#; threads

[cherryblossms]

even with the invasive set of eyes watching their every move, garam felt so content in this moment. he felt comfortable, like all of the tension in his body caused by axel completely vanished. there was also a bit of shame because of how much he was enjoying their playful banter along with some nerves because he hadn't been so openly flirtatious and affectionate with anybody in public for such a long time. maybe it was just the nerves making it difficult for him to find his place, he was so much better being the bratty one but it seemed like angel was really enjoying being able to play into mischief. "don't underestimate me, there's a reason why i'm not very open about my sex life." it was very much because he always found himself too embarrassed or ashamed of how his body looked the next day when the bruises started to form but he could lie and act as if there was another reason. so badly, he wanted to suggest proving himself to angel but there was still that fear of judgment if he pushed to fool around more so he decided against commenting further. there was a moment there where he wanted to look over towards the other man again, to see what his reaction was as angel moved in closer, suggesting giving him a show. maybe if they weren't standing where so many people could see them, where store clerks might have taken notice and decided to make them leave. but before he could even say anything, he felt angel's teeth sinking into his skin.

garam moaned out, not expecting angel to have bitten his neck. his hand shot up in an instant, covering his mouth out of shock of the sound he let out. if his heart wasn't absolutely pounding, it surely was now. he looked up to angel, breathing heavily as he moved his hand away from his mouth to slap against angel's chest — not hard enough to sting but it definitely made a sound. "what are you, a dog?" he was more in a state of disbelief than angry, more bashful than embarrassed. "no biting, you think that makes you a good boy? no, that makes you a naughty boy... and naughty boys don't get rewarded." the confidence that he held before slowly drifted away as he continued speaking. to be honest, he actually didn't mind the biting but he was trying to play into this dominance role as best as he could. as subtly as he could, garam moved his hand holding the one t-shirt in front of his body to hide his lap while his other hand held onto his forearm, fingers digging into his skin as if his mind would focus more on the pain he was causing himself instead of how turned on he felt right in that moment. so badly, he wanted to take angel back to the changing rooms so he could throw himself at him. scenes of angel stripping him bare, forcing garam watch through the mirror as angel plowed him, stuffing his fingers in his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet. but he knew that couldn't happen, not now anyways. they'd had this strong emotional connection for so long without a physical relationship, the urge to make up for the lost time hit him all at once. he wanted to take his time with angel while equally wanting to explore as much as he could with that aspect of their relationship as fast as he could. garam had intended on keeping his attention on angel and not the man by the door but his curiosity got the best of him, looking over for a third time. he'd still had his phone held up, making it clear he was either taking pictures or recording the two of them. and when the man noticed that garam had looked over again, his eyes lifted from his phone to look directly at garam, smirking now. garam's own expression fell, the color draining from his face entirely as it the realization hit him. that was axel's younger brother. garam had only met him once, walking directly into him as he was leaving axel's apartment after their one night stand, before he and axel had even started dating. "what the fuck," he mumbled. of course, axel would send the one family member that didn't care who he screwed to follow them around when he couldn't do it himself. he so badly wanted to tell angel that he knew this guy, that it was axel's younger brother who clearly was sent there to spy on them now that he'd seen the younger man with his phone pointed directly at the two of them. but he also feared how angel would react knowing for sure that they were being watched, essentially, by axel. he didn't want to lose their playfulness, he didn't want to ruin the day by confirming who it was, either. garam turned to look at angel again, attempting to flash the most believable smile he could before sighing. "maybe he's one of my subscribers, i can't tell you how many i've run into here. i'm sure he's harmless so let's just ignore him unless he comes up to us." he reached his free hand out to take a hold of angel's as he started walking backwards, pulling angel along with him. "but maybe we should move a bit further away for now, i'm sure he'll get the hint that we want to be left alone." it was true that he'd run into a handful of people who knew of him from social media and each time, unless they approached, garam just ignored them and acted as if he was just another regular guy out shopping.

Angel’s eyes were lock-on Garam, his suggestive words, were a little nerve-wracking. He watched Garam with an amused smile, his breath hitching slightly at the touch against his chest and the boldness that followed. Garam's innocent smile that followed belied the mischief in his actions, and Angel found himself captivated by the contrast. He was feral, ready to take Garam into a dressing room and get kicked out. "You really think you can handle me?" Angel teased back, raising an eyebrow, his confidence slowly building in response to Garam's playful dominance. Leaning into being a brat was going to be rather fun. The tension in the air shifted, becoming charged as Garam’s words hung between them, daring and inviting all at once. The thought of how far they might take this game sent shivers down his spine. As their laughter faded, Angel's eyes drifted toward the stranger again, his previous thoughts on the man swirling in his mind. Was this stranger just a passive observer, or did he hold some hidden motive? The way the man focused on them felt invasive, yet watching Garam so assured with Angel brought an unexpected thrill. Angel wanted to relish the lighthearted moment, yet anxiety gnawed at him, trying to break through the facade of fun. “Maybe we should give him a little show, then,” Angel suggested playfully, his fingertips brushing against Garam’s arm, lingering for a moment. He saw out the corner of his eye the man began to either take a picture or record them. The idea both excited and frightened him. He could sense Garam's nervousness underneath his confident facade, and it made Angel want to push him, just a little, to see how far they could go. “I mean, if he’s here to spy, we might as well give him a reason to report back,” Angel continued, his voice low and tinged with mischief. “What do you think?” He leaned closer, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, his lips barely brushing against Garam’s ear as he spoke, “I’ll call you my daddy, but only if you can keep me in line.” There was a delicious thrill in the challenge, a playful provocation that hung in the air like the weight of their unspoken desires. Angel pulled back slightly, searching Garam's eyes for a reaction, his excitement mixing with the burgeoning tension of the moment. The playful banter was intoxicating, drawing him in deeper, and he wondered just how far they could push each other today. "And, who knows," Angel added with a smirk, "maybe you'll surprise me." With a teasing glance at the stranger, he twirled away from Garam, striking a playful pose in the shirt that he had almost worn, letting the fabric hang loosely over his form. “What do you think? This look?” He laughed softly, but couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. As Garam’s eyes followed him, Angel felt a rush of affection mixed with mischief, urging him on. He would keep teasing and toying with the moment, all while keeping one eye on that stranger. If nothing else, he knew they would face whatever was happening together, and that thought filled him with an unexpected sense of security. Angel fought everything in him not to get stiff at the fondling. A part of this was rather scary but dammit Garam was being rather sexy which shocked Angel in a good way. His best friend was always cute to him, adorable even. But this was a whole new territory he was willing to lean into. “You never have to go easy on me. Do what you want with me I’m yours” Angel said as sweetly as he could muster. The words rolled off his tongue so naturally he blushed slightly. He was not expected to show this side of himself today. Angel grabbed another sweater more of Garam’s style holding it up to the man. “I can see you telling me how good of a boy I am in this sweater” he smirked slightly making sure the stranger was watching. As he held the sweater up to the man he stepped closer returning the neck to his lips this time lingering and kissing down to his neck before leaving a playful bite and pulling away.

[silvyysthings]

new Armie threads

[edsrosetattoo]

This is the best idea in the history of film.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

His cheeks flushed, he said sheepishly, "Yeah, uh, sometimes that's what I need help with most..."

Following her gaze, he gave a guilty look, "Oh! Right..." Plucking a piece of meat from the plate, he held it up before taking a bite, "Thanks!"

Sitting down, he gave a nod, "Yeah, you uh, you just have to make sure it's nice and smooth before moving on. I think all that's left is the top part, there..."

After thanking her for offering to help, he waved a hand, "Astrid will probably appreciate it more once the baby is born. Right now, she's more liable to punch me in the arm for doing this to her..." He knew it was due to how uncomfortable she was, and didn't blame her for being upset.

Shaking his head, he was curious about what Lyra would say next.

Stifling a laugh, he replied, "That explains why she became so pale when we first told her! What is she afraid of? They can't cause any harm!"

Holding up a hand, he had a mischievous grin on his face, "No, I'll, I'll just treat her like a wild dragon. Stay still, and let her come to us."

@dragonmasterhiccup

Flinging the bag over his shoulder, Ash stepped through the Veil and into the fae circle on Berk. It had gone through some changes as the years passed. Still an eternal spring but with a river and large willow now. A new and smaller crystal table set up for when they had meetings. He chuckled looking at the willow and thinking back to that fateful day.

Hiding his wings and gold markings on his face and arms, the dragain fae looked human as he left the ring. The young man still couldn’t get over the size of the Viking village and all the energy that radiated from it. After the huge party following the chief’s wedding, he was surprised the human and dragons had any energy. He grinned thinking of how his father was still recovering. Dodging around the locals he made his way to the Great Hall. The Vikings recognizing him as a friend and letting him through.

“Your clan shines bright, Chief!” Ash greeted and leaned against the table. Setting his bag down at his feet.

“I brought some new sketches and notes for your book. We discovered a smaller species of silver frosts. Fast little buggers too.” Laughing he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a pouch.

“And got some scales too. Figured you’d like to see. They’re a lot more iridescent than Altair’s.”

[the-occasional-mishap]

I was going to embroider a rose or something in the corner of this handkerchief, but then I realized I could do a wizard, so obviously I did a wizard.

[troythecatfish]

[teathattast]

Wake up babe new fish dropped

[ichxgo]

When that hand covers his, he smiles, softer this time. 

Ichigo smirks, then rolls his eyes. “I know, actually. Yuu keeps asking when we’re getting together again.” Though that could just be because Shiro has access to just about anything, and Yuu is opportunistic as hell. 

Any other time, he’d return Shiro’s sly glance with a flat look of his own, but just now he doesn’t even attempt not to look like he doesn’t find Shiro just as appealing as Shiro believes himself to be. He snorts. “I still had a lot of fight left. I thought they called me over to give me another match, but it was just to parade me around for some rich asshole. Then that asshole turned out to be you. I got a lot of shit over fucking you. From everyone except the manager. He thought I was ladder climbing. He liked it so much, he kept trying it.” He smirks again, but it’s not a very nice expression this time. “It didn’t end well.” 

His fingers can’t seem to keep still. Pressed against the bare flesh just about Shiro’s pants, they drag idle lines along his side. 

“Are you going back to your party?” He thinks he already knows the answer, but no matter what Shiro has going on with him, his job is always waiting in the background.

He's paying too much attention to Ichigo -an embarrassing amount really- not to notice that smirk, and then how it falls. His brows furrow slightly and he wonders what the cause is, wonders if it's something he can fix.

When Ichigo rests his head on the pillow, Shiro twists a little, just enough to better face him. He can't figure out where any of this is going to go, but the most terrifying part is that he can't imagine, after all this time apart, all this time trying to hate each other, being bitter and angry and hurt, he can't imagine everything just... Being resolved. Going back to what they used to be. That's what he wants, he just can't see it happening.

His hand raises to cover Ichigo's when Ichigo's thumb runs along his jaw, pressing it closer, enjoying the simple contact. He's missed this. He's missed the gentle side of the relationship they used to have, the trust behind it.

His jaw clenches when Ichigo speaks, and he swallows, but nods a tiny motion. He believes him, because some part of him already knew it was there, brewing between them even if they didn't quite put it into words. When Ichigo's fingers trail down and he lifts his hand, Shiro's attention turns towards following the touch. It's easier than holding Ichigo's gaze.

He scoffs a laugh, of course he remembers. How could he forget? "Pff. You shouldn't'a been surprised. No one just stops wanting me. That's crazy." His eyes corner back toward Ichigo with a sly expression. "I knew you were pissed. I could tell while we were in the locker room. Best angry sex I've ever had."

[willofasherah]

seeing everyone just mindlessly sign up for threads despite all the clear warning signs feels like I’m living in Sailor Moon or a magical girl anime episode where the Monster of the Day just set up shop over night and their product is literally draining your lifeforce for the Dark Kingdom but people keep going there

[silvyysthings]

Armie new threads ⭐

[dragonmasterhiccup]

With a lopsided grin, he nodded, "Yes, exactly! Humans certainly do that!" It was a good way to look at it, though he preferred people weren't like that. Unfortunately, it was inevitable.

Hiccup's brows furrowed slightly as she cringed, but any worries he had were quickly put to ease. "Oh! Don't worry too much about that."

When dragons first started living on Berk, there were quite a few surprises in store for both them and the humans. Eventually, all got used to the others presence, but it took some time.

Though, that brought up an idea...

"Hey, would you like a shelter built in the cove? For future storms? A, a place that will stay warm in the coming winter?"

Shrugging, he answered, "Oh, mostly in the day. But we've taken our fair share of flights at night as well. I suppose you and the others prefer to fly in the daytime, you can certainly blend in better than at night..."

"I imagine you wouldn't, having grown up around them like you did..."

He was quiet for a moment, before lowering his voice, "I've noticed that a bit of a flaw Berkians have is the tendency to underestimate others that are different. It's a lesson I'd have thought they'd learned by now, but it seems that I'm mistaken."

His voice returning to its normal volume, he added, "They'll come around. Like I said, just don't worry too much about what they do."

He stumbled back in surprise as she shrunk, not sure what he said to cause such a reaction. Hand on his chin, he tried to make sense of what she was portraying.

"Well, there's no dragon eaters on Berk, so you don't have to worry about that. But this dragon you're describing...it actually could fit a few different species that I've come across. None of which are typically in this area of the archipelago."

He hoped that would put her at ease. "Actually...where have you and the others been staying at night? I assume you've found a cave...I don't think you'd prefer to sleep out in the open..."

[victusinveritas]

[political-us]

[mysharona1987]

“Make my words.”

Well, I’m convinced.

[gauntletqueen]

Hi Zoey. Asking from a place of ignorance, could you please explain why Threads is dogshit?

Threads is the Hot New Garbagedump by Certified Scum Of The Earth and Facebook/Meta owner Zuckerburg. It is like if twitter was even worse.

There is ONLY a For You page, meaning you can never just see the posts from your followed accounts who, yknow, you followed for the purpose of seeing their posts.You can't see those. you have to see the algorithm's posts ONLY. You also require an instagram to get full access to all the features like Posting Images. You need a separate social media account to properly access this new social media. And once you've done so, the only way to delete your Threads account, is to delete you instagram account. The Whole Thing. For Some Fucking Reason. Not to mention, obviously since it's zuckerburg, the thing syphons your personal information like crazy, worse still than twitter.

Like ALL your data. as much as it can get. (Love that it says "Other Data" btw. Nice subtle way of saying "whatever else we want") ALSO wouldn't you know it? It's fucking banned in the EU because it violates a bunch of fucking privacy laws!! So it's DEFINITELY not safe to use!

It is as predatory and exploitative as can be, created by someone that we collectively agreed Sucks Shit and Has No Empathy For Human Life and Individuality, and nobody should be touching it with a ten foot pole let alone sign up for it. Not even to test the waters or because it's where everyone is heading, or to see how bad it is for yourself. It doesn't matter if you're joining to get an account ready in case the platform ends up the new big thing. You're feeding the statistics. Even if you're not using that account, Zuckerburg can show the number of signups to shareholders and investors to prove to them that it's viable. Instead of jumping on the bandwagon in case it succeeds, inform people why they shouldn't join, to reduce its chance of success! It's like strikes and protests; The more of us get the word out, the more effective it'll be!