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Are you an Angel? Cause' I'm a Dinosaur

One-Shot request: You’re a new employee to Jurassic World and Owen fall in love with you and keeps flirting with you. Announcements: I literally have NO idea how to flirt so I reverted back to dinosaur pick-up lines. Hope you enjoy! Warnings: None

Dress codes sucked, you decided as you lifted the last sack of food onto the truck and shut the gate. I mean, it was 103 degree weather on a tropical island and you had to wear pants, like, really heavy long pants. You suffered in silence though, I mean, who can complain when you get to feed dinosaurs? This was a job of a life time that also satisfied your childhood dreams. You were new to Jurassic World but so far had gotten along pretty well with all of your coworkers and the animal trainers, at least the ones you’ve met. It was later in the day and you only had one more stop, the Velociraptors. Chills went up and down your spine, this would be the first time you would get to see them. You had heard all of the stories on the news and gossip amongst the workers about what had happened 22 years ago when they first tried to open the park, about the horrors of Jurassic Park and how Raptors were a big part of it. But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your head as you climbed in, started up the truck, and made your way towards the enclosure. Eventually you found it, parked, and hopped out of the nice cool car and into humid island stickiness. You noticed everyone seemed a little on edge and saw a skinny looking kid being looked at by a medic. You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned slightly as you looked around for someone who would tell you where to unload. You caught the attention of a man who came over to where you were leaning against the car. “Hi,” you introduced yourself, “I’m here to drop off the food for the week. Can I asked what happened?” He sighed and looked back at the skinny kid, “He fell over and into the enclosure. He’s fine but it gave us all a scare. Anyway, you can grab some guys and unload the food over there,” He nodded with his head over to a little area built into the side of the concrete wall of the arena. You looked at him funny, “He fell in with the Raptors and he’s ok? How did that happen?” He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by another, rather cute looking, man with deep green eyes, “I, just being my usual awesome self, hopped in and showed the Raptors whose Alpha.” The first man snorted, “Yeah, your ‘usual awesome self’, that’s a good one Owen, really subtle.” Owen shot the man a slight glare, “Thanks, Barry, really.” Barry chuckled, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving.” And with that he walked away and started up another conversation with some other men. Owen shook his head and turned back to find you already unloading the truck, “Hey, do you need some help?” “That would be great. Be careful though, sometimes the meat bleeds through the sack.” He smirked as he picked up a bag, “That’s ok, I don’t mind getting a little dirty.” You thought you saw him wink but your turned around too quickly to notice, you were trying to hide the fact your cheeks were bright pink. This continued for a minute or so, an awkward silence as the both of you went back and forth from the truck to the growing pile of food. Finally you said something, “So, did you really jump in front of a bunch of Raptors?” He looked up and smiled handsomely, “Yeah, like I said,” he looked you in the eyes with his dark green ones, “I’m the Alpha.” “Oh,” you said simply. He was not really trying to be subtle was he, you thought. Again there was a little time where neither of you said anything. But then, “You know,” Owen started, “Kiss me if I’m wrong but you’ve seen the Raptors, right?” You almost choked right then and there, “No,” you managed, “I haven’t had the chance.” He smiled over at you again, “So, what have you heard about me?” You glanced over at him, “Just that you’re the Raptor whisperer, and that you could be a little cold sometimes, at least that’s what I’ve heard.” You turned around to find him right in front of you, “Don’t believe what you hear, I’m as warm-blooded as they come.” You raised your eyebrows, “Oh, so we’re venturing into this territory now? Dino pick-up lines, nice,” You smiled and grabbed the last sack in the truck. “Live in the moment, I like to say, we could all be extinct tomorrow.” “Wow. Why are you flirting with me?” He looked at you softly, “One look at you and I feel like I’ve died and gone to a museum.” Your smile widened, “You do realized we’re holding bags of bloody meat in our hands, right? Not the most ideal place for this kind of conversation.” “Does this mean Jurassic-ing me back to your place?” You laughed and heaved the sack onto the pile and turned around to look back at the man in front of you, “These are possibly the most corny pick-up lines, and about dinosaurs I might add,” He looked down, slightly discouraged, “But, they might just be working.” He looked back up, smiling that goofy smile of his, “I can tell you more over coffee if you’d like.” You looked around, “I would say its carbon date!” You both chuckled and said your good-byes, exchanging numbers in the process and went on your ways. Driving back to your little trailer you began laughing, what a dork, you thought. The following Friday you met up with him at the parks coffee place. He looked good enough to eat.

The future is here today: you can't play Bach on Youtube because Sony says they own his compositions

James Rhodes, a pianist, performed a Bach composition for his Youtube channel, but it didn’t stay up – Youtube’s Content ID system pulled it down and accused him of copyright infringement because Sony Music Global had claimed that they owned 47 seconds’ worth of his personal performance of a song whose composer has been dead for 300 years.

This is a glimpse of the near future. In one week, the European Parliament will vote on a proposal to force all online services to implement Content ID-style censorship, but not just for videos – for audio, text, stills, code, everything.

Just last week, German music professor Ulrich Kaiser posted his research on automated censorship of classical music, in which he found that it was nearly impossible to post anything by composers like Bartok, Schubert, Puccini and Wagner, because companies large and small have fraudulently laid claim to their whole catalogs.

Europeans have one week to contact their MEPs to head off this catastrophe.

Stop what you’re doing and contact two friends in the EU right now and send them to Save Your Internet – before it’s too late.

https://boingboing.net/2018/09/05/mozart-bach-sorta-mach.html

Can you do an imagine where the reader and Derek are on a date but the pack didn't really like her bc they thought there was something "suspicious" about her so they sabotage the date in order to find out what she is. She gets fed up & leaves, since dere K really likes her he gets mad at the pack and tries to get her back?! I'm sorry if it's confusing.😁 but thanks!

Ooh, this sounds like a fun one! It has been added to the list! :-)

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Poisoned Donuts

Hey:) can I get a teen wolf one-shot where y/n is immune to kanima venom and the pack start getting suspicious of her? I know it’s older but please and thank you?:3t Announcements: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None

Cooking class. At the great Beacon Hills High School, this was the class of inedible food and mysterious fires. Today, the entire class was currently learning how to make homemade donuts. The teacher looked warily at the entire class, just waiting for someone to somehow maim themselves with boiling grease.

Suddenly, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around you came face to face with two eager looking boys. One had black, wavy hair and the other had shaggy brown hair. You had some other classes with the two of them. Scott and Styles.

“Hey guys,” you said casually, “What’s up?”

They shared a look with each other that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Hey, Y/N,” Styles began, “We were just wondering if you would be the, uh, test subject for our stuff? I-I mean our donuts? Scott’s a wimp.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Scott, who hit Styles on the arm but quickly regained his cool, “I-yeah, uh, sure.”

You squinted your eyes at the two boys. You went over the pros and cons quickly in your head. Pro: Free donut. Con: Donut being offered by two boys acting like they had something they were hiding.

After a moment of contemplation, you sighed, “Why not?”

They nodded and turned their backs to you. They looked like they were doing something and whispering but you couldn’t see or hear what they were doing. Suddenly they spun around, donut in Scott’s hand. You found it odd how they kept doing things in sync, like they were linked telepathically or something. It looked like the donut had some sort of glaze on it. Scott thrust out his hand, shoving the donut in your direction.

Shrugging, you carefully took the food out of his hand, trying to not get the glaze on your hand. You brought it up to your mouth and took a small bite, expecting the worse. When you didn’t immediately die from tainted donut you looked up at Scott and Stiles. They were looking at you a little wide eyed and with open mouths, like you had just grown a third eye or something.

Furrowing your eyebrows in concern you asked, “What? Did you guys poison this thing or something? Should I be worried?”

Looking like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, they tried to recover, “Oh! Ha! Of course not! Why, uh, why would think that? Ha! Well, thanks, got to fry things, later!”

They went back do actually doing their work and you just shrugged and went back to doing yours. Although, you didn’ t eat the rest of the donut.

—

The pack sat in Derek’s apartment, contemplating what they had just learned. A seemingly normal human was immune to the Kanima venom.

“So, what does this mean?” Scott began.

Derek sighed in frustration, “I don’t know,” he looked around at the group of people around him, “But it can’t mean anything good.”

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Happy 4th of July!!!

I know it's super late but I want to wish peeps a happy 4th of July! And to people who don't celebrate it, I hope you're having a good day :-)

Just Joking Around

One-Shot request: Hey :) I asked you if you’d do Heath Ledgers joker one-shots and you said yes? So I was wondering if you could do one where he saves your life? Anouncments: Hope you all like it! Word count: 1021 Warning: Violence

Alright, if you survived this, you were moving to Alaska, maybe a different country. You didn’t care where as long as it was somewhere far, far away from Gotham. The only reason you still lived here was because you’ve been here all your life, you even took up a job at a bank so you could stay even though in a city like this that was a job no one would ever want, in fact, today was your third day. You thought that maybe the crime rate would go down next month, the one after, next year for sure. But now here you are, paying the price for your naivety laying on the floor of the bank as masked men with guns threatened to shoot someone if they didn’t get their money. You sighed deeply, this day just couldn’t get any worse.

But of course, the universe heard your thoughts and threw a hissy fit.

All of a sudden you felt yourself being yanked by the back of your shirt and thrown back down on the floor, hard. You yelped in pain and in surprised as your face slammed down on the cold tile, tasting fresh blood in your mouth from a new gash on your lip. You whipped your head around only to find yourself staring down the barrel of a very large gun and started to scoot backwards quickly. He lumbered towards you and grabbed the back of your neck with meaty fingers, tighter than what you thought was necessary, and brought your head to eye-level.

“Open the vault!”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Apparently you hesitated too long because he started dragging you over to the large hunk of cold metal that was the bank vaults door and threw you against it with bone crushing force. Your head banged against the door and made your teeth chatter as you looked back to the maniac with a gun.

“Are you deaf? Open the door!” He yelled again, this time raising his gun to point it at you.

A cold pit started to form in your gut, “I can’t,” You stated, which was true. You couldn’t open the vault, you hadn’t been given the code to unlock the door yet, you were still too new to be trusted.

You couldn’t see his face but you assumed it looked beet red, “What? What was that? I didn’t quite here what you just said. Speak a little bit louder for me!” He shoved the gun closer to your face.

Trying to take an almost calm breath you stated again, “I can’t open the door. I just started working here.”

“Oh yeah? Well, ‘newbie’, I think you’re lyin’, trying to be the hero, well, that’s not goin’ to fly here! Now, open the door on the count of five or you’re dead. One.”

The pit in your stomach started growing. Oh god, you thought, he’s actually going to do it, I’m going to die here.

“Two”

You were thinking fast, trying to find a way out of this. Nothing came to mind that wouldn’t get you immediately killed.

“Three!”

Then you saw it, his gun wasn’t held to him by anything. Maybe, just maybe, if you could get that gun you could find a way out of this.

“Four!”

Ahh, what the hell, you thought, I’m about to be shot anyway, might as well try. And lunged for his face.

He was cut off mid number when you smacked the gun to the side and kicked him in the knee. He gasped loudly and loosened the grip on the weapon and you snatched it out of his grip. He recovered quickly though and came at you but you swung the firearm like a bat and clubbed him in the head. It wasn’t pretty or graceful but he fell like a sack of potatoes. You stood up, smirking with satisfaction as you realized something, what about the other gunmen?

As if on cue you hear the distinctive click of a hammer being thrown back. Turning slowly you were met with another black metal barrel, close enough this time to touch your nose. You gulped rather loudly and closed your eyes. No getting out of this one. A thunderous boom went off like canon fire and you flinched, but you didn’t feel anything. Were you already dead? No, that’s not it. You opened your eyes to see the other gunman fall with a growing dot of red over his chest. Hearing noise behind you, you were met by a man with rather green looking hair and red face paint over his mouth like a splash of blood. He held a gun too, but not at you, a little toward your right, where the other man once stood.

He looked at you lazily and licked his lips, “You just can’t find good help these days. They’re always, running off and making decisions for themselves,” Suddenly he shot the man you had clubbed down too, “Really rather annoying if you ask me.”

Staring at him with wide eyes you thought, what is going on? Who is this guy? I should be dead right now.

He licked his lips again, “Ah, you must be confused. You see, I find you… interesting. I’m not just going to let you go off and die when I have plans for you now am I?”

“Pl… plans?”

“Oh yes, big ones. Very big ones. Don’t go skipping town now.” He started walking towards the back room.

There wasn’t a back door, you thought, why is he going there? Just then he grabbed two things out of his jacket pocket. One he threw to you, “Here’s my card, and remember, big plans!”

The other thing he threw into the room. It looked like a cartoonishly big grenade. You flinched as a blast came from the room and smoke billowed out through the doorway. You opened your eyes again only to find that the stranger had disappeared. You looked down at the card and frowned. It wasn’t a business card or anything official like that, it was a playing card.

The Joker, to be exact.

Ahhh, November 1st.

You know what that means........ MERRY CHRISTMAS