#I could have done something around insects and phobia

[blugnettabutterflies]

Gonta Week Day 2: Wolves/Insects

Oh the tranquility of life. When you can do your favorite hobbies, with he simplest of acts. When you have the life at your feet, quite literally. And just observe. There's no shame. No fear.

Just looking at other's work.

And being respectful about it. Because they are life too.

@gontagokuhara-week

[sylviareviar]

SWAP + Spider-Man

[aka an excuse to learn about what Sylvia would do with Spider Powers, so you don't have to adapt any specific version of the character. Just do whatever you want with the concept!]

Ooooh, I like this one a lot.

Spider-Girl Sylvia would be pretty different from Peter Parker as Spider-Man. She isn't the type to seek out vengeance or fight (and she has a fear of spiders--not exactly a phobia, just a general dislike for spiders and insects-- so that's always really fun lmaooo). However, if something happens that endangers her family or something, and she finds she can actually change things and make them better, she might choose to do so out of a sense of obligation, because it would be selfish of her to stay out of any fight that isn't hers.

I think, unlike Spider-Man, she might be a lot quieter. Not nearly as funny or quippy. She also isn't a technological genius, but assuming her spider powers include giving her organic webs in her wrists, she might wear a cute costume that hides her face and swing around the city as both a form of exercise and a way to relax and get her mind off of things. She doesn't actively seek out fights and does her best to cooperate with the police when she needs to, but she also doesn't want to get involved with things like S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers, no matter how much she looks up to them. Now, if she's actively sought out by them, she will most likely go along with them because it would be easier than fighting them. But ultimately, she has always wished for a peaceful life.

If she happens to see a store robbery, she will try to stop the robbers and save people with as little damage done as possible. Her first priority, as a hero, is to save the people. When it comes to archenemies, though, she never, ever tries to piss off anyone, and she doesn't have the abrasive nature it might take to brush someone off and make them feel like she's looking down on them. If she's in a particular rush, she may politely ask to be left alone so she can do her job and get to where she needs to go, which may lead to some miscommunication, but above all, peace is her goal, and if she has to sacrifice herself for others, she will.

Spider-Girl Sylvia is not a techie like Peter Parker or Aaron Amamiya. Instead, Sylvia is an arts student. She draws, plays the flute, sings, writes, acts... Unless it's three-dimensional, you name it, most likely she can do it.

She's surprisingly good at keeping her secret, too. Even from her family, once she realizes that the identity of Spider-Girl could endanger people she cares about, she finds ways to always have a proper excuse for why she was missing or late. In that sense, she uses her somewhat ditzy nature to her advantage, making excuses such as "I was hit with inspiration" or "The trains were too loud so I walked." She would definitely get overstimulated with Spidey-Senses though. That may result in her getting paranoid and pushing away everyone who tries to come close to her or comfort her.

In the end, I think it may be possible for Sylvia, as Spider-Girl, to even become an enemy of the state, because there may come a time that she lashes out, overstimulated by the sound and from suppressing her emotions for so long. It may get bad enough that S.H.I.E.L.D. has to get involved (not the Avengers, just S.H.I.E.L.D. It's not like she's attacking anyone outright, but she's disturbing the peace). She is just a high school girl with high sound and light sensitivity, and it isn't uncommon for people with autism to lash out when they're overwhelmed and have too much going on either around or inside them. Having an autistic Spider-Girl would make it possibly very dangerous for her to roam around completely on her own, unsupervised, and just "trust" that she would come when the city needed her to stop some crime.

Ultimately, though, I don't think Sylvia would do a bad job at being Spider-Girl. It would just look very different to what Peter Parker built up, and though she may gain fewer enemies based on her personality, she may also end up being dangerous in other ways because or trauma and her neurodivergent nature. I've always been a fan of the IronDad and SpiderSon dynamic, but I honestly don't think Tony Stark would take as much of an interest in Sylvia since she's not a techie like Peter Parker is. She may instead catch the attention of someone like Thor or Captain America, just based on personality alone, or even Black Widow, who feels bad dragging a "little girl" into a war zone.

This is just my take on what an artsy, autistic Spider-Girl would probably be like. Let me know what you think. Would you want this to be an AU?

[kingsbride-moved]

Could I please ask 10 and 13 from the selfship asks to make you think? For both Theseus and Asterius, if that's alright!

Having to post this from my phone because this goddamn website hates if I try to make a long text post on desktop so I apologize if it formats weirdly 💔

Anyways! Answered 10 for Asterius already, so this will be for Theseus ^.^

Whats your favorite physical feature of your F/O? What about your favorite aspect of their personality?

His nose </3 I love that its hooked. I also adore his eyebrows and that they're huge And darker than his hair (it's actually a pet peeve of mine when people draw him with blonde eyebrows 💔) And his chin dimple is really cute as well :~)

For his personality... well! To be #Frank all my favourite aspects of Theseus' personality are his negative ones 💕 like I love the positive ones too but I just love that he sucks so bad. But something i find very very cute is that he's super oversensitive and cries easily :~) Zagreus insults him Mildly and his voice is cracking and he sounds like he's holding back tears. I like to think he has a tendency to cry so hard he passes out at times 💞 there's something wrong with him

Whats you and your F/Os morning routine? What about bedtime routine?

I've thought about this in depth </3 sorry this is gonna be Long 😭

Mornings:

Theseus has a butterfly ball themed alarm clock. It's very annoying! Asterius tends to smash it to pieces every morning which also means Theseus has to get a new one every night but it's fine.

They brush their teeth. Asterius is usually still half asleep at this time. Dia usually comes in and joins around then, because she hates getting out of bed.

Theseus also plucks out the hairs that grow between his eye brows once his teeth are cleaned </3

They sit down for breakfast. Usually its pancakes made with fresh honey from Theseus' own garden (Dia and Asterius are usually the ones to gather it, though, because Theseus actually has a huge phobia about insects). According to Pliny the Elder, Athenian honey is the best because it's made with thyme <3

Theseus sits down to do Asterius' hair, sometimes Dia helps but usually she crawls back into bed during this time. </3 once Asterius' hair is done, Theseus does his own (or Dia brushes it for him if she's awake enough) and after that they get dressed for the day... unless the champions already know they'll have to battle Zag later (or some other shade), they actually dress in more simple garbs for lazy days. Theseus likes to help Asterius and Dia get dressed even tho neither of them actually need it

Asteriur puts in his nose ring, Theseus paints his horns or otherwise decorates them with jewelry, Dia puts in her earrings and puts on her necklaces... then it's time to head out!

Nights:

They usually decide what to eat for dinner earlier on in the day, or else they'll all be arguing about it when it's actually time to </3 seafood dishes are common (Theseus and Dianthus both prefer fish just in general........... but they also feel really, really weird about the idea of eating beef around Asterius for obvious reasons. Asterius himself doesn't actually care all that much, but it doesn't stop them from disliking the idea of it). Dia cooks because she's the only one who knows how to, but Theseus and Asterius help out with prep and cleaning.

Theseus' extravagant Fit-For-A-Champion home has a pretty massive bath house, so when he wants to wind down he immediately heads in there. Asterius will join him, and Dia will as well, though she's not very into long baths in the same way Theseus is, so at some point she'll just sit on the edge of the thing and talk to them :~)

Theseus um. He likes Oils. You know those stories about fancy nobles who would dip their fingers in rose oil he's that kind of guy. Says it keeps his skin glowing! Asterius doesn't like how the stuff makes his fur feel, though, and Dia just finds it kind of silly, so they usually just sit on Theseus' big couch together while waiting for Theseu to finish up, and Dia will braid Asterius' hair down so its moisture stays locked (a minotaur, after all, cannot wear a bonnet </3). When Theseus is finished up he comes and gets a little pouty (half playful, half serious) that Dia finished up Asterius' hair without him.

Theseus is usually the first to fell asleep 😭 he has a Lot of energy, of course, but he also does lot of stuff!! And so when he's tired he's conked out. Asterius doesn't mind carrying him to bed tho :~) if he's sleepy hell get under the blankets too, but sometimes he'll stay up and talk to Dia (Dia is the last to fall asleep). Dia is the one who sets up the new alarm clock too (though of course. it's just gonna get smashed to pieces come morning </3)

Also as a bonus funfact. Theseus will sleep spooning Asterius but in the morning they're like in complete scattered disarray. Theseus completely fallen off the bed. It's a mess

Also a bonus bonus funfact. I like to think Elysian heroes can just summon their weapons to their side any time they wish.......... so Asterius smashes the alarm clck by summoning his axe and just dropping it on top of the thing. Has created a very interesting depression in the little bedside drawn they have.

[sitron-sunni]

a get to know you better meme

tagged by @dummerjan, tysm!<33

do you make your bed? no.

what's your favourite number? Four! No reason behind it, I've just always really liked four.

what is your job? don't have one

If you could go back to school, would you? I'm in school! I actually had to drop out for several long years due to chronic illness. I had to move to find a school willing to provide accommodations, but I got started again with online classes almost three years ago. Now, I'm finally (finally!!), wrapping up my last subject for upper secondary school, which qualifies me for higher education. I literally sent in my application for art school last night<3 Everything is terrifying but also exciting but also terrifying but also there's no other way but forward, so.

can you parallel park? nope, I can't drive.

a job you had that would surprise people? Have not had any jobs.

do you think aliens are real? Well yes. the universe is infinitely big, I do believe some form of life exists out there, whether single-cell organisms or a more intelligent species. Do I think they came over here and built the pyramids? no. no i do not.

can you drive a manual car? still can't drive...

what's your guilty pleasure? i don't know, do i have one? I like lots of things people might find cringe, like, 80's love ballads or early one direction songs, but I wouldn't say there's anything I think of as a guilty pleasure.

tattoos? can look really cool on other people, though they're not necessarily something I'm inherently attracted to. also, they are not meant for me. I'm too indescisive, too afraid of making a mistake, and too aware of how changeable I am. I hope I keep growing and changing for the rest of my life, and I don't wanna put marks on my body that define me as someone I've moved away from, if that makes sense.

that being said, there are some tattoo artists i follow on instagram whose work i really like. People who do the loveliest watercolour work, people with insane colors, people with gorgeous, folk art-style. If I had to get a tatto, I would go to one of them, and let them dream up something wonderful.

favourite colour? yellow! yellow-y orange! sunlight!<3

favourite type of music? I think spotify usually tells me it's some type of folk indie pop rock-thing, but it's easier to answer the reverse: I don't really listen to opera, screamo/heavy metal or dubstep/edm. Aside from that? I love gathering artists and songs of all different styles from all over the world in all different languages. I'm eclectic at heart.

do you like puzzles? yes, although it's a struggle to do physical puzzles as I can't seem to find a spot with good lighting. But I've done lots of digital puzzles and they're fun.

any phobias? my fear of insects has gotten progressivley worse. specifically the crawling ones. especially if they have lots of legs, and are fast. ughhhh. does it classify as a phobia? idk.

favourite childhood sport? the words 'childhood' and 'sport' in combination are rarely associated with enjoyment for me. idk. we played a game similar to baseball sometimes, that would probably have to be the one but... I've never really been a sports-person...

do you talk to yourself? Hm. rarely out loud, but often in my head.

what movie(s) do you adore? the first lotr movie = ultimate comfort movie. Mamma mia, pretty woman, notting hill, wild child = fond childhood memories w/ my mom. Billy Elliot and the way back are two movies I've watched several times and really really enjoyed, like they just stand out in my mind. Divines, which I stumbled across on netflix, is possibly my fave. If I were to rec someone one movie, it would be that one. I just think it's good. I vibe with it.

coffee or tea? coffee, I cannot stand tea.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? A hairdresser, maybe? and I wanted to be a designer for several years after I read the book threads by sophia bennett, lol. Grew out of that one around 13/14 i think.

tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it!<3

[fernweh-writes]

Hi dear, I hope you are doing well ♥ Could you please write headcanon how would slashers react to their s/o having a panic fear of spiders? Like she always freezes or scream when she sees even a really small spider.

(today I freaked out, when I saw the eight-legged monster above my bed and wish I had some big stabby men here, who would save me :) )

Spiders simply have to many legs and to many eyes

-Fern🌿

Slashers X S/O With Arachnophobia

Michael Myers

He simply cannot understand why you’re afraid of spiders. You’re not afraid of a giant man who murders people, but you’re scared of a tiny insect with eight legs? Yeah, okay, makes sense.

The first time he sees you screaming and freaking out over a spider, he thinks that it’s hilarious. Michael has never seen you so scared of anything before. Not even he managed to get that kind of reaction from you when he was considering killing you. It amuses him that you’re so afraid of a bug.

When you scream for him it never fails to freak him out. He thinks that you’re in danger. So when he just sees you pointing at the spider he considers letting you suffer and deal with it on your own.

Once he’s done watching you have your bug breakdown he will kill it for you. It is his job to protect you after all and while he does occasionally enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, he would much rather you fear him. That small bug is stealing his thunder, so it has got to go.

Bo Sinclair

There is most definitely plenty of spiders in Ambrose. Majority of the places are run down on the inside, which makes them a safe haven for creepy crawlies. So unfortunately for you, there will be plenty of encounters with the eight legged horrors that are spiders.

The first time Bo hears you scream he panics, thinking that you’re in danger. So when he finds you pointing at a spider, it’s safe to say that he is a little bit upset.

At the same time he also finds it endearing and loves that you come running to him to save you. It shows that you trust him to protect you, even from little nuisances.

But still, even though he does think you’re being dramatic he’s quick to squash them. Bo knows that there’s plenty of spiders in Louisiana that could be dangerous and land you in the ER so he’s more than happy to handle them for you.

Be prepared for Bo to give you hell about your fear though. “What are you so scared for darlin’? The thing ain’t but the size of a dime, if that.”

Vincent Sinclair

He spends most of his time in dark, cool tunnels underground. There’s spiders absolutely everywhere in his workshop, Vincent is just used to them at this point.

Vincent does his best to keep you up in the house after the first time a spider crawls over your leg and you loose your mind. That effort lasted about all of one day considering he hates working alone now and misses your presence. Knowing that you want to be with him also doesn’t help his resolve any.

Used to try and save the spiders but eventually gave up. There’s simply to many of them in Ambrose, so saving them just doesn’t do any good.

Luckily, Vincent takes your fear of spiders very seriously. So anytime you call upon him to save you from the eight legged nuisances he is always quick to oblige.

If you interrupt his work though it may annoy him a little bit but he’ll never let you know that. He knows that you can’t help your phobia, but don’t expect him to stick around after he finishes the job. May also get a little bit of an attitude afterwards as well but always ends up apologizing.

Brahms Heelshire

Spiders don’t phase Brahms. He lives in the walls with plenty of them and has more than likely come to appreciate them. Which is very surprising for Brahms. So sometimes he tries to save the spiders and move them outside. Unless he’s been bitten by one.

If Brahms has been bitten by a spider before then it just turns into the two of you freaking out and arguing over who has to kill the spider.

“Be a gentleman, Brahms! You kill the spider.” “No! You kill it, you’re the one being paid!”

If you don’t want to deal with the spiders, all it takes is Malcolm stepping on one for you one time when you started freaking out. Brahms saw you thank him for it and got jealous. Now Brahms is your official protector from creepy crawlies, not Malcolm.

Thomas Hewitt

You’re going to have to get over your fear of spiders if you want to live in the Hewitt house. The old place does a terrible job of keeping the bugs outside so you’ll see them scurrying across the floor pretty frequently.

You know what they say, everything is bigger in Texas. Turns out, the spiders are no exception, so good luck.

Thomas is very busy and handles most of the chores for the family. He doesn’t have the time to run to your rescue every time you see a spider.

When he is with you he won’t hesitate to kill them for you though. Thomas isn’t afraid of people with weapons, why should he be afraid of a small critter with eight legs?

Luda Mae would honestly just look at you like your stupid if you tell her about your fear. Nonetheless any spider she sees it quickly whacked with an old newspaper before you even have a chance to see it.

Billy Loomis

“How come you never scream for me like that, babe?”

Billy thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that you’re afraid of something so small. You can date a murderer but an eight legged bug is where you draw the line?

While he loves to tease you about it, he will still save you from the spiders. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t? “Ask nicely and I might kill it for you.” “You’ll kill people but not the spider?” “You know what, just for that you can kill it yourself. Have fun!” Or maybe not…

Walks away but circles right back around when he hears you freaking out again. Then he gets dramatic about everything and starts huffing and rolling his eyes at you.

Stu Macher

Much like Billy, Stu teases you but in a less condescending way. Stu keeps his teasing more lighthearted, he just has a tendency to go to far with it from time to time.

Is also very dramatic and makes a whole scene out of killing the spider for you. Acts like he’s your knight in shining armor.

On the bright side, him being a complete dork distracts you from the spider. Unlike some people *cough cough Billy* he doesn’t delay the part where he kills the spider.

However, he does expect payment for saving you and protecting you from the big bad arachnid. It’s okay he accepts cuddles and kisses as a form of payment.

Jesse Cromeans

He has spent to much time on his murder sprees in the Deep South to be scared of spiders. Everyone knows that the south has plenty of deadly spiders and Jesse sin;t fazed by any of them so you can count on him to keep you safe.

There aren’t any spiders in his house either. Jesse has to much money to allow any sort of bugs get anywhere close to his house. Any time you see a spider within the house it’s most likely already dead anyways.

Jesse finds your fear of the bugs cute. It makes you seem so innocent. His sweet kitten isn’t afraid of him or what he does but they’re afraid of a tiny little spider.

Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t fear spiders, the spiders fear him.

Unlike the other slashers, Asa doesn’t tolerate bug homicide. Any time you find a spider in the house you better let him know so that he can safely get rid of it.

Some times he’ll keep the spiders that find their way into the house. Spiders are his favorite after all and native species are important for the environment.

Sadly, he would use your fear against you if he deems it necessary. As long as you listen to him though, there won’t be any issue.

[3raaaachachacha]

Seo Changbin x female reader / 1.3k words / angst / fluff

Apart of the ‘i’m stuck with a phobia’ series

Warnings: mentions of anxiety attacks, swearing

Ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes. It is one of the most common phobias of all fear of reptiles. Those who are living with this phobia, can experience overwhelming physical and psychological reactions to snakes, sometimes even caused by the thought of them.

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Camping was not something you were thrilled to do or ever expected to do, but when your best friend begged and begged for you to come with him and his group of friends who also were yours, how could you say no? So here you were, in Changbin’s car as he drove further and further away from society and into the woods.

“Don’t look so glum Y/N. It’s not as bad as you expect it to be! Trust me when I say it's going to be fun! Especially with what we've got planned,” He chimed with a bright smile as you could only lean your forehead against the cool glass of the window, hoping that he was going to be true to his word.

You were stuck in thought, wondering just how many drinks it was going to take for you to actually enjoy yourself on this trip. Just the idea of being out of your room, in the sun with insects and animals you hated, and on top of that socializing seemed to be exhausting, but you had to get through it. Everyone else was already there with their tents set up and a fire already blazing in the stone pit.

You breathed in the fresh air, actually having a little hope that this wouldn’t be as bad as you imagined. You and Changbin had set up your tent together before joining the others at the lakeside. You were sweating from the sun beating down on you and the lack of wind, hopefully hopping in the water would cool you off.

You all swam for a few hours, playing the game ‘Marco Polo’ and having races of who could swim the fastest or who could hold their breath underwater the longest. You found yourself laughing and having fun despite your previous negative energy earlier in the day. Everyone was joking around and chatting away about what was new in each other’s lives or if there was any work gossip that needed to be shared. You sat in your chair, face illuminated by the flames as you shivered a little from the cool breeze now making its way through the campground.

You felt someone drape a fleece blanket over you, making you smile as you recognized Changbin’s cologne, “Can’t have you catching a cold on the first day,” He said with a wink as he sat down next to you, placing a hand onto your knee.

You looked around at all your friends and sighed happily. It had been a while since you all were able to get together and that might have been on your behalf. Now, here you were, surrounded by the people that you would consider family.  

“Y/N, you want something to drink? Felix is making them!” Minho chuckled as you nodded your head quickly in response.

“Yes! I’ll have a few,” You exclaimed happily at the thought of alcohol as Minho shot a wink at you with a teasing smile.

Only a few minutes went by before Minho came back with a few drinks for Changbin and you. After several drinking games, you were a bit tipsy and ready for bed, but you were having so much fun you didn’t want to sleep yet. Besides, you were on vacation! You could sleep in all you wanted.  

“I need to pee, I’ll be right back!” Changbin stated for everyone to hear. Though instead of taking a flashlight and walking to the outhouse, Changbin opted for hopping behind a bush to relieve himself.

“Giving nutrients to nature,” He exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh, including you. You only hoped there was no poison ivy or poison oak where he was standing.  

Minutes later after you all had assumed he had done his business, did he call out before making his way over, “Hey! Look what I found! It’s so small and cute!” You turned to scold your best friend for picking up animals or rather anything but froze immediately when you saw what he was holding while walking back towards you.

“Changbin!” You exclaimed as you shot up from your seat faster than anyone had expected, “Changbin get that fucking thing away from me!”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Changbin’s antics and your reaction, which only prompted him to come closer to you with the others teasing in the background, “Come on Y/N. Relax, it’s just a baby. It can’t hurt a fly.”

“I don’t fucking care Changbin!” You shouted, tears welling up in your eyes as you continued to back away with your hands gripping your hair tightly. You felt your breath hitch as you struggled to breathe, “Get it away from me. Please,” You choked out before feeling yourself get extremely dizzy as your vision began to blur.

The rest of the guys could sense something wasn’t right. Chan came up behind you to hold onto you as he noticed the way your body was shaking violently and your mind was a haze. You heard the muffled sounds of the guys yelling at one another, but you couldn’t quite understand what they were saying. In seconds, you could make out the silhouette of Changbin running up to you as you tried to cower away, only to have Chan hold onto you as Changbin placed his hands up in surrender. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his chest before the two of you fell to the ground as your knees gave out.

“Hey, hey Y/N,” Changbin exclaimed in worry as he pushed your hair out of your face, “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

"Snakes," You choked out between sobs as your tone was barely audible.

Changbin looked up to the guys to see if anyone understood what you were trying to say before looking back at you, "Are you scared of snakes Y/N?" He asked softly, using his thumbs to dry your cheeks from your tears.

You didn't say anything, only nodding to Changbin's question because you felt extremely embarrassed of what just happened once you came back to your senses. You tried to hide your face in your lap, hoping that soon you'd wake up and this would have all been a dream.

"Don’t hide away from me. Look at me please,” He asked softly, making you look towards him as you realized that the rest of the guys had left the two of you alone, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I felt embarrassed of my fear. I feel like an idiot now,” You sniffled, still hiding half of your face away from your best friend.

Changbin pulled you into a warm hug as he began to slowly rub your back, wanting to soothe your ragged breathing, “I’m your best friend Y/N. There is no need for you to feel embarrassed about anything when it comes to me. We all have fears and we have no right to judge others. I just wish you had told me before. We could have avoided this. I’m sorry,” He whispered, feeling the guilt begin to rise in him for putting you in this much pain, even if it was unintentional.

“Don’t apologize Bin,” You exclaimed, feeling defeated, “Please don’t feel bad, I’m the one who’s sorry for making a scene and making you all uncomfortable.”

Changbin scoffed before pressing a kiss to your forehead and getting up to stand as he pulled you into his chest, “How about we get back to the others and get some rest,” He said, pulling you away from the campfire and towards the tents.

“Not going to lie, I’m kind of scared that a snake will come into the tent now,” You sighed as you added a small chuckle towards the end, wanting to try and lighten the mood a bit.

“Don’t worry!” He exclaimed, a lot louder than you expected, “I’ll protect you. No snake or other reptile is getting into our tent, not while I’m alive and ready to protect you.”

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- Admin 🌶️

[aggressive-positivity-network]

I just need anything with the mercs and bugs. Like just arthropods in general. Please just the boys and some bugs, please 🥺

Mercs & Creepy Crawlies

Headcanons

Medic:

“Bug? Vhere?”

He is interested in all living creatures, so of course he would have no qualms with insects. Of course, he would prefer mammals, but whatever.

His favorite to study? Cockroaches!

He likes to use them as mini-science projects. When he gets bored or burnt out, he usually takes to the “Roach-Mobile,” using electronic signals to move the cockroach every which way.

He’s also a big fan of scorpions, millipedes, and the occasional revived fossil.

It’s one of the few things he likes about living in the desert.

Lately, though, since he’s become more and more exhausted, he usually hangs out in his butterfly room. That always seems to relax him.

Heavy:

Heavy usually doesn’t notice insects unless there’s a scorpion in his boot or a fly on his sandwich.

However, he unfortunately has a very rare allergy to ladybugs.

It usually doesn’t flare up unless they go to a campground or a park where there are a lot of ladybugs.

He sneezes something awful.

And when Heavy sneezes, you definitely notice.

It hasn’t gotten very bad over the years, especially because of the arid air around the base.

But one time they had a ladybug infestation after a shipment for Medic went wrong. Until Engineer exterminated them, Heavy was sick as a dog. He even swelled up a bit and ran a low-grade fever.

“Lady is little, but make big man feel sick...”

Any occasional ladybug in the base is practically killed on sight.

Demo:

Since he lived in Scotland, the only bug he is familiar with are worms, so he doesn’t really have much to say about the others.

Except, of course, leeches.

He is deathly afraid of them.

When he was young, he was attacked by a leech swarm in a lake, and he lost a lot of blood. He even had to go to the hospital.

Ever since then, he gets sick even looking at a leech.

Medic is thrilled. He has a nice, healthy, slightly obsessive interest in phobias.

The doctor likes to tease him whenever possible, and will always offer leeches as an option when Demo gets injured.

One time, he even held up one for Demo to see.

Demo proceeded to scream, throw a grenade in Medic’s direction, and run like the devil in the opposite direction. He didn’t even take out the pin, just threw the whole, inactivated explosive.

Medic laughed and put it back in the tank, but hasn’t done it since...he already spends enough on the lab as it is.

Soldier:

He has and takes care of a pet scorpion in his Sniper Square.

Their name is Roman.

They literally have a bow on their tail made out of an old t-shirt.

Soldier feeds Roman insects, small frogs, and other meaty things - he even gave them beef jerky once.

He is pretty much immune to scorpion poison because Roman has stung him so many times.

Other than that, Soldier is pretty chill with every other bug.

Sometimes he’ll just be at the table.

Playing with a brown recluse.

Or even a black widow.

Like man, do you have any self-preservation instincts?

Sniper:

Bugs make his job a lot harder, especially centipedes and Soldier’s pet scorpion.

Sniper’ll be aiming for a shot, then he’ll feel a bunch of legs crawling on him.

Sometimes it’s sweat.

Sometimes bug.

He thinks dragonflies are pretty cool, though.

If one lands on the muzzle of his gun, he won’t take the shot. He considers it bad luck to startle a dragonfly.

Sniper isn’t afraid of any insects - I mean, come on, he lived in Australia - but he doesn’t like most of them because of how small, quick, and usually poisonous they are.

Just dragonflies.

In fact, he secretly likes collecting dragonfly stuff along with apricot stuff.

Pyro once got him a scented sticker with a dragonfly on a peach for Smissmas, and he almost went insane over it. He has stuck it on the wall of the Sniper Square, right next to the slit he shoots out of.

Pyro:

There aren’t many day bugs that Pyro likes.

Miss Pauling doesn’t them keep any, so what’s even the point?

However, fireflies are a different story.

Pyro catches massive amounts of them every night and uses them as a night light until morning.

Engie is in the process of making small “fire-bots” so that the firefly population doesn’t go extinct.

The only other bug Pyro is interested in is butterflies. He spends a lot of time in Medic’s butterfly room as a result.

His favorite is watching them come out of their chrysalis. He’ll just sit in the butterfly nursery and stare at them at they come out.

Pyro is very gentle with them, so Medic trusts her to go fetch all the new butterflies and set them free.

It’s their favorite job ever.

Engineer:

GRASSHOPPERS!

No, I’m serious, he is obsessed with grasshoppers.

When he is feeling burnt out, he can and will build as many tiny, robotic grasshoppers as necessary to feel better.

Sometimes he sets them loose and watches them hop around.

Any merc can walk in and see Engineer cross-legged on the floor, staring at an endless sea of robo-hoppers.

“Should I come back later?”

“Yeah.”

He thought about making robo-birds to catch them, but then thought about how he’d have to make robo-cats to catch the birds, and robo-dogs to catch the cats...he got so overwhelmed that he just put the grasshoppers away and took a well-deserved nap.

Scout:

Messes around with pretty much anything that isn’t poisonous

He was actually once dared to eat worms, succeeded, and then proceeded to eat a few worms whenever he could find them.

??????

Medic thinks it’s because of a vitamin deficiency, but no one really knows for sure.

Scout was also always covered in mosquito bites.

He refused to put on bug spray because of the smell and the fact he can’t stand still long enough for it to be applied.

Finally, out of sheer frustration of Scout’s whining about itching all the time, Engineer “came across” a dog tag necklace that suddenly took care of the bug problem.

Scout wore it proudly, and he hasn’t had a bug bite since.

Medic owes Engineer several favors for that one.

Spy:

He will not tolerate bugs.

He doesn’t like cockroaches, flies, scorpions, ladybugs, butterflies, or mosquitos.

But Spy has a special burning passion for spiders.

He will not visibly freak out, of course - he has too much pride for that.

However, he will take the magazine from under his arm and slam it down on the spider, instantly killing it.

He cracked a wooden table after seeing a black widow.

Medic has tried exposure therapy, but Spy has managed to kill every single one of his specimens.

But hey, it’s free pest control, so no one else is complaining.

I wonder if I should add Ms. Pauling in the future...what do you guys think?

@leepogo

[moroslavklose]

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

bea, I can totally understand your desire to learn more about me and me alone (10 other people who?) I am deeply enticing and full of juicy secrets

1) i have a pretty bad insect phobia. one time I was brushing my teeth at like 3am in summer and i noticed this fucking moth just sitting on the ceiling and I damn near had a panic attack. that little cunt wasn't even moving but I was going so hot in the face and couldn't stop looking at it it was like it was a bomb. plus the sound of insects buzzing is a surefire way to elicit pure fear out of me

2) some people can only think in words or pictures but I can think in both really well. like my daydreaming could either be an elaborately written plot with prose or it could be a full internal movie with dramatically timed slow mos and choreography and everything, I'm grateful for my imagination lmao its gotten me through a lot. sometimes I wish I had the capacity to be a director because the stuff I think of visually is like, how tf u translate that into words

i come up with a lot of my ideas for writing by walking around and vibing to music. ill just picture things in my head that go along to the music and if the picture looks right then I'll start expanding on it, then the dialogue will come in

3) im a literal slut for gossip. even if I have no idea what the topic is on, I love reading people talking about tea i just find it so entertaining reading other people's inside jokes and nicknames and Professional Takes. beauty guru gossip was a big thing for me after the James Charles sitch (and I'd never watched any of these people do videos before, my tutorials are non dramatic), now I'm a big fan of reading gossip about the British Royal family. also I got really into the kardashians, I'm like a horrified but fascinated observer, I'm so caught up on these people that it almost sickens me. and also can't forget football gossip, locker room drama and board drama is peak entertainment (annoying if it's your club tho)

4) wow why is it I forgot every marginally interesting thing about me. this is kinda sad. oh i guess I'm pretty good at the piano? i can learn a lot by just imitating and quickly get things by ear. im kind of garbage at reading music so I prefer to have videos sent to me where I can watch how the fingers move, okay that's not interesting at all

5) OK this is a random one but earlier I was thinking that one of my favourite acts of love is someone telling me to do things? not in a weird Dom sub way but I used to get really annoyed when my mama and papa lectured me to eat more fruit or drink water, but now I just feel really fond when mama calls and scolds me when i complain about like, having headaches or smth, and tells me GO AND DRINK WATER OR ELSE it's just... she cares enough to get mad? and if my friends tell me off for doing something stupid, or my man says Elise zip your coat up its cold, god I just love it that they care about you enough to scold you. other people wouldn't even bother, they'd just leave you to do whatever

anyway that turned into a fucking ramble. thanks for the ask bea:)

[faulty-writes]

Could I maybe get some Headcanons (if that’s what you’d classify this as) for the s/o that has a huge phobia of all bugs. One just appears in their room and start crying as they call their boyf/girlf to come over. (Or you could change the way it happens. Doesn’t matter to me, as long as the main thing is a phobia of bugs. Like the s/o will start stuttering and will barley be able to speak cause of it.) sorry if this was confusing. Hope you have a nice day/night btw!

[ Somewhat confusing? You didn’t choose any character(s) so I went ahead and picked two characters of my choice. My boy Inasa and my girl Jirou. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. ] 

Inasa Yoarashi

When he heard you scream from the bedroom, he dropped everything he was doing and ran. Of course, he loved you and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. As long as he could be your hero, he’d happily play the part. “Y/N!” he bellowed out as he slammed the door open and scanned the room. Tilting his head when he saw you standing in the corner with your arms clenched to your chest. 

It confused him at first, there were no bad guys or villains. So what made you so frightened? He scratched his head before approaching you, “Y/N my LOVE. What is WRONG!?” he questioned and watched as you pointed a shaky finger to the opposite wall, “S-Spi....S-S-Spid...” you tried to stutter out but you were simply too afraid of the eight-legged menace that decided to take a rest on your wall. 

“Hm?!” he blinked and followed your finger, staring at the wall. “Spi ...OH! Do you mean SPIDER?!” he questioned and you cringed at the word, God you hated spiders. He chuckled and turned back to you. “My love, I didn’t know you were AFRAID of insects! Rest ASSURED I will take CARE OF IT.” he promised before walking over and spotting the small creature. It was black in color and had white legs. 

“Hm ...” he thought a moment before snapping his fingers. “I KNOW,” he said before running off to the window and opening it. He grinned and used his quirk, creating a small wind current to carry the spider off the wall and out the window. “THERE.” he declared before slamming the window shut. He smiled as he walked over to you. “All done my LOVE, there is nothing to fear now,” he assured before pulling you into a comforting hug. 

Jirou Kyoka 

Jirou was busy pouring herself a cup of tea when she heard something crash, it caused her to jump and drop the tea kettle. She groaned as she watched it hit the floor and splatter green everywhere. She quickly picked it up and tossed it into the sink before she walked out to the living room. “What happened?” she questioned, her elongated earlobes raised up and her hands clenched into tight fists. 

She looked around the room, noticing that you were on the floor along with the flipped coffee table. “What are you doing?” she dropped her stance and walked over to you. “Are you okay?” you shook your head and quickly scurried back onto your feet before looking around the room, Jirou blinked at your odd behavior before she saw something fly by and you screamed in response. 

She hissed and covered her ears. “Sheesh! Relax, it’s just ...” she paused and watched the insect land on top of her CD rack. She slowly approached, “It’s just a beetle.” she replied and turned to look at you from over her shoulder. Rolling her eyes at your commands to kill the beetle. “How about I just take it outside? Would that make you feel better?” she questioned as she guided the beetle into the palm of her hand. 

You didn’t know how Jirou could even touch that thing without freaking out, but you ran to the opposite side of the room as she walked to the front door. “I’d like you to remember this next time you say I never do anything for you,” she commented, despite the fact that she loved you. Sometimes your antics drove her mad. 

[homestuckexamination]

funnily enough, i’m interested in your land stuff in the same way i’m into ocs/the homestuck kids—you’re an interesting and knowledgeable figure in my understanding of homestuck and meta and stuff, so i’m like. who is this person. what’s the important info lol.

... :o

You know what, why not?

I am a Seer of Doom. Originally, this title came to me in a Dream, but I’ve learned just how much it fit me over the years. I am a Seer through and through- Passive to a fault, group-oriented, putting others, my friends, ahead of me. I am quite focused on understanding and knowing new things, and helping guide others and helping others understand. I am also definitely a Doombound, I have an understanding of Suffering and all the bad shit people around me are going through, and I may not be able to help, but I’ve found solace and comfort in being there and trying to give pep talks to friends that need them. I am also very anxious and paranoid, to the point of literally having constant visions of worst-case scenarios which I tune out almost instinctively at this point.

I am a completionist, and I am very, very stubborn. When playing games, when doing things, I will actively map out and think things out to optimize whatever I need to do in order to get everything effectively, but at the same time, I have methods and ways of doing things that aren’t always necessarily the most correct or efficient, but god dammit they’re mine and I will not change my ways even if presented with a better option (See, it taking an Update that rendered Tumblr literally unusable before I even considered getting XKit).

I have a very deep fear of isolation. Namely, the fear of incommunication. Something happening that cuts me off from the people I love and care about, them not knowing what’s going on with me, me losing contact with them. This manifested in a bit of an unhealthy manner when I was younger by being extremely clingy and getting very anxious when someone I know online hasn’t been on and said anything in a few days- Only exacerbated by the loss of contact with a partner back in the day.

I got fucked up, academically speaking, because I was always the ‘gifted, smart kid’ in school, and when that didn’t happen to be the case as I grew up, I had no precedent or idea of what to do when my grades started dropping. Pair it with a particularly nasty teacher, and I ended up with a deep dread and anxiety regarding standarized tests and a disdain for classes in general from which I haven’t really recovered. I respond to conflict and change in my life by shutting off and ignoring the problem, which leads to procrastination and some executive dysfunction.

So with all of that put together, my Land would most likely have something to do with my fears and anxieties, and probably try to push me to improve in some way. With my fear of incommunication as mentioned earlier, something blocking the signal from my devices and making it difficult to keep in touch, particularly in a situation as stressful as SBURB, would force me to focus on what’s going on and try to find ways to deal with the situation before I can actually get in touch and help those I love. Add to that anxiety about getting lost, extreme phobia of insects, a fear of losing who I am as a person, and sprinkle it with a few miscellaneous common tropes, and I think I can start seeing my Land  coming into shape.

The Land of Thorns and Static. Or LOTAS for short. I considered several names for it but the aesthetic was quite solid in my mind. Thorns refers to thorny bushes, to sharp vines, to gnarled trees. An expanse of forest as far as the eye can see, dark, hazy, and difficult to navigate. Playing into my fear of bugs and my inexperience when it comes to being outside, my affinity for myths and tales of fae and woods, and my love of fantasy in general, a big spooky forest seemed like an adequate setting. Static, on the other hand, plays into the challenge and Quest my land poses.

Through the Land there would be blotches and patches of corruption. Areas, buzzing with static, visual glitching. This ties into Doom as Technology and also aesthetic I vibe with, while giving a perfect hindrance to contact with others in my Session. The static, the dense woods, it all makes communication difficult and sparse, needing to either keep me on the move, or having to learn to trust that my partners will be okay while I push through stuff myself. Of course I also thought about the idea of this Static also ‘corrupting’ one exposed to it. A dream-like haze, forgetting what you’re doing or where you’re going. Making the woods so easy to get lost into, so easy to get wounded in, incommunicated, afraid...

A majority of the Consorts- Which I am going to say are Green Salamanders because I love those glubbing fellas and Green is my favorite color- Would be under this hazy spell permanently. Some lucky Consorts are still free, but they’re terrified, to see their friends and family acting like everything is good and fine while they repeat tasks over and over, while crops die as they lack care from the local farmers. Some fun lore to spice things up, I could see something generic like... A looooong time ago, the people of the Land lived carefree lives. Too carefree. They were so carefree that tales of old began to fade from their collective knowledge. They forgot to heed clear signs and warnings of danger. They forgot to identify clearly bad ideas. And, of course, they forgot to respect the fae and their rules. Angered by their lifestyle, the Denizen of the Land, which is probably Dullahan just because I think it’s cool, fits the woods aesthetic, and is also a fae, made sure that if they wanted to live such carefree and forgetful lives, they would. The spell befell the Land, the corruption started, making Consorts complacent, forgetful, making the woods unforgiving and darkened...

And so it is said that the Seer of Doom would be able to snap the Consorts out of this haze, and find a way to navigate the woods, find Dullahan’s Minions that are keeping the spell active, and confront Dullahan himself.

Playing into my fear of not having enough time, me liking helping others, and such, I could also see some of the main parts of my Quest having Time Limits. NPCs that need rescuing, dungeons that are only accessible for a short span of time, making it so that, even when I can contact people outside my Land, or I am away and helping them, I know there’s tasks that need to be done and I have to both have patience, but also, not put things aside for later in case I need to rush elsewhere for whatever reason.

In definitive, my Land would be an absolutely awful test of stress for me, but it would try and push me to be more ‘independent’ in a way.

That’s what comes to mind, mostly, when I think about it!

Oh also, have a Browser Icon for Dullahan since you got to the end of this post!

[chicgeekgirl89]

A Little Bit Broken Chap. 11: Itch

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Lisa Davis, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Trent Sawyer, Full Metal, Cerberus, Brock Reynolds is there but he doesn’t say anything, Ray Perry, Naima Perry

Summary: Sonny is itchy and miserable.

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“So if we breach here and here that should get us in,” Jason said, pointing to the blueprints on the screen.

Sonny tried to listen to the practice drill plans as he scratched at his arm. Damn mosquitoes. They’d bit him up something fierce. He’d told everybody they needed mosquito netting for beds and better insect repellent but nooooooo. Nobody ever listened to Sonny’s concerns. Now they probably all had West Nile. And Malaria. And Dengue Fever. He scratched more aggressively.

“You got fleas or something?” Clay asked, eyeing him strangely.

“Those damn mosquitoes,” Sonny muttered. “Ate me up the entire two weeks we were in country.”

It had been a lengthy, boring op with lots of hanging around, waiting for intel that never came, and green lights that never got lit. Sonny had set up a couple of soccer games for the local kids with all their down time to keep himself from going stir crazy. Everybody was glad to be home and running strategy until the next spin-up. 

“If Full Metal and I come in from the top I think that gives up better coverage,” Ray said.

Jason shook his head. “Too exposed. What about the side?”

Now his leg was itching too. What the hell? How had the buggers gotten inside his pants? God damn it.

He tried to scratch it against the table leg and the whole thing shifted, coffee sloshing around dangerously. “Sorry,” he grunted.

Clay raised his eyebrows and even Cerberus perked his head up, but Sonny ignored them.

“Well whatever we do we’re gonna have to be quick about it,” Full Metal said. “They get one whiff of us and they’ll light the whole place up.”

“What about—all right Sonny, what the hell?” Jason finally asked.

“What?” Sonny asked.

“You’re sitting there squirming like somebody’s shoving a hot poker up your ass.”

Every eye turned to him, which just made him itch more. And was it getting hotter? “It’s those damn mosquitoes. Ate me the fuck up.”

“There’s no mosquito in the world that should make you do what you’re doing,” Ray said pointedly.

Trent grabbed Sonny’s arm and yanked up his sleeve. Sonny stared. His skin was covered in little red bumps, some of which were open and oozing. “That doesn’t look like mosquitoes,” Clay said skeptically.

“Nope,” Trent said. “That’s chicken pox.”

“What?” Sonny looked at him in horror. “No way. That’s for kids.”

“Or adults that haven’t had it,” Trent said. “Did you get it when you were a kid?”

“No. Quinns don’t get sick,” he scoffed.

“Right. Sure. And you didn’t get vaccinated for it?”

“Why the hell would I get vaccinated for a kiddy disease?”

“In case you’re ever around a bunch of unvaccinated kids. Like we were last week Mr. Soccer-Man,” Clay said with a grin.

“Oh Sonny boy, you’ve done it now.” Jason was smirking so hard it made Sonny want to punch him. 

“Trent, it’s gotta be something else,” Sonny insisted, starting to sweat. It was really getting hot.

“Fever, rash, definitely chicken pox,” Trent grunted. “Only thing to do is go home and wait it out.”

“For how long?” Sonny asked, starting to scratch again.

“Stop that!” Trent said. “You’ll scar.”

“Yeah wouldn’t want to mess up that beautiful complexion,” Clay said.

“You shut up,” Sonny snapped at him. “How am I supposed to deal with this?”

“Calamine lotion,” Ray told him. “Stop and pick some up. It’s gonna get worse before it gets better.”

“Worse?!”

By the time Sonny got home he thought he might be dying. His head ached, he was freezing cold and sweating, and he itched like crazy. He collapsed into bed and fell immediately into a restless sleep punctuated by dreams of fire ants and mosquitoes crawling all over him.

He was woken by a hand tenderly stroking his forehead. He squinted up at Lisa who looked down on him with a fond sort of bemused smile on her face. “You are so stupid,” she said.

“Not my fault.” His voice was croaky and rough.

“It’s definitely your fault.” She shook her head. “All your fears and phobias and you somehow miss getting a chicken pox vaccine? What am I going to do with you?”

“Get me a beer?” he asked hopefully, a hand scratching absentmindedly at his chest.

She trapped it with her own, forcing him to stop. “Do not scratch. You’ll regret it. How about I run you a bath instead? We’ll put some oatmeal in it.”

“I am not taking a bath like some frou frou spa day,” he protested.

“Then itch away my friend,” she said, getting up. “I’m going to make dinner. Let me know when you change your mind.”

He lasted about ten more minutes before he gave in. “All right!” he yelled. “Make me a lady bath!”

She walked back into the room, a smirk on her face. “That’s what I thought.”

As it turned out an oatmeal bath wasn’t too bad. It was actually kind of nice. And it did help a lot with the itching. “I told you so,” Lisa said, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Sonny opened one eye. “This stays between us right?”

She snapped a picture of his face with her phone. “That depends on if you’re nice to me. If not, this goes straight to Clay’s inbox.”

Sonny spent an incredibly miserable week and a half at home in bed. The rash spread all over his body to the point that he couldn’t walk by a mirror without grimacing in horror. He was no Brad Pitt, but now he looked like something the cat had dragged in. Not that he was doing much walking. The fever and body aches had him pretty well confined to his bed or the couch. Never in his life had he been more grateful for Lisa who brought him food and forced him to complete some basic hygiene tasks to keep himself alive and going.

Trent stopped by a handful of times, likely aware that Sonny would die in his own bed rather than go to the hospital if things became dire. Clay came by with some Gatorades and chicken soup. Even Naima came over to check in, probably prompted by Ray’s complete lack of information on the situation. “Looks like you’re on the mend,” she said after taking his temperature. “The spots should clear up within a couple of days. Have you been using the lotion I sent with Trent?”

“Yes. Don’t help much with the itching though.”

“Well there’s not a whole lot we can do about that. It’s got to be getting better though, right?”

“I suppose,” he grumbled.

“Just remember not to—“

“Scratch. I got it.”

“You know you’re pretty lucky. Chicken pox isn’t typically too bad in kids, but it can be really hard on adults.”

“This is lucky?!” Sonny asked.

She gave him a wry smile. “Your fever could have spiked so high it caused brain damage. Or you could have gotten a bacterial infection in your skin. Or given yourself pneumonia. Or—“

“All right I got it,” he griped.

She stood, picking up her purse. “What I’m saying is, next time, make sure you get a vaccine.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. Thanks for coming by.” She’d worked a full shift before coming over and he knew she wanted to get home to Ray and the kids. But that was who Naima was, if someone on the team was down, she was there to pick them back up.

She patted his shoulder. “Call if you need anything.”

Lisa came home a couple hours later. “Hey, how was your day?” she asked.

“D’you know The Price is Right is still on?”

“Nope, and it is definitely time for you to go back to work,” she said, settling in next to him on the bed. “I heard Naima came by and gave you the go ahead.”

“Yep. I think she brought lasagna or something. It’s in the fridge.”

“Oh thank god, I was not in the mood to figure out dinner again tonight.” She slid closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Chips?” He offered her the bag of BBQ chips he’d been munching on.

“Thanks.”

He reached across his chest to scratch his shoulder and she caught his hand without looking. “Don’t.”

[fire-bear]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

I have a phobia/aversion (not sure it’s serious enough to be a phobia) of flies and other flying insects. Butterflies are fine as are ladybirds and bumblebees. And bees in general. But I hate moths and flies and wasps - and bees if all I hear is the buzzing sound before I see them. I just squeal and flinch away if I hear the buzzing and I hate things flying into my face. I think it’s really mostly that I don’t want to swallow them. So watching BBC’s Dracula was horrible because there were flies buzzing around in it but I endured because I was curious. And that one time I had a lab where you had to transfer flies from one container to another to knock them out so we could count them and they flew right at me and my lab partner and I screamed... Fun times.

I like to use every last drop of things. I think that comes from not having much money in the house when I was growing up so we tended to do that? Honestly, I have no idea. My mum keeps throwing out the bottles of soap that I use when there’s still a tiny bit left that I could totally tap onto my hand if the squirty bit isn’t working.

Recently, I decided to listen to classical music for a bit. I always listen to music on YouTube - I stick on a playlist and let it either repeat itself or get to the end and I listen to other stuff. This particular playlist, however, was over 250 videos long with each video being at least 3 or 4 hours with the same music in some of them. So, basically, I’ve been listening to (well, I’ve been filling the silence with) the same stuff over and over for weeks now. (Because sometimes I’ll be watching something or it’s having issues loading or it’d probably be done by now.

[prorevenge]

My dogs can do anything they want!

Greetings! This is my first post, and I remembered this story quite randomly after listening to YouTube voices of stories on here, and figured it would be a perfect addition.

I wasn't sure whether to put this in petty revenge or pro, but considering how it ends, I think it belongs in pro.

Also, as a trigger warning, this DOES have animal death in it.

So this happened about fifteen years ago when I was in High School, (2000-2004, can't remember exact dates), back when my mom was still alive. For a bit of background, my mom was a semi-famous dog breeder, shower, AND trainer with a certain dog breed, and absolutely loved what she did. I was raised beside that since I was born, and have grown to expect people actually TRAIN their dogs, but sadly am continuously (to this day) disappointed that people can't manage to do that. (We've even trained multiple cats, throughout my lifetime, to actually obey some commands and to listen to us. I found out that this is not the normal, and my mom and I just had commanding tones that animals listen to.)

Throughout High School, we lived in a five story house, which we rented out and had a LOT of acreage to work with. We ended up getting a lot of chickens to have fresh eggs from, as well as for insect purposes (where we lived we had flying ants and to this day ants in general are still a phobia of mine, but that's another story lol).

My absolute favorite breed of chickens were the silkies, because not only were they incredibly sweet and loved to be petted, but their feathers felt like actual fur. We had a few of them because they made good mothers and sitters, and had just gotten a few other breeds of chickens because they 'looked cool' and we wanted a variation.

We only had the chickens for a good week or so, and was getting used to them/they were getting used to the area -- before we heard a RUCKUS outside. The chickens were absolutely squawking and freaking out, and both mom and I come tearing out thinking that there was a bobcat or wolf or something terrorizing them -- only to find TWO DOGS tearing into the chickens INSIDE their pen, and a bunch of carcasses of chickens that they had ALREADY GOTTEN TO.

My mother was absolutely LIVID. I was heartbroken, because NONE of the silkies had survived, and one particular female that we'd had for YEARS was gone.

Now, my mother being an absolute Force to be Reckoned With, had the know-how of how to grab the dogs, and both of them had collars on with the information of their owners on their actual tags. So she got the information, called up the owner, and he said he'd be right down.

I remember VERY CLEARLY to this day, how the guy drove down our driveway in a brand new SUV with a Martial Arts logo on the side of his vehicle. The way he was dressed also clearly stated that he was not left wanting for money, and when he talked to my mom, he took the dogs, and my mom did not look the least bit happy.

I don't remember much of the conversation because it was so long ago, and I was just a kid, but I do remember her saying that he was lucky she hadn't taken them to the pound because they were intact males, and to keep them either in kennels or on leashes. I also remember her telling them that if she found his dogs on her property again, she WOULD take them to the pound.

He laughed in her face, because he didn't believe her, and basically told her that his dogs didn't cause that much damage, and that they could go wherever they wanted, because they always came back home.

I found out after they'd left, when she told my dad, that she demanded he'd pay for the chickens that the dogs had killed, but he'd scoffed at her and told her instead, "I won't do that, but I'll help you build a new chicken coop." This didn't sit well with my mom at ALL. I could see the gears turning in her head, and I knew instantly that she was planning something.

It was a few days later that the dogs returned, and my mom yelled for me to come down and help her, which I did. I had a bit of trouble catching one, but once we caught them, she told me to put them in the empty kennels in the living room. They went in easily, and neither of the dogs were bad, they were just UNTRAINED. Both were about a year old, and had basically just been left to their own devices, and allowed to go wherever they wanted. They were sweet, but they were obnoxiously rowdy -- as puppies usually are.

We held them in the kennels until nighttime, fed them a little dinner (my mom had really high end dog food because dog trainer, etc) and I perk up when I hear a loud whistle at the top of our driveway. I have sensitive hearing, and I heard it right away, unsure of what it was. But my mom, with a devious grin, turned to me and asked me, "Do you hear that?"

"Yeah, I hear that."

"He's calling for his dogs. That's why he laughed at me, he didn't think I'd be able to keep them overnight. Other people weren't able to... but other people aren't me."

God, I loved my mom. She may have been a pain to deal with sometimes when I got older, but I do remember moments like this fondly because she was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

The whistling continued around for another thirty minutes or so, and then it stopped with the owner going back home. That morning, we took the dogs to the pound, and dropped them off, not having to pay for a fee once we explained our side of the situation -- we knew full well that the shelter was 1) a no kill shelter, and 2) the information to contact their owner was still on their tags.

I could still see the cogs turning in my mom's head, and wondered just what exactly she was up to.

A week passed before I found out the conclusion of what my mom had done. Once the owner had been contacted, he went to the pound to pick up his dogs, only to throw a FIT once he realized how much he had to pay, because his dogs were still intact.

An intact dog means that they aren't fixed or neutered, which ups the price quite a bit from shelters and the like. So instead of paying for the replacement of our chickens that his dogs killed, he had to pay out the nose to get his two dogs out of the pound.

In conclusion -- Price to replace chickens: Around $100 or LESS.

Price to get both dogs out of pound: Around $300-$500.

I'd say that's a win in my book.

And the best part was? We never saw his dogs on our property again. My mom was doing her dance of satisfaction for weeks.

(source) story by (/u/Fethaire)

[freshprinceofverone]

5, 10 and 18 for Romeo, please?

Heyyyy, thanks! I swear I hadn't forgotten you, getting things done is just hard atm ^^'

5. Guilty pleasures

(In a modern AU) Lounging about all day eating cereal and playing video games and/or watching TV, especially the day after a party - it's even better if Benvolio and Mercutio are there ofc. He's also the kind of guy who takes countless selfies, trying to get one that's Just Right, perhaps he's even doing a duckface in half of them

10. Fears/phobias

Oh dear lots of stuff, that guy's got so much anxiety. Mostly he's scared of disappointing his parents and his friends (for different reasons), and also he's got a phobia of spiders and insects. He got really scared once because of something that was buzzing around him, and Mercutio teased him for months.

18. Things they’ll never admit

He whines a lot, but on the other hand he doesn't communicate about his emotions very well. He couldn't tell anyone he loves them for instance (he only does do with Juliet because she's very open with that kind of stuff). I often think about everything he could have said to Mercutio, if they both could communicate about their feelings - I don't know if it would necessarily end up as a love story, but they feel so strongly for each other, and they do their best to hide it...

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Alli Inspiriti

Inspired by art | read on ao3

Sorry for no alone break I'm on mobile

Three months and there’d been no progress with the bullpen. Gavin was sitting there, arms crossed over his chest, watching as the rest of the force did as they always did when the big scary android showed up. Conversations paused as people stared, looking over six feet and two inches of plastic, wondering if there was more blue on him than usual, maybe a splash of red. They were all expecting RK900 to snap, to kill someone, human or android. They all knew what he was, what he was programmed to be. They saw a monster waiting to come out. They didn’t see how his gaze went to the floor, how he didn’t initiate conversations, or how he was consistently subservient towards them. They couldn’t see that, they didn’t give him a chance to show it.

Gavin had been with them at first, had hated the lump of plastic as he did all of the androids, but he’d spent the last three months learning how human the deviants really were. RK900 wasn’t deviant though. He couldn’t be. That didn’t change things though, Gavin still could see that the android had emotions, that he had drives and phobias, grown from his experiences. He’d noticed it with Connor too, before he deviated, but it was being so close to RK900 that he knew that he was more human than he seemed.

“Hey Tin Can,” Gavin gave him a wonky smile that he knew the android wouldn’t return. He looked like he had something that he wanted to say, but he couldn’t be the first to speak.

“Detective Reed,” Rk900 stated in that cold way of his as he took his seat in the chair across from his. “I checked out Merther’s as requested. I believe I have found a few leads that you may be interested in.”

Gavin cocked his head. This had to be good. Merther’s was a used android shop that had been broken into the night before, Andrew Merther murdered in the backroom. RK900’s LED was yellow and his eyes were even more distant than usual. It had to be strange, going into a shop that sold parts of you. Gavin assumed it was like going into an organ cooler. He hadn’t requested him go there, not alone anyway.

“Spill that tea, Destructo.”

No change in RK900’s expression, even as the LED spun. “I do not have any tea to spill Detective. Procuring some for such a task is illogical.”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “It’s an expression. Don’t worry about it, just tell me what you found.”

RK900 did so, his words slow and too eloquent, jargon mixed in with the mundane. It was like listening to the world’s most monotone man reading a textbook. He was pretty though and Gavin found himself staring which was close enough to listening anyway. At no point did an expression flicker over RK900’s features, or his body move in any way, no nervous ticks or calibrations. It was creepy. It was inhuman.

“Okay, let’s check it out,” Gavin said, getting to his feet, assuming that a location or a person had been stated.

“I’m just going to grab a coffee real quick.”

RK900 stayed where he was, let Gavin do what he needed. His LED was still yellow, as it was most of the time, but he didn’t mention any stressors. He noticed a few people still giving RK900 the side eye as he left the vicinity, heard a couple of snickers and whispered rumors. He ignored them all.

He went to the coffee machine, sighed, tried to lower his shoulders, remove some of the tension in them. He wasn’t alone though, Hartnett had followed him in there. Hartnett was a good cop and half of a decent person. The other half was a combination of donuts and cynicism. If there was one thing that Gavin really liked about him, it was the fact that he made Gavin feel tall.

He leaned an elbow on the counter, resting his weight on it heavily. “What are you doing Gavs?” there was a hint of cruelty in his tone, but that was how people talked to him if they decided to at all. It was either that or the kind of ass kissing that made him want to yell and punch and be the asshole they were afraid of. “We all thought you’d scare that plastic creep off by now. You’re losing your touch.”

That wasn’t right. Hartnett wasn’t a dick. That was Gavin’s job. “I don’t mind him being around, Gavin explained, “He doesn’t hide donuts in his desk drawer before the rest of us can have a chance to get breakfast.”

Hartnett’s red face went even more red. “He? You really are losing your touch.”

“What do you have against him, anyway?” Gavin pulled his steaming cup from the machine and opened the fridge looking for the creamer. He wasn’t big on it, but it would cool it down enough for him to drink it.

“It’s not human. It’s not alive at all, I mean look at it. It’s all weird and plastic and terrifying.” Gavin did look at him, following Hartnett’s gaze out of the breakroom and back to their pair of desks. RK900 was still sitting there, though now he was working on same report or other with his hand interfacing with the computer screen. His LED was swirling red. “The other ones, they got better, they can actually talk and shit. That one though? He’s all messed up. We’re all expecting him to go full terminator on us and not the good terminator.”

“He’s not that messed up,” Gavin brought the cup to his lips and sneered. It was hazelnut creamer. He couldn’t think of a worse choice. “You know he can’t deviate.”

“Exactly, he was programmed to be a bloodthirsty killer. You know as well as I do that that programming is going to bite us all one day.”

“If it does you better be ready for it.” Gavin was done with this conversation. “The fat guys always get caught first.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He stomped off, feeling an anger boiling inside of him, one that he used to wear on his sleeve, one that used to be ever present. It had faded away and he didn’t know if that was because he was now sleeping a decent five hours a night or because there was someone else in the bullpen that people were hating more than him. Either way it was because of RK900.

“You ready to go?” Gavin asked, taking another sip of his awful coffee. Seriously, he wanted to find out whoever got hazelnut creamer and have a sparring match. It had been a long time since he’d punched something, at least two months.

“Of course,” RK900 stated and unfolded from his chair.

He allowed Gavin to lead him out of the building and to his old pos car. They got in on their appropriate sides and Gavin asked him for the address, only to get the full GPS instructions on how to get there.

When they reached a segment of road that was eight miles and then a left turn on blahdiblah blah road, Gavin glanced at RK900. The LED was still swirling, mostly yellow again but with a hint of red flashing.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

RK900 didn’t move. Not one finger twitched. It was like having a mannequin in the passenger seat so Gavin could use the carpool lane. “Pennies stopped being manufactured in 2021 due to the cost of copper.”

“You know what I mean, dipshit.” The same casual insults but they’d softened one day when RK900’s LED was spiralling red on a case and, while there was no external sign that there was an issue, Connor had to rush over and put a hand on him, asking to interface, speaking in that weird telepathic way. It wasn’t until RK900’s LED was spinning yellow with a trace of blue that Connor pulled him aside and told him that the stress from the case was bad and that Gavin’s constant belittlement was getting him close to shutting down. He hadn’t even realized that RK900 could feel stressed before that. There had been no sign.

You defended me to Officer Hartnett,” RK900 said. “In a small way, when you could have agreed. From early understandings of your behavior and history I was expecting you to agree.”

Of course he’d heard that, he was superman without the flight or the heat rays or the kryptonite. That was why his LED was so red.

“Don’t mention it.”

RK900 didn’t mention it. He didn’t mention anything. His mouth was clamped shut, as if Gavin had ordered him to be quiet. Gavin hated it. They almost missed the turn because of how quiet and uncertain RK900 said the eight miles were over. That must have been how he’d taken it, anyway.

Gavin felt an odd urge, to say something nice, to reach out, to touch the android. He didn’t. He thought instead. There had to be something that would help RK900 be more likable.

They got to their location. Gavin should have paid more attention to what RK900 had said. It was a warehouse, big and open and hard to hide in. They were going to have to talk to people, there were a few of them loitering about, on break from the job. RK900 got out of the car after him, scanning the area, eyes landing on each human and spinning his LED as he tried to decide which they should talk to first. He was big and intimidating, just standing there. Other cops were afraid of him, civilians were sometimes terrified.

It gave him a bit of an idea though.

He went to the android, whose LED started to spin faster at his proximity, and reached up, taking a cheek in either hand. He had to get on his tip toes in order to look at him the way that he wanted to.

“Eye contact.”

RK900’s cold blue eyes snapped to his and he suddenly felt like he was being studied, like he was an insect under such a gaze. But he’d asked for it and he knew what he was doing or, at least, he was pretending that he did.

His thumbs went to RK900’s mouth, one on either side of those perfect lips. “Emote more, dipshit,” he instructed, pulling the sides wide and pushing them up into a facsimile of a smile. “It’s easy, see?”

He hadn’t even released RK900’s face by the time that the android had a hand on him, gently gripping onto his sleeve. It was gentle but it was also rough, as if he didn’t want Gavin to let go. As if he was somehow touch starved, but Gavin knew that wasn’t possible. He was an android, he didn’t work that way. His eyes though, they were confused but also sad, very very sad.

It was odd, how little expression there was, everywhere, but his lower lids had raised up and there was this crease around them that shouldn’t have been there.

Gavin released his mouth but kept his hands where they were. Letting go almost felt like sacrilege, or his approximation of it.

“Spit it out,” he goaded.

“I can’t,” his voice was hardly a whisper. “My face was not rigged to smile or pout. I do not have the social protocols to integrate myself with humanity like my predecessor but more than that I do not have the synthetic muscle structure necessary to emote. My only ways of explaining sensation to others are my words, but you have learned that I also am unable to lead a conversation, through integration, or through my LED.”

Gavin felt RK900 shift, minutely, as he lifted his hand off of his cheek, could feel the android fight the urge to put it back on his plastic skin. Gavin didn’t go far though, just wiped a thumb over the red circle.

“What sensation are you feeling now?”

RK900’s eyes finally drooped, his gaze going back to the floor, where it was comfortable. “Distress. Disgust. Despair. I am meant to be one way and I have failed and for that failure I am resented but I am also resented for the expectation that I will succeed. Confusion as well, as the only ones who show a desire to aid me in this are a man who I was warned hates androids and a failed android hunter that I was supposed to replace.”

Gavin gave him a small smile, wanting to do more, to prove more, that he’d changed, that RK900 could change. He wanted to tell him that going against his base programming didn’t make him a failure, it made him brave and strong and more than he would have been. He knew that because he’d done it too.

“Ashamed,” RK900 continued after a breath, “We have attracted attention and such a public display of what appears to be affection is a sign of my weakness.”

Gavin let go of his face, noting how RK900’s LED flickered at the loss. “Well, we’ve got people to terrify with that face of yours,” he laughed, “but, phck, once you get used to it you’re not really all that scary.”

RK900 showed his teeth. It wasn’t a smile, he couldn’t do that, but it was clearly supposed to be one. “And you’re not as much of an asshole.”

Gavin smiled at that. Things were changing all the time. He led the way over to the closest of the employees, trying to act like he hadn’t spent the last couple minutes touching his partners face and, more importantly, like he knew what to ask.

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1 2 4 7 8 9 13 18 20 26 27 29 30 32 39 40 41 43/44 45 46 49 51 53 55 56 57 59 63 65 that is. so many dghsdghsdgv I'm sorry I just see an ask meme and go crazy aaaa go stupid aaaa. You can just answer whichever u like from those!! also 69(nice): you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash

HDSKFJKS I completely understand but lucky for u I LOVE to talk !!

1) How are you?

Pretty good, actually!! Which is a nice change of pace. I went to Walmart with some friends yesterday and got a few things, baked a family recipe that my friends LOVE, and finally did my laundry (it’s been a couple weeks we love depression and executive dysfunction dfhkjsfd). I went to Cracker Barrel with some friends and earlier and played a 4-way game of Tetris after. :3c

2) Post a picture of yourself.

Here you go !!

4) What is your entire name?

Sierra Alexis and my last name is something constantly misspelled so I’ll give you the name of a historical figure whose name is a letter off from mine: George B. McClellan, to whom I may or may not be related because last name variations are fuckin’ WEIRD.

7) Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality.

I’m a Capricorn sun and moon, and Libra rising !! And from what I’ve read on Twitter from various astrologers, like Milkstrology, I LOVE her, I’d say it’s pretty accurate with my personality!! I like to say Capricorn’s aren’t cold bitches but, I Have A Tendency To Be One !!

8) What did you do on your last birthday?

God what DID I do on my last birthday… it was in January, so like, I SHOULD remember… OH I went to IHOP with my friends !! I share a birthday with another friend and I got a JoJo notebook and something called a Fuggler! They’re stuffed animals more or less but designed to be “ugly.” I got one that looks like Philadelphia Flyers mascot Gritty because I LOVE Gritty… he’s so fun and funky.

9) What is one thing you’d like to accomplish before your next birthday?

Get all my requests in my inbox over on my writing blog done KJHFDJKSF it’s been a few months and life has been. Hectic to say the least.

13) If you could change your eye color, would you?

There’s so much weird as hell brown-eye-phobia so like… I think blue eyes would be pretty neat. OR PURPLE… give me some unnatural eye colors pls...

18) Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet!! I’m going to get one the next time I go back home for break. :3c And I have a few ideas for other ones!! I wanna get a big-ass “Dragon Age: Origins” tattoo that’s the dragon on the cover on my thigh. I also wanna get a DA2 and “Inquisition” tattoo… and the Joestar birthmark… too many ideas… 

20) Left or right handed?

Right-handed !! I could have been left-handed or ambidextrous if I broke my arm AFTER I started kindergarten, but alas that was before.

26) Something you are working on right now:

This !! But also the script for my next podcast episode that I record on uhhh Monday I think. Should probably figure that one out dsjfjhsf

27) Do you have any “rules” about food?

I answered that in the last ask !!

29) What would you say is your best quality?

I also answered this in the last ask !!

30) What do you think you’re really good at?

Writing, I’d say! And memorizing trivia about the stuff I’m super into. If it’s stuff pertaining to “M*A*S*H” or old movies or TV shows or actors or specific historical events, I will know that shit FOR LIFE. Don’t ask me to do math pls thank u

32) What talent do you wish you’d been born with?

I wish I was able to do stuff with music. That was never really in my blood, despite all the music classes they make you take in elementary school. I just never learned how to memorize or read sheet music. :/ I would have loved to play violin, tho… my friend plays and she says I would have been a good cellist.

39) Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?

YES… have for years. I still have my Care Bear from when I was 5, Gritty as mentioned above, a plush of my school’s mascot, and a little Fugo !! He’s so tiny.

40) What do you think about the most?

Everything and constantly and all at once. But the past really because I can never let stuff go and even the small things I mess up on haunt me forever… Wish that wasn’t the case but it is !!

41) Share two habits:

Biting my nails and having a very specific routine in which I get ready when I wake up. Like, I’ve gotta go brush my hair before I put my important cards in my left pocket, then put on my silver bracelet, then my beaded bracelet, then my earbuds in my right pocket, then put my earrings in. I HAVE to do it in that order…

And other oddities that include, like, if I need to go around something I HAVE to follow the urge to go one way and not the other, lest I feel the need to go back and fix it. And then which foot goes first before I reach a crack in the sidewalk, or up or down a curb, etc.

43) What are your career goals?

If I can just make people happy or get some kind of joy out of the things I do, I’d call that enough. :)

44) What is your ideal career?

Mmm, either a film historian or a film professor !! Preferably at the college I’m at right now but wherever the wind takes me, I’ll go! Or a Twitch streamer or YouTuber, it really depends on my mood jdhfjskf

45) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

It was pretty much the same !! Freshman year was pretty lively, I didn’t have a job on campus yet though, or my podcast. Everything else is basically the same!

46) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

CONSTANTLY… good or bad it’ll play back over and over and over again.

49) Do you have any phobias?

HOO BOY, DO I… fear of heights; fear of insects/bugs/arachnids/bees/wasps; I have a strong dislike of the number 13 but I don’t know if it’s a phobia, I just. REALLY hate it; the unknown, more or less what lurks somewhere beyond where I can see. Not so much a fear of the dark with that one, just what could BE in it.

51) Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?

I answered this in my last ask, as well!

53) Ever come close to death?

Two or three times, maybe? Two of them involved what’s called a laryngospasm, typically it can happen when your sick, which is what happened to me both times. Basically your throat just closes up on your for a hot minute and you can’t breathe. The first time I genuinely thought I was going to die (and my dad still sent me to school that day… HOE), the second time I was also sick and was losing/had lost my voice DURING A JOB RETREAT and it happened in the middle of the night so that was funny sitting there gasping for breath in the pitch dark.

At the FIRST retreat I went on for that job, you had to take pictures as part of a scavenger hunt, and the place used to be an old military fort, so there were still the old bunkers there. We had to take one on top of it and I was taking the picture, and it’s a wide shot so I go to take a step back but before I do I look behind me. If I hadn’t I would have fallen a good 10-15 feet down onto solid Civil War-era bunker concrete. I’d consider that being a “close to death” moment because I really could have died!

55) A random fact about yourself:

I have a half-brother !! My sis and I finally found him after her 23andMe results came back (which she decided to do despite us being like THE GOVERNMENT WILL COLLECT OUR DATA) and we didn’t think our mom would be happy she found him but she was !! My sis might reach out and contact him, she just wanted our mom’s permission first to do it.

56) What are three things most people don’t know about you?

Well, that I have a half-brother. I don’t mention it a lot. Aside from y’all on here and my sister, most everyone else doesn’t know I’m nonbinary! Everyone else knows I’m bi though lmao. And that there were times I’d stretch or bend the truth or lie about something just to impress someone else. It’s a… Bad Habit. Another thing is that most people don’t know I like coffee? Like I need to put a shit ton of creamer in with it because I’m a Bitch, but yeah.

57) An unknown fact about your life:

I wouldn’t call this an “unknown” fact but I’d used to go to work with my dad every now and again when he worked at the Home Depot and he was assistant manager. I’d either chill in the back room which was an office he shared with two other guys, or walk around the store with him. I had my own apron, too, which was my name with “Mini Mac” next to it, “Mac” being my dad’s nickname and something easier to say than my last name. I actually helped a few customers out so I wonder if I should have gotten paid for that despite being like, ages 9-13 when I’d go jshfkjd

And I guess I technically tested video games as a kid? Basically, when my dad was stationed at Fort Knox, they’d get demos of video games that hadn’t come out yet to test I suppose? and I still have a few somewhere. He’d hand them off to me and I’d play them so there’s that.

59) Five weird things that you like:

Eating globs of wasabi for no reason.

Scaring my friends also for no reason.

I wouldn’t say using cotton swabs to get wax out of your ears because it feels good is weird, just more medically inadvisable if anything.

When I was younger I’d like to floss really hard because the slight pain from it felt good. Young me was a #Freaque KJHDFJJDHF

I don’t know if being fond of alphabetizing and reorganizing things is considered weird but I LOVE doing that.

63) A quote you try to live by:

“It matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll; / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul.” It’s from the poem “Invictus” and the last two lines are what I’m getting tattooed !!

65) Weird things you do when you’re alone:

Practice the “Lucky Star” dance. I GOT THE LYRICS DOWN… JUST NEED TO DO THE DANCE NOW…

69) Leave me a compliment:

“you seem rly nice and funny from your 🅱️osts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trash”

Anon pls 🥺 I do my best to be nice but my friend really do test me sometimes... my feelings bounce back n forth like if they do something my feelings can switch to angry or like, hate, and then if they do something nice I’ll like them again. It sucks but ! I just take it one day at a time. Anon I care for u 💜💜💜