Same energy, tbh
Some people get booty calls at 2 AM. This is what Weevil gets from Rex.
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Hi mun how are you I can't find your rules
((Hi there, I've actually been inactive for a long time due to working on a project! I thought I'd posted rules at some point, I'll double-check!))
(( https://weevil-underwood.tumblr.com/rules Here you go :3))
Hi mun how are you I can't find your rules
((Hi there, I've actually been inactive for a long time due to working on a project! I thought I'd posted rules at some point, I'll double-check!))
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@weevil-underwood and I were laughing over a shirt design we saw on lookhuman, and I ended up re-drawing it with Weevil. Somehow, it just works XD
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Saw this taco joint while walking the Boardwalk last night with @weevil-underwood, @ayma-nidiot and @sullizabeth, and this is what we thought of. Had to draw it XD
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-Bees and Honey-
Woo hoo, look what I made. I think I’m getting a little bit too addicted to these text post memes… Oh and by the way this was inspired by the PrideShipping version of this by wondrousenshi.
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-Weevil Underwood Text Posts-
Don’t even ask what was going through my head, I was just bored and ShrimpShipping Week is upon us so have some of the horrible son.
Matching icons for you and bae
((brb, almost over this flu. Sorry for leaving people hanging ;0; ))
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Neither reactions from the nurse or Weevil were filling him with much confidence that things were as okay as he had previously thought. It wasn’t helping that even while seated, his head was starting to spin due to the pain and now heightening stress. He silently tried to reason with himself that this was why it was better to try and ignore it, but he was hardly in a position to try and argue his point. Especially when he felt like if he tried to stand up by himself, he’d likely collapse into a heap.
His eyes never left the stern glare he was giving the wall, even as his friend began to speak up again. Honestly, Rex didn’t want to look at him for the time being. He knew it wasn’t fair to be placing all that anger on the shorter male, but it aggravated him to no end to have the other chime in every so often about what he should or shouldn’t be doing as though the brunet hadn’t been conditioned to think the complete opposite.
The dinosaur enthusiast hadn’t even noticed the hesitant hand that was soon set on his sleeve.
Rather the tapping at the door made him jump slightly as his eyes quickly darted towards the doctor that had stepped into the room. He swallowed sharply at the lump forming in his throat, his chest tightening uncomfortably as he wasn’t sure if he was more worried about what the doctor may find or Weevil’s reaction to just how much Rex has been trying to ignore.
It was hardly helping him to know that if his chest was going to need to be examined that the deep bruise that had started to blossom across his chest the night before would be a much darker colour now.
“S-sure” was the most of a response he could manage to the doctor, although he made no move, dreading to find out just how much damage had been done.
The doctor moved with purpose as he folded Rex’s shirt up, wincing a bit at the dark blossom of discoloration. “So there’s obviously some trauma..." he noted thoughtfully, placing his fingertips on the outermost portion of the bruise to touch around it’s perimeter. “How’s your pain right now - sharp, or more dull and achey? Do you feel like you can’t get a full breath?” Weevil watched the examination as the doctor’s fingertips slowly worked their way inward toward the ugliest part of the bruise, carefully exploring along Rex’s ribs for the source of the injury. “Mr. Underwood, get me my stethoscope from the station, please?” he murmured, making the smaller male bristle. “I’m not even on the clock tonight!” he groused. “All the same...” Weevil made a few indignant noises as if he wanted to argue, though, at length, released Rex’s sleeve and rose from his perch, stalking out of the room to fetch the instrument. As soon as he was gone, the doctor rolled his eyes a bit, and hooked the chair Weevil had been occupying over in his own direction so that he could afford himself a better vantage for the examination.
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A slight grin tugged at his lips, seeing how willing Weevil was to talk on this subject.
“Kinda surprised that you’d be so supportive of the idea of selective breedin’. Wouldn’t ya think that nature kinda has things sorted with evolution?” Following in suit, he too placed his plate on the coffee table “what’s the point’ve keepin’ animals or I guess insects, in captivity for so long that it ends up changin’ the biology of that species? I mean I guess silkworms have their use but are people actually worth screwin’ up a species for their own gain?”
The dinosaur enthusiast placed his index finger and thumb under his chin, thinking more on the subject “honestly human life has already caused huge changes t’ they way species interact with the world. Heck, tons are gone from huntin’ and loss of habitat. So should we even have a say in things like selective breedin’ if we’ve already messed up so much?” Leaning back into the sofa, Rex crossed his arms in front of his chest, still firm on his view on that subject. As much as he hadn’t been particularly ‘book-smart’ in his studies, the brunet had sat through many hours of video lectures and official documentaries that he’d been able to form study and opinions off easier than when given a reading to study. And although it had started off as a joke in his class, there had been a debate between students about trying to genetically engineer extinct species from fossil remains.
Unlike his previous response, Rex gave a soft chuckle while shaking his head “nah I was more interested in the field work anyway- okay actually, I might’ve believed that when I was in grade school- but nah. I wanted to be out doing the dig work that you see in documentaries” Rex gave a sheepish grin towards his friend before giving a slight huff “don’t see why I need a college degree to dig a bunch'a holes” he sunk into his chair in an undignified manner, over exaggerating his frustration with having to sit through years of college for that.
"Don’t misunderstand me.” Weevil said, shifting his gaze in the other’s direction. “When I say being put to work in society, what I mean is taking the next step in human and insect symbiosis. Right now, we depend on bugs for vital things like pollination of our food supply, and assistance with the decaying process, but what if it were to go further? What if human beings and insects worked so closely together that it was difficult to tell where one society ended and the other began?” His eyes were sparkling as he described this strange dystopian scenario as if it were a well-loved childhood fantasy. “As you said, we’re tearing down their habitats...and it’s happening much too quickly for natural evolution to keep up. It’s quickly falling into the hands of science to make sure they have a fighting chance against a human’s world, and what better way than to reintegrate them with a vital role?” He let that point sit for a bit, leaning back against Rex’s beaten couch and gazing ceilingward for a moment as he indulged in the mindscape he’d painted of insects building their own society over humanity’s before, finally, he brought himself back to the here-and-now. “You know something, Rex? You ought to have a social media channel or something. Why don’t you film yourself digging up dry lakebeds and such? Who knows? Maybe the professionals will admire your dedication and let you come along on a real dig.” By ‘admire’, of course, he meant they’d cringe at every mistake Rex made until they felt compelled to show him how to do it properly in hopes of keeping him from destroying any vital tidbits of history before the professionals could get at it. Either way, Weevil couldn’t argue that he wouldn’t tune in.
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The response was a half-hearted shrug as he crunched down the remnants of the sugary dino proper before answering. “I don’t see why it couldn’t have been. People have been selectively breeding creatures for their own benefit since society was established, after all. Just look at the silkworm: it’s been kept in captivity so long that it’s wings have become vestigial and it couldn’t return to the wild even if it wanted to. It was easy to imagine a team of scientists breeding the biggest, strongest moths from generation to generation, growing them in size with each batch.” He set aside his cake on the coffee table, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms over his chest. “I thought for sure by college, moths would be enormous and being put to work in society. Or, if not, that I’d help get them to that point.” He said it with the air of a guy who still felt it was within his means to do so, but had merely been denied the opportunity. Get Weevil talking on the subject, and he could prattle on for hours about how society could benefit from living more closely with insects. Let him go even further and things would take a darker turn as he explained away the need for the human race entirely and went on about how much the ecosystem would benefit from a return to nature, controlled entirely by a society of highly-intelligent and useful bugs. The inside of Weevil Underwood’s head could be a scary place at times. “So? DID you think paleontology was like that?” he asked again, inclining his head a bit at the other.
At the apology, he startled a bit and pulled his gaze away from the fireworks to blink at Mai, as if wondering if she was serious.
"What are you talking about? It was glorious!" he insisted. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to tell that woman to shove it?" The resulting fallout reminded him of the first time he'd observed five Japanese hornets taking out an entire honeybee colony: horrific, yet mesmorizing. He'd heard profanities come out of his mother that he hadn't even realized had existed once she'd been faced with the idea he had torn down her agenda and she could not wind back the gears he'd already set in motion.
"And anyway, it only took her a couple of months to break on that idea before she started calling again." he went on. "But, needless to say, I'm on my own for school now." She'd had every faith he was going to fall flat on his face and see things her way. Fortunately, Weevil was just as bull-headed and prideful as she was, and had bought himself some time with a job to continue paying his expenses while he figured out an arrangement more within his means.
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It wasn’t his favorite subject matter, true, but Weevil seemed to be making a fledgling effort at decency today by keeping his peanut gallery comments to himself in the name of Rex’s birthday.
Now and then, amid nibbles of cake, his eyes would squint up behind his glasses or his nose would wrinkle in dislike at certain quips or plot twists. Though, by and large, he simply seemed to be observing. To be fair, he was similarly harsh on the insect movies they watched, arguing with the onscreen scientists about various biological points or angrily correcting certain insect behavior.
‘Honey, I Shrunk The Kids’, for instance, was an absolute no-go for movie nights due to Weevil getting inappropriately furious once too many times about the ant’s terrible portrayal. And best not to even get him started on ‘Arachnophobia’.
“Is this what you thought paleontology would be like?” he finally asked during a laboratory scene.
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An eyebrow arched at the question “y'know just cause I watch a ton of movies doesn’t mean I take 'em all as facts” he scoffed as though this were the dumbest question he’d ever heard. Although in Weevil’s defence, he /did/ often say things that would have made anyone question whether or not he knew the difference between reality and fiction.
Before another 'stupid’ question could be thrown his way, he spoke up to clarify “the professors for the classes weren’t 'xactly easy t’ follow on most’ve their rants. B'sides, they started t’ just focus on like a handful of students rather than the whole class so most’ve us ended up failing the last exam” he paused for a moment, trying to think of how best to explain it “just get sick of seein’ people gettin’ help when they’re the last people t’ need it- an yeah, a couple of us have gone to the board to bring it up. But I doubt anythin’ will happen” the brunets fuse was a little shorter than usual due to the recent family stresses pressuring him at the moment and although the shorter male hadn’t asked anything in great detail, Rex had been defensive, preemptively expecting to be ripped into about being an idiot. Something he was sick of hearing when he was actually trying to change things around.
So he’d ended up getting a little snappy, due to expecting Weevil to laugh at his recently failed exam.
The dinosaur enthusiast was inwardly kicking himself, knowing that it was probably unfair to get so snarky. But he found it hard to tell with his friend about when being nice was a set up to then crush him with some awful insults or to laugh at him for any recent mistakes.
Weevil arched a brow, taking in Rex's frustrated tirade in response to what he'd intended as a playful jab. It was far from the worst thing they'd bantered between themselves, even on a good day. Granted, sooner or later, Weevil started taking it personally and turning his insults more vehement in response, usually leading to wounded pride all around.
"Hmf, someone's tightly-wound." the insector sniffed indignantly. "All I meant was *I* had high hopes for entomology too. I used to think genetically engineering Mothra was a top priority."
He still did, actually.
It wasn't as if he had much room to razz Rex's floundering attempts to pursue his chosen career, anyway. A quick reminder that at least Rex had gone after his dreams instead of wasting his energy in a field he hated would have been a verbal kick to the teeth that Weevil would have been just as happy to avoid.
He picked up the rest of the sugar stegosaurus that had been residing on the edge of his plate and popped it into his mouth, grinding it between his teeth moodily.
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Had he missed her? She had only dragged him across the country on a haphazard adventure, completely destroyed his strictly-organized agenda for a few months, had made what tiny social circle he had think he was dead, and if his mother ever learned of half of the things they’d gotten up to with one another, both illegal and immoral, she’d have disowned him months ago. Had he missed her…?! His brow knotted, and for a minute it looked like he was about to blow a gasket. And then he had her by the lapels of her jacket, pulling her in for another kiss. Somewhere in the distance from various places around the city, people had begun setting off their New Years firecrackers, creating a backdrop of popping and fizzing sparks. When it finally broke, his glasses had fogged, which didn’t stop him from trying to peer through the lenses anyway. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, pretending he wasn’t breathless as he allowed Mai to reclaim some breathing room.
Mai was more charmed with him now than she ever thought she’d be. Hell, it was something she found herself saying that more and more often despite the things they have done and continue to do. She was about to interject with a quip about his expression, something about him turning redder than those cute ladybugs they encountered while passing through Takayama. She knew it’d flatter him to make that kind of analogy, but before she could really open her mouth, he was pulling her close for another needy kiss. If nothing else, it answered her question. He missed her. Dearly.
When he let up, she laughed brightly, grabbing his hands that still clutched her jacket as the sky continued to light up behind them. It would have been romantic if it were anyone else, though this was definitely their kind of romance. “If it helps, darling, I missed you~” Mai turned her head toward the skyline and pointed to the fireworks sparkling in the sky. “The city’s sounding off for my return. Isn’t it grand~?” Of course she was just being facetious, but it was easier that way.
"They're all violating the afterhours noise law." he replied tetchily, nonetheless turning to watch the cascades and starbursts of sparks dotting up the night like thousands of spastic fireflies. At length, his fingers squeezed on hers in a silent show of affection and he huffed a sigh, as if in resignation to her spontaneity.
Wild things came and went as they liked, after all...
"You missed everything." he complained wryly. "I thought that you, of all people, would have wanted to be here when I got disowned."
By that, he meant he had finally pulled the strings necessary to redirect his major and, as expected, his parents had hit the ceiling.
"I counted about six veins in my mother's forehead, in case you were wondering."
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OMG that's great???? Four for you Weevil Underwood
(This just goes to prove, you never know where you’ll be or what you’ll be doing when your secret dream of becoming a Mean Girls meme is achieved)