#little!danny torrance

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Mmm mades CG Danny Torrance Moodboard and Headcannons butttttt I haven't done regressor stuffs for him yet soo here's a Moodboard!!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

No I don't know why I randomly remembered this movie existed. I do now wanna rewatch-

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Shout out to characters going thru some shit, thus making them more susceptible to the influence of the horror

Gotta be one of my favorite genders

seymour krelborn

george lutz

arnie cunningham

nathan gardner

jack torrance

danny torrance

wendy torrance

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Thinking about the way Dan’s voice shakes and stutters when he talks to his father. and the way he pleads for him to care about him and Wendy, even when he knows it’s not really his father.

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ive watched the Shining more than any other movie in my entire life, its inarguably "My favorite movie", but only this last week when i watched it again the whole weight of the tragedy of it bore down on me and it made me cry. maybe because i have a big tv now and could notice the details (i've seen it in a movie theater but i was kind of drunk and unobservant) like the bareness of the home they lived in before the hotel, the mess of books everywhere with little else, i really related to that. its how the apartment i lived in Colorado was, precisely, scarily, when i lived there and went by "wendytorments" everywhere and was going through a Shining-like experience with a Jack Torrance type of individual. you can watch the movie ten times and barely notice because youre more focused on what happens in the hotel. one thing i was really struck by is when Danny is in his bed while the doctor is visiting, theres nothing even on the wall for him to look at. i can't stop thinking about the Torrance home and the bareness of it and the narrowness and bareness of life when abuse and addiction are eating it alive. i also never really paid attention to Wendy reading The Catcher in the Rye, and never really stopped to wonder if all the books in the house are hers, I assumed at first they must be Jack's because he's the writer, but they must be hers. there's piles or shelves of books in basically every shot of the home, and you only see her and Danny there, the books must be hers.

the first time I started crying rewatching it was when she tells the visiting doctor that Jack hadn't had a drink in 5 months, and noticing that the story of Jack twisting Danny's shoulder took place some years prior, and the way that the interim is left totally unacknowledged, and the tangible denial that's shown there, and how much I related to it now that I'm older and about a year out of a physically and psychologically abusive relationship with an alcoholic. well that's my post

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Book Review - The Shining by Stephen King

This is the first Stephen King novel I’ve read, and fittingly, I read it during the largest snowstorm I’ve seen in a few years—though not nearly as severe as the blizzards that entrap the Torrance family in the Overlook. It was an excellent introduction to his body of work. Since I write gothic horror, reading The Shining has helped me to learn more about the broader canon of the subgenre, especially since my experience thus far has primarily been the foundational stories of the nineteenth century, such as Carmilla and the works of Edgar Allan Poe. The Shining, written and set in 1977, enhanced my horror experience as I had a closer cultural connection to the fears explored in the story. Small details down to the sad song Seasons in the Sun on the radio made the threats feel close to home. I believe this is why it had such mass appeal, as a reinvigorated take on a classic subgenre. Divorce, generational trauma, economic depression, and the undercurrent of racial relations are easy for the contemporary reader to connect with, and this is still true almost fifty years later in 2024.

Regardless of the year of setting, The Shining contains the hallmark elements of gothic horror: an isolated location, missed opportunities for escape, loss of sanity, and haunting. The characters not only physically trapped in the Overlook, but emotionally trapped with each other, and it’s the latter that makes the story captivating. Jack fears becoming his father, Wendy fears becoming her mother, and both fear upsetting their son with a divorce, which keep them entangled in their failing marriage. Through the narrative, their resentment for each other is as palpable as the steam building up in the boiler, a ticking time bomb. This is what I consider to be the most masterful element of the novel and the reason it remains so popular: a sense of subtle, creeping dread and psychological tension.

The first 250 pages were difficult for me to remain interested in, if I’ll be honest, but I kept reading because of the little hints. I could not put the book down for the last 200 pages. My own gothic novel has a slower pace, and something I had been recently struggling with was feeling like I needed more glamour and action to convey dread, but The Shining is titillatingly creepy with a thousand little threads that weave together in a web to ensnare the reader’s curiosity. The introduction of the story teases a climax that is paid off in full at the end. In addition to the main suspense around “redrum,” the recurring symbol of the wasps stood out to me. The first major supernatural occurrence at the Overlook was the resurrection of the hive, Jack connects the wasp nest with his abusive father and the cycle of trauma, and the entity dying at the end is compared to a swarm. The novel is neatly bookended, starting with Wendy and Danny together in a normal day, and ending with Wendy and Danny together in a new type of normal. I do personally prefer horror stories with hope at the end.

After gaining experience with formulaic mysteries and thrillers—which I do enjoy, don’t get me wrong—I love a suspenseful novel that is not predictable. Despite knowing nothing was going to allow the family to leave the Overlook, there were times I had hope Jack would snap out of it, and I really thought it wouldn’t be possible—but then he did at the very end to complete his goal of saving his family. I could not predict if Dick was going to make it to Colorado and survive to the end of the novel, and that perilous journey up the Rockies in a blizzard may be one of the most harrowing things I’ve ever read—and he fought not only the winter, but racial profiling. Another touch of realism to bring the fear home. I was convinced Wendy and Jack were going to kill each other, but Jack was the only one not to escape the Overlook. The novel kept me guessing and I felt real fear and disgust, especially when the dead woman in the tub was first revealed and when Jack was hunting Wendy in the scene made famous by the movie. A successful horror story indeed. My hope for my own writing is to make a reader feel such raw emotion and concern for a character.

As for criticism, I’m unsure how I felt about the third person omniscient point of view. I believe we needed all the viewpoints offered to get a full picture of the story told, but at times, the perspective seemed to shift midsentence and the style wasn’t the most readable. From a gender lens, something I could’ve gone without was how the novel paused to mention what every woman’s chest felt or looked like. It’s not unexpected for a male author in the seventies but it did take me out of the narrative. If I had a shot every time the word “nipple” appeared, I probably would have about five shots, which is, in my humble opinion, too many for a story without a romantic focus.

If The Shining was written by an unknown author in 2024, I feel like it wouldn’t have been allowed to have such a slow start or have a length of 500 pages. The market has changed since 1977 for an audience with a much shorter attention span. The first page is Jack’s dislike for his new boss. It doesn’t have the hook demanded by modern readers. Yet the first chapter foreshadows the rest of the novel, and right away, we know Jack will try to kill his family like the former caretaker. The narrative may meander at times like a mountain road, but it delivers. King keeps his promises to the audience in The Shining, which is what makes the book and him as an author so successful.

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Grocery Trip

Ship: Jack Torrance x Sweeney Warren ("And They Were Roommates" AU)

Word Count: 1505

Summary: Jack, Sweeney, and Danny go on a trip to the grocery store. CWs for mentions of divorce and custody, mentions of Jack's poor relationship with Wendy, mentions of food, mentions of alcoholism and alcohol, allusions to the incident that led to Jack's sobriety. (Accidentally breaking Danny's arm when he was three)

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Sweeney Warren and his relatively new boyfriend, Jack Torrance, had been going steady for about a year after Jack had become his new roommate. Before that, however, Jack had gone through a divorce with his now ex-wife, Wendy Nobbe, leading to discussions of custody and what was to be done with their young son, Danny. It was clear Wendy held little trust for Jack, no matter how hard he tried to better himself, but in his own self-loathing he agreed that he could only see Daniel on Fridays and Saturdays. Sweeney hadn’t quite grown used to it, having had no direct experience with children before Jack introduced him to Danny, but he tried his hardest to be polite and follow the young boy’s lead.

When Jack had brought Danny to their apartment one evening, Sweeney realized they were in desperate need of groceries.

“Shit. We didn’t go shopping for the kid,” he muttered to Jack in the hall while Danny set off for their living room.

“Welp. Guess we’re going shopping,” Jack shrugged before calling over Sweeney’s shoulder. “Don’t get settled in quite yet, Doc, we’ve got to run a quick errand.”

“But we just got to Sweeney’s apartment.”

“Yeah, I know, buddy, but you want to eat dinner, don’t you?”

“C’mon, I’ll get you a treat if you’re cooperative,” Sweeney added, turning to the boy. This seemed to persuade him, as he quickly went back to the door while Jack put on his boots and a leather jacket. Sweeney followed, slipping on his sneakers and grabbing a notepad and pen from the kitchen to jot down exactly what they needed.

“Everyone ready?” Jack prompted shortly after patting down his pockets to ensure he had his keys and wallet.

“Yep. Ready, Dan?”

Daniel nodded and the three set out into the night, stuffing into Jack’s Volkswagen beetle, once the colour of cherries but looking more rusty and faded nowadays. Sweeney never cared for the car and dreamed of investing in a secondhand hearse, but it wasn’t exactly a realistic goal for the time being. When Doves Cry played softly on the radio, prompting Sweeney to hum along as they passed tall streetlamps. Occasionally he glanced into the backseat, watching Danny watch the other cars on the road with vague curiosity. When they reached the grocery store, Jack wasted no time finding a cart.

“You want to help Sweeney with the list?” He prompted his son, who nodded determinedly. He looked to his boyfriend and smiled. “Lead the way, darling.”

“Alright Danny, the first thing on my list is milk.” They set off for the refrigerated aisle, making Sweeney shiver as Danny opened one of the doors for him.

“Here,” Jack said before he could reach for the milk jug, draping his leather jacket over his shoulders. “You always complain about being cold in stores, I don’t know why you don’t just bring a sweater or something… maybe it’s all a ploy to steal my jackets, now that I think about it.”

“Ah, you’ve caught me,” Sweeney placed a dramatic hand on his forehead and picked up the milk with the other. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Danny’s amused expression and smiled softly to himself. “Yes, tis I, Sweeney Warren, the great jacket thief.”

Jack gasped, matching his energy. “Doc, can you believe that? My boyfriend’s a criminal mastermind! I say we lock him up and throw away the key.”

Danny giggled, closing the refrigerator door.

“You’ll never catch me alive, copper,” Sweeney squeezed Jack’s hand playfully, “hey, Dan, if we move quickly on to the frozen aisle we might be able to leave him in the dust!”

He tapped the boy’s shoulder lightly and set off at a brisk walk to the next aisle with Danny bounding along behind him, still laughing.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, eh?” Jack called after them, pushing the cart along at a leisurely pace and grinning to himself. He was more than happy to see his son and his boyfriend getting along. After all, Sweeney was as much family as Wendy was, in Jack’s opinion. Without Jack’s help, Danny wouldn’t even have existed in the first place. He paused at the end of the aisle, gazing at a six-pack of beer. His battle with alcoholism was ongoing. After an accident involving Danny as a toddler, the incident that convinced Wendy he was a monster undeserving of forgiveness, Jack had determinedly cut back on his alcohol consumption. In fact, he considered himself practically sober. He had only broken his dry spell by drinking himself to sleep on the couch the night Wendy announced she wanted a divorce, and had split a beer with Sweeney when he first moved in…

What really tempted Jack when it came to alcohol was not only the feeling of freedom that came onto him when he drank, but the social aspect of it as well. He used to have drinking buddies. Friends. Friends that goaded him into drinking more. He hadn���t realized he had moved to open the fridge, picked up the six-pack, and dropped it in the cart, until he came around the corner and paused beside his boyfriend and son.

“There you are, I…” Sweeney trailed off, putting a frozen pizza and a box of waffles into the cart, glancing down at the beer. “Jack?”

“Hm?”

Sweeney stepped closer to him, caressing his cheek and speaking deliberately. “Is it a good choice for you to drink around your kid?”

The words shocked him into the present, making his hair stand on end. “Fuck… I-I’m sorry…”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll put it back. You’re okay.” Sweeney looked over his shoulder, “Danny, help your father find the cereal aisle, I’ll join you in a second.”

He tenderly bumped his forehead against his boyfriend’s and retrieved the six-pack from the cart, returning it to the refrigerator aisle. Jack watched him go, despite Danny’s nonverbal insistence that they do as instructed, gently tugging on the front of the cart. This is how he knew Sweeney was truly the one for him. He didn’t snap at him like Wendy might’ve, or suggested that he was devolving back to his old ways. He simply reminded Jack that he had choices, and his choices had outcomes. It was up to him to decide what outcome he wanted. And what he wanted was a nice night with his boyfriend and son. Sober.

“Dad…”

“I’m here, Doc. Cereal aisle, right?” Jack followed Danny through the rows of shelves until they reached it, soon joined by Sweeney.

“What kind of cereal does Wendy let him have? No, scratch that, hey, Danny, what kind of cereal do you like?”

Danny eagerly handed Sweeny a box of Cocoa Pebbles.

“Excellent choice. We won’t tell your mother,” Sweeney winked and placed it in the cart. “Do you like to watch The Flintstones?”

Danny nodded. “My favourite is Dino.”

“He’s funny, isn’t he? We need to pick up some coffee next, y’know you’re dad can’t function in the morning without it.”

Jack rolled his eyes, smiling. Once the cart was fully stocked up, they began to approach the registers.

“Do I get a treat?” Danny asked.

“I think so. You’ve done very well. Jack, what say you?”

Jack nodded. “I second that. Go ahead and pick out something nice, Doc. But no gum, alright?”

The young boy rushed forward to examine the shelves of candy just before check-out. Jack and Sweeney watched him, side-by-side.

“What’s it like, being a dad?” Sweeney asked.

“Hey, you’re getting your free trial right now,” Jack responded, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Well, it’s not this easy all the time but Wendy and I… ah, we got lucky with Danny. Sure, sometimes I think he’s a little spacey, but he’s a good kid. I’m proud that he’s mine. And hey, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to call him yours, too.”

“You mean, you think he’ll call me ‘dad’ someday?”

“Or some equivalent. Why not? I don’t foresee us breaking up anytime soon… right?” He pressed his nose against his boyfriend’s.

“‘Course not…” Sweeney’s eyelids fluttered. As they were about to pull into a kiss, Danny tugged on Jack’s jacket, still settled on Sweeney’s shoulders. He held up a Snickers as the two men pulled away from each other.

“Add it to the cart,” Jack instructed patiently, smirking at the flush on Sweeney’s cheeks. Even though this particular trip to the grocery store had not been much of a hassle, it was a relief to get back into the car knowing they’d be returning home with food waiting to be cooked.

“You know, there’s a video rental place not far from our apartment. You want me to skip down there while the pizza’s cooking?” Jack asked lowly, hoping to surprise Danny with a fun movie.

“That sounds fantastic, Jack. I don’t really have the energy for games so anything that’ll maybe ease Dan into bed works for me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jack.”

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Hi, really love your writing. 🙈😺🎇 for Dan Torrance?

A/N: Thank you so much nonnie!!! Man Danny doesn't get nearly enough love also so thank you!

DAN TORRANCE SMUT HEADCANONS (18+)

😺 how they eat the pussy ... like a man starved, honestly. He will literally bury his face in your folds, sucking and licking your clit and prodding your soft walls with his fingers until his jaw is sore and he's out of breath, and his face all wet and shiny from your slick. He never realized how much he actually enjoyed this but when it's with you he really can't get enough especially of listening to your whimpering moans and how you run your hands through his hair as he does it so affectionately.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for He wants you to finger him and milk his prostate. Look, he's bi, and he has gotten lots of strange glances from dive-bar hookups before when he's asked for the same, so with those kinds of experiences under his belt it makes him really shy to ask now. For a while before he got sober, he just never asked at all anymore after a handfull of those bad experiences. But with you, he feels safer. He knows you're much kinder than the others who were... not gonna sugar coat it, pretty horrible to him about it in the past, but he's still a little shy about it nonetheless. It makes it all worth it when you meet the question gently and with understanding, and if you even say yes? Oh he's fucking ELATED that he was right.

🎇 orgasm headcanon He's kinda really cute when he finally cums, he'll suddenly clings to you as he moans loud and long, and with a sudden final jolt lets go, and his cum sprays (quite powerfully, I might add. He could be a contender for the world record for distance to be honest) wherever it may fall. He prefers inside you, though, and he won't want to leave your warmth for a little while after either, just savoring the closeness of all this with you.

SMUT EMOJI PROMPTS

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Blow Me One More Kiss - Rose The Hat/Wendy Torrance

A/N: Fic 5/30 for my 5x5 @julybreakbingo Card with Alts. This is the end of the Alts.

Fives Kisses Rose Gave Wendy:      Kiss One – Apologetic Kiss:      The very first kiss Rose gives Wendy is gentle, an apology for leaving her so long to suffer at Jack’s hands. She had wanted Danny for his shine, his natural ability would keep her alive, but as their lips meet, Wendy seems to shimmer in the light, the gentleness of the kiss tingles with the shared power.       Kiss Two – Hungry Kiss:    She’s weak the second time she kisses Wendy. Hungry for either food or shine, if not both. She had kept her promise not to kill but now she was fading from hunger. The kiss is hungry, passionate with rough need and Wendy barely swallows down the whine that escapes her.     Kiss Three – Tired Kiss:    Rose doesn’t rest, she’s always been honest with Wendy about that, but that doesn’t stop her getting tired. She gets tired more easily now she doesn’t feed as deeply, although as she settles beside Wendy on the bed, seeking her lips, she feels the tiredness lift with the depth of Wendy’s love. The shine seems to double, triple possibly, the want and need shared for once.     Kiss Four – Proposal Kiss:    She proposes four months after she first chased Danny home. She proposes when she finds Wendy alone, arms wrapped around herself as she paces. The fight she’s had with Danny hurt her, Rose can see that, so she proposes, softly, honestly, giving the woman a real chance to hurt her. Wendy agrees to marriage instead and Rose kisses her hard enough that both come away breathless.     Kiss Five – Wedding Kiss:    The kiss they share at the wedding is soft, careful to hide the truth of Wendy’s shine, Rose using what little new skill she’s learnt to shelter the woman she loves. She hasn’t killed in a year, she hasn’t starved, instead she’s bloomed.      One Kiss Wendy Gave Rose:      Kiss Six – Revelation Kiss:    Both Rose and Wendy had known that their marriage might lead to something unusual, neither sure what that might be, now, as Rose’s hand presses to the soft curve of Wendy’s stomach, eyes wide with surprise, Wendy kisses her, soft but firm, demandingly loving.     “We’re...”    “Yeah... We are.”    Tears threaten to fall and Wendy kisses her again, stroking her cheek softly.    “Guess the Shine knew you needed a better way to feed, feed on love, feed from your wife and daughter who adore you.” 

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Doctor Sleep (2019)

Doctor Sleep is a sequel to The Shining 40+ years in the making. Taking its cues from the follow-up novel by Stephen King and the Stanley Kubrick classic, it’s a different but robust sequel nonetheless. Rather than try and recreate what worked about the first film (an impossible task, the 1977 horror classic is a one-in-a-million kind of movie), it tells its own story while paying homage to its predecessor and giving the fans what they want to see. Yes, it’s long at 152 but there’s an even longer director’s cut I’d love to visit sometime.

31 years after escaping the Overlook Hotel, Dan "Danny" Torrance (Ewan McGregor) is haunted by childhood trauma and struggles with alcoholism. When a young telepathic girl named Abra Stone (Kyliegh Curran) reaches out to warn him of a group who “Shine” and feed upon people with psychic abilities, he chooses to work with her to stop them.

Unlike The Shining, Doctor Sleep isn’t a horror movie. It’s more of a drama/thriller, with action-y bits coming in the later half and some horror sprinkled on top. For a good chunk of the story, we’re following a traumatized, ruined Danny Torrance trying his best to hold at bay the lingering ghosts of the Overlook Hotel while getting over his addiction, finding his place in the world and befriending Abra. There’s a lot of great material as Danny talks to his AA group about the way he relates to his father more than ever now that he is also a prisoner of the “demon in a bottle”. The way he and Abra’s childhoods differ make for great character-based moments.

And then come Rose the Hat (Rebecca Ferguson) and the members of the True Knot cult. If there’s one area where the film bites off more than it can chew, it’s with the villains. There are too many of them and several wind up being nothing more than generic baddies but otherwise, they’re the kind of villains you love to hate. As Rose the Hat puts it, the “steam” they steal from other shiners tastes best when the victim is young, terrified and in pain. If seeing kids die is something you can’t handle, know that writer/director Mike Flanagan has no mercy regardless of his characters' age.

The members of the True Knot gang who are fleshed out make for great, complex characters. One of the best examples is Snakebite Andi (Emily Alyn Lind). Under normal circumstances, she would be heroic but when she joins a group of psychic vampires who prey on children just so they can expand their lifespans… the support your initially support for her evaporates. These vampires act high and mighty but when it comes down to it, they’re just as prone to petty emotions as the rest of us, which makes every victory Dan and Abra score feel extra good.

So far, none of this sounds anything like The Shining. Psychic vampires? That’s far removed from a haunted hotel. You’re right, but Doctor Sleep makes it fit. It isn’t merely people that can shine; it’s the dead - such as the ghost from Room 237 - and places - like the Overlook - too. What we thought was a haunted building is actually much more and if that makes you wish we could get just one more look at that iconic location, the film obliges. This is where it feels most fanboy-ish, as we get pretty much every single prop and shot recreated: the blood flowing from the elevator, the twins, the tricycle down those corridors with the weird carpet, etc. Before we start docking points, however. I’d like to see anyone who didn’t want - even a little bit - to see the Overlook again. That's what I thought.

What makes these references and recreations work is how well they’re done. We see Dan confront Lloyd (Henry Thomas), who says he’s merely the Overlook's bartender but looks strikingly like Jack Nicholson. It isn’t an exact match (obviously) but even this inconsistency works. It’s a twisted memory, a ghost held captive by the Overlook looking to use a familiar image against the now grown boy who narrowly escaped its clutches years ago. The resemblance is so uncanny and the flashback and callback scenes so well done (Alex Essoe does a spot-on impersonation of Shelley Duvall) they don’t feel self-indulgent.

While we didn’t need Doctor Sleep, Stephen King felt the characters were worth returning to. Based on this effort, it’s hard to disagree. This sequel is telling its own story AND giving us more of what we enjoyed before. The performances are strong, the characters compelling and the callbacks are so well done that it makes the overlong running time feel… merely long. (December 17, 2021)

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Danny Torrance StimBoard — I wanna rewatch Dr sleep so bad

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GUYS!!

Did I ever tell you about how I love the 1998 Miniseries "Stephen King's : The Shining" ?

It's so good!

I know a lot of people say that the book version of the shining isn't that great and that the 1980 Stanley Kubrick movie is the best adaptation of the story, but personally I disagree. Sure, the 1980 movie is great and is a genuinely good scary movie, but the backstories of the characters are practically erased to make room for the scary factors. Really large parts of the plot are rewritten as well. I think the book was great, and the miniseries is so much closer to the book plot wise, character-castings wise AND setting wise. The ending of the book and miniseries is 1000% better than the 1980's one was. ⚠ Spoilers Below ⚠ check the miniseries out on Internet Archive, the book on Libby or at the library and the 1980 movie on Vudu or else where!

In the book and miniseries Jack Torrance still has some chance at redemption, even from the beginning. Sure, the first sentence of the book is him calling his employer a prick, but that's because he was being pretty rude and picky. One of my favorite things about the book/miniseries is the croquet mallet. I don't know why but it's just so much more silly and cool than the boring axe. Croquet Mallet my beloved <3. Jack's internal conflict with his dad and alcohol problems, etc. are also really intresting to watch. The scrapbook explaining the hotel's history was very important to the whole plot, because it explained the whole reason Jack went over his breaking point, but the 1980 movie just deleted that whole post point, which is very annoying. Danny's "imaginary friend" Tony is never explained in the 1980 movie, but turns out to be Danny's older self somehow talking to him in the miniseries. I'm not sure if it says Tony was older Danny or not in the book. I'm biased but Jack Torrance is %1000000 more silly in the miniseries. I know it's controversial and that he's kind of a terrible person but he's just a silly guy when he's not trying to kill his family. The party guests... now that's a whole nother story. Wolfman is certainly an intresting character, but is clearly a scare factor. For context, Wolfman is a party guest in a wolf mask and tail that scares Danny a lot. Instead of a hedge maze, which is no where to be found in the book or miniseries, there a hedge animals, which come to life and attack Jack, Danny, and Mr. Halloran. Jack is writing a play, much like in the 1980 movie, called "The Little School" I'm not sure how much the plot of it is described in the book. Also, Jack was a teacher at a school before he was the caretaker at The Over look. I say *was* because he was fired and fighting a student in the parking lot (the student *did* slash his tires but that not and excuse ;-;) he was an English teacher and the sponsor for the speech and debate club. Wendy, now Wendy is just a silly lil gal. She's trying her best to just get by and she is just not doing to great. Obv she doesn't trust Jack with Danny too often bc Jack broke Danny's fucking arm (not *really* on purpose but he was still drunk blah blah blah) and Wendy still has her knife in the book & miniseries. She hits Jack over the head with a croquet ball instead of a bat, but croquet balls are pretty heavy so it did as much damage. Going back to Jack's problem with his dad I mentioned earlier. We find out through the book that Jack's dad wasn't the best of guys, if you catch my drift, but I think Jack still tried to impress him before he died and all. Because the hotel is rather off grid, located in the mountains, the Torrance family's only mode of communication is a CRT Radio. The hotel makes Jack hallucinate that his dad's voice is coming from the radio and that he's saying Jack is weak etc. Etc. Jack is having a pretty much mental breakdown and responds with " you're supposed to be dead! Stay Dead!" Before smashing the CRT radio with the previously mentioned croquet mallet. This cuts off the Torrance family's communication but it is also a very intriguing scene to watch. OMFG <- I just realized something.

So, the whole scene in room 217 (in the 1980 movie its a different number but I'm too lazy to look it up) Danny is strangled by the ghost/poltergeist of the lady who died in that room. So obv Danny has bruises on his neck. Jack is yelling at him from down stairs because Danny stole the room key and he wasn't supposed to do that. Cue Wendy running and and both her and Jack run up to get Danny. Once Wendy gets to Danny and sees his bruises, she immediately accused Jack of doing it. Later in the living room/common room/ whatever room Danny is still in major shock from being strangled obv and Wendy is kind of rocking him back and forth. Suddenly Danny snaps out of his trance and starts yelling "It was her it was her!" (Refering to the lady in room 217) but since he was in Wendy's lap and jumps out and runs over to Jack. Jack notices a lipstick mark on Danny's cheek (again, from the lady in room 217) and immediately turns to Wendy and asks if she did it. THIS IS WHERE MY AU COMES IN. I PRESENT...

The Role Swap AU: The Shining Edition

Wendy is the one to go insane because of her anxiety instead of Jack w/ his alcoholism.

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Be Trans, Throw Hands!

Decided to throw together this fic, haven’t written any in three months.

*Disclaimer I’m not a trans girl so I hope that my portrayals of trans women are accurate (for Wendy and Ashley). Also I think that “housekeeping” ‘s treatment of trans girls is muy aborrecible!

Also trigger warning for dysphoria, needles, transphobia, Catholic trauma, slurs and implied suicide. If those will upset you, don’t read, your mental health is more important than fanfic!

5 of the Devil’s Flight kids and gender.

5. Wendy knows she isn’t like the other boys, because she never was one.

From a young age, she kicked and cried whenever her parents gave her Spider-Man underwear or tried to put her in a suit when Thanksgiving or Christmas come, insisting that she didn’t like it and that she felt wrong. She could never put a name on that feeling, only that she had it.

“¿Que pasa?” Her mom asks when they’re in a Macy’s dressing room, having to calm her down after Wendy ran out of the boys section crying.

Wendy shrugs. “Simplemente no quiero.”

And with that, mom rolls her eyes subtly and buys the least decorated pair of underwear.

Wendy looks at the pack when in the privacy of her room, studies the comfort level of them and quickly deduces that boxers suck. Briefs are nice, but they could be better.

Wendy spends the rest of the evening on the computer looking for drawers that would fit her right.

‘No’ becomes her favorite word she mutters while browsing, trying to look at the images and not what looks back in the reflection.

Eventually she ends up on the Victoria’s Secret website, just to see if there’s anything good, not for anything else. Not like how the boys (especially Frankie, an 8th grader she knows) go on there to jeer and act gross during computer time.

The Angels are beautiful, all tall and giving “you know you want me” smiles at whoever looks at them. They model all types of underwear Wendy’s never heard of, and she gazes at one of them for a little too long, a brunette named Sarah with a blonde streak at the front like she has. She looks so confident. Why can’t Wendy look like that? Does she want Sarah?

Or does she wanna be Sarah?

The answer comes to her a few days later, when she and Julie are watching The Shining. Wendy likes it, it’s so pretty, and the set design is something she could drone on about. But what she likes most of all is the characters; Jack Torrance who slowly goes insane due to the supernatural forces of the Overlook Hotel, poor Danny Torrance who deals with ghosts and Tony who lives in his mouth (the little goth girl who lives up the hill says Tony might be a metaphor for some mental illness, but when she tried to explain some boys called her a real mean name so she punched him) and poor Wendy Torrance, who has to deal with both on top of Jack’s verbal abuse.

As Jack Torrance freezes to death in the snow, Wendy can’t help but feel. Not for Jack, nonono, but for Wendy—Onscreen. She’s trapped in a prison of Jack’s making, and she doubts herself as the cold winter months drag on. Kind of how Real Wendy feels, except she’s trapped in her mind, a horror movie she can never escape from.

Real Wendy repeats the name—it means ‘friend’ apparently, over and over, rolls it around on her tongue til it sticks in her mouth and clicks in her mind.

I’m Wendy.

She rushes to her parents room, before stopping. She’s heard about people who think they’re Jacks instead of Wendys, or Wendys instead of Jacks, and it’s not good. It rarely turns out good, as evidenced by the forums she’s read for the past week. She thinks back to the boy from next door, who confided in her a few weeks ago about how he hated his long hair and heavy boobs and wide hips and how he was gonna tell his parents how he felt.

They exploded on him and sent him away, and Wendy hasn’t seen him since.

“Are you okay honey?” Her dad asks, and she realizes she’s been standing in the doorway for the last five minutes. Ah.

Okay, she thinks. I’m gonna tell mom and dad how I feel, and hopefully they under-

Her mouth opens before her mind can finish. “I’m Wendy now. I think. I just never—” she swallows. “Felt right being my old name, ever. Please don’t kick me out, please.”

Wendy’s father stands up, walks toward her, and wraps his arms around her.

“I’m glad you told me, sweetie. We’d never kick you out,” dad says. “Right Maria?”

“Never,” says mom, when’d she get here?

She tells Julie a few weeks later, and her response is typical: a shrug, and then she skips off.

Better than nothing.

4. In the next house over, things weren’t so lucky.

The Wises are a very traditional family.

Clara Wise is a homemaker, all Lucy pin-curls and Ponds Cold Cream and “Did you hear that so-and-so’s daughter got pregnant? How trashy!” Robert Wise is a smoking pipe with legs, all golf and “This generation is heading down a dark path. Don’t become one of those whores, Jason. Do you hear?”

Jason’s parents are a little bit older than the other parents, well into their twenties when the others were in middle or high school, so maybe that’s why they feel this way.

It doesn’t hurt any less when they speak about certain things. They hate almost everything, Jason keeps a list in his diary: Abercrombie & Fitch, Violent video games, immigrants (the ones from Yugoslavia are okay, everyone else can suck it in his parent’s eyes), Pokémon, MTV, R&B, the list goes on.

They especially hate gay people and anything to do with them. “It’s a sin,” his mom says. “I don’t want that shit around my family,” his dad barks.

Jason thinks this is bullshit. God made everyone the way they were, and if She made a man to like another man, or a woman to like another woman, then so be it. The same goes for men who want to be women and women who want to be men and recently he’s heard about other genders and that piques his interest.

It distracts him from the way jeans fit way too tight around his legs, the way his shirts strain against her chest, no matter what color he wears. “Black is slimming!” Whoever said that is a liar. A filthy liar and Jason wants them to choke.

One day when his mother lets him out, he overhears a conversation in the convenience store. Part of Jason thinks gossip is a sin, but then he remembers that if that were true, all the tabloids would burst into flames.

“I heard that weirdo chick, you know the one that hangs with the…whatever from on top the hill and shit, is a boy,” says one girl from church. There’s a gasp.

“No way. How could she be a boy? I thought she was a dyke,” another church girl says.

“Well apparently she’s a transvestite and a dyke. Pick a struggle. You either wanna prey on girls or you wanna act tough. She’s all talk,” the first girl says.

Jason runs into the first aid isle before he can hear anymore. How mean can someone be, not only to speculate on other peoples lives but to then make fun of them after words?

He closes his eyes, praying those girls see the light, and opens them to see rows of compression bandages in front of him. Immediately he thinks of Mulan, and how she bound her breasts and cut her hair to look like a boy. Mom and dad turned up their noses at this, before Jason reminded them that it was so she could help her country. They’d been pleased that it was for the military, and watched the rest of the movie with smiles on their faces.

Where was he again? Oh, right.

Jason looks at a box of bandages, sees that they’re only three dollars, and checks the amount he has—just enough, and smiles. And enough left over to buy a new hair clip.

He buys the bandages and clip, disposing of the evidence in a trash can and stuffing them in his skirt pocket.

After biking home, Jason kicks off his shoes, bolts upstairs and into the bathroom, ripping off his dress and sweater and looking at himself in the mirror. He grabs the bandages, holding one end to one side of his chest. It shouldn’t be too hard to do this. Dad taught him how to wrap one of these when he hurt his wrist two summers ago, when he was 10. How hard is it to wrap breasts?

Very. It takes Jason over 10 minutes to properly strap them down, and he can hardly breathe for a minute, but after a few seconds he’s right as rain. He puts pack on his clothes, sliding into his room and checking himself out in the mirror.

There's nothing. He’s completely flat.

Jason walks around like this for a few days, and mom and dad don’t even notice. They never notice. How the hell is he invisible in a house with three people?

He addresses his grievances with Wendy over ice cream in the backyard, the latter watching over Julie as the young girl plays with her dolls in the grass.

“I feel the same way too. I told my parents, and they accept me,” Wendy says, licking her ice cream. “Not too sure how yours would react. Have they said anything about transgender people?”

Jason shrugs. “I don’t know. They only focus on gay people.”

“Well if the way they talk about gay people is bad, that gives you an indication as to how they feel about transgender people. As above, so below, you feel me?” Wendy explains.

He sighs. “But I…I…”

“You wish they’d be more accepting?”

“Yeah.”

Wendy relaxes further in her chair. “I know.”

They sit in silence until the sun sets and Jason has to go home, forlornly waving at Wendy.

He enters the home to find his parents in the family room, faces grim. And a notebook sitting on the coffee table. His diary.

Fuck him gently with a chainsaw.

The next 3 hours are a blur of both of them yelling, him screaming and his heart working over time. Jason doesn’t remember anything but one line from his mother, the woman who’s supposed to always love him, soror mea, the whole she-bang:

“You’re not my son, but you sure as hell aren’t my daughter either!”

It felt as if his heart had ripped from his chest, torn up into pieces and lit on fire. Then ran over with an 18 wheeler for kicks.

And suddenly he finds himself being dragged out of the house, a small bag being tossed at him.

“You’re staying with your uncle in the town over. He’ll straighten you out, see how much you like that little lifestyle of yours in 3 months,” his father spits at him.

And as uncle Claude’s beat up truck drives further and further out of McKinley, Jason can only pray God loves him enough to help him.

3. Before settling on her current name, Ashley briefly thought of the name Clover. They’re a symbol of fortune, and of good luck. Something not everyone else has when it comes to being trans.

Despite her carefully crafted valley girl image, Ashley is acutely aware of the realities girls like her face. One of her online friends came out to her parents, and suddenly she went dark. That was in January, and it’s June now. She knows what that means.

Her parents can afford everything for Ashley, and she knows this. Puberty blockers, new clothes and voice training are all readily available. And oh, the shame she feels when her mother takes her to PINK. The guilt she feels when she steps into the clinic to do voice training and the sinfulness she feels when her parents shower her in compliments.

Sometimes, with month long breaks in between, Ashley will cry herself to sleep over the girls like her who can’t afford estrogen, or pretty underwear, or voice training. She sees them in the forums and AngelFire websites, spilling out their hearts to hundreds of faceless people about how they’ll never feel girlish enough, how they cry when they run out of estrogen and the pharmacist doesn’t refill it.

Ashley wants to reach through the screen and wrap her arms tight around her sisters, whispering reassurances and complimenting them. She can’t exactly mail estrogen or wigs to the girls; but she can only hope her words are enough.

Instead, she helps the girl in her class with her hair and makeup, refers her to the clinic where she does voice training and tells her doctor to not charge the family too much, and becomes her personal cheerleader throughout their friendship.

She (the girl) blossoms. From a bud to a flower, Ashley is glad that she can help at least one girl in her life time.

It doesn’t even bother her when she looks in the mirror and breaks down sometimes, collapsing to the ground and clawing at her face, not wanting to look at her face. Oh, her face.

She’s fine, though. It’s just her being over dramatic, like always.

Her parents come into her room, asking if she’s okay, and every time, blinking away the tears, Ashley gives the same answer.

“I’m fine, really!” Same response every time. She never says her real feelings, never to anyone, never wanting to be ungrateful.

So every time she feels the way she does, Ashley writes in her diary, tears out the page, sets it ablaze and lets the bits that remain fly into the night.

2. For as much as Ian is strong mentally, he’s a big chicken when it comes certain things. Roaches, blood, and most importantly needles.

He supposes it all comes from the time a doctor fucked up putting a needle on his arm when he was eight, causing massive bruising on his arm and leaving him with a lifetime of fear. And he’d be content with never touching a hypodermic needle ever again.

If it weren’t for the fact that they’re required to inject T and the local pharmacy doesn’t carry gel.

Ian holds the needle above his leg, attempting to hype himself up to just inject the damn thing.

“C’mon, you’ve got this. You didn’t go through tuberculosis, fall out of a window and almost drown just to be scared of a damn needle,” he says to himself, hand shaking. He sets the syringe on the sink across from him, taking a few breaths and staring at the ceiling above him.

Eventually after ten minutes, Ian swallows his pride and calls out for his mother.

“Mama, can you help?” He asks, hoping he’s loud enough for her to hear.

She comes in soon enough, sitting on the edge of the tub with Ian and asking him what’s wrong. He tells her.

“Oh, is this because of when you were eight?” She asks him. He nods.

“I’m grown, I don’t know why I’m freaking out about this shit!” Ian exclaims, pulling his legs to his chest. His mother laughs.

“Well you’re 14, so I don’t know how you jumped to being so grown up all of a sudden. But it’s okay to be scared of a needle,” she says, reaching across the bathroom to grab the needle. “I’m scared of them, and I’m 43!”

“But you work with them,” is Ian’s response.

His mother laughs. “Well the people I stick them with aren’t necessarily alive,” she says. “And I finished the shot. You’re good to go.”

He stands up, hugs her, and looks away while she disposes of the needle, willing himself to not faint.

1. Erin knows she’s a bit strange. She walks on the tips of her toes like she’s floating on air, hums a different song to whatever plays on the radio, and sees and hears things the others swear they can’t. And she knows she holds some ideas that mainstream society doesn’t like, like how a woman should serve herself before her husband (if she’s got one), that marriage and children aren’t the only way for women to be fulfilled, and that men and women aren’t the only concepts, both when it comes to gender and sex.

The last part gets Erin in the most arguments, even when she pulls out undeniable proof that third genders exist, people roll their eyes and dismiss her.

She vents and argues to forums online, trying to see if anyone shares her sentiment. They normally don’t, and one day, in the middle of April, someone asks her a question on AIM.

Why do you care about any of this? He asks, and Erin wonders. She wonders all the way from the library where she talked with the guy to the bus stop to home. Mamí and papa notice her wondering.

“¿Que pasa?” Mamí asks as she puts away the dishes after dinner and dad gets her sisters ready for bed.

Erin looks up from the floor from her place at the kitchen table. “Huh? Nada mamí. It’s..nothing,” she says, watching from the back kitchen door as a car passes through the neighborhood.

Mamí shrugs. “Well if it’s nothing, you mind helping me load up the dishwasher?” Erin agrees.

She’s still hung up on the question a week later, so she calls up the one person she knows probably has some expertise on the subject.

“So you talked with the guy on AIM about other genders, he asked why you care so much, and then you went home,” Lara from Philly says, swinging higher in the park, feet touching the trees. Erin nods, sitting still on her swing.

“So if there was no flame war or any threats of doxxing being thrown your way…why are you still hung up on it a week later?” They ask, leaning backwards.

Erin thinks for a bit. Why does she care? She gains no money from defending the concept of third genders, it’s not like anyone she knows is one, so what could be the other option?

“I…don’t know. I guess it’s cause seeing people bash on others…makes me real pissed,” she says.

Lara comes back down, blowing some blonde hair out their face. “I think it might have something to do with you,” they say, poking a finger into Erin’s chest. They dig around in their overly decorated messenger bag, pulling out a book and handing it to her. Erin studies the cover, two blurry men edited in pink and blue.

“Me?” She asks Lara.

“It’s obvious that this is more personal than you realize,” they reply, getting off the swing.

Erin blinks. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Lara starts to walk. “Just read the damn book! And keep it when you’re done!” They call over their shoulder as they head to the bus station.

She takes the advice to heart, reading it the minute she gets home. There’s talk of trans women and men and one other term Erin hasn’t heard before.

Non-binary. People who aren’t men or women but neither. Her mind immediately goes to rockstars of the seventies, then to seventies movies, and then to Dr. Frank-N-Furter. When she first watched Rocky Horror as a kid; around the corner when she was supposed to be asleep, she was always confused whenever they came on screen. They had a deep voice like her father, yet they dressed in heels and stockings like her mamí during Christmas and Three Kings Day.

Now Erin’s realizing that Sherman and O’Brien might’ve been onto something in 1975, if unknowingly. And now she’s realizing stuff about herself too.

So she does what she always does when it comes to her emotions, she writes a poem.

Erin trudges out into the backyard with a paper and pen in hand, sitting on the ground and watching as her skirt spreads around her. She copies the chirps of the birds as she writes.

Not Girl, Not Boy, A Secret Third Thing

By Erin Ulmer

My gender identity is whatever I want it to be

My gender is whatever

It changes with the weather

I want to be a lady, tall and fair

Extra large boobs and long flowing hair

But also a man, big and strong

A sense of machismo

No one to tell me I’m wrong

At times I feel pretty, and at times I feel tall

And sometimes I feel like I’m nothing at all

She folds the piece of paper once, then another time, then sticks it in the book Lara gave them, and puts that book on a shelf, just hoping their parents don’t notice.

@brains4ne @cinemagh0ul @whatsaudreythinkingabout @kymyit @xxbatmanb3y0ndxx @w3ndyslvrr @seikointelli

[iamtaran]

WIP Title Game! oh good lord

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

thanks @allyunabridged for the tag! Lmao I stared down the barrel of not one, but two google drives to gather these and all I can say is

😬

IN AN ORDER ONLY THE GODS UNDERSTAND:

The Twilit Gate (BG3, when in want of more fey bullshit in your BG3, do it yourself!!! TavxAstarionxGalexliterally everyone i'm gay alright???)

Island (The Guest/손 AU, horror and survivalism; Hwa Pyung, Choi Yoon, and Gil Young follow Park Hong Joo's and Park Il Do's machinations out to open sea, to an island with long forgotten history where the real struggle for survival begins.)

But For Grace (SW:Preq's, modern-character in GFFA aka "what to do when you accidentally change things and the Chosen One dies?", started as a silly question but now I'm committed; Qui-Gon Jinn lives; what would happen in a galaxy without Anakin Skywalker?)

The Mage's War (DA2 + DA:I, what if Bethany Hawke was the Herald, Modern/Avvar OC, playing Fade chicken with the Dread Wolf nbd, put on my tinfoil hat for this one re: the Fade, the Abyss/Void, Forgotten Ones, etc.)

In God's Eye (Vampyr, human!Jonathan, ekon!McCullum, Mary lives, I'm a hobby WWI & Spanish Flu researcher so hold your britches I have FEELINGS)

For Want Of Two (Vampyr, wanted more mythological beings & nemrod lore so I'll do it myself gdi, put-that-thing-back-where-you-found-it-or-so-help-me-god.gif ; JxMcCxOC)

Lights All Hung On Nothing (Star Wars Preq's to Clone Wars era, modern-character-in-SW with a big twist, Force + time fuckery, Ani + Obi focus, the butterfly effect changes everything)

The 72nd Cycle (SW: Mandalorian, AU - Grogu is not the only Force sensitive prisoner Gideon had captured. Without room in his ship for multiple students, Luke tags along, not expecting the sad Mando's ride Boba Fett (w h a t) to show up and offer the poor guy use of his bacta tank; well, soon-to-be-his. He just has to kill its current owner, Bib Fortuna, first. You know. On Tatooine(WHAT!!). Meanwhile, on Tattooine: Cobb Vanth gets the nagging feeling his life is about to become much more stressful.)

A Heavy Thing (KOTOR, amnesiac Revan works a shitty food service job on Taris and definitely isn't a Jedi/Sith/Soldier, I mean, clearly. Slice of life becomes tragedy becomes adventure becomes mystery becomes ??? RevanxCanderousxCarth DON'T LOOK AT ME)

Life, Happening (The Shining/Doctor Sleep introspective piece on Danny Torrance, life & death, what it means to be gone, and not gone.)

Led To Water (Mandalorian, Din takes off the armor having broken his Creed and, unsure what to do next, returns to Kuiil's homestead to brood and sweat manfully through his existential crisis; his friends help him through it.)

Mando'ad'ika (Mandalorian/Original SW movies, The Mandalorian is taken into custody and now Leia has to deal with a sweet but stressed frog lady, a green gremlin with too much Force power, and this intimidating tin can who won't budge. Since Han laughed at her, she decides to make it his problem, too.)

Time Travel, & Other Ways To Die (Mandalorian/SW:Bounty Hunter video game, Din & Jango centric, whilst trying to get to Grogu on his magical big rock, Din & Grogu end up chucked through time onto an outlaw space station. Jango Fett's no good very bad day begins. Coincidentally, it coincides with Din Djarin's SUPER no good very bad day. They most assuredly do not bond over this.)

I am, or was. (Dragon Age: Inquisition, a spirit takes an interest in Solas after he helps it in the Fallow Mire and begins following him around like a lost puppy. Which would be cute, if it weren't possessing more and more alarming vessels to do so. The Andrastians are starting to get a bit twitchy.)

Rookie, Shiny, Soldier, Spy (Mandalorian/Clone Wars, Din Djarin accidental time travel into the Clone Wars AU. Caught without his 'gam on a battle field and forced once again to wear trooper armor, he is Not Impressed--and why do all these guys look like Boba?)

This Prodigal Son (Hades/Dragon Age: Inq, Zagreus goes through the wrong Chaos portal. Magister Alexius finds a powerful spirit in the Fade and, as is his way, decides fuck it, we ball. Also his way, it doesn't go very well for him.)

Send me a title via ask and I'll post my favorite bit I've currently written!

Lmao this was wild to throw together given how many WIPs of age past are staring me down; these are just all the recents. Go ahead and chuck some WIPs out there if you're interested @singoallala @narwhalninja @mauverawrites @in-a-trans-like-state @terresdebrume and @jackironsides ! And if you don't/aren't currently writing, everyone loves to see the pet tax paid C:

[fluentmoviequoter]

Dalton is an art major and we don't know much about his other interests, but I think his favorite book would be The Shining by Stephen King. He would have a battered paperback hidden in his things, the spine cracked in a dozen different places, annotations ranging from years to days old (his views of the book have changed as he changes), and marks that look suspiciously like tear stains. Even if art is his thing and he doesn’t read much, The Shining made an impact because he sees himself in it.

With every word he reads, Dalton sees more and more of himself in Danny. A little boy with big powers that he doesn’t understand and can’t control. Danny's relationships in the book allow Dalton to further relate to him.

The character of Jack and his treatment of Danny remind Dalton of his memories with his dad. After remembering the truth of his coma, Dalton connects the events of Jack trying to kill Danny and Josh trying to kill him. I don’t think Dalton would be good at talking about his feelings or relationship with his dad; the story of the Torrance family at the Overlook gives Dalton more insight than he ever expected.

Like Wendy, Renai placed herself between her husband and her kids, turning her back on the man she loves to save the people and the life he threatens. She doesn’t care what she has to do or what happens to her as long as her children are safe.

The first few times he read the book, the ending bothered him; he didn’t want to accept he would lose his dad completely to be free from a generational/geographical curse. After the events of The Red Door, he understands that his dad had to die to something more powerful than himself. His dad was willing to sacrifice himself, dying to the power of the Further and the life he thought he wanted. The dad Dalton knew never escaped the Further, and the man that came out - a hypothetical symbolic of Jack leaving the Overlook with Danny and Wendy - is ready to fight for his family, making for a much better resolution than the Torrances'.

Dalton tries to forgive his dad, aiming to be like Danny, who kisses his dad’s bloody hand and tells him, “It’s almost over,” as he refuses to leave his side. Seeing Josh after he escaped the Further, Dalton gets to experience something that Danny doesn’t: resolution with his dad by his side.

Dalton likes The Shining because it’s like his childhood. Dalton loves The Shining because he made a better ending.

[sherlocksbag-of-thumbs]

I noticed something when I watched The Shining yesterday.

(Spoiler?) When Wendy and Danny are walking with Mr. Hollorann, he says “Mrs. Torrance, your husband introduced you as Winifred. Now, are you a Winnie or a Freddie?” Wendy replies “I’m a Wendy”

In Hannibal, Hannibal has invited Jack and his wife over for dinner. Hannibal asks Bella “Mrs. Crawford, your husband introduced you as Bella. Now, are you an Isabelle or an Annabelle?” To which she replies “I’m a Phyllis”.

(Jack Crawford and Jack Torrance… just noticed they have the same name.)

I thought this was a little “interesting”. But, I do know that Bryan Fuller is a fan of The Shining.

[appljuiceboxx]

welcome, weary traveller, to my dark cave of weird puberty crushes and useless memes.

hi there! my name's appl or amirah and i'm a generic bookworm, history nerd and theatre kid from malaysia. i draw, write, roleplay, and use character.ai to cope with my problems.

i barely post my art tho, you know why? self-consciousness, that's why! but i write! my ao3 link (which also has some of my art too) under my list of other blogs :)

you can call me: amirah, appl i use: she/her/they/them i'm from: malaysia!! we goreng everything and eat nasi lemak!! my age is: well not old enough to do anything interesting i like: books and star wars and history and fairy tales and problematic men i speak: english, a little arabic, malay i believe in: uhh muslim. i think. stuff that is probably important for my personality: aquarius, entp, uhh im the oldest. uhm im also really not ok. and. i like my dad :)

please note that i'm a minor and that weird-ass behaviour will be blocked.

my other blogs: @ask-sound-studio-7 [shovelware's brain game askblog] @james-vane-stan [ literature blog] @antonio-the-merchant-from-venice [shakespeare blog] @agog-and-aghast-rn [les mis] @pantheonsofgaynessanddespair (previously location-homeric-greece) [history/mythology sideblog] @opheliaandlaertesbutvictorian [vane sibling rp/askblog] @danny-torrances-new-mom [movie sideblog] @the-light-guides-you [roblox doors sideblog] @wilbah-sut [dsmp sideblog] (i may or may not make a cookierun kingdom sideblog idk man my fandoms are killing me)

if you wanna, you can check out my carrd for my dni list and my byf (which is kinda unfinished but who cares) or my straw page which is a little simpler and my AO3, which i post at more. and my discord is juiceboxx#2545 if you wanna troll or whatever.

enjoy this dumpster fire