yeah you can hate me for this choice

honestly the aphobic exclusionist rhetoric scares the shit out of me because it is so damn violent and hateful towards us??? they say worse things about us than they say about actual Straight people.

i have seen, multiple times, these people call for all ace people to die??? to be raped??? they’ve insinuated that we are all pedophiles somehow?? and they still fucking act like we’re the demons here. shit y'all im terrified of telling people irl that im ace because Straight people don’t react well and now i know that i have to be wary of not Straight people too and it scares the shit out of me y'all

and i see so much of their rhetoric in seemingly innocuous posts too that people reblog without realizing. and so many very popular bloggers are aphobes too. like no one not directly involved in discourse hell seems to give a shit about how harmful aphobes are to us. it’s not a good enough reason for them to unfollow a popular blogger, or else they all agree and it fucking sucks to know that my choices are either that y'all all hate me or y'all don’t care enough about me to stick up for me so. yeah im fucking tired

you know my favourite thing about jane the virgin? how pro-choice it. like, the show’s protagonist is a devoted catholic, her faith is the most important thing to her, she’s waiting until marriage to have sex. but when she gets pregnant she 100% considers abortion as a viable choice. her faith doesn’t even come into her decision. like, yeah, she decides to go through with the pregnancy but only because she knew it was rafael’s only chance to have a biological child. there was barely even a mention of her religion and certainly no question of whether it was ‘immoral’ or ‘wrong’.

and when xiomara gets pregnant again, and actually gets an abortion it’s barely even mentioned, there’s no huge moment of regret or guilt or whatever. it’s not made into a big deal, because it’s not a big deal. and i think it’s so important- to show that you can still be religious if you’re pro-choice and vice versa. like, yeah, jane the virgin is a pro-catholic show, is a pro-religion show, but it’s also a pro-choice show.

I sent @lukemagnus shit abt Drunk!Luke letting it slip that he wants to date maryse and she wants a rebloggable version because apparently its worth it lmao

like before he walks away luke remembers that he has to ask jace something important and he makes a show out of remembering (because drunk!luke is also v forgetful and thinks out loud) so he’s like ‘jace… jace…. jace wayland-herondale-lightwood…. lightwood…. you’re a lightwood!!!….. i was gonna ask something about lightwoods…. lightwoods… like would maryse go out with me???? wait but i need to ask her ki- aha! That’s it! Can I date your mom?“

jace and clary are just watching this all unfold with varying looks of shock on their face (jace is shocked, clary is not) and luke just looks at jace. "you’re asking me permission to date my mom?” Luke nods a sloppy nod, because he’s a lil drunk and its pretty great. 

“Normally i’d ask her parents, but her kids will do the trick.” Luke stops, and his eyes widen. “Oh god, what if her kids hate me? What if I’m the last person they’d pick to date their mom!!??”

Jace laughs, and shakes his head. “Luke, you’re the best choice for maryse. You can date her." 

Luke fistpumps, a grin on his face. "I’m getting myself a girlfriend, hell yeah!” His 'hell yeah’ turns heads, and Jace waves his siblings over from their little discussion in the corner. 

Alec is relaxed, and his eyes only flicker to Magnus once while he walks over. Isabelle is bright and bouncy, lipstick a little smudged and eyes bright. "What’s up?“ 

"Luke has something he wants to ask.” Jace laughs, and Luke spins around. 

“More Lightwoods! Great! I want to date your mom!” He yells, and a few wolves look over in enjoyment.

Isabelle breaks out into a grin and, more surprisingly, Alec does the same. “Yes!” they yell in unison, and Luke laughs, before pulling them all into a sticky hug. 

“Oh man this is gonna be great.” Jace laughs as best as he can when pressed against a werewolf’s bicep, and Isabelle gives him a thumbs up from her place against Luke’s chest. Jace looks at Alec, and feels rather than sees the smile on his face. Yeah, this is gonna be great.

  • I’m the one who taught you how to love. 
  • No need for goodbye. I’ll see you on the flip side.
  • Do you like who I am or do you miss who I was?
  • I’m the only non bitter person at this bitter ball.
  • Cold, manipulative, good hair. You really are my daughter.
  • How’s my dress? It screams safe and predictable. Am I right? Or am I right?
  • I don’t deserve to be loved.
  • Great. Then my work here is done
  • God, you’re hot… now go away.
  • I couldn’t miss it. You really are hot in a suit. I would love to just… 
  • I know not to pet one. 
  • No rules,____. Don’t you remember? No rules. 
  • Yeah… based on your choice in women, I’d say otherwise. 
  • Stop. I already know the question and it’s answer…
  • We’re gonna have so much fun together. 
  • I win, what`s my prize? 
  • You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, ____, not the end of one.
  • The truth is I`ve never loved you
  • You loved me once, you can love me again
  • Why did you keep this picture?
  • Love, hate, such a fine line. I can wait
  • I guess you don’t hate me as much as you thought you did.
  • I will kill everyone that she loves, while she watches, and then I will kill her while you watch.
  • I love you, ____. We will be together again. I promise.
  • Do you honestly believe that I don`t have a plan B? And if that fails a plan C and a plan D. You know how the alphabet works don`t you. 
  • I will always look out for myself. If you`re smart, you`ll do the same
  • Better you die than I
  • Don`t be such a grump. We`re here together. We might as well make the best out of it. 
  • You can hate me, but we both want the same thing. And you know..I always get what I want. 
  • If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you’re not dead.
  • I don’t know. You kidnapped me remember, I’m kind of out of the loop.
  • Life is too cruel. If we cease to believe in love, why would you want to live? 

Summary: Dean and you are dancing around your feelings for each other when Sam finds a case that might just draw the two of you together.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2638

Warnings: A tinsy bit of swearing. Mostly fluff.

A/N: This one is for two challenges. The first is @kas-not-cas’s 2.5k dialogue challenge. My prompt was “I can’t marry her. She’d kill me within a week!”. And, the second is for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps‘s Golden Girls 1.5k challenge. That prompt was Dorothy: “I have a date” Blanche: “With a man?” Dorothy: “No, Blanche. With a Venus Fly Trap.” Congrats to both of you wonderful ladies on your milestones! I hope you like what I put together. :)

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I hate profilers (part two)

Originally posted by j-murphy

I low key hate myself for writing this

Word Count: 1,033


Warnings: sexual humor (there will be smut in parts to come)

Part One

“You couldn’t possibly mean that. I’ve caught you staring at me for weeks and your pupils are so dilated right now, your breathing is getting heavy, you’re clenching your thighs together…if I didn’t know better miss Y/L/N I’d say you want me.”

“you’re not that good a profiler are you?” you mused through nervous laughter

“I’m actually very good at my job and I’ve been watching you for awhile”

“that’s kinda creepy”

“not like that..I’ve just I’ve noticed you noticing’re the one who stares Y/N”

Dammit he caught me…

“don’t let that get to your head…”

“oh it already has”

“not that head Reid” you said and his cheeks tinged pink

“I-I didn’t mean” he stuttered obviously thrown off guard

“sure you didn’t” you smirked

“anyway …I meant don’t let it get to that big genius brain of yours …nerd”


“what it’s true”

“nerd that you seem to like”

“oh you think I like you?” he nodded

“look who’s living in a fantasy land.. you wish Spencer”

“If you need someone to take your kissginity…”

“I’m perfectly fine but thanks for the offer”

You continued to sort through the case files. Spencer finishing them up at a faster pace than you.

“You in a hurry to get out Doctor?”

“yeah it’s getting really late and I’m getting tired”

“I thought staying up late corresponds with higher intelligence… by that standard genius boy you shouldn’t be sleepy at all”

so she does listen to my ramblings … Spencer thought to himself recalling when he shared that exact same finding with the team. He smiled to himself maybe she didn’t hate his guts after all.

“I said the same thing a few weeks ago” he voiced his own thoughts

“You’re not the only person with a plethora of useless information Doctor Reid”

Oh man, if he didn’t find her irresistible before he surely did now. Nothing was sexier than a girl who was on the same intellectual level he was. Even though Y/N wasn’t a genius by most standards the girl was incredibly smart.

If Spencer was being honest with himself, he’d casually caught himself glancing at Y/N from time to time. Careful not to get lost in his thoughts cause if he did he’d surely be caught by either you or someone else and he wasn’t prepared to cope with the endless teasing that would follow. At times he’d sit as his desk mindlessly piling through case files getting himself totally lost in the thought of Y/N. Most of the thoughts were pretty innocent, he just wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through Y/N’s delicate locks. Occasionally his inner conversations with himself were not so gentlemanly and he often scolded himself for thinking of such a beautiful creature in such a primal way. The truth is as Luke pointed out days before he ‘had it bad’ for Y/N and he did. He found it hard to think straight around her, the scent of her iconic perfume driving him wild clouding his thoughts. Oh God, how he wished he could smell that heavenly floral scent on his sheets.

No stop it Spencer he mentally scolded himself. He was snapped out of his current train of thought by her voice.

“take a picture it’ll last longer”

“Oh fuck me..I’m caught” he said before he realized he voiced his own thoughts again

“like I said, you wish Spence”

“no I don’t ..I don’t wish” lies

“it’s okay I wouldn’t be able to resist me either” she laughed

“You’re not irresistible Y/N obviously if you haven’t even had a guy kiss you yet” shit that was kind of harsh, I hope she doesn’t hate me.

“It’s a conscious choice. Believe me I know I’m desirable”

“so cocky” yes you are so desirable I wish I could be your first everything if you’d just let me. perhaps she doesn’t even like me….

“no just confident”

“anyway…” she said returning to the tasks at hand “ last case file..”

“I’ll do it. You can go home and get some rest”

“thanks Spencer”

“you’re welcome y/n”

“hey y/n?’

“yeah Spence?”

She turned to face him and before he could even process what was happening his lips were on hers and she didn’t pull away. There was so much fire and passion between them. Yes, oh my God Oh my God she’s kissing me…this is happening..she doesn’t hate me after all her first kiss..I’m her first ever kiss. This feels like a dream but it’s not it’s real. She kissed him back which as much fervor as humanly possible. Oh my God this was kissing.. this is what she waited her whole life for and every minute was worth it. She got bold however her tongue began to caress his and he let out a groan of appreciation and deepened the kiss. There tongues danced for what seemed like an hour but was only a few minutes before they had to come up for air their foreheads resting on each other.

“wow” was the only word Y/N could conjure up

“I hope that was well worth it.. taking your kissginity”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else taking my kissginity”

He knew in his heart their banter was never out of disdain for each other but rather out of mutual interest in one another.They argued like a married couple but when their lips met he felt a spark that just wasn’t there before as did she. The kind of spark that makes you never want to stop kissing a person, to get lost in the flavor of their lips. Y/N put her hand to her swollen lips and blushed. This happened and with the colleague she’s been into for quite a while and she couldn’t get enough. He  started to walk away and she stopped him.

“Spence wait!” he turned around Oh no was she mad? Did he just fuck up everything?
He let her catch up to him in the parking garage and she surprised him by jumping his tall frame and meeting their lips once again.

Part Three


category: floof, angst

pairing: sanha X reader

warnings: an angsty but cute sanha

note: omg i’m so so so sorry for delaying this request i hate myself so much i hope you didn’t wait too long <3

Originally posted by astrofantastic

“Which one should I get?”

You held up two different dresses and held it to your body. Sanha rolled his eyes, “Both of them look great. Choose the cheaper one.”

Pouting, you put both of them back on the rack regretfully. “I want the one that looks BETTER though. I brought you here to help me.”

Sanha groaned and rubbed his eyes sleepily, “Why me? You have other friends too.”

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gotham sentence starters ( s3ep13.)

( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)

  • “ must be my lucky night.”
  • “ stop or i will fire!”
  • “ it’s you. it’s really you.”
  • “ oh, good job. thanks for helping the bad guys.”
  • “ you’re under arrest.”
  • “ appreciate you seeing me so late.”
  • “ doesn’t seem like i had much of a choice, does it?”
  • “ i needed to talk to you. i can do that better here than there.”
  • “ bending the rules. what a surprise.”
  • “ there’s always a reason.”
  • “ wow. it’s actually you. so cool i’m meeting you.”
  • “ you should thank your friends. they’re the ones who left you behind.”
  • “ ehh… i would’ve done the same.”
  • “ you can’t stop it.”
  • “ you think we’re a small band. but we are everywhere.”
  • “ how are you doing?”
  • “ i hope you had a nice sleep. cause we got a busy, busy day ahead.”
  • “ what are you doing?”
  • “ i’m reading.”
  • “ you need to fix this situation.”
  • “ there’s chatter. ___ is dead, or soon will be. that kind of chatter.”
  • “ listen to me! ___’s not here. i am.”
  • “ get up, take a shower, do that disco vampire thing with your hair.”
  • “ you will come, you will be your old self and the rumors will stop.”
  • “ why are you helping me?”
  • “ people think you like me, and as long as they’re scared of you, i get to keep breathing.”
  • “ are you sure about this?”
  • “ this is so stupid.”
  • “ and isn’t that why you have lawyers?”
  • “ right, ‘cause it’s ‘just’ money.”
  • “ or another choice is i could leave. i don’t want to, but… it is an option.”
  • “ maybe they were here the whole time and we just didn’t notice.”
  • “ i’ll just… stay here if that’s okay.”
  • “ s/he’s still dead.”
  • “ i know s/he’s still dead.”
  • “ i ran into some technical difficulties. nothing that i can’t fix.”
  • “ is everything plugged in?”
  • “ try turning it on and off.”
  • “ people have made sacrifices for you.”
  • “ you know, you make an interesting point.”
  • “ they want to see your face.”
  • “ no awakening for this guy.”
  • “ holy smacks, is that…?”
  • “ listen to me!”
  • “ great. thank you.”
  • “ i was gonna replace that lamp.”
  • “ so you can’t make some kind of gadget to figure it out?”
  • “ let me see it.”
  • “ so, let’s find out who the traitor is, shall we?”
  • “ good bluff.”
  • “ my, my. you scrub up nice.”
  • “ am i early?”
  • “ well, don’t say i didn’t warn ya, but… i did warn ya.”
  • “ you have been such a friend. tell me, what should i do now?”
  • “ well, i’m glad you can find the humor in it.”
  • “ did you really think i would be so easy to manipulate?”
  • “ what was your plan? take advantage of me while i was in a weakened state?”
  • “ my dear, you are tragically out of your depth.”
  • “ you get the message? we don’t work for you no more. your day is done, freak.”
  • “ how dare you?! i will gut you!”
  • “ i will hang your entrails from every lamppost in this city!”
  • “ walk away quiet. maybe we’ll send him/her back in one piece.”
  • “ i will kill them. every one of them!”
  • “ so, we’re good now?”
  • “ you were here when they attacked. you defended this house against them.”
  • “ and that’s the night i changed.”
  • “ don’t waste your breath.”
  • “ good cop, bad cop doesn’t work on me.”
  • “ you think this is funny?! how about this?”
  • “ if you insist.”
  • “ don’t touch me.”
  • “ what the hell was that?”
  • “ you shouldn’t have done that.”
  • “ really? you guys can bend the rules but i can’t?”
  • “ none of us should. me, them, you… but especially not you. you’re better than that.”
  • “ aw, that’s so sweet.”
  • “ would you stop it?”
  • “ look, you want to blame me for ___’s death, that’s fine. i can live with that, knowing you’re okay. but don’t let your hatred of me turn you into something you’re not.”
  • “ or what? if i change too much you’re gonna put two in my heart like you did to him/her?”
  • “ don’t ever touch me again or tell me what to do.”
  • “ i’m already on it, let’s go!”
  • “ no one’s going anywhere.”
  • “ we’ve got a show to do, and as you know the show must go on.”
  • “ boo! ha, ha, ha.”
  • “ wow… well that is quite a story.”
  • “ you know, i know i’ve been dead, but doesn’t that seem kinda crazy to you?”
  • “ hey, maybe you’re dreaming. try shooting yourself.”
  • “ they think i’m pretty great, huh?”
  • “ lunatics and idiots? ooh, my kind of people.”
  • “ sorry. head’s still a little fuzzy.”
  • “ you know, i was just reborn. last year was nothing but darkness… as far as the eye can see.”
  • “ i know you, right?”
  • “ why? ginger’s not your type?”
  • “ how’s it going between you and him/her? you still together, or…?”
  • “ oh, that’s a shame. i really liked you guys. hey, what happened?”
  • “ glad you find it funny.”
  • “ i get why you don’t.”
  • “ wow! you miss a lot being dead.”
  • “ you know what? go ahead, enjoy it.”
  • “ i see your point. to business.”
  • “ well, i suppose i should start by killing him/her.”
  • “ oh… who beat me to it?”
  • “ that son of a bitch is always upstaging me.”
  • “ well, i guess i’m just missing one thing then… where is my face?”
  • “ it’s all here?”
  • “ we did it, baby.”
  • “ can we just get out of this town?”
  • “ hey, smile. we won.”
  • “ yeah, smile. you won.”
  • “ go away, kid.”
  • “ you caught me. what do you want me to say?”
  • “ i just wanted to make sure i got it right.”
  • “ that about it?”
  • “ you want to hate me, that’s your choice.”
  • “ don’t ever come back!”
  • “ the time has come to reveal ourselves.”
  • “ there’s no way out. let the hostages go.”
  • “ you’re outside? you are, aren’t you?”
  • “ you don’t have what it takes.”
  • “ no, you’re the understudy pretending to be a star.”
  • “ you’re a fraud.”
  • “ well, for the record, you did one thing s/he never did… boring me.”
  • “ look at that. no charisma, no stage presence.”
  • “ keep watching. you don’t wanna miss what happens next.”
  • “ oh, sorry! didn’t see you.”
  • “ put your weapons down!”
  • “ i won’t hurt you, i just want to talk to you.”
  • “ you can’t do this!”
  • “ did you know?”
  • “ yes, it was obvious.”
  • “ you lied to me.”
  • “ i didn’t tell you the truth.”
  • “ didn’t seem like a very attractive alternative.”
  • “ fight me!”
  • “ hang on. we got a busy night ahead.”
  • “ so… how’s it look?”
  • “ you wouldn’t lie to me, right?”
  • “ say… you’re not mad, are you?”
  • “ mad? what could i possibly be mad about? huh?”
  • “ oh, buddy. you brought me back from the dead.”
  • “ what’s a cut off face between friends?”
  • “ i guess that’s true.”
  • “ you guessed right. bingo.”
  • “ what are- what are we doing?”
  • “ i will tear this city apart, brick by brick!”
  • “ is that really you? are- are you okay?”
  • “ i… i can’t talk long. i snuck away to the phone.”
  • “ who has you? where are you?”
  • “ hurry. hurry, please.”
  • “ you need to see this.”
  • “ am i alive? can you hear me?”
  • “ ah, screw it. let’s do it.”
  • “ as you may know, i died. uh-oh… but take it from me, death is dull. but coming back - that is something.”
  • “ leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life.”
  • “ in the darkness, there are no rules.”
  • “ so tonight, do what you want. kill who you want. hmm?”
  • “ oh, and uh… i don’t forgive you for my face.”
  • “ you’ll never make it in time.”

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122/ 129 / 131 : Dramione. Thanks!

It took every ounce of self-control Hermione had to keep her smile at bay. Just because he was smiling, and look at her from behind the hair that had fallen in his face, just because he was pouting and giving her those eyes of his…

“I swear,” she started, shaking her head, turning away so he couldn’t see her smile, “if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.” 

“You punched me in the face third year!” he defended, following her through their flat.

“You looked like a rat in third year,” she called over her shoulder. She paused. “Oh, yeah, and I hated you so…” 

“But you love me now.” 

She glared back at him. “Unfortunately.” 

Draco brought a dramatic hand to his heart and Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to walking away from him. “I said I was sorry,” he pouted. 

“You can say it all you want but the next time my butt hits toilet water, I’m going to curse your penis off and then you’ll have no choice but to keep the seat down.”

Draco stopped in his tracks as his hand moved from his heart to his groin. He shook the thought from his head and chased after her. “Why don’t we just charm the seat!” 

This time it was Hermione who stopped in her tracks, shocked that they’d been having this fight for over a year and not once had she thought of that. 

“Ahh, so that big brain of yours does miss some things.” 

Hermione whipped around, now not even attempting to hide her amusement. “Just shut up and charm the toilet seat.”

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pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood
a/n: and that’s the conclusion of the soulmate au! thank you for sticking with this all the way through <3 (part 1) (part 2)

The parchment in front of him is taunting - Marcus’ quill is poised, but he doesn’t know what to say. His mother’s heard, apparently, from the Warringtons, who work with Mrs. Greengrass, who had overheard Mrs. Wood talking to her sister about her son’s soulmate and it’d all been very hush-hush except all hints lead to Marcus.

What does he say?

Yeah Mum, I’ve already fucked everything up enough that you and Father don’t have to worry about it.

Sorry, I don’t think I can be you and ignore the thread, but that’s not my choice anymore.

Yeah, I really want Oliver Wood, but that’s dead, so maybe you can offer your sympathies by letting me play Quidditch?

Instead, he writes the formal style of apology that will hopefully make his father hate him a little less, and asks for advice. Marcus pretends the situation is untouched, even though it’s pretty much been obliterated under his feet.

Potter had fallen off his broom, and Marcus feels guilty - almost, because how the fuck was he supposed to know the dementors would invade the pitch? It doesn’t do anything to make seeing Wood, all pale and sullen the week after the match, any easier. He’d been a reason for that.

He thinks, even if he and Wood were a thing, that he’d probably always be a reason for that.

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I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
‘Cause I can’t escape the gravity

I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?

You say that I’m paranoid
But I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me
It’s not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy

—  Linkin Park - Heavy

someonefantastic  asked:

To go with the Raven outfit ask, what are your favorite and least favorite Beast Boy looks?

Ah, with Beast Boy, it’s a bit more difficult since his costumes are more or less similar xD 

Still, my favourite is going to be the original red/white combination from NTT and most comic variations of it. It’s just classic Beast Boy, and he looks great in it almost all the time. 

All of these rank as top Garfield Logan designs, imo. 

Second place goes to the purple/white number he donned in the 2003 comics. It was different in terms of colour scheme, and I think he looks good in purple ;) 

Third place is tied with the purple/black he wears in both the 2003 cartoon and briefly with the Doom Patrol in vol 3, along with his DCAU red/white costume.

Fourth would be his Young Justice costume. I’m not nuts about his design here, as I do prefer a more human looking Gar, but it was still well executed and grew on me throughout the series.

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The next one is based purely on aesthetic so refrain from judging me but.

This is such a cute concept? Like, I know it’s the cool thing to do to hate on TTG, but regardless of how anyone feels about the cartoon, this design was really rad! I’d love to see something like this adopted in the comics in maybe a spin-off or something. Punk!Biker!Gar is pretty unique and I can so see him pulling it off.

Okay, that’s it for the good, so now time for the bad. 

Let’s kick things off with N52 Gar (after he’s green again because red!gar is gonna be way further down this list). 

I love Rocafort’s art, I do. But this design? Somehow…lacking. It’s like they took the purple/white concept and…ruined it. Like, they found a way to make it dull and less Beast Boy, which…is sad, because it had potential. He just looks weird, and like he could easily blend in with the background when that’s very much the opposite of what Beast Boy should be.  

Next is Rebirth.

Kind of like how I feel with Raven’s Rebirth design, this concept might have been better if Jonboy had been drawing the series. I’m not digging his more animal concept, unlike in YJ where you could tell Gar was ‘monkeying’ around, this is just…unfortunate. I said I liked most red/white designs. This is the exception. I think it was a good concept not executed right, and the fact that we’ve got Pham drawing it now, it looks so much worse. Yet again, despite being this colourful beacon, Gar is dull and muted, much like Percy writes him. I’ll admit, I’m probably biased as I actually loathe the characterization of Gar in Ben Percy’s run, so any hope of this one growing on me is pretty much lost. 

Doom Patrol Beast Boy is my second to last choice. I know the reasoning behind the outfit, and I know the comics are very dated, but it’s still ugly as all hell, even when newer artists try to reimagine it. His characterization was still impeccable, but not even that can save Garfield from this atrocity.

And last, as you probably all saw coming, would be N52′s red!Beast Boy. Yeah, no, I don’t care what costume he’s in. If he’s red, I hate it. He looks awful in general and literally nothing looks good on him, no matter what. That’s probably why they retconned it later because DC realized how shit this idea was. 

Before anyone gets on my case with the whole “oh you just don’t like retcons! you’re just being a nostalgic baby!” 

Let me get it out of the way and explain that yes, I absolutely am, and I won’t deny it in the least. This comic run still gives me anxiety thinking about it, that’s how traumatized I was as a kid when I saw this. 

The N52 was initially this shiny opportunity for me to finally start buying comics, knowing it was okay if I hadn’t followed anything before religiously. A fresh start. I thought I wouldn’t be lost, and that I could finally support my favourite DC team, with one of my favourite characters. 


I saw this. 

I saw Starfire in RHATO.

I saw Raven.

And I knew there was no way in seven hells I could ever support this trash. It was the hardest thing, having to walk away from something I wanted so much to love, and when I found out just how BAD Lobdell would ruin this team and these characters, it made me hate everything about it even more. Including stupid red Garfield Logan. 

So yeah. My hate might be a tad bit irrational, but this look still sucks, and it’s also associated with one of the worst written comics in the N52. I’m zero amounts of sorry for ranking it as the worst look for Garfield. It 100% deserves that title in every way. 

Girls Like Girls Too // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1324

Request- Yay!! Can you do an imagine where you’re best friends with Jack and you come out to him as a lesbian please?? Thanks!

Warning- Very very slight mention of self-hate and it could be triggering for some. So please, don’t read if you’re sensitive.

A/N- this is a friend imagine… jack and the reader are NOT together, just friends. If this isn’t your cup of tea bc you’re not lesbian, then send in some requests that you’d like to me to write.


You had known Jack for about five years. You two quickly became inseparable. Though many of his fans shipped you two together, you two never had any type of sparks.

Jack was the Clyde to your Bonnie, the Batman to your Robin, the Meredith to your Alex, the Stabler to your Benson, the Chandler to your Joey; if you will. You were always caught doing silly pranks or just being goofballs together. Yet, you two also knew that when work needed to be done, it would get done. You had spent countless nights staying up late out on his balcony talking about the most random things.

You two told each other everything. He told you about his hatred for being seen as a player. You told him about your undying love for Chad Michael Murray, which he would make fun of you for. He told you about how he was afraid he’d let his parents down, to which you would give him entire speech about how they were more than proud of him. And you told him about that one night where your parents weren’t home and you almost swallowed a bottle of pills, and he vowed to make sure you knew how much you were loved because he “couldn’t imagine his life without you as his best friend.”

However, there was one thing you hadn’t told him.

You were a lesbian.

It’s not that you were scared, it just never came up.

Okay, that’s a total lie. You were scared out of your mind.

How was he going to react?

Would he judge you?

Would he tell everyone even if you weren’t ready to?

Would he hate you?

You knew deep down that no, he wouldn’t. But you couldn’t be certain. You had known the kid for the better half of your adulthood, yet you couldn’t find the guts to tell him about one of the most important parts of your life.

It was currently a Sunday night and Jack was supposed to come over for your weekly Jack and Y/n Movie Night.

You were laid up on the couch, debating whether or not tonight was the night to tell Jack.


You were going to do it, no matter what. If it runs your friendship then fuck him. He wasn’t worth it. But you honestly couldn’t think of your life without Jack Maynard in it.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jack’s laugh filled your apartment as he appeared in your living room.

“Hi,” you smiled.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” he retuned the smile, handing you the pizza box.

“Nothing, what’s up with you?” you asked, grabbing a slice and shoving it into your mouth.

“I filmed a video with Josh today. It was so funny, I think the fans will like it.”

“That’s good, can’t wait to watch it.”


You two sat in an awkward silence for a bit.

“Can we talk?” you said slowly.

“Yeah, of course.”

You paused for a few seconds.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I’m gay.”

You looked up to see his reaction but his face was blank. He wasn’t angry nor happy, at least he didn’t show it.

You began to panic. You had to defend yourself.

“And before you say anything I just want you to know that it’s perfectly normal to be. There are actually over 1,000 species who have homosexual tendencies. Yeah, I looked it up. So I just want you to know that I don’t care if you hate me because I’m not scared or ashamed of who I am. And if you do hate me then you need to reevaluate your life choices because hating someone because they’re gay is wrong. So just tell me how you feel. I can take it.” You took a deep breath and lifted your eyes towards the ceiling so the tears wouldn’t fall.

When you heard laughter you looked at him.

Why was he laughing?

“What’s so funny?” you gulped.

“Y/n, love. I don’t care if you rather sleep with girls than boys.” He smiled. “You’re still my best friend.”

“Really? You don’t care?”

“Nope,” he took another bite of his pizza.

“So let me get this straight. You don’t care that I prefer girls over guys?”

“Why would I?” he gave you a questioning look.

You paused, “Well… I don’t know actually.”

“Y/n, you overthink too much.”

“You’re right,” you smiled.

“I am kind of upset about one thing.”

Shit shit shit shit shit. What did you do? Why was he upset?

You heart began racing, “And what’s that?”

“Did you really think I would hate you for being gay?”

“I-um- I don’t know,” you sighed. “I just thought you’d think I was different or weird.”

He grabbed your hands and you looked at him, “Y/n, nothing you ever do is weird to me. You’re my best friend and nothing, absolute nothing will change that. Okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled and hugged him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“Of course! But you will just have to deal with the fact that girls will prefer me over you.”

“Excuse me?”

“No girl can resist Jack Maynard,” he shrugged. “That’s just how it is.”

“Oh really?” you smirked.

“I hate to break it to you,” he took another bite.

“I have an idea,” you started.

“Hmm?” he encouraged you to go on.

“Let’s go out and see who can get more numbers. Winner gets bragging rights.”

“What about our movie night?”

“Are you scared that I’ll get more numbers than you?”

He scoffed, “Puh-lease.”


Jack’s jaw hung open as you came back with yet another girl’s number. He couldn’t believe how many you had actually got.

“I think that’s 14,” you laughed. “Wait no, 15. Because the blonde girl gave it to me instead of you!”

“I don’t care,” he said taking a gulp of his beer.

“Wait,” you laughed. “I got 15 and you go what? Nine? I think that means that I, the lesbian, won.”

He slammed his drink on the counter and headed towards the exit. You followed your best friend, rolling your eyes on the way.

“Are you really upset that I won?” you laughed.

“I can’t believe you!” he huffed as you two left the club.

“What can I say? No girl can resist Y/n Y/l/n.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” you smiled smugly.

“True.” He laughed.

“Now let’s go get my best friend laid!” you slung an arm around his shoulder as you two walked towards another club.

“What about you?” he asked.

“I don’t need your help to get laid. I think I made that clear in the last bar.”

His eyebrows knit together, “I do not need your help getting laid.”

However, Jack didn’t complain when he left with a pretty brunette later that night thanks to you initiating their conversation.

Sadly, you weren’t the only one who helped others get laid. And Jack never let you forget it when he was the reason you got some.

No matter the time nor setting, he could remember every single person you’d slept with because of him.

Once, you two were hanging around his place when he brought it up.

“Remember that blonde with the badass sleeve?” he’d say as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, what about her?”

“She only slept with you because of me,” he smiled.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because of my amazing mouth?” you’d laugh, leaving Jack redder than a tomato.

Once you were all around Caspar’s, all the boys knowing about your sexuality by then.

Jack said, “How about the one with the cute bob? Remember her? Yeah, she was hot.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t go home with you now did she?” you’d reply which he would return with a pout.

After that incident, he never mentioned about how good of wingman he was ever again, but you both knew he was. Though Jack Maynard may be a good wingman, but he was an even better best friend.

i hate sexuality isnt a choice discourse sm honestly cus like yeah ofc i get it ugh it reminds me of like how homophobes are always being like umu they were born that way so we have to pity them for their condition instead of respecting who they are

and some ppls journey of discovery is so so long! and it is a choice to explore and come to terms with who u are, finally being able to actively call myself a lesbian despite my anxieties and become active in the comm after like years of feeling like i wouldnt be accepted was a choice,

like no straight persons going to wake up tomorrow and be like oh i’m gay now.i’ve decided to be gay for the day. but theres really no harm in ur lgbt siblings seeing their path as a choice, a path they took that was not controlled by some outside force, instead of believing you were born the way you were. cus then youre like how did it take so long? shouldnt i have known? am i failure? arewho realized faster are better than me? some ppl, its empowering, this is who i was born to be, others, this is who i’ve become after this journey, you know. the way you see ur gay awakening isn’t harming anyone. no need to get on ppls case about this. its rlly not that big of a deal

 Anyways, “Still Star Crossed” turned out to have a very good first episode. They obviously changed some stuff from the book, which I guess I’ll have to wait and see if that makes it better or not. But in generall that episode was so atmospheric and intense. 

I loved that they actually showed us Romeo and Juliet and made us like them and care for them (which I never did before sorry not sorry). The funeral scene was so damn scary and horrible and “The curse on house Montague!” and then all the hell broke loose - amazing scene!

Lashana Lynch is a perfect Rosaline, she’s exactly how I imagined her while reading, so yeah good casting choice. Love my Rosaline. 

So far I’m a little bit dissapointed in Livia. I remember her being more “ride or die” for Rosaline in the book, then she was showed here, but I’ll give her time, because she was my fave in the book. 

Isabella can step on me and I’ll just smile and say thank you, because she’s a literall goodness.

Lady Capulet can choke. Hate her, hate her. hate her.

Escalus… Damn,  Escalus  is difficult. They actually made me feel sorry for him here, but then i remember that thing he did in the book and will probably do here too and I’m back to hating him very much. I don’t care his reasons, that was/will be a ultimate dick move. So I don’t know I never liked  Escalus, but at least this version of him didn’t make me want to stab myself everytime he has scenes. So there’s that.

I loved Wade Briggs as Benvolio too. Feel kind of sad that they didn’t include the scene, where he’s wondering Verona at night all alone and seeing the ghosts of his friends. I loved that scene so much, I wish we could have it here, to show viewers hor lonely and traumatized he is after losing both of his friends. 

Rosaline and Benvolio have the exactly type of chemistry i wanted them to have. All that UST guys, damn. Can’t wait for them to smash their pretty faces together. Also loved it that during Romeo and Juliet’s wedding scene all Rosaline and Benvolio did was rolling there eyes at each other, everytime the pair started to make out. Gold.

All in all, the episode was good, can’t wait for the next one. Juging from promo it’s gonna be Rosaline x Benvolio  heavy, which is yes. Good. This is exactly what I’m here for. 

If you love period drama, cool female characters, classic tropes (like arrange marriage, from enemies to friends to lovers) and crack Shakespeare fanfictions you should definitely check out “Still star crossed” - it’s awesome and deserve your attention.

Worst Day, Best Ending (Shaudrey).

A/N: So this sweet sweet prompt was sent by the amazing @gayassraulson on wattpad; Love, I really hope, with all my heart, I’ve done it right. Thank you so much for reading it guys, almost 2k readings that’s a dream!! Please, give me feedback, It means the most to me! Also, if you have any prompts, please tell me! I love to write your prompts more than anything!. I personally don’t feel really happy with this chapter, but I really hope you guys will like it! I’m sorry if it sucks :( okay okay, enough, enjoy <3 xoxo

“You should have died there! It was a fucking mistake letting you stay alive!” Matt screamed as he got closer to Shelby, who had teary blue eyes for the 100th time only this week; Since the couple had survived My Roanoke Nightmare things seemed to go downhill more than ever. The lovers used to always support each other, sharing a feeling most people would never be able to experience, but since they first entered that big house everything seemed to vanish, leaving them only with sorrow and anger.

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anonymous asked:

hi mod aria!! im atheist so i hope this is ok to ask! whats your experience in catholic spaces and being openly gay? what are some of the challenges you faced & how can atheists such as myself be more sensitive to that and understanding? <33

My experience in Catholic spaces has been… less than pleasant, unfortunately. :-( It’s not the Church itself that’s the issue (though I disagree with their anti-abortion stance, that’s a rant for another day), but where my church is located. I live in an area where Republicans are the majority, so things like gay rights are swept under the rug and never talked about. There’s one kid in my catechism class who’s a huge Trump supporter, so he and I tend to take the lesson we’re learning and somehow turn it into a passionate debate on politics. ^.^;

I’m not comfortable enough in my parish to come out of the closet – in fact, I’m not even really out to my parents yet. I tried coming out to my mom and it didn’t end well; she advised me to never tell my dad (who’s a very strong Catholic) about it. We’ve also had a few awkward conversations where they basically told me I was straight and the only reason I was thinking about sexuality stuff was because of Rae. …Yeah, they’re in denial.

I guess the best thing atheists like you can do is be accepting. You don’t have to share my religion to respect that it’s my choice to believe, and vice versa. I hate atheists who tell me that God doesn’t exist, and I’m sure that you hate religious people who try to persuade you that atheism is wrong. Just show us – or anyone, for that matter – the respect we deserve, and we’ll do the same. :-)

The Argument

Luke Hemmings Imagine

A/N: Just a little request I found some time to whip up. Hope you enjoy! 


“You’re acting like a child Luke, you don’t just get to decide this for the both of us!” You screamed at him. 

“You know why it needs to be this way, don’t act like you don’t understand because I know you do.”

“Understand what? That your family is apparently more important than mine?”

“Stop twisting my words! I just mean that you get to see your family all the time and I see mine only on breaks and holidays. I just want to spend Thanksgiving with my family, why are you making this so difficult?”

“Luke I understand that’s what you want, but we’ve spent every single holiday with your parents since we’ve been together. I’ve missed out on every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, and every Easter since we started dating five years ago! Can’t you let me bring my boyfriend over for Thanksgiving to meet my family?” You shouted at him.

“I’ve already met your family!” He shouted right back, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

“Yeah, four years ago! And we’ve never been back. Besides, you met my mom and dad, not my aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and everyone else that’s dying to meet my long term boyfriend. You’re a big part of my life Luke, but so are they. Can’t you compromise this one time?”

“Stop making me feel bad Y/N, you know I’m busy. You signed up for this lifestyle too you know! Don’t pretend I’m the only one making things difficult. And it’s not even my fault I’m busy all the time so don’t make me feel like it is!” You could see the vein in his neck popping out, but you were too worked up to care.

“Oh please don’t act like you have no choice Luke, you can fly your family out to see you any time you want! Can’t you just compromise for once and have Thanksgiving with my family?”

“No! They hate me anyways.” He spoke shortly.

“Yeah, because they don’t know any better. They know the rockstar Luke Hemmings from the tabloids, not the Luke my sweet, dedicated boyfriend. They met you one time when you picked me up to go on a date, that’s all they know. For all they know, you’re the playboy the press makes you out to be, seeing as though you never come around enough for them to know any better.” You spoke with malice, holding the tears back the only way you knew how; by shouting even louder.

“Y/N you always do this, don’t be a fucking bitch. We’re going to Australia for Thanksgiving and that’s final.” He crossed his arms, chest heaving and throat aching from all the yelling. You two hadn’t fought like this in a long time and Luke didn’t think he had ever seen you as angry as you were when he uttered that ultimatum.

“You know I don’t even know why I bother being in this relationship, because it seems pretty one sided to me. You know ever since the band took off, it’s like all of my needs come second to you and your rockstar universe and I’m sick of it. I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving without a girlfriend.” You spat before turning on your heel and exiting the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Fine!” He yelled after you, but he doubt you heard him. Luke let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding before releasing a cry of frustration he was sure the whole building could hear, tearing at his hair and kicking a dining chair across the room. He hated fighting with you. You always knew just how to make him feel guilty and he always ended up saying things he didn’t mean. Though suddenly, Luke’s eyes widened at the realization that you had just left him. Neither of you had ever walked out of an argument before. Usually you just yelled at each other about something stupid until one of your apologized and you ended the night with killer make up sex.But now, the only thought running through his mind was the question as to whether you left him for Thanksgiving, or for forever. He prayed to God it wasn’t the latter. You were to precious to him to allow you to walk out.

Anxiously, Luke picked up his phone and dialed your number. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. He called again and this time it rang twice before he heard your sweet voice telling him to leave a message. Clearly, you were ignoring him. He called a third time, only this time it went straight to voicemail. Great, you had turned your phone off. Sighing, he hung up before opening the message ap and shooting you a text.

I’m so sorry :-(. Pls come home.

He groaned in frustration before he began dialing the number of your best friend. He knew that’s where you had to be.

“Um, hello?” Her high pitched voice rang through the speaker and Luke breathed a sigh of relief that she had actually picked up.

“Mary, hi, uh, it’s Luke.” He gasped into the phone.

“Hey Luke.” She noticeably sighed on the other end and he heard a voice in the background whispering something.

“Is Y/N there?” He heard some scuffling in the background before he picked out a voice that could only belong to you.

“I don’t want to see him.”

Her dismissal of him hurt a lot more than he thought it would and Luke hung his head, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Please, I need to speak with her.”

“Just a second Luke.” Mary snapped, before whispering back to you. “He sounds so sad Y/N, c’mon just give him a chance.” She whispered to you, holding her hand over the phone so Luke wouldn’t be able to hear. 

“You didn’t hear the things he said or how he said them.” He heard you mumble and his heart broke at your melancholy tone. There was more mumbling and scuffling coming from the other line before Mary came back on the line, her voice barely above a whisper.

“She doesn’t want to talk right now, but between you and me I’m taking her out to the club tonight around eight okay?”

“Oh my god, thanks so much Mary.”

“Yeah, yeah just don’t screw this up.” She scowled before hanging up on him. Luke chuckled before hanging up the phone and rushing upstairs to put on some nicer clothes. He was going to win you back if it was the last thing he ever did.


The pounding beat of the club remix pounded through his ears as Luke scoured the floor for you. He hadn’t had any luck so far, but he wasn’t giving up hope quite yet.

Just as he was taking another sip of his drink, he saw Mary’s familiar curly head of hair dragging another figure dressed all in black behind her. Even from here, Luke could tell you just didn’t look the same. You didn’t look excited to be here like you usually were when Luke took you out, but instead like this was the last place on earth you wanted to be. Mary pulled you through the crowd and Luke watched, getting up from his seat and making his way over to you. But as soon as your eyes locked with his hopeful baby blues, a scowl appeared on your face and you yanked your hand out of Mary’s grip.

“You told him we were coming?” You growled fresh anger coursing through your veins.

“Y/N please don’t be mad. I just want you guys to talk.”

“That was not your decision to make.” You hissed, shooting a glare towards Luke.

“Baby come on I-” Luke started, but you cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You snapped, rendering Luke silent. “I’m leaving.” You turned on your heel and began marching out of the club. Mary shot him a sympathetic glance before he took off running after you.

You had already gone out the back door of the club by the time he got to you, the fast click of your stilettos the only sound reverberating through the darkness. Luke couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He hated that you were still angry with him, but damn you were cute when you were mad.

“Baby where are you going?” Luke exhaled.

“Away from you.” You spoke soundly, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. Your little black dress may be cute, but it wasn’t warm enough for this cold October weather.

“C’mon baby I said I was sorry.” He whined, but you only walked faster.

“No actually you didn’t say anything.” You huffed.

“Well maybe if you would give me a chance to say it then we could both go home.” He was beginning to tire of your refusal to forgive him.

“Don’t pretend like it’s going to be that easy Lucas.”

Oh shit. You only ever called him Lucas once before and that was the angriest you had ever been at him. There’s no way he wanted to repeat that incident, so he figured it was time to start groveling.

A clap of thunder jolted the both of you, echoing through the quiet night. Luke suddenly felt a raindrop hit his cheek and within three seconds the skies opened and rain fell like a hurricane around you two.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted. It had also been awhile since he heard you swear. “Is this how the day is going to go!?” You shouted to no one. As if the universe had taken the challenge, Luke heard the a sharp snap and watched as you went down to the pavement. The heel of your shoe had just broken and so you sat in a puddle of water, hair clinging to your face and mascara running down your cheeks. You struggled to get up, standing with a broken fervor.

Luke took this opportunity to shrug off his jacket and gingerly place it around your shoulders, scared as to how you would react to his peace offering. Frowning, you molded your body into the fur lined jacket and Luke, taking this as a sign of your tolerance of him for the time being, scooped you into his arms and held you close, shielding you from the wind and rain allowing himself to take the brunt of it instead.

After about ten minutes of walking in complete silence, Luke was able to hail the two of you a cab. An even quieter taxi drive and elevator ride later, the two of you were back in your apartment and you still hadn’t spoken a single word to him. Your expression was unreadable as you stripped yourself of the soaked dress. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, you tromped downstairs, leaving Luke alone in the bedroom. He had to think of a really great way to apologize before you left him for real.

Tentatively, Luke made his way downstairs after you where he found you sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. The sound of your sneeze, followed by the saddest little sniffle he had ever heard. As quiet as he could, Luke made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a can of soup to heat over the stove. He also began brewing a cup of tea, making it just how he knew you liked it. After they were all warm, he placed them on a tray along with a small flower you kept in a vase next to the sink. He carried the tray into the living room snagging a blanket off the back of a chair before he snuck over to you and placed the tray on the table and spread the blanket over you.

“What are you doing?” You halfheartedly mumbled, almost too tired and too sick to be mad anymore.

“What I should have done earlier.” Luke knelt down in front of you, taking your hand in his before taking a deep breath. “Baby I am so sorry that I acted like a selfish prick and called you names. I didn’t mean anything I said and you’re completely right it was selfish of me to always put my needs in front of your own and I promise to listen to you more from now on. Darling, please forgive me? Oh and I’ve decided to fly my family up here so we can all have Thanksgiving at your house together. That is, if you’ll still have me.” He rambled, his soft blue eyes begging for you to take him back.

You couldn’t help but to offer up a soft smile at your boyfriend, so desperately and literally begging on his knees for your forgiveness. What could you say? You loved the boy, now matter how big of a dick he could be sometimes.

“You really mean it?” Your face lit up at his suggestion and Luke beamed.

“Of course I do baby. I’d do anything for you sweetheart.”

You sighed, throwing your arms around him and pulling him towards you, his head hitting your chest since he was still on his knees.

“And I’m sorry for being petty and ignoring your calls and blowing everything out of proportion. But thank you for apologizing and of course I forgive you. And don’t be silly I definitely still want you there for Thanksgiving. I was just mad so I said what I knew would hurt you.” You frowned, guilt taking over you now that you realized he had thought you had broken up with him.

“I love you sweetheart.” Luke placed a warm kiss on your lips before plopping down on the couch next to you and pulling to tray on to his lap. “I know you’re catching cold, and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it so I made you some soup and tea with honey.”

“Ugh you’re so good to me.”

“Only because you deserve it babe.” He leaned down to kiss your temple before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him as you slurped the soup, humming in content.
Perhaps you and Luke weren’t the perfect hollywood couple and maybe sometimes you argued over petty things, but goddamn were the two of you in love.



STAN: We kinda made sure to tell our parents as soon as possible.
KYLE: Just in case Fatass was going to use it against us.
KYLE: He’s been dormant for a long time, we don’t know when he could strike.
KYLE: It’s just right under our noses, I just know it.
KYLE: He’s right around the corner.
STAN: Right. So letting everyone know before he could spill it made it a lot easier.

KYLE: And I think, out of us both, my parents probably had the best reaction?
KYLE: I mean, they were actually cooler with it than I thought.
KYLE: My dad just said I was getting older, and that I could make my own decisions.
KYLE: And my mom was just grateful it was Stan.
STAN: She doesn’t hate me anymore?
KYLE: She never hated you, dude. She just thought you were making bad choices.
KYLE: And that was like, a year ago.
STAN: Very true.

STAN: My parents were. Sort of the opposite?
STAN: Like, they were as cool with it as my parents can be.
STAN: My dad already knew I was gay, but. He mostly just rubbed it in my face this time.
STAN: And my mom was just. I don’t know.
STAN: I think she thinks I’m rushing into a relationship so I don’t have to deal with my own problems.
KYLE: Geez, really?
STAN: Yeah. I dealt with that stuff a long time ago, I just don’t think she knows it.
STAN: But we’re not getting like, kicked out or anything.
KYLE: Yeah, the situation itself is pretty okay.