#total catfight

[fantasychickfights]

Cockiness meets Cockiness… they’re both overflowing with COCKiness… but only 1-can remain standing vs the other…

[dykrophone]

middle/high school me didn't form parasocial relationships with celebrities they formed serial parasocial relationships with random lesbian 20-something bloggers with a penchant for being 24/7 haters on increasingly obscure platforms (often that they had abandoned years ago) and would stay up till like 4am every night reading their posts from like five years back and collecting the Lore

[borrelia]

i cant believe "yeah, like guys freak out over your titters. i say 'titters' because your boobs are so small they actually make me laugh" is a dub-only line... bestie had never heard it before tonight but that is Foundational Literature for me...

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ rivals... in love? — extended cut !

this is pure hysterics, i'm sorry but i can't resist! tysm for the brainrot amy!! @seonghrtz 🫶🏻 mwah mwah !!

a part of gojo's love entries

“you see… if you kiss me, i'll definitely show you just how great my lips actually are.”

you’d expect this sort of nonsense from gojo satoru, yet it was geto suguru who was standing in front of you with such genial smile that you were at a loss.

you dumbly blinked. “huh?”

“satoru said i taste like a cursed spirit, yeah?” suguru didn't seem offended, at least from how he was wording it and that eye smile. “that's a really foul accusation. i’m here to clarify—”

you widened your eyes, almost cringing. “no, no! you don’t have to—”

“SUGURU! YOU SWINE!”

a resounding bang. you whipped your head towards the door in total panic, which was... fortunately still tightly shut. satoru, who had openly declared that he was into you in the previous chapter, was hurling profanities towards his best friend, pounding against the door, visibly vexed.

“you… locked the door?” you questioned suguru in disbelief, and he merely shrugged.

“for safety purposes, yeah.”

well, if you look at satoru now... he did look like a super angry cat who was ready to pounce on suguru and claw him to shreds.

“he could've blasted it.” you glanced apprehensively toward the door, catching his eyes, and in an instant, satoru's scowl turned into the most hopeful expression of a wagging puppy—hoping for you to saunter towards him instead and desert his friend altogether.

suguru chuckled. “he can, yes, but he'll be facing yaga afterwards.”

and you. there was no way he'd scare you off by blasting a ‘red’ on a doorframe. you were clueless, but suguru knew just how soft satoru could make himself to be if it was for you.

you sighed. all you wanted was to go back to your dorms following an exhausting mission. you truly had little energy to entertain this.

meanwhile, outside, satoru was this close to kick the door off its hinges. he was having about thirty different heart attacks by witnessing how close suguru was to your vicinity. his chance was quite literally slipping by each second.

and when in his attempt to hear what the two of you were saying—

“let us just kiss then, to see what it’s like—”

“geto-san, what the—!”

and in that moment, he really saw green and really used a bit more force, tearing the knob— bang!

“don't you dare to get close to my girl, you slimy bangs!”

kapow! pow!

what was even happening? one second, suguru was almost leaning in for that kiss, and the next, satoru popped out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground. and you stood there, utterly bewildered, caught between the whirlwind of their catfight.

your first crush, whom you thought was sensible, and the most obnoxious boy who was whipped for you like a fool...

losers, you absentmindedly thought to yourself. both of them. losers…

“satoru, you're incorrigible!”

“the audacity! you know very well i like her and yet—!”

and yet, a small smile tugged at your lips when you saw how red-faced satoru was. he was genuinely upset to see you with suguru, and that sparked a sense of achievement within you.

“let's see if you will be able to make him say it...”

while you pondered, almost giddy, you were undoubtedly sure about two things at that moment: one, maybe gojo satoru wasn't that bad, he was kinda cute even, and you might consider him... and two—

shoko lost the bet, and you won.

[writers-potion]

𝕾𝖔, 𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌.

Here are some ideas to let your fight scene sizzle with romantic tension even while daggers are flying about.

Hand-to-Hand Fighting

Make it an unarmed 1:1 combat where physical approxiamation is a must, and where the two are totally aware of the other's body. Use this to encompass erotic awareness.

Use fighting styles that require close touch, like grappling, rolling around on the fllor in a tight clinch.

You you're writing erotica, you can add a touch of BDSM by using the power play.

Daggers

The dagger is a weapon that is often personal and intimate, as it requires the attacker to be close to the target. When the dagger penetrates the flesh, the hand almost touches the victim.

This is very different from weapons like the gun, arrow or spear which can kill at a distance.

In addition, the motion of sliding the dagger into or out of the sheath can be highly suggestive. It gives you room to play with your words or insert suggestive dialogue

Male Fantasies of Female Fighters

Men can be turned on by watching females fight. If your heroine is a martial artist and the hero has a taste for warrior women, erotic tension immediately ensues.

Catfights that involve young, healthy women battling each other for monetary prizes exist. A nastier version of these clubs will involve women who are forced: abducted girls, vitims of human trafficking. These are good for giving your heroine a dark past or adding a thriller element.

Another fantasy can be about men fighting the women, rather than watching them fight. If the heroine also happens to have a taste for violence, they can batter one another happily ever after. More often, the man will pay the woman to fight him.

This happens at an agency or a 'wrestling studio' which employs part-time feamle wrestlers. The client will pay per hour and pick the girl. Nothing sexual goes on, except in the man's minds and his boxers - they will fight fully clothed with a staff member overseeing as referee (chaperone, essentially).

Many of these men who pay to fight will want to lose - being submitted by a woman is a part of their fantasies. They can be gentlemanly, courteous and considerate men at work - which can serve as good hero material.

Female Fantasies of Male Fighters

Women can have similar fantasies where they take pleasure in seeing men take each other on. If the men wear sleeveless vests or fight shirtless, this gives you the opportunity to describe their muscles, sweat and other details.

If your heroine has BDSM tendencies, you can depict her imagining what it would be like to be submitted by the men she watches, although her desire wouldn't really be to fight the man.

On the other hand, the woman's experience watching somene she cares about (a brother, lover, husband) fight will be more emotional than physical.

Post-Fight Horniness

Genuine fights aren't horny, but fighters may get horny afterward when the hormones and intense tension wear off.

So this gives your the excuse to show your professional assasin hunting for a hot date after work. Or let your hero feel unexpected attraction to his comrade after they've pushed through a particularly difficult battle.

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[melanieph321]

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Thick Part 3/8

+ 18

Part 1 Part 2

Kenan and Reader share the same high school friend group. As graduation is near, Reader sets out to pass her drivers license test but ultimately struggles to. Thankfully Readers friends agree to help her with driving lessons and take turns doing so. It is during one of Rader's lessons that it becomes clear that Kenan likes her. A chock to Reader, who has a crush on someone else in their friend group.

Enjoy!

"He called you what?"

"Fat. Or Not skinny, to be exact."

"Stronza." (Asshole).

You enjoyed driving with Rebecca. She wasn't as instructive or patient as Maria, and it was nearly impossible to communicate over the loud music playing in her car. But after your experience driving with Kenan, you could withstand a couple of false notes sung by her. 

"Do you want us to talk to him, maybe ask Gio to give him a slap upside the head?" She was also very sympathetic to the incident involving Kenan, naturally taking your side.

"Tempting." You chuckled. "But no, I'd rather let it go and ignore him for the rest of my life."

"That will be a hard thing to do."

"Trust me, I've managed to block out a couple of fat-shamers in my life, Kenan will be no different."

"Yes, but what about our road trip to Bari? I imagine it'll be difficult ignoring someone for ten hours straight while confined into a cramped car."

"Right." 

Just the thought of the road trip with your friends triggered an unpleasant feeling in your gut. It had more to do with the fact that you still didn't have a driver's license, and judging by the way things were going, you wouldn't possess one any time soon.

"How about we try the roundabout again? It should be more crowded at this hour."

"Yay."

Rebecca took you back to the roundabout that you and Kenan had tackled the week before. But unlike Kenan, she wasn't one to talk you through things, assuming that the actions needed were as obvious to you as they were to her. It resulted in you having some trouble finding the right gear for the approach into the right file, and unlike Kenan, Rebecca's hands weren't on the wheel, ready to spot you in case you'd need the assistance.

"Check your mirrors Y/N!" She shouted in panic.

The car swirled in the lane on your attempt to get it out of the roundabout. It swirled before coming to an abrupt stop. 

"My car!" Rebecca cried. 

Smoke rose from the hood of it. You had bumped it straight into the sidewalk. The car had to be towed and taken to the nearest mechanic shop right away.

"I promise to pay for all the damages." You assured.

"Of course you will. And I want compensation for the trauma that was inflicted on me. You're not a bad driver Y/N, you're a basket case."

"Ladies, ladies, please." Gio entered the small garage. He was wearing stained overalls, a plaquet with the name Joey on it. Joey, or Josef, was Gio's dad, owner of the shop. "There's nothing that yours truly can't fix. So please, no catfighting in my garage, as tempting as that would be to watch."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Just fix my car Gio, or else we won't have a ride to Bari this summer."

"Judging by the way Y/N is driving we might not even make it to Bari with her behind the wheel."

"Hey?" You hissed.

"Kidding, just kidding." 

Gio approached the vehicle, taking a good look at it. It was clear that he was better with his hands than his brain. And he didn't seem to mind following in his father's footsteps, taking over the shop and running it one day. "Yeah, this is gonna take some time fix it and it's gonna cost you." He nodded. "It's gonna cost you plenty."

"Well, what are you waiting for, get started on it."

"Sorry Beck's, but I'm closing the shop at six."

"Six, why so early?"

"Didn't you hear, Luca and his band have a gig in town. All of us are invited, no?"

"Right, I totally forgot about that. Are you going Y/N, I'd rather just go home."

"Erm....I think I'm gonna go." You blushed.

"Alright, then you can ride with me." Gio said. "I'm picking up Kenan once my shift is done. The guy is probably still asleep as we speak."

"Kenan's coming?" You asked.

"Yeah, why?" Gio turned to Rebecca who made a grimace similar to yours. 

"You know what, perhaps I should go." She said, "The more the merrier, no?"

"Right?"

"I'll call Maria and tell her to meet us there."

********************************************

You have seen many bands play live before. It always fascinated you how brave and care free the artists seemed on stage, going off on their instruments. Luca was no different, letting down his hair while rocking out on stage. It wasn't often that he let the world see what hid beneath the strings of his man-bun, — oh but when he did.

"Thank you everybody, I hope you've had a goodnight!"

"Go Luca!" 

The crowd, including yourself, shouted his name at the top of your lungs. You weren't the only girl who had eyes for the band's lead guitarist, however, you were one of the few people who knew him personally.

"Great set man. You were awesome." Gio said, as your friends gathered backstage at the end of the night. The five of you had danced the night away like maniacs, influenced by an unhealthy amount of cheap alcohol. 

"Thanks alot for coming guys, it means a lot."

"The night isn't over man, we're having drinks back at my place, aren't you coming." Said Gio.

"Sorry guys, gotta help the band pack up. But I'll see you guys at school on Monday. Y/N?" He said, stunning you with a smile.

"Y...yes?"

"I'll pick you up in the morning. You can drive my dad's Cadillac to school."

"It's a date." You grinned. It was really nice of Luca to want to stay and help his band. "He's so kind." You blurred out, during an intoxicated rant at Gio's house. Only you, Kenan, Gio and Maria made it back. Rebecca had her dad pick her up at the bar.

"So if you had to spend the night with someone in our friend group, it would be Luca." Gio nodded.

"Yes, but don't tell him I said that." You blushed. It was a messy game of truth or dare. The four of you were too drunk to perform any proper dares, which resulted in the majority of you choosing truth.

"Kenan, truth or dare?" You asked. It was your turn and you only asked him since it became obvious that you were ignoring him.

"Dare." He said.

"Okay, I dare you to make out with Maria for one minute."

Kenan grinned, but did not hesitate to scoot closer to Maria who sat next to him on the sofa. The two of them shared seductive glances before leaning in and engaging in the sloppiest make out session you've ever seen.

"My turn." Kenan wiped his mouth with a swipe of his tongue. "Gio, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Which girl in our friend group would you rather spend a night with?"

"Maria. My turn. Kenan, same question, which girl in our friend group would you rather spend a night with?"

"You guys are so annoying." Maria sighed, although you couldn't help but to notice the soft shade of pink that had blossomed on her cheeks. It might have been the aftermath of her make out session with Kenan, however, you noticed how she and Gio would throw glances at each other when they thought that no one was looking.

"Y/N."

"Huh?" You turned your head, noticing how all eyes were on you now, how Gio and Maria were holding back their giggles. "What's so funny?" They refused to answer you, drunk fucks. However, that's when you felt a hand on your thigh, with Kenan leaning in to whisper in your ear. "They're made for each other, don't you think? Almost like true love."

"What do you know about true love?" You shrugged his hand away.

Kenan's expression faltered. "You're still angry with me."

"Hah!" You laughed, but did not intend to sound as cruel as you did. "Try humiliated."

"Y/N, what happened during our…"

"Save it Kenan, I'm over it."

"You don't seem over it."

You turned to him, surprised by the way his eyes glowed beneath the dimmed lights of Gio's living room. "If there's anything I can do or say to make you forgive me...."

"You can't and there isn't."

His shoulders withered. "I never meant to hurt your feelings. I just....I get so tired after training. Sometimes I just can't help but run my mouth because I am so exhausted."

If this was Kenan's attempt to make you feel sorry for him you weren't buying it. Although it did strike your heart earlier, when Gio had gone to pick Kenan up at his house, revealing that he was missing a lot of days at school due to his commitments to Juventus. It was clear that Kenan lived a life different from all of yours. But surely he will go on to do great things in the future.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" You had tuned out of the conversation for a second. But apparently a second was enough for Gio and Maria to have snuck upstairs, leaving you and Kenan behind. He stared at you with big eyes, the alcohol on his breath strong but sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

"What?" You snorted, however, Kenan had already closed his eyes, leaning into you, his lips pressing against the corner of your mouth.

You flinched. And as your hand went to push his weight off of you, the kiss deepend, Kenan's tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. It was granted as you gasped for air, his hand snaking behind your neck, railing you back in to kiss him again. It was unexpected, how good it felt. How a drunk kiss could be laced with so much passion, persuading you to make a series of bad decisions.

"Let's go upstairs, I brought condoms." Kenan traced his lips at the edge of your jaw, nipping at the skin. 

"Okay." You whispered, however, your need for him became urgent, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him down to lay on top of you. Kenan's mouth moving down your neck tickled like feathers. His hands found their way underneath your shirt, stopping to cup the swell of your bra. But in a moment of indecision, like a child in the buffet line, his hand slipped down your tummy, to your thighs.

"What?" You giggled, seeing as he stopped to stare at you, eyes foggy from the alcohol.

"I don't want you to regret this."

"What is there to regret?"

"I'm serious Y/N, I want you to want this. I want you to want…me."

Your eyes widened. "Kenan." Your brain was clouded from the alcohol but not smashed enough for you not to recognize the change in his voice. Your hands went to this face. "I want this." You nodded. "I want you."

It was all the reassurance he seemed to need. Kenan leaned into kiss you and the tenderness of the kiss flared a swarm of butterflies to invade your stomach. He squeezed your thighs not minding the size of them. He was almost obsessed, eager to strip you of your skinny jeans. He did so promptly and you helped by raising your hips. However, you were not as comfortable during the next phase. The liquid courage in your veins ceased to flow once the realization hit that you were about to see Kenan naked for the first time and he you.

"You, okay?" He asked, noticing how your hands weren't running down his body anymore.

"Kenan I…?" 

A fear sprung his eyes, A fear that you may have come to the conclusion that this was a mistake.

"I'm not as confident about my body as people think." You said.

"Your body?" He frowned, and shamelessly stared at what lay beneath him. 

"Yes, my body." You sighed. "You said so yourself, I'm not skinny and guys like you like skinny girls without belly pouches and what not. "

"Guys' like me?" Kenan repeated, and if he was planning on playing dumb, you were grabbing your things and heading out the door. "Y/N, I don't know who's made up such lies about me, or if it's just you who likes to have a guy repeat how fucking sexy you are?"

"Pardon?" It felt like being hit by a brick. A brick that snapped you out of any cloudiness you previously felt.

Kenan smiled and broadly so. "I meant it the first time I said it, I like you Y/N, all of you."

It was as if a vail unraveled before you, revealing the beauty that was Kenan. His smile, his dimples, the cocky way that he arched his splintered brow, it was all offered to you, all you had to do was accept. A few minutes later you were going at it again, tongue deep, your bodies grinding against each other as if you were trying to start a fire. It was the wildest thing that you had ever done, to ride someone on a living room couch, not holding back on the moans, a pure reflection on how good it felt to have Kenan inside of you. He was merciless, shameless even. And after the first round he had you spread your legs while he went down on you for twenty minutes, refusing to let back to back oragsms stop him from making you squirm. You would certainly regret it in the morning and the near future, but for now you let yourself go under.

Part 1 Part 2

[indigos-stardust]

Violet and Blue Bruises: Catfight

part 1 / part 2/ part 3/ part 4

Expectation:

(used a base found online made by AlexBaxtheDarkness on DeviantArt)

Reality:

Click for higher quality^^ Reblogs appreciated <3

The Tea:

The second that the two made contact, any hope of a somewhat peaceful resolution was lost. Blue immediately tackled Vio.

It was no duel. There's only nasty scraps, pushing, hard hits, and a pathetic scramble for leverage over the other, each barely managing to shift the tides before the other makes another move.

The bruises blossom, painting their skin with every forceful hit against furniture, floor, and bone. Fingers dig into soft skin, deep and piercing. Not as piercing as their f*cking screeching though. Shadow's been a bit bored recently just, sitting there being a shadow, so this? This is glorious.

He isn't quite rooting for Blue even though he still sees Vio as the traitor he is (okay, he understands why Vio betrayed him but still!! it hurt a lot okay?!), but honestly? He was gonna reevaluate all his feelings, because this? This was beautiful.

Sure, the losers spent several minutes practically rolling around like pigs trying to get any easy marks they could, but the second Blue got the upper ground (literally, Blue took a lot better care of himself than Vio and his strength definitely showed it, with how he was able to pin Vio down despite Vio's erratic squirming and clawing) - Oh man, Vio seemed trapped. How nice.

Blah blah blah, " What pissed you?!" blah blah blah garbage from Vio about, "Just giving what's due you dull headed-" and more blah blah blah something about, "YOU"RE SUCH A GREEDY COWARD, you aren't and never were there when we needed you!"

Honestly, where was the real drama? No ironic wordplays?

Blue clearly wanted to get this situation under control. So, he decided to very calmly and reasonably inquire, "WHAT 'S YOUR DAMN PROBLEM YOU STUPID *SS PIECE OF NERD?"

Honestly, Shadow hadn't ever known Blue could be so eloquent! It would be upsetting though if the fight ended this early, so for the first time he offered a small prayer to Hylia. Perhaps she could influence and spur on her pathetic little light worlders to keep the scrap going? And oh did she answer his prayers-

Like poetry in motion, Vio practically pierced Blue's shoulder with a fierce and rapid bite. A perfect twist of the head, just the perfect amount of force- and at the most perfect spot to induce the most pain without any real injury! Shadow had taught him that... He remembered.

F*ck Blue, Vio might suck but this was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen!

Of course, now they were both standing again! And in a new bigger territory! THE LIVING ROOM!!! Shadow hadn't been this thrilled since he died!!

A whirling heavy book smashing against Vio's skull followed a war cry of, "MAYBE THIS"LL TEACH YOU A LESSON ON HOW TO NOT BE A TOTAL D*CK!??" Pure poetry, if Shadow had a mortal form, he'd be wiping tears! Though he doesn't know if it be from laughter or pure joy!

OOH PERFECT THEY SMASHED RED'S NEW MUG? Ohohoho more dangers on the battlefield~~~(not to mention it could spur on another fight for whose fault it was later! this was like what? Red's third "new favorite best mug!" because all his favorite mugs always break?)

Shadow was just enjoying the show, excited for the grand finale- Someone was going to throw a chair!! He had to see how this would end-

The front door slams open. Green busts in, eyes panicked, face flushed. Red anxiously trying to look inside behind the frozen Green.

They freeze.

Oh.

Oh no.

lmso I might make part 4 later today or tomorrow lol

[apomaro-mellow]

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human and Steve is seething in jealousy; established relationship

It began as a day like any other. Eddie got up, made himself some pop tarts, left the trailer for some business, picked up his boyfriend, and drove the two of them back for some alone time. Today alone time meant playing Uno with the tv in the background and realizing the rules in Steve’s home were very different from his.

“You can’t double drop, baby”, Eddie said.

“We’re playing colors and I have two blues. It’s fair play.”

“Lovely, I’m calling bullshit.”

Steve grinned. “Different game, Eddie.”

“You ass, you know what I meant-”

Both of their heads turned when they heard something knocking around in Eddie’s room. Steve got to his feet first, Eddie just a second after, but Eddie was the one to move to his room first. Eddie patted himself for his switchblade, finding it in his back pocket. He kept his hand there as he slowly opened the door. And he was face to face with a man. A complete and total stranger.

"Um, hi, who are you and what're you doing in my room?"

Steve was right behind him and his eyes narrowed. They didn’t look involved with the goverment, standing around in red plaid. But they could be undercover. Or a random person who still had it out for Eddie after the accusations were cleared. 

"Eddie I think you mean 'Hi, who the hell are you and you better have a warrant", Steve said while sneakily reaching for an umbrella propped up by the door.

“I’m, oh wow, I can talk, haha”, he smiled, as if surprised by himself.

“Yeah, mind usin’ that voice to tell us who you are? Before things get ugly?” Eddie took out the blade, hoping this person understood they were serious.

“You don’t recognize me? I guess I got a different look now. I was just minding my own business, sittin’ up here”, he put a hand to Eddie’s wall where normally his guitar was. “Then all of a sudden, I’m like this.”

Eddie looked to the empty space on the wall, then to the man, then to his wall, then to his red shirt. He tilted his head. This was insane.

“Sweetheart?”

“That’s what you call me”, the stranger said at the same time as Steve whipping his head towards Eddie.

“Eddie, what the hell?”

“Not like that!”, Eddie quickly amended, realizing how it looked. “Steve...I think this might be my guitar.”

“Now I’m calling bullshit.”

“Tell me something only my instrument would know”, Eddie demanded of the stranger.

“When you first bought me, you were so excited, you begged the owner to let you plug me in and started shredding right there in the store. And then you dropped the pick in me and started to cry.”

Eddie’s red face was the only confirmation that Steve needed to know it was true. But that didn’t explain why this was happening.

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Eddie was pacing back and forth while Steve was dialing the number for the Byers. This being Upside Down related was farfetched but they had to start with what they knew. It started to ring and with a sigh, Eddie sat down on the couch, waiting for Steve to explain to El and hopefully get some answers.

The moment he got comfortable on the couch Sweetheart plopped right down onto his lap like he belonged there.

“What the shit?!”, Steve demanded just as Jonathan answered the phone. He hung up without an explanation and glared at the two men on the couch.

“I am JUST as confused as you are”, Eddie said, holding his hands up so they were clearly visible.

“This is where I always sit”, Sweetheart shrugged, not seeing the issue.

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About two hours later, Eddie was dialing Dustin with the intensity of a man scared for his life. He honestly hadn’t felt this afraid since he was the target of a manhunt.

“What’s up?”, Dustin answered.

“What do you call a catfight between two dudes?”

“Uh, pretty sure that’s just a fight.”

“Okaaay, how do you stop a fight between two dudes?”

“What are they fighting about?”, Dustin asked.

“Me.”

“Is this like when some guy called you a murderer and Steve got in a fight at the movie theater?”

“Uh, not...quite...the same?”

“Either way, whenever testosterone levels are high, you need to diffuse the situation. Typically by removing whatever the fight is about.”

“Diffuse, right. Okay. Thanks.” 

Eddie hung up and looked to the two men in his living room. Steve looked like he was trying to kill Sweetheart with his eyes and Sweetheart looked like he was laying down a challenge. Eddie did the opposite of what his instincts were telling him to do and got between them, facing Steve.

He reached out and cradled his face. “Baby, angel, dollface-”

“Don’t sweet-talk me now”, Steve pouted.

Eddie leaned right in to kiss those pouty lips. “You know you’re my favorite, right?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You can say that with your Sweetheart right there?”, he challenged, giving the other man a look.

Eddie released a breath and then moved away from Steve. He went over to Sweetheart and whispered something in his ear which was not helping the rolling thunder of jealousy right now. But then Sweetheart sauntered over to Steve and began whispering to him.

All the things he saw while being a fly on the wall in Eddie’s room. All the things he had heard. Half finished songs, long running rants, attempts at poetry, even the mornings when Eddie had awakened from a very R-rated dream.

Eddie was watching, hand up to his mouth, not quite biting his nails but getting dangerously close. Steve’s expression was neutral as he moved towards his boyfriend and grabbed his hand.

“I really am your favorite?”

“I love you both”, Eddie said. “But Sweetheart is one of the vessels through which my loves for you flows.”

The evening went much more smoothly after that and by morning, Sweetheart was back to being a guitar by no involvement of their own. Eddie was propped against the headboard of his bed, Steve in his lap and Sweetheart spread across him as Eddie positioned his hands.

“Like this, baby”, he said as he coached him through some simple strumming, kissing Steve’s shoulder when he got it.

“You know what I just realized?”

“What?”, Eddie asked.

“When you really love something, like put so much of yourself into it, it can feel it. Even if it’s not human.” Steve’s fingers brushed across the strings as he spoke.

Eddie smiled against his neck. “And can you feel it?”

“Yeah.”

[leftneb]

so uh . those last few laps were something huh,

okay WHAT the actual FUCK was that race. jesus christ

not even a podium for Red Bull at their home race

complete carnage at the very end with both potential race winners out of the top 3 (Lando out of the RACE)

thinking about how everyone kept going on about lando being the only driver to score points at every gp this year. absolutely jinxed it there this was only a matter of time

honestly I'm trying my best to be happy for george. as much as luck played a huge part in his (2nd ever!!!) win he was there to make the most of it, toto will be pleased

as for ferrari

charles on practically negative luck for the entire weekend

not even in the points by the end

oscar, appearantly seeing red in the first lap, got the wrong ferrari. murdered his own FATHER before the race could even start

p sure carlos ran his front wing over in a very similar fashion in miami, so he got revenge on fred vasseur ig?

dunno if charles totaled 3 or 4 pit stops (wasn't exactly paying attention to his race at the end ngl) but that was. interesting

mclaren getting completely fucked by track limits two days in a row

and

carcar podium??

oscar gaining his rightful spot in p2

a win for a 4th constructor this year!!! more of that please

absolute catfight from lando and max, honestly not surprised the race got exponentially more interesting towards the end there, seems to be the format at this point

and that's not to mention things like

haas bickering

alpine civil war (regularly sceduled programming)

the wrong aston martin ramming into zhou

no lestappen podium with both of them in COMPLETELY unexpected places at the end

both haas cars in the points??

george, carlos and oscar just laughing at the race replay in the cooldown room sums it up pretty much. cool fight. exciting developments. what the actual fuck.

I rate this a solid 8 nervous breakdowns out of 10

[justenjoythegossip]

TEAM BLOGS HARD AT WORK ON KEEPING US BUSY & DISTRACTED UNTIL THE NEXT STUNT

Team PR & Team Real blogs: two sides of the same coin

I have mentioned many times how “Team” Blogs are 2 sides of the same coin, using the same tactics (trolling, manipulating, gaslighting…) in the very same manner (rudeness, insulting tone, arrogance and self-entitlement…), pursuing the same objectives (selling narratives, polarizing the fandom as they instigate anger and division) but sometimes using opposing strategies (truths or half-truths mixed with lies, lies to debunk a visible lie to discredit oneself and give legitimacy to the original lie…). Both sides also appear totally unhinged and keep crossing the lines, showing how little integrity, morals or ethics they have… 

They are also both selling the narrative that Chris’ fans are “total psychos” very well. A little too well by the way… to the point it has appeared clearer and clearer that their behavior looks just as staged and manufactured as the rest of the shitshow that Chris & Abba are shoving down our throats. 

Their latest meltdown and all-out war after the Lisbon pics

I am not going into the details of the latest catfight between the rival enemy clans, that includes stalking, insulting and allegedly doxxing. It would be absolutely horrifying if it was not so clearly staged. And badly manufactured at that, I should add. Their soap-opera drama looks not only unrealistic and over-the-top but also totally ridiculous and pathetic. But how practical indeed because it would be so much harder for any side to fight all on their own so kudos to them for trying to keep the polarization very much alive. 

How entertaining is their little soap-opera? 

Well, not very. But since, their goal is to distract from the truth and to keep people busy and engaged until Chris and Abba resume their little shenanigans, it doesn’t really matter. And I guess it’s on par with the quality of the rest of the PR games anyway. It has become so boring, so tedious, so repetitive, so desperate and so humiliating for everyone involved.  

[iamapoopmuffin]

The only time I've ever gotten the cutscene of Lae'zel and Shadowheart arguing about the relic followed by Shadowheart trying to kill Lae'zel has been immediately after Lae'zel tried to proposition Shadowheart's lover for sex in front of her. Quite a ways into the journey, long after the relic was brought up and made relevant.

Lae'zel wasn't fond of the player before that, so it was quite a shock. Not sure how my approval shot up so fast, but it more gave the vibe that she was doing it mostly to anger Shadowheart.

Which then gave the fight a vibe of 'I'm using this as an excuse to fight with you but really I want to pick a catfight over the camp's hottest Gith' which is such a stupid funny thought, just total camp discord because my Gith cleric is too sexy for this world.

[fantasychickfights]

[envy-stims]

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“I too love a good catfight. Except with real cats, with tiny gloves.”

harold [total drama] stimboard for anon with candy / saturated themes cause i thought it would be fun

[cipheramnesia]

My cat Loiosh really wants to be the most helpful at in the house, in ways that literally no one wants him to be. My wife is giving her cat Impurrator Furryosa eardrops, which neither of them enjoy, and the sounds of Cat In Distress summon Loiosh into action, bounding to the rescue and trying to tackle my wife's hand with total disregard for his own safety.

However Furryosa also dislikes Loiosh about the same as eardrops, so rather than an heroic rescue, Loiosh started a giant catfight on my wife's hands, and nobody liked that. Large dog behavior.

[footemoji]

hai hai more queztionz :3 !! actually not really a queztion but can you juzt. Infodump. Over whatever you wantttttt

oo thats a good one uhm. lemme think.

i really like the 70s space age aesthetic, like this stuff:

im actually planning to make something using this kind of retro-futurism aesthetic just because i find it sooo coool🤯

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also planning on making a total drama x basic horror movie au, not like island of the slaughtered or anything, just like throwing like 10 td characters into some basic 90s horror movie plotline because i loveee that shit

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i also got tomodachi life on my laptop so now im making an island full of td characters we’ll see how it goes, so far my mii and alejandro are getting into catfights and duncan knows how to read

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doing oc stuff as well lately but i will leave that to my oc blog🎀

[allamericansbitch]

It happens to me that I see X or Tumblr or Tik Tok, and almost everyone has the need to compare any young artist with Madonna, Taylor Swift or Beyonce, not allowing them to create their own paths, they have to walk through the same steps as them, for example , Olivia or Sabrina have to walk in Taylor's footsteps but Taylor's footsteps are not exact because if they are not hanging on to her but if they are going on a different path than Taylor, they are blamed for wanting to overshadow her, so to speak. not finding another word to describe it. And it is not an issue of the artists, it is an issue of their fandom itself. It is not Taylor's or Beyonce's or Britney's fault that they are taken as references and it is not their fault that their fans do not give free rein to new artists and it only happens with women, it is not something that happens with men. But what do you think?

i completely agree. like you said, it's not the artist's fault, it's the fandoms and swifties specifically have a huge issue with internalized misogyny and not letting other female artists exist outside the taylor swift bubble. the whole made up feud with taylor and olivia fully exists in the heads and imaginations of swifties who are just mad that olivia doesn't speak publicly about her anymore, so that must mean she hates her and there's a catfight between them. and the hypocrisy of another female artist doing something that might be similar to what taylor did in the past, if they love taylor it's an homage but if they haven't publicly raved about her then they're copying her. also swifties tend to forget taylor followed plenty of other female artists footsteps... she didnt invent the wheel and be totally original her entire career.