#ant sighting

[antposting]

[jupiterswasphouse]

[VIDEO AND PHOTOS TAKEN: JULY 10TH, 2024 | Video and Image IDs: A video and six photos of a large and slightly fuzzy black and brown ant on a human hand, alongside a single blackberry. In the video, the ant very quickly wipes off its antennae, before crawling over and starting to feed off of the blackberry /End IDs.]

[headfullof-ideas]

I’ve been slowly making my way through some mild artist and writers block, and behold, I give you this mini-comic of two of the next gen Nekton kids I came up with. This features Jackson and Kai, the only two boys in the group, both the same age. And Kai is questioning some of Jackson’s choices right about now…

A fun fact about Jackson is that he has thalassophobia, which isn’t great when your whole families thing is being drawn to the water, and you come from generation after generation of underwater explorers. It’s even worse when you yourself are fascinated with the ocean, love to learn all about it, yet whenever you take family trips on you and your cousins parents old submarine, you spend half the trip hidden away in your room and stubbornly avoiding the windows because if you see the endless blue ocean surrounding you, one of your parents is gonna find you having a mild panic attack on the floor sometime later. But you’re NOT going to just skip those trips and stay home like a sensible person with that super specific fear would do, cause it’s one of the only times you get to see your cousins and grandparents for long stretches of time and in person, AND there’s still a fair number of stuff to do on a submarine that doesn’t trigger your phobia of the ocean your freaking family is drawn to. He’s also way too stubborn to not go anyways, and it’s entirely genetic and gives his parents migraines.

Yet Jackson is still scared after fifteen years of being fascinated with the ocean like any other Nekton regardless. Fifteen years of slowly beginning to feel self-conscious of his phobia, fifteen years filled with many conversations with his parents and extended family about how he’s still loved and they don’t care that he’s scared of the very thing their family has spent generations loving. Fifteen years of slowly feeling left out and slowly feeling like an outsider in his own family. And those family trips are starting to make Jackson feel a little miserable, and even more self-conscious.

So he decides to try taking matters into his own hands, saves up some money, and buys the most thalassophobia inducing game of all time, and tries to bully the thalassophobia out of himself by scaring himself senseless with Subnautica. And he’s not going into it TOTALLY blind, he did some research! And he’s super into world-building and creature design, so he’s been eyeing the game for a while anyways. He just, uh, didn’t anticipate how much it would get on his nerves in the first place, and his cousin doesn’t shut up about it for a long time

Bonus, Ant and Fontaine wondering what the heck the boys are doing upstairs, and why they’re screaming so much

(not shown later that night, Jackson and Kai both sitting at the dinner table with thousand yard stares and refusing to elaborate what happened earlier that day when questioned)

[kabra-malvada]

Core OC "A.N.T."

They're the head of Aperture Science's security, made by Glados herself. After the events of portal 2 Glados made them as a last security measure to prevent something like Wheatley taking over from ever happening again. She designed them specifically to hate Wheatley on a personal level so that if he were to ever set foot on the facility he'd be hunt down.

They have a big ego, being created by Glados of all people made them have a superiority complex. Even so they don't take their job too seriously, their main objective is to find any possible security breaches and fixt/prevent them but they get distracted easily.

Because of this they evade most of the other bots in the facility, except for turrets, they have a soft sot for them. They also love bugs, will adopt any they're able to find. They have build in gun in their arm for stopping any direct treat they might encounter.

They're a big Gossiper, being connected to all the cameras in the facility they know everyone's dirty secrets and will use them against them if necesary.

They're just a lil guy, a jerky lil guy :3

Closeups under the cut!

They've been spinning in my brain constantly

[sommerregenjuniluft]

(almost) sunday snippet 🐜

thank you @kaaaaaaarf for the tag<3 i actually just now finished writing a small chunk of ant pile so have the rosekiller boys being boys™️

Evan snorts. He can’t be for real right now.

Looks up at his best friend just for Barty to wink at him.

“You’re kidding,” Evan deadpans.

“What’s it look like to you, ay?” he wiggles his hips a little from side to side, “Finest swordsman in all of Naples right fuckin’ here,” and makes hissing noises that Evan believes are meant to be interpreted as slicing sounds.

Evan shifts his weight onto one foot, crossing his arms in front of his naked chest, giving Barty a look.

Which simply ignores this and continues with his ministrations and then an aborted noise slips from Evan when their dicks knock from Barty’s nonsense.

Instinctively snaps a hand out to shove at Barty’s shoulder.

Barty stumbles back a half step and stares at him with raised brows, jaw lax. No you didn’t.

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[party-lemon]

logging on for the first time in days to obsessively reblog and post about the same three pictures of the band like I'm some creature crawling out of a dark hole to feast on any poor traveler walking by

[cobragardens]

The Missed(?) Connection

Here's a story about how fucking stupid life is.

When I worked in Manchester city centre I would commute in every day on the train from one of the market towns. This would have been c. 2014-2015, before I started having panic attacks about going to work but after I'd been written up for being 5-10 minutes late most mornings.*

Every morning I would walk up Deansgate from Deansgate Station to the office, stopping at a Sainsburys Local to buy breakfast. This particular morning I was late as usual, so the great migration had already browsed the foliage of yogurt bars and uninspiring sandwiches and thundered onwards; besides the store clerk there was only one other person in the shop with me.

Do you believe people can fall in love at first sight?

I did not believe any such thing, so it was QUITE THE SURPRISE to me when I did it.

Here is what I remember about her:

*She was wearing one of those Nepalese yak-wool jackets with the bright rainbow-dyed yarn they sell at the Christmas market every year. Most such garments end up smelling strongly of b.o. and weed stank, grimy and unravelling, but hers was bright and well kept, and she wore it over a short black skirt and tights and managed to achieve a kind of insouciant charm with it so marked that it didn't occur to me for years after that she might have been wearing the jacket for pride reasons.

*She was trans and white and straight-sized.

*Her hair was a well-chosen blonde that would look plausible on her when freshly colored, which at that moment it was not; her hairstyle was a layered cut no longer than her shoulders and in need of a trim.

*The fashion of the time called for contouring and false lashes, but instead she was wearing simple-looking makeup that suited her: black mascara and a lip color somewhere between red and berry. I remember the red of the lip color did not match the cheerful Sno-Cone red of the rainbow jacket but was perfect for her complexion.

*Her black ankle boots had mid heels--the thick sturdy kind of heel good for walking a mile or two in the city if your back doesn't hate you yet. She would have been a bit taller than I am even in stocking feet; the heeled boots took the length of her legs past enviable into devastating.

*She wore a few sterling silver rings, but not so many it looked like dress-up, which is the mistake I always make with them. I coveted at least one of the rings, but I no longer recall their motifs. Her hands were fine-boned, the nails unpainted, knuckles a bit raw and chapped pink, in need of hand cream; I found them enchantingly beautiful.

*I stood behind her while she paid for her breakfast. I recall thinking the style of her pocketbook was cool. I don't remember now what it looked like.

*Her face wore that mildly unhappy cast people's faces have when they're going to work in the mornings and haven't quite finished the process of stuffing away enough of their real life's problems to appear together and professional. Just ever so slightly fragile.

I had no contact with anyone queer in the country. To my knowledge I'd met three trans people in my whole life. I'd dated a grand total of one woman. All my other previous relationships had been with men.

And none of that mattered, because I was in love. Just like that.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew, and the certainty was simple and clear and easy: I knew I wanted to ask her to dinner, and I knew I wanted to know her on whatever terms she was comfortable being known. I knew I wanted to give her footrubs and brush her hair and ask her about her day and memorize which of her coworkers were giving her grief.

And I didn't ask her out. Because I was late for work. Late enough that it didn't matter if I stopped to get breakfast at the Sainsburys Local, but also late enough that if I stopped to talk to someone I'd be written up again.

I am sure you will agree that this sucks on multiple levels. For one thing it sucks that I was not a person worthy of her, a person not in danger of being fired, a person capable of getting to work on time more than 1 day in 4, a person who could afford to be late long enough to chat her up.

For another thing it's a bit Pink Floyd's The Wall that I was so beaten down by life I was financially and psychologically compelled to crush part of my soul, and who knows, maybe a shot at real love and a beautiful future, in order to remain employed.

It haunts me that there are things that I don't even know I don't know about myself, and that I experienced something that can't be explained, and of course most of all that I will never know whether that feeling of serendipity was accurate.

But the thing that really gets up my nose about this event, the thing that makes me think that any god that exists must be an evil motherfucker, is this:

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to try for something precious and true and my inability to meet that opportunity were the same moment, brought about by the same set of circumstances. If I hadn't been so late to work I couldn't stop to talk to her, I wouldn't have been in the shop at the same time she was. I would never have seen her.

*Improbably, I was unaware at the time that I had anxiety.

[schnuffel-danny]

thinking about my OCs interacting with Danny Phantom characters and I think Clockwork would have personal beef with 98% of my characters that is if he actually manages to live long enough in their presence to form any sort of opinions on them lol

[ratcandy]

all ants ever can be in one family, but fuck dude the planthoppers? we need at least four for those

[strixcattus]

Things I would say to bugs if I could talk to bugs:

Flies/moths/misc. winged things: Please come with me I can show you the way out of the confusing box maze. There is a door here and I can let you through it. Also stop flying into the lights they are not what you think they are Bees: Thank you for your hard work. Do you want water I can get you some water Wasps: YOU'D BETTER KEEP YOUR DISTANCE also thank you for your hard work do you want water I can get you some water Caterpillars: I love you I love you Ilove you I loveyou I love youI love you Ilove youIloveyouIlove Ants: BACK YOUR FREAKING CARAPACE UP, BUSTER, I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT IN HERE NOR DO I WANT TO, BUT I KNOW YOU DO KNOW, SO SKEDADDLE Worms: I'm trying to help you; please crawl into my hands so I can carry you off the sidewalk and into the grass before you become worm paste or a sundried corpse, or at least stop trying to get away I am trying to save your life Mosquitoes: I am exercising a mercy you will not find from most humans. Please extend the same to me. Please. Please. Please Beetles/misc. crawling things: I promise you I'm not going to hurt you just please crawl onto this paper. Yes I am going to fling you out into the night that's not really negotiable. I promise this is better than if you stick around and someone else steps on you. Centipedes/millipedes: OUT. OF MY SIGHT. NOW. That one tiny bug that keeps trying to scale my laptop charger: Stop doing that. We'll both sleep better if I don't have to worry about crushing you into my keyboard by accident. Every bug at least once: Please get out of the sink I am begging you I just want to wash my hands without drowning you Also every bug, many times: Hey did you know that you're significantly more likely to be stepped on and killed if you're on the sidewalk compared to the grass? Just a fun fact for your consideration Spiders: You see this doorway? That leads to my room. Please do not move in past it I'd rather not be jumpscared. Anywhere else and we can be chill. Especially if you eat ants.

[antposting]

[teenagefeeling]

tumblr users are such fucking liars lmfao. no fucking way the vast majority of people voting in this learned to read before school age. they wanna be precocious gifted kids soooo fucking bad but i simply do not believe it. no you didn't learn to read at 3. im asking your mom

[jupiterswasphouse]

[VIDEO AND PHOTOS TAKEN: JUNE 13TH, 2024 | Video and Image IDs: A video and three photos of a female black and red, red velvet ant or cow killer wasp, in the video, it's burrowing into the sandy soil in a few different places, running around looking for a good place to make its burrow for its young. In one of the images, it's on top of a carpeted but dirty outdoor platform, in the other, it is once again digging in the soil /End IDs.]

Fluffy ✅, can dig in the soil ✅, rapid sniffing ✅. Yep, this is a doggy.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

🍭:

I'm sitting it out today because on top of Aunt Flo kicking my ass I also got sick AND it was 90000 degrees with 200% humidity AND I made a lovely latte to enjoy on my sofa while my body eats itself and came back 2 minutes later and a FRUIT FLY HAD DROWNED ITSELF IN IT AND I HAD TO TOSS IT OUT I WANTED TO SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE

I CRIED I WILL ADMIT IT I WAS DONE

If someone could come and like shoot me in the head that would be nice

Just take me around behind the shed lol I am half dead anyway

[antarctite]

open discussion of kink is good at a base level but a lot of you took “you should be able to talk about and openly discuss kink without being ashamed” outside of kink communities, and now its ‘transphobic’ for intersex people to not want to be involved in forcefem/forcemasc kink. involving people who are just minding their business online in your kink roleplay is already a problem, but expecting intersex people to be your sex object and then getting mad when they dont want to participate in something most of them have traumatic experiences with (i myself experienced both forced fem and masc roles in my life) is just blatant intersexism.

[ants-personal]

im gonna write the fic but colin should live but also be gay with chip and help needy hes slightly changed by the demon bite he got where he ears raw bloodied meat and he needs a extra pain as foreplay