#Listen... Snails and slugs are bugs to me

[trickstertox]

Fellow Tumblrfolk! I'm looking for a blog to follow that's dedicated to posting facts about bugs (aka snails, slugs, spiders, ants, you name it). I have a specific need, though! There cannot be ANY images (snails and slugs are an exception). I kind of have a phobia that I've gotten better about as I've grown up, but I still have much to work on. This is kind of why I'm looking for blogs like this! If I learn more about them without seeing them, I might get curious about what they look like, and go about desensitizing at my own pace.

I'm willing to follow multiple blogs if, say, arachnid only, and such like that. Because I know they're a vast section of creatures that it's unfair to, y'know, group them together. Like saying a whale is a fish or something?

Thanks!

[luveline]

Hi don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not please ignore!) just wondering how Halloween would look like in the KBD universe or even a masquerade ball for prince Steve and reader?

thank you for requesting angel ♡ kbd mom!reader, 2k

"I think we should paint her orange," Avery says. 

Steve pushes the wand of his bubbles back into the container, coating it in solution. "What for, honey?" 

"For Halloween! We'll paint her orange and she can be a pumpkin." 

"Oh." 

Steve purses his lips, blowing bubbles over the green grass of the garden. It's alive despite it being late October, mildly crisp underfoot. He can hear leaves crunching under Bethie's boots where she runs around toward the back gate. 

Wren sees the bubbles and giggles wildly. Steve grins. "You like those, sweetheart?" 

"What if we make her green like a witch?" 

"Who, Ave?" 

"Wren." 

"Oh. Well, Wren can't use face paint yet, babe, she's too little," Steve explains, dipping the wand in solution again. "But they're very good ideas. Do you know what you want to be?" 

Avery throws her hands out. She's getting older than he ever imagined her, but she's still so small at the end of the day with delicate little hands and facial expressions cute enough to make a grown man cry. Steve would know, he's cried a ton of times just looking at her. 

"I already told you." 

Steve pretends to remember to spare her feelings as he blows more bubbles. He knows you'll know, and so it's a white lie. Better for everyone. "I remember! You're gonna be awesome." 

She smiles for the first time in ten whole minutes and sits down next to Steve. He offers her the bubbles and the wand, freeing his hands to give her a loving squeeze from either side. "Very good ideas," he repeats, patting her arm.

Bethie comes running with two cupped hands. Steve can picture her find before she shows him, and still he's horrified to see a slug in her palm. It's not big but neither is she, lavishing across the breadth of her hand. 

Ew, Steve thinks. "Wow, Beth! What did you find?" 

"There's snails, too!" she says excitedly, her eyes bright as her attention flickers between the slug and her dad. "They're sleeping, I think. They're stuck to the slide." 

"Beth, listen to me really quickly?" 

"Yeah, dad," she says, nodding. 

"I like that you're being gentle with the slugs, you're being nice, but as soon as you put him down, don't touch your face, okay? In fact, when you put him down, we're gonna go inside and wash our hands." 

Beth looks down at her slug in alarm. "What?" 

"He's not dangerous!" Steve reassures her. "But he might have germs. Germs don't hurt our skin, but they can't go in your mouth, okay? Good girl." 

"He can't hurt my skin?" 

"No, bub. Some bugs can, but not the plain black slugs. How about next time you want to pick one up, you come and get me and we'll pick it up together?" 

Steve doesn't want to kill her fearlessness in this sole area, not when she's usually timid around everything else, but he also doesn't want to kill her full stop. All these random bugs, Steve doesn't know what's what. 

"Okay. I picked this one up because he's got a yellow stripe," she says. Beth speaks in full words and makes sense the majority of the time, but her delivery is clumsy, heavy in places. Steve can still remember her first word. He's a firm believer in taking your time (please. please, let her take her time). 

"You're super brave," he praises.

"Mom says bugs are more 'fraid of us than we are of them." 

"She's right. Think if something this much bigger than you picked you up one day, you'd want them to put you down gently, right?" 

Determination fills her eyes. "Yes." 

She starts to run off but then slows, holding her hand aloft in front of her. 

Closer by, Avery blows bubbles near Wren's soft chair, the youngest baby giggling like a tinkling bell. You and Steve have emphasised to Avery that Wren isn't her responsibility. Look after her as you would your other sisters, but don't feel like being the biggest sister makes you in charge. Avery sort of listened, but now she's planning Halloween costumes in her head, Steve's worried she's putting too much on her little shoulders, as she tends to do. 

"Come here, my big girl," he demands, opening his arms. 

Avery grins and jumps into his lap. Steve groans playfully, happy to be trampled, and just glad she had the foresight to screw the cap on her bubbles before she pounced. 

"Hello. So, do I need to go to the store for this costume?" he asks. 

"Probably."

"Okay. Are you coming with me to choose?" 

"Mom said we're all going after lunch." 

Steve waves her arms back and forth. "I guess we better get ready, then." 

Easier said than done. Steve marches the girls back inside to find you've already dressed Dove and sat her in her chair with her lunch in front of her. Feeding young kids is tough because you're always trying to rotate things to keep their tastes big, but you've given in today to an easy solution; everybody's having pizza subs and halved grapes. So long as they're fed, who minds? 

"Give me the babies!" you say, jumping up from your seat to grab Wren, chair and all, "Hi. Something tells me it's time for a bottle." 

"I'll get them dressed–" 

"Go get yourself dressed. They can eat first." You kiss his cheek. "I put some stuff out for you already." 

"I can do it," he insists. 

"Take a break," you insist back, your tone gentle as velveteen.

His turn to kiss your cheek. "Do you know what Avery wants to be for her costume?" he asks in your ear. 

"She wants to be Belle, she told us weeks ago." He remembers as soon as you say it. "But I don't think finding a costume for her is going to be very easy this close to Halloween." 

Steve doesn't blame either of you for your busy October, but he hates himself watching Avery grow more and more disappointed with every store you drive to. There are no yellow princess dresses to be found, only store brand pinks. Bethie is ecstatic to choose one of those ones and Dove insists on a white fairy costume with sugar paper wings, but Avery's frown grows heartbreaking when it's clear there aren't any Belle dresses to buy. 

"I'm sorry," you're saying, Wren strapped to your chest, Beth and Dove knee to knee in the shopping cart in front of you. "It's my fault, baby, I left it last minute." 

"No, it's my fault," Steve says. 

Avery glares for a while, standing in front of all the dresses. Steve bends down to speak with her. "I'm sorry, Ave. Don't be mad at mom, okay? It's not her fault even when she says it is, she was busy working and I forgot about costumes because I had all that stuff with Wren and the doctors and my glasses and–" He winces. "I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. So be mad at me if you want, I was supposed to remember, but I'll make it up to you, promise."

"I told you ages ago," she says morosely. 

"I know. You did. I didn't think about them running out of costumes, Avery. Sometimes when you're a grown up you have so much stuff to think of you don't have room for all of it, but that's not fair, huh? Now you don't get the costume you wanted." 

She sighs, but the thing about Avery is that if you understand her point, she runs out of anger, just like her mom. She wants to make up, burying her face in Steve's thigh for a hug. 

"What am I going to be now?" she asks. 

"How about Belle's blue dress, babe?" you suggest. 

"They don't have any Belle costumes!" 

"I know, but we can make one. That's what me and dad did growing up, right?" you ask. 

"All my costumes were homemade," he seconds, "that was the fun part." 

So Avery marches you guys to the normal dresses and together you look for something nice and long enough for her tall stature. It's in the middle of this searching when she gasps, jumping up to grab Steve by the elbows. 

Delighted at being forgiven, he bends down at her whim. "What?" he asks excitedly. 

"Wren can be a bumblebee, like me!" 

"You remember that?" he asks. 

"No, but you have the photo in the car. Do you still have the costume?" 

It's Steve. Of course he kept the costume, he keeps everything, an attic stuffed to bursting with the offcuts of your lives. You giggle from the landing underneath him, the baby in one arm and a spooky drink made special by Dove in the other hand. "I wish you could drink more than milk." 

"Don't poison her!" Steve says, covered in cobwebs and knees white with dust as he climbs down the rickety ladder back onto solid ground. You wolf whistle as he reaches up to close everything safely, and cheer when you see the bee costume in his hand.

"You're the best. Think we should let Avery put it on her?" you ask. 

"Maybe. Think she can be gentle enough?"

Your little girl, so preoccupied with her sister's costume that she forgot about her own? Yes, Avery can be gentle enough. She sews Wren's small arms into the costume's sleeves like she's handling a girl made of glass, and she doesn't attempt to lift her, quick to say, "Dad, can you pick her up for me?" 

Steve lifts her and Wren does her scrunch, legs pulled up high and face a little startled. She's just old enough to giggle, prompting Bethie to join in as she races across the living room rug, the skirts of her dress fluttering against the floor. 

"She looks like a bee!" Dove says, following after, her fairy wings jittering with her movements. 

"She is!" Avery says, buttoning Wren's last button. 

Finally, after an exhausting afternoon (both of energy and your wallets), the four girls are dressed in their Halloween costumes. Avery as Belle in her original blue dress and white apron, not the costume she wanted but clearly her favourite character nonetheless. Bethie wears her pink princess dress and one of Avery's big plastic tiaras, her hair done as you would style your own for date night. Dove twirls in her white fairy dress, silver corset ribbons shiny in the light. Wren gurgles in his arms, her soft wings folded between her and Steve's chest. And you, uncostumed, stand beautiful and tired in the doorway, sparkly eyeshadow in a stripe up your cheek. 

The girls smile at him and their eyes glimmer. 

"Wow," he says, leaning back against the couch. "You guys look amazing." 

"It's about an hour until we're gonna leave," you say, "so please do mommy a favour and watch some TV, okay?" 

You set them up in a line with a bowl of chips each —you can vacuum them clean. Steve cleans as quickly as he can while you wipe your face and put aside some stuff for tonight in case the girls come home hungry, and eventually, eventually, you and Steve make your way to the kitchen table for a quiet minute together. 

"Wren's–" 

"In her bassinet," Steve says. "You're–" 

"Fine." You reach for his hand. "And you're–" 

"Perfect." He rubs the back of your fingers with his thumb. "I've missed you today. I know we were together, but…" 

You slouch into the table, resting your cheek on a placemat and closing your eyes. "Me too, sweetheart." 

He shuffles closer and leans in. "Tired, huh?" he asks gently, pressing similarly soft kisses to your cheek. "Love you," he says. "Don't fall asleep." 

"I'm not. Just resting my eyes." 

He doesn't rub your back, worried it'll send you to sleep. Instead, he kisses all over your face, sloe at first and faster when he realises it'll take a while to cover every inch. You smile and let him do as he pleases, laughing under your breath as he kisses your eyelid, squirming when he pecks under your nose. "Freak," you mumble. 

"That's what I'm being for Halloween."

"What am I gonna be?" you ask.

"Same as every year, I thought. Most beautiful girl this side of the Mississippi river." 

You like the sound of it, pulling your joined hands to your face to nuzzle his knuckles. 

"Or you can be Frankentstein," he suggests. "I'll be the monster." 

"We can just be the two tiredest parents ever." 

"That's not super creative, babe, we kinda do that every day." 

"So I'm not beautiful every day," you say quickly, having set him up. "Knew it." 

"You tricked me." 

"Did not. Make it up to me?" 

"What do you want?" he asks. 

"Just a hug, Stevie." You raise your head to smile at him sleepily. "A really nice hug, please." 

He saves the line about every hug being nice when it's with you and cuddles you, stroking your back for countless minutes, murmuring nothings to you until baby Wren shriek-cries from the living room. Steve soothes her upset, and you start the impossible task of getting everyone in their shoes for a night of trick-or-treating.

[summitclan-chronicles]

Let's Take A Hike.

It's been over a full day since our pinned post was put up! I already have some followers and I welcome everyone - thank you for your interest already! Since we have a small audience I thought I would come in and say hello in a more relaxed way.

My name is Jingo (he/him)! I am the owner of SCC, as well as cat enthusiast, book consumer and local idea-haver. My favorite activity is Thinking Purposefully - mostly about my surroundings. The sky, the buildings, art pieces, textures, colors, smells, sounds, tones - taking in my environment in a planned methodical manner makes me feel immersed in it, like I'm giving every thing in my vicinity its deserved attention.

This habit is exactly how Summitclan was born.

In late summer of 2023, when the air is still thick but the wind blows cool, I started having a difficult time of things & my ever-patient and attentive partner decided to take me to a little lake to get me in the sun. We had a picnic, listened to music, danced, and the waves hush-hushed against the rocks. This day gave birth to a weekend tradition of hiking New York State's wilderness.

First it was just nature walks, then small forays into wooded foothills, with loops and connected webbings of trails. Then we set our sights on the Adirondack range, and the rolling peaks we always admired during the early morning drive to work, blue sentinels that - at the time of posting - are slowly being swallowed by encroaching wintry night-dawns.

I have been to, and fallen in love with, a little troop of peaks now: Buck Mountain is a dear friend, but I have also gotten to know Roostercomb and Shelving Rock. On all these ventures I found myself unable to stop Thinking Purposefully. I notice every fallen acorn, rustling leaf and broken stick; I eagerly observe how water falls down rocks, how leaves flutter to the ground, how downed trees entangle with each other, keeping each other alive. I discovered minute bugs, observant chipmunks, hidden slugs, old snail shells, coyote tracks, whitetail antler scrapes and old abandoned black bear dens.

As often happens, I became haunted by little cats.

If you've gone this far you probably have heard of Warrior Cats, and its magnetic pull toward certain people. In any natural setting they crawl into the backs of my eyes, and my hikes are no different, similarly influenced by tiny invasive animals with funny habits. But I am a writer, a poet, a dork; I like exploring ideas. I'll never solve a rubik's cube, but my brain might as well be one.

As I turned warrior-cats-in-the-adirondacks around and around, I started mucking up a silly fanclan I started calling AntlerClan after its fake mountain, Antlerhead Mountain. (This is still the name of the mountain in the full version, but the cats don't know that.) The cats in my head now form prehistoric generations of Summitclan: they showed me how they came together, how they showed they cared, and what they did for the cats in the future... but I was still seeing this from the angle of a fanfiction, and try as I might I could not escape the thick fog of "modern" characters. I could think of many ideas for the formations, the cultures, the stories, the values, but what about now?

It occured to me that it wasn't a story I could, or even would, write alone. This sort of project isn't really something to be discussed, but lived and experienced, I supposed: interpreted and used and tested against organic situations.

So, I retooled some things to make them compatible with roleplay instead. The little cats in my head were pleased with the changes. Now they told me all sorts of things and I knew this was a community I was building, not a story.

So here we are at the summit of our hike, and the birth of Summitclan. As my thoughts were cresting I happened to find my copy of Tailchaser's Song. After a spotty reread I got the idea to drop the capitalized "Clan." It feels appropriate in the books, when the Clanhood feels so intensely identifying and they feel so othered from neighboring groups. But Summitclan lives alone, and is intrinsically one with the rest of the surrounding population of cats. They cannot afford to feel othered or to turn their nose at things unfamiliar or strange, so isolated are they.

So, Summitclan it was. I had my moment in the sun, standing at the peak of my work: the building was done. Now came the hard work of going back down before dark.

September 9th, 2023 I made my very first draft of the roleplay version of my idea. On the 26th, I had my things properly organized and rewritten to my liking. I decided I would start advertising in November, and open in 2024.

So here we are. It is a Friday, November 3rd. We have reached the parking lot at the bottom of our hike, now. When you hike with someone you learn a lot about them: do they take the muddy path or the dry path? hard or easy? do they pause often to take in the view? I hope you've learned enough about me now to feel comfortable joining my community. I plan on going on a lot of hikes.

In the meantime, here are some photos of my adventures. Whatever comes up the trail ahead, I wish you the best, and I'm very glad I met you!

[halfdeadwallfly]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers✨

!!! (I realized too late this is five things, ten ppl :(((( sorry abt that one.... Feel free not to read but I wanted to talk abt them haha )

My acappella group--- I was in a lot of groups and things in high school, and I listened to a lot of sentimental graduation talks about people finding their home and their family in those places. It always made me so sad, because I never did. But even though I'm not close friends with everyone in acappella now, I already feel so much more comfortable and at home with it already than I ever did in high school. I love the people all so much, and I'm so happy to be around them every time we go to rehearsal and every time we perform. Being in acappella has been the highlight of my year honestly, and I'm so grateful for it. I love the music, I love to direct and lead and sing, and the people are just so so so kind. Genuinely. Even when I feel anxious or stressed or I feel like I need to hide, I know that I can work through it, because I really just trust that outside of my own social anxiety, these people are kind and genuine. I love them so much and being around them makes me so happy.

Making flower chains -- pure pure fun. Can do anything you like during. Or nothing. Listen to a podcast. Listen to the buggies. Like down. Run around. Frolick. I love finding a good patch of flowers with long stems, esp if there's multiple kinds, and just really investing myself in them. You can find little buggies and greet them and love them so much when you are in the grass and such, and it is super nice to see them all. My favorites are rolly pollies but I also like snails and slugs a lot and also I think ants are cute and beetles and worms so I always try to help out the worms if they get lost

Writing poetry -- very good to do, do not always recommend rereading. Do recommend taking poetry 1 with [redacted] at my school bc he is the greatest and so kind and helpful. I love writing poetry even if it does make me hate myself for being too pretentious sometimes. Sometimes I like what I write and it is nice to talk about with people and get thoughts and opinions

Reading abt gender theory -- Genuinely life-changing thing taking that intro to wgss class this year lolollll. Maybe it is silly of me, but that class really made me rethink myself and where I want to go with my life. There's so much more that I want to read and learn and I'm almost anxious that I can't do it fast enough

Looking at the stars and clouds -- a good one. It makes me happy. I am very small. Sky is beautiful like art. It's the same and it's never the same. I'm getting tired sky is still up there. Space is very very very cool. Clouds are very very very cool

Cicadas -- BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!!!!! they have been so loud this year and I had to wear headphones outside while watering the plants for a while, but I also get to see all of them out there!!!!!!!!!! And different kinds too!!!! They are so beautiful and lovely and it makes me so happy to see them and hear them too most of the time. When I was little they would always be dying under the trees at recess and the boys would mess around with them when they couldn't fly away, so I had to go make them stop so they wouldn't be dying while being tormented by ten year old boys. I was always very mad when they did that and I'm always still super sad to see cicadas in the midst of dying when they can't fly anymore. But I love their singing and their songs and their nice nice eyes, and I like to pick them up if they let me and have them crawl all over my arms because their legs are sticky and nice. They're the prettiest little bugs and I love them

Melted brie cheese -- yummy.

Putting on pajamas after work -- I work in a warehouse with no ac which is ok but kinda sucks in the summer, esp when it's super humid like it is now where I am. I also package coffee that often is flavored with really strong syrups, and is often ground, so I almost always leave work smelling intensely like pancake syrup (less nice than it sounds after nine hours) and covered in gritty coffee. It's a good job and I like it a lot actually, but boy by the end of a day when the temperature is high, it's super tiring. When I get home I just take off all my work clothes and turn off the lights and lie in the dark, and it's so nice and calming and I really love getting to do that, and relax into a calm cool late afternoon.

Drinking coffee with real cream -- Aka. super duper yummy. I get to work before everyone else in the morning, so I make the first coffee pot and I always make me and the other early packaging person's fav blend, and it's basically my favorite part of the morning, watching the sun rise while the coffee brews and coming back to my work area to greet the morning window spiders. At home in the summer, I love making iced coffee with milk and adding just an eeeeensy bit of cream, it's so tasty and it makes it all nutty and buttery and rich, and it brings out all the good flavors.

Listening to podcasts -- thank you podcasts you make me so happy. Right now thank you tanis for driving me insane and thank you wolf 359 for helping me feel calm and safe when I'm stressed. Special thank you to zach valenti because his voice in particular is like really soothing and anyway that sounds weird but like you know what I mean. Past thank you to potterless for getting me into podcasts and referring me to the bright sessions, which was the first audio drama I listened to and got sooo into. Special thank you to lauren shippen for being like my favorite podcaster ever oh my gosh, and honorable mention to briggon snow for being in so many of those lauren shippen related shows. Thank you wtnv for coming near me so I could see the attic. Thank you to literally every show I've listened to. Basically everybody in my life thinks the podcast thing is kinda weird and laughs a bit when I get too into it, but honestly this is like. A really important thing to me now. I love podcasts a lot and they make me very very happy to get to listen to

[rawbassington]

Gorgoth the God of the Unwanted.

A long time ago, an ugly duckling of the pantheon was born. He was unwanted by his fellow brothers and sisters as he felt that he was cursed from the beginning to look terrible in the eyes of the looker. He looked like an amalgam of all the things that the one who looked at him considered unattractive. The god of war sees Gorgoth's weak legs and short height. The god of the fire sees Gorgoth's pale skin that is susceptible to fire. The goddess of all beauty... she can't look at him. She exiled him because her eyes can't look at his body without her fainting.

Gorgoth accepted his curse, as he looked horrible to everyone, but he didn't accept that he was a monster. "To be a monster, he said, you need to see a monster in your reflection. In my reflection, in my actions, I do not see a monster. I see myself."

So, he decided to become the god of the unwanted. He started with something small. An ugly slug was on a brink of death. Gorgoth gently picked up the slug and fed it. "Here, little one, he said, eat and drink."

The slug replied to his kindness with a cry:"I'm thankful for what you did, but you shouldn't have done it. I'm doomed to never find a mate and die alone! I wish the gods never created me!"

Gorgoth didn't like that. "Here, little one, he said, take this helmet with you and create home and life by yourself."

The slug became a snail. The beauty of this creature stayed the same, but now that it has a safe space and now can create life and art with its shell the snail is happy again.

Gorgoth went on with his adventure to the underground. There, he saw a small, blind rodent who was digging away from the sun. Gorgoth stopped the rodent and asked him why it is running from the sun. "From the moment I was born, looking at day made me feel pain. I can't live on the ground, but at the same time, I feel so lonely here."

Gorgoth listened to it and accepted it. "It's not your fault, hardworking one, he said, I was born with many curses and deformalities, but it doesn't mean you need to be alone. Instead of digging deeper and deeper so that nothing could see you whether it's the daylight or other critters, you should dig towards someone else who is digging."

Gorgoth taught it to hear other rodents, critters and even bugs digging through the dirt, and the mole became happier.

After a trip, Gorgoth returned to heavens at night only to leave a message to other gods. "If you feel unwanted here, find me as I, Gorgoth, became happier since my departure."

That message didn't impress the gods. They laughed at the thought of Gorgoth helping them. Everyone, except Ahatra, the goddess of the emotionless. She departed from heavens and found him. With a cold stare, she bluntly stated:"You look awful, but I have no choice."

Gorgoth is accustomed to being called unattractive, but he didn't swallow the critique:"You call me awful-looking, and it's true that you see me as not beautiful, but it's also true that looks are not everything that the creature has."

Ahatra nodded and coldly commented:"I'm here because I struggle with my curse. Every god and even mortals can't love me."

Gorgoth felt empathy for the goddess of the emotionless. "You are brave to depart from heavens and seek your happiness. How about staying here, and maybe someone will come who has similar problems?"

Ahatra nodded and since then lived with him. Years passed, but no one came. However, Ahatra in a company of the weird god felt happier that when she was up in heavens.

[thesnailphilosopher]

whats your problem. bugs are just any little guy.

the next person who calls an insect a bug in front of me is getting shot dead!! bug is the subcategory! not the whole!!!

[unnamedtune]

INFO YEAAAHAHHHAHAHHHAH

Actually void this I’m too lazy to update it

• You can call me sharts, sharty, and my user

• ALL PRONOUNS MOTHERFUCKERS

• Digital artist ig

• I like mall pretzels (Proud auntie Ann’s stan), animals, watching videos, listening to music, roblox, wobble dogs, mushrooms, and saying “eeb”

I USE TONETAGS!! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT FUCK OFF

•Adhd, Deadpressuon, anxIEty, juvenile arthritis, and an asd diagnosis in progress

• Likes to write sometimes

• Gay, trans, apothisexual, demiromantic

• Things I’m interested in: uh, idk anymore tbh

Main interests: Art, painting, sculpting, helping people, blanket collecting, hoodies, trinkets, crowcore, picking up small animals, plushies even though I don’t need anymore, animals skulls, cheesy Halloween and Christmas stuff, going outside, funny little things I can find at thrift stores, bad jokes, fnaf, oc shit I’ll never share prolly 🙏🙏🙏

• Favorite animals (Not in order): cats, wolves, foxes, ducks, dogs, BORZOIS, sea slugs, seamonkies (aka brine shrimp), roly polys, rabbits, chickens, ALL BUGS. ESPECIALLY WATER BEETLES., and snails

DNI: All basic criteria (homophobes, racists, etc.), toxic people, toxic people who identify as toxic people, trend hoppers joining in on the latest trend of hating on a group of people, trans meds, nude posters, suggestive material posters, hate blogs, animal hate blogs, proships

ALL PROSHIPPERS WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT, NO EXCEPTIONS, IF YOU HAVE PROSHIP OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN YOU BIO/NAME YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Also, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DONT DM UNLESS I SAY ITS OKAY, I WILL SHIT MYSELF /hj

warnings about me: I have adhd (maybe even autism) so I’ll say things at the spurr of the moment without thinking about it, I have child humor, I am gay /s

I LOVE BORZOIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dongtopus]

Loktober 2021: Ouroboros

Through the petrified woods, leaves turned to Ash underfoot. The rattling of the bolts in a crate, wobbling on the bed of Oyul’s cart echoed multiple times around them off of the surface of stony trees. 

"I can't be doing with this." Oyul let go of his end of the cart and rummaged under the cloth tied over the tools. A tongue curled out of his lips like a small fish escaping craggy rocks. His eyebrows danced around and his eyes spun as he pawed at the spaces out of sight. 

"Weuh" big green fingers curled around some scrap cloth and tore strips away. Oyul rolled the strips up and tucked them around and the bolts and gave the box a shake. It was much quieter now 

An old sign post had been consumed by the tree it was placed upon, making it unreadable. 

The pair scratched their heads.

Above them, something stirred, like a squirrel but much, much larger.

With a thud, something moist landed behind them. 

“You are lost. I smell stone and metal upon you.” its voice was like a rasping breath, something emulating speech. The creature rose to its feet in a vaguely humanoid way. It’s skin was lightly glistening and its flesh was a sore looking pink, “You ought to know the way by instinct alone.”

The engineers watched in curious silence as the creature continued from its rise, kerning its spine backwards, arms outstretched and sticking to the woodland floor as it curled back around under its own legs.

“I heard your little chat earlier.” It rested its upside-down face on the back of one of its hands, a long, forked tongue whipped around its flat teeth.

“You are quite lost. I can help you, for a price.” It smiled it's down-turned smile, blinking innocently as more eyes opened up where they had not been before.

“What price? I don’t do riddles- if you’re going to try and pull my leg I'm going to see just how far you can stretch you circus freak.”

“Oy’, that’s not very polite.” Britol took a step forward. The creature didn’t seem bothered in the least by Oyul’s threat. “If it is something we don’t need directly, or something we can obtain then I don’t mind exchanging something for a way out of here. What do you require?”

The creature hummed, its head rocking side to side.

“I would like some *fish*. I would like some fish with a little flavour, some herbs. Perhaps some roasted potatoes? I can’t make such a nice meal. I don’t have the hands for it, you see.” It splayed its seven webbed fingers, thick mucous stretched between the digits.

“Brit I’m not making this thing fish and chips.” He gestured with a disrespectful thumb before folding his haunched arms across his barrelled chest, “listen, mate, I can’t cook. I couldn’t cook as a man, and I can’t cook now- I’d burst into flames- and I’m not about to let my lad get roasted either. You’re barking up the wrong tree ‘ere.”

The creature cowled, a disappointed, growling frown marred its features, some of the eyes sunk back in its head.

“So very rude to decline such a reasonable offer! An ouroboros is doomed to eat snails and slugs and worms and spiders! So rude- he is so rude!” The creature's body sprung back from under its legs and continued its momentum forward, its legs now standing over its head.

“It is not an unreasonable ask, to ask for a single hot meal! A persuasive beast like you could make someone else make the meal with mighty ease! I will tell you the way out, Guide you, even- But I beg of you to return to me with something tasty and warm!”

The creature fell onto its side limply, long arms slapping at its small pot-belly.

“I am full of bugs and worms and slugs and ants! Dull and slimy and bitter and cold! Feed me, feed me, feed me, giant man!”

Brit watched Oyul run a hand through his slick, receding hair. With a low grumble he relented.

“Lead the way you … thing. I’ll bring you something on the way back”

“I am an ouroboros! On the way, we can decide on a name if you like” The creature rolled forward like a wheel, hopping alternately between its hands and feet and humming a merry tune.

The vampires pulled their cart at a distance behind.

“I don’t like that thing, Brit. if it tries anything I’m going to tear it to pieces.” 

“I think he’s okay, he just wants a good meal, I think.”

A shiny, Obsidian thumb rose over Britol’s shoulder.

[indestinatus]

Storms & Secrets

TIVATOBER 2020 // DAY 24

↳ prompt: Thunder Storms - rated T (2,440 words)

summary: In the middle of a thunderstorm, Tony and Ziva face the consequences of bickering instead of keeping their eyes on the road. 

A/N: inspired by the movie “Leap Year”. This is so tropey and self-indulgent but also... why not? - aka the enemies to lovers fic of the series. 

read it on AO3 🌩️

Tony squinted his eyes to try to see through the darkness straight ahead, but it would be easier to see underwater. And he was - in a way - as the windshield wipers moved back and forth with a speed that was worrying how it wasn’t enough to clear away the rain. The skies had decided to fall tonight with all their strength, and now not even the headlights on in full potency could shine through the heavy fog. 

“I can’t see a thing,” he complained, leaning over the steering wheel to see if it helped somehow. It didn’t. 

Ziva let out an annoyed huff from the passenger seat. “I do not understand how difficult it is to just drive straight ahead.”

“Well, maybe because I know for a fact that this is not a straight road, David.”

“If you know it’s not straight, then you know the way,” she replied dryly, and he could almost sense the eye roll without even looking at her. “So why are you driving at a leech’s pace?”

“Snail,” Tony grunted.

“I have been locked inside this tiny, awful, smelly vehicle of yours for more than two hours. Do you really think it’s smart now to start calling me names?”

“I wasn’t calling you anything.” Her obliviousness was truly unbelievable sometimes. “It’s a ‘snail’s pace’. I’m driving at a ‘snail’s pace’.”

“Glad we could agree,” Ziva replied with a condescending huff, and Tony had to clench his jaw from keeping himself from saying things he knew he would later regret. “Now would you do me favor and step out of the car so I can drive us back? We’re practically going backwards.”

“I would rather crash this car than suffer from an impending death by your hands.”

“Oh, do not worry,” she laughed bitterly. “If I stay locked up here with you any longer, you’ll die before that.”

This really was going to be a nightmare. Tony mentally noted to make McGee pay for convincing the boss to stay in the navy yard while he and Ziva took a detour to Arlington to check an abandoned warehouse—one that didn’t lead anywhere after all. A pair of woman’s footprints in the dirt and some missing shell cases were the only leads they had found, and they still had no clue about who they belonged to other than the slugs matched the petty officer’s missing gun. 

The storm had started as soon as they set foot inside the warehouse, and there was only time to capture the footprints before the rain washed it away and left them stuck in the middle of nowhere. After an hour of waiting for the downpour to pass from inside the car, Tony had lost his patience with Ziva’s complaints and decided that the faster he could go back, the better—even if that meant having to sit through hours on end listening to her protests about his inability in driving efficiently enough.

It didn’t help that they hadn’t had anything to eat all day, and hungry Ziva usually meant dangerous Ziva. One wrong move and Tony would turn to dust, faster than being electrocuted by the lightning bolts that now pierced the clouds. But he just couldn’t help himself when she was like this—somehow it made the want to put her off even more compelling. This bad humor usually meant he could get to her easier, and Tony just couldn’t let any chance go to waste. To bug Ziva until she went mad may have turned into one of his life goals over the years. 

“Don’t lie to yourself,” Tony’s lips tilted upwards. “You’re enjoying every minute of it.”

“Of course,” she replied dryly. “This is exactly how I planned to spend my evening.”

“What?” Tony chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’d have preferred Probie as company.”

“He would certainly be less obnoxious than you.”

“Miss David,” Tony sent a sweet smile her way, “Say whatever you want, but your eyes tell a different story.”

Ziva chuckled amused and Tony felt her gaze burn at the right side of his face. “Yes? And what story are they telling?” Her voice sounded kind but Tony knew her well enough to hear the note of disdain in it. He decided it was time to make her squirm.

“Wouldn’t this be the perfect excuse for getaway sex in the middle of nowhere?”

Tony glanced her way with a lopsided grin and was amused to see it had worked. Ziva looked at him almost surprised he had put it that bluntly, but neither of them was that oblivious of the sexual attraction they shared that they would deny thoughts like that weren’t common. Of course they had indulged it over the years but still felt like a forbidden topic. 

“Keep on dreaming, DiNozzo,” Ziva replied after some time, and Tony couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face at her reaction. Of course she would deny it. 

“I think you are the one lying to yourself,” she added right after, and Tony pressed his lips together to keep from smiling.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. Sexual fantasies are always your last resource. It means you are desperate.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot skywards. It shouldn’t surprise him that she knew him that well. “For what, exactly?”

“Whatever it is that you are seeking.”

“So, Elphaba,” Tony pursed his lips, “What is it that I’m seeking?”

He could feel her staring at him even as he watched the road when Ziva replied quietly, “I would not know.”

“Hm,” Tony hummed, his mind conjuring up a thousand images per second, “Oh, I think you would.”

Tony’s gaze was pulled to the passenger seat and his heart did that crazy little flip he was familiar with when he found that Ziva was already staring, her face tilted to the side. Her hooded eyes skimmed his face lazily, and Tony felt his mouth turn dry when she started smirking knowingly. Good heavens, all he wanted to do right that instant was to wipe that smirk off her face and convince her to tell him what the hell she was thinking with her eyes sparkling like that. 

How did things escalate so quickly when she was concerned?

He was still trying to peer into her head when Ziva’s eyes widened, and Tony cursed out loud as the car bumped into something that made them take a sharp turn to the left, the steering wheel slipping away from his control. 

He heard Ziva’s muffled scream before the car distinctively hit a tree - the flashlights illuminating the wide trunk and foliage appearing out of nowhere - and Tony felt all the air being sucked from his lungs because of it. 

As soon as the car stopped, Tony saw some type of smoke coming from the bent hood that looked like more than just mere fog. With his fingers still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his heart was racing as he tried to process what had just happened. Then Ziva started cursing in a language he didn’t understand and some relief returned to him when he realized she wasn’t in fact hurt.

“This was your fault,” Tony said without thinking, blinking away the surprise as he ran a hand through his hair.

“And just how exactly was it my fault?” Ziva bit back. “You were the one ‘driving’ it.”

“You kept distracting me,” he swallowed.

Tony saw the sequence of anger, scorn, and annoyance pass her features, and Ziva shot him a sharp glare before opening the door. The sound of the thunderstorm increased for a second before she shut the door behind her, and a sudden uneasiness blurred Tony’s vision when he realized he would need to face the heavy rain to fix whatever mistake he had made. 

Stepping out of the car and into the storm, Tony felt his clothes soak immediately, and a strong gust of wind turned them instantly cold. He found Ziva crouching next to the front tire, her hair already dripping wet. She sighed unimpressed and Tony realized that the tire had been punctured, some flicker of hope dying as he remembered they weren’t carrying any spare ones to give space for all the evidence boxes they usually stocked in the trunk.

She must have had the very same thought, because Ziva stood up and crossed her arms, and even in the darkness, Tony could see the disdainful scowl of one deserved ‘I told you so’. He cast her a lip-tight smile that she mimicked it right back, and Tony took out his phone to see unsurprisingly that they had no signal there.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, Tony tried to think of a solution that felt more unattainable with each passing second. He began to shiver when thunder started to resonate across the sky. He looked up and down the road for any sign of life, but there was none - expected, it was the middle of the night in a heavy thunderstorm anyway - and the prospects of having to spend the whole night curled up inside a broken car were turning acutely real. 

Tony was already giving up and returning to the car when his eyes fell on the other side of the road and he exhaled out loud at the sight of a small window illuminated by lamplight. Through the rain, he could distinguish the blurred outlines of a little cabin just up the hill and mentally thanked the heavens for making the car break next to some sort of human civilization. 

“Where are you going?” asked Ziva as he jumped the highway bumps into the bushes that led to the light.

Tony turned over his shoulder to see that she had stayed next to the car, and halted when she gave him no sign of tagging along.

“Find shelter,” he yelled through the rain, then pointed to the cabin. “We’re lost, it’s the middle of a thunderstorm, and I already sent the photos to McGee.” 

Ziva eyed the house with some suspicion and hugged her arms tighter. Tony mentally registered the fact that she was also shivering, but decided not to comment on it when Ziva raised her chin in defiance and stood her ground. 

“You can stand here in the rain if you want to,” Tony declared before continuing to walk. “Heard it’s like acid for witches!” his scream sounded in the ravine.

“At least I’m not the one smelling!” Ziva yelled right back, but she appeared to be getting closer to him. 

“Or so you think.”

A head slap hit him a second later, and Tony had to bite his tongue not to give her any pleasure from a reaction. Ziva passed him with a smug smile and he watched as she made her way to the cabin, her hips visibly swaying even with all that rain.

He was right. This was going to be a nightmare, in whatever way.

Tony had no other choice than to follow her, the car left forgotten amidst loud thunder and rain.

°°°

The cabin was, in fact, a bed & breakfast, and Tony would’ve been immensely grateful if he wasn’t so irritated by Ziva’s ‘I was right’ attitude, which was driving him mad now. Also, the fact that a bed & breakfast was located up a hill, which was unusual, but Tony just couldn’t complain when he knocked on the door and an old lady opened it instantly, eyeing them with a concerned frown. 

“Oh, my poor dears! Come, come.” She pulled them in and closed the door in a hurry, muffling the sound of the storm at the same time the warmth coming from the cabin embraced him. 

Tony could’ve sworn he heard Ziva moan right next to him - downright moan out loud - but his mind suddenly felt like mud once he registered how wet she was with her dripping hair and her clothes unfairly clinging to her skin. 

How was it possible for someone to be that attractive after being completely drenched by a thunderstorm? 

“You’re lucky, so you are,” said the old lady with a pitying look directed at them, “Just half an hour ago, I had two backpackers at the door wanting the room. But they weren’t married. Admitted it right out. No shame. So I sent them packing.” She nodded at someone inside the living room and Tony stretched his neck to find probably the oldest man he would ever find breathing, nodding back at her. 

“Right is right,” she continued, glancing at them again, “Rain or no rain. So, it’s Mr. and Mrs.—”

Tony halted, then started coughing to disguise the sudden hysteria that kicked in while Ziva patted his back with more force than necessary.

“David,” Ziva faked a sweet voice.

“DiNozzo,” Tony hissed through the coughing.

Ziva hit him in the stomach and Tony huffed out a breath before shooting her a glare. Ziva was smiling forcefully, her eyes a bit wide as she motioned to the old lady with a sharp move of her head. Tony turned his attention to find the woman narrowing her eyes at them, and instantly felt the opportunity of good accommodation for the night slipping away as easily as it had appeared. 

“David-DiNozzo,” Tony said, pulling his best charming grin, then wrapped an arm around Ziva’s shoulders and didn’t miss the protesting hiss she tried to refrain. 

“We’re not long married, and the names are so similar we forget,” he continued, but the owner still eyed them with a certain degree of suspicion. 

“We pray that one day we’ll be able to have a son and heir to keep it going. Name him Daniel.” Ziva’s nails dug into his thigh. “Or Daisy,” Tony amended through gritted teeth, “Sweet as her mother.”

“Oh,” the woman’s expression softened and Tony mentally noted to tease Ziva about it later.

“Tony…” He tightened his arm around her, “And Ziva to you, ma’am.”

He didn’t know why he’d chosen to give her their real names, but Ziva let out a giggle that didn’t fit her at all and Tony found himself truly laughing, now at how ridiculous it all was. 

“Lovely,” replied the old lady with a satisfied grin. She beckoned them in and motioned to the stairs, saying, “Now let’s get you to your room.”

Tony wiggled his eyebrows and saw the amused sparkle in Ziva’s eyes, so fast he wondered if he had seen it at all. 

“After you, sweet cheeks,” he said with a duck of his head, adding a brief wink he was sure she had caught. 

“Thank you,” Ziva smirked knowingly and passed him to follow the lady upstairs. She looked over her shoulder to add, “Mon petit poi.”

part two of this story next chapter :)

[dreemurr-tale]

Some Waterfall memeories:

from 💟:

Before Chara fell, Mom and I used to go to Waterfall at least once a month to get snails. It was how Mettaton and I first met. We became friends pretty quickly cause we ended up in the same school when we were old enough to be in school, and then immediately recognized each other from the snail farm and started talking. We’ve been friends ever since.

Dad would come to Waterfall with us every now and again and he’d show me how to safely take echo flowers in a way that didn’t harm the plant, and so we’d take one or two and replant them in the castle garden or in pots across the castle.

Waterfall used to be a lot more flooded than it is now. Parts of waterfall that frisk explored such as the hall with onion-san were completely underwater, and most people traveled throughout it by wading through shallow waters or through boats. There were more rivers back then, too.

Waterfall had a ton of little bugs and animals that lived down there, bugs and animals Chara said the surface had, too. It was a lot of fireflies, snails, slugs, spiders, etc. We both really liked bugs. ] : )

Chara and I used to try to skip stones across the big lake between Waterfall and the Capital. That huge area you see in game between the two caverns where there castle can be seen out in the distance is actually a lake. People don’t boat on it as much as they used to because it’s a lot shallower now, but it used to be a very popular place to go. Mettaton and I used to try to get rocks to each other from opposite ends of it.

The river person isn’t allowed in the Capital anymore because of what happened with the second fallen human Patience, but they used to run the ferry all throughout the underground and Mom and I would take the ferry out from the castle to Waterfall, to the Ruins (which was still a big city back then), and then back home. Chara and I did that a lot, too.

The statue in Waterfall, the one that plays the “memory” music box, was commissioned by Dad after Mom left. It was supposed to be of Mom with her arms cradled to hold me and Chara, but since the statue’s arms were empty it was kinda like representing losing us. It would rain on the statue to show that it was sad, and then putting an umbrella in the statue’s hands would be representing a form of comfort or closure which let her remember us in a pretty way rather than a sad way. I used to come up in front of it as flowey and listen for a while whenever someone gave it an umbrella. I don’t know if Mom ever knew it was there.

from ❤️:

yknow how waterfall has like that part in game where you take an umbrella cause that existed but with boats back then. you could take little rafts or canoes out on the waters for free so long as you returned them.

waterfall had a ton of other layers to it like the ones where you’d see undyne standing before her fight in-game and that’s where everyone’s homes were (aside from the ghost family snail farm and undyne’s homes). gearson lived in one of those

there’s deep chasms in waterfall too. a ton of cliffs and higher layers and a ton of ravines and lower layers. it was really easy to get lost in waterfall because of this. you could also boat anywhere and end up in a tunnel or deeper cave that you didn’t know existed and then get lost and end up in snowdin somehow.

sans used to go to waterfall a lot. he wasn’t around when i was alive cause of some space-time continuum stuff that gaster was trying to fix but i used to see him when i was a ghost just hanging out against the water and dipping his hands in every now and again

the water in waterfall used to glow in certain areas

there were certain areas of waterfall now that used to be completely underwater. like, the area where undyne is standing when she throws spears up at frisk used to be underwater, which is why the upper bridge exists. they had to install lower bridges when the tunnels those bridges connected were put above water that way people could access them safely now that you couldn’t swim between them

[flirting-with-psychology]

Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? Yes

Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? He was celebrating thanksgiving with his parents during my birthday but he called me

What’s the first word of the last text message you received? I

Do you think you’ve changed at all over the past year? I’ve gotten more anxiety and gotten fatter

Is there a song that reminds you of your ex? Do you still listen to that song? I Almost Do, Red, and If This Was A Movie (all by taylor swift). Yes I still listen

Did you tag anyone in your last Facebook status? Not in the post I shared, but in my last original post I tagged my boyfriend

How do you behave when you’re drunk? Usually giggly and overexcited

What is your least favorite type of chocolate? White chocolate

When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? Disappointed that the gym won’t let me cancel over the phone and might still charge me for february

Is there someone that can make you smile, even when you feel like crying? Not always

Is there a certain person on your mind right now? Tell me about him/her. My boyfriend

You’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up, what do you do? Get into bed with him

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Being annoyed at my dad’s snoring through the walls

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Maybe

Are you okay right now? I haven’t been okay this whole year

What time did you get up today? Like 1:30

When was the last time you saw your mom? The other day

What is the last thing you drank today? Water

Do you dislike/hate anyone? Donald trump and Mitch McConnell

Where is your best friend right now? At home I assume

When will your next kiss be? As soon as we get negative test results

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? No

Does anyone completely understand you? No

Who was the last girl you hugged outside of family? I don’t remember, it’s been a long time

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No

What will you be doing in 3 hours? Probably wasting time

How often do you straighten your hair? Never now, I used to when it was short

What are you currently looking forward to? The costume sale that hopefully I will be able to go to

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? What are you going to do? Lol probably not

Who did you last hang out with? My dad

Did anyone see your last kiss? No

Could things possibly get any better? I fucking hope so

Do you know who you’ll even kiss next? I assume it will be my boyfriend

Do you ever sleep in jeans? No, that sounds really uncomfortable

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? Stress

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? No

Are you in love lately? Not sure

How often do you see your ex? Rarely

Who was the last person to text you? My boyfriend

Did you like anyone last summer? Yes, my boyfriend

Do you replay things that have happened in your head? Yeah

Who was the last person you stayed up with till 2am? My boyfriend

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I enjoy having one

Are you currently in a relationship? Yes

Do you use a full length mirror daily? Most days

Would you be shocked if the person you have feelings for texted you? No

Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? I would like to reconnect with my friend Shaina

What are you planning on doing after this? Idk

Is there a girl you would do anything for? No

Who IMed you on facebook last? My mom

How old are you? 26

Do you love dogs? Yes

Were you finished childhood and teens when Harry Potter movies came out? No, they started coming out when I was in elementary school

Did you keep all your VHS tapes? Probably

Do you think Jack Nicholson is a good actor? Yeah I think so

Have you ever watched an episode of “The Honeymooners”? No

Have you ever owned a pair of high-top Converse? No

Do you have rain boots with a cute pattern on them? I have cowboy rainboots

Would you rather eat an apple or an orange right now? Apple

Would you rather do a cartwheel on land or a backflip in water? If I could do either of them, a backflip in water would be cool

Have you ever performed on stage in front of people? Yes

Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? Not scared, just didn’t have anything in common with them

What size is your mattress?(single,twin,double,queen,king) Full size

Do you eat foods from all 4 food groups everyday? Lol no

Do you sleep in PJs? Yes

Do you prefer watching TV or listening to music? Watching TV. Listening for music needs to be accompanied by another activity

Would you rather watch a movie in theatre or at home? Theater is fun, but right now at home

Do you prefer brown or white rice? White

Do you like spaghetti? I love spaghetti

What about lasagna? No, I don’t like red sauce

Do you celebrate Christmas? No

Is your Thanksgiving celebrated in October too? Who does that?

Do you like chocolate bars? Yes

what about ice cream? Mostly, although sometimes the plain flavors are boring

Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? Wasps a few times

Do you get tired easily? Only in the morning

Or do you always have plenty of energy to spare? No

Have you ever done volunteer work? Where? I volunteered as a teaching assistant What about court-ordered community service? No

Have you ever worn contacts?(even just to try them out) I tried but it made my vision all swimmy

Would you wear contacts on a daily basis? Maybe if I got some that worked

Are your ears pierced? How many times? One on each ear

Do you have GOD-GIVEN(not dyed) natural brown hair too? I have natural brown hair but I don’t believe it’s god-given

Or were you born blonde? No

Have you found a gray hair on your head or body before? I don’t think so. Both of my parents kept their hair color for awhile so hopefully I got that gene

Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? Yes, on my arm

Have you ever been screened for STDs? Yes

Are all your wisdom teeth pulled? Yes

Did you have your tonsils taken out? No

Did you have your appendix taken out? No

How many kidneys do you have?(have you donated one?) I have both of them

Would you(to save someone)?^^^ I'm not sure. If it was someone I loved and there wasn’t one already on hand, maybe

Have you ever found a bug or slug in your salad? ewww no

Do you like Harry Potter? Yes

What about Twilight? It was ok, I liked it at the time I read it How do you feel about Lord of the rings? I like the movies

Are you going to see ‘The Hobbit’ when it comes out? I did

Do you have a glass that says 'Molson Canadian’ on it? No

Do you have any collector’s glasses or cups or mugs? I have a bunch of shotglasses from places I visit

Would you rather have a white fridge or a black fridge or a stainless steel fridge? Stainless steel

What size shoe do you wear? 7.5-8 womens

Do you have a wide foot or a narrow foot or just average? Kind of dorito-shaped, so some shoe types just don’t fit

Do you bite your nails when you’re stressed? No

Do you have to take an allergy pill daily in order to live normally? No

Are you on the birth control pill? No

Or are you trying to get pregnant? I’m trying not to get pregnant, but I use condoms instead

You’d rather wear black sneakers or sneakers in a bright color or pattern? Probably bright color

Has anyone ever told you they were attracted to you? Yes

Can you swim well in water way above your head? Decently

Are you afraid of thunder & lightening? No

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No

What about a tornado? No

Are you closer to your dad?(more so than your mom) I’m probably a little closer to my mom

Were you your parents’ first born? Yes

Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No

Did you trade stickers at recess when you were a kid? No

How old were you when you had your first crush? Do you remember their name? I was like 5 the first time I put a word to it and his name was Aidan, but I probably had sort-of crushes even before that

Can you even remember what the hell they looked like? Blond, bowl-cut at the time. He actually grew up to be really hot so I guess I knew how to pick em

Have you ever operated any type of motorized vehicle before? A car

Are you going to drink alcohol tonight? Maybe

Have you ever heard of the Canadian kids show called “Mr. Dressup”? No

What about the kids show “Fred Penner’s Place”? No

Did you hate Sesame Street when you were little too? A little

Were you born perfectly healthy or with some(or a lot) of health issues? I might have had some minor things

Do you collect DVDs? Not as a collection, but I buy movies I like a lot

Do you download music? Yes

Or do you still go to stores and buy CDs? No, those are like twice as much

Did you skip(jumo-rope) a lot as a kid? No, I was bad at it

Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? Only roly polies

Didn’t you just LOVE art class in elementary school?! Yeah

Have you ever played dodgeball? Yes but not well

What about Red Rover? No

Have you ever played “What time is it mr. wolf?”? It sounds familiar but I don’t remember it

Do you hate your weight? Yes

Have you ever struggled with a mental illness? A little

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Peanut butter for a sandwich, nutella for eating straight out of the jar

Have you ever stepped on a snail? No

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Mashed

Do you prefer ankle socks over regular socks? Ankle socks

Last movie you’ve seen in theaters? I can’t remember

What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? I don’t have one

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? Both

Would you ever go backpacking across any country? Probably not

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? With a friend

Do you like breadsticks? Yes

Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? No, but I do wear short sleeves year round

What state were you born in? Colorado

Have you ever had a nose bleed? All the time

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Like 15 minutes

Do you have a weak stomach? No

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? Yes

Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? Slightly but not really

Do you *really* like donuts? Yes

Do you think Disney World could ever get old? At some point

If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? Yes

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Jewelry and nerd stuff

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? I am talking to him right now

What do you usually order on a pizza? No sauce, cheese, garlic, pinapple Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? Not really

Who’s the first person with the letter “m” in your contacts? Mac

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Kitten

How old will you be on your next birthday? 27 yikes

What color are your underwear? Turquoise

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? If it’s messy

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

SHIT LIKE THIS REALLY PISS’S ME oFF. 

PEOPLE LIKE THIS DON’T KNOw WHAT THE FUCK THERE TALKING ABOUT AND IT REALLY, REALY PISS’S ME OFF !!! 

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i Went back on the video and a few other’s and posted this Really long ass comment, becuz i’m sick of the bullshit . 

Listen, You Dishonest Mother fucker, I'm a Faery, We are the race of insectoid's, the Gray's are fae, the Mantis's are fae the tall gray's are fae ... human's are primate's all thing's insect's are fae, that go's for spider's, Worm's, Slug's, Snail's, I'M A FUCKING FAERY, I COME FROM FAERY LAND AND FAERY LAND IS EARTH !!! YOU STUPID FUCK !!! It was that Way 350 Million year's ago, in till the Reptilian invaded, earth and turned into Dino Land and the gray's kept fighting back and too it back ... but thay still need a hybrid becuz FAE CAN'T FUCK, thay need to clone us to re-create us, and the clone's Broke down do bad thay need to back to nature and get a Normal Baby, like every one else dose it in the universe, get Laid and get a kid, But all of are sex organ's Failed so thay need to Leech off another race and so thay used humanity for there Pet Experiment, thay Gather your DNA from a different world and Brought you to Earth Created you in a lab, Needed the DNA Stronger, and The Mind's Wiped, so thay Put you on the Earth, and let you take it over, From  Ape to Man   for a wile and evolve the Faery's  You See with Part Human and Part wing's are called Hybrid's, there The soul's of Dead insectoid that could not get a Normal Body so thay Where forced to get a shit body with Junk DNA aka Part Faery part Something else, that doesn't make it, Part human the soul is Pure insect. thus why it's call Junk DNA. and this is why the gray's edit the Human baby's so a faery can get in the Body.

when we fae Take a world it's at the point called a Hive world, and we just like the hive Have a King and a Queen, we Divined the court's of light and dark for Holy Reason, Divine Reason's.

And Faery's are not all bippy boppy boo, Where fucking Monster's, that would make the demon's in hell shit there paint's.

https://youtu.be/wTvMTGV1Ly0 - Real Faery Music, it's the Song of the wood Nymph's, it's the song of the Goddes, for the Goddess Titania, it's not Just Queen of the fae, it's Also a Deity.

https://youtu.be/hTCy7RAPOfU - Real Faery, Spotted. Wood Nymph.

https://hiveworld000.tumblr.com/

https://twitter.com/ImUnseelieCourt

https://youtu.be/df5eYDE6XDE - Moth Man

https://youtu.be/RAng-XALXHQ - The Manit's

https://youtu.be/SXt3ZkvbsAo - The Gray's

Here are some Link's, And My Blog On the topic and my Twitter, Soon the human Race is going to get Wiped out and we are going to get are world Back, OH ! And Little Tip Indigo Child are Dark Elf's, and that's what we Are, and the Magic part Came in when are race Invested time into Science and Enlightenment, and Gained Data on Extremely Sacred fact's about the Universe and all it's holiness and Sacredness ... before that We where just Bug's people ...

That's it Where just a Highly Advance Race of insect's. Moth Man is a Faery, Mantis Man is a faery, Faery Dust is Nothing more then Insectoid Powder, it's not magic it's highly toxic, and it can Get  you high and people only think there fllying, i'm not kidding i'm not Joking, Troll's come from Dung Bettle's, So do Goblin's there a Green beetles, All Fae Coome from Insect's, The Powder is a defence, it's a fuck you to Any other race it Psychal Insectoid essescse merged with are essescse and Insecotd energy, if your not a faery you die if you breath it in, The Powder if it dosen't kill you right away will Give You a Disease Much like aids or Cancer.

The Powder on a Butter Fly and a Moth and even Fly's the Annoying that fly around people and even From bee's THAT'S ALL REAL FAERY DUST !!! Granted it's Very Primal, very Under eovled, But you get the Gist.  

[happymediium]

Shit I’ve Said Sentence Starters: The Shequel /m/

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. A sentence meme made up solely of quotes that have been said by legend, icon, starlet on the rise, Sarah, also known as me. I’m back, back, back, back, BACK AGAIN with this shit, because I kept finding more funny shit I’d said in the past and decided to write them down again. When answering any memes from this, if you include the name of the meme in your answer, be sure to include the little dabbing emoticon. Because I will check. The dabbing emoticon is very important to this meme. Change pronouns/tense/phrasing/etc as needed! Be warned for strong language and general idiocy.

“I think I just heard a mother say ‘if you’re not sorry you’re a dick’ to her four-year-old.”

“This friendship will only end in bloodshed atop a mountain with one sword between us.”

“Weird how a lifetime of owning cats prepared me for my first tattoo.”

“I don’t want to be horny when I see Dumbo in the cinema.”

“My dog has paws, not hands...bitch.”

“I SEE YOU WITH THAT CHEAP BLUE EYESHADOW.”

“I was...walking like a T-Rex, please don’t laugh.”

“I was assassinated by the FBI for spreading this forbidden sexy knowledge.”

“My Uber driver saw me smile sadly because The 1975 came on the radio and he turned it up.”

“I’ll be there with a pillow to hold over your face in half an hour. Shh, it’ll all be over soon.”

“Leave me alone, I’m whimsical.”

“Kate Bush awakens something primal in me.”

“You dazzling vajazzled cunt.”

“I can’t stop accusing people of being the Zodiac Killer just because I don’t like them.”

“I’m listening to my White People playlist and Margaritaville just came on so, uh, yeah, I guess you can say it’s getting pretty crazy tonight.”

“Today I said hi to a bug on my windowsill and she turned to look at me so we're best friends now, okay?”

“Is that a dog or a raccoon?”

“Every time I put on a wash of my clothes it's just a painful reminder of how many plaid shirts I own.”

“I love Christmas because it’s that time of the year when I’m uncomfortably reminded that I’d fuck Krampus.”

“WHEN WILL MOTHMAN FUCK ME?”

“I told my dog he was adopted.”

“Fuck Bill Gates, you can’t tell me what to do, Bill Gates!”

“I am literally dressed like a 14 year old metalhead, called Chad, who is on holiday with his family to Disneyland.”

“Lasagna is…happening right now.”

“Hm, yes. Well, they were definitely in the stars...and they were definitely at war.”

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH MY HEART, PAPA.”

“Now if you excuse me, I must make a post on my blog discussing whether or not multiple iconic fishmen in movies would be good boyfriends.”

“Why have I taken on Jeff Goldblum’s, uhhhhhhhh, speech patterns?”

“I love hanging my clothes up on a wire hanger because it feels like I'm pissing off the ghost of Joan Crawford.”

“Alright there, Big Balls McGinty, settle down there, love.”

“You are not allowed to like my whimsical fuckery.”

“Ew, gross, I almost showed an entire emotion.”

“Do you accept constructive criticism on, uh, everything you’ve ever said to me in your life?”

“I am a monster fucker of some renown, yes.”

“I feel like a fucking child of divorce.”

“I feel like I’m the baby T-Rex in Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World and you guys are the mummy T-Rex and the daddy T-Rex.”

“BAA BAA BLACK PHILLIP, HAST THOU ANY DICK?”

“That sounded memer than I intended--meaner. It sounded...meaner.”

“LOOK AT THE SOFTCORE PORNOGRAPHY I MADE FOR YOU, BRENDA.”

“What do you call that thing...it’s like a kaleidoscope but not on drugs? Telescope?”

“Slugs and snails are my friends but I’d still never touch them.”

“I just did a double take at a wrestling flyer thinking it was a flyer for some kind of gay event.”

“Your hubris has fucked us all.”

“To be fair, mate, not every man has a monster dingle-dangling betwixt his thighs.”

“You said we’re friends and friendship with me means storming the church of Scientology headquarters and demanding they release John Travolta otherwise you’re a fake friend.”

“I believe in Cryptids ‘cause they believe in me.”

“All morality and etiquette goes out the window when I see a free seat on a half 9 train.”

“Hold me whilst I sadly eat toast and sob while watching Jurassic Park.”

“It gives me wormth. Warmth for worms.”

“I knew one day my love of Elvira Mistress of the Dark would betray me.”

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME YOU LITTLE FUCKING HOBGOBLIN.”

[orange-waterfalls]

Aww, alright- I’d totally get along with these guys! - Ready for my fuckin’ thesis statement on why? 😂 Oliver: We both love bugs! I’m crazy about all insects arachnids, I love to talk about them with people as long as I know they’re not bored- I’m a listener, so I would be good with sitting through his rants- however might begin to daydream (Inattentive ADHD 101) if he talks for too long. I’m also not a person someone would refer to as energetic. I’m kind, I just can’t keep energy up. Passion seeps through when talking about a topic of interest- but I’m terrible at expressing excitement. I raise many types of insects, just like him and his bees! Moths, mantids, snails and slugs, and own a few types of arachnids and one amblypigid. If he was comfortable with it, my all time favourite thing to do, is to walk leisurely out in the woods. Specifically at night, with a headlamp on. I will turn over every log and rock in sight, looking for living things.

Lee: I will cuddle this mans while he’s playing games. I WILL. my touch starved ass would be so happy with him just- letting me lean my head against is shoulder, and nuzzle up to him while he played. I’m also a huge horror person !!! I’d have a blast playing through something like Little Nightmares or Alien: Isolation with him! (My gun aim is a lil shite though) If he liked sitting down for movies, I have an endless list, of my all time favourite horror films written in the notes app on my phone. Weird obscure movie trivia? That’s meee.

Google: I’m a quiet, laid back, mature individual- I hope (?) I would be someone Google would, at the very least, not view as a nuisance, since I’d never bother him unless he came to me, wouldn’t cause trouble, be a lil shit ™ etc. I’m awkward, and social situations are already stress inducing, so I wouldn’t see a point in “bugging” him. Touch starved as I am, I would be respectful of his personal space, and the fact that he just wasn’t like the others in terms of affection.. Also- Cool bug? You’re telling me about a weird, cool, bug you found?? You’re amazing and I love you. I’d never say that out loud though, so instead I’m going to tell you what I know, about the species, of said weird bug.

Elliot: Listen. He angry boy. But he baby. I love this dude- Anyways- I’m patient, and wouldn’t put up with Elliot’s shit when he was being a jerk for no reason. I don’t have the toughest shell, so I do get hurt easily, but usually just turn tail and surrender, taking a minute to myself to shake it off vs escalating and talking back: “wELL YEAH?? You’rE A!-“ < That ain’t me. I’m not very competitive, so might be an issue keeping up with banter. HOWEVER- I find I’m really good at cooling people down..My voice is calm and level (if not a lil quiet) so (I’d hope) Elliot found being around me to be a bit of a stress relief- People have said that kinda thing about me before- That I have an eerily calming affect about my person 👌🏻 I’d pull him away to do stuff, to distract him, when the others were pissing him off/he was just getting angry, “I could use your help decorating for Halloween..?” Also, small innocent gestures of affection, because he touch starved? Yes. I will hold your face in my hands. There’s no escape. - I love your androids, and I’m so sorry I wrote so much 😂 - Ayo I’m snagging Beetle anon 🪲

anon i have read through and graded your essay and give you an A+ yes they would ABSOLUTELY love you <33333 and you may snag beetle anon😌

[thedappleddragon]

today was just kinda weird. my dreams were abstract and faded quickly because my cat woke me up. I was gonna have breakfast, but I noticed my dad cooking on the grill outside so I waited till that was done. I sat on the trampoline and talked with him about college stuff and ate the food he made, and about 3 hawks kept circling around the neighborhood and landing on the tallest tree in our backyard. after looking up patterns and listening to calls on youtube, they might have been red shouldered hawks? I couldn't see any markings or colorations other than stripes on the tail since they were so high up. they’ve been living on our street for years, and at one point set up a nest at the end of the street. I liked watching them fly around and call at each other. I think it was a mating pair and another male trying to pick a fight lmao. after finishing lunch, my dad asked me to rake some leaves off the grass so it would have a chance to grow back. I don't every really like raking up wet leaves that have been there a while because I feel bad disturbing all the worms and slugs and bugs that thrive there. I do like the muddy smell It kicks up tho because it reminds me of the renaissance fair and general good vibes. I picked up a slug and let ir crawl around on my fingers and just watched until I realized the salt from sweat on my fingers might be hurting it and drying it out so I put him down somewhere safe. I also picked up this FAT ASS WORM :O IT WAS SO BIG. I also let that crawl on my fingers for a bit and it made me think of my mom telling me that she loved how I was never afraid of playing in the dirt or picking up worms at the bus stop and showing other kids. I like worms! at one point while I was picking through leaves I thought I saw a tiny snail but it was just an acorn cap :( I dont get to see nearly enough snails. I'm glad I got to see a frog in my yard one time tho. i wanna know where people live where they get to see lizards and frogs and snails everywhere without even trying. y know what, if it’s not oo much work I think I'll get an emotional support snail for college. I almost texted my friend and future roommate just now to ask her but thought better of it. after fucking around in the backyard for a bit I washed the mud off my shoes and ankles and got in bed intending to fill out more college forms but procrastinated and played a little bit of animal crossing, intending to catch a dung beetle as it’s the last day of the month and they disappear in march, but the snow was already gone. bud move into my village tho. I did eventually fill out all the forms. I was on youtube and I got inspired to DRAW so I drew a thicc anthro cow. oops. BUT HEY the sketches turned out cute and I had fun :) I might clean up a couple and color them digitally tomorrow who knows. I wanted to crochet but the right sized hook wasn't cooperating nd then my wrist started hurting so I gave up. I tried watching anime but I got fed up with Crunchyroll ads immediately and then got frustrated at having nothing to do. so I got stuck doing nothing and then stuck on tiktok. I got sleepy so I went under all my sheets but then I got overstimulated from being too hot so I turned on my fan but now I’m hot and annoyed and mad that my hair is dirty :( whatever I'll just go to the kitchen for a minute to reset and try again

[existentialburden]

World Wide Web Yellow, Shadow Blue, Electric LIme, Night Owl, Cornflower, Grasshopper Green, Tiny Toad Brown, Sunny Side Up, Kitten Gray, Rose Dust, Timberwolf, Freshly Squeezed, Tiny Teapot Tan, Pussywillow, Mystic Maroon, Petal Pink

World Wide Web Yellow: what was the last thing you looked up?

...”if your parents are nearsighted can you be farsighted”

sometimes when you’re writing. you forget how things work.

Shadow Blue: do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?

not to sound edgy but I do get those occasional flashes of anger over the littlest things that I just don’t mention to people because what’s the point of bringing it up? it’s a me issue. maybe some of my older writing would qualify but besides that not really.

Electric Lime: what genre of music do you listen to?

think I answered this before- all sorts! mostly pop punk and classic rock. and whatever the hell Lemon Demon has going on.

Night Owl: describe a very interesting dream that you had.

one time I had a dream where me and a few other people were trying to save the world from some worm-like demonic being but the Grim Reaper was after our asses for some reason. we explained the situation and struck a deal with him (I may have flirted with him. it’s been a while but that sounds like something I would do) and then he joined the crew. I woke up before I got to see the result of it but the point is this is why I’m Taakokin.

Cornflower: what do you think about the most?

....my OCs, probably.

Grasshopper Green: describe the area where you live.

it’s not a bad place. there’s a park nearby so that’s really nice. there’s a river, too. it’s not too far a drive anywhere more interesting and you don’t have to take any more caution than usual when walking anywhere (but let’s be real I am Constantly Alert Just In Case). loooots of trees everywhere.

Tiny Toad Brown: do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable?

I love toads, frogs, snails, slugs, worms bugs of plenty types, spiders, snakes, scorpions, rats.... I love me some “creepy” animals. also love my own scars and stretch marks and think it’s cool that people have them in general. also weeds like dandelions! I used to sit alone outside and talk to bugs when I was little so I vibe with lots of things. not just the pill bugs either, but the flies and bees and all that. I’m also going to stand by brown being a perfectly nice color and the name of this crayon made me very happy to read.

Sunny Side Up: do you like waking up in the mornings or would you rather sleep in?

think I’ve answered this before but sleeeeep.

Kitten Gray: do you have any pets? if so, describe them.

there’s my snake Calliope, who’s a normal ball python (black and brown, blank belly) and absolutely a sweetheart. she has a tendency to try and slither across people’s arms without wrapping. then there’s my cat Darkstripe, a brown tabby domestic shorthair. she’s an asshole and I love her. she likes to try and steal my soup and if I have two water glasses out she just KNOWS which one I care about more and goes right for it. she’s very cuddly though. and then there’s my guinea pig George (Theo) who’s an american guinea pig and an absolute BABY. he’s orange and white with a black patch on his butt and he whines whenever anyone so much as LOOKS at a plastic bag. he also loves cuddles.

Rose Dust: describe your aesthetic in five words or less.

chaotic brights and darks.

Timberwolf: do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?

depends on what they did. sometimes yes, sometimes no, sometimes they use up the second chance in the same general “incident”. I try to, but more often than not that just makes me resent them and everyone around me who says I should give them another chance even though I’ve already given them more than one.

Freshly Squeezed: what excites you?

sunny days, cool rocks, cool pinecones, really dumb-looking stuff (I have this chair that I adore because it looks so stupid), seeing my friends online, seeing asks in my inbox, people paying attention to my writing, new writing ideas, roleplay ideas, D&D night coming up... all sortsa stuff!

Tiny Teapot Tan: do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute?

oh I’m cute as hell yeah.

Pussywillow: do you like being around others, or do you like being alone?

depends on the day and the people. I love being around people in... small doses. one or two people at a time, really. my friends yes. strangers no. adults no.

Mystic Maroon: what confuses you, and why?

people in general. like... why is eye contact such a big deal. why does everyone in my house think people can’t hear them through the phone unless they yell. people are fucking weird.

Petal Pink: describe your fashion sense as well as what you’re wearing right now.

fashion sense tends to be skirts and short-sleeve shirts. comfy pants. bright and dark colors, eye-searing designs... right now I’m wearing a plain pink-tinted white shirt with grey trim and a long bright blue- and teal-striped skirt with a cyan jungle leaf design all over it. same rainbow-striped glasses as ever. it’s the quarantine mood and this shirt is my “everything else is dirty” shirt.