#also frank from donnie darko

[zouisalmightie]

SHE!!!!

I JUST GOT TO SEE THEE CAPTAIN AMERICAN SHILED IM LOSING MY FREAKING MIND IT WAS SO COOL!!!

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Donnie Darko Hcs

A/n: I finally came around to watching Donnie Darko while I was styling my hair this morning. It was so good and omgg HIS CHARACTER!!! Love it 💜 What he voices in where he rebels against authority resonates with me in the most honest and straight up sense, it's crazy.

CW: Characterizing of psychosis without research (I am in no way claiming this is how individuals who suffer some psychosis or with schizophrenic symptoms act or feel like. This is simply a work of fiction and how I see Donnie's mental state affect the scenario), Donnie is actually very tame here except for his obvious criminal record and acts of violence, and YALL HES A MENTALLY ILL TEENAGE BOY so he's a lowkey soft okay. Y'all see him with Gretchen? So caring and passionate ugh, love him sm. <33 I try to write as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that leads to really soft yans and I kind of doubt my writing. Despite that. I like to think that not all yanderes need to be possessive killing machines in order to fit into the troupe. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with obsession, and so I think I did decently with this one lol.

Proof read a few times, so sorry for wordy/run on sentences and possible wonky grammar.

I feel like Donnie is very observant and patient with his darling. He's quite analytical for a teenage boy which leads him to take time to consider the variables that weigh within your possible relationship.

Donnie is still an awkward kid, so dont be surprised when you accidentally find him staring at you for a considerable period of time in class. In school, he doesn't approach you, seeing as the setting is already suffocating enough. He'd try to catch you after school or when you two have a little bit of privacy.

He's kinda shy and clumsy at first glance--- too talkative in his speech and self-aware of his minor fuck ups. Over time, he'll be more open to what he wants with you. Donnie might not really understand how to handle love and all of its complexities, but hell try really hard to make it work.

Yeah, y'all saw how fast he dived in for that kiss in the film?... Embarrassing, but it's true that he's quite excited to show his affection for you. He'll be "so chill with it," and he is to an extent--- not too clingy at all--- but when he's around he gives you guard dog privileges. Stays at your side and defends you from any brain rotting comments made from the guys around the neighborhood. Donnie isn't much of a fighter, but he's damn well capable of planning and executing a crime if it calls for it. One count of arson, another unaccounted for, severe property damage, and murder? Don't doubt it for one second that he won't consider further acts in the future to come.

His psychosis affects him directly when it comes to you--- as it also does with most things. He already feels so shitty with how things are going in his life, Frank voicing the many thoughts he has about you day to day stresses him further. Sometimes Donnie is scared Frank will convince him to hurt you as the countdown progresses. Despite that fear, he can't keep away from you.

This distress causes Donnie to rebel more often. As he spirals down the rabbit hole Frank keeps digging for him, the anxiety that follows with what will happen to you once the world ends lingers late at night in his bed.

Donnie's main love language is quality time. He walks with you from school and chills with you pretty much wherever. He's pretty book-smart, so he'll pitch in with your projects and homework assignments. His parents don't really seem like they care what he does most of the time, so if he's given the chance, he'll crash at your place for a few before they think he's off sleepwalking or some shit.

Donnie already knows he's slipping off the rails, placebo medication or not, Frank stays to stir the pot. He's almost scared, scared to death that you'll think he's an insane lunatic and he'll scare you off. But at the same time, why be scared if it's the truth? He has evidence, the book, and his own visions. That anxiety doesn't go away when he rambles on about the six-foot-tall bunny rabbit and how that thing has led him to the method of time travel.

You're just left there dumb founded as he stares on at you with that deadpanned look. Too late to back out now. World's ending and you don't got a boyfriend. Well, you got Donnie... and Frank's there too sometimes, but either way, you're all each other's got. You don't want to be alone do you? Donnie knows he doesn't.

He trusts you more than anyone else. Yeah he's on meds, and sure he's loony, but everyone knows that already; not that they seemed to care too much anyway. He feels like he can just exist with you around. All that pent up frustration with the looming guilt of his actions festering inside can be washed out like waves on a cold shore. Of course, it's not a cure-all, but it's damn nice compared to the bone headed friends he got and the tense dinner table back at home.

He has scratch paper in his drawers that are just filled with messy sketches of you. Not sure if he'd be the type to use sketchbooks, but he is pretty organized in his own room. Donnie just finds you so easy and beautiful to draw. Art block has nothing on this boy. He hates it when his sisters barge into his room and see any unfinished piece of you lying around. They tease him so bad about it, he wishes they'd just leave him alone.

"Ooo, is this the girl you're always wasting your time with?"

"No, gimme it. It's none of your business, and get out of my room."

"Geez, fine. Not like that's the freakiest thing you got in here anyway."

Donnie wouldn't be the extreme stalking type, but if he caught a glance of you, he wouldn't be able to look away. He'd also take into account what your daily patterns are as well as your likes and dislikes. He notices your little habits like if you constantly apply too much pressure to your mechanical pencil, making your lead break. He's always have had a passive opinion on the school uniform, but you made it look good, great even. Donnie likes it even more seeing you in street wear. He takes note on your style and even thinks of taking some inspiration from it to feel closer to you.

He's sensitive in places a teenager would be in most. He's irritable and closed off much of the time, even to you if it gets bad enough. Of course, it's not your fault usually. It only makes sense to be defensive in the case of anything he may perceive as a threat, even if that means any possibility of you breaking his heart.

Donnie may be a bit shy in his advances, but what he isn't is hesitant. He's quite bold in his thoughts and feelings. While he is afraid of your judgement in particular, he doesn't mind doing many things in front of you. Your collar is crooked, so let him just fix it up real quick. Talk about something that's got him thinking? He's letting his thoughts pour out like it's happy hour. He sees no issue in doing what he wants to, so if you're feeling unsure or nervous about something, he'll be the one to do it for you. Not many questions asked unless it's got his serious attention.

Kisses are passionate and deep. (Tbh when I first watched the movie I was like, "DAMN dont eat her face- shit.") I dont know if Donnie has had previous experience or not, but he's definitely got the enthusiasm. He tries to match your rhythm if you seem to have trouble following. Not too much tongue, but best believe he's devouring your lips like it's the last 6 hours in the universe. His hands are roaming around your body, feeling the dips and curves so cautiously because Jesus, you're just rocking his fucking world. If you tell him to slow down, he will. Donnie never wants to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to.

Words of affirmation aren't really a thing for him. If he says something to you, it was probably on his mind anyway. If you say "I love you" to him, he'd be almost stunned but wouldn't have a problem reciprocating that energy. He just felt like that connection between you two was already clear enough. No need to say it so directly. Although, it's nice. He really loves and cares for you. Would take a bullet for you--- cross his heart till he dies, all that sappy shit.

If you reject him, let's just say Frank and Donnie will be speaking more often. It pushes him off the edge. Frank isn't in Donnie's head just to do evil shit, but it's not like his presence doesn't perpetuate Donnie's behavior further. He wouldn't go on a killing spree or anything excessively violent like that. He'd be hyper-focused on the time travel aspect of his situation and become more forceful in his methods. He'd demand answers to make sense of all of it. To cope with the fact you didn't want him like how he needed you. Why didn't you like him enough? What didn't he do? Actually, what did he do? His mind feels like its on the brink of breaking as he tries to rationalize all the negativity in his life. He's already done too much, his world feels like it's collapsing in on itself before the actual day could even come. You were a majority of that world, and now it's just broken.

Donnie is so distraught and confused about his adolescent experiences, he almost doesn't know what to do. The only thing to do from then on is to focus on the countdown. Time travel, and how to fix it all. Otherwise, not only would he be left alone, but you would be too. Donnie wouldn't want that for you, not ever. Even with all the pain and frustration stowed away inside his still beating heart, he would never wish to hurt you; one of the only people on Earth who didn't suck so much as everyone else did.

[sleeepy-sim]

Is this where your do requests? 😭 I’m not too sure- but I was hoping you could do a Donnie Darko fic? Make it as nasty as you can! But I’m thinking about completely going away from the main plot of the movie and making Donnie a serial killer? Like obsessed with the reader too :)

I love this one!! AHHHHH!! Okay

CW: Creepy Donnie, stalker, kinda innocent reader? could be seen as both innocent and non, he's obsessed, mention of murder, somnophilia, home boy goes down on you, let me know if there is anything else.

Might make into a part two. Also something is going on with my requests, let me fix it guys

Donnie Darko has known you since you two were kids. With growing up together, being neighbors, and somehow always being in the same classes - it was bound for you two to be best friends. 

Though, Donnie seems to know more about you then you know about him. For, you don’t know he sneaks in your room, you don’t know he enjoys watching you, you don’t know he kills little immature boys who think they have a chance.

You think Donnie is your sweet, sarcastic, funny best friend. Which, he is - duh. But as people say, ‘it's not always what meets the eye.’ For he enjoys nothing - unless you touched, breathed around it or liked it.

Donnie Darko’s world revolves around you. He eats, he thinks of you. He watches TV, he thinks of you. He showers, he definitely thinks of you. What does he think of you? Oh, he wrote about it, about how tight your sweet cunt would be. About how sweet you would taste. He’s already gotten a little taste from your sweet little painties he took - that's not enough. 

He also paints you. He’s seen you, don’t be fooled. He’s seen you strip naked, he’s seen you touch yourself. When his therapist asked if he “still thinks about girls a lot?” He couldn’t help but put his hands in his pants, just thinking about you.

He could tell when his obsession with you went deeper than it has ever been. He could feel you in his bones, his blood stream. He would do anything for you. He would has killed for you. If you ask for it, done. If not, just sit back, Donnie will take care of his girl. 

Tonight was an amazing night for Donnie. Tonight, he was killing a little boy who had been taking your attention away from him. All’s fair in the game of love, yes? 

He waited for this Devin, to come out of his house, waiting right outside his door, behind something of course he’s not dumb. Donnie adjusted his mask, licking his lips as he heard this scumbags footsteps. 

As Devin came outside, turning around to lock his door. Donnie pounced, wrapping his arm around his neck, shoving the cloth full of drugs into the guy's face.

. . . 

He came over, knocking on your window, a fake sad expression on his face. He told you ‘Frank wouldn’t leave him alone.’ Of course you being you, felt bad and let him, saying he could stay the night. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He swallowed thickly as you laid your head down on his chest, your arm wrapped around his side. He could smell your hair, your perfume. He smiled down at you, shifting his hips as he tried to relieve the pressure of his aching cock. 

Donnie sighs, a big grin on his face. He had just got done disposing of that littler vermin, but that wasn’t the best part of his night, no. The best part was here he was, laying in your bed, while you wear your night clothes.

He layed in your bed for a while, just watching you as you did your own little things, such as get ready for bed, clean up your area and give him that sweet little smile. After a little bit of watching you he had to get under your covers to cover up his raging boner.

He could see your nipples poking through your top - he could see the roundness of your ass, the jiggle it made everytime you moved - free from your underwear. He wanted to groan as he could almost see the ripples your ass would make as he would pound you from behind.

Finally, after doing your little ‘chores’ you climbed into bed, right next to him. He soaked in your warmness, your smell, he could almost taste you on his tongue - once more. See, with the things of being best friends for so long, you trusted him no matter what.

He says this pill will help you not have any nightmares, already took it. He said it's okay for best friends to kiss on the lips, your swollen pouty lips were enough for him to jack off later. Going back to the pill, you had confined in him about your nightmares. He felt so bad for his little bunny, he just had to help you.

That night after you took it and he went home - which meant he hid outside your window. He crept back in the house, his nerves on fire. His dick harder than a rock as he pulled your covers off you, as if peeling a wrapper of his little present. He groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your legs, your nightgown sliding down your legs and pooling at your hips, your pussy right there for him to take, to ravish. He leaned forward, his tongue slowly creeping out to lick your pussy. It was his first time, he wanted to go slow - but with it being you he wanted you in him, around him and wrapped around him.

He should feel bad, preying on his innocent friend, who thought of nothing of his endeavors. That all went out the window as soon as he saw you.

[walkrawr]

₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ Walker Scobell secretly dating Male! Reader !

just like we promised . . .

✴︎ small oneshot of Walker and Y/N gaslighting Leah and Aryan

✴︎ made this for fun and because there’s literally zero walker scobell x male reader don’t come for me pls 💔 I hate posting fanfics just kill me atp it’s so embarrassing idk why

✴︎ !!! I am not trying to sexualize or label Walker in any way possible, this is purely a work of fiction.

There was a certain art to keeping a secret. It was like throwing a pebble into a stream—small, subtle, and easy to overlook, blending in so well that no one would ever think to look for it.

Walker and Y/N had mastered that art.

It’s not that they don’t want to show off each other or that their friends and family won’t accept them, it’s just easier to keep it a secret (and more fun).

Their relationship was never hushed conversation or stolen glances across a room. It was insults, sitting just a little too close, knowing exactly what made the other laugh— it was acting normal. Just normal enough that no one ever looked twice.

And right now, at some restaurant booth with Aryan and Leah across from them, no one was looking twice.

Even though they should.

“Okay, Donnie Darko is such a mindfuck. Like, the whole time you’re watching, you think you get it, but then the ending just hits you like a ton of bricks. Also Jake Gyllenhaal was a fine fucking guy in the movie too—“ Walker leaned closer to Y/N, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I know. We literally watched the movie last night. ” Y/N muttered, more focused on whatever is on his phone.

“You’re not even listening,” Walker teased, nudging him lightly. “I’m just saying, the whole thing, y’know? time loops, fucking Frank, the plane crash. “

“Shut up already.” Y/N rolled his eyes, finally turning his head to look at Walker slightly smiling. “Donnie Darko is a amazing cinematic film, got it.” He mocks Walker, snickering.

He scoffed, “Can a man not talk about a movie?” Shaking his head, feigning offense.

“God, could you two stop acting like a couple?” Leah cuts in, chewing the straw of her sprite.

“As if we aren’t,”

“What.” Aryan finally looks up from his phone as Leah blinking as if she misheard.

Walker’s eyes flickered between the confused two and Y/N, “What?”

Aryan just stares at Walker before scoffing, “What do you mean ‘what?’ You just said—“

“Said what?”

“‘As if we aren’t?’” Leah whipped her head towards him, repeating what he said.

He exchanged a look with Y/N, brows furrowed. “No,” Walker sneers, pretending to be confused. “I didn’t say that? What?”

“You literally did?”

“Nuh-uh, you’re probably just tired, Leah.”

“I know I’m not tired, you said it.”

Y/N looked at Walker, suppressing a smile. “Wait, what did you say again?”

“I dunno. I think I said, ‘As if we would’ or something.” Shrugging his shoulders, acting as if he forgot.

Aryan tilted his head, puzzled. “That’s, that’s not—“

Walker reached over the table to give Aryan a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s just a misunderstanding.” Aryan raised his eyebrow in genuine confusion.

“I’m never talking to you guys ever again.” Leah let out a frustrated groan as she leaned back into her seat.

Walker looked over and gave his boyfriend a small smile. Their secret was still theirs to keep, the pebble untouched.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

hey! so glad to see new writers on here!!

do you mind writing something for donnie darko? fluff, angst, whatever you decide :)

YES OMG THANK YOUUUU

DOLL - donnie darko.

fluff all around guys GENDER NEUTRAL READER

━━━━━━━━ DONNIE DARKO had been a quiet guy in (name)'s eyes. They'd never particularly heard him speak, but he'd also never really heard them speak. When (name) entered his English class one tuesday afternoon, Donnie was enticed by them.

Their enigma floated through the school, and before they'd made friends, (name) had a reputation. They were oblivious to this, but that didn't mean Donnie was. He'd heard kids say that (name) had been expelled for a fight that sent a kid to the hospital at their old school.

He believed heavily it was a lie. (name), his (name) wasn't capable of that - thats why he was determined to weasle his way into their life.

It started three weeks later, nearing the middle of their school year, Donnie had manifested their partnership through a school project. It didn't take him long to realize how odd he was being, but somehting inside of him found it to be normal - in his eyes, it was okay.

If it meant he was getting closer to (name), he believed it to be okay.

The first day of the project, Donnie had invited (name) over, letting them into his private space - his bedroom. Not a lot of his friends got to see his room, but as he watched their eyes float through his room, he was okay with them in here.

By the time they'd had their second day for their project, Donnie found his obsession fading into a genuine crush. How would they react to his problems? Would they run away screaming when he told them about Frank?

(name) wasn't like that when he told them, they understood him, and they never dared to poke and prod at the fact that something was wrong with him. They treated Donnie normally, and he was genuinely head over heels for them.

They’d adjusted to this newfound friendship within days, considering how close (name) and Donnie were able to get within days. The new duo had easily passed their project, being the only two to do so. However, they found themselves hanging out more and more after school.

After some time, the time for (name) to sleepover at the Darko household came. Donnie warned them not to be alarmed when he wasn’t in the bed beside them, and they understood - nodding instantly. They’d still worry about him, but they wouldn’t necessarily be so worried they’d call the police.

One night, before he disappeared, he found himself holding (name). They’d fallen asleep like that, their head resting half on his arm and half on his pillow, hand holding his arm that wrapped around their waist.

He’d found himself awake after a while, in the middle of the golf course. Soon enough, he’d made it home, and trudged along to hide away in (name)s arms. They were still asleep by time he collapsed atop them, burying himself into the crook of their neck, arms wrapping securely around them.

“You okay, Donnie?” (name) sleepily asked, running their hand through his hair. That soothed him further, soon (name) found themself with a sleeping Donnie in their arm. They really had no problem with it, soon adjusted and fast asleep themself.

It was a common occurrence for nights to end this way. Neither really cared about the obscurities of what they considered “friendship”, so they continued to do as they did.

(name) also had a quirk where they were mostly understanding, caring, and loving when it came to fights, the two worked through each problem bit by bit, and they eventually had a smooth friendship.

On this particular night, Donnie lay across (name)s chest, breathing in their cologne/perfume. He was calm, his mind was quiet, and their hands floated through his hair, down his back, expanding across his shoulders, and ending back in his hair.

He was calm, holding her so tightly it was almost insane. This was his comfort, his home, his domains. No one could take this away from him, no one could take away his (name).

They didn’t mind it either, and they felt their heart begin to ache for him through long periods of time where they didn’t talk and hangout every millisecond of the day.

Deciding then and now, they’d get closer with Donnie, and maybe eventually fall in love. Donnie wasn’t opposed either, he was already head over heels for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” he was the fancy new kid, a phony accent to mask his boring interior and personality. Marcus had fallen in love with (name) upon first sight, which bothered both (name), and Donnie.

Donnie hated Marcus. He made it known all the time, but (name) pulled the same antics, melting into Donnie’s arms, chest, lap, anything, whenever Marcus was nearby.

“That guy you’re always with,” (name) was getting lunch, sliding her tray across the metal tubes that formed a sort of resting sill, “are you two dating?” he finished his question, accepting the apple from the lunch lady.

“Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” (name) snickered, lying straight to his face. What they hated was how real their statement sounded - were they really really into Donnie?

They were. They absolutely were. Nothing could be done about it, is what every one of their friends thought before they’d finally asked each other out. They thought about their friends one night while basking in the silence that sat between the two.

They toned down the PDA, but upped it in private areas. Donnie was always a clingy guy, no matter how scary he seemed in real life. But that was their Donnie, and they loved him.

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ignore how the layout is im secretly on my phone during school

also yall i fucking love clingy guys 😔

please request more i love ur guys’s ideas ugh

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Donnie Darko - bedtime routine

<<Cw: semi-involintary agere, crying>>

Key: Dr Thurman, Frank, Donnie

"Okay Donnie, when I clap twice, you will be in the mindset of a child. This will help you tell me the honest truth without having to think about big, scary things." Donnie rolls his eyes at Dr. Thurman but his angsty glare is cut off when he hears two sharp claps. His mind feels foggy and his eyes are too bright for a moment, he feels his bottom lip quiver before everything comes back into focus. "Donald? How old are you?" He hears his therapist ask. He takes a moment to process the question before opening his mouth to speak, but no words comes out... "hmph" is all he can let out, making him whine in annoyance. "Can you show me on your fingers?" Donnie sniffles a bit before counting 3 fingers and holding them up. Dr. Thurman tuts and taps her pen on her clipboard inaudibly mumbling to herself. "Right. That's too young... this isn't going to work." She clasps her hands together once but Donnie suddenly moves towards her and reaches for her hand to stop her clapping the second time. "Donald?" Donnie let's out a soft, high pitched whine before taking his hand away from hers and toddling over to the bookshelf where he recognises a soft toy dog. He hugs the dog tightly to his chest and sits on the floor, his therapist joining him not long after. "Peas don't turn me back..." Donnie manages to get out in a soft, childlike whisper, Thurman simply nods and moves the toy dog's head to make it look like it's licking Donnie's chin - getting a sharp squeal and a giggle from him - the therapist was satisfied that this regression seemed to be helping the usually stiff and argumentative boy, letting him be a child and not a diagnosis for once.

Eventually the session had to conclude but Dr. Thurman could tell Darko wasn't quite ready to go back to being the mopey older brother he was used to being. She sent him off with a shopping bag with a colouring book, some felt tips, a couple of story books, and the toy dog inside. She instructed his sister - who was collecting him - to clap twice when Donnie requested her to. Donnie was quiet the whole ride home, trying to seem normal but also so confused and overwhelmed from this new mindset he was in, he just wanted to have his bedtime. So when he got home, that's exactly what he did, he ran upstairs on his hands and feet in some sort of attempt to get up there faster and when he reached his room he dived into his covers. They had never usually felt soft but now they were the perfect plush nest for Don. He peeled himself off his bed begrudgingly and picked out some cute button up style pyjamas with red and blue stripes on them and pulled them on. He stumbled downstairs and attempted to sneakily take some of the pasta his sister had cooked (he was really very obvious but she didn't care enough to call him out). Contently, Donnie jogged back up the stairs with a freshly stolen bowl of cheesy spaghetti and ate it whilst watching an old vhs tape of 'noddy'. <<remember this is set in 1988>> Once the boy had finished his pasta, he left his room to brush his teeth before bed, he looked away from the mirror to spit in the basin and when he looked back in it - there was Frank!

Donnie jumped and let out a little yelp, he felt his bottom lip curl and his breath hitched as he sobbed softly. "I'm so sorry friend... I didn't mean to scare you..." Donnie kept sobbing, he felt so vulnerable and was so unused to feeling small he couldn't help but cry. Frank, not knowing how to help, began running a bath for Don, stirring in a sizeable amount of bubble mixture after hearing him whimper. Whilst waiting for the little one's bath to be ready, Frank unsurely held his friend and picked him up slowly, rocking him back and forth. "Frankie..." Donnie sleepily mumbled. Frank goes still for a few seconds before gently going back to rocking him and soothing him. He gently places him in the bath, propping his head up on a towel incase baby gets tired. Frank scoops up the water with his fluffy gloves and washes the water over Darko's knees, before starting to massage the soap into Donnie's skin, cleaning the dirt and dried bløød off of his constantly scraped knees. After Frank could confidently say that his friend was clean, he moved on to washing Darko's dyed jett black hair, lapping the water up around his ears and coating the conditioner all through his hair, as he massaged it in - Donnie started to get sleepy and his eyes kept blinking open and closed to try to stop himself from falling asleep. The big rabbit hurried rinsing out the hair wash and picked Donnie up from underneath his arms, carrying him out of the bath before wrapping him in a plush, warm towel.

Frank brought Donnie back to his room, he layed the towel down on his bed pillow so his wet hair wouldn't soak it before gently putting his friend down on the bed. The rabbit slipped Darko's pyjamas back onto his now squeaky clean body, before gently pulling the duvet up and over him. Frank pulled a chair out to beside the bed to get ready to read Donnie one of the bedtime stories his therapist had packed for him, but Donnie shuffled about and whined softly before shyly reaching a hand out and grabbing one of the rabbits plastic ears like a curios baby. "Snuggles...?" He quietly requested, Frank went still again for a moment before double checking "You want cuddles from Frankie, little bunny?" Darko went tomato red before nodding enthusiastically *all whilst trying to hide his embarrassed blush* Frank quickly picked up his toy dog off of the floor and placed it in bed with his little one before hopping into bed with him as well. Not long after, baby Donnie had climbed onto the plush rabbit suit of his imaginary friend and was mumbling and snoring every now and then. Frank moved slowly to turn off the night light that was gently glowing and then clapped twice, not loud enough to wake up his little boy, but loud enough to end the hypnosis so that when Darko woke up he could be returned back to his normal state of mind. "Sleep easy, bun" and with that, Frank disappeared - not to bother Donnie that night.

<<I hope you enjoyed this! This was my first time writing a fic so it's scary to post but people voted for it so hopefully those people like it >>

[rdiowx]

Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

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KINKTOBER 2023!

Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

They/them but he/him is fine too

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GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

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RYAN ROSS

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PILOT KELSON

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DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

[b1udk1tty-mk]

🍄𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎🍄

After Donnie’s therapy session with Dr. Thurman, his parents told him to wait in the car. He didn’t argue. He was used to these sessions ending with hushed voices and worried glances, the kind that made him feel more like a case study than a person. As he stepped outside, the cool autumn air bit at his skin, but the weight in his chest was heavier than the cold.

Mentions of drugs (shrooms),Angst, fluff, CRACK (im jk), drugged!donnie, drugged!reader (consensual ofc), mentions of FRANK! That should be it! If not make sure to LMK!

Inside the office, Dr. Thurman sighed as she folded her hands on her desk. “Mr. and Mrs. Darko, I believe Donnie needs a stronger prescription than what he’s currently on.”

Rose nodded, though a knot formed in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, forcing a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” She hesitated, then wiped away a stray tear. “Does he still… talk about Frank?”

Eddie reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Yes,” Dr. Thurman confirmed, her voice careful. “In fact, he’s mentioned that Frank’s influence has been growing stronger. He says Frank insists that he has to do certain things- that if he doesn’t, something bad will happen to the people around him.” She paused. “I don’t know if Donnie has acted on any of these thoughts, but what concerns me most is how persistent they are.”

Rose swallowed hard. “Has he mentioned anything about Y/N?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting with Eddie’s grip.

Dr. Thurman smiled softly. “Yes. He talks about her all the time. It’s clear he cares about her deeply.” She hesitated before continuing. “But that’s also where my concern lies. He’s very… attached. And according to Donnie, Frank becomes most aggressive when he’s away from her.”

Rose’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

Dr. Thurman sat up straighter. “This morning, Donnie told me that Frank gave him a direct command.” She exhaled, as if debating whether to say the next part aloud. Finally, she looked Rose in the eyes.

“He told Donnie to stab her.”

The words hit like a sledgehammer. Rose’s breath hitched, and Eddie stiffened beside her.

“H-how long has Frank been saying these things?” Rose asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Donnie said it started today,” Dr. Thurman admitted. “But thoughts like these don’t just appear overnight. That’s why I want to increase his medication.”

Rose took a deep breath, nodding.

“Whatever you think is best, we’ll do.”

Donnie sat in the back seat of the car, his head resting against the window. The world outside passed by in a blur of muted colors, but all he could focus on was Frank’s voice, repeating over and over again in his head.

If you don’t do this, bad things will happen.

He clenched his jaw, willing the thought away. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

He let out a shaky breath, his mind shifting to a different idea. Maybe his meds were the problem. Maybe he didn’t need to be pumped full of pills that dulled him into submission. Maybe he needed something… different.

He thought about that weird hippie kid in his class, the one who swore that mushrooms and weed had changed his life. Donnie wasn’t one to take advice from guys who smelled like patchouli and cheap incense, but… maybe the kid had a point.

His thoughts were interrupted when the car door opened. His mother slid in, offering him a small, hesitant smile.

“Well,” she started, forcing optimism into her voice, “Dr. Thurman is going to prescribe you stronger medication.”

Donnie scoffed, side-eyeing her. “That’s the solution, huh? Just pump me full of more meds and hope I shut up?” He shook his head. “Fucking great.”

Rose’s smile faltered. “Donnie-”

“Son,” Eddie cut in, his voice steady. “Dr. Thurman is just trying to help you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Donnie exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Can I go to Y/N’s?”

“I don’t know, Donnie,” Rose hesitated. “Dr. Thurman said-”

But Donnie didn’t wait for her answer. He threw the door open and bolted.

He didn’t care what Dr. Thurman said. He didn’t care what his parents thought was best for him.

All he knew was that he needed to see Y/N.

By the time Donnie reached Y/N’s house, his lungs burned, but the panic gripping his chest was far worse than any exhaustion. His breath came in sharp gasps as he pounded on her front door, his fists trembling with urgency.

The door swung open, and before Y/N could even react, Donnie lunged at her, knocking them both to the floor. His arms locked around her like a lifeline, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in her chest.

“H-he’s at it again.. h-he told me that if I don’t, bad things are gonna happen,” he choked out between ragged sobs. His grip tightened, as if letting go would make Frank’s words come true.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers weaving into his hair as she rocked him slightly, whispering soft reassurances.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Frank isn’t real. He can’t hurt you.”

Donnie’s breathing remained uneven, but he clung to her warmth, grounding himself in her presence.

After a few moments, Y/N pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he’d look at her. “What triggered this?” she asked gently.

Donnie swallowed, avoiding her eyes. “Frank… he’s getting worse. He doesn’t like that I spend so much time with you.” His voice was shaky, uncertain. “This morning, he told me to…” He trailed off, his lip quivering.

“To what?” Y/N pressed, though part of her already knew the answer.

Donnie finally met her gaze. “He told me to stab you.”

The room fell into thick silence. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t flinch.

Donnie rushed to speak again, his voice desperate. “But I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t. That’s why I need to do something. I need to shut him up. And if my meds aren’t working…” He hesitated, then exhaled shakily. “Maybe shrooms will.”

Y/N blinked. “Shrooms?”

“There’s this guy at school- he says they help with… stuff like this. Mental shit and.. h-he sells too...” Donnie’s fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt. “I just need to try something different. I can’t keep feeling like this.”

Y/N studied him carefully. She could see the exhaustion in his face, the desperation in his eyes. She didn’t like the idea..at all, but what other options did he have?

After a long pause, she exhaled. “Alright. But if we do this, we do it safely. No taking random shit from some stoner in a parking lot. Maybe I’ll see if he sells it to me..”

Donnie blinked. “Wait, we?”

Y/N raised a brow. “You think I’m letting you trip alone?”

Donnie let out a short, breathless laugh, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. He nodded, and for the first time that day, he felt like maybe…just maybe, things might get better.

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The next day, Y/N waited by the back of the school, feeling her heart race. She had no idea what she was doing, but she had to do something to help Donnie. The look on his face the night before had haunted her. She had to find something, anything…that could help him find some peace, even if it meant crossing a line she wasn’t proud of.

She spotted the hippie guy leaning against the brick wall, his usual nonchalant vibe surrounding him. His tie-dye shirt and long, messy hair made him look like a living stereotype, but Y/N had no time to overthink it.

She approached him with a deep breath. “Hey,” she greeted, trying to sound casual despite the storm of nerves inside her.

He looked up, his expression shifting into one of recognition. “Yo, what’s up?” he asked, taking a slow drag from the joint in his hand.

Y/N bit her lip, unsure of how to start. “I need some mushrooms,” she said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one could hear her. The words felt like they weighed a ton as they left her mouth.

The hippie’s eyes narrowed immediately. “Mushrooms?” he echoed, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looked around quickly, then gave her a pointed look. “You sure you wanna be asking for that so loud? People don’t exactly like hearing about that shit.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she faltered, feeling the anxiety tighten in her chest. “I need them for me. And, uh, for a friend too.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he took another slow hit from his joint. “Alright, alright. Just… keep it down. It’s not exactly something you wanna go broadcasting, ya know?”

Y/N nodded quickly, her eyes flicking nervously to the side. “Yeah, I get it. It’s… it’s for me, but my friend could use some too. I just- everything’s been so much lately, and I think it could help.”

The hippie studied her, his expression hardening slightly, as if trying to gauge whether she was serious. “You sure you’re ready for this? Mushrooms are no joke. Don’t fuck with them unless you know what you’re doing.”

Y/N hesitated. “I’ve done some research. I know what I’m getting into. I just need something to take the edge off, you know?”

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but after a long moment of silence, he shrugged. “Fine. I got some. But you gotta understand- it’s not just a fun high. You need to be in the right headspace.”

“I know,” she assured him, her voice softer now. “I’m just… I need it. Please.”

He pulled out a small, crinkled bag from his pocket, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then handed it to her. “Here. This’ll do you. But remember, you gotta be careful with this shit. Don’t go giving it to random people. Just… use it for what you need.”

Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out the cash. She handed him a wad of twenties, careful not to let her hands shake too much. “Thanks,” she said, stuffing the bag into her jacket pocket.

He took the money without a word, stuffing it into his own pocket, his eyes still lingering on her with suspicion. “You got your own, huh?” he said, glancing at the bag. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do,” Y/N said quickly, forcing a smile. “It’ll be fine.”

“Alright then. Just remember, this is on you. Be careful.” He flicked his joint to the ground, crushing it under his boot before walking off, leaving her alone with the small, crinkled bag in her hand.

They were small, she wasnt sure if they would actually have any affect on her or Donnie, she just hopes that it’ll help her boyfriend.

Donnie and Y/N are quick to come back to the house, Y/N’s house of course. They scurry off in her room, door locked, lights dimmed and Y/N sits on her bed whilst Donnie follows.

“Okay,” Y/N said, sitting cross-legged across from Donnie on her bed. “These are legit. Nothing synthetic, nothing sketchy. Small dose, enough to feel something but not lose our minds.” She hopes what she says is true, after all- she did buy it from the hippie guy at school. Real trustworthy ey?

He looked up at Y/N. “You sure about this?”

She smirked. “I should be asking you that.”

He exhaled sharply, then popped them into his mouth, chewing fast. They were bitter and earthy, like eating stale sunflower seeds mixed with dirt. Y/N made a face as she chewed hers.

“Jesus, that’s disgusting,” she muttered, grabbing her water bottle and taking a sip.

Donnie just grimaced, swallowing hard. “No turning back now.”

The first twenty minutes felt normal. Maybe it wasn’t working. Maybe this was bullshit.

Then- something shifted.

It started in his stomach, a subtle unease that wasn’t quite nausea, but close. Then, a warmth spread through his limbs, slow and creeping, like sunlight filtering through his skin.

The walls looked… softer. No, not just softer. Alive. The shadows flickered and swayed like they were breathing. The texture of the blankets beneath his fingers suddenly fascinated him- why did it feel so intricate? He traced the fabric with his fingertips, as if discovering it for the first time.

“Whoa,” Y/N murmured, tilting her head back against the pillow. “It’s happening.”

Donnie turned to her, and for a second, her face looked different. Not scary, just… strange. Her features stretched ever so slightly, like he was seeing her through warped glass. Then it snapped back, and she was just Y/N again- only more vivid, like someone had turned up the contrast on reality.

His body felt light, but his mind? It was heavy. Thoughts rolled in like waves, overlapping, relentless. He felt everything at once- fear, euphoria, dread, nostalgia.

And then, like a whisper from the back of his skull, he felt him.

Frank.

Donnie’s heart kicked up.

He didn’t see him yet, but he felt him. That familiar presence pressing against his consciousness, the weight of something just beyond the veil of his perception.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the blanket beneath him. Not now. Please, not now.

Y/N’s voice broke through the fog.

“Donnie..Donnie…Donnie?”

His eyes snapped open. She was staring at him, brows knitted together, her expression gentle but alert.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

Donnie swallowed. He wasn’t sure.

“I-” He stopped.

Because now he saw him.

Frank stood at the edge of the room, near Y/N’s desk, his towering frame half-shrouded in shadow. But he wasn’t menacing this time. He wasn’t looming over Donnie, whispering threats.

He was just… standing there. Watching.

Donnie’s pulse pounded in his ears. His mind raced. This wasn’t like before. He wasn’t hallucinating Frank, not in the usual way. This felt different. This felt like-

A conversation.

Frank tilted his head.

Donnie blinked. The air in the room felt thick, like gravity had doubled. His fingers twitched against the blankets.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

Y/N stiffened. “Who are you talking to?”

Donnie exhaled shakily, barely able to tear his eyes away from Frank. “He’s here.”

Y/N’s hand found his, gripping it firmly. “What’s he doing?”

Donnie studied Frank’s still figure. Nothing. He wasn’t whispering, wasn’t commanding.

He was waiting.

A thought bloomed in Donnie’s mind, quiet but profound: What if Frank is just me?

The idea hit him like a punch to the chest. What if Frank wasn’t some external force? What if he wasn’t some demon tormenting him? What if he was just… a reflection? A projection of everything Donnie feared?

Frank tilted his head again, as if acknowledging the thought.

Donnie sat up straighter, heart hammering. His whole life, he had fought against Frank-feared him. But what if… what if he faced him instead?

His fingers clenched in the fabric of his jeans. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself. Then, he spoke.

“You’re not real.”

Frank remained silent.

Donnie’s voice grew stronger. “You don’t control me.”

The air seemed to shift. The weight pressing on Donnie’s chest lifted, just slightly. Frank didn’t move, but something in the way he existed flickered.

Donnie exhaled, shaking his head.

“You’re just a part of me,” he whispered. “A scared, fucked-up part of me. But you don’t get to run my life.”

For the first time ever, Frank stepped back.

Donnie’s breath hitched. His body felt lighter, like something heavy had finally started to peel away from him. Frank stood at the edge of the room, his form flickering, fading.

And then- he was gone.

Just like that.

The room was still. The tension that had gripped Donnie’s body for years had loosened, like a rope finally being untied. He blinked rapidly, disoriented, before turning to Y/N.

She was staring at him, concern still etched into her features. “What just happened?” she asked cautiously.

Donnie let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh.

“I think…” He swallowed, rubbing his face. “I think I just talked to him. Like, really talked to him.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “And?”

Donnie looked down at their intertwined fingers. A small, exhausted smile tugged at his lips.

“And I don’t think he’s coming back.”

The next morning, the world looked… different. Not drastically, but subtly. Lighter. Quieter.

Donnie sat on Y/N’s porch, watching the sky shift from deep navy to soft orange as the sun began to rise. He felt tired, but not in the usual way. Not the soul crushing exhaustion of constantly fighting his own mind.

This was a good kind of tired. A peaceful kind.

Y/N stepped outside, pulling a hoodie over her head as she sat beside him. She nudged his knee with hers. “So. How’s your brain?”

Donnie exhaled, staring up at the sky. “Not sure.” He paused. “But for the first time in a long time… it’s quiet.”

She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Quiet’s good.”

He nodded, breathing in the cool morning air.

Yeah. Quiet was really fucking good.

But as he sat there, a flicker of doubt crept in. Could it really be that easy? Would Frank stay gone, or was this just a temporary illusion? The thought gnawed at him, but before he could sink too deep, Y/N’s fingers found his hands.

“You look like you’re thinking too much,” she murmured.

Donnie let out a short laugh. “I think that’s my default setting.”

She squeezed his hand. “Well, stop. Just exist for a second.”

He inhaled deeply, letting the crisp morning air fill his lungs. The birds were waking up, their chirps soft and rhythmic. The distant hum of a car rolling down the street blended into the quiet. Nothing felt threatening. Nothing felt wrong.

Maybe this was it. Not some grand, dramatic breakthrough just this. Sitting on a porch with someone who understood him. Feeling the warmth of another person next to him. Existing in a world that, for once, didn’t feel like it was actively trying to swallow him whole.

Donnie glanced at Y/N, his lips twitching into something small, but real. “Hey,” he said.

She turned to him. “What?”

“Thanks,” he said simply. “For being here. For… all of this.”

She smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t become one of those annoying hippies who thinks mushrooms can solve all of life’s problems.”

Donnie snorted. “No promises.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as she looked back at the sky.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

And for the first time in a long time, Donnie wasn’t afraid of what came next…

Hey guys! This is my first actual short story. Im sorry if it is a little choppy, but i hope you guys enjoyed it and let me know what other stories i should do next !!

[helloitsbees]

lowkey still havent finished road&sky bc im waiting for the stars to align to be in a good mood + have time to appreciate it to the fullest but i wanna thank you for referencing so much great media in it really expanded my horizons

(sorry im getting to this so late slkdjfghlskjd ive been away from my laptop for a few days)

WAAAAAHHH THANK YOU!!! its honestly a tapestry of all the media I adore, it was hard striking a balance between referencing music and media that I myself really love while also staying true to the stuff that Lawrence and especially Adam would actually like, but I think I struck a pretty good balance!!

also because im a fucking nerd, here's some media recommendations that road&sky either references or is inspired by! if there's an asterisk (*) next to the name it's either referenced directly by name in the text of the story or otherwise watched/listened to by the characters

Movies:

let's get the obvious out of the way first– Carol (2015, dir. Todd Haynes): set in the 1950s in New York City, a depressed retail worker falls in love with an older woman going through a difficult divorce and joins her on a cross-country road trip (I recommend not watching this until you're done with road&sky, unless you don't mind being completely spoiled on the plot, because it follows it pretty much exactly apart from the characters, the time period, and the locations they go to)

*Roman Holiday (1953, dir. William Wyler): a young princess, bored with her everyday royal life, escapes from her palace for a single night and a single day to explore the city of Rome with an American reporter. [this is the movie that Adam and Lawrence watch in chapter 16]

Before Sunrise (1995, dir. Richard Linklater): two complete strangers, an American man and a French woman, form an immediate connection while on the Eurail and impulsively decide to disembark together to explore the city of Vienna while getting to know each other over the course of a single night.

*The Stepford Wives (1975, dir. Bryan Forbes): a photographer, her husband, and their children move to a seemingly picture-perfect town in Connecticut, where all the women are strangely subservient to their husbands. [Vikki's favorite movie, watched by Vikki and Adam in chapter 2]

In the Mood for Love (2000, dir. Wong Kar-wai): a man and a woman discover that their wife and husband, respectively, are having an affair with each other, and form a deep emotional connection born from their shared loneliness.

*Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986, dir. John Hughes): a precocious teenager boy, his anxiety-ridden best friend, and his girlfriend play hooky from high school and explore the city of Chicago. [referenced by name by Adam and Lawrence a few times, used as visual inspiration for the Chicago chapter]

Good Will Hunting (1997, dir. Gus Van Sant): a brilliant but financially and motivationally disadvantaged young man reluctantly tackles his emotional problems with the help of a stubborn therapist.

*It's A Wonderful Life (1946, dir. Frank Capra): the life of a chronically self-sacrificing man is shown up to the point of his decision to end his own life, where an angel intervenes to show him how much of an impact he's made on the people around him. [watched by Adam and Lawrence in chapter 12]

and, just because I'm a nerd, here's what Adam and Lawrence's Letterboxd Top Fours would be if Letterboxd existed in 2004:

Lawrence: Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Roman Holiday, Sleepless in Seattle (1993, dir. Nora Ephron), and Casablanca (1942, dir. Michael Curtiz)

Adam: The Thing (1982, dir. John Carpenter), Trainspotting (1996, dir. Danny Boyle), Donnie Darko (2001, dir. Richard Kelly), and Alien (1979, dir. Ridley Scott)

Books:

again, the obvious first: The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith: the book that Carol (2015) is based off of. the story is essentially the same as the movie's since Carol is a pretty accurate adaptation. Highsmith uses extremely lyrical language that hugely influenced road&sky's style of writing.

*The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: a somewhat aimless young man becomes wrapped up in the frenetically glamorous and unexpectedly forlorn world of his charismatic and wealthy neighbor. [quoted directly in Adam's internal monologue in chapter 1]

The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America by Bill Bryson: a nonfiction account of the author's travels through the United States.

*This Sweet Sickness by Patricia Highsmith: a man becomes fixated on a young woman who he was briefly romantically involved with [this is the book Adam brings with him on the trip; a passage is quoted directly in chapter 14]

On Photography by Susan Sontag: a collection of essays by American essayist and cultural critic Susan Sontag that explores the cultural history, philosophical/psychological implications, and artistic evolution of photography as an art form.

*Words Under the Words by Naomi Shihab Nye: a collection of lyrical and incisive poems by Palestinian-American poet Naomi Shihab Nye [this is the book of poetry Lawrence buys for Adam in chapter 21]. I especially recommend the poems So Much Happiness [quoted directly by Adam in chapter 22] and Kindness.

Love Poems by Pablo Neruda: a collection of sonnets and freeform verse by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda. I especially recommend the poems Sonnet XVII and The Light Wraps You.

*Chicago Poems by Carl Sandburg: a short collection of poems by American poet Carl Sandburg. I especially recommend the poems Chicago [quoted directly by Lawrence in chapter 20] and Happiness.

Music:

(this is all in addition to and largely overlapping with the official playlist for road&sky [CONTAINS STORY SPOILERS], the playlist of music used for chapter titles, and the songs that Adam and Lawrence listen to on their road trip)

Fiona Apple, specifically the albums *Tidal [referenced by name as the album Adam and Amanda listen to in chapter 31] and When the Pawn(...) and the songs "Paper Bag," "*Love Ridden" [the song Adam listens to in chapter 1 because I love foreshadowing] and "I Know."

The Weakerthans, specifically the albums Left and Leaving and *Fallow [the album Adam listens to in chapter 9] and the songs "A New Name for Everything," "Without Mythologies," "Confessions of a Futon-Revolutionist," and "*Plea from a Cat Named Virtute" [the song Adam names his cat after in chapter 31].

The Smiths, specifically the album *The Sound of The Smiths [listened to by Adam and Lawrence in chapter 5] and the songs "This Charming Man," "*There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" [listened to by Adam and Lawrence in chapter 5], "Asleep," and "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me."

José González, specifically the album *Veneer [the CD Adam buys for Lawrence in chapter 8 that they listen to in chapter 15] and the songs "*Heartbeats" [the song Adam plays for Lawrence in chapter 6] and "Lovestain."

Nick Drake, specifically the albums *Pink Moon and *Time Has Told Me [both mentioned by Lawrence in chapter 15] and the songs "Place To Be," "Parasite," and "Free Ride."

The Cure, specifically the albums Disintegration and *Greatest Hits [the album Adam and Lawrence listen to in chapter 22] and the songs "*Just Like Heaven" [the specific song Adam and Lawrence listen to in chapter 22], "*Lovesong" [the song Adam has a physical reaction to in chapter 28], "Pictures of You," "Close to Me," and "Why Can't I Be You?"

im sure there's more stuff i'm forgetting but this is definitely a start!

[shveris]

satosugu donnie darko AU in which suguru is donnie and satorou is frank. but instead of having satorou wear that terrifying bunny mask, it’s a mask portraying six eyes in the most horrific ways.

he also wears cheap looking angel wings that drag across the floor when he walks & just a white hospital gown that never seems to flutter, even if there’s a strong wind current sweeping suguru off his feet.

shoko is gretchen but in a non-romantic sense. it’s that person suguru starts to feel somewhat connected to, thinks shoko understands him.

his siblings are mimiko and nanako, they’re around 11 years old and adopted. they’re sweet and snippy, everything someone could want from two little twin girls.

yuki is grandma death but i’ll make her younger, call her “lady death” because it sounds more badass and she deserves that for doing what she did in the manga (iykyk).

i want choso in this too because chapter 259 destroyed me mentally but i have yet to figure out what role i’d give him — maybe his psychiatrist?

the remainder of the cast will be random people unrelated to jjk + i’d obviously change some scenes to fit suguru and other characters more.

essentially i just really like the idea of schitzo suguru losing his mind to “biblically accurate angel (satorou)” and committing felonies. it just fits him somehow…

[adamwatchesmovies]

Donnie Darko (2001)

Donnie Darko is a distinct blend of different tones. It’s tender and earnest but also terrifying and unsettling. It’s a cold dose of reality blended with warm memories. The odds were against this movie – director Richard Kelly’s career never took off, it didn’t make a lot of money at the box office and this story isn’t mainstream – so I’m thankful it’s found a cult following.

In early October 1988, Donald “Donnie” Darko (Jake Gyllenhaal) is a troubled teen who evades disaster when he sleepwalks outside of his home one night. Had he stayed in bed, he would’ve been flattened by the jet engine that fell out of the sky and into his bedroom. After the incident, Donnie begins to see visions of Frank (James Duval), a mysterious man in a rabbit costume, who informs him that the world will end on Halloween morning.

That weird outline is only the beginning and at first, it seems at odds with what follows. Writer/director Richard Kelly was born in 1975. The film is set in 1988, when he would’ve been around the same age as Donnie’s younger sister, Samantha (Daveigh Chase). There’s a nostalgic comfort to many of the film’s scenes. When Gretchen (Jena Malone) walks into Mrs. Pomeroy’s English class (Drew Barrymore plays the teacher), she’s told to sit next to the boy she thinks is the cutest. She chooses Donnie and a romance between them soon develops. It’s cute but there’s also this anti-nostalgic shot of vinegar to cut the sweetness. Gretchen’s mother moved them to this new town so they could escape her abusive and violent husband. The bullies at the school range from “normal” cruel teenagers to borderline psychopathic. Donnie and his older sister, Elizabeth (Maggie Gyllenhaal) get along, but a tragedy later in the film is sure to split them forever. The most vocal teacher at the school isn’t Mrs. Pomeroy or the sensitive physics teacher, Dr. Kenneth Monnitoff (Noah Wyles). It’s the gym teacher, Kitty Farmer (Beth Grant), a woman who's eager to ban books, not particularly bright, snub her nose at anyone who doesn’t perfectly match her standards and yet somehow manages to rally others behind her. There’s something almost comical about the way she idolizes this bullshit-spewing local motivational speaker (Jim Cunningham, perfectly portrayed as both sleazy and moronic by Patrick Swayze) but something prevents you from laughing. The sinister feelings that trickle in from time to time make her more dangerous than hilarious.

The thing that makes Donnie Darko almost feel like a horror movie – on top of the fact that the entire plot is leading towards Halloween – are Donnie’s creepy hallucinations. Even if he stayed silent, you’d label Frank as a doomsday prophet. The jet engine suddenly and inexplicably falling from the sky, the nasty people around town and Donnie’s paranoid schizophrenia make you wonder which three possible endings we're headed toward. Maybe it’ll be romantic, with Donnie and Gretchen finding a way to escape their ugly realities together. Maybe horrifying - a school shooting or prank gone horribly wrong would fit right in. Maybe it’s all just a backdrop to a bigger plot related to that inexplicable jet engine; something out of the Twilight Zone. Maybe it’ll be a combination. There’s no way to know for sure.

Several aspects of Donnie Darko make it memorable. The dialogue, for instance, is occasionally profound and in other scenes, filled with the kind of inane, brain-dead conversations that make you realize teenagers are nothing but children with raging hormones – even if you're a teenager yourself. The visuals of Donnie’s hallucinations are another. More than anything, however, it’s the strange plot and the performances. Jake Gyllenhaal is exceptional here. You like him. You’re also worried about what he’s going to do. Then, we get to the end. A more conventional film would tie up all of its threads neatly. Donnie Darko leaves many questions unanswered. You won’t care. It’s just an invitation to watch the film again to see what clues you missed, or perhaps to check out the director’s cut.

The last time I "saw" Donnie Darko was early one morning in the video rental store. I had to shut it off when I remembered how crass some of the dialogue can get. That was what? At least 15 years ago? I was surprised by how well I remembered the picture and also by the details that had slipped my mind. Though it is unusual and the ending may leave you saying "wha?", teens/young adults will eat it up. Older audiences will appreciate its unique qualities.(November 21, 2024)

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Chapter Nine: Monsters of Our Own

Since their shared drift, Newt had been averting his mental gaze from Hermann for fear he would return it. 

The mortifying ordeal of the drift. 

Now he lasered his full focus on the Hermann in his head. 

By honing in on Hermann, Newt could almost ignore the cacophonous whispers of hive mind. Almost. It was like humming loudly whenever Hermann got too pedantic. Newt could still hear him, but it was more about the principle of ignoring him than the de facto state of ignorance. 

Newt followed the ghost of Hermann through his own neural pathways, like chasing a very tall rabbit. Harvey, maybe, or Frank. 

Every living creature on Earth dies alone. Kelly, Richard. Donnie Darko. Newmarket Films, 2001

Newt liked Donnie Darko. He wondered if Hermann would too. 

Probably not. 

Hermann liked Frankenstein. 

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft. Frankenstein, Introduction, 1831.

Like the Jaegers. The monsters of our own making. Death to the imposter-syndrome.

Whoever had christened the Jaegers was probably the same chucklefuck that thought it was a good idea to name their base of operations anything with the word ‘shatter’ in it. 

At least Hermann's favorite film adaptation was Young Frankenstein, but that was, like, objectively the best one. 

“Hearts and kidneys are tinker toys! I am talking about the central nervous system!" Brooks, Mel, et al. Young Frankenstein, Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, 1998. 

Hermann liked…

Hermann liked Downton Abbey.

…Yeah, Newt had nothing. 

Hermann liked Hegel, and there was something in dialectical philosophy that was blowing dust on the laser grid of Newt’s mental landscape.

We call dialectic the higher movement of reason in which utterly separate terms pass over into each other spontaneously. Hegel, G. W. F., The Science of Logic, 1812.

Dialectical Behavior Therapy was developed in the late 80s specifically to treat Borderline Personality Disorder.  

BPD wasn't even added to the DSM-III until 1980, and for almost a decade after that, it was considered untreatable. It was a life sentence. Except when it was a death sentence. 

Then Marsha Linehan developed Dialectical Behavior Therapy, and suddenly it wasn’t so untreatable anymore. 

Newt didn't have time for full-fidelity DBT, so his therapy had been a little more autodidactic in nature, but it was ultimately about finding a middle ground in the black and white thinking that resulted from such extreme emotional experiences. Newt was still salty that he couldn't say the phrase ‘shades of gray’ without invoking that unfortunate representation of BDSM culture. When it came to consent, Christian Grey was almost as bad as the cultists. 

Anyway, Hermann's Hegelian née Kantian dialectic was also a rejection of dichotomies, not unlike earlier Derridean deconstruction of Saussure’s significant binaries. Non-binary. They/them. 

Maybe Newt should change his pronouns to, “Yes/And?”

Almost nothing was all or nothing. Labels could make you aware of more options, but eventually you would see there were more options than there were labels. Dichotomies were reductive, especially when applied to human beings, ultimately reducing them to the falsest binary of all: us/them.

Abstract, negative, concrete. 

Thesis, synthesis, antithesis.

Scientist, hive mind… hive mind.

Newt had never felt so skinless. He had to sew himself a new one, like the women at Playtex, who went from making girdles and bras to spacesuits. They beat out three major defense contractors to produce the suits for Apollo 11. 

Hermann loved those ladies, so now Newt did too. He'd never even heard of them before, but Hermann had memorized names, even though so many of them went unidentified, their work considered trivial in history’s biased gaze. 

Eleanor Foraker, Iona Allen, Francine Burris, Henrietta Crawford, Velma Breeding, Hazel Fellows. The astronauts had stars and multimillion dollar inertial navigation systems, but those women had only pins to guide them.

On a less endearing note, Hermann liked Nietzsche, although Newt was starting to suspect that he was just homesick. 

It was still a surprise, coming from Hermann Handwriting-of-God Gottleib, but Newt knew that relationships with god were never so simple. His relationship with someone's gods was now incredibly complex indeed. 

Anyway, Hermann liked Nietzsche because of something, something, Übermensch, because of course Hermann thought his own humanity was something to be overcome.

Maybe Newt just wasn't getting it. He had never been as good at the purely theoretical stuff as Hermann, and he wasn't exactly working at full capacity. 

He was definitely over capacity.

Whatever. Irrelevant. If the Übermensch was some sort of Platonic ideal of humanity, then it could only ever be a false idol. Perfection was a myth. Perfection was a way to ruin something good enough, which was all Newt could ever hope to be.

Playing by the rules was ridiculous, when everyone who wrote them was already dead, and there were plenty of people present, now, in need of rehumanization. Nothing othered, nothing maimed.

Fuck Superman though— Newt’s bone to pick with Nietszche was from Beyond Good and Evil.

Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein. Nietzsche, Friedrich. Jenseits von Gut und Böse, ch. 4, no. 146, 1886. 

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

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Eventually, I would want to tackle The Yellow King. Have him show up, maybe to talk, maybe to hurt someone.

Just, I want to get that terrifying, ethereal rot down correctly. The vibe would be similar to Frank from Donnie Darko. Just more forceful. Dominating.

I have it in mind The Yellow King shows up to warn Roth about escaping. More like, giving him cryptic warnings that border on threats.

Of course, I also like the idea of someone trying to acquire Roth’s soul. Only to be brutally rebuked by The Yellow King.

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My days off when my eye was like half swollen shut were actually the most wonderful days I've had in like two years lol...I watched Donnie Darko (I was obsessed when I was 14) at the cinema and it was so fun. . In the front row was this local lesbian who once got really mad at me when I told her I don't play any sports. She had decorated her jacket with "FRANK" but the N and fallen off :'( and I got on a random bus and ended up in like the hills and then the bus just kept going up and up and I got off at this lookout where you can see the whole city. I've been meaning to go there for years and just ended up there :') then the bus ride home went through the most beautiful green and hilly areas like I've never seen taller trees in my life, and so many houses that looked like they were from fairy tales ? I also watched / listened to this freight train I was soo thrilled by the sounds it was making