A Bug's Life

Rory Pym. Lacewing. Scientist. Peanut Butter Addict. But there's more to the story than just titles.

[chemibomb]

Loooooong story. I’ll tell you on the way—if you wanna come with.

Yeah, he was—he was really excited. I mean. More so than usual, since Sam doesn’t…have any other settings but ‘excited’, y’know? Anyway a car would be—…but giant ant…no, car. Yeah. Car.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Road trip? Of course I'm on board.

He's always so happy. I wish I was half as happy as he is. I hope he had a blast. Are we sure we shouldn't take a... car is best. Less distracting. People probably won't call the police on a car as fast as they would a giant ant. I've got the keys.

[chemibomb]

—My bike got smashed up, and Sam’s stuck out in Nevada.

His first solo recruiment job—I was meant to pick him up. I really need to borrow a car or a…I dunno—giant…ant?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

How did you-- Never mind, don't wanna know.

He must have loved a solo mission, didn't he? Do you want the car, or do you actually want a giant ant.

[chemibomb]

     —But it’s an emergency. Like. Level eighty emergency.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Listening... What's up?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Busy. Queen Pym banishes you to... anywhere but here.

[robbierhodes-deactivated2018030]

[ then i can at least try to cover everyone to the best of my ability. nobody here needs to feel like the weak link if i can help it… ]

          You’re right; but it’s still worth the effort, right?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Good point. Everyone deserves to feel safe. You've got a good heart. Anything else you want to run past me?

[samarchived-deactivated20171116]

Making sure you people don’t lose the Roman boy. Or get him killed somehow. 

[thebugdaughter-blog]

If you came in here to be a grump, please see yourself to the door. That one. Right there. That looks like a door. See it. Go there. And leave. Unless you care to elaborate on why you are so concerned. Nicely.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

robbierhodes:

It’s—good to get more perspectives. Can’t plan a battle without knowing where the chinks in  your armor are, right? Someone could get hurt.

Yeah, but the odds are there is chinks in everyone's armor, even if you can't see them yet. Can't account for everything. No matter how hard you try, really.

[robbierhodes-deactivated2018030]

Is that the only problem? [ if it is, he’s relieved. a former praetor can’t  have bad planning skills, after all. ]

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Unless you want me to think of more. Why are you running this by me, anyways?

[samarchived-deactivated20171116]

—What problem do you have with shadow-traveling, exactly?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

I... that is not the point. What are you doing here, anyways?

[robbierhodes-deactivated2018030]

[ looks a little hurt, but—doesn’t push it. ] What part put you off?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Don't look at me like that... It was the part where you said we couldn't get food first.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

As great as that plan sounds... Actually, no. It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Achilles: Step one; protect Patroclus

Achilles:

Achilles:

Achilles: Failed step one

[luobingmeis]

he’s the boy you don’t hear of much; he’s the boy with the blood stained fists, and the black eye. you see him in the local club, drinking quickly from the glass in his hand with a raged expression on his face. you see him after a fight; he just won but you cannot remember his name, it seems like no one can remember his name. it’s a shame. it was obvious at one point, no one forgot his name. he was once the best of people. if the dullness of his green eyes are looked past, one might still see his old passion, and the happiness he once had. it was obvious that there was a time, this boy burned so brightly. though, things pass. people are forgotten. people forget themselves. others do say that the loss of a loved one, can lead to unimaginable things. and sometimes those things are forgotten.

-his name was achilles. (t.j.c)

[instrumentale]

ares hits up in bars incites riots, fist fights even murders apollo hides from the sun dark subway stations golden hair dyed brown artemis watches hunters bullets tearing through flesh nothing graceful about a modern day hunt aphrodite in front of a computer naked to the waist the cost of beauty is low these days poseidon in a grimy raincoat watches fishing boats return laden down with catch knows the day will soon come that they return empty-handed athena buried in paperwork courtroom battles somehow not the same as the battlefields of ancient greece dionysus stumbling home at three he always loved a drink (or ten) but it’s not wine anymore zeus at the controls of an airplane commercial flight #AAL1634 San Fransisco to London direct hades in a dark suit hair slicked back head of the biggest drugs network in europe demeter watches in anger as miles and miles of farmland get turned into cities, or worse left to wither persephone locked in a mental hospital diagnosed with multiple personality disorder but the pills don’t work hermes lives on the streets fired from the post office because “you’re just not what we’re looking for” hera, the haughty socialite clings to a time when her word was law pretends not to hear the cruel whispers hestia dressed in rags holds her hands too long over the fire welcomes the burn in another time they were worshipped in another time they were honored all this time can offer is cruelty disbelief hatredbut oh so many ways to forget yourself

this century is cruel to dieties || sba (via penthesilia)

[emsgraceward-deactivated2016061]

No, you didn’t! Rory, that’s amazing! Congratulations.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Yeah. A second pregnancy. Thrilling. I mean-- Thanks!

[winnietheimpossible]

Sure, I could use some coffee. Don’t want you to feel like you have to drink the whole thing yourself.

[thebugdaughter-blog]

[ hands her a cup of coffee ] Coffee never goes to waste around here. Ever. Wait-- How're you doing, Hawkings? Haven't seen you in a while.

[alexiabarton-deactivated2018020]

Oh, huh?

Congratulations, sweetie! How far along are you?

[thebugdaughter-blog]

Far enough that my boobs know I'm pregnant but the whole ugly stomach thing doesn't.