one of our dinosaurs is missing

{Reaction} Opening the door to EXO in a onesie.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Chanyeol’s doom face would light up as soon as you opened the door. It had been a long day, but seeing you dressed in a cute penguin onesie was enough for a massive toothy grin to spread from ear to ear.

Chanyeol: “Aish Jagi, You’re so cute!”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by qrishan

Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow as the door opened, pretending like he was unimpressed by you wearing an adorable onesie. On the outside, he was somewhat dismissive, but on the inside he was bursting with happiness, loving how cute you really look.

Kyungsoo: “Why are you like this?” *Grinning as he kisses your cheek.*

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun grinned as you opened the door, his heart swelling in affection as his eyes looked over you wearing an adorable animal onesie. He pulled you into a hug, not caring that he was still sttof on the doorstep and giggled lightly.

Baekhyun: “You’re so beautiful! I love you~”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sefuns

Sehun rolled his eyes as you opened the door, but didn’t stop the smile from coming onto his face as he looked at you. He didn’t care if he was showing you his affection, the sight of you looking so cute was irresistible. He chuckled to cover his embarrassment as he began to think about how much he really loved you.

Sehun: *Pulls you into a one armed hug.* “Aish… What would I do without you, eh?”  

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by dorkyixing

Yixing bit his lip as you opened up the door. You looked cute, sure. But all Yixing could think about after his long day was how little you were wearing underneath it.

{y/n}: “I bought it today, do you like it?”

Yixing: “It’s gorgeous, Jagi. But right now I’d rather it was on the bedroom floor.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by exoxoolf

Jongdae grinned as he saw you wearing the onesie when you opened the door to him. He shook his head and laughed.

Jongdae: “Lets cuddle in our onesies, Jagi. Let me get my dinosaur one.”

{y/n}: “Don’t you mean… your Chenosaur one?”

Jongdae: “Literally shut up, I was trying to be cute, don’t ruin the moment.” *Teasing.*

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by woominiexiu

Minseok looked at you up and down in the onesie, laughing a little with a mixture of thoughts. You were cute, and sweet all at the same time, and the giggle coming from his lips was unstoppable. He pulled you into a hug, smiling as your smell washed over him with the heat of your body pulled against his.

Minseok: “I missed you Jagi. Come on, let’s go inside.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by shinylightblue

As soon as you opened the door, Tao noticed you were wearing a Panda onesie and instantly went into fanboy mode. He grinned, pulling you into his arms and lifting you up off the ground before carrying you inside.

Tao: “You’re not allowed to do anything until I get hugs!”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Since Suho is savage, when you opened up the door wearing a cute bear onesie, he was basically making puns for the rest of the evening.

{y/n}: “Stop making bear puns, Suho. or I’ll change.”

Suho: “Sounds like you can barely handle me right now.”

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan grinned as he saw you, a light blush crossing his cheeks as he thought about how beautiful you looked without makeup on, sleepy and smiling. It was obvious you’d been waiting up for him to come home from work. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into his arms and lead you to the bedroom where he would be able to cuddle with you for the rest of the night in the comfort of your onesie and his arms.

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by jngn-km

Jongin smiled as you opened up the door and he come inside. He commented on how cute you looked in your unicorn onesie and pulled you into his arms. He held you, swaying in the middle of the kitchen as he looked down on you.

Kai: “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

Kris smirked as you opened up the door in a bunny onesie. Even though you looked cute, he couldn’t help but have lewd thoughts as he looked at your body from head to toe.

Kris: “Baobei, you look cute, but you’d look better in some lingerie right about now.”

Chapter Seventy

A/N: Here you guys go, as ever I hope you enioy it and any comments are always hugely appreciated 💖

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Harry chuckled and squirmed under the cover at the sound of Emmy’s voice, hiding himself from her excitement.

“Happy birthday dear Harry-” She wacked him, trying to get his attention. “Happy birthday to youuuuuu…” She dragged out the last note, then pouted. “Harry, it’s not every day I sing to you, you could at least appreciate it!”

“I do, I do,” he said, emerging and grinning. “Just promise me you’re not going to sing again today, alright?”
“Ugh, is this to do with that weird problem you have with getting old?” she said, rolling her eyes. 
“You’re 21, you’re fine,” he said. “Me? I’m 32. Thirty-two! I mean, I better start preparing for my mid-life crisis.”

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The Good Dinosaur - sentence starters

1. “We ain’t got time for babysitting.” 

2. “That creature protected you. Why?” 

3. “I name ‘im, I keep ‘im.” 

4. “I miss my family.” 

5. “I’m never getting home.” 

6. “Well, ain’t you just the cutest thing.” 

7. “Boundaries. This is my personal bubble.” 

8. “You got no business being out here.” 

9. “I’m done being scared.” 

10. “You’ll be all right. You’re one tough kid.” 

11. “I knew you had it in you.” 

12. “The river’s not something to mess around with. Be careful.” 

13. “Now, this should keep those rotten critters from eating our food.” 

14. “You’ve got to earn your mark, by doing something big.” 

15. “You’re such a coward.” 

16. “I ain’t a coward! I’m gonna make my mark.” 

17. “Sometimes you have to get through your fear, to see the beauty on the other side.” 

18. “You. You’ve got some nerve coming here.” 

19. “Okay, you’re free.” 

20. “You gotta get over your fear, or you won’t survive out here.” 

21. “As long as you can find the river, you can find your way home.” 

22. “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to get through your fear.” 

23. “If we don’t get this harvest in before the first snow, we won’t have enough food for winter.” 

24. “It’s all your fault! My ____ would still be alive if it weren’t for you!”

25. “I knew it! I’m going to die out here because of you!” 

26. “We thought you were going to die, but then you didn’t.” 

27. “That’s right, you better run!”  

Work For It (Steve x Bucky x Reader- SFW)

Originally posted by pandasubaru

Prompt: I’m a request snob, but okay like what about reader being new to the tower and Bucky and Steve find her cute. Bucky calls dibs but Steve refuses to let him win that easy without some sort of competition so they battle it out by trying to be the better flirts and see who can win her over first & maybe reader just finds them both too cute and doesn’t choose between the two because she’s enjoying their attention too much

A/N: This is the PG rated (sort of) introduction. Part 2 will be pure fucking smut. I’m warning you now because my god, you will need to prepare your underwear and ensure ultimate hydration. Thank you to my darling favourite @wiener-soldier-seb for the adorable prompt! 

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I’m not a religious person but

God sent an angel. One of his least qualified, though. Fluent only in
Lemme get back to you. The angel sounded like me, early twenties,
unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super
vague emails. It got so bad God personally had to speak to me.
This was annoying because I’m not a religious person. I thought
I’d made this clear to God by reading Harry Potter & not attending
church except for gay weddings. God did not listen to me. God is
not a good listener. I said Stop it please, I’ll give you wedding cake,
money, candy, marijuana. Go talk to married people, politicians,
children, reality TV stars. I’ll even set up a booth for you,
then everyone who wants to talk to you can do so
without the stuffy house of worship, the stuffier middlemen,
& the football blimps that accidentally intercept prayers
on their way to heaven. I’ll keep the booth decorations simple
but attractive: stickers of angels & cats, because I’m not religious
but didn’t people worship cats? Thing is, God couldn’t take a hint.
My doctor said to eat an apple every day. My best friend said to stop
sleeping with guys with messiah complexes. My mother said she is
pretty sure she had sex with my father so I can’t be some new
Asian Jesus. I tried to enrage God by saying things like When I asked
my mother about you, she was in the middle of making dinner
so she just said Too busy. I tried to confuse God by saying I am
a made-up dinosaur & a real dinosaur & who knows maybe
I love you, but then God ended up relating to me. God said I am
a good dinosaur but also sort of evil & sometimes loving no one.
It rained & we stayed inside. Played a few rounds of backgammon.
We used our indoor voices. It got so quiet I asked God
about the afterlife. Its existence, human continued existence.
He said Oh. That. Then sent his angel again. Who said Ummmmmmm.
I never heard from God or his rookie angel after that. I miss them.
Like creatures I made up or found in a book, then got to know a bit.


Daddy’s Girl

This is going to be a multi-part fic based on two different prompts.

@sissyannegaye asked: “Could it be where reader is the daughter (or son, doesn’t matter) of an original JP character. And reader gets a job at JW (much to their parent’s dismay) and meets Owen in an embarrassing situation. At first, the reader doesn’t like Owen (because he/she thinks Owen thinks ill of him/her because of the way they met) but eventually comes around and they form a relationship.”

Anon asked: “could I request a one-shot where Owen is going to meet the readers parents but he doesn’t know is that they’re Ellie Sattler or/and Alan Grant (the reader changed their name) and there’s like a giant rumour that they’re going to go the park so everyone is kind of freaking out bc of who they are and Owen’s super excited to meet them bc he’s secretly a giant nerd. and when meets them it’s just a giant cute surprise???”

Dad said that the park was dangerous; he said that it’s going to eventually have an accident and that if you worked there, he could lose you. But your dad hasn’t seen this place. It’s huge: an exciting dinosaur filled theme park and they have every dinosaur you could ever imagine. As a child, Dad tried to scare your interest in dinosaurs out of you with near-death stories from his past, but that only made you more interested. You grew up talking about dinosaurs to your friends and as you got older, you studied paleontology and took classes in evolutionary biology, zoology, genetics, geology and petrology. You thought that with your studies in genetics that you would earn a place in the lab, but everyone has to start somewhere.

After orientation, you were stopped in a hallway by a professional looking woman. She wore a white dress and carried a clipboard and you could tell that she was important.

“Ah, you must be Miss Grant.” She smiles at you warmly, but you can tell her mind is somewhere else.

“Um, just Y/f/n,” You correct her. “I don’t want everyone thinking I got the job because of who my dad is.”

“I can respect that.” She responds looking almost impressed. “Well I wanted to welcome you to the park and give you your assignment personally.”

She hands you her clipboard and looks down at you expectantly. “I noticed the emphasis on genetics in your resume, but we really don’t have any openings in the lab right now.  Besides, Mr. Masrani believes that you would enjoy getting your hands dirty.”

“Masrani?” You ask, surprised. “Does everyone get their job placement by him?” You look up at her, knowing the answer.

“Well, no.” She says, but puts on a smile and tries to sound excited. “But it’s not everyday that we get a second generation dinosaur enthusiast.”

You sigh exasperatedly. “Sooo… about that position?” You press her to change the subject. Your dad didn’t even want you to come here in the first place.

“Oh right. Mr. Masrani has put you at one of our paddocks that isn’t currently on show. The assets are in training right now with one of our most capable trainers.”

“Assets?” You ask skeptically. She definitely doesn’t work hands on with any of the dinosaurs with that attitude.

“Yes, the velociraptors.” You suppress a shudder. It’s not that you’re afraid of them, really. It’s just the second she said “Velociraptor,” every story your father ever told you came back into your mind. Their speed and intelligence and ability to communicate. Raptors are pack animals. They don’t follow anyone else’s commands.

“Are you okay Miss Gra- I mean Y/n?” Claire looks at you as if you’re about to pass out and you right yourself quickly. The last thing you want her to think is that you’re afraid of dinosaurs.

“Yes, I’m fine, sorry.”

“Nothing to worry about. I’ve got a map of the park here and your keycard. It will get you into pretty much anywhere with your clearance.” You raise your eyebrow in response to this and she shrugs. “Mr. Masrani thinks very highly of you.” She says it fondly as if she does too and the thought makes you smile.

“Thanks. I really am glad to be here.” You give her a warm smile and look down at the clipboard in your hands. “So this trainer, is she really that good?” You ask and if you hadn’t looked up at that exact moment you might have missed the look of disgust that crossed her face before she could stop herself.  

“He,” She corrects you, “Well, he knows what he’s doing.” The tone of her voice lets you know she really doesn’t want to talk about it anymore and you give her a nod of understanding.

“Ms. Dearing?” You ask, and she focuses her eyes back on you. “I know we don’t really know each other, but I’d love to hear the story behind that look.” You smirk at her and she lets out a soft laugh.

“I will tell you one day.” She gives you one more smile before looking down at her watch. “Oh, I have to get going, I have a meeting. But I hope you don’t have any problems settling in. I wrote my cell number there,” She adds, pointing to the corner of the assignment page she just gave you. “If you need me for anything just give me a call.”

“Thanks, I will.” You say your goodbyes and part ways. You smile down at the paper in your hands. It’s not the lab, but it sure is going to be exciting; however, you think you’ll wait a little while to call dad and tell him. The last thing you need is him reminding you about his terrifying encounters with raptors and scaring you out of a job.

These raptors are nothing like the one’s at Jurassic Park, you tell yourself. Everything is going to be just fine.

Work from Home

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): YouTube - Dan Howell/danisnotonfire

Rating: G

Original Idea: Imagine

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This one was so cute.


I smiled down at my phone, watching my husband’s Snapchat message fade away.

“What are you looking at?” my coworker asked. I looked up and put my phone face-down on my desk, still grinning.

“My husband likes to send me Snapchats of our kids while I’m at work. He and his best friend took them to the zoo today since they’re on school holiday,” I answered, slightly bemused by my own voice in my ears. My old American accent had disappeared, replaced by a London one. My coworker gave me a grin and then went back to doing her own work. I turned back to my computer, glancing down at my phone and my wedding ring before resuming my project.

“Mrs. Howell?” my boss called from the doorway to his office. I stood up.

“Yes, sir?” I replied.

“I need to speak with you. Right away.”

“Of course, sir.”

A feeling of dread formed in the pit of my stomach. Was I going to get in trouble for using my phone during work? No one else had ever gotten in trouble before and out of all of them I actually used my phone the least—just enough to glace at all of the pictures my husband sent. I wove through the desks and into my boss’s office. He was a family man—that was for sure. There were pictures of his wife and children all over the walls and his large wooden desk from all sorts of occasions—from a wedding to a rugby game to a hospital room. I couldn’t help but grin as I looked at them all.

“Please, have a seat,” he offered. I sat down carefully across the desk from him. He must have seen the apprehension on my face because he gave me a gentle smile. “Relax, Mrs. Howell. You’re not in trouble.” The tension across my shoulders and back muscles released.

“So… why am I here?” I asked tentatively.

“Your husband came in the other day,” he informed me. I felt my shoulders tense up again.

Dan! What are you up to? I thought frantically.

“He told me that your son and daughter need their mum and asked if it would be possible for you to work from home,” my boss continued.

“I am so sorry, sir. My husband means well, but he doesn’t always understand—”

“So you’re no longer required to come into the building,” my boss interrupted, continuing as though I hadn’t even said anything. “Because I agree with him. I see every day how much you miss your children while you’re here and I don’t want them to grow up without their mum around. Heaven knows your husband could use all the help he can get, given the stories you always tell Alice about during lunch.” That made me chuckle.

“Thank you, sir,” I remarked gratefully. “You don’t know how much that means to me!”

“Well, unfortunately, I can’t be home with my wife and kids all the time, so if I can keep one family together, I will gladly do what I can. You may return to your desk, Mrs. Howell.”

I stood up, fervently shook his hand, making sure to thank him about a hundred more times, and went back to my desk. I sat down in my chair right as my phone buzzed. Snapchat from THE HUSBAND. Eagerly I opened it up.

There were two images. The first was a selfie of Dan doing a peace sign, Phil, and Phil’s wife, in front of the lion enclosure. The caption read, And here Uncle Phil will remain until the end of the day. I giggled quietly to myself and waited for the next one to pop up. For several seconds I just stared at my husband’s handsome face and his adorable little dimpled grin and dark brown eyes.

The next photo was our six-year-old son and four-year-old daughter in animal masks—probably made by Phil—talking to a few other kids. The caption Dan had written said, How are our kids so social? We’re not!

I grinned and went back to my work.

By the time the day was done, Dan had sent me a Snap of the pasta he’d made (with Phil’s wife’s help probably) and fed to our children (The monsters have been fed), and then a photo of our room, king-sized bed covers turned down with Miss you written over it. Needless to say I was very eager to get home that night. On my tube journey back to our flat, I got another one of our daughter asleep, with her rich brown hair a mess around her head, and our son giving her a kiss goodnight. They missed their mum today. ILY. And about six heart emojis trailing after it.

Both the kids were asleep by the time I got home, but I could see a faint light coming from the lounge.

I went in to see a nice meal laid out on our small dining table with two candles—scented like “Fireside Treats” of course—lit in the middle. Traces of a fun day were all over the lounge. Plastic dinosaur toys on the floor, our daughter’s second-favourite doll on the sofa with miniature clothes scattered around, and a few green army figures surrounding the doll in a protective half-circle. I smiled tiredly to myself and scanned the rest of the room for Dan.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind and kissed my cheek. “Welcome home, love,” he murmured quietly.

“Thank you.”

“How was your day?”

The news that I could work from home was far out of my mind when I answered, “Longer than I’d like. How was yours?”

“It was alright. Would have been better if you were there.”

I smiled as he pulled out my chair for me. “And how was Phil and his wife?”

“They were both good. Happy to help out with the kids.”

“And were our little Godzillas well-behaved?”

“As well-behaved as they could be. They’ve got a lot more energy than I do so I was grateful Phil and his wife came to help. That daughter of yours almost tried to climb into the elephant enclosure,” Dan told me, faking his stern “father voice” to me.

I put my hand to my chest. “Girl after my own heart,” I remarked sarcastically. Dan laughed. We both knew my favorite shirt was the one he bought for me with an elephant on the front.

We started to eat dinner. It was late and I was exhausted, about ready to just collapse on the floor, but Dan of course wouldn’t have any of that. He sat next to me at the table instead of across and would take my hand when my attention started wandering and my eyelids would flutter, making me wake up again. When I asked why I had to stay awake and finish dinner, he kissed my temple. “Because I can’t in good conscience let my wife go to bed without feeding her,” he retorted firmly.

When I was finally finished, he took my hand and helped me to my feet.

“I love you,” I muttered as we held hands as we walked down the corridor of our flat into the master bedroom. He smiled and gave me another temple kiss. We started getting ready for bed, brushing our teeth side-by-side and putting on our pyjamas. Barely even thinking straight I fell onto the bed facedown and stayed there.

Dan tucked me in properly and climbed in on the other side. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into my hair. I smiled and turned onto my side to face him. I planted a tired kiss on the tip of his nose and then found his lips.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “Don’t tell the kids, but you’re my favorite.”

I giggled quietly. “Speaking of the kids, don’t tell them, but my boss called me into his office today. I get to work from home now. I thought we could wait till Monday morning to tell them.”

Dan sat up just a bit. “Are you serious?” he asked.

I smiled and grinned. “Yup. Totally forgot about it until now.”

“That’s great news! We both get to be stay-at-home parents!”

Before I could reply, my eyes drifted closed of their own accord and I fell asleep.

I was woken the next morning by Trashin’ the Camp from Tarzan playing down the hall in the lounge. Our kids were singing along—and I could hear them jumping around and having fun while Dan was shushing them. “You’re going to wake Mum! She had a really late night last night!” I could hear him saying as something plastic hit the floor—probably our daughter’s doll.

I started to sit up when the bedroom door opened. Our son and daughter jumped onto the bed, closely followed by my handsome husband carrying a tray of breakfast. Dan perched on the edge of the king-sized bed and passed me the tray. I gladly took it. “Thank you! Whose idea was this?” I asked. Both of our kids wordlessly pointed at Dan. I leaned across the bed and gave him a kiss. Our kids made ew noises while we chuckled. “Thanks Dan.”

“You’re very welcome, my love,” he replied.

NEW YORK COMIC CON! Many exciting things happening on my side!


You’ll be able to find me at Artist Alley table H10, next to writer Brandon Montclare AND MOON GIRL ARTIST NATACHA BUSTOS! She’s coming all the way from Spain and will be making her American debut, so make sure you bring stuff for her to sign!


We’re going to have a TON of new stuff this year!

Some of you may remember back when we did those “Insiders” for Halloween Eve–these making-of books that placed script and layouts side-by-side. We knew you loved those so we have made one for each book of Rocket Girl out right now, and will be doing subsequent ones for future issues. It’s a ridiculous GottaCatchEmAll situation.

We will also be selling script books for Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur issues 1-3!

We have trade paperbacks for both Rocket Girl AND Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur!

And speaking of our one-shot Halloween Eve, we just cleaned Diamond out of their stock and will be selling copies of the book, if you missed out a few years ago.  This was my and Brandon’s first time working together and the book is no trick–it’s a treat.  Yeah…I went there.

We now have the 3 prints available for Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur…in addition to many Rocket Girl prints!

Double-sided Rocket Girl T-shirts are available in limited sizes (men’s and womens’, so come early.

Not to mention that both Natacha and I have Comixology trading cards with OUR NAMES ON THEM and from what I hear, you have to go to our signing with Comixology in order to get those.


Thursday 11am-12pm: #artcred Panel, spearheaded by artist Declan Shalvey, room 1A21
Friday 12:15pm-1:15pm: Marvel NOW Panel, room 1A24
Sunday 1:30-2:30pm: Women of Marvel Panel, room 1A06

SIGNINGS (More signings may be added so check for updates here)

Saturday 2:30-3:30pm Comixology Signing, Table M3-4 in Artist Alley


As usual, I will likely be too busy to take on any ambitious convention sketches. But if you check back the last hour of the day on most days, I will reserve time to do quick sharpie head sketches for $20!


RBR Spy about Seb..

It is, of course, the end of an era as we’re saying goodbye to Seb after six glorious years (well, five glorious years and this one). He finally mumbled something earlier this week about going to some team or other down in the midfield. Will we miss him? Lets just say there’s been a lot of man-hugs going around in the garage this week. He’s promised to write and we’ve promised to not let David Coulthard give him a wedgie live on television.

Actually, much of this is for public consumption, Seb’s not going for a while yet – he’ll be in the factory next week, so it’s all a bit premature having a tearful farewell with someone who’ll shortly be fleeced by security in Milton Keynes to make sure the rubber dinosaur and the crayons in that cardboard box really are his, and he’s not trying to steal a company stapler and a limited edition Star Wars Stormtrooper pitcrew helmet.

We’re going to miss Seb. Dany Kvyat seems like a pretty cool guy so we’re looking forward to working with him, but Seb’s one of our mates. It’d be nice to say that we’ve taken the boy and shaped him into the man he is today – but the reality is that four-times World Champion Sebastian Vettel is almost indistinguishable from gangly Bambi Sebastian Vettel who rocked up at the end of 2008. Obviously the massive hoard of trophies adds a bit of confidence – nobody would attempt what Seb does at a karaoke without a bullet-proof amount of self-belief – but Seb hasn’t stopped being Seb just because he’s won a bunch of races. He’s one of us – admittedly an absurdly competitive one of us with a road car named after him, but still, one of the boys.

But next year he’ll be one of them, dressed up like Father Christmas every week and pretending he really likes Espresso so strong you can stand a spoon up in it. It’s difficult to know what that’s going to be like – for us or him. He’ll probably pop back in – we just hope it’s not at 80km/h for an unexpected pitstop.

But that’s later. First we’ve got a race to complete. We’ve got to nail it and make sure Seb goes away knowing exactly what he’s going to be missing next year.

regzillas  asked:

Here me out: Legends + Their favourite disney movies.

Your headcanon requests are always such a delight my goodness

  • 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea was literally Stein’s childhood. He was a little young when it was released in theaters, but he discovered it a few years later and he was hooked immediately. You know how kids will watch the same movie over and over again? That was Stein. When he was like ten he finally got his hands on the book and burned straight through it, kicking off a minor obsession. He has all of Verne’s work lovingly collected and stored in his house, and he still has a giant soft spot for the movie even if it’s hopelessly dated now. 
  • Mick was a giant marshmallow and enjoyed the hell out of the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. Don’t start, okay? They calmed him. He also really liked Pete’s Dragon and unless you want to see a rant about greedy hacks messing with his childhood you really shouldn’t mention the 2016 remake. 
  • In terms of movies you’ve possibly actually heard of bby Len enjoyed the shit out of the Rescuers, but One of Our Dinosaurs Is Missing was also sort of a formative influence, since I’m garbage and I can’t resist anything that combines Snart, stealing things, and dinosaurs.
  • Ray was all about the original Tron, oh my god. (He likes the new one too, though. No need to make it a rivalry.) Honey, I Shrunk the Kids gave him nightmares, which would become somewhat ironic later in life. But retroactively, Star Wars has now become his favorite Disney movie.
  • Sara’s favorite animated movie was Oliver and Company, but her and Laurel’s absolute favorite thing in the entire world was Newsies. They knew all the songs and would attempt most of the dancing, which Quentin probably still has a video tape of somewhere, much to their mutual embarrassment. If you asked her these days though she’d say it’s Mulan. 
  • Kendra really liked Pocahontas as a kid (until she grew up and found out about the racially insensitive bullshit), but after that her favorite is the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Obviously. 
  • Jax is a classicist and a total Lion King nerd, but he also has a giant soft spot for the first Air Bud movie. Just the first one, though. They fell to crap after that. Don’t get him started on the Air Buddies. 
  • Rip is from a dystopian future without Disney movies, so sucks to suck, Rip. 

Now I’ve had a little time to digest the new Jurassic World trailer, I thought I’d put down a few notes about it. So here goes.

Firstly, it’s great fun. After the Star Wars and Batman v Superman teasers, Jurassic World needed something big and it certainly got it. DINOSAURS, DINOSAURS ESCAPING, DINOSAURS RUNNING RAMPANT, DINOSAURS EATING PEOPLE, DINOSAURS EATING OTHER DINOSAURS! It’s exactly what the trailer needed to be, and while I do wish we could have seen a little bit more of the park itself, I’m more than happy to wait until the film is released to take that in.

Because of all the action, it’s hard to discern theme and substance, but there were some nice nods in that direction. Pratt’s line about dinosaurs being exciting enough, without having to Frankenstein up some new ones, was great, as was the dialogue about his bond with the Raptors being about a relationship rather than control. Both these lines excite me and seem to feed back to Spielberg’s original film.

In Jurassic Park, we see Hammond directly trying to control nature - Spielberg makes a point of it by repeatedly showing wildlife and the dinosaurs themselves trapped behind fences. Of course, everything crumbles and nature escapes our control, but it looks like Jurassic World might be different. Will Colin Trevorrow’s film suggest that accepting a lack of control over nature is as dangerous as trying to control it? Will it advocate us entering into a relationship with nature in a bid to gain a measure of control? There’s not much to go off in the trailer, but these are certainly interesting questions it seems to hint at.

As for the comments about dinosaurs being exciting enough, there’s great thematic value in that too. One of the things that’s been missing from these trailers is a sense of wonder. It’s something that’s been concerning me, if I’m honest. But maybe that’s the point. The original film was about the beauty of nature, and how even if we try to cage it, that beauty still remains. Perhaps Jurassic World is going to be about our current disaffection. We live in cynical times and it’s difficult to get us to stop, look up from our phones, and take the world in. Wonder simply doesn’t truly exist any more - it’s just something to spike visits at a theme park full of “assets” rather than living creatures.

However you look at it, Jurassic World has great potential to be a superb film. I can’t wait to see it hit theatres with a water-shaking boom in June.

What are your thoughts on the new Jurassic World trailer?

This weekend at the Museum: sharks, spiders, and pterosaurs! Oh, my! Whether you consider these creatures frightful or fantastic, you can learn all about them at the Museum right now

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Have a great weekend!

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Bellamy is a soldier in the army with a wife and kid back home.

A/N: SATAN IS BACK! Hopefully this prompt redeems me. TW: character death.




I never know how to start these. When I try to write your name, I get this tightness in my throat that makes it harder.

So hey. Hello. 

We’re about twenty clicks southeast of the hot zone, but Miller is still smiling, which is a good thing. There’s still a lightness around camp- Murphy and the boys are taking bets on who shits their pants first when we finally get to MW. Jasper’s been in and out of every brothel we’ve passed on march. 

Atom’s gone though. We were hit with smoke and then it was just me and him. That doesn’t matter though. It’s done. That’s war.

The stars shine brighter here, and I hate that I keep spotting all of the stupid constellations you made up. You’ve gotten under my skin, woman. 

Speaking of skin… I keep dreaming of that red bra of yours. When I get home we’ll have to revisit some of them.

How’s my little man doing? Yesterday I saw a dog that looked like his stuffed one, but then there was some action and… I’d rather just… sometimes I wish I didn’t have you guys to miss.

It’s hard to be here, seeing all of this shit, and then smell the jasmine and remember our wedding night.

Keep being a badass a little longer.

I’ll write when I can.

50 days left.


When the letters arrived in the mail, she would take their son into his room and get him going with some legos or dinosaurs. When his imagination took over, she’d slip out and head to their room.

The bed looked the same as it did the last day he made it, and that’s how it would stay. However, the only time she broke her self-imposed exile from their bed, was when a letter was clutched in her hands.

White-knuckled, she’d carefully lay down on his side and inhale the faint trace of his cologne. Only then was she allowed to feel the overwhelming fear. Only then did she let herself give into missing him.


I fucking- I can’t. I don’t know what to even say.

Remember when we lost Charlotte? And you cried in my arms while I stayed strong for the both of us? I’m trying so hard to be that man right now.

My hands are stained red and no matter how hard I scrub the blood isn’t coming off. There’s just five of us now. Miller doesn’t smile anymore. Jasper was airlifted to a hospital south of the Dead Zone. I don’t… I don’t know if he made it there.

Finn’s changed. I can’t think about that right now. They have Monty and we don’t know how to get him back.

Just five of us, Clarke. There were a hundred. 

I miss you and the pictures you sent me of him fucking hurt because he is so big now and I feel like I’m shrinking and I have to go. Sirens going off.

I love you.

The letters stopped, and for that Clarke was almost grateful. A mailman is a silent breeze that moves a leaf across your path every so often, leaving you none the bothered.

There are worse things. 

Each resounding thunderclap of fist against wood- there were three- pulled Clarke from her fantasy land of everything-is-alright and when she opened the door to see the man cut clean in his most sombre of attire, Clarke felt that spiraling hurricane of agony knock her down.

Their son wasn’t upstairs in his room playing with toys and creating stories where the bad guy always gets defeated; he was in the next room able to hear all of the ways Clarke’s manufactured world came crashing to the floor.

Letters she could hide from him, but not the knocking on the door.

Past the folded flag and the medals and the coffin that would arrive at the airport the following Monday, the officer in his gloved hands handed her a white envelop.

“This was addressed to you ma’am.”

She stared at the stillness with which he grasped the letter, and she was sure that if she grabbed it there would be a tremor rippling through it that she wouldn’t know how to stop.

It had been better when there weren’t any letters.

Clarke Antonia Blake.

I should be firing my gun, trying to take as many out with me as I can, but that doesn’t matter anymore. 

You are the love of my life, and I am so sorry I have to keep asking you to be brave for me, but please princess, be brave for me. And for our son. 

He’s too much like me for his own good, but hold onto that.

There are mortars flying above me and I’m choosing to make my own shooting stars, since you can make your own constellations. I don’t even know what to wish for, but every scenario involves you. 

Remember, I love you. I love our son.

Are you ready to be a badass, Clarke?

You can do this. 

Always yours,


What he tweets after he left you to go on tour.

@nashgrier: Not even mangos can make me feel better. I already miss her.

@camerondallas: I wanna cuddle. I need my princess here with me. Only her…

@shawnmendes: I’m gonna use this as inspiration. Beware! Sad songs coming your way.

@TheMattEspinosa: This dinosaur misses his girl.

@aaroncarpenter: Man I miss her so much! My heart is literally broken.

Jack Johnson:
@JackJackJohnson: I miss her hugs and kisses.

Jack Gilinsky:
@jackgilinsky: I miss my girl. I have needs!!!

@JacobWhitesides: I hate leaving her. I hope our kitty takes care of her.

@carterreynolds: I torture myself listening to our song. I miss my sunshine.

@hayesgrier: There’s no one here to laugh at my jokes. I miss her.

@tayloncaniff: I miss my girl. I hope I made the right choice leaving her in charge of my cars. What have I done?

@sammywilk: I miss my babygirl. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon.

@Ruppism_: I need my princess to cuddle with me. I miss her so much

This was my first Imagine/preference so don’t judge me. More to come!!!

During our first time visiting each other internationally, my girlfriend and I played Undertale, because we’d heard a lot of hype and also about cute monster girls. We were really pleasantly surprised when we actually played it and found out that the f/f couple was actual-canon, not fanon! And to our further delight, we related to them a bucket-load.

She’s tall and cool with legs up to gods knows where, and I’m short and flustered with a million pounds of social anxiety crammed into my day-dress. Plus, she’s got previous fishy connotations and I’m already an actual bird which are also, you know, technically dinosaurs and we already both own and wear Undyne and Alphys’ aesthetics as common parts of our wardrobe (my girlfriend practically specialises in cute jackets and skinny jeans with boots), especially the date ones!  

So anyway, this was the logical conclusion there, I guess? Drew us as the cute monster girfriends, sort of cosplay-esque I suppose, although I reverted to my blond hair to this one, because it worked better than the pink. Had a fun time combining our existing traits and symbols in here, too!

oldoddandowly  asked:

Which would be more closely related to a dimetrodon: a modern mammal like ourselves or a dinosaur? Is there a way to quantify how closely related a species is to another?

Yesssss! Yes there is! It’s called phylogenetics, the study of evolutionary relationships, and its most comprehensively illustrated in phylogenetic trees! Take this one for example: 

This is a pretty simplified tree, meaning there are a lot of other animals missing, but for our purposes key players are included. You can see where tetrapods (Tetrapoda [these are four-legged animals]) split off between amphibians, and those animals that lay their eggs on land. From there, the tree splits again between reptiles and synapsids - meaning we’ve got a common ancestor with animals like reptiles (but NOT reptiles) before diverging into Synapsida and Reptilia.

From there, reptiles divided and branched out, and you can follow the tree down to see the close relationship between dinosaurs, birds, and crocodiles. But check out the other limb - the Synapsid limb. Dimetrodon was a Sphenacodontid. The limb branches and branches and eventually you get the Mammals. While we aren’t direct descendants from Dimetrodon, we fundamentally share common ancestors of those animals. 

So, to answer your question: Dimetrodon is more closely related to ALL modern mammals than it was to any dinosaur. 

For more information, check out Ken Angielczyk’s blog in The New York Times!

Jiangxisaurus ganzhouensis


Name: Jiangxisaurus ganzhouensis

Name Meaning: Jiangxi Province Lizard 

First Described: 2013

Described By: Wei et al. 

ClassificationDinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Oviraptorosauria, Caenagnathoidea, Oviraptoridae, Ingeniinae

We have two dinosaurs today because somehow I missed this one when I was making my schedule. Our second to last oviraptor, Jiangxisaurus lived in the Campanian to Maastrichtian ages of the Late Cretaceous, from 72 to 66 million years ago. It was found in the Nanxiong FOrmation in Ganzhou City, Jiangxi Province, Southern China, giving it its name. It had a frailer mandible than the similar Heyuannia, as well as more strongly curved claws. It lived alongside many other dinosaurs and comes from a formationw here many footprints and egg shells have been found. It lived alongside Gannansaurus, Microhadrosaurus, Nanshiungosaurus, Tarbosaurus, Banji and Ganzhousaurus.

Shout out goes to isntshelovely-bbw!