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𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

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jurassic park + mean girls

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archived. moved to @ianmalcolm

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time to revive my nedry blog

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hi

[ourpaleobotanist]

the big lebowski script starters .   -   pt  2  /  2 .

‘   fuck it. let’s go bowling.   ’ ‘   does the female form make you uncomfortable, [name]?   ’ ‘   the word itself makes some men uncomfortable: vagina.   ’ ‘   do you like sex, [name]?   ’ ‘   you’re not interested in sex?   ’ ‘   it’s a male myth about feminists that we hate sex.   ’ ‘   i’m sorry if your stepmother is a nympho.   ’ ‘   shit, i know that guy. he’s a nihilist.   ’ ‘   my father and i don’t get along.   ’ ‘   i am sorry about that crack on the jaw.   ’ ‘   i was feeling really shitty earlier in the day.   ’ ‘   life goes on.   ’ ‘   where’s my god damn money, you bum?   ’ ‘   new shit has come to light!   ’ ‘   you want a toe? i can get you a toe, believe me. there are ways.   ’ ‘   i got buddies who died face-down in the muck so you and i could enjoy this family restaurant!   ’ ‘   tomorrow we come back and cut off your johnson.   ’ ‘   no one is going to cut your dick off.   ’ ‘   that makes me feel all warm inside.   ’ ‘   fucking germans.   ’ ‘   say what you want about the tenets of national socialism, [name], at least it’s an ethos.   ’ ‘   fuck your sympathy!   ’ ‘   do you have to use so many cuss words?   ’ ‘   have you ever heard of vietnam?   ’ ‘   you’re gonna kill your father!   ’ ‘   this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!   ’ ‘   how’s the smut business, [name]?   ’ ‘   well, i still jerk off manually.   ’ ‘   i want a fucking lawyer, man.   ’ ‘   that guy treats objects like women, man.   ’ ‘   i don’t like your jerk-off name, i don’t like your jerk-off face, i don’t like your jerk-off behavior, and i don’t like you, jerk-off.   ’ ‘   fucking fascist!   ’ ‘   i hate the fucking eagles, man.   ’ ‘   fortunately i’ve been adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, limber.   ’ ‘   i want a child.   ’ ‘   just stay away from my fucking lady friend, man.   ’ ‘   i’m helping her conceive.   ’ ‘   you’re living in the fucking past.   ’ ‘   they’re nihilists, [name], nothing to be afraid of.   ’ ‘   good night, sweet prince.   ’ ‘   you make everything a fucking travesty!   ’ ‘   look at me, i’m rambling again.   ’

[ourpaleobotanist]

the big lebowski script starters .   -   pt  1  /  2 .

‘   this aggression will not stand.   ’ ‘   where’s the money, __?   ’ ‘   you got the wrong guy.   ’ ‘   obviously, you’re not a golfer.   ’ ‘   at least i’m housebroken.   ’ ‘   it really tied the room together.   ’ ‘   were you listening to the story, __?   ’ ‘   forget it, __, you’re out of your element.   ’ ‘   you never went to college?   ’ ‘   did i urinate on your rug?   ’ ‘   i’m not trying to scam anyone here.   ’ ‘   are you employed?   ’ ‘   is this a  —  what day is it?   ’ ‘   oh, ‘fuck it.’ yes, that’s your answer. that’s your answer to everything.   ’ ‘   your revolution is over!   ’ ‘   get a job!   ’ ‘   the bums will always lose!   ’ ‘   he’s a nihilist.   ’ ‘   i’ll suck your cock for a thousand dollars.   ’ ‘   i’m just gonna find a cash machine.   ’ ‘   you brought a fucking pomeranian bowling?   ’ ‘   you’re entering a world of pain.   ’ ‘   has the whole world gone crazy?   ’ ‘   am i the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules?   ’ ‘   put the piece away.   ’ ‘   you happy, you crazy fuck?   ’ ‘   i myself dabbled with pacifism at one point.   ’ ‘   you know [name] has emotional problems!   ’ ‘   you’re not wrong, [name], you’re just an asshole.   ’ ‘   what makes a man?   ’ ‘   mind if i smoke a j?   ’ ‘   she is the light of my life.   ’ ‘   strong men also cry.   ’ ‘   he’s a fucking pervert.   ’ ‘   shut the fuck up, [name].   ’ ‘   life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit.   ’ ‘   are you ready to be fucked, man?   ’ ‘   yeah, well, you know, that’s just, like, uh, your opinion, man.   ’ ‘   her life is in your hands.   ’ ‘   this isn’t a fucking game, [name].   ’ ‘   i love you, [name], but sooner or later you’re gonna have to face the fact that you’re a god damn moron.   ’

[veriforman-aa]

@ianmalcolm​​  sent:     ’ i thought you’d be happy to see me. ’

❛   i  am!   ❜     and  up  she  rushes,   dust  and  dirt  rising  off  of  the  stool  with  her,   careful  fingers  setting  the  tweezers  in  hand  down  beside  an  acid  bath.   he  looks  almost  laughingly  out  of  place;   the  trailer  seems  archaic  next  to  him,   in  all  its  clutter.   he  stands  in  the  midst  of  the  mess,   a  constant  contrast  to  her  and  her  world  of  dirt  smudges  and  muddied  boots.   he’s  so  damn  relaxed,   she  thinks,   but  still  so  in  control,   like  the  entire  planet  spins  at  his  pace.   it’s  admirable,   but  it’s  overwhelming,   she’s  learning,   and  ellie  feels  something  akin  to  insecurity  now,   as  she  wipes  her  palm  over  her  thigh  in  a  frantic  attempt  to  clear  off the  sand  there.      ❛   i  am,   i  am,   ian,   ❜     comes  a  nervous  laugh  as  she  hurries  over  to  him.     ❛   i  just  wish  you’d  given  me  a  heads-up.   this  place  is  a  disaster  right  now,   and…   ❜     apologetically,   she  takes  his  wrist  and  lifts  herself  closer,   dropping  a  kiss  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth  to  cover  the  half-frown  taking  shape  along  her  lips.   some  lovers  weren’t  so  generous  with  their  time,   she’s  reminded,   and  if  he’ll  prove  himself  an  exception,   she’ll  welcome  it.     ❛   i’m  sorry.   i  am  really  happy  to  see  you.   hi.   ❜

prompt:   the  neon  demon. status:   no  longer  accepting.

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[womaninherits]

dr.  ellie  sattler  edits   1/??    **   partners  may  reblog  !

[ianmalcolm-arc]

@veriforman

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i still can’t believe i have this url tbh

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veriforman·:

something in his smile hooks her  :  off-center,  vulnerable,  uniquely him.  it’s far from the first he’s given her,  but it warms her all the same.  she smiles back,  or she’s pretty sure she does,  and lingers in his gaze a little too long.    ❝   yeah,  they’re important to me.  they keep me busy, but…   ❞     and her voice strays,  train of thought abandoned as she turns and reaches above for a speckled bottle of gin.  her fingers catch a pair of pink-tinted glasses next,  and into them she tumbles a shake of ice cubes,  narrating over the clamor of the machinery.    ❝   my dad got me this last christmas,  ❞     she tells him as she pours them each a drink,  rushing to rid the silence.    ❝   no idea why.  it’s not bad at all,  i’m just not big on hard liquors.  i really only drink this on bad days…  ❞     around the counter she strolls,  a slight hurry in her step before he has the chance to notice how little of the bottle is left,  and she extends a glass his way.    ❝   or special occasions.  but there’s no time like the present.  besides,  you don’t seem like the rosé type.  cheers.   ❞

his     gaze     breaks    from     hers     after    a     moment ,     his    chest     &     stomach    seeming     to    flood     with     butterflies .     this    isn’t     what     they    call     the     butterfly     effect ,     but    it     should     be .    he     stares     at    the     ground     ——    because     at     least    it     isn’t     looking    back ,     catching     his    eye     in     a    way     that     feels    so     familiar     &    unfamiliar     all     at    once .     &     he    pushes     his     glasses    up     his     nose,     just     for    the     sake     of    something     to     do    with     his     hands .    idle     chatter ,     nervous    laughter .     ‘ i     hear    that , ’     he     says ,    neglecting     to     mention    the     flask     of    whiskey     that     rarely    leaves     his     side ,    &     even     more    rarely     now .     i    sure     hope     this    is     a     special    occasion !    fingers    curl     around     the    glass ,     pleasantly    cool     to     the    touch .     he’d     take   hard     liquor    over    rosé     any     day    of     the     week ,    but :     ‘ well ,     i    --     i’ll     try    anything     once .     but    this     is     good !     it’s    good ! ’     it’s     a    comment     on     the    offering ,     not     the    taste :     he     raises    the     glass     to    meet     hers     with    a     soft     clink    &     a     soft    smile     before     taking    something     of     a    generous     swig .

[veriforman-aa]

❝   her name is monica.   ❞     and she gestures across the floral-wreathed space of her living room,  toward the lone potted plant sitting neatly atop the coffee table.  idle chatter comes naturally to her,  but words tumble out a bit more recklessly in his company.  from the other side of the counter,  she picks at the plastic coating of a half-empty water bottle,  a nervous habit she can’t remember collecting.     ❝   she’s a peperomia hybrid.  she was the first one i potted when i moved in here,  so…  she’s special.  can i get you something to drink?   ❞     //     ❥     @ianmalcolm​​     !

[ianmalcolm-arc]

‘ monica , ’     he     repeats ,     a     soft     hum     to     himself ,     fingertips     brushing     the     waxiness     of     the     leaves .     veins     are     riddled     there     like     so     many     threads     sprung     from     one     course     of     action ;     &   who     would     have     thought     he’d     find     himself     here ?     ‘ it’s     quite     a     collection .     really     quite ,     quite     impressive .     must     have …     taken     you     a     while     to     build     it     up ,     certainly .’     there     is     little     room     for     silence ,     nervous     sentences     &     fragments     of     sentences     filling     the     space     between     them .     like     the     charming     inhabitants     of     a     certain     island     of     the     coast     of     costa     rica ,     this     is     new ,     unpredictable     ( &     for     all     his     equations     &     mathematics ,     he’s     never     been     able     to     predict     how     this     sort     of     thing     will     work     out ) .     ‘ yeah ,     i’ll     have ,     uh ,     uhhh ,     uh ,     whatever     you’re ,     um ,     having . ’     he     looks     up ,     adjusts     his     glasses ,     smiles     a     smile     that     feels     shakier     than     it     is ,     &     hopes     to     god     what     she’s     having     is     some     kind     of     alcohol .

[ianmalcolm-arc]

ily

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