#{ threads }

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"Oh, oh I see. You know, that makes quite a bit of sense, actually."

He smiled as she tried to describe the hatchlings, laughing lightheartedly, "It's okay! I know what you mean! Hatchlings...they are adorable."

Hearing about what happened to the last alpha, his face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that...that must have been terrible to discover..."

The new alpha though, she sounded complex, and it intrigued Hiccup. "She sounds clever! Brains over brawn...I like that!"

Seeing her scowl, he followed her line of sight to the expressions on the passing vikings faces. He couldn't believe they were acting the way they did. It was disappointing to say the least.

"Hey," he told Stranger, "Don't worry about them. What they think, it doesn't matter. You've come so far in communication in such a short period of time...it's more than impressive!"

Hiccup gave a small shrug. "Not always. It's a journey, finding one's self. I haven't quite gotten there yet, but you're right. The tribe accepts me now, as I am. They didn't always." Giving her a reassuring nod, he said, "You'll get there, that I have no doubt. Just be patient with yourself, yeah?"

Her question surprised him a little bit, and he blinked back at her before answering. "Uh...yeah, sure you can. Of course. I mean...well, you already know Astrid... we'll just...ease you into meeting them. Like I said, they're quite the bunch, especially together..."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he asked, "Uh...when did you want to meet them?"

'I don't know how or when they met,' Toothless said, 'but they were indeed a force to be reckoned with. That human...was cruel.'

Hiccup nodded, understanding what she meant. "I see. That's why many dragons stay in packs, it's much safer, better for survival." So, Light Furies were pack dragons, while Night Furies were more inclined to fly solo.

It wasn't much, but at least it confirmed something Hiccup suspected to be true.

"Hm. Interesting..." This dragon sounded a bit like Hiccup. He never wanted to be chief, but now that he was, he seemed to be doing okay at it, and the people of Berk seemed to respect him. "Did no one else want to lead? Only her?"

This dynamic this pack had was so intriguing, Hiccup wanted to learn all he could.

Nodding, he rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand on his hip. "Yeah, I uh, I don't really blame you. They're uh, they're an exuberant bunch, that's for sure. I can assure you though, they won't hurt you or your brothers." Maybe he should introduce her to Fishlegs first, before Snotlout or the twins.

"Hm?" Eyes wide, he froze for a moment, taking in her question. "Ah, well, uh, I...I didn't, either, when I was young. At least, not until I was about fifteen..."

He wasn't sure how to begin when it came to describing his friends. "Well, you know Astrid already. She's...she's incredible," his expression softened as he spoke about her, "she's an amazing warrior, great with strategy...she's the one you always want to have your back in a pinch."

"Then there's Fishlegs. He loves dragons just as much, if not more, than I do. He is kind, and a little hesitant when it comes to battle, but will protect his friends in a heartbeat."

"Snotlout...where to begin with Snotlout... he's...well, he is a little full of himself, and likes to brag, but deep down, he's a good guy. Now, as for the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut...they like to play tricks, joke around. A lot of what they do doesn't make much sense, to be frank."

"If you want to start getting to know them, I'd recommend starting with Fishlegs, then Snotlout, leave the twins for last."

[edsrosetattoo]

This is the best idea in the history of film.

[elledotexe]

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Edit: With the amount of notes this has received I want to make it clear (since people who have reblogged and added their own opinions to this, one saying to completely shun studies in total that garnered a lot of attention) that while these studies specifically geared toward veterans are meant to help and were possibly requested from the previous administration, extreme caution should still be advised and you should do your research as others have suggested.

Our dearest Trump has allowed ending of employment for whatever reason now regardless of disability, race, gender, sexuality etc., we all know what Meta has turned into and what the current administration probably has to do with that and definitely has to do with the TikTok ban... I'm just saying do not be surprised if somehow these records end up being used for more harm than good if they just decide it'll be a... fun weekend hobby.

I want people to make informed decisions regardless of what they decide! But they have made it very clear on the kind of people they are and what they will do to harm any sort of minority. Please consider that when you call this "unnecessary fear mongering", as well. They are already erasing valid data/searches from social medias and valuable sources. The most important thing is safety.

[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

[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

[ichxgo]

His back lifts again, stretching his middle just to give Shiro’s fingers that much more ground to cover on their way down. He bites out a moan, so full of sensation he practically squirms as Shiro’s hands close on his hips. The gasp he gives as Shiro grinds them together with more purpose is less muted, sharper. 

He shudders. A leg hooks around Shiro’s middle, a hand pushed down his back into his shirt to grip him better. Ichigo swallows that curse then drops his head back, panting, biting his lip, trying to feel everything at once. The hand still in Shiro’s hair loosens. From so close, the lengths of white fall around him like a cage, giving the illusion of privacy as he slips his palm to Shiro’s jaw, thumb ghosting over his lips then lower. He slides his hand down between them to curl around them both, the leg around Shiro’s waist twitching as he strokes.

He knows they’re gearing up to fuck like animals, but he wouldn’t even complain if Shiro shot across his stomach instead. Can’t imagine complaining about anything because this is already so much more than he deserves.

If anyone else tried what Ichigo's doing, he'd cut fingers off, but for Ichigo he moans into the kiss when that grip in his hair tugs harder. Ichigo compared his party guests to cannibals earlier. He wasn't wrong, and Shiro's no better. He wants to devour every inch of Ichigo, map skin with his tongue, carve into muscle with his teeth.

The friction his grinding gives him is almost maddening, like he's teasing himself, because he knows the real thing will be so much better than dry humping like a teenager. It's a relief when Ichigo starts shoving at clothing. He puffs out a heavy breath, reaching between them to help shove his pants out of the way and release his trapped cock.

And then Ichigo's pants are out of the way too and he groans a sound so rough with hungry need that it's practically a growl. He drags harsh fingertips down Ichigo's ribs, one momentarily pausing on the more fresh scar from where Ichigo got shot for him, before moving to grip lithe hips. He uses his grip to guide that grinding they're doing, breathing a low curse against Ichigo's mouth.

[victusinveritas]

[mysharona1987]

“Make my words.”

Well, I’m convinced.

[ichxgo]

Grimmjow is too settled, too quiet, too cooperative. It’s almost unnerving. Ichigo keeps glancing at him every few seconds, which is ridiculous—he can’t see him slung over his shoulder, but he can feel him. That should be enough. The problem is that what he feels doesn’t match what he expects and he can barely reconcile the two. 

A slow, molten warmth seeps through the bond, like sinking into warm bath water or finding a pool of sunlight. It’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong, because he’s dragging an Arrancar into his room, relaxed should be the last thing he’s feeling. And yet, there it is, wrapping around his ribs, easing into the cold, empty spaces inside him.

Ichigo shifts, waiting for an answer. 

Except those arms tighten— tighten too hard, too much—panic flashes and he yelps, figuring Grimmjow’s about to somehow reverse suplex him through the floor. 

“Hey, no. Wait, Grimmjow! Don’t—Ah!“

Ichigo squirms so hard they both go down.

An instant spike of fire forces a hiss from his teeth. Then there’s agony, bright and immediate tearing through his side. Only…  layered beneath it, flaring to life like a second heartbeat is something else. A rush of satisfaction that isn’t his. Except it is his. It’s all he is for a moment— a deep, visceral flood of pleasure. The savage rightness of sinking fangs into powerful, high-reiatsu prey. 

His head smacks against the end of his bed, but it’s nothing compared to everything else. 

His nails curls into claws and his teeth sink into his own tongue. 

He’s floored, feels the satisfaction of it curling into his chest and the empty spaces that never quite fill up.

He chokes in a gasp, breath stilted, pulse hammering, drowning. What the fuck? How can anything feel like that? 

The world comes back slow from a haze of white. There’s a moan in his throat. Heat in his gut. He’s hard. He swallows. “I…you…” No. No. Anger. He should be pissed. Furious. Should shove Grimmjow off and throw him through the nearest wall. But all he does is lie there, trembling, still caught in the aftershocks, trying to make the world fix itself—one part of him recoiling from being fucking eaten, the other shuddering with the phantom satiety of it.

Grimmjow bears the ride with no small amount of physical discomfort.

Ichigo is taller and broader than he was when Grimmjow first met him, but he's not larger, and he's not quite wide enough to effortlessly fit Grimmjow's mass over his shoulder.

He spends the whole ride almost sliding off, if not for Ichigo's hand wrapped around the back of his thighs to hold him in place.

The very edges of his hole rub uncomfortably against the hard strap of armour, but the discomfort is muted by the oozing satisfaction of being curled almost all the way around Kurosaki. Two equally powerful sensations in opposition. Hunger and connection. What it feels like to Kurosaki is anyone's guess, but it distracts Grimmjow enough that he offers little in the way of token resistance once it becomes clear that Kurosaki is having no issues handling his dead weight.

Grimmjow's face doesn't turn when Kurosaki passes his packmate in the hallway. His face is pressed, soft cheeked to the strong muscle in Kurosaki's back, his eyes almost all the way closed. Settled for the time being by the resonant contentment of their shared contact.

But as with all good things in Grmmjow's death, they must come to and end.

He cracks an eye and sets his chin to Kurosaki's back to consider the floor. The bed is clearly the superior option. But he's not asking for it. Instead his laxity ends with a sharp snap of movement. Strong arms wrap around Kurosaki's waist, iron bars to hold himself flush against the shinigami's back, and he bites hard into the fleshly soft piece of Kurosaki's side between his hip bone and ribs.

Blood burst pop - slick and wet mouthfeel through the black fabric of his uniform. Bright pleasure on Grimmjow's tongue. He's a glut today, already too well fed from the overflow of Kurosaki's power running through his veins but he is never satiated and he drinks deeply from the well of power that burst forth.

[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!

[tardigradesonthemoon]

[ancientsstudies]

[troythecatfish]