#fossil addict

[markrondeau]

Fossilized mollusks from the Late Cretaceous (66-145 million years ago). Collected by Mark Rondeau in North Texas, U.S.A.

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#fossils #fossil #paleontology #nature #science #fossilhunting #prehistoric #LateCretaceous #fossilhunter #mollusk #fossiladdict #naturalhistory #paleontologist #cretaceous #extinct #evolution #fossilcollector #paleo #animals

[stvtic-screvms]

9, 18 and 21 ☺️☺️

9. A song that makes you want to go on an adventure

Turnover - Humming ("Oh just take me where you go, when it gets dark, without you I won't make it out. I don't think I'll make it out alive. I wanna run and hide with you tonight.")

18. A song that you like that the lyrics are just so beautiful they’re practically poetry

Slowdive - When The Sun Hits ("Sweet thing, I watch you, burn so fast it scares me. Mind games, don't leave me, I've come so far, don't lose me. It matters where you are. As the sun hits, she'll be waiting with her cool things and her heaven. Hey, hey lover, you're still burning.")

21. A song for when the sun has gone down and you are feeling absolutely buck-wild with exhilaration!

Beach Fossils - Run To The Moon ("I'm tryna get focused, too excited but I gotta slow down. The moment that I saw you, everything was true, I'm no longer empty, girl, you made me feel so new. Run to the moon, it feels like I'm living in another world. Only you can pull me back into myself.")

thank you, much love to you 🫶

[artby80]

Small Fossil sticker set designed by me.

🍄Not available yet, will be announcing hopefully in the next week or so, just looking for the time to print and get them cut out, using my cricket. 🍄

[box-dwelling]

I'm going to be honest, I think banning disposable vapes is going to send smoking rates through the roof. Especially among minors

[johniac]

SciTech Chronicles. . . . . . .May 21st, 2025

[tgcg]

ill break your shit adam

warning for adult lang

fuck you adam sandler

youre lucky karkat likes you

stupid fuck sees an amnesiac girl

and asks her can i marry you

that lady got issues mentally

you still down to do shit anally

deplorable zit on the ass of romanza

karkat told me to put that shit in this stanza

do raps even count as having stanzas

slam poetry tyke at preschool im no manza

youd probably jack it to a log with holes if they were wet ones

sitting on that stupid dock with her papa cracking cold ones

piece of shit id push you off that dock and watch you bubbling

kick your ass like her shitty bro failed when you were troubling

penguins dont quack like fucking ducks you dumbass

thats not part of the rap i just think that youre a dumbass

back to the rap sandler i bet you couldnt drop a single bar

too busy picking up stupid women at the stupid women bar

who even let you into hawaii

also did i say karkat liked you i was kidding he wants to kick your heinie

seriously watching that shit again made him start slamming his head into the cushions and screaming i had to pry them out his hands and he almost bit me

sorry i forgot i was rapping again

piece of shit forgot that you can like women while dating other men

still not over that chuck and larry shit adam

if you just said to the gov you were bi you coulda had em

firefighter of the year? well try putting out this heat

karkats gonna beat your ass like you do every night to your meat

gotta ask is this shit wish fulfilment for you

gotta say larry deserved better than you

i could treat him way better than you not in a gay way though

i just mean youre a massive sleaze basically the worlds shittiest bro

back to 50 first dates man sandler your shit is a bore

the stupid bits with schneider got my ass addicted to snore

if i was that stupid walrus id tear your ass to shreds

if i was that penguin i would also tear your ass to shreds

itd be harder but id still do it

bro fuck adam sandler im through it

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TT: Wow. Bravo, Dave. You've outdone yourself.

TG: i wrote this one exceptionally fucking terrible to represent my inner darkness

TG: i can never unwatch those cinematic fossilized turds theyre like time capsules devoted to everything wrong with america

TG: you dont even understand how egregious that was

TT: I can sense the utter malaise and contempt in every word. It's beautiful.

TT: One particularly interesting point I'd like to make is the fact that you managed to refer to butts in a song about a male target, 10 times in the span of 37 lines. It's not an exorbitant amount, but it appears to be a running theme in your works. Very interesting, if you ask me --

TG: nooooo

TG: nope no

TG: not this shit again

TG: listen one of them is karkats fault

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CG: ROSE, YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S DOING HERE AT ALL.

TT: No? Please, enlighten me Karkat.

CG: GLADLY.

CG: HE STARTS OUT WITH THE FRIGGIN WORD "ANAL" PRECEDING ALL OF THE OTHER MENTIONS, OF COURSE IT'S ON PURPOSE. IT INSTILLS THAT IMAGERY IN YOUR NUGBONE THROUGHOUT THE TRACK.

CG: AND YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED A RECURRING USE OF THE WORD "SHIT", IN TANDEM. BOG-STANDARD FOR DAVE, RIGHT? NO! IT'S PART OF THE EFFECT!

CG: MY THESIS: ADAM SANDLER MOVIES ARE PIECES OF ABSOLUTE SHIT AND THE REFERENCES TO WORDS LIKE "LOG" AND "SHIT" AND "ASS" ARE TO INVOKE THE SENSE OF TAKING A MASSIVE DUMP THROUGHOUT THE SPAN OF THE RAP, WHICH BY ALL MEANS WOULD BE AN EQUAL OR GREATER USE OF YOUR TIME THAN WATCHING THOSE MOVIES.

CG: RIGHT, DAVE?

TG: … yeah

TT: Okay, I'm willing to concede to that. On this subject matter, as an avid terrible movie enjoyer, you admittedly know better than myself.

CG: SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

TT: And you love them anyways.

CG: YEAH.

TG: hes right

TG: you hear that shit hes right

TG: fuck death of the author im verifying that interpretation

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

for the record my official paleontologist review of Paleo Pines is

it's gorgeous

it's so cute

it's super fun

it takes too long to get into it, the start is just... slow. too slow.

it needs more tutorials/explanations of things in the game, I had to look up waaaaay too much stuff online just to understand certain things

I am once again begging game devs to hire me as a "taxon balancer" because why did we need four dromaeosaurs and not a single alvarezsaur or small running ornithopod/neornithischian thing? why are there no sauropodomorphs at all when plenty would be smaller than the ornithischians and theropods??? why is Wuerhosaurus in the Game at all when it's just Stegosaurus but Later???

I can accept Postosuchus and Desmatosuchus being there (barely, like I love Triassic Weirdos but like... idk, don't call everything a dinosaur then) but Dimetrodon????? Permia isn't even one of the seasons!!! come on!!!

a farming/ranching game without romance??? I don't have to have a pansexual crisis??? hooray!

how dare the number of dinosaurs you can keep happy on your ranch be finite based on dreamstones and not space

I *love* the flavor system and it took me way too long to figure out that favorite treats are based on each individual animal's specific favorite secondary flavor

I want more dinosaurs and more regions

you should be able to befriend animals without necessarily bringing them home (and yes, I know, you can send them to the wilds, but they look so OFFENDED, like... why can't I just make friends)

I'm addicted to this game, send help, I am hopelessly behind on Fossil Novembirb posts and I want to turn in a grant proposal this week

I'm glad I waited till after my big conference to play because of the aforementioned addiction

anyways I finished work for today, off to play some more la la la

[syltheanti]

Oh STFU, mind your business 🙄

I sent those asks on that bitch Toadstool's end because she is a rabid anti that of course hasn't shut the fuck up about Addiction Verse!

It was pretty hilarious to watch her get mad that I called her a cumrag since she really acts like one...

Tf is weird about me stating she is an addiction???

She sure has no life, when she shoulda worry more about real people!

Grass is a plant with narrow leaves growing from the base. A common kind of grass is used to cover the ground in a lawn and other places. Grass gets water from the roots in the ground. Grass is usually pigmented with the colour ‘green’. Grasses are monocotyledon, herbaceous plants.

The grasses include the "grass", of the family Poaceae (also called Gramineae). Also sometimes it is used to include the sedges (Cyperaceae) and the rushes (Juncaceae). These three families are not closely related but belong to different clades in the order Poales. They are similar adaptations to a common life-style.

The true grasses include cereals, bamboo and the grasses of lawns (turf) and grassland. Uses for graminoids include food (as grain, sprouted grain, shoots or rhizomes), drink (beer, whisky), pasture for livestock, thatching thatch, paper, fuel, clothing, insulation, construction, sports turf, basket weaving and many others.

Many grasses are short, but some grasses, like bamboo can grow very tall. Plants from the grass family can grow in many places, even if they are very cold or very dry. Several other plants that look similar but are not members of the grass family are also sometimes called grass; these include rushes, reeds, papyrus, and water chestnut.

Grasses are an important food for many animals, like deer, buffalo, cattle, mice, grasshoppers, caterpillars, and many other grazers. Unlike other plants, grasses grow from the bottom, so when animals eat grass they usually do not destroy the part that grows. Without grass, dirt can wash away into rivers (erosion). Graminoids include some of the most versatile plant life-forms. They became widespread toward the end of the Cretaceous. Fossilized dinosaur dung (coprolites) have been found containing grass phytoliths (silica stones inside grass leaves).[Grasses have adapted to conditions in lush rain forests, dry deserts, cold mountains and even intertidal habitats, and are now the most widespread plant type. Grass is a valuable source of food and energy for many animals.Lawn grass is often planted on sports fields and in the area around a building. Sometimes chemicals and water is used to help lawns to grow.

People have used grasses for a long time. People eat parts of grasses. Corn, wheat, barley, oats, rice and millet are cereals, common grains whose seeds are used for food and to make alcohol such as beer.

Sugar comes from sugar cane, which is also a plant in the grass family. People have grown grasses as food for farm animals for about 4,000 years. People use bamboo to build houses, fences, furniture and other things. Grass plants can also be used as fuel, to cover roofs, and to weave baskets. n English, the word "grass" appears in several phrases. For example:

"The grass is always greener on the other side" means "people are never happy with what they have and want something else." "Don't let the grass grow under your feet" means "Do something". "A snake in the grass" is about a person that will not be honest and will trick others. Grass is sometimes used as a slang term for cannabis (also called pot, weed, or marijuana)

[supersonicanimates]

matchup of the century

personally believe Gregory House would win for several reasons below

-he has a painkiller addiction (natural incentive to kill pk)

-he has a cane and thus more attack range (and expertise with it)

-Painkiller can only really hit what's in front of them with a taser thing and doesn't have much actual strength, while House has been shown to be somewhat physically active

-he's definitely smarter and more confident, and could probably think of a better battle plan. Fossil has proven to be the better planner over PK

-house has more backup (foreman, chase, cameron and possibly wilson), while Painkiller has just fossil and a couple chickens

-if we're tackling dubious canon: shotgun / machete / flashlight cane from that dream sequence

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Tiger's Eye

Tiger's Eye (The Stone of the Sun)

Color: Golden Yellow with Brown

Hardiness: 7

Rarity: Easy to Obtain

Type: Metamorphic

Chakra Association: Sacral, Solar-Plexus, Third Eye

Deities: Ra, Sekhmet, Durga

Astrological Signs: Capricorn, Leo

Element: Earth, Fire

Planet: Sun

Origin: India, Myanmar, South Africa, USA, Mexico

Powers: The Sun, Protection, Abundance, Luck, Pride, and Justice

Crystals It Works Well With: Cat’s Eye, Chalcedony, Topaz

How It is Created: Tiger’s Eye is basically a quartz but they formed in such an unusual way that the fibers of the mineral called crocidolite are laid down in parallel bands within the structure. This creates its silk like appearance and its “cat’s eye”.

History: Tombs in the ancient city of Ur in Mesopotamia (now Iraq) dating back to 2500 BCE have yielded gold sets with agates, like tiger’s eye and carnelian. The tiger’s eye was very popular due to the belief that it harnessed the power of the earth and the sun. This is why it is associated with the god of the sun, Ra and why Egyptians considered it a very valuable gem. Roman soldiers believed that the tiger’s eye was a symbol of bravery and would ride with pieces of tiger’s eye on them in order to encourage bravery during battles.

What It Can Do:

Shields the energy field or aura from negativity

Clears tension and mental blocks from the solar plexus

Can soothe, calm, and restore one’s body and mind

Banish the evil eye and curses

Attracts money while curbing impulsive spending

Used to detect liars and deceptions

Can increase confidence and pride

Placing it on your third eye can help enhance psychic abilities and balance your lower chakras

Helps unlock and unleash your true desires

Alleviates depression and lifts moods

Reduces crabbing and addictive behavior

How To Get the Best Out of Tiger’s Eye: Wear it in bracelet or amulet form.

How to Cleanse and Charge:

To cleanse: Lay it on a windowsill where the sun shines the most or bury it in your garden where the sun shines the most

To charge: You can also charge it on the windowsill with the sun. The sun really gives it a great charge, especially if one of the deities you work with is a sun god.

Crystal Grid:

Abundance (Spiral)

Base for the grid, such as wood, slate, fossilized wood, or golden card or cloth

Citrine

Goldstone

Green Aventurine

Herkimer Diamond

Jade

Moss Agate

Ruby

Tiger’s Eye

Topaz

If you’re laying a preparatory “cleansing” spiral, start at the topmost point and lay crystals alternately, with the points pointing out from the center.

Place the Goldstone in the center as the keystone.

If laying an abundance grid, begin by placing the Goldstone in the center, stating that your intention is for it to bring abundance into your life.

Lay a spiral of alternated crystals, pointing down and inward, until you reach the Goldstone.

Add a grounding stone if appropriate.

When the grid is no longer required, dismantle it.

Sources

[vivwritescrappythings]

hollow

joel miller x gn!reader

Joel spends a day remembering what could have been

a/n: tried to write in a different way. i don't really love the piece but i'm just going to post it anyway instead of letting it fossilize in my WIP folder.

tw: ANGST, joel's addicted to drugs, hints of smut, joel is just overwhelmingly devoted, character death, canon typical violence, guns, grief

word count: 2.4k

MDNI

masterlist

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Life was barren. 

Maybe Joel should have been used to the feeling by then, the emptiness of waking up each morning with a hole punched through his chest.

When he took enough pills he could pretend nothing had changed. 

The days he couldn’t face the world were few and far between, but they razed his psyche like a wildfire.

He’d stay in bed all day, staring at the water-damaged ceiling of the apartment he shared with Tess. If he squinted, he could pretend it was your busted QZ apartment, the stains in the popcorn ceiling almost looking like the one you’d proclaimed reminded you of a rabbit. He let the painkillers turn the brown puddles into ears and a fluffy white tail, and the warmth of Tess next to him became you.

You were never scared of the way his hands seemed constantly soaked with blood, the way his fingers were rough from handling guns and knives. You’d heard the stories, knew the damage he’d caused. The lives he ripped apart with the same hands. Nothing lived under the scoop of his palms, beneath the squeeze of his fingers.

But you did.

Christ, you did.

He never understood how, but light seemed to flock to you. Stripes of it fell across your sleeping face in the mornings, illuminating your eyelashes and pores and chapped lips like the paintings he used to see in school textbooks. It used to make him wish cameras were still around–just so he could save those quiet moments.

There were countless things about you he wished he could have savored.

Selfishness came naturally to him, he took and took and took. The gaping hole in his chest in the shape of a twelve-year old little girl had turned into an endless chasm over the years. It took a herculean effort to fill it.

And you were willing to try, scooping handfuls of yourself into the space between his ribs and stitching the holes in his lungs with strands of your DNA. 

You knew what to do with his broken parts like a god would, molding him into a new image.

He took his calloused hands and worshipped at the altar of your ribs. You were a benediction, too perfect to be bestowed upon him. There was hardly a man left anymore, scraps mish-mashed into a monster bearing the name Joel Miller limping onward–but you watched him kneel before you in prayer and nudged his head up with your fingertips. 

You laughed when he said he was unworthy.

Tangled in the body-warmed sheets with you, he would whisper his shortcomings down the side of your throat and against the soft skin of your sternum. He reminded you that he couldn’t make his brother stick around, that he couldn’t keep the person that was most important to him in the whole world safe. Like a cockroach, he survived it all.

Like Paul, he was unworthy of salvation at your hands.

There wasn’t a selfish bone in your body, you gave and gave and gave. You pressed yourself into the empty space beneath his arms and nuzzled your nose into the curve of his throat. Warm breaths against the scratch of his beard served as reanimation, each exhale straight into his lungs.

After Tess left for the day he would shut his eyes, remembering the way your nose felt against the back of his neck. You would slip your fingers between his, palm snug against the back of his hand as you murmured soft greetings into his dark curls. 

The first time you held his hand he almost pulled away. He ruined everything he touched, crushed it between his fingers. It was hard to know how to hold you without squeezing too hard.

Instead, you did the squeezing. Your fingertips pressed into the meat of his palm as your lips stamped prayers to his skin. 

You would coax him into wakefulness by hitching a bare leg over his, pressing your bodies flush from head to toe. 

His desire was embarrassing. 

He felt more beast than man in the way that he starved for you. And you simply let him have you, tasting your saliva and your sweat and your sex. Your blood. 

The rusty tang of it had surprised him, flossing too hard forcing crimson to linger between your teeth. Tracing the lines of red with the tip of his tongue tempted him. He wanted to drink it from you.

You liked to have sex in the mornings.

He always took you gently, his bulk pressing you into the mattress as he forced your thighs apart around his hips. Despite your many claims that you would not break, he touched you reverently. A supplicant in the presence of his divine.

It never seemed quite real: the way you made soft sounds with each roll of his hips, your fingers twisting in the dingy sheets. The press of your tongue against his thumb was better than any painkiller, lulling him into blind lust as everything that wasn’t the tight clutch of you around him or the wet shine of the inside of your mouth fell away into the background.

Making love to you was easy, so simple that he would dream about pressing inside of you and staying there until you both withered away. He so desperately wanted to have any part of you that he often imagined what it would feel like to be a part of you.

He’d have to re-up his dose of pills to dull the ache of loneliness as the sun went down, twilight serving as his reminder that he did not deserve to know the warmth of the sun.

It was twilight when it happened, the blue tinge of the sunlight drifting through the sentinel trees almost made him dizzy. That smuggling job had been too big to do on his own, bags of pills and bottles of homemade liquor split between the two of you as you walked. With the promise of ration cards and a bottle of booze in exchange, you were kind enough to oblige the favor and followed him out of the QZ.

If he had known, he would have found anyone else to come with him. He wouldn’t have taken the job.

The infected blended in with the trees, their clicks disguised by the sound of snapping twigs beneath your feet. It was his laugh that drew them in, coming from deep in his belly and echoing as your lips curved into a triumphant smile. Any joke he laughed at became a trophy for you. 

He wasn’t sure if he had laughed since that day. It would have been blasphemous to your memory.

The descent had been chaos, too many infected and too few bullets. You’d gotten a good few shots in, but he could hear exactly when you ran out of ammo. Every move was toward you, every step pulled by his instinct to keep you safe. 

He watched you plunge your knife into the clicker’s temple, having scrabbled with it in the fallen leaves. The clicker trying to bite him fell dead at his feet, his hunting knife plunged through the soft flesh beneath its chin. But it didn’t matter, his feet like lead as he stepped over its prone form.

Adrenaline burned through him. His head swam, the world tilting on its axis as you pushed the limp clicker off you. There were leaves and twigs in your clothes, smears of dirt on your face. 

You winced, wiping the blood covering your hand onto your jeans. 

He’d prayed, foolishly. The ground beneath him threatened to give way as he begged God that you had cut yourself by accident with your own knife. That you had scratched your hand on a rock.

Of course, he had never been so lucky.

The crescent-shaped bite in your hand may as well have been a bullet in his skull.

His knees buckled, almost failing him before he could reach you. You were shell-shocked, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as you stared at your death sentence. At best you would have a few hours.

What had he done to warrant pain like that twice? Having already gone through it once didn’t soften the blow.

A few more heavy steps brought him to collapse in front of you, hands shaking as he took your wrist. He could feel the fine bones beneath your skin, the way your flesh gave way to his grip. A perfect impression of human teeth, bloody and monstrous.

He almost sobbed when you tried to soothe him, your uninjured hand pressed against the scruff on his jaw and thumb running over his cheekbone. The tears stung in his eyes like acid. You told him it was alright, that there was nothing to do. 

You pressed your face into the hollow of his neck as you asked him to keep going, to keep fighting. It had been hard enough to find purpose after Sarah died, when Tommy was still around. 

How could he tell you that there would be nothing left without you?

He could already feel the degradation, his body returning to the corpse he was when you met. The hole in his chest was opening up once more, his ribs sticking out like rebar with chunks of concrete torn away.  

It was a blur, the two of you moving away from the carnage and viscera spread across the brown leaves to a lichen-covered boulder nearby. 

He rested against the boulder, the crown of his head touching the rock face as he watched the stars overtake the sky. You nestled yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, your back against his chest and his arm over your collarbones. He reveled in the warmth of you against him, nose buried in your hair as he took in his scent. Scraps of you he had taken for granted.

It was your voice that kept him from melting down, your determination to remain composed forced him to do the same.

You spun the picture of what your life together would have been like as cordyceps spread through your veins. There was no outbreak in your Elysium, just picket fences and chocolate labradors and packed sack-lunches with handwritten notes. There were no big, sweeping declarations of love, only the intimacy of imagined domesticity. A spouse to show off at Christmas parties and debate paint colors with. 

But you had always been too ethereal for that kind of life, and he was damned.

He should have known that your light would be fleeting–a shooting star rather than a sun. Nothing he had done warranted your sticking around. If anything, it was a punishment for his sins.

The moon was getting high when you decided it was time. You didn’t want to risk it any longer.

At first you had told Joel to leave, to give you one bullet and walk away and never look back.

He almost obeyed, but then he watched the way your hands shook as you tried to load the gun. You dropped the bullet to the forest floor too many times for his comfort, your hands shaking despite your effort to take deep breaths.

There were tears in your voice as you told him to go, he could hear the telltale warble.

His hand was devastatingly steady as he took the gun from you. Loading it was second nature, calloused fingers relying on muscle memory as the bullet settled into the chamber.

There was still warmth in your skin as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were screwed shut, he couldn’t bear to look at you and he couldn’t bear to look away. Your brow was soft beneath his lips, a hand smoothing to the nape of your neck as he held the contact for two beats.

It was all he could allow himself.

He wanted to kiss you, but you didn’t let him. If a bite could spread the infection, it wasn’t a big jump to assume a kiss could, too.

Tess had learned not to ask what was wrong when she came back long after the sun went down. It had taken one screaming match to ward her off from trying to help. He’d stuff another pill into his mouth, twisting to lay on his stomach as he stared at the peeling wallpaper. His gaze was never present on those days–her presence little more than a ghost.

He could only think about how beautiful you looked. The moonlight outlined you in silver, your eyes sparkling. Back before everything they would have put you on posters and billboards and magazines. You were too sublime to live in a post-apocalypse world. It was unfair. 

You faced away from him, thanking him with trembling lips. 

There was no way he could have left you to do it yourself. The way you were shaking like a leaf, he wouldn’t have been surprised if you missed had you been left to your own devices. The idea of you coming back as an infected was worse than you being gone. He couldn’t stand to live in a world where you didn’t know him.

He promised he’d count you down, that he would squeeze the trigger after he breathed out the number one. 

The gun kicked in his hand as he spoke the first number. Three beats too soon, early enough that you weren’t scared yet. Your shoulders had still been relaxed, fingers drumming against your thighs in the way that drove him insane under normal circumstances. 

His ears rang, the thud of your body hitting the ground carved him hollow.

It was hard to not crawl into your grave with you. He’d dug it with his hands, black dirt caked beneath his fingernails and pressed into every wrinkle on his skin. It took him an entire day, but he would never forgive himself if he just left you there for the wolves.

The necklace with your parent’s wedding rings joined a broken watch as yet another memento he held onto.

He’d press another pill onto his tongue, maybe two. However many it took to get him to sleep.

When his eyes closed, he would always picture you somewhere nice, your arm across Sarah’s shoulders as you both walked away from him into the distance. He could hear your laughter, the ebbs and flows of your conversation.

In the morning he would exhume himself, pulling on his tattered work boots before he swallowed another pill to forget that he would never be allowed where you were, anyways. Not after everything he’d done.

There was too much blood on his hands.

[kick-the-clouds]

The planet is burning.

The evidence is undeniable. From record-breaking heatwaves to catastrophic floods, human-caused climate change is ravaging our planet, and we are all witnesses. The science is clear: our addiction to fossil fuels, deforestation, and relentless pollution is driving this destruction. Our one-of-a-kind, life-sustaining environment is under siege, and the clock is ticking.

This isn’t a distant problem. It’s here. It’s now. The melting glaciers, dying coral reefs, and burning forests are not just statistics—they are the dying breath of our Earth. We are losing more than just land; we are losing our home.

This isn't just about the environment; it's about survival. We are all part of this intricate web of life, and when we disrupt it, we face the consequences. The Byzantine complexities of our ecosystems, perfected over millions of years, are unraveling before our eyes.

The truth is harsh, but it's not too late. We still have the power to change course, to protect our planet, and to secure a future where our children can thrive. But we must act now. The science demands it, our survival depends on it, and the Earth—our only home—deserves it.

The time for action is now. Let’s not be the generation that witnessed the destruction of our world and did nothing.

[zzcrypticcoyotezz]

random jp headcanons lets gooo

gonna have lots of alan stuff because i have like. a whole backstory for him lol. he just like me fr so i get to make him trans and autistic.

this is mostly for before the events of JP1 and right after. ian doesn't know he's nonbinary yet. doesn't know until probably... after jp2 i think, when his books become more popular. so i'm gonna be referring to him as a man in this post. (see my post about my nonbinary/genderfluid ian headcanon if ur confused)

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- ian makes jewelery as a hobby in his spare time. made his turquoise necklace himself. LOVES turquoise.

- ellie has a houseplant addiction. don't ever send her to home depot, she WILL rescue all of the succulents. and once they're healthy, she gifts them to her friends. alan complains and insists he can't take care of a plant, that he doesn't have a green thumb, that he would somehow kill it accidentally within a month. but every time ellie stops by his trailer to come and visit, she notices that little plant thriving, for years.

- alan hyperfocuses so much on his work that he often forgets about everything around him. he could sit in the dirt for hours without end picking at fossilized bones, scrutinizing every tiny detail. at least he remembers to stay hydrated, though, always has his water bottle with him. dehydration is no joke, kids! especially out in the desert!

- alan was raised in a rural christian family. they never understood him or any of his interests. in high school, he had a very kind geology teacher who happened to be gay. he helped alan figure out his identity and get into college to become a paleontologist. alan's parents ended up kicking him out on the morning of his 18th birthday, since he just couldn't be the perfect christian daughter they wanted. without the support of his teacher, alan would've never won a college grant, and he would've been homeless. alan truly put everything into his career. every single time alan tried to write a letter home to his parents, it would be returned unopened, so he had to give up. alan started testosterone at 20 years old, it took him two years to find a doctor willing to help.

- alan and ellie met in college. alan was already a few years into his studies by the time ellie got in. alan had never had very many friends in his life, he tended to keep to himself and work alone. ellie's persistence eventually paid off, and after an expedition to the hell creek formation with the rest of their class, he was impressed with her knowledge of mesozoic plant life, and they became good friends.

- a couple years into their friendship, they realized they both have feelings for each other. alan comes out to ellie, terrified she'll leave him, but she doesn't. she doesn't understand at first, but she tries to, and she does her research (she LOVES researching things). she ends up helping alan a lot, making him a couple of proper binders (no more bandages or tape!) and helps him do his testosterone shots.

- they've dated on and off for a long time before the events of JP1. however, the traumatic events of isla nublar were just too much and put a significant strain on their relationship. their feelings for each other never went away, but ellie just couldn't do dinosaurs anymore, after all she went through. she felt she needed normalcy, but alan is alan and he wouldn't be himself without dinosaurs. so they mutually called it off. and she also always wanted to be a mom. and alan insisted he couldn't, he could never provide her what she wanted. yes, there's other ways to conceive, but it's deeper than that. deep down, he was afraid of turning out like his own father. heartbroken, he had to tell ellie to move on and find someone better for herself. after she began dating mark, alan became distant and isolated himself.

- before ian came into the picture, the only person alan had ever dated was ellie. alan's old fashioned, he never thought that someone like him could also like men too. he'd always distanced himself from anything 'queer', more for his own safety than anything else. but he also struggled a lot with internalized homophobia and transphobia. he thought it was a sign of femininity and pushed aside his attraction to ian for a very long time.

- alan is definitely an unsafe binder. he would often just forget he's wearing it while he's out on a digsite. when ellie's around, she would often have to remind him to take breaks. but when it's just himself, he's stubborn (and extremely dysphoric) so he usually forces himself to power through the whole day, ignoring the discomfort. it's easy to ignore when you're uncovering the remains of long extinct animals.

- thanks to his digsite getting enough funding from hammond, alan finally manages to save enough money to get top surgery about a year after the events of jurassic park. ellie takes time off to help him through recovery, but after that, they unfortunately become distant again. he tells ian he's recovering from carpal tunnel surgery. ian knows he's not telling the full truth, alan is very easy to read, but he doesn't press for more, respecting the man's privacy.

- and yes, this means he was binding almost the entire time while on isla nublar. he was in survival mode, only focused on his own safety and lex and tims', and absolutely nobody could know he's trans, so his stubborn ass powered through it, adrenaline blurring any pain. by the time everyone was rescued and off the island, it turned out that alan had bruised and cracked his ribs.

- for a month after the isla nublar incident, alan and ellie stayed with ian, helping him through the worst of the healing process. there was no way they would leave him alone after such a horrific, life-changing leg injury. it was difficult for alan, juggling a sexuality crisis and having to hide his, well, transness, in another man's household, the same man who caused this sexuality crisis, but he made it work. the memory of that time is a huge blur to ian anyways thanks to the pain meds. during this time, the three began to feel something more for each other, but it remained unspoken. alan doesn't even know that there's anything other than monogamy. unfortunately in my headcanon dinot3 doesn't become real until dominion 💔 i'm a slut for slowburns lmfao

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okay, this is all i'm gonna write for now! i'd love to hear anybody's thoughts on these. i love these bitches sm they live in my head rent free. honestly i've been tempted to like... make a fanfic rewriting jp1 but with my headcanons, but that's too much work and i have a very bad habit of starting projects and never finishing them 💀 so probably not gonna happen. it's also very difficult trying to find any resources about how life was like for trans men back in the 80s/90s.

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Some Shelly head canons because I've been playing as her all morning with my sister and I think she's neat as fuck (I love this fossil sm-)

Includes some fluffy handler moments yes indeed. :]

I believe wholeheartedly that Shelly bites- but she isn't a vicious biter, she very carefully and gently nibbles. She's left scars all over Shanon's hands from her nibbling, but Shanon doesn't mind, it doesn't hurt much anymore. Shelly can't control her sharp teeth either...

I like to imagine Shelly to be like a Chihuahua, shivering when she's comfortable and when she's cold. Shanon knows the difference, though it tends to worry Vee since she's still learning how to tell if Shelly is sick and cold or just really comfortable.

Shelly, while liking dinosaurs, has an interest in technology thanks to Vee. She has been taking lessons on fixing Vee behind her back, and Veronica is more than willing to teach her everything she knows to help her with her goal of becoming Vee's main repairwoman

Shelly most definitely has a soft but stern mom voice, and she knows how to use it. She'll make any toon listen to her scolding, even if they don't realize they're there when she starts. She's not usually the one to do it though, unless it's someone she's close to. Vee especially gets this treatment, but that's because she just wants her to be safe, and Vee honestly respects that a lot.

I'd imagine Shelly would have a very pleasant singing voice as well, and would pair well with Vee's, she's just not used to having an audience so she gets really shy when she sings. Vee's addicted to her singing though.

Shelly absolutely would sell sea shells on the sea shore. Just fossilized seashells. Especially if she gets to tell you the history of that fossil before you buy it.

Shelly could honestly care less how often Vee tells her she loves her, she just knows she does by the way she looks and interacts with her, but she never tells Vee that just so she can keep hearing her favorite tv loudly announce that she loves her at any random moment Vee wants to. She genuinely finds it really cute that Vee loves to tell her she loves her so often, and is always happy to say it right back just to see that look in her eyes. She's obsessed with that silly robot who would've guessed-

I feel like Shelly would be a tiny fossil clone of Shanon, I feel like she'd copy a lot of Shanon's behaviors and act like she was her genuine biological child since she wouldn't interact with other people often. The running gag of "handlers being parental figures" is very real here... Shanon is her mom, she will absolutely call her mom, she is her mother and you're not convincing her otherwise.

Shelly absolutely sews up anything anyone gives her to fix - no questions asked. She loves sowing, and she loves sowing plushies just to give them to Vee. She's blissfully unaware that Vee is running out of room for them, because Vee never tells her... Until she opens her closet one day and a bunch of dinosaur stuffies fall out. Vee's favorite is the first one Shelly ever made for her, which is a plush stegosaurus. Only Shelly can touch that one, the rest the handlers can also touch if Vee's watching. Vee takes Shelly's gifts way too seriously...

Shelly has a great bond with the other mains, thanks to Vee. Her second favorite is Astro, mostly because he gives her dreams about riding dinosaurs with Vee. She always dreams about dinosaurs and Vee. Sometimes Shanon's there too.

Shelly loves any fun shaped food, and tends to only eat anything that looks fun to eat, such as dinosaur nuggets and smiley fries. It's purely because they're simple and she knows exactly what it is, she's terrified of new foods and it's one of the few things Vee can't help her with. Unfortunately. She's not picky though, she just has anxiety when it comes to new foods, she tends to love everything she tries.

Shelly would only kill someone for one of four things - stealing a fossil, hurting her family/friends/partner, taking away her dino nuggets and threatening her herself. One shall not take her prized comfort food...

Shelly absolutely is built like a lumberjack, she looks like a chubby, squishable friend but is actually terrifyingly strong. THANKFULLY she knows her strength and never has accidentally killed anyone with a hug, even though she absolutely could. People fear her hugs regardless.

Random note but I feel like her voice would get all high pitched and squeaky when she's either really happy or really mad and I find that adorable, and I'm the same way. I love this autistic fossil...

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The Fractured But Whole but the kids’ main outfits are their superhero costumes and their superhero costumes are their casual wear.

Timothy Douglas/Guns n’ Roses

Class - Psychic Pyromancer

Race - Post-Human

Sexuality - Bisexual Cis Male

Alignment - Chaotic Good

Power Source - The electric guitar

Weakness - Stairs

From a well-behave boy of a few words to a mischievous rebel who can speak telepathically through his guitar. Every string Guns n’ Roses pulled can bring hell in his path and won't hesitate to incinerate his enemies if he so desires. However, that's only for the big baddies! Despite Guns n’ Roses’s thirst for violence, he's still a kind-hearted kid at heart when Timothy is the one in control of the guitar.

Kenneth Tyson/Bloodlust

Class - Brutalist

Race - Unknown

Sexuality - Bisexual Cis Male

Alignment - Chaotic Neutral

Power Source - Azathoth

Weakness - Poverty

Every night, there's bound to be a massacre where criminal activity takes place. Criminals who survived the massacre lived to tell the tale of Bloodlust. An undying entity who doesn't get tired or defeated no matter the state he's in. He won't stop spilling blood until every criminal is either injured or killed. Bloodlust may be a wicked beast who will kill anything on sight but in reality, he's actually a caring brother and son to his family, and the lust part doesn't mean he enjoys seeing people dying. It actually means his dirty mind and his interest in Timothy.

Tollers Williams/Kickbox

Class - Martial Artist

Race - Human

Sexuality - Straight Cis Male

Alignment - Lawful Good

Power Source - Black Belt

Weakness - Dodgeballs

After years of learning kickboxing at a younger age with his father, Kickbox harnesses his inner beast’s power to make a perfect battle between him and his enemies. His instincts and awareness of his surroundings are off the roof, and no threat can ever pin him down to the floor. No matter what, Kickbox is always on top of many defeated foes with a stoic look on his face. That is until someone happened to have a dodgeball with them.

Twain Wonder/Roaring Inferno

Class - Primal Blaster

Race - Hybrid Dinosaur

Sexuality - Homosexual Cis Male

Alignment - Neutral

Power Source - Love

Weakness - Caffeine Addiction

Born from the grounded-up beans growing from his fossilized carcass, Roaring Inferno rises to wreak havoc once again. Well, at least for a bit as a human boy defeated him and taught him a lesson (And then fell in love). He's now a baker and coffee barista at his family’s coffee shop with the help of his flames that can instantly get hot orders done. As long as he kept his aggression through a lot of things he could cope with, he is a good friend to be around!

Stanley Kimble/Quickdraw

Class - Gunslinger Animal Whisperer

Race - Human

Sexuality - Straight Cis Male

Alignment - Lawful Neutral

Power Source - Nature

Weakness - Seeing animals getting hurt or killed

Quickdraw can excuse killing people and monsters, but draws the line on killing animals. One shot at an animal equals a shot in the head from Quickdraw. He speaks for nature and will do anything to protect the wildlife from pesky dangers. Ironically, his sniper is made by his Uncle Jimbo, a hunter who hunts animals. Also, the red cardinal he has with him 24/7, is an ex-member of the woodland critters and is seeking redemption by following Quickdraw everywhere to see what can it do to redeem itself through his actions.

An edit I made of them :)