Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)

that's right.... some are edited screenshots... some are made by me.... and ESPECIALLY.... NO DISGUSTING IMPACT FONT MEMES..! all are FRESH and HANDPICKED

oop sksk I'm dead inside so this will make me happy almost all of these I will get from other books on here so ya