You never know when the good you do may come back around

(via Sam Neill in ‘Jurassic World’) 

Sir Nigel John Dermot “Sam” Neill (14 September 1947 – 13 July 2026)

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and i don't feel safe anymore, oh, what a mess i wonder who's watching me now

Second chapter!!

but i also think people on tumblr assume carol has much more control over her situation than she actually does. people act like she's a heinous rampaging bitch when in reality she's a person in an impossible situation. like, for example, the way she behaved on air force one. ABSOLUTELY she was operating on an assumption of american exceptionalism there. but she was also operating on "my wife died in front of me less than 24 hours ago" and "the entire planet is gaslihting me and these other five people." to act like carol's privilege is the only reason the others didn't listen to her is fucking insane. they didn't listen to her because they were also traumatized and grieving and holding on to the only sliver of normalcy they had left

when carol speaks to kisumayu, she is operating from a white savior mindset--but she's also reacting from her conversion therapy trauma. conversion therapy isnt like troubled teen camps where you get randomly kidnapped against your will, most of the time conversion therapy is elective. I think carol sees a younger version of herself in kisumayu: a young girl trying to please her guardians and going along with a scary process that she doesn't understand for the sake of being loved

and she's wrong!!! she's so fucking wrong about kisumayu!!! but she's a character in a tv show who's about to learn and grow

and I don't think that the grocery store scene is as much of carol throwing a fit as some people like to characterize it as. like it's undeniably not the most sustainable move and carol is delusional to think that going to a grocery store makes her independent.

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It was incredibly funny. Niina came up to me and said, “Can you be part of my number? I need to kill you.” Then she asked, “How do you want to go? Bullet to the head, strangulation, or poisoning?” I told her, “Your choice.” In the end, I ended up lying on the ground and thought, "It’ll be weird if I get up in the middle of the number, fold the chair, and walk off." So I waited, hoping the number would end quickly, but it lasted longer than I expected (laughs).