#twitter posts extended

[roanandthearc]

spacedogs as those aliens from twitter

[skeletalheartattack]

Do you have a bluesky?

i do not, no.

[myopicry]

reddit is easy pickings I know I know I know but I was genuinely shocked to see how easy it was to immediately find something that made me uncomfortable/slightly more peeved at the state of it all

the post--a fair and common sentiment for lesbians to experience. men are dumbasses and say shit like this all the time. frustrating for sure:

so, if you were someone who has any sense of respect or basic decency on respecting lesbians (+women in general tbh) when they speak, and you were perhaps a trans woman who might not really understand the truly frustrating experience of your sexuality being belittled and disrespected like this, wouldn't you simply let this one post go and not leave a comment as it is not something you have meaningfully experienced and thus don't need to add commentary?

well:

anyway good reminder that I should frankly never use reddit ever again sigh

bonus good comment that is weirdly more applicable than maybe the user intended:

anyway that's all from me thanks for indulging my public pettiness once more o7

[ashleyishere24]

what if at the end of the hunger games Katniss Everdeen says “Katniss Everdeen, what a joke,” and cuts and bleaches her hair in President Snows honour

[aroceu]

donation (by @6480Y on twitter; reposted with permission)

[deepsixsquid]

Gettin back to editing with a match that's close to my heart Been stepping things up and last season showed some promising results!

[sinkat]

Publicly posting creative work when you have *severe* rejection sensitive dysphoria is such a bitch. I can't even look at chapter 2 of this new story without being upset, and all I have to do is edit it to post... but my brain won't stop with the "why bother?" and "no one wants this."

Scratch that, I can't even be excited about it or think positively about it at this point. The whole thing is tainted because I'm misdirecting mountains of very real IRL stress and frustration right into convincing myself that my creative work is shit, while using single digit engagement numbers on Twitter and AO3 evidence of that. (I gave up on tumblr a long time ago, and good thing, too, considering how much stuff I chuck here and get... literally zero response.)

And then, of course, there's the guilt associated with this blanket-statement kind of thinking - you know, "no one wants this" - when at least a couple of people like it. I know I'm being ungrateful and that the standard of "success" isn't how many internet strangers decided to click a like button.

But I still can't help thinking, like... at what point do you take a hint and just stop?

[arihi]

I kept trying to say something, and Spider would interrupt me with pleasure/trance every single time. She’d wake me back up, ask what I was going to say, and interrupt me again. Eventually I took it as a non-verbal suggestion that I couldn’t say it - I knew what I wanted to say, but couldn’t form the exact words. Pantomiming worked, texting didn’t. Mind blowing.

Eventually I wound up overcoming it by describing myself wanting to say the sentence, instead of just saying it outright. If that isn’t witch magic rules lawyering, I don’t know what is. Hypnosis is bullshit. (But also magic?)

[monkeebratz]

do I need a new couch?

Yes? No?? Kinda??? My roommates have assimilated my old one and I don't want it back after it's no doubt gotten guinea pig pee on it

So new couch it it!

[amourarmor]

I’d love to see an Au where Lucia’s fathers managed to survive and kick down lord goldbrens door(Kirsis father, sorry I’m bad with names) and demand their daughter back. Lol

I absolutely adore suitor armor!!! It’s the highlight of my Fridays xx thx so much for making it x

First off have to correct the second half of this! I am not affiliated with Suitor Armor in any official sense! By that I mean I have no hand in the creation of the comic, or any hand in managing or moderating any social medias/the official discord for Suitor Armor. I'm just a dude with a special interest and a bit of a crush/gender envy for our resident mage.

The creator of Suitor Armor is actually @thepurpah (with her twitter here) and I fully recommend sharing your love for the comic as well as checking out her other stuff directly!

ANYWHO!

Honestly an au where Lucia is able to be raised by either Larkin and/or Stowyn would be such a cool idea. Her being more in touch with her fairy roots, maybe having her have connections with Quinn and Octavia, and seeing the story more from the Fairies side of things rather than from the human side of things.

If anyone writes or draws stuff based off of that (or anything else if people want), please do tag/message me and I'll reblog/share links

[s0fter-sin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Additional Tags: Ficlet, Past Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shirakumo Oboro/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Horror, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sleep Paralysis, Unreliable Narrator Series: Part 3 of Soft’s Twt Threads Summary:

There’s something dead outside his window.

[rancidrubysoho]

i've talked a good bit with one of my best friends about this but i think one of the worst parts abt being transfem online (especially on this site but the internet as a whole) is that you're really never Allowed to just. relax and lurk social media. because unless you keep an EXTENSIVE blocklist and muted terms list and also close your eyes when you scroll you can't do anything to avoid posts about how everything sucks and the world is hell and there's no hope for anyone ever

obviously that's not to say "people should stop talking about transmisogyny because it makes me uncomfortable", it's to say "it fucking sucks that a solid 40% of the time i spend online has to be devoted to seeing shit that makes me miserable". all scrolling is doomscrolling when all posts are doomposts, y'know?

in general the internet has never been the super hopeful positive place people try to act like web-1.0 was (no internet that thinks the pain olympics are cool is as wholesome 100 as tumblr pretends it is) but it just feels more and more like a collective pit of sorrow and misery and self-pity.

i should write more transgender yuri

[josouhenshin]

I've been doing some digging to see if I can find any kind of guide or play report on trans 2 to try and set some expectations. it's... predictably pretty slim pickings. most of the results are just different storefronts that offer the download, or database entries with like the name of a romance option and not much further info

but there were a couple of blog posts I was able to find:

one of them was just a really brief blurb about how the poster visited a game store and snagged a flyer about it. they uploaded some scans of the ad which is kinda fun, but jury's out on whether they ever actually played it. the blog seems to have been consistently pretty active for the last 20 years, but I haven't really tried to read much else there.

the other one I found is a short review/let's play that basically confirms everything I was scared of lmao. the romance routes are heavily dependent on outfit choices (of course) and it sounds like the author (furi) failed a couple of romance routes at the last second due to not wearing the right stuff. hopefully the quiz on the site is enough to go off of there. some of the posts also include some outfits that worked for them, but the files aren't images, so I think they probably go in the outfit viewer bonus feature thing, which I don't have access to yet for some reason.

furi also seems generally irritated about the changes to the formula and art style between games. which like, it is a very big shift. it sounds like the first one was much easier to brute force also, which spells disaster for yours truly.

oh, and they drew some fanart of their favorite character, yuu:

cute! I believe they describe her like: "she's that one ayanami-like character every eroge has, but I liked her the most anyway."

the rest of furi's site is pretty neat, they have a ton of pics of them doing crossplay, and it seems like quite a bit of discussion about media, fashion, and motorsports. sadly the last update was in 2013, and since posts on the social media site they linked seem to have ended around 2015 or so, the trail went cold there. I hope they've been doing well since then.

[biennatodd]

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody...

Pairing: JZX/JC Endgame; but it features some elements of WWX/JC too. Rated: M CWs: Alcohol Use, Underage (JC is 16, JZX and WWX are 19), Violence, Making Out, Dubcon (Everyone is under the influence, but consent is given), College AU

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

———————–

Jiang Cheng somehow winds up in the kitchen doing jello shots that are WAY too strong with Wei Wuxian. 

It’s admittedly fun, but he ends up tapping out after just two, unable to tolerate the taste and texture any more than that. It’s too slimy and too wet and the way it slides down his throat makes him shudder in a bad way. Plus the tequila is cheap as fuck and he can taste it even through the jello flavor.

The two of them move to the living room? Or at least Jiang Cheng thinks it’s the living room, to dance to a few songs. But Jiang Cheng ends up losing Wei Wuxian in the crowd while Wei Wuxian screams for Lan Wangji. 

It’s fine. It was getting to be a bit much anyway. Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to dance anymore. 

Instead he hobbles over to one of the couches, all but collapsing into it. He can definitely feel the buzz starting to hit, and it’s going a looooong way toward making this party a lot more bearable. He tilts his head back against the weirdly plush sofa, and just lets the walls spin for a moment while he catches his breath. 

After a while, he makes his way back to the kitchen, sweaty and overheating and desperately thirsty. Of course, Jin Zixuan is there, making his own drink out of what looks like some kind of jungle juice. Or at least, that’s what Jiang Cheng thinks it’s called when they put too many alcohols and juices and actual pieces of fruit into a single huge... water dispenser thing?? The thing that releases the juice into your cup. Jiang Cheng doesn’t know! English is difficult enough when sober. Jiang Cheng frowns at the massive not-barrel, cursing it in his mind for making him feel like an idiot, but after a few seconds decides to put his head down on the cold counter and just enjoy the chill instead. Jin Zixuan offers him a little half smile, and Jiang Cheng smiles back before Jin Zixuan is sliding his cup over to him. 

“Here. Want it?”  

Jiang Cheng eyebrows furrow in doubt. 

“And what’s THIS supposed to be?”

“A peace offering. Or.. A second attempt at least.” Jin Zixuan rolls his eyes. “C’mon. You literally WATCHED me make it.”

 ( Do you ALWAYS have to do what Wei Wuxian tells you? )

Jiang Cheng frowns, snatching the cup. At this point, doubting the other boy would just make him seem like an ass. 

...plus he was REALLY thirsty. 

He chugs the (surprisingly tasty) concoction and ignores the fact that alcohol will not cure his thirst, while Jin Zixuan sets about making his own drink to match. It’s pretty peaceful, each of them nursing their own cup in silence. Or at least, as much silence as you can get in the kitchen of an absolutely raging house party. Which is.. more than you would expect honestly. But still loud as all fuck.

He doesn’t know how get from point A to point B, but one moment Jiang Cheng is just vibing, enjoying the way the bass of the music pulses through his entire body, and the next he and Jin Zixuan are practically falling all over themselves laughing. Jiang Cheng can’t even remember why or what the hell was so fucking funny. And then one of them gets a little TOO giddy and ends up knocking over an entire bottle of... something, onto the floor.

Of course, drunken logic tells them to panic, and instead of cleaning it up like sensible people, they immediately run away from the scene and pretend as though they had nothing to do with the spill like assholes.

Very Smart.

They end up in a cramped hallway, pressed almost chest to chest, laughing far too hard at absolutely nothing. Usually Jiang Cheng resents the fact that he hasn’t finished his final growth spurt and has to look up at Jin Zixuan, but right now, he doesn’t mind all that much..

Jin Zixuan is telling him something, but Jiang Cheng can’t hear him over the music, drums thudding so loud that it drowns out the sound of his own heart beating. Jiang Cheng tries to ask what he said, and Jin Zixuan tries to repeat himself, twice, before realizing that they’re getting nowhere.

Then Jin Zixuan has Jiang Cheng’s hand in his, and is pulling him away further down the hall. Jiang Cheng is a bit surprised at how cool his fingers feel to the touch. He doesn’t even think too much about where Jin Zixuan is taking him, just happy to follow along... until Zixuan pulls him into one of the guest bedrooms.

He doesn’t even act like its a big deal, walking forward to sit on the bed with a sigh as the door closes behind them.

“Ugh— Finally! I bet my hearing will be completely gone by tomorrow. Fuck.”

Jiang Cheng is a bit nervous admittedly, but he also feels like being nervous is stupid. Who gets intimidated by a fricken bed?! So he sucks it up and slowly walks over to sit next to Jin Zixuan, stomach full of weird fluttery feelings that were probably definitely due to the alcohol consumption. Jiang Cheng shifts his legs awkwardly and gives Jin Zixuan a curious look.

“Soooo.. what were you trying to say earlier?”

Jin Zixuan scratches the back of his neck, struggling to meet Jiang Cheng’s eye.

“...I was actually.. gonna apologize. I guess..”

“..What?”

The word is softer than intended, Jiang Cheng caught of guard by Jin Zixuan’s candor, too surprised to be his usual, gruff and unapproachable self.

The party seems so distant now.

It’s weird. Jiang Cheng can hear the yelling and the music, but it’s quiet. Removed. Did people know that bedrooms are like liminal spaces at parties? Is that why people enjoy them so much?

He’s not naïve enough to actually believe that that’s what people usually do in these rooms, but honestly? He could see the appeal of just sitting in here and hiding out. Close enough to be in the party, but still separate.

Yeah, he’s a bit of a loner. Sue him.

Jin Zixuan is fiddling with his bracelet, stubbornly refusing to look at Jiang Cheng.

“Yeah. Earlier? I shouldn’t’ve been trying to hit on you. It was probably weird and-”

“You were hitting on me?” Jiang Cheng cuts Jin Zixuan off, shocked, but Jin Zixuan just nods.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize that you were with Wei Wuxian and it probably made you uncomfortable-”

“Wait-”

“but you just looked really cute and I’m sorry, I don’t actually know what I was thinking-”

“Wait! Wait—you think I’m cute?”

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have pushed and-”

“Zixuan. Shut up.”

Jin Zixuan frowns as he finally looks at him. He seems genuinely upset. Jiang Cheng will probably regret this tomorrow. No. He’ll definitely regret this tomorrow, when he’s had time to think on what it all means, but right now? It just feels so good to be wanted, to be told that he’s desirable. He doesn’t WANT to think about what it all means. In fact, all he wants to do is—

Jin Zixuan makes a shocked little noise when Jiang Cheng kisses him. It’s rough, uncoordinated, and he’s pretty sure that they bumped teeth... but it feels pretty nice too.

And then Jiang Cheng is climbing onto his lap and it feels like things completely fly off the handle. Jin Zixuan’s hands are tight on Jiang Cheng’s hips and it sends a thrill through his stomach as he rolls them down against his lap. It doesn’t take much but there’s something so satisfying about knowing that Jin Zixuan is just as hard as he is. Jin Zixuan’s hands rub up and down his thighs before sliding up to cup around his ass and Jiang Cheng moans. Every movement gets a little faster as Jiang Cheng pushes him back to the bed.

They stay like that for a while, adjusting to the new position and all the pleasures it brings. Jiang Cheng feels powerful and sexy like this, sitting on top of Jin Zixuan as they make out, but he thinks he likes it more when Jin Zixuan flips them, slowly crawling over him and pressing him into the mattress. He feels dizzy as he wraps his arms around Jin Zixuan’s neck, kissing him senseless.

The weight on top of him feels good, their tongues pressing together, wet, sloppy and oddly squishy making his spine tingle. They both taste like alcohol and sticky, overly sweet syrupy juice, but Jiang Cheng really can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s licking and sucking the flavor straight out of his mouth, and Jin Zixuan’s hands are slipping under the bottom of his crop top.

Jin Zixuan’s fingers drag along the edges of his chest until one brushes across his nipple and it feels like electricity across his skin. Not sharp, like the hand buzzers of his childhood, but a gentle simmer—thrilling because it feels like it should hurt, could hurt, but it doesn’t. It won’t.

Jiang Cheng’s mind is hazy with the lack of air, neither of them willing to pull away and properly catch their breath, and he wonders if this is how he’ll lose his virginity. 

If so, he can’t say he minds.. In fact, he thinks he’d really like it if Jin Zixuan fucks him right now—

*BANG!*

[pictureswithboxes]

Social media changed while I wasn’t paying attention and now I’m a confused old lady.

[ask-cloverfield]

Shin Kamen Rider’s twitter account is now posting deleted scenes