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uhhh......hello again? it has been a hot minute oh boy oh boy.

#watch me hack back into all my rp accounts and cry bc I can't remember my tag systems #yikes and a half

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

“Everyone ends up alone.” “Stay close to me.” “We need to get away.” “This is all for you.” “How could you be so heartless?” “There’s gotta be another way out.” “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” “Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” “You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” “We both know how this ends.” “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” “I’m a mess.” “At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” “I’ll look after you.” “I wasn’t looking for this.” “Here’s my number.” “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” “You see?” “Come on let’s go and play!” “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” “You make me crazy from happiness.” “You’re my prince from the fairy tale.” “Where do I go if you leave?” “I was afraid you don’t care about me.” “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” “We need to talk.” “Where did I go wrong?” “I lost a friend.” “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” “I can do it!” “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” “We only have each other.“ “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” “We are meant to be.”

#( .meme )#( .tbd )

....hello friends i am alive.

#( .out of teeth )#( I AM TRASH )#( SORRY FRIENDS )#( I'VE BEEN ILL )#( AMONG OTHER THINGS )#( .tbd )

bluesalpha

Do not shoot my RAPTORS. …Please.

#( .selfus reblogus )#( .self promo )

Do you think they should have created Blue and the others closer to real Raptors? Feathers and all?

Personally, no. The films must stick to their original source material despite scientific knowledge changing. Technically, we knew about feathered dinosaurs before the first film hit theaters– the first fossil of a non-avian feathered dinosaur was found in 1987 (avimimus portentosus) . Another wasn’t found until 1994, one year after the first movie premiered, and there wasn’t a huge boom of feathered-dino artifacts until the late 90s. Jurassic Park premiered in 1993, when it was still commonly accepted that most dinosaurs probably looked reptilian. The dinosaurs in the film reflected this belief; the film also had an easy defense for any scientific backlash by explaining that the gaps in the recovered dino DNA were filled in with amphibian DNA.

The dinosaurs featured in The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997) and Jurassic Park III (2001) were either part of the original Jurassic Park bunch or directly related to that sampling (thanks to the hermaphroditic anomalies that allowed some of the all-female cast to change their biological sex for reproduction). Dr. Wu explains again in Jurassic World that none of the animals in the park are purely dinosaurs; their genetic codes are riddled with the DNA of other animals.

Could Wu and his team have opted to use more avian DNA to produce animals that look, presumably, more like their ancient ancestors? Probably. But they already had dinosaurs recovered from taking back the island to build the park. The T-Rex’s scars show that she is the same Tyrannosaurus featured in the first film. She cannot be the only dinosaur recaptured for the new park. It’s highly unlikely that Masrani, Wu, and their teams would eradicate an existing population of dinosaurs while taking back Isla Nublar. They had dinosaurs that look reptilian. The public probably expected dinosaurs that look reptilian. If the Indominus Rex’s genetic makeup is anything to go by, Wu and his team went right back to the basics: frog DNA. It makes sound canonical sense, and I’m glad that Spielberg chose to stick with the imperfect, non-accurate dinosaurs for the new film. I like the way that they look, and I think it serves as a reminder that these animals are the products of genetic modification. They’re not meant to be accurate. They’re meant to be scary.

#anon #answered #( .out of teeth )#( i am sorry i wrote an essay )

"How long have you been sick?"

sick starter sentences

“I am not sick.”

He says, despite the aches throbbing up and down his back and the redness of his eyes and the congestion clogging up his speech. He coughs, though he tries to pass it o as merely clearing his throat– either way, his eyes water and he quickly swipes the salty wetness away with the back of his hand as he sniffs.

“It’s just– It’s allergies. I’m fine.”

#womaninherits #answered

here is an early munday pic because i am going back to work tomorrow and am not sure if i will have time to get online. please enjoy how adorable my puppy is. his name is thor.

#( .out of teeth )#( .munday )#( .mun alert )

veggiesaur-deactivated20150718

“–Raptor exhibitor?” She let out a nervous laugh, slowly bringing up one arm to hug herself before unconsciously leaning away from him. Of course she would come across someone who dealt with those monstrous things.

“I would really rather not.”

bluesalpha

She’s certainly not the first person he’s met with an aversion to velociraptors. People always seem fascinated until they get close. It’s the teeth, he figures. They are rather daunting. He laughs a little, gently nudging her shoulder.

“Not a fan of the carnivores, I presume?”

#veggiesaur #( owen pls )#( do u know the shit lex has s e e n )

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╳ ░ A N D R E W ░ ╳

❛ It’s FINE, I’ve GOT IT. ❜

He brushed Owen away, eyes focused on the crimson puddle forming beneath his leg. At least he didn’t ASK about what happened, not only would be unhappy with his silent answer. But Andrew believed that if Owen decideed to PESTER him enough, at some point he would tell him the TRUTH, and he wouldn’t be too HAPPY with that EITHER.

It was then he noticed the dirt covering his legs like a thin veil. There would’ve been no POINT in covering it in GAUSE only for the nasty BITE MARK to get INFECTED.

So instead of asking for a wet cloth, Andy decided he could get it himself. He’s been doing fine on his own for this long, ONE TRIP down the hallway without Owen’s help wouldn’t KILL him.

He suddenly shifted his weight to the edge of the bed, and tried his very BEST not to FALL OVER.

bluesalpha

“Hey-- stop.”

Owen snaps to his feet, hands clamping down on his brother‘s slender shoulders. His voice is stern, his jaw clenched, eyes set seriously as he watches the younger’s features for flickers of pain, for uncomfortable quivers. He presses him down, guiding him back to the bed.

“Don’t be an idiot. This is how you’ll kill yourself, you know.”

He shuts his mouth; big-brother banter; lecturing. He sounds like their damn father. Owen hangs his head; he sighs heavily, recollecting-- refocusing.

“Look, just---- sit still. Where do you keep your soap?”

#raptcrpunk #( oh dear! the poor thing! )#( and he's bout to lectured by his bro )

cdearings

“Of course they have no idea.” She doesn’t want to say the same words over and over again (They’ll never come back.) but in a way he’s right. They’re going to have a slew of negligence lawsuits on her hands by the time the day is done – if it ever ends at all – and she’s not ready to have her name slammed in the media. John Hammond’s rolling in his grave is an almost guaranteed headline.

The media isn’t her concern; what her concern is is locating her boys. Claire picks up her phone as she makes the call to control, waiting anxiously for Lowery to pick up. The right is sudden, uncalculated – out of control.

“Yes, the Gyrosphere. Their signal was last picked up there going off to the restricted zones. I just hope that was–” The hand’s enough to make her focus less on the road, but she still keeps down the empty road. Finally, she hears Lowery’s voice on the other end, and she relaxes. “Lowery? Oh, thank god. It’s Claire. –Yeah, we’re on our way, they– what?”

Her voice cracks up a couple octaves, heart pounding in her ears. Gone. They’re off the face of the map. “What do you mean you can’t track their signal anymore!?”

bluesalpha

Owen feels a pang of guilt for the harshness of his words. He grabs onto the dashboard, body swaying with the movements of the truck. He listens to her frantic conversation while scanning the barren road before them for any sign of life-- human, reptilian, or otherwise. He can faintly hear Lowery’s end of the conversation; one word, in particular, that swells through the static: GONE.

“Don’t slow down.”

Big, blue signs flash past them advertising the boardwalk and the petting zoo and the tyrannosaurus paddock. Owen frowns, attention split between piecing together Claire’s broken conversation and looking for-- yes! that’s it!

“Left. Make a left here. Follow this road to the valley. Find out the last place control had their signal; we’ll track them from there.”

#cdearings #( i'm sorry this is so late!! )

confidentialisms

She knows she should be in her own bed right now, trying to sleep. But his warmth bleeds through her sweatshirt, into the skin of her arm and she decides she can grant herself just a few moments of this. Even when the hand on her knee seems like a terribly bad idea, she doesn’t move.

“No more than usual.” It’s a lie, but she’s conceding enough just being here. Letting him play head doctor isn’t on her to-do list. “What about you?”

bluesalpha

She’s hiding something. He can hear it in her tone, feel it in her stiff posture-- but he does not push. He hums quietly; shoulders sag under the weight of all he’d like to say, all the things piling up in his head until his body cannot bear the weight. A lot of it is classified-- much more is simply too close to the vest. He isn’t quite sure what counts as sharing territory between them. Owen shrugs; sighs.

“A lot, I guess.”

#confidentialisms

Came for the booty, stayed for the booty.

describe my blog in terms of: came for the ___, stayed for the ___.

look at that booty, show me the booty give me the booty, i want the booty back up the booty, i need the booty i want the booty, oh what a booty

#anon #answered #( .out of teeth )#( i'm firing myself )

hc + internet

send me hc + a word and i’ll write a headcanon

Outside the realm of combat/weaponry advances (infrared, scopes, navigation systems, cams and comms, etc), Owen is not exactly tech-savvy. He can Google anything in a pinch, but on a day-to-day basis he finds web navigation to be exhausting and a huge, unnecessary pain in the ass. You’ll only find him using a computer when he absolutely has to.

#heartofapep #answered #( .headcanon )

doublecrestcd-blog-blog-blog

heartofapep raptcrpunk raptorleader bluesalpha

{☠} A soft SQUEAL escapes her jaws as she gets closer, eyes scanning the area before proceeding even further. As she stands there is quiet, not making a single sound…just..STARING.

bluesalpha

He stills-- every muscle frozen, to the point where he’s just about holding his breath. Her stare is fierce, and strong, and unrelenting. He does not dare flinch; does dare blink. He meets her eyes, takes a long, slow, steadying breath; he ducks his head down in a display of submission (turning the power rightfully to her) and he waits.

“.....”

#doublecrestcd #( thank you for the starter! )

veggiesaur-deactivated20150718

“You seem a bit out of place in this tourist trap.” No Hawaiian shirt, no sandals… Maybe he worked here?

bluesalpha

“Well, I’m not exactly a tourist.” He grins and shrugs his shoulders; offers his hand for her to shake. “Owen Grady. Raptor exhibitor. You should stop by-- see what we’re all about.”

#veggiesaur

nobodiesgovernorarchive-blog

to him, the time is ticking slow giving him a chance to enjoy his break. normally, he grabs two cups of coffee at the jurassic world cafe and heads over to the raptor exhibit. since his meeting with owen grady, his fear of dinosaurs has lessen to a more approachable account ( but still very cautious ). the guys working around there have seen his face before and know exactly why rick arrived. he’s pointed down to a hallway where owens office is. the door is open, cracked, and rick gives his signature knock once, twice, three times.

❝ i’m on break. ❞

he sits on an open part of the desk and offers him the coffee to which he then takes a sip of his own. it tastes bitter to him, then again he never liked their coffee much. from his various facial features from the tasting of the coffee he was sure owen knew that too– yet he would deny any sort of the truth involving him finding an excuse to visit him at work. he doesn’t need an excuse, at least not at this point in their relationship. the cup remains in his hands, not wanting to be drank anymore. ricks head tilts to examine some paper work on the trainers desk when curiosity peaks to him.

❝ whatcha doin’? ❞

bluesalpha

It’s a rarity to find Rick Grimes anywhere near the raptor enclosure-- at least, it was. Owen has been pleased with the frequency of Rick’s visits to the pen. He grins, graciously accepting the offered coffee and settling down behind his desk while taking his first, much-needed sip.

“Oh, you know. Reports.”

The annoying little slips of paper Hoskins was constantly hounding him about; as if he could compile every detail of his raptors into neat little categories, as if he could neatly tuck every bit of data into a labeled pocket. This is breathing work. His subjects are not subjects-- they are beings, beings that matter to him but that his constituents regard as mere things. That and being cooped up inside a stuffy, messy office is giving him a damn headache. Owen gestures at Rick with chin before taking another sip of coffee-- bitter, just the way he likes it.

“I could use a break, though. What d’ya say we take a walk? I need air.”

#nobodiesgovernor

itsalec-hi

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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