#one of the kids in that group was wearing a trans pride bracelet and he had to see that

[boot-prints]

Made the mistake of scrolling down the Hogwarts Legacy tag for a while, gonna blacklist it now so I can't keep doing it because it's not a helpful or productive thing to do. It's all kinds of infuriating though.

[atimeofyourlife]

As soon as the team was asked for volunteers, Steve was the first to sign up. He usually hated working events, but this was different. This was the first event when they'd get to be themself. He'd been to pride only once before, getting dragged along with Robin the year before, and it had ended up being a world of discovery.

Sure, he couldn't be decked out in rainbows and flags, having to wear their EMT uniform. But their boss had approved pins and bracelets as long as it didn't interfere with the duty. So his uniform had their pronoun of the day pins (They/He), their updated name badge showing his choice of names (Steve/Evie), pins and bracelets of the trans, non-binary, genderfluid, and bi pride flags. And Robin had braided bi pride ribbons into his hair before he tied it back when getting ready. It was going to be a good day.

He was kept busy, like the rest of the first aid team. And being one of the highest trained on duty, one of two AEMTs and in training to become a paramedic, he was tending to deal with the worst injuries and illnesses, and having to triage for if anyone needed to be transferred to the hospital. Robin stopped by a few times, to check in, and to give them snacks. It helped break up the day as he wouldn't get a long break.

They'd had to spend some of the day hurrying around the site whenever the radio buzzed for first-aid assistance at various points around the site. He was making his way back to the first-aid tent after one call, when their eye was caught by the band on the second stage. In particular, the long-haired guitarist. Steve couldn't help watching them as he walked by, until he stumbled and nearly fell into someone. They shook their head, and dragged their eyes away to make his way back to the tent. He was there to do his job, not make eyes at a pretty guitarist. They tried to put it out of their mind, but he couldn't help looking out for the guitarist as the day passed. Not letting it get in the way of their job, but whenever they had a second free.

Late in the afternoon, they were alerted to a group of people making their way to the tent. Two guys supporting a third, with another guy ahead of them to clear the way. Steve pulled fresh gloves on and hurried down to help. As he reached the group, he realized that the guy being supported was the pretty guitarist. They tried to not think about it, needing to remain professional.

"What seems to be the problem?" Steve asked, swapping places with one of the guys supporting the guitarist.

"He nearly passed out on us." One of them responded.

"Right. Come on, we'll get you all checked out." Steve replied, guiding them into the tent.

"You can check me out anytime, sweetheart." The guitarist replied, leaving Steve fighting back a blush.

"Eddie, shut up." The guy in front snapped, before glancing at Steve. "Sorry about him."

"But he's pretty." The guitarist- Eddie- whined.

"Okay, just set him down here." Steve helped Eddie onto the bed at one end of the tent, before turning to the other guys. "Only one of you can stay in here with him because of the space, so if the other two can just wait outside?"

The other three guys looked between them, silently deciding that the shorter, curly haired guy would be the one to stay behind.

"Gare-bear, where they going?" Eddie asked.

"They're waiting outside for you, asshole."

Steve coughed a little to hide the laugh that threatened to burst out, the conversation reminding them too much of dealing with a drunk Robin, or worse, the kids while they were crossfaded for the first time.

"Okay, can I just pop this on your finger for a reading?" Steve asked, waiting for Eddie to hold his hand out so he could fix the pulse ox monitor. They then grabbed a clipboard and a blank paperwork sheet. "And while we wait for that, just a few questions. Can we start with your name?"

"Eddie Munson." The other guy, Gare? replied.

"You can take my last name, angel." Eddie said, which Steve ignored.

"Thank you, and the date of birth?"

The other guy reeled it off, as Steve wrote it down.

"And Gare, was it?"

"Gareth."

"Gareth, sorry. Can you tell me what, exactly, happened? The other guy said he nearly passed out?"

"Yeah. Uh, we were performing earlier. We're in a band. He was fine then. But in the last thirty minutes or so, he's been complaining about not feeling so good, and then he nearly passed out."

"Okay." Steve wrote down all the information, then copied down the numbers from the pulse ox. "I just need to get the rest of your vitals, okay, Eddie?"

"Anything you want. He's so beautiful, isn't he Gare?"

"Anything you say, Eds."

Steve set to taking the vitals, making sure everything was normal, but kept asking questions to get to the bottom of it.

"Any medical conditions?"

"No."

"Do you know if he's taken anything in the last twenty four hours? Any prescription meds, or over the counter, or any other substance?"

"Shhh. Gare, you can't tell him."

"Dude, I'm not a cop. I just need to know if it could be what you've taken, or so if you need any medication it won't react to it."

"He smokes, and we were smoking weed last night. But he smokes weed most weeks and has never reacted like this." Gareth explained.

"Uh-huh." Steve continued to make notes, both the answers to the questions and Eddie's vitals. "Any alcohol?"

"A couple of beers."

"When was the last time he ate?" Steve asked, frowning when they noticed that Eddie's blood sugar was on the low side.

"Wait, I think that was-" Gareth broke off for a moment. "Eddie, you certifiable moron."

"Not eaten much today?" Steve guessed.

"Not eaten at all today. He doesn't eat breakfast, ever, and he felt sick before we went on so he didn't eat lunch. And after he still didn't want anything."

"That pretty much explains everything. Plus drinking on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster. I'll grab some water and something small so you'll feel less like passing out." Steve crossed the tent to find a bottle of water and the emergency snacks they kept, usually for diabetics.

"Here. Drink some water, and eat these. I know they're not the most exciting snacks, but you should feel better after." Steve handed it over to Eddie, a mini bag of fruit gummies, and a small pack of crackers.

Steve kept a check on Eddie as he ate the snacks. He seemed to be doing better, which put Steve's mind at ease. And kept trying to flirt, which left them fighting to remain professional.

"How are you feeling now, Eddie?" Steve asked after a few minutes, hoping that it wouldn't be too much longer before they could have a moment to freak out, preferably with Robin.

"Better. But you could make me feel incredible, big boy." Eddie said, a clear flirty tone in his voice.

"Not while I'm on duty," Steve replied slightly absently as he made a note on Eddie's sheet. Then, realizing what they'd said, fought to figure out how to backtrack without offending Eddie. "I mean, it's good that you're feeling better. I would recommend you try to get a balanced meal soon, something with carbs, protein, fibre, fats. That will help keep you feeling better, and keep you from feeling like you're going to pass out again. And it might be best if you stay off the alcohol for today."

"Does that mean- ow." Eddie started to ask something, but cut off. Steve looked up from the clipboard, and it was obvious that Gareth had elbowed Eddie to get him to shut up.

"This is your copy of the paperwork, it just has your vitals, and what's happened. If you still feel unwell later, and you need to come back here, or you seek medical attention somewhere else, you can show this, so whoever you see has some background for what has happened today." Steve explained, handing the sheet over to Eddie.

"Thanks," Eddie replied, starting to stand up.

"You're welcome, enjoy the rest of your day." Steve turned to start sanitising and packing away the equipment used, so the space would be tidy for the next person to need it. He could hear a brief, whispered conversation behind him, but ignored it. Until they felt a tap on their shoulder, and turned back to Eddie.

"For you," Eddie said, thrusting a small piece of paper into Steve's hands before leaving the tent with Gareth.

Steve unfolded it, and read the note. 'What about when you're off duty?' followed by a phone number. He blushed a little as he shoved it into his pocket. God, they needed to talk to Robin.

Later, once he was home, he finally had the chance. Not that she was much help.

"You're telling me you nearly fell over yourself because you were staring at this guy, kept looking out for him because you hoped to see him after, he shows up to the tent and is flirting with you, and gave you his number. And you haven't called him?"

"That is missing the point entirely? He wasn't well when he came to the tent, and it kinda feels like I was taking advantage of him to end up with his number after that. I should have given him to one of the others. I shouldn't have let him give me his number." Steve protested, feeling unsure if they had handled everything in the best way.

"You are the only person I have ever met who thinks that getting the number of someone you find attractive is somehow a bad thing. This is why you're still single."

Basically giving Steve my gender here. In this he's genderfluid and uses various combinations of They/He/She pronouns, depending on the day I was at pride today (well, yesterday as it's now after midnight here), and this idea came to me on the way home. Also, idk how first aid services at events work in the US, so this is vaguely based off what I know from what I've seen in the UK.

[probably-enjolras]

random aro!enjolras drabble for pride month

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The parade was passing through and Enjolras felt like he was missing something. He wasn't as decked out as his friends; no flag around his back or flower crown in his hair, but he had his shirt off to show his top surgery scars, a "he/him" pin on his lanyard that showed information for Les Amis de l'ABC, and Courfeyrac talked him into wearing a stack of rainbow and trans flag bracelets along his arm. Yet in the place he felt the most at home - being himself with his friends - something wasn't in place.

Enjolras began perusing the stalls and stands that different groups had set up. He had made sure to keep a stack of paper money with him for donations, giving them out to community and local organizations. Les Amis had a stall set up at the Café, but they were all taking turns manning the stall versus enjoying the festivities.

As Enjolras continued walking, a stall caught his eye. The stand had a few flags hanging on it with different shades of purple, green, grey, white, and black. Enjolras recognized the purple ones as the asexual flag, but the green flag caught his eye. He steadied himself and walked over to the stall.

The stall was being operated by two college-age kids, someone who looked to be in their mid-thirties, and an older man with a thick beard. When Enjolras stopped, the man stood up and gave him a smile.

"Hey son," the man said, looking at Enjolras' pin. "What can I help you with? Flags? Pins? Maybe a few zines by these lovely people behind me?"

Enjolras looked around the stall and his eyes fell on the green flags again. "What do the green flags mean?" he asked. "I know the purple is for asexuality, but I don't recognize the green one." He felt his face flush as he asked the question. Enjolras liked to think he was in the loop of all things queer; his friends had so many labels and have taught him so much more than his conservative family taught him, but admittedly he was more aware of political theory than identities.

"Oh!" the man said, smile widening. "It's the aromantic flag." Upon seeing Enjolras' slight look of unrecognition, the man continued. "It means they don't experience romantic attraction. Some people are just aromantic and never experience romantic attraction, some use the term greyromantic because they sometimes feel attraction, feel attraction but to a very low level, or feel somewhere between aromantic and alloromantic, and some use demiromantic because they don't get romantic feelings until a very deep bond is formed." The man pointed at each flag as he talked.

Enjolras stayed quiet for a second. He hadn't realized this was an option. All his friends talked about their crushes and romantic relationships, and while Enjolras enjoyed hearing about it, he never had anything to share, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"How do you know if you're aromantic?" he asked, feeling sheepish.

The man gave him a knowing smile. "It's a process of finding yourself, but sometimes you just know."

Enjolras looked at the little green and grey pins on the table. Everything felt like it was clicking into place. All the years of trying to be in romantic relationships hoping romantic feelings would form and ending up having to break up and losing a friend because he couldn't do it. All the confusion of what he thought were crushes but the idea of being more than friends made his stomach churn. Every time he changed the subject when his parents asked him about settling down because settling down with someone was so foreign to Enjolras in a way he couldn't express. All of it was suddenly a shade of green, calming like summer trees and fresh cut grass.

Enjolras pulled out his wallet and gave the man a few dollars.

"I'll take a pin please."

[deceptive-jo]

Merry Christmas

(The final ficlet for this...year probably! And Merry Christmas to all my celebrating followers!)

Even the numerous inhabitants of Egotropolis celebrate Christmas in their very own way, with their families and friends. Let’s take a look around the houses, shall we?

Words: 1922

Ships: The Author x Actor Marc; Darkstache; Marvin x JBM

“Merry Christmas!” Mad Mike slid into the living room, clearly exited to already be getting presents. “What in the heavens are you wearing?” Author’s shocked expression was exactly what he had tried to achieve and Mike looked down on himself. His sweatpants were a simple light blue but his sweater could be a bit...much with its blues and pinks. “You look like you slapped the Trans pride flag in there and then dumped a gallon of glitter on it.” Admittedly that was pretty much what had happened after he asked Bim for help… Marc threw his arm around him, in his own nightmare of a red Christmas sweater, “I for one like it. Good job on that, kid.” He ruffled his already unruly hair before falling down next to his fiance. Mike preferred a place on the floor, with direct view over the presents. Author’s were already in his room, having gotten them on the end of his holiday celebrations (an USB-stick from Anti which’s content still no one knew, though it was certainly not due lack of trying on Marc’s side, and a Death Note from Mike- a hilarious joke they were sure but considering their connections Author couldn’t be too sure). The lights on the tree flickered for a moment before Anti glitched into the room, red and green lights flickering in his hair. Well, you took what you got and at least he was enjoying himself. “When’s that brother of yours supposed to arrive?” “Any moment now, surely”, a voice came from the entrance where the Host entered. The room seemed to light up as Author jumped over backrest of the couch and pulled his brother in a hug. “Glad you could make it”, Actor smiled as he passed him a glass of eggnog. “Merry Christmas everyone.”

~~~

Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstache were awoken by the sound of rapid knocking on their bedroom door. “It’s Christmas morning, get up!” Dark could only burrow his head deeper in the pillows, “Just wait, we’ll be out in a moment.” They could almost see Bim dramatically draped against the door when he answered, “I’ve waited one whole year. If you’re not down in ten minutes we start without you!” Slowly Dark lifted his head, hairs askew, “This boy, I swear-”

Exactly ten minutes later the couple entered the sitting room, with its enormous tree and the pile of presents underneath. Bim looked like he should be held back and as soon as he saw the two Egos enter he bolted forward, only to get tripped by Yancy. “Youse need to chill!” Wilford watched the scene fondly, Bim somehow managed to pull half the Egos into his enthusiasm and now the Jims and Illinois ere figuratively vibrating with excitement (Bing was literally vibrating next to Google which was disturbing to say the least). “Okay, go on-”, he hadn’t even finished before Bim surged forward and began handing presents out in light-speed. The whirlwind only stopped when the Host, so far clearly light-asleep next to Dr Iplier, got hit into the chest with what was probably another note book (they could be glad Bim decided against throwing the box that turned out to be a new typewriter). Egos began opening presents, either tearing into them like small kids (the Jims and King, mainly) or slowly unwrapping and folding the paper together again (the Googles and Yancy). Dark nearly got strangled when Bim thanked him for the new set of ties while Wilford next to him was too busy examining the dagger that had been sent from the Cabin. Google was fiddling with some new gadget, judging by the accompanied message in clean letters on gold-white paper it came from the Mind Palace. Bing looked over his shoulder while trying to pay attention to Chase’s present at the same time. The Host turned towards the demon, pulling his attention away from the gold-black journal- no, scrapbook- he was holding. “A merry Christmas.” “It is indeed.”

~~~

"Holy shit, now that's a tree!" Jackie stared in amazement at the giant Christmas tree that filled up half of the open living room. Marvin turned around from where he was letting the last ornaments float into position, "Good Morning, darling." "Morning", the hero pressed a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek, "you did an amazing job. How long have you been working on this?" "Pretty much all night", the magician wiped off the sweat and slipped his mask back on. "You must be tired. Tea?" "Coffee..." He chuckled dryly when the cup was pressed in his hands. "Oh wow, this looks so cool! Uncle Marvin did you do this?", Connor came running into the room, his sister close behind. "Sure did, glad you like it, kid." "This is great for celebrating- can we open our presents now?" Chase came down the stairs and began leading them towards the dining table, "Nah, first breakfast, then presents." Ashley pouted but sat down and waited patiently until everyone had finished their christmas pnacakes before she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards the heap of presents. The others followed in a calmer pace (if only to annoy her a bit) and to her credit she waited until everyone was seated before reaching for the first present.

Surprisingly enough Ashley didn't open it but instead got up and handed the small box over to Jameson. Four more packages followed and once every adult had a wrapped box in their hands she looked at them excited. "Go on, open them!" The wrapping wasn't very neat but you could see the effort put into it and a moment later Marvin held a small item in his hand. A strangled noise escaped him as he stared down on the handmade bracelet. It wasn't anywhere near as high-quality as his usual accessories but he could see its aura, could feel the love radiating off of it. Looking over he recognised similiar bracelets in his brothers' hands. Jackie and Jameson were looking utterly delighted and over-joyed, while Chase and Henrik smiled, there were clearly tears shining in their eyes. "I made us family bracelets! Connor and I have our own already-" Chase didn't wait to pull his kids into a tight hug, his brothers joining right after. "I love you, sunshine, so much." "I love you too, daddy. Merry Christmas."

~~~

The Crankgameplays Mansion was bustling with energy, if a  bit different than the manor’s. All the Egos were seated in the living room, enjoying a movie marathon when a chime echoed from the kitchen. “Oh Blank, the cookies!”, Mrs Thomson looked up from her brochure at the dark ego who was already slipping out of the room. A mere minute later he returned with a plate piled with cookies. “Oh damn, those smell awesome!” Bernice snatched a cookie away, painted red and green nails matching with the green designer sweater she was wearing. “And they taste delicious. Good job, boy”, Father Ethan patted Blank’s shoulder as he fell back into his chair, but now with a small smile grazing his lips. The next hour or so passed in peaceful silence as the family followed the movie and enjoyed their cookies and hot chocolate. But of course it was interrupted when Mc Gee cam tumbling down the stairs from where he must have been decorating the roof, as he usually did. “They’re coming!”

Mrs Thomson rose with a shriek and rushed to the nearby mirror, nearly pushing Bernice out of the way. “Oh god already? They’re early for once- How does my hair look?” “Nice, my dear. Don’t stress yourself on this peaceful day”, Father Ethan once again made no indication to get up when the doorbell rang but luckily the Postman was already in place. “Well hello there, Gentlemen. Looking fine today!” “How dare you, I always look fine!” Mrs Thomson had to smile at the teasing, oh how she adored her grandchildren. Speaking of- the entrance hall was filled with people, taking off their jackets and shoes and shaking out the snow-filled hair. One of the black-haired men was standing in the middle, still in his coat and clearly struggling with the package in his arms. “Oh, let me help you!” With a surprising swiftness the old lady took the box from his hands. The young man’s eyes lit up, “Mrs Thomson, how wonderful to see you. You look lovely as always”, he bowed down for a light kiss on the knuckles. “You’re impossible, Author!” She hit him playfully on his shoulder but couldn’t hide the blush at his attitude. “You know me, I’m an old man after all- Marc were are the presents?” A hand reached out of the mass of people and a pile of wrapped gifts floated into the living room. “You brought presents?” “Yeah, you got some as well, we planned ahead this time”, Mike tumbled out of a group hug with his brothers and came over to greet her, “Merry Christmas, grandma!” With a smile she send him in the living room to follow Author into the kitchen. The writer was rummaging through the cabins, “Where are the plates in this house?” “What’s in the box?” “Uh...a cake, the Gingerbread house Mike failed to deliver...Sufganiyot from me and Rugelach because Host made too many- Aha!”, when Author finally re-emerged with enough plates the female Ego looked like she was about to faint. So many baked goods!

Once they entered the living room with their for plates everyone else had settled down around the  TV. Blank was trapped between Mike (chatting with the postman) and McGee, looking peaceful and happy for once. Marc was already in an animated conversation with Bernice and Father Ethan (he was about to snap his neck, should probably stop that) while Anti was hanging around Yandere. Mrs Thomson teared up at the rare sight of her whole family together and joyful, untroubled by their problems for once. A large warm hand came to rest on her frail shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Oma.”

~~~

The view from the Mind Palace was always magnificent but now that the sun was setting and reflecting the snow covering the hills one last time it nearly looked magical. So Roman was sitting at one of the large windows and painted. He’d gotten new brushes after all, those should be tested! The whole atmosphere was soothing. The Christmas tree and few candles were the only source of light while the full room offered enough light for Roman to draw, while Virgil played some slow song on the piano. Logan relaxed on one of the couches enjoying his newest book and the rare quietness. Janus was over by the tree crafting something that was either a simple wooden statue or a doomsday device (depending on which of his acquaintances sent it). He was completely emerged in the gift- where those tears shining in his face? Roman shook his head and decided not to stare too much. He did however exchange the canvas for a new one to turn the easel around and instead began to draw the group in front of him. Where the first four Sides were keeping to themselves and savouring the last hours of Christmas, Patton and Remus were huddled together on a love seat, with the dad Side nearly slipping off, while Remus had draped himself over the back rest. They were giggling over something on his phone while Patton’s lighted up constantly with all the Christmas wishes he must be receiving. Roman allowed himself a short sincere smile. Merry Christmas.

[people-observations]

types of people: pride family™ edition

gay grandpa: highly caffeinated at all hours of the day, says "back in my old day" too much, fuzzy cardigans, brown leather jackets, brick walls, "do it for the 'gram", lovely smiles, very soft, always sending wholesome memes to the group chat, animal person, blushing when he's around that one specific boy, messy handwriting.

lesbian mom: baggy jean jackets, tattered converse sneakers, loves plants, very responsible when the time calls for it, hayley kiyoko, feather earrings, mischevious smile, isn't afraid to stand up for herself, protective, tangled headphones, tea person, old cars, has a pocket full of rants for a rainy day, has nothing to prove to you.

trans sibling: shops exclusively at thrift stores, movie marathons, rainy days, squeezes their own juice, friendship bracelets, always choosing kindness, coffee with honey, environmental activist, shameless self-love, can't sit still, cranberry-orange muffins, puts their hand up in class a lot, strong, emotionally supporting their friends.

bisexual sibling: neon lights, cat-eye eyeliner, probably instagram famous, wears vans shoes too much, poetry books, the new trend with sequins that flip over, gives amazing hugs, early morning jogs, late night coffee-runs, hand-drawn cartoons, "you might like getting choked, but turtles don't, so keep you plastic out of the fucking ocean".

pansexual sibling: smudged lipstick, tire swings, yellow sweaters, takes polaroid pictures, pink nailpolish, wanted to be the garbage man as a child, modern art galleries, always pursing everything they're interested in, passionate, peaches and cream, blue demin, shops at the farmers market, wholesome, drama festivals.

polysexual aunt/uncle: independent, self-satisfied smirks, loves all mediums of art, very decisive, but their decisions are a mash of every option, thinks outside the box, hates being limited, mom jeans, black pens, the smell of airports, strawberry-kiwi-blueberry smoothies, lovely laugh, unconventional to say the least.

polyromantic aunt/uncle: their hands are always inkstained, architecture magazines, values happiness over exorbitant wealth, sleeping in late, sunday cartoons, tea with honey, diy croptops, lives for black and white movies, turtleneck sweaters, trustworthy, pizza margherita, has a few really close friends, ice-cream runs.

queer grandparent: vintage shirts and combat boots, has dyed their hair at least twice by now, origami fortune tellers, blacklights, glow-in-the-dark paint, ripped jeans, nimble fingers, needs to teach their facial expressions to use their inside voice, a map with several plotted road trips hanging on their wall, accepting of everyone.

non-binary cousin: unironed clothes, doesn't half-ass anything, aveeno moisturizer, holographic backpacks, not a morning person, has broken at least three alarm clocks by now, alt-indie music, was that one kid in class who actually took social media safety seriously, summer rain, reading a good book under the blankets.

asexual cousin: loves fantasy novels, old photo albums, green t-shirts, has read all of rick riordan's novels, grey sunsets, hates being told what to do, white bathroom tiles, only looks at the photos in brochures, purple pens, keeps movie ticket stubs, drinks their milk with a lot of honey, eating leftover pizza for breakfast, plastic hairbrushes.

aromantic aunt/uncle: leather jackets, would die for their friends, smoky eyeshadow, never uses plastic disposable water bottles, lacy underwear, lace-up boots, their wardrobe is black skinny jeans and black skinny jeans only, hates diet culture, promotes body positivity, comes off as intimidating, is actually a sweetheart.

[andimackbigbang]

Fic By: @sosoauthor

Art By: @cyrus-kippen

Fic-

TJ was almost ready to walk out the doors, jump in the back of his sisters car, and head to the pride parade. 

Of course it would take hours to get there, since it was pretty far, but both boys, along with Amber and her girlfriend, were completely fine with the road trip. But as Andi perfected her pan pride flag in the mirror, and Marty pulled on his trans bracelet, everyone’s phones went off with a tornado warning. 

“Ugh! We have to still go.” Buffy complained as she sat down on the couch, looking out at the rainy sky. “We can’t, it isn’t safe.” Amber sighed, pulling off her lesbian themed headband, that Andi made her. 

Marty, Buffy, Amber, Andi, Cyrus, and TJ had been saving up money for this trip forever. Even if it was one day, the group was ready to sacrifice all that time in a cramped up car in order to hold their pride flags high. 

“I’m sure the warnings will stop soon, Shadyside weather changes fast.” Andi assured.

Yet, within an hour, the warnings turned into tornado watch. And for hours, they were forced to stay within the Kippen residence. It soon turned into a sleepover. 

“This sucks!” Cyrus pouted, pulling a blanket over him. TJ sat next to him, pulling part of the blanket over him and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “I know. But at least we all got to hangout, right? And we have the whole month. I’m sure we can organize another pride event somewhere around Shadyside.” TJ tried to be happy. 

“Yeah, we can keep saving up money, and go to something better.” Marty said. 

So, with that, the group tried to find more and more events. Within a week, Andi managed to find a pride themed concert, and the group came together to afford tickets. 

“Finally!” Cyrus said. TJ smiled at his boyfriend. “We found another event in a week, what do you mean, finally?” 

“I know it seems stupid, but I’ve been wanting to show my pride in a bigger way. And now that all my friends are out as well, and I have a boyfriend….I just have been looking forward to doing something like this.” 

“It’s not stupid,” TJ took his hand in his,”I was excited for the parade too. But the concert will be just as fun.” Cyrus smiled, standing on his toes to kiss the taller boy. 

“You gonna sleep over tonight? Amber wanted us to sleepover so that we could leave early in the morning.”

Cyrus nodded. “I’ll just get a few outfits from my house, and my pride stuff.” he smiled. 

--

All five kids, leaving out Amber, were at the Kippen household.

They had a movie playing. “What’s taking my girlfriend so long?” Andi complained, looking back to the door. “She is finishing her shift, I’m sure.” TJ said. 

Just then, as if on cue, the boy got a call from his sister. 

“Yes, Amber?” 

“I hate to say this, but my car broke down. I don’t know what happened, but I went into work, and when I tried to start my car, it wouldn’t start.” 

“Is it the gas?” 

“Nope, I filled it this morning. And I don’t know what it is.”

“We don’t have another ride!” 

“I know, I know.” 

Everyone looked up at TJ, trying to listen to what Amber was saying. “I called the shop, I called mom, and she said she’ll cover the cost of the car. But they will be towing my car, so I’ll walk home.”

TJ sighed, “Okay, see you soon.”

When he hung up the phone, everyone looked at him expectantly. “Our ride broke down.” 

“There’s nothing close enough to us to walk!” Marty cried, throwing his head back dramatically. “Stop being dramatic, Marty.” Buffy took his hand, laying her head on his shoulder. 

The whole group was upset by then, and June was almost over. After that, it would be pretty much impossible to find anything even near where they were in Shadyside. 

--

Cyrus stayed an extra night at TJ’s, laying and cuddling up next to them. “What’s wrong?”

“Still just the whole pride thing.” 

TJ nodded. “We’ve been planning it since forever.”

“And now it’s like, saving all our money since January, and going out to buy pride makeup and clothes, was for nothing.” Cyrus shook his head. 

“Well, now we have an unlimited amount of rainbow eyeshadow and makeup, if we were to ever need it.” TJ said, trying to get the boy to laugh, barely managing to get a slight smile out of him. 

“It’s like, the world is against my pride.” Cyrus said. “The world isn’t against you, Cyrus.” 

“It feels like it.” he pouted. TJ smiled. 

“We’ll figure something out before June ends, babe.” TJ assured. “Now, get some sleep? It’s late.” 

Cyrus nodded sleepily, cuddling father into his boyfriend’s arms.

--

As the next week went on, and the end of pride month came near, Andi couldn’t help but point out to her girlfriend how upset Cyrus was. Out of everyone, he was the most impacted by the fact that he couldn’t show his pride. 

“I don’t really know what we can do about it. I guess we can just put away money and hope to do something fun next year.” Amber shrugged. She stood behind the counter with her uniform on, Andi sitting on the stool. 

“We can surely do something.” Andi said. “I’m sure we can do something pride related before the month ends, but there isn’t any big events happening any time soon.” 

“How about we organize our own?” Andi almost jumped at Buffy’s voice, watching as the girl sat next to her. “What?”

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t the only sad ones. Have you seen Marty? He has like tons of trans stuff and he doesn’t know if he can even wear it in Shadyside.” 

“We can’t organize a pride party, or whatever. Anywhere we go, someone homophobic will show up.” Andi rolled her eyes. 

“What about the Spoon?” Buffy motioned around her. “What about it?”

“You have access to the Spoon after hours. No one would be here unless invited, and we could clean up.” Buffy offered. “I could organize a playlist, invite people from the queer group at school. It would be a safe spot, until we closed up.” Andi nodded, pulling out her phone. 

“I don’t know guys….” Amber said. “Please?” Andi pouted. 

“I’ll talk to my boss. Don’t tell the boys unless I get permission. Don’t wanna get their hopes up again.” 

The other girls nodded as Amber was called back to work from her lunch break. 

--

“So?” Andi and Buffy waited outside of the Spoon at the end of her shift. “My boss said yes...but only because I offered to take a few extra hours and the cleanup job until the end of the week. And he said that if it was a mess, at all, I’m fired.” Amber said. 

“I’ll call the guys.” Buffy said. “I’ll get the playlist together.” Andi nodded. The three girls parted ways to do their jobs. 

Amber, being the popular girl she is, managed to contact the Queer Kidz Club, which the group was in. After getting the small group to agree to go, and bring pride stuff and food, Amber started getting ready herself.

Andi searched for her speakers, and organized the playlist, and made some cookies. Buffy got the boys, and they gathered all of their flags and makeup. 

By the time the Spoon was closed to customers, they were all set to the perfect party.

--

“Are you excited?” TJ asked Cyrus, finishing the rainbow flag on his cheek. Cyrus nodded. “At least this one can’t be messed up by a car breaking down.” 

“The Queer Kidz Club will be there, so it’s not just us. Katy is bringing those rainbow iced cupcakes she brought to the last meeting we had.” 

“Our job is to bring the pride flags and stuff to help decorate.” Cyrus nodded. 

TJ handed him the eyeshadows and lipsticks needed to make the pride flag. “Your turn to do me.” 

Cyrus was dressed in a black shirt that had striped to make a rainbow, along with the rainbow beaded bracelet on his wrist. TJ wore a white shirt that matched Cyrus’s. 

They walked, hand in hand, to the Spoon. 

“We’re here, we’re queer, and we have the pride flags right here!” TJ pushed the door open, setting the boxes dramatically at the booth closest to the door. 

Cyrus rolled his eyes at this, but pulled a few flags out and got to work on hanging them up on the walls. 

Andi connected her computer to her bluetooth speakers behind the counter. “Where did you even get these?” TJ asked his sister, who was hanging up the rainbow disco lights on the ceiling. 

“High schoolers throw parties a lot. Borrowed them from a friend.” she responded. 

Within an hour, they had a fun party going. 

So while Cyrus, along with the rest of the group, thought that somehow, the universe was against their pride, they still had fun during the month of June. 

The party went on pretty late, and even if it was a small diner, they somehow managed to fit the whole club in there. 

They may not have gone to the pride parade, or even the concert, but they still showed their pride. 

In a more creative, and different way.

Art-

[sunflowerpostsposts]

happy valentines!

Surprise! I’m your valentine @lovinmullen! Happy Valentines Day and I hope you enjoy these little headcanons!💖

thank you so much to @swingsetboys for organizing this and generally being amazing!

-After Andi got grounded for the high school party her phone was taken away for a bit. Amber freaked out at first thinking that Andi was mad till Cyrus (lord bless his peace making soul) filled her in on the situation. A letter arrived two days later in Andi’s mailbox, guess who it was from? Amber. It was an explanation to her parents and a was signed with “Sorry if I got you in trouble! Heres my address and keep exploring the world Bambi! There are many more things like that pool in Italy” (Andi has that note in a scrapbook)Thus begins a pen pal relationship, full of not so unrequited crushes, scribbled hearts, holding of hands and eventually after stealing a flannel from each other...a kiss. 

•Cyrus saw it coming from a mile away. No one just decides to go to the Spoon on every single day Amber is working and sit there with hearts popping from her eyes. 

 Andi will call Buffy or Cyrus and gush about a moment that happened. Little does she know that theres group call happening between the Kippen siblings, Marty and TJ are about to knock Amber out “Oh my god Amber if we hear about Andi’s eyes one more time!”. It becomes a cycle of calling. They even drew a diagram of how it would go. 

Andi calls Buffy calls Cyrus in groupcall, then afterwards Cyrus calls TJ who calls Marty who calls Amber to confirm that feelings are present who calls Andi to talk about her annoying brothers. Then everything repeats.

This can repeat for hours but hey it works.

-Ambi becomes official and everyone e x p l o d e s. It was expected but WOAH IT FINALLY HAPPENED? The pining is finally over thank schnitzel

-To celebrate one month Andi made a bracelet for Amber, she was hesitant at first and said “Are you okay with a girlfriendy thing?”. Amber acts chill about it but internally is screaming.

-(They worked out Amber somehow getting Jonahs bracelet a while ago). Andi gets her phone back soon and they are the couple who uses 22 emojis per text but its adorable! 

-In the end when they do the lanterns again Amber doesn’t put anything in hers. When Walker asks why she glances at Andi and shrugs “I already have everything I could wish for”

Bonus: Their first kiss was in a canoe! It flipped over causing them both to get soaking wet. On shore Amber lifted up their towel to block anyone watching right as Andi leaned forward to kiss her her again.

-Marty learned that Buffy moved away and that was the first time he messaged her since their fight, he apologized and said he hoped that she would have a good life in Arizona. 

-She kept him waiting for a few days because she’s still trying to figure out her feelings, friendship or crush?

- “Marty, thanks for apologizing. Can we talk when I visit?” He immediately says yes! 

-Once she comes back they talk. Its has a few embarrassing moments, some sad as well but in the end they both leave, hearts pounding and thoughts occupied with how even if they were friends how it could be different someday. 

Bonus: Marty comes out to Buffy as trans and Buffy comes out to him as bi. They go to parades together and will wear their respective flags with pride! Marty is the one to paint the flags on their cheeks. 

Bonus bonus: Its been almost 5 months since they talked about the crush situation and the FaceTime calls keep getting longer 

Bonus Basketball: Buffy and him play during the off season of basketball, soon Marty joins the guys basketball team. They still play against each other every Saturday morning.

Heres some Hogwarts shenanigans! 

Gryffindor: TJ, Buffy and Leo the Locker Boy

Slytherin: Amber, Reed and Natalie

Hufflepuff: Cyrus, Marty and Iris

Ravenclaw: Jonah and Andi!

The GHC became friends in 1st year, interhouse friendships for the win!

Marty joins the group 3rd year after the Yule Ball, he and Buffy dance so the group adopts him 

Buffy and TJ’s rivalry starts in 2nd year after a fight with who got the Quidditch field, then he insulted her and her skills. Not even a rap apology was going to be enough for him to be admitted into the group. He is Quidditch-Player-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name

TJ lashed out at her because he wanted to be Quidditch Captain but she was the one who got the position

They make up after Cyrus has a Charms class with TJ, the reason? Both agree that Cyrus is a very soft kid and we will protect him at all costs. 

(Buffy suspects more but doesn’t push at the reason why TJ does that little smile when Cyrus figures out a spell)

He writes an apology, near the end of the letter it says “You were right. You are the best Quidditch captain Hogwarts has seen” After this their rivalry is more of a friendship.

Andi finds the Room of Requirement and decides its going to be a LGBT+ club (she gets permission), the next time she walks in a pan flag appears above her head.

Cyrus helps her set up a network of kids who might want to attend 

Amber, Iris and TJ are more of the popular group so when Amber and Iris walk into the Room on a meeting day you can imagine the surprise. 

“Are you sure that this is the meeting Iris? They won’t stop staring” 

Andi is shooketh because holy heck my crush is coming to the meeting be chill Andi, b r e a t h

She greets them and after some snacks from the house elves everyone feels comfortable talking to each other and introducing themselves

Amber and Iris say they’ll be regulars.

Andi had to lie down after that meeting. 

Cyrus has Potions with TJ during 4th year. Mrs. Deborah, the teacher, sat them by each other to make a potion and it exploded first try. TJ got frustrated because he mixed up some numbers but Cyrus just laughs “Its okay! We can try again” 

Thus begins Smitten Kippen 

Don’t get him started on when they made Amortenia, they were supposed to share with the class and Cyrus declined. 

TJ in that moment: Oh my god what did he smell

Cyrus to Buffy and Andi later: I don’t see what the big deal about Amortenia is? It just smelled the same as when TJ sits by me like he does in Poti-wait                                                                                            Buffy and Andi: Are you okay??

TJ and Cyrus are the disaster gays of Hogwarts. 

They’ve tried to ask each other out almost 30 times now. But it always gets interrupted by something, a troll, a werewolf turning etc. 

Cyrus has almost given up until 5th year where at a Quidditch game he gets TJ’s scarf.

It was like the meme where someone says their cold and the other person piles warm clothing on them. 

He only needed the scarf because the blush was real in that moment, nothing could cool him down. He hugged TJ said a very rushed thank you then ran to the stands. 

After that game he gave TJ a sign that said “I’m not Kippen when I say I like you” 

It becomes almost a game to see who can out flirt who

Special blueberry macadamia muffin was delivered to the Gryffindor common room. Book about lizards sent to Hufflepuff with a note in the cover. Plenty of notes sent to each other during classes.

The one who makes a move is Cyrus, TJ writes him a small poem and he marches up to TJ after dinner to say “TJ Kippen will you go out with me?”

Nothing interrupted him and TJ said yes so fast it was like something possessed him

They have a cute Hogsmeade date <3

Buffy and Marty are the most competive friends anyone has seen. Mention Quidditch? They jump for the chance to see who gets the Snitch. Spells? Get under cover this is going to be a BATTLE

Due to these competitions they get sent to the hospital wing many, many times. 

They ate too many Weasley sweets and didn’t realize they both ate a vomiting one. 

Madam Pomfrey banned Weasley treats after that, said that students were too irresponsible (a healthy black market trade arose)

Once they got out and realized they both had actual physical harm happen because of a competition Marty proposed something

Marty: Look Buffy I love our competitions...but could we stick to banter for now?                                                                                                    Buffy: You know what would be convenient? Lets go on dates, easier way to banter with each other                                                                        Marty: *screams* 

He agrees after falling down a staircase they were walking down. 

(back to the hospital wing Marty) 

By the next day it was back to regular banter! With the occasional hand holding and kiss if one of them said something a little too silly

This is the one year Jonah and Walker are beaten in the Best Couple Competition. 

Speaking of Best Couple Competitions...the year Cyrus and TJ become public is the year they almost beat Wonah (the nickname for the pairing) 

Cyrus kisses him on the cheek, his hand and on tiptoes he’ll kiss his nose but never the lips. 

TJ is totally okay with this but wonders about it sometimes. 

Skip ahead to the final Quidditch match, they’ve been dating a few months. 

TJ (about to get on this broom): Hey how about a kiss for good luck? Its the last game it might work                                                                  Cyrus (rolling his eyes): Okay you dork

Cyrus pulled him down by his collar and gave him a brief kiss

TJS FACE WAS BRIGHT RED and Slytherin was crushed by Gryffindor in a record amount of points.

Amber and Andi are a background couple most of the time, content with sitting in the library by a window. You can find them if you know where to look, the tree by the lake or near the kitchens where they sneak into for a snack. Amber is always wearing a headband from Andi and Andi will be wearing a charmed ring from Amber.

Bonus: After they both graduate, TJ is hired on a Defense of the Dark Arts teacher and Cyrus is the Arithmancy teacher. TJ goes on to be the headmaster! He makes new policies that allow students to be more comfortable with their sexuality and genders/

Bonus Bonus\: TJ and Cyrus go to Andi’s GSA weekly meeting and thats how they come out to each other. They walked in and both went “Shit”. That was the quietest they have ever been together. They walk out together and separate after throwing each other a quick smile.

[ask-them-bois]

Oh my god y'all. What if

Just

Imagine.

The younger ones taking their Ancestors to pride.

-Vornik, with rainbow paint on his face, wearing a "pride? No I have a pack." shirt, and toting his two boyfriends with him, leads Innocent into a pride festival. The nervous man is wearing a rainbow mask, but that's as far as he'll go. Vornik is in his element; he takes photos with strangers, chats with others and explains it's his dad's first pride. Everyone congratulates Innocent, who just shyly nods. At the parade, every bead necklace the younger three catch goes around Innocent's neck. He's got 40+ of them by the end of the night, and keeps them all. They go watch a drag queen preformance and eat street tacos. Innocent boldly goes up to one and asks for a picture, which he frames.

-Makeno, with glitter in his hair, "gay bitch" painted on his chest, and his three boyfriends, leads Ruthless to his own. The bi/aro man is both nervous and exactly where he wants to be. He immediately turns on the charm and is making new friends left and right. He makes a bunch of crude jokes with a group of gay bears, and they share a round of drinks. Then, when they're walking through the stalls of pride merch, he freezes. He sees an aromatic pride flag for sale. He buys it, rips open the package, and ties it around his neck. He spends all his cash on pride merch, buying not just for himself, but getting everything the younger three even glance at.

-Corden breaks off from Makeno's group to be with Incoding and Mormer, pride bracelets/necklaces/ect hung from his huge horns. Incoding's usual cape is replaced with one with bi pride colors. The two robots are asked for a ton of photos, people are loving their "cyberpunk gay" aesthetics. Corden buys his boyfriend a cheesy pride shirt and kisses him as the sun sets. Incoding takes them to a little Mexican place after the party, and they're all imobile the next day, exhausted but content.

-Gehero goes alone. He wears a "gay cat dad" shirt and a bunch of transpride pins. He's lonely, until he finds a group of other trans/nonbinary kids who also had to come alone bc of parental disapproval. He hangs out with them all day and has a blast. They get snow cones and screams their lungs out at the parade. He gets each of their numbers and they all end up at Troll Denny's at two in the morning, half asleep as they eat pancakes.

-Hounding doesn't accept his trans/gay son, hes not welcome at pride. Gehero explains how he was rejected by his dad and his new friends offer to beat the huge troll up.

@the-troll-brood @sagigo-cicada @gremlin-gone-wild @askinthegoband

[feeling-things-sucks]

I think I really want to come out to my family. I know I want to come out to my friends too, but both present so many stupid issues

I know I wanna tell my friends first, since I’m closest to and more comfortable with them so it would probably be easier to come out to my friends plus very few of them are cishet, so I know that logically the only thing they’re gonna do is accept me with open arms, but I was the last one within my friend group to really find that I’m pan, and anxiety keeps telling me that since I was “cishet” for the longest time out of all of us then that means they’ll think I’m just lying to fit in, which is actually Bullshit but I’ve just internalized so much of that “special snowflake” crap that people say without even realizing it. And on top of all that I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up even though it’s literally as simple as sending a quick “hey I’d rather go by he/him pronouns now” but noooo nothing can ever be simple, dammit.

And for my family, I’ve only ever insisted that I’m straight and cis.

Part of the reason I haven’t come out to them yet is because I’m too fucking stubborn, there have been multiple occasions where my mom has straight up asked me “do you ever feel like you might be part of the lgbt community” AND I’ve overheard her talking with my dad about how they thought (maybe still think?) I’m a lesbian, so it’s like telling a kid “if you keep asking for the candy then you’re not gonna get it”. If you keep asking me if I’m gay then I’m not gonna fucking tell you.

Also partially because it’s bullshit that lgbt people have to “come out” in the first place. Why can’t I just fucking exist without people assuming I’m cishet by default? So I just liked to pretend that they were never under the impression that I was cishet but like... that’s just unrealistic. I’ve thought about dropping hints, like wearing pride flag bracelets and hoping they might come across the same color scheme online and maybe connect the dots, or recommend more and more movies/shows with lgbt rep, but I’d still actively be Coming Out, just in a more subtle way. And at the end of the day, I’d probably be a lot happier if I would just fucking tell them that I would prefer to have male clothing and use he/him pronouns and keep my hair short and maybe get a binder, so therefore I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to just swallow my pride (ha) and say something because if it’s gonna help me lead a happier life then why shouldn’t I?

Fuck, I’m lucky that I have parents who have vocally supported the lgbt community, even if they say some dumb shit sometimes.

So I want to come out but like, what do I say? I want to tell them I’m pan but that would probably require a really dumb conversation about how gender isn’t as binary as they think and I just don’t have the fucking spoons to do that. So do I just tell them I’m bi to save the hassle? But the fact I’m pan will probably come up Eventually and I’ll have to have that conversation Anyways so it’s better to just get it over with already instead of putting it off.

And there’s the same problem with telling them I’m agender and want to start a transition. I feel like there’s a difference between telling them “I’m into people who identify outside the gender binary” and “I personally identify outside the gender binary” are different things, so should I just say “I’m a trans guy” to make it simpler? But again, the fact I’m agender will probably come up eventually. And they’ll question me like “how did you come to this conclusion?” “WHY did you come to this conclusion?” “If you’re agender then why wouldn’t you want to go by they/them and dress more neutrally?” And it’s like. Just let me live pls lmao.

And if I ever manage to pass and people perceive me as a Dude then I’ll probably feel more comfortable wearing traditionally feminine things and then they’ll be thrown for another loop because why would you wear jewelry and makeup if your a trans guy!?!?! Like idk how to explain to you that I can be a guy and still enjoy pretty things, those things are not mutually exclusive.

And I don’t want to lie just to make things easier because though it might make it easier on me a little, it would also make it a LOT easier on them because now they don’t have to Struggle to understand that not everyone is ready to jump at inane gender roles, and like that’s fucking stupid because we are Not just an inconvenience in your life.

I also don’t want to lie because though it’s close to the truth it’s still not Actually Me.

And then After Everything is said and done, my brother is a stupid piece of shit and if he Can make a bigoted comment then he Will make a bigoted comment because he just doesn’t fucking think before he opens his mouth, and then when I call him out on his shit he pouts and acts like the victim so I’ll have to deal with that.

The same goes for my parents, they’ll probably want to Talk About It and end up saying more stupid shit and then I’ll have to be the Nice Gay who educates The Cishets and I’m fucking tired of doing that even though I know I inevitably will because I’m a fucking doormat.

There’s just so much Shit and I know that in the End it’ll probably be worth it but I don’t even know how or where to start

[sportarobbie-shorties]

CXXXIII - We Are Proud

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 133rd Shortie

Warnings: None at all :)

Summary: There’s a Pride parade in Lazy Town!

“Robbie…” Robbie groans, rolling over. Sportacus chuckles at his sleepy husband and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “The Pride parade’s today. You should get up to get ready.“

Robbie takes a deep breath before starting his daily whining: “Why does it have to be so early? No human being wakes up this early…”

Sportacus gets up from the bed and smiles at Robbie. “I knew you we’re going to take a while to get up so I woke you up a little earlier. I know you don’t want to go outside before properly preparing.” Robbie gives another groan, but he does appreciate the thoughts Sportacus had behind his actions.

Soon enough, Robbie is drinking his coffee and wondering if he should do his makeup differently for Pride. Sportacus puts on a rainbow flower crown and some rainbow bracelets that Stephanie gave him. He also puts a trans pride pin on the inside of his vest - no one will see it, but knowing it’s there makes him feel good about himself.

Once he’s completely awake, Robbie decides to go for it, doing his eyeshadow as a rainbow. He also puts some glitter on his cheeks and wears a vest similar to his usual one, but with rainbow stripes.

The couple leaves the lair, holding hands. They find Pixel, Ziggy, and Trixie by the town hall, all ready for the parade. Pixel has programmed his gadgets to light up in rainbow colours, Ziggy is wearing a big rainbow flag as his superhero cape, and Trixie has several rainbow pins and nonbinary pride pins on a denim vest. She has even gone through the trouble to dye parts of her hair with bright temporary colours.

“Hey, guys! Where are the others?” Sportacus asks with even more energy than usual. Ziggy says that Bessie is inside the town hall, waiting for the others to arrive, and the others are somewhere preparing for the parade.

Robbie gets the thought that this probably won’t be really a traditional parade since the amount of people is very, very small. It’ll be more like a party of people walking around town, but it’ll be fun anyway, so it should be fine. Robbie supposes Sportacus is very glad that everyone will be walking around a lot today.

After a while of waiting, Bessie comes from inside the town hall, wearing her most colourful dress, and the mayor runs over to the group, putting on his rainbow tie.

Only moments later, they can all hear the joyful music coming from Stephanie’s radio which is in the trailer attached to Stingy’s car. Soon enough, they can also see Stingy driving their way slowly, with Stephanie dancing behind the car. Stingy has put on a rainbow bow tie, and Stephanie has gone crazy with the rainbow bracelets, her rainbow headband, and a pin on her bag.

The kids run over to them, and Stephanie hands everyone different flags they made for different identities and orientations. They all start dancing with Stephanie, and then the grownups finally go and join them, walking around the town.

Sportacus is very quick to join the kids with their dancing. Bessie taps her finger on her thigh to the beat, and Milford does his own little boogie, but Robbie remains walking normally, smiling at the others.

Sportacus frowns playfully when he notices Robbie won’t join in. He chuckles a little bit and grabs Robbie’s hand, trying to lure him to join them, but Robbie shakes his head with a smile. The kids notice and frown as well.

Stephanie gets a mischievous grin on her lips, and she walks over to the radio. She turns down the music slowly, fading the song away, then switches to the most enthusiastic song which she’s sure Robbie knows.

Robbie notices the song changing, also to a quite loud volume, and rolls his eyes with a smile, seeing the kids running over to him.

“Come on, Robbie, you just can’t be at a Pride parade and not dance!” Stephanie exclaims. “And you certainly can’t not dance to this song!” Pixel says with a chuckle. Robbie shakes his head: “No thanks kiddos, I’m good.” Trixie laughs: “What? Are you scared or something?” “Come on, sing it with me!”

Ziggy starts singing along to the song - very badly - and Robbie laughs. Sportacus though joins in on the singing, and so does Stephanie. Soon, everyone is singing and clapping, waiting for Robbie to join. Even Stingy telling Robbie to dance and show them his moves.

Stephanie grins at Robbie: “Come on. You can’t call yourself a queer man if you don’t sing and dance along to this!” Everyone laughs, beckoning Robbie to dance, and Robbie finally gives in. He rolls his eyes starts singing along to the chorus, slowly starting to dance.

The parade continues, and Robbie and Sportacus dance together. Robbie sighs, though smiling wide. “You’re an idiot”, he says still dancing. Sportacus laughs and shows Robbie his ring. “An idiot you married.” Robbie shakes his head and kisses Sportacus. He’s about to let go, but Sportacus deepens the kiss, and everyone around them is suddenly cheering.

At that moment, Stephanie finally truly understands what Pride means. It’s celebrating people’s right to be themselves, like Trixie. It’s celebrating people’s right to love, like Robbie and Sportacus. It’s celebrating the fact that Trixie, Robbie, Sportacus, and all the people like them aren’t afraid to be who they are - they’re proud.