#brooklynn in black >>>>

[idle-compy]

repost bc the first one didn't make it in the tags

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[swan2swan]

Once again, went to an episode to get a clip, Brooklynn was waiting for me randomly, and this time...wow. Just. Wow.

The colors and shadows in this image. My goodness. My everloving goodness.

[simiaysa]

Hefner, I heard you were missing some bunnies 🐰

Meet the twins, Brooklynn & Stevie Lawton

[unprofessionaldoodler]

codependent inspired by this art on twitter

[kngstr]

Character explorations of the N6 that I drew when we were working on S3. The idea was "how would everyone be drinking coffee, how do they like it, & with whom would they be enjoying it with? "

Sammy: Medium Roast w/ a splash of Whole Milk, Sugar, & a Pastry Yaz: Lavender Latte w/ Whole Milk. She'll sketch while enjoying the latte

Darius: Caramel Frapp w/ Whip (Kenji introduced him to it) Kenji: Caramel Frapp w/ Whip as well but Large size. Extra caramel drizzle

Ben & Gia: Folgers out of a Boot

Brooklynn: Dark Roast from wherever cafe she could find. Just Black - no cream or sugar. Santos asks a lot from her, so she needs the caffeine.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

Nublar Six post chaos theory headcanons

cw for slightly suggestive content on the last four bullet points

they all live together on Sammy’s ranch for a year or so so they can reconnect

also rent is expensive and Kenji has nowhere to live (his trailer probably got towed or something)

they delegate chores so one person is in charge of a certain thing (chore headcanons here)

grocery shopping is usually Darius and Kenji’s responsibility but sometimes they all come

Smoothie sits in the trolley basket and loves it

the others all use the animals for comfort. sometimes they just need to hug a horse or pet a chicken or sleep in the cow barn for the night and that is Okay

the idea prompts Sammy and Yaz to start a small therapeutic program for Texan kids who take comfort in animals

Smoothie and Bumpy also become emotional support animals for the kids who are maybe a bit scared of dinosaurs

Yaz does Brooklynn’s hair for her since she finds it hard cos of her arm

no matter what is going on in their day, they all always try to make it home for dinner so they can chat and have a nice meal

Darius usually cooks but Yaz and Sammy enjoy helping him out in the kitchen

Kenji enjoys ‘helping them’ (sitting at the dinner table and talking) too

a good spotify experience is very important to Kenji, so he bought the group premium deal

Brooklynn tried to cook once and was banned from ever trying it again

every saturday evening they hold a movie night with snacks and everyone piles onto the sofas (and usually end up asleep there)

altogether they have most of the streaming services (if only they could agree on a movie to watch)

Sammy isn’t really religious but still goes to church occasionally on sunday and puts Yaz in charge of the ranch

Sammy lowkey loves housewifing. she’ll make tupperwares of dinner leftovers for everyone for their lunch the next day with colour–coded tupperware lids and a smiley face drawn in marker

Yaz can’t run anymore due to her chronic ankle pain/instability but likes going for a solo walk around the ranch first thing in the morning

Kenji likes a late evening walk around the ranch, usually carrying Smoothie or walking with someone else. he lowkey does not like to be alone

sometimes Kenji also goes out for walks in the morning, and one time he finds Yaz having fallen over (she rolled her ankle badly because she forgot her brace and cane/was being stubborn and decided she didn’t need them) and he piggybacks her back to the ranch (should i fanfic this??? /gen)

Darius really vibes with the chickens. he loves feeding them. he loves petting them. he nicknames them all. Brooklynn lovingly teases him for it.

Kenji uses the cows/livestock as therapists. if he’s upset, off he goes to the fields to find the nearest cow that will listen. he’s not above eating grass with them (tried it once and disliked the ‘sour taste’ (pesticides))

Sammy has a massive truck which is the only vehicle that can transport all six of them at a time, and journeys in it are the most chaotic thing ever. the gps is broken and there’s not enough signal half the time and the only ones who can competently read a paper map are Darius and Brooklynn. there is always a argument over who gets the aux cord.

Ben steals everyone’s clothes. good luck to everyone else getting their stuff back

any items of clothing that are plain (e.g. black or white tops, jeans) are generally considered free real estate as long as it fits them

the living room sofa has a giant blanket that, with a lot of effort (and sitting on other peoples’ laps) can fit everyone + Smoothie

Kenji and Yaz bicker a lot but they love each other and it’s never that serious

to fuel Ben’s pyromania /nsrs they have a bonfire with marshmallows and s’mores once a month

the shower has a shower chair (for Yaz since standing too long can be painful for her ankle) and grab rails, but they’re pretty useful for everyone

speaking of, shower headcanons here

Sammy has a required hour where everyone has to go outside and enjoy the fresh air (no matter the weather, unless it’s literally a health hazard to be outdoors. she’s dragged them out into the rain before (they ended up loving it but Kenji would not stop whining for the first ten minutes) and she will do so again)

the group have successfully organised one (1) group holiday, where they all went to Italy for a week to see Gia and Nonna again, and another week in a holiday resort on a gorgeous Mediterranean island somewhere

i have so many holiday headcanons for them going to a holiday resort but i will do a proper post when i go on holiday to a resort myself this summer :D

they have a system where each person hangs a glowstick on their bedroom door handle if they are okay with being woken up that night for comforting someone who has a nightmare

Kenji wanders around shirtless all the time. Yaz throws pillows at him and yells at him to at least put a vest on and Kenji’s like, “it’s Texas, Yaz, I think I might be slowly cooking alive”

in retaliation Yaz wanders around without a shirt on (she has to stop when Sammy stares at her too long and walks into a door and gets a nosebleed)

everyone has probably seen each other mostly naked at least once

*cue modern family–esque scene where the others prepare a breakfast in bed for Sammy on her birthday and they walk into Sammy’s bedroom where her and Yaz are doing it and the others drop the tray and run and start screaming*

if one couple wants to bang, they text everyone else with the boom emoji and everyone else gets out of the house (the walls of the ranch are paper thin)

[nothingbutartstuff]

Domestic Brokerlynn stuff cause yeah I love toxic Yuri but I’m lowkey terrible at writing it so fluff instead!!

They move into an apartment together and adopt a black cat. Brooklynn and Soyona talked about how black cats are often not adopted due to superstition so they decided it would be nice to adopt one

Soyona wakes up early to either make coffee or go out and buy it. By the time Brooklynn is waking up she sees Soyona getting back into bed with their drinks

While in public Soyona doesn’t show any form of affection but in private I could see her being a little more willing to it, though her love language is more through acts of service. She won’t stop Brooklynn from hugging her and pulling her in for many kisses

When Brooklynn isn’t the model for Soyonas paintings she’ll often sit beside her and just silently watch her paint admiring the brush strokes (and Soyonas hands)

Brooklynn falls asleep quite fast while Soyona sleeps a lot slower, so she will just admire Brooklynn as she slowly falls asleep

Soyona loves Brooklynns freckles, rubbing her fingers across her face because she finds them so cute

That’s all for now I just like fluffy things

[throneofrayllum]

Don't Come Find Me

Warnings: mentions of sex

*this is like the longest one I've written I think. What can I say? Brokerlynn makes me feral*

Brooklynn had pulled some serious strings, Soyona was sure of that. She had only been imprisoned in Italy for two weeks when she was transferred to a high-end prison in Norway. Soyona didn't even have to ask who had moved her, she knew. Only Brooklynn would've cared enough to move her, only Brooklynn would've figured out how to even manage that without having any real authority to do so. Soyona laughed to herself as she looked around the room. Yeah, Brooklynn pulled some strings alright. She was sat in the visitation room, which she had never been in before. She'd made various calls, but had never had a visitor. The couch was soft and honestly quite chic, the walls a striking white with minimalistic art, and the wooden floor was well maintained. Not that the rest of the prison wasn't nice, but this was a step up from everything else. Soyona was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door unlock. She wasn't ready to face the woman she knew was on the other side of the door, but she had no choice. She steeled herself and kept her posture as relaxed as possible when she saw the door open. One second later, she was staring at Brooklynn. The traitor. The young woman who Soyona had undoubtedly fallen desperately in love with, the woman who ruined Soyona's life, the scared young woman who had once saved her life. She didn't look scared anymore, though. She looked confident. Secure. Soyona looked closer at her girl. She was wearing a long black skirt and a maroon colored cropped t shirt with her signature combat boots. The shirt dipped slightly, exposing her freckled chest to the air. Her hair was grown out slightly, fluffy, and no longer blue, but a rich brunette color. Her eyes were as beautiful as ever, but looked slightly sad. She had a new tattoo. It was on her collarbone, and all it said was, "Darius". Soyona felt her heart drop.

They had stared for awhile, neither wanting to make the first move. After what felt like an hour, Brooklynn moved to the couch opposite of Soyona and gave her a nod. Soyona nodded back, unable to hide the anger in her eyes as she did so, the hurt. "You look well." Brooklynn smiled a bit at that, though the...sad expression in her eyes remained, "You too. You always do. You're always gorgeous.", she said, sounding almost exasperated. Soyona just about lost it. She glared at Brooklynn, trying to ignore how her skin just about glowed in the light coming in through the window, "Why the fuck are you here? Shouldn't you be saving the world with your little friends?" Brooklynn looked her deep in the eyes, and Soyona fought the urge to look away, "I wanted to see you. Needed to see you." Soyona scoffed, "I don't buy that for a second. It seems you've moved on just fine, considering the fact that it hasn't even been six months and you already have that boy's name tattooed on your body." Brooklynn opened her mouth to speak, but Soyona interrupted her, "Was any of it real? Any of it?" She regretted the question as soon as it left her mouth. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer, she feared she already knew. The expression on Brooklynn's face shocked her. Her eyes became glassy, her eyebrows furrowing in a way that Soyona knew meant she was fighting back tears. Her girl took a deep breath before she said, "You know it was." Her voice cracked a bit. She continued, "I know it seemed like it was all fake, and I'll admit at first I simply wanted to get close to you so I could take you down, but it became real. I didn't want to fall in love with you, and I really wish I hadn't." Soyona's breath caught at the confession. This was everything she'd dreamt about hearing from Brooklynn's lips for months. Brooklynn laughed, "I know, I know. But Soyona, I promise that so much of it was real. I won't lie and say it all was, but most was." Soyona leaned forward slightly, "Tell me specifically what was real. I need to know." Brooklynn sighed, "Soyona-" She hardened her voice, "Tell. Me." The younger woman nodded, "Ok." She grabbed her arm and held it protectively, "Remember when I told you I'd never had something as passionate as what we had? That was real. All the times we stayed up talking and laughing were real. It was real when I told you that you were the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and you still are. When I told you that you made me feel desire in a way I'd never experienced was real. Every time we touched each other was real." Soyona thought for a moment, "So...the only part that wasn't real was the part where you pretended you were in it for the long run?" Brooklynn let out a weak laugh, "Yeah, more or less." Soyona couldn't stop herself, "Does he touch you the way I did? Do you scream his name the way you screamed mine?" Soyona grinned when she saw Brooklynn's freckled face and chest go red. After a minute Brooklynn said, "Ok well, that is none of your business. But, yeah, he does. I could go into all the details but I doubt you'd wanna hear that. Unless you do? Maybe you'd be into that?" Soyona wanted to throw something, "Oh, fuck off", she said. Brooklynn saluted, "Yes Ma'am." Soyona laughed, genuinely. Despite how angry she was at Brooklynn, at that boy for taking her, she felt so much affection for the girl. She'd missed Brooklynn's spunk. Brooklynn leaned forward slightly, "There is something else we need to discuss. Something...regarding your release. What you have to do, what you have to prove, before I can pull the strings to get you out of here." Brooklynn thought for a moment before saying, "I mean, I am making you stay here for a minimum of eight years no doubt but...y'know." Soyona leaned forward as well, "Lay it on."

Soyona wasn't exactly...thrilled by everything she and Brooklynn had discussed. Brooklynn had explained that she would be checking in with her every two years to evaluate her... morality. To see if she thinks Soyona is worth freeing. Along with the check-ins, Brooklynn informed her that she wanted Soyona to donate a chunk of the money in her account to charity, whether it be a food bank, women's shelter, or whatever, Brooklynn didn't care. As long as the money was going someplace it could make a difference. The worst part of the whole conversation was how cold Brooklynn was throughout the whole thing. Like she was Soyona's lawyer or something. She had immediately missed the sweet, witty Brooklynn from the first few minutes of their encounter. Soyona did her best to listen intently and not to get distracted when Brooklynn leaned in so close she could smell her perfume, or when her shirt dipped and Soyona caught a glimpse of her black lacy bra.

Brooklynn was finally finished rambling about the criteria Soyona had to meet before she would even think about letting her out. Soyona stood and walked across the room, grabbing a sparkling water from the mini fridge and sitting back down on the couch. Brooklynn smiled, "Wow. This place really is fancy huh?" Soyona nodded as she took a sip from the bottle. When Soyona set it down, she looked at Brooklynn and asked, "When I'm...out, will I ever see you again?" She watched Brooklynn's gaze go cold and she dreaded whatever was about to come out of the brunette's mouth. "No. You won't. I don't want you near my friends, and I sure as fuck don't want you near Darius or the life we'll have built together." Soyona rolled her eyes, "Brooklynn you aren't going to marry this boy, stop acting like he's your fucking husband!" Brooklynn's expression shifted completely, her eyes lost any trace of warmth as she said, "You don't know anything about us, and I don't want to hear anything you have to say about our relationship." Soyona looked down, "I'm sorry." Brooklynn exhaled and stood up from the couch. "It's alright, just don't talk about him again." Brooklynn looked down at Soyona and smiled sadly, "I'll see you in two years." Soyona jumped up and grabbed Brooklynn's right hand. Soyona had no idea how to word this, she just knew she had to ask it, "Please will you just- will you just let me kiss you? One last time?" Soyona's heart sunk when Brooklynn closed her beautiful eyes and took a shaky breath. She sounded desperate as she said, "You know I can't do that." Brooklynn pulled away from Soyona's grasp and walked towards the door, she had her hand on the handle when she stopped and turned back around, staring at her with a look Soyona couldn't quite decipher. Before she could blink, Brooklynn was striding across the room, she took Soyona by the waist and pulled her in, wrapping both arms around her and kissing her hard. Soyona responded with fervor, grabbing Brooklynn's waist and pressing their hips together as she deepened the kiss. This was the last time, and they both knew it. Soyona wanted to memorize the feel of Brooklynn's body against her own. After what felt like five hours, and just five seconds, Brooklynn pulled away. They were both panting, chests pressed together. Brooklynn smiled. It was sad, hopeful, and resolute, all at the same time. "Goodbye, Santos." Soyona smiled back, but didn't say anything. She didn't have it in her. Soyona could do nothing but stare as she watched the only woman she had ever truly loved walk away from her forever.

I already know some might be mad about Brooklynn kissing Soyona. And like...I didn't know how to feel about it either (I say as I'm the one who wrote it). But it was a goodbye. Like a forever goodbye. It was in no way them being like "lets have an affair". Not at all. Brooklynn would rather only send voicemails for the rest of her life. She'd cut off her other arm before she did that again.

[hadesisqueer]

I already said this, but saying it again: I fully believe that one of the conflicts the rest of the Nublar 6 are gonna have with Brooklynn when she reunites with them is not just gonna be for the whole 'did you seriously fake your death and let us mourn you for months', or the whole 'why were you buying a dinosaur', because the obvious answer for me, as I already said before, is that she was either trying to infiltrate or gather proof to dismantle the black market (I might be wrong, though). No, I think that obviously it'll truly upset them that she'd faked her death, but I think they all will likely understand and believe her when she explains what she was doing with the whole dinosaur thing. What will bother them is that she did all of that alone.

Like, one of the things that are repeated several times in Camp Cretacious and that Chaos Theory repeats again is that the reason the Nublar 6 survived everything they went through is because they all had each other (and Bumpy obviously, she's Camp Fam as well). They weren't always perfect, but they were a team, friends and a family, they relied on each other, and they worked together. That's how they made it. They weren't alone.

Now, Brooklynn? She kept all she was doing from them. She seemed to have probably wanted to tell Darius about it that night, but didn't have the chance. She kept secrets and did everything alone, without relying on any of them. And that's not how the Nublar 6 do things. That's why for example Kenji feels conflicted about her, and doubts because buying a dinosaur for her own benefit is something that the Brooklynn they know —that we all know— would never do. But none of them can understand why she'd hide what she was doing. It's probably because Brooklynn knew what she was doing was dangerous and didn't want any of them getting involved and all of that, but still: doing things on her own without relying on any of them goes against literally everything the shows tell us, that they survived because they weren't alone. And Brooklynn was trying to do things alone. And that's simply not how the Nublar 6 work. I think it's probably something that's gonna be brought up again once they all reunite, that they manage to do things because they're not alone. They're stronger together.

[aristaspark]

Notice how Darius didn't look at Brooklynn's arm?

It's not me who's saying this. That's a conversation that's happening in the fandom that I wanted to talk about because I find it truly...idk, kind of icky, and of bad taste.

I decided to speak about it after having stumbled once again upon a post using Darius' lack of "notice" of Brooklynn's arm as an argument for the ship, but it's far from being the first time I've seen people bring it up.

Don't get me wrong, my problem isn't that they're supporting the ship, even though I believe Kenlynn to be endgame, I can admit that there are elements that could point towards dinostar possibly being endgame, my problem is with this argument specifically, because it looks like the ones using it are purposefully being obtuse, and are missing the point. To me it's a really disrespectful outlook on the work of the writers and their handling of Brooklynn's disability.

For context, Brooklynn explains to Soyona that she doesn't like the way people look at her ever since she has lost her arm. I love this scene. We get an insight into Brooklynn and her struggles, into how she is still adapting to the way people perceive her now that she's "different". The loss of her arm isn't brushed aside, it has lasting consequences that the writers don't shy away from. They consulted people with limb differences to make sure that they'd show an authentic representation of their expericences, and you can see the care that they put into telling that aspect of Brooklynn's story.

Now that we established that, yes, Brooklynn is struggling with the way she is perceived, let's talk about why I hate what the fandom makes of it.

There are two characters who react to Brooklynn's arm: Ben and Kenji. And from Brooklynn's reaction, we see that she feels some type of way about it, even though she has very different reactions to the two of them, because the two interactions are VERY different.

During the scene with Ben, we can see that Ben's gaze, despite himself, is drawn to her arm. That's mainly because he had no idea that she'd lost it, but since they were both very stressed and there were millions of other more "pressing" matters he should have focused on, it hurt Brooklynn that his eyes kept ogling at her arm. Neither of them were in the right mindset. He was slightly insensitive in the way he approached the subject, which caused Brooklynn to react negatively. But it's never shown as a black and white thing. Ben apologizes and afterwards, Brooklynn is able to focus on something else because she's an actual intelligent and social being who's aware that simply because Ben looked at her arm didn't mean that he thought of her as less than. It was a human interaction, realistic, and in no way was it implanted to say something about Ben and Brooklynn's relationship, to imply that Ben having a reaction made him a bad friend somehow. This is simply realistic.

Now, Kenji. He first notices her arm when she's talking to Ben, and we can see that he focuses on it for a hot second, before looking up at her face. Needless to say that in that moment there's a million things going through his mind. Brooklynn is alive, she's there, Ben knew Brooklynn was alive, she has lost a limb... We can see he is hit by all these informations which are way too much for him to process. It's NORMAL, EXCPECTED that he'd have a reaction to seeing her missing arm. Any other reaction would have been stupid. It's as if your lover left for a few days, came back with a missing limb and you said nothing. This doesn't happen. Them writing this into the show says nothing about Kenji's status as a love interest, he shouldn't have to ignore it to be considered a suitable partner and I find it kind of disgusting that people imply this. His lover has lost a limb, of course it will have an impact on him.

Now, the second time he looks at her arm is when he's finally reunited with Brooklynn. But simply reducing this interaction to "Kenji looks at Brooklynn arm -> Brooklynn scared -> Bad = Darius better" is a thought process I'd expect from a pre-schooler.

Kenji spends a very long moment staring only at Brooklynn, at HER FACE, expressing his emotions (beautiful scene by the way). Then he WILLINGLY looks at her arm. Kenji's aware that she's looking at him and he has already seen her arm, the only reason he looks down at her arm is because he wants HER to be aware that he has seen it, and one shouldn't have to be a genius to understand this. And he looks incredibly sad because, I know that's crazy, but as someone who love(d)s her, this impacts him. And Brooklynn has a reaction, I know that's crazy. But unlike with Ben, she looks scared, not mad. I won't spend too much time on this because I already did a brief "analysis" of this scene, but I took it as either she was scared that he'd see her differently, either it was the manifestation of all the hurt she's suffered (yk, often when you open up about something, you feel the emotions as you tell the story, and to me this could be Brooklynn allowing herself to show someone she's suffering for the first time, as if a silent conversation had taken place. Kenji asks what happened to her arm with his eyes, and all the hurt comes flooding back as she's reminded of everything she's been through).

Now, some people use the fact that Darius didn't even glance at her arm as, idk, a good thing, patting him on the back for it (which, on its own, is incredibly weird to me). Yasmina and Sammy didn't look at it either, but since they're not shipped with Brooklynn most don't care, it's not about disability but about somehow gaining points in the battle for Brooklynn.

But I'm like, you have to purposely being obtuse to use this as an argument. If I was Brooklynn and I was presumed dead for a long time, and when I came back I had a limb missing (implying an immense amount of suffering) I would absolutely want my partner and my friends to notice it ??? ESPECIALLY the person I love?? Actually, if he didn't notice I would straight up hate him because that would just mean that he DOESN'T CARE.

Implying that strangers looking at Brooklynn's arm and her loved ones reacting to her evident trauma are the same thing is wild, but using it as an argument for shipping is worse and, to me, an insult to all the work the writers have done to tackle the subject of disability. There isn't some checklist of people who looked at her arm and people who didn't, Darius (as well as Yaz and Sammy) don't deserve a cookie (or Brooklynn's love for that matter 🙃) because they didn't look at it. Ben and Kenji reacting to her arm doesn't mean that they somehow care less about the fact that Brooklynn's alive or that they love her less than the others, and Darius isn't "special" for not having looked at her arm, because Sammy and Yaz also didn't. It simply means that they are well written characters who react to things in their own, sometimes clumsy way.

What bothers me is that these scenes clearly weren't implanted for shipping matters, but are part of the characters' journeys with Brooklynn's disability, and her own journey. Them being present doesn't somehow put a definitive stain on Brooklynn's relationships with Kenji and Ben, things don't work like that. If anything I find Kenji's scene with her to be very touching, because you can just see how devastated he is for her, and how frightened she is.

It's not the fact that people look at her that hurts Brooklynn, it's the reason and the manner in which they look at her.

Idk to me it's kind of disrespectful to the work the writers did because it's implying that they tried to say Darius was the one for Brooklynn simply because he didn't care for his friend's severed limb. I think there are better arguments to make for dinostar, and less insensitive, than to reduce this very important topic to shipping.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk 😭

[s4mmysc0wm1ttenz]

reblog with what you think is the n6 favorite cake flavors!!

I'll go first

Kenji- Classic, chocolate cake. He's kinda basic but he doesn't care he loves it (yk those cakes with the yummy toppers? He eats those before the actual cake)

Yaz- Black Forest. Idek it's literally self explanatory. Typa gal to pick the cherries and eat em

Sammy- Cheesecake. "But it isn't even a true cake" yes, but I don't really care because I think she's love cheesecake. It's also vegetarian friendly (not to confuse with vegan btw) so I think it fits

Ben- Carob cake. But if not, Sea salt caramel. I have no idea why but to me Ben likes caramel stuff.

Brooklynn- Easily, Coffee cake. No explaination needed

Darius- Marble cake. He likes a little bit of both :3

[patchodraws]

since @throneofrayllum asked—

THE LAB PARTNERS DLN AU!

long story short, after Brooklynn’s near-fatal run-in with the Handler, she joins the DLN under the alias Sydney, as per canon.

however, she’s expecting a loosely-collected group of young, inexperienced, reckless anarchists led by a charismatic but ultimately feckless trust-fund guy. what she DOESN’T anticipate is a highly-organized, militantly-effective underground network led by a scarred woman known as Soyona Santos.

in this AU, Soyona was the Broker until recently, after both Raine Delacourt and the Handler mutinied and tried to off her. she barely escaped with her life, and now leads a once-ragtag group in her attempts to destroy the dinosaur black market in retaliation, all while rediscovering her genuine love for dinosaurs along the way.

when Soyona finds out Brooklynn’s real identity, she insists she recruit the rest of the Nublar Six to lend their movement even more legitimacy, but Brooklynn refuses, not wanting to endanger her friends any more than they already are. this leads to Brooklynn and Soyona working closely together on a side project within the DLN: while (Soyona’s nephew and certified little bitch) Earnest leads the actual raids, Soyona and Brooklynn track the Nublar Five and support their dangerous escapades from the shadows.

[hurlingsupport]

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Camp Cretaceous

Next ->

Who knew that fresh air could feel so stuffy? Not you, that's who. You weren't exactly someone who'd leave the house every day, not enjoying the outdoors. So you couldn't really judge how fresh air could be, but this sea air just seemed too fresh.

Luckily, a 'thunk!' interrupted your thoughts, and then a hand shooed you off the boat until your feet met the gray concrete docks.

Looking around, you surveyed the faces of five other people, all varying in looks. The most notable one to you was the guy standing to your left. He wore a bright green jacket, with a face that resembled a similar color. You felt bad for him; but you would not mix the smell of puke with your own—beautifully non-pukey fragrance, so you'd keep your distance for now.

You shimmied a little to the right, almost bumping shoulders with one of the teens, though you skillfully avoided that using something called spatial awareness.

Another person was this tall girl, with a rather long, black ponytail; who seemed too busy inspecting her surroundings to notice a pink-haired girl sneaking up on her with a cellular device in hand.

Your eyes widen as you realize exactly who this pink haired girl is, which is the famous Brooklynn, of course. You weren't really a fan, but it's hard not to know her, considering her social status.

You tear your eyes off the two girls once the taller one pushes Brooklynn's camera out of her face forcefully. Instead, you focus on the dark-skinned boy in front of you, wearing a yellow jacket with black stripes on the sleeves. He was looking around excitedly, practically bouncing on his feet—no, scratch that, he was. You hold back a chuckle, not wanting to be a creep, and jump when someone elbows you gently.

"So… Jurassic World, huh?" You look behind you when you hear a southern accent directed your way. The culprit is a girl with a pink headband, wearing a black leather jacket.

"Uh, yeah. That's–that's where we are. Haha." You grimace at your attempt at a conversation, though the cowgirl doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems happy just at the fact you responded at all.

Before she can speak again, the man who had just been humming a Lady Gaga song and staring at a clipboard finally speaks up; prompting everyone to form a group in front of him.

"Welcome to Isla Nublar, campers!" The man has pale skin and a yellow bandana that forces his hair upwards. He carries a carefree smile and continues talking as he walks back and forth ahead of your group.

"You are the chosen few, the first kids in the entire world to ever experience the awesomeness…" He pauses, and everyone��despite not knowing one another—looks at each other in excitement.

"... that is Camp Cretaceous." He folds his hands behind his back and walks to the left.

"I know—the trip from the mainland was rough on some." He nods his head towards the green jacket teen.

"Hello, Ben."

Said boy turns towards the man to give him a thumbs up, right before spinning back around to barf again over the edge of the dock.

You raised a brow, when had he left the group?

The older man shouts: "But you made it!"

"I'm Dave, head counselor. You heard that correctly—head honcho, big shot."

Dave's interrupted by the sound of screeching wheels, and everyone turns once they notice the dust flying from the vehicle that just pulled up.

The mystery person pushes the driver's seat door open, and a brown-haired woman with sun-kissed skin jumps out.

"Ah, so sorry I'm late!" She has to shout over the commotion she herself had created.

She begins her own introduction as she makes her way towards the group. "Welcome, campers! I'm Roxie, head counselor of Camp Cretaceous." Her words cause a silence to overcome everyone.

You, along with the other teens, stare down Dave with judging eyes.

He fumbles with his words, chuckling with embarrassment. "Haha–well, it's sort of a co-head… counselor sort of situation." His hands point at the air, as if trying to summon something to back him up.

"Is it?" Roxie snickers.

Dave clears his throat, desperate to steer the conversation away from his failed leadership role.

"Anyway, some of you won contests to be here, some if you had VIP invites," During Dave's speech, Brooklynn spins her phone around, recording the area; along with the tall, ponytail girl. The tall girl blocks the camera's view of her face before walking away completely.

Rejected but still determined, Brooklynn instead turns her phone towards the rest of the group, which includes you.

The boy in the yellow jacket gives a double thumbs up at the camera, in addition to a bright smile. The cowgirl then notices the camera and leans over the dark-skinned boy to throw up a peace sign. Even Ben gives a small smile at the camera.

You glance at the camera, eyes widening before giving a quick grin and hurriedly turning the other way. The action causes Brooklynn to raise a brow, but she doesn't investigate further. Rather, she swivels her phone to face Roxie and Dave as they continue their speech, which you now realize you hadn't been listening to.

You pick up on Roxie's words, "As our first campers, we've lined up exclusive behind-the-scenes tours of Jurassic World."

There are varying shouts of eagerness, along with Ben's whines of fear. Roxie goes on to list the various activities you'd all be taking part in before the dark-skinned boy to your right cuts in to shout:

"Dinosaurs!?" His hands are suspended in front of him, balled into fists that shook with fervor.

After a beat of silence, he puts his hands in his pockets and stares down at his shoes. You reluctantly pat his shoulder, offering a small smile when he turns towards you out of confusion.

Lucky for you, he smiles back, because that would've been really awkward if he got creeped out by you touching him or something. You let out a relieved breath from the positive interaction.

Roxie picks up from where she was interrupted, "Yes…" She spares a brief glance at the clipboard in her hands before continuing. "...Darius, plenty of dinosaurs."

"So, ready for an adventure?"

Brooklynn doesn't miss a beat, and immediately responds, "Absolutely!" She looks towards her phone and seems to be a bit dissatisfied at something before turning her eyes back towards the two adults.

"But I'm gonna need that speech a little shorter, and really try to lean into the majesty of this place."

Roxie and Dave stare at the girl with furrowed brows before Dave chuckles and claps his hands together.

"Okay, we're going now. Let's get the seven of you to camp!"

Ben slowly raises a hand in an almost robotic motion, "Uh, there are six of us?" He looks over the group to make sure he isn't wrong before turning towards the red shirt wearing adults.

"Wait." Dave pauses to count heads, verbally announcing names to check off a figurative list.

"Dino-kid, Track-star, Internet Girl, Wordsmith, Barfy, Texas." Everyone gives differing reactions towards the nicknames. He gave you a positive one, at least.

"He's right. Where's seven?" Dave looks around, as if the teen would suddenly appear out of thin air.

Roxie checks the board, most likely for a name, and then scoffs.

Soon after, the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades whirring enters your ears, and you rush to cover them. Number seven really appeared out of thin air, huh?

A grown man hops out, opens the door, and hops back in. Roxie holds a hand out, gesturing towards the aircraft with a well-deserved snarl.

Your group all shields their eyes from dust once again, and you hope this doesn't become a common occurrence. Your glasses can't keep getting dirty because of people's dramatic entrances.

Once the dust clears, you spot a confident-looking guy stepping out, wearing a purple collared shirt and carrying a blue case of luggage. He even sported some black sunglasses, extra much?

"Greetings, my dudes. Kenji is here, so let the party commence!" He walks towards you all, confidence practically radiating off of him.

Roxie sputters at the dust remnants, and it doesn't help that this so-called Kenji throws his luggage at her before saying, "Put this in my room."

"So, what's your deal?" He asks Darius after pulling his sunglasses down in an exaggerated manner.

He's then promptly shoved to the ground by his own luggage, which was thrown at him by none other than Roxie.

"Okay, let's go!" She announces, after dusting her hands off.

Texas climbs onto the trunk of the car Roxie had driven there, while Track-star skillfully jumps over the short wall of said trunk and plopping down next to the other girl.

Ben unwillingly sits near the edge, next to cowgirl, though you usher him away from it because you didn't want to sit near Brooklynn or Kenji; who were going to sit on the opposite side, since your side was full.

"Thanks." Ben mutters, and you nod.

Brooklynn poses and snaps a photo, and Dave pats your side of the truck to an unknown rhythm until he reaches the car door. Darius sits down, facing Brooklynn, likely planning to start a conversation before Kenji intrudes by sitting between the two. He even goes as far as putting an arm around Darius's shoulders despite the annoyed face the poor boy is making.

The engine starts, and everyone screams as Roxie speeds up. Darius buckles his seat belt, causing a chain reaction of seat-buckling.

"I hope you got my mom's note. I don't do well on windy roads." Ben nearly shouts, twisting his body so that he could face the road that the car's driving on.

Your face twists with a grimace as he gags, "Really?" You ask, almost out of annoyance, but you can't really blame him for having such a weak stomach.

He spares you a fleeting look of guilt before hurling, and you grip the back of his jacket because you're not just going to let him fly out of this speeding car.

"What's good, Brooklanders?" Brooklynn says, starting a video as she points her phone to the road and then her own face.

"It's your girl Brooklynn coming at you from the best place ever: Camp Cretaceous!" She throws an arm out, gesturing towards the passing trees.

"Like and subscribe to join me as I unlock: Jurassic World!" She stops and looks at everyone in the trunk, giving you a bad feeling.

"Okay, I need you all to say who you are and a little about yourself." There it is, something you don't want to do but will anyway cause why not.

"And action!" She points her phone at Darius.

He sputters, "Oh! Um…" He thinks for a moment before continuing. "I beat this awesome VR dinosaur game. I'm Darius by the–"

"I'm sorry," the cowgirl interrupts. "I just can't believe… you're Brooklynn!" The pink-haired girl smiles at the attention.

"I'm Sammy Gutierrez, total Brooklander!" Sammy grabs hold of Brooklynn's hand and shakes it with all her might.

She shoots finger guns, ending it with the imitation of gunfire.

She seems to realize that she didn't fully introduce herself, and she suddenly stops. "Oh, also, my family supplies all the beef for the parks, and that's how I got here."

"Great to meet you, Sammy." Brooklynn grins.

Darius looks around, trying to spot confusion on anyone else's face before asking it himself, "Um… What's a Brooklander?"

"Oh, that's just what my online followers call themselves." Brooklyn explains.

"Uh, all 27 million of us." Sammy imitates gunfire again. Kenji's eyes widened in interest.

"27 million? Last time I checked, it was 25 million." You say unintentionally, causing Kenji's already widening eyes to almost bulge out of his head with your contribution, and he excitedly shakes Darius.

Brooklynn furrows her brows at you, opening her mouth to say something before she's cut off by Track-star, who you should really ask the name of.

"Yep, that's why she's the only one who gets to keep her cell phone. She's famous."

Kenji butts in, "Hold on. Rich…" He points to himself, "... and famous?" He turns his hand to Brooklyn.

"Oh, meant to be." He snatches her phone out of her hands, before leaning against her and taking a picture of the two of them.

Ben's still throwing up, and you're still holding onto the back of him. While he takes the attention of practically everyone by grossing them out, Brooklynn takes her phone back from Kenji.

Suddenly, the car comes to an unexpected stop, nearly causing Ben to slip straight out of his seatbelt if it weren't for your hold on him. You both grimace, and he slithers back into his seat while you finally release your strong grip on his jacket.

"Urgh, thanks… again," He pauses, staring at you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You take a few seconds to realize he's waiting for you to give him your name. "Oh! Uh, no problem. It's y/n, by the way."

He nods, smiling as happily as one can when you have bile coating the insides of your mouth. "Thanks again, y/n."

He then turns to ask Dave what's going on, holding his stomach while doing so. Hopefully, they have some Tums or something at the actual camp.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Dave assures, though it's not very helpful with the following sentence.

"But you should all definitely stay in your seats."

Ben whimpers, and of course, as soon as Dave says that everyone gets up and crowds around your side of the trunk to see what's happening.

You unbuckle and observe the adults, watching as they wave around electrified sticks with caution.

Ben continues to whimper. Whether it's out of fear or stomach pain, you're not sure. However, you don't take your eyes off the only adults in the area until Darius hesitantly whispers something you can't quite make out.

You turn to look at Darius, then in the direction he's staring, and see some bushes rustling. You slowly grab a hold of the trunk wall in preparation to jump out if needed.

The bushes continue to rustle, becoming more violent, and Darius keeps trying to gain the attention of people other than you.

It's only when something jumps out, and Darius shrieks, that you jump out of the car trunk and watch as everyone else tumbles out; or attempts to.

Though when the screams stop and you realize the culprit of it all is a little compy, you sigh. Then, you turn around and watch as Ben slips in the damp dirt while trying to get onto his feet.

This goes on for about 10 more seconds until it's awkward on both ends and you grab him by the hand and forcefully pull him up. "Tha–"

"Third time. You can't thank me anymore, Ben." He squints his eyes at you out of befuddlement, then squeals when Roxie pounces on the compy that had been standing on Darius.

She aptly wraps the small dinosaur in a blanket, patting it before delicately placing it in a cat carrier.

"Crisis averted." She says smoothly.

She places it in the car's backseat. "These things are always getting out of their enclosure."

Darius climbed over the head of the trunk and gasped, "A real live Compsognathus!"

Kenji scooted into his seat, huffing at Darius's enchantment. "Oh, please. It took a blanket and a cat carrier to catch it."

He sighed. "Boring!"

Darius gives him a deserving side eye, "Scared you pretty good."

The rest of the group giggled at the Dino-Boy's counter, including yourself. Brooklynn took a picture of Kenji's surprised expression, most likely for her blog. Kenji furrowed his brows at Darius in return.

The ride kept on with peace, at least until the car reached the Camp Cretaceous gate and everyone praised the design with sounds of amazement.

You were worried though, sure this was fun, but they couldn't seem to keep their dinosaurs in check. That worries you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed everyone hopping out of the car. Seems like you reached your destination. You look up and immediately let out a gasp, seeing a humongous tree house that looked to be around 50 feet in the air.

"Seems safe from dinosaurs, at least." You turned to your left, seeing Ben still in the trunk. You huffed.

"It looks like mushrooms." And the conversation was officially over.

"Hey, Brooklanders, check this place out! Is this not the most amazing place you have ever been!?" Then the loud voice of Brooklynn drew your attention. Already recording another video for her channel.

Kenji intrudes as he walks into the camera frame, "If you think this is cool, you should see my dad's penthouse in the main park."

Brooklynn deadpans before lighting up, seeing a girl she had gotten nothing out of yet. "Yasmina!" Oh, so was that her name?

You watch their interaction for a bit before walking off to explore. You assumed you wouldn't die immediately by walking away from the group for now.

You nudge the circle made of short, wooden trunks with your shoe. Looking up when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," it's dino-boy. "Um, not really an important thing, but I wanted to say thanks. For… patting me, y'know? Sorry, that sounds weird, actually."

You stare in silence for a few seconds, before realizing he expected you to respond. "Oh, it's fine. Like you said, it's not an important thing. I just kind of felt bad."

He made a face. Oh, that might've come out wrong. "I mean, it's reasonable to get excited by dinosaurs. They're cool, right?" At this, he smiles brightly.

"Yeah! They're awesome. I have so many books on them, figures, MOVIES!" He gasped, almost as if he didn't know he had these things, before apologizing.

"Sorry, if you couldn't tell, I just really like dinosaurs." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

You kick at the wooden stubs again. "Nah, it's fine. I don't mind you going off about them. I have a bunch of books on them, too."

He raises a brow. "Really? What kind?"

"Just encyclopedias, some stories, the usual." Despite you brushing it off, Darius gets excited either way.

"So cool. Maybe we could exchange books sometime. If we're even on the same continent."

You snicker, thinking about being dinosaur pen pals with a teen you just met.

"Sure."

You jump when Dave suddenly yells, "Listen up!"

You look his way, noticing the lazily thrown luggage. Did he really just toss those in any random direction?

"Announcement time from your co-head counselors."

"Psst, still not a thing." Roxie quietly adds, before continuing on her own, seeing as Dave wasn't acting seriously.

"Okay, everyone, there are some ground rules to cover.

She quickly lists them off, "Curfew at 8:00p.m., and lights out at 9:00p.m. sharp."

"What?"

"Lame."

"Fine."

Ben does this stupid-looking fist pump thing that makes you chuckle.

"This is for your safety," Roxie assures. "We are in a dinosaur-filled jungle." You could understand that with or without her Australian accent. Was it Australian though? You could never really tell.

"You must always keep your distance, or you could be seriously hurt, if not worse." You can see Kenji sulking in the corner, honestly how old was he to be acting the way he has?

"Define worse." Ben says in exasperation.

He's ignored in favor of Dave pointing upwards, stating the obvious. "Cabins are up that-a-way."

Yasmina then shouts, "First one there gets top bunk!" She pushes right past Kenji, as if he wasn't even there.

Then everyone else races past, though despite this you keep your speed at a minimum since you couldn't be bothered. There wasn't that big of a difference between top and bottom bunk. You'd probably fall right off the top bunk, anyway.

You briefly look back, watching as Darius ran up to the car. You wondered if you should follow him, but ultimately decided that it'd be weird to do that and went where everyone else had.

You pause once more when you feel a rumbling, and then hurry to meet up with everyone else.

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys

Doggo Headcanons.

My thoughts on the boys getting a pair of hellhounds. Let's go!

Max gifted the puppies to the boys.

Two rotties. Slightly different colored fur patterns, but the biggest difference was one had pretty blue eyes while the other had striking yellow eyes.

David was against the idea from the get go. His reasoning was they didn't need dogs around.

One week later, he's the Brooklynn-99 meme. "If anything happened to them, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself."

Laddie, Marko, and Paul took the pups immediately. They're thrilled about it. Dwayne and Star took little convincing and quickly came around to. David acted like he wanted nothing to do with the pups. At least until they were constantly taking naps in his lap.

Everyone, including Star and Laddie, argued frequently on name ideas.

They finally got their names when Paul pulled a puppy out of his music collection, and she had gotten a Heart cd in her mouth. They opted on naming the dog sisters after the Wilson sisters after Paul called the blue eyed pup Nancy and she responded to it.

The yellow eyed pup is named Ann but everyone, including David have gotten used to calling her Annie. Ann just sounded too formal for them.

While both dogs are equally excitable and playful, Nancy is the more party dog. Often at Pauls and Markos side. Jumping around a howling along to the boys music.

Annie is the more mellow of the two. Often playing gently with Laddie or just laying at the side of Dwayne and David during quieter activities like reading or card games.

David thinks it's ridiculous, but the rest of the boys and Star often dress up the dogs in accessories and even paint their claws. The dogs absolutely love it. The most David will do will get them an assortment of dog collars. Mostly black leather.

Star and David are the only ones the dogs let bathe them.

While Star and the older boys hang upside down deep into the cave, Annie and Nancy curly up with Laddie. Always on alert to possible intruders.

Feel free to add more! This is all I can think of. 🥰🐾

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH B

MASCULINE︰ bailey. baker. baldric. baldwin. balfour. banks. barclay. barnabas. barnaby. barney. barret. barrett. barrie. barry. bart. bartholomew. basil. baxter. bayley. baylor. bear. beau. beauden. beaumont. beck. beckett. beckham. bellamy. ben. benedict. benj. benjamin. benji. benjy. bennett. bennie. benny. benson. bentley. benton. bernard. bernie. berny. berry. bert. bertie. bertram. bertrand. bevan. bevis. biff. bill. billie. billy. bjorn. blaine. blair. blake. blaze. blye. blythe. bo. bob. bobbie. bobby. bodhi. bodie. boone. boston. bow. bowen. bowie. boyce. brad. braden. bradford. bradley. brady. braeden. braiden. braith. bram. branden. brandon. brandt. branson. brant. brantley. braxton. brayden. braydon. braylen. braylon. braylyn. brecker. brendan. brenden. brendon. brennan. brent. brenton. bret. brett. brian. briar. brice. bridger. briggs. brin. brion. brixton. brock. brodie. brody. bronson. brook. brooks. bruce. bruno. bryan. bryant. bryce. brycen. bryon. bryson. buck. bud. buddy. bugsy. burke. burt. burton. buster. buzz. byrne. byron. bysshe.

FEMININE︰ bailee. bailey. bambi. barbara. barbie. baylee. bayley. baylor. bea. beatrice. beatrix. beau. becca. becci. bee. belen. bella. bellamy. belle. berkeley. berkley. bernadette. berry. bertha. bess. beth. bethany. betsy. betty. bev. beverley. beverly. bexley. bianca. billie. birdie. blaine. blair. blaire. blaisha. blake. blakely. blessing. blondie. blossom. blue. blythe. bonita. bonnie. braelyn. braelynn. braya. braylee. braylynn. breana. bree. brenna. brennalyn. bria. briana. brianna. briar. bridget. bridgette. briella. briella.. brielle. brinley. bristol. britannia. britney. brittani. brittania. brittany. brittney. brook. brooke. brooklyn. brooklynn. bryana. bryanna. brylee. brynlee. brynleigh. brynn. bunny. burgundy.

NEUTRAL︰ bail. bailey. baker. bale. ballad. bandit. bang. bank. banks. banner. barker. barns. barracuda. barrel. basil. basket. bass. bassdrop. bassline. bat. battery. battle. bay. baylor. baylor.. beach. beacon. beamer. bear. beau. beaux. beck. bee. beg. behold. believe. bellamy. bender. bentlee. berkeley. berkley. beta. between. beverly. bexley. beyond. bid. birch. bird. bishop. bit. bite. black. blaine. blair. blaire. blaise. blake. blame. blayke. blaze. bless. blessing. blight. blip. bliss. blister. blue. bluff. blur. blurb. blythe. bobby. bolt. bone. bonkers. boston. botany. boulevard. bow. bowie. brack. braelyn. brain. bramble. bran. branch. brass. bravery. braylen. braylin. braylynn. breach. break. breakthrough. breck. brecken. breeze. brennan. brentley. brett. brexley. briar. brick. brig. bright. brighton. briley. brine. britton. brixton. bronco. bronx. brook. brooks. brown. brute. bryar. bryer. bryn. bubble. bubblegum. buck. bud. buddy. bull. bulldog. bullet. bumble. bun. bungee. bunny. burns. bury. bus. busy. butter. butterfly. button. buzz. bygone.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

the Nublar Six parents at pride

this one is for all the people without supportive parents this month. people whose parents kicked them you, shame/d your identity, misgender/ed and/or deadname/d you. people who have parents that are anything but loving, supporting, accepting, and actively affirming of who you are.

you are amazing, special, wonderful, magical, and you deserve so much better. the camp fam parents have all adopted you now, it's inescapable. they're making you warm soup and hugging you and giving you advice and booking your first pride event as you read this.

thank you @throneofrayllum for Brooklynn's dad's oc (his name is Ash and he will fistfight the homophobic people <3)

and thank you @lemedstudent2021 for translating Nadia's name into Arabic and showing me how it would be written in calligraphy! :)

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: image shows digital art of five adults on a grey background, standing side by side. from left to right is mrs Pincus: a white woman with grey-brown hair, blue eyes and a slightly curvy build, smiling, and wearing a silver necklace with the star of David on it. she wears a dark purple shirt with a round neckline, sleeves that go down to her mid-bicep, and the words 'protect trans kids' on it (the three words are in the three colours of the trans flag; protect is blue, trans is pink, and kids is white, and each word is on a separate line) and she wears beige trousers underneath. her left arm is by her side, and her right hand is on her hip, and her nails are painted in the colours of the trans flag. she has a black bum bag/dork pouch on her left hip with (from left to right) the progress pride flag, a pale indigo badge that says: 'she/her' written in black, a gold star, and a red heart).

next to mrs Pincus and facing her, an inch or two taller than her, is Nadia Fadoula: a Middle Eastern woman with brown eyes, dark brown hair, light brown skin, an average build, and an interested expression and a soft smile on her face. she wears a gold necklace and dangly earrings (one is visible) with the rainbow pride flag on it. she wears a white t shirt with the words: 'i love my daughter and her girlfriend' on it, drawn to look hand painted. the word girlfriend is painted in the colours of the progress pride flag. she wears grey-purple trousers, and a lilac pronoun pin near her left shoulder that says: 'she/her' written in black, and she wears a navy tote bag with her name, Nadia, written in Arabic in white font. both her arms hang by her side, and her left arm is inside her bag.

next to her, several inches shorter and facing to another person, is mrs Bowman, a black woman with short, black hair, dark brown skin, a slim build, and brown eyes, whose mouth is open in a smile, as if she were talking. she wears white leggings, and a black v-neck t shirt with short sleeves that says: free mom hugs. the o in mom is a heart with the colours of the bisexual flag. her left arm is by her side, and her right arm is around the other person's waist, and her nails are painted in the colours of the bisexual flag. she wears a light blue pronoun pin pinned to her t shirt that says: 'she/her' written in black, and a small, gold hoop earring.

next to her, a few inches taller than her, is Trevor: a bald, black man with a slim build, brown skin and hazel eyes, who smiles, looking at mrs Bowman next to him. he wears a v-neck, long sleeved black t shirt with white text (the same colours as mrs Bowman's shirt) that says: free dad hugs. he wears khaki trousers, and holds a navy blue duffle bag in his left hand that has the words: you are safe with me written on the side, in rainbow font. his right hand is on mrs Bowman's left shoulder, and his nails are painted with the colours of the gay man flag. he wears a pink pronoun badge near his left shoulder that says: 'he/him' writen in black

next to him, is Ash: a white man who's significantly musclier and taller than the others, and looks to the image left, smiling at something unspecified. he has light brown hair, turquoise-green eyes (same colourations as Brooklynn) and he wears a rainbow vest that has the words in black: catch with a dad, and ripped denim shorts. he holds a small, red ball with white stripes in the pattern of a baseball ball in his right hand. he wears a black pronoun badge on his vest with the words: 'he/him' written in white.

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