#; threads

[spacecowboyjay]

yippie kay yay bitch

[edsrosetattoo]

This is the best idea in the history of film.

[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]

[dragonmasterhiccup]

He laughed lightheartedly, shaking his head as bowed. "Oh, y-you really don't have to do that!" While knowing it was playful, that really wasn't necessary.

Looking out at the ocean, he gave a smile, nodding. "I think I'd like that very much."

Grinning, he turned back to face her. "I'll have to show you the flight suit I created, then! They don't work as well as Toothless' wings, but it does allow me to glide through the air, rather than just plummet down."

"It's a deal!" Going over to Toothless, he hopped onto the dragon's back, prosthetic clicking into place. "Though I should warn you, there are...there's quite a lot of them!"

Getting ready to take off, he said, "I have to get back, there's things in the village needing my attention. But, we'll meet back up in a couple days, start the plans for your hut. What do you think?"

They had flown through the night from their isle of home to this new land. It was both exciting and terrifying for the young fae. Lyra was glad to be free, she just wished the circumstances were different.

Landing by a small lake she slid off the back of the green and white dragon. Wobbling as she got her land legs back. The dragon’s tail came around to steady her.

“Thank you, Altair.” With a pat to the tail she knelt by the lake to get a drink. Altair was similar in shape to a monstrous nightmare. Four limbs plus her wings. But smoother scales and her only horns lay on her head. The dragon stretched as her rider drank. Laying down to curl around her.

@dragonmasterhiccup

[teathattast]

Wake up babe new fish dropped

[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

[unfriendlies]

completely caught off guard, garam let out a soft yelp when angel had picked him up to hold him in his arms instead of on his back. he was quick to wrap one arm behind the man's shoulders while the other hand held on tightly to the opposing shoulder to ensure he wouldn't fall even if angel lost his grip. his brows furrowed, just staring at angel. he was so strong. another thing garam couldn't recall his now ex-boyfriend doing; carrying him, regardless of position. it was always something his friends did. when asked, his ex would tell garam his legs still worked so he could walk himself wherever they were going. he was starting to really question what he ever saw in the other man, he was probably the least romantic partner garam had ever had. if he was going to be completely honest, angel was far more romantic towards garam than his ex was. that fact made his expression soften, a small smile growing. "i'm not that skinny," he said softly, pulling his hand up to the curve of angel's neck. his weight was never something he worried about before because he ate relatively healthily but he had noticed he lost weight recently which he could now blame on his relationship. after being dropped down onto angel's bed, he let go of the blanket and shifted so his head was on one of the pillows. when he was asked about his preferences, his expression fell once again. it wasn't because he didn't want to talk about it, he just wasn't expecting angel to want to know. he was quiet, not because he didn't want to talk about it but because he was silently questioning why angel wanted to know. was it because he was worried? that was the only reason that made sense. the only other thing he could think of was angel was asking because he wanted to have sex with garam but that didn't seem plausible at all. he was sure that angel would have made some sort of attempt to flirt with him, hit on him, something to let garam know he wanted something more from him. but angel didn't do that, at least garam didn't catch on if angel had made some sort of move. garam exhaled heavily as he threw his arms up over his head, unintentionally making his shirt rise, revealing his lower stomach and the bruises his ex left on him. "sometimes it's okay." he replied, staring up at the ceiling. "i really didn't like it at first but..." he paused, making an attempt to shrug his shoulders, but the gesture was a bit difficult to do with his hands above his head. "i got used to it." he added in, glancing over to angel with just his eyes but he was quick to return his gaze up to the ceiling. "there were some things that i liked but not when it happened all the time. i think i like it better when somebody is more gentle with me. like, they're afraid if they push too hard, i'll break." maybe break wasn't the most accurate term to use, it was more like he didn't want somebody who wanted to hurt him. "i think i want softer passion. not so fast, not so hard... but i still want to feel his emotions when we're together... if that—" his full attention turned to angel, "does that make sense? i want to feel like i'm the only person in his life that matters, i want to be able to see his love for me when i look at him... i want to feel like i'm more than just a piece of ass, you know? i think that's what i want." he couldn't even say for sure, it was just that soft and passionate were the complete opposite of what his ex showed him whenever they were intimate. their intimacy lacked all intimacy. the man focused on what would feel good for him instead of garam, he never felt love when they were together. it felt like it was purely physical between them. but maybe explaining as much as he had was a bit of an overshare. even if angel asked, garam didn't have to go into the kind of detail he did. "you don't have to worry, i'm not going to let somebody treat me like that again. and i'll make sure whoever i eventually get involves with has your stamp of approval, you seem to know who isn't good for me better than i do..."

Garam’s nod as confirmation was all Angel needed. He stood quietly as he watched his best friend grab his phone. The taller man watched the other’s facial expressions closely before realizing the alcohol was beginning to affect him. A shiver rippled through his spine seeing Garam’s ex crying face on the screen. His lips were pulled tight as his eyes shot down. Angel thought seeing the man crying would bring him joy. He was getting back just a fraction of what he put them through. But it only made his stomach turn. His skin felt itchy and gross. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let him suffer” he managed out glancing back up only to catch Garam texting his ex. Angel raised an eyebrow as Garam giggled which must have been contagious. The raven-haired man smiled offering a small giggle back. It was great to hear his friend laugh again. The screen was flashed to him once again. This time he didn’t look away. Scanning the text Angel let out a sharp breath. That text wouldn’t go over well but Angel couldn’t worry about that right then. “Take me to bed” Such a small sentence stopped Angel in his tracks. It wasn’t like the man hadn’t said it before. Angel had gotten used to carrying drunk Garam through the streets to either of their apartments. It was the way the man looked at him for a moment. His arms stretched out ready to be lifted. It took the man a minute to compose himself. Finding the whole scene rather adorable. “You are such a child” he teased to break the silence as he scooped his best friend up into his arms bridal style. “Easier to carry you this way…while you are staying here we are going to get some food in your system. You have never been this light” Angel commented as he guided them to his bedroom. As they made their way through his apartment he couldn’t help but think about Garam’s past relationships. They seemed to get worse with each one. Angel always kept his feelings silent. Watching each relationship pass by. It killed him his best friend hid so much of what was going on. Angel never judged him or so he didn’t think he did. But for sex to be that violent and their argument to lead to this. Angel couldn’t wrap his head around his best friend enjoying that. The grip he had on Garam tightened as they entered the bedroom. He was starting to feel the effects of their drinks but kept his composure. His focus was on making sure the man in his arms was okay. Angel stumbled lightly managing to get his best friend to the bed with a slight thump. He chuckled tucking his curls behind his ears as he sat on the edge of the bed. The question he wanted to ask hanging on the edge of his tongue. Even drunk he didn’t think this was the best time. But he knew he wouldn’t have the nerve to ask any other way. Besides the other was drunk as well. It made it easier somehow. “Garam?” Angel would never ask questions like this sober. He didn’t pry in such ways. He knew his best friend was private. The same way he was. “Do you really enjoy rough sex like that?” His words were slow, almost careful. To ensure he was saying the right thing. His eyes avoided his best friend. Angel looked down at his hands which he had been biting at out of habit as he waited for his answer. His feelings for Garam were festering inside him. In his drunken state, he was thinking he could never live up to that. He couldn’t see himself hurting Garam in any way. As he sat there the guilt of the question started to sink in. “Y-you don’t have to answer that. Sorry…these damn drinks” he muttered picking his head up and flashing one of his smiles.

[victusinveritas]

[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!

[ofgracee]

Less than twenty-four hours until they'd be able to see each other again, the ball was winding down - there would be no more dances for anyone; yet Addie found herself yearning to stay on the ballroom floor with Arthur. No matter how desperately she really did need to find Matilda. "I shall be counting down the hours," she returned his bow with a curtsey. As difficult as it was to part from Arthur's company, there was no more time, for tonight at least that they could spend together. "I shall bid you goodnight, Lord Barnes." As soon as Adelaide arrived home, she sat at her bedroom window, her best parchment and ink in hand. She took her time to write each word as precisely as she possibly could, penmanship was important. More important than her penmanship, though, was the need to use the right words. She had never felt the pressure of using exactly the right words, until this communication with Arthur. Dear Lord Barnes, I hope it is not too forward to remind you that I had the most wonderful evening. I shall be at the promenade tomorrow afternoon, accompanied by Albert. I thank you for making tonight not only easy, but rather enjoyable. -A

Her words truly sounded to Arthur as though they were pulled straight from a fairy tale, but he found himself believing every single one of them as being genuine. Even as the dance finally ended, he found himself standing there looking down into her eyes, an incredulous laugh escaping him as he shook his head. "How...how has this happened? How is it that we...we have only just met and it feels like this?" He asked, though he was quite sure she was no more aware of the answer to it than he was. "Were I to wake up in this moment and find that all of this was a dream, it would be the sweetest dream that I've ever had, and yet I know...I know that it is not a dream, and that makes it all the sweeter."

He realized only then that the time had come for them to clear the dance floor, and he led her off of it and sighed. "I...I know that it's time now...for...for us to part ways again." He acknowledged with a nod. "I...I do not wish it, but the ball will be ending very shortly, and I must find my sister, and you yours. But...but please, write me to let me know whether you will be at promenade tomorrow." With a final bow and a smile, he took a deep breath to summon the willpower, before he turned away from Adelaide Winslow to seek out his sister, his thoughts already dwelling in tomorrow.

[ancientsstudies]

[frickintazzed]

i don’t want to ever hear a single thing ever about threads. the next time i’m forced to learn information about this new facebook spyware it better be through a destiel meme informing me that it has gone under thank you

[angie-long-legs]

Instantly soothed by Sir Pentious' vow to stick close by, Angel let out a hushed sigh of relief, followed by a short nod in agreement. His attention turned from the snake, who was maternally dabbing a tissue at his cheeks, to the small egg creature that had joined Fat Nuggets in his lap. The hell-pig snuffled at the egg boi and greeted him with a friendly grunt - almost as though the pair were familiar with one another. Angel frowned in contemplation, momentarily distracted from the cocktail of unsavoury emotions still eating away at him.

Hands still trembling faintly, he gave Fat Nuggets a hearty scratch behind the ears, eyes darting curiously between the pig and his egg friend. "This yer pal, is it, huh?" he mused, to which Fat Nuggets responded with an earnest snort - a resounding yes if he had ever heard one! A hint of life returned to the actor's eyes; distant, but unmistakably there.

"They got names, these things?" Angel called out tentatively to the serpent, his voice hoarse and quaking as he gestured to the egg that Fat Nuggets was nuzzling. It was uncharacteristic of Angel to be shy, but the events of the night left him feeling rather untethered, adrift on an ocean of uncertainty with no sense of how things should be. Of who he should be, now that such distress had so unwillingly leaked out of him. He didn't know how to act.

"Cuz, uh," he continued sheepishly, "Nuggs seems ta like this one."

The serpent's fond smile as the piglet plopped himself comfortably in his mama's lap relieved some of Angel's prior embarassment. He desperately hoped that Fat Nuggets would offer enough distraction for the both of them to let the spider's outburst go unacknowledged.

Nodding in response to Sir Pentious's wise suggestions, Angel leaned into the plumped pillows, still rather dazed from the events of the night. No doubt, in the morning, this would all feel like a confusing and uncomfortable dream - and Angel couldn't say he would be all too disappointed by this.

He dragged his sleeve across his damp face, catching a rather disgusting mixture of tears and snot. To think he had been face-first in Pen's smart, elegant jacket as he sobbed... no, he wasn't thinking about that. That didn't happen, he told himself. Surely he wasn't that goddamn pathetic. He'd never look Pentious in the eye again.

Instead, he stroked along Fat Nugget's back in a repetitive, soothing motion, reassuring himself as much as he was the pig. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, a slur of exhaustion tugging at his voice. "Mama's okay, Nuggsie. Nothin' ta worry about."

As Pentious gently informed Angel that he would make him some tea, the arachnid stiffened, the hand petting Fat Nuggets freezing in place. "Yer not... leavin', are ya?" he swallowed, fear rising within him at the prospect of being left alone. "Please, Pen, I don't wanna... I... Can ya stay with me? Please?"