#I'm gay lol

[sebastianthemadlad]

No one:

Resident Evil 4 mods:

Leon: Ashley:

Edit: I want to make it clear I am a dude so stop commenting and reposting "Oh my gawd yes queen finally us girls are getting fanservice💅🏻" its getting on my nerves, you guys should know by now that men who are attracted to other men exist, you should also know how to read, my username literally says "Sebastian" and "lad" 2 words that make it obvious I am male, most of you guys are the type of people who say you shouldn't assume someones gender then go ahead and do that, bloody hypocrites

(also if you looked at the tags you'd see many of them reference me being gay)

[toadcounsil]

The toad counsil is deciding..

It's gay to be gay!

[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.

[sp0o0kylights]

You know what I want to see, I want to see more of Steve, Eddie, and Robin being 1980s small town kids from Indiana, by which I mean;

Robin is The Source of Gay Knowledge purely because her parents host Hippie Christmas and she managed to sneak away to find a neat bookstore in Indiana once. 

Her knowledge is not in depth. It's patchy, woven together through rumors, stories she heard or things she picked up from her parents' old pictures. She's got a handful of zines, one book, and some movies she managed to order for Family Video behind Keith's back.

She acts like she's Queen of the Queers because in Hawkins she pretty much is.

(Max and El ask her what a lavender marriage is once, something they overheard snooping around. 

Robin confidentially answers that it's code for when one woman dresses up as a man, fooling officials into wedding two woman.

She does not live this down two years later when they find out what it actually means.) 

Eddie doesn't spend every weekend in Indianapolis. 

Gas is expensive, his busiest days of his "job" is Friday and Saturday, and he has no fucking clue what the hanky code is. 

He's wearing that bandana because Metallica front singer James Hetfield has one on all their tour posters. 

Eddie does make it down to a gay bar though, by accident. Rick needed some back up for a shady deal. Promised Eddie a boatload of free drugs to sell if he agreed to just stand there and look mean. 

He was warned the bar they were meeting in was 'weird' and to not 'freak out' --which Eddie thought was hilarious given his nickname and general appearance, but whatever.

He doesn't understand when they get there, because it's just a bunch of hot men with hanky's in their back pockets everywhere.

Then he sees two women kissing and it clicks. 

He can't out himself in front of Rick, but one of the bartenders playfully dresses him down for his own hanky, letting him know all about the code and teasing him through his embarrassment. 

He's got an offer to come back and learn what color and which pocket his hanky should actually be in, a prospect Eddie was salivating at until Chrissy Cunningham up and died on his ceiling.

(He still wore the hanky, because the feeling of that bartender tugging it out and stuffing it back in might be the closest thing he's ever had to sex and he absolutely wants a repeat. 

He's young and horny, sue him.) 

Steve Harrington may not be academically smart but he's not dumb. 

He figured out a while back that the basketball team as a unit probably crossed the queer line more than once--or at least it did before Hargrove came in. 

( Brad Handly for example, went around slamming kids into lockers and screaming slurs like a fucking movie villain one Monday because the varsity team got dead drunk at Laura's party on Sunday and hey, look, there weren't that many girls there, okay?

They all had fucking hands and mouths. Everybody but Tommy was single and hot to trot. Nothing gay about it.

Its not even like they were kissing or treating each other like chicks. It was just Brad's first time and they got to tease him later for overthinking it. 

Dude graduated soon enough after and given Steve was on the team as a sophomore, he hadn't thought about the guy and why he might be freaking out so bad in years.) 

Robin's entire panic attack at Starcourt, and a few more after had Steve replaying that whole incident. Reframed it a bit, and, yeah.

In retrospect that had been extremely gay, actually. 

It sat with him a lot easier than he'd thought it would. Partially because of Robin, but mostly because that's just who he was.

Stranger things had happened to Steve and this one didn't want to kill, maim or otherwise eat him, so it got filed under 'interesting facts he should never tell his parents if he wanted to keep his trust fund' and then he went about his day. 

(Or he tried too, anyways.

It caught up to him when Eddie and Robin somehow figured out the other was queer and dragged him along to some bar Eddie had a standing invitation at, with demands for Steve to do what he did best.

Babysit.

Their magical trip was utterly destroyed when Brad Handly happened to be the very same bartender who had given Eddie the invite.

 Considering Brad's immediate bark of laughter followed by a hug and introducing himself as "Steve's gay awakening", Steve ended up having to speedrun through Eddie and Robin both having a crisis for him.

It didn't help that Steve had politely, and laughingly, corrected Brad with a casual; 

"Pretty sure that was Tommy man, but if it helps I think that tongue of yours gave Matt Burdon a crisis."

--which ended up with him answering a lot more gay sex questions with Brad than he cared too. 

At least he, through Brad, was able to help Robin connect to some local lesbians and--after a second crisis from Eddie regarding how Steve managed to have more sex than "the resident town freak and guy who actually knew he was gay, Steve!"-- even helped Eddie out by catching the metalheads tongue with his mouth later that evening.

The last one landed him a boyfriend, trust fund be damned.) 

[seldompathic]

Clumsy catch or bold moves?

Surprise, have this version too 🫡 now I sleep, BYEE 🦔

[girlboyburger]

today i realized i could draw anything i want, so.

i drew myself a girlfriend

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[programmergirll]

Ok hear me out...

[bewbiejuggler37]

how's it going everyone

this is gonna be kind of a vent-ish post, so uhh,, if you don't care, keep scrolling

I haven't properly posted anything on this website for a while now, but I decided to come back. because tumblr right now is the most peaceful website out there. I remember a few years ago when tumblr was constantly shit on because of it's users and if you used tumblr in any way you would get so much shit for it. I used to be one of those who hated tumblr back in the day. but now, since tumblr banned pornographic content back in 2018, every annoying person who used this website moved to twitter. now twitter is the internet's punching bag, and I couldn't be more glad.

I just love how calm it is here now.

tbh idk where I was going with this. I just wanted to vent ig hh

it's 3 am here, I'm so tired. mann I should go to bed lol

[wetdeviant]

A sub who has been holding for hours and is at his limit. He wants to please his dom and hold it just a bit longer– Oh, there's the first leak. He gasps and tries to wiggle, but is held back by the ropes his dom tied around him when this all started. Hands behind his back, thighs forcibly spread. If he could just squeeze himself he could hold it longer, it's not fair! His bladder spasms again and a tiny pool of liquid has gathered on the chair. The feeling of it gently lapping against his aroused but neglected crotch is too much. No, no!– he can be good, he can hold it! His dom seems to have noticed his worked up state. “Oh, is it too much for you? I really thought you could control yourself.” They ask as they come closer, and begin to caress the inside of the sub's hip bones. Please, gotta pee so bad! Gonna pee gonna pee– The sub heaves a sob as his privates twitch once, twice before wetness erupts out of him. His stream so strong and desperate it arches in the air. The sub closes his eyes and slumps back in the chair, sniffling quietly. He couldn't hold it, he wanted to so bad... But his dom just hums and kisses his forehead. “Did so good for me. You held it for so long, didn't you? Such a good boy...” The sub sighs as he gives into the relief.

[chill--cat]

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[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

HARRY BEING HARRY ON TOUR — Love on Tour: UK + Europe Leg, 2023

[imagineacoolusername]

twin sirius & regulus, and remus & lily & james all work in the same store or shop or wherever, and they're all crushing on this one customer, but they're kinda confused bc he flirts with all three of them, but sometimes he only flirts with remus and calls james mate, or he flirts with lily and james and just nods his head at remus, and they're not entirely sure what's going on

[k-wame]

Barry Keoghan 2023 · Academy Museum Gala

[liquidstar]

I know Ivan's sacrifice was more theatrical but let's not forget the OG. The lead up to Sua's death was quiet, which made it all the more gut wrenching. Sua kept Mizi in the dark about it, knowing it would be their final performance. It was their dream- or at the very least, it was Mizi's dream, to sing together on stage like that. So Sua sang her heart out, letting Mizi live this dream for only a moment. We did it! We made it! So it's okay! She makes Mizi shine, and falters only slightly to make sure she's the one to go. She smiles at Mizi one last time to tell her it's okay. But it's not okay, the happiest moment of her life will now be forever tainted with unspeakable grief. Mizi has been kept in the dark about the horrors of Alien Stage, and she was brutally awakened to it in an instant. And though this ultimately leaves her traumatized, she knows. She's more free by knowing. She's the rebel Mizi we know now because of Sua's sacrifice. Whatever revolution happens at the end of this story will be because of Sua's actions too. I think Ivan is wrong in saying that Sua's sacrifice will only leave Mizi trauma, she left a lot of good too. Sua's death is the real inciting incident, her sacrifice wasn't pointless, her life had meaning. She was Mizi's entire universe. She was God.