#ant twerp

[artsyrosie]

[harmenboyfriend]

degrading pet names for your trans/cis/etc -harmed sub:

adjectives/etc: abnormal, airhead, aggravating, aloof, annoying, appalling, arrogant, awful, bad, barbaric, boring, brainless, bratty, clingy, clutz, coward(ice/ly), crybaby, devil(ish), dirty, disappointment, dork, dweeb, easy, embarrassing, emotional, filthy, foolish, fraidy-cat, geek, goody-two-shoes, gullible, lame, laughable, lazy, little, loathsome, loser, messy, needy, nerdy, nosy, overemotional, parasitic, pathetic, pipsqueak, pitiful, quirkless, reject, scaredy-cat, sickening, silly, small, squirt, stuck-up, tiny, twerp, useless, wasteful, weak(ling), wimp, wretched

animal: animal, ant, beast, bedbug, beetle, being, beta, birdbrain, brute, bug, bugbrain, carnivore, centipede, chicken, cockroach, coldblooded, creature, critter, dog, feral, flea, fly, herbivore, infestation, in heat, insect, invertebrate, lamb for the slaughter, lapdog, leech, lice, livestock, maggot, monster, mosquito, mouse, mutt, omega, omnivore, organism, parasite, pest(ilence), pet, plague, prey, puppy brain, pussy, pussycat, rat, rodent, runt, savage, sloth, snake, specimen, subhuman, swine, tamed, termite, untamed, vermin, vertebrate, wasp, wild, wildlife, wild thing, worm

bigoted (or bigoted undertones): addict, anal assassin, aspie, ass bandit, bent, brain, broke/brokie, brain damaged, brownie king/piper, cancerous, challenged, crazy, cretin, cripple(d), cuntboy, daft, deaf, defective, deformed, degenerate, delusional/deluded, demented, deranged, derp, dickgirl/girldick, different, dim, dim-witted, dumb, dummy, fairy, femboy, freak, fruit(y), fudge packer, gay, gimp(y), homo, hon, idiot, insane, malignant, NEET, neurotic, pansy, pussyboy, queer, [slurs], shemale, shit for brains, sissy, slow, soy boy, special, stupid, trap, troon, unintelligent, wagie

bodyshaming: big, (as flat as a) board, chubby, cocklet, cow, fat(ty), fatass, flat-chested, heavy, huge, microdick, overweight, pencil dick, pig(gy), plus-size(d), shrimp dick, udders

feminine and/or emasculating: barbie, becky, bimbo, bitch(y), blonde, blondie, boy, cat(ty), cougar, cunt, ditz(y), diva, female, femcel, femoid, foid, girl(y), gold digger, hag, homewrecker, hormonal, hysterical, karen, ladylike, loose, manlet, moody, panty wearing slut, pick me, pimped out hole, prima donna, prude, ran-through, skank, slut, stacy, tease, tramp, trollop, twat, whore, woman, womaniser

humiliation: boot kisser, boot licker, boot shiner, boot whore, boxer sniffer, foot slave, foot whore, painslut, panty sniffer, pee breath, pee drinker, pissy pants, shitstain, shoe kisser, shoe licker, shoe shiner, spit cup, toe sucker, toilet paper, toilet replacement, underwear/undie sniffer, urine whore

objectifying: amusement, bin, chair, entertainment, footrest, garbage can, garbage disposal, footstool, it/its, item, object, plaything, possession, property, puppet, seat, stool, that, thing, toilet, toy, urinal, wallet, waste bin, waste disposal

power dynamic: apprentice, baby, bottom, butler, captive, captor's, child, clown, co-worker, daddy's, dead _ walking, employee, father's, guard, house husband/spouse/wife, inferior, jester, kid(do), kidnapper/kidnapped, kiss-ass, knight, lowlife, maid, malewife, mama's, master's, mine/my, mistress's, mommy's, mortal, mother's, papa's, paypig, peasant, servant, service, slave, stalker/stalked, stay at home husband/spouse/wife, student, subject, sub(missive), teen(ager), victim, waiter, worker, worshipper

explicit;

genitalia: ass, assface, asshole, ass kisser, asswipe, buttplug, butt slut, chode, clit slave, clitwarmer, cockhole, cock slave, cocksleeve, cocksocket, cock thirsty, cockwarmer, dick, dickhead, dildo, guttercunt, limpdick, pocketpussy, pussy slave, pussy washer

intercourse: bag of holes, blow-up doll, breeding hole, cock sucker, cuck(old), cuckqueen, cum bucket, cum drinker, cum dump(strer), cum guzzler, cum jar, cumrag, fuckbunny, fuckdoll, fuckhole, fuckmeat, fucktoy, hole(s), jailbait, jizz jar, rapebait, rapedoll, rapemeat, ropebunny, sack of holes, sex doll, snuffbait, snuff doll, snuff hole, snuff meat, snuff toy, snuff whore, tongue fucker, vanilla, virgin

feel free to add your own favourites!

[ducktracy]

The Invader was probably my favorite character in the movie, at first I was confused why Marvin wasn't playing the alien antagonist role, but by the end this guy really stood out on his own

THE INVADER IS A LOT OF FUN! tbh i didn’t really have any strong feelings on him at first (pig and duck bias), but i was able to appreciate him a lot more in my latest rewatch in the theater. it would have been neat to see Marvin in his place, especially since Duck Dodgers (the show) shows that he does have the capacity to be a serious threat, BUT i love how limber and exaggerated his animation could be. i think he fits the hysteria of the film well while also preserving the more slow, creeping moments. i love Marvin and would have loved to have seen him (again, rip to the Duck Dodgers film proposed in the ‘90s), but i ultimately think The Invader was the best call because a) the “synergy” and recognizability of Marvin could maybe be a bit distracting and take away from any threat he posed, and b) his whole thing is that he’s an absolute dweeb!! Chuck Jones originally named him Antwerp because he looks like an ant and he’s a twerp! and as the story of the film survives now, i think casting an entirely new character was the best bet for preserving the sort of intimidation they were wanting to go for

[antoniofontaine]

୭ৎ ˙ ANTONIO LEPELLI FONTAINE ˙ ⊹

“hasn't been this way before,

i'd tell you, but i bet you know .”

nicknames. ant, tony, nino, scrape (by mattheo)

age. fifteen

date of birth. april 27th

place of birth. paris, france

friends. griffin beardsley, jeremy donovan, seath wilson, randall stone, ethan valance, henry golding, colby royals, (talk2me if you'd like to add to his list!)

family. riccardo fontaine (brother), mattheo fontaine (brother), cosette fontaine (sister), viviana fontaine (cousin)

personality traits. jokester, talkative, empathetic, adaptive, curious, compassionate, easily startled

faceclaim. froy gutierrez

status. soc

ANTONIO is undoubtfully, an annoying and pesky teenager. because he's described as being the youngest brother amongst riccardo, his eldest, most neat and charismatic brother. along coming mattheo, the most tranquil and collected brother. he's had some tough times fitting in and balancing them, especially with the fact that he can't actually think logically. the boy is obsessed with pranking people, he's impulsive and gossips too much, which often gets him in trouble at school and with his family. not to mention the fact that his father is a stubborn, french-american politician with his mother being an italian bar dancer, his life growing up hasn't always been the easiest. not just with how his personality contrasts his families image, but because he's forced to tone down his behavior and build up a more polite cover.

he might seem quiet and timid most often than not because of this, but as soon as he becomes comfortable with a person or group of them, he doesn't hide his true colors. instead, he shows them off, and that again brings us to why he's so commonly seen being yelled at. not because his parents are necessarily angry at him, but because he brings them down a lot, oh, and he has a knack for bringing his younger sister and cousin along with his devious activities, cosette and valeria. his parents can never catch a break. not with all the phone calls they receive daily from his school, and not with all the trouble the trio get themselves in.

FEATURING:

“antonio’s my kid brother, second closest to me in age, so don’t tell the rest of ‘em twerps, but he’s my favorite. he’s—i mean, he’s just a guy, and i love him. people say he’s quiet and all that, but he’s really chatty around me ‘cause he feels safe—or at least that’s what the doc said…” - riccardo fontaine

"my brother's a little shit; but that doesn't mean i don't love him. he's a jokester. likes pranking people at school, and as you can imagine, that gets him in trouble a lot. it's honestly kind of nice, because it makes them cut me more slack when i get in trouble, because the kid dumped water on someone's head, or something. i almost feel bad, sometimes, i wish he could just do what makes him happy without getting in trouble— but that's not the way our family, or the world, works." - mattheo fontaine

“i think antonio might be the funniest brother, maybe im not his favorite and he’s probably not mine but he’s sweet as sugar. he curses quite a bit but it ain’t nothin i don’t hear too often. hes real fun too, sometimes he brings me stuff that he maybe swiped or just felt like getting, which is fun, it’s like a bird collecting trinkets to give to you. i love antonio lots, he’s a great brother to all of us.” - cosette fontaine

“he's a real nice guy. stays pretty quiet but he’s a riot once he gets used it people. and I mean riot… like…. he does all these stunts at school and pranks and all! just wish he’d include me in them, yeah? he's the type of guy that does what he wants and rolls with it. you wouldn't know it if you just saw it on the street; but you’d know it if you went to school with him. oh and he's a pretty good hype guy- he hypes people up and supports them all the time! but really he’s a good cousin to me.” - valeria fontaine

“man, antonio is as stupid as can be, he's always getting into trouble. we're always hanging out even when he gets dirty looks for hangin' out with me, but he still funny as heck and don't give a damn that I ain't got a penny on me.” - randall stone

“antonio? he’s a real good kid. he don’t talk much, and i’m pretty sure he’s ‘selectively mute’ or some shit, but he ain’t weird or nothin’ and can hold his own in a fight better than some grown men i know. he’s from some, uh, mixed-breed family. they’re all socs, no doubt, but none of the kids are too bad, but antonio’s gotta be my favourite or at least in my top three.” - jeremy donovan

“ya'know, before i met him, ant was a real stick in the mud. well, not really, but he was as vanilla as you could get. the wouldn't drink, wouldn't smoke, was all shy and whatever, but that ain't the way he really is. nah, that's how he was conditioned to be— the real ant is sick as hell. the first time he smoked a weed was the funniest thing ever, you should have seen it! it was like he was coughin' a lung up, with how hard he was coughin'. i thought the poor guy was gonna throw up, or somethin'! damn, that was funny. nah, but he's gotten real good at smokin', now. i wonder if his parents know. i bet they'd be pissed.” - griffin beardsley

“antonio and i are like macaroni and cheese, we weirdly fit well together.” - henry golding

[gayelectro]

If I knew there were so many weird little kids crawling all over it like ants I would've jumped in sooner. I love it here.

With every annoying twerp I adopt I become stronger still

There's so many sweet little shithead children that need good role models and adoptive auncles. I'm taking the kids out for ice cream.

[sonicasura]

Sweet Treat Apology

Trainer's life just kept throwing surprise after surprise at. This time they were just sitting down in the Gingko Promenade with Koraidon and Blaziken as both wanted to explore and strech there legs when all of them were met with quite the surprise. A crackling noise and flash of light all caught there attention and all turned to face it and were met by Pheromosa and Buzzwole. Trainer then promtly got a Bewear styled hug and Pheromosa ruffling there hair, both saying how glad they were too see them again.

Trainer and the Ultra Beasts talked for a bit before Trainer said they should head back to the place they were staying to countinue the conversation. A good idea because Trainer could tell Pheromosa and Blaziken were sizing each other up for a fight.

When they got back to Reno's house they talked for quite a while about various thing. Though Trainer was shocked when Pheromosa and Buzzwole asked to be apart of there team. Naturally though Trainer was happy to have them be apart of the team and let them stay. Trainer couldn't wait to introduce the newest members of their team to the trio. Though first order of buisness was getting the arena ready and bringing Incineroar over from Trainer's stadium home in Unova, as the 2 Ultra Beasts were also excited too face off aganist there rivals.

The next day started off good, Trainer was preparing Breakfest for all the Pokemon, and had plans to bring Incineroar over along with a few other Pokemon to help with the arena, when the TV flashed over too an urgent news report. Appearently a Division Captain Gen Narumi had sustained a few injuries in a fight with 2 Kaiju last and had to stay at the hospital for the next few days. Now that gave Trainer pause as there mind began too take in that statement.

Trainer: Uh Oh...

Already having an idea, they asked Pheromosa and Buzzwole if they met anyone else before getting to Trainer. The response gave all Trainer needed once the words Two-Toned Twerp left both Ultra Beasts mouths.

The next 5 were Trainer panicking and being scarred about the fact that Pheromosa and Buzzwole had fought aganist a Defense Force Captain, something that deminished when both Ultra Beasts said that Narumi attacked them first and kept upping the ante.

Trainer just let out a shakey sigh, they weren't really upset about at Pheromosa and Buzzwole at what had happened just extermely scarred. This was new world were no pokemon existed and people had too fight dangerous creatures too survive. The people hear could easily mistake Pokemon for Kaiju and the case of Ultra Beasts came from worlds that were a lot rougher than Trainer's and wouldn't hesitate to attack if they felt threatend.

It was just a bad situtation all around for that encounter. A powder keg of a situation that did end up exploding, Trainer didn't want people or Pokemon to get hurt.

At Tachikawa Base

Kafka:!!!!! * Looks towards Reno's house*

Reno: Huh? Sir what's wrong?

Kafka: I don't know I just felt like something was very wrong for a second.

Back At Reno's Place

Pheromosa and Buzzwole felt bad for making Trainer feel so scarred and quickly gave him a tight hug which was joined in with a bunch of other Pokemon. Afterwards when Trainer felt a bit better they decided to send Narumi a get well soon gift.

Trainer decided to make a batch of Sitrus and Aguav Tarts a recipe Trainer learned from their friend Crispin. All the other Pokemon joined to help out even Pheromosa and Buzzwole who helped with the jam. Soon Trainer had a table full of the Sweet Tarts and began packing them with care in a Bento Box. Trainer was almost done preparing the Get-Well Soon Gift, and wanted to give one more gift something they had won in a raffle, so with everything in place they put the gift together and sent it off.

Epilouge

Rin: Excuse me, Captain Narumi this is Platoon Leader Shinonome may I come in?

Narumi: Yes, Rin you may come in.

Rin Shinonome one of the 1st Division Platoon Leaders came in and saluted Narumi who was currently confined too the Hospital Bed. Narumi was in all honesty healing up well, he had suffered scrapes and bruising from the fight, with the worst injury being a badly twisted ankle which led to a small rupture and a badly bruised leg. Though Narumi's was stubborn and insisted that he was fine and tried to leave which led to a mini tussle with Doctors and ended with his legs being restrained to the bed.

Rin gave a quick salute before asking if Narumi was feeling any better.

Narumi: I have felt better for the past 2 days yet they still want too keep me here for health reasons. They also have me drinking this special smoothie, appreantly it's made from those strange berries the 3rd Division got there hands on and is supposed to help me heal ( It's actually working but I refuse to admit it, I can only imagine the smug face fox-eyes will get at the 3rd Division coming to their rivals aid)

Rin: Oh well I hope that medicine is working. Well hopefully this will make you feel a bit better * Brings out gift* This gift was sent in by a concerned fan of yours. Why don't you open it and see what it is?

Rin handed over the gift and bid her farwell too Narumi leaving the Captain alone again.

Narumi was now a bit intrigued at what the present was and also a little smug at the fact it was from one of his fans. What he was met with surprised him. It was a bunch of baked goods, looking over and smelling the tart everything seemed fine and decided to give it a try.

To say it was delicious would be a groose understatement.

This was the best treat Narumi had every tasted in his life, the sweet flavor was perfectly blanced out with the tartness it held.

The Sweet Tart was perfect

There was one last thing that caught his eye, at the bottom of the box. It was obvoiusly a game case, and when Narumi got a glimpse of that box art he nearly had a stroke, that game he was gifted was a special edition that went into a limited print for a promotion, along with the regular copies. He had missed out on getting it and even though he could just download the special content on a regular copy, he still wanted the custom case and box art and now given that very game by a fan.

A small smile made it's way to his lips, maybe these next couple of days wouldn't be so bad.

Trainer barely missed a bullet because I just imagine Kafka just running back to Reno's house in seconds if he followed that little gut instinct. Also Pheromosa and Buzzwole would call Narumi a twerp, lol. That game gonna have a lot of sentimental value to the 1st Division Captain especially once he learns who gave it to him in the first place.

Also I just imagine Trainer's cooking would become a popular thing with the Defense Force later on. They definitely made Kafka and his companions some treats to bring over to the 3rd Division.

[kunosoura]

Ants on my post on record time. sayonara you transmisogynistic twerps

Man it’s crazy how there’s always a plausible reason for why the terms Trans women use to identify each other and talk about their particular issues are either evil or actually belong to everyone. CAGAB terminology is misgendering and Transfem belongs to everyone and “Tranny” can be reclaimed by everyone who’s trans and “Transfem” can be used by anyone who feels it describes them and so for that matter, can “trans woman” (and saying otherwise is intersexist), TMA/TME is binaristic/misgendering/whatever.

Like I’m a very relaxed person in general and I have zero interest in policing lgbt slur reclamation or individual identities or anything but like is it not glaringly obvious who is being systemically deprived of the language to discuss their particular circumstances here

[vinkandpaint]

antwerp real

[vimbry-moved]

even tho it's been in use for about 44 years now it actually still seems surreal for marvin the martian to refer to himself by name. just because his most impactful shorts came before it, and it's usually the other characters who say it more often, when it's even used within the shows at all and not just promotional text/merchandising. like I feel like that Is his name, but he doesn't know that.

[thelivingmemegod]

Rank the starters

Gen 1

Squirtle line: 10/10 would recommend, had one and I loved my blastoise dearly

Charmmander line: 6/10 overrated

Bulbasaur line: the chunky baby to big boy pipeline I give many kisses 10/10

Gen 2

Chickorita line: 5/10 little weird but it’s got spirit

Cyndaquil line: 10/10 they’ve got an awkward teen phase and I’m a little biased because I thought a typhlosion was a real weather pattern

Totodile line: 10/10 just a little bitey guy and I love all their names, exceptionally fun name scheme

Gen 3

I’ve really got the least experience with these ones. Don’t know why I’ve just seen em the least.

Mudkip line: 10/10 A derp. A real derp and it’s always a derp

Torchic line: 8/10 Fighting fire chicken. Cool (though I do not like Combusken at all-)

Treecko line: 3/10 I get what it’s going for but I…don’t really like how they executed it.

Gen 4

Thanks to the rereleases I actually played this one!

Chimchar line: 100/10 no I’m not biased cuz he was my starter leave me alone-

Turtwig line: 10/10 love the idea and execution behind these guys!

Piplup line: 4/10 I love the actual first form but the other two I really don’t-

Gen 5

I remember these guys unreasonably well, I guess I watched a decent amount of this season to remember it.

Snivy line: 4/10 like the actual first two designs, don’t like the third. The general personality of this line I don’t like. Little grass twerp is judging me-

Tepig line: 10/10 Chunky to WWE pipeline, also Emboar is fun to say and I like it’s tag teaming with the anteater thing against the metal ants. I like those kinds of prey predator relationships in Pokémon

Oshawott line: 3/10, like Oshawott, don’t like the other two that much. It does get another point for the name reminding me of osha though.

Gen 6

Played these games too!

Fennekin line: 8/10 despite my bias cuz it was my starter I really hate how delphox looks. I wish it quadrupedal. If I were to replay X I’d see if I can find and everstone and just keep Braxian

Chespin line: 1/10 I don’t like where he goes at all I wish he’d just stayed a little guy

Froakie line: 10/10 Cute little guy to edgy ninja pipeline!

Gen 7

Played em!

Litten line: 8/10 same issues as the Fennekin line, would’ve much rather stopped at the quadrupedal stage two Torracat. Plus I really like the name Torracat

Rowlet line: 10/10 Cool line! Starts squishy and ends mysteriously!

Popplio line: 4/10? I’m kinda neutral on this whole line-

Gen 8

We all know why I didn’t play this mess, this isn’t gonna be pretty

Grookey line: 2/10 I don’t hate Grookey or Rillaboom but like. Rillaboom seems like the type of Pokémon a gay kid has before he realizes he’s gay because it’s just a gymbro

Scorbunny line: 5/10 mehs all around

Sobble line: 5/10 M e h

Gen 9

The newest one-

Sprigatito line: 3/10 it starts cute then what the fuck. LET THE DAMN CATS BE QUADRUPEDAL

Furcoco line: 2/10 I’m not into the concepts or the execution of these little guys 

Quaxly line: 1/10 what the hell happened to its color scheme and why it’s legs suddenly get so thick-

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

DO THIS WITHOUT FIBBING.

▪︎1. What was the last thing you drank? Ginger ale before I went to bed last night.

▪︎2. Where was your profile picture taken? On my computer as I wanted a nice picture and I love stingrays even though they make me uneasy (they are pretty damn big)

▪︎3. Worst pain ever? Last time I threw my back out - near the end it felt like someone had stabbed me and was twisting the knife very slowly.

▪︎4. Favorite place you've ever traveled? London with my sister - eating food without all our preservatives was amazing; I actually liked a steak and pepper sandwich and I normally don't like steak or peppers!

▪︎5. How late did you stay up last night? Between 1:30 and 2 am, though I think it was closer to two.

▪︎6. If you could move, where would you move to? London.

▪︎7. What do you collect? A number of things, though I like flashlights and unusual light bulbs like projection bulbs - I find them soothing.

▪︎8. Favorite day of the week? My schedule isn't set in stone so I never have a day that I'm always off but I guess I'll say Saturday as I was born on a Saturday

▪︎9. Amusement park or concert? Amusement Park since most of the singers I like are either dead or retired (or should be retired).

▪︎10. When was the last time you cried? I honestly don't remember.

▪︎11. Who took your profile picture? I did, it was taken from the internet

▪︎12. Who's the last person you took a picture of? My nephew; he was being a twerp (he's one and a half) so my mother put him in his toy box so he'd stop touching the TV.

▪︎13. What’s your favorite season? Autumn - cool enough for warm blankets and hot chocolate but I'm not freezing. I hate spring because the transition always gives me headaches and other body problems.

▪︎14. If you could have any other career? Veterinarian.

▪︎Who’s your celebrity crush? I have a lot since I watch a lot of movies so, dead - Errol Flynn and Carey Grant (second one is shared by my sister) and alive, Sean Pertwee and Alexander Siddig (I like older men, sue me)

▪︎16. Are you a good influence? I could be better.

▪︎17. Does pineapple belong on pizza? I love pineapple by itself or with strawberries but *pulls out a Gatling gun* keep it away from my pizza

▪︎18. You have the remote, what are you watching? Depends on my mood - either Star Trek, Are You Being Served?, or some Sci-Fi movie from the 50s.

▪︎19. Who do you think will play? From the prev? So long as I'm not a Red Shirt (I should be fine as I'm female but there was that one episode) and I'm not one of those eaten by the giant ants/tarantula/scorpion, then I'm a simple bystander unless I'm Stokely from The Faculty or Randy from Scream. Yes, I'd probably be the nerd they come to.

@phoenixfeathersinfall @persephoneblck @antagonistic-sunsetgirl @happyanimeposts @satansvoluptuousthighs @void-ranger-vger

DO THIS WITHOUT FIBBING.

▪︎1. What was the last thing you drank? Water and Vodka

▪︎2. Where was your profile picture taken? In my truck, but as for here, stolen from the internet.

▪︎3. Worst pain ever? Broken ribs.

▪︎4. Favorite place you've ever traveled? Hawaii when I was in high school.

▪︎5. How late did you stay up last night? I'm assuming 9pm, but I can't say for sure.

▪︎6. If you could move, where would you move to? Canada, and up in the mountains somewhere.

▪︎7. What do you collect? Anxiety

▪︎8. Favorite day of the week? Friday

▪︎9. Amusement park or concert? Neither. I hate both.

▪︎10. When was the last time you cried? Last night.

▪︎11. Who took your profile picture? Social, I took it myself, Tumblr it was taken from the internet.

▪��12. Who's the last person you took a picture of? Not a person per say, I took a picture of my cat, Mochi.

▪︎13. What’s your favorite season? Fall.

▪︎14. If you could have any other career? Veterinarian.

▪︎Who’s your celebrity crush? Cameron Monaghan.

▪︎16. Are you a good influence? Nope.

▪︎17. Does pineapple belong on pizza? Not yes but HELL yes.

▪︎18. You have the remote, what are you watching? Sonic.

▪︎19. Who do you think will play? Guess I'll see, huh?

@dangerousconnoisseurdonut @cannibalgh0st @nsfwitchy2

[kujakumai]

For the ask thingy- mr. weevil underwood?

First impression: Evil middle schooler

Impression now: Delightful little nerd brat

Favorite moment: I love the train duel when he's just having so much fun being evil with his dorky little laugh and his moth shoes and his scary shiny glasses and pretending to rip Yugi's soul in half. He's got a good flair for the dramatic. Weevil Underwood should perform shakespeare in the park he could do it

Idea for a story: Rex and Weevil get their lives together and get married before anyone else in the gang so they're all still living in one-bedroom apartments or with their parents when they hear Weevil “that twerp” Underwood got into some really fancy entomology grad program, and now they’re all invited to the wedding of Rex and his asshole boyfriend, and they all have to go to be polite, and the cake has a dinosaur on it, and Yugi says they should try to be nice and happy for them but everyone is filled with a deep and all-encompassing sense of mid-twenties ennui and inadequacy while Mai Valentine has a great time getting schwasted at the open bar and makes Jonouchi dance with her.

Unpopular opinion: Some people do not like him and they are wrong. He's great.

Favorite relationship: His ability to make Rex worse

Favorite headcanon: He doesn't actually have any pet bugs because his mom won't let him but in his daydreams he has already named all of the moths and ants and tarantulas he's going to have as soon as he moves out. He's got plans. He goes to the pet store and stares longingly at the live crickets even though he knows they're just snake food.

[ahtsumu]

atsumu: 1, kevin: 0 ; miya atsumu

↳ pairing: miya atsumu x professional women’s volleyball player!reader

↳ synopsis: miya atsumu realises that he’s tired of keeping your relationship “low-key” with a little help from an overzealous fanboy.

↳ genre(s): fluff, humour!!

↳ warning(s): profanity

↳ length: 1.5k words

↳ a/n: surprise!!! lol i have way too many wips rn especially with requests but i wrote this as a little break from all the angst and stuff hence the cheesiness ☺️ enjoy!!

Miya Atsumu was caught in a kerfuffle.

Earlier that day, the twenty-three-year-old setter for the MSBY Black Jackals made the executive decision to come to watch you–– his Mario Kart player number two, his houseplant co-parent, the air-guitarist to his air-drummer, the Karaoke Night pink-lyric-singer to his blue–– kick some volleyball ass in the V. League Division 1 Women's Volleyball Tournament finals. 

The problem?

You played wing spiker for the Schweiden Falkes. 

There was nothing problematic about being a wing spiker on a Division One volleyball team. What was problematic, however, was that the Schweiden Falkes was the sister team of the Black Jackals’ sworn enemy, the Schweiden Adlers. To rub more salt in the wound, the Adlers had won every single game against the Jackals since Atsumu joined (not that they hadn’t prior to his arrival). And to make matters even worse, as one of the nation’s most sought-after athletes, he had to “appeal to both investors and the general population”. Miya Atsumu was supposed to be a marketable bachelor. And he was not.

Miya Atsumu was also not supposed to be at the finals of the women’s volleyball tournament. 

That was the biggest problem of them all. So maybe, actually, Miya Atsumu was mildly ensnared in a few kerfuffles.

The two of you had agreed to keep your relationship low-key from the start and were nearing two years of private, domestic bliss. Questions about each other in interviews were responded to with short and nondescript replies. Outings in public were conducted without physical contact. And despite how Twitter was almost a diary to Atsumu, he’d never once tweeted your name in his life. But as dull as your relationship seemed in public, the two of you were a different story in private. In private, he would find any way to touch you–– a hand in your back pocket, your legs draped atop his thighs, soft lips trailing up from the neck to each other. In private, sweet nothings were proclaimed and not whispered, laughter bubbled like a stream that never ran dry, and Atsumu said your name over and over again like it was habit.

But that didn’t change the fact that, right now, Miya Atsumu was not supposed to be in the nosebleeds of the Sendai City Gymnasium, even if he was hundreds of meters away from the nearest camera.

All the bigger kerfuffles fell quickly to the back of his mind, however, when a smaller and more irritating one presented itself to him. 

A snotty voice declared one row behind Atsumu’s hooded head, “Oi, you’re in the way of the view, jerk.”

Normally, Atsumu would have turned around with an equally cocky sneer on his chiselled features, “the fuck did you just call me?” locked and loaded behind clenched teeth. But when he turned around ready to deliver that exact line, he saw through his black shades that the owner of said snotty voice was none other than a scrawny prepubescent boy.

And that boy (along with the two equally snot-faced twerps beside him) was wearing your jersey number. Suddenly, all the irritation left Atsumu’s face. Was this your little fan club? A wicked cackle threatened to leap out his mouth. They were so annoying. But also, he mused, kinda cute.

“Was I?” he asked with an innocent expression on his face. It was the same one he used when Osamu would accuse him of stealing his clothes (he totally had), or when you would accuse him of eating the last slice of cake in the fridge (he totally did). “I hadn’t realised.” He really hadn’t. He just wanted to milk this for as long as he could.

“Yeah, you were.” The kid crossed his arms, glaring down at the shady guy one row below. “I can’t see the game anymore.”

“Oops–– my bad.”

“Shut up, Kevin, you were watching Y/N!” one of the brats exclaimed, punching Kevin’s shoulder.

Oh? “Yer a fan of Y/N, hmmm?”

“She’s pretty,” Kevin said immediately, shrugging. He just said it out loud like that? So easily? With a subtle wince, Atsumu thought back to the ridiculously long time before he’d admitted his ‘smidge of a crush’ on you. Yeah, unlike you, stupid. “I’m gonna marry her someday.”

At that, Atsumu’s competitive streak jolted awake. He felt himself sober up a little. Not if I marry her first, you little shit.

Bidding the trio goodbye with a bright grin, he turned around and strolled out of the stands. But he didn’t stop there. He stepped into the elevator and rode it straight down to ground level, sailed through the athlete’s entrance with a swipe of his card, and jogged his way to the side of your team bench, making it just in time to see you spike the setpoint past one of their player’s outstretched arms. 

It landed straight on the baseline.

The roar of the stadium scattered into hushed whispers. No one moved. “In,” Atsumu growled under his breath, tapping his feet against the floor. “In in in in in––” He clenched his hands into fists. If they don’t count that as in… 

Finally, the line judge pointed her arms down. The referee nodded.

And all around him, the crowd erupted into cheers.

As confetti fell from above and the Falkes’ victory song began to play, you ran from the court and into a celebratory team hug, screaming ecstatically in each other’s faces. Atsumu, beaming, ducked out of view, not wanting to steal that glorious feeling of a victory hard-earned from you or your teammates. But when the cheering died down, when the hug dispersed, when the television crews started slithering in your direction, he returned to his position behind the bench. And suddenly regretted all the decisions that had led him to that very spot.

Admittedly, Atsumu hadn’t considered the possibility that you wouldn’t want him at your game, but now, standing just metres away from you, he did. His hands suddenly felt very cold and equally moist.

As if on cue, your teary gaze landed on his figure. Your eyes were narrowed in what seemed like a warning. (Really, you were just trying to see better through your tears.)

Oh, no.

Atsumu spun around to make a run for it. At that moment, however, one of the coach’s assistants who’d been sent away to run an errand returned, barrelling through the same door he was heading towards. 

Colliding in a spectacularly embarrassing fashion, Atsumu’s sunglasses flew from his face and his hood blew off from the force of the impact. Disguise in tatters, he could only turn around sheepishly around his hands stretched out, palms up like a magician at the end of a trick.

“Surprise?”

Maybe it was the rush of victory still fresh in your bloodstream or maybe it was simply your brain going haywire, but with complete disregard for you and Atsumu’s original agreement, you ran towards him and leaped into his arms.

“Woah,” he wheezed, instinctively pulling you closer into his chest. “Was not expectin’ that.”

“You’re so stupid,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck. “What are you up to, ‘Tsumu?”

“Unkerfufflin’ myself,” was all he said before gently setting you down. His eyes darted over to the place where Kevin and his gremlins had been and, when he realised that spotting them from here would be useless, lazily flapped a hand in their general direction.

“Some brat said he was gonna marry ya,” Atsumu explained after seeing your brows crease. “I felt I had the duty to save ya from that disaster.”

“By?”

Atsumu blanked. “Er, I, uh, hadn’t thought of that part, actually. I didn’t think you’d be happy to see me here, y’know, considerin’ our agreement and that look on yer face ya had earlie––”

Rolling your eyes, you yanked on his hood, bringing his lips down to yours. His arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss–– he couldn’t help it, it was a knee-jerk reaction by now–– without so much as a second's consideration for the reporters that had swarmed around you like ants to honey. 

You pulled away just a few beats later, both breathless.

“What was that for?” he asked with his forehead pressed against yours. Despite being doused in the blinding flash of cameras and deafened by the barrage of questions shot in your direction, the two of you continued to speak as if you were in your own little world.

“You were about to word-vomit on camera and give Osamu a lifetime’s supply of blackmail,” you replied, giggling. “I thought I’d save you from that disaster.”

Hearing his words come out from your mouth, Atsumu’s eyes waned into little moons. “Consider me saved, doll.”

The noise around you grew louder. You sighed, knowing that the two of you would have a lot to deal with later. As if reading your mind, Atsumu intertwined your hands. I got you. And the unease receded. You’d figure it out together.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you pregnant?”

“Y/N! Atsumu! When are you two getting married?”

“Can you tell us anything about that steamy kiss?!”

A shit-eating grin crawled onto Atsumu’s face as he grabbed the microphone from that last reporter. “Gladly,” he said, looking into the camera.

“How’s that for bein’ in yer way, Kevin?”

And for the next few hours that the world spent having a meltdown over Kevin’s identity, you and Atsumu remained blissfully tucked away in the comfort of your apartment, playing Mario Kart, baking celebratory cookies to the High School Musical soundtrack, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeats.

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

What do you think of Miss Marvel being given Quasar's powers in her Disney + show?

I couldn't care less. I don't engage or watch MCU stuff. That flame burnt out fast with me. As a comic reader, I feel once I saw a few MCU movies, I'd seen all they were capable of doing.

With Quasar, they've been doling out ideas or concepts related to him to other things for a while. Ant-Man getting "quantum" stuff like the Quantum Realm, Captain Marvel getting a bunch of lore from Wendell and Mar-Vell because she has no real worthy lore of her own, and now Kamala getting Wendell/Mar-Vell bracelets that make constructs. It's nothing new and it doesn't affect me as I won't watch it.

MCU Spider-Man remains the thing I hate the most. It's not Spider-Man, it's some twerp with none of what makes Spidey great. But people praise it and call it "Spider-Man done right" and that's the thing that makes me hate it more. People lap it up and think it's all great because it's the MCU when as a comic fan I haven't seen them do all that much good with the actual products they put out. They ruin a lot of what I like. Loki butchered Enchantress with a crap composite and had the tenacity to use a character based on Mark Gruenwald with absolutely no real awareness of the character being a tribute to someone. They sometimes cast someone good but usually underuse them. Chris Evans as Captain America is great but they never really did the character well after the first hour of his first movie. Kurt Russell's son as John Walker, would have loved to see them actually do him as Captain America for a while like, y'know, John Walker in the comics. Instead he fell apart and went insane straight away. I am glad they didn't off him or leave him totally disgraced. They even managed to make Thanos worse by robbing him of his unique motivation and totally misreading Silver Surfer #34 when he's trying to make Silver Surfer think he cares about over-population.

I just plain don't like the MCU. I could go on a lot longer but the movies are just something I prefer not to think about. If you like them, you're allowed to like them. I don't and I feel discussing them is pointless because most people are either going to have a bias towards them or are going to hate them for political reasons and call it the woke M-SHE-U. I don't like them as a comic book fan because they are an incredibly poor substitute or unfeeling loose adaptation of the comics that they're based.

[funnybuggy]

Crazy thought!

What if Hopper, Molt and Flik switched personalities? Like they have the same bodies, mind, all that jazz. But they have the personality of the other. I'll let you decide who gets whose personality.

“Come on, molt, he’s just a kid. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Hop, go wait outside if you don’t like it! This isn’t up to you!”

Hopper scoffed and rolled his eyes. “He’s stupid. He just wasn’t thinking. Let’s just go.”

Molt whirled around. “For the last time, go outside. I’ve had enough of you.”

The little ant was cowering in fear, knees shaking as he looked up at molt. While it was true that molt wasn’t nearly as tall or strong as his brother- hopper tending to serve more as the muscle of the group, molt was broad, heavy, and aggressive in a way that could be quite intimidating without his giant of a brother standing over him. Had it been hopper by himself, flik doubted he’d have been so afraid. Hopper was often very laid back, calmer, and far more gentle. All he really cared about was getting the food and leaving. He was often a pleasant contrast, cracking little jokes here and there.

Hopper sighed, throwing up his hands and turning away. “What is he going to do, exactly? You planning on throttling the poor kid for looking at you funny, next?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME-“ molt lunged forward and grabbed hopper by the forearm. “If I hadn’t sworn to dad I wouldn’t kill you, I’d kill you.”

“Oh yeah, dad. You know something, molty? I’d like to see you try.” Hopper snapped Molt’s arm away, and crossed his arm. “Listen. He didn’t mean anything by it. Come on, did you, kid?” Hopper looked at Flik imploringly, urging him to nod. “See? Look. We’re all a little frustrated. We’re hungry, we flew all this way- I’m sure you guys have some food stored somewhere, don’t you?”

Atta stepped forward and nodded slightly. “We- we do, yes. Not enough to take home, but we can feed you now.”

Hopper elbowed molt. “See? Let’s calm down and have some lunch. Then, if you’re still feeling like killing these guys, you can go right ahead… but I don’t think you’ll want to.” He turned to the rest of the ants, who seemed to be calming down slightly. “Does that sound good to you guys?” Hesitantly, they began to nod, murmuring in agreement.

“Hang on,” molt snapped. “What about the winter? We need food to make it over the season.”

“Molt come on. We can just come back later or something. You know we’ve got enough for now. We could make it through half the winter with what-“

“Hop, don’t undermine me.”

“I’m not. I’m just saying, if we collected everything they had now, it’d probably go rotten anyway. We’ll go light this winter, maybe have a little less on our plates, but we’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but then you’ll-“

“Be fine. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much.”

“Hmm.” Molt rubbed his face with one hand. He watched Flik carefully with his one eye. “Okay. But I want the kid to apologize.”

“Aw, molt-“

“No. He’s gotta apologize or he’ll never learn.”

Hopper turned to face Flik, gesturing at him. “Alright, you know what to do, twerp.”

“I- I’m sorry,” Flik stuttered. “You know, I really didn’t mean anything, I just was kind of getting concerned for the princess, it kind of scared me, you know I get nervous so easily-“

“Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Molt waved him away, and walked off with the princess. Hopper lingered behind.

“You alright, kid?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah. Boy, you’re quite the motivational speaker, aren’t you?”

Hopper chuckled. It was a friendly sound. “Nah. He’s just ticked off cause he’s hungry. He’ll cool down soon. Don’t worry about it, either. If you hadn’t stepped in, I would have.”

“Wow… you sure are good at speaking to people. Maybe you should be a leader.”

“Oh, no. Actually-“ hopper smiled almost nervously- “I’m more of an… inventor, I guess.”

“Really? That is so interesting. What do you invent?”

“We’ll, I’m kind of working on a new method of grain storage. But that’s between you and me.”

“Huh!” Flik said, rubbing his chin. “That sounds useful.”

“Thanks, kid. Alright, I gotta go track down my crazy brother before he beats up someone else. See you around, kiddo.”

“See you!”

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Here you go! In case you couldn’t tell, molt has hoppers personality, hopper has fliks, and Flik has molts. Turns out, a nice hopper is a better leader. Who would have thought?

@bluemoonbeam15 I hope you enjoyed! ☺️

[slipstreamborne]

Doing my bi-annual stress-binge of Spider-Man fics disappointed as always to find a dearth of writing actually making full use the casual horror inherent in Pete’s freaky spider powers.

Like for a long time most supers in the MCU are non-powered people in tech suits or if they are super-powered it’s in the “three notches above Olympic athlete” realm and here’s this 110 pound blue-and-red twerp in a mostly blank face mask casually bench-pressing a jetway and climbing walls but that’s got to be the suit, right?  Ant-Man’s weird size-changing shit is all thanks to his suit.  

But then later you're in the super-hero break room and you look up and there’s this skinny kid in street clothes crawling barefoot across the ceiling with a pre-cut bagel between his teeth and Jesus Christ howishedoingthat fuck are his joints broken how do they bend like that and this kid looks at you completely deadpan as he settles into a shadowy corner and asks for you to toss him the cream cheese.