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I can just see Owen Grady taking pictures of the baby raptors with the signs in front saying “5 days since the last time we bit a finger off” “2 days since last fight” “0 days since last mauling” with a disapproving Owen looking down at them with his hands on his hips

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Imagine Blue roaming free, and coming across an Aquarium. She goes inside, and walks the halls. It’s dark but she can see all around.

The fish swimming in the tanks, moving back and forth, curiously looking at new eyes.

Blue, curiously trying to touch them but always hitting glass.

Blue, seeing Baluga whales, sting rays, lion fish, and even gators.

Blue standing in front of a large open tank, staring out at the swarming pods and families, the light gleaming on her face before she slowly tilts her head. A large fish drifts by, eyes meeting hers before carrying on.

Nothing like her was there.

She left, and started moving once more, looking for any other that was similar to her.

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Technically, all of Owen Grady’s kids are clones.

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Dr. Wu: Blue is a pure blooded, acute predator-

Owen: *nodding* Damn right.

Dr. Wu: that- wait what?

Owen: she is a cute predator.

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Imagine, Owen training dogs in the marines, having all these extra dog toys for when they were pups.

And his first idea when he sees these baby raptors is to give it to them. Each has a favorite-

Echo loves the red peanut butter hiding one, although he probably shouldn’t give her the peanut butter.

Charlie adored the ‘thick shelled’ ball, that’s as big as her, and repetitively body slams it so it can fly off and she can chase it.

Deltas favorite was the tug of war ropes he had to keep replacing- always wanting to play with her sisters or with Owen.

Blue could always be seen with a toy tire- bigger than her. Whether that was chewing on it, or hiding in it, or the one occasion where she was rolling in it.

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Imagine Blue running across the continent and just exploring. Trying to figure out what all is there, what these humans are.

One day she’s running, and she comes across a lake. On the other side, a small cabin. She can smell Owen- she can smell family.

Blue, running over there, staying hidden as she goes and sees Owen going to the lake to fish.

Blue, revealing herself and Owen smiling as he gives her the few he’s caught so far.

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Imagine

Owen sitting outside his cabin he finished building. He’s standing beside it, and although he’s proud- although he knows he did a damn good job- he still feels that itch. The need to do more, be more active, to build.

So he does.

Cropping up on the water, a dock appeared. Connected to the dock, a small fishing boat. Homemade, blue, and only big enough for him and one other.

A running stream is connected for water supply, and solar panels were purchased and put up.

A treehouse is built, high up in the air, and within viewing distance of the cabin. Maisie in mind for fun, but big enough they all could go.

On the property, farther out of view of the cabin, hunting perches.

It all takes only a few months, getting permits and licenses.

It still isn’t enough.

He keeps building, and after a run in with a pack of coyotes, he starts to build a fence- more accurately, a wall.

The property is large, and it’s the most time consuming project he could do.

1,200 acres, all purchased with his checks from Jurassic World saves up, along with the money provided after The Incident. And in his contract, for every one of his children raptors who were hurt or injured he was given a ‘pain and suffering’ check, to make up for the time training. Charlie, Delta, and Echo-

It’s when he’s building the fence, and is almost done that he finally feels calm- it’s not because he can see the other end, ready to put up a gate at the drive way.

It’s because standing there, peering at him from between the two ends, is none other than the one who left.

Blue

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Imagine

Baby Blue sitting in front of Owen and observing. Seeing this soft, fragile, prey teach her and her siblings. Owen smiling, giving them treats, treating them like toddlers- intelligent but also unpredictable.

Imagine how draining teaching them may be at times.

Blue would go up to him, nudge him, and if he were asleep she would either sleep beside him or protect him from the other humans who would wake him up.

Imagine the other raptors doing it too, young minds following Blues lead. Protecting their soft, squishy human.

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Jurassic World: Fallen kingdom Imagine.

Blue was always the closest to Owen. He always saw more in her than any other. But they were all raised by him, they all knew him as their alpha.

He was there when they hatched, he was there to raise them- to train them. Blue was special since birth- special every day she grew up and he was there with her every step- along with her sisters.

But then the world grew up, they grew old, and the park collapsed. Charlie, Delta, and Echo died.

Blue was alone for the first time in her life.

Then she saw Owen.

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cronch

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Balin: Thorin, you have to stop, you have dragon sickness

Thorin: yeah I know, I’m sick of this damn dragon

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#GetTinaThick2017

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Damn, save some for the rest of us

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When you got that Friday feeling

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The fact that Head and Shoulders doesn’t have a body wash named Knees and Toes disappoints me almost as much as I disappoint my parents

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found this in the Poe Dameron pilot log book and i’m crying