#mosquito bite meme

[vigilante24ish]

* Agatha casually walks into the room with a fresh hickey on her neck *

Jen: Agatha, what is that?

Agatha: Nothing. A mosquito bite.

* Que Rio walking into the room *

Rio: Hey guys

Jen: Hello, Mosquito.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

[lovelyladylavie]

People always wax poetic about a vampire sucking their blood, but when *I*, a mosquito-!

[daz4i]

tumblr pet peeve. when i insert a certain detail into a joke post on purpose. and ppl in the tags or comments go "haha op what a funny coincidence you said that given [thing i purposely referenced in the joke]". come on man

[aweirdbugcreature]

I have such a primal response when i hear mosquitoes. Like just hearing the vibration of its wings give me such a primal state of rage. I feel insane, almost murderous. Like if i could i would beat them to a pulp. I wish i could make them explode. I just wait and close my eyes, then i violently turn on the lights and scan the room like a predator. I widh they could see or smell, so they would see all the mosquitoes corpses i left on the walls, i wish they could see so they will know what future departs them, because i will never back down, and i won't rest until i kill those bastards an there's not a single one of them in my room. I know they are a vital part of the ecosystem, but i do not care, i want them all to go extinct. I enjoy squishing them on the wall, but i wish they would suffer more, i would tear their legs one by one, i would nail their wings shut, i would cut the thing they use to suck blood bit by bit. Yeah, keep flying pussy, that will be the last time you'll fly in your life, fucking coward. Your dead is inevitable. You're lucky the spiders in my room are lazy, cause otherwise they would have turn your body into a gooey liquid and you would only watch, not able to move your body, as they suck your liquified organs out, fucking bitch. Die. Die. Die.DIE.

[tesssk]

real?🦟

[hemogoblin46]

Bro I'm not online for two days and one of my posts has 186 notes...what the hell is this website

[ifwebefriends]

HELLO?!!?!?!?!!!

[Image ID. A page from Gravity Falls Journal 3. It’s a section about “soothsquitos.” The author, Ford Pines, writes “Their bites spell out dire messages for your future, except they’re frequently misspelled. I was told to ‘BATCH OUT FOR WILL,’ which, as far as I can tell, is total nonsense!” Next to the text is a photo of a soothsquito, which looks like a regular mosquito but with three eyes. End ID.]

[Image ID. An MS Paint meme of someone sitting in a chair slightly leaning forward and looking distressed and distraught. End ID.]

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

🌥YUURIVOICE TWITTER🌥

The Henry danger memes always get me. Finn is tired of everyone. The bittersweet trio. Angel and Lucien being them.

That's the real question. Buddy being a new baggie tier. Ngl I hate mosquito bites on my ankle makes me wanna rip my skin off. Also my jaw always hurts after a bagel ngl.

[sheirukitriesfandom]

More OTP Questions

Robbed if sleep, tormented by OTP thoughts and mosquito bites, I decided to create another otp questionnaire.

This one is somewhat similar to my popular Unusual OTP Asks but it's written to be answered in character. As always, you are free to adapt it to your liking.

I used"LI" to refer to a character's love interest rather than partner or significant other because I didn't want to include a fixed relationship status, though the questions were written with a relationship in mind.

Please send an ask to the person you reblogged this from. It brightens their day and keeps this ask meme alive.

What is your most precious memory of your LI? What makes that memory special?

What is something your LI does that makes your knees grow weak? In what kind of situation does your LI do the thing?

Have you ever dreamt of your LI? What happened in that dream?

If your LI had to go on a long journey and you couldn't come along, what would you say to them before they leave? Sagely advice? A profound confession of all your feelings?

What's that one thing that always makes your LI smile? Is it easy to achieve?

How far would you go to make your LI happy? Would you travel to the end of the world? Would you commit a crime for them?

How do you imagine your and your LI in your twilight years? Is it a future together or are there factors preventing that?

What made you fall in love with your LI? Has your attitude towards that thing changed over time?

If your LI irreversibly couldn't remember you, would you still love them? Would you try making them fall in love with you again?

Have you confessed your feelings to your LI? What was it like? If not, how do you plan to do it? Do you even want to tell them?

Do you think you and your LI are "meant to be"? What indicates you are fated to be together?

What was the most awkward situation between you and your LI? How did it arise? Did everything work out in the end?

If you and your LI had to plan the perfect day, what would it look like? Would you go out on a date? Would you spend the entire day in bed?

How well would you say you know your LI? If someone asked you a random question about your LI right now, could you answer it?

What's the biggest difference between you and your LI? Is it a physical or abstract difference? Does it lead to tension or awkward situations?

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.7 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Grue was already out of his vehicle and halfway to us by the time Tattletale and I had shut the doors of the van.  He was using his power at a low degree over the entirety of his body.  The darkness soaked into and through the porous leather of his costume, making him look like a living shadow.  Brian had showed me how the visor had vents at the edges, to direct the effect of his power around the sides and top of his head, so it wouldn’t obscure the face.  It wasn’t that he couldn’t see through the effects of his own power – he could.  He’d explained that the vents were there to create an effect where you could see glimpses of a black-painted skull floating in the vaguely human shaped form of even darker black.  When he had the money to spend, he had told me, he was going to get a more complete costume custom made for him in the same way, to expand on the effect.

I read a fic where Grue was describe as suffering from 'FYGEP' - Fuck You Get An Evil Power' (i.e. he got a power that's just... really hard, optically, to use as a hero even if he was so inclined) and... yeah, he's playing that card hard here.

“Got enough?” his voice echoed.  I thought maybe I caught a touch of humor in his tone, behind the influence of his power.

Two things you can never have enough of: Dakka (If you're an Ork) and Bugs (If you're Skitter)

These weren’t just the bugs I could draw in at a moment’s notice, though.  Traveling the city had given me the chance to be picky.  These were the good ones, each of them fast enough to keep up with me, or capable of being carried by those that were.  More than that, though, the majority of them were either durable sorts like the larger centipedes, cockroaches and beetles, or capable of stinging and biting, with bees, wasps, ants and blackflies making up their bulk.  To round out their number, I’d gathered moths, houseflies, and mosquitoes, who weren’t the best attack bugs out there, but were easy enough to get, and served to distract the enemy or bulk out the swarm. There were three hundred and fifty cubic feet inside the rear of the van. Tattletale had told me that.  When they were packed in just tight enough that they wouldn’t damage each other or spill past the barrier and into the front seats, it added up to a pretty amazing amount of insects.  I called them out of the van and watched as their mass seemed to expand as they spread out.

Gyah! Just reading all that is making me twitch.

Her costume was skintight, beaded with droplets of water

And I'm sure that does nothing for you. :rofl: (Jk, technically, but also the council has made a stupid-ass decision meme and all. Canonically straight or not, no Taylor is not)

He still wore the hard white mask with the silver coronet, but he had shown me how the interior of the mask had foam shaped to the contours of his face, with only his mouth left free, so he could talk without being muffled.  In a similar vein, the loose white shirt he wore covered up a mesh vest that was molded to the shape of his body.  He was idly twirling a scepter in his fingers.  The scepter wasn’t purely thematic – apparently the crowned orb that topped the scepter had two electrodes built into the tines, for the taser that was built into it.  It was all about misdirection, misleading and giving the impression of vulnerability.

Of all the costumes, this one sounds the most visually interesting. Definitely would love to see a life action interpretation.

To do that, you punch in the regular code, 3-7-1, but you hold the one down, then press the number sign and the asterisk keys down at the same time… Voila.  Try it.” Grue pulled on the door.  We waited in tense silence for a moment for the angry blare of the alarm, but none came.  Tattletale grinned at us. “What’d I tell you?”

That has got to get old fast.

Muscle and bone showed beneath, and the arrangement of said anatomy wasn’t exactly typical.  The change was slow enough that you couldn’t see it if you were looking for it, but if you looked away and looked back a moment later, you could tell they were bigger, that bone at the shoulder was longer, the eyes were deeper set, and so on.  Spikes, spurs and an exoskeleton of bone growths had appeared to fill or cover gaps and grow in at places where the bone was already close to the skin.  The tail of the smallest dog – Angelica, I think Rachel called it – was twice as long as normal and prehensile, now, and the other two were well on their way.  It looked like someone had torn out a pair of human spines, the meat still hanging off them, and attached them one to the other before tacking the end to the dog’s hindquarters.

Kill them! Kill them with Fire!

(Have I mentioned I'm afraid of/hate dogs?)

would be making a call to 911 and reporting a crime in progress by costumed criminals. 

I guess the fear of Cape interference would encourage normal criminals to not wear elaborate costumes to protect their identities during robberies.

In the next room, Regent grabbed another hostage.  I caught a glance of the man, graying hair and thick around the middle with a pink dress shirt and no jacket, staring at us with eyes wide.  He opened his mouth, I think his intent was to cry for help, but broke down into coughs and sputters instead.  A second later, he keeled over and collapsed onto the floor.  He tried to climb to his feet, but his elbow buckled and he hit the ground a second time.  While he continued to struggle, Regent strode into the room with an almost lazy air, grabbed him by the collar and shoved him towards the hallway where we stood.  Defeated, Pink-shirt didn’t resist, half-walking, half-crawling forward as he joined us.  He met eyes with the other employee, but didn’t say anything.

Pretty terrifying power when you think about it.

I closed my eyes.  With a mental command, my bugs flooded into the room from the hallway behind us, flying and crawling over, under and around us to spread through the room.  I noted each person in the lobby as my bugs made contact with them, and left several bugs crawling on each individual.  I took five seconds to double check I’d gotten everyone, and belatedly remembered the two employees we had brought forward from the back offices.  A group of bugs returned from the darkness, brushing my skin on their way to make contact with the pair.

Gyyyyyah!

“Fifteen minutes,” I called out to the room, my heart in my throat, “We won’t be here any longer than that.  Stay put, stay quiet, we’ll be gone before fifteen minutes are up.  You’ll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual.  This isn’t a TV show, this isn’t a movie.  If you’re thinking about being a hero, don’t.  You’ll only get yourself or someone else hurt.” I held up my hand, finger outstretched, a familiar spider perched on the tip, “If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider.  This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control.”  I had the spider drop from my fingertip, dangling by a thread, by way of demonstration. “She’s a black widow spider.  A single bite has been known to kill a full grown human, or put them into a coma.  You move, talk, try to find or kill the spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair?  I’ll know in split second, and I’ll tell them to bite you several times.”

That slope is looking preeeetty slippery, innit Taylor?

But also, a pretty effective speech. Did she practice this one ahead of time?

 A teenager with freckles and brown curls was glaring at me with raw loathing in her eyes. 

AMY! Babygirl! You're here! Don't worry, this won't go down as the worst day of your life for more than a few months!

What a great way for the members of a ship I like most to meet! (Not sarcastic, I love hate at first sight as the start for a ship :P )

My taking hostages like this?  It had been my idea, so help me.  As horrible as it was, it had been necessary.  The worst case scenario was some regular schmuck in the bank pulling some stunt and getting themselves or others hurt or killed.  I couldn’t let that happen, if I was in a position to help it.  If it meant keeping them quiet and out of the way, I was willing to terrorize them. As I saw the effect I’d had on these people, that justification felt really thin. I was going to hell for this.

Oh, you're not going to hell for this Taylor. You'll have a lot more and better reasons to go to hell by the time Contessa shoots you in the head and tosses you into Earth Aelph.

But as usual, the rationalizations continue, and I just love each one.

[shoot-of-corruption]

(VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS) ❝ if you need to feed, you can bite me. ❞ (I cannot not send in a vampire meme, lmao. xD)

❝ if you need to feed, you can bite me. ❞

Even the laugh that he wrung from himself was underlain with hunger. "You don't know what you are asking for." The hiss escaped him in a low way, like there wasn't any air in his lungs, like all of his inside was empty... but something entered his gaze. Vampiristic entities had a certain bond to permission. Willingness to allow heinous acts was a strengthening of his wants... with every seduction that just grew more impertinent. He truly was a beast and he could be mindless and unable to control his urges.

But what Yuugi did here, bordered to suicide. It was like starving a dog for a week and then dangling a big steak right in front of their eyes.

"You think you can trust me, but that is a false assumption, my friend."

His teeth flickered at the other from between the tan lips, like a sharp warning signal. "You cannot trust a hungry animal. We are all animals of a certain kind, but the hungering, starving ones are the most dangerous. They lose every attachment to morality. All they can think about is food... all they ever want anymore is to quench the thirst. That is all that is able to exist in their mind."

He stepped closer, his fangs still very visible. "For you to stand there and think that I may be able or willing to control the monster that roars for blood is beyond idealistic." He leaned into the other ones face, teeth sinking just below his jaw, close to his jugular, he was still fighting, still wrangling with the last bits of his sanity.

"It is stupid~" The teeth skirted along his jaw, as if the teasing nature of the action was able to subdue the need to feed... like a mosquito bite that would hurt less, when you touched it, instead of outright giving into the urge to itch.

He almost lost the last remnants of his control, when he allowed himself the quick glance at that neck... he could see the vein pulse beneath the skin like a beacon. "Are you really willing to bet your life on it?" The sound of his voice was almost straining now... if Yuugi stepped back, simply trying to evade him now, he wouldn't know what he would do... shove him away, tell him to run, rip him open on the spot, completely tear him apart-

He swallowed audibly.

[strongfuck]

✏️ it is my duty to keep this meme going on now

► from this meme.

Melissa: Rhys, can I speak to you for a minute? In private. Rhys: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

Melissa: If we’re in trouble, just throw Lord Rhayeon at the problem, and hope for the best.

Rhys: I wish I had more enemies. Melissa: I’m sure you will someday, honey.

Melissa: You have to apologize to them Rhys. Rhys: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Melissa: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Melissa: And I started thinking. Melissa: Like, it was just trying to get food. Melissa: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Rhys: Are you ok?

[mysticaiwitchery]

I know this is a meme but I had to share a fact. I read this a while ago (like. years ago) so it could be wrong but I don’t think it is who knows

The reason mosquito bites itch is because humans are allergic to mosquito saliva

[lilolilyr]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!! (And obviously no pressure if you don't want to.)

Oh, i can’t believe I only now get around to answering this one, I love the 5 things ask! (got this one 6. Dezember 2022 o.O just over a year ago!)

Thanks so much for this ask, and thanks for the ‘no pressure’ addition too, some of those chain mails can be so pushy :D but for this, I come prepared! A while ago I started writing some down for this specific ask meme, both because it’s a nice thing to write it down when there’s something making you happy, and so the answers to this would have some variety :D

- Using the ginger from store bought (veggie)sushi boxes to make ginger tea aka gollum juice! Idk, it just fills me with such joy every time <3 I used to always throw out the ginger bc I don't like to eat it, and that's just wasteful, so I just didn't buy sushi boxes much, and then when I got into liking ginger tea, the whole ginger I'd buy is just too much for me to use, and not fresh ginger tea just doesn't taste right... but now that I thought of doing this, I get my sushi boxes and my tea and it's amazing! (from Sept 27)

- Wearing long skirts. I never used to - I think I was stuck on the image of them being stuffy and uncool, and I still remember reading one children's/teen book where the protagonist makes fun of the goodie two shoes girls in their plaid skirts... well, anyway, about a year ago or two, I was at a yard sale with my little sister, just looking around, she was looking for some necklaces and shirts I think while I wasn't really searching for anything for myself so I was just looking for her, when I saw this dark striped pleated skirt, and first when I tried it on I still wasn't sure about it but it was like 3€ so I took it anyway... and I haven't looked back since! I got another one in pink and beige at a store, and my favourite vintage green and gold patterned one on eBay, and two layered flowy ones in black and in white on holiday in Belgium last summer, and they're all so nice and swishy and I enjoy the aesthetic of long skirts immensely! There's also the added benefit of them not adding to my chronic pain - I basically just wore hotpants or harem trousers the years before bc I had finally figured out that wearing jeans made my legs ache a Lot (not necessarily while wearing it but also afterwards which is why I hadn't known before, only after not wearing them for a while and then trying some on again I noticed the difference) & maybe child me telling my parents that everything but pyjama pants were 'uncomfortable' and I wanted to wear them to primary school was onto sth lmao Anyway, so I had already found trousers that don't hurt me so the skirts didn't exactly change that, but I also like how they look and feel! (27.9.23)

- Lutschbonbons (it says this without any comment 29.11.21 xD I wonder what sweets I had been eating?)

- Doing crossword puzzles with my mom (9.5.2020 - jeez how long ago did I start writing these down and not use them? xD anyway I still love doing that! We meet weekly on a videocall)

- and right now: the sweet sweet relief of using the biteaway heat burn thingy to cure the itchiness of mosquito bites xD goddamn beasts are everywhere but They’ve Got No Power Here I have a mosquitonet and if one gets me while I’m not there I have my wonderful biteaway thanks again for that @lavendelhummel the thing’s a lifesaver!

[gohjuo-a]

❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜

from some meme

devastation might be the best way to describe it, a festering mosquito bite that can't help but be scratched, but gojo is for a better lack of word: upset. he doesn't care for the exasperated sigh that leaves his lips, the chinks in the armor of his face, or the fact that the only thing he's really seeing is geto. there is no sign of the cocky teacher who shoulders his missions alone. it is just the two of them, as it's always been, as they've met. ❛ what about me ? ❜ if shoko were here, he would imagine she would have some sort of sarcastic remark followed by the soothing silence of her cigarette smoke.

❛ suguru, just talk to me. ❜ gojo is trying to make sense of this all, he's a top spinning out of control ready to fall after a soft clink. gojo is trying to think of why he accepted such a deal. gojo had always had a disdain for the higher ups, the old farts were nothing but an outdated manual, & gojo loved to pleasantly remind them that he could topple them down if he so wished to. he's fond of slipping a threat here & there but that is beside the point. gojo is truly trying to understand why his best friend would attempt to go down his own path of chaos & destruction only to end up here, willingly under those senile fools' thumb.

gojo had failed him then & he couldn't kill him then. so where does that leave them?

he supposes for a lack of better thought, it leaves them with time. the time that they had both lost with each other. though gojo thinks it wouldn't be so easy trying to tumble the walls of his only friend.

❛ all i can give you is my help, if you take it. ❜vibrant blue eyes stare into the man before him. he wonders if their friendship meant so little even after all this time.

@getouh