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thepunkmuppet · 6 months

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I have spent so much time thinking about the miss holloway musical WHICH THEY HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN and I need to spill my thoughts about it

there is no point or end to this it’s just a brain fart of all the thoughts I’ve been having so enjoy I guess lmfao

“backstory”. it will be about her backstory. was she an 80’s music star who sold her mortal life for fame in a deal that backfired on her?? or was she a woman with the gift about to be hanged by the hatchet men who saved herself by making that same deal?? HOW FAR BACK DOES THIS GO IS WHAT IM ASKING WE KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT THIS WOMAN

if it’s the former, I would love to maybe have mariah as casey (the girl with the gift in the witchwood who asked for her autograph) be an actual character who holloway maybe tries to help. also kim singing 80’s songs fuck yeah

and if it’s the latter then,,, oh wow. some heavy musical numbers, a shitload of hatchetmen / church of the starry children lore, and maybe another form of the lords in black (maybe the creepy hooded figures that we see drawn in the black book???)

also sorry EDIT I just looked at this picture again and the middle one (probably wiggly) is holding a knife. there’s no fucking way that’s not the black blade this is absolutely miss holloway guys omggggg

I would love to see this scene on stage with kim!!!! this would make 5 different forms of the LIB that we’ve seen / heard about (dolls, teens / humans, their true forms, wiggly in made in america, and whatever this is). I’m just imagining you see these black hooded figures, and then in the pro-shot you get a good look inside their hoods… and their faces are NOT human. like just imagine a massive purple eye staring out of one of those hoods, maybe even moving and blinking, a cool animatronic thing. SO CREEPY!! I also love the idea of switching up the actors again - I love jon so much as wiggly and I don’t think they would change him bc of his voice, but with the rest of them I think any actor can play a LIB which opens up so many possibilities…

I also would love to know how miss holloway met duke, and potentially even how many times they have met and then he had to forget her. considering the fact that we now have weird lore about his dad in 2005, did she know duke when he was younger?? did she help him out when he was a teenager, or help his dad?? is it a family thing, like she’s vowed to watch over the keane family or something??

duke’s dad is a big part of this tbh, because what a random insane lore / backstory drop, like WHAT? I genuinely have no idea what douglas keane sr’s murder could be about, except that it ties in to duke and to wilbur. and shows that 2005 is SO DAMN IMPORTANT

2005 was the year hannah was born, the year the portal to the black and white was created, the year wilbur cross went insane and became a disciple of the LIB, the year miss holloway took on the mantle of “miss holloway”, and (very likely) the year miss holloway and wilbur fought. so i think it’s safe to say that the musical itself will be set in 2005, which to me means macnamara and wilbur backstory alongside holloway and duke, which is very very fun

I like the idea that wilbur and macnamara were canonically together, and I really want to see pre-LIB wilbur. I also love the idea of macnamara and holloway working together or even becoming friends - despite being set a decade and a half before nightmare time, it would feel like the culmination of the two hanging plot threads / overarching arcs to me. also the idea that it was holloway who introduced macnamara to the paranormal and therefore essentially set up PEIP and doomed wiley is some juicy stuff that I would LOVE to see, especially if either macnamara or wiley lived in hatchetfield as kids and miss holloway helped them, inspiring whichever one of them to set up PEIP

ok so leading off of that I have a clear vision of a potential final scene that is driving me insane, and that’s the main reason why I patched together this post.

the final scene is the fight between miss holloway and wilbur, the one that happens in every single timeline.

and the basic idea is that we see both fights at once. there’s a song, and the stage is like black friday and spies are forever, with a level above the stage the actors can walk up to and stand on. joey and kim sing, and do their bit on the stage, but above the stage there are either doubles or a projection, mirroring the choreography. only in the pro-shot version, they would splice in joey and kim playing both pairs, which I just think would turn out looking really awesome despite being tricky to pull off live.

and yeah basically at the exact same time, one wilbur stabs holloway, and the other holloway stabs wilbur, creating a gorgeous visual representation of the newly splintered timelines.

either that or they do a trail to oregon and just do a different ending each night, and then splice them together in the pro-shot like I was saying. but I personally prefer the first one, if they’re able to pull it off and make it look good

and duke shows up just after that, having followed miss holloway throughout the story so far. and in the universe where wilbur’s dead, miss holloway makes him forget it all, hence this being the year that she takes on the new name and the fact that we know he has forgotten about her / her true past before. and then in the universe where holloway is dead, he holds her as she dies in his arms. bonus points if we get dying holloway saying “please don’t forget me” and living holloway saying “you have to forget me”. oh and just to be cruel, both dukes saying “I could never forget you” at the same time :) stew on that for a bit. yeah. fuck you I guess lol I woke up and chose violence today apparently

the idea of the two of them finding each other again after that in some timelines is just gorgeous to me, especially given the fact that NMT3 seems to suggest them finding each other AGAIN after she needs to make him forget. truly star crossed lovers they are so insane for this

in summary I guess what I’m trying to say is I think it will include miss holloway’s full backstory and then be mostly set in 2005, and centre around the opening of the black and white portal (macnamara and wilbur), miss holloway meeting duke (wilbur murdering duke’s dad, possibly something with lex and hannah if duke was already a social worker) and eventually the big fight between holloway and wilbur, ending in the audience seeing both potential endings. also obviously a reference to hannah’s birth because that seemed to be some kind of catalyst. thank you for coming to my utterly deranged ted talk goodbye

#anyway yeah that’s my two cents lmk what you think please please please!!!!#the idea of the holloway musical is keeping me up at night it’s literally all I can think about #miss holloway #duke keane #douglas keane #wilbur cross #uncle wiley #general macnamara #general john macnamara #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #lords in black #nightmare time #nmt #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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Even more ROTTMNT headcanons: Small movie spoilers if you still haven't seen it

Leo demanded to be carried everywhere after he got injured

Raph and Casey agreed because they felt guilty

Mikey agreed because he would do anything for his brothers

And April and Donnie agreed because Leo kept bitching about his legs hurting

Leo’s little bag is filled with medical supplies (because you can pull medic Leo out of my cold dead hands)

When the boys were younger they would roughhouse a lot and it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to start bleeding

And Splinter (bless his cold lazy heart) got tired of his kids interrupting his tv show to ask for medical aid

So he asked the group of boys “who wants to be the medic” and Leo volunteered because he didn’t know what that meant and he thought it sounded cool

At first, it was really boring and he kind of wanted to switch with Raph but after a while, he realized how important a medic is on the battlefield so he stuck with it

This ended up working out perfectly because Leo works well under pressure

Don't get me wrong his brothers do too but Donnie has a terrible bedside manner

Mikey freaks out at the sight of blood

And Raph fainted the first time he saw a broken bone

Donnie still knows the basics because he refuses to admit that Leo knows more than him

And Leo used to use him like a practice dummy and he would explain what he was doing and why he was doing it

Donnie would have complained more but it was interesting to see Leo genuinely passionate and focused

And he would never admit this but he learned a lot from Leo during those sessions

Leo has little to no time to himself because Raph is clumsy and cuts himself once a week

Mikey always sprains something when he’s practicing his acrobatics

Donnie burns himself or shocks himself or cuts himself once a day in the lab

And April is incredibly accident prone

So it’s not uncommon for Leo to hear a crash a thud or glass shattering and then someone yelling “Leo get in here”

And even though he loves his siblings very much he teaches them how to take care of minor injuries after being pulled 4 different ways for a month straight

Mikey has the record for most broken bones in the family

April is a close second

and Donnie is right after her (his bones are very brittle like chips)

After the movie, Leo is right behind him

Splinter used to do all his own stunts so he’s broken a few bones

And Raph’s bones are the size of Donnie’s arms so he’s never broken a bone

Even though Leo is a great medic he’s a terrible patient

He hates sitting around and doing nothing

It doesn't matter if both of his legs are broken you will find him somewhere in the house either playing video games or eating snacks

And every single time they find him splinter always complains and says “if only you had this much energy when the dishes needed to be washed”

And next thing you know Leo is back in the bed complaining about how bad the pain is

Donnie is just as bad but he’ll usually be in his lab messing with something

Mikey is a decent patient because he’s full of energy but he usually stays put and doesn’t complain that much

April and Raph are angels sent from above they stay where they’re supposed to they don't complain and when they’re healed up they don't push themselves

Splinter kind of just lays there and rests he doesn't really eat he barely drinks water and if he didn't have a heart monitor attached to him the group would think he’s dead

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #medic leo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt casey jones #save rottmnt

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samsayswhatever · 5 months

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Time in the TVA

It's crazy that Miss Minutes is a clock that doesn't tell time.

The TVA is outside of time. They don't NEED a clock in a place outside of time. There is no time. Right? AHH.

I know the theme of the show is time, so they just put in things that represent time to make us have that in the back of our awareness and everything, but the clocks can't be useful right?

In the image below, Mobius has a sand timer on his desk, but that is a very manual thing. It would become very offset over long periods of 'time.' But at least it works (as far as I know) because it is so simple.

In the image below, I've only see that clock show that time. But it's very hard to read because it has 12 lines coming out from the center.

The image above is basically saying that it's all time, all at once. Just in case you forgot where you were.

Which I suppose could happen with all the memory wiping that going on. Casey forgot what a fish was, so who knows. That place looks super empty. Maybe everyone forgot what pie was too.

Anyway, is there a way to measure long periods of time that we just don't get to see? There is no sun, or planet, so theoretically there shouldn't be days, or years.

They also don't show the TVA workers needing to take any kind of break to sleep, indicating there isn't a "daily" break to rest, that would at least help measure the passing of this non-time time.

But Mobius does say the phrase "We should pick this up tomorrow" so maybe there are days? Maybe they do sleep? Loki did take a nap once, so who knows.

If the TVA workers do sleep, do they have bedrooms? I think this is very important. Did Mobius have a bedroom? Did Loki? Any chance they could have bunked together??

But back to the time stuff, OB specifically said it had been 400 years. So like what's up with that? How many TVA years has this place been running for?

So I guess I'm also wondering, where the TVA is? Like it's outside of time, but we also have another example of something that is outside of time, but just at the end of it too.

So maybe the TVA is just at the beginning of time? Before the beginning of time, possibly?

Has time always worked in this infinitely branching way? If there was a time before time, would it be like the TVA and not have branches?

I think it makes sense that it would be before time, but that's just me.

These are just thoughts that are running with scissors through my mind, cutting up my peace.

#loki series #loki season 2 #lokius #loki #loki x mobius #mobius #loki mcu #loki laufeyson #loki mobius #loki season two #mobius m mobius #TVA time #tva loki #Loki time #miss minutes #miss minutes mcu #mcu oroboros #oroboros loki

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 month

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She Likes You Anyway

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: Foster care (please don't read if the subject matter is triggering for you!) Word count: 1,705

You sat on the couch, staring at the door and furiously tapping your legs. Casey squeezed your hands between hers to keep them from shaking. Even so, you rocked slowly back and forth, the rhythm and movement calming you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Casey asked, a concerned expression on her face.

“Well, it’s a little late to turn back now.”

Casey sighed and circled her thumbs over your hands. “What are you worried about?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, that I’ll be a shit parent?”

“Hey,” she said, grabbing your head to hold you steady.. “We’ve been over this. You are kind and empathetic and you make people feel safe. And you’re great with kids.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, slowing your tapping.

“If anybody should be worried, it’s me,” Casey added. “I really didn’t want a baby.”

It was your turn to comfort Casey now. She tried to look strong–she always did. But she was biting her lip and picking at the corner of her nails, telltale signs that she was more anxious than she let on. You drew circles with your fingers on her thighs.

“You’re gonna do great,” you said. “We already did the most important thing right.”

“What do you mean?”

“We kept the siblings together.”

Casey shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” she mumbled.

“No, Case,” you said, your voice emphatic. “I’m definitely right. You don’t get it as much because you don’t have siblings. My siblings are my life, you know that. It would have killed me to be separated from them. And we–you–said yes to a baby, even though it’s not what you planned for, so they could stay together.”

Casey exhaled shakily and leaned her head against your shoulder. “What if we fuck up our foster kids, Y/N?”

“I mean, at least we had good intentions,” you replied, chuckling slightly.

“I’m serious!” she complained, pushing you slightly.

“Look, we’re gonna be fine. And they’re gonna be fine. You’re spiraling more than me now. We gotta pull it together.”

You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and breathing her in. You both jumped when a knock on the door interrupted your silence.

Casey stood quickly, smoothing her hair, then extending a hand to you. “Well,” she shrugged. “Here goes.”

You’d been given almost no information about the kids. All you knew was that there would be three of them, and one of them was under a year old. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t out-of-your-mind nervous. Three kids for your very first foster placement. But the bottom line was that there were three kids who needed a place to stay, where they’d be safe and loved and together. And you and Casey could provide that for as long as they needed it.

You opened the door to a very frazzled case worker with a baby on her hip, a toddler holding her hand, and another child hiding behind her back.

Casey invited them in, always better with the formalities than you, and the caseworker nearly ran to the couch, shoving the baby into your arms. Your maternal instincts, honed from years of big sisterhood, kicked in, and you quickly cradled him in your arms. You breathed him in, that specific, powdery baby smell, that reminded you so much of your brother when he was this age.

“Hi,” you cooed at him. “Hi, little man.” He immediately clenched his fists and bawled, squirming in your arms. “Okay,” you said, running a hand through his dark curls. You repositioned him so that his face was pressed into your chest and bounced him around the room.

You looked at Casey and the caseworker, who sat on the couch over a pile of paperwork. You’d never been more relieved to have a lawyer for a partner. You also smiled to notice that the toddler, a little girl, was seated in between them, sucking her thumb, and that Casey’s hand was resting on her back.

The two of you made eye contact across the room, and she furrowed her eyebrows at you, as if to ask, Are you okay? You nodded back, pressing the sobbing baby closer to your chest, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

The oldest child sat on the opposite end of the sectional, fiddling with a fidget spinner. Her shoulders were hunched protectively inward, hood pulled up, and she avoided your eyes as you walked closer.

“I bet you know the best ways to calm him down,” you said, sitting down next to her as the baby hiccuped in your lap, red-faced.

The older girl shot a furtive glance at you, then looked away again.

“What’s his name?” you asked.

“King,” she whispered, so quietly you almost couldn’t hear.

“King,” you repeated. “Cool name for a cool kid, huh?”

Hearing his name seemed to calm King down a bit, and he leaned into you, spent. You rubbed his back absentmindedly and turned your attention to the withdrawn girl on the edge of the couch.

“I’m Y/N,” you said. “And, uh, the lady over there is Casey. I know you probably have a lot of feelings right now, and you might be scared.” The girl tensed. “That’s okay. And you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But Casey and I are gonna make sure that you’re safe and taken care of, and we’re here for whatever you need, okay?”

She was silent for a long time, reaching out a finger to let King wrap his hand around it. You’d just about given up on any further conversation when she said, “Are you gay together?”

You grinned, trying not to laugh. “Yep. Yeah, we are.”

Her face scrunched up, like she was thinking very deeply about your relationship.

“I’m Imogen,” she finally said.

“Nice to meet you, Imogen.” She still wouldn’t look at you, but it was a start. And who were you to judge, anyway? You didn’t like eye contact either.

“She’s really pretty,” Imogen said, inclining her head toward Casey, who now held the toddler in her lap.

“She is.” You leaned in closer to Imogen, as if to tell her a secret. “I really lucked out.”

“She’s taller than you.” Day one, and Imogen was already laying it all out on the table.

“She sure is.”

“And your hair is like a boy.”

“Yep,” you said, running a hand through it.

“She likes you anyway.” You couldn’t tell if this was a question or a statement.

“Seems like it,” you confirmed, adjusting King in your lap as he snoozed. “I mean, I hope so. We live together and everything.”

“Why?” Imogen asked, finally meeting your eyes. Hers were defiant, almost angry, a dark brown that deepened in the fading light.

“Why do we live together?”

“Why does she like you?”

You grinned. Casey would die when you relayed this conversation to her later. She’d lord it over you for years.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Must be my winning personality.”

“You’re funny,” Imogen decided, scooting a little closer to you.

“Thanks,” you replied, pleased with the progress you’d made. “What’s your sister’s name?” you asked, nodding toward the toddler on Casey’s lap.

“Laylie,” Imogen groaned. “She’s annoying.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you commiserated. “I have a little sister, too.”

“She always colors everything pink.”

“You don’t like pink?”

“No,” she said, emphatically.

“Well,” you said. “We’ve got three rooms for you guys, so if you want to sleep in your own room, you can.”

Imogen squirmed. “No, I want to stay with Laylie.”

“Okay,” you assured her. “That’s fine, too.”

“Sometimes she cries at night and I have to help her stop.”

You watched as Imogen bit her fingernails. You wondered where these kids had come from, what they’d been through, why they’d ended up here, at your and Casey’s house at 4:00 pm on a Tuesday. But you wouldn’t ask. They’d tell you when they were ready.

“You’re a good sister,” you said. “But, you know, if you want to keep sleeping or if Laylie’s being annoying, you can always wake up me or Casey and we’ll help Laylie. Plus, I think she already likes Casey.” You pointed at Casey, who now stood at the door with Laylie on her hip, saying goodbye to the caseworker.

After the door shut, everything stood still for a moment. Everything would change, you realized. Everything had changed. Casey sat down in an armchair across from you, letting Laylie down to explore, and you just looked at each other. You couldn’t say exactly what was in that look, but it was I love you and We can do this and Watching you do this makes me love you even more. You knew things wouldn’t always be easy, that tomorrow could be terrible, but you’d handle that like you handled everything: together.

“I’ve met Laylie,” Casey started. “But who else do we have here?”

“This is Imogen,” you said, gesturing to the girl next to you, who’d retreated into her sweatshirt again. “And King.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Imogen,” Casey said, sharing a glance with you to confirm that Imogen’s shyness wasn’t just for her.

You stood and stretched a bit, King limp in your arms. “Are you guys thirsty? Imogen, you want to come to the fridge and pick a drink? We’ve got juice boxes, lemonade, water, maybe even a soda or two.”

Imogen nodded. You walked over to Casey and, before she could protest, placed King firmly in her arms. “Here, hold him. What do you want? Water?”

Casey glared at you, equal parts stunned and scared. You smiled at her and shrugged. She was scared of babies, scared of how vulnerable they were, afraid to hurt them. You knew she’d have avoided holding King for as long as possible. You also knew this was ridiculous.

You rummaged through the fridge with Imogen, Laylie reaching up to you for a juice box. When you turned around to look over the kitchen island, Casey was running a finger across King’s dimpled chin. She planted a kiss on his head and smiled softly at him, and you knew it was all going to be okay.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #casey novak one shot #casey novak drabble #casey novak fluff #law and order svu #svu #casey novak fanfic #neurodivergent #autistic #casey novak x autistic reader #x autistic reader #novak family chronicles

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megamind2010 · 2 months

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Ladybug dies how

peacefully in her sleep at the ripe old age of 94 NAYYYYY IM SORRY

Assuming youre here cuz koby told you to come and yell at me for doing this and id like to say first of all im very sorry i just love tragedy soooo much. koby got really mad at me when i first brought up the idea and it also tortures me horribly too And we also talk a lot about the alternate universe where she doesnt die and instead she and casey just move to new york and hang out and get married and Chill Out

but in the "canon" ending im sorry yes nell dies (ducking rocks and bricks) IMMM SORRY! She's subject to the hereditary blue beetle curse of dying in a fight tragically young (she jumped in front of the metaphorical bullet for jaime on account of he's exempt because he has a much healthier support system than other beetles)

i'm a hack so i haven't really drawn or written anything concrete about it but how it goes down in my mind is your classic event/crisis where all the heroes are mobilised to fight off the annual universe destroying threat. this time it's aliens of some kind and while the league and the rest of the important guys are up there fighting or negotiating or punching the universe or however this particular one gets solved, ladybug is down on the ground in gotham helping to evacuate people and deal with some alien scouts/robots/etc that are menacing civilians. (casey has already been evacuated and is safely sheltering underground with a bunch of other civilians, being checked in on every now and then by some flash or another, & her general attitude is UGH Can you idiots get this sorted out so we can order chinese and watch real housewives...)

it happens while ladybug is getting a family to safety and an alien scout lands on the roof of their apartment. he ushers them downstairs and to his credit does a good job of holding off the attacker while the civilians get out of there - nell has no powers but is a very competent fighter and also is decked out with plenty of kordtech gadgets to help even the playing field :] but it's been a long day and she's so exhausted and there's only so much you can do when an alien shoots you in the chest with a laser and flies away and leaves you to bleed out

so there's nell with her communications down & unable to move & lying there staring at the sky full of invading spaceships and flying superheroes... if she could get someone's attention she might be okay but everyone is busy. it's a crisis! and nell knows that, she knows what this whole business is like, and she's been ready for something like this to happen for a while. nell is a very confident person but she isn't deluded about her own mortality... it's part of her personal philosophy that it's cruel to have too many attachments if you're likely to die horribly young (a mentality learned from the death of her mother and refined by the death of ted kord) so isnt it great that she doesnt have many friends? and that she's on okay terms but not super close with her family? and that casey doesnt actually care about her at all and wont be affected by her untimely death past the inconvenience of finding a new place to live?

lol

at the end of it all nell isn't really that upset about dying... they went out doing something worthwhile, they saved lives, they did the best they could with what they had, and they made a positive impact on the world while they were here. and that's about what he's always wanted to achieve so hey a+ work ladybug! obviously its not like he WANTS to die, theres always more to do, things he's going to miss... he'll miss talking to ted, working on gadgets and sorting through problems and making him laugh... he'll miss his family obviously but they'll be fine without him... michelle is someone she hadn't expected to get so close to, but she and ted both have booster to keep them on track

really annoyingly as she's closing her eyes the person who keeps coming into her mind though is casey. At this point nell is pretty aware that she cares about casey more than she ever planned or wanted to and has done a lot of mental gymnastics to convince herself that it's fine that nothing ever came of it (and now nothing ever will) and in her last moments she reassures herself that it's onesided and casey doesn't love her and he'll be fine without nell and You did a great job at not forming attachments ladybug that's why you're the best! but she can't help the surge of intense regret and fuuuuuck what if it was different and what if what if.........

here's my primo ladybug dying on a roof song

Nell's fatal flaw will always be her self-reliance and conviction that she's doing things the right way despite it all. if she bothered to communicate with the people in her life then she might be swayed on her views on love, or if she was less stupidly independent then maybe she would have been working with another hero and wouldn't have been in this situation. but that's tragedy i suppose, knowing how a character could have escaped their fate and yet having to accept that in this scenario with this set of rules there was no other way for this to happen

anyway if you'd prefer to think about nell alive and happy living in new york with casey then please do that. It's easy and free and it makes me smile

#i... i... Sorry #SORRY!#caseybug

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sethcertified · 1 year

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「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📂 03

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 3.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] sneaks into a crime scene and sees a certain boy being arrested

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

My room was a mess. Pencils spread out across the room, cut-out newspaper pieces struck to the bulletin board that now took up a majority of my wall. Sharpies circling random phrases and words surrounded by question marks or tiny annotations.

And me? I was a mess. The more I researched the farther I fell down this rabbit hole. Anniversary killings, multiple killers, experience in murder, etc. All of it kept piling up except for one thing; motive.

The motive just wasn't there. Nothing tied all of it together. At least, not yet. It felt awful to wish for another murder, but I prayed for it. The chance to get more clues was what I wanted more than anything.

The first kill was the most important at the moment. At first, I thought it was Casey, but now I'm sure it wasn't her. It was Sidney's mom. It had to be! As much as I believed Sidney, I couldn't let my hunch go.

The killing was a year ago, and it just was a coincidence that another killing is happening as the anniversary is upcoming. No way.

I just couldn't figure out how the killer could go from something so personal to something seemingly random. Why would he kill Casey?

Besides, the age range I have for Casey Becker's murder would be teen to early twenties, but for Sidney's mom, it would have been much older.

My turmoil was overwhelming me. As I thought I had a lead everything would jumble together like a ball of yarn. At this point, I wasn't sure of anything. Maybe Billy was right. I should've just waited til the next murder...

I raked my hands into my sleeves as I tried to comfort myself. What was I thinking? Solving a murder was impossible. I have no experience, no teacher to guide me, I have nothing. Nothing good. Nothing useful. All I have is stolen supplies and slipping sanity.

I escaped my once haven now hell to go downstairs. Some food to refresh my mind was what I needed. Tatum's door was closed today, but I could hear her talking. Probably to Sidney.

My stomach turned at the thought of Sidney. She was already having trouble dealing with the murders apparently, and Gale Weathers harassed her about Cotton. I felt as if I was betraying her even considering this killer could be the one that killed her mom instead.

Downstairs I saw Dewey on the phone. I hid from his vision as I listened to his conversation.

"Sidney Prescott?"

"The killer?"

"I'm on my way."

Sidney? What was going on??

I rushed to Dewey's car as he ran upstairs to get his uniform on. I had to know what happened. I wasn't close to her, but Sidney was still a person I cared about. And she was Tatum's best friend. It would crush her to know Sidney died.

Sidney dead? Just like her mother... A very year ago from now. The pieces in my head started to click. Sidney was the true target! All the other killings? A distraction.

I hid behind the side of the car as I waited for the beep. I had to be at the scene. I had to know if Sidney was dead or miraculously still alive. I had to.

The floor of the backseat of Dewey's car was rough as I launched my body into the car before Dewey could see the door flying open and close. My face was planted onto it as I curled my body into a fetal form. The things I do for the people I care about...

Gibberish from Dewey's police radio filled the otherwise silent car. I could tell the car was speeding, and my worries grew. Did Sidney get gutted just like Casey and her boyfriend? I felt sick at the thought. I was just praying for another murder, and it could be someone I knew. Someone I spoke to today? Tears erupted from my eyes.

I tried to stifle my cries. Dewey couldn't hear me. He would tell Mom, and I would be grounded for the rest of my life! I clapped my hands over my quivering mouth and tried to think of anything but Sidney.

I thought of Stu. His laughter and his quirkiness. The way he cheered me up even after my creepy call and our discussion of gutted bodies. Bodies of people we knew.

Bodies of people he may have gutted inside out.

Sidney's body.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It seemed that everything I once was sure of was falling right in front of my face.

The car halted to a sudden stop, and I shook away from despair. I needed to focus on not getting caught. Peeking into the small slit of the car door and the seat I watched as Dewey scrambled out his car door. Tracing his movements I waited til he was far enough to leave the cramped space of the back seat.

I shot out of the car door and tumbled onto the damp grass. Picking myself back up I leaned against the now-shut car door looking to see when the coast was clear for my next move. Police officers scattered all around the Prescott house. A sense of emergency in the air.

I rushed to another cop car and began my lookout again. More police... And more police. I was hoping to find Sidney alive and well, but as my gaze diverted from police officer to police officer my hopes diminished one by one.

The sound of a scream left the front door of the house, and I whipped my head toward the noise. Sidney was crying out in distress. As much as I hated seeing her so miserable I thanked the heavens for her livelihood.

Dewey and other police officers rushed into the house and Sidney began to crumple against the door frame. I wanted to rush towards her and tell its okay, but I knew it wasn't the place. I needed to see if they caught him. And who is he?

The police officers rushed back outside, and I could see that there was something (more like someone) thrashing in their arms. Laser-focused I stared at the huddle of police preparing for the killer to be revealed.

They slammed the culprit against a police car in my line of vision. Dewey began to cuff the presumed killer. I leaned forward to see if I could get a view of who it was. Closer.. closer.. closer.

Billy?

I let out an audible gasp of shock. Billy was the killer? I took back my previous words of Billy not being an unfeeling psychopath. He was behind this all along. But why would he try to kill Sidney? Why would he kill Casey? My questions reached farther back. Why would he kill Sidney's mom?

I saw the Sheriff pull up to the driveway, and I knew I had to get in a car. I rushed back with my eye still stuck on Billy's thrashing body and hurried into the car. The uncomfortableness of the backseat floor was the least of my worries.

Did Stu know of the crimes? I still held some suspicion for him. Billy's motive just didn't make sense. At least, for him alone. Maybe it was Billy and Stu... They could be going on revenge kills for women that have wronged them.

But how did Sidney's mom wrong them? I wanted to thrash around and scream. My frustration was peaking. Not to mention the two people I trusted with my theories about the case could be the killers...

There was truly no way for me to get my mind off of my current troubles. It was all too much. Dewey clambered into his cop car, and I listened to his excited ramblings about solving the case.

"Billy–" Dewey said, "Billy was the killer! And I caught him..!"

I felt like puking at Dewey's enthusiasm. A promotion and an ego boost at what cost? Two dead bodies; that's what.

I felt the cop car come to a stop and Dewey got out. I knew that to keep my cover of not sneaking into a cop car and a potential murder scene I had to wait in the car for some time. Getting up from the rough floor I relaxed into the backseat seats. It was by definition lousy, but it felt like my back was being massaged by angels.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket seeing a missed call from Tatum. I prepared my acting skills before answering, "Hey Tate, what's up?"

"You won't believe this. Sidney. You know, Sidney? My Sidney-"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I know Sidney."

"She survived an attack!"

"What? She was attacked? Where is she? Is she okay? Did they catch the killer?"

"This is where it gets juicy. They caught Billy. You know, Sidney's boyfriend Billy. Billy Loomis-"

"God! Yes, Tate! I know Billy. So they know it's him. Confirmed."

"Well, not confirmed, but he had a phone on him. Pretty guilty if you ask me."

"Look, I'm on my way. Tell Sidney I'm glad she's safe. Love you, whore."

"Love you too, and I'm not a whore."

The phone hung up with a beep and I looked at my watch. I would have to say I walked which would take like 30 minutes. Setting a reminder in my mind I leaned back into the seat. Billy. If he was the killer I needed a motive still. Why would he kill Sidney or her mom? Or Casey Becker and her boyfriend?

God, he was what, 17 and already killed 3 people? How could I have let someone so vile under my nose this whole time? I slammed my foot against the car seat in front of me. And what about the call? Was he planning to kill me? Or Tatum? Or even Dewey?

Why was he flirting with me on the call..? Billy had always shown some kind of contempt for me ever since- Flirting was Stu's thing. Fuck, Stu. I wondered if he knew about what had happened and felt a strong urge to call him.

My thumb hovered over the numbers to dial his number. The small click of the buttons as I pressed against them was the only noise in the silent car. With my finger hanging over the last digit I pressed down and my phone began to ring.

"What's up?"

"Stu, man, Billy's been arrested."

I heard some shuffling, "What?"

"Yeah. They think he's the killer. Sidney caught him or something." I rested my head against my palm in frustration.

"It can't be him anyways. He was with Sidney the night of Casey's murder. She's just freaked out about the attack."

I perked my head up at the last sentence. How did Stu know Sidney was attacked? My breath got shaky and I hung up the phone.

Is it Stu?

I stashed my phone away in my pocket as I headed into the police station. I couldn't be alone with my thoughts after the call... I couldn't think about Stu any longer, nor could I trust him.

Inside the station was as busy as ever. Phone calls ringing. Uniforms zoom around the place. I looked around for Sidney and Dewey and Tatum.

"[Name!] Over Here!"

I turned around to see Tatum holding Sidney by the pay phone. Rushing over to their direction I hugged Sidney, "I'm not gonna ask if you're okay 'cause that's a pretty stupid question, but I want you to know I'm here you help you any way I can."

Sidney just whispered a tiny thanks and we backed away awkwardly. I turned to the investigation room where I saw Billy and his father surrounded by police. There was no way for us to hear what was going on, and my curiosity was killing me.

As Tatum went to the bathroom Dewey and I ushered Sidney to a chair as we could see her body begin to fail. I sat next to her and just awkwardly played with my hands as Dewey left to get some "top secret" police stuff.

I sighed as I leaned my head back against the chair. Sidney turned to me, "Something bothering you?"

"I don't understand how anyone couldn't be bothered with everything going on."

Sidney chuckled, "I guess you're right."

I just gazed at her. I knew she didn't have anyone to relate with and no mother or father figure to talk about this with. Sure she had Tatum, but Tate wasn't one for serious convos.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Mhm."

"I got a call too. The night of Casey Becker's murder."

Sidney's head turned in my direction in a millisecond, "Really?"

"Yes, I don't know who he was after in the house or why he called, but he did."

"This is huge! I thought the only person who went through what I did was dead!"

"Same! I just need to know why he didn't attack me or Tatum or Dewey. So far he's attacked everyone he's called."

Sidney just nodded, "Maybe 'cause you're a guy? So far he's only called girls and then attacked them."

"I had that theory."

"Theory?" Sidney arched her brow at me.

"Yes, theory... I'm working on my investigation. It's kicking my butt."

I slumped forward as I buried my head in my hands. Sidney gripped my thigh as I did so and I peered up at her, "You got this. Ever since like elementary you've been a genius."

I returned her smile as she looked back in Billy's direction. Her attention was diverted away as Dewey sat in front of us at his desk. I blocked out what he was saying as my gaze was still focused on Billy. I could see his eyes flicker from Sidney to me, and he mouthed something to me and I gave him a puzzled look. It looked like he said, "wait."

I prayed that Sidney didn't see the look as I furrowed my brows at him. If I even hinted at being buddy-buddy with Billy it might ruin the small progress I made with her tonight.

Dewey left his desk as soon as he came, and I watched Sidney intently as she made eye contact with Billy again. Her muscles tensed and her face tightened. I leaned closer to her and began to whisper in her ear, "Don't focus on him. Focus on me."

She nodded and I took her hand as I began to trace the lines in her palm, "I do this when I get overwhelmed. Helps me remember it's my body and I'm in control."

Sidney smiled at me as she took my other hand and began to trace the lines in my palm, "You know, I'm glad I can talk to you about this. Tatum-"

"Tatum's not the one for these convos. I get it."

We shared a smile and I tried my best to keep my eye on Billy. Sidney was my top priority right now, but I had to know what Billy needed from me.

I guess my attempts at subtly looking at Billy didn't work as Sidney turned around and looked at him. He turned back to her and they made eye contact once more. She just turned away and I gave her hand a proud squeeze, "You got this."

She just gave me a sly smile, "That's my line."

"Mine now."

We both shared a laugh until we saw them escort Billy out of the investigation room. I felt his yearning gaze on Sidney, and I tried my best to keep her gaze on me. Billy may hate me for it, but I knew Sidney couldn't bare seeing him again. He yelled out for her, but I just gave him a shut-up look. He mouthed something to me again, but this was much clearer.

"Tonight."

I just gave him a nod and turned my attention back to Sidney. Tears began to slip out of her eyes, and I moved to hug her. She gripped my jacket and I felt her body shake with sobs.

I caressed her hair as Tatum approached us. She placed her hand on Sidney's shoulder moving her to face Tatum instead of my shoulder, "Sid. We're going to get out here, okay? You okay?"

As Tatum moved around her body she loudly exclaimed, "Oh, c'mon." I saw her glance at Dewey and I realized her plan. Tatum was a person of action, not words, and I finally understood that even if she couldn't comfort Sidney with her words she would always prove that she was there for her.

"Dewey, can we go now?"

"Hold on a second."

"God damnit, Dewey!"

I could see Dewey's ego begin to crack, "What did Mama tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law."

I snickered as Tatum began to go off, "I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy, but we're ready to go. Now, okay!"

I followed the two girls as they sat up and left through the back door of the police station. The outside world was truly a circus. Lights flashing and mobs surrounded the station, and the ringleader of the circus was coming this way... Gale Weathers wearing a bright, neon dress that made my eyes bleed.

As she began to bombard Sidney with questions I pulled her into my shoulder as Tatum lurched forward, "She's not answering any questions, all right. Just leave us alone."

Sidney just gave me a polite look as she brushed off my arm around her shoulder, "No. No, Tatum, [Name], it's okay. She's just doing her job, right? Gale?"

Tatum and I shared a befuddled look. Sidney hated Gale Weathers? What was she doing?

"Yes, that's right."

"So, how's the book."

"Well, it'll be out later this year."

"Oh. I'll look for it."

"I'll send you a copy."

Sid began to back away until she turned around a punched Gale Weather square in the face. We all started to let out gasps of shock as Gale fell back and cursed at Sidney.

Dewey grabbed Sidney by her arm and we were rushed into the car. As Dewey drove us home we all began to reenact the incident (which he got onto us for); however, our shared hatred of Gale Weather did prove to be rather funny in these moments.

Our laughter stretched out as we headed into the house. Giggles escaped Tatum and Sidney as they were retreating into Tatum's room, and I was hiding away in mine.

Billy had mentioned something about coming over tonight, so I waited anxiously checking my watch every thirty minutes or so while hiding away. I had to know what he needed to say to me. What he had to say to prove his innocence.

That being said I couldn't let anyone else know that Billy was coming over. It would destroy my relationship with everyone, and make me a suspect in the crimes.

My waiting was cut short by Sidney's screams coming from downstairs. I shot out of my room and ran downstairs to see my mom and Tatum surrounding Sidney. I forced the phone out of Sidney's grasp, "Who is this?"

"Put Sidney back onto the phone."

"I'm sorry, she can't come to the phone right now."

I motioned for Sidney and Tatum to go back upstairs and they hesitantly retreated as the phone stayed silent.

"Check your windows, [Name.]"

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By Chance: The Morning After

I wrote By Chance... all the way back in January (wow!). It was an AU idea where Tobias & Casey meet under very different circumstances. They're closer in age, and meet much earlier leading to a messy, on-and-off relationship that lasts years - and the end is uncertain.

When I saw "the morning after" prompt on @choicesprompts Smutober list, this was the first thing that came to mind, and I knew it was time to dust this off.

Book: Open Heart (pre-series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Mature (it's steamy, but not explicit) 18+

Words: 1,901

Summary: Things always look different in the morning light. The night after Casey meets a charming stranger in the bar, she wakes up to uncertainty and a surprise.

By Chance Universe: In this universe, Tobias is around 26, entering his last year of med school at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. Casey is around 22 and beginning her last year as an undergrad at New York University.

A/N: Participating in @choicesprompts Smutober, Day 2. and @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 7: Sharing something personal about them that they've never shared with anyone before.

By Chance... Part 1 Tobias & Casey Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Casey’s bedroom was set up in a very particular way. A good night’s sleep was of paramount importance, and all the elements required to ensure one were present: her favorite pillow and weighted blanket. Her sleep mask, the teddy bear she received on her tenth birthday, and, of course, her room darkening shades. It could be the afternoon on a summer day, but it may as well have been midnight in Casey’s room, and that’s just how she liked it.

But today, she was twisting in the sheets at the crack of dawn. The hot sun was beaming through the sheer ‘why even bother’ curtains, and she shielded her eyes as they hesitantly opened. The room was bright – stark white with minimalist decor, not at all like her own. She didn’t recall her hotel room looking quite this modern... then, she remembered...

“Oh, my God!” She gasped.

She pulled the sheets around her as she sat up. But the sheer panic gripping her didn’t appear to be contagious because the devilishly handsome man lying naked beside her couldn’t have been more at ease.

“Oh, my God!” she repeated, her eyes desperately searching the room for any remnant of her clothing.

The happily slumbering man half-smiled, eyes still shut, a content look on his face.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” he asked groggily as he looped an arm around her. “No need to get up this early, darlin’.”

“My clothes,” was all she could manage. “I don’t see my clothes.”

A broader smile appeared on his lips; he leaned on one elbow to address her.

“If I remember correctly, we started taking those off at the front door. If I were a betting man, I’d say we left a trail between there and about two feet outside my bedroom.”

“OK,” she said, starting out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her as if he hadn’t become intimately acquainted with everything underneath the night before. “Then I need to go get them.”

Leaning back with his head resting in his hands, he watched as she tried to contain her panic.

“You could... but my roommate is still at home. He should be gone in about thirty minutes... so why don’t you come back and join me until then.”

“You’re roommate,” she squealed. “So someone else on the planet knows that I was here last night.”

“Theoretically,” he shrugged. “It’s not like he saw you or caught your name... although....”

“Although?”

“I may have yelled it out once or twice... so chances are he knows your first name.”

“Oh, God!” she whimpered, rubbing her temples.

“Relax, he wouldn’t be able to pick you out of a police lineup. You have nothing to worry about.”

Casey plopped back on the bed with a huff. He was right. There was no way she was leaving his room until the apartment was empty, so she might as well cool her heels. When she told him she wasn’t the type to get picked up at bars last night, she meant that. But she wasn’t naïve; after one look in those aqua-blue eyes, one gaze at his tantalizing grin, she already knew he would make a liar out of her.

As much as he found her spiraling amusing, he didn’t see the point in making the poor woman suffer any longer.

“Casey,” he spoke softly, extending a hand. “Come lay down. It’s all right, you don’t have to be so... so tense.”

She fell back with a sigh, careful to keep a safe distance between them.

“Yes, I do. This,” she gestured feverishly, “isn’t something I normally do. Waking up in the bed of some guy whose name I can’t recall isn’t my thing.”

She couldn’t tell if his insulted look was genuine or for effect.

“I’m pretty sure you remember my name.”

“Why?” she snapped, turning to face him. “I was screaming it out last night as well?”

“Please don’t tell me you don’t remember. I don’t know if my ego could handle that.”

She wanted to keep a straight face, but when she turned to him, she had to smirk.

“Why do I think your ego would be intact no matter what.”

“Because you don’t know me too well,” he grinned.

And what a grin. It was magnetic; it had to be. Because when he leaned in to kiss her, she found her body falling into his without permission. The moment his lips touched hers, she was done for, forgetting why she was fighting at all. He pulled back and brushed her hair behind her ears, his sensual swagger replaced with an aura of genuine concern.

“You’re not married,” he stated. “Not even in a relationship. We discussed that last night.”

“OK?”

“And you weren’t drunk. Two glasses of wine, followed by two glasses of water. I would never take advantage of anyone.”

“I didn’t insinuate that you did, but what’s your point?”

“My point is we didn’t do anything wrong. Even if this isn’t something you normally do, I really hope you won’t feel bad because you did. I’d hate to think you have regrets... I know I sure don’t.”

Her eyes shut as he caressed her cheek. Images of the previous night flashed through her mind. His cheesy pickup lines at the bar, lines that would have had her running from away from others, but from him... they worked. They were almost charming. His hand rested on his chin, and his eyes sparkled as he watched her speak, looking at her like she was the only person in the world. It was intoxicating. He was wrong; she had been drunk, not on alcohol... only on him.

Hours passed, and the bar was about to close. He offered to walk her to her car, and in the parking lot, one tender kiss led to another, then one more, and then, they weren’t so tender anymore.

“You staying nearby?” He whispered, his breath hot on her ear.

“My hotel’s about twenty minutes away,” she offered. “But... is your place closer? I’m not sure I want to wait that long.”

His smile broadened as he lifted her to the roof of her car with ease. The weight of his body pressed against her as he kissed her ear, her neck, her collarbone. It didn’t tickle, but she couldn’t stop giggling.

“Why don’t we go to your place before we do something that will get us arrested?”

“Depriving us of a good time,” he grinned. “Your car or mine?”

The hours that followed were a blur. A beautiful, erotic, blissful blur. His hands were on her face, shoulders, her breasts. His hands and tongue traced every contour of her body, leaving her trembling and aching for more... and how he delivered. Straddled on top of him, lying beneath, side-by-side, they rode to the peak of ecstasy time and time again before collapsing into each other’s arms.

They talked for hours. She wasn’t sure why she told this man more than her past three partners combined, and he was amazed at how easy it was to share with her. With neither of them interested in sleep, kisses reignited their passion, and after one final wave, they were blissfully spent. None of those sleep aids she normally used required, and Casey quickly fell asleep in his arms. Tobias played with her hair, kissing the top of her head until he nodded off as well. It was like a dream in the dim haze of the night, but the morning sun ushered in a different reality she hadn’t been prepared to face.

“Tobias!” she smiled. “Your name is Tobias.”

“Ahh,” he grinned. “See, I knew I was unforgettable.”

“I’m sorry for freaking out,” she sighed. “I’m not accustomed to going to a bar to meet one date and going home with someone else.”

“Not for nothing, but I’m glad the asshole didn’t show up. So, you thinking of going to Hopkins?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Wait, did they send you to sweeten the deal?”

Tobias barked out a laugh. “Not quite. Besides, I’ll be heading off to my residency next year, and I assure you, there’s no one else like me on campus.”

“Oh really? Where are you trying to match? Maybe I’ll apply near there,” she winked, laughing when she saw the worry in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m only joking... I know this is a one-night thing...”

A slamming door stopped her midway through.

“That’s Ethan heading out... my roommate.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Then I suppose I should get my clothes.”

Tobias seemed engaged in an inner battle as she stepped out of bed. Her hand was on the doorknob when he blurted out.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“What?”

“A one-night stand... that’s not what this has to be. I know you’re finishing college in New York, and I’m here in Baltimore. Neither of us has any idea where we’ll be a year from now, so... I’m not....” he trailed.

“You’re not proposing,” she smirked, eliciting another laugh from him.

“All I know is that I’d love to see you again. I don’t want this to be a one-night thing unless that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” she smiled, falling back into bed with him. “It’s not what I want at all.”

“Good,” he smiled, lifting her chin higher for another lingering kiss.

“Mmmm,” Casey moaned as she pulled away. “I am soooo glad Jordan canceled on me.”

Tobias jumped back, his eyes widened.

“So, wait... Jor... Jordan!?”

“Yes. Jordan, the guy who stood me up last night.”

“Oh, fuck...” Tobias groaned, rolling on his back. “His last name? Please... do you know the guys last name?”

“Uh... I haven’t been talking to him too long, but uh... C... it starts with a C... Car... Car...”

“Carrick!” They said in unison.

“You know him?” Casey asked.

“Yeah, only since birth.”

“What?!”

You know him?

“He’s my kid brother.”

“What! You have to be fucking me?”

“Well,” he chuckled nervously, “I sort of already did that.”

“Fuck!” Casey cursed. “This makes things... awkward.”

“Yeah... it does,” he droned, looking at her with almost sadness. “So, maybe this is a one-night stand?”

Casey lowered her eyes, not sure why this stung so much.

“If you think that’s best,” she started, then stopped herself cold. “No... it doesn’t have to be. It’s not like I even met Jordan... and he stood me up! That’s on him.. not us... but... but...” she heaved out a breath. “He’s your brother... so it’s probably best if this is it,” she bit her lip and stood up. Putting on her clothes was long overdue. “That’s what I get for going home with a guy from the bar.”

“It’s not for the best.”

“What? What’s not?”

“This being a one-night thing... you walking out that door and me never seeing you again. That’s not for the best. It’s not like you were dating my brother like you said... You never even met. I’ll talk to him. I’m sure it’ll be fine and... I’d like to see you again, Casey,”

She fell back into bed, “I was really hoping you say that.”

“You know, I have to admit...you do have phenomenal taste in men. I mean, our genetics is...”

“Would you shut the hell up?” She laughed.

His lips were already upon her when he whispered, “With pleasure.”

And clothes wouldn’t be needed for several more hours...

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fluffypandabun · 1 year

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You’re gonna rattle the stars you are.

AN: Hello Hello my second fic!!! This ones kind of all over the place but hopefully you guys enjoy it! Its a little angsty in the begining but dw that doesnt last long! I hope you enjoy!

Words: 3335

Summary: While watching a Movie with Mikey, Casey is reminded of some more bittersweet times. Thankfully Mikey, and Raph, are there to help him

When Casey had mentioned he had no idea what ‘Treasure planet’ was, Mikey had all but lunged across the table with a loud very over dramatic gasp. Casey barely found the restraint to not lash out at him, though he did flinch back slightly.

The youngest turtle wasn’t deterred by this though, grabbing onto the elder teens shoulder with a firm serious grip, verging on shaking him back and forth.

“Oh me gosh! You’ve seen Treasure planet!? The token greatest movie of all time!?”

Eyes wide, Casey shook his head. So that's what this treasure planet thing was, one of those movie things the rest of the hamatos have been determined in showing him. He’d enjoyed all of them so far, aside from that one horror movie Cassandra had decided was a good thing to watch. He had spent most of it with his face covered with his hands and Mikey clinging to his arm.

The box shelled turtle's eyes got even bigger, mouth agape as if this was the most tragic news he’d heard ever in his life. Finally he moved his hands from Casey's shoulders and onto his wrists. Grabbing them and dragging him out of the chair.

“Alright! I know what we're doing today then! Clear your schedule Cass cause this is of dire importance!”

“I- what…Mikey-!” The teen huffed, stumbling as he was pulled along by the shorter turtle, wow was he surprisingly strong.

“There's no time to waste Cass, I won't have a fellow brother of mine not know of the masterpiece that is Treasure planet.”

Casey would have gotten a lot more emotional over Mikey referring to him as his brother, if it weren’t for the fact he nearly tripped over his own feet as he was yanked along by the determined teen.

“But-“

“No buts!” Mikey interrupted him before Casey could speak, shooting him a look that said that Casey would be watching this movie and that he didn’t really have a choice.

Admitting defeat Casey allowed himself to be dragged over to the largest couch that made up most of the layers living.

“Right, you sit here and get comfy, I go make us some popcorn, you like the buttered kind right?”

At Casey's nod the turtle grinned. “Great! I’ll be right back!”

Casey was quick to try and stand. “Oh I can help-“

Mikey turned a fixed him with a look, one usually reserved for when his brothers were being extra difficult, like when Donnie wouldn’t leave his lab to eat, or when Leo had started avoiding his family when his mental health had began to get worse

(It also reminded him of another time, with a much older Mikey and an even more stubborn version of his older brother..

Some things really never do change)

Almost on instinct, Casey found himself plopping back down onto the couch and grinning sheepishly.

“Uh, Nevermind.”

Mikeys face immediately shifted back into a wide smile, eyes shining. He gave Casey a pat on the head before he disappeared into the kitchen and out of Casey's sight.

And that was how the teen had found himself settled on the couch, a bowl of buttery smelling popcorn at his side as Mikey fiddled with the projector in front of him as he excitedly flapped his hands.

“I promise you're gonna love it Cass, it's got like space pirates and this super cool cat-lady captain, who was April's first childhood crush by the way, don’t tell her I told you that tho.”

Casey didn’t understand about half the words Mikey was saying (Crush? April could certainly be violent during fights but crushing somebody seemed a bit much for even her) but he still nodded along, his own hands tapping in his lap. Mikey's excitement was certainly contagious.

There was a triumphant “Got it” as mikey stood up, the projector came alive, showing the castle logo that Casey had seen a few times before in previous movies he’d been shown, he didn’t remember what it was called though.

Satisfied, Mikey walked over to the couch and all but draped himself across Casey's lap, shifting about until he made himself comfortable. With his head resting in the elders lap facing the screen, and his arms wrapped around his middle, seeming content.

Casey froze for just a moment, the sudden affection still a bit foreign to him, but he soon relaxed. If Casey couldn’t leave before he definitely couldn’t leave now, he’d rather sit here glued to the couch for days rather than move and risk disturbing the turtle on his lap.

Casey simply smiled and rested a hand on the Turtle's shell, leaning his head back and turning his attention to the movie.

Pretty soon however he found himself leant forward, as far as he could while still having a lapful of turtle, totally invested in the movie before him.

He found himself amazed by the stars and the flying ships, he wasn’t sure how the latter would work, he’d have to ask Donnie about it later.

But mostly he found himself getting very attached to the two main characters, the cyborg especially. The fatherly attitude and the robotic arm, reminded him of someone. And it made his heart ache just slightly whenever he was on screen.

He found himself at the edge of his seat whenever the crew had found themselves in the middle of a black hole, eyes wide as Mr Arrow was thrown off the ship, though he felt an ounce of relief when he was caught by his lifeline.

The relief was short lived however as the weird scary bug dude, he didn’t remember his name and he was too stressed to care, approached the dangling Rock man.

“No!” Casey cried, as the line was severed and Mr Arrow was sent falling to his presumed death.

Still curled up in his lap Mikey gave a grim nod, giving Casey a few pats on the arm in sympathy.

“I know Cass, I know.”

Scowling at the screen, Casey leant back against the couch, grumbling about the ‘stupid traitorous red thing.’.

His ire faded soon after as he watched Jim feel guilt over what happened to Mr Arrow, Casey wanted to yell about how it wasn’t his fault but he knew his words would go unheard.

He watched with increasingly misty eyes as Silver went on a tangent, comforting the boy about how it wasn’t his fault, that he shouldn’t let himself shoulder all of the guilt.

Casey felt his throat tightening, everything about this scene was so achingly familiar. How many times in his past had he felt guilt over small mistakes? Over deaths that in hindsight were unpreventable, how many times had he felt responsible over something that was totally out of his control?

And every-time had his sensei been there to put a firm hand on his shoulder and force him to look him in the eye, not letting go until Casey knew for sure himself that it wasn’t his fault, and then he’s be pulled into a broad chest and held as he cried over his own helplessness in the war.

If only he had known just how little time they would have togther, maybe he would have spent much less of it wallowing in guilt.

“You're gonna rattle the stars you are.”

“Casey?”

Casey was startled out of his own thoughts by a quiet voice, glancing down he met Mikey's eyes which were full of concern, the turtle reached out to cup Casey's cheek with a three fingers hand.

“You're crying…”

Casey blinked, and sure enough he could feel the telltale feeling of warm tears slipping from his eyes and down his cheeks, he swallowed thickly.

“O-Oh….” He choked, reaching up to wipe at his face with the sleeves of his hoodie. He gave Mikey a shaky grin.

“S-Sorry, it's uh…the movie, you know. Its….sad.”

Even to his own ears he didn't sound very convincing, especially with the way his voice shook. But he couldn't let Mikey know about the real reason he was getting so worked up, he didnt want for the young turtle to feel guilty about reminding him of his past (Future? Whatever.) and he certainly didn't want to go dumping his issues onto him either. He could handle them fine on his own…probably.

(A voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his Uncle Donatello told him he was just as bad as Leo)

The box turtle frowned, shifting around until he was moving himself out of Casey's lap. Casey nearly reached out to pull him back, missing the contact and the comfort that came with it, but he held himself back as the turtle settled beside him. Sitting cross legged and facing him, Casey barely registered the sound of the movie being paused and the room going quiet.

“It's something other than the movie, isn't it?”

Internally, Casey cursed, looking away and not meeting the turtle's gaze. Despite being the youngest, Mikey had always been the best at telling when someone was lying, especially when it came to how they were feeling. This had carried over even in Caseys time.

In the end he chose to say nothing, clenching his jaw. He held back a flinch as Mikey eventually sighed, sounding less angry and more….sad. A three fingered hand came and grabbed onto his hand, holding it gently as he rubbed a thumb over the boy's scarred knuckles.

“I'm not gonna force you to talk about it Casey, but….whenever you do, you know me and the others are here right?”

And if that didn't just make Casey's want to start crying all over again, he clenched his eyes tightly shut.

‘Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up-’

He looked up.

And he was met with a gaze so full of understanding and concern and just…love, that it nearly took his breath away. It was like Casey was six again with a badly skinned knee, bawling his eyes out as his Uncle Michelangelo held his hand and made silly faces to make him laugh again.

“I….” Casey began, words getting caught up in his throat. “It…just reminded me of someone…”

Mikey took his other hand into his own, giving them both a gentle squeeze. “Who?”

“My….Sensei…” He managed to choke out, he saw the realization and the understanding in Mikeys eyes, but the turtle remained silent and let Casey keep speaking.

“He…he used to do the same thing. Give me these long speeches whenever I’d feel bad about something, he carried so much guilt too you know? But he never let me or anyone else carry any of our own….” Casey let out a slight huff of laughter.

“He said that to me once, the whole ‘You're gonna rattle the stars’ bit. I should have known he stole that quote from somewhere else.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. “Yeah, that sounds like Leo.”

Casey chuckled, before his expression fell again and he sniffled softly.

“....I miss him.”

Mikey's expression softened. “I know.”

Casey swallowed thickly, allowing the last few tears welled up in his eyes to trickle down his cheeks, he glanced at Mikey and then quickly averted his gaze back down to his lap. Cheeks dusted a light pink.

“Can…Can I have a hug pl-”

The teen was caught off by Mikey all but throwing himself into Casey's arms, the human was thrown back into laying on his back on the couch with Mikey a top him, arms wrapped around his midsection and face buried in his chest.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The turtle sighed, face muffled by the fabric of Casey's hoodie. He let out a wet laugh, wrapping his own arms around the younger teen.

“Thanks Mikey.” He sighed, face shifting as guilt at interrupting their movie gnawed at him.

“..Sorry about ruining the movie, I know you were super excited to show it to me.”

Mikey lifted his head from Casey's chest to give the teen a stern glare. “You didn't ruin anything Cass, none of that talk you hear me? Mikey's orders.”

“I know but.”

“Mikey's.Orders.”

Casey pressed his mouth shut, expression still reminiscent of a particularly sad puppy though he didn't protest any further. Mikey gave him a look before he sighed dramatically.

“Well fine, if that's how you're going to be.”

Casey blinked, his guilty expression shifting to one of confusion. “Mikey? Wha-”

The teen never got to finish his own sentence however, as the turtle suddenly buried his face into Casey's stomach and blew a big fat raspberry.

Casey all but screamed, the thin fabric of his hoodie did barely anything against the ticklish vibrating that shot throughout his whole midsection. Cackling his body gave a violently jerk to the side which, forgetting he was laying on a couch, sent him rolling off of it and in a heap on the floor. A giggling turtle landed on top of him.

Gaining his bearing and whipping around he gave the younger a glare that lacked any real heat behind it.

“Mikey! What was that for!?”

The turtle simply gave him a totally innocent ‘i don't know what you could possibly mean’ look, he shrugged.

“What? It's not my fault you were just sitting there looking like some sad little angsty boy.”

“I am not a-you know what? Come here!”

Mikey's expression immediately switched to alarm when Casey lunged for him, he squealed and dodged out of the way, his ninja skills being the only thing keeping him out of Casey's grasp. He looked over his shoulder and saw Casey getting ready to pounce again and he shrieked, scrambling to his feet he took off running.

“Hey! Get back here!” Casey yelled after him, laughter in his voice and he took after the younger turtle. Mikey looked over his shoulder to see Casey still chasing him and he squealed, bursting into nervous giggling.

This was the first time Casey had actively engaged in this sort of play chase, normally he would sit off to the side and watch the others playfight and chase each other around, Mikey was glad Casey was begging to open up more to them.

But wow was he actually very fast and maybe Mikey needed some back up.

“RAPH! SAVE ME!” Mikey yelled, bursting into his eldest brother's room, startling the poor snaggle tooth and causing him to nearly throw the scarf he had been crocheting. He reached for his sais, eyes wide as he scanned the room for danger as Mikey hid behind him.

“What!? What is it!? What's wrong!?” He turned to look back at his baby bro, and he realized when he realized that he was giggling and did not appear to actually be in any danger at all. Figuring it was just his brothers messing around with the youngest he waited for one of them to come running in after him, to his surprise however, it was a disheveled looking Casey who came barreling into the room.

Grinning wildly and playfully in a way Raph had never seen on his face before, he didn't seem to notice Raphs presence in the room as he pointed a finger at Mikey's direction.

“You.”

Mikey squealed and ducked back behind his older brother, Ralph's gaze softened fondly before it became playfully stern. He turned back to the human and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You messin with my lil brother huh?”

He watched Casey falter slightly, seeming to be worried that Raph was genuinely upset with him. Before the teen could open his mouth to apologize, Raph spoke up.

“Raph thinks you need a little taste of your own little brother treatment.” He said, cracking his knuckles. Caseys eyes went wide but before he could even move a muscle Raph was grabbing him around the middle and throwing him over his shoulder, the teen found himself dangling upside down with his back to the spiky turtle's chest. One large hand came up to hold onto his legs so he wouldn't fall while the other dug gently into his stomach in the shape of a claw, before shaking back and forth.

Casey shrieked, bursting into laughter as he jerked back and forth, hands coming up to weakly bat at the much larger three fingered hand. It was a futile effort however, and the hand didn't even budge in the slightest.

Still on the ground beside Raph, Mikey cheered. “Yeah! Get him Raphie!”

“Oh don't think I forgot about you either Mikey.”

“Wait what.”

The youngest turtle suddenly squeaked as he was picked up around the middle with Raphs spare hand, keeping the laughing and squirming Casey in place with ease with one hand, he tucked the small box turtle to his side and began digging into the exposed area between carapace and shell. Which had Mikey squealing even louder than Casey, kicking his legs out and trying to push against Raphs side.

“This is what you get for burstin in and scaring the daylights outta me! You should know better!”! Raph scolded, though it held no seriousness behind it if the giant grin spread across his face didn't already give it away.

M-Mikey started it!” Casey managed to gasp through his laughter, earning an offended squawk from said turtle.

“Casey was being sad!” The turtle barely managed to get out a rebuttle before falling into another bout of giggles.

“Well now the both of you got what you wanted!” Raph chirped, spinning around to draw more laughter from the already giggly teens.

“T-This is torture!” Casey cackled, face flushing even redder as he snorted. Raph’s grin simply widened at the sound.

“Ohoho you think this is torture little man? Just be glad Raph ain't goin full tickle monster on ya.”

Raph chuckled at the two streams of frantic protests he received, he didn't want to overwhelm them however so after a moment his attack slowed to a stop. Though he didn't put down the two giggly teens, who were now both totally limp in his hold. Still shaking from breathy giggles.

Raph cooed at them softly. “Aw, Raph didn't tire you guys out did he?”

It earned him a smack on the head from an annoyed Mikey and a groan from Casey. The snaggle tooth simply laughed to himself as he adjusted him in his hold so they were both more comfortable, able to hold them with ease. Though he was pretty sure Casey was supposed to be a bit heavier then he felt to Raph, but that was something they could deal with later.

“You want me to lay you guys in my bed?”

Mikey shook his head. “Nah, we still have a movie to watch.” He shifted in Raphs hold to point dramtically out of the door. “ To the living room!”

Raph rolled his eyes playfully as he carried the two over to the living room, heading towards the big couch in the middle. He could have put them down of course, but he also didn't want to. And if the way the two of them snuggled against him suggested they didn't either.

He arrived at their destination, noticing the movie that was paused on screen.

“Oh! You guys are watching treasure planet!? Why did you tell me!”

“It was an urgent matter brother it couldn't not wait, this is Casey's first time watching it. “ Mikey hummed, shifting to make himself more comfortable against Raphs chest.

“Ooooh! Can Raph join?” The snaggle tooth turned hopeful eyes towards the human much to his surprise, after a moment Casey smiled and he also moved around to get comfy against Raphs side.

“Of course Raph.”

The smile the elder sent him was blinding as he also made himself comfortable in between the two, eagerly unpausing the movie and he settled down.

“Oooo you guys are almost at the really good part!”

Casey barely registered Mikey's response as he felt himself start to drift off, Ralph's large hand coming down to rub his back certainly didn't help in his fight to stay awake.

He wasn't worried about falling asleep and missing the movie though, they could always watch it again.

They had all the time in the world after all.

#pandabuns fic #Rottmnt tickle fic #Ticklish! Casey #Ticklish! Mikey #Lee! Casey #Switch! Mikey #Ler! Raph

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GIMME 2, 5, 6, 10!!!!!!!!!!!

omg. thank you for this i needed to calm down after that Niners win haha just kidding. I will never calm down I still have anxiety. if you never see me again it's bc I'm writing Brock Purdy gangbang under a burner. ok under a cut

Trade bait: You can make two trades for your team for anyone in the MLB or MiLB. What two players do you trade for to create a top tier romance with existing players on the team?

First of all Matt Chapman for nobody but I am sending Joey Bart to the shadow realm anyway. Chappy as you previously observed would have Casey Schmidt wrapped around his finger. I would also be watching Tyler Fitzgerald very carefully bc I think him and Casey would be peacocking severely for Chappy's attention, just two cornfed white boys/fringe players eating out of Chappy's hand. Also Wilmer Flores and Chappy have wine nights where they discuss their infielders and I think an old man situationship could flourish there. That was like three relationships sorry. But now I'm obsessed with Wilmer Flores having an old man relationship nooooo

Second of all, I am trading Austin Slater (sorry) for Kris Bryant. Why am I bringing back Kris Bryant? bc it would be funny. He did a whole ass interview in the Athletic that I have seared into my heart about wanting to be wanted by the Giants and his fuckbuddy Brandon Crawford went on camera being like I Need Him, and then Farhan did something stupid and we lost Kris Bryant forever. but in my heart the Rockies do something rash and Farhan loses his head and we get Kris Bryant back. Kris Bryant is soooo salty but like what is he going to do, at the end of the day he really enjoyed San Francisco! and then -- this is critical -- Mikey shoots his shot. In the Kris Bryant Giants Era, Mikey was on the periphery of my observations (I was very gay for Craw and Kris and did not really understand the intricacies) but I think now with Craw out of the way, Mikey can slide in there with his affable ways and charismatic leadership and boyfriend dick and Kris will fall head over heels.

Rule 5 romance: what rookies do you wish to see ascend the heights of AO3? And with whom?

I almost said Blake Sabol but then I looked him up and between the three Bay Area mutuals, he actually has five whole works which for baseball fandom in this day and age is kind of a lot lol. Anyway as always I feel we need more gay bar fic and I think Tristan Beck would clean up at a small town bear bar in the minors and I think ALL the stupid Baby Giants should accompany him. That's not really an answer but the Giants are kind of vibeless and I'm trying not to just answer "Casey/Blake" for every single question lmfao

Minor league blues: Which of your favorite fringe or minor league players are holding hands on the 9 hour bus ride to the next game? Are they doomed by the narrative or will they be franchise legends?

GODDDDD THE BABY BABY BABY BABY GIANTS HAD SUCH AN ICONIC PITCHER-CATCHER SITUATIONSHIP LAST YEAR. So Onil Perez was the starting catcher for most of the SJ Giants games and Dylan Cumming was a pitcher the Giants signed to a minor league contract who got yeeted down to the San Jose extremely quickly but also played a bunch of games and had one of the better ERAs of all the pitchers on the team. (Also....somehow ended up in a Barracuda promo video lmfao.) I saw Dylan pitch a handful of games, all of which Onil caught and towards the end of the season when tensions were a lil high due to impending playoffs, I watched Dylan blow an inning in front of Onil. him and Onil proceeded to have the most INTENSE conversation next to the dugout, like heads bent together, arms on each other, I was like what the HELL is happening over there. and then. of course. Dylan did better for the rest of the game. CRAZY MAKING. (Giants still lost but that's not important.) Onil is rated pretty highly as a Giants prospect I think and while I try not to get too attached to SJG guys, I was so into how calm he was during games so that like...moment of emotional intensity between him and Dylan was so 👀🧐🫡 I think they probably fell asleep on each other during bus rides and Onil woke up with Dylan's hair in his mouth and fell in love.

Pregame chess: Who is compelled by the raw sexual energy that the dweebiest player on your team exudes when he gloats over winning clubhouse card games?

Allowing myself Casey/Blake, as a treat,,,,, Casey Schmidt is an enormous dweeb with a huge heart and I think the first time he wins some esoteric Venezuelan card game that Thairo Estrada taught the team but which took Casey a solid two months to get the hang of, he's SO happy but in a way that creates problems. like, his swagger is off the charts and it's SO undeserved, but he's so confident all game and he plays so well and Blake is like god...he's so stupid hot. I can't NOT kiss him in the shower room. (Blake is also a dweeb.)

Thank you for asking!!!!

#pindergarten #cage replies #rpf for ts #looking at the giants roster is giving me so much hope but also like who are all of you. who is driving this. farhan for the love of GOD #but on the bright side. i will never have to hear about that one former dodger ever again in my life lol

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folkloriansolitairian · 8 months

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so here’s the thing about the red white and royal blue movie

PSA BEFORE WE BEGIN!!! I AM NOT HATING! i did like the movie, this is not me hating on it or casey mcquinston, any of the actors, producers, writers, etc. i personally think that casey is an insanely talented writer, and the actors did a phenomenal job bringing this story to life. i am simply sharing my opinion and what i would change about it! also i like to complain it is my natural instinct. now that that’s out of the way here we go

honestly i think they could have done better and we could have gotten a lot more. sososo much was left out from the books and i was honestly just disappointed by how much they changed or straight up removed entirely. we were ROBBED of the following:

• JUNE I MISS HERRR WHERE IS SHE WAAAAH

• alex’s parents being divorced and how that effected him as a person and helped him grow into the person he is

• alex’s self discovery in his sexuality

• liam and rafael luna and how they both also helped alex in discovering his bisexuality (who the fuck is miguel) (did not like that he was already bi, his path of self discovery throughout the book is really relatable and good rep imo but idk)

• the iconic cornettos scene (i know they filmed it it was is the fucking trailers WHERE DID IT GO)

• bea’s 🍃 scandal/‘powder princess’ and how much that contributes to her development and depth as a character

• BEAS FATTY FUCKING CAT WHAT IS HIS NAME I MISS HIM

• the physical presence of the emails and how vulnerable alex and henry are with each other in them and how much they reveal about not just the 2 of them but other characters too like bea and the rest of henry’s family (they just has voiceovers which i thought was kind of weird, maybe just me)

• henry talking to the cancer patient about at at wars and that whole adorable thing

• seeing alex storming the palace to talk to henry (he just appeared?? smh anyways)

• most of alexs persepective of the emails getting leaked

• the ENTIRE fake dating arc with alex/nora and henry/june (i think? read the book a while ago don’t fully remember)

• alex’s whole dilemma and eventual decision to go to NYU law

• ZAHRA AND SHAANS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP BASICALLY!! (why weren’t they engaged)

• the historical love letters henry and alex quoted in their emails to each other

• most of the plot with the richards campaign (mostly to do with the fact that there is NO LUNA)

• overall a lot of the buildup/enemies to lovers aspect of alex and henry’s relationship

there’s probably so much more that i’m forgetting but THE POINT IS there were so many important little details from the book that was left out in the movie that i would have loved to see and it’s honestly just disappointing that we didn’t get those. it felt like they basically got rid of everything that didn’t have to do with alex and henry’s relationship which just made the movie feel very one dimensional and bland to me. the whole film just felt overall really lacking of what made me love the book so much in the first place.

now i am going to be a tad bit hateful when i say the pacing of this film is HORRENDOUS. it was so fast paced and really just did not flow at all like the he book did. a great example of this i think would be the bar scene. when i read that in the book, it felt like a really long and detailed scene, but in the movie it’s a short maybe 60 second long montage which honestly just does not do such an eventful moment from the book justice.

to be entirely honest i feel like the book would have done a lot more justice if it had gotten a tv show adaptation instead of a film. unfortunately movies have a time limit, and amazon made them cut the originally 3+ hour film down to 2 hours or less. with tv shows on the other hand, they can make multiple shorter episodes, resulting in a longer total running time, therefore giving much more time for the smaller details (listed above) that aren’t detrimental enough to the plot to keep in a limited 2 hour long maximum film, but important enough to be kept in a, for example, 8 episode long tv series, 30-45 mins per episode. it doesn’t make sense to me why it wasn’t a tv show in the first place, since it is produced by prime video, whose most popular thing rn is the summer i turned pretty, which is LITERALLY A BOOK TO TV SHOW ADAPTATION!!!!!

to put it simply, it is impossible to fit 10 hours worth of words into a 2 hour long movie, so i understand why they had to remove so many details, but as a diehard book fan it is still disappointing to not see little things like that portrayed on the big screen.

i think that the moral of the story is that books should never be made into movies and instead always be made into tv shows and we deserve the 3 hour uncut version and amazon hates gay people

thank you for coming to my ted talk

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Heavy Hearts Ch 3

Casey Novak x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. fyi: Casey's taglist is now above 50ppl, so I will be editing as I add to this post/other stories. if you get taken off it's likely that your url was spelled wrong, tumblr won't link it, you changed url's or simply you're not engaging with the work anymore. if you still want to be tagged, dm me to sort things out!

While you were getting ready you were incredibly thankful for the couple of coolers you had stashed in your dorm room to help you relax and unwind before meeting up with Casey. You didn’t go out or party much it just never appealed to you, even in college when everyone was running off to keggers and sorority nights you had minimal to no interest in behaving like an idiot, making out with a random in front of the entire party and definitely no desire to be puking in the bushes. You were sure some of that was due to your conditioning of proper appearances while growing up, despite having been introduced to wine, champagne and high end liquor early in your teenage years thanks to the prestigious family upbringing. You wanted to focus on school and making a name for yourself, especially one that wasn’t associated with your family name.

So tonight your C.D player ran through some of your favourites as you got ready, trying on a multitude of outfits until you found something that was absolutely perfect. You spent far too long on your hair and makeup, but again, didn’t want to disappoint. You were either on a sort of date with Casey tonight or had to prove that you could hold your own amongst her friend group, and both were incredibly important. With a loud swear you checked your clock, you needed to be downstairs in five, so what you’d accomplished by now would have to do. Making sure you had your ID, cash and keys shoved in pockets or cleavage, you shoved on some shoes and scurried down to the parking lot. There was no mistaking the car waiting for you, a loud playlist bumping through the night air, a squeal from Casey as the backdoor swung open,

“Oh my god you look amazing! Come on!”

It was clear you hadn’t been the only one pre-gaming tonight as Casey drug you into the backseat, barely giving you enough time to buckle up before the car peeled off through the streets. You were very quickly introduced to the rest of the group, sharing bright greetings, smiles and laughs, thankful that at least there was still some sense to be had, the driver assuring you she was sober and would remain so.

Things were in full swing by the time you got to the club, and when you did so, you noticed how everyone simply disappeared into the crowd, hell bent on their own agendas for the evening. And honestly, you weren’t complaining about being left alone with Casey, who turned to you with a wicked grin on that adorable face that nearly made your heart race.

“Drinks?” She offered nodding toward the bar.

“Please!” You laughed back, your cheeks heating at the way she grabbed your hand to lead you through the thick crowd until you arrived at the bar.

“Two vodka sodas!” She yelled over to the bartender who made them with a quick grin.

“How about some shots girls?” He asked and you laughed, glancing toward Casey and she prompted you to take the lead.

“Tequila!”

“I like the way you think!” He teased back, pouring out the shots, placing limes over the top of the glasses.

Casey took care of the first round before you could even blink, you swatted at her arm and insisted that next time was on you. Instead of protesting she simply picked up the tequila shot in a prompt to clink the glass with yours and down the liquor, so you did so, trying not to grimace at the way it burned down your throat. With a little shake of your head you laughed, passing the empty shot glasses back to the bar as you picked up your drinks, quickly sucking back at the alcohol.

The club was loud, coloured lights swaying through the space, strobing over the dance floor, music blasting through the entire bar. You were thankful that Casey didn’t instantly drag you out on the dance floor, the two of you staying off to the side as you surveyed the scene, occasionally remarking a thing or two to each other as you finished your drinks. Another round of drinks and shots, this time with a second shot option that was given on the house and you were nearly ready for action, starting to groove with the music, letting loose as you held your spots against the bar. As the alcohol coursed through your veins, warming your entire body, you were quick to find Casey tucking into the crook of your neck while she spoke so you could actually hear her, similarity, you’d pull her back to you, popping up on your toes to laugh a joke back into her ear. Finally the bartender slid another round of shots across the bar to the two of you on the house and with a million thank you’s you clinked your glasses together along with his before shooting them back.

Casey laughed softly when you grimaced at the taste of the liquor, pinching at your chin gently, pulling a playful scowl from you, “can’t handle your booze Vanderbilt?”

“Too fucking sweet.” You called back and she laughed once again.

The two of you picked up your fresh drinks and moved away from the bar, perching at a high top to survey the crowd and the vibe going on through the club while you finished your drinks. You found a couple of the friends you’d come with, two on the dance floor while the others were scattered around the space, drinking at the other bar or no doubt flirting with whomever they were talking to currently.

“Let’s go dance!” Casey nearly shrieked the alcohol soothing through her veins now, her confidence coming out, knowing that she could drag you out there.

With a little giggle you accepted the way her fingers linked within your own and she tugged you onto the dance floor. At first it was friendly, dancing with each other with laughs on your cheeks, enjoying the music, letting loose to the feeling. You let the music take over, smiles on your faces as you moved to the beat, jumping to the music and screaming along with the lyrics. Casey couldn’t help the way her hands found their way to your hips, guiding their movement closer to hers, testing the waters in the darkness of the club. To her surprise when the song became sultrier, you turned back in her arms, one of yours looping up behind her neck as your hips began to grind back against hers. She felt her breath catch in her throat, but didn’t stop, rocking her hips into you, tugging you tighter to her as your dancing became less movement and more grinding. Your head fell back against her shoulder, your free hand bringing hers tighter around you, nearly guiding it up your torso, daring her to cup your chest. Instead she took her chance, her lips tenderly meeting the burning skin of your neck, even over the music she felt you shudder, the low moan you let out vibrating through you. She pressed another kiss to your skin, her lips beginning to trail down your neck and her lips curved into a smirk when she felt your fingers tug into her hair. Her hands settled on your hips, nudging at you gently to turn you in her arms and you instinctively looped your arms around her shoulders, continuing to rock with the beat of the music. One of her arms wrapped around you, pulling you right to her, lips practically hovering over your own as you continued to dance. You couldn’t help but smirk, teasing her lightly as you leant in to speak into her ear,

“You getting shy on me now Novak?”

“Oh please!” She chuckled, the sound bringing goosebumps to your skin as you joined in on the laughter.

One of her hands came up, running along your cheek until it was cupping the back of your head, guiding your lips to hers until they met. There was the tiniest moment of hesitancy as you both relaxed into each other before your lips began to move with grace. You could feel the sparks flying through your body and surging straight into hers, dancing their way down into her stomach, both blooming the butterflies and soothing them in the same moment. The kiss deepened, Casey cautiously stepping backwards until the two of you were up against the wall in the corner of the dance floor instead of in the middle of it. There was fire behind the kiss, yet it was still so incredibly tender, the way Casey cupped your face, her thumb stroking across your skin ever so lightly, you weren’t sure if you’d ever felt this way while you kissed someone before, especially not during a first kiss. It was like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss Casey without even realizing it and you were finally getting your one in a million chance.

Casey’s tongue delved into your mouth and you let out a sigh into the kiss, your tongue moving in rhythm with hers as she pulled you tighter to her. Her entire body was alight with a low burning fire, desire coursing through her veins as pleasure clouded her thoughts, the music invading her only sense left as she let herself get lost in you. She’d been wanting to kiss you for a while now, especially since she found out you were likely interested though she hadn’t been sure what her intentions were going to be. She figured there was nothing wrong with a college fling, friends with benefits while you focussed on classes and making it through the semesters. But the moment she met your lips she felt the surge within her, her heart suddenly racing and she knew that this was something so much more than that, that this kiss was beginning of many, many more. She’d heard so many stories about laying eyes on ‘the one’, about how the world would stop spinning the moment the first kiss happened but she’d never believed it was an actual thing until now.

You were at the point where you were so deep in the kiss you never wanted it to stop, but you knew that oxygen was also a very important part of life. Breathlessly you pulled an inch away, the lights strobing over the two of you in the club and you glanced up at her, both of you panting, lips parted, Casey’s eyes hooded as she gazed down at you, a small smile on both of your cheeks before you finally spoke.

“Any chance you wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Casey grinned wickedly, ducking in to steal another kiss before her hand linked in yours and the two of you darted from the club in a small fit of laughter, hailing a cab back to campus.

You’d never been happier that your roommate was never home and you wouldn’t have to deal with potential interruptions as you and Casey barged through the door. It barely managed to get locked before hands were back roaming skin, tickling under hemlines, teasing to go further, leaving shivers in their paths. You let out a gasp into the kiss as her fingers pinched at your tits through your shirt before they sunk lower, tugging it off you and you shivered as her hands trailed over your bare skin.

Hands groped at each other, exploring the other person’s body while clothes were slowly dropped to the floor, Casey’s hands unclipped your bra, tossing it to the ground before you dropped onto the bed behind you and she let out a happy sigh of a laugh, eyes dragging over you.

“God you’re beautiful.”

“Stop.” You laughed, a flush taking over your cheeks and she shot you a wicked grin, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her own bra, letting it all fall off before she caged you to the bed, lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss. This one was deeper than the last, tongue delving into your mouth as her hands roamed your body. You moaned against her, your own hands grabbing at her ass, grinding her hips down against you and she whimpered into the kiss.

Every touch was full of sensitive fire, the way your fingers roamed over each other’s bodies, not leaving a single inch unexplored, the room filling with breathy moans and gasps. Both of you truly invested in making the other feel absolute and total pleasure, not wanting to waste a single opportunity while you had them here with you now. Fingers were replaced with mouths, alternating between the two and on each other until you had pulled peak after peak from each other. There was nothing but passion, adoration, attraction and heat pulsating through the room between your breaths until you were collapsed in the bed together, bodies shivering in aftershocks as you began to come down from your highs. There was absolutely no doubt in the world, or to either of you that this was exactly where you belonged, that this night had meant to happen. It wasn’t just by chance you’d ended up at the club together, it was a moment in your lives that some higher power had deemed destiny. Neither of you had ever experienced anything like it, your hearts fluttering in your chests, little laughs escaping your lips as you started to catch your breath. It was the blooming of an entirely new sensation neither of you had ever felt before and you knew it.

Casey laid on her back, her arm winding around you, pulling you to rest on her chest, her hand coming to play with her hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your eyes fluttered, doing their best to not fall asleep right away as your breathing started to regulate, feeling Casey’s heartbeat beginning to slow under your ear.

“I’m really glad you invited me out tonight.” You murmured, pressing a kiss into her skin.

“So am I.” She replied, her lips curving up into a smile as her hands ghosted over your body, “you want me to stay or…?”

“Stay. Please.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled again, kissing the top of you head and holding your tighter to her, finally letting her eyes shut, knowing you were happy and safe in her arms and she would be able to get a very decent night’s rest.

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @captaincravatthecapricious

How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

282,261 (woah...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mostly One Piece, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Encanto, Owl House and some others occasionally

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) - Encanto (

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us - Encanto

A Perfect Storm - One Piece

There were Rats in the Palace - Encanto

To the dark I said pour (and forgot to say when) - Rise of the TMNT

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I appreciate getting comments so so much and I wanna show that by responding

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a hard one cause four come to mind that are super angsty but ultimately I think it is Let the world come at you (Rottmnt). That one's just bleak

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess The devil throws stones at us (One Piece). That one was just a lot of fun and I got lots of comments about how funny the ending is so I'll take my readers word for it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did once but that was mostly funny. A single sentence, something like "This story is horse shit" for the second to last chapter of a 19 chapter fic which was like... Well, you read pretty far for it all to be horse shit, didn't you??

9. Do you write smut?

I haven't yet, but I really want to... 👀

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

I do occasionally and the craziest one is definitely by far my Rottmnt/Ghost Files crossover. Man, that was a real trip but also so much fun. I had a lot of fun writing the Ghoul Boys and their shenanigans!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been asked a few times but no one ever actually did it I think? Or they just never told me about it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I am certainly very open to the idea 👀

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Well ZoLu (One Piece) will probably always be number 1! I just love their dynamic so much, but not just romantic, also platonic. I'm actually much much more interested in platonic relationships! The team as family stuff. The straw hat pirates come to mind. Or the TMNT brothers being the best brothers. Platonic is my one true love!

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a Donatello angst fic that I have been writing on and off for what feels like an eternity. I have written myself into a corner somehow and I really hope I get myself out of that but I doubt I will any time soon...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write emotions and internal stuff a character is going through quite well. I have also been told quite a few times that my characterizations are spot on which is always nice to hear cause that's the most important thing for me

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Ugh don't get me started on fight scenes omg. When a lot of action is going on I have a hard time putting that stuff into words... I'm better at dialogue and feelings and stuff

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Well, if it's done well??? Sure why not. I have been guilty of using some Japanese (One Piece) or Spanish (Encanto) words in my works, never full sentences though

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

First published fic was Stargate Atlantis. First fic written in a notepad for my eyes only? xxxHolic.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

For Encanto obviously A Place for Crows, it's so special to me. For Rise of the TMNT I'd say Casey Jones' Gambit

For One Piece it's probably the latest one Til Salvation Breaks Through. I had a blast writing this one because it challenged me quite a bit and I could let loose a little bit

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Not gonna tag anyone, everyone who wants to take a trip down memory lane, be my guest!

#tag game #encanto #rottmnt #encanto fanfic #one piece #rottmnt fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #my pedro lives au #fanfiction #author things

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Miss Dork I've been a fan of your work since Crush Too Much & I'm reading Weak Spot religiously when it updates. Thanks so much for your hard work! Your love for the purple turtle is strong 💜🐢👍

I am now attempting to write my own Future Donnie x Reader. As you've inspired me a whole ton!

I know he's written differently in WS due to his backstory but you've written him closer to 'canon" in previous works.

Any tips on how to keep his character quirks from the show but write him a bit older/mature?

Thank you!

Ah thank you so much for sticking around!!! It warms my heart to know you enjoy both! I do love that purple turtle so very very much.

Ack! Thank you also for saying I've inspired you!! You get it writing your own! I'm so proud of you!

Tips, hm.... 🤔 I don't know how other people feel about it, but I consider Weak Spot to be more of a canon divergence fic that follows along canon with only minor tweaks affecting the overall outcome. Distilling it down to it's simplest points the changes are: Donnie was not found by Splinter after the lab explosion, Donnie arrives on the surface around the same time 'Mutant Mayhem' occurs for the other boys, the other boys don't meet him until 'Bug Busters,' then pretty much everything else happens in that timeline with the new set up.

That doesn't answer your question though!

Honestly, I just take experience from how me and my friends have grown. We're still the exact same people, we've only grown or as I like to think about it 'refined.' Taking me for example, I was a feral child. I was suspended in kindergarten for smashing a car window. I never saw a day of recess because I was in constant detention until 4-5th grade. Now that sounds terrible, but allow me to explain why. I smashed the car window attempting to entertain my friends. I came from a very poor elementary school where we had very little usable equipment, no funds for replacement, and bigger kids got first dibs. I would lead these created games for my friends as a way to make up for it because I hate for anyone to be bored.

Now you may not know me well because of the barrier of the internet and what I choose to show, but when you distill it down, that PERFECTLY sums me up as a person. I will bend over backwards to my own demise to be the cartoon character that entertains the ones I love. I still do that. I have never stopped because doing that makes me happy. I love making others happy.

So apply that to the boys, let's take Raph for example. Raph in the series is a teenager like the rest of them. He's not perfect; he's got low intelligence, but high wisdom and he's stressed himself out caring for his brothers. Now bad future changes the factors, so let's just say they continue along a good future for the sake of this discussion. How do those factors look as you grow? Eventually, and we see this at the end of the show/movie, he's beginning to learn to let go and trust that his brothers can take care of themselves. Where does that leave him? Logics sake says he's probably going to want to find himself outside of those parameters. What does he find? He could find that he misses being a caretaker and that is why you see many people in the fandom putting him in a caring role in the future (Casey's father figure, ect). He could also suffer as many oldest children do that were forced to take care of their siblings and become detached and seemingly uncaring. It's not that he doesn't care for others, but it will stunt him in future relationships because he's removed himself so far from having to care for others, to live for himself, that he'll be seen as selfish. On and on! We could keep coming up with scenarios.

I think what's most important when aging a character when you have no reference, is you get in your head why. If you're following canon, think about the story you're telling and how character would get from point A to point B. How do you see the characters in the future? Do you want Raph to run a flower shop? Then say he shifted and realized he liked caring for things, but it was too exhausting to deal with sentient beings. There's something calm and reassuring about how much hard work you can put into plants. They truly are a product of how much effort you put in! It's clean results with little worries other than things outside your control. He's also Raph though so I imagine he also stresses tf out when he sees signs of aphids or the like. Cue to him nearly destroying his own shop to eradicate some itty bitty bugs.

Whoops, but yeah.

tldr; You're always you. Even in the future. It just so happens that life shapes you. How did life shape who you want to write?

I hope any of that helped!

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10:30 / *5:27 / *9:14

This is the journal(ish) I've talked about before. Or, I'm going to be treating it as a journal. This is just my vent account though.

My main blog ( @sotogalmo ) will only reblog the most important posts, while the rest is going to stay on this blog.

Very “semi-personal” entries are going to be under the “read more”. I do advise for you to not interact with those posts if the tags trigger something (but I cannot fully stop you from reading my posts). — all of my posts are 'semi-personal' though. But some time I know I'll make some non-personal entries, some day.

I suggest you turn on the setting to see the day on my posts, since the time can be weird for others. But it's alright if you don't do that.

But do know, that my typing quirk is setting the time on top. If that bothers you, then I suggest you don't hang around here or my main blog(I do that there too).

Emojis: to explain why my posts are the way they are ↓

🕵️‍♂️🌂 -> Shuichi Saihara, DRV3

🌘🕵️‍♂️🕳️🧿 and 🟦🤖 -> Avoid/Detach Eye & Blue Robot.

⚡🔥 🐍👾-> Raph, TMNT12/TMNT:MM, Needlem0use & Nemesis/Surge

🔮🩹 -> Casey Jr, ROTTMNT: Movie

🫧🩺 -> Gaster mixed with rise Leo?

👁️‍🗨️⛳🧩 -> Tony Becker: GGY FNAF

🐕‍🦺🐕⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌕 -> Servant.

🕷️🌸🦚💞💞 -> Voice of the Smitten & Angel Dust(ish)

🍝🍊 -> THE GREAT PAPYRUS!

🧸🌀 -> CC

Shuichi: remembering, finding out, piano music & stars. Justice seeking and friendship.

Avoid/Robot: detachment, wanting to be detached from a situation/feeling detached from a situation. Feeling robotic or even sounding robotic/too formal. Only when talking about trauma(or just anything serious)

Raph/Needlem0use/Nemesis/Surge: my anger part. Quite obviously and is most present almost all of the time. Many faces for that part but you get the idea

Casey: family issues part. Finding comfort in ROTTMNT/how families are portrayed in ROTTMNT.

🩺🫧: mentality, “fascinating”, “oh! my apologies!”, old timey quotes(??), fancy talk part

Tony: Casey & Shuichi mix. Tony is all about how families work and how friendships work. Mainly will be talking about siblings and what I have left of them in my mind

Servant: how I act in school/me just following rules

Smitten & Angel Dust: love, desires, relationships(romantic), sexual & emotional intimacy part of myself. Also sin, since that connects very much to desires (for me). Validation as well

PAPYRUS: only(maybe?) in all caps. Bravery, autism autisming. General excitement!! Very expressive part of me

CC: little me/me feeling little. Mainly just gonna be emojis of plushies or talk of toys. Ig (if something so serious happens and I regress into them)

I separate a lot of my feelings to be their own characters. And then those characters would be then influenced by other characters. And then they just become different parts of me.

#audrey/kellie's rambles #all is semi-personal so if you hate that. you can leave #sotogalmo will only reblog important posts #just a place where i can write about my emotions and all #⚡🔥🐍👾#🕵️‍♂️🌂#🌘🕵️‍♂️🕳️🧿#🔮🩹#🫧🩺#👁️‍🗨️⛳🧩#🐕‍🦺🐕⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌕#🍝🍊#🧸🌀#🟦🤖

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pippin-katz · 9 months

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RWRB Essay Part Six: Keeping It Light

Word Count: 719

I've definitely seen some people upset that the leak wasn't played as big of a deal as it was in the book. I think this change is tied to the role of Miguel filling in for Richards, and I believe it's intentionally not as intense as the book.

They have made it clear that the movie's goal is lift people's spirits, to give them hope and courage for the future, to make them feel seen, and bring joy.

The side plot of Ellen's competitor legitimately stalking her son and setting him up is fucking horrible to say in the least. That part of the book is the heaviest of the despair and public humiliation that hits them.

While it's important to the plot that the emails get leaked, I think Matthew made a point of skipping around it a little because it would've brought the entire tone of the movie down to a truly depressing state. It's heartbreaking to read, and probably would've been absolutely devastating to watch, and while there's angst, Alex and Henry's story is meant to be a happy one, an inspiring one. They would not have had the time to properly engage with that level of angst and then get out of it without the viewer getting whiplash.

I think that's probably also why the conversation with the king was far shorter than the conversation with the queen in the book. With the goal being to make people happy, spending too long on the seriously negative parts of the narrative would have been problematic and counterproductive. Like I said in part two of this essay, Casey had all the time in the world to set that up and drop that bomb on the reader, and then all the time in the world to get Alex and Henry to climb out of the hole they'd fallen into.

The movie doesn't remove all the angst and heartbreak, but it does its best not to pull the viewer out of the fantasy. When something on screen hits too close to reality, when it's not supposed to, it can ruin the movie experience.

I just watched Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade the other day, and legitimately had myself yanked painfully back into reality with the Nazi scenes, specifically the book burning one. That movie takes place in the past, the idea being that things aren't like that anymore, but with the way things have been going in America, and specifically in the state of Florida, where I live, it was too much. It used to be ridiculous to watch historical fiction where Nazi's hung swastikas everywhere and burned books, but now I see pictures of modern day swastikas being worn and flown and it crushed me. I couldn't enjoy the rest of the movie, despite it obviously being a piece of action/historical fiction about the Holy Grail, not actually about WWII.

I think it's also why they removed the Luna and Richards plotline, because an older Republican politician using their position to take advantage of young girls and boys is very, very dark. It's too close to what we hear coming out of the news every day.

I can also see this being the reason they decided to keep Ellen and Oscar together in this version. The book has the time to go into how their divorce both negatively and positively effected their family dynamic.

I saw someone complaining that Oscar talking about his and Ellen's relationship being a risk didn't work because they were still together, and the conversation in the book is to make Alex realize that it's worth it even if it doesn't work.

Yes, that's the point in the book. That is not the goal in the movie.

Again, they wanted this to be a fantasy romance that uplifted everyone. Approaching that decision with the more pessimistic idea that they probably wouldn't work paints a different mood than the hope his parents being together gives Alex for him and Henry. These are two entirely different approaches! It's intentional!

If Red, White, & Royal Blue had done more with those parts of the book, it very likely would have pulled the viewer out of the immersion and remind them of the depressing realities of real life, which is not the goal.

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