#Like the dinosaur bird (huh?)

[goblin-enjoyer]

I swear why are half the things i like/fandoms im in made of mostly younger people while the other half are mostly older people? what are the zoggin odds with that?

How it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 30-40 somethings.

VS how it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 14-17 somethings.

like am do i just have extremely odd luck with things i like or is this just what being 20 is like?

[bogleech]

Anyway I have nothing at all against that one dino blogger but was just very taken aback by a large and influential science blogger dragging me like that in front of who knows how many followers the blog must have, especially in that my original post wasn't actually about what that circle of users presumed it was about. I guess internet trolls have trained them to think everyone is being stubborn about stuff like dinosaurs being birds? But they are birds. In fact I didn't know that was really still as controversial as it apparently is within the paleo community. Outside of that community every time I've told people dinosaurs are birds their response is more like "wow cool, birds are more amazing than I thought" or at worst "huh? Weird." The less invested someone is in a topic, the MORE open they're going to be to new information about it because its status quo was never a deep emotional investment to them. Like when someone tells you their opinions on a tv show you never watched. You are definitely just gonna think "wow cool" or "huh weird." I thought I was fairly up to speed on public attitudes about animals but there's allegedly a whole broad anti-bird world I didn't know about? Birds have always looked like one of the universally beloved "cute and pretty" animals from over here in the rats and roaches fandom.

[jobean12-blog]

Wood You Be Mine?

Pairing: Lumberjack!Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 2,667

Summary: Your work and Grandmother bring you away from the city and into the mountains and you find more than just some peace and quiet.

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying these AU's with Joel! Been fun to explore and he wears enough flannels LOL Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: it's fun and flirty and reader is sassy and Joel is grumpy and it's fluffy and soft too!

Joel Miller Masterlist

After several miles of driving along a bumpy dirt road, the cabin appears. A puffing chimney tops a two-story log house, and red checkerboard curtains line the windows. You park your car in front of the porch. The only other vehicle you see on the property is an old blue pickup truck.

When you step out of the car, a rhythmic pounding echoes from the backyard, somehow in tune with the abundance of sounds from the surrounding woods.

You sneak around the side of the porch hoping to catch a glimpse of your newest client. He’d reluctantly agreed to have his cabin featured in your magazine but only because the story was about eco friendly homes built by their owners.

You round the corner of the house and stop dead in your tracks. You had no idea what the man looked like from the front, but from the back…well you liked what you saw.

His strong arms raise an axe high above his head, then crush it down on a log propped on another stump. The corded muscles of his forearms flex with every movement and his biceps are barely contained by the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel.

Faded and worn blue jeans hug his ass and thick thighs and a pair of scuffed up work boots complete the ensemble. A real-life lumberjack.

He stops momentarily, leaning over to grab a rag, and wipes the handle of the axe. He swings the axe again, splitting the log in front of him, and the two half pieces tumble to the ground.

Whatever noise of appreciation comes out of your mouth was not meant for his ears but suddenly, his head whips around and he levels you with an aggravated glare.

He drops the axe to the ground and stalks over to where you stand, his dark brown eyes narrowed and his soft lips tight with his gritted teeth.

“Can I help you with somethin’? Since you’re trespassin’?” he rumbles.

His eyes rake over you and he glances toward the sky.

“From the city?”

You bristle. “Yeah, and what’s it to ya?”

He snorts. “Those boots look real practical darlin.’ I’m sure they’ll come in handy for the next snow storm.”

You look down at your heeled feet. “We plow snow in the city. Super convenient. You know since people like to get a life. Do things. Instead of hiding away in the mountains.”

He raises a bushy eyebrow. “Uh huh. Well, good for you. Any reason why you’re interrupting me.”

“Just here to take the pictures for Mountain Living magazine.”

You rummage through your bag and pull out some papers, passing them his way. You can’t help but notice how his hands dwarf them.

“So you’re the photographer.”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p and giving him your name.

“Joel Miller,” he grunts and stands to his full height, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

You smile brightly and bat your lashes.

He scowls.

“Let’s go inside so you can take your pictures. And then you can get back to your fancy city life.”

You follow him inside, careful to avoid the mud puddles. A loud, keening screech shatters the silence and you yelp in surprise. You slide in your boots and bump into Joel, grabbing his thick bicep for safety.

A huge bird swoops by and lands on a nearby tree branch, ruffling it’s feathers and eyeballing you. Your fingers flex on his muscle and you gasp.

“What is that? It looks like a dinosaur! Is it going to eat us?”

“It’s just a hawk darlin’,” he answers with a shake of his head. “Shit, don’t they have any birds in the city?”

“I mean sure,” you begin, “but they are small and hop around a lot.”

He stares at you, unmoving. “Well, you’re not in any danger. Unless it decides to take a shit on your head.”

He says it without cracking a smile.

“Aren’t you hilarious,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes.

“Why exactly are you up here in the wilderness?” he asks. “You don’t seem too excited about it.”

“Other than work…I’m visiting my grandmother. She lives up here and I’m staying with her for the next month. Getting some fresh air and all that.”

“Just as you step up onto the porch you hear a whining noise. A fluffy yellow lab ambles over and sits on your boot, wagging it’s tail and looking up at you with big brown eyes.

“Who’s this?” you ask as you lean down to pet the dog.

“That’s Winston.”

“He’s a lab right?”

“Yep.”

You cough to hide your laugh. “He’s very cute but I thought it was mandatory for all people living here to have some huge breed like a Pyrenees or Saint Bernard.”

“Does your grandmother have some giant dog?” he asks.

“Two Swiss Mountain dogs actually. Bert and Ernie.”

He surprises you with a huge smile. His whole face lit up, his eyes even crinkling at the corners.

“Nice names. I like your grandmother.”

“She’s the best. Even if she worries too much about me. She wants me to move out of the city and come up here for the cleaner air!”

He opens the front door and ushers you inside. “She has a point. It’s much healthier here.”

“And boring-er.”

The door bangs shut behind him.

“That’s not a word.”

“It should be. At least up here.”

He doesn’t look amused and instead walks over to small desk in the corner and shuffles some papers.

You take a look around and blink in surprise. It’s gorgeous. The granite fireplace is surrounded by hand-made wooden furniture and the high ceilings and large windows create a rustic and beautiful scene.

“You look shocked,” he chuckles from behind you.

“Oh,” you startle. “It’s just…it’s so beautiful. How did you do all this?”

He smiles again. “It took a lot of time and sawdust.”

You walk around, running your fingertips over the curves of the furniture and firing off the names of all the different woods it’s made of.

“How do you know so much about that?”

“I’ve taken enough pictures of furniture and asked enough questions to know most types of wood,” you explain.

“Well, now, isn’t that funny. City girls knows all about timber but is scared of the outdoors.”

“I never said that!” you grumble.

“I could see it all over your face when the hawk flew by! You look around like somethin’s gonna jump out and eat ya!”

You narrow your eyes and step closer to him. “That’s just not true. I’m not scared of the woods…I’m simply afraid of…of…certain large mammals that might enjoy life in the woods…you know rubbing up against trees, eating berries and honey and maybe an occasional human!”

“What in the world…?” Joel smirks.

“I’m afraid of bears!” you say as you sit on his couch and slump back.

He tries to stifle a laugh. “I’m guessin’ there’s a story hiding somewhere darlin’.”

“I’m guessing my grandmother is expecting me for dinner. I better get started on the pictures so I’m not late.”

You shuffle with your camera equipment until you’re satisfied then start snapping shots. You’re in the zone and hardly feel Joel’s eyes on you as you work. When you’re done you pack up and hold out your hand to him.

“It was nice to meet you Joel.”

Your hand is engulfed by warm, rough skin and so much strength. You peer up into his face and expect a snarky smile but instead you gasp softly at the winded look you find. He blinks slowly and he tightens his grip before tugging on your hand.

Your boots slide across the hard wood floor until your inches away from him and his gaze drops to your mouth.

Your knees buckle when Winston slams against your legs and wiggles his body between the two of you.

Joel sighs. “Damn dog.” But he leans down and affectionately rubs behind his ears.

Winston sits on your feet and presses his body weight against you, relishing the ear rubs.

“Winston,” you coo as you join in.

“Sorry about him. He’s a big fan of affection.”

You clear your throat. “Isn’t everyone?”

His eyes level with yours and you get caught in his gaze, a warmth spreading along your skin.

“I better get going. I’ll be sure to e-mail you the proofs of the pictures so you can be part of the selecting process.”

You fly out of the house and into the car, tearing down the dirt road then peeking in your rear-view mirror to see Joel standing out on his porch.

“I need a drink,” you mumble before turning toward the small town.

Joel runs a hand through his already disheveled hair after he pulls into the parking lot of the general store in town.

He knows a hot cup of coffee will help and one of those muffins that the owner’s wife bakes.

The general store has it all…coffee, muffins, dog biscuits, a new axe…and you.

There you are, smack dab in the middle of the aisle stocked with wine. You grab a bottle and round the corner toward the register.

The owner, Mark, chats you up as you check out.

“Celebrating something tonight miss?” Mark asks.

“Actually no, just visiting with my grandma but I needed a drink,” you explain to Mark.

“Not sure that’s somethin’ your grandma should be drinkin’.”

At the sound of that familiar deep voice you grit your teeth and turn to face him.

The look of indignation on your face almost makes Joel laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching with his suppression.

“Grandma loves her wine Mr. Miller. And she’s old enough to enjoy it!”

Joel can’t hold back any longer and lets out a bark of laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

He steps closer and gives you a once-over before taking a sip of his coffee and raising an eyebrow.

You want to stomp your feet. “I’m surprised you even have wine in this town!”

“It’s not the middle of nowhere. We have electricity, indoor plumbing and the internet! It’s all very modern.”

“Oh yeah sure it is,” you tease. “That explains the jars of penny candy then! And if that’s what you call coffee…well…”

You look to Mark standing at the cash register, “no offense Mark.”

“None taken,” the old man says kindly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Thank you Mark. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy this with my grandmother!”

You grab your bag of wine and march out the door, this time feeling the heat of Joel’s stare at your back.

“Is there anywhere else you want to go before we head back Grandma?”

She smiles and asks you to take her to the general store to visit Mark and get some coffee, telling you it’s been ages since she’s been in to see him.

“Sure Grandma. I’d get coffee too but I think I’ll pass…”

Your Grandma chuckles and pats your knee, still smiling.

As you walk around the store and listen to your Grandma talking with Mark you can’t help it as your thoughts wander back to Joel and the undeniable heat you feel whenever you’re near him. When you make it to the register your Grandma and Mark are talking in hushed voices, glancing your way and looking suspicious as you get closer.

“What’s going on?”

Your Grandma looks at you knowingly. “Mark here was just telling me that you took the pictures of Joel’s cabin for your magazine.”

Your eyebrows come together. “But how did he know that?”

“Joel told me,” Mark explains. “Said you took fantastic pictures. Really captured the heart and soul of his place.”

You smile at that and your Grandma’s face brightens.

“He’s a good man. A bit gruff, but good. Better than most actually.”

You look at your Grandma, letting her words sink in as you become more confused. “You know Joel?”

“Everyone knows everyone ‘round here baby,” your Grandma says. “And when I tell you Joel’s one of the good ones you best believe it.”

“Why should it matter to me?” you ask as realization dawns on you.

Your Grandma and Mark share an entertained expression.

“OH NO!” you say, far too loudly. “No way! There is no way in hell I’m getting involved with a big, cranky, grumpy, Lab-owning, house building, bearded lumberjack who lives in the middle of nowhere!”

Both your Grandma and Mark smirk and glance over your shoulder.

“Hi Joel,” Mark says. Good to see you again.”

You narrow your eyes at Mark. “Funny. You expect me to believe that he’s standing behind me?” Just how naïve do you think I am!”

A low rumble in your ear raises every hair on your body.

You turn until Joel’s face comes into view, his beard, complete with patches of gray, only inches from your lips.

“For the record, I’m only grumpy when people trespass on my property.”

He smiles and places some dog biscuits down on the counter before walking off down another aisle.

Your Grandma cackles. “Oh he definitely likes you.”

Mark nods enthusiastically in agreement before you look between them both and stomp off in a different direction.

Unfortunately that direction takes you smack into the hard chest of your grumpy lumberjack.

“Oof,” you mutter, closing your eyes when his strong hands close around your waist.

“You ok darlin’? You were comin’ round that corner so fast I didn’t have time to move. Sorry.”

“I’m fine,” you whisper, slowly opening your eyes until your vision is filled with the soft brown color of his.

“And by the way,” he continues. “I might be slightly grumpy, a lab-owner and a builder but I ain’t no lumberjack.”

“Really,” you muse, still standing close enough that you can feel his chest brush yours with his inhale. “Let’s see,” you point at his flannel shirt. “Plaid shirt. Check! Axe? Saw you use one of those! Check! Beard,” and you glance at his chin, your fingers slowly lifting until your brush them over his cheek.

“Check.” The last one comes out breathy and light.

Joel chuckles, dipping his head until his warm breath fans your cheek and his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“What do you say to lettin’ me take ya out for a bite to eat? There’s a local dive that makes decent food and I think they even have wine.”

You pause, trying to steady your shallow breathing.

“Well, I guess that might be okay. Considering there’s wine…and Grandma says the college boys are really cute here in town.”

Joel frowns. “College boys? I don’t think college boys would know how to satisfy a sophisticated city woman like you.”

He strokes his callused fingers over your soft jaw. “I think you might need a real man for the job.”

You still beneath his touch, then let out a slow breath.

“What makes you think I’m looking for a real man? Maybe I’ve sworn off all men for a while.”

“I don’t think you have any idea what a real man can do for you darlin’.”

Your eyes linger on his mouth and he clears his throat, but his voice still comes out gravelly and strained.

“Lumberjack men don’t fool around. What you see is what you get. And when we see what we want…”

He stares at your lips, pouting and inviting. “We take it.”

Your lips part on a breathy gasp before you recover and sass him with, “but you said it yourself, you’re no lumberjack.”

He just smiles and waits, softly tracing the outline of your jaw.

You run your tongue over your lips and stare at him.

“Okay. You can take me out.”

He grabs your hand and turns on his heel, pulling you right past the register and out the door.

(Don’t worry, Grandma got a ride home and is safe and sound- neither Joel nor our reader would never leave her hanging).

@pedritosdarling @lorilane33 @hiddles-rose @blackwidownat2814 @justkinsey @littleseasiren @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @kmc1989 @hallecarey1

[sorrinslays]

My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

[genopaint]

So many weeks to catch up on... Here's week 32...

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut (also idk if I've mentioned it before but just as an FYI if you click the names of the dragons in the read-more they'll take you to the dragon's individual posts if it got one of its own.)

Daily Dragon #217 - Marshogon

Large amphibious dragons that serve as mini islands in large swamps and marshes. Many plants and animals live on the grass that grows on their back. They eat algea and micro-organisms living in the water, so they dont attack anything on their back.

Animals on its back actually help protect it from parasites!! Another redraw... Kind of. This is more like a MASSIVE overhaul of this 2016 (i think) swamp dragon design. I couldn't recreate the log helmet in a way I like so I turned it into some kinda triceratops horn.

Daily Dragon #218 - Vulture Wyvern

Exactly what it says on the tin, these birds are MASSIVE to the point they've reached dragon status. Though they could be incredibly deadly if they attacked, they mostly eat dead and decayed animals specifically to avoid combat

Daily Dragon #219 - Sheeva

Watching Clementj64's Mortal Kombat Lore video! I love these videos and while I'm not done with this one yet (I did finish it between the original post and now, it was very good), I DID learn that Goro and Sheeva are part dragon??? Yeah that's good enough to draw them for this challenge I think!

I was gonna do Goro, and I know there's a full on Dragon King... but... Sheeva's redesign is so fucking hot... I just needed any excuse to draw it

Daily Dragon #220 - Light Green

It's been a hot minute since I've done another one of my endless amount of alt sonas. I've been thinking about drawing this weird little dinosaur... sooooooo... here she is!! what are you gonna do about it, huh???

'light green' is also just like, a joke concept little name I came up with now cause Idk what else to call her other than small dinosaur green

Daily Dragon #221 - Crashadon

These dragons have evolved to go a step further than just breathing fire, they breathe explosions! Concentrated energy breaths that release into HUGE explosions when they reach their targets! They are considered to be serious threats to nearby towns

This funny fella is a redraw of THIS funny fella from 2020 :)

Daily Dragon #222 - Salamence

Another dragon type AND another pseudo legendary! Salamence, despite being a pretty regular looking high-fantasy dragon with a great color scheme. Isn't a Pokemon I was really into until recently. It's growing on me a lot!

Daily Dragon #223 - Groundramon

Another dragon I knew I wanted to do from the! I only really became a full on Digimon fan last year after playing Cyber Sleuth, but Groundramon quickly became my favorite teammate and favorite Digimon I've seen so far :)

The only reason this one took me so long is actually the same reason Blue Eyes / Red Eyes did... They're kind of hard to draw! Digimon are incredibly detailed but that's what makes them so cool and edgy

[zahri-melitor]

Getting around to paging through August solicits:-

Event tie in month huh.

I am so conflicted over the concept of a Jenny Sparks mini. It had better be set during the 20th century, is all I can say. It's like: JENNY! MY GIRL! but also my girl you should not be appearing in a story written in 2024. Despite everyone whinging that Tom King's writing her, I think King's actually exactly the sort of writer to make Jenny shine - she's a Warren Ellis character.

On Gotham City Sirens - I am not filled with confidence as Leah Williams is writing this, given Power Girl. Look, I might be proven wrong, but hmmmm. (Also, 4 issues in a month???)

...Birds of Prey 12 has the Tiny Birds? Look, I'm a sucker for this trope, no doubt.

World's Finest with Diana will be fun.

Shazam! having so many dinosaurs this run remains hilarious to me.

[kittydragondraws]

Dead End

panic attack ensues

rambles under cut

Ads... bootiful

more... waiting

ooh thing happened and it hurts

Nice... beach

aww look at those cubicle

GIRLS

TWINS????

LIVE LADIES LIVE

DINOSAUR

AAAAAAAAH

NO HER BUFFERING FRIEND

BEAUTIFUL GIRLIES

no trauma D:

WHAT THEY CAN DO THAT

FNaF?

ice stance

AWW HE'S BIG!

WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE FRIENDLY

WAMMANA HUH

DOLL JUST DIPPER

OOOUGH ATTACK

SHE FALLIN

WAIT THEY'RE AWARE OF CYN?

omg uzi's so cute

oof ominous face

teaser image :D

how did they not get hurt by the fall

UZI HAS CONTROL OF HER SOLVER FORM

aww they're bird people

N's so silly

claws...

CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES

on the other hand male dd references :]

OH THAT'S WHY IS SAID DON'T LOOK

omg tessa's so cute

NO BABY GIRL

why didn't she fight

oh mah gosh no child

COWBOY BABY MENT SOMETHING

WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

WHAT IS THIS THING

SPIDER BOY

oh my she's kinda coot actually

darkness woman

did that say sister?

oh my god this chick feral

haha magnet

wow she axin

sentinels...?

OH MAH GAH SHE HAS ANTLERS

SHE FRRAL

bro really said valuable

just an oven...

oh my goodness UZI

ooh the w word

NORI WHAT THE HELL

why is tessa there

aww mamby what the hell

why is he not afraid?

oh my god are we gonna get like 100 more worms

oh wow she repaired herself

this chick kinda cool

liam and his wendigos

oh good they live

is this just torture?

haha i'm scared

bot went 0.0

...and uzi?

he siad it haha

wht the hell was on that screen

wait i just realized her eyes are orange, Teacher

woah they look kinda coot

she's just enjoying this

AAAAAAAAAAGH

wait so earth is gone?

so uzi wil die, okay

oh my helling gosh nah

why is she insane

oh no uzi

cowboy baby feels remorse

flashbaning her wont work scrub

httyd moment lol

BLOOOODD

dingoHUMANNA ALLANAH FITZGERALS GO AWAY

oh no stuff is happening

no not cool girl

they're sounds are nice

wll he's gone

haha v

UUUUUHM

CYN

ABS

WHATEVER

STOP IT

UZI'S OKAY RIGHT

wakey wakey....

human blood :D

baby girl

i cannot breathe

they're gonna reactivate

why u red boy

this music kinda nice ngl

i regret every fanfic i've ever watched

bro this song slaps

it's like opera

hehe hiding

my hand is shaking lalala ha ha ha

WAIT WHAT DID HIS SCREEN SAY

DOOOOOOOLO NOOOOOO DOOOOOLLLL NOOOOOOOO DOOOOOL

meh

OH MY GOD THE HORROS

i love her accent

awwwwwww hand holding

noooooo.... YAS

these two are so dumb

guns brandished lady

OH MY GOSH TESSA

oh good god doll is okay

wow she kinda cool

GET OUTTA HERE SENTINELS THIS AIN'T YOUR PLACE

why must they sound so gosh darn cute

WHAT DOES RED MEAN IS DOLL IN CONTROL

my god the boss fight begins

FINGERS DON'T BEND LIKE THAT

these things smart

v gto the killer reflexes frfr

glasses woman :D

N NO

aww she swore

if v dies i'm so gonna cry

smart is the new cool

not the actual hell woman

NONONONONONNO

THIS GOD

I HATE THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHOW

I HATE YPOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

[mavratt]

I felt that it was only fair to give you an ask of your own

What are your top 10 (real or fantasy) critters and please tell me about them

First off, how did you know I love critters? Second:

1. My all time favourite animal since I saw them on NatGeoWild years ago: the Marine Iguana! A completely herbivorous species of iguana that lives in the Galapagos, they eat sea weed and sea grass which they can dive more than 20 meters (65 feet for the yanks) to get to! (I also have a character based on one)

2. The Nile and/or Saltwater Crocodile: same reasoning as above, I love all croc species but Nile and Saltwater have a special place in my heart. I love the way crocs look, move and behave. Living in Australia, home of the salty's doesn't help either. All around just incredible creatures.

3. Bearded Vulture: number 2 and 3 are very close on this listing but I had to put crocs above my favourite bird. The bearded vulture is super cool because it's diet primarily consists of bones! It eats the bones of dead animals it finds which also means that unlike other vultures it is able to have feathers that go up to its head because it doesn't have to worry about blood and meat getting in them! They will also roll around in red dirt that makes their naturally white feathers red, making it look super cool! (I also did a lino print of one in art class last year):

4. Hoatzin: another bird but its so cool looking! How could it not be one of my favourite animals! Known as the stink bird or skunk bird, this guy smells like ass but it also has a segmented stomach system (like a cow) making it able to digest leaves and other vegetation better than any other bird. Also, as babies they have little claws on their wings that help them climb from rivers if they accidentally fall into them (making them look like dinosaurs). (I also have a character based on the Hoatzin).

5. Godzilla (sticking to the theme of dinosauric marine reptiles, huh? Maybe he just reminds me of the Marine Iguana): I just think he's neat, specifically in Shin Godzilla (2016) and Godzilla Minus One (2023) as in these movies they are incredible stand ins for their respective theme/disaster while also being great narrative foils for their respective protagonist (while also having my favourite designs of all the Godzilla's). (Godzilla is also the character that I have the most posters/merch for)

6. African Lungfish: while not the only species of fish that can breath air, they have the incredible ability to form a mucus cocoon and go into a state of torpor (like hibernation) if the water where they live dries up. I am currently doing my science assignment on them and they are super cool.

7. Thresher Shark: with a caudal fin that can be bigger than its whole body, this goofy lookin fella is my favourite shark species! They use that fin to whip fish, stunning them so they can eat it. They also use them to jump out of the water! (They also always look bamboozled and I love that)

8. Aardwolf: a super cool little hyena lookin fella that is completely insectivorous! They primarily eat termites! I just think they look cool lmao, they have a mowhawk!! Little punk rockers!!

9. Migaloo: my literal white whale. While we don't know if he is still alive or not, he has got to be my favourite whale, what I would give to see this guy irl.

10. Clydesdale horse: gotta be my favourite horse, what a beefy fella. Hard working horse that looks super neat!

(I realised as I got further from the top that I cared less and less about giving more detail than: looks cool! Visibly see my love for these animals has a drop off after 7 lmao) (I love them all I promise!)

[little-cereal-draws]

So here's a little hc i thought of, fueling my need for Nimona-found-family-including-blitzmeyer fluff.

Every three months or so is "hair dye day." Ballister has helped Ambrosius dye his hair a few times so somehow, he got delegated to be the official hairdresser. He tried to protest and say he only helped a few times with the roots but no one was listening.

It's an all day activity. Everyone puts on their ratty t-shirts and prepares. He usually starts with Ambrosius and they chat (read: flirt). He takes his time touching his roots up because he likes playing with Ambrosius' hair and will usually throw in a super secret head massage too. (Don't tell the others, they'll get jealous.)

He does Blitzmeyer next. He doesn't rush hers but he doesn't take his sweet time either. They joke and gossip and debate things only nerds would care about like weather balloons or deep sea worms or whatever. It always ends on friendly terms but it can get pretty heated in the middle lol There have been a few times where Nimona and Ambrosius will run in thinking there's a serious fight/problem/attack because they hear yelling but when they get there it's just "BIRDS ARE NOT REPITILES! THEY'RE A DIFFERENT PARAOHYLETIC CLADE!" "YES, BUT SCIENTISTS ARE TRYING TO GET RID OF PARAPHYLETIC TAXA BECAUSE IT'S OUTDATED AND MISLEADING!" "WELL, 'REPTILE' IS A TERM THAT'S NOT BASED IN TAXONOMICAL BASIS AND IS USED TO GENERALLY DESCRIBE COLD BLOODED SCALY THINGS." "THE TERM 'REPTILE' IS LITERALLY TAXONOMY but giving you the benefit of the doubt, WHAT ABOUT FEATHERED DINOSAURS AND MAMMILIAN REPTILES, HUH? ARE WE EXCLUDING THEM?? " "I REFUSE TO TALK TO YOU ANY MORE ABOUT THIS. FACE FORWARD BEFORE I POUR THE BOTTLE OF DYE DOWN THE BACK OF YOUR SHIRT!" Ambrosius and Nimona silently leave and let them figure it out on their own lol Bal and Blitzmeyer usually forget about it a few hours later so it's all good.

Nimona goes last because she usually takes the longest. Sometimes she just wants her roots redone, sometimes she wants to recolor her whole head. Ballister has asked her if she could just shift it to the color she wants and she said she could but that isn't as much fun, and she wanted to be included. So he'll dye her whole head. And it takes hours. They have to strip off the existing dye, let it sit, and then put the new dye on. She's done pink, of course, purple, green, and blue. It can be hard for her to sit still the last few hours and Bal has been doing this all day so he's tired and prone to falling for any fights she tries to pick to entertain herself. Ambrosius and Blitzmeyer will have to come and sit with them and they'll have a group discussion.

For the most part though Ballister doesn't actually mind dying their hair. It's a good bonding experience and being able to play with their hair relaxes him. It's the waiting for it to set part that stresses him. Ofc everyone is walking around w bags/plastic on their heads in ratty tshirsts and towels but Ambrosius and Blitzmeyer are both very excitable and spacey and Nimona is a troublemaker so just because they're taking precautions doesn't mean his couch won't get dyed. And then there's the mad scramble for the shower that takes three hours and leaves the tub looking like it got tie-dyed lol Even though they're all spaced out so they can take showers comfortably, Ambroisius and Blitzmeyer forget until Nimona tries to get in. And then it's "Wait, it's my turn! I've been done for four hours." "Well, I've been done for seven hours!" "Yeah, but I'm the one already in the bathroom so..."

At the end of the day, everyone, but especially Ballister, are exhausted. They'll turn on a movie and flop on the couch until bed. It might not be Ballister's favorite day but in the end, he loves to be able to help them and will do it every time.

[roxyspamcake]

Had an interesting conversation with my boyfriend the other day about Jurassic Park, because along with the message "theme park of dinosaurs bad" he also interpreted the message of the movie as "cloning extinct animals bad," and didn't really think about ways cloning extinct animals could be useful at all. Cloning is simply a tool, and in the right hands it could be incredibly beneficial.

Cloning creatures without modern habitats, like mammoths and dinosaurs, is probably both impossible and impractical. I will not argue about that. I agree with my boyfriend on that part.

But similar to artificial insemination, cloning could be a very powerful tool to save species on the brink of extinction (or extinct in the wild) that would benefit from some more diversity in their genome.

Did you know that the Scottish wildcat is extinct in the wild because it's interbred too much with domestic cats? Don't you think the remaining ones might benefit in some way from having a few mates that aren't the neighbor's kitty?

We know every single kākāpō parrot by name, because domestic cats and rats were the second worst thing to ever happen to New Zealand. Kākāpō breed when their food source of berries experiences a bumper crop. A bird named Lisa crushed one of her eggs in 2014, and it was so precious that the conservation team opted to tape and glue the shell back together. Ruapuke, who successfully hatched from it, turns ten in February 2024. But the birds are having issues with fertility now, because of the small gene pool, resulting in fewer successful eggs. Sure would be nice if we could create a couple of healthy kākāpō from museum specimens to diversify the genome, huh?

I'm not saying cloning will be the miracle fix for conservation in the future. Cloning has its own inherent difficulties I won't delve too far into. The success of a species also depends on whether or not it has a place to live that it can thrive in. But if funding wasn't a roadblock, and since these populations are so incredibly low, I think some of these animals could greatly benefit from it.

So yeah, dinosaurs aren't coming back, but I'd appreciate it if we had a few extra wild cats.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

To the people who don't think birds are dinos....

Took this pic years ago and was like"huh birds are descendants of dinosaurs." Nah that's actually just a dino. Wish I knew what type of chickens those are, but yah. LOOK AT THAT AND TELL ME THEY'RE NOT DINOSAURS.

By all accounts you can’t!

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 5: Calming Dinosaur

You were in and out of consciousness. The figure of Salami was visible. Although, you never heard what he had said.

The last time you were in and out of consciousness, you thought you saw Salami hold you and talk to a woman with purple.

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The darkness slowly faded as you could hear muffled talking around you. Your senses returning as you regained consciousness.

" But what if he fucking stared at her?!"

" Calm down, Shinagazawa. She's perfectly fine."

" If Genya was there sooner then none of this would have-"

Your heartrate increased, and a beep filled your ears. Scrambling was heard before your eyes shot open.

You panicked, mind telling you to get away. However, someone held you back from getting out of the bed.

" He really did stare at her. Fuck."

" She's following instinct..."

You struggled in whoever's arms you were held in. Your vision was blurred during your panic.

" Fuck. He stared at her for too long."

" Shinagazawa! Calm down! Just keep her steady!"

" Shit!"

You felt a sharp pinch in your arm, before you felt.... calm? Why were you feeling calm? Who held you? Who pinched you?

Whoever held you pulled you back onto the bed. You were still a bit in a state of panic. But someone made sure to hold you down.

" Easy! You're safe! Shinagazawa, get Zika!"

" The fucking Oculudentavis?!"

" YES! HURRY!"

" I AM HOLDING A FUCKING WOMAN DOWN!"

You felt the arms let go for you. You took this as a chance to get away from the danger! But another set of arms held you down.

" GO!"

You heard the sound of shoes tap against the floor as it faded. However, you still tried to get out of their grip.

" Sh~ you're okay!"

It wasn't long before the sound of wings was heard and then a snout rubbing against your cheek.

Small chirps were heard, your panic numbing. How was that possible? Was it some kind of dog mixed with bird DNA?

Your vision returned back to normal, and you finally got a look at what the creature was. You were surprised.

It was an Oculudentavis... but bigger? Wasn't it supposed to be the size of a Bee Hummingbird?

Why was it 4 times the size of a Bee Hummingbird? Did they miscalculate the amount of DNA to make it?

Footsteps echoed through your ears, but you focused on the dinosaur on your chest. It was like a dog sitting on your chest.

" Is she calm now?"

" Yes. Looks like Zika and the antidote is working. We should really put up a sign to not stare at him."

" Geez. Isn't that what Gyomei and I had requested for the past three years!"

You pet the dinosaur, and it purred. Huh. How cute. You... felt better after the dino purred and nuzzled you.

" You managed to save another victim of Kokushibo's stare yet again, Shinobu."

" Oh Shinagazawa. You know I hate to see another person lose their sanity."

Sanity? Lose It? How the hell does a fucking T-rex of all dinosaurs have that ability?! You looked at the woman.

As if she had said the most unhinged thing ever. Which she probably had said, to be completely honest.

" You forgot to tell her, didn't you?"

" ..."

You saw Shinobu just... stare at him with an irk mark on her cheek. She was scary. Beyond scary, actually.

" You really are a forgetful person, aren't you?"

" Shut up, Kocho!"

" Remember~ I can always tell my sister you like her."

" ... Touché."

How... interesting. The dinosaur made a chirp and nuzzled your cheek. Zika, was it? Very fitting name for a dinosaur like it.

" I- I didn't mean for my actions!"

They both finally turned to look at you. Zika still nuzzled you, chirping and making happy sounds. Kocho smiled at you, anger gone.

" Ah! No! That is normal when you look at Kokushibo for too long! We completely understand!"

" But-"

" Give it a rest, woman. We understand. The end."

You shut your mouth, looking down shamefully. Zika, however, decided to try to shower you with affection.

What a cute dinosaur. You kept petting her, and she purred louder. She... somehow calmed you down. Even cheering you up a bit.

Maybe you really needed to ask about each dinosaurs behaviour and ability. It would help you up a ton.

But for now, you were going to take your time to fully recover. You'll start your next task later. Which was the Spinosaurus.

Hopefully everything would go back to normal after you recover from... the event that had happened.

You crossed your fingers figuratively. You were ready. Not to deal with something like that again, but ready to go back to work.

You could only pray for a the next viewing area to be a bit better. Or hopefully the Spinosaurus didn't have any abilities.

Only Fate and Destiny had that planned already. For now, you were going to pet the cute dinosaur on your chest until you were calm.

Previous <-•-> Next

[minotaurfemme]

i love bird watching cuz every time im just like "wow these really are dinosaurs huh"

[pepsi-maxwell]

19 63 cmjf ?

ough, more cmjf summer camp with "everyone knows but them" (snippet under the cut, caveat i have zero experience with summer camps)

punk and max are counsellors at the same summer camp. max is great with the kids because he's an asshole but they find it funny. punk's busy trying to keep a whole camp full of kids alive, plus stop max getting into fights with some of the other counsellors

this would be a lot easier if people would stop asking awkward questions about why he keeps looking at max all the time

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All the kids love Max.

Punk kinda gets it, in a weird way. There's less of an age difference between him and them than the rest of the counsellors, and his asshole comments come off as hilarious rather than obnoxious, often sending them into fits of giggles.

Plus, he's apparently the best at throwing them bodily into the lake. Punk watches as he tosses another one into the glittering blue water before kissing his bicep, the rest of them screaming with excitement.

“Why are you always staring at him?”

He jumps, not expecting one of them to creep up on him like that. “Jesus, Jack, warn a guy first, will you?”

Jack just looks up at him in that way kids do, like he's trying to figure out a really hard puzzle, and Punk feels a sudden sense of dread. A need to fend him off before he starts asking more questions.

“Anyway, why aren't you in the lake with the other kids, huh? You been climbing trees again?”

“No,” Jack says emphatically, but it's not helped by the leaves tangled up in his curly hair. Punk plucks one out and raises an eyebrow at him.

“I wasn't climbing trees, I was in the bushes with Luchasaurus. He can't swim,” he says, holding up his stuffed dinosaur like it explains everything. “And I saw you watching him, why are you looking at Max all the time?”

Too late. Fuck.

“Well, I want to make sure he's not doing anything too dangerous that's gonna hurt somebody, Jack.”

It's a little true. Not that Max has ever injured someone before; he's always been incredibly safe, but as he picks up Garcia by the ankle and wrist and launches him, sending him flying, it makes enough sense.

More sense than the real answer, which is that he doesn't really know.

“My sister says if you look at someone a lot it means you really, really like them.”

Bullshit she did, Punk thinks. His sister's been glaring daggers at Christian Cage for the past two summers they've been working together, and he's pretty sure she doesn't—

Although.

That would explain a number of things.

Not that he likes Max. He's… alright, he's annoying, but he doesn't like him, certainly not in the way that this kid is implying. Christ, why couldn't he have asked about the birds and the bees instead?

“What makes you think I like him?” he asks, trying not to sound vaguely panicked, but also he needs to know where people are getting that impression from, who else is going around thinking this.

“Well, you always sit next to him when we build a campfire—”

Well, that's just a coincidence. Everyone has to sit somewhere, and if he likes to keep an eye on Max in the dark to make sure he's not up to anything stupid, then that just benefits everyone—

“And you yelled at Bryan when Max's special meal wasn't there that one dinner—”

Okay, he didn't yell, and even if he did it was only because Max is a nightmare when he gets hangry and he didn't want to deal with him like that—

“And Darby said he saw you pulling his hair one night and then you started rolling around on the ground with him, and then Eddie told him to go back to bed, and Christian says if you pull someone's hair it means you like-like them—”

Well, that was…

That was a fight. That was just a dumb fight where they'd grappled each other over some inane bullshit he can't even remember. Nothing had even happened, but he makes a note to have the world's most uncomfortable talk with Kingston to find out what the fuck he saw and why he didn't think to fucking mention it—

“Christian Cage is a liar and a bad influence, so don't listen to him, alright?”

Max glances in their direction and must catch the look of absolute mortified desperation on Punk's face, because he makes a beeline over to them.

Punk tries to take his eyes off his calves as he runs, he really does. They're just so defined, he gets a little jealous is all.

“See?” Jack says, with all the conviction of a seven year old vindicated.

Punk wishes he could tell a seven year old to shut the fuck up.

“Hey, Jungle Jack, mind if I borrow Punky-boy for a second?” Max says, not even waiting for an answer before scooping a protesting Punk up over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. “Thanks buddy!”

“Max, what—put me the fuck down, you asshole,” he demands, watching Jack run back off into the bushes, uncaring. Little shit.

“Hmm. Nope,” he responds, breaking into a light jog. “Chuck wanted to see if I could throw you into the lake, and we gotta give the people what they want, now, don't we?”

Punk tries to kick his legs, wriggle free, but Max's arm is tight against his side, pressing his stomach into his shoulder, and then his hand shifts, grabbing his ass for a better hold—

Oh.

Punk feels his mental perspective shift, like he's been staring at an optical illusion for the last five hours and he's finally seen the vase, not the two people talking, but before he can fully process it, reality shifts as Max tosses him bodily out into the water.

The kids are still cheering by the time Punk surfaces, drenched to the bone, hair flat against his face, wiping the water from his eyes.

He glares up at Max as Max grins back down at him, and he thinks, no, he definitely doesn't like-like him.

[hiddenwashington]

time goes by quickly, & before you know it, april is here. the snow has given way to the spring warmth, the birds already singing outside windows & the squirrels already scurrying across the trees. the days beckon dc’s citizens to venture outside of their cozy, winter-proof homes, inviting to even some of the most unimpressed of people after a long, cold season. things have seemed almost ... perfect, for most, these past couple weeks. however, the first of the month also brings the notorious april fools, & the city must think it’s about time to play its tricks. so when morning comes, it’s not the the beautiful, spring sunrise that brings people to consciousness, but instead, it’s the loud, vibrating stomps of dinosaurs roaming the streets. huh.

OOC INFORMATION

hello, hi, welcome friends !! happy april fools !! some of you have been begging for dinosaurs, & despite the stubbornness from a few of us ( myself included ), we are good admins, so we are here to deliver! this isn’t a very plot-heavy event in the slightest, but it’s meant to be a quick fun thing to celebrate a particularly silly little day. so just ride with the flow, go wild, & do with this as you will! ♥

DATES :

APRIL 1 - APRIL 3

unlike our other events, there is no plotting period – this event starts IMMEDIATELY.

this event will last for 12 hours in character, 2 days out of character!

THE DINO-SHAPED FRIENDS :

the magic has brought dinosaurs to the streets of washington dc! however, even the most aggressive types are content to mind their own business unless provoked, a rare treat from the city. most would still snap if people were to get a little too close, but as long as one were to keep their distance, it wouldn’t be unexpected for the dinosaurs & humans to live together in harmony, for just this one day.

then again, humans aren’t exactly known for their common sense & self control. so.

any dinosaurs you can think of ( + your pterosaurs because they might as well be dinosaurs ) can be found in dc for this day of fun! this might include, but is certainly not limited to the :

t-rex, pterodactyl, spinosaurus, brontosaurus, diplodocus, triceratops, chicken, velocoraptor, stegosaurus, & brachiosaurus!

QUICK HOUSEKEEPING :

please be sure to TAG ALL MINIEVENT THREADS as something similar to ‘hwminievent5′, ‘hw dinopocolypse’, ‘mini event’, ‘my dinosaur adventure’, something that makes it clear that these threads are taking place during the event!

please, please, please tag all triggers. if a thread feels like it is getting too intense, remember to use a read more. we will be monitoring threads and messaging about triggers. A REFRESHER FOR THOSE IS RIGHT HERE

this is supposed to be a fairly chill event, so if you plan on using this event to kill off or majorly injure your character, please DO message the main first as per our usual rules!!

we will be offering ONE FREE STARTER FOR EACH WRITER, not each character, just as we always do!! that is only for saturday the 1st!

unlike our full events, you DO NOT have to put other threads on hold! this is another minievent so it is not mandatory for anyone to participate in, so you’re more than welcome to continue on as normal!

again, just have fun & go wild! please feel welcome to get creative with this & and we hope this means you stop askin– i mean, that your characters like this once-in-a-lifetime chance to live with friendly-ish dinosaurs! we can’t wait to see what you all do with this! please do not hesitate to ask any questions that may arise & let us know if you need help! with that all said, as always, PLEASE LIKE THIS WHEN YOU HAVE READ IT ALL! ♥

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

(I'm three chapters into the Obikin Jurassic Park AU and no dinosaurs have shown up yet. [Cue Ian Malcolm: You are planning on having, uh, dinosaurs, on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello?])

“All right. So,” Obi-Wan said, straightening up and starting to pace. It helped him think. “We’re in a depression. That likely means…” He pointed to the group, made up of students and tourists alike, that were fanned around them, waiting for someone to shout out the answer.

“Water,” Cody finally said. Not who Obi-Wan had been asking, but he’d take it.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said with a nod. “Water.”

“A lakebed?” Anakin suggested. One of the tourists scoffed, at the idea of there ever having been lakes in the Badlands, but Obi-Wan ignored them. He’d only explained geologic time about fifteen times already this week alone.

“Then what killed them? They had food, water,” Cody said, challenging Anakin’s interpretation.

“Maybe they were fighting with each other!” one of the schoolchildren shouted.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No; these specimens are too intact for that.”

Anakin was looking at the fossils upside-down, now, his neck twisted at an uncomfortable-looking angle. “Postmortem contraction of posterior neck ligaments.” He turned right-side-up to look at Obi-Wan again. “Velociraptor?”

Obi-Wan grunted in agreement. “Could be. Good shape, too.”

“God,” Anakin breathed through his nose. He’d started brushing some dirt away with a camel-hair brush. “Look at the half-moon shape in the wrist. These guys were halfway toward flight already.”

Half the crowd snickered in laughter. Anakin looked up, surprised. Obi-Wan didn’t bother. He was already well-aware of the reaction laypeople tended to have – even when confronted with empirical evidence – at the idea that dinosaurs have more in common with modern-day birds than reptiles.

But Anakin clearly hadn’t been around long enough to anticipate the reaction. “What?” he asked, looking around the group in bewilderment. “Look at the pubic bone” – he pointed. “It’s turned backwards from ours, just like a bird. The vertebrae…” He shuffled to the side without standing up. “It’s filled with air sacs and hollows, just like a bird. Hell, even the word ‘raptor’ means ‘bird of prey’.” He cocked his head to the side and gestured to Obi-Wan over his shoulder. “Haven’t any of you read his book?”

There were some uncomfortable stares and shuffling of feet. Cody, loyally, raised his hand.

“Huh,” Anakin said. He had clearly not expected that answer. (Obi-Wan had. He’d gotten a job from his first book, tenure from his second book, and a promotion from his third book, so he wouldn’t say he was unhappy with any of them, but bestsellers they were not.) Anakin looked back down at the newly discovered specimens again. “Well,” he sighed. “They were pack hunters, anyway.”