#golden-bubblebee

Do worm facts and written info about worms freak you out or is it just pictures? Is like... worm emoji's fine? What about fictional worms, like Subnautica's crabsnake?

Oh god I fear this what are you planning KGJDHD

It's a 'if you chase me with a worm I will cry'

Pictures and videos of worms are upsetting (and those snakes that look like worms count too)

Cool facts are always cool facts! If the cool fact is that worms crawl in your ear or something it is not cool

Fictional worms are fine?? I think? If its an alien worm. Irl worms in fiction are no no let's not do that. I did just google the crabsnake and it makes me go like 'eughfeababa' but it also looks cool enough to be cool still (being uncomfortable is okay!)

I just finished your fic 'and this, your living kiss', for context

I have so many thoughts, but mostly: holy shit. Your fic inspired me in a way that nothing has the past years.

I used to write my own poems, haven't in a long while, and the last couple poems I wrote were for shool.

I hadn't forgotten my poetry, but left it behind.

And now, suddenly, words are everywhere again, they bubble up like soda pop. The need to string togheter words in a way that isn't so much coherent as it is a feeling, a colour.

In a way, I suppose, your fic gave me, what cass gave dean.

I was very touched by it, the poems you wrote, for Jack Allan, brought me to tears. Some out of sadness, others out of the sheer beauty of them.

I'm not sure if I have a point to this, not yet, as my thoughts are but concepts right now, so I mostly want to say your writing touched me. I've read it in 2-3 days, and have been milling about it, seeing a love for the world projected because of how you projected the poetry. Not sure if that makes sense.

Just. You inspired me again, your writing touched me deeply, and stirred something awake that had been lying in a long slumber, soon to be death. Thank you.

The whole fic, to me, was almost a poem. As I read it, I kept highligting parts, seeying rythm and rhyme spread throughout. Had the idea to write a 'puzzle poem' for you, choosing and bending your words to become another thing.

Don't know if I ever will, but just to tell you, that they were beautiful, your words.

Hello!!!

I'm so glad the words are bubbling up for you again! That you feel so inspired is the greatest compliment, truly, and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to let me know.

Obviously I'm greatly intrigued by the idea of a puzzle poem, and would be happy to read it if you decide to give it a shot--but mostly, I would love if you would simply write at all. The world needs its poets now more than ever.

Can't remember the episode, but kripke era, John is gone, and the boys are looking through his notebook, and find a couple of ripped out pages (Adam's entries)

BUT HERE IS THE THING!!! THE NOTEBOOK IS A CLICKY RING SYSTEM!!!

The pages are holepunched and then put through metal rings that click closed! JOHN HAD 0 REASON TO RIP THOSE PAGES OUT!!!

He couldve literally just taken them out. And also, from experience, when you rip pages out of a clicky ring system, it generally doesnt tear the way it was in the episode, it more so literally rips out, leaving no trace of the paper behind.

Anyways this drives me insane, suffer with me.

(Xoxo John-Bitchester)

NOOOOO WHY DID YOU TELL ME THAT???

The little things like that drive me fucking crazy! It's really not that hard to not make these stupid mistakes?