#dinohearted

[wrens-feathers]

My dad saw Sue the t.rex today and sent me pictures and I WISH I WAS THEREEEEE I need to go to Chicago JUST to see her

[wrens-feathers]

I need to go to a museum and stare at dinosaur bones. For my health.

[ofdearing]

    She tries to get through her day without thinking about it ( there are two sets of memories, two sets of lives playing out side by side and it makes her want to scream ), there are clients that need her attention. Actual hours where she has to be present in court but she still manages to get half way down the steps before she spots him. A sigh is dying on her lips before she finally speaks.  ❝ If I wasn’t happy to see him, what makes you think this will go any better? ❞

@dinohearted; a starter for when the kill time comes 

[duplicatemade-blog]

@dinohearted // starter call ! “  come on---  ”   there’s a small whine to her voice,   as if maybe,   just maybe,   if she annoyed him enough she might get her way.   “  let me try!!   just once---   i’ll be  c a r e f u l,  i swear!!  ”

[ofdearing]

dinohearted replied to your photoset “(  As I type this, I’ve just returned from a meeting with an...”

hey thanks for killing me

 u r welcome

[baristc-blog]

--- tourist liked ☼ ---

She’s typing some mindless tweet about the kids❜  (ROUGH) treatment of the petting zoo dinos when she feels a skittering tingle up her spine. Y’know, that  ❛someone’s watching you❜ vibe? Warm bourbon gaze catches a guy, (finally not a middle aged perv) staring at her from across the street. 

Sudden self awareness inspires delicate fingers to tuck an errant curl behind her ear, whilst righting her vibrant employee cap. STUPID OBNOXIOUS HAT! Never one to stand on ceremony, she crosses over to him - a soft smile gracing sugar pink lips.                                        ❝Last I checked I didn’t have anything on my face so, uh, what gives?❞

[ofdearing]

      Karen doesn’t make her come home  - not this time. They’re already in San Francisco, she murmurs ( too close to being within earshot of the boys she imagines ), after they saw the news they had gone. They had been trying to figure how to get into her apartment, how to begin arranging for her funeral. There’s a relief in knowing she’s okay. But she knows that edge in her sister’s voice. Claire knows without asking that there’s something still wrong - something that won’t be handled with only knowing that she is alive. That she made it. She survived again. 

     It takes her almost a day to get home, leaving Maisie with Owen at a barely finished cabin hadn’t been her choice but the boys   - she had to go. The plan had been to go to her place first, hotel second but she takes a wrong turn and changes her mind. She doesn’t know if she was always, somewhere in the back of her mind, expecting to see him waiting for her. Because she’s not surprised to see him sitting, alone, in the lobby. Her chest constricts tightly and for a moment she can’t breath. Maybe some part of her still believed that they would have been gotten lost in the chaos again. That she wouldn’t be able to find them.  

    ❝ Zach. ❞

@dinohearted. ( a starter you didn’t ask for but are absolutely getting ). 

[necdmore-blog]

dinohearted replied to your post: i started sad infinity war discussion in the gc iM...

I BLAME YOU FOR MY HEARTACHE

YOU MADE IT WORSE