#saurous

[scottmemelordstrashpile]

Why didn't they just kill Godzilla with buckshot? Were they stupid?

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Y/N: "Look how healthy I am Sammy, I got tofu I'm my noodles instead of meat"

Sam glancing over: "That's great but what's that?

Y/N: "Uh.... Potstickers"

Sam: "Nice try but the potstickers kinda ruined your healthy noodles"

Y/N: "Sorry Sammy I'm a meat-o-saurous and I crave meat, I need it in my mouth!"

Dean clears his throat: "Is that so sweetheart? Lucky for you I have some meat just for you, and so does Cas. So what do you say we leave Sammy to research and we have some fun?"

Castiel to Dean: "I do not remember that dinosaur Dean"

[beeceit]

That's Too Many Ghosts In The Shell

@amevello-blue chucking my funny little guys at your funny little guy :)

(Ghost is from Ghost In The Shell by Ame, the other two are from That's Too Many Leos, Put One Back by me :) )

(I hope I understood this boo-ing thing right lol)

Ghost looked down to find a ridiculously small turtle in a blue handmade dress staring up at him.

His Leo had been that small once. Where did the years go?

“Hi!”

“Oh, uh, hi.”

He kneeled down to meet the child’s eyes properly.

“I’m Leo! But everyone calls me Bitty cuz it’s confusing cuz Uncle Nardo was Leo first. Well, we were both Leo first, but he’s older and I’m not supposed to be in our world except I am cuz Uncle Mikey messed up, so he gets to be called Leo. Except they still call me Leo sometimes when I’m in trouble. Anyways, you should call me Bitty though.”

Ghost’s head spun from the rapid fire information spam.

“It, uh, it suits you. I’m Ghost.”

Bitty tilted his head.

Looking down, he saw a dinosaur hand drawn in crayon on what must have been a sticker label from some restaurant once upon a time.

“That’s a silly name, I like it. Oh! Gimme your hand!”

Ghost held his hand out palm side down, confused.

The little one’s tail wagged furiously behind him as he reached into his dress pocket. He pulled something out and pushed it gently onto Ghost’s hand, grinning so widely it almost looked painful.

“It’s a ankle- ann- ankle o saurous.”

Ghost chuckled.

“You wanna see my sticker collection? My Uncle Donnie helped me make it, he’s super super super smart at dinosaurs!”

“Ankylosaurus?”

Bitty giggled and nodded aggressively.

A familiar yet not voice shouted from across the room.

“I would love to.”

Bitty grinned and started to root around in his very full bag.

"Oi, creature!"

Ghost flinched and snapped his head up to see a goggles wearing Donnie searching the room. 

"Child thing, where did you go?" He snatched an oversized travel mug from a groggy looking Raph and peered inside. He handed it back with a disappointed huff and pointedly ignored the death glare he received. "I take my eyes off that kid for one second, I swear, and he's disappeared to Newton only knows where."

Ghost chuckled, knowing the feeling well. He patted Bitty’s head and stood up.

"That wouldn't happen to be your uncle, would it?"

"Hmm? Oh! Yeah yeah yeah, that's him! Hi, Uncle Donnie! I'm over here!"

Donatello pushed his goggles back on top of his head and looked over. He huffed, then smiled in relief once he saw Bitty. In a few long strides he crossed the room and scooped Bitty up, giving him a light toss in the air before he hugged him and gently boked his forehead against the boy’s head.

“Creature, what have we said about taking off without telling anyone?”

Bitty huffed, crossing his arms.

Donatello raised an eyebrow and looked at Ghost who suddenly looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but right there.

“That that’s how you get eaten.”

“Exactly, that’s how you get eaten. Do you want to get eaten?”

“But Uncle Donnieee, there’s no monsters here! Just a bunch of really sad old versions of you and my other uncles! And Mister Ghost, but I don’t know what Mister Ghost is, cuz he looks like Uncle Raphie except teeny but he’s wearing purple and I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules. Only Donnies are allowed to wear purple, you said so. And he can’t be a Donnie cuz he’s all sharp and circley shaped and you’re rectangle shaped and have eyebrows.”

He looked him over then shrugged and shifted his grip on Bitty to hold out a hand.

“Hamato Donatello.”

Ghost flinched.

“No, I mean I’m Hamato Donatello. And you are?”

Ghost relaxed and shook his hand.

“Psst psst Uncle Donnie,” Bitty ‘whispered’ loudly into his ear. “Mister Ghost is super smart about dinosaurs, too!”

“Ghost.”

Donatello squinted but let it go, deciding for possibly the first time in his life to mind his own business.

“I would expect as much. What’s your favorite?”

“Oh! Argentinosaurus for sure, they’re so cool.”

Donatello hummed, satisfied.

“Good choice. I’m partial to the Sauroposeidon, myself.”

“Uhh Uncle Donnie, I thought Argentino used to be a country.”

“That’s Argentina, and yes, it was. They named the dinosaur after the country.”

“But the dinosaur came first, though.”

“It did, yes. Alright, Bitty, say goodbye to Mister Ghost, Raph found us a table and it’s well past your dinner time.”

Donatello covered Bitty’s face with his hand. Bitty licked it, laughing when Donatello cringed and wiped the spit off on Bitty’s dress.

Bitty pouted and threw his arms up.

“What? Nooo I didn’t get to show him my book yet!” Bitty lit up. “Wait! Uncle Donnie, can he eat with us? Please please please please pleaaaaaaaaaaaase?”

Bitty giggled, triumphant, and turned his massive wet eyes to Ghost.

“Eugh, again with the puppy eyes, you master manipulator. I’m not the one you need to ask, though.”

Ghost checked to see that his kids were still doing alright, playing with a giant (slightly terrifying but apparently very safe and friendly) blue fox thing on the other side of the room.

“Please can you come eat with us and talk about dinosaurs with me?”

“You know what? I’d love to.”

Donatello mouthed ‘thank you’ and led him to the next room where the rest of his family sat, all a little worse for wear, but happy nonetheless. Bitty was welcomed to the table with big grins all around and a forehead bump from a little boy just barely older than him.

It brought Ghost some comfort to see that despite the circumstances, this little Leo was so loved and so well cared for even by a family that wasn’t strictly his own.

No matter what universe, it seemed the Hamato Clan would always have a thing for picking up strays. He hoped that would never change.

[berryshipbasket]

SCARY SCARE-SAUROUS He's so silly I love him

Based this prompt by @rebeccaselfships !!!

I know it's probably supposed to be one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes but I could put up the opportunity to draw him in a dino onesie

[pearlzier]

If you want to be on a first name bases its Theo (big surprise!) My name’s actually a mix of a thesaurus and theo + saurous like a dinosaur

I WAS THINKING THAT BUT I WAS LIKE WHAT IF THEIR NAME ISNT THEO AND IM TWEAKIN I LOVE UR USER ASW

[mkdigi]

It's a Great Day for Bacon

It's a Great Day for Bacon! Check out this recipe and learn more about riblets with Blackberry Meadows Farm!

Welcome to the first edition of the Pork Gazette! My name is Billy and I am a Pork-a-holic. Some of my friends call me Pork Billy, some call me The Meat-A-Saurous. (And some don’t call me ‘cause they know I’ll eat all their bacon. LOL.) In this piggy chronicle, we will explore the many varieties of bacon, sausage and other fine pork products from Greg, Jen, and the Blackberry Meadows farm…

[snapsicle]

look at these guys!!!!

[dayenurose]

Six Sentence Sunday

It’s time for another Six Sentence Sunday update. While definitely more than six sentences, I couldn’t wait to share. Here’s a sneak peek at an upcoming holiday story I’ve been working on. Enjoy a glimpse of Betty, Jughead, and their kids. 

“Mommy!” Juliet pelted out of the kitchen and flung her body at her mother’s legs, almost knocking Betty over with the force of the embrace. Betty picked up her daughter and nuzzled her cheek against Juliet’s dark curls. Streaks of white powder—flour—liberally mixed with the inky black and the little girl’s hands were sticky.

“What mischief have you been up to?” Betty asked. She wasn’t too worried about the amount of trouble the children could have gotten into while she napped. There was supposedly three adults looking out for them.

“We’ve been baking,” Baxter explained proudly as he bounded from the kitchen a moment after his sister. While his dark curls appeared to be free of flour, though his t-shirt with the red Santa-saurous Rex made up for the lack with an abundance of flour splatter.

“I can see.”  Betty ruffled his hair. Baxter scrunched up his face and attempted to smooth down the wayward curls.

Juliet pressed her lips to Betty’s ear and whispered loudly, “We’re making cookies for Santa.”

“Are you now?” Betty led her little parade back to the kitchen to find the rest of the adults. Jughead stood in front of the oven exchanging a cookie sheet laden with over-baked gingerbread men for one with freshly cut out stars.  JB and FP sat at the dining room table, guarding the assortment of cooling gingerbread. They appeared to be falling down on their job, since there were quite a few open spots among the otherwise orderly lines of cookies. Or, more likely they were the culprits for the missing gingerbread men, especially since she was presently witnessing JB pop the leg from one of missing into her mouth. 

“Don’t go spoiling your appetite,” Betty said in mock disapproval. Over the years, she’d found she never had to worry about that happening. “Remember, Jug’s making dinner.” 

JB offered the least convincing innocent expression Betty had ever seen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

The kids, oblivious to the pilfered gingerbread continued to chatter. 

“We’re gonna decorate them.” Juliet wiggled out of  Betty’s arms and climbed onto the chair pressed against the counter. Kneeling on the chair, she grabbed a bowl with red icing dripping over the sides and began stirring the more enthusiasts than skill. Red pooled on the counter as she held the bowl at a thirty degree angle. Before more icing could stain the countertop, Jughead rescued the bowl, while he balanced the hot cookie sheet high above the kids’ heads.

“Daddy told us that these are Santa’s favorite.” Baxter chimed in as he headed to the sink to wash his hands.

“I bet he did.” Betty caught Jughead’s eyes over the heads of their children. He winked cheekily as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips tasted of spice and sugar. 

With a mischievous grin of her own, Betty gave an exaggerated shrug. “And here I thought Santa’s favorite was my peppermint brownies. I guess I’ll just have eat all the ones we brought for Santa by myself.”

“Noooo!” Jughead moaned in an loud exaggerated fashion. He scooped Betty up in his arms and spun her around the small kitchen. He peppered quick kisses along her jaw and lips. His overt affection and silliness, elicited squeals from their kids and amused laughter from the adults.

As set her down, Jug held her while they waited for the balance to return. “Santa has plenty of room for all the cookies.”

“I bet he does.” Betty patted his stomach.

“Get a room.” JB covered her eyes in mock abhorrence at their public display of affection.

“We might just do that.” Jughead smirked at his sister. “You volunteering to babysit?”

[checkingoutforheroes]

You are not an American and the Avengers are having a movie night + sleepover

Tony: Okay, let's attack the theater hall!

Clint: Come on guys, no need to tell twice. I can't wait for movies.

Natasha: Clint, you said that because you want to sleep.

Clint: No I don't.

Tony: Evan if Steve is way older than you and old people sleep through the movies, I agree with Romanoff on this one.

Y/n: Thanks for that dinner, Wanda. It was so delicious!

Wanda: Pleasure. But really, I just cooked 1 dish. Tony ordered the rest. Its kind of his thing.

Y/n: What is his thing?

Natasha: 'We save the world, we deserved better treatment'. Meaning that we don't have to do anything else when we can just get it.

Wanda: For example, just oder any food that you want to eat. Chores absolutely no no. He had cleaning company for that. Yes they came everyday. Also party for every single occasion. I mean every single of it and he doesn't take no and rejection.

Y/n: Seriously?

Natasha: He's a Stark, I'm surprised he doesn't put his name in Prime Minister list for election. The government need him more than he needs them.

Y/n: I see. Say, Wanda. What or how are you with government?

Wanda giggles: I told them to go fuck themselves.

Y/n: So kick-ass. You, Natasha?

Natasha: What's a government?

Y/n: That's so bad ass. With a good ass..

Wanda & Natasha: ....

Y/n sigh: That.. That came out wrong, isn't it? I'm sorry. I didn't mean you know...

Natasha smiling big: Don't worry. We understand.

Steve: Ladies. I prefer you guys come to the theater hall righ now.

Natasha: Let's go before they burn it down.

Tony: There you are. What took you guys so long? making out with each other?

Wanda: We've been gossiping...

Tony: Without me?!

Wanda smirking: about you.

Clint: Hey, are we going to watch movies or not?!

Natasha: Relax, grandpa..

Steve: Y/n, you choose the movie tonight.

Y/n excited: Okay. Uhhh, how about that Jerry Fuck?! That was awesome right? I haven't seen it in a long time.

Avengers: ....

Clint: Hah! If you play that movie, believe me, I be up until the end of it.

Tony: Pardon me..? What movie again?

Y/n hesitate: Jerrrry F dot dot k? I'm sorry, am I not allowed to swear or something??

Steve: I don't think Tony had that in his list.

Tony: Actually, I-

Steve: Zip it, Tony!

Wanda: I don't think that's what she meant. Right?

Natasha: Y/n dear, what's the synopsis of that movie?

Y/n: The one with a lot of dinosaurs. They have raptors. Meat-saurous and Veggie-saurous. Something like that.

Avengers: *burst out of laughter.

Y/n: what??!! Do you guys hate dinosaurs or something?

Tony: Damn you're good, kid. I'm keeping you here.

Natasha smiling: It's Jurassic Park.

Steve: I'm worry about you sometimes.

[sharkjumpers]

A stay-go-saurous HAHAHAH

[dragqueenpentheus]

i cant stop pronouncing rhinoceros as rhino-saurous

[pickleandthequeen]

“And that, children, is what’s known as a Jerk-a-Saurous”

[calvinsbabygirl]

I live on a farm with family and we have many cats... and I give them all stupid nicknames

I shall list them here for you(no pictures)

Jaffy

JJ Boi

Dr. Strangelove

Turburburbur

Totamy Wosamy

Knyter Biter

Chorlie Borlie

Speckle Fleckle

Crow Kitty

Super Fly

Beep-a-saurous

Jeffrey Baby

[kanawolf]

Diggin-saurous-rick

I love tiny heist

[bilociraptor1990]

Ignite Intro!

Name: Alysha. Age: 28. Timezone: -7gmt. Pronouns: she/her. About Yourself: Hello! I'm Alysha! A trash panda derp-a-saurous. If I seem cranky tell me to eat a snack cause I'm probably just hangry ;) -  ANYWAYS - this is my main blog but really I’ll probably be posting from:            alygatorswamp         Reaction Gif:

[thunder-stuck]

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