sand dinosaurs

is-a-velociraptor  asked:

If Dinosauria is the defined as last common ancestor of Iguanodon and Megalosaurus plus all its descendants, would this study mean that sauropodomorphs are no longer dinosaurs if it's true? Or would we just change how we define Dinosauria?

They’re changing how we define dinosaurs; otherwise yeah, Sauropodomorphs Are Not Dinosaurs (SAND) 

Luckily dinosaurs are now defined as Iguanodon + Megalosaurus + Diplodocus, according to that paper, and we’re saved from the befuckening 

[image description: a black plastic tub of brown/undyed kinetic sand sitting beside its cardboard packaging box, both on a wooden floor. The package reads “National Geographic Ultimate Dino Sand” with the text “feels great and never dries out! 2 LB set with 6 dino molds and 6 dino figures. Real dino poop fossil!” The box shows a pile of brown/natural/undyed sand with three dinosaurs - stegosaurus, brontosaurus, dimetrodon - resting in the sand. A white hand holds a clump of sand, dribbling it down onto the sand below.]

Sand has always been a Strong sensation for me. On the one hand I love feeling it run through my fingers, on the other it is sensory hell when it sticks to my skin. Kinetic sand seemed like a great option. I tried a few different homemade and knock off sands but they did not work for me. The sand got everywhere and while I love playing with it, I never used anything more than my fingertip because the sand tended to stick to my skin. Eventually I decided to give a branded sand a try. 

This is National Geographic’s play sand. I got it from amazon (here) It’s $15 USD. It is amazing. 

It has no chemical smell, even up close, just a general sand smell that I only noticed when I literally stuck my nose in it (with my hypersensitive sense of smell). It leaves no smell on my hands either.

It stick to your hands a little sometimes, but it is very fine grain sand and I found that I didn’t mind it much. But, even better, after you play with it a little while it picks up all the little pieces of sand and nothing sticks to you at all. It’s amazing. 

This set didn’t come with a storage container, just a tray to use the sand in. I store it in a plastic container with a lid, but honestly I’ve left it out for days and nothing happened to it. I play with this sand nearly everyday, it may be my favorite stim toy.

I highly recommend this sand to anyone interested in kinetic sand. It works really well, mold easily, is clean and easy to clean up, and doesn’t stick to your hands. It comes in a few other colors but I read reviews that imply that those might be more likely to stick to your hands and tended to stain skin and clothes, but they are worth looking into if you are interested.

Fabulous! Thank you so much for a great submission, @bluestreaksand-freckles!

I am so glad to have a sand that isn’t Spinmaster’s kinetic sand that I can recommend to folks (like myself) that doesn’t have a chemical smell!


Title: Professor Maximoff.

Summary: Zelda Ruiz is an 18 year old mexican/american mutant, she can stop and travel through time, when she arrives to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, on her first day she meets Peter Maximoff, the silver haired guy with awesome musical taste who turns out to be her teacher.

Parts: 5/?

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypher |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish |


At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

I am sorry if this chapter was short but I promise next one will be amazing.

Feedback is always welcome.

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

Bobby and John are staring at me, the kind of stare people use when they know something you don’t.

“No shit, Maximoff with a girl?” I ask, faking surprise as best as I can.

“Yes, we followed them the whole afternoon, they had pizza, bought records and went for a swim at the fountain until the officer kicked them out.” Bobby laughs, my face is as red as my abuela’s red salsa.

“What about you Anne, did you see her?” Anne shooks his head and I feel the weigh of the world leaving my shoulders.

“Anne, you were such a killjoy the whole afternoon.” John sighs.

“Well I’m sorry John, oh, wait, sorry, Pyro.” She laughs. “I wanted to go to the movies, but you guys dragged me around the mall following that guy.”

“Wait, Pyro?” I laugh. “What the fuck is Pyro supossed to mean?”

“They say it’s unfair that only X-Men are allowed to have cool nicknames, like Raven being Mystique, Grey being Phoenix, Maximoff being Quicksilver, you know? So they came up with their own cool nicknames.” She explains.

“Okay so Johnny is Pyro and, Bobby… let me guess, Iceberg?” Bobby throws a pillow at me.

“Iceman miss Ruiz, Anne should be Rogue and you…., I’ll figure it out later.”

“Actually Rogue sounds pretty badass.” I say, Anne rolls here eyes.

“Okay you dorks, I’ll take a shower, Zel, can you entertain them? Or better yet, kick them out.” She says as she locks the bathroom door.

“Okay you dorks, time to fuck off.” I say, pointing at the door.

“Would you stop calling us dorks?” John asks, I shook my head.

“You guys know I love you, right? But seriously, fuck off.”

They left the room and I read Othello until Anne got out of the bathroom, I decided to take a shower that lasted about 30 minutes – I tried to save as much water as I could -, and when I came out, Anne was already in her pajamas, with blankets all over her.

We talked for a little and did some homework, I wasn’t willing to spend the whole Sunday writing my Othello essay, we fell asleep shortly after we finished.

Peter and I became inseparable after that, a month later we had fallen into a pleasant routine, I’d crash into his room on Friday nights, we would watch a movie and eat whatever we could find, pizza, chicken nuggets, even Taco Bell to my dissapointment, for dessert we always had Twinkies and Vanilla Coke, day after day I could feel myself falling for him, I loved the way his eyes lit up everytime he played bass or everytime he told me stories about his sisters, Lorna -the green haired girl- and Wanda -the ginger one, I loved every second of being around him, I loved falling asleep in his arms or playing with his hair, sometimes I’d read out loud for him, so far we had read half of my favorite books, sometimes we would read his comic books, I was a big fan of Captian America’s.and I was surprised when I found out Peter had the original editions, the ones that were published back in WWII.

It’s Friday and I’m on McCoy’s class, he’s talking about acid and bases, and is a miracle but I understand that, but my attention fades quickly and I start doodling in my left arm.

“Hank, can I borrow Zelda for a while?” Counselor Kitty asks from the door.

“Sure” He says “Zelda, please ask someone for the assignment later.” I nod, pick up my stuff and follow C. Kitty to what I expect is her office but she takes a turn before we reach her door, we’re now at the biggest office in the manor, and professor Xavier is sitting behind his desk, writing.

“Thanks Kitty.” He smiles gently. “Zelda, please take a sit.” C. Kitty leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I obey and take a sit in front of him, and I’m certainly worried, it’s not the fist time I’m at the principal’s office, but with professor Xavier is different, if you are a mutant you DON’T want to disappoint Xavier.

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

My mind is working way too fast.

Is this about Peter? Does he know I like Peter? 

And then I remember the guy can read minds.

 Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap, what if he’s reading my mind right now.

Come on Zelda, get your shit together.

 Okay, marshmallows, chocolate cake, vanilla milkshakes, strawberry ice cream…

“Is there something wrong professor?” I ask, I can feel myself breathing heavy.

“Not exactly, I wanted to ask you about your progress with Maximoff.” Holy shit, he knows, I’m dead.

“Progress? What do you mean?” I try to act as clueless as I can.

“On your trainings.”

“Well, professor Maximoff designed a work out program to increase my physical condition, he says I need to be in good shape to travel in time.”

“Okay, I’m impressed, but I’ll have to ask you to let me know when you’re planning to time-travel, I’ll ask professor Logan to give you a special lesson in the consequences time travel can have.” I  sigh in relief and I’m sure he notices.

“Don’t worry professor.” I smile. “I’ll let you know.”

“You can go now.” He says, pointing the door, I stand up, pick up my bag and make my way to the door. “And Zelda, If I were you, I’d keep my distance with Peter, remeber, he’s your professor, but there are boundaries.”

“T-thanks professor.” I reply, my voice trembles as the words leave my mouth.

I spend the rest of the day hiding in the library, not even doing homework, just hiding behind the books and listening to music, Peter had acquired the habit of giving me mix-tapes with his favorite songs, and I listened to Eurythmic’s Sweet Dreams hiding behind a bookshelf.

“Hey there Z.” I hear Peter’s voice behind me and a soft pat on my shoulder, but I jump anyway.

“Dude, how did you find me?” I whisper “I’m hiding.”

“Yeah, I heard Xavier talked to you.”

“Is there anything in this world you don’t know Maximoff?” He laughs softly.

“He talked to me too, something about boundaries or something.”

“Yeah, same for me…”

“Were you hiding from me?”

I shook my head.

“No, I just needed to think, about boundaries and stuff.”

“Well…” He says, checking the time in the clock that hangs from the wall “You have 5 minutes before we go to Coney Island.”

“You don’t give a shit about boundaries.” I smirk, he just laughs and we speed to my room, I change as fast as I can and five minutes later we are at Coney Island.

Peter takes my hand and we walk around the beach to get to the Luna Park.

He buys pink cotton candy and we eat while we wait on line to ride the Cyclone.

The afternoon passes fast, it’s basically me dragging Peter all around the park to get to the best rides, Cyclone, Sling shot, Thunderbolt, we ride every single extreme thrill ride and Peter is not impressed, I can’t help but laugh when he states he’s not impressed because he can run faster, but I’m excited, it’s been a while since the last time I came here, I was ten or something.

It’s 7pm, and I’m starving.

“Pete, are you hungry?” I ask, we’re walking, he’s carrying a pink stuffed dinosaur, he won it for my after I begged him to play Whac a Mole.

“I was about to ask you the same.” He smiles, “What do you want?”

“I don’t know, surprise me.”

“Okay, take care of Gunther then.” He hands me the pink dinosaur.

“Pete, we’re not naming the dinosaur Gunther.” I roll my eyes.

Five minutes later, he’s back, we sit on the sand,with the pink dinosaur resting in my lap, the noises of the park are pleasantly muted by the sea.

“Hot dogs, I approve.” I take a bite of mine, when I’m halfway throug it, Peter is finishing his second one. “How do you eat so damn fast?” I ask, impressed.

“You’re talking to Quicksilver, I’m fast as hell.” I laugh, finishing my hot dog.

“Peter, today was amazing.” I say, resting my head in his shoulder. “Thank you, I haven’t been here since I was a little girl.”

“Even though roller coasters are way too slow, I enjoyed it to Zel, I’d do anything to see you smile.” I blush, lifting my head a few inches and softly kissing him on the cheek.

He hugs me, kissing the top of my head.

We stay like that, hugging, my head buried in his chest, the sun is setting and the sky is tainted in different shades of orange, and in that moment, I realize I am deeply in love with him,everything is beautiful, and I feel safe and accepted for the first time in my life, this moment couldn’t be more perfect, except if

We broke the embrace 15 minutes later, walked around the beach for a while, took a shit ton of Polaroids and speed back home, we entered by the back door to avoid curious eyes.

“Get some sleep Zel.” Peter says, hugging me, “I’ll see you in the gym tomorrow at 9.”

“Wait, today was my pre-compensation for the beating I’ll take tomorrow?” I laugh.

“You know Zel, I’m not sure if your only power is to time travel, sometimes I could swear you read minds too.”

“Nah, I’m just a time-lord… well, time-lady.”

“Goodnight little Doctor.” He whispers to my ear.

“You got the reference.” I smile.

“You’re talking to someone who has Captain America’s original editions, of course I got the reference.” He smirks, I punch his arm softly.

“Goodnight Pete.” I hug him one more time, he smiles, softly kissing my nose.

He speeds away as I enter to my room, carrying Gunther.