#“You definitely missed the targets twice with your darts and got them on the fifth and sixth”

[swan2swan]

The Becklespinax attack scene is also absurdly FAST.

A lot of dinosaur action beats in the Jurassic franchise take their time; often the dinosaurs give the humans a chance to escape because they pause to roar, or measure distance, or they just get bored and leave for some reason (looking at you, Lost World trailer attack).

The Becklespinax does not play that game. She breaks cover, she's tearing people apart and trampling them. She grabs you, she eats you. She sees the van, she chases the van.

I've even questioned "Is this Easy Mode? Shouldn't she go for Sammy?"

But, no. Ben slows the van to match speed with Sammy. And in doing so, he cuts Becky off from going for Sammy--the gap just isn't large enough, and she can't turn to get her while running at that speed. So she rams the van. Which stops the van.

And then, with only a second to roar in pain and frustration, Becky turns her head and goes for Yaz. Head through the window, for the kill.

She's just...ruthless.

[babbushka]

My friend, you have asked, and I will attempt to answer... a Sevier Twins prompt! A weekend at the beach, perhaps? Complete with ocean shenanigans, hanging out on the boardwalk, playing carnivalesque games, and finally retiring for the night to their oceanfront rented property (hotel, house, whatever works!). I hope this sparks something fun for ya!

(1.1k, fluff [mostly boardwalk game shenanigans], thank you so much!!) 

Paul does a lot of traveling for work. Sometimes he’s gone for three to four days at a time, sometimes even longer. The NSA sends him wherever they need him the most, top cases that only he can solve. As proud as you and Paterson are of him and all his abilities to crunch numbers and figure out the patterns that no one else can, you do miss him terribly.

So, when Paul has clearance to bring you and Paterson with him, the two of you practically jump at the chance – especially when the work trip is far more like a vacation than anything else.

This time, the three of you have found yourselves in Santa Monica. Paul’s supposed to be there for the entire weekend, but within the first six hours of work he managed to crack the code that took the communications team there four weeks to even start. Which meant that you were all free to relax until your flight Sunday evening.

Ever the planners, you all decided to absolutely pack the trip with fun filled activities, including spending the day at the Santa Monica Pier. It was an explosion of colors and lights and sounds, a carnival and an arcade and an amusement park all rolled into one.

The sun was shining, seagulls were calling overhead, the smell of funnel cake and fresh baked pizza slices had you all in a fantastic mood. No one paid you any attention here, everyone too caught up in their own fun to notice you in the middle, holding hands with both your boys as your flip flops smacked funny noises on the deck.

You’d taken a morning swim together in the ocean right outside your resort, the three of you laughing and splashing happily in the salty spray of the sea. Then, you’d popped into all the beachside stores, picking up souvenirs for friends back home, and of course the magnet to add to the ever-growing collection on your fridge.

“Where are we going now?” You ask as the three of you meander down the pier in great spirits.

“We’re going to win you something.” Paterson gives your hand a squeeze, and Paul nods with a smile, swooping down to kiss at your cheek when you give them both a brilliant smile.

“Really?” You’ve always wanted a handsome man to win you a prize, it was something straight out of a movie! “Which game?”

“You find one that has something you want, and that’s the one we’ll play.” Paul answers, filling you with excitement.

Walking down the pier, you scan the different tents and game kiosks for anything that catches your eye. Some of them have prizes like live goldfish, which you have fond memories of winning as a child, much to your parents’ complaint. Others have stuffed animals resembling different famous characters -- but one catches your eye, and you stop the both of them in their tracks when you gasp and point to it.

“Paul, Pat – look!” You draw their attention, “The big bear.”

Hanging up proudly for all to see in one of the tents is a huge stuffed teddy bear. It’s got a big red bow around its neck, and soft fluffy looking fur, and you know it’s going to be a bitch to get on the plane but you can’t help falling in love with it the second you lay your eyes on it.

Paul leaves your side to walk over and observe. He’s not obvious when he does it, not clearly trying to find the best way to win the game, but he’s absolutely scanning every possibility and it only takes him a few minutes to find them.

“It’s rigged.” He says once he comes back, and Paterson hums thoughtfully.

“How can you tell?” Pat asks his brother, mostly because you both know how much Paul likes to explain how he figures things out.

“Under-inflated balloons and dull darts, there’s not enough tension for them to pop easily.” Paul replies, chewing on his bottom lip.

You frown, and immediately grow disappointed.

“That’s fucked up.” You say softly, resigning yourself to just having to find another game, another prize.

“It’s how they make their money,” Paul senses your disappointment and rushes to continue, “But look, not all of them are under-inflated, and you only need to pop three to win the big prize.”

“You can hit them, can’t you?” With that glimmer of hope, you turn to Paterson. Between the twins, he definitely had the better aim, the better hand-eye-coordination. “There’s five tries, you only need to miss twice.”

“I’ll show you which ones to aim for.” Paul encourages his brother, and Paterson nods straight away, wanting to give you what you want.

The three of you walk over to the tent together, and you can hear Paul speaking gently into his brother’s ear, likely telling him exactly which balloons to hit. The carnival barker takes notice of your approach and calls to you, glad that someone has stepped up to the plate, as it were.

“Welcome, welcome! Care to try your hand? Five dollars for five darts.” He claps his hands together, “Hit one balloon, win a small prize. Hit two, get a medium, and hit three, any of the big ones are yours for the lovely lady.”

“Yes, thank you.” Paterson exchanges the crisp bill for the darts.

And hits his target every single time.

You weren’t expecting that, you had thought he’d only manage the three, so when the fifth and final balloon pops, you’re throwing your arms around him with joy.

“That was amazing Pat!” You exclaim, and the small crowd that has stopped to watch breaks into applause, making your man blush deep.

“What happens if I hit all five?” Paterson asks the man, who is staring at the popped balloons in disbelief.

“I…I don’t know. No one’s ever done that before.” He admits, making Paul and Pat both very smug on the inside, as if they had no idea. The man gestures to the huge stuffed animals up on the wall and supposes, “Take two of the big ones, any ones you’d like.”

Paterson turns to you, and you turn to the wall, your eye on that teddy bear.

“The bear and,” You mull it over for a second, before catching sight of something that you know they’ll be excited for this evening, “The rabbit, please.”

Paul and Pat exchange a glance, because they know that you know how much they love when you’re their little bunny rabbit, and the man pulls both down from their spot on the wall, thrusting them into your arms. They’re so big that your boys can hardly see you, save for your face that peeks out between the massive prizes.

“Thank you my handsome boys, let’s have some dinner and then…” You trail off, until you’re far enough away from the tent and the surrounding people so that only they can hear, “Let me show you a good time for dessert.”