my heart beat faster," Harry said. "You challenge me, and engage me, you make me feel alive. You are the person I look forward to seeing every single day," he confessed. "I want to tell you everything and I want to hear every thought that passes through your head."
"Potter, what," he spluttered.
"What I'm trying to say," Harry said, exhaling roughly, "Is that Ginny is lovely and I love her but not the way I should to marry her," he said, borrowing Ginny's words. "And she agrees with me," he added hastily.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"I'm saying that I'm in love with you," Harry said, "and I'm tired of being too afraid and complacent to do anything about it. And you don't have to feel the sa-"
He was cut off by Draco yanking him in by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him, hard and desperate. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling his body in flush against his own. His heart leapt inside of his ribs, thumping hard enough that he was sure Draco would be able to feel it where their chests were pressed together. He kissed him and kissed him, learning the feel of his mouth and the curl of his body against him.
"I feel the same," Draco whispered eventually after he'd pulled back, when Harry was dizzy with joy (and possibly oxygen deprivation).
"Can I come in?" he asked nuzzling Draco's cheek.
Draco shook his head, "I need to know this is real."
"It's real," Harry said quickly.
"Then prove it, prove that it's not just about you not wanting to be alone, that it isn't just infatuation that will fade." Draco shook his head, "Because I cannot let you into my flat until I know that you will want to stay there forever. I would never get over the heartbreak."
"Okay," Harry said. "I'll prove it to you." He pressed one more kiss to Draco's soft lips, "I'll prove it to you every day until you believe me."
And he did.
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Day 59: Ring | Day 61: Hurt
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petersasteria · 3 years
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Mamma Mia - Harry Holland
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Requested? Sort of lmao. I was dared by @justasmisunderstoodasloki to write something inspired by this tiktok that I sent in our gc. 757 words W: swear words, pregnancy, a Karen BFF!Harry
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Harry was proud to be your best friend. He was extremely proud. He loved you like a sister and he always looked out for you. He was your soulmate because no matter what happens, he would choose to stick by you and you would choose to stick by him. He would do anything for you and you took that to your advantage. After all, he did the same to you.
It was 7PM when you called him. Sam was cooking dinner with Nikki, Dom was working, Paddy was doing homework, and Tom was still asleep from his nap. He was mindlessly scrolling through his phone when it rang. If it were anyone else, he’d just stare at his phone until it stopped ringing, but he saw that it was you who was calling and he immediately answered.
“Hey-”
“H, can you do me a solid favor?”
“Well, hello to you too.” Harry rolled his eyes. “What is it?”
“Okay, don’t tell anyone.” You said, highkey panicking in your room. You were pacing back and forth and Harry could sense it.
“Alright. Tell me.”
“Can you buy me a pregnancy test?” You whispered quietly. Harry quickly sat up in his bed in shock. He was quiet for a while until you said a desperate ‘say something’ and he snapped out of it.
“Okay, um, I’ll come over soon. Give me, like, 20 minutes.” Harry said, getting up from bed as he looked for his jeans. “Who’s the dad?”
“I actually don’t know.”
Harry stopped in his tracks and loudly asked, “You DON’T KNOW?!?! What the bloody hell do you mean? What do you mean you don’t know?!”
“There’s, like, 3 different guys.” You mumbled and Harry’s eyes went wide. He truly didn’t know what to say.
“This is some Mamma Mia shit and honestly, that’s all I can say right now” Harry said before changing into his jeans. “Alright, I’m leaving now. What else do you need?”
“My favorite ice cream, please.” You said.
Harry groaned, “That shit’s expensive!”
“I’ll pay you back, calm down!” You told him.
“Fine. See you in 20.” Harry said before hanging up. He sighed, wore his hoodie, grabbed his keys and wallet before jogging down the stairs.
“Mum, I’m going out for a bit.” Harry announced, walking straight to the door.
“Where are you going?” Nikki asked, emerging from the kitchen. She was wiping the cooling rack in her hands with a clean towel.
“Oh, I’m just going to get some boba. D’you want any?” Harry asked, playing it cool and surprisingly, he was doing a very good job. Nikki smiled at him and shook her head.
“No, thank you.” She said, “Drive safely.”
Harry thanked her and off he went. Harry had never driven so fast in his life and like you, he was also panicking. To calm down, he actually did buy boba. In fact, his favorite boba place was having a promo; “buy 1, get 1 FREE”. He bought 3. Now, he has 6 bobas and took a sip of his drink while driving to the store near your parents’ house.
He quickly looked for a pregnancy test and grabbed the first one he saw. He knew that the store was selling your favorite ice cream and he bought that too.
Paying was awkward because the old cashier lady thought the pregnancy test was for his girlfriend or something and she began to lecture him about not being careful and that ‘kids these days have sex all the time, but can’t spare one hour for the Lord’. Needless to say, he didn’t want to show himself in that store ever again.
When he got in his car, he put everything on the passenger seat and took out his phone to text you.
Harry I’m on my way now
You Thanks, H :(( x
He read your reply and muttered, “The shit I do for you, Y/N. I swear to god.” He shook his head and put his phone on the passenger seat. Harry puts his seatbelt on and said to himself, “Bitch better not me fucking pregnant.”
He started his car and started praying before driving off, “God, I know I don’t pray and I certainly know that I don’t go to church anymore and I’m sorry about that. I don’t ask for much, but if you’re listening, please help my best friend. I’m usually excited to hear her hoe stories because they’re actually fun to listen to, but oh my days, please don’t give her a baby. Amen.”
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a little teen AU thing based on a writing prompt I came across this morning
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“Well guess what dad, I’m bisexual! I like girls and boys!” Robert yelled and stalked out of the kitchen. He’d wanted to go up to his room but when he saw Andy coming down the stairs he changed direction and ran out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.
He started running, wanting to get as far away from the house and his father as possible. He hadn’t meant to come out, and definitely not like this, but it had just slipped out and now his biggest secret was out in the open.
He ended up on the foot bridge just outside the village and sat down, slipping his legs through the spaces in the guard rail and staring out over the water. He thought about going to his mum’s in Hotten but he didn’t have any money on him and he definitely didn’t want to go back home any time soon.
Instead he just sat there, staring at the family of ducks in the river under his feet and occasionally rubbing at his eyes. The last thing he wanted was for his dad, or worse, Andy, to know he’d been crying.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer and when he looked up he saw Aaron Dingle coming closer. He was one of Vic’s friends and a few years younger than Robert himself, but that didn’t stop him from liking him. Like that.
When Vic had told him a while ago Aaron had come out as gay it had taken every bit of restraint from Robert not to do a happy dance right then and there. It had also given him the courage to tell his sister he was bi.
“Hey.” Aaron said and sat down next to him.
“Hey.” Robert replied, not looking away from the ducks. “I don’t know why you’re here but I want to be on my own.”
“Me too.” Aaron told him. “We can be alone together.”
Robert frowned and turned to look at him.
“How can you be alone together?”
Aaron shrugged.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to go home and I don’t want to move, so I guess we’re about to find out.”
They sat in silence for a while, staring at the water, until Robert spoke up.
“So why are you out here?”
“Another fight with my mum.” Aaron leaned back on his hands. “School called again to tell her I’ve been skiving.”
“Ouch.”
“Hmm.” Aaron nodded. “She threatened to send me back to my dad... I told her I’d rather die... and took off. What about you?”
“Same... Fight with my dad. I should focus on my school work and work on the farm like Andy...” Robert rolled his eyes. “If I just stop being me, and become a second Andy, my dad will be happy and proud of me.”
“Well that sounds incredibly boring. I really don’t think the world needs another Andy.”
“Yeah, well, try telling that to my dad.” Robert rubbed at his eyes again. “He’ll be even more convinced Andy is the good kid after today.”
“Why?”
Robert bit his lip.
“I... kind of accidentally came out to him.”
“How do you accidentally come out?”
“I sort of shouted at him that I’m bi... and just... ran”
“That’s... well I shouldn’t say anything. I hid in my bedroom for three days after I came out to my mum until my uncle Cain came to talk to me.”
“I wish I had someone to talk to... but my dad hates me because I’m not Andy... and my mum is miles away.”
“You’ve got me.”
Robert looked up at that.
“What?”
“I know I’m your sister’s friend and all... but if you want to talk... I’ll listen.” Aaron promised.
“Thanks.” Robert said eventually and ducked his head. “I’m not even sure what to talk about... I’m a mess.”
Aaron bumped his shoulder against Robert’s.
‘Don’t worry, so am I.”
Robert looked up and smiled.
“I’m in good company then.” He felt himself relax more with every minute. The two of them were in this little bubble hidden away from reality as long as they stayed right there on the bridge.
“I’m glad you think so.” Aaron replied and the two boys stared at each other for what felt like hours.
They moved closer together and all Robert could think of was how easy it would be to lean in even further and kiss Aaron. To just kiss a boy he liked and not worry about the rest of the world.
“Hey, you’ve got an eyelash on the side of your nose.” Aaron said suddenly, wiping at his own face to show Robert where it was.
Robert awkwardly brushed a hand over his face and hoped it wasn’t too red.
“Did I get it?”
Aaron laughed a little.
“No. Other side.”
“Oh...” Robert brushed the other side of his face. “Gone?”
Aaron shook his head.
“Can I?” he asked and Robert nodded. He carefully brushed a hand over Robert’s face, starting at his nose and slowly moving his fingers to his cheekbone and down his jaw.
“Did you get it?”
Aaron held his hand up in front of Robert’s face, an eyelash balanced on his finger.
“Got it. Make a wish.”
Robert looked back and forth between the eyelash on Aaron’s finger and his face to see if he was joking or playing some kind of prank on him. There was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips but he seemed genuine and Robert decided to risk it.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds before carefully grabbing Aaron’s wrist and blowing away the eyelash.
“What did you wish for?” Aaron asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Robert didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Aaron’s lips. It was just a quick brush of lips but Robert felt like he was on cloud nine.
Aaron smiled.
“That’s a nice wish.” he said and leaned back in and pulled Robert in for a proper kiss.
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felixs-hell-scape · 3 years
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Is Pride Month❤💙💚💛💜😃
You know what that means?🙂
SHARE YOUR HEADCANONS FOR GAY LITTLE CATO AND TRANS/BISEXUAL AVOCATO AND OTHERS NOW!!! 🔫😃
Please?😁
I already made a post about this, but I’m taking this as permission to talk more.
Gary (Bisexual/female preference Trans man)
When Gary sees John Goodspeed (Episode 8 of Season 1), John says the line; “I never would have seen the MAN you would have grown up to be.” John emphasises the man part.
When Gary was about 5 or 6 years old, he went up to his dad and told him that he doesn’t like being a girl. From that day forward, John referred to his child as his son and called him Gary.
Gary never learned much about sexualities or gender identity. He just knew he was a man and that he liked both men and women. (Until he got put on the ship with HUE for five years and got to have in-depth conversations about it).
Avocato (Bisexual/male preference cisgender man)
Because of all the war on Ventreixan, Avocato never really had time to sit down and question his sexuality.
Once Avocato was demoted from general and started as a bounty hunter, he had more of an opportunity to start figuring himself out.
Avocato raised Little Cato in a very positive LGBTQ+ household. Avocato thought he raised his son like that because he wanted his son to be respectful, but all along it was because he was Bi and didn’t want his son to hate him for it.
Little Cato (Non-binary or Gender Non conforming Pansexual)
Little Cato came out to Avocato in the most awkward way possible. Something like; “Well, I like every gender but I don’t like gender. I mean, I could date and love someone no matter their gender, but I don’t like gender for myself.” Avocato would have been so damn confused.
Little Cato radiates such ‘Fxck your social construct!’ energy.
I can imagine someone trying to pick of Little Cato by saying he’s gay and his response would be: “I’m pan, so that means I’ll screw you, your mum and your dad.”
Quinn (Heterosexual Trans woman)
Quinn’s mother and sister seemed to have some despise toward her so my guess is that (despite them ultimately being accepting) there is a little bit of transphobia there
Imagine: Quinn and Gary are having some alone time. They turn to each other and say in time “I have something I need to tell you.” Gary insists that Quinn goes first. She nervously says that she is trans and Gary can’t help but laugh. She’s mad for a moment before he finally calms down and says “That’s what I was going to tell you!”
Quinn prides herself on being a strong, independent who can kicks ass and takes names.
Tribore (heterosexual?)
Its canon that man’s only loves himself so this is complicated
He is a massive ally to all genders and sexualities
Likes woman when he is a man likes men when he is a woman.
Fox (Aromantic Asexual)
Fox loves all life in the universe. He thinks that all life is precious and should be protected. But that doesn’t mean he ever wants to be in a relationship.
The only love Fox has ever felt has been platonic love and the sibling love he has for his sister.
Fox has a crisis about what he’s attracted every like six months
Ash (She/They Lesbian)
She was into Little Cato for a while but slowly came to the realisation that she’s a lesbian.
Fox is her biggest supporter. But maybe a little too supportive? Like, Ash’s eyes linger on a woman for a little bit too long and Fox offers to ask the girl out for Ash.
Ash had always struggled with things like her gender identity. Fox and Little Cato noticed this and sat down with her one day (with HUE) to start figuring out pronouns.
Clarence (Pansexual)
Dude, it’s canon that this man would screw anything.
Because of Clarence’s own sexuality, he was very accepting of Ash when she came out. But he doesn’t quite understand Fox’s sexuality.
I don’t believe Clarence would have ever labelled himself (he’d also have no clue what pansexual is). He just likes what he likes.
Sherly (Heterosexual, biromantic)
She strikes me as the sort of person who would have had a lesbian relationship in college or high school.
While ultimately be heterosexual, she would be fine with having a relationship with a woman (she’d just never get into bed with them).
Sherly and Gary bond over being bi.
Lord Commander (Super Straight)
Only assholes identify as super straight
Super straight joke aside, he strikes me as an asexual homoromantic being who only gets a hard-on for power.
Jack definitely had a crush on John. Can’t change my mind on that.
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mea-laetitia · 4 years
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Hii can I request Harry getting dating advice from James and Lily or/and Remus and Sirius? For dating Draco. Only if you like the prompt of course♥️ No pressure at all!
sorry this took some time to get out, but I hope you like it!
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pairing: wolfstar, drarry, and jily
CW: mild language + the teensiest bit of suggestiveness. 
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the giving of “advice”
Harry stood behind the door and listened to his family’s conversation, waiting for the perfect opportunity to enter the room. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to talk to them, after all he had already come out to them, there wasn’t really much else to hide from them. Other than his whopping feelings for someone his family only know as Harry’s ex enemy, Draco Malfoy.
That was the thing. Harry wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to talk about blokes now just because they knew he liked them. Was it taboo to ask for advice about boys? Surely not, since he knows for a fact that all his other friends go to their parents for advice about girls.
He was thankful for once that Remus wasn’t in there with him. Harry knew if he was there he would be able to sniff out almost instantly what his problem was. The man had always been great at reading between the lines, but for once Harry didn’t want him to say it for him. That was all well and good when it came to several other uncomfortable conversations he had had in the past, but this was different.
So before he could chicken out he pushed open the doors with a flourish, and stepped into the cosy living room. Three heads turned to him at once, and three smiles instantly bloomed on their faces. His mum and dad sat together, holding hands in an embarrassing display of affection, and across from them on the armchair sat his godfather Sirius.
“Harry m’boy!” James said warmly, shuffling over on the couch to make room for him.
“Hi.” Harry replied, his nerves making his voice shake slightly.
Well, now that he was here there was no point stewing in his nerves. He might as well just get straight to it.
He cleared his throat and crossed his legs, fiddling with a loose thread on the cushions. “Listen there’s something I wanted to talk to you guys about, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course we don’t.” His mother smiled reassuringly, and he felt slightly better.
He nodded, more to himself really, staring at his lap. “I need some advice.”
And before he could even begin to muster the courage to start his spiel Sirius was beaming like a mad-man and shouting something about how it was ‘finally happening’ and turning to Harry with somehow the most serious and yet relaxed expression and asking if he could get Remus because he was ‘oh so good at giving advice’ and Harry was nodding, bewildered, and they were all ignoring mutterings from James about ‘hijacking my son’s moment’ and then a confused looking Remus was summoned and sat down on the leg of Sirius’ armchair and it took a total of three minutes to get Sirius to calm down from excitement and finally the room went quiet again and the adults stared at Harry expectantly.
Harry let out an anxious breath.
“Well, as you all know I’m bi.” He started shakily, and Sirius opened his mouth to interject, no doubt excitedly, again, but Remus shook his head and he was silenced. “And well… you see the thing is…I…”
Oh Merlin he couldn’t even get it out. He was floundering big time and if he didn’t get it out soon it would be even more awkward.
But then his mother interjected, leaning forward to pat his leg. “You like someone don’t you?”
Harry flushed pink but nodded.
“Is it anyone we know?” James asked, and Harry nodded, feeling his nerves slowly dissipate.  
They were staring at him expectantly still. At this point it was only him who could say; there was no way they would guess it, even Remus would struggle.
“Before I tell you though you have to promise not to laugh, or say anything mean about him.”
They all nodded, though Remus was squinting at him suspiciously.
Perhaps Harry had underestimated his ability to pick up unspoken words. But it didn’t matter, because it was to be out in seconds anyway.
“It’s Draco.” He finally admitted, and felt the weight of this confession drop off his shoulders almost immediately.
“Malfoy.” He added last minute, in case they forgot the last name of his former enemy and now it seemed, crush. “I hope that’s okay.”
Remus was nodding like he expected it. “That makes sense, enemies to lovers and all.”
Sirius hit him lightly, but he was smiling like there was a shared joke between them. “Not everything’s a fucking romance novel Moony.”
“Language!” Lily scolded, though she didn’t seem to care. She turned to Harry. “And of course we don’t mind Harry, as long as you’re happy.”
Harry let out a sigh of relief, but his father still hadn’t said anything. He was staring into the fire thoughtfully.
Then he finally spoke. “I’m assuming the rivalry is completely over now then? Neither of you are bullying each other no more?”
Harry scoffed lightly. “We didn’t bully each other we were enemies, there’s a difference.”
But a knowing glance from his father said he knew otherwise. “You were certainly very cruel to one another, and just because you like the boy romantically now doesn’t change the past. I want to know that he’s definitely got the memo you aren’t rivals.”
At this Harry nodded eagerly. “Oh definitely, we haven’t argued in months. In fact, I might go as far as to say we’re sort of friends. Well…actually that’s what I wanted some advice about.”
“Fire away.” His father said, seemingly comfortable with his son’s word.
Harry nibbled his lip slightly. Now that the hard bit was out of the way he was able to focus on the actual matter at hand; why Draco had been acting so damn strange lately.
“Well the thing is…we’re kind of friends right now. But ever since I realized that I like him, er, like that, he’s kind of been jumpy around me, like he can’t meet my gaze anymore. I don’t know if maybe he knows I like him for some reason, or if he found out I like blokes and he hates me now. What if he likes blokes himself and he’s uncomfortable being around another bloke who does because he thinks I’ll try to...I don’t know, kiss him or something?”
At the end of this confession Harry was out of breath and both Remus and Sirius were laughing lightly, shooting each other yet another knowing glance, like they had another inside joke. But Harry didn’t see how that could be possible when they were only just learning about all this.
“What is it?” He asked accusingly, feeling his cheeks flush again.
Sirius stopped laughing and whacked Remus’ thigh again to get him to stop too. He grinned at Harry and leant back in his chair in utter nonchalance. “Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry my sweet sweet godchild. You are a fool, boy.”
Harry gaped indignantly. “What? No I’m not!”
Remus reached forward to ruffle his already unruly hair, laughing again. “Yes you are.”
“Listen Harry I know repressed gay when I see it.” Sirius said. “And Draco Malfoy positively REEKS of it.”
“It’s true.” Remus nodded solemnly. “Sirius here didn’t spend years pining over me to ignore the signs. Ow!”
Sirius whacked him again but to Harry’s surprise his face grew slightly red as well. “What can I say, I’m an expert.”
“So…you think Draco’s gay too?” Harry gulped nervously, as if their answer would be the ultimate confirmation.
Remus shook his head. “Not only is he into boys Harry, but he’s very clearly into you.”
And Harry didn’t know what to say to this. He stared around the room at the adults who all seemed to agree with Remus. They were amused, though not taunting him. His mother smiled at him softly. “Harry it seems you’re almost as oblivious as your father was.”
“Excuse me?” James intervened, looking down at his wife with a feigned expression of indignance.
Lily rolled her eyes. “For so many years absolutely positive I would agree to go out with you you were a little too blind to my advances when I finally started tolerating you.”
“Only because I was shocked a woman of your caliber could actually like me.”
“ANYWAY can we please get back to my own love life please.” Harry grimaced as his parents shared a kiss.
“God, yes please.” Sirius faked a gag, and dodged a pillow thrown at him by James.
“Yes, it’s a little to heterosexual in here for my liking.” Remus commented, and then proceeded to snog the living shit out of Sirius, falling off the arm of the chair and into his husband’s lap.
Harry groaned and shoved his face into the couch, blocking out the blatant PDA that surrounded him. “STOP IT OH MY GOD!”
The couples begrudgingly detached themselves, chuckling lightly and Harry felt James pat his back. “‘Safe to come out now son.”
Harry groaned at the inadvertent gay joke and turned back around, grimacing at their amused gazes. “Starting to wish I never asked for advice in the first place.” He grumbled.
“Don’t be silly Harry, we’re only teasing.” Remus smiled.
“Alright you want advice? Here you go:” Sirius leaned forward, capturing his godson’s attention. “When you’re back from Christmas break, go up to Draco…and then fuc-“
“NO!” Remus and Lily shouted, and Lily shot a dark glare at Sirius.
“Here’s some real advice.” James started. “Just approach him when you go back, and tell him how you feel. Seriously. It’s not as daunting as it seems. I only told you mother I was in love with her about ten times week. And worst case scenario he doesn’t like you…if you persist he surely will soon.”
“He speaks from experience.” Lily said fondly.
“And if that doesn’t work my plan works too.” Sirius added.
“Worked on me.” Remus muttered and Sirius whacked him for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
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freddieslater · 3 years
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Ginny Weasley and Landon Kirby!!
So this is nearly like a month late! And I am so sorry for that!! I got very distracted, wrote half of this, then left it for like two weeks, so you have my sincerest apologies! But I hope you enjoy this!! ❤️
Ginny Weasley:
• Headcanon for their sexuality — Oh, she has the biggest bi energy out here. She probably figured it out really casually as well, like, she realized she had a bit of a crush on Tonks and was like, "Oh.”
• Have they come out? If so, how — She came out to Bill first, because she remembers him telling her about the boy he fancied when he was in fourth year, and she trusts he’ll be kind, so she waits until he’s visiting and slips it into conversation when they’re alone in the garden. Then she casually tells Luna while they’re reading a book that mentions this queer witch from centuries ago. Then comes the rest of her family, little by little. When it came to the media finding out after the war had settled however, now, that was a far more dramatic and hilarious story; the rumours flew around faster than her supposed secret lovers from her team! She definitely played them up and let people speculate for months, finding the whole thing downright ridiculous but at least entertaining.
• How their friends/family took their coming out:
Bill is as supportive as she expected. He smiles this knowing smile and hugs her, then they’re back to de-gnoming. “I’m happy you trust me.”
Ron is the second sibling she tells, because even though he can be a bit dense, she listened to him gush for hours about Krum, Harry, and his favourite Chudley Cannons player. He stares for a minute like he doesn’t quite know what she means, then he’s making her promise not to date any of the Gryffindor girls in his year because “Dean was one thing, alright, but if you and Lavender—“
George blinked for one second of surprise when she casually mentioned that she was thinking of asking Katie on a date to Hogsmeade, and if he thought she’d say yes, then he shrugged and told her she has a good chance. When she caught his eye, he shot her a soft smile. “If any of my other teammates catch your eye, let me know and I’ll see if they’re interested.”
Arthur was so understanding and supportive that she cried. They were talking, and she couldn’t keep it in anymore, and she just told him. He nodded, shifted closer in his chair as she rambled a bit to try and explain what she meant. When she wouldn’t look at him, he gently took her hand, and she lifted her eyes to meet his and he was smiling. She just started crying and he hugged her until she calmed down. “Thank you for telling me. I’m happy that you’re being who you are, and I will always love you for that.”
Fred grinned like it’s the best thing he’s heard all year when she told him about her date with Katie. He congratulated her, hooking an arm around her shoulders, and proceeded to ask many questions — mostly about her date. “Mum’s gonna accuse the two of us trying to end our lineage.”
She gave Fred and George full permission to tell Percy, because she honestly wasn’t sure about doing it herself. They do it in some really obvious but attempting to be subtle way, when Ginny isn’t there. He doesn’t react then, but he comes to find her later in her room, and he sits down with her. He tells her that it doesn’t matter to him, and he’s sorry that she didn’t think she could tell him. She assures him she was just nervous and he understands. “I will always protect you. Even when you don’t need me.”
Charlie was delighted. She told him in a letter because she wasn’t sure when she’d see him but what he wrote back was nothing but love and support, and he actually came out to her at the same time, and promised to talk properly in person next time he visits. “If you need someone to talk to in the mean time, I’d recommend Tonks, she’s brilliant.”
Molly was the one she was most scared to tell. That’s why she waited so long before finally telling her while they were getting dinner ready. She stared at her back, waiting for her to respond while she dried a plate to set it on the table. When her mum turned to face her, she was wearing a small smile, and said, “Okay,” then handed her another plate and continued with the dishes. Ginny didn’t know what to make of it. Dinner was quiet. It wasn’t mentioned again, and Ginny decided that her mum tolerating her future relationships like she tolerates Bill’s marriage and Charlie’s lack of one was probably the best she was going to get.
As for her friends; she told Luna over a discussion about a queer witch from centuries ago, and Luna had smiled, chin in her hand, and said she was happy to have a friend who shared how she felt. Harry had sat in silence for a moment long enough for her to worry, then quietly asked, “If you’re allowed to feel like that in the wizarding world, does that mean... guys are allowed to feel that way about about other guys?” And she had indeed gone to Tonks once or twice, who was as delighted as Charlie, practically bouncing, and promised to be like a big sister if she needed her for anything.
• Do they go to pride? If so, with whom? — Ginny discovers that Pride is a thing through Tonks, who excitedly tells her everything about it at an Order meeting. She asks if Tonks will take her, which is the height of honour to her. Ginny casually mentions it to Fred and George in the passing, and they ask to tag-along. Bill trusts Tonks, but he still comes along. Just in case; those four out in the Muggle world is a recipe for disaster. She manages to convince Harry to join, too, so of course Ron’s there, and Luna was already planning to go with her dad anyway so they meet up.
• Do they show their colours? (Flag-wise) — After coming out to everyone she cares about, Ginny is happily confident in letting everyone else know. She wears the bi colours to Pride, and she got a few badges there courtesy of George that she has pinned somewhere on her outfits nearly all of the time around Hogwarts.
And now Landon Kirby!
• Headcanon for their sexuality — I just get very strong ace vibes? And possibly bi. It just makes Sense to me.
• Have they come out? If so, how — He told Rafael before anyone else. Just sorta blurted it out to him in their room after many, many days of overthinking how he’d say it. Telling Hope and Josie was then easier, as they were preparing one of their movie nights.
• How their friends/family took their coming out:
Rafael was the most supportive person in Landon’s life about everything, so this was no different. He picked up on Landon’s anxiety while telling him and approached his response with great comfort, assuring him that it changed nothing, he loves him unconditionally, and he would be right there by his side to stand up to anyone who said one word about it. His response actually made it easier for Landon to be more confident in accepting who he is.
Hope reacted in a similar way. She saw how nervous he was and told him that it didn’t make her feel any differently about him. He was a little more worried about telling her he was ace, but she smiled and hugged him, promised that they would never do anything he didn’t want to and she was okay with that.
Telling Josie didn’t feel as daunting; after all, he knew how open she was about her own sexuality, so easing it into a conversation made him less anxious about how she’d react. Sure enough, she gave him a soft, knowing smile behind the wide eyes, and they were joking about it within two minutes.
Lizzie was downright delighted. She claimed that she picked up on the “vibes” from him right from the beginning but couldn’t be sure, so she was just waiting to see if he ever said anything. He of course rolled his eyes at that, but he was grinning as she plunged into a seemingly endless well of questions — mostly about if they had the same taste in people, because they have Hope in common, so she wanted to see if it stretched to her two-week crush on Jed, or her infatuation with Sebastian. They got into a whole debate over Star Wars characters.
Kaleb honestly thought that Landon was already out, so that was more of a surprise to him. He swears hands-down that they had flirted a couple times, so he just assumed! It was a funny moment.
MG was bright smiles and literally just a ball of supportive sunshine. But actually, while talking about it, Landon kinda helped MG realize that he may not be too straight either. It was a nice, very insightful conversation that helped both of them.
Wade could not be happier. He had already come out to Landon a few months before during a D&D game— something that had given Landon a little push — and he’s so glad that Landon trusts him and sees him as someone important enough to share this part of him with. He, of course, also told him while they were playing D&D; he slipped it into his character’s story.
• Do they go to Pride? If so, with whom — Landon doesn’t really know what Pride actually is until he joins the Salvatore School, and after he comes out, Josie gives him a better idea. Mystic Falls hosts Pride every year (it’s a new tradition, really, but the town’s trying to pretend it’s always been so progressive), and so she invites him along. He’s unsure since crowds aren’t really his thing, but Lizzie is insistent (she admits she just wants to see if she can find the love of her life and maybe someone for him if he’s willing), and Hope says she’s going too, and after Wade, Kaleb, and MG invite him as well, it’s hard to say no.
He goes with them all and actually… it’s pretty cool. It’s the most colourful he’s ever seen the town, that’s for sure. And it’s fun!
• Do they show their colours? (Flag-wise) — He’s proud to be himself, obviously, but at the same time, he’s still more comfortable with keeping it quiet from anyone outside of his close friends, so he doesn’t tend to display either of his flags colours too often. He does make an exception for the second time he goes to Pride, though.
So, this was long. I don’t know whether to apologize for that for or not but again, I hope you enjoy some of these headcanons! I had the most fun with the reactions from the rest of the Weasley’s!
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adenei · 3 years
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Could you please write something about Hugo coming out as gay/bi (you pick) to his parents and him being really nervous, even though Ron and Hermione love and support him for exactly who he is?
Thanks.
P.S I love your writing so much and you are amazing!!! Here are some virtual cookies:🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
Hello there @knightandbooks Thank you for your kind words and the virtual cookies! I’m sending some back to you because you’re awesome, too! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪 Hope you enjoy my take on Hugo coming out <3
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Hugo was pacing in his bedroom, walking through what he was going to say for the millionth time. This shouldn’t be that hard. Al had already come out to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Would his parents really be that surprised? 
“Hugo, stop worrying so much about it,” Rose was sitting on his bed, watching him burn a trail in the carpet. 
“That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have life altering news to share with them,” he shot back at her.
“You don’t have to tell them, you know. It’s not like there’s a deadline where you have to say, “Hey, Mum, Dad, I’m bi. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.”
“No, too many of our cousins already know, and I don’t want word getting back to them that wasn’t directly from me. I have to tell them.”
Hermione had poked her head in the room, hearing the last part of what Hugo had said. “Tell who what?” 
Rose hopped off the bed, whispering “Good luck” towards Hugo and said, “I’ll be in my room.”
“Thanks for the support, sis,” Hugo said sarcastically as he felt his entire face flush. He could thank his dad for that lovely trait.
“Is everything okay, Hugo?” Hermione looked at her son with worry.
“Er, yeah, just wanted to talk to you and Dad about something. Can you go get him?” Hugo asked her. 
Hermione left the room briefly to get Ron, and was back sooner than Hugo had hoped. Everything he’d thought of saying seemed to have disappeared from his brain as he saw them both come back. “You’d better sit down,” Hugo muttered. Should I really have asked them to come into my room? What if this doesn’t go well? Where am I supposed to go? They’re here. He supposed he could always invade Rose’s room, or floo to Uncle Harry’s if he was that desperate.
“What’s going on, Hugh?” Ron asked him, using the nickname Hugo had become so familiar with as a term of endearment from his father.
“It’s- er, well- I-” Hugo stuttered.
“Honey, it’s okay, you can tell us anything,” Hermione coaxed him. He was fifteen and his mum still called him things like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’..any other teenager would be mortified, but Hugo was too preoccupied to care.
“Well, you know- you know how Al is dating Scorpius?” Hugo asked tentatively. They both nodded. “Okay, so I- er, it’s sort of like-” he tried to continue.
“Hugh, if you prefer men over women too, we’re not going to hold that against you or anything. You can like and be with whoever you want,” Ron was picking up on his son’s hesitation. He did his best to guess what was going on so Hugo could be spared from having to say it. 
“Er, well it’s not totally like tha- wait, really?” Hugo looked up at them in surprise.
“Of course, Hugo! You didn’t honestly think we could love you less for something like that, did you?” Hermione questioned.
“Well, I didn’t- not exactly-” Hugo stuttered. He was kind of surprised how cool his parents were being about this. He always thought Harry and Ginny were the cool ones.
“It’s not like you’re interested in a Slytherin, now that I would have an issue with,” his dad said with a smirk.
“Ronald, don’t say that! You don’t know if he’s seeing someone!”
“I’m not seeing anyone. And honestly, Dad, you said yourself that Scorp isn’t that bad, and he’s not! You’ve seriously got to get past your beef with Mr. Malfoy. And besides, I don’t just like guys, I do like girls, too. I’m bi.”
“Well, that’s wonderful, sweetheart! You know we’ll support you no matter who you choose! Slytherin or not,” Hermione glared at her husband.
“All kidding aside, your Mum’s right, we love you no matter what, Hugo, and we’re proud of you for telling us,” Ron agreed.
“Thanks, Dad, Mum,” Hugo walked over to hug them both. 
“Rose, I know you’re out there listening, you can come in, you know.” Hugo rolled his eyes.
“I was just offering moral support!” Rose tried to reason as she guiltily walked back into the room.
“Moral support would have been not scampering off when Mum came in to begin with,” Hugo rolled his eyes.
“Told you you had nothing to worry about,” Rose countered.
“How is it that you’re seventeen and fifteen, yet still argue like you’re seven and five?” Ron asked, bewildered.
“Can we go get some ice cream?” Rose asked. She’d always had a sweet tooth like her father, figured she could capitalize on this moment with Hugo as a reason for celebration.
“Ooh, yes, good idea! Can we? I love that shop down in the town square,” Hugo said, happy for his sister’s suggestion.
“I don’t see why not,” their Mum said.
Dad, of course, agreed without a second thought. “You sure there isn’t anyone you want to invite along, Hugh?” 
Hugo rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dad, I promise I’ll tell you both if and when there is someone. But I promise there isn’t. Just wanted to tell you before someone else did.” 
The look his parents shared as they stood up wasn’t lost on him. “Wait...don’t tell me you already knew!” Hugo smacked his hand to his forehead. “I should have known.”
“Hugo, in a family as big as this one, we hear things. But even if we hadn’t, it wouldn’t have changed our opinions on the matter,” his Mum reassured him.
“Now, let’s go get ice cream, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll tell you who we heard it from,” his Dad said as he laughed.
“Ronald!” Hermione scolded. But Hugo didn’t care in the slightest. It was a big thing he’d been able to get off his chest, and now he could sleep easier knowing his parents knew, and supported him either way.
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supercalvin · 4 years
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😔👬☺️
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Arthur smiled, hoping it came off as polite and genuine instead of forced. He had been told several times (often by his caring but out-spoken boyfriend) that he when he was uncomfortable he looked like someone was pointing a knife into his back and telling him to smile.
So Arthur prayed he had figured out how to control his face because he really wanted to leave a good impression on Merlin’s mum. He had never met any of his friend’s parents besides Leon’s, and he had never dreamed he would be able to meet his boyfriend’s parents. It was hard to comprehend when he knew how Uther would react if he knew about Arthur’s sexuality.
Now he was barely a minute into meeting Hunith and he felt like he had already messed it up.
“Did I get it right?” Hunith asked, her smile falling just a hair. “Merlin, you told me he was bi.”
“He is,” Merlin said, nudging Arthur with an elbow. “He’s just not used to gifts, mum.”
“Yes, thank you. It’s perfect,” Arthur said, his thumbs nervously running over the bisexual pride flag embossed on the mug. He hadn’t expected a gift when he came to visit Merlin’s mum.
“She always does this,” Merlin said with a smile, pressing a kiss to his mum’s hair. He was well over a head taller than her, and it made Arthur’s heart seize in his chest watching them. “She likes to get my friends pride things. Half of my rainbow things come from her.”
“It’s just a bit of fun, Merlin. Stop teasing,” She smacked him and pulled him into the house. “Come on, take your coat off.”
“I’ll go put this in the boot,” Arthur said, desperate to get a breath before going inside the house.
Arthur heard Hunith whisper to Merlin, “Everything alright?”
Then Merlin’s soft and gentle voice (too soft and too gentle, like Arthur would break), “It was a long drive.”
But Arthur knew what he meant. That Arthur was a disaster with parents. That the few seconds he had seen of Hunith, he already knew she was nothing like Uther. That Arthur could never imagine a universe in which Uther gave him a mug with the bi pride flag on it.
Arthur opened the back of his car, wondering how long he could linger there without being suspicious. It didn’t matter because less than a minute later he heard the click of the front door. Merlin come out to check on him.
“Ugh,” Arthur thudded his head against the lid of the boot, “I’m fine. I just give me a minute, Merlin.”
“Not Merlin.”
Arthur whirled around to find Hunith standing there with a pot of tea, as if that were normal thing to do in one’s front garden.
“Hunith!”
“Come now, it’d be a shame to let it sit unused.” Hunith reached out for the bi-pride mug and before Arthur knew it, she was pouring him a warm cup of tea. He awkwardly cradled the mug close to his chest.
“Merlin told me your Dad isn’t too supportive.”
“Understatement,” Arthur said with a little huff of laughter.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hunith said. “Does he know?”
Arthur shook his head. “I can’t…”
“You don’t have to, love.” Hunith said with a reassuring voice.
“I do like the mug,” Arthur said after an awkward pause, “I don’t have anything pride related.”
“I’m sure I will change the more you stick around.”
The implication that she felt he would be a frequent visitor in his house made his stomach flip. His relationship with Merlin wasn’t new, over a year now, but he still sometimes felt like he was stumbling in the dark.
“Did Merlin send you out here?” Arthur asked as he sipped his tea.
“No, begged me not to, actually.” Hunith said with the glee only a parent who loved to tease their child could have. “But I’m sure he’s fogging up my windows, pressing his face to the glass. So we best get inside.”
Arthur nodded as he closed his boot, “Best not the leave him on his own for too long.”
“My god. Isn’t that true,” Hunith said, slipping a hand into the crook of Arthur’s elbow and leading him inside.
Arthur felt a little part of him was lighter.
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Another Janto AU idea I’ll probably never write
Okay, this one’s a bit weird. TRUST ME THOUGH, I WON’T LET YOU DOWN!
(Warning: there is no underage, I swear. In case it looks like that’s where I’m heading, I promise I’m not.)
I’ve been thinking about the Jack&Owen father/son dynamic and the Owen&Ianto brothers dynamic and.
No-aliens Modern day AU where a young Jack marries Owen’s mum after a short and tumultuous love affair when Owen’s a kid. The marriage doesn’t last, Jack starts growing out of love with her when he sees how she treats little Owen, who at this point would be 7 or so, and soon other flaws he’d been too enamoured to notice start becoming more and bigger issues until the couple breaks up.
Jack is in his early 20s, and if you’d ask him before he married he’d have told you he wasn’t anywhere near ready to be a father. That doesn’t stop him from imprinting on Owen within minutes of meeting him, however, and with the way Owen’s mother treats him, he actually ends up taking him in the divorce, after many rows and a few teary discussions, because he loves the kid, and he can see that she was not actually in the position to raise anyone, for a variety of reasons that I won’t elaborate on here. She does visit him, Jack is always happy to facilitate her visits with Owen, but not terribly often.
It takes a few years, but Jack eventually adopts him legally, with his mother’s blessings. He talks to Owen every step of the way, always listens to what he has to say, always respecting (within reason) what he wants. Through mutual agreement, they never change Owen’s last name.
Jack isn’t the best father ever, by any stretch. It’s a learning curve, and there’s a few big stumbles. But he loves that kid so much, and for the first time in his life Owen has an adult and parental figure who listens attentively to what he has to say, who always asks for his opinion before making any choices that affect him, who would kill and die for him, who loves him, unconditionally, and it makes a difference.
So Owen grows up with love and support, and once he hits puberty he’s only a tiny bit nervous to tell his father he’s bi since Jack has been dating people of all genders on and off since he divorced his mother. Owen was consistently suspicious of all of them, and privately thought none of them was good enough for his father, but he never said it. He did want Jack to be happy, after all. None of them last too long, and in the end it’s always just the two of them. Jack seems happy enough with it, so Owen doesn’t worry.
Anyway, his coming out goes great; Jack is so proud he cries a little and he insists on hugging him even longer than usual. (Jack is a hugger, Owen has resigned himself to it.) Owen huffs and doles out the eye-rolls and the ‘it’s-not-a-big-deal’s and ‘oh my god, dad, you’re so embarrassing’ but he’s secretly very pleased. Jack takes him to pride for the first time that very year, and it becomes a yearly tradition.
Owen befriends Ianto Jones by proxy at first: Ianto was in his group of friends and they ended up hanging out together a lot, first in a group and later more one-on-one. He’s alright, even if he is two whole years younger than him and a bit of a nerd. There is one (1) instance when Owen almost got mad at him, when Ianto asked if he’d been adopted (after another mate of his mentioned something about it). But after he’d replied defensively, he realised Ianto wasn’t trying to be mean about it. At all. 
“That must be great, though. You know for sure that your dad wanted you, was willing to fight to keep you.” That’s how Owen found out about Ianto’s not so great home situation.
So they became mates, and soon Owen starts inviting Ianto over.
Now, the problem with being raised by a young, stunningly attractive single parent, of course, is that all his friends are more likely to have a crush on his father than they are to like him that way. Not that Owen fancies Ianto or anything. But it’s weird, Jack is old.
Ianto, like most of Owen’s female friends and some of his guy friends, develops a crush on his father. Fucking hell. The little shit keeps sneaking furtive little glances Jack’s way, and whenever Jack actually addresses him, he smiles beatifically and pretends he’s not the acerbic juvenile delinquent he really is (as if Owen would hang out with him if he was that boring). He perks up whenever Jack is around; smiles all the time. It’s bizarre.
Jack doesn’t notice. Once the initial weirdness wears off, Owen thinks it’s hilarious that his father can’t see through Ianto’s polite, helpful little boy facade. So he doesn’t say anything. He just enjoys the show. It goes like this: Ianto comes over, they hang out for a while. Jack gets home from work, Ianto gets starry eyed and promptly becomes this alien perfectly-behaved A-student right in front of Owen’s very amused eyes. Ianto’s crush goes right over Jack’s head the entire time. Owen gets to laugh at Ianto being flustered and/or pretending to have perfect manners, and Ianto gets whatever dopamine rush he gets from staring at Jack. Win-win.
They keep in touch when Owen goes to uni and later when Ianto goes to a different one, but they don’t see each other very often and eventually grow distant. Yadda yadda, life happens and eventually they re-connect.
Ianto introduces Owen to a friend of his, Katie, obnoxiously telling her that while he isn’t as hot as his father, he’ll do. (Katie fully believes he’s joking until Owen brings her home to meet Jack. She still thinks Owen is hotter, but she can see what Ianto meant, certainly. “That’s love for you,” Ianto laments. “It blinds you.” Owen pretends to be offended.)
The thing is, Owen falls head-over-heels with Katie. He’s absolutely gone on her, and after discussing it a little to make sure she’s on the same page as him, he pops the question. Ianto is, of course, invited to the wedding.
So that’s how we get to 25-year-old Ianto seeing early-to-mid 40s Jack again for the first time in almost a decade. For the first time ever, Jack sees him right back.
Understandably, Jack feels a little guilty about noticing how nicely his son’s younger friend looks in a suit, but there’s no harm in looking, right? The ceremony is lovely, Jack cries (and so does Owen, though he glares when anyone mentions it), after which they swiftly move on to the party.
Deep into the night, late enough that the bride and groom have retired to start their honeymoon, Jack is having one more drink as he watches the mostly drunk guests dance and toast to the happy couple. He’s feeling old and maudlin and so happy for his son that his chest could burst, when Ianto makes his move.
Talking leads to snogging leads Ianto pushing Jack up against an out-of the-way wall and whispering all the dirty things he’d like to do to him in that sinful Welsh accent leads to them falling in bed together at Jack’s hotel room and staying there for the next several hours (not all of them spent awake).
Jack, having had no clue that Ianto had harbored an intense teenage crush on him and had been dreaming about this for literal years, figured it was just a one-night-thing brought about by loneliness or boredom.
The morning after, however, Ianto formally asks him out.
Jack protests (only a little, and with no real force behind it) that he’s almost twice Ianto’s age, surely he can’t mean to actually date him. Ianto assures him that he does.
They go out to have a very late brunch. It’s their first official date, and Jack has more fun than he’s had in years. Ianto, who’d only thought of Jack infrequently if still fondly during the years he hadn’t seen him, is positively giddy. Turns out seeing Jack again was all it took for the attraction to come roaring back. But now he can really get to know Jack as an adult, beyond the fantasies he made up as a hormonal teen. The real man holds up surprisingly well against the fantasy. 
Ianto confesses his teenage crush, confesses that he wondered what Jack might look like after all these years when he realised he’d be seeing him again at the wedding, but he never in a million years had expected Jack to somehow look even more delectable than he had back then. (Jack doesn’t blush, but he wants to. They end up right back in his hotel bed once they’re done with brunch.)
Truth is, Jack hadn’t expected it to last, not really. He’d hoped to have some fun with a gorgeous young man before said man got bored and moved on without him. He didn’t expect to fall in love. He certainly didn’t expect, wouldn’t have believed that sleepy morning when he’d woken up in the arms of a warm, sleep-soft Welshman who asked to take him out on a proper date, that a man young enough to be his son and handsome enough to have his choice of partner would be falling in love with him.
Owen choked on his own laughter when Jack told him Ianto had taken him out on that first date. “I cannot believe it. He did it. He actually did it. The absolute mad lad. It only took him a decade, but he did it. That crazy motherfucker. Fatherfucker. Oh my god, fatherfucker.” Then he started cackling again. Jack was too relieved he wasn’t upset about it to be offended. Despite Ianto’s reassurances that there had never been anything other than strictly platonic friendship between him and Owen, Jack still had the tiniest of worries that Owen might have harbored a crush on Ianto back in his teens. He’d invited Ianto more often than any of his other friends, and the atmosphere had always been different with him, though Jack had never managed to put his finger on how, back then.
Owen laughed even harder when Jack carefully broached the subject. “Are you kidding me? He was too busy ogling you to ever notice me, thank Christ. Would have been awkward if he did, I always saw him more as a little brother, really.” Well, didn’t that make Jack feel supremely awkward. His son saw his latest lover as a little brother. Weird, even by Jack’s standards. At least Ianto’s teenage crush confession was true. Still a bit weird, but flattering, now that that kid had grown into a gorgeous young man who still found Jack 'disarmingly attractive’ (his words).
“Of course you have my blessings,” Owen griped good-naturedly when Ianto called to ask. In retrospect, calling him during his honeymoon with the woman he loved who he’d only met because Ianto had introduced them had been a good tactical decision. He was feeling charitable towards him, and he was too high on love and sex to begrudge Ianto this.
“Thank you. You can call me ‘Tad’ if you want,” Ianto countered, because he was still a little shit with a sarcastic streak a mile wide and a penchant for annoying Owen even when he was technically begging for his blessing to date Owen’s father.
“Fuck off,” Owen told him, but there was no bite to it, he sounded amused if anything, and Ianto knew then that Owen had meant it.
“Of course. I won’t rush you. I can wait until it feels organic, son.”
Owen hung up on him. Less than a minute later, Ianto got a text message that said. ‘If you break his heart, I’ll kick your arse xoxo’. He sent back a string of heart emojis.
A year and a half later, Ianto called Owen to tell him he was planning to propose. Owen demanded to be his best man.
The year Owen turned thirty-one, Jack and Ianto adopted two siblings (a little boy and a baby girl). They named Owen their godfather (yes, both of them).
That day, as Owen was asked to sign the papers that would legally make him the children’s guardian in case anything happened to their fathers, he remembered the day he met Jack, when his mother had brought him over for the first time. He remembered, a bit blurry due to time, the talks Jack and his mother had had with him when they were in the process of splitting up, how Jack had fought to convince them both that he should be the one to raise Owen. He recalled, like a much-beloved photograph he took out to stare at when he needed it, the well-worn memory of walking into their new house for the first time, and realising that it was real, that Jack really did mean to adopt him, that he’d really be living with him from then on; that Jack really wanted him. He remembered all the times Jack had told him that family wasn’t blood, family was love, and trust, and commitment. And he remembered, with perfect, stunning clarity, a 15-year-old Ianto telling him he’d like to adopt when he was older, even if he ended up with someone who could get pregnant.
He also remembered a 15-year-old Ianto making heart eyes at his father in their living-room while Owen struggled not to laugh at him, and really, one had to respect a man who stuck to his convictions. Ianto certainly knew what he wanted and put in the work to get it.
At least he was pretty sure he could trust Ianto with Jack’s heart.
(Epilogue:
Because Ianto has a terrible sense of humour, he spends an entire summer calling Owen ‘son’ and ‘kid’ and ‘sport’. Owen makes a face the first couple of times, but he’s brought around pretty quickly between 1) the way Katie laughs whenever Ianto does this, and 2) the bewildered looks it gets them whenever someone hears it, because not only is Ianto younger than Owen, he also looks it. It makes for interesting situations.
So rather than be annoyed, Owen starts to enjoy it. He decides to lean into it, starts calling Ianto ‘tad’ and ‘dad’ and ‘father’, and one memorable time ‘the man who literally birthed me’. Katie chokes on her drink and laughs so hard her abdomen hurts for the next day. Jack actually falls off his chair laughing. Ianto looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, the little shit.
And they were a loving family who were disgustingly happy for the rest of their lives and never had tragedy befall them, not even once, the end.)
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the-queer-look · 3 years
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Couple Theory
Name: Lucy Age: 24 Location: Glebe Occupation: Bush Regenerator Sexual Orientation: Lesbian Gender: Female
Name: Aisling Age: 21 Location: Glebe Occupation: Customer Service Sexual Orientation: Queer Gender: Female
Lucy – I feel like I’m still figuring out how I’m comfortable presenting because I didn’t come out till I was twenty, which was quite a time after I realised I was gay at sixteen. When I moved to Sydney I really wanted to show people that I was queer, and with much of my influence being from the internet, I wore a lot of the stereotypical lesbian clothing I saw on there – mostly sporty sorts of clothing – but as I’ve gone through, whenever I find something that I don’t hate myself in I wear it over and over again until something new comes along. Recently I’ve been vibing with the look of boots, singlet tops, and making my tattoos very visible. I make myself look somewhat unapproachable with my resting face being a frown, and my outfits being if not aggressive, then non-welcoming, but if people do actually come up to me I really want people to like me, so it all falls away.
Aisling – My daily presentation is just the easy T-shirts and jeans, lots of bouldering merch, maybe a button up if I’m being a little fancy, just a classic chapstick lesbian.
Lucy – Where did your inspo for that come from?
Aisling – What? Jeans and a shirt? Does that need inspiration? I guess I tuck my shirt in to make sure its queer? I have a lot of Vans, and a milk crate full of socks I guess. I used to save up money when I was in high school to put towards my first pair of Vans and I was so excited. I think I have twenty pairs now? Lots of converse, runners, and climbing shoes as well. Colourful socks and shoes are my thing I guess.
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Lucy – I remember I was sixteen when I realised I liked girls, but I don’t know what triggered it. I think it was something on TV? I think it was an NCIS episode and they had a really awful portrayal of lesbians, who were identified as gay because at the end of the episode they held hands, and that triggered some kind of twinge in my chest that I’d never felt before.
Ailing – That was your gay bone
Lucy – My gay bone?
K – Yeah, your sternum is your gay bone
Ailing – I’ve torn that twice from being too gay
K – you need to remember to stretch before going out and being gay all night.
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Lucy – It was a really weird feeling, I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I went and found out about the episode, and it was of course one of those “oh no homosexuals are evil” sorts of plots. I think that negative portrayal contributed to my negative feelings about being gay, and being so scared to come out. I don’t know where else that would have come from because my parents never expressed any opinion about homosexuality. Those feelings were confirmed when I had my first crush on a girl in my school. I was nauseous more than anything when I realised it, and I just ignored that feeling for years which isn’t healthy. What helped me overcome it though, as I’m sure helped a lot of people from small towns with not much queer representation was the internet, and YouTubers, The Legend of Korra, and Tumblr. (The ending of Legend of Korra) was ust so beautiful, and so revolutionary as well. I remember seeing the ship of Korra and Asami come up on my tumblr, but it was years before the end fo the show, when it actually happened. I remember watching it on a family holiday trip and had to leave the dining table and I was shaking and crying because it was such a huge, beautiful moment that was probably one of the most significant moments of accepting myself. Looking back I definitely associate that final image of them holding hands before going to the spirit world together with my final stage of accepting who I am.
Moving to Sydney was my time to finally come out and explore. I came out to one of my Canadian exchange friends who was here, and they took me to Birdcage (lesbian nightclub in Sydney) where I met some of my friends. My first time in a queer club was like being surrounded by a family who I felt like I knew even though I hadn’t met any of them. That was also the year that the marriage equality vote was passed, So I took that opportunity to find out what my parents thought about homosexuality by asking them what they were voting for. They both said they were voting yes, which made me feel comfortable enough to come out to them the next week.
I’m still learning what are the most appropriate ways to describe myself and my relationship with myself, and how to present myself to the world. The more I learn, the more I will change the way I present myself, and there is a lot more of myself to explore.
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Aisling – I think I was around thirteen or fourteen when I saw the show “faking it” - a show about a girl in high school figuring out her sexuality – and I just noticed that I was relating to every situation that the character was going through, and suddenly realised I was questioning my sexuality. I mentioned it to one of my friends that I used to walk to school with, and she would just keep egging me on with “come on just say it, just say you’re gay its fine”. I came out to her as bi at one stage, but I didn’t like that term, I didn’t like the term lesbian either, and still don’t, I prefer to think of myself as queer, or just gay.
When I actually came out two or so years later, I remember telling my close friend group that I was bi… and then later that week just said “nah I’m gay actually”. It was about 7:30pm, on a Wednesday night, after basketball, in the shower talking to myself saying “im gonna do this, im gonna do this”. Just me and my dad home, I psyched myself up for ages and then walked in and out of the kitchen about five times before going “Dad, I have something to tell you” sweating bullets “Dad, I’m gay la di da.”
Lucy – La di da?
Aisling – yes, Father, it’s la di da for me I’m afraid
Lucy – please put my sexuality down as la di da
Aisling – The first thing he said to me was “yeah I always thought you had a bigger obsession with the female tennis players than the men.” and yeah damn he had me there. I hate that I remember the day and everything… like the first of September 2016?
I moved out from my mum to my dad’s mostly because my mum’s partner at the time was very homophobic, and any dinner conversation would turn to him deriding gay marriage, or coming out with some racist shit. Eventually I decided “this bothers me too much, I’m going to have to say something” and it was… really upsetting when he didn’t agree. So of course I came out to my dad first and made him tell mum, which was then an interesting conversation…
“Your father tells me you’ve told him you’re gay?”
“yep, that’s it”
She contacted my school supervisor that night and told all of my teachers to look out for any homophobic acts towards me, letting them know that I was gay and to look out for me.
Lucy – I feel like together we tick a lot of stereotypes
Aisling – We really do
Lucy – We moved in together really quickly
Aisling – We own a cat together
Lucy – Theres that Subaru…
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Aisling – I also had a lot of influence from those same queer YouTubers, and seeing their coming out videos and how free they felt afterwards made me really want to share it.
Immediately after I came out everyone at school was very supportive, like they already knew and assumed I was gay because I was just that sporty chick, so being gay just sorta went with it?
Lucy – I think I looked for validation from my parents. When I came out to mum there was no huge deal made about it, butI think validation from them comes in small snippets. Every time mum sends me something, like recently she arranged her coloured chopping boards into a rainbow and sent me a picture with “these are for you!” it’s very small, but its very significant. When I had a really big hickey on my neck, my dad said
“oh who gave you that on your neck? Does he sleep in a coffin?”
“it was a she actually”
“oh does she sleep in a coffin then?”
he just wanted to channel it into a dad joke, but it was a weird way to come out to him actually.
Aisling – To me the term Queer means “everyone included” even just an ally of the community, or a parent of an LGBT person doing your best to make them feel safe and welcome, you’re welcome in the community you know? By properly supporting something, you become a part of it.
Lucy – For me it’s very similar with those lines of community and family. It can be a label, but I feel that its evolving more into a term that indicates embracing all people. I use it sometimes to refer to a collective group of… well queer people. I refer to my close friends as my queer family.
Aisling – It feels better to use than assuming someone’s sexuality or gender without knowing the specifics.
Lucy – Individually I wouldn’t refer to any of my friends as queer. I know one friend refers to himself specifically as a bisexual, man, rather than a queer person. So I definitely like its a more family, community term, rather than a specific label, though It can still be used as one.
Aisling – I like the term because when I first came out I identified as bi, then gay, then bi, then gay, than they? And it feels more appropriate to use for myself because I’m still working it out, and it can cover a lot. For example I don’t think of myself as completely feminine, but I also don’t like the term non-binary to refer to myself, but the idea of “They” still, rather than just being she/her, I like the idea of she/they. And referring to myself as queer feels more of an accurate description.
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Lucy – Ever since moving to Sydney and coming out and going to that first club night I’ve always thrown myself into as many queer events as I possibly could. I want to be able to contribute more to the community rather than just be involved in it, a lot of my friends are very engaged in the queer community, and I feel like I don’t have that level of involvement. I love that I’m never scared or intimidated to go to queer events, by myself or with my friends. Whilst I feel very connected to the queer community, I wish I could be more involved. I’m scared that since my friend group is all finishing university and looking to the future, that I’ll lose that sense of connection as everyone moves away, even though I’m sure we’ll all stay in touch.
Aisling – I feel little to no involvement in the queer community at the moment because I’m focusing so hard on my training. I’m involved with Queer Climbers Sydney though, and am looking to get more involved in the future, as soon as I have the time to do stuff.
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Lucy – Challenges facing the queer community here isn Sydney… I feel like we need to create a wider variety of safer spaces in more areas. There’re certain areas of Sydney where queer people I know just don’t feel as comfortable. And the ones we do have are always pubs and clubs. Not to detract from queer nightlife; but having so much of queer culture based around adult only areas reinforces the idea that being gay, or trans, or whatever is an adult thing, and makes it easier for people to excuse restricting education about it to kids, which can be so harmful growing up and not having the education to understand yourself.
Aisling – I feel like theres more acceptance towards gay, lesbian, and bi people. But there’s less of an acceptance of trans people, like they can understand being gay, but they cant seem to understand what a trans person even is, much less how to approach them. Probably need more education about it in schools. More comprehensive sex ed instead of just how to put a condom on a fucking banana.
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k-odyssey · 4 years
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Into the Ring thoughts - character by character
Just some things I liked, this is going to be long...
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Goo Se Ra: I didn’t get into this drama thinking I’d fall in  love with her but here we are. Flawless acting from Nana (which I hadn’t  actually seen in anything before, apart from that time I tried watching  Kill It and decided it wasn’t for me). I really admire how Se Ra stands  up for what she believes in and how she’s not afraid to make a wave and  be loud. She’s honestly such a hard-worker and so full of hope when life didn’t necessarily give her reason to be. (Even when it seems that everyone is against her.) At first I thought her thing about complaints was that she was litigious and loved rules. Turns out she believed in  the democratic process and in sticking to her principles. Also maybe she liked having control in one (1) aspect of her life. I loved the  childhood flashbacks and they really added something to the story.  Seeing how Jong Dae’s death impacted her too made me see her in a new  light. She and Gong Myung have complimentary personalities and similar values and they’re such a good match!!! I always enjoy seeing female leads take the initiative and she definitely does that. She’s so confident! Not in an arrogant sort of way, but in a “she looks like she has a healthy self-talk” way. Her looks are almost never mentioned and I actually find that so refreshing. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t  bring A+ fashion to the district assembly. Her calling out “Gong” is my  absolute favourite thing.
Seo Gong Myung: Another surprise crush. I’m very impressed with Park Sung Hoon! He brings so much to this character!! And obviously his chemistry with Nana is amazing (this drama has the best kisses, just saying). Now I’ve definitely said it before but, lonely characters  finding a place where they belong is my favourite kind of narrative. I feel proud of him for opening up to people and standing up to his dad. I love that he’s Se Ra’s number 1 cheerleader and will do anything for her. The new hair style looks amazing and he deserves all of the happiness okay.
Yoon Hee Soo: Loved her dynamic with Se Ra. Her hanging up on  Chief Jo/Cho in the last episode: very satisfying, 10/10. I like that  she handles the news of Se Ra and Gong Myung being a couple with a lot of grace. Her “revenge” is barely one and she doesn’t become extra mean to Se Ra just because she’s dating her crush. It’s the decent thing to do but so many dramas have a bitchy second lead and I’m relieved that this one doesn’t.
Jo/Cho Maeng Deok: All of that bs about “selling everything you have” was the worst and I would be lying if I said he didn’t deserve his ending. Very nuanced performance from Ahn Nae Sang. There’s times when you can  tell he’s capable of emotions, but he’s just trained himself to ignore  and repress them. My guess is that he was like this before his son died,  but it got worse in the aftermath. His way of dealing with the pain was  to stop feeling anything and focus on his career. This moment of vulnerability with Gong Myung at the end felt very real and raw. I hated  seeing him play god and pull the strings all along, that’s why Yoon Hee Soo turning on him was so amazing.
Kim Min Jae: As Se Ra’s boyfriend, I really disliked him. Chief  Jo/Cho was beginning to rub off on him and quitting was probably the best decision he could make. Good on him. I liked his last scene with Gong Myung because it showed his growth.
Se Ra’s parents: This actually applies to almost every character in this drama because it’s just that well written, but I loved the slow reveal of their backstory. The dad made me so emotional when he realized why Se Ra had got into politics and when he apologized to his wife, and then when he went to find Se Ra at the underground/subway with a pair of shoes. Plus, I love the parallel  with Gong Myung’s father later on. Se Ra’s mum is so good to Gong Myung  and she usually has good intentions, even when she does real stupid  stuff. Se Ra is a mix of both of her parents and it shows.
Se Ra’s friends: It’s great that they each have their own distinct personality but the three of them get along so well. Do I like to imagine Han Bi gets a girlfriend? Yes. But I’m happy with the part of her story we’re actually told. Her relationship with Woo Young’s son is one my fave things and I love that he’s a kid who’s sometimes wise beyond his years and at the same time still very much a child. Woo Young getting into politics and scaring the shit out of old men was the best plot twist.
Gong Myung’s friends/colleagues: These two provided excellent comedy!! Lee Dae Chul trying to act like a spy and Jung Yong Gyu being “controlled” by Gong Myung as Se Ra’s secretary were personal favourites. Side note: Go Dong Chan was absolutely hilarious as well.
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