#jealousy sucks

[c0cktail-dumbass]

Working so hard to make entertaining posts when some people get really famous over just shitposting and I dont makes me literally want to gut myself

[princess-bevvie]

Me when I check their Spotify and see a playlist for Him.

Then see the song she compared to me.

[perfectly-uncapable]

i love you it'll pass i love you it'll pass i love you it'll pass

[ayooooot-blog]

r.i.p takeoff 🚀

[earlgodwin]

THE BORGIA SIBLINGS + descriptions by their portrayers "I will not have this family at war with itself."

[grandwretch]

believe it or not I don't believe that Joe Keery is a terrible awful homophobe bc someone w a tiktok account said he was 9 years ago w absolutely no proof. and no, not believing everything a random lesbian online tells you doesn't make you lesbophobic. I'm a lesbian. I will write you a note.

[ludinusdaleth]

the fact liliana is the vessel of predathos and not ludinus, and he bears no ill will toward her and in fact seems to revere her for it, is yet another sign he wasnt lying when he said he finds power to very simply be a tool, & detests it. i assume he now needs power tangibly as an addiction due to the harness and to survive long enough to see his goals through, and he has a subconscious need for his goals to go exactly as he plans, but he has never once in all the campaigns wanted to really be the Man. he's doing what he does because he feels he needs to. liliana is sacrificing, as he is.

[purple--queen]

i think some people just hate She-Hulk: Attorney at law because they are jealous. They are jealous because Jen fucked Matt.

[cthulhusstepmom]

Soapghost Dancing au:

So I saw this right and it's probably because amazing dancers just have incredible chemistry but it got me thinking.

(in my head Ghost is leading but it's up to your interpretation)

141 is a dance company, they have a few different styles :

Soap-swing, hip-hop, contemporary, doesn't have the patience or the timing for ballroom

Ghost-mainly ballroom, used to do swing but we'll get into that later

Gaz - swing, ballroom, contemporary, hip-hop, ballet, pretty much everything

Roach- ballroom, hip-hop, ballet, has tried others but only really likes dancing other styles with Soap and Gaz for fun

Price- ballroom, and Latin, has dabbled in almost everything but he prefers ballroom

Laswell- West Coast swing, you wouldn't think it but she is incredible she took home a championship title during an improv swing competition when she pulled her wife as a partner.

Nikolai- Nik dances ballroom, latin(only with Price), and Ballet, he was classically trained in St. Petersburg

Alejandro and Rudy- world titled Latin dancers(of course) but they also do ballroom and Alejandro does ballet while Rudy does contemporary, they both do swing as well when they need names on the ballot.

So: what if they're at an improv swing competition and Gaz goes down(Nik dropped him(that helicopter scene will haunt them in every universe)). In order to place in sweepstakes they need a full ballot and both Alejandro and Rudy(their usual backups) are already entered. Ghost is there for moral support and to make sure everyone gets filmed so they can look over it later, Soap is so so close to titling and he won't be able to if the team isn't complete(ik that's not how that works but for the plot). Ghost doesn't do swing anymore, not since an old partner in an old studio sabotaged him and almost ruined his career. But he can't say no to Soap, never could. So he puts his name in.

And as fate would have it.....

Out of a random draw of a hundred people Soap and Ghost get each other.

And this(the video) ensues, or something similar. And Ghost falls in love with swing again.

And maybe something else too...

[unfortunate17]

If I wrote a Friends with Benefits AU, would you all want it to be set during Hillerska or with aged up Wilmon?

[cannibalistic-suggestions]

If I could pluck out your eyes to collect in a basket like fresh berries, I would. If only you had several that grew back to be replaced, after I mashed and crushed up the old ones into jam for my toast or just bit into your corneas like grapes with seeds to spit out.

Stop looking at them. Look only at ME! ME! ME! ME!

What do I have to do to finally catch your eye? Do you want to kiss up the scars when I slit open my wrists, so you can feel superficial accomplishment? I would let you drink the wine in my veins if you had higher tolerance for it.

Why can't you shower me with the affection you once did? I was a dying houseplant and your love revived me, but its gone from daily to only seeing you if I'm lucky to get a hold of you, otherwise you'd be fine leaving me to rot, surely. Did I wear your patience thin? Botanicals like me take time to bloom, too much for your liking it seems. You got tired, or you realized what you were getting yourself into and chickened out.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so fucking needy. I need your voice, as sweet as agave, to whisper what I want to hear, I need your body in the way we handled the fervor of the spring, wet as the rain. I crumble into decolored nothingness more and more when you ignore me, for those who are "better" than me, the ones that'll actually better you, in comparison to what you had with me.

I would strangle you to hear the calming low buzz of you choking on your own blood, begging for mercy and finally bringing yourself to admit you love me, you love me and I'm your favorite and your one and only forever and ever.

You realized you ingested a poison with no easy antidote. I think you only keep me around to see how you can get out; don't you have guilt about tossing out a reminder of your own failure? I'm sorry I'm this way, I never asked for the germination of my miserable existence in the first place. I don't know what to do if I'm not the prized heirloom of your garden, I'll rip my own petals off and shove them down your throat if you might at least get a taste of my wrath and like it. I wilt more and more the seconds your attention isn't on me.

Wasn't there a bountiful harvest on both ends? Shared bites of forbidden fruit; you're damned along with me and I hate to see you trying to escape it. Don't you want us to drown together? You still fake some semblance of tolerance, maybe out of pity. It's all performative: oh, but at least you're still cute sometimes, when you're everything but yourself.

How about I bake you to finally get the good parts of you that I missed? You're like poison ivy to me in how you irritate me, but at the same time I can't get enough, it's even more maddening to be without that feeling that makes me want to scratch my skin off. You're not allowed to spread, I want to be the sole victim of your infestation. Don't fucking go to those other people. They don't deserve you.

I'll make sure your very essence becomes part of my blood if I have to, to make you stay with me forever and never fucking leave.

[chocolate-eye-candy]

Sometimes nm is hard

[orcelito]

I'm on ep5 of LOK and remembering why I have never gotten past the first season of this show. The love triangle shit is driving me INSANE in the worst of ways. It feels like fucking high school drama.

I will stick it out... because I have heard the show gets better... and also the promise of endgame Korra and Asami.... I will stick it out this time....!!!!

But God. It's so annoying 😭😭😭😭

[sarah-cam]

hot take eddie actually sucks

[doveotion]

seeking out a homoerotic friendship this year that will make me question my no dating policy

[sawyerconfort]

How do you think the Rockford peaches would react to being jealous?

(This is dedicated to the anon who asked for jealous Greta Gill also, so enjoy!)

This is Rockford Peaches (+ Max) being jealous...

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Ask me or comment on one of my last posts!

Being Jealous With The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She had seen you. Carson had seen the exact moment that man came to greet you in the stands and held you for a long time, causing you to stop paying attention to your girlfriend's game.

When he finally gave you a break, you watched her with intent eyes on the bleachers, baseball bat in hand and a straight face. People who didn't know her and didn't know about you could well imagine that she would be focusing on the hit, but you knew that wasn't it.

However, you didn't return to the subject until they were alone at the Peaches' house. Carson didn't avoid you either, as you thought she would, but the entire time he was frowning and saying little, which was unusual.

“You can talk to me about it now if you want to,” you told her as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Carson looked at you and shrugged. "I just want you to be sure of one thing: I don't live up to anything he wants."

She looked up and smirked, still a little tense. "Carson, seriously..."

"I know, love, I know," she smiled, properly this time, and pulled you by the arm to lie on her lap. Carson grabbed your face and kissed you from every corner, giggling as she watched your reaction. “I just don't like people looking at what's mine, you know?” she whispered teasing you, and you nodded.

“Relax, coach. I'm just yours. All yours."

Greta Gill

You two were at a bar, after a few grueling games, relaxing. And a man came to talk to you just as Greta got up to get the two of you another drink. She was squinting at the situation, assessing the moment when you would be uncomfortable to kick him out. But the moment didn't happen.

So she had to use it another way. Controlling her inner anger, she called out to you aloud, very clearly, without fear of judgment: “Baby?”

You and the man turned at the same time. He looked shocked, and then when you got up and walked towards Greta, she wrapped both arms around you and kissed your neck, staring at the man.

"Oh... you already have...", he cleared his throat, unable to finish his sentence. "Excuse me, ladies, I really didn't mean to offend you ladies."

“Fine,” you said, and watched him leave. When he was away, you turned to Greta. “Love, what was that?”

The redhead smiled and hugged you, kissing your cheek tenderly. “Fine,” she mimicked your tone of voice. “Seriously, (Y\N), you were better once, baby.”

You nodded, and bit your lip in satisfaction. “I love it when you get jealous. It's sexy.”

Maxine Chapman

"Don't look now, there's a girl next to her."

Max couldn't resist, even with Clance's warnings, she looked your way and saw that girl fawning over you and making small talk, making you laugh and that other stuff. Max was jealous of that scene, but at the same time, she felt inadequate and diminished.

When the matter was over, you went to her. And noticed that she was sad. Clance started talking in your ear, but you pretended to ignore her, worried about Max. Pulling her to a corner where no one could see you, you handed her a glass of drink. “What happened, Max?”

“(Y\NN), be honest,” she pleaded, taking a sip. “Am I enough for you?”

“What?” you asked, chuckling. “What kind of question is that, Max? Of course you are! You are more than enough for me, love!”

"It's just that I thought...", she sighed. “Clance saw you. I saw you talking to that girl and I thought maybe you wanted to replace me...”

And then you kissed her, by surprise, understanding that this was probably the first time Max had been jealous, but finding it all very sweet. When you broke the kiss, you wiped her tears and hugged her. “I would never be able to trade you for anyone in this world, Max. You are and will always be the only woman I love.”

Maybelle Fox

"Don't talk to me."

“May? Maybelle, please tell me what happened.”

You tried to get to her, but Maybelle closed the bedroom door before you could try to reach her. As it was not locked, you pushed the handle and successfully opened it. Your eyes strayed to a sullen Maybelle sitting on the bed hugging a pillow.

“Why don't you go after her now, huh, (Y\N)?”, Maybelle whispered, a cute pout on her lips. "I'm sure she knows very well what happened."

You let a scornful chuckle escape. “I can't believe you're jealous of me, Maybelle Fox”, and then you sat down next to her and started kissing your girlfriend on the cheek. "I can't believe you turn into a sulky baby when you're jealous of a girl."

“I don't turn into a sulky baby!” she insisted, ducking. "And I'm not jealous of you, ever."

You smiled again and kissed her a few more times. “You're cute when you're jealous, honey. It's okay to admit...”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, (Y\N), I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

Jo de Luca

"Jo, you're going to end up breaking your bow and darts, honey."

“Should have thought of that before you hit on her, (Y\NN).”

You rolled your eyes, kissing Jo's cheek. “Baby, I didn't hit on her, it was the other way around. And she knew I had a girlfriend, yet she insisted.”

“Prove it to me, little fox,” she whispered, teasing you. “Prove it to me. She's coming over there..."

And then, you glanced at the girl who had flirted with you at the bar. She waved in your direction and was getting close when you just turned to Jo and kissed her hard, practically throwing yourself on top of her and getting in the way of playing. You couldn't see how the girl acted, but when Jo parted her lips from you, she turned and held out her middle finger to the girl.

“Suck it bitch, she's my girlfriend!” Jo yelled, turning to kiss you again. "God, I think I'm going to want to be jealous more often, just to see if you kiss me more easily, little fox..."

Lupe Garcia

"What's up baby?"

You rolled your eyes trying not to mind the teasing, but of course it didn't work because the man was still on your tail while Lupe was getting drinks at the bar.

It was a gay bar, what the hell was he doing there?

“How about we go over there in the corner, huh? Chatting away? Drink a little something? What do you think, huh, sweetie?” he whispered, getting closer and closer to you and making you uncomfortable. "I promise we'll be quick."

“Hey, idiot!”

Lupe's voice reached your ears, and the smell of her cigarette was present as she pulled you away. “What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, man? Leave her alone.”

"I was just trying to make small talk, be polite..." he explained. “But I can include you in the conversation, Latina, with no ulterior motives. Unless you want."

You tried not to throw up as Lupe approached him, and when she threatened to punch him, you grabbed her arm. “Leave my girlfriend alone, you asshole! Get out of here now!”

He rolled his eyes and left as Lupe pulled you away, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile behind his teeth. When you were alone, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, kissing you hard.

“You are mine, (Y\N), I would do anything for you”, she whispered before you could say anything. It was always like that when Lupe got jealous, and you were getting used to it all...

Jess McCready

"Jess, tell me what's wrong, please!"

Silence reigned in the Peaches' room. You and Jess had just gotten out of practice and, being teammates, were facing the same dilemmas, this included people of all kinds looking at you all the time. All possible looks.That would always be uncomfortable. And Jess hated being uncomfortable.

"Jess, love, please, if you don't talk to me, I'll never know...", you tried to get her attention, but there was nothing. "Did that guy say something to you?"

"Ever heard of 'shut the hell up'?" she asked you, rudely. And so, you finally realized the problem in the situation.Jess was having a fit of jealousy.

You surprised her by jumping on top of her and knocking her onto the bed. You glued your lips to hers and didn't stop kissing her until Jess gasped and pulled you by the collar away from her mouth.

"What the fuck, (Y\N)?", she asked, her tone still rude.

"Nothing, I just really like it when you're jealous of me."

Esti Gonzales

It was the first time you and Esti had gone out politically on a date. Because of her time as a player, and because of her Spanish, of course, she didn't spend a lot of time with you.

She was crazy to be able to go out and get into the midst of Americans, and she was even crazier that she would do that to you, who was a few years older and highly responsible. In addition to being a girlfriend, you were an example for Esti, an example of the person she wanted to be when she matured a little more.

And your date promised to be pleasant, if it weren't for a guy getting up to walk over to your table and offer to buy you dinner, seeing you'd forgotten your money.

"I can pay for you and your daughter, no problem."

Wait a minute. Daughter?????

"Oh, actually, I would appreciate it, but...", you lost the words, in the face of embarrassment. The way he looked at you… God… was he really hitting on you?

Suddenly, Esti stood up, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not her daughter, you idiot! I'm her girlfriend! And I really think you should get the hell out of here now."

That was a clear demonstration that Esti Gonzales was jealous of you. And you thought it was cute, of course.

Shirley Cohen

"She insisted, said it was just a tantrum."

You smirked at Carson as you walked into the Peaches' bedroom, following your girlfriend, who was lying in bed looking the sickest in the world, as if she was suffering from some incurable disease.

"Shirl, baby, it's okay."

"YOU'RE NOT WITH THAT ANEMIC GIRL, ARE YOU?"

"Shirley," you grinned, knowing she was dying of jealousy and just didn't know how to handle it. "Remember I told you to live one thing at a time? No need to throw a tantrum because I went to talk to my best friend, honey."

"(Y\N)...", she sighed, sitting up in bed. "Oh God, I'm a total mess, aren't I?" she pouted. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know how to deal with all this avalanche of feelings for you. You know how it is, I've never dated a woman before..."

"I don't care," you replied, sitting down next to her. "You're just looking out for me, showing you care for me. But you didn't have to get sick because of me, Shirley."

'"She is your best friend?"

"Just best friend, I swear."

Shirley sighed again and hugged you. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be jealous again, or end up in a hospital bed..."

"Not if I'm here to take care of you, love."