#cattier

[postcard-from-the-past]

"President Cattier" ship on a vintage postcard

[cyanityy]

Bully sketch dump 3 + crops

I'm flying out so since I can't take my tablet with me I'm releasing all my captive sketches into the wild *magic hand gesturing*

(Thanks to @/bidisaster-peanut-romano for instigating Tad & Parker besties hc with me. I sob every time)

[throathole]

Calling bears “hypermasculine” is so funny to me like girl have you ever met a bear….

[cringefail-clown]

working on another short comic bc i have no chill honestly, so heres a lil sneak peak of jake! tb!battleship crew lives rent free in my head at the moment im so sorry

[suispiria]

alicent spends 15 years being absolutely rotten to rhaenyra taking out all her misplaced anger on her but somehow rhaenyra is still the LESTAT in this equation….. you ppl make me DIZZY

[crabanarchy]

im fully going to the club dressed as a clown tomorrow and im worried that the bouncer who hates me is going to produce an insult so devastating that i die on the spot

[erotetica]

how specific a prompt do you want because my dog just had SUCH a tantrum at me while I was trying to give him a bath and I was thinking about how funny it would be if he was as big as he thinks he is, which is approximately werewolf-sized. And then I was just imagining a werewolf in the bath pouting. That's it that's my prompt

@raedear this was so fucking funny. Ty. the primary ref was a lion in a wheelbarrow

[dnangelic]

dark Sulks but daisuke Mopes. it's important that one sounds sassier than the other

[geraskier]

shiv is a lil too lame for astarion, he's nice often enough (a la red jennies from dragon age) that astarion is still neutral towards him. meanwhile i have high approval from lae'zel bc i'm smart and haven't dared take her anywhere near omeluum.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

wAIT BUT THAT MEANS

THE OTHER FIRST GUARDIAN IS---

OH FOR * FUCKS SAKE* OF *COURSE* ITS THE LITERAL GOD DOG

all memes aside tho, i haven gotten to watch this live yet so i can't give a full opinion but hOLY SHIT IT SOUNDS AMAZING. 10/10 EVERYTHING DANA & OWL CREW.

[marmalade-mir]

mira HI (it's ferver but from somewhere else ^_^) i see you've become sucked down the succession rabbithole as well... i believe it's a bit of a contagious disease that i too have caught and the subsection of qblr going mad with the succession craze is both astonishing and beautiful to me <3 do you happen to have a favorite part/character/arc/anything from the show 🎤

hi fervererrr i wanna know ur succession opinons too 😊 <333 okay so i’m still on season 2 but i have been spoiled and spoiled myself many many many times. my faves rn are shiv & roman…. i am sorry kendall kenny ken ken i love u too but unfortunately i have a case of youngest sibling syndrome :/ and yeah. it’s fatal :///

what got me hooked was the dog motif please talk to me about dog motifs. i think i would consume anything with a dog motif…. or be consumed by it yk 💕 i’ve been lured by it in the past and i will Continue to be lured by it forever and for eternity. anyone up listening to fetch the bolt cutters and newspaper rn ??

[pacifymebby]

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[adelindschade]

I got an update e-mail my work is going to do training sessions. Not one but throughout the week until they are up and running post-renovations. 

I mean - I have to be there beyond just the ONE session? What else do we need to go over besides the menu change and some fancy fucking napkin fold? 

It’s too soon! Two weeks and I have to go back to those assholes in management and catty coworkers I blocked on social media. I want my peace of mind back! I want my evenings back! It’s being taken away too soon. 

[husband-steve-cortez]

Alim gender thoughts puts me back into "does he stay as Warden-Commander and Arl of Amaranthine" thoughts because I can't decide whether or not it would start to feel more like another prison rather than granting him the freedom he thought it might.

[apt502-if]

Upon replaying, I noticed Mason is different, from band to artist. Different vibe. Cattier and more mocking. not that I mind, I dig that in fact but that makes me wonder - was that on purpose lol, are they going to feel like a different character with each job the entire book or will M's merge at some point (into one asshole, lol)?

I should say it's semi-purposeful because I take the job into consideration :>

eg. like M could be sentimental or emotional as a songwriter/artist compared to a news anchor. Or M isn't going to yell profanities at MC across a classroom full of children but they could curse them out behind the bar during a busy shift The Bear style :p

[solarmorrigan]

I have a lot of thoughts about Steve who craves physical affection, who thinks of his worth in terms of what he can do for other people, and who got very drunk at high school parties. This is one of them

CW for heavily implied past dubcon (not between Eddie and Steve). Please take care

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Eddie has never seen Steve drunk.

At least – not up close. There had been a few high school parties back in the day where Eddie had passed by the “Keg Stand King,” but since he’s come to know Steve personally (intimately), Steve has barely touched alcohol.

He’s told Eddie the story of being drugged against his will and how he doesn’t want to repeat the feeling of losing control, and how he doesn’t like not being able to drive if he needs to, and how the hangover would probably just trigger a migraine anyway – and, really, he just doesn’t drink much anymore.

Yet tonight had been a special occasion: Robin’s birthday. She herself isn’t much for alcohol (for at least some reasons that match up with Steve’s), but drinking, she said, feels like a part of the birthday experience. She’d somehow gotten Steve to match her beer for beer, for “emotional support,” and it hadn’t taken long for the both of them to become entirely inebriated.

Time has apparently greatly eroded Steve’s tolerance.

Eddie had distantly expected him to be kind of a bitchy drunk—and he had become a bit cattier, for sure—but mostly he’d just become affectionate. There had been hugs for nearly everyone, and he’d spent the latter half of the party slowly migrating into Eddie’s lap, plying him with constant kisses on the cheek and giggling ridiculously at nearly everything Eddie had said.

It had been sort of adorable (not that Eddie will tell him that; no, he’s going to sit on that information until it benefits him).

It’s a little less fun now that he’s trying to cart Steve up to his room and into bed. Steve is a bit wobbly, and a lot heavy, and is much more interested in trying to cling to Eddie like a koala and bury his face in Eddie’s neck than he is in actually walking anywhere.

“Y’know, we could cuddle to your heart’s content if you’d just let me get you to bed,” Eddie points out when he and Steve have stalled out partway down the hall, leaning against the closed door to the bathroom.

Steve hums vaguely, tightening the grip he has on Eddie’s t-shirt. “But you’re out here,” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

A shiver travels down Eddie’s spine at the feeling of Steve’s warm breath ghosting across his throat, but it doesn’t go much further than a gentle, dying flutter in his gut. As affectionate as Steve has been, as hungry for contact as he’s acted all night, there’s been nothing sexual about it. It’s been all hugs and sweet kisses, not heated embraces and sloppy make outs.

Besides– Steve’s drunk. Eddie’s not going to take advantage.

He wedges a hand between himself and Steve and gently pushes Steve back.

“I’m coming to bed with you, you colossal dork,” Eddie says.

Steve blinks at Eddie, slightly unfocused. “Oh.” He finally heaves up and away from the wall, grabbing Eddie’s hand to tug him along as he weaves unsteadily down the hall. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, all affection. “Where else would I be going?”

Steve stops when they get to his room, apparently pondering the answer.

“Away?” he finally volunteers, half-questioning, as if he’s hoping he’s wrong.

“No, baby,” Eddie assures him immediately, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “I’m staying. Gotta make sure you don’t choke on your tongue after you pass out, anyway.”

“’m not that drunk,” Steve says; he rolls his eyes and then immediately seems to regret it, reaching out for Eddie’s shoulder to steady himself.

“Uh huh,” Eddie drawls. “Okay, time for bed, big boy.”

Grumbling, Steve releases Eddie to shuffle over to the bed, where he flops down on his back with a sigh, jeans and all.

“Alright, not exactly what I meant, but I can work with this,” Eddie says, kneeling on the bed by Steve’s hip.

They’d managed to ditch their shoes in the entryway, but they’re otherwise fully dressed, and Steve is going to be uncomfortable if he tries to spend the whole night in his belt and jeans.

Steve squirms a bit when Eddie reaches for his belt buckle, as if he’s not quite sure whether to move away or not.

“Eddie…” he groans – an exasperated sort of groan, rather than the usual way he groans Eddie’s name when he’s squirming on the bed.

“Just hold still,” Eddie shushes him with a quick pat to the hip.

He gets as far as pulling the tongue of the belt through the buckle before Steve’s hands shoot out and grab Eddie by the wrists. His grip is surprisingly strong, considering how uncoordinated he’d been tonight, and Eddie stills immediately.

“Steve?” Eddie looks up to see Steve staring down at him, wide-eyed and apprehensive; hell, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he might say Steve looks… sort of frightened.

“Not– not tonight,” Steve says, enunciating carefully, and Eddie’s confusion only increases.

He doesn’t want his belt off tonight? Is that what he’s worked up about?

In the wake of Eddie’s baffled lack of response, Steve only grows more insistent, tugging Eddie’s hands away from his waist.

“Not while I’m–” Steve breaks off, licking his lips nervously. He shakes his head and adds quietly, “Please.”

Brows furrowed, Eddie stares at Steve a second longer. “Not while you’re…?” Then the penny drops, and Eddie jerks away from Steve so quickly that Steve barely has time to let go. “Oh shit, no. That’s not– no, I’m not– Steve, fuck, no, that’s not what I’m doing.”

Steve stares up at Eddie, the anxiety he’s a little too drunk to mask still lingering in his eyes.

“I promise, I was only trying to get your belt and pants off so you’d be more comfortable. For sleeping!” Eddie says quickly. “But you can keep them on if you want. Hell, put on more layers. Do you want a jacket?”

Distantly, Eddie realizes he’s rambling and tries to stop; it doesn’t seem to be helping.

“I– I know I was kissing you,” Steve says, then glances away with a grimace, seeming a bit more sober now. “Practically throwing myself at you. ’m sorry, I just–”

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be,” Eddie says firmly. “Even if you were throwing yourself at me—even though you weren’t; like, I can tell the difference between cuddly you and horny you, okay?—but even if you had been, you can still say no. You can always say no. But I swear, Steve, I was only trying to get you comfy, that’s all.”

For a moment, Steve just breathes, processing Eddie’s words as carefully as his sloshed brain will allow.

“Are you still going to stay?” he finally asks. “Even though I don’t want to have sex?”

“Of course,” Eddie blurts, some dizzying combination of baffled, anxious, and incensed. “I’m only gonna leave if you tell me to.”

And even then, he’d only go as far as the couch downstairs (just in case).

Slowly, Steve nods, then reaches for his belt to pull it off in a series of determined, clumsy movements. He drops it on the floor when he’s done but makes no move to remove his jeans.

Eddie, following suit, resigns himself to an uncomfortable night. He strips off his jewelry and his own belt but leaves his pants on.

All the lights go out, save for a small, dim lamp on Steve’s desk, and then Eddie crawls on top of the covers with Steve, pulling the blanket from the end of the bed—a gift from Claudia—up over both of them.

A little of the churning, anxious mess in Eddie’s chest eases when Steve immediately plasters himself to his side, resting his head on Eddie’s chest (and Eddie just knows there’s going to be drool there come morning, but he can’t bear to move him). All the same, even as he hears Steve’s breathing even out into sleep, Eddie can’t get his mind to rest.

What has he done to give Steve the impression that he’d try to fuck him when he’s too drunk to really say yes? What has he done to make him think he’d leave if Steve doesn’t put out?

Nothing.

Genuinely and truly, Eddie can’t think of anything. There have been plenty of times they’ve hung out, even shared a bed, and they haven’t had sex. Sure, they’re active, but they do actually do other things together.

There have been other nights where sex has seemed like a sure thing, only to be halted by an apologetic look from Steve and the start of a migraine. There have been times Eddie’s called it off because his anxiety has reared up and bit him in the ass. There’s never been anger over it.

That leaves two options: it’s either an imagined scenario stirred up by anxiety and insecurity and alcohol, or… it’s based on a different experience, in a different time and place.

All things considered, Eddie has a terrible, sinking feeling that he knows which one it is.