#supportive parents

[aventurineswife]

imagine wife reader getting jealous when her and jiaoqiu dan heng and avens 2 years old old daughter says dada before mama

First Words, Forever Bonds

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female/Wife!Reader, Family, Parenting, Jealousy, First Words, Love and Affection, Emotional Growth, Supportive Partners, Tender Moments, Quiet Reflection.

Warnings: Emotional themes (jealousy, self-doubt), Mild tension in relationship dynamics, Mild angst (resolved with reassurance).

It was a moment you had been waiting for—one you had dreamed about since the day you found out you were pregnant with your little girl. You and Jiaoqiu had created a life together, nurtured it, and now, as the days passed, the excitement of witnessing her first word filled you both with joy.

The morning was calm, with the sun gently spilling through the windows of your shared home. You held your daughter in your arms, softly rocking her as Jiaoqiu prepared breakfast in the kitchen. His usual smile was absent today, replaced by a soft but distant expression as he worked. You could tell something was weighing on his mind, but you didn't press him on it; you were focused on the tender moment before you.

"Say mama," you cooed, pressing a kiss to your daughter's forehead. She giggled, her little hands grabbing at your face as you smiled at her, but she remained silent.

"Say mama," you repeated, your voice filled with hope. This was your moment, the one where she'd finally say the word you longed to hear.

Jiaoqiu paused from the kitchen, turning his head toward you with a warm, silent smile, despite the sadness in his eyes. He never voiced it, but you knew the emotional burden he carried. The heartbreak, the self-doubt, the internal scars he tried to hide behind his gentle and strategic nature.

Your daughter’s giggle grew louder, her tiny mouth opening and closing as she tried to mimic sounds. But what happened next caught you by surprise.

"Dada," she said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but there was no mistaking it. The word she spoke was not what you had expected. Not "mama."

You froze, a strange, sharp feeling in your chest. The room felt suddenly heavy, and you swallowed thickly. You tried to smile, tried to reassure yourself, but there was a small knot forming in your stomach. The jealousy was unbidden, unexpected. Why had she said "Dada"? Was it because of Jiaoqiu's ever-present warmth or his ability to always make others feel seen, even when he didn’t fully see himself?

You turned to glance at him. He was still watching you both, a gentle smile on his lips as he seemed completely content with the situation. But there was something in the way he held his hand over his heart—a subtle, tender gesture that told you more than words ever could.

"You heard that, Jiaoqiu?" you asked, your voice soft, your tone catching just slightly.

His face softened, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it behind a slight tilt of his head. "I did," he replied gently, stepping toward you both. He reached out with his hands, carefully adjusting his grip on the counter before slowly making his way over to you. Though his movements were cautious due to his blindness, the tenderness in his actions never wavered. His attention to your daughter remained unwavering as he reached out to her, his face lighting up with pride and joy at her development.

You bit your lip. You didn't want to show it. You didn't want to admit it. But the sting of jealousy, of that slight pain in your chest, was there. And you couldn’t shake it.

Jiaoqiu reached out, his hand grazing the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek as she beamed up at him. He didn’t need to see her face to know she was proud of herself. He didn’t need his vision to feel the bond between them grow, stronger than ever.

"I guess she’s growing up," you murmured, your heart both aching and swelling with love. You wished you could feel only the joy of the moment, but your emotions were tangled—so deeply tangled in a way you had never expected.

Jiaoqiu leaned down and pressed a kiss to your daughter’s forehead, a soft breath escaping him. He straightened slowly, his lips brushing your cheek in a loving, silent gesture. "It’s a good sign," he whispered, as if reading your mind. "She said ‘Dada,’ but that doesn’t mean she loves you any less."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. Jiaoqiu always knew what to say, even when you couldn’t express it yourself.

But in that moment, you realized that it didn’t matter. Your daughter had spoken her first word, and it was a word that bonded her even more to both of you. There was no need to compete for love—there was plenty to go around, and you were all wrapped in the warmth of it.

"Maybe next time she’ll say ‘Mama,’" you smiled softly, your jealousy fading away as you held your daughter closer to your chest.

Jiaoqiu smiled too, a quiet promise in his eyes. "I’m sure of it."

The soft morning light streamed through the windows of the Astral Express, casting long shadows on the polished floors. The train was peaceful today, a rare moment of calm amidst the usual hustle and bustle. Dan Heng stood near the cockpit, keeping watch over the crew’s safety, his stoic demeanor as steadfast as ever.

You were sitting with your daughter, the two of you in the lounge area, quietly playing with her toys. She was sitting in front of you, giggling and reaching for the blocks you had set up in a tower. You smiled down at her, a tenderness in your gaze. She was growing fast, and every day brought new surprises.

"Say mama," you whispered, holding up a small doll in front of her. Your heart swelled with affection. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever—the day your daughter would say her first word.

But she only stared at the doll, blinking with wide eyes as her tiny hands fumbled to grab it.

You repeated the words again, this time more softly, coaxing her with your gentle voice. "Mama."

"Say mama."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Dan Heng enter the room, his presence a quiet one. He always seemed to slip in unnoticed, a shadow in the background, observing everything around him with his usual reserved expression.

Your daughter seemed to notice him then, her eyes lighting up. She reached out to him, a bright, innocent smile on her face.

"Dada," she said, her tiny voice clear and sweet.

The word echoed in your mind, the small knot in your stomach tightening as you heard it. "Dada," she repeated, beaming at Dan Heng.

You froze, momentarily stunned. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it jealousy? Perhaps. There it was, a fleeting sting of something you hadn’t expected. She had said "Dada" first, not "Mama."

Dan Heng smiled gently, his hand reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his face as he crouched beside your daughter. He placed a hand on her tiny back and softly spoke to her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice calm and warm as ever.

You didn’t move for a moment, just watching him interact with your daughter. There was a sense of pride and joy in the way he looked at her, but something deeper—more unspoken—lingered beneath his gaze. His silent appreciation for this simple moment of bonding, for the preciousness of life that he often kept hidden under the weight of his duties, was palpable.

You forced a smile, the jealousy still lingering but melting away as you realized how deeply Dan Heng cherished both of you, how precious these moments were.

You leaned down to your daughter, brushing a kiss to her cheek. "Next time, you’ll say ‘Mama,’ won’t you?" you whispered, though your voice was soft and teasing.

Dan Heng turned to you then, his expression unreadable but his eyes softening with that quiet affection he never fully expressed. "She’ll say ‘Mama’ when she’s ready," he replied, his voice as steady as ever.

You let out a small sigh, your jealousy dissipating. You knew it was a fleeting feeling, one that was more about your own insecurities than anything else. You leaned into the moment, feeling Dan Heng’s reassuring presence next to you. Your daughter’s first words—though a small part of you wished for "Mama"—were a symbol of her growing bond with both of you, and you cherished that more than anything.

"Well," you said softly, "at least she’s saying something."

Dan Heng smiled, a rare, quiet expression that held so much meaning in it. "And that’s enough."

The soft morning light filtered through the windows of your shared quarters, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat on the plush carpet with your daughter in your arms, her soft giggles filling the air as she reached for the colorful blocks scattered before her. You smiled down at her, your heart swelling with affection. She was growing so quickly, each day bringing new milestones, and today… today was the day you had been waiting for.

"Say mama," you cooed, your voice filled with gentle excitement as you cupped your daughter's small hands in yours. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, trying to coax the word from her little mouth. It was the word you had dreamed of hearing since the moment you knew you were pregnant with her. Mama.

You glanced over to Aventurine, standing near the window with his ever-present, enigmatic smile. His eyes, as always, held a depth of mystery. Yet today, something seemed slightly different in his posture, a quiet tension lingering in the air. Despite that, you knew that he too was watching the scene unfold, just as eager as you to hear their first words.

"Say mama, sweetie," you whispered again, your voice filled with anticipation.

Your daughter looked up at you, her bright eyes sparkling as her tiny fingers grabbed at the air, but she didn't respond. She seemed too distracted by the blocks before her, her chubby hands fumbling to stack them.

Aventurine's expression softened as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving you or your daughter. He was patient, always patient, but today, a subtle change in his demeanor caught your attention.

And then, it happened.

"Dada," your daughter said clearly, her voice soft and innocent, but unmistakably distinct.

You froze, your heart fluttering in your chest. Dada. It wasn’t mama. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the room seemed to close in on you. A strange feeling gripped your chest, a bitter sting you hadn't expected.

Aventurine’s smile widened as he took a step toward the two of you. "Dada," your daughter repeated, her face lighting up at the sight of him. He knelt down in front of her, his hand reaching for her small back, the love and tenderness in his touch evident.

"Well, look at that," Aventurine murmured, his voice smooth and velvety, tinged with pride. "My little strategist is already learning how to win the game."

He turned to look at you, that familiar smile still on his lips, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. He tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for your reaction.

A strange, unbidden jealousy surged within you. You hadn't expected it—of course, your daughter would say "Dada" at some point, but the timing… the emotional weight of that moment hit you harder than you'd anticipated.

You smiled weakly, trying to mask the feeling, but it lingered, a knot twisting inside you. Why didn’t she say mama first?

Aventurine seemed to sense the change in the air, his ever-sharp instincts picking up on the subtle shift in your emotions. He straightened, turning slightly to give you a sidelong glance. "You know, it’s a good thing, darling," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of something sincere. "It means she’s growing up. And that’s always a reason to celebrate."

His words, usually so carefully measured, seemed more genuine than usual, and it made your heart ache a little.

Still, the jealousy gnawed at you, unrelenting. "I suppose," you murmured, your eyes trained on your daughter as she reached for Aventurine’s face, babbling happily in a language only he seemed to understand.

Aventurine didn’t miss a beat. "Is it really a bad thing, though?" He was standing now, a few steps closer to you. He reached out, gently touching your arm in that subtle way that always seemed to bring you a sense of calm. "Does it matter if she said 'Dada' first? What matters is that she’s happy. That she’s learning. That she’s surrounded by love. And that, my dear, is more than enough."

You took a deep breath, feeling the sting of jealousy melt away under the weight of his words. There was truth in them, of course. Your daughter loved you both equally, even if her first word wasn’t what you had hoped for.

"I suppose you’re right," you said with a soft sigh, leaning in to kiss your daughter’s cheek. She giggled in response, reaching up to tug at your hair playfully.

Aventurine’s smile softened as he knelt beside you both, brushing a hand through your daughter’s hair. "Next time, maybe she’ll say Mama," he said quietly, his gaze meeting yours, his voice filled with quiet understanding.

You chuckled, the knot in your chest completely unraveling now. "Maybe," you whispered, the jealousy long forgotten. "But for now, Dada will do."

Aventurine leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, his usual charm tempered with a rare sincerity. "You’ll always be Mama to her," he murmured. "And that, my love, is something no first word can take away."

With a final lingering smile, he looked down at your daughter, his eyes gleaming with love. Your heart swelled, feeling the bond between the three of you grow even stronger, in ways that words, even those spoken first, couldn’t express.

"Next time," he said with a teasing grin, "we’ll make sure she says both, won’t we?"

You laughed softly, the tension in the air dissipating entirely. "Deal."

And with that, you both sat back, content in the quiet joy of your little family—Dada and Mama, equally loved, equally needed.

[ackerlikesmen]

At least they accept him

Kai: Mom, Dad, I'm not straight Ray: I know, son. Maya: And we accept you. Kai: Great--- wait, how did you know? Maya looks down: Ray, scratches head: You're not exactly quiet... Kai: Kai, face red: Oh my God Maya: Next time, try to keep it down, sweetie. And make sure to use protection! Anyways, Cole's welcome to join dinner! Kai: *close to setting himself on fire*

[dandandanny]

Random Heartstopper images #141

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

i will be 89 in the nursing home and still be thinking about this photo and how funny it is, dementia and all

[stevesjockstrap]

Coming Out of Her Shell

Written for @genderthings Robin week 🌈 using prompts ‘sharing clothes,’ ‘coming out,’ ‘gender euphoria,’ and ‘bigender.’

Rated T • wc: 689 • Platonic soulmates Stobin, some flavor of genderqueer Robin, Steve’s along for the ride, coming out, binding, Robins supportive parents

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It started with a sports bra that was too small. Robin never knew if it had gotten shrunk in the wash, or it didn’t get thrown away when she outgrew it. All she knew was that once she fought to get it on, the feeling of having a flat chest was something she didn’t know she’d ever wanted.

So it went, when she woke up and she didn’t feel like dressing with boobs, she’d dig out that too small bra, or the ones she’d bought after the fact. Other days she dressed feminine without issues, but some days it just felt wrong.

When she started at Scoops with Steve and they became inseparable, she quickly discovered the things in his closet were even more affirming somehow. The boxy shirts, the button downs that showed off her flat chest. The boxers, tube socks and huge shirts for pajamas she had always dreamed of.

Steve had never had a sibling, but he seemed to absorb her into the role easily. Robin knew siblings shared clothes. No one else really cared or noticed, as far as they knew.

“I think, maybe, I don’t know what it’s called yet. Stay with me. I don’t want to be a boy or a girl,” Robin declared one random day as they stood in the empty ice cream stop.

Steve frowned at her, but quickly nodded when she glared. “Love that. But, uh, what does it mean?”

Robin was momentarily stumped as well, but she knew what she wanted it to mean at least. “I just don’t want to be stuck in either label. I’ve been switching back and forth, and I’m over it. I just want to be me, everyday.”

He pushed himself up to sit on the counter. “Sounds like an excuse for us to go shopping,” he grinned.

At the store, they took their stack of clothes into the men’s dressing room. Robin found a pair of plaid pants and Steve talked her into a sweater that was the softest thing she had ever felt.

She spent a while in front of Steve’s huge bathroom mirror messing with makeup to define her jaw and brows, contouring her face to look more masculine.

Steve looked up from his magazine where he was sprawled in the empty jacuzzi. “Wow.”

“Wow good or wow bad?”

He blinked, then immediately grinned. “Wow, you look great!”

“I’m back,” she called as she walked into her house a bit nervously, knowing her parents wouldn’t be terrible about it, but not sure she could explain herself to others yet.

“In here dear,” her mom yelled from the kitchen.

Robin dropped the bags in her room first, then slowly approached the kitchen.

Her parents didn’t look up from preparing dinner so she just stood waiting. She shoved her shaking hands into the pockets of her new pants.

Her dad looked over first, and only gawked for a moment. “Hey honey, how was your day?”

“It was good,” Robin hedged.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She looked down at her shoes. “Listen, I think I’ve decided that, um, you know, I’ve been figuring things out lately. I just, feel, like,” she trailed off, pulling her hands out to twist them in front of her.

“We‘ll love you the same, whatever you decide love, you know that.” Her mom calmly explained while still chopping vegetables.

Robin looked up, took a deep breath and said, “I just don’t feel like a girl or like a boy. I like dressing both masculine and feminine, depending on how I feel that day, but it’s not very consistent. Steve helped me pick out some more masculine clothes, so I have more options.”

“That’s great, dear,” her dad said slowly. “And Steve is good with this change, too?”

Robin sighed. “Yes, dad. Because Steve is just my friend. Platonic with a capital P. He was mostly excited that we would get to go shopping,” she laughed.

“He’s a good guy, I’m glad you have him in your life, however it is he fits in,” her mom emphasized.

“Me too,” Robin agreed, and went over to get a hug from them both.

buy me a coffee? 🖤

divider credit @/saradika-graphics

[cascodedtech]

I love them so much.

[socksthebat]

"I've washed your binder so that tomorrow you smell like a flower and not like a fart"

-My mum, this evening

[tooshnado]

my mom and I have been watching helluva boss together. Tonight we’re doing a s2 marathon. Her favourite character is Stolas.

I am afraid to show her look my way 😭😭 I’m so sorry mama

[our-trans-youth-experience]

I finally decided to come out to my parents, and it went.. okay? My dad said "I don't get it, but whatever, it's your life not mine and it's not affecting me" and went on with his life. He's pretty good at using my pronouns (he/they) and even will ask questions about the lgbtq+ community! But my mom has been ignoring me, and whenever my dad does refer to me with my name and pronouns she'll scoff, and I don't know how to feel because that's my mom, and I love her but she's making me feel horrible

It's awesome that your dad is being so supportive and curious about your gender identity! You don't need to understand someone's identity to accept it, and he shows that :)

Unfortunately, your mother definitely sounds transphobic and she should not be allowed to make you feel that way. It is a parent's duty to unconditionally love and accept their child, and she should be accepting of who you are. I'm always here if you need to talk, hope that you're doing ok <3

-Sage (he/they)

[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.

[thecreativemillennial]

[aventurineswife]

u r now my go-to whenever i have an idea for aventurine :3 (and i love everything u write :3)

so like readers parents invite aventurine over cuz they wanna meet him. aventurine gets nervous (who wouldnt) and reader tells him itll be fine. but readers parents dont like him when they meet him for the first time bc hes part of the ipc (no one really likes the ipc im pretty sure). eventually he grows on them bc hes nice and treats reader well. once they learn his trauma and backstory they're joking about adopting him cuz theyve always wanted a son :3 but it doesnt really matter cuz aventurine is gonna marry reader anyway so theyll get the son they always wanted >v<

-:3 anon

Meeting the Parents!

Summary: Aventurine nervously meets your parents, who initially judge him due to his connection with the IPC. Despite their doubts, his kindness and the revelation of his traumatic past win them over. By the end of the evening, your parents jokingly consider adopting him, unaware that Aventurine plans to marry you, making him family in more ways than one.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Nervousness, Romance, Humor, Trauma, Supportive Parents.

Warnings: Light angst, mentions of trauma, family tension.

A/N: HEHEHE THANK YOU SOO MUCH!! 🤭💖 AND I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS!! <33

Aventurine stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d faced down intimidating boardrooms, handled high-stakes deals, and even wagered his career on sheer wit and nerve. But nothing could compare to the butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach at the thought of meeting your parents.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his usually confident voice edged with uncertainty. His eyes found yours in the reflection, an unspoken plea lingering in them.

You took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “They’re going to love you, Aven. Just be yourself, okay?”

His usual grin flickered on his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Myself?” he echoed with a soft chuckle. “I hope they can handle that.” He took a deep breath and straightened his posture, donning his most dashing smile, a look that usually melted away doubts. “Alright, let’s do this.”

The smell of fresh-baked bread filled the air as you stepped into your parents' house, leading Aventurine by the hand. Your mother greeted you warmly, her gaze flicking to Aventurine with curiosity…and a touch of skepticism. Your father, meanwhile, offered a polite nod, but there was no missing the cautious look in his eyes as he took in the flamboyant attire, the card suit details, and the peacock feather earring glinting in the light.

“Mom, Dad,” you began, smiling encouragingly, “this is Aventurine.”

Aventurine extended his hand to your father. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. [L/N].”

Your father shook his hand briefly before pulling back. “So, IPC, huh?” he remarked, eyebrows raised. “Not the most popular organization in these parts.”

Aventurine’s confident smile faltered just a bit. He shot a glance your way, as if to gauge if this was the normal reception. You gave him a supportive look, and he recovered, nodding smoothly. “Yes, sir. It does carry a reputation—but I’m not your typical IPC manager.” He laughed, but your parents' silence made the sound a bit strained.

Your mother gestured for everyone to sit, her eyes fixed on him as though assessing some hidden quality. “We know that our [Name] has always been a good judge of character,” she said delicately, “but IPC isn’t exactly known for…compassionate work. What drew you there?”

Aventurine paused, clearly grappling with how much to share. “It’s…complicated,” he said eventually. “But to be frank, I didn’t have much choice. When life’s odds are stacked against you, sometimes you have to play the hand you’re dealt.”

That seemed to strike a chord with them, though they exchanged skeptical glances. Noticing the tension, you gently rested your hand on his, giving him a nod to continue. He met your gaze, and something in your eyes—trust, reassurance—seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders.

Throughout dinner, Aventurine worked to prove himself. He shared stories from his travels and even cracked a few jokes, though his laughter was softer, more tentative than usual. And you noticed him sneaking a worried glance at you each time your father’s questions probed a little too close for comfort.

But slowly, as the evening unfolded, the initial frostiness began to thaw. Your father seemed to soften, maybe even appreciate Aventurine’s resilience and tenacity. And your mother, despite her initial concerns, seemed almost charmed by his good manners and his clear affection for you.

“So, Aventurine,” your mother began, refilling his glass of water, “tell us a bit more about your family.”

He froze, the smile slipping from his face for just a moment. You felt his hand clench slightly under the table, and instinctively, you rubbed his knuckles with your thumb.

“Actually,” he said quietly, looking at his drink, “I…don’t have family.” He gave a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “They’re gone. All of them, I suppose.”

Your parents’ expressions softened, and your mother reached out, resting her hand over his free one. “I’m sorry, dear,” she murmured, her eyes filling with a new warmth. “No one should have to go through that.”

Aventurine looked up, a surprised flicker crossing his face. “Thank you.”

By the time dessert arrived, the mood was lighter, laughter filling the room as your mother jokingly commented on how she always wanted another son. Aventurine flushed at the remark, glancing at you with a shy, boyish grin you rarely saw.

“Well, Mom,” you said, barely holding back your own grin, “it’s only a matter of time before he’s family anyway.” You shot a mischievous look at Aventurine, who raised an eyebrow, his signature confidence slowly returning.

“Oh?” your father asked, now leaning back with a playful smirk. “You plan on making things official?”

Aventurine chuckled, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, a genuine, softened expression on his face. “Actually…yes, if your child will have me,” he said, his gaze warm as it found yours.

That night, as you walked back to your shared apartment, Aventurine’s hand wrapped securely around yours, he let out a long sigh, laughing softly. “They’re…amazing. I was so nervous. But they’re…your family, [Name]. And they really welcomed me, despite everything.”

You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. “I told you they’d love you.”

He stopped, turning to face you fully, his eyes bright in the dim streetlight. “You were right. And…I want you to know, they’re my family now too. I’m going to protect you. Always.”

You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know. And I’ll protect you, too.”

Together, you walked on, your steps in perfect harmony. Aventurine didn’t have to gamble anymore; he’d already won.

[ash-the-fluffy-cat]

a quick rant on how great my parents are!

My sibling and I are very very lucky, we have parents who don’t care what sexuality or gender people have. When my sib came out, my parents got many rainbow things for around the house, they’re gonna take us to pride (I chose to visit my grandma in the hospital instead of going last year), they don’t restrict us to the men’s or women’s section when buying clothes. I’m even getting a vest that kind of gives off Olive Garden waiter vibes for my grad

[r3golith2]

If I ever have kids, I want to be the parent I never had.

I want to support my kids if they realize they're LGBTQ+.

I want them to feel safe talking to me about anything.

I want them to feel safe crying near me & know that I'll comfort them.

I want them to never hear me scream/yell.

I want them to randomly hug me or talk to me without fear of me being in a bad mood.

I want them to see me express my anger & sadness in healthy ways.

I want them to never know how it feels to have your feelings invalidated by your parents.

I want them to actually like living with me and not want to move at immediately at 18.

I want them to feel safe & loved because I wanted to feel safe & loved.

[nondivisable]

guys I love my mom. we went to pride together and she was just so fucking cool all around.

she asked drag queen for their Instagrams. she was so amazed by the leather gays float and asked me to tell her more about that part of queer history. this girl had her shirt off and whole tits out and she walked up to her to ask her if she was cold.

also this drunk 20 year old lesbian flirted with her for like half an hour and she came back all giddy saying "I made a friend!"

my mom is so cool