#a-queer-burrito

[marascomics]

Where's the full mirandy valentine's print? eeee!

Theres two versions on my inprnt right now!! <3 :) They’re also on my redbubble as stickers & other things as well!

Inprnt link<3

Redbubble link!<3

Happy Valentines Day! Ty for the ask, and for showing interest in my mirandy drawing😋💕

[theressurectedgrill-blog]

Unpopular opinion, women who call themselves daddy are infinitely hotter than men who call themselves daddy

[chibifox2002]

My drip for the pride festival I'm going to in a few weeks

[silenttarantula]

some vee sketches and doodles! i like to think she's a cool skater girl, and also misses luz, camila and company after they went back to the boiling isles in thanks to them. i just love angsty and traumatic plots and arcs, well, anything of that sort really.

i doubt we will see her in the next special, but i'm hoping for even a little cameo in the last one!! i've never wanted it to be january as much as i do right now.

[kirishwima]

tonights new campaign was. fun but i am both Nervous and Exhausted

[vulgarmaw]

The real question is why are there so many normal pornbots on what is obviously the gayest site?

Like I don't see many lesbians falling for it, the gays, and aces aren't interested, that leaves the bi's and pan's.

Shouldn't the people populating these bots know their demographic better or are bi and pan people so horny that they are singlehandedly making up the difference?

[girlwholikestoread]

Actual conversation me and my brother had

Me: How come you never want to read any of the books I like?

My brother: What's the point? you just tell me everything anyways

Me: I do not tell you everything

My brother: Yes you do, You spent like an hour talking about some character named "Burrito Jerry"

Me: THAT BECAUSE BURRITO JERRY US AWESOME!

[excalisbury]

A witch and their pseudodragon familiar

[crazyboy3million]

Please CASHAPP ME $bigmeatman200 or VENMO ME @baker22005 so that I can order Taco Bell without dipping into my savings for my girlfriends birthday present THANK YOU HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

[weirdwitch13]

When you don’t know what to do for dinner, there’s always the leftovers burrito.

(Rice, black beans, Oaxaca cheese, soppy joe, Bloody Mary mid as salsa, and guacamole)

Also my pan turned gay?

[trannyposting]

Breakfast burrito is gender affirming care

[burritotomie]

My grandma is going to end me y'all, I keep going "I MISS MY SILLY!" and I know she's five seconds away from killing me between that and the awful puns I keep spewing!

[wannakissrobits]

I have incredible news.

If you missed it I am a queer trans latine disabled jew and my parents placed me in various facilities that failed the burrito test. But now? I’m free, and currently living with my step mom who had nothing to do with it.

Now, she doesn’t really have the money to keep me ESPECIALLY because I still need special food due to allergies and some of my meds Cost Money, so I’m not out of the woods yet in needing help.

Thank you if you can spread this around or help

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[steviewashere]

Strawberry Jalapeño

Rating: General CW: Alcohol, References to Sex Tags: Established Relationship, Recreational Drinking, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington gets White Woman Margarita Drunk at Mexican Restaurants, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Future Fic

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is saving the last bite for them."

💕—————💕

A new Mexican restaurant opens up a block away from their apartment in 1992. Taqueria Las Palomas. They make it part of their date night circle. Tuesday dates are for the queer bar ten minutes sideways. Wednesdays they’d go to the park on a picnic. Thursdays are for non-competitive bowling that Eddie somehow always turns competitive. And Friday nights, well they’re—

“Margarita nights,” Steve had given. His smirk the size of the moon. His eyes glistening in excitement. His body vibrating with it. “Nachos. And margaritas.” He’d done one of his cute little hand gestures. Nachos was his right hand jumping into the air. Margaritas was his left. Funny enough, those are also the assigned hands in which he consumes them at the restaurant.

Point is, it’s a popular date night activity.

And it’s Friday. And Steve is practically bouncing up and down the sidewalk. Drifting from Eddie’s side. Nearly skipping to the destination. Every once in a while, Eddie has to catch up to him, pull him back by his left palm, and hook their elbows together just to maintain the distance. But, somehow, Steve still gets to the restaurant’s door first.

And, somehow, Eddie never gets tired of it.

Five bucks gets them the nacho platter. Three bucks gets them bottomless margaritas. Which, technically, three bucks gets Steve bottomless margaritas. For two bucks less, Eddie settles for a single Miller. He’s got to get Steve back home, alright? Can’t do that if they’re both wasted. (Steve gets especially drunk and ditzy. Who knew he was such a lightweight in the face of greasy nachos and some fruity little drink?)

They share the plate of nachos. Eddie will sometimes get a small bean and cheese burrito. Sometimes he’ll do in for a couple of carne asada tacos. But, typically, it’s just the nachos. He’s got kind of a light appetite all the time anyway. Steve, on the other hand, will get nachos and a burrito (Depends on his overall mood which one he gets. Mad? The steak burrito. Horny? A breakfast burrito. Look, don’t ask Eddie. He doesn’t know why the eggs and potatoes seem to do it for Steve).

But, because of Steve’s heavier appetite, they tend to tear through the nachos pretty goddamn quick. Which, really, is a shame. Eddie really loves the nachos. He’d eat them all day if he could. That being said, however, he usually lets Steve get the last bite. Usually being the key word.

Tonight, though, the nachos go by pretty quick, as expected. Steve’s got his breakfast burrito halfway gobbled through. And Eddie’s leaned back in his sticky booth, Miller up to his lips, guzzling down some lukewarm beer. Steve’s worked his way through three margaritas, his lips stained a deep pink, and he’s not swaying exactly, but he’s definitely a little bit clumsier. His eyes are pointed down at the plate of nachos.

One chip with all the toppings, jalapeños included (Eddie’s personal hell).

Steve’s fingers twitch on the tacky plastic top of the table. His bottom lip is jutted out. And his eyebrows are creased slightly. He’s adorable.

“Eds,” he begins.

“Go ahead, babydoll. If you want it, you can eat it.” He thinks he gets his point across clearly. Sure, maybe his breath does something a little mournful at the last chip being whisked away from him. But, unfortunately, his stomach doesn’t do well with jalapeños. Never has. Most likely never will.

Steve reaches out his right hand, dutifully, and grabs the tortilla chip in his loose tipsy grip. He brings it up to eye level. Eyes crossing at the little slice of jalapeño. Eddie holds back a chuckle.

Well, he tries really hard. Has to snicker into his can of beer. Steve looks like some puppy noticing a butterfly on a flower for the first time. He might eat it. Might.

Then, oddly, Steve brings the chip back down. He takes his margarita hand. Plucks the jalapeño from the top of the chip, places it on his also pink stained tongue, and brings his eyes to stare at Eddie.

He momentarily looks away from Steve’s puppy dog eyes. From his magenta lips and rose petal pink cheeks and his glazed tipsy sheen to his eyes. Tries to hide how hungry he is, not for the nachos, but for Steve’s beautiful face.

“Ed…Eddie,” Steve is whispering, a slur slightly noticeable in his speech. His margarita palm flops onto the table, patting incessantly at the back of Eddie’s right. “Eddie, gotta—I gotta surprise for you.”

Eddie looks back at him and hums. “What’s up, sweetheart? Whatcha got for me?”

Steve holds out the chip. His fingers are loosely grasping it. It could fall at any moment, really. But he looks like he’s trying really hard to just raise it to Eddie’s face. “Made this,” he murmurs. “Took the spicy thing off.” He knows what it’s called. Eddie should probably cut him off from his margaritas in a second. “‘Ts for you, Eds.” And then he’s bringing it closer to Eddie’s face, so much so now he has to cross his eyes, and jams the softened edge to Eddie’s lips.

It really is the perfect chip. Cheese and guac and sour cream, steak and some of the pico de gallo. And, yeah, Steve took the jalapeño off just for him.

“Eds, you gotta open your mouth. Saved it—Made it for you.”

So, he does. Lets Steve feed it to him. Eddie wraps his hand around Steve’s wrist, steadying his hold. His thumb rubs over Steve’s pulse point, it’s fast and warm. And he looks back at Steve, his eyes dilated, yet full of love.

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie says through his mouthful. Steve’s face stretches with his syrupy smile. Gooey with something. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

“It’s cause I—Cause you were sad, Eds,” Steve conspires, leaning in—his hands spread wide and out on the table. “Was thinking of you ‘cause I like it when you’re happy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he feels the need to say again. “You made and continue to make me very happy.”

“I also love you. Was thinking about that, too,” Steve says.

Eddie snickers a little bit. Steve’s a sentimental drunk, he should’ve pointed out sooner. A very sentimental drunk. His eyes are shiny with tears and his face is wonderfully pink, there’s guac in the corner of his mouth, his breath smells like strawberries and jalapeño. And he’s probably the most beautiful and kind person Eddie’s ever come to know.

“Love you, too, sweetheart. Now, finish up your sex burrito,” Eddie teases a little. “Gotta get you home soon and take care of you.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve slurs back.

They won’t actually do anything, Eddie knows that. He’ll get Steve some water. And they’ll curl up on the couch and watch reruns of Golden Girls until Steve falls asleep over the length of Eddie’s torso. And he’ll slither out from underneath him, carry his heavy body to bed, and cuddle him with both arms. But in the morning, Eddie will make sure Steve knows just how loved he is.

For now, he just gazes. Lets himself become drunk on what it means to truly and irrevocably love somebody like Steve Harrington.

💕—————💕

[seththemusehub]

hey, I'm multiple flavors of disabled and queer. get to wait until march for my disability hearing to see if I'll be getting SSDI, and until then I have no income. I get food stamps which refill on the third, and it's usually just enough for like, two weeks of food, three if I eat a lot of pasta instead of other more nutritious food, which. gets kinda tiring.

the safeway cart is like. trash bags, toilet paper, cheap parmesan, butter, frozen burritos, bread, pasta, dried bean soup mix, cheap meat on sale, bread, and milk. I just kinda want something to eat, and also I need tp.

I know I've been asking a lot lately, but I got nothing. like. I brought cans in for bottle return and immediately had nothing left of that because I had to get dish soap and edible stuff from Dollar Tree. I'm down to half a stick of butter, a box of bowtie pasta, and a can of chili. if anyone can spare a few bucks and/or a reblog, I'd really appreciate it.

paypal: paypal.me/seththemuse

[its-tortle]

for the captain america fandom, whose work has created this one.

i just submitted my bachelor thesis. it's titled “Steve Rogers and Captain America aren’t always the same guy”: Captain America fanfiction as a Locus of Transformation, Identity Exploration, and Reclamation" and i'm not officially writing a dedication, but i want you all to know that this is really dedicated to you.

the cap/stucky fandom has been something like a family to me for pretty much the entirety of my getting this degree, and the incredible work you all do inspires me every day. thank you for welcoming me and my work into this community. i truly believe that this fandom has some of the best artists, graphic designers, and writers out there, and your transformation of steve has been fascinating enough to write a 12k thesis about.

thank you for continuously creating our fanon version of steve, who is stubborn and liberated and funny and more true and beautiful than most of the things we're drawing from. i love our queer, disabled, immigrant, catholic, transgressive punk from brooklyn, and i love you all for making him so real to me. thank you from the bottom of my heart for the love you pour into this community, and for helping me get this degree.

tagging some people (i will inevitably forget some amazing creators, but this is for you, too.)

@musette22 @buckymilf @dontcallmebree @rillils @thewinterwelded @steveswhitewolf @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @booksandabeer @burnin-brighter @sparkagrace @steevbuckk @cable-knit-sweater @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place @somanywords @turtle-steverogers @gay-jewish-bucky @rainbowsandcoconut @peachsteve @endgame-steve-is-not-real @not-withoutyou @callmekayyyyy @kalee60 @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @martelldoran @paperstorm @riricitaa @wintersoldier1989 @aidaronan @buckyswolf @voylitscope @darter-blue @steverogers-against-disney @faeriecap @mieczyhale @blanket-burrito-bucky @alpineandbucky @amarriageoftrueminds @becassine @oh-i-swear-writes @avenging-thefallen @buckybees @captainjanegay

feel totally free to tag anyone else you think has helped make our steve true and beautiful <33