#just let me fucking live dude I'm sorry that the labels I personally feel comfortable with aren't trendy or what the fuck ever

[italiansteebie]

steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

---

when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

---

when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #meet ugly #steddie meet cute #steddie #steddie get together #best friend robin #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve x eddie

[nibeul]

most lgbtq+ discourse can be boiled down to correct labels™, correct flags™, and who can say what slurs, and I’m so sick and tired of y’all. like this is the exact reason why I detached myself from the community 

#like yeah. sometimes I will use transsexual to describe myself because it's the first term I identified with #do I think u need to medically transition in order to be trans? no! #would I use it for others esp if they said they're uncomfortable with it? #absolutely not #just let me fucking live dude I'm sorry that the labels I personally feel comfortable with aren't trendy or what the fuck ever #and it's always the slur shit too mfs collect slurs like candy what are y'all doing #'if lesbians can say f** then why can't we say d-word' #tired of y'all!! so sick and tired of y'all!! #why do u want to use slurs so bad!! #go talk to elder LGBTQ+ members rn

[tiedtogetherwithadagger]

Are you by chance asexual? Is what the ace is in the description? If so, sorry for what may be a personal question, but how did you realize you were ace? I'm wondering because I feel like I am, but i'm still pretty confused. Thanks!

Hi sweetie! Thanks for asking so politely

The ‘ace’ is for asexual, yeah. I identify myself as being on the ace spectrum/gray ace because it’s not as clear cut for me as sexual orientation can be for others. Gray-ace is a spot on the ace spectrum that doesn’t quite fit as completely asexual (as in, never feeling sexual attraction and more often also sex-repulsed), but not quite demisexual (where you have to establish an emotional bond or connection with someone before you’re able to feel sexual attraction). I originally thought I was demi, actually. Most gray-aces have felt sexual attraction at least once, but it was under very specific or random circumstances. 

I have felt sexual attraction about three times in my life that stand out to me. Once was when I was watching a TV show and the character was so emotionally raw and open in the scene, I felt drawn to him. The second was when I was watching live theatre, it was a musical version of Midsummer Night’s Dream and the lighting on the all of the people dancing and the emotion their movements conveyed (not to mention the costumes!!! Their costumes were so freaking good!) is what I think excited me. The third time was on my first day of my BIO class and it was with my TA. I remember freaking the fuck out because I had no idea what was happening to my body and couldn’t stop staring at him. However, the second time I saw him, nothing. Nada. Zilch. SO. It’s not like a light switch for me, where if it’s on, it’s always going to be on for this person/environment/situation.

I first started questioning my sexual orientation my sophomore year of college when I first found out that asexuality was a thing (thank you tumblr). I started looking at other people and taking inventory of what my reaction was based on their appearances and thought for a little while that I was bisexual. Fun fact: I found out a few months ago that asexuals were actually originally part of the bisexual community. 

But I realized pretty quickly that bisexual didn’t quite fit me so then I looked at my past experiences. I had never dated anyone, or even kissed anyone, and always felt uncomfortable when people talked about sex or people kissed on TV. BUT I always always wanted to be with someone romantically and I always imagined that person being a guy. Growing up, I always thought the reason I never dated was because I was waiting for the right guy and that when I met him, I would just know, and everything else would fall into place. But being 22 and never having even wanting to kiss someone (and not in the abstract, in the abstract I want to kiss ALL THE PEOPLE, PRESS YOUR LIPS AGAINST MINE THANK YOU) when the time arrives. I feel uncomfortable, way too nervous to be normal, and squick out. 

I will say that I have kissed someone (finally) but I was really drunk at the time so I’m not sure if that’s a good gauge to hold to. It was short, I think I immediately put tongue in it, and it felt nice against my lips. But that’s about it, tbh. I felt a little dirty the next day but I think that was more because I didn’t know him and he literally tried to carry me home with him (dudes out there reading this: if a girl is drunk and says she’s going home with her friends, DON’T TRY TO KIDNAP HER (slight overreaction but still, I literally had to push myself out of his arms to get him to listen to me. sigh. not the point right now)). On the plus side, it made me more comfortable with the idea of casually kissing someone, but I still think it would have to be a friend or someone I knew for a while for me to be comfortable with it.

Right now, I identify as panromantic and asexual. If you’ve read through all of this, you may have noticed that most of my experiences were with guys. I grew up thinking about guys romantically, that’s just what I saw all the time. And because there were no feelings for any gender presented to me, I think I just thought I was straight by default. My mind is still wired that way sometimes, and I think it’s easier to start something with a guy because they’re more readily available but I’ve also had brief crushes on people who were nonbinary or trans (brief bc I immediately found out they were dating each other and I thought ‘welp, let’s nip that in the bud so I can be friends with them bc they’re really cool peeps’). And damn, like right now, I really want a soft girlfriend to smile at me and hold me

Long story short, it’s okay to not be sure. It’s okay to feel like you fit with more than one label. It’s okay to feel like no label fits you. If you want to talk things through, feel free to message me privately or send more anons. I hope this answers some of your questions and holy shit this got super long I’m so sorry.

#hope you see this nonnie #i answered super late bc i didn't see i had an ask on mobile #asexuality #ace things #queer things #nonnie #asks #answered