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pink-key · 4 months
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Toby, do you know the fnaf? If so, what is your favorite character? And can I play fnaf or uno with you?
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As for games
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lennapo · 1 year
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Lilith is the grumpy friend that always ends up doing whatever the puppy friend wants (and she looks extremely cute doing so).
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chiquite · 21 days
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me having to go to college at 7am
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Draw the squad: Bad Batch edition
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harlequinhex · 3 months
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Tonight's high doodles bring you this grumpy purple dinosaur creature
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dapperenby13 · 5 months
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I just remembered something. And dear lord my favorite character type has been obvious this whole time hasn’t it. One of my favorite childhood characters was Diego from Ice Age
This guy
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I remember almost nothing about these movies but this guy was my favorite. I had a plushie and everything (it was a webkinz plushie to if I remember correctly)
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heliosharbour · 6 months
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I made a Goodbye Volcano High OC! I've been wondering how to make a pachycephalosaurus in this setting, combining its hard head with a hairstyle, and then I was like "Hey! A bowl cut!", wich reminded me of Guy Gardner, wich made me realize I HAD to make him a jerk... or better yet, a jerk wannabe! Meet Rudus:
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I loved the game even more than I expected. There are so many things I want to draw based on it (including a sidekick for this character), when I get the time and energy.
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istherewifiinhell · 6 months
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Can i get one in for the road.
Well anyway i know theyve just changed modes redirecting the show is all so now the dino bots are like. Comedy characters in a different way then they were b4 but i would like to think that they just finally met an autobot that can both handle them and must like em to some degree so idk. Friendlier now. Hes baby. Etc.
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thinkbolt · 8 months
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Dinosaurs: The Terrible Lizards (1970) - dir. Wah Chang
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mencnfire · 11 months
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@futurespacess liked for a starter ( from young kaz for young ocelot )
"you - uh - always do that?" kazuhira approaches, eyes on the soldier - a smile enthusiastic across plump limps. he, of course, refers to the man's impression of an 'ocelot' - a wide mouthed meow and curl of his hands - something strange but not anything that the mercenary hasn't seen before. "got a thing for cats?"
slow steps close the distance between them, the blonde keeping a hand hovered over the gun on his hip the whole time. after-all; he doesn't know this man. only knows that he shares a history with big boss - that snake once gave him the time of day ( and to say that didn't make kazuhira jealous, well, would perhaps be a lie ).
"i don't think any of your men are gonna be racin' t'back you up out here." not when msf soldiers pose a risk to him - not when kazuhira comes in good faith. "an' anyway - i come in peace. my name is kazuhira miller, i'm a friend of big boss."
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katrinawritesthings · 2 years
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onjongtae; he's tired; pg
@taemsjjong asked: Please i require onjongtae crumbs im running out 🙏 maybe like jinki works at a generic fast food place and the other two bozos pull up to make his life better cuz work is boring- recently i just like to imagine jinki trying to be a functioning adult and jongtae go "no <3" but jinki rlly doesnt care cuz hes soft for his boys uwu
my dude. You are so right about everything
Jonghyun has the card because Taemin once again forgot his wallet before they left for the movies. Still grinning, grabs his wallet from his pocket and hands Jinki the card. He holds onto it for just long enough for Jinki to bring his hand all the way to his mouth and smile against knuckles.
Jinki looks like he craves death behind the cash register.
Better than usual. Normally he already looks like a zombie in his little burger joint uniform. He even perks up a little when Jonghyun and Taemin walk up, arm-in-arm, smiling at their babe. 
"Hi Jinki honey,” Jonghyun chirps, and, "hey Jinx," Taemin says. They stop in front of his register, leaning on the counter together. They don't worry about holding up the line; it's after the lunch rush and the place is practically empty. Jinki smiles sleepily between the pair of them.
"Hey you two," he yawns. "How was the movie?"
“Uhhhhh,” Taemin says, and then he grins, covering it with the back of his hand. "Well," he says.
"We didn't really watch a lot of it,” Jonghyun says, trying to go for guilty but landing, he thinks, more on mischievous. To be fair, though, what he saw between sloppy makeouts was pretty boring. Jinki doesn't seem to mind the lack of review. He just shakes his head fondly, rolling his eyes. Jonghyun leans closer, enamored just by Jinki existing, and plays with his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes. "What's the most bullshit thing that's happened to you today?" He asks. 
“Fucking--” Jinki slams his hands on the countertop, his eyes and wide with more intensity and fire than Jonghyun has ever seen within the walls of this establishment. Quickly, his shoulders hunch and he glances around, making sure no one else on the skeleton crew in the kitchen heard him cursing or having a negative emotion in front of customers. 
Then, quieter, but still full of barely contained rage, he says, "this group of five jackasses comes in, right. And they order and everything, whatever. And I see all five of them each get three little cup things of ketchup. But I'm just like, whatever, they like ketchup, who cares. But then." His little hands clench into fists, his chest rises and falls in a steadying breath that doesn't seem to steady him at all. "I'm cleaning the counters before all of the high school kids come in for lunch. And my manager comes up to me and he's like, ‘hey, go clean up table twelve real quick,’ so I'm like, fuck, I guess someone spilled a drink or something. But then I get there. And every single fucking one of those little ketchup cups. All fifteen of them. Are upside down? They just put them upside down? Still full of ketchup? And left them there? So I had to pick them up and let the ketchup splort everywhere before I could even start cleaning. And it's like? What is the fucking point? What is the reason? What is the motivation? It's not fucking funny, Taem.” 
Belatedly, Jonghyun realizes that Taemin is shaking, hand clamped over his mouth, eyes little crescents, doing his very very best to not laugh out loud. “It's not,” he says, voice trembling. "It's not, it's not funny. I know it's not. I'm not – I'm not laughing because. It sucks, Jinx, I know, it's – hey, can we get some nuggies?"
And now it's Jonghyun's turn to burst into laughter. Taemin forced so much casualness into that and the way he’s smiling so plainly like he didn't just completely change the subject is too much. Jonghyun turns into his shoulder, laughing into his hoodie even though it barely does anything to muffle him. He only extracts himself and tries to calm his breathing when he hears Jinki ask, weary and resigned with just a touch of softness reserved only for the pair of them, "which one of you has the card?"
It's him. He has the card because Taemin once again forgot his wallet before they left for the movies. Still grinning, grabs his wallet from his pocket and hands Jinki the card. He holds onto it for just long enough for Jinki to bring his hand all the way to his mouth and smile against knuckles.
Glancing at the register screen while Jinki scans the card, Jonghyun wiggles happily. He's gotten their regular order perfect, as well as an extra big oatmeal cookie for Jonghyun and choccy milk for Taemin. 
“Oh, you have – Onew,” in a heartbeat, Taemin switches to Japanese. He leans forward, grinning eagerly, and says, "can you sneak me a dinosaur toy? The purple one? Onew? Please?” 
"My new weekend manager knows Japanese," Jinki replies, also switching languages without missing a beat. "So careful if you come over here on Sundays." He gives Jonghyun back the card and the receipt while Taemin mumbles, "homophobic." 
Another customer is walking up to the register, so Jonghyun and Taemin retreat to one of the tables where they can still see Jinki. Suddenly he's smiling bright and cheery, but it's not a smile that Jonghyun has ever seen outside of this burger joint. Actually, that's not true. Jinki puts that smile on whenever he has to make a phone call for insurance or bills or anything else that he hates that he has to be doing but he still has to be pleasant during it. 
Jinki catches Jonghyun looking over the customer’s shoulder; Jonghyun waves eagerly, excited to have his attention even if it's just for a glance. For a split-second, Jinki's smile twitches before he focuses back on this job.
"It's sooooooo fucked up how we live in a society and he has to work,” Taemin sighs. 
“It really is," Jonghyun agrees, pouting. Taemin is folded dramatically over their little table, cheek smushed against the tacky surface and arms stretched out so his hands dangle off of the edge. Jonghyun rests his head on his shoulderblade and plays with his blond hair. He thinks about how fucked up it is all the time.
Technically Taemin has a well-paying job, but as a backup dancer he’s relegated to the concert tour schedules of the celebrities that he works for and is always at the mercy of auditions so it's not exactly consistent. And Jonghyun flat-out can't work for a living without it severely damaging his mental health. Not being able to work also does that to him, but in a different way for different reasons that are much more manageable. So it's Jinki that's gotten stuck with holding down a regular hourly job to keep their income stable. And that is so fucked up. If anyone was put on this earth to just be straight fucking chilling, it would be Jinki. 
Jonghyun stops playing with Taemin's soft hair for a moment in favor of pushing his head closer so he can sniff it. It's his favorite smell in the world, cozy and comfortable and familiar and inviting, and he gets his whole face in there, and nuzzling in happily. "Were you hanging out with Choi earlier?” He asks, curious. Something about his scent is the tiniest bit off.
“Wuh?” Taemin asks. He's playing a game on his phone, but he glances back over his shoulder. "Yeah," he says. "Viddy game," he adds. Jonghyun snorts. Like the two of them ever do anything else together. But he’s glad Taemin had fun. "Hey, I'm about to get a new puppy," Taemin says. He shimmies his shoulders to make sure Jonghyun is paying attention. 
Jonghyun is of course paying attention to Taemin's game and he tenses all up in his excitement, crawling even further on top of Taemin so he can hook his chin over his shoulder. It's just one of those idle clicker games that he has no patience for but Taemin is obsessed with, but this one has something that the others don't: puppies. Every however many bajillion clicks Taemin unlocks a new one and his most current one is – 
“That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life,” Jonghyun announces loudly. Involuntarily, almost, because as soon as Taemin tapped to reveal the soft brown dachshund Jonghyun could physically feel his serotonin shoot through the roof. He grabs for Taemin's phone as Taemin bursts into laughter underneath him. Gosh this dog is so fucking cute. She has little dark and white spots. 
Quickly, Taemin starts grabbing for his phone back. He starts making half-baked shushing noises in between his laughter, too, and when Jonghyun glances around, he finds out why. What few people are in this restaurant are staring at them. 
Jonghyun tries to be quiet, he really does, but he catches the quickest look at Jinki rubbing his fingers into his eyes behind the counter and he starts laughing as well. 
He does, though, at least manage to get off of Taemin and sit in his own seat and put his face into his hands to muffle it a little bit. Which is good enough. Probably. And a few minutes later, he’s put himself back together enough to cuddle up against Taemin and watch the video he's trying to show him on his phone. 
It's a music video for a band that Jonghyun doesn't know but immediately likes. They enjoy it together and when it's over they pick another music video from the recommendations, and then another. They're jamming at such a politely quiet level that Jonghyun is honestly proud of himself. It's hard for him to be quiet when he's listening to music that he likes but he is doing such a good job. He bets Jinki is so proud of – 
“Jonghyun.” Jinki's voice cuts through Jonghyun's hearing, stern and sharp. He jumps, looking up with wide eyes. Jinki is at the counter, looking directly at him, full tray of food in his hands.
“Oh, fuck, were we number 19?” Taemin drops his phone and scrambles for their receipt.
"Was he calling our number? Fuck." Jonghyun didn't even notice. Quickly he gets up and walks to the counter, trying his very hardest to look guilty but landing again, he thinks, on just amused. "Sorry, Jinki honey," he says, flashing Jinki his prettiest smile. He grabs their food tray, heartened by the way he can tell that Jinki isn't really mad. He's just fed up with everything else and low on his usual endless supply of patience. 
And actually maybe not even that, because now that Jonghyun has had a minute to process it, something about his expression was very familiar to him. "You know," he says, smirking and leaning closer. "The way you were looking at me, kind of looked like, you know,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “when you're getting ready to punish m–"
He's cut off by the sudden sound of a bunch of little objects falling and scattering all over the floor; looking around, he finds Taemin at the ketchup station fumbling the last of the tiny cups out of his grip. He stands there for a moment, frozen, and then starts scrambling around to pick them all up. "I got it!" He calls out. "Don't worry about it, I'll fix it!" 
"He's so cute," Jonghyun says, shaking his head fondly. He's their little gremlin and he's doing his best. Jonghyun turns back to Jinki to look for a reply.
Jinki has his face in his hands. 
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picavecalyx · 2 years
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  boreas is the one(1) good thing team flare has ever given the world <3
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amethystspaceprince · 10 months
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How many bloody times are they gonna show off the mosasaur in prehistoric planet? Ffs I’m on the last episode just 10 mins in and there it is again damn mososaurus. We literally just had an episode about the oceans. Why are we seeing it again? And ammonites too. We learned this. I don’t want to learn about it again. I want to watch land animals. I want to see something we haven’t seen yet.
We have also seen trex like four times but at least it’s expected in an episode about North America. How many times do we have to learn about the same thing
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sazudraws · 1 year
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i call him steve, he is grumpy and relatable cute dino
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vivwritesfics · 2 months
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Hooked On A Feeling
Chapter Two - Milo's Momma
Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.
Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)
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Olivia Ricciardo had hoped her father would be home in time to take her to daycare. But her grandparents comforted her as they drove her. With that attitude every five year old had, Olivia climbed out of the car and walked into daycare, without talking to anybody.
The first person she spoke to that day was Milo. She was clearly in a bad mood, but he gave it time, waited for her to cheer up. Maybe she was tired; Milo knew he was always grumpy when he was tired.
But Olivia wasn’t getting any happier. So, Milo got up from the floor and went to talk to the teacher.
As she watched him walk away, Olivia looked ready to cry again. Her bestest friend (of a whole week) walked away, leaving her on her own. Olivia shed a single tear, but the other children were watching, so she sucked it up.
But then Milo returned, dinosaur teddy bear in hands. He clutched it tight as he walked back over to Olivia and sat on the floor beside her. "This is Rexy," he said as Olivia hesitantly reached for it. "He's my favourite teddy in the whole wide world but you're sad so you can have him for today, but only for today okay?" He said quickly as Olivia squeezed the plush toy.
"Thank you," she said quietly and squeezed Rexy tighter.
Olivia didn't let go of the bear for the rest of the day. As she and Milo played with toys of chased each other around the yard, she always had Rexy.
That was exactly why Milo brought Rexy to daycare. Because, when he was having a tough day, nothing made him happier than having Rexy there.
At the end of the day Olivia handed Rexy back. Milo packed him into his bag and, together, the children walked out of daycare, heading to where the parents gathered. Olivia had no hopes of her daddy being there, waiting to pick her up and drive her home.
She still scanned the faces of all of the parents, and didn't see her own. "C'mon," said Milo, taking Olivia’s hand and pulling her towards his mummy, who was waiting by the gate.
As he walked over, his mother crouched down, pulling her into her arms. "And who have we got here, munchkin?" She asked him, taking his dinosaur backpack and swinging it over her shoulder.
"Momma, this is Olivia," Milo said.
Immediately Y/N noticed the tears in her eyes. "Hello, Olivia," Y/N said in a kind voice. "Milo has told me all about you," she said, trying to give the girl a reassuring smile.
Olivia levelled her a look. "Did Milo tell you about my famous race car driver daddy?"
"He did," Y/N replied, trying to stifle the small laugh she had at the little girls determination. "Well, if he or you mummy anywhere around here?" Y/N asked as she held Milo's hand in her own.
Crossing her arms, Olivia looked around the car park for her grandparents. Or their car. But it wasn't there. They weren't there. For the millionth time that day, Olivia wanted to cry.
But then she saw the 2006 Toyota Hilux.
And there he was, striding towards her in am AlphaTauri hat and sunglasses. "DADDY!" Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs and went running towards the man. He wasted no time in scooping her up and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Hey, badger," he said, walking her towards where she had come from to thank the parent that was keeping an eye on his little girl.
Daniel walked over to a young woman, who looked as tired as he felt, holding the hand of a little boy. "That's Milo, daddy," she said into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
But she was walking away. "C'mon Milo," she said and tried to pull the five year old away.
Milo pulled away from his mother. "But Momma! That Olivia’s race car dad!" He insisted.
Trying to hide a sigh, Y/N picked Milo up and placed him on her hip. Milo had been wanting to invite Olivia over for a playdate for the last week, but had insisted his Momma wait until Olivia’s grandparents or dad were back, instead of her mum.
And now that Olivia’s dad was here, Milo was gonna get that playdate.
"Are you Olivia’s dad?" Y/N guessed as she approached.
Wearing his typically charming smile, Daniel held Olivia with one hand and held the other out towards Milo's mother (who couldn't do the same with her son in his arms). "Yeah I'm Olivia’s dad, Daniel."
"I'm Milo's mum," said Y/N as she nodded towards him. "Milo would like to know if Olivia would like to come to our house for a playdate," she offered.
Daniel let his smile falter. He loved that Olivia had made a friend, that somebody wanted to invite her for a playdate, but there was always doubt at the back of his mind. What if they were using her to get to him? It was incredibly sad that he had to think like that, but, with the life he had, he had to think like that.
“Can I, daddy?” Asked Olivia as she grinned. “Pleeeeaaaase!”
Daniel looked back at Milo’s mother. She was pretty, and she looked honest. But you couldn't tell what somebody was all about just from their face. "Do you mind if I come with her?" He asked. Milo might be been Olivia's friend, but his mum was still a stranger, and Daniel just wanted to make sure his badger was safe.
"Of course," said Milo's mother. "Say, this Friday after daycare?" She asked.
It wasn't a race weekend, so Daniel nodded his head. "Great," she said, adjusting Milo in her arms. "I'm Y/N, by the way," she finished.
The two said a quick goodbye, with the kids waving enthusiastically to each other as they went. Even as Milo got into his booster seat in the back of Y/N's Peugeot. Y/N offered Daniel one last smile as she put Milo's bag in the back and climbed into the driver's seat.
Daniel watched as Y/N pulled out of the daycare car park and made his own way out, driving Olivia home. "Are you excited for your playdate with Milo, Badger?" He asked as he looked into the rear view mirror.
Olivia was bouncing in her seat, cheeks red from smiling. "Yeah!" She shouted. But, mostly, Olivia was just happy to have her father home.
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It was a Wednesday when Y/N met Daniel. The playdate was scheduled for two days time, so she immediately set about cleaning when she walked through the door.
If it was just Olivia coming for the playdate, she wouldn't have been cleaning so obsessively. Still cleaning, just not this obsessively. But, now that Daniel was coming too, sue wanted the house to be perfect.
With a house the size of theirs, it didn't take long to clean. She had Milo cleaning up his toys in the living room while she dusted the surfaces downstairs. "But Momma," Milo protested as he picked up a tray of lego. "'Livia and I are just gonna get my toys out again."
"Please, Munchkin," she said as she crouched down to gather up more of his toys. "I want Olivia and her daddy to see how nice our house is." She opened her arms and Milo collapsed into them, quietly muttering an 'okay momma'.
Y/N cleaned the entire house from top to bottom. She cleaned the two rooms that made up the downstairs and the bedrooms upstairs. She put Milo's shoes away in the cupboard and made sure the kitchen was clean, wiped the muddy cat paw prints from the wood of the stairs.
While Milo watched television, she cleaned his room, making sure it was perfect for when Daniel and Olivia came over.
"Momma, Olivias dad is gonna like our house," he said as she straightened up the rug in the living room. "Olivia said he's really nice."
"I'm sure he is, Munchkin. Momma just wants the house to be nice and clean, okay?"
"Okay Momma," Milo answered and went back to watching the television.
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jackythemoo · 1 year
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Even for a Giganotosaurus days can be rough.... Bloodtusk here for sure had a harsh one.
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