#one could say she’s pantastic

[sappholotl]

She’s having a great time :DD

pansexual naked mole rat :]

[sonicgetsrawed]

Love is Love

All I gotta say is fuck homophobes!!! 💁🏻‍♀️ warnings for homophobia!! Enjoy!!!

Rapunzel’s squeal could be heard from a mile away, the blonde quickly scooping up the two younger boys in a fierce hug. “You guys look adorable!”

“Thanks, but I’d like to be able to, you know, breathe.” Hugo grumbled, trying and failing to get out of Rapunzel’s grip.

“At this point you should just accept it.” Varian laughed, bringing his arms up to return the hug as best he could.

“You know, Sunshine, ponytail is right, they do need to breathe.” Eugene said, patting Rapunzel’s shoulder gently telling her to let go of her victims.

“Right, sorry!” Rapunzel laughed, finally releasing the two boys. “But you do look adorable.”

Varian beamed, placing a kiss to Hugo’s cheek before the older spun him in a little circle. Hugo smiled down at his boyfriend, Varian wearing a pair of cuffed jean shorts, knee high rainbow socks, a grey tank top with the sleeves tied up with blue, purple, and pink ribbons that read ‘bi disaster- stay clear’ in bold print, his cheeks sporting small painted bi flags on them. Hugo was dressed similarly with the same shorts and socks, but his shirt was a grey crop top with pink, yellow, and blue ribbons on the sleeves which read ‘pantastic’ across the front, his cheeks sporting the pan flag on them, his hair tied up in colorful ribbons.

“Thanks! It was hell getting this one into anything that wasn’t a flannel.” Hugo said, slipping his hand into the back pocket of Varian’s jeans as Varian stuck his tongue out at him.

“Believe me, I know.” Eugene said, rolling his eyes as he pulled Rapunzel to his side.

“This is honestly so rude, I feel so attacked right now.” Varian teased, Eugene reaching forward to ruffle his hair.

“You know we love you.” Rapunzel said, trying and failing to hide her laugh behind her hand. “But we can’t show our pride on an empty stomach! Let’s go get some breakfast!”

Rapunzel ran ahead, Varian following quickly behind her, they did have the biggest appetites of the small group so Hugo wasn’t particularly surprised. He was surprised, however when Eugene placed a hand on his shoulder, a questioning look on his face. He couldn’t help the small swell of panic in his gut, he’d gotten more than one shovel talk from the man already and he didn’t expect them to stop anytime soon. “Hey, kid, you think you could paint those little flags on our faces too?”

Hugo smiled brightly, it seemed the holiday of sorts brought out the best in even Eugene. “Does Rapunzel have a makeup palette I can borrow?”

“Hell, I got my own.” Eugene said, clapping Hugo’s back and sending the young man pitching forward as he tossed a small makeup palette into the air. Hugo barely caught it, shooting a glare at Eugene’s back as he sauntered into the restaurant. Hugo took a deep breath, he wasn’t going to let anything ruin his mood today, and followed the group inside.

The diner was one they’d been to numerous times before, a quiet little place on the side of the road, not many people paid it much mind, but it was one of his favorite places. The worn out leather seats and the outdated tables have it a certain charm, and he had spent many nights both alone and with Varian in those booths. It held many special memories and now there’d be another, their first pride festival. Hugo had been many times in the past, but this was the first time he’d get to go with Varian and their friends. He slid into the booth next to Varian, his hand finding a spot on Varian’s thigh as soon as he was settled. Varian smiled at him, his hand resting on Hugo’s knee. Hugo returned the smile, rubbing their noses together.

“Gay.” A group of people snickered from a few tables over, the tone harsh and demeaning. Hugo shot them a glare over his shoulder, Varian giving his knee a light squeeze and shaking his head.

“Ignore them.” Varian said, placing a soft kiss to Hugo’s lips. More snickers sounded behind them.

“They’ve been doing that since we walked in.” Rapunzel said, angrily dumping an insane amount of sugar into her coffee.

Eugene pried the sugar out of Rapunzel’s hands. “It’s not worth it, Sunshine. Besides, Hugo agreed to give us little flags.”

“Really?” Rapunzel beamed, already sliding over to Hugo and Varian’s side of the booth. “Me first.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Varian laughed, moving over to sit by Eugene as Hugo pulled out the makeup palette. He made quick work of adding their respective flags to their cheeks, almost wishing he’d used makeup instead of face paint for him and Varian solely for the fact that Rapunzel and Eugene’s flags had a slight hint of glitter to them. By the time he’d finished their order had been taken and Varian was back at his side where he belonged.

“So what do we do when we get there?” Varian asked, spooning more whipped cream into his hot chocolate.

“Have fun.” Hugo said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He intended to say more, but another snicker caught his attention.

“I bet it’s real fun giving it to him up the ass.” One of the girls at the table said.

Hugo was seeing red at this point, those insensitive assholes kept making jabs the whole time they were there. Varian placed a hand on his cheek, lightly shaking his head. “Ignore them, they’re not worth it.”

“I bet you wish your guy gave it to you up the ass!” Eugene yelled across the dining room, standing up in his seat.

“Eugene.” Rapunzel hissed, pulling him back down. “Don’t give them the satisfaction. Let’s just go.”

The group slid out of the booth, not wanting to waste any more time there. They could always grab breakfast somewhere else, somewhere less hostile. They were almost to the exit when another voice echoed behind them. “Ah, I guess we know who wears the pants in the relationship, and I bet you let her peg you too, Eugene.”

Rapunzel froze, a look of anger crossing her face like Hugo had never seen before, her hand twitching at her side. “On second thought-“

“Blondie-“

Rapunzel moved quickly, spinning around and picking up a frying pan that just so happened to be sitting in the middle of the counter, sending it flying through the air. There was a brief moment of silence, an odd second where the pan seemed to be moving in slow motion as it soared through the air, and then it hit its target. The poor unfortunate, well not unfortunate in Hugo’s opinion, the idiot more than deserved it, sap at the center of the table of homophobes got hit square in the forehead with the pan, sending him flying back, his chair tipping over. There was another moment of silence and then all hell broke loose.

“You little bitch!” One of the girls yelled, lunging at Rapunzel, Eugene putting himself between the two. The girl had a smug look on her face, her voice mocking. “You wouldn’t hit a girl.”

“I’m an equal opportunist, cunt.” Eugene said, kicking the girls legs out from underneath her.

Hugo watched the situation unfold with a shocked expression, he hadn’t expected Rapunzel of all people to start a fight and yet here they were. He hadn’t even noticed another one of those sorry excuses for a decent human being sneaking up behind him until the sound of a plate breaking reached his ears. He turned to see Varian with the broken remains of a plate in his hands, the food on the floor with the person, a proud smirk on Varian’s face. It didn’t last long, the boy being tackled to the floor by another assailant. Hugo wasted no time jumping onto that person’s back and wrapping his arms around their throat. He didn’t know where Eugene and Rapunzel were, but given the sounds of the frying pan swinging through the air it couldn’t be far.

“Duck!” Rapunzel yelled, Hugo barely having time to follow the instruction before the frying pan collided with the person’s head, sending them pitching forward. Hugo rolled off their back, his head spinning as he hit the ground. He quickly pulled Varian to his feet, the younger looking a little dazed and sporting a freshly spilt lip, but otherwise in one piece.

“Are you okay?” Hugo asked, cupping Varian’s face as he checked for any more injuries. Varian hummed, nodding his head as he did so. Hugo placed a soft kiss to his forehead, opening his mouth to say more, but Rapunzel interrupted them.

“Well, I think that’s the last of them.” She said, dusting off her hands and tucking her frying pan underneath her arm.

“You did amazing, Sunshine.” Eugene said, wrapping his arm around his wife as they admired their handy work. Hugo and Varian joined them. The group shared a look, each of them knowing exactly what they meant.

“On the count of three?” Varian asked, a smirk already working its way onto his lips. “One, two, three!”

“Fuck you, homophobes!” The group shouted, each sticking up their middle fingers. The small diner erupted into applause. Their victory was short lived as the sounds of sirens reached their ears.

“How the fuck did I know you all would be at the bottom of this?” Cassandra said, pulling her sunglasses off, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the group, her badge glinting in the sunlight.

“Yeah, yeah I know the drill.” Eugene said, leading Rapunzel away from the scene and into the cop car. Hugo smiled widely as they left the diner, they’d probably never be allowed back but it was so worth it.

*********************

Twelve hours later they all sat in a holding cell. After hours of processing and three failed phone calls to Nuru, they finally had a moment to relax. Rapunzel was on the women’s side, a line formed around her as she chatted to the other women and braided their hair. Eugene was currently playing a harmonica he’d taped to the underside of the bench a while ago. Varian rested his head on Hugo’s shoulder, their hands linked together.

After what seemed like an eternity Nuru burst through the door. Her sparkly rainbow skirt doing nothing to dim the petite girls fury. “I swear if I have to bail you guys out one more time-“

“I’ll buy you ice cream.” Hugo cut her off, a wide smile splitting her features, the small bi and trans flags crinkling on her cheeks.

“And Amber too?”

“Sure.” Hugo agreed with a tired sigh.

“Great she’s in the car.” Nuru said, stepping to the side so the guard could let them out.

The car ride was silent, Rapunzel and Eugene chatting quietly in the back, while Varian rested his head on Hugo’s shoulder. Hugo placed a soft kiss on top of his head, Varian turning to look up at him, a goofy smile on his face despite the tiredness that lingered in his eyes. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to go to your first pride festival.” Hugo whispered, Varian gently brushing Hugo’s stray hairs out of his eyes.

“It’s okay, I still had fun. Nothing better than telling off a bunch of assholes, right?” Varian said, yawning as he returned his head to its previous position. “Besides, there’s always next year.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be the best year ever.” Hugo said, kissing Varian’s head again as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

[trans-witch-cauldron]

I don’t she why she can’t chose both-

Katherine: (gives Jack sass) || Cora: (panics in "mayve im not straight")

FUCKIN MOOD CORA

[sege-h]

I want to talk about pride

Its been like 4 days? I think? Since Macedonia had it’s first pride. And I can’t stop thinking about it

I have so many emotions.

And some are a bit weird. Mostly because I feel like I do when I’ve been somewhere else, like Amsterdam, and then I come back home and still feel the excitement of travel, and it’s like ‘I want to be back at Amsterdam, like right now’.

I feel like that about pride, and it’s so odd, because I didnt GO anywhere. I didn’t even go out of my town. I was in the middle of my town.

This was my first pride, and I always thought that my first pride would be out of the country. Since last year, I’ve been ready to have my first pride be Europride next year, unless my aunt decided to surprise me inbetween and take me to a pride in Amsterdam.

And then, it happened here. We found out about it in March, I think. Before that, the most I was ready to do in this country that was pride-related, was go to pride week. I’d found out it was a thing here. It wasn’t a parade, but more like small events involving the community.

And then the pride parade got announced. And it was Big. It was exciting and terrifying from the start.

There were happy exciting things, like imagining what it’d be like in good ways, thinking about what colorful things I could wear, and how I’d paint my nails with my flag colors.

And terrifying things, like planning escape routes just in case, and planning where to meet back up so we could just run if something happened instead of trying to stick together.

And when the time came, it was still just as exciting and terrifying, if not more!

Exciting to see all the people, and the flags. Especially since I was a person that had never seen any pride flags up close before! The only one I’d seen irl was one that hung out the window of a building that I passed every day omw to work

Terrifying to think someone could have ill intentions. Especially with a “counter-parade” happening at the same time, on a route parallel to ours, with only buildings between us.They wanted to uphold “traditional values” and the “importance of having kids” and dressed in traditional Macedonian clothing, I suppose to show that they were still stuck with a 1903 mentality. But I digress.

At the beginning, it was impossible not to constantly glance around in paranoia. Smiling and talking, but still cautious as if something would happen at any second.

Sis put glitter on my face, which I find important, even though it might seem silly. The last time I had glitter on my face, I had been in the 8th grade, I think. Or maybe the 7th. I was on a school trip, away from home. A party got planned, and for the first time, some girls in my class that had been my bullies, decided to be nice to me.

They’d said they could make me pretty for the party, they lent me their make up, and put it on me. Eyeshadow, lip gloss, mascara, I think? And glitter. I went to the party like that. And by the end of it, I didn’t understand why they’d been so nice to me, for once. I’d expected them to start laughing at me, or to ask me to do a school project as a favor, or dump something on me like in Carrie, though not as morbid.

I cautiously appreciated it. But looking at myself in the mirror, and the photo I’d taken of myself. I didn’t like it. I looked pretty, but it didn’t look like myself. It was like someone else that had the same face as me, and it was jarring. At the time, I didn’t know why, since I had like 0 things figured out about myself.

And now, I had glitter again. And I was with people that loved me, and I wasnt paranoid about them being nice for bad reasons.

And we were surrounded by so many people that were like us. Some of them clearly had it worse than us, and had their pride flags tied around their faces to hide who they are. But they were like us, and I hope they won’t have to hide one day.

The parade started. The first half of it had me feeling paranoid, and the second had me sinking into all the excitement and almost forgetting about the rest of the world.

There were signs like ‘I’m PANtastic” with the ‘pan’ in the flag colors, and “THE FUTURE IS QUEER”, and a person with a “PROUD MOTHER” sign written in colorful cyrilic letters

A trans boy was at the front of the parade, dancing with the trans flag waving behind him

A huge long gay flag was being carried by a whole row of people

The sight of all these things happening around me had me tearing up. Which, if you know me, isnt very hard to do. But it also had sis tearing up, and that is hard to do, especially in public

Like, it was overwhelming, in a good way. This was happening here, in our country, in our town, on our streets, in our home. After years of people saying it would never happen. Not all of them in a malicious way. A lot of them were just tired skeptical parts of our own community.

But it was happening, and it was amazing, and beautiful.

The days after pride were, and are, strange and exciting. 2 days later we went to see two short movies about the first pride. One of them was about the trans boy I mentioned, and how his dad found out he’s trans BECAUSE of pride, and sent death threats to his mom. By the end of that night, the night we watched the movie, he’d apologized. Which, we were told, even though hes still not a good person, was still a big thing.

That same boy will possibly be giving me my first binder if my measurements fit, which is another layer of excitement.

But what happened to him is another layer of fear. There’s this scary awareness after this first pride, where you just know his story isnt the only one like that. You know other people got seen at pride, either in person or through photos, by people in their lives, and that it was either bad or uncomfortable or both. Hell, I feel a sense of discomfort that someone in my family will see me or hear about me being there, and go question me as to why I was there.

But overall, my feelings are ones of extreme positivity. It was like that for a lot of people.

The people that made the short movies have a mentor from Amsterdam. And she said that even though she’s from Amsterdam and they have something pride related like every other month, being here for our first and experiencing it made her cry from joy.

Sis and another friend have already been to pride outside the coyntry. They both say that this feels different. Because you’re home, and you’re on the streets you’ve always known, and you understand the people around you, and run into friends.

Now I’m in my room, and the arm band from the parade is on my shelf, and fir the first time I have a pride flag in my room, even tho it’s one of those little paper ones. And I feel so happy every time I look at it.

I know things are far from perfect, and the fight is far from over. But I’m excited for the future.

[cabinofimagines]

Could I request one where the reader is pansexual and how the boys would react to it? :)

jason

- poor kid he’s confused on what it means at first

- ‘so you like anything?’ 

- ‘no jason, anyone.’

- ‘like a drug deal-’ 

- ‘nO JASON’

- he tries his best to be supportive but he’s jUST SO CONFUSED

- ‘so like boys and girls?’

- ‘and anything in between’ 

- ‘oh, alright..’ *confused face*

- once he does find out what it means, he’s super happy for you

- lots of hugs

- lots of support™

- honestly he’s just wants to protect you

percy

- it takes a while for you to tell him

- what if he leaves you, i mean, he’s so perfect he’d be able to do it

- but surPRISE

- his fatal flaw is loyalty, what did you think

- he finds out on accident when you make a dumb gay joke

- ‘wait, what’

- ‘uhh… i’m pan’

- it takes a while for him to get what you mean but when he does

- ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE’ 

- hugs galore

- maybe a couple of pecks who knows

- total support, super cute, much love

- you two bond over how cute girls in the camp are

- and the guys

- percy’s obviously bi guys.

leo

- oh gods, get ready for this

- ‘leo i’m pan’

- ‘can i cook on you then? cause you’re smokin hot’

- from this day onwards, Y/N L/N has been declared death, caused by too many terrible puns

- ‘how are you today? I hope my girl’s feeling pantastic!’

- ‘leo pls why are you like this’

- ‘you know you love me’

- ‘.. i should have been lesbian’

- but on a serious note, he loves that you trusted him enough to tell him

- practically smothers you with love and affection

- gets jealous x3 now though, be warned

- ‘is he checking you out? gOD DAMMIT IS SHE CHECKING YOU OUT’

- he’s just afraid he’ll lose you cause damn you’re quite the package, and now girls and non-binaries are allowed to check you out too? no fair

- honestly just pure acceptance and love

- (also the fact that he thinks he’s bi too)

nico

- he’s lgbt dude, obviously he’d accept

- ‘hey uh nico, i just wanted to let you know that i’m pan’

- ‘sweet.’

- end of story

- nothing changes really

- you’d both check out dudes and chicks together once in a while

- total bonding

- (he still gets very jealous though, but he won’t show it)

- ‘nico can we go to pride this year!’

- ‘it’s too bright’

- ‘please?’

- ‘don’t give me tha- ugh fine.’

- total power couple

frank

- total sweetheart about it

- hugs you for a while, like a while.

- ‘frank, i can’t breathe’

- ‘oH JEEZ I’M SORRY’

- if anyone dares say a word against you, it’s for damn sure that he’d attack them in 0.0420 seconds

- ‘you still like me right?’

- ‘no one can beat you fai’

- if you guys were cute before, turn it up a couple million notches

- poor baby gets jealous now, he doesn’t think he’s up to your level

- ‘if you wanted to leav-’

- lots of interrupting hugs and kisses

- (you’d think he does it on purpose now)

- sometimes he’d turn into a panda, just so you guys can be pan(da’s) together

- honestly just so pure

- ash