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group chat upgraded to voice and video and : I am so gay

#a.txt #jothpitou #angryleaving #hugbeam #didn't wanna say this but everyone looked and sounded like Angels . that's all folks!!

I love my friends, Scyler, Blaine, Era,and *glances at smudged writing on hand* Putpu

#a.txt #woys #angryleaving #hugbeam #jothpitou

@jothpitou @hugbeam @smortsantiago you're all right I'm dating 2.5 people

#a.txt #the .5 is myself #jothpitou #hugbeam #smortsantiago #jstriderofficial #idk which one u track :0

One life, torn asunder by a grave mistake. Another, unable to overcome it's grief. The story of two star crossed lovers who just wanted each other. Tuesday mornings usually go something like this: leave the hive, find flowers, produce a pheromone trail to lead your brethren back to the flowers and assist in the pollen collecting. At some point you're able to rest your weary antennae on your lover's equally as weary side. It's a small reprieve, but much needed. Any comfort that you two can find in each other if enough comfort for you. This Tuesday was not like usual Tuesday mornings, though. Your pheromone trail was trampled by a dog, and you had to go back over it at least twice to ensure that your brethren could follow it. By the time you were able to flutter through your honeycomb, your partner was already curled up asleep and you were too tired to actually rest. So you turned on your waxivision and stared unseeingly at infomercials on how to be the best drone for your queen until your partner slowly buzzed into the room and wrapped their legs around you. "Honey, you should come to bed." they buzzed softly in your thorax and they nuzzled the spot once, twice, before whispering again. "It's awfully cold without you." You turned to reply, to possibly make a cheap comment about you just being that hot, when it hit you. Pheromones. Not yours, not theirs, but another's. You feel your stinger extract itself without your permission and your fuzz immediately prickles. "Hun..." You tried to keep your cool. "Please tell me you weren't with the Queen today." You immediately felt them freeze against your thorax and you tried to stay rational. "Hun, you know. You know what the Queen did to me, and you go back to her while I work to afford this honeycomb so you can do what? Lay with the person who killed my-" "Honey, it's not like that." Their voice is meek, something you only hear when they want their way, when they want you to forget, forgive. Not this time. "Then what is it like? It's bad enough I slave over hot pollen for her day in and day out, after all she's done to hurt me. Now I have to find out you're still going to her honeycomb on a regular basis." They're silent but they reach out with their middle leg to wrap around your lower thorax too, right before your abdomen. You shrug them off, unable to think of where their tarsal claws had just been. "I just... I need some space." What happened next was all a blur. You were dimly aware of your sting still protruding from your sternum, and assumed that they knew too. But they were coming towards you too fast, with too little space in between, so you did the first thing you could think of to keep from accidentally stabbing them. Your turned as fast as your wings would allow and threw yourself backwards at the same time. You're not exactly sure what happened after that; between one moment and the next is where the blur starts. One minute you're smiling in relief as you see their face come into view, proof that you saved them. The next, a searing pain is starting in your abdomen and working its way up your thorax, clawing and hot and burning. You buzz in discomfort, not sure what is happening. And as your lover runs their fore and middle legs over your feelers and antennae, telling you to keep buzzing and stay calm; telling you that you've got flowers to pollinate and pheromone trails to leave, it dawns on you. This is the end.

#my writing #I wasn't kidding #hugbeam #jothpitou #bee fan fiction and its pretty damn good

Pitou breaks into my homestead daily and leaves a vial of dangerous elixir labeled do not drink on my bedside table, knowing that the warning makes me want to drink it

#a.txt #jothpitou #ok no more gay

@jothpitou replied to your post:im cryig is it confirmed do we relaly know if...

i was about to say has superman ever referenced shitting like has he ever even indirectly said that he shits but that actually proves nothing everyone can lie we need to know. does superman is shit >?

If you took Superman away from our yellow sun and put him back on Krypton he'd be a regular biological organism that needs sustenance, remove waste and regenerate through sleeping.

but also

The Silver-Age Superman-- no, no, no and no. He slept occasionally for the mental benefit, but did not need to. Did not need to eat or poop, and his hair (and fingernails) never grew. There was a story once in which red kryptonite made them grow (hair and fingernails) and he had to have them trimmed by the combined heat vision of both Supergirl and Krypto. Really. The silver age was a funny time.

source: http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=119559&page=2

#jothpitou #replies #im dying squirtle.txt #coprophobia for ts #superman aint have to shit for a good couplle years

the rumor come out. does clark kent is shit?

jothpitou: is it confirmed that superman shits

detectivejcarter: HFHFHRH YES

detectivejcarter: YES IT IS

jothpitou: how is it confiemd have we seen him shit

detectivejcarter: i

detectivejcarter: Well have you seen anyone shit

jothpitou: listen

jothpitou: humans

jothpitou: have to shit