That when I was watching untucked from the first episode of season 9 I start crying when Gaga was giving them critiques. It hit me then that every LGBT+ person looks up to her, including me, because of how much she’s there for us. She knows the struggles we’ve been through and like she said, she’s not a gay woman herself, but she been brought up by gay men which let her see into the life of the LGBT+ community and she realized it wasn’t all rainbows, unicorns, and glitter. She decided “there needs to be someone there for them… I’ll do it”.
Lady Gaga is such an inspiration to all of us because she wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed in or who she believed in, for that matter. She didn’t care what she looked like as long as it made her happy.
I’m glad she is there for us and the community because if she wasn’t the biggest influence to ever happen, I honestly don’t know who would be.
Sure, there are others who say, “I’m here for the LGBT+ community,” or “I love the gays!” But they never really ‘did’ anything to help our community. BUT SHE DID. She gave us hope, music to dance to when we’re alone in our bedroom, SO many speeches saying we need to stand up for ourselves and fight back saying “we are what we are, we love ourselves and you can’t change us.” Hell, she just went on drag race; acted like a Lady Gaga impersonator; literally CRIED when she saw her outfits being displayed, which were remade by the queens, and then went into the untucked room and had a folder of what she loved about them and what they could do to make themselves better. Not degrading them saying, “I don’t like this,” she helped them by saying, “I really love this and add this/ change this to make you look better.”
Okay enough of that. I just really love Gaga and there’s a MILLION REASONS why she has helped the LGBT+ community and will keep helping us. She’s so inspiring and I love her so much. Okay, the end.
“Ow, ow, OW– Haxus, would you please cooperate??” came the exasperated sigh.
The kit in question had once again scrambled out of his mother’s relatively gentle grip to clamber up her arm and cling to her neck, squeaking and chirping and staring fearfully at the wide expanse of the water before them.
Jera was sitting down, legs crossed with the river lapping at her knees as she tried to get her son used to the idea of a body of water bigger than the bathtub. Every time she’d hold him at arm’s length and try lowering him into the water, he’d quite literally curl up over himself to keep from touching it before starting to squirm enough to free himself. All she’d gotten for her troubles was clawed-up arms and one very clingy kit.
There was a ripple a ways out as another Galra surfaced, stood, and headed towards them, shaking water from his face. He drew closer, squinted at the sight of Jera trying to remove Haxus from her neck, and sighed.
“No luck? You’ve been at this for almost an hour. We both know he’ll like it if he just gets in, he loves playing in the water at home,” Rokir said with a shake of his head. “…I’ve got an idea.”
The still-fretting kit was easily transferred to his father, where he took up the same position of holding on to his neck. Jera stood and followed her partner as he began to slowly walk into deeper water. Haxus squeaked and mewled as he eyed the water that was steadily getting closer and closer to his position, and Rokir didn’t stop him as he proceeded to scramble up onto his shoulder, and then to his head to try and keep clear of it. But it was a moot effort, as soon the older Galra’s head was submerged except for the very top where the kit clung to his ears and tried unsuccessfully to stay completely out of the water.
It took several minutes of plaintive crying and chirping at Jera who remained out of arm’s reach, one hand lifted to try and hide her smile, before Haxus finally took notice that the water lapping at his paws wasn’t hurting him any. Rokir felt the kit moving around on his head as he batted at the water, slowly realizing that he knew what this all was (besides, if he wanted to get back to the drier person that was his mother, he really had no choice).
As soon as all four paws left his head, Rokir turned to follow Haxus as he proceeded rather clumsily through the water, doing that awkward kit-paddle as he splashed towards Jera. But by the time he reached his mother, the kit only held on to her arm instead of climbing up to her shoulder, hesitantly reaching out to swat at the glowing particles that sometimes surfaced from the river’s depths.
The remainder of the evening was spent letting Haxus swim back and forth between the two of them until a tired-out kit signaled that it was time to return home. Rokir’s forward method was a success: since then there were times the two of them had trouble pulling their son away from the water.
What if in the series Aunt Cass gets overprotective of Hiro because he's the only family she has left? Not to the point to make Hiro feel like running away, but the poor woman wouldn't want anything else to happen to her nephew and she'd sometime be a little invasive into his life, especially if she's not aware about his superhero life and FREAKS OUT when she learns.
She would be though! She wouldn’t realize how overprotective she’s being at first; she just wants to keep tabs on Hiro and make sure he’s safe and cared for. I think if Hiro still hasn’t told her about his superhero identity in the series, she would feel a little hurt that he’s keeping things from her. Lying about where he’s going at night (yeah, “studying with friends”) or keeping secrets about the villains he faces. If she had to find out on her own, she wouldn’t know whether or not to feel proud that he’s helping the city or disappointed/furious/scared that he didn’t tell her and that his safety is at risk. At the end of the day, she just doesn’t want to lose another nephew.