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Grubbin and Charjabug are the early life stages of the seventh-gen beetle Vikavolt. While Vikavolt is a powerful electric cannon (which we’ll examine tomorrow), Grubbin has no electric power at all: not even an electric typing. How does this baby-bug grow into its electric powers? That’s what we’re here to examine today.

Grubbin is quite obviously a grub, the larvae stage of many beetles. Specifically, Vikavolt appears to be a stag beetle, with it’s large mandibles. Beetles, like butterflies, go through their lives in different stages: They hatch out of the egg as a larva, and then become pupa (the cocoon equivalent), before magnificently transforming, metamorphosing, or evolving into a full beetle.

Like caterpillars, beetle larva (grubs) eat a lot so they can grow quickly. Instead of leaves, stag grubs feed on rotting wood. Just like the pokédex says, their claw-like jaw mandibles let them scrape wood so they can eat it. They usually live underground, because the richest rotting wood is buried in the soil.

Charjabug, on the other hand, does not really resemble a grub or a beetle at all. Charjabug seems to be based on a caterpillar, the japanese Monema flavcesens, also known as the Denkimushi, which translates to “electric insect”.

These caterpillars are infamous for giving “electric shocks” when they are touched. In reality, there’s no electricity involved: they simply have a poisonous toxin, chemicals that happen to feel like an electric shock. They generate these chemicals from the food they eat, so it certainly seems a good fit for Charjabug…except considering Vikavolt, Charjabug must use actual electricity.

There is one bug that uses an electricity. It’s not a caterpillar, or a beetle. It is a wasp. The Oriental Hornet has mini solar panels embedded into its abdomen. Its yellow stripes collects energy from the sun and turns it into electricity, which the hornet stores like a battery.

Like Grubbin and Vikavolt, these bugs don’t develop this electric power until they reach their adult life stage. Speficially, the pigments in its exoskeleton are structured and layered to capture light, breaking sunlight apart into smaller rays which can be used to create electricity by knocking off electrons (see Heliolisk). These electric pigments has only ever been document in these hornets, but has been theorized in other bugs, from butterflies to beetles. This is probably the method Charjabug uses! Little cellular batteries, like an eel’s electrogenic cells (see Tyanmo) could be used to store the energy that Charjabug generates.

Grubbin is the larval stage of Vikavolt. It eats a lot so it can grow quickly. When pupating, Charjabug gains the ability to create electrical energy using a special pigment in its new exoskeleton.

Okay! So today I went to Us Cellular so my brother could get a new phone and while I was there I was using pokevision to find Pokemon near me. And low and behold a Snorlax shows up. Knowing that all the employees played Pokemon go I announced it to everyone. So all the employees and my brother leave the building to get the Snorlax. Which was incredible. 
Also while I was there the girl working there told me there are pictures of Nicolas Cage all around the building. Apparently there was one under the letters on the wall…

This was the best experience of my life god bless the local Us Cellular building.  

Abandon All Hope (Part 3)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (they’ll get there eventually), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Rick, Michonne, Abraham, Eugene, Rosita

Word Count: 1802 (shorter than the last but kinda a “filler” part. Next one will be much longer.)

Warnings: language, angst-there’s always gonna be some, fluff (kinda), siblings always butting heads

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl

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Originally posted by norman-reedus

“Cas?” Dean asked with trepidation. He hadn’t see his closest friend for years. He was sent back to heaven and then soon after, all of heaven had fallen. All the angels had lost their grace and now have been dying from the terrible sickness that was spreading. They are all just as susceptible as everyone else. 

“Hello, Dean.” He said in his usual deep voice. “Sam, (y/n), it’s good to see the three of you still alive in this terrible world.” Before he could say anymore, Dean engulfed him into a hug.

You wiped away your tears and squeezed between Dean to give Cas a hug as well. Surprisingly, Cas placed a kiss on the top of your head. He never really showed much affection because he didn’t know how to that well. As you pulled away to let Sam in, you couldn’t help but notice how Daryl’s demeanor changed. His jaw was tensed and he looked like he was about to break the arrow in his hands, that is, until he spotted you looking at him and quickly relaxed as if nothing happened. 

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Hey you

Yeah you

Davey Jacobs wants you to finally finish that summer reading/online class/essay that’s been hanging over your head.

He’s already done with it and would be super happy for you if you actually did it before the last second.

Katherine Plumber is slumped over at your side, affirming to you that, yes, it does indeed suck, and yep, she’s been there, but you have to do it, and she’ll be here to give you moral support through your baby steps.

Spot Conlon cuts off your wifi connection so that you’re forced to focus.

Racetrack Higgins is totally ready to tattle on you to him if you dare use the cellular data on your phone.

Crutchie Morris believes in you and tells you to get comfy with your book/computer and fix yourself little snacks every once in a while and not be too hard on yourself that you didn’t do it before.

Les Jacobs thinks you’re super cool and awesome and amazing.


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You were working an eight hour shift at work, and sorting clothes at the thrift store was tiring. You always got frustrated when people would mess up the piles right after you sorted them, but you had to hide your frustration and be kind towards the customers.

In the middle of folding graphic tees, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Before you pulled it out, you looked at the clock.

Only noon. Whoever is trying to get ahold of me is gonna get me in trouble with my boss. You sighed, slipping the device out of the pocket of your black work pants. 1 new message

Hey baby, how’s it going? xx

Boring, as usual. You know you’re interrupting my shift right? I’m not supposed to be on my phone, Ash..

I know, but it’s getting boring here! Calum had to leave :(


I can make your shift a lot more fun ;)

Before you could begin to type, Ashton had already begun sending messages.

Those work pants would look a lot better off.
Clothes aren’t the only thing you’re gonna be grabbing today.
C'mon cutie, you can’t ignore me ;)
Having fun yet?
I can’t wait until you’re home.
We’re gonna have so much fun baby.

My boss is about to take my phone! She’s looking at me! Stop it!

That’s not what you’re gonna be saying here in a few hours.


No can do, princess.

As you were typing a semi-long and serious reply to your dirty-minded boyfriend, you heard a female throat-clearing behind you.

You turned around to see your boss.

“Miss Y/L/N, you are not to be using your cellular device unless you are on your break or have been given permission to do so. I’ve had to tell you this several times now.” She said sternly.

This wasn’t the first time Ashton had tried to distract you from work, and you felt mixed feelings. You liked having a break for a few moments to talk with the one you loved most, but at the same time your job was on the line.

“Listen, I-i can explain-” You were cut off, the woman’s hand stopping right in front of your face.

“I’m letting you off easy this time, but I am sending you home. It seems that you can’t control your need for your cellular device. If you don’t care, you might as well not be here. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N, but if this happens again, you will be dismissed.” Her lips were pursed.

You stomped to the locker room to get your things and made a beeline for your car. You were a bit frustrated with Ashton for getting you sent home.

Driving to your apartment, which at this particular time was unfortunately being shared with Ashton, your knuckles turned white from gripping the leather that protected the steering wheel.

You turned on music, hoping it would calm your thoughts. Gasoline by Halsey came on, and you got lost in the music.

You pulled in your driveway sooner than you wanted to. You huffed, not in a good mood. Couldn’t the drive have been longer?

Opening the door, you felt the cool air from the air conditioner hit you. The store was usually pretty hot, considering your boss insisted on keeping the doors open to ‘lure in customers’ which it certainly didn’t.

You closed the door behind you and slipped off your black sneakers, which were supposed to be comfortable, but as always, you were on your feet a lot at work and even the most soft shoes weren’t that comfortable to you.

You set your purse and keys on the kitchen table, feeling as if you were being watched. You really didn’t want to talk to Ashton, and you hoped he wouldn’t try to talk to you. Or more importantly, touch you. He wasn’t being very respectful of your duties today.

Saying you were tired was an understatement.

If Ashton tries anything with me, it’s not going to end well.

You trudged up a few stairs to your bedroom and stopped in front of your dresser.

I just want to go to bed and sleep the night away.

Pulling off your work pants, you replaced them with a pair of pajama shorts.

Just as you were pulling the shorts over your bottom, a pair of warm arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt a heated breath on your ear.

“Not so fast, baby girl.. It’s about time you got home.”

Remember the phone problem? Well, Mom got in touch with them, to be told that the account is still in Pop’s name. Despite the fact Mom has been paying the bills and dealing with them with about problems since Pop died in 2014, they now won’t talk to her about anything to do with it until she brings in a death certificate for Pop. 

Rather than go through the headaches of getting another copy of the DC, Mom has decided she’s had it with US Cellular. We’ve been having problems with them for more than a year, and she’s still smarting from several years ago when they lied to her about the cost of a new phone. (Honestly, the folks in that store did lie, with a $400 difference!) 

Unfortunately, Mom has also decided on a new phone company and new phones. And these are the ones you see advertized for old folks that can’t cope with newfangled technology. My now old phone was already so outdated you couldn’t send e-mails, but what she’s ordered for me? No photos. No text. Nothing but plain old fashioned phone calls…


It’s a hell of a lot cheaper. We need to save money. I have no one to text anyway and already have a camera.I get it. I have no right to complain.

But dang, here we are in the era of smartphones and at the rate my tech is going backwards I’m probably five years away from just a set of semaphore flags! 

Hmmm…I don’t suppose I can raise pigeons for sending messages with all the cats here on the farm…… 

Death to Wifi.

The Verizon representative who picked up my call to help me with my WiFi issues ended up just talking about her life, two children, military experience, her ex-husband who kept cheating on her, her radiation therapy, God, boot camp and other things…I mean, I didn’t mind listening to her for an hour because I didn’t want to just cut her off, but my WiFi wasn’t fixed and she didn’t call me back when she said she would to help me figure out the problem. :(

I called again and another person picked up. He tried to troubleshoot and failed, so he’s sending someone over next week to install a new router.

So no WiFi for a few days.

This is an interesting concept. I can’t keep using my cellular data so I guess a good Internet break is fine….except for the fact that I have paperwork to submit to Korea that’s pretty time sensitive.

I’m not mad or stressed out. I’m just sad because this means I have no WiFi to watch the shows I downloaded. 😞I just started the second episode of that Avatar show with that kid with the arrow on his head.

It’s been over 4 years and I still think about Forward Unto Dawn and how wonderfully unique its portrayal of Thomas Lasky was.

This is a 16 year old who lost his brother to the war with the Insurrectionists and has no idea how to deal with it. He tortured himself every night by rewatching Cadmon’s last messages to him and constantly replayed the same chess game they had going.

He had to deal with this all by himself, on top of his worsening physical condition - his allergic reaction to cytoprethaline, the drug used to prevent cellular damage during cryo sleep - which qualified him for medical discharge.

And yet, despite having every reason to, he did not hate the Insurrectionists.

He made himself unpopular with his peers (who verbally and physically harassed him) and his teachers because he dared to question the war between the UNSC and the Insurrectionists. He dared to understand things from ‘the enemy’s’ point of view and argued that the UNSC has very much been at fault - which obviously isn’t going to fly in a prestigious UNSC military academy meant to prepare the next generation for way against these people.

This did drive him to negatively impact his squad as a whole as he disregarded orders and ignored his classes, which is obviously bad - but he was a teenager who was dealing with grief at the loss of a close family member (his only close family member, as Audrey was constantly away due to having her own duties to the UNSC and she’s implied to be a single mother) and his physical health practically by himself.

He still had the courage to stand up to his peers (despite the immense pressure there was to fit in) and say that what the UNSC was doing wasn’t right, that the violence between both sides was something that needed to stop.

And that’s Lasky in a nutshell.

In a universe where you’re a supersoldier typically fighting against technologically superior aliens, this shift in tone and scale with Forward Unto Dawn and Halo 4 accentuated a much quieter kind of heroism which got the Reclaimer Saga off to a much more mature start.

It makes me wonder what kind of role Lasky would have played if 343 had actually followed through on the human Great Schism that was set up for Halo 5 with the rise of the New Colonial Alliance…

Now our phone service is mysteriously out. 

Anyone calling us instead gets a message thanking you for calling our phone company and asking you for your pin number.


And how did we find this out?

 Idiot me, upset about the dental thing, decided to “cheer up” by picking wild blueberries. I wasn’t thinking about how many had ripened, so it would take much longer than anticipated. So the fact I thought I’d be done before the heat of the day and while the sky was still overcast proved ridiculously optimistic.

So, there I was, getting overheated, out of water, and wanting to ask Mom for a lift at the edge of the field. “Thank you for calling US Cellular…” 

Turned out Mom got the same message calling me, then we checked and anyone calling us gets it.

Guess we we better hope we don’t have an emergency we can’t stagger through until we straighten this out!

lmaoooo yesterday at the pride parade us cellular was driving through and there was just. dead silence. no one clapped. and I yelled “STOP TRYING TO EXPLOIT GAY PEOPLE FOR MONEY”