#dr grant seeker dinosaur

[everyonesonthespectrum]

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Dr. Grant Seeker from DINOSAUR (theme park attraction)

[autisticheadcanons]

Dr Grant Seeker from the Dinosaur! attraction at Disney’s Animal Kingdom is autistic. His special interest is iguanodons.

I just want to say it's pretty cool you mentioned a character from a theme park attraction. I don't know if we've ever gotten a submission about this before. I love them parks. (genuine,excited)-Mod Dragon

[mannequins-of-disney-world]

May 2024, Dinosaur gift shop, Animal Kingdom

[yourfavehatesautismspeaks]

Dr Grant Seeker from Disney’s Animal Kingdom’s Dinosaur! attraction and Countdown to Extinction book is autistic and hates Autism Speaks!

[Image Description: Two images set to the background of a flag with three stripes; the upper and lower stripes are both light red, the middle stripe is a darker red. The first picture has Dr Seeker - a young man of about 30. He is wearing a white lab coat over a jean shirt and a vey tacky tie. He has black hair, blue eyes, and is leaned in to the viewer with a devious smile on his face. The second image has the Autism Speaks logo crossed out with a ‘no’ sign. End Description.]

[disneyparktournament]

Round 1

Group 2: The Future

[ctxrover]

This guy deserves his own Funko Pop for the 50th celebration. If the Tower of Terror can get one, the Small World dolls can get some, José from the Tiki Room - even the PeopleMover, then surely they can give one to Disney World’s most chaotic and accidentally evil scientist, Dr Grant Seeker.

[norabrice1701]

Coincidence - Ch. 4

Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader

Series Main List

Ch. 4 Warnings: Explicit language; inappropriate crush; minor Alan Grant/Ellie Sattler references; panic attacks; astraphobia; dinosaur PTSD

A strange dinosaur fever grips campus. Campus security sets up booths outside the Earth Sciences building. The building hallways teem with curiosity seekers, each hoping to catch a glimpse of the newest celebrity professors on campus, each hoping to ask the same resounding questions repeated in the newspapers. 

You can’t deny that you don’t have questions of your own, but each day that you watch Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler move through their workplace like ants under a microscope breaks your heart. They walk crowded halls with heads ducked, blatantly ignoring every inquiry shouted at them or the excited whispers that follow them. 

You can’t imagine the pressure or strain of the constant bombardment. And in hindsight, perhaps that’s exactly why Dr. Sattler dropped her big news bomb last week. Effective immediately, she took a position in Washington, D.C. and wouldn’t be staying to finish the semester. It’s still odd to see her empty office at the end of the hallway and the blinds shuttered in her laboratory. Her departure also lands another blow to the department as they still reel from InGen’s funding withdrawal and struggle to lure replacement donors.

It makes your heart ache for the future of the university that you love so much, for the field of study that you’re so passionate about. Not to mention how concerned you are for Dr. Grant. It should be silly – you should stop being so silly. He’s a grown man and certainly capable of running his own life, and you’ve always known him to be dedicated to his work… but even this seems borderline obsessive.

No matter how late you leave or how early you arrive, he’s always there. Either seated at his desk – engrossed in grading or reading – or working in his lab – perusing test results or handling specimens for analysis. He sounds beyond exhausted – he looks it, too - but he continues to push through all his lectures and office hours as if stopping for a breath would allow the weight of the world to catch up with him.

“And having found no conclusive result,” Dr. Grant continues from the podium at the front of the lecture hall. “We then move to analyzing the teeth, for – as they say – where a door closes, try to open a window.” His mouth curls with vague amusement at his attempted joke. 

It does little to brighten his careworn appearance, and concern constricts your chest as you shuffle against the lecture hall seat, blending in with the sea of students. It’s rare for him to give these evening seminars - usually, they’re only attended by undergrads who are promised extra credit by their advisors if they attend. But tonight, it’s a packed house. 

Dr. Grant’s face falls as he glances up at the screen to advance the slide. A zoomed-in photo of sharp, jagged teeth resting against a blue background and arranged from shortest to longest appears on the large screen. You haven’t seen this particular photo before and your own interest piques as he turns back around. Searching his eyes and the lines of his face for that shared, bright passion, your disappointment grows to find none. 

His gaze roams over the sea of faces, and you wonder if he can see you among the crowd. “By analyzing the chemistry of the teeth, we can learn much about the animal’s diet and water sources. Now, these specimens,” he continues, pointing up at the image. “Are a representative sample that point towards an emerging pattern in raptors. The smallest teeth and the largest teeth don’t have the same average carbon isotope values, which tells us that they ate different foods at different stages of their lifespan.”

A chair squeaks as a student shifts their weight, and Dr. Grant’s mouth tightens to a flat line. “Despite what we know about the coordinated attack patterns and pack-hunting nature of the adult raptors, this suggests that juvenile raptors might have had a relationship with their elders that is more akin to modern day reptiles – which don’t take care of their young in the way that pack animals do.”

You glance around at the assembled students in the large hall, taking in mostly glossy-eyed stares dotted with a few faces of rapt interest. It further sours your mood that hardly anyone here appears to be paying him any attention; but in their defense, this isn’t the most dynamic, inspirational lecture that you’ve seen from your mentor. 

A tentative hand raises in the front row, and Dr. Grant nods towards the student in question. “So, if – behaviorally – raptors were closer to crocodiles or Komodo dragons or something – wouldn’t the young raptors have had to shelter away from the dangerous adults until they were mature enough?”

The corner of Dr. Grant’s mouth lifts for the briefest second. “Well, if they were anything like Komodo dragons, then the young could actually have been at risk of being eaten by their own parents, but there are no conjectures on that theory for raptors at this time. Physiologically, as you all know, we see more relation between dinosaurs and modern day birds than reptiles, yet this does not mean they were completely without reptilian behavior.” He gestures back at the screen. “Analysis of the raptor teeth indicates two different diets as they age, which presents an interesting deviation from pack behavior in that adults did not feed the young.”

“Why didn’t you just ask them when you were on that island?” A lone voice shouts out of the crowd, and the room falls deafeningly silent. 

Your heart stops as your eyes widen. Dr. Grant freezes at the front of the room, his face hardening with displeasure. “That’s entirely uncalled for.” He admonishes, before turning back and motioning up at the screen. “Now, if we examine the curvature -” 

“But you were there, right?” The same voice calls out. “You haven’t actually denied it, you know.” 

The line of Dr. Grant’s shoulders stiffens with visible tension, and you swear that you could hear a pin drop. 

“He’s right.” Another emboldened voice speaks up. “Even your university bullshit machine hasn’t actually denied that you weren’t on that island. So, there must be some truth to it - otherwise, you’d just come out and say that you weren’t there.” 

Excited murmurs and whispers grow in the lecture hall, and you debate if you should say something. But just what the hell would you actually say? 

“So, come on, Dr. Grant,” the first voice calls out again. “Tell us - what are dinosaurs like in person?” 

Dr. Grant’s shoulders sag with the weight of frustrated defeat and his eyes blaze with fury as he scans the lecture hall crowd. “That’s quite enough from all of you.” A sharp, acidic grin twists his face. “If that’s the reason that you’re all here tonight, then I guess no one really needs the extra credit opportunity.” His mouth falls to a flat line, his voice tight. “The lecture is over. Thank you for attending, and now, please - see yourselves out. All of you.” 

A wave of groans and protests rise around you as students begrudgingly stand to their feet. Slowly, they start to file out, and mercifully, none of them pester Dr. Grant with any lingering questions. He turns his back on the disassembling crowd, staring up at the large screen. Standing from your seat, you pause as the room empties out to take in the prominent teeth still on display. Even fossilized, they’re a formidable site to behold - a true testament to the creature’s lethal capabilities. 

You start towards the front of the empty room on quiet steps - at least until your shoe scuffs audibly against the linoleum. Dr. Grant turns around with wide-alert eyes, freezing for the space of a breath before his face relaxes with relief and recognition. A long exhale escapes him as he shakes his head and the tension starts draining from his shoulders. Everything about his reaction stirs your concern as you carefully approach. “Sorry, Prof. Didn’t mean to startle you.” You say, summoning a small smile. “If there was a door, I might have knocked…”

A blush settles high on his cheeks and he gives a brusque shake of his head. “No, it’s….”  he pauses to draw a breath. “My fault for being lost in thought.”

It looks like far more than that. You didn’t just startle him – you frightened him. And that just doesn’t seem like him. 

The air crackled with electricity and ozone as the wind speed increased. Thick, dark clouds continued to fill the horizon, blowing in over the surrounding buttes almost without warning. You’d heard more seasoned team members talk about legendary summer storms, but you had yet to see one for yourself, at least… until now.

Your hair whipped in your face as you helped secure the main tent flaps. Others scurried around you to secure loose objects, seal up containers, and protect the exposed dig site. Just in the gloomy distance, you could see the tall figure of Dr. Grant working to secure tarps over the latest skeleton.

“Come on, tie it off!” Emily called out over the din of anxious voices and rushing people, jarring you back to the task at hand. “Nice and tight so the wind doesn’t get it!”

“Yeah,” you called back, securing the canvas tie before moving onto the next. “Got it!” Reaching up, you undid the rolled-up flap and let it unfurl down to the dirt before crouching down to tie it off. The rain hadn’t started falling yet, but the clouds loomed ever closer, and a low peal of thunder ratcheted your heart rate higher. You hoped that you could make it back to your trailer before the rain started – let alone if it turned into a full-blown hailstorm.

Now was not the time to remember Jeremy’s campfire tale about his hail-induced bruises and abrasions as you reached for the next tent flap.

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the site, followed by a sharp crack of thunder. The ground shook underfoot as your anxious fingers secured the last tie.

“That’s good enough,” Emily shouted as everyone started running for their trailers. “It’s too close – we gotta get under cover!” She turned without waiting for you, darting towards her trailer in the opposite direction of yours. Fat raindrops fell to the dirt as another lightning bolt disoriented you and thunder deafened you. The curtain of rain thickened around you, hammering the landscape as thunder made the ground shake, and your uncontrollable panic rose.

Gasping for breath, you tore at one of the tent flaps and forced your way inside. The pounding rain against the canvas echoed too loudly and the brilliant lightning overwhelmed you. You slapped your hands over your ears, slamming your eyes shut as unwanted memories overtook you.

Suddenly, you were 10 years old again back at Girl Scout camp with only a small, flimsy, nylon tent between you and the raging storm. Lighting blinded you through the translucent fabric and the thunder rattled in your bones as you screamed for one of the leaders, for someone, for anyone. But no one came… no matter how much you pleaded and wailed…

“Come on!” A sudden voice jarred you out of the memory, and you opened your eyes with wide shock. Water poured off the brim of Dr. Grant’s ubiquitous hat and nearly soaked through his clothes. His eyes were bright with alert concern as he rushed over to you. “Come on,” he repeated over the driving rain before saying your name. “You can’t stay here! Need a solid roof in case of hail.”

Your heart lodged in your throat – and yes, you understood, but every muscle was too paralyzed to move. You heaved for breath, wincing from another brilliant lightning bolt and thunderclap as unwanted tears streamed down your face.

“Alright, it’s alright.” He said again, drawing up to your side. “We’ll go together.” A strong arm wrapped around your upper back and his fingers tightened around your bicep with guiding pressure. “Here we go. Come on.”

Tucked against his side, he urged you forward and out into the driving storm. Your boots stomped through growing puddles and rain soaked your clothes as you numbly ran with him. The strobing lighting burned your eyes but through the grey rain, your trailer drew ever closer. He threw the door open, ushering you inside first before stepping up behind you.

If anything, the rain pounded louder against the exterior of your trailer, but maybe the thunder was at least a little muffled… somewhat. Dishes rattled on the counter as another thunderclap ripped through the air, making you jump.

“Are you alright?” He questioned over the hammering rain, and you glanced over to see him still standing on the trailer entryway’s small strip of linoleum as water puddled around him. By contrast, you stood on the worn-out carpet, not even caring how wet you were. His gaze locked to yours with an encouraging, reassuring edge as he nodded towards you. “You’re going to be alright, yes?”

Slowly, you nodded and tried to find your voice. “Y-yes… I think so, I… yes.” You said swallowing down another rising wave of panic. “Thank you.”

He didn’t look convinced but offered a slow nod before turning to glance out the small window of your trailer door. Just as he reached for the handle, the hammering rain turned to the hard impact of solid objects – at first you’d swear they were rocks, but it could only be –

“Dammit…” He breathed with a sigh as he shook his head. “Well, at least I’m glad that I didn’t make a run for it…”

The hailstorm raised to a fever pitch outside your trailer, and your throat went dry as your mind spun with… too many things. Another crack of thunder sliced through the trailer, making you wince and wrap your arms around your torso as you found your voice. “I-I’m sorry that you didn’t make it… before the hail…”

All of a sudden, you realized that your trailer roommate wasn’t here. Did she shelter somewhere else in the frenzied rush for cover? Perhaps that would make it easier to bury your head under your pillow until the storm passes… at least you wouldn’t see the lightning.

A trembling breath shook your frame as you sniffled, feeling more tears sting the corners of your eyes. Embarrassed heat rose in your cheeks as you wiped away fallen tears, hoping that he wouldn’t see – but too late. You suddenly realized that he turned back around, and your gaze met his. Curious concern filled his eyes as he regarded you beneath his dripping hat while the storm continued to rage.

You could only imagine how pathetically childlike you must look – dripping wet and crying – and your shame burned hotter. That’s the last thing you wanted for him to think about you. With a hard sniffle, you blinked away from him, scanning around the untidy trailer. “D-do you want a towel?... or something?” You took a couple of shaky steps, not wanting to elaborate on ‘something’.

“No, it’s alright.” He said softly behind you. “With any luck, the hail won’t last too much longer, then I can run for it.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you pulled your own dripping hat off your head. It fell to the counter with a wet plop before another bolt of lightning and thunder made you flinch uneasily.

“It’s okay, you know.” His voice came again, gentle despite the pounding hail outside. “Whatever it is that you don’t like about storms… it’s okay.”

Your heart clenched and all you wanted to do was melt. You wanted the security denied you during that horrific storm of your youth – you’ve never liked storms since. But this… “This has never happened to me before.” You heard yourself say with a thready whisper. “At least, not since that storm as a kid… but I haven’t been outside since….” You winced as you realize how that sounded given that this is your second summer out here with his team. “At least… not for a storm like this.”

“We were lucky last summer,” he agreed. “Storms out here are infrequent, but they blow up without warning more often than not. But, fortunately, this one… isn’t too bad.” A curiously breezy note sounded on his voice, drawing your attention back. 

He still stood in the entryway of the trailer, water-logged and trying to summon a reassuring smile even though his discomfort with the situation showed on his face. All at once you realized the optics of the situation, and… goodness. If anyone witnessed the two of you disappearing in here together – alone – then, that was exactly how nasty, damaging rumors started. Appreciation warmed your chest for his thoughtfulness to stay in full view of the window, where anyone who might be peeping across the site could clearly glimpse the green plaid of his shirt that hasn’t moved since the door closed. 

Has he had to contend with similar accusations before? It did seem like a scandalous risk to put professors and students out in the field, isolated among the buttes and the sand for months at a time – but it did help that he and Dr. Sattler were together. The veritable dig site mom and dad, and… something about that thought soured your stomach.

The last thing you wanted was his pity.

“Don’t let it get you down.” He said over a booming clap of thunder. “We all have something that keeps us up at night, but don’t let this be it.” He nodded over at you, encouragingly. “Even after the storm passes, take the afternoon or the rest of the night - whatever you need. But you’re one of the best I’ve got, and I’ll need you back out there tomorrow morning, alright? We’ve got our work cut out for us on that sediment layer.” 

You nodded slowly as a smile cracked your face, wanting to rush over and give him a big hug. “I’ll be there. But… what if someone says something tonight…?” 

“Well…” He trailed off, visibly casting for a thought before he found it, and a seldom-glimpsed mischievous smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “I’ll just tell them that you slipped on the mud and tweaked your ankle, but with a little rest, it should be better by morning.” His eyes bored through you with comforting reassurance. “No one will be none the wiser.” 

The hammering on your trailer exterior faded to the droning deluge of heavy rainfall. He turned to glance out the window, nodding with satisfaction as no more white hailstones fell from the sky. Again, he turned back to you, nodding gently as he reached for the doorknob. “Get some rest, and I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Thank you.” The urge to call him Alan crawled up your throat but you swallowed it down before you could do something so foolish. 

“Actually, I don’t know what’s worse.” His voice jars you from the onslaught of memory, and you focus to watch him raise his arm as he switches off the projector via remote. “Letting you startle me so bad, or knowing that you were in the audience just now…” 

You nod, solemnly. “That was actually quite bad. Those students should have known better.” Your mouth curves with a supportive smile. “Honestly, you should have pressed for their names and reported them to the dean.” 

A wave of exhaustion washes over him and the fluorescent light catches in the dark circles under his eyes, even as the corner of his mouth lifts with vague amusement. “And punish them for the one thing that should drive their academic pursuits? After all, without curiosity, none of us would be at this university.” 

“There’s curiosity, sure,” you counter gently. “But there’s also rudeness. And that, just now, was rude. You don’t deserve to be disrespected like that - ever.” Your cheeks flush without your permission. “No one in your position does.” 

He fixes you with a carefully inscrutable look. Slowly, the corners of his mouth lift to a polite, closed-mouth smile. “Well, it’s hardly the first time at least one student hasn’t been interested in what I’m talking about.”

Something about the thought - and his whole demeanor - strikes you as sad, and you long to reach out to him. To show him that you care about… well, about him. Not just as the celebrity maybe-or-maybe-not dinosaur man, but the man from hot, dusty dig sites and countless advisory meetings in his office.

“I don’t know if you remember…” you start before pausing to draw a breath and summon your courage. “But you told me once that we all have something that keeps us up at night. And with everything that’s been going on since the dig got canceled… well, I hope that you’re not letting it all keep you up at night.” 

His face softens as the rush of his own memory takes over, eyes narrowing as if just seeing you for the first time. An almost shy smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he glances down, shaking his head as if he can’t quite believe it. “This… admittedly, this isn’t quite the same circumstance as that.” 

“Maybe not.” You counter gently as your heart sticks in your throat. “But whatever you are going through, I hope that you do have someone who… I don’t know - that you can let go with. Because it won’t do any of us any good if our favorite professor runs himself into the ground.” A smile warms your face as his gaze reconnects with yours. “So take a dose of your own advice, and whatever’s keeping you up at night, don’t let it get you down.” 

His mouth curls with a modest, contrite edge as he dips his head. “Thank you, that…” His words dissolve in a bone-weary sigh before he looks back up at you with piercing honesty. “Thank you. These last several months have been… more difficult than expected.” He breaks off, as if suddenly realizing what he said. “I’m sorry, that… you’re my student and I shouldn’t…” 

“Technically, yeah, I am - but I’m just a lowly predoc not submitting any assignments to you.” 

“There’s nothing lowly about you, and there never has been.” He pauses as if to reconsider the thought. “Maybe except for that hat you brought to your very first dig, but we got you sorted out in short order.” 

Your smile warms at the fond memory. “Though, speaking of - I’m sorry that your hat got lost over the summer.” You say, remembering the replacement he wore in the weeks after his mysterious trip. “It looked like you and that hat had seen plenty of adventures together.” 

“Yes, well,” he looks back down, turning slightly to set the projector remote on the podium. “It was just a hat. There are far more precious things to lose in the grand scheme of things.” 

You nod in gentle agreement. “Then, here’s hoping that we can get back out there and get back to digging before anything else is lost.” 

His face brightens with a hint of the content passion that you’ve only ever seen from him when dirt smudges his cheeks and his eyes are alive with the thrill of discovery. You hope the thought is enough to temporarily chase away whatever demons haunt him, and you suddenly realize how close you stand to him. 

Embarrassed heat rises in your cheeks as you take a step back with an awkward smile. “Well, I should probably get back to the lab,” you say, darting a quick glance towards the open classroom door. “But thanks for letting me crash your lecture - I hope that this never happens to you again.” 

His expression draws in as he, too, darts his gaze towards the door, and your heart sinks to your feet. Have you just overplayed your hand? Have you said too much? Biting your lip to fend off a stab of anxious regret, you nod farewell in the silence and turn towards the door. An uneasy sigh passes your lips, and fuck, you hope that you haven’t made things awkward beyond repair. 

Just as you reach the doorjamb, he calls out your name. On baited breath, you turn back around with wide, hopeful eyes. He regards you with a small, tender smile full of appreciation. “Thank you again,” he says gently. “Truly.” 

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[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Yknow it just occurred to me that I’ve been some kind of scientist for Halloween three out of the last four years (Dr Alan Grant from Jurassic Park, Dr Seeker from Dinosaur, Herbert West from Re-Animator) and the only time I wasn’t a scientist was last year when I was Dracula

[mi4012wagmigunawardana]

Alternate Narrative for Jurassic Park

In the aftermath of the tumultuous events that transpired at the original Jurassic Park, the isolated island fell into a state of abandonment. The once magnificent theme park, home to awe-inspiring prehistoric creatures, was now shrouded in overgrown vegetation and a dense, impenetrable jungle. The dinosaurs, once captive, had now regained their freedom, establishing their own intricate ecosystem. In this untouched haven, far from human interference, the dinosaurs roamed as nature's sovereigns.

Years passed, and the remnants of Jurassic Park remained an enigmatic legend among the locals and a cautionary tale among the scientific community. People were told to stay away, warned of the danger lurking within its dense foliage and forbidding cliffs.

However, whispers began to spread of brave adventurers and thrill-seekers who dared to venture back to the lost island. Among them was Dr. Amelia Grant, a renowned paleontologist with a deep fascination for the untamed and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Driven by curiosity and the dream of observing these magnificent creatures in their natural habitat, she assembled a team of fellow experts, conservationists, and wilderness specialists.

As the team set foot on the overgrown shore, they were met with an eerie silence. The once bustling park now felt like an ancient sanctuary, untouched by time. With each step, the group discovered traces of a flourishing ecosystem, where dinosaurs had coexisted harmoniously for years. Raptors moved in synchronized hunting packs, gentle brachiosaurs grazed in the clearings, and the mighty T-Rex reigned as the undisputed apex predator.

Dr. Grant and her team marveled at the remarkable adaptation of the dinosaurs, which had not only survived but thrived without human intervention. Their excitement, however, was met with trepidation as they realized that these ancient beings were not mere spectacles but living creatures deserving of respect and protection.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the island, the team stumbled upon the remnants of the original park infrastructure, now reclaimed by nature. They discovered traces of a long-lost civilization that had once coexisted with the dinosaurs, leaving behind artifacts and paintings depicting the awe-inspiring creatures.

The journey became a pilgrimage of understanding and coexistence, as the team learned to respect the boundaries of this dinosaur sanctuary. They documented their observations, laying the groundwork for a new era of scientific understanding. Dr. Grant vowed to share the island's secrets with the world, not as a tourist attraction but as a testament to the resilience of life.

In the end, the team departed, leaving the island to its true inhabitants, the dinosaurs. Yet, the memories of their incredible journey would remain etched in their hearts forever, and they knew that the island would forever be a reminder of nature's indomitable spirit and the delicate balance between humans and the ancient past.

[abvndonedbydisney]

[ andrew garfield, cis man, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ GRANT SEEKER ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ THIRTY-SIX ] year old originally hailing from [ DINOSAUR: THE RIDE ]. if they had to choose a side they would consider themself [ GOOD ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ INTELLIGENT ] but [ REBELLIOUS ] and have [ 2 ] children. i could almost swear i heard [ DINOSAUR - AKMU ] playing when they appeared.

full name: dr. grant seeker.

nicknames: none.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

sexuality: bisexual.

age: thirty-six.

date of birth: march 30th.

zodiac sign: aries.

aesthetics: tbd.

children: wesley seeker and maren seeker.

memory trigger: how his children got their names. i.e. he helped choose wesley’s name due to their shared love for star trek. despite being adopted, he also picked out the middle name for maren.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. 

dr. grant seeker was born to two renowned scientists, which practically set his life up for success while also giving him a rather big pair of shoes to fill if he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his parents. yet due to the busy nature of both of his parents, he didn’t necessarily have the best relationships with them. sure, he was well-tended to and never lacked in any wants or needs — but they were often far too busy working to truly engage with their son and his interests. since he was frequently left at home with a lot of free time on his hands, he would often sneak into the lab that was housed in the basement of their spacious home despite knowing that he was prohibited from doing such. he was a rather gifted child from an early age and the unauthorized access to his parents’ lab only boosted his interest in the stem field in particular. at school, he excelled in all of his classes but science, technology, and mathematics had always been his strong suit.

at the age of seven, he was able to take a gifted test and was awarded the title of a child prodigy to all that he knew. not receiving much of a challenge in his classes, he was eventually able to skip a few grades. this fast track in school meant that he was able to enter university at the age of sixteen where he majored in paleontology with a minor in mechanical engineering. one of his childhood hyper-fixations that followed him into adulthood had always been dinosaurs, the man wanting to devour every piece of information he could get his hands on regarding his special interest. yet his parents weren’t necessarily thrilled with their son’s chosen field. they view paleontology wrongly as a rather stagnant field. but grant was more than determined to prove them wrong and make a name for himself in his field.

after graduating from university, he went on to receive a doctorate in paleontology. it was in graduate school that he met his first true love. a fellow scientist with ambitions as large as his own. but the two ended up eventually going their own way due to his partner’s dreams. grant was left heartbroken and this only encouraged him to throw himself further into his research and personal projects. fresh out of grad school, he was hired by the dino institute for his extensive research in biochronology. despite the wealth of satisfaction and accomplishment, he obtained from his work, he couldn’t help but feel as if his life was fairly mundane.

there was no spark to his life like there was when he was with his ex. he was working tirelessly at the institute and toiling away at his lab, yet he never made time for himself. it’s not like he didn’t try to go on the occasional date now and then, but he felt as if no one shared his interests. that’s when he began to look into the potential of adopting a child. the thought of starting a family of his own and taking in children that didn’t have a proper home excited him. he wanted to share his life with someone and that didn’t necessarily have to be a partner. he ended up adopting three children whom he loved dearly. while work still consumed a large portion of the man’s life, he often broke the rules of his boss — dr. marsh — by taking his children to the lab. rules were always meant to be bent in his eyes.

not long after his children were adopted, he obtained his second greatest accomplishment in life (second to his children). the time rover. one big mission later while avoiding the countdown to extinction, dr. seeker had his own live iguanodon that he took care of and kept in his rather large personal lab at home. the dinosaur ended up adopting the mannerisms of an overprotective dog more than anything else. life in a way finally felt complete to the man.

[pinkrose787]

Dr. Marsh: I can't believe Dr. Seeker took over, and dragged my guests into danger, just to bring back a dinosaur.

Dr. Channing: Try doing an open house while dealing with a small dragon that basically has powers of chaos.

[everyonesonthespectrum]

Dr Grant Seeker from Disney’s Dinosaur ride is autistic and his special interest is iguanodons

Queued for May 19th!

[munchiezxx]

ok idk if anyone’s gonna answer this but someone on twitter said that dr. grant seekers name is a pun like the guy from the dinosaur preshow yeah and idk if it’s because im an idiot but i literally can’t tell what the pun is and i don’t want to embarrass myself by asking on the original post someone please help

[happyhavnts]

did i just spot JOHN KRASINSKI around town ? oh no wait, it was just GRANT SEEKER. rumor has it that he is the FORTY-FOUR year old originally from COUNTDOWN TO EXTINCTION. if they had to choose a side, they would consider themself GOOD. i’ve also heard that they’re CLEVER and CHAOTIC, and have TWO children.

MEMORY TRIGGER: how his children got both of their names. i.e. giving nicole the middle name iguanodon and and the fact he helped pick wesley’s name before transitioning.

stats.

full name. dr. grant seeker aka. dr. seeker age. forty-four years old gender & pronouns. cisgender male, he / him orientation. heterosexual species. human occupation. paleontologist  residence. looking for a place to live

physical appearance

hair. brown  eyes. hazel tattoos. none piercings. none etc. none

personality

zodiac. gemini  alignment. chaotic neutral  hogwarts house. ravenclaw positive traits. clever and intellectual  negative traits. chaotic and rebellious 

background

birth place. orlando, florida  nationality. american siblings. none pets. none education. graduated from university with two doctorates  languages. english theme song. africa by toto 

backstory.

dr. grant seeker was born to two renowned scientists, setting his life up for success while also giving him a rather big pair of shoes to fill if he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his parents.

while he was well tended to as a child, he didn’t necessarily have the best of relationships with his parents. they were often busy working and the boy was left on his own.

this free time allowed him the chance to explore his parents’ lab, despite knowing that he was prohibited from entering it.

he was a rather gifted child from the start, excelling in all of his classes but thriving the most in the realm of sciences. he was even able to take a test and earn the title of genius during this period of time.

he was able to skip a few grades and enter university at the age of fifteen where he majored in paleontology with a minor in mechanical engineering.

he grew up reading and watching films about dinosaurs and found a passion for learning about them.

though his parents weren’t exactly thrilled with the choice of field he decided on. they viewed paleontology as a rather stagnant field, which couldn’t be farther from the truth if you truly looked into it. there was much about the earth around us that we still don’t know about, that’s how dr. seeker viewed the subject.

after graduating from university, he went on to receive a doctorate in paleontology.

not long after that, he was hired by the dino institute for his research in biochronology.

during this time he felt like his life was fairly mundane, it had no spark to it. he was working, studying, and never making time for himself. it’s not like he didn’t try to go on dates now and then, but no one shared his interests. on a whim, he decided to look into adopting a child. that’s when nicole entered his life.

he raised her as his own and made sure that she was given the love and attention that his parents never gave him, even if that meant secretly taking her to the dino institute even though dr. marsh had a strict ‘no children’ policy. rules were just suggestions meant to be bent in his eyes.

during this time, the time rover was also invented which he had a hand in due to his background in mechanical engineering.

one big mission later while avoiding the countdown to extinction, dr. seeker had his own live iguanodon that he took care of and kept in his rather large person lab at home. The dinosaur adopting the mannerisms of an overprotective dog more than anything.

when nicole was nine, he ended up adopting another child (wesley) and he finally felt like his life was complete. he had a career that he loved and a family that he loved even more.

FUN FACTS

grant is one of the biggest nerds that you will ever meet. he is obsessed with star trek and star wars. he loves playing trivia games. building scales models of things. listing off random factoids. 

he will chat your ear off about any subject and doesn’t easily take hints when someone is bored of him. 

he has brought his time-rover which is now essentially broken and iguanodon to town.

he will be dedicated to finding a way back home but also very rational so he won’t be looking to magic as being an explanation for all of this. 

he’s a meme and tries to stay relevant when he definitely isn’t. 

[asktheghosthost]

Testing 123

"Hellll-lo there!" The man reached out to enthusiastically shake Athena's hand. "I'm Dr. Grant Seeker, your new best friend and a heck of a paleontologist if I do say so, myself." He slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close so he could continue in a more conspiratorial tone. "But enough about me, let's talk about you. You can help me achieve the greatest scientific find since ... I dunno, antibiotics." He rolled a hand, waving the detail away.

"Would you believe I've done what was once thought impossible? I've--well, me and some colleagues, but they're not important, just interns, anyway!‐‐I've created a vehicle that travels through time. The Time Rover, copyright and trademark me, Dr. Seeker.

"I've taken it on a few..." He curled his fingers in air quotes. "... 'unauthorized field trips,' which has left my superiors... 'mildly furious.' Some nonsense about endangering human lives. But you, yoooou don't have a life to endanger! Not to be blunt, but you're dead.

"So I'm thinking, with my scientific genius and your scientific almost-as-genius-as-my-genius genius, plus the no life to endanger aspect, we should team up. I'll remote navigate the Time Rover from the present, while you ride as passenger in the past. I'll even give you some on- board control for emergencies. If we can nab some prehistoric pals and bring them back, we're looking at a Nobel. What do you say?"

-Dr. Grant Seeker, Dinosaur attraction at Disney's Animal Kingdom.

[disneyparktournament]

Round 1

Group 2 - The Future