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Imagine the Bug getting distracted by your pheromones. Unfortunately, Kerb didn’t have his Edgar sui

Imaginethe Bug getting distracted by your pheromones. 

Unfortunately, Kerb didn’t have his Edgar suit on. He wasn’t really sure to court you, anyway. You looked like a human, but the chemical signals wafting from your smaller frame were driving him crazy. Upon closer examination, it was clear you weren’t hiding inside someone’s skin. 

Kerb couldn’t help imagining what it must be like to run his tarsi over your soft features while mounting you. He wasn’t sure you could crossbeed. But still, you’d make a nice receptacle for his sperm. 

Note:Disgustingly cute buggy. 


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First pound cake attempt turned out better than expected. Saber-tooth tiger. Right now I’m off sweet

First pound cake attempt turned out better than expected. Saber-tooth tiger. Right now I’m off sweets until Father’s Day, though. I want to make pound cake then too, but maybe with blue- or cranberries. This time I might also use yogurt instead of sour cream and add more sugar, because I only used half as much as the recipe called for. 

My elliptical is still broke. I can’t seem to find its manual online so I might just need to contact the company. But even if I managed to fix the elliptical tomorrow it can’t be used because my ankle’s sprained. So I started swimming again. The new goggles I got are cute, but they suck. Thankfully the swim cap doesn’t make me look like one of the guys from Hostel: Part II. (Planning to watch the third one on Netflix next week.)

I found out Boxer-Pointer mixes are called “Boxapoints.” BABY BOXAPOINT.

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Speaking of pools and dogs, make sure to bring your dogs’ water bowls inside at night. Because mosquitos will lay eggs in them. That happened to our inflatable pool when I was a kid and we had to throw it out. :( 

Fortunately, since using a lavender Febreze plug-in, there’s been barely any bugs in the house. At least, compared to how many are usually in the house when it’s warm out. 

I’m thinking of just doing weekly update posts, to keep track of movies. Last one was Spider-Man: No Way Home. Villain crossover. 

To watch:

  • Hostel: Part III
  • Scream 5 
  • Dracula1931 (‘Cause this ask made me realize I’d never seen it.)

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darkbookworm13:

mugsandpugs1:

Look, all you science-types classifying “bugs” with your “science names”. Just stop it. The truth is out there. Those are fairies and you know it.

Jeweled flower mantis? That’s a fairy.

Lace bug? Nice try, government. FAIRY.

Satin moth? FUCK YOU. FAIRY.

You can’t just go shouting this from the rooftops, they are The Good Folk Under the Hill that we do not fuck with, come on!

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

fuckleberry-crumble:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

kodakrying-56:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

ok it’s time i made a post on artisanal insect chocolate startups

hey gaud quick question. are you gonna fuckin explain this one?

have a maggot, maggot

Ok but wait, chocolate covered bugs are actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD

crunchy, savory, eco-friendly, and a great source of protein! what’s not to love

Anne after 3 months in Amphibia be like:

souliloquyyy:

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This is my second time participating in Flash Fiction Friday, and the second time FFF has cured my writer’s block. Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial​!

DISCLAIMER:I kind of failed this Flash Fiction Friday, because this isn’t complete at all, I just ran out of time and decided to post what I had so far anyway. I really like this concept, so I’ll definitely continue working on it over the next few days. And if it turns out okay, I’ll post the whole thing when it’s done.

The Hand that Feeds (Don’t Bite)

  • Wordcount: 230
  • Content warnings: entomophobia, implied kidnapping

The ants and I had a lot in common. We were tiny, fragile things, all gangly limbs and dark, beady eyes set in heads too big for our bodies. He liked us like that: small and unassuming.

He kept us contained, as deadly things should be, trapped inside four walls, watchful eyes following our every move. I watched the ants, flat on my stomach to be on their level; he watched me, lingering in the shadows like a ghost.

He was very careful with the ants, not at all like he was with me. He revered them, I could tell; feared them too. Pogonomyrmex maricopa were one of the most venomous insects in the world, he’d explained to me in the early days, a couple hundred stings enough to kill a grown man. There were close to twenty thousand of them in the basement with me, nothing but thin panels of glass between their venom and my skin.

I did not fear them, though. Most days I felt more bug than human, and I often dreamed of the ants taking me in as one of their own. I was convinced that, given the chance, they would take his life and spare mine.

As I did not fear the ants, he did not fear me. We were both foolish for that. A word to the wise: always fear deadly things.

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