#supportive dad

[fanfics-and-bullshit]

I could probably find it, but I read a fic once where most of the Koopalings were queer and Bowser was the embodiment of “a little confused but he has the spirit” and very supportive. When he starts crushing on Luigi he’s like “How can this be?” and Wendy’s like, “Maybe you’re bi?” and Bowser’s like “What’s that?” and everyone quietly looks over at Roy and Roy says “Sup.” and Bowser said “Oh like both.” 

Then he asked Luigi on a date in front of Mario

Edit: The comments say it was: Secret Admirer by nonbinarycookie on Ao3

[truths33k3r4]

Indie TMNT Comic Dub 6- Head Over Heels and Humiliated

Part 3 is up!! :) 

I can’t even explain how happy it makes me to see Splinter comforting his completely embarrassed son.. I WISH there were more moments like this in TMNT.. Great work as always, @indieyuugure!!! ( all credit for the art and comic itself goes to her!) 

Hope you enjoy! Have a great day, everyone! :)

~ Melissa

[pears-palette]

With my “Dad being supportive about me being trans” post blowing up, I figured I share him being supportive about my bi/pan/queerness.

I was like 16 when I came out to him. I remember being so anxious- I had never seen him be homophobic, but he was also an old Baptist Boomer from the Bible Belt, so I was nervous. Plus, at that time I was dating one of my best friends (we are both AFAB). So I came out and explained I was dating someone. I fumbled, struggling to get it out, and he just went, “It’s [REDACTED], isn’t it?”

He then explained that he kinda knew I was queer and was dating my best friend in secret, but he didn’t want to push me to come out before I was ready. He wanted me to do it on my own terms and just hoped I’d feel comfortable enough to share it with him.

Me being queer didn’t stop him from being an Embarrassing Dad tho, so it’s not uncommon for him to be like “I saw someone you’d find attractive today lol.” And either show me a picture if they were some celebrity/ athlete or describe them if it was just someone around town. The worst part honestly is that he’s always right. Please, I don’t want to be perceived like this by my father. You shouldn’t know My Type so well. I perish.

The closest he’s ever come to being homophobic is when he was teaching me how to drive and I made way too many, “But I’m too queer to go straight!!” Jokes.

[ragrfisk]

I have a new comfort character and it’s Bill Green from Big City Greens, like therapeutic levels of the happy chemical. What an absolutely nontoxic buddy. A big anxious teddy bear. I love him with my whole heart.

[yewyy]

TRY THE FUCK AGAIN BITCH

wow the quality really got ruined at the beginning sorry bout that

[anxious-road-rage]

Brian’s a cool dude

[squinchsquinchy]

It's literally him

[acendem]

Person: sir your daughter curses like a sailor.

My dad: yeah he does that.

Person: she doesn't act proper.

My dad: he was raised by me.

Person: she- wait why do you say he?

My dad: did you fucking forget that's a teenage dirtbag boy?

Person: that's a girl, not a boy.

-later-

Detectives say the body was found dismembered and bones missing.

[ematopia]

Being Bisexual is so wild

Like there’s such a wide spectrum when you’re bisexual. Take me, for example. I like guys more than girls and yk i have thoughts about having a nice, fit, caring boyfriend but like, have you seen a chapstick lesbian??? I think this applies to lesbians too but when i see a pretty or attractive woman i’m always having a small argument with myself about whether i want to be her or i want to be with her like it’s such a tough decision. Back to the bi thing, it’s also weird that i feel so awkward letting a guy know i’m bi because well god knows what’ll happen or what’ll he think? but i’m so comfortable letting a girl i’m dating know i’m bi, and i feel like this is because it’s easier speaking about being bi to a gay girl rather than a straight guy but yeah that’s my take on it.

The weird part about my bisexuality is that i knew i was bi maybe since i was around 11 or 12 but i was never able to come to terms with it since i had this ENORMOUS crush on this guy (who liked me back haha what are the odds) so it was really hard to imaging myself with anyone other than him yk but i think another reason i didn’t recognize my bisexuality was probably because of my mother who basically used me to live out her unfulfilled dreams (i could go on about this but this childhood trauma is for another post). In that sense, i respected my dad a lot because when i was around 13 i asked him how he would feel if i was like gay and he was just like “yeah i’m chill i just wanna see you have a good life idc who you go around with that’s your problem kiddo” and to this day i think that exceeded my expectations of my parent’s reaction to my bisexuality. 

Woah this went on way longer than planned.

[rachel-sylvan-author]

"Let Her Fly" by Ziauddin Yousafzai book recommendation by Rachel Sylvan

[momentofch-aos]

me : i'm writing :)

dad : your novel or your online fan stuff?

me :

me :

me : alright i didn't come here to be attacked

supportive dad : ...

[cjsphsjdjxj]

[the-royal-blue-network]

Emily sat in front of his MacBook, staring at yet another baby-naming website. After a hard back and forth with himself, and seeing at least a dozen different therapists, Emily was finally able to look at himself in the mirror and say the words; ‘I’m transgender’. The first time he said it out loud he’d made it through the worst five days of the month.  

Sitting on the toilet, he tossed the last bloody pad into the trash and stood up. Taking a deep breath, he held it as he turned to look at himself in the mirror.  

“I’m transgender.” He said to his reflection.  

The words were a knife being slashed across the bubble wrap he’d wrapped himself in years ago. For as long as he could remember he’d hidden from it; doing everything in his power to ignore the truth that was staring at him day in and day out. But then one day something snapped. The hatred Emily felt being trapped in his ‘feminine cage’ was hell on earth. His hatred came out in the form of cutting and peeling away at his skin; anything to escape the cell that was supposed to be his body.  

“I’m transgender.” He said again.  

The words were like waves crashing over him.  

Looking at his reflection he smiled, happy that he’d finally had a piece of the puzzle that was him. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a minute before exhaling.  

“I’m transgender.” He said for a third time.  

“Mazel tov!” Said a voice from behind him.  

Emily’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he whipped around coming face to face with his father.  

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” His father said as he held his hands up in surrender.  

Emily’s heart jackhammered against his ribcage.  

“Dad I…it’s not what…..” 

“Emily, can I still call you that?” The older man asked.  

Looking into his father’s eyes, all Emily saw was love and understanding.  

“I’m still working on the name thing.” Emily said, rubbing the back of his neck.  

His father smiled.  

“Take your time bud. If you want I can help you. I don’t mean to brag but I have named a lot of people.” Emily’s dad, Harold said.  

He was right, Harold had named all four of his children and twelve of Emily’s cousins.  

“Yeah.” Emily said, turning back to the mirror.  

Putting an arm around his son, Harold looked at his and Emily's reflection. 

“Sol.” Harold said, dragging his hand from left to right.  

“Like the sun?” Emily said, frowning. 

Harold shrugged.  

“Yeah. It may sound corny but you light up my world baby boy.” Harold said just above a whisper.  

‘Baby boy’, the two words slammed right into Emily’s heart, knocking all the wind out of him.   

“Baby boy?” Emily repeated, choking back tears.  

Harold laughed.  

“Look, I don’t care what you identify as, you’ll always be my baby.” Harold said firmly.  

“I love it.” Sol said, tears building up in his eyes.  

As tears built in Harold’s eyes as well, he hooked a hand behind his son’s head, pulling Sol into him. As the men collided Sol buried his face in his father’s chest and released months and months of fear and heartache into his father’s cashmere sweater.  

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[cedar-sylvester]

Be honest have u heard of the other mafia groups?

“I know my daughter has mentioned them before. I have heard of them, of course. However, I do not subject myself to such violence right now, as I prefer to keep the tranquility I have.”

*Cedar crossed his arms and adjusted his monocle*

“However, I have been associated with gangs in the past, and prefer not to return to that route.”

[s-r-e-k]

My dad read a newspaper article this morning about how Swifties had found 1st of February in someone's eyes (not fully sure what he meant) but he wanted me to be prepared for a single release today 😂