#it’s only gay if they kiss

[steddieas-shegoes]

“You cannot buy four boxes of Honeycombs.”

“Why not?”

“Because we have a list. A budget. Jeans we have to fit into.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Stop being sensible. It’s not cute.”

“What happened to me always being cute?”

“I mean when you’re grumpy in the morning or when you’re trying to clean the pool but leaves keep flying in and you make that scrunchy face. Not this.”

Steve grabbed the two boxes out of Eddie’s hand and placed them back on the shelf.

“I’ll allow two boxes. But we have to stick to the rest of the list.”

Eddie crossed his arms. He may even be pouting a little to emphasize his displeasure in not getting what he wants.

It was easy to do this with Steve and know that Steve wasn’t actually annoyed, just amused.

Steve wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, though. He was already pushing the cart down the aisle so they could find the next thing on their list.

Probably vegetables.

Steve loved making him eat vegetables.

“Shit. I forgot to get the garlic powder. Can you go grab it?”

“We have a clove of garlic right there.”

“That’s different.”

“Not if you grind it up.”

Steve ignored him and kept walking because he knew Eddie would listen and grab the garlic powder.

They did this every week.

Their list was almost the same every week with a few small changes here and there depending on what Steve was cooking.

Eddie found reasons to argue with Steve, and usually it involves sneaking treats into the cart and getting caught.

They worked their way through the store, usually ending up in some kind of wild debate on every other aisle. At check out, they usually rushed through it, not wanting too many questions pointed at them shopping together every week.

Eddie loved doing this with him. He loved being able to watch Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he did the mental math for how many of one thing he needed. He loved watching Steve buy an extra frozen pizza for when Hellfire met at the house. He loved how Steve would touch the small of his back to guide him along when no one else was in the aisle with them.

He loved that he got to do this every week for the rest of his life.

“Eddie Munson, put the brownies back!”

He also loved being a menace, and that would never change.

[sncrlynwtms]

"i was born in the wrong generation" I wasn't. i love existing at the same time as fan culture. i love knowing I can make a post saying "character a wears big ass pants and is obsessed with character b's thighs" and fifty percent of people are gonna agree with me while the other half call me a dumb bitch because of it. it's great.

[myoonmii]

I was inspired (gay thoughts)

[scurvyboy]

in this house we like our fiddlefords BALDING and our fiddlestan MESSY

HE KISS HIM ON HE BALD SPOT TO APOLOGIZE AFTER THEY SCREAM AND THROW SHIT AT EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!

[yrsonpurpose]

bonus ±

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[somegrumpynerd]

Busted for gay thoughts

[oliox]

Putting Heavy and Medic in the center was deliberate and you can't convince me otherwise.

They WANTED us to see them next to each other for a REASON.

[boyslovegirlslove]

[Eng Sub] Official Pilot เพียงเธอ | Only You The Series

[lycheeleeches]

last day of pride month and I had time to do something before focusing all my energy on artfight

[cosmicredcadet]

I think queer stories would be better if people stopped assuming that queer representation hinges on if two characters are romantically involved at all. Like the moment you accept characters as being queer without needing romance to prove said queerness then i think we'd find ourselves with a lot more unique, nuanced, and interesting queer stories. but by limiting queerness to only romance you are stifling queer stories.

[psychdelia]

uummm billy’s stuck in the upside down so naturally he takes shelter at steve’s house because who wouldn’t take the chance to sleep in their crush’s bed in a demented monster world u know? sometimes he swears he can smell steve’s cologne when he’s falling asleep, on the nights he can sleep - if they’re even nights. he’s not sure anymore. except their souls are so bonded and connected and shit that they share dreams and kinda sorta feel each other’s presences most nights but they both ignore that feeling because it simply cannot be real. but then their dreams are becoming more vivid and real and dirty and steve’s suddenly waking up hard and aching everyday to the thought and visual of railing billy, which.. it should and it does feel wrong because he thinks the asshole is dead, and he was never attracted to guys the same way he was girls. but it doesn’t stop him from closing his eyes and trying to recall as much of his dreams as possible while jerking off. thinking about blonde curls and blue eyes and soft lips. sometimes he swears he can smell billy’s cologne when he’s really out of it, waking up to the scent of cigarettes and warm spices. plus hairspray, of course. but the smelling and feeling each other there, leaves just as fast as it comes. billy, on the other hand, has been jerking off and finger fucking himself while thinking about steve since the first day he laid eyes on him.

neither of them are necessarily surprised a week later when steve stumbles into “his room” in the upside down and finds billy wielding an axe in fighting position, expecting monsters instead of his old classmates.

[four-unwell-lesbians]

Thinking about the way dungeon meshi does queer horror. Using horror to tell queer stories is already subversive, but dungeon meshi subverts it even more

Normal queer horror is like. A monsterous desire and immortal love of something isolated/hated and the uncontrollable but suppressed need to consume someone to live and they only die if you break/pierce their heart. its great.

In dungeon meshi, the group is STARVING. they do things the way they're expected to and they're so deprived that eventually, one of them is consumed by that monsterous desire.

Then when Falin becomes a monster, she doesn't eat Marcille because she doesn't NEED to, Marcille already offered herself up as part of Falin by mixing her own blood with the dragon's for the resurrection.

Also Marcille is a monster too!! She doesn't need to be turned by Falin. She's a 'witch' doing black magic for one but she's also very vampiric

Her name is super vampirey especially given one of the translation spellings was Marcilla, an annogram of Carmilla*. And Marcille is very similar to Marceline from Adventure Time so it's a name with heavy connotations to me. Also her staff is Ambrosia which means immortal.

*ps Carmilla is the original modern vampire that inspired Dracula and also a lesbian. she used annagrams of her name (Marcilla, Mircalla, Millarca) to disguise herself across hundreds of years.

Marcille is like. a vampire in that death is a big part of her theme. She can breathe that immortality into someone else using her resurrection black magic and death is a huge part of her character. She wants them to live as long as she does. To make them immortal. Like. Like a vampire. Vampires which are unholy when her love interest is a cleric.

But once again this is subverted!! she doesn't 'turn' Falin, she makes her undead by giving her own blood instead of taking Falin's. Falin becomes a monster not because she's attacked or turned, but because her DNA, something INHERENT about her is now intertwined with the monster. so a god-like figure merges them. Then the only way to free her from that frenzy and grant her autonomy again is to finally consume her. something inherently lesbian about all that i think idk about you

[wishchip106]

Erik when Charles showed him the brightest corner of his memory system and telling him there’s good in him:

[saturnhas82moons]

Didn’t wanna go into 2025 seeing Caitlyn x male!reader, vi x male!reader or a caitvi x male!reader

Makes me wanna throw up

Also why are the comments kinda homophobic leaves a horrible taste in my mouth

The characters are gay

They are lesbians

[sixteenthtry]

I know bro wrote this while pushing his glasses up with his index finger and a hand on his hip☝🏻🤓