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@positivelybeastly

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Thirteen-year-old Kylee hated sports. She was more of a theatre or slam poetry sort of kid so being dragged to a football game by her dad was akin to torture. Her father did not seem too keen on taking her either, but mom was tired and pregnant, and she needed some much-needed time to herself, so off they went on an eight-hour journey to Illinois to watch her father's high school alma mater play in the finals.

Stupid football. Stupid long drive. Stupid Dunfee High School and their unusually good football team this year.

They arrived at the large stadium over two hours early because her dad was a stickler for time and over-compensated for possible traffic jams on the way, allowing them to be just in time for the tailgating that was happening.

Stupid parking lot party where adults got drunk before football. Kylee snuck off from the partying (not like she really had to try as her father had found some old school friends and was currently three beers in and she was probably the last thing on his mind). She wandered around the other side of the stadium, trying to find an area a little less full of loud, drinking adults.

Instead, she found a bunch of loud teenage boys as they scrambled off the Dunfee school bus, laughing and joking around as they pushed and shoved each other. Kylee slid behind a nearby dumpster, not wanting the catch the eye of their coach, who had begun shouting at some of the rowdier boys. She waited until the noises moved away and died down --presumably now inside -- before she dared to wander out again.

Kylee was pleased to see that the bus was empty. And it was blissfully quiet once again. She walked toward the bus. It was an older, faded yellow school bus with chipping paint and -- Kylee nearly tripped on something on the ground and she fought to regain her balance. She had tripped on a hardcover book; a copy of Atlas Shrugged. With an annoyed huff, she picked it up.

Kylee had never read this book, but her English Professor's mother had a copy of it on her bookshelf that Kylee wasn't allowed to read yet. Had one of the boys dropped it? Kylee made a face: a teenage football player was not the first person she could imagine reading a book meant for adults.

"Excuse me."

Kylee jumped and let out a strangled yelp. She whipped around to see a very large number 10 jersey in her face. Her eyes traveled up to the wearer. The teenager before her was the largest person she had ever seen. It wasn't his height -- which wasn't much taller than her dad -- but the sheer broadness on his shoulders and the impressive bulk of his arms. Kylee was one of the tallest in her seventh-grade class, but next to him, she felt tiny.

She was staring and staring was rude. her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her mouth went dry, but she managed to reply.

"I…um…you…err…do you know anyone who dropped a book?"

[kelmelarts]

Buggin' Out

Based on the music video by A Tribe Called Quest

[eric-sadahire]

Dude, imagine you're an insect and you accidently get stuck in a car and driving far as fuck away from everything you know.

[bugginout-net]

Anyone got a spare £11 Million kicking around?

[bugginout]

@psyknife

Kylee's eye twitched.

Because this was not the first time that someone had made the same conclusion. Afterall, spying with bugs was almost the same scanning their minds. Right?

"The difference is that everyone still keeps their thoughts to themselves."

[mccoysofthemultiverse]

This Blog Exists

This is a blog for the far reaches of the multiverse, where three strange variants of Henry McCoy (X-Men Beast) are forced to exist in the same space. So far, we have Henry "Hal" McCoy of 10693, Sadie of 295-B, and Retta of 35^6. It's a mix of serious, funny, and stupid.

Also, it's a blog about random things that tickle my fancy.

I also run the Dark Beast blog, the Squirrel Girl blog, and an OC blog @bugginout.

[librarycompany]

A day late, but happy belated #worldBeeDay, with a #finisFriday twist!

We're thinking about working on a pollinator garden this weekend, what are your plans?

Buzzy tailpiece from: Baldi Baldi De Loco Affecto in Pleuritide Disceptationes. Rome: Francis Caballi, 1643.

[sevensagesdesign]

Just some fun guys hangin’ out at the Roly Poly Party!! 🥳 . #AintNoPartyLikeARolyPolyParty #BugginOut #PillBug #RolyPoly #ダンゴムシ #Punaise #Mushroom #きのこ #Champignons #Fungi #FungiPhotography #NorCal #Zone9bGardening #Zone9b #Permaculture https://www.instagram.com/p/CPtSfqcHnqi/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hoowah-25]

"Man why don't you move back to Massachusetts?"

"I was born in Brooklyn".

[lilditz]

[chiruxmitsugi-blog]

[bugginout-net]

Freedom is just over the fence but we have to be willing to climb.

[buzzbuzzimtired]

The cyclist was snapped out of her thoughts, not that it stopped her from falling. Slick pavement and distracted cycling were not a good mix.

“Aw shit” Riley was now on her side with her legs tangled up in her bike. Riley didn’t even look at the woman she’d nearly hit as she kicked her bike away. It was NYC, people just kept walking. No point in sparing a second glance at someone who didn’t care if you lived or died.

Not much point in getting up either Riley thought with a huff as she rolled onto her back with her arms spread out, grey eyes staring up at the cloudy sky. No stars, but there never were in the big city.

I miss stars..a defeated sigh left her lips, Riley didn’t particularly feel like getting up. Besides she was already wet and the street was weirdly quiet. No harm laying down for a little bit.

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

[drbrownscelray]

[godsconnect]

Bugginout - Mind If I Play Sumthin'

https://soundcloud.com/bugginout7/mind-if-i-play-sumthin

[librarycompany]

"Patience, young Grasshopper." Can't help but wonder what stories this Grasshopper has to share.

Acheta Domestica. Episodes of Insect Life. New York: J. S. Redfield, Clinton-Hall, 1851.