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sophielovesbooks · 5 months

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Finished reading "The Rachel Incident" today. I absolutely loved it. Highly recommend for fans of Sally Rooney.

Then I started reading The Magpie Society but now sadly suspect that this book may be... quite bad?

I always feel so guilty rereading books when I have so many unread ones on my shelves (many of them gifted to me), but I really, really want to reread Night Film right now. Should I?

#night film #marisha pessl #the rachel incident #books #booklr #sophie loves books #truly <3

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books-and-cookies · 5 months

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5 SECOND REVIEW

#books #booklr #bookblr #book review #night film #marisha pessl #mary says stuff about

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amazingmsme · 9 months

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3E? 🤨

Sorry this took forever, I was trying to finish my spiderverse fic while there was still hype lol. But this one was so much fun & it gave me the perfect excuse to write a self indulgent fic for the book I finished earlier this year, aka Night Film

(For those who don’t know, this was in regards to an obscure media ask game) So without further ado, here’s a quick lil fic for my new favorite trio!

Wet Blanket Attitude

Nora was already showered and in her pajamas by the time they made it back to Scot's town house. He offered Hopper a fresh change of clothes and he stripped right there in the living room, slipping on the baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Scott shook his head and chuckled fondly as he made his way to the bathroom, following Hopper's lead and stripping down the hall before turning into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Even though the hot shower was exactly what he needed, he was exhausted and didn't want to stand any longer. He exited in less than 10 minutes, fully dressed in plaid pajama pants and an old graphic tee he got in high school that had really seen better days. Holes dotted the entirety of the shirt, allowing pale skin to peak through. He collapsed on the couch, sandwiched between the two goons he somehow came to adopt.

"Okay old man? You look tired," Hopper spoke up on his right. Scot turned to give him a severely unamused glare.

"Yeah Hop. I am tired. Exhausted in fact," he snapped. "Maybe next time don't leave your partner in the dust."

"Maybe next time you should keep up," he quipped back, cocky smirk and all. Scot rolled his eyes with a huff, sinking deeper into the cushions.

"Just shut up. What are we watching anyway?" he asked, pointing at the tv, the only light source in the dark room.

"I dunno, just some crap Nora turned on."

"Hey! It is not crap!" she interjected, defensive over her choice of shows. "It's Little Shop of Horrors!"

"A musical? After what I just went through? Absolutely not, you might as well just shoot me," Scot grumbled, snatching the remote straight out of her hand. She made a noise of complaint as it was ripped from her grasp. "What gives?"

"My house, my tv, I decide what we watch," Scot sassed, searching through the channel guide until he found something suitable, settling on reruns of King of the Hill. He relaxed as he listened to Dale's classic paranoid ranting and shivered slightly as a chill ran through his body.

He looked to his left when he felt a hand tap his shoulder and saw Nora holding up the edge of her blanket. "You cold?"

Scot shook his head and turned his attention back to the tv. "No thanks, I'm fine."

"But you look cold! Doesn't he look cold?" Nora asked Hopper for backup. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, not really wanting to look away from the screen.

"Uh, sure," he agreed, because it was just easier to just go with whatever Nora was saying than trying to argue.

"I think the doctor's prescribing you a dose of my body heat," she said matter of factly. Scot furrowed his brows, but before he could question her, the blanket was thrown over him and she was pressed against his side. Scot let out a long, suffering sigh but let it happen, too tired to push her away. Besides, that would've been rude.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought! Quick Hop, I think he needs a double dose!"

Hopper's lips quirked up in an amused smirk. He pressed the back of his hand to Scot's forehead and decided to play along. "You're right, he's freezing!"

"You two are ridiculous," he said, barely holding back a chuckle.

Nora scoffed, "Someone has to be." Scot looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you got a stick up your ass. You take things too seriously," Hopper chided in, still staring at the screen.

"Because this is a serious investigation!" he defended himself. "And I'd appreciate it if you two buckled down and treated it as such," he scolded.

"Hey, I'm the one who found the list of guest names! Which, you're welcome by the way," Hopper sassed.

"The polite thing to do would be to say thank you," Nora prompted. Scot merely scoffed in amusement.

"For what? Being a smart ass?"

"Okay, now you're being one," Hopper said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I think someone just lost their blanket privileges," he said matter of factly, yanking the blanket off of Scot, and consequently, Nora.

He tried to hide the shiver that coursed through his body when the cold air hit his skin. Nora lunged across his lap to try and wrestle the blanket back. "Hey, you can't punish me too!"

"Maybe you should sit in the middle then," Scot suggested.

"No way, everyone knows the sides are the best part of the couch!" she argued.

In their playful tussle, Nora happened to accidentally squeeze Hopper's thigh. He jerked away and barked out a laugh, hand flying up to cover his mouth. Nora's eyes lit up with mischief.

"Give me the blanket and I might go easy on you," she bargained.

Hopper glared at her and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. "Do your worst."

Nora didn't need to be told twice, immediately setting to work and going for his side. He twisted and bent over in an attempt to dislodge her hands, but her fingers already poked and prodded anywhere she could reach.

In the short time they'd known each other, neither Scot nor Nora had even heard him laugh. So it came as a shock to see him curl in a ball, hiding his face in the soft blanket. His long legs kicked out and flailed as Nora's hands slipped inside his fuzzy shield and skittered over his belly.

Hopper was leaning against Scot's shoulder, laughing loudly right by his ear. Maybe if he wasn't so tired, he'd let it slide; after all, the kid could stand to lighten up, but this was too much noise for Scot's liking. Not to mention Nora was laying across his lap in order to reach her giggly victim. So Scot was quite literally trapped in the middle of a tickle fight with no foreseeable escape... If he wasn't careful, this could end badly.

"It's pretty late and we all had a rough day, so I think I'm gonna head off to bed," he spoke up above the loud laughter as he tried to worm his way out of the prison he found himself in. "Just try to laugh a little quieter," he teased Hopper, shooting him a wink.

"What? No, you can't leave!" Nora protested. "C'mon, just stay 'til the end of this episode!" she pleaded, not letting him get up from the couch.

He looked up in disbelief. "Nora, the episode just started," he said in a deadpan tone. She giggled, but not as much as Hopper was from her nails skittering over his neck.

"So? It gives us the perfect amount of time!" she chirped. Scot narrowed his eyes, giving her a skeptical look.

"To do what?" he dared to ask.

"To do this!" she exclaimed, catching him completely off guard by tickling up his ribs. He choked out a laugh before he could stop himself, his entire body going tense.

“N-Noraha! What’re you-“

“Tickle fight! Duh!” she mocked, hands never ceasing their work. Scot thrashed and tried to crawl off the couch, only for her to grab his ankle and pull him back.

“Nohoho! It’s too lahahate for thihihis!” he protested through his laughter. He snorted rather loudly when she dug under his arms to tickle his pits, turning bright red from embarrassment.

“Aww that’s so cute! I didn’t know you snort when you laugh!” she cooed. Scot yanked the blanket from Hopper’s lap to hide his blushing face and hopefully muffle his giggle fit. Nora had no trouble skittering about his torso, looking to Hopper for help. “Aren’t you gonna help? I mean, this opportunity doesn’t come along every day.”

Hopper’s amused smirk quickly morphed into a downright sinister grin as he made a show of cracking his knuckles. Scot shook his head, but the endless stream of laughter spilling from his lips did nothing to deter him.

“Well then, I’d be an idiot to pass up on something like this,” he teased, grabbing his legs in a headlock. Scot’s eyes widened and his thrashing doubled.

“No! Cohome on guys, l-let’s just gohoho to bed! W-we ahahall had aha long dahahay!” he tried reasoning with them.

“Yeah, and this is a great way to unwind! I mean, just imagine how happy and relaxed you’ll be when we get through! Think of it like therapy,” Nora rambled on, playfully pinching up and down his sides.

“Thihihis ihis nowhere near theheherapy!” Scot argued, but the wide smile on his face said otherwise. He’d never admit it, especially not to them, but it kinda felt good to laugh so much after an absolute shit day.

But then Hopper started scratching underneath his toes, and Scot immediately vetoed that fleeting thought.

Of course they didn’t plan on tickling him for the entire duration of the episode, only for about halfway through. (Which was still too long in Scot’s opinion.)

As soon as they granted mercy and let him go, he flopped against the back of the couch, face still pink and panting for breath.

“You two are downright cruel. Never do that again,” he ordered.

“Nah, I think it should be a regular thing. Doctor’s orders to cure that wet blanket attitude of yours,” Nora teased, looking rather smug. Scot groaned.

“I’m not even a wet blanket. If anyone here classified as one it’s Ponyboy over there,” he said, weakly gesturing to Hopper.

“Huh?” he asked, looking just as clueless as Nora.

“The Outsiders? Stay gold, Ponyboy?” he questioned, waiting for the reference to click. When it didn’t, he sighed and sat up.

“They don’t make you kids read any good books in school these days,” he complained, mostly to himself. He finally stood up and stretched, his back popping loudly.

“And just because I’m heading off to bed now doesn’t mean I’ll let you off the hook for that little stunt. I’ll cash in my revenge tomorrow, so beware,” he warned, already walking down the hall to his room.

The two watched him leave, sitting in silence until Nora spoke up.

“You think he’ll actually do it?”

“Nah. He’s all bark, no bite. We got nothin’ to worry about,” Hopper insisted.

Oh how wrong they were.

#asks #tickletastic #obscure media prompts #obscure media #night film #scot mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!hopper #ticklish!scot #is this ooc?#idk you’ll just have to actually read the book to find out

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tr3x33 · 1 year

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Film: Agfa 200 ISO Camera: Canon A-1 Lens: Canon FD 50mm 1:1.8 Saint-Petersburg, April '22

#night photography #35mm flim #black and white #analog photography #canon a1 #night city #night film #night lights #i still shoot film #film is not dead #film photography

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wideeyedreader · 1 year

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Recently Read: Night Film by Marisha Pessl

4.25 stars!

#night film #marisha pessl #books #just finished #bookblogger #book blog #bookblr #booklr #book photography

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nitefilm · 1 year

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thinking abt night film today but when am i not

#night film #night film marisha pessl #book quote #bookblr

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dream-thief-forever-amen · 1 year

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Creepy mansions are one of my all time favorite tropes - add to that underground film makers, secret rituals in the woods, washed up celebrities, and piano prodigies... and you’ve got me all in, Night Film by Marisha Pessl.

you got me completely.

#marisha pessl #night film

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buniyaad · 1 year

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love it when a protag who claims he had nothing to lose absolutely DOES have a lot to lose, but cannot see what and how much of it can be lost due to his greed, need for vengeance, and overall hubris, and oh oh i LOVE it when the villain flips it all on its ass for them, and then the protag’s weeping WHY MEEEE and it’s like, my brother in christ, YOU doomed YOURSELF, the narrative merely watched you head towards your own downfall, oooh the hubris of it all, the hubris!!!

#marisha pessl #night film #what a book #riveting #real talk #book hoe

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freshlybrewedbookreviews · 2 years

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One rarely had to worry about follow-throughs, follow-ups, follow the leaders, or any kind of consistency in people due to no machinations of one’s own but the sheer force of living here. New York hit its residents daily like a great debilitating deluge and only the strongest—the ones with Spartacus-styled will—had the strength to stay not just afloat but on course. This pertained to work as much as it did to personal lives. Most people ended up, after only a couple of months, far, far away from where they’d intended to go, stuck in some barbed underbrush of a quagmire when they’d meant to head straight to the ocean.

Marisha Pessl (Night Film)

#Night Film #Marisha Pessl

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sophielovesbooks · 2 years

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Alright, friends, it's almost October and although I probably shouldn't buy any more books (said with an uncomfortable glance at shelves upon shelves of unread ones) I am so in the mood for something spooky!! Past faves have been:

Night Film by Marisha Pessl (adore! Might need a reread)

Rules for Vanishing by Kate Alice Marshall (sooo much scarier than expected, I mean wow! This was YA? How??)

Harrow Lake by Kat Ellis (really fun and just the right amount of scary)

I am looking for something scary, yet not terribly disturbing, I'd say. The other day I rewatched Shutter Island (which I loved as a teenager) and am embarrassed to say that that felt like too much somehow? But then again, films might be different from books, Idk.

Does anybody have any recs? @books-and-cookies @sleepyreads @just0nemorepage @appleinducedsleep @whilereadingandwalking @miss-nerd-alert I don't know if you all like scary reads, but as some of the book people on here who I could think of right now, maybe you have ideas? Also @hrimceald? <3

#booklr #reading #books #october #scary reads #horror #spooktober #book people #night film #rules for vanishing #harrow lake

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ghostofchaos-past · 6 months

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so the fnaf movie huh

#fnaf #fnaf movie #matpat #film theory #game theory #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie spoilers

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staff · 5 months

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Tumblr Tuesday: HOW many nights??

Well, the Five Nights at Freddy's movie has been out for two and a half weeks, and you're all showing no signs of calming down about it. And why should you? Whether you've seen the film already or you're still psyching yourself up for it, please enjoy this (to longtime fans of the game at least) largely spoiler-free FNAF art. Thank you, as always, to all Artists on Tumblr whom we're so lucky to witness creating art for each and every one of our blorbos. Even the purple ones.

@antlergrave:

@wr0wn:

@lepitorus:

@ladylylla:

@avolan-istair:

@ashiiuou:

@chipistrate:

@shippaiikaeru:

@aresonist:

@doodledorky:

#tumblr tuesday #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf spoilers #fnaf 2023 #fnaf movie spoilers #fanart #artists on tumblr #fnaf film #long post

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amazingmsme · 2 years

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What A Prize

AN: And so the self indulgent fics begin. This is for the book I’m currently reading, Night Film. I know I’m probably the only person who cares about it but hopefully someone finds enjoyment in it too. Here’s tickletober day 4: reward.

Scott McGrath was a lone wolf. Always has been, or so he told himself. He was convinced he did his best work alone, that these kids would throw off his groove and grind things to a hault. Surprisingly, he found himself grateful for the extra help on the case. He'd never tell them that, not in a million years. Hopper would at least be cool and dismissive about it, maybe even smirk. It was Nora that couldn't know he now welcomed the extra sets of hands. Still, despite the ease their help provided, he found it could border on grating.

Hopper had been endlessly munching a bag of chips, obnoxious crunching breaking through the silence. He'd occassionally brush the crumbs off of his shirt and onto Scott's couch and the carpet below. Nora kept humming some annoying pop song they heard in the car and clacked her nails on the table in time with the beat. Scott had stopped sifting through the files he had on Ashley and instead glared between the two of them. Hopper must've felt his gaze on him because he looked up, catching his eyes. His brows furrowed as he threw up a questioning hand.

"The hell did I do?" he snapped, calling him out. Scott immediately turned away, but the damage had been done. Nora's head shot up and she looked from one to the other and back again.

"What?" she asked, her voice breathy in a panicky sort of way. Scott opened his mouth to defend himself, but Hopper beat him to the punch.

"He's glaring at us like we kicked his puppy or something," he accused. Scott and Nora answered in unison.

"Did not."

"He what?" she screeched, head snapping to look at him. The look on her face admittedly made him feel a little guilty.

"Don't listen to him, he's exaggerating. Don't even have a dog," he added under his breath.

"But he's right. You look, like, really mean right now," Nora said, nodding vigorously. Scott felt more hurt by this than he thought he would. He crossed his arms, opening a folder with a huff.

"C'mon old man, why were you giving me that look?" Hopper pressed. Scott didn't look at him as he answered, "You're getting crumbs everywhere. And your smacking is obnoxious." He might as well be upfront since he's asking.

"I'm smacking?" he repeated, making a deliberate effort to chew quietly as he spoke.

"Yes. It's annoying," Scott deadpanned, but he didn't bother to hide his smirk. Nora gasped.

"Scott! That's rude, don't you think?" she chastised, not so subtly gesturing with her head towards Hopper. He stopped mid chew, looking between them cluelessly. Scott looked him over and panned over to Nora.

"Yeah, he seems real torn up about my comment," he snarked, snickering to himself. Her jaw hung open in shock.

"You are such a grouch!"

"Oh yeah, I'm the grouchiest person in the world," he rolled his eyes, reaching for his coffee and taking a sip. Nora shared a look with Hopper, a sly grin forming on the blonde's face.

"Psh, I'm way grouchier than you old man," Hopper scoffed. Scott glared at him again. "You don't have to keep calling me that, kid."

"No, I think he's right Hop. He's the number one grouch. I think... he should get a prize," she proudly proposed. Scott arched a brow, placing the file back down.

"Thank you, I'm flattered," he played along, curious where she planned to go with this. "So what do I win?"

"You get an all expense paid visit from... the tickle monster!" she exclaimed happily, wiggling her fingers in the air. Scott's eyes widened and he quickly moved to set his coffee down.

"No. Nora- Nora listen to me!" he scolded, but she continued to advance. They now had Hopper's full attention, and he was deeply enthralled with the unfolding scene. Scott launched himself away from his desk, sailing across the wood floor on his trusty rolling chair. He gave another push with his legs to gain speed.

Until Hopper, cocky son of a bitch, stuck his leg out right as he zoomed past the couch, jerking the chair to a halt. It dumped him onto the ground before landing next to him.

"Thanks Hop!" Nora chirped as she skipped over. Scott moved to scramble away, but the young man who'd been lounging on his couch mere seconds ago snatched his hands by the wrist, holding them above his head.

"Hell no, she doesn't need any more help!" Scott cried, legs flailing around. That made Nora chuckle.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna claim your prize?" she asked, sitting down beside him. Scott twisted his body away and kicked at her. She grinned mischievously and grabbed his leg. In a horrifying moment, they locked eyes and he knew his fate was sealed.

Since his shoes were on and she didn't want to go through the hassle of taking them off, she started elsewhere. She squeezed up his calf and he went completely stiff, biting his lip to stifle his giggles.

"C'mon Scott, I know you wanna laugh. I can see it on your face," she taunted, scratching behind his knee. He spasmed with a muffled grunt, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smile.

Her nails scratching against the softly worn denim of his jeans created a downright insufferable sensation. He snorted and tried to hide his increasingly red face behind his outstretched arms. Hopper chuckled and joined in the fun, tickling his exposed underarm. He barked out a laugh, tugging on his arms. The dam had cracked, and a flood of laughter was imminent.

Nora began tickling the backs of both his knees, and he was done for. Scott was lost in a sea of bubbly giggles and humiliating snorts. He was either going to die or kill them. Probably the former.

"Congratulations! Tell us Scott; what's it like being picked for such an esteemed award?" she asked, using one hand to pretend to hold a fake microphone. And yet she was still turning him into an incoherent mess. She raked her nails down the back of his left knee and he squealed, jerking back against the couch. Hopper took the opportunity and squeezed down his ribs, bringing forth a bout of deep belly laughs. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her theatrics, glad he was on her side.

"Hohohorrible!" he answered, because he'd be damned if she tried to claim he didn't hate this. Because he did.

"Aw don't you like your prize?" she asked teasingly, reaching up to sccribble over his tummy, which made him fold in on himself like a lawn chair.

"Nohoho! Ihihit's ahaha bahad prihihize!" he cried falling to his side on the ground. Hopper released his grip and gave a hardy pat to the panting man's shoulder. Nora giggled, slowing her fingers to a stop.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a grouch, the tickle monster won't have to pay you any more visits," she chirped, pinching at his hip. He jerked away with a startled laugh, a groan immediately following.

"Ugh, don't say that. And don't do that again."

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #scott mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!scott #day 4: reward

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