batman #464 “spirit of the beast, part three: sacrifice,” published in july 1991. art by norm breyfogle, written by alan grant.
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batman #464 “spirit of the beast, part three: sacrifice,” published in july 1991. art by norm breyfogle, written by alan grant.
Last Sunday I found and bought a small triceratops plush. My siblings saw it and asked what had I named it. I didn't have a name in mind yet
This Monday the news hit. I've been crying since then. Thinking about him. About my role model. Remembering all the times I got ignored or bullied for liking dinosaurs. Thinking about all the times I was told to "grow up and start behaving like a girl, not a boy" or the many times I "need to start taking life seriously and lock in because dinosaurs are for children, not adults" how I always "are so weird and ridiculous for still playing with plastic dead animals" how I "show off how retarded" I am. I remembered that and with it all the times he's face came to my mind telling me that dinosaurs are not a phase, had no gender nor age. They were souls. They're a way to live. A unique mindset. How serious and miraculous they were and how amazing the people that works with them are.
Every time I got crushed by my surroundings he took my hand and held me up. He encouraged me. He inspired me. He affected all of us. He changed all of us. Kids and adults. Boys and girls. Science and faith. Rich and poor. He marked us. He made us.
Today my siblings came to visit and asked me if I had chosen a name already.
I did
His name is Alan
HAPPY 25TH ANNIVERSARY JURASSIC PARK 3!!!!!
My comfort movie <333
Like everyone, I'm very sad about Sam Neill's passing. He may not have started my passion for dinosaurs, but he certainly owned the role that helped a lot of people discover and love them. Could we have had a better Alan ? I don't think so. Chemistry, wit, charm, and that determination that made him such a badass. He was the best fit and I hope he'll be remembered for years and years, for this role and all the others. Goodbye, Mr Neill, and of course, thank you.
We’ll still have each other
Set between JP and JP2, Dinot3 are dealing with the aftermath of the Island.
I was in need of some soft, loving Dinot3 content
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The screech of the raptors was still echoing through Ellie’s mind as she woke with a gasp, her body flinching sharply. “Shhh, it’s okay, you’re safe”, a soothing voice worked through her half-asleep panic and a large familiar hand gently stroked her hair. After a few minutes, her mind cleared and her eyes adjusted to the darkened room. The bedroom of their apartment was lit only by streetlight filtering through the curtains, but it was enough for Ellie to see the two men beside her, both sat up against the headboard, leaning against each other in gentle familiarity.
They didn’t ask what her dream was about, they didn’t need to, they all had them. Ian just kept running his fingers through her hair and Alan reached over to take her hand. “You have dreams tonight too?” Ellie asked them. “Nah,” Ian answered, “leg was hurting. Alan got me some pain meds.” Alan gave a small, one shoulder shrug, “I couldn’t sleep to start with.” Ellie let her head fall to the mattress, not knowing if her eyes were watering from tears or tiredness, “How do we keep going like this?” “We just do, Baby." Ian said, softly, "We hold onto each other and ride it out.” Alan gave Ellie’s hand a gentle tug, “Come on, get in the middle here.” Ellie let him tug her towards him, careful to not lean on Ian’s leg as she shifted over him. After a moment of shuffling, they had settled, lying down in their tangled cuddle pile. Ian on his back, Ellie on her side with her head pillowed on Ian's chest and her arm resting on his stomach. Alan spooned behind her, one arm firmly around her middle, their legs tangled together.
They lay like that in silence for a while, soaking up the warmth and feeling of safety that came from being close, until they finally fell asleep. This time without nightmares. They didn’t know how long it would take for their scars to heal. Odds were they would always carry them in some way. But they knew they would never have to deal with their pain alone.
JP3 rewatch tonight in honour of Sam
Joseph Mazzello Instagram Update about Sam Neill's passing 7/16/26
" Still 💔 "
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