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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 10 months

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So I didn't want to involve the people on this post in my shenanigans. Mostly because I don't want to see a dogpile, or because I don't want to deal with the ignorance that will come from the responses.

So this showed up on my dash

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And honestly I don't think they understand what's really going on. There are a lot of people living in a bubble and it kind of annoys me a bit.

People are not pissed that LGBT people exist. Contrary to popular belief. Nor are they mad that LGBT products exist. What they are mad about is that June has become, "Worship the LGBT or else" month. And while many don't think that's true, it very much is.

I've seen pride parade over the last 6+ years with HEAVY kink involvement IN PUBLIC in full view of kids. Also in full view of people who really don't want to see it. People who can't close their businesses. People who have appointments to keep at offices. Dick shaped lollipops. Near full nudity. What used to be SUPPOSEDLY a celebration of love is now a degenerate (and that's coming from me) fetish fest. More over, if you don't brandish your cult symbol, people get mad at you. And now a days threaten to destroy your livelihood.

(And before you continue reading. THIS MAY well ruffle some feathers. And while you may not agree with my sentiment, this post is not hateful. It's observations and ideas based on people I've talked to both in and out of the LGBT, things I've experienced in my own life, and stuff I've read up on over the years. And while I'm not as articulate as a used to be, it's written not in anger, but with the intention of explaining all of my thoughts. And while they may not get across the way I want, I mean no hate by them.)

Pride hasn't been about love in years. It's been about how degenerate and fetishy can we get in public until they start putting us in jail. Except we can't even do that anymore because protected classes get an absolute pass to break the laws now. And you might not see that but everyone else does.

What's more, what LGBT means now isn't what it used to mean. It's some weird amalgamation taking every sex based thing and non sex based thing and shoving it all under the same umbrella. Hell, most modern trans activists want to get rid of gay people. And no that's not some joke or conspiracy.

Consider this. A lot of modern "LGBT" people claim that gender is a social construct right? Ok and now they are trying to say there is no difference between men and women. In the biological sense. Now you have, "Lady dicks and man pussys" and what not. Except it's not a joke. And I'm not joking. I've been seeing a hard push from trans activists in the modern day, to claim that biological sex does not matter (to the point they want to be able to change their birth certificates), and that if you are a Female dating a male, so long as they SAY they are a woman you are still somehow a lesbian.

THEN you have the now famous Tim Pool clip where the guy from The Serfs claims that if a woman sleeps with an effeminate man, she's actually a lesbian. Or vice versa, if a man dates a non feminine woman, he's actually gay. I don't think most of you realize right now but modern activists are hell bent on erasing gay people. Gay in it's ACTUAL meaning. Which is sexual attraction to the same SEX. Not the same gender. Which both were interchangeable for years. Now it's a clusterfuck of what ever either side wants it to mean. And that's devastating for society. It's devastating for communication between people. And it's devastating for relationships.

Things are breaking down at the seams. People who have been gay their entire lives now have to contend with being called bigots by self righteous, narcissistic, young, dumb people trying to tell them THEY are the bigots. When arguably they had it much harder in society. Hell the middle east STILL gives you 2 options if you are gay. Transition so you are not a monster, or die. Because at least if you appear like the opposite sex you can't participate in your debauchery. That's how they view it. And activists in the west are doing the exact same in their own way. It's pretty fucking scary.

But to the original point. It's not just about Trans this, Gay that, Lesbian this, or anything. People are just tired of the celebrations. Because it's moved way past that into glorification. To a point that among the people that support it, they are deifying it. That's not exaggeration. You are now considered boring if you are straight. You are considered an evil racist monster if you are "cis". And don't get me started on the rant that is talking about that term. Kids are now being indoctrinated into being something other than straight and their own sex/gender. Because according to this hell site and others like it, "Straight people are so boring and stupid and violent and and and and and~" Fuck you.

You don't get to shit on straight people with impunity and then get upset when they say enough. You don't get to tell people that "every day is straight pride day" meanwhile smearing your privates in their faces for a full month. No criticism. No conversation. Just mindless worship. And don't tell me that's not what it is. That is fully what it is.

And before anyone decides to come at me telling me I'm transphobic or homophobic, Plenty of LGBT people agree with me. Some even have more extreme views on all of this than I do. Mine seems to be the very mild view on all of this considering.

But we don't need a pride month anymore in the US. The initial movement was about not just getting the right to marry, but being able to be seen as human just like everyone else.

Well guess what? It has not been like that since 2012. Now it's about, "Call me my pronouns or I'll cut your head off" and "If you don't celebrate pride then your a bigot, a monster, and a nazi", or, "I can't believe this old woman called me young lady, WTF, I'm clearly a man" or my personal favorite, "Kink needs to be in front of kids so they can grow up and understand good sex". Yeah. I've actually heard every one of these IN PERSON and wanted to call the cops on the last one. And fringe or not, these ARE the views being pushed to the forefront.

And more than that even. A school quite literally said, "Memorial day weekend? What's that? Pride month though. Let's dress all these kids in pride stuff and parade them around to prove how virtuous we are."

Yes this DID actually happen. A school opted to not recognize or celebrate our fallen, and instead opted into worship. Modern pride is a cult. I'm not sorry for saying it. Most of you pushed to see how far until it was too far. And now you WILL see people walk back acceptance of the LGBT as a whole. You waved your crotches in their faces for long enough and they've had it.

And that makes me pretty upset honestly. Because my LGBT friends may likely have to suffer through widespread discrimination again because you didn't understand how far is too far. And then when you were told how far too far was, you opted to take it further than that.

Now let me cool the pot as it were. I'm not putting this on the LGBT people who've been nothing but good people, who just have been trying to live and enjoy their lives. And I don't want to see an overreaction to all of this. But the issue is not enough people smacked these activist types down. Their fringe views were allowed to flourish and be the dominate idea. And now we have people boycotting LGBT stuff aimed at kids, and parents are pissed. Kids are already confused enough growing up. Hormones, School, Friends, Parents, figuring out life, etc. It's a confusing time in their lives and they frankly don't need more stuff to be confused about. More over, they don't need to be focused on sexuality (which again is a concept based on SEX based attraction) at 10 y/o. Will they figure that stuff out? Yes. Do they need a LGBT teacher teaching them how to be gay? No.

Do they need books teaching them how to get on gay dating apps at 14 for anonymous hookups with gay men? ALSO no. Do they need to learn how to use butt-plugs at 13-14? FUCK no. Do they need to be taught in gay books how to give head to other boys? NO! THEY DON'T! Do they need drag queens, wearing thongs and a miniskirt twerking in their faces at 6? *cocks shotty*. And before I get the onslaught of, "That's not happening", yes it is. There's proof of it all over the US. Happening in more and more frequency. Including librarians suggesting books featuring explicit content to very young teens.

The final straw was kids. And when you told parents they were not allowed to defend their kids, parents said, "Excuse the fuck out of me". And now here we are. In a country were if you are LGBT and you rape someone, it's perfectly fine. And calling it out is actually bad. If you call out biological men, claiming to be trans so they they can rape women in prison an issue, THAT'S somehow calling all trans people rapist? If you point out that a gay man or a trans woman is grooming kids and or has sexually assaulted them, that SOMEHOW all gay men and trans women are predators?

No one said that. YOU said that. And your fighting tooth and nail to defend people who do those things, is a problem. And it's why people are fed up.

This is not and has never been about anti-LGBT sentiment. But it will become that if people who've done this stuff continue to be shielded. It will become that if normies get even more fed up with the cult like worship once a year of Pride. I don't want to see it become that. It will however, if things don't come down from a boil. Leave kids alone, call out groomers and predators, and stop featuring kink and fetish at pride parades. Put on a rainbow shirt hold hands with your S/O Hold up a sign saying "Love" and that's it. It's super simple. And for the love of all that is holy, stop shaming straight people. Because if you don't they WILL come to resent you. More than some already do.

And just to wrap things up. I don't want to see things get worse for LGBT people. What I do want to see is certain LGBT people stop acting like being LGBT is their entire personality. Because it's not just grating to me. It's grating to other LGBT people. And worst of all it's grating to normies. And they are the people you need to be worried about.

#discourse

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 22 days

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PRIDE MONTH PROMPTS 2024

They are here!!

Last year I released them in May, and I asked you when I should release it this year. You agreed I should release it early/mid april. And I think the perfect time is now! You have plenty of time to prepare your things for June!

So, here are 30 prompts, 1 prompt per day, for all of June! Use them for writing, or for art, or why not for something else creative you can come up with?

I will now write all the prompts in the list if it's hard to read, plus some explanations/suggestion what you can do for them.

Day 1. Actually, I'm not straight. Someone kicking off pride month by telling their nearest and dearest that they aren't straight, like everyone seems to think!

Day 2. Surprise! We're dating! A couple comes out to their friends ;)

Day 3. Early signs. Early signs someone was not straight, or not cis. Or both!

Day 4. Gender euphoria. Euphoooooriaaaaa forever to end of time /j Ok no but yeah, someone experiencing gender euphoria :) It's great :)

Day 5. Surprise! We're engaged! Surprise engagement! Did people even know they were dating?

Day 6. Proposal. You can choose to show the proposal for the couple at day 5... or a brand new couple! :D

Day 7. Pride flags. Are they making pride flags? Buying pride flags? Identifying pride flags? So much you can do! :)

Day 8. Prideful baking. A return from last year! Who's baking? Are they doing it with pride? Are they making rainbow cakes? This is also a way to make some ships be cute together as they bake.

Day 9. Wedding. To quote Sam from Glee: "YEAH! COME ON GUYS! GAY MARRIAGE GOOD!"

Day 10. Shenanigans at the Pride Parade. Time to let those characters run wild at the pride parade!

Day 11. Coming out as trans. Pretty self explanatory I think ;)

Day 12. Planning for a child. Two women, two men, maybe a trans couple... any not-cishet couple are planning for a child <3 Are they adopting? IVF? However they're doing it, they're gonna get that child :)

Day 13. Two moms. Two mommies thriving with their kiddos!

Day 14. Are they dating or not? People are speculating the relationship of some people.

Day 15. First crush. Aww, someone's first crush! Have they ever felt this before?

Day 16. Alternate universe. Go crazy with this! This could mean anything from "a universe in which this ship is canon" to "they live in a fantasy world". Do whatever!

Day 17. Realizing they're ace. Self explanatory ;)

Day 18. Two dads. Two daddies on request (Sorry I've watched too much of Papás por encargo (Daddies on request) to not make that joke). They'll do anything for the kids!

Day 19. I thought everyone liked both? What??? They don't?????

Day 20. Fruity sleepover. Anything and everything can happen at a sleepover!

Day 21. Pining. They pine so hard and yet... will their crush ever notice?

Day 22. Secret dating. Or are they as they secret as they think? How much chaos do they end up in to keep this?

Day 23. Dinner. Maybe just a normal dinner in a queer friendgroup. Or maybe someone coming out at dinner. Maybe the first dinner at their partner's house. Or maybe someone's making dinner for their loved one.

Day 24. Confession. Coming out confession? Confession to your crush? Just a confession about your favorite food in the middle of a pride parade? Yeah, you decide!

Day 25. Date. THEY'RE ON A DATE THE BABIES!!! Is it a good date? I hope so!

Day 26. Gender is a construct. Not everything is binary.

Day 27. Queer group meeting. You can toy around with this a lot. A group meeting with closeted gays? A group meeting with every character from your different fandoms that you headcanon as bi that you want to interact in the group meeting for disaster bi's? A group meeting for aces just vibing? Maybe we'll meet a lot of different groups!

Day 28. Accidental coming out. Oops!

Day 29. Alternate time period. You want to play out a little love story but instead they live in the 1950s? Or maybe they live in the future! Maybe they live in the medieval times! Woah!

Day 30. Growing old together. Look at them now. Who knew they'd find each other in the world and now they're here?

I hope I'm gonna see some of you in pride month! It's always a pleasure! Also, when the time comes in June, and you want to use one of these prompts, don't forget to tag me ;)

#pride month prompts #prompts #pride month

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skullcandy11111198 · 7 months

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Leveragetober23 Day 12: pride

Parker is singing again. It's kinda creepy, but the group isn't willing to call them out on it.

Bigots can try, but they will fry.

Over and over and over again.

The taser sparks. Everyone shuffles back, just a little bit. No one makes eye contact.

Eliot goes back to hauling away the still twitching body while Hardison goes through the man's phone. Ostensibly, it's to see what he knew about them and what his mission was. Really, it's just so he can leave Parker to it. He loves his partner, really, but sometimes his person is whoo boy, as Nana would say. He leaves Parker to it. They grin and start the chorus over again, stroking the handheld lightning stick.

Really, it's not like the group was doing any crimes right now, anyway! Anyone with any sense could see that! Unless there is an apocalyptic level job that just absolutely needs to be taken care of, the founders of Leverage International never seem to work in June. So why all of these people have come out of the woodwork to try to arrest them, or capture them, or whatever it is they are trying to do, right now?? They're not having it. And of course, everyone is decked out in their colors, with all the pins and patches and paint to match, so people have made some stupid comments. But they learned.

Really, just try and stop Parker. Oh, that's right, you can't. Because they have a taser and a goal.

Originally, it was just Sophie's vacation. Every June, she would take the month off and go swanning off somewhere that no one else knew about. Nate tried to follow her a few times, but when Sophie doesn't want to be found, she was not. After a while, though, she opened up, and it turns out the big secret is that she charts out all of the major pride parades across the world and just spends the month country hopping, joining in on every celebration of pride she can.

Once the group found out, it sort of became a family outing. Everyone learned a lot about each other that they didn't know before, all they were all closer for it.

Sophie is a raging pansexual. That woman has got it on with every gender out there at least once, and she loved it. Truly, she just loves the human body in every shape and form it comes in. People routinely get gender euphoria just from being in her presence. She honestly might be a goddess, no one is sure, and they also aren't sure they want to know.

Parker isn't so much a girl as just girl-shaped in the eyes of society. They'll answer to she, but really they'll answer to anything and people just assume she. They like they/them the most, though. And pretzels. They really like pretzels, and think Alec and Eliot would too.

Alec vaguely knows he isn't entirely straight. He loves Parker, in all their Parker-ness. But he also has feelings about their resident hitter that he is not entirely clear on. He never really crushed on people all that much when he was younger, too. He really had to know them before he ever thought of them in that way. Either way, Nana always said he had a big heart. That was usually followed by some version of "now put the money back, please, we'll donate our own time to the homeless shelter, not someone else's resources," but suffice to say, he goes all out in his love.

Eliot, likewise, isn't a heterosexual cis man, but he's known that since the beginning. He knows he got lucky, having the parents and the support system he did, and he is thankful every day. His family accepted him from the beginning, and was able to contact a close friend who was able to help them out with getting prescriptions for testosterone early enough that he never really had to go through a lot of the pains and dysphoria a lot of people in his shoes go through every day. He is aware of his privilege, and he is grateful to everyone that helped make his belief into reality. (He also hasn't realized that Parker is basically courting him and Hardison is trailing after with a smile on his face and his heart in his eyes, but he'll realize it soon enough.)

Nate, though you would never know it when first meeting him, totally had bi-wife energy. Nate met Maggie through Sterling at I.Y.S., but she was on her way out the door to go clubbing with some friends and dragged him along when she saw how miserable he looked at the office party. Soon enough they were dancing the night away, and that was that. Maggie is also one of the least problematic people you will ever meet, so of course she was still close friends with all of her exes, which meant Nate was close with them too. Let's just say some of their dinner parties could get a little…raucous.

But coming back to now.

For some reason, all the grumps and grunts have decided June is the month this year to just get in their way, and Parker is having none of it. There are plans! Charts! Parties to attend, celebrations to have, riots to honor! And No One is going to stop them.

Bigots can try, but they will fry. Tzzzt!

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ghostiiess · 11 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - coming out to seb!

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

pov: this is what i think your bestfriend seb would do if you did a coming out to him

warning: none

type: wholesome and super cute!

member: sebastian moy (i put seb as your best friend because i didn't want to influence your sexual orientation. maybe some people read me and are more attracted to women than men, or something like that so i decided to find it more appropriate to put seb as your best buddy, so that everyone can read this hc without feeling rejected or forgotten!)

happy pride month, everyone! may this month be fulfilled with joy and fun <3 i, myself, am in the lgbtq+ community (i'm pan!) and i thought it could be super cute to do a little post like that! know that you are valid and accepted here and that i'll never judge you for what you are or what/who you want to be!

just so it's clear, i took seb for this post, just because i wanted to. there's no other reason why i took him, so please don't think i chose seb for a certain reason, i just wanted to write this post about him bc i thought it'll be cute!! i don't mind doing the others members, but i think every members would have the same reactions as seb <3

so... you came out to seb

his face went to 😐 to 😯 to 😆

the sweetest guy omg

"omg, y/n!! that's so awesome!! i'm so happy for you!"

he couldn't stop smiling :(

"congrats!! i'm so proud and happy for you.. so happy you were enough comfortable and confident to tell me!"

(rest of the hc under the cut!)

he would hold your hand and like smile even wider

"you are so valid, y/n!! you have all my support! since when do you know it?"

the nicest supporter for you :(

he would thank you so so much

"thank you for trusting me with this.. i really appreciate it. i promise that nothing changed or will change between us. to me, you're still the same person i know.. except that now, i'll be watching every smirks of yours when a certain person will pass.." (example: if you're into womens, he'll check if you're looking at them and smirks)

bye he would tell all the members (only if you want to and are comfortable ofc!!)

"yeah, y/n's is [your sexual orientation/gender].. isn't that cool? LIKE ISNT SHE SO AMAZING, GUYS?!"

he would buy the flag 😭 he's so cute what-

no because in my head, sebastian would be like a bit confused because he doesn't know if he's doing too much or not

oh oh!! he would also buy you things related to your sexual orientation/gender

like mini bracelets if he find any or like keychains

"eh y/n!! check that mug, it have your flag on it! isn't it so cute?"

and if you are not comfortable showing to the world your orientation/gender, he would stop doing it or like keep doing it, but like give it to you in private or something like that

he know it can be hard to come out, so if you tell him to stop, he will. he do not want you to make you uncomfortable :/

he would do researches on your sexuality and how to support you to the fullest!

like if there's any special day in the month of june or if there's like any places or events that 'promote' this orientation.. like pride parade and everything.. he would drive you there (if you want and are comfortable to, ofc)!

no bc why am i thinking that seb would send you meme of that

like this one (the link is safe, it's only a meme picture)

or like this tiktok (the link is safe too!)

"did you see the meme i send you? IT WAS KINDA FUNNY, RIGHT?"

"the tiktok i sent you was so funny.. like lgbtqueue.. like they do a queue.. and lgbtQ.. do you get it?" (yes seb, we do)

this man would tease you sooo much

he'd be like "yo, this person behind you can't stop looking at you.. it's so cute"

and things like that, you know?

he'd create a playlist just for you

"for my bestie #slay"

and it would be like lgbtq+ song + (ofc) some weeknd songs bc it's seb we are talking about

lastly, i think seb would support you so so much and encourage you :(

like he's so sweet

and so kind

we all want a seb in our life

hope you guys liked it!!

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

bold can't be tagged :(

#ghostiiess #nsbheadcanons #northstarboys #north star boys #sebastianmoy #sebastian moy #sebmoy #seb moy #nsb #headcanons #headcanon #pride month #happy pride month #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq

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atths--twice · 2 years

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Photographing Beauty

What do you do when the person you care and worry about is in a toxic relationship? How do you show them the hurtful words they heard were lies?

This picture was posted on Twitter and all I could think was- what if it was Mulder as a photographer taking pictures of Scully? What if it was because she had been in a bad relationship and her self esteem had plummeted as a result?

Chapter One

Fox saw her come in out of the corner of his eye on Monday morning. Turning his head, he watched her take off her large black coat and hang it on the back of her chair. His eyes traveled over her, taking in her knee high black boots, dark plum tights, thigh length black dress and oversized bulky, black cardigan.

Her red hair was piled up in its usual bun, but was held in place by a hair stick he had not seen in awhile, the one with a decorative sword handle that always brought on a Princess Bride quote battle, both of them eventually laughing hysterically.

He longed to say something to engage her, but remained silent, observing her as she readied her workspace for the day. She turned on her computer with a sigh and walked over to the coffee pot as she waited for the computer to wake up.

Two black mugs with his logo, Fox Mulder Photography, were filled with coffee. To one she added two creams and one sugar, the other remaining black. She stirred them both, though she did not need to, her silver and black bracelets clinking together softly.

Rinsing the plastic spoon, she set it back into the rainbow colored mug he had brought back from the Pride parade in June where he had taken pictures. Sighing again, she walked over to his desk and set down his mug of coffee.

“Good morning,” she said quietly, not meeting his eyes.

“Good morning, Dana. Thank you,” he replied and then she did look at him and he drew in a breath as she turned back to her desk.

Though it had been brief, it was long enough for him to see that her eyes were red rimmed and puffy. He clenched his jaw, anger rising to the surface as he watched her sit down and open the appointment book on her screen.

That fucking asshole had made her cry again. He was such a piece of shit, not worth her tears and her heartache.

“The first client should be here in half an hour, Anna Struck and her daughter. I think she said it’s for new headshots,” Dana said quietly, and he now noticed how stuffy she sounded.

Such a fucking prick.

“Thanks,” he said with a nod, trying to relax and not let her hear his anger. “Hopefully it will be quick and easy this time, but you know how she can be.”

He waited to see how she would react. Anna Struck was a rather controlling client whom they had both vented about over a glass of wine many times after the studio had closed.

But that was before Tom. Before her red, puffy eyes. Before he worried about her every night when she left his studio.

“Yeah,” she answered, barely above a whisper.

He sighed and continued to watch her, observing the droop in her shoulders.

“You okay?” he dared to ask, knowing very well that she was not. He saw her stiffen, pausing in her movements.

“I’m fine,” she said, her tone clipped. “I’ll… I’ll go get the studio set up for the shoot.”

“Dana…” he said, softly imploring her, but she ignored him, quickly walking to the studio, her boots clicking across the hardwood floor, the door closing softly behind her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, shaking his head with a sigh. He rolled his neck as he leaned back in his chair, chastising himself for asking, but he needed to know.

He had to know.

She had come into the studio six months ago on a whim, interested in his photography, and had walked out with a job.

It had been a day when two appointments had overlapped and he was panicking to get them finished without one of the parties leaving in anger. The Carters were in for their annual family pictures and the Fosters had a new baby and were in for their first professional pictures to celebrate her arrival. He had offered them some snacks, apologizing that they would have to wait.

He had taken the Carters into the studio, cursing himself for his mistake. Fifteen minutes into it, he had heard crying in the lobby and then silence. Knowing the Fosters must have given up on him and left, he had resigned himself to finishing the task at hand with the Carters, all while composing a lengthy apology email in his head to the Fosters.

When he had shot the last photo, he had told the Carters to take their time joining him in the lobby, their children needing to change out of their fancy clothes.

Expecting to find the lobby empty, what he had found instead had shocked him.

There sat the Fosters, the mother calmly nursing the baby beneath a light pink cover up as the father searched through the diaper bag looking frazzled. Their toddler, three-year-old Brynn, sat on the floor beside a young woman with beautiful wavy red hair. She had a book open and was reading to her in a silly voice, Brynn laughing happily and asking for more.

Fox had stood stock still looking at them, until the redheaded woman had raised her head and grinned at him, which had propelled him forward. He had apologized profusely and Mr. Foster had waved him off with an understanding smile, claiming life with a toddler and a newborn had altered his idea of patience and to please not worry about it.

Ten minutes later, he had the Fosters in the studio, the entire shoot one of the easiest he had ever done. Brynn had been easygoing and followed directions well, happy to show off her new baby sister and her beautiful purple and gold fairy dress.

When he had finished their shoot, he had escorted them out and found the redheaded woman was still in the lobby looking at a magazine. Again she had smiled as he had said his goodbyes to the Fosters, Brynn waving her lollipop at him.

As soon as the door had shut, he had turned to the woman and she rose from the dark gray couch in the waiting area. She had grinned and stepped toward him with an outstretched hand, the nails of which were painted black with multicolored glitter.

“You can thank me now,” she had said and he had raised his eyebrows in surprise as he had clasped her hand.

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, so close,” she had teased. “I was looking for thank you. Go on, give it another go.”

He had laughed and nodded as he cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” he had said, shaking her hand and then letting it go. “Who are you?”

“Your new assistant. Which you desperately need, from what I’ve seen…” she had stated, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side.

“Hmm, interesting name,” he had mused, liking her instantly. “Kind of long, but…” She had laughed, rolled her eyes, and shaken her head.

“My name is Dana.”

“Oh, that will be much easier to remember. It’s nice to meet you, Dana.”

“Yes, it is.”

And thus had been the beginning of a partnership he had not known he was missing.

She had been there less than a week before things had begun to change. The studio had been rearranged and organized to her liking. She had decluttered and cleaned, double checking everything she did was okay with him. She had gone through his large and messy appointment book with a tsk and transferred it all to the new computer he bought for her. Everything had been color coded with time blocked between appointments for a quick break or lunch. He had been working on his own, running on empty most days, and suddenly he had time to breathe and focus on his work.

She had been exactly what he had been needing and by the end of the second week, he had fallen for her.

It would have been hard not to, if he was honest. She was beautiful, kind, sarcastic and sassy, quick and eager to learn and help. She also made him laugh and feel he could trust someone again. How could he not fall in love with her?

They had gotten along very well, finding they had similar senses of humor and personalities. Hanging out most nights after they closed the studio for the day, they had shared a drink and talked about the clients they had seen, along with nearly everything else. He had been working up the nerve to ask her to dinner for weeks, not sure how she would respond, when she had first brought him up.

Tom.

She had met him at a friend's party and they had hit it off right away. He was tall and funny, telling her stories that had made her laugh so hard, she had choked on the vodka she had been drinking and it came out her nose, burning like a bitch.

He had swept her off her feet, giving her gifts and taking her to nice dinners and clubs, always with VIP treatment. One such dinner had been at his family’s country club, which she had described in detail, down to the dishes and silverware, smiling dreamily. She had admitted to him though, that she had felt slightly out of place compared to the other women there, her style of dress not quite right, but she would get it right for the next time.

That had been one of the first red flags for Fox.

The way she had told him the story, it sounded like Tom, whose name he could only picture in snide and sarcastic italics, had not exactly been forthcoming about the location of the date, thus leaving her unprepared for the evening. When he had said as much, certain this man was bad for her, she had laughed and dismissed it as him simply forgetting to tell her.

But to Fox, it had not been funny. She seemed to not see the signs the way he had and he worried about her.

Their times together after work became obsolete as she now left as soon as the day was over, calling a cheery goodnight as she quickly ran out the door to meet Tom for something.

Had Fox been jealous? Sure as shit he had been, but it was more than that.

He had begun to notice a change in her mannerisms and how she dressed since meeting Tom. He knew people changed when in a relationship. Hell, he himself had done so when dating Tiffany three years back.

After that train wreck of a relationship had ended, with his heart and ego broken and ten thousand dollars in debt, he had promised himself to be more vigilant and aware of others. He kept his guard up and was wary of everything until it was proven he did not have to be otherwise.

When he had begun to see similar signs in Dana’s relationship, the way she changed her hair and dress from the rather eclectic outfits she wore, which Fox had always looked forward to seeing, to ones that were more mainstream, he had tried to say something.

“Oh…” she had said, fiddling with the buttons on the thin lilac cardigan she wore over an equally thin floral summer dress in the middle of winter. “I’m just trying something new. Tom said….”

At the mention of his name, Fox had bristled and stopped listening. Anything Tom had to say, he did not want to hear because Tom was an asshole and no one needed to know what assholes had to say.

What he had done instead, was make sure the studio was warm, despite running hot himself and feeling sweaty throughout appointments. He had seen her shiver once in that dress, which had not been appropriate for the weather outside, and that had been enough to keep the studio at a comfortable temperature for her.

Tom had come in one rainy afternoon, surprising both of them. Dana had hurriedly jumped up and gone to him, hugging him hello. She had introduced them and Fox had watched the way Tom sized him up, keeping his arm possessively around Dana as he had. She had looked uncomfortable, her eyes flitting between them often, but she had said nothing.

“I thought I’d take you to lunch,” Tom had stated, looking at Fox, as though daring him to say something. “We could go somewhere nice. You look… good. We should celebrate.”

“Oh,” Dana had said, glancing at Fox. “We already had lunch and there’s an appointment scheduled in ten minutes.”

“But you’re not the photographer, babe. You don’t need to be here. We’ll go get something to eat. I’m hungry and you can get a drink. Come on.” He had grabbed her hand and started for the door.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I need to… help with the shoot,” she had said, stopping him and looking back at Fox. “Right?”

He had looked at her and then Tom who waited with a knowing smile on his face. Fox had wanted to punch him, knock that smile clean off, but he had remained calm and exhaled a slow breath.

“I could spare you,” he had said and Tom had grinned as Fox’s hands clenched into fists.

“See? He doesn’t need you. Let’s go, babe.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t need her. I said I could spare her. For this appointment only. I need her for the next one, which is in an hour.”

“Then we’ll see you in an hour,” Tom had said, putting his arm around Dana, his hand placed just beneath her breast, which had made Fox clench his jaw. Dana had wiggled slightly, her cheeks flushing, but Tom did not seem to notice or care.

They had left and for ten minutes, Fox had paced, his anger palpable. He had sworn more in those minutes than any in his life, the Tiffany timeline included when he had held pages visual proof of the monetary damage she had done to him.

He had gone over the words Tom had said that needled at him. Telling her she looked… good, with that pause in between his words. As though she had not looked good in her dark jeans and maroon turtleneck, her hair in a long ponytail.

And celebrate? Celebrate what? That she had met his approval when he decided to stop by unannounced? As though he had needed to make sure she was living up to his standards even when he was not around?

“What a FUCKING asshole,” he had said, shaking his head and exhaling out a growl.

He had already not been keen on Tom and by the time he had calmed enough that he hoped the Klines did not notice his anger, he hated him.

His anger had been in check, but had ramped up again when Dana had not returned by the agreed upon hour. Fifteen minutes into the next session, she had come into the studio, flustered and apologetic, smiling at the client and avoiding Fox’s eyes. She had on a new dark gray sweater, one that was larger and not as form fitting. Her hair had been pulled back differently than when she had left, neater and tidier, and pinned up in a bun and his hatred for Tom grew.

That had been the beginning of a strain on his friendship with Dana. He had accepted her apology, for it had not been her fault, but he felt a shift begin.

Tom had begun to call at lunch time, Dana leaving the lobby to take the call, forgoing her food to speak to him, pacing around outside shivering, even though she wore her coat.

Fox’s hatred for him grew even more and he had become short with her, which he knew was unfair, but he could not help.

They discussed only work, speaking in short sentences with only pertinent information. He had hated pulling away from her, especially as he felt it began to bleed into the pictures he took, never finding them to his satisfaction. The clients had been happy though and that was what mattered most, even if he had felt the pictures were heavy and wrong.

Recently, he had caught her crying, or having just finished and trying to hide it. After that first gray sweater, she had begun to wear rather drab dark clothing that was too big for her and her hair was nearly always in a bun. Her work was not suffering, but he knew she was, though she would not speak to him about it.

Tom had begun to call more often and when she answered, Fox could hear anger in his words before she stepped outside. He would watch her pacing, trying to speak, but knowing he was cutting her off and not allowing her to do so.

When she came inside, she would go into the bathroom for a few minutes. They would not speak of it when she came out, sniffling and sad. He hated the pressing silence in the room where they used to tease one another and laugh.

Then, on Friday he had arrived at the studio to a voicemail saying she was feeling sick and needed to take the day off. He had not called her back, sending a text instead that he hoped she felt better soon. He knew she was not sick, but he would not pry, her life being her own.

But he had seethed internally the entire day and been less cheerful and patient with clients. He had drunk a bottle of vodka to numb his pain when he got home and had woken up with a raging headache on Saturday afternoon and felt hungover well into Sunday, from the alcohol and his worry.

A crash from the studio pulled him abruptly from his thoughts and he stood up, walking quickly across the room. Opening the door, he saw a large wooden bowl had broken into four pieces.

“I’m sorry,” Dana said, glancing at him as she bent to pick them up. “It slipped out of my hands.”

“It’s okay. It’s just a bowl.”

“Which you use all the time. I’ll buy you another one.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, shaking his head and sighing as he closed his eyes.

“I want to. It was my fault and I… ow!”

He opened his eyes and saw her holding her right hand and looking at her fingers.

“What happened?”

“I got a splinter. Christ, that hurts,” she said with a moan.

“Come on, I’ll get it out.”

“I can do it.”

“Dana…”

He sighed as he put out his hand to her and she looked up at him. Placing her left hand into his, he pulled her gently to her feet and led her to his work table.

“Sit down.”

“Fox, it’s-”

“Stop. Just… let me help you,” he said, harsher than he had intended and he exhaled, shaking his head.

He saw her glance at him quickly as he picked up his optivisor. Placing it on his head, he pulled it down and turned on the light, reaching for her hand.

“Should have it out soon,” he said, looking at her hand and easily finding the splinter in her index finger. “Yeah, it should be quick.” He opened the drawer and took out the tweezers he kept there along with some alcohol wipes.

“I can do it. I don’t need you-” she said, trying to take the tweezers from him, but he held tight to them.

“Hey,” he said, raising his head and looking into her eyes, which were huge through the magnified lenses. “I said that I got it. Just… just sit still. Jesus…” He shook his head and looked back down at her hand.

“Okay, Mr. Skipperdoo,” she said quietly, her shoulders drooping.

“What?” he asked, looking at her again, frowning and blinking in confusion. “Who?”

“Nothing,” she said, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile. “I’ll… I’ll show you later.” He blinked again and this time she did smile slightly, something he had not seen in a while and his frown deepened as he returned to his task.

He used an alcohol wipe on her finger, apologizing when she hissed from it stinging and used another on the tweezers. Holding her finger, he took his time, working at getting the splinter out as gently as he could.

“Hmm,” she winced and he apologized again. She sniffled and he looked up in surprise to find big tears sliding down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asked, pushing his visor up to see her easier. “I didn’t think I-”

“It’s not that. You didn’t hurt me,” she said, wiping her cheeks and taking a shaky breath. “You’re being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”

“What? Why would you-”

“I’ve been so awful to you recently,” she whispered, sniffling again. “I’m sorry. Sorry for how things have been. For how I’ve treated you.”

“Dana,” he said, still holding her finger gently. “You have nothing-”

“We broke up. Or I broke up with him,” she whispered, looking down and sighing. “You were right about him and I didn’t listen.” He watched her lip quiver, large tears spilling from her eyes, and his heart ached for her.

“Dana, I-”

“Hello!” a voice called from the lobby.

“Shit, that’s Mrs. Struck,” he whispered, groaning as he looked at his watch. “She still has ten minutes until her appointment. Why is she always so goddamn early?”

“Anyone hooooome?” Mrs. Struck called out and Fox rolled his eyes as Dana sniffled, wiping her eyes again.

“We’ll be with you in a minute, Mrs. Struck. Just taking care of something.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem, hon. I know we’re a little early. We’ll just make ourselves at home out here,” she called back, laughing her obnoxious loud laugh and Fox shook his head in annoyance. She really had a way of getting on his nerves.

“Fox, I can do it,” Dana said in a quiet voice. “You need to-”

“She can wait. This can’t.” He stared at her, nodding as he pulled the visor back down, signaling the end of the discussion, and continued working to get the splinter from her finger.

Reaching the tip of it, he squeezed the tweezers and pulled as she gasped. Placing it on the alcohol wipe, he nodded as he inspected it.

“There. All done.” He rubbed her finger softly, looking to be sure the splinter was in fact completely gone. “Yeah. I got it.” He took the visor off and turned off the light, setting it back onto the table.

“Thank you,” she whispered, rubbing her finger.

“You’re welcome.”

She looked up at him and sighed before standing up and walking to the bathroom and he closed his eyes briefly. He wiped the tweezers and put them away, threw out the trash, and carefully cleaned up the broken bowl. With a glance back at the bathroom, he sighed as he left the studio to greet Mrs. Struck.

_______

The rest of the morning was busy with appointments, not allowing them time to talk. Dana left for the post office and to run other errands at lunch time, leaving him time alone to think about the fact that she broke up with Tom.

He was exceedingly happy to hear it, but he was still worried about her. Worried how Tom had taken it and if she was safe from him. He did not believe he was ever physically abusive, but verbally for certain. He changed her, made her feel bad about herself, and for that, Fox hoped he suffered greatly.

To the pain. Forever.

The fucker.

Suddenly, he had an idea and he hurried through his slice of leftover pizza and opened a new file on his computer.

If he worked fast enough, he could have it done before Dana returned.

#Alternate Universe #Photography #Friendship #Unhealthy Relationships #Worry #Caring #Strained Relationships #Apologies

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tarlosweeklyprompts · 2 years

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Happy Pride! Thank you to everyone who participated in our very first challenge! Make sure to take some time and give all of our authors some love! They worked so hard this month and turned out so many amazing stories and WIPs! Absolutely wonderful content!

Remember you are responsible for your own media consumption. Read all posted warnings on the fic's.

Friday, June 1 / Prompt We're taking a queue from Rafa here. Today's prompt is: Carlos gets hurt while he's in route to the wedding and TK thinks that he's been stood up.

lonely isn't the word for this by @chaotictarlos

This journey has no expiration date by @tarlos-spain

Silence by @bubblesandroses8

In Route by @sivan325

Tarlos 24 Hour Challenge #1 by ElfinNevermore17

Wednesday, June 3/ Prompt: Coming Out

One future day by ElfinNevermore17

The magic of unexpected by @tarlos-spain

Coming Out by @sivan325

We’re a family, we will always have each other's backs!!! by @rangergurlgleek1211

Apologizes by @bubblesandroses8

Sunday June 5/ Prompt: Meet Cute / Meet Ugly - Carlos and TK meet for the first time at a pride parade. How does it happen?

Suddenly, flames everywhere by @tarlos-spain

Running Into You by ElfinNevermore17

Save a horse (Ride a cowboy) by @sivan325

Tuesday, June 7 / Prompt: "I don't know you but my ex is watching me, please pretend to be here with me?"

Save me tonight by @chaotictarlos

My boyfriend for a night by @tarlos-spain

Exes and Ohs (Lone Star) by ElfinNevermore17

Let's Talk About that Thong by @sivan325

Dances (Rated G-AU) by @bubblesandroses8

Thursday, June 9 / Prompt: AU where TK/Carlos has a crush on TK/Carlos but they assume that the other is straight until they see each other at a gay bar.

Broken Gaydar (Lone Star) by ElfinNevermore17

A nice surprise by @chaotictarlos

If I ever can tell how much I love you by @tarlos-spain

Obviously Taken by @sivan325

Saturday, June 11 / Prompt Michelle sets Carlos up on a blind date with a friend (TK) from work.

A Sister's Love by ElfinNevermore17

Blind Date by @chaotictarlos

Friend from work by @sivan325

Love is not blind but it leads to blindness by @tarlos-spain

Monday, June 13 / Prompt Carlos gets stood up on a first date that his friend arranged for him. TK is sitting at the next table and he also gets stood up.

Luck by @sivan325

Stood Up by @chaotictarlos

Darts by @bubblesandroses8

Benefit of the Doubt by ElfinNevermore17

Destiny wants up together by @tarlos-spain

Wednesday, June 15 / Prompt: AU where TK and Carlos both work as professors and their students set them up.

He Want the PhD by ElfinNevermore17

Took a gamble by @sivan325

First day of school by @tarlos-spain

Friday, June 17 / Prompt Friends to lovers

Have Courage and Be Kind by ElfinNevermore17

Say you'll be mine by @chaotictarlos

Stars by @bubblesandroses8

Sunday June 19/ Prompt: AU where TK and Carlos are both single parents who see each other every morning when they drop their kids off at daycare. They start chatting each morning, does it lead to something more?

for you, i'd fall by @chaotictarlos

Two ships by ElfinNevermore17

My Dad is a Superhero by @sivan325

First day of School by @tarlos-spain

how did we get here? by @detective-giggles

Tuesday, June 21 / Prompt New to Austin, TK finds a spot to go to when he feels overwhelmed and needs to be alone. He doesn't think anyone knows about it but one day after a bad call he goes there and finds Carlos there too.

Oasis of Release by ElfinNevermore17

Silver lining by @sivan325

My Safe Place by @tarlos-spain

Thursday, June 23 / Prompt: After trying to be together and it falling apart, TK and Carlos work now as coworkers seeing each other at scenes and sometimes at 126 hangouts. One night they end up hanging out a lone and they start thinking about the past and what could have been. Will they find their way back to each other?

It was always you by @chaotictarlos

Saturday, June 25 / Prompt: TK and Carlos have lived together in the same apartment building for a few years and have a somewhat passive aggress relationship with each other but are mostly civil. One day Carlos arrives at TK's door asking him to try a new hot sauce that he's made.

Neighbours by @tarlos-spain

Neighbors by @bubblesandroses8

Melt in One's Mouth by @sivan325

Monday, June 27 / Prompt: TK brings home another pet but "forgets" to tell Carlos about it. What's the pet and how does Carlos react when he finds it?

Blaze to your heart by @sivan325

A new member of the family by @tarlos-spain

Sharing is Caring by ElfinNevermore17

Wednesday, June 29 / Prompt: TK and Carlos have been pen pals for years and have fallen in love with each over the letters that they've written. What happens when they get the chance to meet in person?

With love, your soulmate by @chaotictarlos

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jinxxedmisery · 10 months

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I just wanted to come here and say, I'm sorry I haven't been active lately.

I haven't gotten around to requests in like months.. thankfully only one is in my inbox right now.

I also haven't been doing a lot of art.. things have happened which I will vent about... because my therapy appointment is over a month away and where else can I vent if not tumblr..

Tw mental health stuff, general health stuff, transphobia, relationship drama.

So happy Pride Month... it's nearly over, I know.. but oh well. Like a lot of people are saying, this pride month feels different.. less safe.. I came out as nonbinary to my family last year and started socially transitioning and I have known I was pansexual since 14.... so this stuff kinda hits hard.,

Even being in Canada it's scary seeing all this hate.. it's not as bad here.. but haha.. I happen to live in Alberta.. half the population here is homophobic, godfearing, truckers, cowboys, and farmers.... so I feel a sense of danger every time I'm open about it..

I went to a parade in my town.. we have a yearly event in June.. it's not pride.. but I kinda treat it as a form of pride.. I wore my pronoun pin badge I bought shortly after I came out. One of the town four churches has a Vacation Bible School program and a woman who is a pastor's wife always every year comes up to me and tells me she wants me to volunteer to help them out and kinda forces me to take an info packet....

Yeah.. this year she looked directly at my pin badge and talked to my parents instead basically pretending I didn't exist which was kinda funny and a huge relief.. hope this stops her from bothering me In the future... I did notice a few people look at it as well and like body block their child... which was so stupid.. istg conservatives think we're the boogeyman or some shit. Also kept getting misgendered... some lady who knew me from my childhood says "oh you've grown into such a beautiful young lady" and I straight up felt ill..

Anyway.. during that event my mother had a medical emergency.. she had a mini stroke.. my mom was very confused wasn't aware of her surroundings.. she's normally super resistant to going to the hospital and will fight you.. but she was so confused she got up, got her shoes on and got into the car and walked into the hospital without a fight...later she nearly punched me in the face while we were trying to hold her down so the nurses could get an IV in.. (they don't have daytime security at the local hospital and they don't have restraints) she said she doesn't remember any of it..,

As for my relationship.. I still have a boyfriend.. he's been pretty busy with work though.. his boss moved him to a super inconvenient schedule 3pm to 9pm.. every single day, no days off..

He's also had so much trouble with his car that it's not even funny. It's all been the coolant.. he thinks he's fixed it though so.. I'm hoping that won't be an issue as much.

So it's been hard for us (especially me.., because.. like my last relationship ended shortly after my ex couldn't make it out to see me.., he did finally admit it was excuses so.. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was afraid of that happening again) but we're enduring it.. he's a sweetheart and has been making time to talk to me after work almost every night until he gets too tired to continue..

It helps a lot.. he makes me feel wanted and he is trying his best to make it work so we can see eachother in person 😊he'll be coming out tomorrow morning and staying until 1pm.. we only get 2 hrs together but it's fine.. any amount of time with him that I get is worth it.

I promised him one day if he's able to visit for longer we'll watch Heathers: The Musical and get slushies... mountain dew, cherry or lime flavored ofc (iykyk) he's into that idea thankfully lol..

it's a requirement that everyone in my life watches Heathers at least once... I've seen it so many times I could almost recite the entire thing... 🤭

But that's all for now, when I get the motivation I will write requests!

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Pride Month and Rainbow Flags

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Pride Month and Rainbow Flags

It’s June! That means for some people it’s “Pride Month.” The LGBQ-lmnop people, I just heard, also confiscated the month of October for LGBQ-etc. “History Month.”

Pride Month is Every Month for Christians

We don’t just celebrate Jesus in June every year. We celebrate Him every month; every day of every month of every year. Our History starts in Genesis, in the Bible, when God created man and woman, Adam and Eve.

Two of our top-selling t-shirts are probably best worn during the month of June, or “pride month,” just to remind people that God gave us the Rainbow long, long, long before it was taken as a symbol of LGBQ-etc. “pride.”

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The Origin of LGBTQ-etc Self-Flattery

The “gay pride flag” or rainbow flag first flew in June 1978 during the “Gay Freedom Day Parade” in San Francisco, CA. Can you imagine showing up at one of these events wearing one of our t-shirts?

No, people. The gay community did not invent the rainbow. The meaning of the rainbow is not inclusivity or pride in being gay, lesbian, trans or whatever. That’s just the secular or godless meaning of that beautifully colored arc. It’s a symbol created by God after He flooded the earth, destroying all of His creations.

The rainbow shown brightly over Noah’s Ark once the rains stopped as God’s promise that He would never again destroy the earth by flood.

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I doubt that the LGBT-etc. community would pass God’s test today, not even during pride month. Their community more closely resembles that of Soddom and Gomorrah in Genesis, cities that God destroyed due to their wickedness, which included incest, homosexuality, and rape, just to name a few.

Genesis 19:24-25 “Then the Lord rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, from the Lord out of the heavens. So He overthrew those cities, all the plain, all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground… But his wife looked back behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.”

Whenever I see the rainbow used as a symbol of “gay pride,” I just think of three words I learned in Sunday School. “Remember Lot’s wife.”

Luke 17:31-32 “In that day, he who is on the housetop, and his [a]goods are in the house, let him not come down to take them away. And likewise the one who is in the field, let him not turn back. 32 Remember Lot’s wife.”

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a different lover is not a sin

or: 5 times Dean didn't go to Pride + 1 time he did

Happy @starrynightdeancas gift exchange posting day!!! This one's for the wonderful and talented @andzia267 !!! Sending you all the hugs and good vibes, and I hope you enjoy it! And thank you Sophie for hosting all this, you're a rock star! <3

Read on ao3 or below / 5.5k words

CW: homophobia, queer used as a slur, john winchester being an asshole

1 - 1994

Dean was fifteen years old when he found out that being gay was something people could be proud of. It was early in the morning, they'd left their motel about 20 minutes before, and Sammy had fallen asleep in the backseat. The sun was just starting to completely show over the horizon, and they were driving through– or rather, struggling to get out of– Phoenix on their way to a possible poltergeist in Tucson. Every street they tried to take was blocked for the big event, and dozens of people already lined the sidewalks with colorful outfits and signs.

"Fuckin' queers," John grumbled in the seat next to him. "Never should'a thrown that damn brick."

Big banners overhead displayed "Stonewall 25: A Global Celebration of Pride". Dean made a mental note to hit up a library once they got to Tucson to look that up, "Stonewall". In the meantime, he was mesmerized staring out the window. Guys held hands, women kissed, everyone was practically vibrating with excitement. A black man in heels and a wig caught his gaze through the window and waved. Dean started to wave back, but his hand was harshly swatted back down.

"Do not," John said. "Don’t talk to them, don’t even look at ‘em. These people are sick in the head."

Dean focused his gaze on his lap until they were out of the city, and his mind wandered back to the gas station they stopped at the day before. He thought of the guy at the cash register that called him "cutie" and winked at him as he bought a candy bar for Sammy and beers for Dad with his fake ID. By Dad’s logic– which Dean trusted, of course–, that cashier, that queer, must've been sick in the head.

Then Dean remembered how his heart sped up, how his ears got hot, and how for a second he let himself think the cashier was kinda cute too. He realized he must also be sick in the head, and the thought was making him feel actually, physically sick. He felt like throwing up. Dad could never know.

Dean was fifteen years old when he learned that being gay actually wasn't something to be proud of.

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2 - 2000

Dean was 21 years old when he learned the word “bisexual”. Dad had caught word of a ghoul case in lower Manhattan and sent Dean to take care of it. It was starting to get too hot and the streets were too crowded, but Dean was mostly glad to get a break from the constant fighting between Dad and Sammy.

Except it was June, and every time he turned a corner, there they were. The Pride parade flyers.

The second he spotted a rainbow he averted his gaze. He turned another corner and spotted another one. He avoided reading them at all costs. He heard Dad’s voice. Sick. Sick in the head.

For years now Dean had pretended he wasn’t sick. He pretended to not stare at Patrick Swayze too much whenever Dirty Dancing played on TV. He pretended like he didn't imagine what it would be like to kiss a guy, what stubble would feel like against his lips if he ever did.

He liked women. He could stick to women. He could live his whole life like that. And that meant he wasn’t totally sick, right? He wasn’t gay -gay if he liked girls.

But then what the hell was he? Would he even belong at one of these Pride things if he wanted to? He was probably a freak of nature. Even sicker than the rest of the bunch.

Curiosity got the best of him. He spared a glance at one of the flyers as he waited to cross the street.

Gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transexuals, ALL WELCOME

“Are you gonna go?” A voice next to him asked. ”It’s next weekend.” He was blond, pale, and a bit shorter than Dean.

“What? No! I don't swing that way,” Dean said, a bit too quickly and with too much bite.

The guy looked him up and down with a frown. “Geez, alright. Just askin’.”

He started to walk away, and Dean spoke up before he could stop himself.

“Hey man, wait.”

The guy stopped walking.

“Sorry, can I ask you something? Assuming you... know about this stuff?”

He seemed exasperated, but he turned anyway, willing to hear Dean out. Dean licked his lips, rubbed at the back of his neck, swallowed nervously. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, asking a stranger on the street about something so personal. At least the chances of meeting this person ever again were close to none.

“What’s bisexual?”

The guy’s features softened a bit. He seemed to understand something about Dean that so far Dean refused to acknowledge.

“It means you’re into more than one gender. And yes, you can do that,” the guy said. He flashed Dean a tight smile and then disappeared into the crowd.

Dean felt his hands go numb and balled them into fists, shoving them in his pockets. He took a deep breath through his nose. The guy said you. You are. You can.

The guy didn’t know what he was talking about. He knew nothing about Dean. He was wrong.

Or maybe he was right.

But he couldn’t be.

Dean couldn’t be… that.

Dean was 21 years old when he decided he wasn’t bisexual. He wasn’t anything. He was also 21 when he solved a case in record time (two days), just so he could book it out of New York before the next weekend arrived.

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3 - 2004

By the time he was 25 years old, Dean knew he was bi. He hated it, he never spoke about it, and he ignored it as much as he could, but he was aware of it. And he knew he was bi because, at 25 years old, he’d already gone through two serious breakups, and they both equally sucked.

The first was Lee. He hunted with Dean and John for about a year, the second half of which Dean and Lee spent sneaking around and hooking up behind John’s back. It was fun, and hot, and exciting, and some of the best hookups he’d had up until that point in his life were with Lee.

But the thing is that it wasn’t just hooking up. They were close, and Dean liked him. A lot. They kissed for the first time after a particularly scary werewolf hunt in which Dean almost died, but John was more preoccupied with the mostly-unharmed victim than his own son. Dean and Lee rode in the backseat, bruised, bloody, and quiet. When John went to walk the victim up to her apartment, Lee reached over and placed a hand on Dean’s back, asking him if he was okay. Dean fell into Lee’s arms, and they kissed as they pulled away from the embrace, soft and comforting. It was Dean’s first kiss with a guy.

Lee was a lot of firsts for Dean over the next few months. But then John almost caught them once, drunk and making out in the Impala.

And then that case in Arizona went wrong, and Lee just couldn’t take it anymore. He packed up, swore off hunting, hugged Dean goodbye, and left him in the dust.

Dean needed to clear his head after that. He could barely look his dad in the eye after that close call, couldn't let him see the sorrow he was feeling. With every interaction, he imagined how John would yell at him, probably try to beat it out of him, if he noticed all he was feeling over Lee. Or worse, John could ignore him, practically disown him like he did Sam.

So he also packed up and left. Went hunting on his own for a while.

It was on one of those hunts that he met Cassie, and she was yet another handful of firsts for Dean over the course of a few months. She was amazing, and he fell hard and fast, but of course that went up in flames too.

Then again, he should've known better than to be honest. Honesty only ever got him in trouble.

He’d just left her back in Ohio and was working at a bar in Indianapolis for a few weeks to make some cash. He’d eventually meet back up with Dad. He just couldn’t right now. Not with Sam gone to college. Not after getting his heart broken twice over within a year.

He was hyper-aware of the end of June approaching. He knew it was coming, Indy had a pretty big celebration, and he made sure to be working all day that day so he wouldn't have to face it.

That was pointless, though. Toward the end of the day, a big group of about ten or twelve people who were clearly coming from the parade stumbled into the bar. One of them was apparently the owner’s little sister and they went there every year after the celebrations. They were loud, and obnoxious, and looked incredibly happy. Their happiness was contagious, and Dean loved serving them. He chatted them up, got to know them a bit, and heard all about the parade, all while staring down anyone at the bar who dared look their way with even the slightest stink eye.

But watching them that happy and comfortable, seeing not one, but two pairs of guys sloppily leaning against each other and sharing the occasional kiss while none of their friends seemed to bat an eye… something in Dean ached. Deeply.

Dean was 25 years old when he realized that a small part of him kind of, sort of, wanted to be part of this community. He couldn’t though. Not if he wanted to be on good terms with Dad. Not if he aimed to be the man Dad wanted him to be.

He left Indianapolis the next day.

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4 - 2008

Dean was 29 years old and on his own personal highway to hell when he learned his brother went to a Pride parade before he ever did. They were driving through San José, the streets were lined with ads for Silicon Valley Pride, and Sam just casually decided to mention how fun it was the last time he went.

Thankfully they were at a red light, or else Dean probably would’ve slammed the breaks. He twisted to look at Sam head-on, his arm on the back of the seat.

“You what ?” he gawked.

Sam shrugged innocently. “What?”

“You went to one of these Pride things?”

“Yeah, dude.”

Dean’s brain was just trying and failing to load. “Why?” he finally asked.

“Jessica was in the GSA and some friends invited us. It was awesome.”

“She was in the what?”

“The G. S. A.,” Sam answered slowly. “Gay-Straight Alliance.”

“Oh.” Whatever that is, Dean thought. He kept eyeing the flyers. It was tomorrow.

“Green.”

“What?”

“Light’s green. Green means go.”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

He kept driving and turned up the radio. Somebody To Love was playing, and as much as he liked Queen, he had to change the station. He tried to picture his little brother (his straight little brother) wearing rainbow face paint and having the time of his life at this thing. How come Sammy got to go when Dean could barely entertain the idea? Dean was the not-straight one. It wasn’t fair.

He channeled his jealousy into gripping the steering wheel.

“You okay, Dean?”

“Yeah.” No. “Yeah, m’fine.”

Dean was 29 years old when he died and went to hell without ever having gone to a Pride parade, knowing that his idiot ( straight! ) little brother already had.

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5 - 2014

Dean was alive again and 35 years old (75, if you count hell) when he was formally invited to a Pride parade for the first time. It was a couple of days after that whole mess with Cas in Lucifer’s crypt, and he called Charlie. He just wanted to hear her voice, needed to know he was still on good terms with at least one of his best friends.

“So anyway,” Charlie said after a while of recounting what she’d been up to. "How single are you right now? My answer is: miserably."

Dean chuckled. Then he thought of Cas, and the smile disappeared. "Yeah, you and me both, sister."

“Would you mind coming with me to this thing next month? Going alone kinda sucks.”

Dean put the phone on speaker and placed it on the library table as he sat down with a beer. “What’s the thing?”

“Pride.”

Dean was glad no one was around to see him almost choke on his drink.

“You good?”

“Yeah, what was that?”

“Pride parade. Don’t have anyone to go with this year.”

“Why uh… Why? Why me?”

She knows.

“I dunno.”

She knows she knows she knows.

“You’re my friend, Dean. Thought maybe you might be interested. But never mind, I guess.”

And while all the alarms in Dean's head were blaring danger danger danger abort, he also hated to hear Charlie so disappointed.

“Hey, no, listen, Charlie, I… I would. Really. You know I support you, wholeheartedly." And that's obviously the only reason I would want to go. "But with Sam doing these trials, and Cas on the run with the angel tablet–”

“It’s okay Dean, I get it. Talk to you soon?”

“Yeah.”

And she hung up.

Dean knew, at this point, that there was nothing wrong with being queer. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, and it sure as hell didn’t mean you were wrong in the head or whatever.

But years of pretending to be a false version of yourself in an effort to please a man who was impossible to please wasn’t exactly an easy habit to break. As much as he wished it didn't, as much as he wished he could just exist, the thought of anyone finding out still made him sick to the stomach.

John’s voice still echoed in his ears. His words still drove Dean’s sense of self-worth and so many of his decisions. He tried to never stare at a good-looking guy for too long. He tried to not get too into it with Benny. He tried to keep his feelings for Cas at bay, tried to keep him at arm's length, tried to keep the fact that he was in love (deeply, stupidly in love) as close to his chest as he could.

Even that night at the crypt choking out the words to get through to Cas, he couldn’t bring himself to say what he meant. I love you, he’d wanted to say, because it was the truth. What came out, however, was I need you. And he did, he needed Cas more than air, but it wasn't quite everything.

It still got his heart split in two.

Was he so far gone over Cas that he couldn’t hide it? Had he been trying so hard and failing just as miserably this whole time? Was his attraction to dudes that obvious? Or did Charlie just have a sixth sense for this kinda thing?

It was probably the last one. He hoped it was.

Cas knew, for sure. Angels knew everything right? They could read minds, feel longing, or whatever. And if none of that ever tipped him off, well, Dean put it all on the line back in that crypt. He told Cas how he felt, told him he needed him, tried putting himself out there, and it got him left. Again. With Dean, it was always leave-or-get-left when it came to love. He was tired of it.

Dean was 35 years old, desperately in love with his best friend, and truly heartbroken for the third time in his life, when his other best friend– an out and proud lesbian– gave him a chance to go to Pride, to break through his shell, to finally embrace himself as he was; but because he was practically living in the closet, he couldn’t seem to find the handle after so many years of purposefully ignoring its existence, and he missed his chance. Besides, what was the point of going to a celebration of love without the love of his life by his side?

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+1 - 2021

Dean is now 42 years old and the happiest he’s ever been. The love of his life? Cas? Turns out he’s felt the same way all along. They're kind of together now, and slowly but surely they’re working through a decade’s worth of shit.

They’ve been raising a kid together too, along with Sam and Eileen, and that kid is also God. After saving the world and whatnot, Jack decided to bring back some of their friends and family that died over the years: Mary, Kevin, Charlie. Yes, there are two Charlies now, but it’s not as confusing as you’d expect. (One is from another dimension, and the other one is Dean’s little sister. Simple.) Mary’s off hunting most of the time and Kevin’s applying to college.

They’ve got extended family now too, Jody and the girls. OG Charlie is staying with them for now, while she finds her footing. Most of that household is queer. Most of Dean's household is queer as well, actually. Turns out both Jack and Eileen are non-binary, Cas is gay in the broader sense of the word, and Dean…

Dean is bi. And everyone knows now.

Apparently, a lot of people had known for a long time. Sam has known since the siren back in ‘09 (even though Dean stands by the fact that it wasn’t like that, Sammy ), and everyone has slowly picked up on his and Cas’s thing over the years, so there’s that.

He still feels a bit weird about it. About calling Cas his boyfriend, about having the freedom to hold his hand in public, about the fact that they now have goddamn pride flags hung around the bunker. He feels even weirder about the fact that John’s voice in his head is now drowned out by the sounds of his home life, more lively and supportive than he ever expected to have.

He wasn’t expecting any of this, he didn’t think everything would change so fast. But when you spend the better part of your life pushing down such a huge part of you and then finally give yourself an out, a chance to show the people who love you who you really are, everything just... follows.

Love follows. Acceptance follows. Family follows. And he wasn’t really expecting any of it.

He certainly doesn’t expect it when Cas walks into the library after his weekly Thursday evening call with Claire and announces, matter-of-factly and with air quotes, “We’re going to "Pride" this weekend.”

Dean’s stomach drops. It’s the Sioux Falls Pride Parade and Festival, it’s in two days, and they’re leaving tomorrow to spend the night at Jody’s so they can all be there bright and early Saturday morning. Everyone immediately starts bustling about, packing and planning outfits and gathering flags to bring with them.

Dean just goes to his room– his and Cas’s now– to pack a small duffle.

Well, he means to. Instead, he takes out the duffle from the closet, puts it on the bed, and sits next to it for a while. An hour goes by. He thinks back to all those times he had brushes with one of these things and was just never in the right mindset. He’s not even sure he’s in the right mindset now, but he’s going. It’s happening.

“Jack’s all ready to go,” Cas says when he walks in. “We spent about half an hour putting together an outfit for Saturday. He wanted it to be as colorful as possible.”

Dean smiles, but it’s not all there. He looks at the empty duffle next to him.

“Yeah, I might need some help with that myself.”

Cas is in sweats and a hoodie. Yes it’s June, yes it’s hot, but he’s a quasi-angel, and the way he experiences the world Dean will never be able to wrap his head around. He walks over and stands in front of Dean, running a hand through his hair and down the side of his face until he’s cupping Dean’s jaw. Dean takes Cas’s hand and leaves a few kisses on the inside of his wrist, closing his eyes as he does.

Cas regards the empty bag and hums quietly, as if in thought, before walking over to their closet. Dean chases his hand, holding onto it until he’s completely out of reach. Cas starts searching, and Dean’s stomach knots more and more with each clang of the hangers. Cas finally pulls out a flannel from its hanger– purple with hints of blue and pink– and tosses it over. Dean can’t believe he didn’t think of it first.

They continue to pack in comfortable silence before changing and getting into bed. Dean doesn’t flop onto his stomach or cuddle into Cas’s side as he usually does; instead, he lies on his back and stares at the ceiling in a daze.

“Dean?” Cas’s voice snaps him out of it.

Dean turns his head and asks, automatically, “You okay?”

It’s a habit by now, asking each other that question. It’s part of the working-through-a-decade’s-worth-of-shit thing they’re doing. Turns out they share a whole lot of trauma. They share worries and insecurities. They share nightmares sometimes, mostly about the Empty.

“I’m okay,” Cas says, putting his hand on top of Dean’s heart for him to hold, and Dean can breathe a little easier.

“You nervous about this thing?” Dean asks, interlocking their fingers.

“The parade? No, not really.”

And then, because he's been working on communicating how he's feeling out loud or whatever, Dean looks back up at the ceiling and says, "I am. Kinda."

He feels Cas shifting and propping himself up on his elbow, and then he's in Dean's line of sight. Dean's gaze is drawn to him, like all of him has been since the moment they met, and Dean can't believe he just has this now. He has a boyfriend, and it's Cas, and he's looking down at Dean with stars in his eyes and a comforting smile that actually works because it's Cas.

And then Cas is leaning down and softly pressing their lips together, and that's also something Dean can’t believe he gets to do: kiss Cas good morning and good night and at any moment in between, kiss him I'm sorry, kiss him we're going to be okay, kiss him I love you.

"I love you too, Dean," Cas says once they've pulled away, and Dean didn't even realize he'd said it out loud, but it doesn't matter. "And you don't need to be nervous. I'll be there with you."

The thought should be a thousand times more nerve-wracking, not just going to Pride but going to Pride with Cas on his arm. It's not nerve-wracking at all, and he soon drifts off to sleep.

Friday goes by faster than it should. The six-hour drive to Sioux Falls, although packed in a car with five people, goes by in a blink. They stop for provisions before getting to Jody's, filling up on backpacks' worth of snacks.

They get to the house and are met with endless hugs and excitement to match. Patience, Alex, and Jody are already working on dinner for the bunch, while Charlie, Donna, and Kaia are running around prepping for the next day and dragging along a hesitant but nevertheless happy Claire. Dinner is chaotic and loud and there are way too many people at the table, and Dean has to step outside after a while.

He sits on the back porch steps. Claire joins him. She's holding a beer, he's not. He hasn't been drinking for a few months now. They don't talk, but she leans her head on his shoulder and they stay there a while, looking at the stars.

When they go back inside, Claire sits back down in her spot at Cas's left, across the table from Dean, and leans on his shoulder for a while too. It's her way of saying she cares, of saying I missed you without really saying it. Jack sits at Cas's right, talking excitedly with Patience about some tv show or other, and the image fills Dean with such fondness that he reaches over with his foot, presses it to Cas's ankle, and keeps it there for the rest of the night.

Dean, Cas, Jack, Sam, and Eileen spend the night spread out around in the living area while the girls sleep in their respective rooms, and Dean is only slightly less nervous as he falls asleep holding Cas’s hand.

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The nerves all come flooding back as he’s parking the Impala the next morning.

They’re not able to get even remotely close to Phillips Avenue since the streets are so full. They park the three cars that all twelve of them came in as close as they can and then have to walk for another twenty minutes. From blocks and blocks away, people walk and holler and greet them excitedly, many of them trying to circle this swarm of flanneled individuals that are taking up a whole sidewalk. Granted, Dean and Claire are the only ones in their usual kind of outfit. The rest of the bunch is wearing as many colors as they could compile from their closets, half of them are wearing face paint, and the other half are carrying an assortment of pride flags.

They fit right in.

The walk toward the main avenue of the parade is kind of a blur for Dean. He knows he waved at a few people, some friends of Alex from high school joined the group at some point, and Jack already grabbed a snack from his backpack.

The actual parade is also kind of hazy. Getting out of the house that morning had been probably even more chaotic than the night before, so they’re a bit late and the parade has already been going for a good half hour. On top of that, they accidentally merge into it not quite at the starting point but a bit further down the road, in between a decked-out pickup truck and a group of people with dogs. Music is blaring, the dogs are all barking, a big float rides a few yards in front of them, and hundreds stand on the sidewalks recording on their phones and cheering them along.

Dean’s not sure they’re even supposed to be in the actual parade. Maybe they’re supposed to be on the sidewalks? Is this right? What is happening, what is he even doing here?

He doesn’t notice how heavy he’s breathing until Cas is squeezing his hand and beckoning him to meet his eyes. He does, and the blue in them, as imposing as the Atlantic, drowns out everything else around them. “You’re okay, my love,” Cas says. It’s a fact. As long as Dean is with him, he’s okay.

On his other side, Dean feels someone link their arm around his. It’s Charlie, and she’s beaming at them, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. It brings Dean back to reality, grounds him, but he’s okay now. He’s not alone, and he’s meant to be here.

He’s proud to be here.

The parade leads up to a sloping park, and at the lowest point of it, there’s a stage where Dean assumes someone will MC for the afternoon, or maybe perform. It’s grandiose in its simplicity, kind of like a Greek theater, with everyone settling down on the grass around it, expectantly.

“We’ll be right back,” Dean hears Sam say, and he turns to find they’re all set to spend the afternoon, towels laid and backpacks off (save for his). “Jack wants to go meet the drag queens,” Sam says with just a bit too much glee before he and Jack take off.

“It’s not just Jack,” Eileen smiles and follows.

Cas is already sitting, eating one of the PB&Js he packed as lunches for everyone. Jody and Donna are settling down as well and Charlie’s taking a dozen pictures, but the rest of the girls are all standing. “We’re gonna go check out the vendors,” Claire announces, and they start to take off as well.

“Be careful, please!” Dean calls after them, but they pay him no mind. He turns to Charlie. “Hey, your majesty, keep an eye on them will you?”

She smiles, bows gracefully, and heads in the same direction.

Jody stands and grabs Dean by the arm, beckoning him to talk in private for a second.

“What’s up?”

If Dean knows Jody at all, and he does, they’re on the brink of a mom talk.

“Look around, Dean.”

“What for?”

“Just look,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Please?”

So, at her request, Dean starts taking in the environment. Now that everyone is gathered, he can actually see all the people that came out (heh) for the event. There are church groups, pet shelters, skateboarders, and rollerskaters. Drag queens are already taking pictures by the stage, and at least two people are wearing unicorn heads. A few vendors’ tents and food trucks surround the park, and rainbows completely dominate the scenery. There are elders, and kids, and all kinds of families and couples, and everyone looks… happy. Free.

And Dean is here with them. He is one of them.

There’s no danger, no monsters of any kind. No one to judge him, hurt him, call him sick in the head.

He finds Claire’s blonde head amongst the sea of shoppers at the edge of the park. She’s holding hands with Kaia and has one of the biggest smiles Dean has ever seen on her face. There’s no shame in it, and she’s not in any danger either. Things are different now, and she has the freedom to be herself that he never had at her age.

He has it now too. He can be himself.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s about to cry until Jody pulls him down into a hug.

“Dean, I am so proud of you.”

And then he cries.

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They spend the afternoon laying on the grass, eating, drinking, and enjoying the festivities. The girls come back from the vendors’ tents after a full hour, and most of the bags on their arms are Charlie’s. She gets Cas a mug that says bee yourself in rainbow colors with an image of a cartoon bee, and she gets Dean a button pin that says AC/DC in pink and blue. There’s a meaning behind that apparently, and Dean decides he’ll look it up later.

Jack memorizes all the drag queen’s names. Donna takes a million pictures. They trade numbers with a few people.

There’s a big fireworks show just after sundown. It starts to get windy and a bit chilly, so Dean grabs the nearest pride flag and wraps it around himself. Cas, the perpetual freak who just doesn’t feel temperature apparently, is wearing a t-shirt and shorts and smiling at him unabashedly.

“What?”

“That’s the bisexual flag.”

So it is. “Shut up,” Dean says, but he’s smiling too. “You want in on this?”

He doesn’t wait for Cas to respond before he wraps it around his shoulders as well. The fireworks continue.

“You know,” Cas says after a beat. “As beautiful as they are, pyrotechnics are extremely damaging to the environment.”

Dean can’t help but laugh because of course, Cas would say something like that in a moment like this. He laughs and laughs and regrets being the only one to have heard that; then again, he’s the only one who could’ve found that funny.

He laughs a bit more, wipes a tear, and sees that Cas is still just solemnly watching the show.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He replies and then turns his head.

Dean wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him so bad. Then he remembers where he is, physically and in his life right now, realizes whom he’s surrounded by at this very second, and decides that he can.

So he does. It’s not unlike the way he kissed Cas when they rescued him from the Empty. Granted, there’s less sweat, blood, adrenaline. But just like that day, they’re both on the ground, and the gesture catches Cas by surprise. Just like that day, Dean pulls Cas in gently by the back of his neck and there’s no hesitance or fear. Just like that day, he just does it, presses their lips firmly together, and relishes in the taste of Castiel, in the feeling of the person he loves most in this world kissing him back.

The one big difference is this: that day marked the beginning of the rest of his life. Today? Today is just Dean’s first Pride.

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cybertronian-cupid · 3 years

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💙TFP Autobots💙

Pride headcanons: S/O that is out and proud

Optimus - He is happy for them and takes great joy in knowing they feel safe enough to share something that means so much to them with the rest of the world. He is even happier when he hears just how many others like them they were able to meet and how much fun they had. He drives with a pride flag, and after the month is over asks his S/O to place a sticker of their flag near his steering wheel. He is already planning to ask Agent Fowler and June in assisting him with being able to participate in a future event. How? They'll figure something out, there has to be things the event planners might need a truck to transport.

Ratchet - He gets a miniature pride flag to fly on his antena and will make sure his S/O is properly packed for any activities they go to. Will be thinking of ways to become an on-site medic with the help of June for the next parade his S/O goes to.

Arcee - She sticks a pride sticker on herself and spends the whole day having fun with her S/O. She might've gotten a bit competitive with someone that tried to flirt with her S/O, so the people who organized the event will be on the lookout for Saddie and her partner.

Cliffjumper - He finds a way to tie the pride flag to his alt, and wears it as a hankerchief when in bot mode. He considers wearing it even after the month is over and does. When going to any events with his S/O, his holoform is in Pride Cowboy getup, and the two of them will have a wild ride.

Bumblebee - He goes with them to events. Slaps a sticker on his forehead, gets some car decals and hands them out to the rest of the team when he returns to the base.

Bulkhead - He makes sure they are well packed before the two of them leave for any events. He's iffy about going at first, since he's a klutz even in holoform. Has a good time with his S/O and is happy to see them so happy. Definitely plans on bringing the trouble trio along to the next event.

Wheeljack - He has a pride flag and he smacks a sticker on too. He'd go with his S/O to events, but wouldn't stay around the crowds for long. He parks in a way that he doesn't have a problem looking after his S/O in case of trouble, so when he gets overwhelmed by the amount of activity he can kiss them and say "he'll wait for them in the car."

Ultra Magnus - He'd love to learn more about the history of Pride and what his S/O identifies as. If he finds a way to accompany them, he will need a schedule of the events and panels if there are any. He wouldn't be able to near other humans for long, but would treasure the experience and seeing his S/O so happy.

Smokescreen - He'd be very excited to go with them to any events and would in fact stick every possible pride sticker onto his alt. He has slight regrets when he and his S/O return to base and he learns the difference between human stickers and car decals.

#pride headcanons #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp cliffjumper #tfp bumblebee #tfp bulkhead #tfp wheeljack #tfp ultra magnus #tfp smokescreen

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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Ok, so I mentioned I in june want to have a pride prompts writing month. The thing is, it's not the easiest writing pride-themed prompts. It would have been easier if I had a "one queer ship every day", but the reason I didn't do that was because I wanted to have it be available to everyone.

But, I did manage to come up with 21 prompts as of now. Though, I might change some. Anyway, here they are:

Coming out

First kiss

Going to a pride parade

Two moms/dads

Realizing they're not straight

Date

Alternate universe

Alternate time period

Prideful baking

Love song

Pride movie AU (like But I'm a cheerleader, Fucking Åmål, Love Simon, etc)

Wedding

Decorating for pride

Is that person straight or not?

Secret dating

Realizing they're trans

Teaching someone about LGBTQ+ terms

Accidental coming out

Everyone thinks someone is queer - plot twist, they're straight!

Fruity sleepover

Figuring out if two people are dating or not

As you may notice, some of these may be similar. Just "alternate universe" I thought was more "general", like you can have them in a fantasy setting or as mermaids or whatever, while the other AUs are more specific.

Anyway - i'm happy to get some suggestions for more! I want to keep it light themed, so no prompts should be angsty. This is a happy month for celebrating! Tho, if you would write something angsty from the prompts, that's up to you.

#pride prompts

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x-gotham-rogues · 3 years

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ROGUE PRIDE MONTH HCS!

This ended up being way longer than expected, so give the link a lil clicky-click if you’re down for some rouge pride headcanons!

Most take the month off, don’t do any crime and enjoy pride, whether as a member of the LGBTQ+ themselves or as an ally

Oswald does business as usual, of course, but the lounge is filled to the brim with pride, for himself and his employees

He also gives out free pride pins, badges and flags to anyone who wants them, and helps some others store their pride stuff with him if they need to (he considered adding a storage fee but decided against it)

Usually, he ends up buying so many decorations and flags the visible pride doesn’t really wear off until around October, of which then it’s due time to replace the decorations with Halloween lest he face Jonathan’s wrath

Speaking of Jon, he is not what you’d expect

Most would think he, being the person he is, would spend the month plotting for a scheme after June, maybe occasionally going out celebrating with the other rogues or wearing a pin; most, then, would have also forgotten about his ability to store ungodly amounts of pure unadulterated spite within his lanky body

Jonathan, with the assistance of Harley, goes full out, glitter and flags and all, mentally flipping off great granny Keeny

He, Harley, Selina and Edward use the whole month to vandalise and steal from large corporations and watch as they implode trying to decide whether to be angry about the actual vandalism or ‘the gays forcing their agenda on the company’

The gang proceed to throw the merch to random people during pride parades, then splitting the rest between themselves

Harley and Ivy also celebrate pride together, just the two of them, at least one night during June, where Ivy makes dinner and Harley bakes a mean dessert

Selina steals from corporations that leech off pride and don’t actually support it, then donates the money back to LGBTQ+ organisations

Victor makes little iced pride-themed treats and hands them out, usually during pride parades, since summer and the sheer number of people can make it pretty hot

Since Gothamites are kind of desensitised to daily rogue encounters, it’s a surprise, but a welcome one

Jervis isn’t the type of person who’d do something extravagant for pride, maybe a few pins and badges here or there, but when requested, he happily helps out with the other rogues’ pride schemes

It’s also practically become tradition that he’d help Oswald decorate the lounge each June

Same with Dennis

Dennis, however, is much more open with his pride; he and Harley didn’t interact much before, but them both going ham on pride was sort of the thing that introduced them to each other, and they’re great buddies now

Dennis, Harley and Edward are the flamboyant, loud, and unhesitant LGBTQ+ that money-hunting corporations fear

Eddie also leaves pride-related riddles everywhere; it’s even a Gotham-wide tradition at this point to personally receive a riddle or two during pride

Moving on, both Bane and Waylon mostly lay low out of respect for their fellow rogues and the LGBTQ+ community in Gotham wanting to celebrate who they are; something Waylon especially gets behind

Even though Waylon doesn’t want to go outside, he still wants to celebrate pride

The rest of the rogues constantly visit and keep him company during this time because they don’t want him to feel left out, and on days he feels particularly confident, he hangs out at Ozzie’s lounge

Bane isn’t a ‘celebratory’ guy, but he’s still very supportive towards the rogues who like going all out

Actually, every year, during the last day of June, there’s a Rogue-exclusive pride party hosted at the Iceberg Lounge where all grudges are set aside and everyone is allowed to celebrate their identity

In fact, it’s one of the only Rogue celebrations/events Joker is allowed in; on the condition he behave to a strict standard, of course

Bonus:

Bruce donates a lot to (legitimate) LGBTQ+ support organisations and is very open about his support/his identity (I personally headcanon him as bisexual)

He doesn’t really realise it, but more often than not, his buildings are left alone during pride

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Rowena Macleod: Darling Sweets

Pride Collection 2021 June 7th

Pairing: Rowena x GirlFriend!Fem!Reader

Pov: Rowena

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness, kissing, Rowena talking about her past a little bit.

Summary: You and Rowena celebrate pride month by dying your hair the rainbow colors.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N- Lesbian @firefly-graphics for dividers

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I must say being alive for more than 300 years you'd think I'd find someone to live my life out with, but alas all I've found is grabby old men.

Ones that remind me of Fergus's father. The men that take you and whip you into their slaves, and I'm not sorry but I won't be anyone's slave.

Yes, I was there to help the Winchester. On my first stay at the bunker, I quickly realized that I just couldn't be around the Winchesters. They often brought chaos.

And like I said I've been here for 300 more years than them, and I honestly don't need the constant chaos. Before leaving the Winchester brothers I taught Samuel a feel of my older tricks, and also bumped into a beautiful young lady.

Sam introduced her as Y/n.

Y/n was the most beautiful woman I'd met in a century. She stood tall between the two boys. She smiled with such a passion. Something that day struck me to stay. Someone I should more say struck me to stay.

Now I will say that I don't harass the people that I find attractive like one of the Winchesters do. I more plant a seed of passion, and love in their minds.

Eventually, they come around, but it was different with sweet Y/n. There was no need for a seed, she was already in newer terms 'stuck to me like glue.'

Days of pinning for each other turned into months before finally she made her move. Like I've said before I've dealt with monsters of every kind, but mostly the living and still very human. I am not doing a thing.

Now talking about a lady, a beautiful lady. A young, and smart lady like Y/n. That'll I'll put some effort into. Now years later, Y/n and I have spent some time with each other to know each other, she's learned to trust me, and I've learned to find love in humankind once again.

I never thought I'd find it again, I always thought that love after Fergus's father wasn't real. And then you spend more than 300 hundred years alone, with a few one-night stands but nothing was ever real.

I think that's what I was trying to find. Was the something real, that something that's more than true. I hate to use the term, but soul mates.

This year according to Y/n, we just had to go to pride. "The pride parade is this month, Rowena. So let's go!?" She said. She was pleading with me, her doe eye's inaction and sweetness added to her already mouse-like voice.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine dear, but we have to go in fashion." I winked at her, she giggled and hugged me on our bed. She continued to scroll through her phone as I got up to get ready for the day.

"Sweets, should we get you an outfit like mine for this pride month?" I asked as I looked through my many gowns. I could hear her thinking, "Dear, you don't have to answer." I said continuing to look through my clothes.

I heard her soft feet hit the hardwood floor. Pattering down to our closet. Feeling her arms wrap around my waist. "Could we?" She asked, I smiled and kissed her forehead, "Of course we can honey." She gave me a chaste kiss before leaving our closet.

Later on that day, I was sitting down at our kitchen table, and Y/n came up behind me covering my eyes with her hands, and placing them in my open hands.

From what I could tell it was her phone, "Okay, I know that this may be overboard, but I want to do this for pride." She said taking her hands off my eyes, "By the way you can open your eyes now." She said giggling.

On her screen was a random woman with her hair the colors of the rainbow. I looked from her phone back to Y/n. Raised eyebrows, she in return gave me a worried expression. I shook my head.

"We can do this, baby. Do you want me to do it or professional?" I asked. Hoping she wouldn't choose the latter. Thankfully she chooses for me to do her hair.

"I kind of want you to do it. If you don't mind." She said quickly. I smiled and dragged her into my lap. Kissing her lips. "Of course I want to do it for you baby," I said resting my head against her collar bone.

So later that day I left to go get all of our necessary. All of the colors, and certain shampoo. If I was going to do this I was going to do it the right way.

It reminded me of doing spell work. Certain things were needed. When I got back home, Y/n was waiting in the living room, her hair down and she was in rougher clothes, stuff she wore when she did yard work.

The process took a while, she tried many times to get the dye on me. We laughed and watched a movie as I combed the color through her hair.

When we finished I washed her hair in the sink, her eyes sparkled as they looked up at me. I smiled. Never in my long life have I ever smiled so much, and been in love.

I even dried and styled her hair before she was allowed to see it. When I told her she was allowed to open her eyes. I could quickly see that there were tears in her eyes.

"Aw sweetness, do you like it?:" I asked her. She turned and took up at me, "Do I like it? I love it Row!" Y/n said grabbing me off guard as she pulled me into a strong hug.

"I love you, Rowena." She said

There's that word Love, I'm not used to saying it, but with her, I'll do anything.

"I love you too darling sweets," I said kissing her chap, but plump lips. She kissed back and ran her hands through my red bouncing hair. I pulled away, and just took a moment to look at her, she really is the most beautiful person I'd met in a century.

Y/n eyes are just so full of love. Her passion for things was so amazing. I think in moments like these I wish I could use my magic and just stop time, so I could forever stay here with her.

Out love untainted by the horrible world outside our home. But then I remember why would I wanna stop time when I've got the rest of my life with her.

Completed on 06/06/2021

Posted on 06/07/2021

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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jean moreau x pride months

happy pride month kids, here‘s some wholesome jerejean content for your soul!! does this make any sense? no. is it a mess? yes. hope you enjoy this!!

the first pride month

it‘s the beginning of june and jeremy starts acting weird

he smiles more, the real smile normally reserved for winning an exy game or when he‘s alone with jean

he started drawing flags on his face or on his eye lids, jeremy never wore make-up, not more than his usual eyeliner and nail polish

„what does that mean?“, jean asks, pointing at the flags on his cheeks.

„the pink, yellow, blue one means i‘m pan. you know, i like more than one gender, i told you that already. and the grey, purple, white and black one that looks like an arrow? that means i‘m demisexual, you know how i only feel sexual attraction to people i have a bond with? that‘s demisexual. those are pride flags, it‘s pride month. didn‘t you know that?“

of course jean didn‘t know, after all he was locked up in a bassement for 10 years and he didn‘t exactly talk the first time he came over here last year at the end of june.

„what‘s pride month?“, jean asked softly, knowing that jeremy would never judge him, never think he was stupid.

„it‘s a month for lgbtqa+ folks. that stands for lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgender, questioning, asexuals, aromantics and everything inbetween. we celebrate ourselves this month, show how proud we are of ourselves and our community. we celebrate marsh johnson, the black transgender, gay sex worker who started the riots, stonewell, and basically threw a brick at a police officer and started the fight for gay rights“

„how do you know you‘re not straight?“, jean asked quietly. thinking about the way his mind keeps wandering back to jeremy, keeps wandering back to the thought of kissing him, holding his hand, the feeling of his soft, badly dyed ginger hair between his fingers.

„well i always payed more attention to the personality, than the gender. i never really cared what‘s between the legs. and it took me quite a while to figure out that i only feel sexual attraction to people when i have a connection to them“

„have you ever kissed a guy?“, jean asked, curiously now. in the nest it was forbidden, but kevin wanted to try it once, in the dark of the night, the saftey of their room. jean couldn‘t tell if he enjoyed it or not, he never really felt any kind of attraction really. only bone deep fear. burning anger. and whatever the fuck his heart was doing when kevin held him close.

„yeah, i had a boyfriend throughout highschool, sophmore year until the end of summer of our senior year. and then freshman year of college i had this girlfriend who was really controlling and yeah. that‘s it. have you?“, his voice was soft, it reminded jean of the sunlight forming some kind of halo behind jeremy.

„kevin wanted to try it once. riko caught us. that‘s how it began“, jean replied, a shadow crossing over both his and jeremy‘s face. in a moment of weakness, at the beginning, jean told jeremy what they did to him in the nest, after jeremy accidentally touched him from behind.

„do you want to try it again?“, jeremy asked, a small smile on his lips. „with me, that is“, he added, barely audible.

„okay“, jean replied, leaning in.

jean was a couple inches taller than jeremy, and jeremy had to stand on his tiptoes to close the last few inches between them.

it was a soft kiss, a different than the stolen ones from kevin. better. these tasted like sunlight, like warmth, like home.

jean kissed jeremy back. carefully, softly, being scared he would break him, destroy him with his darkness.

„how was it?“, jeremy smiled at him after they were done, exchanging kisses, not stealing them. they were equals, no one would hurt him for wanting this

„i think i‘m only attracted to you“, jean admitted quietly. „but like not sexually. i don‘t like sex. never did. i never thought anyone was sexually attractive, i never wanted this and i still don‘t. i‘m sorry“

„you don‘t have to apologize, jean. that‘s being called asexual, the lack of sexual attraciton that is. and the not wanting sex part? sex repulsed. very valid. i will never be like them, i will never force you to do anyhting you‘re not comfortable with“

„and what if you miss having sex and want it and i can‘t give it to you?“, jean asked, tears burning behind his eyes. „i‘m not worth of your light, your warmth, your love as it is. i‘m broken, i‘m dark, i‘m everything you don‘t deserve. you deserve someone who is fixed and happy and can give you the entire world and go places without a panic attack and and and“

„ssh, jean. it‘s alright. it‘s alright. i want you. no one but you. i really, really like you and i am glad you like me to. you‘re not broken, you‘re not dark. you are wonderful. and no one is fixed, we‘re all a little broken in our own ways. i struggled with an eating disorder. i have adhd. sometimes i feel a little sad without any reason and can‘t get out of bed. sometimes i can‘t sleep and other days i could sleep for days. i don‘t need the entire world, i just need you“

it was this june, about a year after jean arrived in california, that he not only found a person who saw more in him than his scars, but a person who loved him not despite of them but for them

the second pride month

it‘s been a year since jean and jeremy kissed for the first time. a year full of highs and lows, fights and making up, miscommunication and cuddles, sweet kisses and ones tasting of tears. but it was also the year jean figured out that he might not be a boy after all.

„do you ever feel like you‘re not a entirely a boy?“, jean asked softly, threading his fingers through jeremy‘s soft blonde hair.

„dude, i‘m genderfluid, remember? alvarez bursted in our room and threw these in our face so people could refer to me with the right pronouns“

„that‘s why you changed your middle name to sol isn‘t it? because you like the sun and you like your hispanic heritage and it‘s a female name?“

„exactamente mi corazón“

„what are you today?“, jean asked softly, as he did every day.

„they/them, i don‘t feel like a guy or a girl today. just vibing“

„i- i think i‘m not entirely a boy either. like i know i was born as a boy and i‘m okay with that. but i feel like there‘s more to that. i can‘t put it in words but i think i want to try to go by he/ they. what do you call those people who don‘t quite find in the binary? i think i‘m that“

„that‘s nonbinary darling. i‘m proud of you. you‘re doing great“

jean didn‘t know how to repeat to that so he just decided to pull jeremy closer to him.

this pride month jean found a little part of himself, another puzzle piece to the mystery that his own person and it felt like a tiny little step towards a future he never dreamt he would have.

it was also the month he started wearing nail polish, because he loved the look on jeremy‘s face when they did them. occasionally he will wear some eyeliner.

the third pride month

another year passed, this year jean got himself a support dog. to help with the anxiety attacks. to help him heal.

it‘s a dalmatiner, called luna. she was trained to feel when he is uncomfortable and come closer to him, licking his hands, being close, being there

it is also the month he wanted to join jeremy for pride

„what are you today?“

„a girl i think. jeremy or sol are both fine“

„will you draw the flags on my face?“, he asked on the day of the parade.

„are you sure you want to go honey?“, sol asked softy, while she went to the bathroom to get her things.

„would i have asked if it wasn‘t moi amour?“, jean replied. „wait hold on, don‘t answer that“, he laughed looking at jeremy‘s face.

„but i‘m sure. first of all it makes you happy. second of all you missed it the last two years. third of all it will piss kevin off and i love that almost as much as i love. and lastly i have luna, she makes sure i‘m fine and i can always leave when i feel uncomfortable“

„okay, babe. what do you want me to do?“

„i want my flags on my face and maybe you can do my nails“, jean replied, smiling at jeremy as he did ever so often. „cover the tatoo, will you?“, he asked softly, touching the cursed three, counting the days for his cover up appointment in july.

„it‘s soon gone honey. it‘s gonna be alright“, jeremy whispered, feeling the tension in jean‘s shoulders.

„which color do you want your nails? mine are pastel rainbow look! alvarez got me those for my birthday last month! do you want matching nails?“

„whatever you want darling, you can choose“

„neat!“

this year jeremy‘s hair were a soft pink. it was 2 am when he bursted into the room whisper shouting „jean i‘m gay i must do something drastic to my hair. help me?“ and who was jean to question his beautiful date mate.

so jeremy took jean‘s face carefully in his hands, starting to draw jean‘s pride flags (demiromantic, asexual, nonbinary) on his face, hiding his tattoo underneath the black/ white/grey/ purple stripes of the asexual pride flag.

„they have no power over you anymore mi corazón. and if anyone gives you shit i will come for them“, jeremy whisperes against jean‘s lips before softly kissing them. „and now give me your beautiful hands so i can do your nails. i‘m feeling a pastel rainbow“

for the parade jean is wearing one of the shirts jeremy got him. it‘s yellow with a rainbow on it. „so you have a little brightness in your life“, he would tell him when he go it for him. it was before they started dating. it was before jean was able to tell him „but you are the brightest thing in the world and somehow you chose me as your person“, paired with light blue ripped jeans and his yellow fans. they started wearing yellow when they came to california, cutting off black completely, replacing it with colors and brightness.

jeremy on the other hand wore rainbow dungarees with a white shirt and white doc martens. his hair was up in two space buns, little pride flags put into them.

„do you think they get the hint?“, she smiled with a blinding smile.

„you‘re so unbelieveably beautiful sol“, jean replied.

they got luna and went to the parade.

it was scary, yes. but it was also beautiful.

people approaching them, asking for selfies, talking to him.

at first he was a bit anxious, but sol took their hand and luna licked his feet and it was alright. no one was hurting him. no one would punish him. he was surrounded by pride and love and happiness.

at some point he asked a girl with rainbow hair, she reminded him of renee, if she could take a picture of him and jeremy. she said yes, took one of them smiling, one of them kissing, and one of them where jeremy just smiled at his person.

it was the pride month he came out via social media. it was the pride month kevin called at two am, telling him how happy he was for them. that he himself found a boy, fell for him, but is too much a coward to do something about it. it‘s the year where he gets a lot of love, many fans telling him how proud they are of him and at least the same amount of hate. but it was alright. they had jeremy and that was all that truly mattered.

now

year after year they returned to the pride parade, with flags on their faces, or around their shoulders

sometimes neil and andrew or aaron and kevin would join them, sometimes they would go with laila and alvarez and sometimes jean and jeremy would go on their own

after college jean quit exy, jeremy went pro and gave his money to moriyamas, while jean opened his own tattoo studio, wrote songs, wrote crappy poetry and slightly better novels, tried himself as a part time model and fashion designer

they found happiness and home in each other and celebrated their love not only in pride but also every single day of the year

jean and jeremy got more dogs, an apartment of their own with big windows so they could watch the sunrise and sunset together

they have their ups and downs, like every other couple, but that doesn‘t matter. never did. what truly matters is that they keep finding back to each other. that they keep ending up in the same bed, in each others arms.

jean moreau never believed in love, never believed in soulmates and yet he found their soulmate, found the love of his life. and they are happy they stayed, kept fighting, to find this. to make a difference to the world. to be finally free. to be alive, living instead of only existing.

„jean?“, jermey says, fidgeting with his fingers.

„what is it moi soleil?“, jean relies getting lost in these ocean blue eyes.

„do you remember what happened five years ago?“, jeremy asks, his eyes looking anywhere but jean.

„we kissed for the first time?“, jean answers, panic slowly crawling through his veins.

„exactly so i thought we could celebrate this at the beach. you know, where our first date was?“, jeremy says nervously.

„honey are you alrighgt?“, jean is getting more and more worried, jeremy has never been that nervous.

„sure, come on mi corazón“

so jean slowly gets up and carefully puts on his shoes. something is weird here, something is wrong

jeremy seems off the entire ride to the beach they had their first date at.

when they arrive jean takes jeremy‘s hand, noticing that they are shaking ever so slightly. it is something like a nervous tick of them.

jean and jeremy arrive at the beach in time to watch the sun setting, making place for her lover the moon.

jean looks over to jeremy, when they suddenly get up and start pacing.

„jer, you‘re scaring me. please tell me what‘s going on up there“, jean says touching his head lightly.

„okay. i can do this“, jeremy mumbles as he gets down on his knee. „jean moreau, you are the love of my life. the light of my existence. ever since i saw you for the first time i knew i liked you, more than i was supposed to. i never dared to hope you would ever like me, or love me for that matter, but somehow you did. somehow you didn‘t turn away when i told you i‘m demi or pan or genderfluid. you stayed. you supported me. you love me. and i want to spend the rest of my life with you, so do me the favour and in the name of god, should they exist, do me the favour and marry me“

jean feels tears running his cheeks. „of course i will marry you, you loser“, he laughs, as he pulls jeremy down to him and connects their lips together. and it feels like their first kiss. it always does. and they would do that for the rest of their lives.

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