#bisexual egg

[gillipopmoji-archived]

shout-out to the kid in my high school class who randomly said that there should be a flag for bisexual denial. The black represents... denial.

[Image ID: The bisexual flag, but with four black stripes going vertically down it. /end ID]

edit: hey tumblr why did you post this twice

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

happy pride month

[winter-mornings]

Oh hes so normal

[tinytalkingtina]

Cool Whip

Rating M | WC 1330 | Ao3 link

Tags: getting together, first kiss, innuendo, bisexual steve and eddie, eddie speed-runs a sexuality crisis, inappropriate use of whipped cream, fast burn (these two have never gone slow in their lives), fade to black

Written for the STWG July 28 prompt "Oh. Oh."

Steve stared at Eddie in complete silence.

Eddie fidgeted under his gaze. “So. Perhaps. In this instance, giving into the gremlin that lives inside my head was not the best choice I could have made,” he said sheepishly.

“Really Edward. You don’t say.” Steve was still holding the incriminating weapon, had been since he confiscated it. Every so often he twirled it around in his hands.

“What if you uhhh, did it back to me? We’ll be even?” he offered. “Come on, it’s fine, I won’t even fight you on it!”

“Can’t do that because we’re at my house, not yours, and this was my last pair of clean pants and underwear. So, unless you want to walk around like Winnie the fucking Pooh for the rest of the night, maybe we don’t spray whipped cream down your jeans too.” 

Steve ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I’m going to go take a shower and wash this shit off of my junk now, ‘kay? Just put the ice cream back in the freezer, we can do a movie night together another time, I guess.” Disappointment was written all over his face. Oops, Eddie didn't realize how much he must have been looking forward to watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

As Steve turned around to go, Eddie knew he should let him. Unfortunately, Nosnum Eidde, the impulsive gremlin living in his brain, was still firmly in control.

“Wait, let’s not waste it. Let me clean you up!” He blurted out.

What?

“What?” Steve was staring again, this time with eyes wide in confusion.

“Let me…clean up the mess I made. On your body.”

“Eddie I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

It did sound like a joke didn’t it. But if it was a joke, why was the thought sending sparks of lighting along his spine. 

“I don’t. Don’t think I’m joking right now,” Eddie said slowly. “Give me a minute here.”

It wasn’t like his brain had a perfect track record when it let Nosnum have the wheel. Like those times it had told him that he could climb the tallest tree in the trailer park without getting stuck at the top, or point out how hypocritical O’Donnell was acting during class without getting detention. 

But it had also gotten things right on occasion. And with Steve standing so close, it was busy pointing out things Eddie hadn't thought about before: like for example, when Steve chewed on his lips in agitation, they became invitingly plump. And, despite the growing damp spot on the front, those jeans were still hugging Steve's ass perfectly. 

Perhaps most importantly, he wasn't rushing forward to punch Eddie's lights out for insinuating, well. He just stood there with a faint blush coloring his cheeks. In his house, a place currently unoccupied by anyone else, not even Robin. While wearing a shirt that was just on the wrong side of too tight with his hair coiffed for a night out and oh my G-d—

“Steve…was tonight supposed to be a date?” Eddie was shocked the question fell out of his mouth so steadily.

The blush on Steve's face grew darker. “I mean, sort of? Was getting mixed signals from you but—yeah.” He shrugged. “We haven’t been able to hang out one on one since I figured things out. Thought I’d see how tonight went before making a move.”

“Oh. You. You had a plan to seduce me.” Eddie wheezed a little. "You like me like that?"

“I uh, kind of put two and two together about a month ago. Had a really long talk with Robin, and turns out apparently normal men don't want to, you know, make out with their guy friends. Or imagine Harrison Ford holding a whip when he’s all sweaty and—wait, what about you, Mr. 'Propositioning My Friends To Use My Mouth?’ How long have you known?"

“About five minutes consciously.” Eddie said in a strangled voice. “Maybe ten if we consider what I did to your pants subliminal foreplay.”

Steve snorted. The gremlin in Eddie’s brain was convinced this made him even more attractive. Huh, maybe this had been going on for longer than he had realized, if a snort could set him off.

“Not really sure what submarines have to do with Cool Whip, but yeah we can probably count that. Welcome to the ‘part gay’ club man! You’re taking this really well, no offense.” Steve pat him on the back, the brief contact sending more sparks through his veins.

“Yeah, in 1985 I’d probably be doing something destructive right about now.” Eddie agreed. “But the me of 1987 can’t really muster up the energy for another panic attack after finding out about inter-dimensional portals or. You know. Everything else that happened.” Wow, real smooth Eddie, way to kill the mood of whatever fever dream was happening right now.

“Besides,” he tried for a joke. “1987 Eddie has a high school diploma. My brain’s so full of facts there’s no more room for anything else unless we shove it into my mouth and—“ His eyes widened as he caught up with what he was saying. He ducked to hide behind his hair. “Uh, what I mean was, um. Yeah I’ve got nothing to say for that.”

Steve gave another adorable snort and walked closer. “We may have to work our way up to that one, but maybe I could give your mouth something else to put its lips around instead?”

“Dude that doesn’t even—what, do you want me to vacuum seal your mouth with mine? How would we, wait, please tell me that isn’t the secret move you pulled that had all the cheerleaders in school losing their minds over?” Eddie squeaked out.

Steve blushed again even as he laughed. “First of all I only ever actually dated like, three people in high school, I wasn’t as big a slut as rumors made me out to be. And okay that might have sounded better in my head, but in my defense I kind of can’t think of anything but kissing you right now.”

Eddie rapidly nodded his head. “Yes, that’s. We should do that. Please.” After a slight roadblock in which both of them on autopilot tried to take the lead and grab the other’s face, they finally managed to actually press their lips against each other.

And oh. Oh. 

Look, this was far from Eddie’s first kiss. But this was the first time someone still wanted to kiss after seeing him eat eggs with maple syrup on them. Or who knew he secretly slept with his childhood stuffed animal. Because Steve wasn’t angling to get cheaper weed, or trying to get back at his parents by having Eddie knock on the door in his ripped jeans for a date.

Steve knew Eddie’s whole sordid history, and kissed him anyway, holy shit.

The kiss itself was short and relatively chaste. But after they stopped, Steve didn’t immediately lean out of Eddie’s space. Instead he gave the tip of Eddie’s nose a quick peck before resting their foreheads together. A giggle bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest.

Steve rapped his knuckles on Eddie’s head. “Everything okay up there?”

“You like me. Steeeeve Harringtonnn likes me!” Steve smiled softly at him as he cupped Eddie’s cheek in his palm.

“Yeah, I do, you big dork. And I’d love to continue this, but because someone sprayed whipped cream onto my junk, I need to go shower it off before it gets even crunchier because wow, this is uncomfortable.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. “Sorry about that again. But if you want maybe uh, maybe I could join you and actually help clean it off?”

Steve smirked. “I think we can work something out, yeah. Come on.”

Running up the stairs while Steve tightly held his hand, Eddie decided that perhaps this time, his brain might have had the right idea after all.

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Later that evening:

Eddie: "Wait, I was flirting with you the entire Spring Break from hell wasn't I."

Steve: "That was point #1 on Robin's 'Eddie is into you' list."

Eddie: "In hindsight this does explain why she kept saying I could be myself around her last week. I used the opportunity to give her a 2 hour long intro to metal music lesson."

Steve: "Yeah, she said I still owe her for that."

@augustjustice @stellarspecter Come get your fast burn Steddie!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

VINCENT PRICE AS EGGHEAD

BATMAN (1966-67)

[lilith-biscuits]

right in time for the last day of pride

happy pride from the brown family <3

[stahlfeder]

Pride Raptors! Plus 3 extras

Here is a collection of stickers I've designed recently! I had waaaay too much fun designing these, I'm really proud of them. There's a couple little hidden details. Plus a few extras, that don't match the pride theme, but they're getting made in this batch too. Dragonfruit, Albino, and one of Malcolm, my raptor character in a side comic I'm working on. 

Posted using PostyBirb

[impossibletragedykitten]

My friend asked me about Dragon Age.

[57sfinest]

[BREAKTHROUGH IMMINENT: HOMO-SEXUAL UNDERGROUND (AGAIN)]

SUGGESTION -- So, some news from the depths of your subconscious. Your twenty-hour mind project is *actually* complete this time.

YOU -- Wait, I thought we were done yesterday?

SUGGESTION -- After the information Kim dropped? Oh, no. You can’t take information like that from him without being sure of your own *status*. It wouldn’t be right.

YOU -- Okay, so what is it? Am I a homo-sexual? I thought I liked women.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY -- Of course you do. It’s just that you also like men-- and probably everything else in between. You’re *cool* like that.

YOU -- Oh. So... I *am* a homo-sexual? Or am I something else?

ENCYCLOPEDIA -- The prevailing term for what you are is *bi-sexual*-- someone who likes both men and women.

EMPATHY -- Like Klaasje. She liked Lely and Ruby.

YOU -- Is anyone else bi-sexual? Or is it just me and that lady from Oranje?

LOGIC -- Not even her, now. She’s gone. She fled the Whirling-in-Rags-- and Martinaise-- as soon as she saw the Krenel mercenaries leave their posts. She could be anywhere right now. You’ll probably never see her again.

INLAND EMPIRE (Challenging: Failure) -- I guess it’s just you.

[based on this]

[narugen-moved]

alright buckle up it’s time for me to spread my hoshina/mina agenda

1. mina being unserious as hell with the most serious face when it comes to hoshina (taking a picture of him being upset over losing kaiju #8)

2. “could you be the one to carve the path for me?” she specifically asked him because of his swordsmanship that every elder/senior in his life had dismissed him for citing it was an end of an era. she’s the only one who believed in him after years of being put down by everybody (even his own family)

3. devotion & loyalty & trust - do i even need to say anything they make me go crazy

i can’t add anymore pics so i’ll word dump properly in another post but wow i’m bonkers abt them 😭 something something thank you for choosing me / thank you for being someone i can rely on

[holystrongegg]

I was playing around with colors/brushes and found a new rendering technique ✨ still need to practice it but I'm pretty happy with how these turned out 🌚

[ancient-depressed-druid]

Are you neurodivergent and queer as in "I cannot tell the difference between obsessively thinking about a person and romantic attraction" or "wildly sexual intrusive thoughts vs genuine sexual attraction" or even "do I rly have no problems being called any pronouns bc I don't wanna bother other people or bc I dissociate so much it is weird to perceive myself as alive and human, even more sort myself in gender norms and labels"

Tag yourself. I'm all of them

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Egghead - Batman (1966-67)

[torchickentacos]

who needs encouraging fathers when you can get fortune cookies that tell you you're doing a good job and that it'll all be okay

[aces-to-apples]

I'm never surprised to learn when writers don't put much thought into things but honestly Alistair and Morrigan being straight-locked makes complete sense to me.

The Chantry is very clearly meant to mirror the Catholic Church and, via banter between Alistair and Wynne, shown (despite Word of God and Doylist explanations) to be sexually conservative; Alistair not considering men as an option full-stop makes complete sense considering he was, in his words, "raised in a monastery" from the age of like eight (or ten? Not looking it up).

Flemeth deliberately raised Morrigan in a swamp, almost entirely away from people, and only ever lured men into her clutches; Morrigan herself admits that she doesn't know hardly anything about socially acceptable behaviors across the board and so, similarly to Alistair, I wouldn't be surprised if interest in women simply never occurred to her.

Conversely, Leliana was a bard and already had Marjolaine as a lover by the time we meet her, and Zevran was a Crow who engaged in sex work when considered necessary and his last relationship was a throuple with a woman and another man.

I'm not saying that it's, like, the only objectively correct conclusion that Alistair and Morrigan are straight. I'm just saying it does make sense for their characters' specific backgrounds, especially given how easy it is to interpret both as autistic. Like I can't speak for all autistics everywhere but I certainly can't invent concepts whole cloth without ever hearing about something similar as a starting point.

All this to say: same-gender Wardens who romance the bi same-gender companions are definitely Alistair/Morrigan's bi awakenings.

[frostwing213]

Gay eggs! (Well, LGBTQA+)

I dyed easter eggs tonight, did this!

Here's them labled