i just could not get over the dinosaurs

craftystoat  asked:

I know some people say T rex is overated, but it's my favorite dinosaur. I was wondering if you could draw it. I bet it would look amazing in your style.

There’s nothing wrong with liking the popular dinosaurs!

I’ll probably do a rex sometime, I just can’t promise when that might happen. I have a lot of things in my “to draw” list and it just keeps getting longer.

But I do happen to have a couple of ridiculous frigatebird-style T. rex concepts in my sketchbook folder, so you can have those for now. ;)

Fantasy AUs

A long list of fantasy AUs (with magic realism/mermaids/vampires/fairies + , NOT HP AUs, NOT soulmates AUs). I’ll keep it updated.

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Happy to announce that I’ll be working at Hardsuit Labs as an Environment Artist in Seattle, WA! I start next week, and I had one funny experience that I thought I should post here because it was the transition from freelance to the new gig. 

For Hardsuit Labs, I went through an art test, and phone/skype interviews, and an onsite interview. They gave some time to decide, like over a week, and I was just getting way too impatient. It was at a time I wasn’t doing any freelance work, and was mainly job searching. I ended up reaching out to some potential gigs and Dinosaur Games reached out. 

They reached out to me weeks before, while I was going though the interview phases, for a short freelance gig, but was passed on to another artist, and mentioned that there could still be some more potential work available.

Back to waiting to hear for a response, I was given a different freelance task from Dinosaur Games and was pretty excited to start. They were a previous client last year in September, for a VR title, and so I had to sign a different contract, since it was a different project. The day that I started the freelance job with Dinosaur Games was the same day I got the offer letter from Hardsuit Labs, and signed the forms for the studio. 

One side of me was super excited that.. I got the job at Hardsuit Labs! Then I look at what I’m working on and was thinking.. oh crap. I was giggling so much just thinking about it at that time. I didn’t want to just cancel the Dinosaur Games contract on the day I signed up for the work. The freelance contract with Dinosaur Games technically ends on the 22nd of May, and my first day at Hardsuit Labs technically starts on the 15th. 

There’s a week in between where I thought I could still do the freelance work after working full-time. But I do remember them mentioning that it hits a gray area for artists there to do that. I didn’t want to blow off the freelance contract, or work on a little bit of it and send it. I ended up crunching on the task before I would get things packing. I wrapped up the freelance gig over the past 2 weeks, doing texturing, bakes, retopo, and modeled a few props. Just wanted to get it to a point where the client would be satisfied and where I would be satisfied to show it if I could.

I’m thankful they reached out, and I’m glad that the whole year, after getting laid off, paid off, looking for work, searching for freelance jobs wherever I could, working on my portfolio to get my art out there, gaining the experience and finally getting what I was aiming for, for more than a year, more like 7+ years. My eyes are now set on Hardsuit Labs, and of all places, it’s at a city where I didn’t want to leave in the first place when I moved there.

On. To. The. Next. Chapter. /. Episode.

+. I. like. coffee.

#ImOut

*Dab

Adventures in Gardening

So yesterday, in an effort to seize the day and get my shit together, I had an all day plant extravaganza.  I made an early morning trip to Home Depot to load up on new greens, excavated all the skeletons of last years dearly departed, and put in the new tenants.  (Incidentally, if I ever want to buy many flats of tiny plants again, No. Just No.  That was half my planting time right there, extracting the things without destroying them.)   I made far, far too many trips up and down from the third floor.  But at the end of the day, I was sunburnt, exhausted as hell, and feeling pretty good about it.

And then today, it monsooned

I got home from work and dashed out the back, “Everyone all right? Did you all make it?!”

The herbs reported in, “Present but oh god please tell us it’s over.”  (With the exception of the rosemary, because rosemary gives zero fucks.)  The flowers were more or less all right, wee bit in disarray.  … And then there was the hibiscus.  All perky and full of sass.  Like, “That was refreshing!  Care for another round, chaps?”

That thing might be made of sterner stuff than I am.

Crying over a comedy-Johnny angst/fluff

Request- “ Could you do a angsty johnny scenario where you fight but with a fluffy/happy ending?? I love your writings!!”-anon

Song: Where U Are-Rina Sawayama


“Stop following me!”

“I’m not following you, Y/A! We just so happen to be going to the same place, in case you forgot!”

You were currently beyond mad at Johnny, your boyfriend of 1 year. You had just walked out of his dorm after an intense fight but now you were on a determined mission, him surprisingly hot on your trail. You rarely got mad at him but this time you couldn’t hold your anger in. He had been working hard for his soon scheduled debut so you weren’t able to see him as often as you would like. You were fine with it since he still had always managed to plan small, fun yet simple dates for you two whenever he could but for the past few months, it was like he forgot he even had a girlfriend. This small date tonight was supposed to entail what you thought would be a comedy that you had wanted to see since the first trailer came out. You kept dropping hints at Johnny about how much you had wanted to see this movie for weeks which soon turned into about two months due to Johnny’s busy schedule. You refused to go see it without him although the temptation was always there. You had ultimately given up on going to see it since it had stopped playing in the theaters and you had almost forgotten about it until this night, when Johnny texted you asking if you wanted to come over and “see something funny” with him. You immediately agreed, thinking he had managed to get the movie on DVD. It was pretty late at night but you figured it would be worth getting out of your bed to go and see your beloved boyfriend. After arriving at his dorm and watching as much as the movie that you could tolerate, you realized that your boyfriend’s text was very misleading. That’s how you ended up here, fuming and upset.

Honestly, you didn’t want to tell Johnny but the movie wasn’t the real reason why you were so upset. Sure, it was one out of two, considering your boyfriend had “accidentally” gotten the wrong movie, which was no where near being a comedy. But you could get past that. The real reason that you were upset was because you felt as if you were the only one giving attention to your relationship. Sure, he was busy but you were, too! You two were dating for a little over a year but it seemed like only about 5 months considering the time you two actually did things together. Heck, he had time to make chocolate dinosaurs with Ten, he could fit you somewhere in his schedule! You were beyond mad and you were using the movie as an excuse to showcase your anger. You were hoping the tall goof that is your oblivious boyfriend would read between the lines and see the true thing causing your anger.

“I still can’t believe we’re walking all the way to the store just to get some dumb movie,” Johnny muttered angrily under his breath.
 
“It’s not dumb and no one asked you to come, in case you forgot,” you said mimicking his words.

Johnny let out a huff while you started stomping harder as the store you were looking for came into view. You were determined to get that movie from the red box outside of the nearby store. You had finally ordered the movie out of the box, Johnny waiting a few feet behind you, bored and kicking rocks around on the pavement. As you stared at the movie in your cool hands, you felt your eyes starting to tear up. You tried to hold the tears in but after you looked towards Johnny and saw him now scrolling mindlessly through his him, you couldn’t help them from falling one after another until you were a sniffling mess. Johnny must have heard your sobs because he soon came over and quickly pulled you into a firm hug while trying to get your attention so that he could find out what was wrong. You looked up at him but when all you saw was a blurred figure, you simply buried your head into his chest, the movie hanging limply in your hand. After a few minutes of him standing there rocking you back and forth, you had finally calmed down. Once Johnny took notice of this, he widened his legs so that your heights were similar.

“Babe. Why are you crying over a comedy movie,” your now shorter boyfriend said as gently as possible.

You let out a weak laugh followed by a sniffle at the ironic joke. You were hesitant to tell him the truth, afraid it would cause another fight but you figured it would be better than pretending like you had been for the past few months.

“Johnny, I could honestly care less about this movie right now. To be honest…I’m just tired. I mean….it’s like we- we’re not even dating anymore! I know you’re doing your best baby but, I just feel too- too neglected. Too…forgotten.”

There was a long silence. You were looking down at your feet when you felt Johnny use his index finger to lift your head up. You looked into his eyes and saw his eyes now blurred this time. He straightened his legs so that he was towering over you once again. He looked up towards the sky for a few seconds to chase away his tears before he looked at you again to start speaking.

“Y/A. I- I’m so sorry. I truly didn’t know you felt that way. You’re right. I have been neglecting you and I’m so sorry that I didn’t notice until now. I don’t even know how to fix this. Please, forgive me.” He put his hands on your shoulders and looked deep into your eyes. Although it was tempting to forgive him easily, especially with his dark brown eyes still glossy and sparkling, you knew you had to put yourself first before forgiving him so fast. You pushed his hands off of your shoulders and took a step back, hurt evident in his eyes.

“Johnny…how do I- can I trust you? Not to do this again, I mean?”

He took a step towards you closing the space between you two once again. You looked up at him as he leaned down to rest his forehead on your own.

“I promise you and myself that I won’t forget who my wonderful girlfriend is, and how much she does for me. Thank you for staying by my side up until now.”

You took a moment to snap out of the way his lips ghosting over yours made you feel before slowly nodding your head. You believed he had good intentions and he knew better than to ignore you so thoughtlessly again.

Johnny took your nod as a signal to give you a kiss. It was long and sweet. He moved his hands from your shoulders to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss even more. You gripped his shirt tightly, causing you to drop the movie you were still holding. The clash of it hitting the pavement startled you both causing the kiss to break. You both let out shy giggles as Johnny bent down to pick up the movie.

“C'mon babe. Let’s stop by the store to get some ice cream. Then we can go back to the dorm and watch this movie since you wanted to see it so bad.”

You nodded your head in agreement as you looked at the moon in the clear night sky. It seemed it little brighter, just like how you felt. You grabbed his hand as you two began to walk back in the direction of Johnny’s dorm. After picking the ice cream up you two were finally back and curled up on the couch together as you laughed at the movie planning. The other members of nct were also there and decided to enjoy the movie with you two. After the movie was finished you all were sitting in the living room chatting when you suddenly remembered something.

“Hey, Johnny. You said you had something funny to show me earlier. That movie you showed me earlier definitely wasn’t funny! It was scary, and you know I hate scary movies!”

“Uh..the funny thing I wanted to show you was Yuta’s hair in firetruck! I uh- I don’t know why that movie came on!”

He looked suspicious and you were about to question him again when you heard Yuta speak up from the floor.

“My hair may be crazy but at least I don’t confuse Ghost Busters with Ghostly Encounters!”


I hope you liked it! It took a while to post since I accidently deleted half of what I had already written and didn’t have time to go back and rewrite. i also don’t know if ghostly encounters is a real movie lol.

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-Labor Troubles

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Labor Troubles

You were at home with Nadine and Davi. Neymar was at the Vigo game 9 months pregnant with your fist son Isaac , I promised Neymar that I was fine and wasn’t going to go into labour just to get him out of the door the only thing that would make him feel happy was Nadine coming over and Rafaella to help me with Davi because I could barely get up and walk Rafaella was supposed to coming over later she had a few Aron’s to run before she came and I was completely fine with that

Davi was playing dinosaurs on the floor while Nadine was making lunch and I was watching the game I was content until baby Isaac started kicking “ Davi come feel him kicking ”
He excitedly got up and ran into my belly probably not on purpose but it hurt a lot and I screamed out in pain and Nadine came running in “ I’m Sorry Mamãe ” he said looking sadly at me I knew he didn’t do it on purpose but it really hurt “ it’s ok baby ” I said rubbing his blonde curls , he Wanted to stay with me and Neymar until the baby came and we happily agreed , we only get to see him every one to two months adm we miss him a lot ,

I sat up after eating to tell Davi it was nap time but when I got up a bunch of liquid fell from me I looked my cup was in the table then it hit me I was going into labor I wasn’t going to alarm Nadine because she was in the bathroom and Davi was in his playroom , So I just called Davi down to tell him to put his shoes on, it was really starting to hurt I felt a lot of pressure down there , once he was ready Nadine came down to me calling camp Nou but nobody was picking up I let out a groan and laid back “ I’m going into labor ” i said holding her hand the contractions were coming a lot closer
“ Why didn’t you tell me ! ” she said looking frantic “ I didn’t want to alarm you ” I said putting in an exhausted smile “Davi get to the car ”
She said hurrying up rushing around the house I was crying now Camp Nou wasn’t answering and I didn’t want ney to miss the birth of his second child

Finally getting into the car I was screaming “ They aren’t answering ”
I said crying even more “ Baby now ?” Davi said looking excited , even on your worst day Davi could make you smile “ Yes when daddy comes ” I said reaching back rubbing his leg this was my 10th time calling and they finally pick up “ I’ve been trying to call you guys for an hour now and you don’t pick up ! ” “ I need Neymar off that field and in the emergency room with me ” I said yelling into the phone being mad , in labor , in traffic was not getting the best of me “ one moment ma’m I signed and groaned
” it hurts “ I told Nadine grabbing her hand ” I know sweetheart hang on “ I was waiting in the phone for a couple minutes before they started talking again ” M'am Neymar can’t come off of the field “ I looked at Nadine and cries erupted ” I need him “ ” lucho is not letting him leave “ Front desk said again because they probably felt like I was blaming them for him not getting subbed off .

Nadine was really trying to keep her cool because I thinks she was freaking out too - on the inside because she sure as hell wasn’t letting it show but her quietness told it all , Finally getting to the hospital they got me a room right away and I wasn’t even dilated all the way but why did it hurt so much , I asked for an epidural because there was no way that I was dealing with all of thins pain that was to come , Rafaella finally showed up but by then I was kinda loopy Davi was sitting on the
Bed with me sleep it was past nap time and he was tired even though he was extremely excited then the rest of Neymar family showed up wondering where Neymar was , I told them how his coach wouldn’t let him out of the game and they were all Lowkey mad I could tell part of this felt like my fault because I pushed and pushed him to go to the game saying that I would be fine and want gonna go in labor - I was WRONG I started crying all over again I really hated being this emotional infront of everybody usually it’s just Neymar and Rafaella but now everyone was waiting for baby Isaac to come out all in the room- a little overwhelming ? Yes. Everyone was talking like this was a party laughing and having a good time waiting but I really felt like I was about to pass out

It was finally time to push and everyone went into the waiting room except for Rafaella and Nadine Neymar wasn’t here I was mad , more than mad furious at lucho and when I get out of here he is getting an earful I don’t care .
” on the court of three you gonna push “ I nodded at the doctor before bracing myself ” 1,2,3 push ! “ I put everything into that push and many more after that after the third push I finally heard cries I felt really relieved that the baby was here even if Neymar wasn’t I’m pretty sure the game is over by now and he is in his way ” You did it Kripa !“ Nadine said kissing my forehead and hugging my side I was the first one to hold my son Isaac Landon Da Silva Santos I was really happy I thanked Nadine for all of the Help and she waved me off saying it was for her grandson after that Neymar arrived and literally cried tears , ” Isaac ! “ Davi said coming into the hospital room eager to see the baby ” Pai Look “ he said enthusiastically I smiled this was our little family .

There is also a Saiyan Husbands Club. Even if said husbands don’t exactly know it yet.
  • When the club was just Goku and Vegeta, it started off as nothing more than the usual competitive schtick. “I trained in 150 G this weekend, Kakkarot.” “Really? So did I!”
  • “My son Trunks beat up some punk trying to take his mom’s purse.” “Really? My son beat up a dinosaur trying to eat Chi-Chi!”
  • “My son is better than your son!” “Are you sure, Vegeta? Because my son-” “JUST SHUT UP!”
  • Later Goku and Vegeta actually do some healthy bonding activity that wasn’t sparring. Like the time they both forgot about Mother’s Day until Trunks and Goten reminded them and they found themselves taking an emergency trip to the mall. They ended up competing over who could get their wife the best gift.
  • They had to stop sparring at Capsule Corp. after they broke the gravity room for the nth time and Bulma just got tired of it all and told them to can it.
  • There was that time they went to Toriyamaland with their sons. Goku, Goten, and Trunks especially enjoyed the “It’s a Small Universe” ride. Vegeta glared at the little Namekians and humans singing and barely had to refrain from blowing up every little automaton he could see.
  • Once in a while Vegeta actually visits Goku’s family at Mt. Paozu with his son. Chi-Chi is actually surprised and pleased that Vegeta also enjoys her food- up until he and Goku end up fighting over the last dumpling/sushi/beef flank. “She’s my wife, so it’s mine!” “You already ate that entire table! Stop being so greedy, you clown!” “You ate the last fried shrimp, so we’re calling it even!”
  • When Gohan got married, he also got brought into the club-that-didn’t-exist whenever Goku visited his new home…and Vegeta trailed along just to find something to gripe over with his rival. Gohan ends up being the glue for their conversations when Goku starts giving him tips on married life and Vegeta starts interjecting with his own snarky comments. It is unanimously agreed upon to never broach the subject of the bedroom, however.
  • The only girl who knows about the club is 18, who joined without them even knowing it. (Sound familiar?) With her strength and being married to a human just like the other three, she actually opens up discussion even more. “Okay, how do you guys manage to wash dishes without breaking them?” “Wash dishes? What?” “…You guys are hopeless.”
  • “So Gohan, how did you manage swinging Videl around without accidentally throwing her into the air on your first try?” “Well dad, you gotta-” “This conversation is ridiculous!” “Okay Vegeta, how do you swing around Bulma without her getting hurt?” “…”
  • Once they accidentally stumbled upon the Saiyan Wives’ Club with 18. 18 just stood by and tried not to smirk as the wives tried to explain that they were shopping for a fishing trip. The husbands were just confused.
Monkey Bars

Monkey Bars

Prompt: One shot AU- Riley and Lucas are single parents and they meet each other at a playground with their kids. They decide to go on dates + “I’m falling for you and I hope you’re falling for me.”

Word Count: 2,801

For: @josiebearx Thank you for waiting. I hope you’re pleased. :)

“Riles, you two got divorced two years ago. I think it’s time to move on.”

Her blonde best friend was right, but the wounds of her divorce from Charlie Garner were still fairly tender. In high school Riley was swept of her feet when Charlie asked her to homecoming by being a cliche romantic. He filled her locker petals, made balloons fall from the ceiling, and even got her classmate Yogi to rollerskate to hand her bouquet of flowers. After the dance they began dating through the rest of high school and two year of college before he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him. Everything felt perfect to Riley. They welcomed a beautiful baby boy, Sebastian Ryder. Riley’s fairytale soon came to halt when she found Charlie and some red haired woman in their bed. 6 years of marriage down the drain.

“Hon, are you still there? Listen, I know you feel like you can’t trust another man after what happened, but you can’t give up on love, Maya said sincerely through the phone.

“I know, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back in the dating world,” Riley confessed.

“You don’t have to right now. Just get out of the house and take a peek at the other fish in the sea. And I have the perfect idea on how you can: take Sebastian to the playground,” Maya suggested.

Sebastian.

The best thing that came out of her marriage with Charlie. Riley was allowed to gain full custody of him because Charlie’s new girlfriend didn’t want kids. Sebastian was currently the only boy that could make her smile and filled her heart with so much love.

Riley looked over to her 5 year old son who was currently playing Jurassic World with his dinosaurs in the living room.

“I guess that’s not a bad idea. Sebastian could use some fresh air,” Riley agreed with her friend.

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anonymous asked:

Hallowen Meme 2 matching costumes, please i am begging you!!!!!!

“I feel like a complete idiot,” Derek complains to the mirror in their bedroom, staring at his ridiculous outfit.

“I bet you look great!” Stiles yells back from the bathroom, “Besides you’re the one that said no shirtlessness this year.”

“Skin paint does not a dinosaur make!”

“You looked very fetching with a raptor head on! I could hardly tell the difference between regular you and the dinosaur face—”

“Did you just never want to get laid again?”

Stiles saunters out of the bathroom, pauses as he looks Derek up and down,. Derek himself freezes in place, hands falling from where he’s messing with his helmet as he gives Stiles a once over. 

Shit. He looks… Jesus. Hot. Tight jeans, yellow plaid shirt, Stetson, cowboy boots—

“Holy crap,” Stiles blurts out, “How do you make a damn Buzz Lightyear costume look so sexy?”

Derek rolls his eyes as Stiles struts into the room, wiggling his damn eyebrows.

He saunters right into Derek’s space, cocks his hat, “Howdy, partner. You know, I was wondering if you could help me, there’s a snake in my pants and—”

Derek groans, snaps down the visor on his helmet so that there’s a thin layer of plastic between them. 

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Dean-O the Dinosaur

Summary: Anonymous request:  what about a fic called Dean-O The Dinosaur where the reader is super drunk and wont stop calling dean dean-o the dinosaur and giggling

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Drinking

Content: Ridiculousness 

Word Count: 197

Originally posted by wendigod


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Fireball (Pietro Maximoff/Reader) Chapter 1

(gif not mine

Story taken from my account on Ao3)

 When you had finally been rescued from a top secret HYDRA facility you couldn’t have been happier. That was until the Avengers (Yes the extremely attractive group of Superheros that saved the world not once- but twice!) recruited you. Why you may ask? The answer was simple: HYDRA had (illegally) experimented on you. Two years with them and you were left genetically enhanced with the ability to control fire and emit flames from your entire body at will….. And you now sported bright orange hair. It wasn’t ginger it was pure orange. Hideously orange. Traffic cone orange. And no amount of dyes or bleach would make it go away. You had tried for months. However, by now you had grown used to- and actually rather fond of- your new hue, but that didn’t stop your fellow Avenger from mentioning it every chance he got. 

 "Good morning… Fireball.“ 

  A heavy sigh left your lips as you looked up at the Sokovian speedster from your seat at the table. ”‘Morning, Dumbass,“ was your only reply, as you were still half-asleep. In your defense it was only 8:30 in the morning; Snarky replies only came to you after 10am and at least two cups of coffee. Pietro gave you a smirk and took the seat opposite you. The kitchen was surprisingly empty for the time of morning.

  "What is wrong, Agent Orange? Not a morning person?” He teased, taking your coffee cup from you before you even had time to blink. Pouting, you made grabby-hands in his direction. Pietro pretended he didn’t notice and took a deep swig of your drink. He made an over-exaggerated sigh of contentment. “This is exactly what I needed. Thank you, (Y/N).” He put the now empty cup back down in front of you. A glare was thrown his direction from you. 

  “You know, Speedy, I don’t know how things work in Sokovania-” you purposely misprounounced the name of his home country just to mess with him- “but here in the land of hot dogs and freedom, it’s not polite to steal what doesn’t belong to you.” A light punch to the arm was aimed at Pietro, but he was already across the room before the blow was landed. He laughed as your upper half bumped the table. You gave him the finger. He laughed harder. 

  This is how things always were with the two of you; Pietro gave you some sort of slightly insulting nickname, you gave one back. He teased you, you teased him back. He pranked you, you pranked him back. To someone who didn’t know you well it would seem you two loathed each other, but that wasn’t the case at all. Quite the opposite actually… And it was painfully obvious to those who did know you- in this case the rest of the Avengers. Especially Wanda and Natasha. They both wished you two would just kiss and get things over with already.

  “You know you love me, (Y/N). Even if I may 'annoy’ you at times. You know you’d grow bored with only the living dinosaur to keep you company,” Pietro said after a few moments of going over what you said. He had a point. Pietro was your closest friend in the Tower, if he wasn’t with Wanda he was usually with you. It had been that way since almost the first day you could officially call yourself an Avenger.

  You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator and into the main living area of the Avengers Tower. Today was the day you were being introduced to the team. Natasha had been the one Fury sent to recruit you, and you already felt surprisingly comfortable around the formidable Black Widow- but a room full of Earth’s Mightest Heros was a whole different story. What if you said something stupid? What if they recruited you by mistake?? What if you couldn’t turn into a walking bonfire under all the pressure?! “Calm the fuck down, (Y/N)! You wouldn’t be here if they didn’t think you were supposed to be. And you’ve never had a problem with your power before, there’s no reason you’d have one now!” You reasoned with yourself. You were being stupid, you knew it. But could you blame yourself? Almost anyone would be nervous if they were in your shoes! 

  “(Y/N)?” Natasha’s voice broke you from your thoughts. You met her gaze and was welcomed with a soft smile- or smirk- yeah, it was more of smirk. Behind her stood the Avengers. You were going to shit yourself. Wide eyed, you timidly waved to the not at all intimidating group of people in front of you. Tony looked like he was about to say something, but was beat to the punch when a blur of blue and silver crossed the room and stopped in front of you. A very, very, very attractive silver and blue blur. 

  “Hello, frumoasa,” the man in front of you said with a cocky smile tugging on the edge of his lips. He took your hand in his own and gently brushed his lips over your knuckles, making eye contact with you the whole time. A soft 'squeak’ left your lips and you were sure your face was redder than a cherry. 

  “H-hi.” Smooth, (Y/N)! Real fucking smooth! 

  You and Pietro had been hit it off from the start. It drove his sister crazy. Not that you two were friends, no she was glad her brother was socializing- and she quite liked you. It was fact that you and Pietro both had feelings for each other, and knew that it was mutual attraction, but never did anything about it. Neither of you acted on these feelings more than lingering touches or too-close-to-be-platonic-hugs. And maybe/also/sorta a drunk-ish kiss could be added to that list. (It happened one time, okay?!) You didn’t think much of the lack of chick-flick-gold and just figured the both of you enjoyed the relationship you already had. Why change something that worked so well? 

 "You kids ready?“ The Star Spangled Man with a Plan walked into the room and looked between Pietro and yourself. Groaning, you remembered you guys had agreed to train with Steve today.

  "Bring it on, Grandpa!” Pietro laughed before he sped off towards the training room. With a shake of his head and a light chuckle Steve turned to follow the speedster, you followed right behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

  Sweaty and exhausted, you lay next to Pietro the both of you panting like dogs. “Re… Remind me… To never.. Ever… Train with Steve … Again,” you said between pants. Pietro turned his head to look at you, shaking his head in obvious agreement. The two of you had just had your asses handed to you by the super soldier. ‘He should be in a retirement home right now playing bingo and complaining about today’s youth. But no, he had to defy logic and somehow make it to 2015 without aging more than a few years. Dermatologists must hate him,” you giggled to yourself.

 "… You know, Cheeto, I wouldn’t mind this so much if we were incapacitated under different circumstances,“ Pietro gave you a cheeky grin and a wink to punctuate his sentence. 

  You managed a weak slap to his side. Despite the smile that statement brought to your face you retorted, "Shut the actual fuck up, Guy Ferrari

 "Oh, you did not just go there..

His goodmorning text to you

Taylor: Goodmorning weirdo. No, don’t get mad. Weirdo is a good thing, because you’re my weirdo. Anyways, have a good day weirdo. Love you<3

Nash: Are you awake, gorgeous? Answer soon or I’ll have to come over and tickle you(; Jk, love you babe.

Cameron: I hope I didn’t interrupt your beauty sleep, babe. But goooodmooorrnniiinnngggg <3 

Matt: rawr<3 Or in other words, ‘rawr’ means goodmorning from me. Love you babyyy. Love, your dinosaur(:

Jack J: Just woke up and thought about you, sunshine. I wish I could be with you right now to wake you up with kisses and cuddles. Love, Jack <3

Jack G: I’m coming over with McDonalds and a movie in a bit so you better get up(; See you in a bit, babe.

Carter: Just a goodmorning text from your asian boyfriend telling you how much he loves you. Soooo…. goodmorning babe. Love you :)

Hayes: hey princess, it’s me. I just wanted to tell you I miss you and I hope your day is as amazing as you. (:

Shawn: um I’m not very good with cute text messages, but goodmorning cutie. <3 ily.

Aaron: well, I wish your beautiful face would be the first thing I see this morning, but it isn’t): I miss you, love. Have a perfect day.<3

Sammy: Goodmorning beautiful. I miss you. Your face. Your smile. Your body. You. I wish I could wake up to see you right now. Love you<3(;

Dillon: haha hey cutie. wakeeee up and come over to my house so we can chill. (:

codaking  asked:

I was wondering what your opinion of the crossbreed biology is; would you consider them to be cognates to mules and ligers, or more like dog-breeds with labradoodles and pugles coming to mind? I think I remember you saying you usually brush over the egg groups from a biological angle, but in some ways since all those pokemon can successfully interbreed over generations it could almost be considered that one egg group is equal to one species... Which brings up more questions than answers maybe...

Yeah I do tend to brush over them and just treat them as a game mechanic, cause they just break so many biological rules. Like egg groups do tend to group many pokemon within the same phyla at least, but you can still get invertebrate/vertebrate crosses etc. (like you can breed a jellyfish (tentacruel) with an avian dinosaur, (archaeops), that’s ridiculous).

Either pokemon genetics are extremely homogeneous, with effectively 14 ‘species’ or taxonomic groups in which sub taxa can successfully interbreed (but what about mon’s in multiple egg groups?), or pokemon have completely alien genetics to real world ones (more likely if egg groups are to be taken seriously biologically) 

If the latter is the case, female genes, or the female chromosome equivalent appears to dominate phenotypically, despite this fusion crossbreed meme going around, with the male genes being more of a supplement, perhaps only necessary for more subtle, internal phenotypes (they contribute to stats, also egg moves) but does not effect the species of the progeny on the whole. So could pokemon speciation be down to female lines, with males contributing so little genetically  that this widespread crossbreeding of somewhat closely related species is possible without deleterious repercussions, suggesting a partially parthenogenesis dominated method of reproduction? 

Also, inbreeding depressions don’t appear to be a thing, like when I’m breeding pokemon I just keep replacing parents with their sons/daughters until I get the stats that I want (homogenising the genes?) However, pokemon prefer to mate with pokemon from different countries (different languages) suggesting that outbreeding (opposite to inbreeding, i.e. mating with those that are very little related to you) is beneficial and ugh I dunno man, I dunno.

Haha though getting to your initial question though, whether I think the current crossbreed meme is like dog crossbreeds or interspecies crossbreeds… well, species isn’t really a tangible concept, more of a human construct for convenient classification, here isn’t really anything that universally defines a species. Like the classical approach is that a species can interbreed to produce viable young, but there are many cases in which two different ‘species’ can produce viable hybrids, like some ligers and tigons etc. actually are fertile and can produce young, even though we would definitely classify lions and tigers as different species. Also, a great dane and a chihuahua are technically both the same subspecies, Canis lupus familiaris, but they physically cannot breed, so therefore should they be a different species now? The whole thing is screwy lol, I don’t know what to think :P

Snapshot 10: The Separation of Spouses pt. 4

A/N: SURPRISE. lol. Betcha didn’t see this coming.

Day 100.

You CHEATED!

Arizona raises her eyebrows at the accusation. She’d forgotten what a baby Callie was when it came to things like this.

Sofia, She flicks her gaze briefly to her daughter who’s already on the verge of laughter. Do you think Mommy is being a sore loser?

The little girl giggles before nodding easily. Callie makes a loud scoff like she’s been betrayed.

I hate this game anyway. The brunette mumbles, crossing her arms. All luck. No skill.

Arizona smiles, rolling her eyes. They’re all gathered around the coffee table, playing monopoly. Well, playing monopoly until Callie got bankrupted by Arizona’s Boardwalk. Now, the blonde couldn’t help having flashbacks of the year during their marriage when they’d tried to instate family game nights; it was then that she’d learned about Callie’s fiercely competitive nature regarding generally anything that came in board form.

Aw, come here. She cooed at the other woman, stretching out her arms, much like she’d done time and time before (when they were married, of course) You want a hug?

Get away from me.

Come on Sofia. I think Mommy wants a hug.

I swear Arizon—

The words don’t get out by the time the blonde has basically lunged at the other woman and wrapped her up in tight embrace. Callie falls back onto the carpet, yelling like she’s being attacked.

Get off!

Stop being a baby!

Arizona starts laughing when Callie’s screams turn into dramatic yelps. She quickly swings a leg over the brunette, effectively pinning her. Sofia, not wanting to be left out jumps on top of both of them, laughing unaware of the awkward position her mothers are now in. Arizona realizes too late that her pelvis is smashed into Callie’s, and the only thing really separating their torsos is the brunette’s uncomfortably bent arm.

Uh oops.                                        

What? Callie grunts, trying one last time to wiggle from under her ex before finally sighing in resignation.

I’m… Arizona feels odd talking so closely to Callie’s face as Sofia basically bounces on her back. This got a little weird.

Callie smirks awkwardly. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been on top of me.

A grimace takes over Arizona’s expression. Dirty jokes, really?

Oh, I’m sorry? Are you the only one who can play dirty? Callie tries to tilt her head in a suspicious manner, but in her restrained position, it looks more like an uncomfortable twitch. I know you were stealing money from the bank.

Arizona leans in just a bit, grunting only slightly as Sofia wiggles on her back. I have no idea what you’re talking about, you big baby. She clicks her tongue

Yeah right… Callie purses her lips and Arizona looks down at them amused for a moment. The brunette was wearing dark lipstick today, she notices. Very pretty.

Sofia jumps again, and Callie makes a face of discomfort at the sudden pressure. But Arizona doesn’t seem to notice that much anymore because she just stays peering at her ex. A weird look on her face. The brunette furrows her brow slightly. Are you planning to let me up any time soon because mi culo is starting to chafe?

Arizona immediately looks embarrassed, realizing how long she’d been basically straddling her ex. She tries to pull away but is once again reminded of the warm weight resting atop her back.

Sof. Baby. I think Mommy got the hug she wanted. Let’s let her go, okay.

Ookay the girl giggles, bouncing once more against her mother’s back before getting off. Arizona shoots up to her feet, shining a wobbly smile at her daughter.

You wanna play Candy land? Let’s play Candy land.

-

Later on, after Sofia has nodded off into a restful nap, the two women find themselves sitting on the living room couch together, flipping through television stations.

Ooh Jurasstic Park is on. Wanna watch that? Callie throws over to Arizona without ever taking her eyes off the screen. The blonde makes a casual eh’ sound, shrugging her shoulders.

I never really cared for it.

Callie snorts, flicking her eyes over to her ex for a moment. You’re joking right?

No. Why?

Suddenly, Callie’s flipping stops, and Arizona feels the sofa cushion beside her dip a little more. She turns to see her ex leaning toward her and staring with intense eyes.

What, Callie?

What do you mean ‘what’? You don’t like Jurassic Park? Who are you?

Arizona Robbins.
Callie rolls her eyes at the quip. I married you. How did you never tell me this?

Arizona scoffs. I’m sorry, Calliope. Maybe next time I’ll wear a disclaimer.

Callie reaches over to put her hands on both of Arizona’s shoulders. Are you telling me (she gives the other woman a very grave look) that you’ve seen all of Jurassic Park, and you genuinely don’t like it.

Arizona bites the inside of her cheek. I’ve seen approximately (she pauses for a second in thought) 24 minutes maybe.

You’ve only seen 24 minutes, and you’ve made the assumption that you don’t like it!?!

The other woman shrugs.

Alright, fine. Callie sighs lifting her hands from the blonde’s shoulders and returning to her original position on the couch. Arizona breathes, quietly relieved (the contact was irritatingly warm). It seems your noncommittal nature has cheated you out of a good movie.

Oookay… Arizona sends the brunette an eyeroll.

I guess we’ll just have to watch it tonight and right that wrong. Callie declares, setting down the remote and crossing her arms.

Arizona makes a face. Do we? She sighs. Do we really?… Because I’d rather do anything else.

Callie bites her lip for a second, thinking. Okay, we’ll make it interesting then. If you watch the entire thing, and it turns out to be good, you give me something. And if it turns out bad, I give you something.

Don’t we already have a bet going?

I’m sure the Betting Gods will forgive us for doubling up. Callie retorts.

Haha… Arizona shoots a look at her ex before pursing her lips in consideration. Okay, fine.  She finally says, turning toward Callie while bringing her leg to rest up on the couch. If you win, what do you want?

The bed. The answer some instantly. One night. The bed. And you sleep on the couch.

Arizona bites the inside of her cheek for a moment before nodding tentatively. The pullout mattress wasn’t that comfortable. It was springy. And itchy.  And it also had the faint odor of pennies. Old dirty pennies.

Fine. The blonde sighs, reaching for Callie’s hand to grasp it in a loose shake. Oddly, she finds this contact to be irritatingly warm too, but before she can pull away Callie is grasping her hand back. Arizona clears her throat, resettling her eyes on her ex’s. But if I win, she starts. I want you to cook breakfast tomorrow. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, the whole shebang.

Hm, that’s fair. Callie quickly agrees, letting go of Arizona’s hand after a firm squeeze.

-

So…?

Arizona turns to see wide, excited eyes peering at her. Eh she shrugs.

Suddenly the wide, excited eyes narrow in confusion. What does ‘eh’ mean?

It means ‘eh’.

Did you like the movie or not?

The blond hums in thought for a moment, watching as Callie’s expression goes from anxious to impatient to irritated. She smiles. It was okay. Would I ever watch it again? Probably not.

Callie’s face falls, and suddenly, Arizona wishes she would have said she loved it, even if that meant having to spend the night face down in a penny-scented mattress.

How could you not like it?

I’m just not that interested in dinosaurs…

Callie places her hands over her face in disappointment, and Arizona coos, reaching over instinctively to pull gently at the other woman’s wrists. She smiles when the brunette releases a quiet groan.

Poor baby… Arizona placates. She watches Callie do the adult version of pouting and feels something happy flutter in her stomach.

Shut up.

Don’t get grumpy.

How do you not like it? It’s a classic.

Coming from the woman who doesn’t like The Breakfast Club!

Callie blows out a heavy breath. Jurassic Park and The Breakfast Club are nothing alike. One is visionary genius, and the other one is overrated.

Whatever. The blonde rolls her eyes, humored and irritated at the same time. All that matters now is one thing anyway.

And what is that?

Arizona smiles mischievously, leaning in toward her ex before whispering softly. That you know I like my eggs scrambled with cheese.

Don’t insult me. The brunette mutters. I know how you like your eggs.

-                                  

It’s late in the night. So late it’s almost morning, but Arizona can’t seem to find sleep. She rolls over to lie on her left side. Then her right. Then onto her stomach. All the while trying not to stir a sleeping Sofia beside her. She realizes after an hour of tossing and turning that her mind is just not in the mood to rest. It keeps going over the day, and then the week, and then the past few months. She tries to focus her attention on normal things. Upcoming surgeries. Events at Sofia’s school. Hospital drama. But for some reason, her mind keeps settling on Callie and all the conversations they’ve had of late. That time the brunette had rang her at 3 o’clock in the morning to discuss her orgasm deficit.

She smiles at the ceiling, breathing out a long stream of air. She’s ridiculous Arizona thinks fondly before rolling her eyes at herself. God, she mumbles absently. Closing her eyes for a moment. Just let me sleep.

But she can’t. All she can seem to do is remember. Callie on the couch with Sofia. Callie eating breakfast. Callie licking syrup off her finger. Callie singing along to the radio. Callie getting the words wrong. Callie beneath her, pouting. Callie’s lips. Callie’s eyes.

Arizona feels a familiar ache well up in her stomach and in her chest. She throws an arm over her eyes.

Oh goodness she whispers.

-

Day 101.

So when are you gonna tell Maggie?

Tell Maggie what?

Callie narrows her eyes a bit at the other woman’s avoidance. The surgeons’ lounge is pretty empty for it to be the afternoon, so the two had found each other’s company comfortably quiet. Callie had decided to stop by and chat after spending the morning with Arizona. She needed a breather. Not that the blonde was suffocating in anyway. It just was starting to feel weirdly familiar. Eating break fast together. Talking casually. Smiling at each other over the table. Last night, she’d forgotten to call Penny. It had just sort of slipped her mind until the next morning. She’d tried to call the redhead as soon as she remembered to, apology heavy in her throat. Penny had forgiven her easily; she’d waved it off with a ‘it’s okay. I understand’, but Callie was unable to ignore the tinge of uncertainty in the other woman’s voice. She’d felt a tiny bit of guilt grow in the pit of her stomach. She had come to Grey Sloan to take her mind off that. It wasn’t a big deal, but she was hoping for a pick me-up in the form of hospital gossip. But to her misfortune though, the only one that seemed to be free was Meredith who stood, her back turned to Callie, as she pretended to be deeply invested in making a cup of coffee.

You need to tell her you’re dating Riggs.

We’re not dating.

Callie purses her lips at the technicality. Well then, you need to tell her you’re screwing Riggs.

Meredith stiffens for a moment before continuing in her ministrations. Why do I need to tell her? She has a crush. It’ll go away…Besides, Riggs and I aren’t serious.

Serious or not…Keeping a secret like that from her when you know she likes him is kind of wrong.

Meredith scoffs a little, but doesn’t pose a counter-argument, instead choosing to change the subject completely. So how are things going with you and Arizona?

Callie rolls her eyes at the obvious diversion but goes along with it anyway. Things are fine. Nice….we have a lot of fun together. She smiles, but then immediately feels guilty as the thought of Penny all the way in New York alone comes to mind.

I’m glad you two are having so much fun. Meredith comments before adding nonchalantly. You seem closer than ever.

Callie scrunches up her nose a bit. What are you trying to say…?

Nothing. Just that you two are close .Meredith furrows her brow at her friend’s sudden defensiveness.

Is it weird that Arizona and I like to spend time together? Callie scoffs indignantly.

Um, not intrinsically no… Meredith mutters awkwardly as her cup finally begins filling with coffee. I mean, you do have a girlfriend, so I guess that’s a little…odd.

How? I’m not allowed to have a girlfriend and be friends with my ex?

No, but…okay if Derek were alive and we were together, I wouldn’t talk to Riggs on the phone everyday…or have sleepovers at his house. It’s none of my business though so—

Callie waves the other woman off. Arizona and I are friends. We’re allowed to be friends, and we share a child. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal that I sleep on her couch when I come to visit.

Alright then. I guess that’s settled. Meredith finally turns around to face the other woman, coffee in hand. She can see that Callie is obviously having some sort of internal battle with herself, but she assumes the woman will talk to her about it when the time comes. So for now, she lets it go. Suddenly the door swings open and Alex comes trudging in looking more perturbed than usual. His gaze immediately falls on Callie, who’s sitting leg crossed on the couch. He grunts a little bit before sitting heavily beside her.

Had a rough day, Karev? Callie inquires to which the man irritatedly mutters.

Didn’t you get fired or something? Why are you here?

I quit. And I’m visiting.

This is the Surgeon’s Lounge. No squatters allowed.

Callie rolls her eyes, glancing up at Meredith who shrugs her shoulders. He just got off of a 6-hour surgery. She excuses. And technically, you’re not supposed to be in here. She adds the last part on casually, and Alex snorts amused.

Oh, by the way, Meredith turns her head toward the worn-looking man.  Jo is looking for you.

His eyes immediately fly open, and he sits up a little straighter. Why?

I don’t know.

You didn’t ask?

…Should I have?

Alex crosses his arms and tightens his jaw a bit. Well, she can keep looking for all I care.

Meredith rolls her eyes. Sure. But if you want to find her, the last time I saw her she was going for a nap in the on-call room by the cafeteria.

Alex shrugs like he doesn’t care. And both women, after realizing he was planning on keeping up the indifferent act, decide to carry on casual conversation. After a couple of minutes, Alex finally makes a loud grunt before muttering Can’t rest with all this freaking talking.

He gets up from his seat, glaring at both women before walking out of the room. Callie and Meredith only get a second to share knowing looks before the door opens again. This time it’s Bailey. Her gaze immediately falls on Callie, but unlike Karev’s, it quickly slides up to Meredith and settles.

Why is Torres in the Surgeon’s Lounge?

She’s a surgeon. Meredith answers innocently.

Hmph. Bailey purses her lips, finally resting her gaze on the tall brunette. Last time I checked Torres ditched this hospital and a more than generous paycheck to go chase a resident across the country, so excuse me if I’m a bit confused as to why she’s enjoying our employees-only sofa.

Callie smiles fondly for a second. She’d missed the other woman dearly. Even her scolding. Aw Bailey, I missed you too.

Bailey makes a face when the other woman rises from the couch and stretches out her arms for a hug.

Oh no, no, there will be no kumbaya-ing in here, Torres. You can go wait out in the lobby with the other non-employees.

Callie frowns. Really?

Bailey hmphs again, a tiny smile playing on her lips. Really. Goodbye.

Callie looks to Meredith who gives her a helpless sort of smile.

We can talk tonight. All the girls are meeting up at my house. You should come…And bring Arizona if you want. She adds on the last part kindly.

-

When Callie makes it back home, she finds Arizona and Sofia sitting on the couch, watching TV together. Sofia is excitedly explaining the Disney Channel show playing on the screen, and Arizona listening amusedly, a goofy smile stretching across her face as she watches her daughter gesticulate wildly. When Callie shuts the door behind her though, Arizona reroutes that goofy smile to the brunette, cooling it into pleasant surprise.

You’re back! She welcomes from across the room. We missed you.

Callie’s heart throbs at the declaration. I missed you both too.

-

Later that night, they all wind up in Meredith’s living room. Amelia, Maggie, Callie, Arizona, and of course, Meredith. Arizona had easily agreed to come when Callie asked her. The thought that Callie wanted her there made her oddly happy, but she tried to push it down or at least conceal it with indifference. They sat next to each other on the carpet. Callie with one leg propped up and the other outstretched. Arizona sat cross-legged, her arm touching Callie’s. She’d allowed herself the contact when the other woman hadn’t pulled away.

Owen is driving me nuts! Amelia groans. He follows me around. He dotes on me. He tries to monitor what I eat.

Oh, totally understand you, Callie interjects with an empathetic head nod. Arizona and Mark did the same thing when I was pregnant.

Arizona snorts into her wine. Oh yeah…we did do that.

Eh, Derek wasn’t really like that. Meredith comments. I was always the one worried about a miscarriage. He was just happy all the time.

If he tries to make me drink one more green, lumpy whatever-the-hell smoothie, I’m going to divorce him.

Good, then we’ll all be single. Maggie jokes, glancing between both of her sisters. Meredith looks slightly guilty for a second before she gulps down the rest of her drunk.

You know the worst thing about being pregnant? Callie changes the subject quickly.

Your feet hurt. Amelia says, rubbing the soles of her own.

Your back hurts. Meredith says.

Yes, both of those things. And sooo much more.  It’s like your entire body is in constant need of a rub-down

Oh god, Arizona makes a face thinking about it. When you were pregnant, I had to massage your feet every night.

You could have let Mark do it. Callie shrugs.

Arizona turns her head toward the other woman to stare disbelievingly. My hands would have fallen off before I let Mark do it.

Callie snorts, giving the other woman her glass and letting her refill it. You were so possessive. She comments.

I still don’t see how it was possessive not to want a guy rubbing against your girlfriend? I feel like that falls more under the ‘normal response’ category.

It wasn’t a guy. It was Mark.

Mark was the guy-iest of guys. Arizona refills the woman’s glass before returning it to her. Besides, she smiles briefly, you sometimes liked that about me.

Did I?

Mhm.

Callie pauses for a second in thought, and Arizona thinks she can pinpoint the exact moment the memory hits her. Her cheeks darken slightly, and the corners of her mouth curl up just a little. Oh… Brown eyes flick over to blue ones, and they both share a sort of knowing look.

Ahem Meredith clears her throat, reminding the women that other people are in the room. They look away from each other and to the array on confused faces.

Sorry, what were we talking about? Arizona breathes awkwardly.

Day 102.

Callie and Arizona decide to take Sofia, Zola, Bailey and Ellis to the park. Well, at first they had decided to take Sofia to the park and then, Sofia wanted Zola to come (and Meredith okay’ed it) and then Bailey had pouted and so the two mothers couldn’t very well leave him or his baby sister, so they’d simply offered to take all of the children.

When they arrive, the three older kids run off as soon as the car door unlocks while baby Ellis reaches her little arms up wanting to be lifted. Callie does the honors, holding the chubby cutie to her chest.

Aww she coos, nuzzling Ellis’s soft cheek with her nose. Arizona watches on, amused.

We could take her, you know. The blonde teases.

What?

We could take all four and just skip town. No one would ever know.

Arizona pops her dimples and wiggles her eyebrows.

Callie laughs in return. Don’t play with me. I’m actually contemplating it. Look at them. She gestures toward their lot of kids, throwing sand at each other. Beautiful. She sighs.

Arizona watches the other woman, an old guilt welling in her chest. She tries to fight away the quiet thought of their old house filled to the brim with tiny Callie look-a-likes, (and maybe one or two that look like her.) She shakes her head. She was getting away with herself.

-

It’s later that day, and the kids are all tuckered out and sleeping in Arizona’s room. Callie is playing Spanish music aloud from her phone and making lunch. Arizona watches her on and off from the living room, every now and then glancing up from her medical journal to see the other woman swaying her hips and singing. She feels her heart throb with affection.

anonymous asked:

Hank what was the biggest dinosaur? Was it the apatosaurus one you mentioned? Is the biggest dinosaur the biggest animal/organism/whatever?

Well the biggest animal that has ever existed on earth is the blue whale, which still exists today. If you were somehow transported into the aorta of a blue whale, you could swim around in it…for a little while, until you got tired and then you would be washed down the aorta and in the second or third branch, your body would get stuck, which would have roughly the same affect as a massive blood clot and would kill the whale. 

What I’m trying to say is, while you /could/ swim around inside of the circulatory system of a blue whale, don’t.

I just realized I didn’t answer your question. The largest dinosaur was a titanosaur, but we’re not sure which one because we only have fragmentary fossils of several species. Apatosauruses weren’t titanosaurs, but they were closely related. The largest titanosaurs probably peaked at around 100 tons. An adult blue whale can weigh over 200 tons.

Waking up in the middle of a dream is the worst because like if you’re interrupted during a movie or book you can always go back later but if you get up half way through your REM cycle that’s it. There’s no do-overs. Why was Ellen riding a dinosaur in your backyard while smoking a cigar? You don’t know. No one knows. You’re just gonna have to be haunted with not knowing for the rest of your life. Fuck man.

so my compy got taken into a repair shop to get looked at. they couldn’t even get it to finish booting up and called me about my options. they tell me a diagnostic test would cost forty bucks if they could get it to turn on, and repairs may cost over a hundred depending on what they find. i laugh and tell them if it’s over a hundred i may as well just keep investing in a new one. i can just hear the technician over the phone take a look at my old comp and nod and laugh, saying, “that’s probably smart, please replace this dinosaur.”