#i hate hammerhead worms

[irrelevaantidiot]

learned a lot about hammerhead worms while tryna torment my friends as a joke..

now im the one suffering. im not doing well rn. pray for me i guess.

[swagging-back-to]

idk where you are but here in Maine there's been an increase in bugs every year. drastic increase. and yes, we even still have fireflies.

i hate it.

I think one of the absolute most frustrating things for me personally about the current climate crisis / late stage capitalism hell is that ontop of people just outright denying it and acting like the rising temperatures are normal- there’s been like. A VERY noticeable decline in the amount of insects yearly. As someone who goes out of my way to see bugs, every single year for the past decade there has been a sharp decline in bugs. What used to be fun filled summer months running around, catching grasshoppers and petting caterpillars… there’s nothing. I’ve seen one grasshopper this year. I’ve not seen a single caterpillar! It’s currently the ant nuptial flight season in my area and I’ve seen 0 winged ants. They used to all but infest my home during flight season

I remember as a kid, I used to excitedly find ladybug larvae, and I’d relocate them to plants covered in aphids. But I’ve seen one ladybug in the past 5 years, and 0 larvae. I’ve not even seen any aphids. It’s so tangible, it’s so noticeable to me as someone who considered this my absolute favourite season to do my favourite activity in. And I know if the bugs are dying off, other things that eat those bugs are to.

And the absolute worst part? When I tell people about this, the average reaction is ‘good!’. A lot of people will express joy over there being less bugs in the world. Most will express how they’re glad they’ve been experiencing less mosquitos and I want to just grab by the shoulders and shake them and yell TONS OF BUGS JUST DISAPPEARING SHARPLY OVER THE YEARS IS NOT A GOOD THING !!

Anyways. Fellow entomology nerds, have any of you also noticed a drastic decrease in bugs you’re finding yearly or is my area just in a bug deficit.

[crevicedwelling]

forgive me for being a bit prickly (airplanes bring the worst out in me) but I really do hate it when the only thing people have to say about a hammerhead worm (Bipalium) is “it’s invasive in [country]!”

I know that! I live in a country that has at least five invasive bipaliines! the ones I am showing you are not any of those, and your comment makes as much sense as saying “it’s an invasive housecat! please kill it” under a photo of a wild lion in Africa. can you pick something relevant or something nice to say instead of choosing neither

[barksbog]

hi! i saw the hammerhead worm hate that youve been getting and i was wondering if you knew what specific species are invasive to the americas? when i try and look it up myself it says they are native to southeast asia and invasive in all of the US but i understand this may be inaccurate. Love the plushies btw they are so good

thank you!

according to the Wikipedia article on Bipalium species

Currently, four invasive species of Bipalium are known in the United States: B. adventitium, B. kewense, B. pennsylvanicum, and B. vagum. These planarians are thought to have come to the US on infected plants and soil.

[blimbo-buddy]

a serious idea building off the more humorous "do bugs have weed" i wonder if they could use certain mildly poisonous plants or mushrooms to recreationally get high....some bug cultures would prob be super open and encouraging of this while others would hate it and see it as distasteful, theres also the possibility of bug substances not having the same or as strong of an effect on one species as they do others. im overthinking this anyways! food for thought

You know I might actually consider that. I thought about it for a minute and worried about realism but then I remembered this is a story where the bugs can talk, have societies, form religions, forge weapons, etc. The realism was lost from the moment of the story's conception

Some bugs, due to their small size/mass, can either only ingest recreational mushrooms with a strict limit or straight up not eat it at all due to it being extremely dangerous to them. Bigger bugs can easily ingest a larger amount of it through most forms, although it's typically through eating it

Mosquitoes, Flies, Fireflies, Worker Ants, Workers Bees: Can't ingest psychedelics without risk of extreme health issues, going comatose or in some severe cases, death

Worker Wasps, Earthworm, Ant Queens, Moths, Butterflies, Bee Queens, Pillbugs, Slugs, Wasp Queens, Hammerhead Worms, Smaller beetle/spider species: Can ingest psychedelics decently enough but only up to a certain point if they go past their limit, they're likely to become incredibly sick

Cockroaches, Dragonflies, Spiders, Cicadas, Beetles: Can handle psychedelics incredibly well compared to the other bugs. It rarely poses a threat to them

You are right though in that some bug kingdoms don't view these psychedelics very well (Usually more common in bugs that cannot ingest psychedelics), a great example of this is the Ant Colonies

Both from a safety standpoint and also cultural/societal standpoint

Ant culture puts a great amount of pride and effort into their work, what they can do for their colony and more importantly, for their Queen

An ant who is both sick and high from consuming psychedelics is seen in a bad light, in some extreme cases, the ant will be killed off

I'd have to look in a bit more with different kinds of fungus in california that are psychedelics. I should note that everything I just said, also applies to bugs and the effects that cannabis has on them, not just psychedelics

[harveybwabbit92]

[It's slow night Kirisaki (Tregear) and Reiya are in the Pharmacy's living room watching a documentary on Hammerhead worms.]

Kirisaki laying on the couch with his head in Reiya’s lap: You know what’s a stupid letter?

Reiya, leaning against the arm rest resting her eyes: Q?

Kirisaki: Yes, why do I hate Q so much?

Reiya, groggily: 'Cos it’s so obviously just an O trying to be all fancy with it's stupid little tail.

Kirisaki, grumbles angrily: Q’s pathetic….(falls asleep.)

[seraphimcollections]

stars aligned | Namor x Wakandan!reader | chapter 7

warnings: nothing to note, not proof read

summary: Still in captivity of Talokan, Thulile has her own questions for the king.

words: 1.3

author notes: I AM SO SORRY this took too long to update. i started spring semester and its A LOT of reading. im going to try to post every thursday night. have mercy! also! please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list!

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Namor had long heard her laughter before coming to the surface. He was irritated, to say the least. He had just spent the last hour and a half convincing his generals why he had let the land-dweller live, let alone letting her into their kingdom. 

“In ajawo’, the longer we let the land-dweller stay, the more likely it is for her people to come for her,” Namora's tone was uneasy as she monitored her king’s expression. 

“Not to mention she has no value to ransom. She is a lowly informant, nothing close to a bargaining chip,” Attuma said, obviously infuriated by the Wakandan’s presence. 

Namor felt anger rise in his chest as he glared at the general. He hated that he felt anything while the hammerhead-armored man bad mouthed his prisoner. His. It was a slippery slope. 

“Our people share a similarity when it comes to our subjects,” Namor growled, “they will not let her stay in our custody, and a trade will be struck. This I am sure.” 

“This will jeopardize our kingdom!” Attuma raised his voice, Namora grabbing him by his arm at his audacity. 

Namor’s gaze became dark, never wavering from the behemoth. 

“And that’s where you are wrong, general,” Namor hissed. “This is my kingdom, and I will make the decisions as I see fit.” 

Attuma gulped, taming her anger, temporarily. Namor turned from the two before giving his next orders. 

“Now, I believe you two have a trip to Boston to prepare for. See to it.” 

Namor was not a fool. He knew the dangers of keeping a land-dweller here, the odds leaning to do more harm than good. His dark hair fanned across his face as he stalled his ascent to the surface. The luminescence from the glow worms reflected into the water beautifully, dancing in his dark gaze. Through the rippling of the water, he could see two figures sitting at the water’s edge. He closed his eyes, listening carefully to their laughter. It was her, Thulile, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanied by Nicte, one of the guards assigned to keep an eye on his prisoner. The two seemed to become closer than he anticipated, now giggling like school girls at the water’s edge. 

He could hear Nicte clearly, but Thulile was quieter, almost guttural. It brought a smile to his face, brought on like instinct. With a flutter of his wings, Namor rose through the water before the crown of his head finally broke the surface. The water cascading from his wet locks and over his face, his gaze finding her instantly. 

Immediately the laughter stopped, Nicte bowing and opening her hands to her king while Thulile watched the mutant cautiously. Namor hovered over the surface, nodding to Nicte in acknowledgement with a smirk. 

“Don’t let me end your fun,” Namor said. “You may leave us, Nicte, thank you.” 

Nicte bowed her head before jumping to her feet and shuffling away back through the caves. Thulile didn’t show her fear, but kept herself calm as he came closer, his feet gently landing next to her. With a grunt, Namor sat next to her, letting out a sigh, throwing his head back. She couldn’t stop her eyes from running over his body, how the water bead across his rippled muscles, how his chest would rise and fall. He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back before joining her dissecting gaze. She didn’t even flinch under his intense gaze, simply rivaling him. 

“Ah, someone doesn’t look like a scared mouse anymore,” Namor smiled, “what’s gotten you so courageous, chan.”

Thulile made a gesture with her hands, symbolling pen and paper. Namor chuckling. 

“We’re going to have to figure this out some time,” he smiled. 

She smiled, looking away as a blush scattered across her cheeks. But she couldn’t hide it from, reveling in her bashfulness. Namor scratched his neck, gathering up the courage to tap her shoulder. He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, causing her flinch. Thulile gulped, almost believing she saw hurt in those deep eyes. She raised her hands to hold herself, rubbing them as if to say “cold.” 

“Ah, right, my temperature is much colder compared to you land-dwellers,” Namor chuckled nervously. “Sorry.” 

Thulile shook her head as if to say “it’s fine” before Namor continued. 

“I want you to know that I wish no harm to come to you,” his gaze softened, “perhaps this is hard to believe, but I only wish to guarantee the freedom and safety of my people. I hope for your return to the surface, I am sure someone is waiting for your safe return.” 

Her eyes widened before letting out a nervous chuckle and shaking her head. It was Namor’s turn to be shocked, leaning a hand on his knee. How could that be? No one would welcome her home into their loving arms, back into their bed- The thought made his heart beat quicker, now knowing that there would be no one to stand in his way. Well, other than the two being from completely different worlds, but this seemed like such a minute detail at this point. 

“What? No one?” He wanted to be sure. 

Thulile frowned, embarrassed before shaking her head “no.” Namor couldn’t hide his glee.

“Now that is criminal. Someone as beautiful as you should have a line of suitors asking for your hand. Those who don’t are fools, and those who will are lucky,” Namor smiled. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. What was he doing? Was he trying to break her defense, catch her off guard? She searched in his eyes for deceit, finding none. Thulile shook her head, pointing at him and mouthing the words “and you?”

Namor scoffed, “my love is for my people and my kingdom. I’m afraid there is not much left for a significant other.” 

Thulile’s gaze softened. The two were more similar than she thought. She had never thought of love while up there, her life too busy tracking down every threat that could come to Wakanda, never stopping to wonder if she would ever think of settling down like sister Nakia. From what she could see, her sister was happy living a more domestic life with her son, though she may have pictured it with T’Challa, fate was cruel to her. And even so, she did not resent the world for what it took from her. Thulile could not imagine feeling the same if the world did the same to her. 

  But her mind kept coming back to one constant, one question. What of this prophecy? Thulile jumped to her feet, rushing to the hut quickly. Namor blinked in shock at her sudden absence, watching her go for a moment before jumping to his feet and following her. A heavy feeling sank in his chest as he tried to catch up to her. Had he offended her with his unfiltered words? It wasn’t his intention of course, but he felt he had seriously overstepped his bounds and wanted desperately to correct his mistake. 

Namor pushed the curtain aside, watching as Thulile marched over to his murals, passing them by until she reached the one that was shrouded by a curtain. Namor’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped forward quickly, his hand reaching out for her.

“Don’t-!”

Thulile ripped the curtain down without hesitation, revealing the beautifully painted mural underneath. She stepped back to admire it totally, taking the delicate paint strokes of blues, golds and purples. She studied it for a moment. There were blue people, Talokanil she could tell, with her hands by their mouths and their gazes cast up to their king adorned in ceremonial headdress. He held his arms up, his gaze too cast up to another figure. This one was ambiguous, with no discernable features. But even so, light rays emitted from her and shone down the king and his people. This was it. The prophecy. 

Thulile let out a shaky breath before turning back to Namor who frowned, his expression almost disappointed. She pointed to the painted figure before mouthing the word: 

“Who.”

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[mickimomo]

How RiRi’s Car Was Fixed (a tiny fanfic) - ending

When Shuri’s eyes opened, she was in an empty lab wrapped in a Talokanil shawl on her bean bag.

Her brows furrowed as she recalled seeing the god king wearing it when he talked to her calmly under the blue glow of bioluminescent cave worms in his grotto.

She didn’t recall seeing him wearing it last night and it was warm and dry.

She pressed her nose to the patterned fabric before tossing it off of her.

It smelled exactly like him.

Like sea salt and a distinct cologne, she could not pin.

It would have been heavenly if she didn’t have so many bad memories attached to him.

How had she slept so peacefully wrapped up in it?

How did she even get wrapped up in it?

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Her panic was assuaged by Griot’s voice.

“The King of Talokan gifted that to you while you were sleeping.”

“Why?”

“You were restless. He had a warrior with a hammerhead skull headdress bring it.”

“Where is Namor now?”

“He went home.”

“What about helping me with the car?”

“The car is finished.”

“F-Finished?” She blinked before hurrying across the lab. “Holy shit-” She stared at RiRi’s car. “-how? When- W-Why didn’t anyone wake me up!?! I didn’t want him to build the entire thing by himself. When did he even finish-”

“-please allow me to answer these few questions before you ask anymore.” Griot hummed. “Yes. The car was finished a little after sunrise. Namor did not feel like disturbing you from your slumber and felt that finishing the car would help remove at least one burden from your plate.” Shuri examined the car in disbelief as the AI continued to speak. “As for how…K’uk’ulkan is a fast learner and once he sets his mind on something, he can finish things pretty quickly. It took him only a few hours to figure everything out. He said that it seemed like an abstract puzzle. It was truly something to watch him piece it all together.”

“He’s a genius.” She breathed out as she inspected his handiwork before pressing her fingers to her lips in shock. “Griot. as much as I hate to say it…” She whispered. “…I have to thank him.”

“Perhaps you should thank him later? He looked very exhausted upon his departure.”

Shuri nodded quickly. “O-Of course.” She clasped her hands together. “I should go get dressed and cleaned up. RiRi will be leaving soon.”

“In two hours to be exact.”

“Thank you.” She whispered before doing a tiny happy dance and heading towards the exit.

“Don’t forget your gifted shawl.”

Shuri walked towards the abandoned garment and plucked it off the floor. “Thanks.”

                                       **-**

After gifting RiRi her fixed car the queen saw her friend off and retreated to her room.

She dug in a drawer until she found the shell her Mother had used to summon the god king.

As much as she hated him for what he did, she knew that a small thank you was due.

Shuri waited until sunset before she made her way to a quiet secluded part of the river, dawning his shawl as the evening breeze attempted to nip at her.

The Queen blew into the shell and placed it in the water before standing up.

She stayed ankle deep in the water as she waited patiently for the any signs of the god king.

Ten minutes passed before Namor’s head popped above the water.

“You called?” He huffed as he made his way towards her.

“Yes. I wanted to say thanks.” She hesitated as she looked up at him as he stood before her. “For helping with the car.”

“Griot did it.”

“Don’t lie. Griot told me everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to gift me this shawl.”

He looked her over. “You were restless.”

“So you had a warrior bring it?”

“I didn’t think alerting your paranoid general would end well.”

“Right.”

“Besides, he was already in Wakanda.”

“For what?”

“There is a warrior that piques his interest.”

“The one he was fighting yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Okoye is going to give him hell.” Shuri snorted as she began to retreat to the pebbled shore.

He chuckled as he followed after her. “He will be fine.”

They sat down on the ground and stared out at the water in silence.

“You know… when I was about to kill you…” She paused. “…it was my mother who told me not to do it.”

K’uk’ulkan remained silent.

“I was so close, but she told me to show you who I am.”

“And you are?” He murmured as he continued to look at the water.

“Angry.” She took a deep breath before exhaling. “I am not my brother, but I am also not like my cousin.” She looked down at her feet. “Sometimes I think of ways I could have done things differently to save my brother… my mother… my home…my people.” Tears fell down her face and she quickly wiped them away. “You told me I was Queen now, but I never wished to be queen.”

“I left you to speak with your mother and came home to a dead warrior and a dying handmaid.”

Shuri closed her eyes as she recalled Nakia’s actions. “I didn’t want that to happen.”

“But it happened and so you were punished.”

“Punished to get even or punished because you didn’t know how to work through your grief?”

“Both.” He clenched his jaw. “I could not save that handmaid when she asked.” He clenched his hands into fists. “You understand what it feels like to be useless when someone is dying.”

Shuri stared at him with wet eyes. “I would never do what you did.”

“What if someone killed your brother?”

She opened her mouth before closing it.

“If someone demanded to come to Wakanda and then killed your brother while you were away, on their way out, you would understand.” His dark eyes held hers. “You would do what I did without hesitation.” He whispered.

“Then I am not ready to be queen.”

“So you’re throwing away your title?”

“Until I’ve earned it.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Leave.” She exhaled softly.

“Leave?”

“I am heading to Haiti tomorrow to grieve my brother and mother.”

“For how long?”

“However long it takes to heal the wounds on my heart.”

He took a deep breath before exhaling. “Why are you telling me?”

“Maybe you can work on healing your own wounds in my absence.” She tilted her head. “Maybe things will be different between us once we’ve healed and worked through our loses.” She hesitated. “Maybe we could try being friends.”

“Like we originally intended?”

“Like we originally intended.”

He offered a tired smile. “I will not get my hopes up.”

“Nor will I.” She smiled back at him before getting up. “You should go get some sleep.”

He got up and nodded. “I appreciated talking to you.” She watched him step in the water and pick up the shell before turning back towards her. “If you ever need help building something while in Haiti, you know how to reach me.”

Shuri gently grabbed the wet shell before holding it to her chest. “Thank you.”

He nodded. “Take care of yourself.”

“Only if you do.”

He laughed softly before turning back to the water. “Goodbye, Shuri.”

“Goodbye, K’uk’ulkan.”

He dived into the water and with that he was gone.

Shuri stared at the water before turning around and walking away.

[cortropy]

my brain is SRSLY having worms thinking about ntropy being in love first like seriously i cant stop thinking abt ntropy slowly realizing he's getting feelings for the little hammerhead manlet he's supposed to hate unconditionally not love unconditionally

cortex's laughter goes from being annoying to annoyingly cute, cortex's smile goes from being an unfortunate sign of joy to a very cute unfortunate sign of joy, cortex snoring and rolling around in his sleep goes from absolutely horribly loud to absolutely horribly loud and cute. it is pain and suffering for ntropy. he smashes his head on their local boulder every day and uka uka is worried one day he'll give himself a concussion

[spnczr]

y'all I have a new crippling fear.

they're called hammerhead worms and they scare me. but like actually, I hate the look of them and like theyblefit scree me.

so I know that there are some ppl who would send a picture of one to "be funny" but please don't- not saying anyone would actually do that but that just a precautionary thing.

[hungryhyena]

there are few things i hate more than those hammerhead flatworms they fill me with revulsion

i think its bc my brain lumps them in with parasitic worms which are my absolute greatest fear i want to cry just thinking abt them. idk if they are im not gonna research it i Hate them

[rgr-pop]

I need an ENTIRE afternoon wall of noise. 4/3 music library on shuffle until I hit a killdozer song.

the thermals - “god and country” reset - "double cross" nirvana - "polly" (1986-88 home recording) nirvana - "radio friendly unit shifter" (2013 mix) peterbuilt - "sateliteyes" the dickies - "got it at the store" apocalypse hoboken - "box of pills" fiona apple - "slow like honey" tex & the horseheads - "big boss man" everclear - "the drama king" anti-flag - "america got it right" neil young - "tonight's the night, pt. ii" everclear - "brown-eyed girl" noooooooooo oh my god no please millencolin - “israelites" listen you know that i'm p tolerant when it comes to this subject but why specifically did you boys do this. specifically you useless id - "note" never accuse me of pop punk nationalism again! that's three of global pop punk the selecter - "selling out your future" built to spill - "some things last a long time" holidays - "proof" let's wrestle - "bad mammaries" radhos - "one breath" ween - "boing" bracket - "g-vibe" local h - "'cha!' said the kitty" sublime - "40oz to freedom" failure - "saturday saviour" blink-182 - "don't leave me" (tmtts live take) why did they make this live album, they were so bad live shrimp boat - "melon song" interpol - "not even jail" the ataris - "angry nerd rock" 50 million - "superhero" skankin pickle - "violent love" the breeders - "put on a side" all - "honey peeps" the commandos (suicide commandos) - "weekend warrior" suicide machines - "friends are hard to find" the eclectics - "laura" good ska block! love this band pansy division - "jack u off" rocket from the tombs - "ain't it fun" dynamite boy - "devoted" young pioneers - "downtown tragedy" the breeders - "so sad about us" fenix tx - "jean claude trans am" fuck i love this song nofx - "bob" hickey - "happily ever after" bob dylan - "tangled up in blue" (bootlegs vol. 2) gas huffer - "king of hubcaps" tullycraft - "crush this town" atom and his package - "goalie" faith no more - "the real thing" carly rae jepsen - "tell me" bis - "listen up" one direction - "still the one" mtx - "she's no rocket scientist" eugene chadbourne - "roger miller medley" grouvie ghoulies - "carly simon" white town - "thursday at the blue note" gas huffer - "moon mission" rx bandits - "sleepy tyme" everclear - "rocket for the girl" failure - "kindred" blood on the saddle - "johnny's at the fair" the distillers - "red carpet and rebellion" cruiserweight - "dearest drew" stp - "plush" everclear - "wonderful" (live, from the closure ep) (don't hate it) new found glory - "sonny" everclear - "otis redding" (impure white evil demo) (BEST song) stp - "adhesive" incubus - "have you ever" cub - "tell me now" everclear - "short blonde hair" i simply do not hate it letters to cleo - "happy ever after" amazing transparent man - “the ocean is a fuck of a long way to swim” nerf herder - “(stand by your) manatee” kitty kitty - “ab tokeless” osker - “the mistakes you made” perfume genius - “hood” radhos - “shut up & deal” (welcome to the jungle take) osker - “the body”  gas huffer - “the sin of sloth” the fall - “bombast” excuse 17 - “code red” mad season - “lifeless dead” unwritten law - “differences” hanson - “two tears” the eyeliners - “anywhere but here” moby grape - “lazy me” brian wilson - “wonderful” 88 fingers louie - “something i don’t know” sicko - “wisdom tooth weekend” the replacements - “love you till friday” suicide machines - “green world” midtown - “another boy” hickey - “cool kids attacked by flying monkeys” the roman invasion suite - “carnations” the beat - “tears of a clown” local h - “24 hour break up session” okay i’m awake i want to end this now toots & the maytals - “funky kingston” local h - “strict-9″ his name is alive - “her eyes were huge things” nirvana - “frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle” slapstick - “almost punk enough” urge overkill - “bionic revolution” janet jackson - “you want this” piebald - “long nights” small brown bike - “now i’m a shadow” the story so far - “left unsaid” crj - “more than a memory” tracy + the plastics - “my friends end parties” liz phair - “6′1″“ fastbacks - “555, pt. 1″ this mix is feminist now swindle - “one track” shockabilly - “burma shave” temple of the dog - “say hello to heaven” amazing transparent man - “shove” cool soul asylum cover from dekalb illinois :)) the vindictives “eating me alive” midwests only!! the judys - “radiation squirm” gulfs only!! frogpond - “sleep” flipp - “rock-n-roll star” throwing muses - “red shoes” everclear - “santa monica” throwing muses on summerland??? mekons - “atone & forsaken” holidays - “take me home country roads” this is a good tone to lead up to killdozer... true believers - “all mixed up again” prince - “adore” beulah - “queen of the populists” eveclear - “rocky mountain high” (99x live acoustic--I don’t have a date for this actually) of montreal - “dustin hoffman thinks about eating the soap” heatmiser - “stray” rickie lee jones - “woody and dutch on the slow train to peking” tar - “viaduct removal” common rider - “carry on” the frogs - “u bastards” mudhoney - “this gift” hammerbox - “outside” fuck my mom would have loved this song if it had gotten the airplay it deserved in 1993... hammerbox on summerland!!!! letters to cleo - “little rosa” kay hanley on summerland!! nine pound hammer “wrongside of the road” hanson - “with you in your dreams” (3cg demo) hamson on summerland!!! fastbacks - “555, pt. 1″ again... fastbacks on summerland!!! face to face - “sensible” soul asylum - “happy” soul asylum on summerland!!!! television - “see no evil” pinq - “careful not to mention the obvious” the dickies - “nights in white satin” tar - “mel’s” truly - “chlorine” babes in toyland - “deep song” hole - “berry” hellbender - “half driven” hammerhead  - “new york? ...alone?” everclear - “malevolent” guzzard - “last”  archers of loaf - “tatyana” hum - “stars” hum on summerland die kreuzen - “don’t say please” this is not fair joanna newsom - “sadie” down by law - “peace, love and understanding” nirvana - “aneurysm” (1990 demo) hovercraft - “endoradiosonde” modest mouse - “cowboy dan” rage against the machine - “born of a broken man” skatalites - “scandal ska” pylon - “driving school” the vindictives - “babysitter” jimmy eat world - “ten” the get up kids - “lowercase west thomas” oh we’re doing this now? hot rod circuit - “knees” fine triple fast action - “the rescue” FINE  full disclosure i do skip emo diaries tracks at my discretion the amps - “bragging party” everclear - “am radio” this is not fair mxpx - “middlename” MXPX ON SUMMERLAND chokebore - “your let down” bob dylan - “you’re a big girl now” helmet - “primitive” pond - “filterless” blink-182 - “all the small things” local h - “ralph” tar - “over and out” pearl jam - “black” the gits - “sniveling little rat faced git” local h - “eddie vedder” >:) tar - “flow plow” i always misremember this as a subpop single so i’m like “i’m not amphetamine reptile biased?” but it was an a/r release, lol. brad wood produced it. lake michigan as hell  unicorns - “jellybones” this song makes me sad ever since i didn’t get to adopt the jellybones cat oblivion - “clark” desmond dekker - “jeserene” veruca salt - “one last time” veruca salt on summerland!!!! dead moon - “dead moon night” extremely dead moon on summerland fishbone - “i like to hide behind my glasses” dead moon - “on my own” paw - “sleeping bag” tar - “goethe” doc dart - “casket with flowers” smashing pumpkins - “zero” i don’t want billy corgan on summerland and i am sorry for that kicking giant - “&” kicking giant on summerland lmao shockabilly - “pile up all architecture” ween - “sorry charlie” sublime - “april 29, 1992 (miami)” heatmiser - “blackout” the clash - “pressure drop” hellbender - “pissant’s retrospective” the queers - “i won’t be” the vindictives - “circles” the beat farmers - “selfish heart” screaming trees - “end of the universe” 7 year bitch - “second hand” bourgeois filth - “above” nirvana - “scoff” the breeders - “cannonball” saturday looks good to me - “save my life” cara beth satalino - “good ones” communique - “dagger version” soul asylum - “sometime to return” sublime - “jailhouse” tullycraft - “twee” nuns - “wild” beyonce - “countdown” the replacements - “sixteen blue” living colour - “what’s your favorite color” britney - “why should i be sad” mdc - “church and state” alice in chains - “junkhead” rage against the machine - “mic check” everclear - “nervous and weird” soundgarden - “fresh tendrils” helmet - “army of me” the gits - “it all dies anyway” pansy division - “smells like queer spirit” mtx - “i’d do anything for you” 5 year sentence - “just a punk” pennywise - “nothing” mudhoney - “thirteenth floor opening” yesterday’s kids - “eighteen” mxpx - “punk rawk show” small brown bike - “zerosum” incubus - “trouble in 421″ hanson - “speechless” incubus - “circles” dead moon - “my time has come” (!!!!) first of all is this killdozer blink-182 - “here’s your letter” everclear - “electra made me blind” (nervous & weird take) saves the day - “through being cool” groovie ghoulies - “don’t go out into the rain (you’re gonna melt)” babes in toyland - “never” husker du - “target” guzzard - “biro” fairweather - “next day flight” mcr - “house of wolves” broadcast - “until then” liz phair - “never said” the dicks - “rich daddy” quasi - “the iron worm” mustard plug - “not again” janitor joe - “boyfriend” snapcase - “new academy” neil young - “someday” blindsided - “spaceman” placebo - “without you i’m nothing” the creeps - “lakeside cabin” solomon grundy - “time is not your own” the clash - “the card cheat” silversun pickups - “common reactor” lagwagon - “leave the light on” denali - “where i landed” system of a down - “highway song” sprinkler - “personality doll” the vindictives - “structure and function” unplugged” the queers - “ursula finally has tits” we’re entering no repeats territory  buffalo springfield - “expecting to fly” hit squad - “pictures of matchstick men” cows - “almost a god” hop along - “young and happy” pixies - “i’ve been tired” the fall - “spoilt victorian child” camper van chadbourne - “knock on the door” queens of the stone age - “tension head” choking victim - “war story” cool that we have gotten to drop by the greatest song ever recorded :) guttermount - “happy loving couples” audio karate - “nintendo 89″ tad - “pork chop” the kelley deal 6000 - “where did the home team go” colorfinger - “hateful” :} man or astroman - “evil plans of planet spectra” pere ubu - “arabian nights” accepting repeats for  new found glory - “my friends over you” cool moving on american steel - “optimist” tom petty & the heartbreakers - “even the losers” meat puppets - “another moon” black cat music - “wine in a box” wallside - “ready” crucifucks - “pig in a blanket” the bananas - “my charmed life”

KILLDOZER - “EARL SCHEIB,” UNCOMPROMISING WAR ON ART UNDER THE DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT, 1994. KILLDOZER ON SUMMERLAND

[blimbo-buddy]

at first i got a bit worried because i feel like I was falling into that "this entire certain species are all evil villains who hate the heroes so it's fine to hurt them actually" but I feel as though because hammerhead worms quite literally devastate ecosystems and biodiversity, that it can sort of translate well into a story without it falling into that trope?

like in the lion king, the spotted hyenas are villains because of… whatever reason it was (i think it was over-killing, but i think spotted hyenas don't even do that in real life). and also the fact that spotted hyenas are a native species to africa really makes the exile of their species very. Questionable to say the least.

i'm probably just going to abandon google with looking for good sources that tell me which slugs are invasive to california (Or just the west coast in general). the toughest part for me is deciding if I want to have the world that Bug World is set in a real actual place or if it should be sort of a mixture of different states of the same region

it sort of has to do with what i plan on doing with the hammerhead worms. due to them being invasive i want to play into the fact that they are apart of a quest to become the top gastropods, eliminating any "competition" and generally fucking up biodiversity in favor of becoming superior

[plugrick]

What… what was Rickley doing?! Rick blinked at him a few times stupidly, trying to discern if he was hearing things right or if being treated like a ragdoll had finally scrambled his brain for good. He’d done his damndest to give him a perfect opportunity to beg Tony for mercy with that pitiful voice of his, but instead he - he was vouching for him?!

No no no! This wasn’t what he wanted! He was putting himself in danger! “R-Rickley…!”

Oh, and Rick hated it when his love sounded so fearful. Especially in regards to him. He felt a twinge in his chest, dull eyes flickering with feeling when he called him his Rick. His heavy heart ached…

Their tender moment was all but lost on the shark man holding them captive. In response to the desperate begging and lovesick sacrifice, Tony threw his strangely shaped head back and belly laughed.

“Ha ha HA HA!”

With each syllable his lips pulled back farther and farther into a too-wide sharks smile that was oddly familiar enough to make Rick feel a prickle of dread crawl up his spine. He shivered like a cold breeze had passed over him, every nerve ending on edge.

“Oh, you are too much. Aren’t you just precious~?” Tony cooed, running a massive hand through Rickley’s fluffy blue locks and ruffling them as if he were a small child or a favored family pet. He was mocking him, belittling his heartfelt pleas like they meant nothing to him. “Aww. So cute. You really think you could make me back all that money?”

The unsettling sharks smile fell away from the hammerhead’s features, dropped instantly like a ten ton weight. His bemusement turned to a cold, brooding anger like a light switch.

“The only way some shrimpy little piece of CHUM like you could be useful to me if if I cut you to pieces and sold your shitty organs for profit.” He growled down at him in distaste, something dark and predatory entering his tone. He gripped Rickley’s thin face between his thumb and forefinger, squishing his cheeks. “I want my six sinqtrillion flurbos, you little fucking worm.”

“H-hands OFF! L-leave him alone!” Rick rasped, rallying back to life a little. On Rickley’s behalf, he would fight god himself - a big muscled brute armed to the teeth was nothing. “H-he’s just - he’s only doing his b-best. H-he doesn’t even know what this is about!”

Tony looked from one nearly identical human to the other, the gears in his puny brain turning. He eased off on them both, taking a few steps back. He was thinking up a plan. An effective one.

“You two. You favor one another, don’t you?” He observed with a chuckle, as if the idea of them being so caring towards eachother was funny to him.

Rick sized him up warily, narrowing his eyes. What did this sick fuck have planned for them? It couldn’t be anything good.

He watched in breathless anticipation as Tony retrieved something from the kitchen counter - what looked like a sleeping bag. No, no - it was a… A large black tool belt.

Tony unrolled it across the table that sat in between him and Rickley, unveiling what were unmistakably instruments of torture. Sharp screwdrivers, knives of various shapes and serrations, needles, nails, hammers, pliers, razors, and some devices that Rick didn’t recognize that couldn’t have any other real world application other than to inflict bodily harm. He gritted his teeth, the dawning horror freezing his blood to ice.

“Your lover boy is right about one thing, Rick. It looks like I’m not the only one who’s gotten their hands on you recently.” Tony’s eyes flicked up and down his worse for wear form, noting the obvious wounds. He idly picked through the contents of the tool belt, holding items up to the light one by one as if to admire them. “And you. Rickley, was it? Hah. You’re nothing but scars.”

What was he planning? Rick had a sinking feeling that it had something to do with the vial of black liquid Tony picked up. He shook it lightly to stir the contents, but it remained alarmingly obsidian.

“Guess I’ll have to make sure you two actually feel it when I… Make you talk~.”

“N-NO!” Rick belted at the top of his lungs, rushing to spring to his feet. He wobbled where he stood, but the adrenaline kept him upright. “Touch Rickley w-with that shit and I-III’ll fucking KILL YOU, Tony!”

Tony didn’t even bother to look at the human, snapping his fingers. “Men!”

Rick gasped in surprise when large hands shot out of thin air and gripped him by the back of his shoulders, a pair of hands grabbing Rickley in turn. Tony’s henchmen - a tiger shark and a bull shark - pushed them down in their seats, and Rick watched helplessly as the silver shimmer of duct tape wrapped around his arms and legs. Oh god, they weren’t getting out of this one so easily.

Tony selected something from the arrangement. A needle and syringe. He drew up a big hit of the mystery liquid, then another one.

“H-hold on just a-aaa second. I-I can make the money back! I-IIII can cook drugs for you!” Rick pleaded and promised, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as Tony prepared their treatment. “I-I’ll do anything!”

Tony stepped towards him and narrowed his eyes, a thumb on the plunger of the syringe. “All you have to do is tell me where my money is, Rick.”

“B-but I don’t know — w-w-wait wait wait w—!”

Too late. No amount of uselessly squirming in place or begging for Tony to wait was going to stop this from happening. Rick was forced to watch in utter horror as the hypodermic needle sunk into the crook of his elbow, adding another tally to the mess of track marks he already had there.

“Suh - suh - SONOFABITCH!” Rick nearly screamed his curse as the mystery contents of the syringe hit his blood stream, his dizzy head lolling back to rest against the back of the chair. His eyes dilated to pinpricks, then his pupils expanded to three times their size. He heaved breath a mile a minute as if he’d just got done running a marathon, nails digging into the wooden arms of the chair hard enough to ssssscrape back a layer of laquer and splinters.

It was wonderful. It was horrible. Swirling hallucinations danced in his vision and he could smell colors. Everything was hyper realistic, playing out in the high definition known to man. Rick could feel the cells in his body working in tandem, the way the planet spun on its axis in the great void of space. He could sense Rickley’s terror as the second needle pierced his flesh, drawing the slightest prick of blood.

Tony watched his victims come up into the unpleasant high with a smirk of satisfaction. This was going to be fun.

“Now. Isn’t that better~?”

Dream State...