#it was that tshirt going around on twitter

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bingpup from twitter

[prodbyton]

hiii!!! hope you’re doing well!

how about gamer leehan… while he has a whole girl in his bed, watching him as he’s playing a stressing moment in the game, as his mic’s on and he’s in with his friends, you come closer to him to hug from behind, he’s so focused on what’s happening inside of the screen that he almost didn’t pay attention to you starting to get on your knees under the desk unzipping his pants as he’s already out right making noises into the mic..

I FEEL LIKE I JUST WROTE A WHOLE HARD THOUGHT ANSWER MYSELF HAHAHAH😭😭😭 i’m sorry i got a bit carried away i LOVELOVELOVE gamer!boyfriend so bad

i saw a video kinda like this on twitter the other day and now im wishing i had saved it bc it would fit this so well 😩

i think begging gamer bf leehan for attention would always end up with you getting fucked to sleep… making sure you were satisfied and worn out by the end of it because that must be what you wanted to happen if you were going through all that trouble to get his attention :P

leehan keeps telling you that he just wants to play one more round, that he’s playing with the boys or he’s already queued for the next game so you’ll have to wait. he doesn’t realize that youd be distracting him during that time, kissing down his neck while you wrap your arms around his body from behind. he tries his best to keep his composure while you do so but it gets harder the lower your kisses get.

he’s letting out a sigh of when your lips leave his skin, but he doesn’t realize that you were positioning yourself under his desk and in between his legs. leehan accidentally groaning into the mic when you palm him through his boxers (im a believer that he’s the type to just wear a tshirt and boxers around the house) and instantly growing harder in your hands.

leehan would try to stay calm until you’re about to take him in hour mouth, finally getting off the game so he could focus completely on you.

alternatively… you starting to touch yourself and telling leehan to turn and look at you, his jaw dropping at the sight of you spread out on his bed and he’s rushing over to take care of his needy girl <3 and he’s teasing you no matter what for wanting him so badly that you couldn’t wait a few more minutes.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Wake Up Call

a rhea ripley x fem reader fic

CW: praise kink, oral sex, dom rhea, slight degradation, public teasing, slight somnophilia

Finally a day off, you think to yourself as you look at the shared calender app, with the calender title “R + (Y/F/I)”. As you lay in bed beside the sleeping muscular woman, you watch her chest rise and fall with every breath taking in the moment of waking up before her for once. She’s always up early to work out before her plane or for an interview or simply because she couldn’t sleep. But today you decided to let her sleep as long as her body allowed.

You slowly got out of bed as carefully as possible not wanting to wake her up, though when she’s asleep, she’s asleep but you still didn’t want to risk it. When you finally make it out, slipping on some fuzzy socks and sweatpants complimenting your “who’s your mami?” tshirt, you make your way to the kitchen.

Barry, Luna and Ryuk are cuddled up on the couch but somehow they didn’t hear you. Guess I’m the only one awake this morning. As you make the morning coffee, the sounds of the machine finally wake up the dogs and the sound of their nails clack on the floor as they trot towards you.

“Hi friends,” you say as you scratch their heads, one hand each, “lazy day for you guys too, huh?” Soft fur rubs against your leg followed by a tail wrapping around your ankle, “Morning, Ryuk.”

You let the hounds outside to enjoy the morning, you grab your coffee and follow them out. You sit and watch them play for a bit before diving into the morning social media scroll. You look through Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok, before you realize it’s almost noon and Rhea still isn’t awake.

You follow the dogs inside as they pant their way to the cool tile floor of the kitchen, then make your way back to the bedroom.

Lying in a slightly different position than earlier, the raven haired woman still sleeping, you crawl into the bed slowly removing the covers from her. She wriggles a bit at the sudden cold so you freeze hoping to not wake her. You then begin to slowly and carefully take off her athletic shorts followed by her underwear. Somehow she didn’t move as much when you did that, was she dreaming this too? you laughed to yourself.

You let her settle for a bit, staring in awe that you just get to do this whenever you want. She even said one day, “you can wake me up any way you want,” with that devilish smirk on her face. Today was the day you took her up on that offer.

When you finally decided that she wasn’t going to move anymore, you opened her legs wider and settled yourself on your stomach between her muscular thighs that could choke you out any minute.

You begin by ever so slightly raking your tongue up her folds. Her hips jerked, but only the smallest amount, so you keep going. Barely brushing your tongue on her, watching her face for any sign of her being awake.

You kept your light touch and slow pace for a good while, then you press harder and focus more on her now sensitive bud. Her hips begin to move against you, when you hear a loud inhale from above you, followed by a “holy shit,” in her sleepy accent.

You smile as your response, but you press harder knowing she’s awake. A hand lovingly grabs your hair pushing you deeper into her, but her strength isn’t fully awake yet so it’s just a light push.

Unfortunately, her phone begins to ring and of course it’s none other than Dom. She huffs letting it ring but then decided against it because he’ll just keep calling if she doesn’t answer. The tattooed hand finds its way under the pillow to find the source of the ringing. You begin to lift your head so she’s not distracted during the call, but suddenly her strength has woken up and forces your head back down.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” she growls as she presses answer.

Your underwear floods at the sound of her demand, so you do as you’re told and keep going, dragging, swirling, lapping and everything in between to keep her bottom half entertained while her top half keeps Dom entertained.

“H-hey Dom,” her eyes shut immediately.

You can barely make out what he’s saying on the other side but it was something along the lines of. “Hey Mami! I was wondering if you wanted to get a late lunch with me and the boys? (Y/N) can come too of course.”

Her hand tightens the grip on your head keeping you still as you continue to make her wetter by the second.

“Sounds fun, (y/n) do you want to come to lunch?” and before you even decided to answer, “She said yes,” her hips jerked as you tried to nod your head for your actual answer.

“Great!” you heard the man say but you drowned out his voice after that to focus on your woman.

Her top half remained completely normal carrying on the conversation with her best friend, but her bottom half was writhing under you. You could tell she was close but she would never give it away, especially on the phone. You smirk at the thought of her having to cum while still on the phone and how she’d have to conceal it somehow. You knew deep down that she could, but her ego wouldn’t let her.

Suddenly, your hair was tugged back away from her hot center with a small whine from you, causing her to shoot a look at you. This meant she was about to cum but she couldn’t and that you didn’t do as you were told.

“Yeah for sure, well we have to get ready then if we’re gonna meet you, so see ya soon…yep…bye dom,” and she hung up the phone throwing it down beside her. “You did so good baby,” she gently let your head back down before she yanked it back up again, “except for the end. Sit up,” she let go of you.

You sat up wiping your mouth with your thumb, questioning what sort of punishment she was going to come up with.

“Because you didn’t listen, you don’t get the satisfaction of making me cum, so you’ll just have to watch. Open,” as she stuck her fingers toward your mouth.

You obeyed and closed around her digits, beginning to suck lightly when she forcefully pulled them out. Her hand reached her wet center as she began to draw small fast circles around her own clit, moaning at the feeling. “Sad you couldn’t do this for me, my baby, you could’ve done it so much better.”

You don’t dare say anything knowing it would cause you more trouble so you stare helplessly at her working hand. Her moans becoming more frequent as her back begins to arch.

You were sitting on your heels so you try your best to sneak in a few moments of pleasure for yourself without her noticing. Luckily, she’s too far gone to notice. So far gone that she groans loudly followed by a breathy, “oh fuck!” as she drew out her high making you keep eye contact with her as she continued wriggling in front of you.

When she finally caught her breath, she grabbed at your shirt and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, “wear that skirt I like,” she commanded, “and if you’re a good girl during lunch, you might get a reward,” she forced you back with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” you finally speak. Oh god, what is she going to do.

Lunch finally came. You hugged the boys said your hellos and were seated. Only a few moments passed after ordering the drink when you felt the tattooed hand glide against your thigh. It didn’t startle you because she usually had to be touching you no matter where you were. You barely noticed that she was moving up your thigh and under your skirt until it was too late. Her chin was resting on her other hand listening to the boys so they would have no idea what was going on underneath.

Your breath hitches as you swiftly give her a look and she cocks an eyebrow back at you, immediately reminding you of the deal.

Fuck okay, got it, you say to yourself. So, you let her hand wander wherever it pleased. For a while it just gently rubbed up and down your thigh, letting the boys get used to her hand under the table, so they wouldn’t suspect anything. As the conversations became more lively, the hand slowly forced your legs open as wide as possible.

You could feel your face getting hot so you tried your best to ignore it in hopes that it would go away. You lean yourself on your elbows to try to hide what might happen. Her hand slinked its way back under your skirt towards your already pulsing center, gently applying pressure. You jerk a bit at the new sensation so you immediately act like you were readjusting yourself, in turn giving her more access.

This whole time she never looked at you, her face was glued to the boys and their words, which was better for you because who knows what would happen if her baby blues looked at you.

She let her hand caress your core a few more times before the food finally came, releasing you from her tease.

You ate, talked, squirmed, paid, writhed, talked, said goodbye then finally got in the truck.

“Look at you, my good girl,” she smiled at you.

You were on your way home and luckily it was only about 10 minutes away. Her hand found its way back to your thigh and immediately back to your now soaking center. She drew circles as best she could letting you whimper at her actions.

Your breathing became heavier when your legs began to shake slightly.

“Not until we’re home,” her accent was thick.

“Mami, please,” you whine.

“Not. Until. We’re home,” she barked pulling her hand away.

You slumped at the loss of pressure but lucky for you, she turned into the driveway in less than two minutes. As soon as you both made it through the door, she slammed you against it. She grabbed your face for a kiss, when her other hand forced its way into your skirt onto your wet folds. You moan loudly into her mouth as she continues kissing you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” the hand that was on your face moved to your leg and hiked it up over her hips, holding you in place as she worked her magic with the other.

It didn’t take long for you to almost reach climax again and you knew she could tell too.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, cum for me,” she cooed.

And so you did. “Fuck YES,” you scream, your hips jerking with every motion, barely able to stand, holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Moans and whines escape you for a good minute before she allows you to come down.

She kisses your neck tenderly as your catch your breath, “you did so good, babygirl,” she whispers.

All you could do was smile weakly. She picked your other leg up and carried you towards the couch setting you down gently, giving you a small kiss on your landing. “Do you want some ice cream?”

“Oooh, yes please!”

[lucdacuslady]

hi this is my first fic!!! hopefully i’m able to write more :), please send suggestions you have :)

pov: you’ve been dating julien for a few years and accompanied the boys on the tour. you decide that tonight is a special night to pop the question

reader x julien baker fluff

you’re taking your usual spot side stage, a perfect view of your tattooed, some would call a rockstar girlfriend singing her little heart out on stage. on a usual night you are usually obnoxiously screaming every single lyric, and certainly being a spectacle, most fans posting your dance moves and utter love for the boys on twitter. but tonight feels different, your hands have never felt more clammy, and there’s a quiet sense to your extroverted demeanor. something that isn’t normal.

the boys have their last check backstage and the brunette comes up to you wrapping her tattooed hands around your waist. “hey angel, are you okay? you usually are fluttering around, i’ve barely heard a word out of you.” she says pressing a kiss against your temple you stare at lucy and phoebe, “sorry j, it’s nothing, i think i’m just exhausted and ready to be in our actual bed tonight” you say facing her. “ill be alright once the show starts, i’ll be waiting for you right here when you’re finished” you add kissing her.

“i love you baby” she says heading out to her spot on stage

“love you more jb!” you yell back

“see you out there kiddo” lucy says quietly giving your head a small kiss before joining your partner.

~flashback to two weeks prior~

“hey luce?” you say to the ravenette quietly as julien was taking a shower on the bus.

“yeah what’s up?” she says looking up from her book

“so i want to propose to julien, like big time propose and i want y’all involved because you all are all so close, i’ve spoken to her dad, i’ve talked to my parents. i could 1000% go on and on about how much i love your best friend and-”

lucy interrupts you “don’t say anything else, i have a perfect plan” she smiles so big at you.

~end of flashback~

half of the set is already completed, the solo album trio is coming up, with favor first. your hands are sweating as you fiddle with the ring box in your baggy jeans. you changed into a nicer outfit than your standard jb tshirt and jeans. and luckily julien is so enthralled in what’s happening on stage as both of your family flew in to see tonight’s show, she’s truly giving it her all.

you can’t help but tear up when david begins to play. knowing that you watched this trio of songs happen in real time. how much growing you both have done and how much love still remains. favor ends.

“Graceland Too” begins to play…

~flashback to 5 days ago~

you, phoebe and lucy sit in the green room while Julien is on the phone with whom ever.

“okay this is going to be the plan.” phoebe says looking at you. “i’m going to start Graceland, like normal, you’re going to sing the second verse, to the bridge and then we will sing the rest and turn off y’all’s mics so you can “privately” be all sappy” she says sitting back with a smirk on her face.

“that sounds amazing pheebs” you say finally wrapping it around you head you are about to marry your best friend.

~end of flashback~

phoebe begins the song, you just around out of plain sight to get out any last minute nerves and wait for the end of verse one, someone pack stage gives you a microphone and you receive the cue from lucy, who is also holding back tears as it’s common for julien to get so emotional during this part in the lineup.

“she could go home, but she’s not going to”

you walk out

“so she picks a direction it’s 90 to Memphis turns up the music so thoughts don’t intrude predictively winds up, thinking of Elvis and wonders if he believed songs could come true”

you walk out, singing those lyrics which at the time were so true, julien stops dead in her tracks, the crowd screams. you motion at her to take her guitar off. she does and hand it to a person working tech. you shut off the microphone and pull out one of her inears. you grab both of her hands and take a deep breath before staring into this big bambi eyes you love so much.

“julien rose baker, jb, my sweet angel. my personal chef, my moon and my everything, my best friend” you begin

julien is sobbing, lucy and phoebe continue to sing the piece.

“i have loved every second of the past 4 years, i’ve loved growing into a person with my perfect person. and i can’t imagine it any other way. i want to continue to grow this perfect foundation with you, heal the cracks and build a perfect, beautiful chapel with you. you are where i feel safe, where i feel the most like me, you are my perfect person julien, so if you would do me the favor” you say, fumbling for the box in your pocket and jumping to one knee.

“julien rose baker, will you give me the absolute gift of marrying you” you say looking into those large brown orbs again.

she reaches down to you getting on her knees

“jesus christ yes, yes yes yes yes” she tackles you to the floor both of you crying

she rolls the two of you over, kissing you so hard you can’t breathe.

“said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment”

you place the ring on her finger, it fitting beautifully

“i love you baby” you say kissing the side of her head.

“i love you more princess”

the song finishes, lucy and phoebe run over to give a huge hug. both of the sobbing

“congratulations lovebirds” phoebe says “let’s finish this show so we can all celebrate this!!”

[brandogenius]

Hihi i don’t really know how to describe what type of request this is ( blurb? i think) but can we get moments of all of boygenius with a bestfriend that loves stealing their clothes and wearing them around. Bestfriend is a known singer who has been friends with the boys for years and there’s just so many different moments and pictures where they’re in the boys clothes. (I hope i worded this correctly)

you can indeed my love!! i’m sorry this took so long D:

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - the boys & you sharing each others clothes

[phoebe]

you and pb have a similar everyday style. long oversized t-shirts and jeans or shorts. you like to make your own clothes and are known for it. having your own clothing brand you’re often seen wearing the first editions of your clothes. the test starters if you will. the ones that are made as a trial run before the official design comes out.

being close friends with phoebe the two of you love to share clothes. you could be seen wearing one of the boys tour merch hoodies that belonged to phoebe. pb could be spotted by fans with one of your oversized button up’s on.

fans have dedicated twitter accounts like “PHOEBE BRIDGERS WARDROPE!” and it’s all updates on what clothes she is seen wearing and where to buy them, how much. but 99.99% of them are yours that you made first edition so most people get repeats “phoebe was photographed with a fan wearing readers hoodie!”

[Lucy]

you and lucy are almost just almost the same as phoebe. the both of you love going shopping picking up clothes both of you end up liking snd the other ends up buying it. knowing it’ll be swapped back and forth between each other.

“can i wear this skirt today?”

“yeah! if you let me borrow your shirt tomorrow?”

“deal”

a lot of fans notice when you wear the same clothes, they pick up on it quickly. from it being the same jacket or hat. they are quick to freak out. they think it’s cute though.

you have a personalised jacket you decorated yourself with pins and patches that lucy is seen out with the boys one day. nobody is surprised when they find out it’s yours.

[Julien]

you and julien have similar style it’s almost a bit harder to tell when you wear the same clothes.

julien stays over so much at your apartment, her clothes end up having their own little designated area in your closet. same goes for you.

your first show on tour you walk out in a pink tshirt that fans realise is the same shirt julien was seen in the not strong enough mv. it suited you a lot. you ended up adding it to your own collection.

however fear not. julien takes something of yours also. both of you swapping and trading clothes like pokémon cards. she ends up taking a bunch of band t-shirts belonging to you. cutting them up to be a bit shorter / chopping off the sleeves. you didn’t really care, it suited jb and you’re all here for upcycling

[scoobydoodean]

Have you ever been to a Supernatural convention? 👀

I actually have been to one that was local to my area, but I don’t recommend it unless you’re REALLY into the actors or it’s a con that isn’t run by Creation Entertainment (CE). Most if not all U.S. SPN cons are run by CE and I will just say... the amount of money they squeeze out of some of these fans is absolutely fucking nuts.

My friend and I went majorly on the cheap, and ended up ditching often to spend time in city because there honestly wasn't a lot to do at the convention. Watching panels in person was actually a worse experience than watching them online because you can't really see that well over the heads of the people in front of you. People who video the cons to post online usually pay BIG money to sit up front (even people paying hundreds of dollars more than us couldn't really see lmaoooo).

Neither me nor my friend would know what to do with a photo with or autograph from an actor. We just weren't interested in that (especially not at the fucking bonkers prices they charge at CE) and honestly? At least the convention we went to just... revolved around that. It made me realize these events are for people who truly adore the actors to go... adore the actors. There is nothing else there besides that imo—at least not the one I went to. Idk maybe the one we went to just sucked ass. But yeah if you mainly just like the show... don't go. I mean, maybe you could meet other fans there I guess, but I get the feeling people often meet while standing in lines... that me and my friend did not stand in since we didn't wanna pay insane amounts of money for photos or autographs we wouldn't know what to do with 😂.

There were also uh... like fan merchandise tables? Two were selling badly printed tshirts and another was for Jared's supplements.

We did meet two tinhats immediately upon walking in though. 👍 I saw people mad at them later on Twitter for something they asked in the gold panel. 🤣

[unlicensedmortician]

bad movies with j&j: divergent part two electric boogaloo.

- they have multiple personality traits. which means they are the worst people ever.

- i can’t even go “this is such obvious propaganda how is anyone falling for it” bc ive been on twitter recently

- oh girl that haircut is really bad

- that haircut is “this is the first time i’m asking for a masc haircut and the hairdresser my mom took me to just goes with fuckass pixie cut” bad

- “only a divergent can open this box” be so fucking for real. what are you talking about. it’s a magic box? that only a divergent can open? because they’re so special? because they’re acoustic? what are you saying

- hey . what? “i need to kill jeanine” didn’t a large chunk of the plot of the last movie revolve around how tris doesn’t want to kill people. what’s happening

- “tris you can’t just go around killing people”

- caleb. shut up

- “hey how do these people know you? why are they looking for you?” “:)” hey king that’s not? an answer?

- this man’s mother looks like. 28. he looks older than her. what the fuck

- she and tris look the same age?

- four looks like he’s 36. he looks like he has a mortgage. he looks like he doesn’t pay child support. his mother looks 29 at MOST

- THE ACTRESS WAS IN HER FORTIES IN THIS MOVIE?? GIRL WHAT IS UR SKINCARE ROUTINE!!

- tris rocking up in a forever 21 ass outfit

- hey caleb are you wearing a white tshirt a denim flannel and a suit jacket made by carhartt?

- ah yes the ya dystopian female lead uniform: extremely fitted utility vest with 25% of ur back exposed and nothing underneath

- christina girl what was she supposed to do

- “i’ve been assuming all divergents are the same” and you’re supposed to be the smartest bitch alive?

- oh i wonder who could be the most specialist special one of them all

- “sometimes i think i see lights out beyond the wall” wow that’s crazy girl

- jester said she runs like a sim and they’re right oh my god

- i can’t tell if i keep zoning out or if this movie just makes no sense

- this fucking guy again?

- summary execution. average good guy behavior

- wow she’s 100% divergent? she’s who they’ve been looking for? that’s fucking crazy. who could have seen this coming.

- oh shit girl you fucking kilt him

- is this nonbinary representation

- girl how did you get a full beat and a blowout in this economy

- can’t get over how much jeanine looks like a pastors wife

- yeah ok that was a pretty effective way to send a message. also, what the fuck

- i feel like. this whole divergent problem could be solved if you just didn’t mention that they exist and let them pick a faction and stick to it. like they would probably just do that.

- please don’t make me watch them bone on screen i can’t do it

- oh yep she’s turning herself in. thought so

- i feel like most people would be pretty willing to try to stop innocent people from being forced to kill themselves no matter what their dominant personality trait is but ok

- peter is kinda serving cunt tho

- “it’s ok u can kill him if you want we have plenty of guards” “… WHAT” ok. that was funny

- damn they acupunctured her

- i love watching actors do a muscle up that engages absolutely none of their muscles

- unfortunately i just think these trial sims are kinda dumb as hell and i don’t really care that much

- standing in the shower really normally tris

- this movie is almost completely relying on tris being a pretty skinny blonde white girl in order for you to care about what’s happening

- this is giving me a migraine

- tris you look really stupid unfortunately

- hello?? is she fucking dead??? there’s a whole other movie with her in it ??

- also like. what the fuck is in the box

- imagine if it’s just like. a piece of paper that says “i fucked ur mom”

- ok slay go off peter. i guess. sure.

- he’s the realest bitch here

- tris vs tris with an even worse haircut somehow

- honestly couldn’t tell you what happened in that last simulation

- plot twist! the entire base concept of this worldbuilding is fake and made up and contrived!

- so she’s the savior of humanity? with that haircut?

- yeah that’s p average dictator behavior

- do you guys think the milf is gonna end up being the new dictator

- and there’s a whole other movie after this ¿? this sort of feels like. the conclusion.

- she’s soooooo special. oh my god. what ever

- oh fours mom shot jeanine. ok

final thoughts: hm? huh? what? this has to be one of the stupidest things i’ve ever seen. sorry to everyone who was really into this in 2014 i will not be changing my opinion. how do i get @ghostcasket back for showing this to me i genuinely can’t think of anything

[genderkoolaid]

Honestly, I was not expecting that kind of a response, thank you. And yeah, I guess I am just kinda hurting, when I was a small little trans boy in a small little Christian town, online trans spaces were the only place I could go and so many of them were filled with transfems putting down transmascs. And I guess it’s just kinda like, after you see enough of that shit you just kinda give up on having an ally in that group. Because yeah one or two isn’t bad, but when it’s constant like it is in a lot of Reddit/twitter spaces which was where my trans ass was, seeing people saying we should all just band together and forget our differences, idk, it just kinda hits me as naive. Obviously this isn’t to put down transfems, no group is a monolith, there’s just a very vocal minority of transfems who I had my first experiences with and it was like, okay, what the fuck am I trying to do allying with these ppl. Idk, it still seems a little bit fantastical to all band together. Plus pretty much (especially white) transfem I’ve met believes they are in some way more oppressed for being trans even if they acknowledge trans men “kinda face oppression too”, idk, it just seems like lumping us all together is like putting us in a get along tshirt and not realizing that some ppl don’t want to be around ppl who have historically hurt them a lot. Idk.

It makes sense that when you hear transunity your first thought is of the people who have hurt you the most, and that must have been traumatizing. The online community in general tends to emphasize the most divisive opinions & also tends to be dominated by the more privileged and sheltered people in the community, which is why many people find that people they meet in physical spaces tend to have much more diverse and open opinions. When that's the dominant way you experience the community, it definitely leaves you feeling like community is doomed to fail. This (both intra-community violence in general and transandrophobia specifically) has been allowed to fester in trans spaces for far too long. I get how while you logically know its a small minority your view of trans solidarity has been stained by that & that can be really hard to change, especially when that kind of thing is still a problem in the community.

If you want my opinion: taking care of your own mental health, especially as it relates to gender, and exposing yourself to transfems & other trans people who are openly supportive of transmasc activism, is vital. Running this blog I've found a lot of transfems who support the conversation around transandrophobia, including people who are extremely supportive and vocal about it. When you see people like that more and more, you start to focus on the ways we can help each other more than the ways we harm each other. I see other trans people talking about transandrophobia and transunity and it affirms to me how they are people who take this seriously and want to build a safer community for everyone. cipheramnesia is a pretty big transfem blogger who's been vocally supportive of transmasc activism discussing transandrophobia, and the reason I got into this discussion in the first place was through seeing a trans woman talk about it and insist that it wasn't inherently transmisogynistic and that transmascs do deserve to be heard about the details of our oppression. I may have never made this blog at all if it weren't for transfems being vocal allies of transmasc activism.

I've also seen a lot of trans people with awful, divisive, and bigoted takes; I know those come from people who are also hurting, who are lashing out at people they have biases against because it lets them feel some kind of control and release. Its tempting to step back and leave the whole thing behind- and if that's what you need to do for your mental health and safety, that is your right. But to me, the hardest and most important thing about activism is acknowledging how real change has to come from opening up and making connections and risking pain and rejection for the sake of transformation.

Transunity is, fundamentally, about taking that risk because we know its the only way we can unwork the thing that keeps all of us oppressed, the only thing that truly and consistently benefits from the infighting. Transunity is a direct response to the behavior you describe, created by trans people from multiple different groups. Its still very, very young as a movement but the more it grows, hopefully, the more people who will be vocal about the issues in our community and how open discussion and active solidarity are vital to our liberation. There may always be discourse and assholes lashing out, but there will also always be people putting in the work and showing compassion, so those people will find each other and work for the betterment of everyone, including those trying to tear each other apart.

Like I said, its also important to take care of your mental health. Alienation from your community is traumatizing (as plenty of aspec people can tell you), and that leaves you with defense mechanisms meant to keep you safe that can be hard to get rid of. I think transmasc-focused spaces can be really, really helpful in healing that kind of trauma and help you feel much more stable and supported in your transness & as a person, which in turn makes you more willing to take that risk and open up for a chance at solidarity and community. A lot of times, you need to take care of yourself and get in a good place before you can really engage in community activism, so I don't blame you at all for being wary of transunity when you are obviously still hurting. Healing is fucked up and messy and its alright to have complex emotions about people and things while you are dealing with that pain. Like I said, at the end of the day I wish you the best, and I hope you find yourself a community that supports you like you deserve.

[momentswithmani]

As I arrived to the place, I had a smooth check in. Although I was on a pretty lengthy line, I was still able to go in the front of the stage. DJ Miss Milan was also encouraging more folks to move closer to the stage, which was reassuring. I was dancing a lot to the music she was playing, and she would notice me being so lit a couple of times.

Once she started playing “Water” by Tyla, she decided to hold a contest for free tickets. Two young black women were doing the choreo for the song. DJ Milan was like “make some noise if you think this person went hard” to both of them. Afterwards, she was like “it’s unfair to put two black queens together, so you both get a free ticket!” Which I thought was dope.

Fast forwarding to my queen, fave, and amazingly multitalented artist Rakiyah’s chance to perform. She had a dope entrance. It was giving space galaxy, alien communication type of entrance. One part of her outfit was lit up, and her aesthetic was *chef kiss*. I made it a mission to get noticed easily by her in the crowd. I yelled “I love you Rakiyah!”, she responded “I love you too baby!” and I was hyped. She performed for the rest of the show as an opening act, and I was vibing along.

The headliner named Jai’Len Josey put on a great performance too. It’s my first time knowing about her, and I knew I needed to tap into her discography! I was right near her family + best friend whom I complimented. She does RnB herself, and got the crowd lit with her amazing energy. It gave me the impression majority of the people in the crowd were there for her, which was dope.

After the show, I figured I’ll go to the back where they were selling merch. I went over to her section, saw she was standing near, and I freaked out. I went up to her, and asked for a selfie first. Then, I told her who I was, and that I’m the girl she saw in the front of the crowd. I proceeded to tell her about me discovering her since around 2018.

From her music video “Like You”, to us interacting on Twitter, to me interacting with her in her Discord group chat, we slowly started to build history. As soon as I mentioned Discord, she was like “was that the conversation when we talked about my artist development + me needing recommendations?” I responded “yes, that was the convo!”.

At the time, I was willing to give her some critiques, such as posting more of the content that helps her get around, and the type of videos that work for her the most. Around the end of that convo, I told her my name Mani/Amani. It was a way for her to remember me, since I consistently had the name MomentsWithMani. She said, “wow, I can finally put a face to the name”. I responded, “yep, this is all me!”.

I was telling her how proud I was of her journey, how good her performance was, how on brand and dope the intro to her performance was, and started telling her how much of her merch I have. One of the key merch, was the poster she was giving out from one of her first releases that she signed that I still have on my wall. I also have her “Like You” poster and a tshirt of her. I also got a keychain from her some years back.

I also asked about her outfit, which unsurprisingly she put it together herself like the creative queen she is! She expressed her sentiments on how grateful and appreciative she was of my support. How I’m one of her biggest “Rockets” (her fandom name), and she was in awe of me being around and contributing to her journey in my own way. Her finding out I was the one in the front who was also the same person that interacted with her for years online, her face was giving 🤯😦😧😲.

She was just like “wow”. I explained to her that I’ve waited years to meet her after following her for a while now, and I was glad to get the opportunity of seeing her perform. I came out to show her support, since it was very necessary that I do so. She had thanked me, and appreciated the support I’ve had towards her throughout the years. As we said our farewells, I was in a high about me interacting with her in person for the first time, and the experience was way better than I expected.

[brainbuffering]

Love's In Sight Review

A: Uoyama, T: Nova Skipper, L: Kyla Aiko, E: Jack Carrillo Concordia 

[ID: English Cover for "Love's In Sight" Vol 1. A teenage girl in a pink sweater vest and skirt school uniform presses herself up against a teenage boy dressed all in black. He has a black emo style haircut that covers one eye, but shows off a large scar across the other. She has wide blue eyes that are not looking directly at the boy. In one hand she holds a cane. Her other hand is feeling his face, a thumb stuck in his open mouth. He looks Incredibly flustered.]

"Love blooms between a tough delinquent boy and a spunky girl with a vision impairment! Morio Kurokawa is the toughest-looking tough guy around. Yukiko Akaza is a self-possessed girl with a vision impairment attending a school for the blind. The whole city fears Morio, but Yukiko sees the real him-he's a soft sweetheart who's just searching for his place in the world! Mori the Black Panther has won over a hundred fights. He's beloved by his goons and feared by the public. But now, he faces his biggest challenge yet when he meets Yukiko...and falls in love at first sight! Can Morio outgrow his delinquent roots and turn over a new leaf for his unexpected love?" 

When I first heard about this book, my immediate thought was that of complete and utter dread. I assumed from the plot summary and the cover image that it was just going to be a series of jokes at the expense of the female protagonist. Because haven't we all seen that before? Disabled people being the butt of all the joke and never the one making them, despite disabled people being some of the funniest folks around? 

But upon finding out via Twitter that the translator, Nova Skipper, had low vision as a child which was partially corrected by surgery, and that the book was inspired by the mangaka’s experience with her father's sight loss, I became more interested. If the translator understood what it was like to be visually impaired, then I could at least rely on some level of authenticity. 

And boy oh boy am I super glad I gave this series a shot! Disclaimer as always, whilst I am physically disabled, I am not Visually Impaired. Or rather, my Visual Impairment comes in the form of double vision that is corrected by medication and only requires I sometimes wear an eye patch/black out lens. Therefore I cannot confidently say whether the series is ableist towards visually impaired people or not, but without a shadow of a doubt it absolutely has its heart in the right place! 

The series takes a real hard look (no pun intended) at the different struggles people with visual impairments and other disabilities face all whilst being genuinely funny and heart-warming. The jokes are never at Yukiko's expense, if anything they're targeted at the able-bodied people around her! And when her visual impairment is used for laughs, it's in a way that feels natural and that she can own. For example, when she bumps into Morio because he is wearing all black and she cannot differentiate between him and a tree, so he runs off to buy fluorescent clothing resulting in an easy to spot boyfriend but a man she doesn't want to be seen dead with. 

[ ID: Morio and Yukio stand outside a clothes shop. Morio is dressed in a pair of jeans, a long sleeved TShirt, and a mesh vest with a smiley love heart on it. The TShirt is labelled as being orange, the jeans red, and the vest black and day glow yellow. "Spar-KILL" sound effects dot around him. M: "How's this, am I easier to see?" Y: "You're easier to see… but harder to be seen WITH." ]

The series does a wonderful job of explaining what it means to be visually impaired, and the different forms that can take. Uoyama uses her medium superbly to give the reader an excellent idea of just what Yukiko's level of vision is. And whilst the fact that it started out as a Pixiv Comic means that the layouts are rather samey (always just four horizontal panels), it's clear that she chose manga as a means to tell this story for a reason. Even if comics are sadly still an inaccessible format for many visually impaired people…. 

[ID: Panel 1) A highly satirised image of a public park in black and white where no details can be made out. There are "Vroom" and "tweet tweet sound effects" Y: Here's fine Kurokawa. M: For real? Let me walk you home. Y: I'm familiar with the way back. 

Panel 2) A highly saturated head shot of Morio where none of his facial features can be made out save for a vague outline of his eyes and mouth. M: Well, okay. I wanted to but… 

Panel 3) Same image again. M: What's up Miss Yukiko? Y: …. 

Panel 4) Half body shot of Morio with his hand stretched out. There are even fewer of his facial features visible. There is a "Tap Tap" sound effect to imply that Yukiko is walking away with help of her cane. Y: It's nothing. Bye. M: Huuuuuh? I wanna know! ]

On a personal note, I really related to the complicated relationship between Yukiko and her older sister. The way in which she felt smothered by her constant attention and concerns, whilst also understanding that she does need help with things. Mostly though, Yukiko just wants to live as a teenager who makes their own poor decisions. It can be difficult to get the balance right as a disabled person between getting the help you need and having the independence you crave. Between doing what is sensible, and doing what is fun. For me, that was staying up past midnight to go to convention parties even though I knew it would increase my seizure risk, for Yukiko that's wearing the shiny and pretty high heels her boyfriend buys for her even though they're a major trip hazard. 

The story doesn't just focus on Yukiko's experience of the world though. In volume two, it's clear that the Mangaka instends to show how society's snap judgments and so called "norms" harm everyone. Morio is shown to struggle as a child because of how his grandmother's lack of wealth and poor vision means he wears tattered second hand clothes. In adult life, he's shown to find it nearly impossible to find even a basic job because people make snap judgments about him because of his facial scar, something that is completely beyond his control. In an incredibly touching flashback, we're shown how a queer character is made to feel angry, and vulnerable, simply because he must live in a society that views him and the way he loves as "different" and "other". 

This book isn't just for disabled people, it's for anyone who has ever felt like they've been left out by society or judged prematurely based on things beyond their control. It's about making connections between people, and embracing both our individualities and our similarities. I would say it does an excellent job of showing the importance of understanding solidarity between seemingly different marginalised social groups, and I very much look forward to finding out what happens in volume 3, which should be coming out in the UK sometime soon.

[explode-this]

Re: last reblog:

The thing that finally flipped the switch, that got me from Bulimia All Day Every Day 24/7/365 NEVER STOP, was realizing that if I was ever going to be well I had to accept one very simple thing:

Being fat is not the end of the world.

This is not easy thing to accept, because we live in a world that says exactly that. Where you can read whole Twitter threads full of self-loathing people who would rather die early of a disease that requires the use of steroids to control than be made fat by their medication. Where doctors might not find your cancer until it’s way too fucking late because they assume any sign of ill-health is because you’re DEATHFAT (that’s what people generally mean when they say “obese,” so I’m just not sugarcoating it—plus I feel so much more metal blithely describing myself as not just fat but DEATHFAT). Where the merest hint of fat body representation in conjunction with positivity brings out a mewling crowd of Concerned Citizens™️ to sniffle and say “well I’m all for body positivity, but some people take it TOO FAR.”

I had to go on a calorie-restricted diet before I had my gallbladder out last April. It became my full-time job, just watching everything like a hawk, being on it for twice the amount of time than is usually prescribed (you know, because DEATHFAT). I was weak, I was tired, I was petrified I was going to be full bulimic again in a matter of weeks. I did in fact purge once because I freaked out about eating a few too many crackers. Getting medical help shouldn’t do that to you, but here we are.

But I didn’t fall back into that behavior. I didn’t start hating myself or exercising too much out of shame. I did begin going to the skating rink with regularity again, but it wasn’t just to burn calories or “earn” my food, the way I used to. It was to have FUN. It was to enjoy the muscle memory and skills I built over years of roller derby instead of letting my skates sit and gather dust. (Derby, I might add, was a time in my life where the combination of so much training and being on ADHD meds for the first time and going all the way back to active bulimia meant a massive weight loss—and well-meaning “friends” telling me that i “looked like a person now!” Team Captain, I love you, but girl—fuck off.)

I understand that there will ALWAYS be people who think they know what I’m eating or doing with my life by looking at me. People I can skate circles around, mind you. People who have never tried my cooking and see how jam-packed it is with vegetables. People who don’t know how many years of other people’s opinions I had to shrug off to wear the cute clothes I enjoy instead of oversized, misshapen garbage garments to hide from the world as to not offend someone else’s delicate sensibilities.

But being fat is not the end of the world.

I don’t worry about the size of my ass. I don’t worry about what my arms look like in tshirts. I don’t try to hide my soft tum-tum or disguise my thighs. I move my body because I love to move my body. I eat vegetables because they’re delicious and frankly I don’t know how to cook meat. I eat a bacon cheeseburger every week after Wednesday skating because it’s delicious.

It takes a very long time to get here. But it’s worth it.

I’d rather be kind, and funny, and smart, and well-read, and crafty, and creative, AND fat, than waste my life doing only some of those things and being cranky and self-obsessed because I’m wasting too much time trying not to be fat.

So if this is the opposite of every message you ever see out there, I want you to know this truth, delivered to you from the bottom of my plump little soul:

Being fat is not the end of the world.

[spuddlespud]

Manuscript Search/Find the Word Tag

Tagged by:

@primroseprime2019 💜: walk, surprise, allow and impress

@blind-the-winds 💜: young, yearn, yelp, yellow, and yes.

@eccaiia 💜: happy, hurt, head, hour, and hole!

@winterandwords 💜: thought, though, through and tough

I tag: @aohendo @inkspellangel @talesofsorrowandofruin @ahordeofwasps @bardic-tales @untethereddreams @theglitchywriterboi @junypr-camus @frostedlemonwriter

Your words are: run, rain, real, road

Walk

So when Charlie just walked up to her and said with a smile ‘You’ll never guess what happened last night!” Andi knew she was in for some tale of the miraculous, some fresh nonsense.

Surprise - A Workers Guide to Demonology

I'm the first to admit that I detest most things about this human meatsack I'm lugging around, but it has a nice belly, a belly that can hold plenty of sustenance for my soul-devouring spirit. I'm surprised that I'm starting to feel somewhat...protective of this body. It almost feels like it's me that's been insulted by the titters around the office and the insolent humans eye roll.

Allow - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Language!" Despite having the foulest mouth of any sentient being Riley had ever known, Sadie took every little opportunity to chastise her crew for the same faux pas. She said living beings should know better. AI's had a lot of shit to remember and deal with, as well as stupid crews putting them in stupid situations, they could be allowed a little swear every now and again, as a treat.

Impress - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas

Saph was just having a peaceful morning minding her own business and  polishing her knife collection when Skully clattered into the room. The  necromancer wasted no time in sweeping Saph’s mini workshop half off the  table and replacing it with an impressive pile of papers and books. It  was only thanks to Saph’s well developed reflexes that she managed to  save her magic polish from a tumble to the floor.

Young - Contained World Potions

So, young apprentice, whatever you do, don't you dare open the Contained World.

Yearn - none

Yelp - Untitled

Erika's sword swung down, meeting the knights shield with a clang and following through with a kick to his kneecap. The other knight let out an undignified yelp, only just managing to keep his balance.

Yellow - Old Inn Door

Mabel pushed the sheets of her body, revealing her old yellowing slip. Her hair stuck up in a sweaty clump on her forehead, leaving her jealous of Robin's short cropped hair.

Yes - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

Her malleable little human soul is no match for my domineering spirit. Even a level 1 demon would be able to...Harry! Molly! Yes it's me can you hear me?"

Happy - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat

Séamus burst through the window twittering and going on and on about Midnight and all the uncouth things the cat had done. Bathsheba tuned most of it out, focusing on the herbs she was trying to organise into the correct order on the wall. She let out a low hum every once in a while to keep Séamus happy as he twittered on.

Hurt - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

"How dare you refer to me, the burner of galaxies, the tamer of snakes as 'it'?!"

"Ah look you've hurt its feelings now"

"It!?"

Head - Untitled Werewolf WIP

John's pale skin looked washed out under the fluorescent light of the office. His head was in his hands.

Hour - A Short Way to An Angry AI

As funny as the 'your majesty' caper had been, Celeste could tell it was starting to get on Riley's nerves. They'd been stewing in their room for the last two hours after the burnt toast and toilet incident, and when a crew consists of two humans and an AI there isn't really any space for long term disagreements. That's how disasters happened.

Hole - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

The other one, in a holey tshirt and scruffed up hair, seems more amused than concerned. "Feeling a bit worse for wear?"

Thought

But the fears and the sins of you alive humans are just another thing entirely. Another dialect almost, as your species is very clever at distracting yourselves above ground. I suppose your brains only have room for a limited number of thoughts at a time.

Though - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"It's nothing you haven't said before, Sadie," Celeste admonished, before turning to Riley.  "She has a point though, it was a bit insulting."

Through - A Short Way to an Angry AI

"Riley....Riley." The ever calm voice spread throughout the room, cutting into Riley's sleep. Fucking AIs!

Riley rolled over with a groan, pulling their pillow over their head. "Sadie, power down."

"'Sadie, power down'" the mocking voice repeated "You disabled that command remember. You said you we're fed up with missing your wake up call."

Tough

“Go fuck yourself”

“I’d rather fuck you”

“Tough, I’m too busy doing monster things”

[honorary-fool]

My Wisp Dolls!!

bc I've mentioned wanting to show them once or twice and then never.. did that

SO

under the cut 'cus it'll be LONG between image size & mini rambles/text blurbs in between them

I'd also like to add these guys are roughly life-sized, based on comparison of wisp venti's size to the bard's head in screenshots from The Boy and the Whirlwind animation

The original, the one, the only, TB (originally meant to stand for Tiny Barbatos, but at this point it alternates between that and Tiny Bastard), the one that stared it all in June of 2021

he is also the only one w/ a name bc I didn't expect to make so many more

I know you're not supposed to play favorites w/ your children but THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE I LOVE HIM

this li'l one's my second wisp. They've been to a lotta places with me, and even have been to comic con! (/srs - a prop for my Nameless Bard cosplay)

they're what started the actual trend of me making these lil fellows ; I wanted to take TB on vacation with me but got scared bc I didn't know how to clean felt, so I made a second one a few days before our trip with t-shirt fabric. I've smuggled them into school a few times too

i never gave the third a name, but they look like they'd be namedFrank

they were an experiment to see how non-stretchy fabric worked with the pattern (Which was primarily drafted for use with felt, as that's my go-to sewing medium)

They uh... no longer exist (which looking back on, I'm sad about, I wish I kept them instead of [redacted])

One of my partners affectionately calls this one the strawberry wisp

They're actually based on art by Ceri_obt on twitter, of their corruption AU venti and the wisp form to go with it

I planned to add chains from the craft store and then I didn't

their eyes also used to swivel bc of how I unintentionally sewed the buttons in ; after awhile they got too loose, so i just hot-glued them into the above position.

I guess you could say they have a case of... resting wisp face?

Eh? ... No? Okay, moving on-

I wanted to experiment with how I attached the flowy part, and I had more spare tshirt fabric, hence.. this li'l fellow

I don't have much to say, just that they too were an experiment

..that sounds really concerning out of context

This one was actually for a friend's birthday! I fucked up the stitching on their back a li'l but other than that they're relatively normal /lh

my friend also used them as a reaction image for the next few days after I gave them to him so counting that as a W

they're my latest one, made early December of 2022

BONUS IMAGES OF TB!!!

This is how they look after ~2 years of being cuddled and well-loved- I like the pilled texture truthfully, it feels nicer than you'd think

the fabric marker on their antenna & wing have signficantly faded, which sucks, but hey, it's alright!

they're so tiny that they get thrown around during sleep unfortunately and end up in silly situations

this is one of those, found literally this morning

it looks like they're having an existential crisis & is using my pillow as a weighted blanket alternative /j

and there we go! all 6 wisps (I feel like i'm missing one but i genuinely cannot remember / find any pictures I took of them upon creation, sooo,,,)

[skepticalarrie]

Hi,

Do you really believe in this checkers theory going around in twitter? And the bbg ending? I'm only 3 months into the fandom and for some reason I feel it may not be that easy.I could be wrong.

Hey, love! I think I’m a bit out of the loop with these twitter theories, I don’t know if there was anything recently that got people talking about it all over again. But in general, no, I don’t. I think people started talking about this theory quite some time ago and I had the feeling both HL kind of engaged with it at some point, it was interesting! Harry wore a Kiwi tshirt + checkered pattern trousers and that was a thing, I’m here for it. But I think people are lacking context while making so many of those theories in the first place, it’s not really my thing… It’s definitely missing something more solid.

Plus, I don’t believe babygate is ending. I think HL sometimes doing things that acknowledge it, doesn’t mean it’s a *warning* like it’s about to be over. I understand that they really foreshadowed babygate a lot, so people could be looking for clues on a more positive note.. but from my experience around here, when something is over, it’s over. They don’t make a treasure hunt out of it. But regardless of that, I just think babygate is pretty much irreversible at this point, I don’t feel positive that it will end any time soon. Unfortunately.

[wherewhereare]

I guess all those who get a little pissed every time someone makes a B drinks to much or he is always drinking joke etc better hold onto their hats. Barmagedon is coming and you bet it looks like B and C will be getting their drinks on while hosting. Carson makes it sound like him and B sit around drinking a lot to be honest I am always taken back when I see C’s tattoos. I never knew anything about him until they started really hanging out with B&G. We always see him in suits on the V so the 1st time saw him with a tshirt on I was wow I didn’t expect that. I think we may see a lot diff side of B we haven’t not that he is dumb enough to get trashed on the show is is a professional but his trash talking may ramp up some. I’d say that C may be this biggest surprise trash talker if he has a few drinks I guess we will see.

Yeah, Blake's trash talking will pick from what he has been doing the last few years, but I highly doubt that it will go back to the level that it was Pre-Gwen, where he got into trouble. But I am still in the opinion most of it was from peeps who are "anal" and can't take a joke. In addition, why does this fandom give a damn about a very, I mean very small, small population of people that go ballistic over comments. Peeps here give twitter way too much weight.

[whosname]

Stealing/boosting Id from fingerstealer

[Image ID: screenshots of a Twitter thread composed of replies.

The original poster, lady of sophistication posted: Props to anyone who tries to be fashionable in ireland i wore a red beret once in waterford and someone called me super mario

Patrick Bogan replied: Early 90s Omagh, bloke comes into the bar wearing a puffa jacket, 120 notes it cost, everyone is mocking him, barman says 'not sure why you're mocking him I've one of those at home…' lad getting mocked "See?" Barman continues 'aye its round the immersion heater' uproar

Gerry Barry replied: There's a lad is Cork who is called "Chili", because his father's name is Con Kearney.

Loic Wright replied: wore a suit with a matching tie and pocket square to my first day of work at an advertising company (I thought was going to be in Mad Men I guess) and the staff sent around and signed a communion card for me with a fiver in it.

Matthew replied: once wore a silver jacket to college, turned up late for class, said 'sorry I'm late', lecturer said, 'that's ok' then waited til I was halfway across the front of the full class before following up with 'trouble with the spaceship again was it?'.

someone replied: I was wearing my super-fashionable short trench coat. My friend took one look at me wearing the jacket and said, "Where are we off to now, Columbo?"

Chasing Breaking_Graham Macken replied: A friend wore a Superman tshirt walking down a street in Navan when a car slowed down and shouted "some Superman you are and you walkin"!!

Jennifer Forde replied: My sister was in France sporting a new trench coat, thought was so stylish, but went into an Irish bar and got called Inspector Gadget by the first guy that saw her

Eóin Ó Coileáin replied: I wore a white, wool turtle-neck jumper to the match once and a fella in the pub said 'Where have you parked the U-boat?'.

Eoin O Neill replied: Was wearing a vintage nike jacket in a very long que for drinks at a boxing match when a Belfast lad goes "fuck me this is taking forever, your man has been here since the 80's"

joe stodge replied: a brick layer I used to work with walked by a sales rep wearing pointy shoes and he asked him "what the fuck are those for, kicking the eyes out of spiders?"

Tweets not in the thread: Ciara McShane tweeted: One day was wearing a dress and knee boots, in Armagh, and someone shouted across the street to me "someone thinks they're in hollyoaks"

Philip Nolan tweeted: One my colleagues had an ankle-length dark green serge greatcoat, and when he burst through the office doors one day, another looked up and said: "What news of Stalingrad?"

End image ID.]

Respectfully, Ireland is the best country on the planet