#the return of danny jr.

[potatsourie]

"Can I pet the good boy?"

[90ssuperheroes]

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[polarfarina]

Okayyyyyy I miss making Danny phantom fan stuff you got me

[nightingale-prompts]

Saving Batboy

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It was as though he was being led through the city. Dick seemed to know exactly where he should go next as he drove.

Dick turned off his location as he closed in on Joker's location. If anyone had doubts about what would happen tonight they knew now. The clown dies tonight.

Batman never did it because he knew there would be no coming back once he crossed that line but he was not Batman.

Tim knew the moment Nightwing's symbol disappeared that he had found Joker's location. He knew he could track him still based on where he was before but he held off. The last time Dick crossed the line and killed the Joker, Tim was there to stop him. In the time since Tim had grown to regret it. Especially after Jason's return. He should be avenged after everything that happened.

Tim never put much thought into what happened when he was kidnapped just like Danny. Joker Jr was just a nightmare and everyone pretends it didn't happen. His past self doesn't exist to him and the gaps in his memory are better as they are.

If Dick was really going to finish this then Tim wasn't going to stop him. Bruce's code was his code alone. What of the Robins that suffer for it? What about his kids that he loves to the point of self-destruction if they die?

It was clear to Tim now. Batman isn't strong enough to kill Joker. If he can't handle it, someone else would.

Maybe Dick just cared more. Or maybe he had seen this happen too many times to sit by and let it happen again. The cost be damned.

Tim took a deep breath. He knew it was a bad move but he shut down the bat computer. No one could locate each other for the next 10 minutes. Enough time to give Dick the lead he really needs. All the comms are down and no information can be shared.

Tim looked up and saw Alfred putting down a cup of tea for him. Tim felt like a child caught doing something wrong under Alfred. But Alfred nodded wordlessly before turning to leave. He cast a forlorn glance at Jason's robin uniform before ascending the stairs.

****

"I was hoping Batman would come for the little bat. Oh sorry, I mean the boy." Joker mocked holding Danny by the back of the neck.

The teen's body was limp. His silver locks stained a rusty brown from dried blood. Blood covered his back and legs. If there had been any doubt if the wings were real there is none now.

"…" Nightwingwing said nothing. His fist clenched.

"You know I debated skinning him next. That fur of his would be a lovely shawl. It's so soft. But it looks like I won't have the time now." Joker provoked, running a hand through the boy's white neck fur.

"Get your hands off him." Nightwing demanded, his eyes locked on Danny for any signs of life.

"You know I am so curious what he was doing here. I was about to build a new trap here for fun when I stumbled upon this little guy here. Practically gift-wrapped. Did he run away from you? Just like you did from good ol'papa bat." Joker's smile widened sickeningly "This all feels so familiar, doesn't it little bird? Are you going to finish what you started?"

"I'm never letting you hurt my family again." No witty one-liners. No games. This bad joke ends today.

****

Batman had scoured the area. He memorize the last location Dick was before the system went down. He wasn't these kids' father for nothing he knew what they were doing.

When sound came back he had already made it to the abandoned factory. The comms rang back to life as the sounds of crying came through.

"Nononono…please no. Wake up. Please wake up." It was Dick's voice. "It's okay. I'm here now. So just wake up. We need to get home soon. Your favorite show will be on soon. WAKE UP! YOU CAN'T DIE!"

Batman bolted to their location and found Dick hovering over Danny trying to resuscitate him.

His son looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I can't hear his heart. He's not breathing." He let out a shaky breath. As distressed tears ran down his cheeks.

Bruce knelt next to them. Danny didn't react to the pressure on his chest. The pain should have at least caused an involuntary jerk if he wasn't too far gone.

Bruce signaled Dick to move back as he checked Danny's pulse again. Nothing. And he wasn't breathing. Bruce looked at his son. Deep down Dick probably knew.

"I'm sorry. He's gone." Bruce said simply as he took off his cloak.

Danny looked so peaceful. Like he was sleeping soundly. Bruce hated that his own suspension had been the thing that had prevented him from having a relationship with his own grandson. He felt foolish to not realize that of course Danny and Batboy were the same. It was a brilliant disguise. But he'd never get to say this to the boy.

Bruce wrapped the boy in his cloak.

"Come on. We'll fix this." He told Dick, carrying Danny for him.

The journey back to the manor was silent until.

"I'm sorry." Bruce said.

"Don't. Just Don't. He's my son. Its my fault." Dick rasped his voice scratchy from crying.

Bruce felt a bitter sting. That was exactly what he felt when he lost Jason and what happened with Tim. When Damian lost his life. These pains didn't go away.

When they arrived back in the Batcave Bruce laid Danny's body on the table. The others were notified about what happened and had already gathered.

Barbara looked like she had bawled her eyes out as she hugged Stephanie.

Damian had pressed himself close to Tim as the older brother told him that it was going to be okay.

The new hole in the wall was clearly Jason if his bloodied knuckles were any clues.

Cassandra paced the floor deep in thought. She was moments away from starting a new crusade.

Duke stared off into the distance. His anger boiling under the surface. All he could think about was the number of lives ruined by the Joker and even in death he took another.

Dick stood still as a statue. Thinking about if Danny could be brought back and even if he was his wings were gone. What if he was gone for good? Could he live like that?

Never had he understood Bruce more than in that moment.

Bruce braced himself for what would come next. He had a plan to bring Danny back at any cost.

But suddenly a sound broke through the tension.

A sneeze.

A fucking sneeze.

It came up from under the cloak.

Everyone snapped to look at the body hidden under the cloak. It shifted under the heavy black blanket groggily and yawned. Then Danny jumped up twisting to feel his back.

"What happened!!" He yelped.

[hypewinter]

At first he'd been overjoyed that the cloning had worked. Then, as the weeks went by, he realized just how messed up of a thing he had done. Tim still remembered the faces of everyone after he told them. There were mixes of shock, horror and disappointment. He'd been unable to face both Bruce and Clark for a while after that.

Now Tim sat in a rocking chair within the newly decorated nursery. He looked down at the baby in his lap, who returned his gaze with a blank one of his own.

He sighed as he turned to peer out the window. It was a full moon tonight. "They're mad at me, I know," he finally spoke. "I can't really blame them either. It wasn't fair to Conner. To his memory."

Tim turned to look at the baby once more. He stared into the baby's eyes. Those painfully familiar eyes that were at the same time new and foreign.

"It wasn't fair to you either."

Tim reached down and brushed a bang out of the baby's eyes. "But I swear I'm going to make it up," he continued. "Starting by giving you your own proper name."

Until now, that baby had been referred to as just that. Baby. If not that it was the clone, the child or Conner's clone. But now that Tim had firmly decided he was raising the baby, the kid needed a proper name.

"Hmm," Tim pondered. "What about.... Kevin?"

He received yet another blank look.

"Okay... how about Alex, Wes, Kyle? Timothy Jr?"

Blank stare.

"You could be Douglas. Doug for short."

At that the baby seemed to almost quirk up his eyebrow. As if to say, "Are you serious?" Though that was probably Tim's mind playing tricks on him.

"Yeah," he said with a soft chuckle. "I wasn't really feeling that one either."

Tim closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Mark, Luke, Ezekiel, Thomas, Elijah..." Great, now he was just listing off Bible names.

"Daniel..." he muttered absently.

Suddenly, Tim heard a giggle. He looked back down at the baby to see him cooing softly.

"Wait, you like that? Daniel?"

The baby giggled again. This time reaching up towards Tim. Hesitantly, he raised his hand towards the child. He couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped him as the child grabbed onto his pointer finger.

"Ok, Daniel it is."

Except for something still didn't feel right. Tim leaned back and stared at the ceiling as his tried to pinpoint the feeling of wrongness. Then it hit him. He hated whenever people used his full name. It always felt stuffy and formal. It reminded him too much of disappointed looks. Of hands gripping his shoulders or pulling at his ears, telling him to behave.

"Say," he murmured. "Mind if I give you a nickname buddy? How about Dan?"

Daniel scrunched up his eyebrows. "Ok ok, you don't like that one. I get it. Then how about Danny?"

Daniel seemed to appreciate that nickname a whole lot more as him went back to cooing contently. Tim couldn't help as a smile of his own crept onto his face. "It's settled then," he grinned, holding his child up in the air. "Welcome to the family Danny Drake-Wayne!"

He then pulled Danny close into an embrace, closing his eyes as he took in the scent of baby powder and formula. "I promise, you'll have a better childhood than either I or Kon did. I'll make sure of it."

Edit: original prompt for anyone interested

[iminahole247]

For You, I Want to Sing, but I Have No Mouth

A ShockOp plot outline/scenario ideas using songs based on @keferon Mech Pilot AU

This pairing has been eating me alive so I decided to write so I don't have to bottle it up any longer. Enjoy this New Year's gift 🎁

DISCLAIMER: The characterizations are mainly based on collective and selective headcanons and personal views and understanding. Some OCs will be included. Don't take them too seriously.

Also, some songs I skimmed from my playlist will be referenced for scenarios that are brought to mind, not in order of events. I just love the 'what ifs' and what happened in between for this pairing. If there's nothing after a song, then the scenario(s) is self-explanatory.

Using music just helps the creative process you know. There'll be more additions as I straighten my thoughts out.

Est-ce que tu m’aimes - GIMS (the translated lyrics speak for themselves)

Look Around - Under the Boardwalk (it’s a cute song and it could be akin to the Open Arms scenarios)

Run to Me - Clarence Coffe Jr.

Oh My Love - The Score (Orion’s POV)

Would You Fall in Love with Me - EPIC: The Ithaca Saga (Odysseus as SW, Penelope as Orion; probably when they meet in the afterlife or something)

LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey

We Become We - Journey to Bethlehem

Raise This Barn - My Little Pony (A big stretch but this is where the imagination and headcannons comes in. Shockwave was an orphan for a while til he was adopted by a pair of farmers, Leonard and Tommy [Leonard in reference to Lanard Toys for trademarking right to the name for a while during his Bay Movie appearance, and Tommy in reference to Takara Tomy being one of the creators of Transformers]. The farm was his home, even when he went off to pursue his studies in the city, he might not be big on people but he holds his family close enough. Rebuilding after a certain natural disaster brings him home, which knocks out having a family gathering for the next decade cause that’s a lot of relatives he won’t remember but to help his dads is all that matters, especially in their old age)

Can't Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

To Build A Home - Patrick Watson (during some quiet moments on the farm when he brings Orion for some fresh air from the that place, Shockwave taking a moment to breathe too, maybe showing his dads’ cows too, Fluffy Ears hitting it off with Orion, watching from the side sending looks at him, oh does his heart get lighter when he returns the same look through eyes that cling to all the hope in the world for the both of them, he pitied and envied for those eyes, at least in a way they were his)

Die With A Smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars (there was no way either of them could, this world doesn’t allow such a luxury, but maybe in another universe, another life)

More Than You Know - Axwell /\ Ingrosso (for the both of them)

Open Arms - EPIC: Cyclops Saga (could symbolize their contrasting outlooks, open arms for a more optimistic future in spite of their situation even for a moment, cause what’s the point if you don’t stop to smell the flowers and admire the stars)

Fix You - Coldplay or Danny Olson & Jadelyn

We'll Meet Again - maruwhat

A Million Miles Away - Belle (from Orion's ghost to Shockwave)

Yuri on ICE - Taro Umebayashi

Magic - Sia (stargazing outside of the mech or outside in the wilderness, where for now the world consists of him Orion and the stars above, but it goes unsaid that they’re each other’s whole world, for better and for worse)

The Line - Twenty One Pilots (they feel JayVik coded to me, like if Viktor survived but couldn’t revive Jayce or something like that)

Happy Ending / Sewer Home - TMNT Mutant Mayhem (some form of happy ending, it feels out of place but they're together at last, somehow)

Wu Ji - Xiao Zhan & WANG YIBO (the YEARNING)

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - Scarlett Johansson & Bono

DREAM BOY Album - Morgan Clae

Count Me In - Liv and Maddie

Fantastic - King Princess (iykyk)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

KISS OF DEATH - Mika Nakashima (pilots with giant mechs, codependency stuff and romance and angst in and out of the cockpit)

Great Balls of Fire - Miles Teller (rare moment of Shockwave singing in the hometown bar, Orion was there singing along with his arms around him, a little bit drunk; Orion might not be able to sing as well later on down the line from deteriorating lung damage, doesn’t mean he won’t get to hear Shockwave sing to him every now and then)

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany (that one time they fooled around in the cockpit, luckily no one was there to witness, or not)

More Than Anything (Reprise) - Hazbin Hotel (moments of comfort and reassurance after a trying test or battle)

Good Old Days - Macklemore & Kesha (reminiscing)

Classic - MKTO (Orion’s POV again)

Independent Together - Caleb Hyles & CG

Carnaval Del Barrio - In the Heights (morality at a low but a musical number does wonders, even to progress their relationship)

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows (Orion’s POV again, cause he fell first and hard)

Had I Not Seen the Sun - Robin, Chevy (post-battle moment, surviving another day, )

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Headcannons and scenarios (I know most of these are not as angsty but the lot of you can make it up tenfold so how about some more soft stuff):

- For living in civilization for all his life, Orion isn’t up to date with the ‘pop culture’ but at least he has Shockwave to show him the good tunes, like classical and synth

- That one time when Orion got him a stuffed cow teddy with a recording of Fluffy Ears’s moos for his birthday. Since when did he have the time to acquire he still doesn’t know

- In their mech, they’re a beast on the battlefield. It might not have been amazing compared to the current mechs and pilots, but they’ve lasted this far with just the two of them for a reason. Got a marksman’s eye and the strength to rip the faces off those tentacled fuckers. Sometimes Orion forgets to take it down a notch outside the battlefield.

- Afters years of piloting evolving mechs, it takes a toll on the both of them, especially for Orion. Fatigue and back pains riddle him, along with a certain accident that caused him to wear a mask to not further damage his lungs. It also made his voice more deep with a certain timbre that gives Shockwave a soothing feeling compared to Orion youthful and lighter voice before.

- When Shockwave isn’t in piloting, he’d be in a lab overseeing the other operations on mech tech and poking at the Quintesson corpses. Orion had Ironhide to converse with and try as he might, he hasn’t had a chance to successfully evade Ratchet hawk like supervision. When Shockwave was working on the down times from attacks, there would be a myriad of medical tests and checks that would be at best tedious and “unpleasant” at worst. Post-medical exam cuddles are mandatory for them, behind closed doors of course.

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I’ll add more when I’ve gathered my thoughts and straightened them out. You have other songs for them or any other headcannons for Shockwave and/or Orion Pax, share what additions you have for these tragic old gays.

[oldfangirl81]

Kid fic plot idea

Danny discovered after anti-Ecto Acts were repealed there was a spike of liminals being discovered. Many had been considered just meta until everything around the GIW came out. This meant there were occasionally liminals put into foster care in the mortal world.

After finishing his degree Danny took the throne as King of the Infinite Realm. These liminal kids fell under his jurisdiction. Most of the time Danny just found homes for them with the help of his social worker advisors Jazz & Elle.

Except for a pair of siblings discovered in a lab. They were designer clones of an alien species and a liminal. Luckily they were rescued at only six weeks old. Danny was their only parent.

The kids developed a few peculiar tastes as they grew up. Eventually Danny had to carry around plain rice cakes with him everywhere because it was close enough to Styrofoam to make them happy, but an actual edible item that wouldn't get CPS called on his civilian identity again. Even in Gotham people get worried about kids eating toxic substances. Maybe especially Gotham because who knows what will create the next rogue.

Oracle keeps a folder of the ridiculous incidents of Danny & kids vs Rogues.

They escaped the baby-sitter one day. Icicle Jr turned himself in, begging to get away from the hyper toddlers. They kept calling him "kinda daddy" because ice reminded them of Danny's core.

They escaped the new baby-sitter. Killer Croc slept for hours after he stumbled across them lost in the sewers, exhausted by the kiddos wanting to wrestle for hours before they'd agreed to go home. Killer Croc eventually flagged down Signal to return them.

The first day of preschool went well. The second day did not. The two ran from the school and made it all the way to Central City. Flash and Captain Cold didn't know how to react to a pair of preschoolers demanding to play tag too in the middle of a robbery.

It only surprised a few folks that the best nanny ended up being Harley. The kiddos spotted the hyenas one day and wanted to pet the doggy.

[satoshy12]

Aquababy Ghost Fenton

After being killed with suffocates by Black Manta, Aquababy Arthur Jr. landed in the Ghost Zone. The small ghost infant is discovered by Dani, who is very determined to seek justice for him. And after asking Skulker, who embark on a mission to avenge the infant's brutal death by eliminating Black Manta once and for all. Someone who does infanticide is always pretty hated by the whole Ghost zone and all the Ghosts; to kill him would earn Skulker much respect in the zone. Even Pariah Dark would destroy Black Manta out of disgust.

Dani promised that she would get Danny too busy with other things to go in his way and make the death brutal.

Deep in the ocean Skulker attacked while Black Manta was deep in the sea in a fight with Aquaman; he just cut the rebreather of Black Manta. So the sea did the job, as Manta died from the water pressure. He didn't even become a ghost, just a ghost larva. That Skulker killed it the moment it came into existence, so David Hyde was fully gone and could never return, but it was a nice snack for him.

Amity Park Dani was before Danny showed her new brother to him, Jazz, and the Fentons. It was easier than she thought, as she now has Arthur Fenton in the family. And the Fenton Parents loved the baby boy, as they build a new water room for him to sleep and life as Water baby. Jazz was talking in baby speech with him. Danny looked at his clone, but then accepted the new family member, Dani was happy she was able to distract Danny long enough that he didn't notice Skulker was gone to kill someone.

5 years Later Arthur Fenton pic was online, together with his Pre-school class for Halloween. Adorable Dressed up as Aquaman, looking just like his father but young with silver blonde hair.

[p1nkshield]

Greetings and welcome to Chapter Seven!

Bruce kept checking and rechecking the security footage. One moment his son and the surprise guest were talking in the cave and the next a rift opens up pulling them both through.

“Hn”

Not good.

“Barbara.”

Bruce decided to call in the big guns on this one.

“Hello Bruce, I would say it’s nice to hear from you but considering this is the emergency line I'm concerned. What’s up?"

"Jason is missing."

Bruce let words fall out of his mouth quickly. He didn’t want to make his worries so apparent. He didn’t want to lose his composure. Losing his composure could cause mistakes in his detective work.

Bruce could hear the first few questions that Barbara posed.

"What do mean he's missing? Like he's left the manor? I can try to track him if you want."

Bruce nodded.

Of course he put an inter-dimensional tracker into the comms he gave to all of his children. This was exactly why.

Bruce rechecked the security footage.

For once Jason was actually wearing his.

good.

All the while Barbara was entering something into the computer on her end.

"I'm not getting anything for Jason's location..."

Bruce was truly concerned now.

He needed a lead to latch onto. Something he can focus on to keep his mind from wandering to extreme conclusions. Bruce then reviewed the audio recording from his cameras.

"Take us to Frostbite!"

"Wait!"

Frostbite? Was that a place or a person? Where have they gone that his tracker was out of range? Was it out of range or was it broken?

"You called me before listening to the audio from the security cam?"

"..."

Barbara decided not to press the matter.

"We have a lead, but I'm not really equipped to follow it. The only thing coming up for "Frostbite" is the medical condition and Icicle Jr.'s really sub par band"

Bruce's worry mixed with reluctance.

"Constantine."

"What is this now! Two calls from spooky the bat this year? I'm just tapping my toes with joy. What cataclysmic event do you have for me?"

Jason felt as though he had accidentally caught Superman's cape with his grappling hook.

He wrenched his eyes shut as he hurtled through space via map. Danny on the other hand was enjoying every moment of the journey, grinning as they flew to their destination.

Jason found himself face down among ice, snow and glaciers.

"Great One! It is good to see you, and you've returned the infinimap! You are truly full of surprises."

Jason managed to dislodge his face from the snow bank in time to see Danny being clapped jovially on the back by an eight foot tall yeti.

He could only blink.

"Who is this new guest you've brought with you?"

Jason was then scruffed like a kitten, placed on his feet and had the snow gently dusted off of his head by an eight foot tall yeti.

"That's Jason. He's cool, I promise. I was wondering if you could give us both a check up though. If you haven’t noticed yet he doesn't have a core yet and I'm tinier than usual."

Frostbite looked appraisingly between both Danny and Jason.

"And here I was about to applaud you on finally mastering shapeshifting! No matter, a friend to the savior of the infinite realms is a friend of mine. Follow me! You both shall receive the best care we can offer!"

Jason shuffled through the snow, following an eight foot tall yeti.

Said eight foot tall yeti managed to make Jason feel surprisingly comfortable in his presence. That is until he came to his diagnosis.

"Let me get this straight. I'm basically an infant, I’m ectoplasmicly malnourished, and I will eventually have powers?"

"Essentially, yes."

Danny snickered from a distance.

Jason really missed being a regular old zombie.

"What if I told you that I do not believe you?"

Frostbite mirthfully chuckled.

"If that were true I would ask you why you survived drinking ectoplasm."

Jason conceded.

"Ya got me there."

"That I do!"

Frostbite then addressed Danny

"Great One, I must admit this is not the safest place for either of you to heal and grow respectively. It has come to my attention that your parents are accepting payment in order for a certain Organization to have access to the portal."

Danny quietly processed the information, looking far too profoundly tired than any child should.

"How can I help?"

Frostbite carried two large tanks into the center of the room.

"Rest, heal and allow yourself to delegate tasks amongst your subjects."

Frostbite then knelt down to Danny's level and placed a large paw on his shoulder.

"We will be fine here Danny."

He then got up and lifted the two tanks.

"You both need to have a good supply of ectoplasm where you are staying. I think one of these will be enough for both you to reach a point where your cores are properly formed or reformed."

Frostbite carried the two tanks to out to the second most interesting individual Jason has met today.

"Wulf!"

Danny apparently knew this werewolf enough to greet him happily.

"Wulf, if you would be so inclined, can you open a portal to the dimension this young man is from?"

This Wulf as Jason has now gleaned sniffed him aggressively then nodded.

This is totally normal and fine.

Wulf then used his claws and ripped a portal out of thin air into the batcave.

Great.

Danny traipsed through the portal as if it was a door. Jason decided to help Frostbite push the tanks through the portal to feel some semblance of knowing what is happening.

Frostbite left them with well wishes as the portal closed.

Jason tried his best to wipe the bewildered look off his face when he realized the batcave was currently occupied.

Bruce had apparently started an entire search party with the rest of his family.

Tim had his detective wall of documents all pinned up.

Damian was arguing about the placement of the string.

Dick was pacing a few yards away from the wall.

Bruce was about to get carpal tunnel with the speed at which he was typing, his monitor was split between a database and a call with Constantine.

That is until the scraping of large metal tanks stopped them all in their tracks.

Jason waved.

"Hey"

He was immediately tackled by his older brother and squeezed into a hug.

"You can't scare us like that Jace!"

Bruce hung up on Constantine and walked towards him.

"Sorry I spooked you I didn’t really have time to leave a note-"

Interrupted, Jason and Dick by proxy was swept into a hug by Bruce.

Bruce let go.

"Let me know before you travel extra dimensionally."

He then left.

Dick had yet to let go, continuing his fretting.

"You just disappeared! None of use could find you! Never ever do that to me again. I swear you’re going to make me go bald with stress! Do you want me to look like Lex?"

Jason managed to get out of the vice grip Dick had on him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I go to the ghost doctor once and everyone thinks I've been kidnaped!"

Tim piped up

"To be fair it did look a lot like you got kidnaped by an inter dimensional map"

Dick managed to look even more worried.

"What do you mean a ghost doctor!?"

Jason shrugged.

"Exactly what I said. Found out I'm a baby ghost."

"A baby half ghost! Wellcome to the club, you are one of very few halfas in existence."

Jason took that information in

"What he said."

@shinyladykingdom @kyrianclawraith @vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff @darkhinauniverse @krzys2000 @coruscateselene @kjoboo91 @vythika96 @hydralusus @addie-lover-of-stories @skulld3mort-1fan

Also I don't want to flood people's notifs with my silly little fanfic so if you want me to continue to tag you let me know! Also sometimes I can't find the blog people ask me to tag them with so if you asked to be tagged and weren’t it wasn’t on purpose!

[azucar-skull]

I love how Green Eyed Mask has all the fucking headcanons that everyone wants

"What if Casey Jr has a prosthetic arm?" Way ahead of you.

"What if F!Leo possessed Casey Jr when he went back in time?" Way ahead of you.

"What if there was a Casey Jr centric fic about his life in the apocalypse?" Way ahead of you.

"What if Casey Jr returns to the bad future timeline post movie and trauma recovery?" Way ahead of you.

"What if Casey Jr was Danny Phantom?" Way ahead of you.

[mydaddywiki]

Malachy McCourt

Physique: Stout Build Height: 5'8" (1.73 m)

Malachy Gerard McCourt (September 20, 1931 – March 11, 2024; aged 92) was an American-Irish actor, writer and politician. McCourt appeared in several films and soap operas, including The Molly Maguires, Brewster's Millions, and Another World. He also wrote three memoirs, describing his life in Ireland and in the United States. McCourt was the 2006 Green Party candidate for governor of New York. He was the younger brother of author Frank McCourt.

In his youth, he was tall, husky with strapping good looks, overflowing charm and entertaining gift of gab. I’ve long admired McCourt as a teller of tall tales, salty jokes and personal anecdotes of growing up poor in Limerick, Ireland and later moving to New York. When I'm reading about the many women he had sex with, I always got an erection with his colorful descriptions.

Born in Brooklyn and raised in Limerick, Ireland, McCourt returned to the United States in 1952 and worked as a longshoreman, dishwasher, and laborer. Soon after, he became an actor, then established the first singles bar in America. He then began a tumultuous radio career in 1970 on WNYC, WMCA and WBAI. McCourt acted on stage, on television and in several movies, including The Brink's Job, Q, Tales from the Darkside, The January Man, Beyond the Pale, and Ash Wednesday. He appeared on several New York City-based soap operas: Another World, Ryan's Hope, Search for Tomorrow, and One Life to Live.

According to his first memoir, McCourt was a bit of a whore. And I love that. In the 2000s, when I discovered him. Malachy at this time was in his late sixties, still healthy but tending toward portly. He was big-shouldered and broad-bellied, though age had diminished his physical dominance. but I’d still like to image attending a lecture of his so I can go and sit near him. Possibly, deliberately, accidentally, trip and fall over so that my face lands in his crotch. I find it best to be subtle like that.

He died at Lenox Hill Hospital on March 11, 2024, at the age of 92. In addition to wife Diana, McCourt is survived by a daughter from his first marriage, Siobhán McCourt; a son from that marriage, Malachy Jr.; two sons from his second marriage, Conor and Cormac; a stepdaughter, Nina Galin; nine grandchildren; and one great-grandson. Malachy and Diana McCourt had lived in the same apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan for 59 years.

Known For: The Other Guys (2010) After.Life (2009) Righteous Kill (2008) - Showed his ass crack. Oz (TV Series) - Dead Man Talking (2003) - Shirtless, body being washed. The Devil's Own (1997) Q: The Winged Serpent (1982)

Books Death Need Not Be Fatal with Brian McDonald (2017) Bush Lies in State (2004) History of Ireland (2004) The Claddagh Ring: Ireland's Cherished Symbol Of Friendship, Loyalty And Love (2003) Danny Boy: The Legend of the Beloved Irish Ballad (2003) Voices of Ireland: Classic Writings of a Rich and Rare Land (2002) Singing My Him Song (2000) A Monk Swimming: A Memoir (1998) Through Irish Eyes: A Visual Companion to Angela McCourt's Ireland (1998)

[rachelbethhines]

Random Disney Song Poll

Round Nine

songs below the cut

[the-fiction-witch]

Mummy and Daddy

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating SMUT + Sad

Warnings: labour/pregnancy/ loss of children

I sat on the sweet leather chair and held my magazine in one hand, a plastic container of cool whip rested on my heavily pregnant baby bump, and a cheese stick in my hand slowly dunked and nibbled at it as I flipped through my magazine. My hair was up in a ponytail and my long black dress was over my pale skin. 

"Fuck!" I heard across the room so I glanced across the grey basement to be faced with the sight of an utter mess as Benny sat on the floor barefoot, in his black jeans and black t-shirt. His blonde hair fluffy and fresh from his shower his finger between his teeth. His body was surrounded by cardboard, paper, wood and tools. 

"You alright Benny?" I asked as I sat up with concern, 

"Splinter." He complained,

"You need some help?"

"No, no you stay there." 

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm fine I can't risk it," he said as he managed to get the splinter out with his teeth, 

"Risk?" I laugh as I put my magazine down and slowly got to my feet, 

"I don't want you getting hurt,"

"From a splinter?" 

He smiled and held my hand as he tugged me close to him his other hand stroked my stomach, "Daddy doesn't want anything to happen to our little bundle," He smiled as he peppered my bump with kisses,

"Even me getting a splinter?" I laughed, 

"Daddy doesn't want Mummy to get hurt even something as small as a splinter," he smiled, 

"You have become so cuddly and affectionate since I got pregnant,"

"Can't I be happy we're gonna have a baby?" 

"Of course, I'm happy too Benny," I smiled and returned to the sofa and my magazine, 

"You thought any more about names?" he asked as he slowly worked to put together the crib, even if it wasn't a very simple task, 

"Not really," I smiled, "I assume you have," 

"Maybe Y/n..." he cooed, 

"Ohh? Go on then share with me," I laughed as I stroked my bump,

"Well, I think Benny Jr would be a very cute name,"

"Benny Jr? Benjamin Watts Jr?" I laughed, 

"I think it would be very cute," He cooed, "Little Jr, Little Benny Jr. Imagine all the chess boys thinking they are safe and then Benny Watts jr comes up in the tournament,"

"As adorable as that would be Benny I don't like double names its uncreative."

"Fine... How about Little Y/n Jr?"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Nate?"

"No Benny,"

"Alright, how about... Michel for a boy?"

"Ehh no,"

"Sam?"

"Sam? Samuel? Or Sammy?"

"Sammy I think,"

"Cause it sounds like Benny?"

"Maybe," he shrugged

"No,"

"Simon?"

"Not feeling it," 

"Danny?"

"Danny or Daniel?"

"Danny."

"I prefer Daniel."

"I prefer Danny,"

"Cause it sounds like Benny?"

"...Maybe," 

"No Benny,"

"Alright," He laughed as he finished the last piece of the crib and he got to his feet and checked the crib over, "Yes! Success!" He cheered, "Now to move it into the-" He began as he tried to push the crib into place but that caused one of the screws to snap and the whole thing to come tumbling down onto the basement floor in a pile of screws and wooden pieces, "...Fuck." 

I couldn't hold back my giggles and he rolled his eyes before he came over, "Can I sit?" 

I nodded and stood up, he sat in the chair and tugged me down to sit on his thigh I smiled and laid my head on his chest, and his hand happily sat on my bump. 

"You are so beautiful, utterly radiant Y/n,"

"You think so?"

"Of course I do." He smiled, "Daddy thinks mummy and baby look very beautiful," He said as he kissed my head, 

"Aww thank you, Benny," I smiled as I kissed his lips, "Any other ideas? for little one?"

"Humm... well," He smiled as he stroked my bump, "Little one will be the most beautiful baby in the whole world, if we get lucky our little one with have sweet pale skin, charming firey Y/h/c hair, precious oceanic Y/e/c eyes."

"You want them to look like me?"

"I would be delighted if our baby looks like you," he smiled, "A perfect clone of their beautiful mother." 

"What about their handsome father?"

"You'd want our baby to look like me?"

"Ummm a charming baby, with fluffy blonde hair and chocolate eyes like their father." I giggled, "I mean Genetics Benny, you have anyone in your family with Y/e/c eyes? or Y/h/c hair?"

"...I don't think so,"

"See, so it's very unlikely my more... recessive traits would make it though," 

"I hope they do," He cooed, "I can picture... a little boy, with my blonde hair, your sweet Y/e/c eyes, your adorable nose and my sly smile, be a chess genius and a fantastic baker. Our little boy," he cooed as he stroked my bump,

"I think that's sweet Benny," I smiled, "... we could name him... Christopher."

"Christopher? I really like that." 

"You do?"

"Yeah, Christopher Watts," He smiled, "Our little christoper." 

"You really like it?"

"I love it, Y/n." He smiled, 

"What about a girl?"

"... Christine. Christine Watts."

"Christine. I like it,"

"Christine Watts. It's perfect." He smiled as he kissed my stomach, 

I sighed as I sat in bed in my little black nightie as I stroked my bump, I felt so big, so fat, so ugly, my body felt so used by the baby, my feet were swollen, my arms chubby, my face swollen, every inch of me felt so wide and heavy. I barely even fit into my nightie anymore.

"Ohh..." Benny smiled as he leant on the door frame in his boxers,

"Hi Benny, you coming to bed?" 

"I think I am," he growled,

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at his growl,

"You look... so sexy."

"I- I do? Benny, do you need your eyes checked?"

"No, I see you perfectly fine Y/n," he smirked as he bit his lip, "Ummm..." he groaned, "You look so good."

"Do I?"

"You do. Something about seeing you... seeing your swollen up tummy," He smirked as he knelt on the bed and began crawling to me, "Knowing... everything I did to you," He bit his lip harder, "How I fucked you so hard, I got you pregnant, how your womb grows large swelling your stomach as my seed grows inside you. To think you're carrying our baby..." 

"...Benny have you discovered a mild breeding kink you didn't know about?"

"...I might have," he smirked as he reached my lips, "That and your breasts have like... tripled in size which also makes me very excited," He smirked as he kissed me rather passionately and aggressively his hands all over my stomach, "Umm you look so good, so beautiful," he muttered before he pulled back with a deep look of hungry lust, "Humm," He growled bitting his bottom lip almost to the point of blood as his dark eyes looked me up and down lingering on my stomach, "Mummy is making daddy very, very hard. And horny. and lusty. Fuck either open your legs."

"Benny," I giggled,

"Now Y/n," he demanded, 

kissing down my neck as he tugged the spaghetti straps of my nightie down tugging the whole thing off my body leaving me naked my nipples hard in the cold of the basement, 

“Ummm you so good,”

“I do?”

“You do,”

“Even when I’m all-”

he smirked tugging his boxers down and wrapping my legs around his hips, it didn't take long for him to slip hilt deep Inside of me making me gasp holding the sheets tightly, “You look like my queen.” He growled, “My Sensualpregnant queen, Mother to my child, I don’t think you’ve ever looked so pleasing,” he began slowly moving from tip to hilt grinding his hips slowly but efficiently quickly leaving me a mess of moans each time he drove deeper often he nibbled at my neck to allow the sounds I made no matter how small not be missed by his ears, gradually he got faster and more merciless which caused my moans and groans to increase, his hand moving to rub on my clit in time with his thrusts

"Ughhh-benny please!" I gasped as my eyes rolled back a little my head rolling against the pillow in pleasure,

"Not till you cum Y/n" he smirked biting on my neck to leave a love bite getting even faster causing me to scream with each of his thrusts "fuck- You'll make me cum already, mummy is far too good to Daddy making him feel so good, why do you have to look so fucking irresistible,"

"I can't help it" I whined,

"Awww I know you can’t, you can’t help winding me up when you look so good." He smirked "Ughh come here!" he smirked pulling out and grabbing my hips pulling me down the bed leaving my hair against the pillows my back further down the bed and my hips off the mattress completely he kept my hips in the air and my ankles in his hands pushing them as far apart as physically possible, and smirking with that evil sky grin before burying his head between my legs nibbling at my inner thigh, kissing my clit, running his tongue across every inch of me even pushing his tongue inside me at moment's which left me a screaming mess often uncontrollably kicking my legs from the pleasure

"Ahhhhh Benny please!" I squealed as he mercilessly continued enjoying my pleads but still ignoring them as he worked I knew how close I was so I began desperately tugging on his hair which made him pull back

"Awww you're so cute when you're hysterically horny" he smirked throwing me completely against the mattress again looming over me "Umm look at you. Bright red. Hard nipples. Giant tits, Dripping cunt. Our little baby resting in your big belly, This" he smirked, stroking his hand down my body "is why I love edging you, Y/n." He smirked "You look so beautiful when your body is craving me," he growled "Say it. And I'll let you cum"

"I need you Benny" I cooed as breathy as I could pulling him into an intense kiss which he happily worked into before pulling back

"Good girl. Down. Now." He demanded so I did as he asked and went down on my knees holding the wooden headboard in my hands he smirked and stroked my waist from my stomach around my side to the small of my back "umm perfect Y/n' he whispered in my ear before slipping back inside me making me moan loudly given how close I was and that he always felt so much bigger when on my knees he didn't waste time being gentle or slow going back to his merciless pase immediately holding my hips hard as he moved often causing the bed to bang and creek his hand moved to cup my breast often twisting my nipple which only increased my moans of pleasure

"Uhhhh Benny!"

"That's perfect, isn’t this how I put the baby in you before," he smirked moving a hand down to rub on my clit making me scream even louder

"Ahhhhh Benny please im-"

"Close?" He smirked and I nodded "Well.. can I cum inside you?"

I blushed hard “I guess so… I mean I’m already pregnant Benny now sure how much hard you could do,” I nodded which only made his smirk grow

"Then my Y/n can cum" he smirked rubbing even faster on my clit as he thrusted

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh uhhhh benny!"

"Louder!" He demanded slapping my ass hard and at that moment I hit my wall making me squeal loudly slightly squirting a little as my orgasm rushed through me leaving me a shaking moaning mess, which only fueled him letting me ride it out still playing with my clit before he moved back to fondle my breasts again still at his merciless pace he got louder too more throaty

"Uhhh fuck. Y/n! Y/n..Y/n!" He growled before biting my shoulder as his hips jerked in a few odd angles and ways finishing deep inside me before he gasped and collapsed his weight onto me. It took a couple of seconds of us both gasping before he pulled out and we lay on the bed, “Fuck… I really love how you look pregnant.”

“I gathered Benny…” I gasped, 

“We best be careful, I might love how you look so much I’ll get you pregnant again as soon as baby comes out?” 

"Will you now?"

"I might," he smirked as he kissed my bump, "Goodnight Y/n,"

"Goodnight Benny,"

"Goodnight Christopher, or Christine." he smiled as he kissed my bump 

"Which do you hope for?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly,"

"A little boy. A little Christopher. to teach chess and be US champion after me, my sweet son. That's what I want, a son."

"Yeah, I think I'd like a little boy too, but I don't mind so long as their happy and healthy,"

"Yeah so long as their happy," He nodded "I love you, Y/n,"

"I love you too Benny," I smiled before we wrapped up for the night. 

I lay in my bed after the worst pain I could ever imagine, the grey hospital room around me. The only peace is Benny's hand in mine. We had been here so long and I had been through an unimaginable amount of pain, my body had been through so much in these hours and I was in this strange stage of feeling almost like I wasn't alive like a shell of my body. The nurse came in and perked up both of us as she stood with a clipboard in hand, she was nervous and barely looked at us. 

"...Mr and Mrs Watts?"

"Yes?" Benny asked,

"I... I have some news." she said, "There is good news and some bad news, which did you want first?"

I squeezed Benny's hand, and we met eyes and he nodded to me. 

"The bad news. get it out of the way."

"... Your son. He didn't survive." 

I nodded, squeezing Benny's hand as hard as I could as tears began to slip from my eyes no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. "I want to see him..."

"we can't-" She began,

"I WANT TO SEE HIM!" I yelled, "Bring him to me! Bring him to me! Bring me my son!" I demanded, 

"Y/n -" Benny tried to calm me,

"BRING ME, MY SON!" I begged in a scream, 

She nodded and went fetching a small bundled-up baby, she handed him to me and left us to have a moment, Benny held me close as I held our baby close feeling his cold skin, we held each other tight as we cried together, he kissed my hair as I cried and screamed in utter hysterics. 

"Our baby... Our sweet little baby... our son... our Christopher..."

"Our sweet little baby," He sniggled, "Our little boy,"

"Our boy. Our poor boy."

My tears and screams echoed across the room, 

"It's okay. It's okay. So long as you're okay, so long as I will have you. I'm so sorry my darling, I know nothing will ever replace him but I have you and you have me, I promise I will help you through all of this I will keep you safe, I will protect you, I love you so much and no matter what I love you and our baby boy. You and I will hold him in our hearts forever."

"I know... I know... I love you too... we'll love our sweet little boy, Our little Christopher."

"Our little Christopher." he nodded, 

We held our baby close giving him kisses and sweet cuddles until the nurse returned,

"Can I take him?" she asked,

"No... No. You can't take him. Please. Please you can't take him. Please please nooo..." I begged,

"Just another moment please," Benny begged,

"We will take care of him we promise," she explained, as she came closer and slowly removed the baby from me no matter how much I cried and screamed, Benny held me tightly trying to soothe me,

"Nooooooo Please! Give back our baby Please!" I begged but she took him away, Benny held me tightly and kissed my hair as he slowly calmed me until the nurse returned, 

"Are you ready for the good news?" The nurse asked,

I nodded hardly able to focus,

"You had twins. and the baby girl survived," she said, she left a moment and returned with a small wrapped baby girl that she brought over to us letting me take her in my arms, she left and Benny happily hugged me tightly as we held our baby girl in our arms fighting back our joyful tears.

"Our girl... Our little girl..."

"Our sweet little baby girl," He smiled, "I love her already,"

"I do too, Our little Christine."

"Christine, Our little Christine Watts our little daughter."

"Our little daughter." I cooed, "Our angel,"

"Our angel." He smiled giving her head a little kiss, "Our sweet angel, I swear you to Y/n, I will protect our daughter, and you with my life. I swear."

"as will I." I nodded, "I swear it. I don't think the pain... will ever go away about our son, but I can rejoice... with our daughter." 

"We can, and no matter what I will love you, and her endlessly." He kissed my head,

"I will love you and her endlessly Benny," I smiled giving him a soft kiss. 

I sat in the chair my body felt numb, my mind a million miles away as I stared at the box kept on our shelf in the most beautiful of places beside a white rose, where Christopher will rest eternally I felt so hollow about everything I suppose that's why its called postpartum depression even without my grief for Christopher, but I perked up and turned to see a adorable sight,

"Who's daddies little girl? hu? yeah, daddies special little angel." Benny cooed as he held Christina in his arms sitting her on his lap as he plaid chess letting her suck on the pieces he kissed her Y/h/c hair and tickled her nose making her brown eyes open as she giggles away, "Yeah? that's a king. Daddy is a king. Daddies the king of the house, that's the queen mummies the queen, and our sweet little angel is our little chess princess. Yes, yes you are. Daddy's beautiful little chess princess, daddies smart little girl." he cooed, and I couldn't hold back my smile and gentle tears. "Y/n? What's the matter?" 

"Nothing... I love you so much Benny," I cooed as I got up and kissed his head,

"I love you too Y/n," he smiled, "You love mummy Christina? you love mummy?"

"I love her very much," I smiled kissing her little head,

"she loves you too I'm sure of it, I love you too Christina, you love Daddy?"

"I'm sure she does," I smiled giving him a soft kiss before all three of us cuddled up in a big cozy hug. 

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy had just spent the day filming what felt like 30 scenes on “Oppenheimer” with the desert sand kicking up and blasting into his eyes when his co-star Robert Downey Jr. greeted him, trying to boost his spirits. And — this is how Downey remembers it, and when the legend becomes fact, print the legend — Murphy launched into a lament about how, when he had returned to his “18-dollar-a-night hotel room” the previous evening, he found his bags in the hallway and thought, “F—! I haven’t checked out yet. I have to sleep!”

“Every indignity that could befall someone who’s trying to do something .... It was like the tears of Job,” Downey related after a recent screening of the Christopher Nolan blockbuster. “Forget the call sheet and the job. It was everything else. It was the most Irish experience I’ve ever witnessed.”

Nearly two years later, Murphy and I are talking on a late-autumn day in L.A. He’s removing his coat and pulling his chair into the sun because, yes, he’s Irish, and part of the Irish experience is to soak up as much sun as possible when the opportunity presents itself. As to what Downey is ascribing to his native land, Murphy can do nothing but laugh.

“I don’t know if that means that Irish people are more predisposed to suffering,” Murphy says, smiling. “I think he’s being very sweet and saying we were like a troupe, moving at quite a pace. We were just staying at motels by the freeway and moving around. It was not glamorous. The way Chris works is that everything is equitable. No one has trailers or personal makeup. Everyone gets in a bus. It feels like independent filmmaking, but on a f—ing grand scale. And that’s the way I enjoy working.”

Murphy, 47, also enjoys not working, and he’s had a successful enough career in the two decades since his film breakthrough in Danny Boyle’s 2002 classic zombie film “28 Days Later” that he can describe such periods as being “happily unemployed.” That was where he was at a couple of years ago. He’d finished shooting the sixth (and final) season of the entertaining BBC crime drama “Peaky Blinders” and was in the midst of a glorious six months enjoying the company of his wife, Irish visual artist Yvonne McGuinness, and their two teenage sons. Then Nolan called out of the blue.

Actually, it wasn’t Nolan, but his wife and producing partner, Emma Thomas. It couldn’t be Nolan, because Nolan doesn’t have a phone, an eccentricity that’s either endearing or infuriating depending on the context. Thomas handed the phone to her husband, who told Murphy — in what the actor calls an “unbelievably understated British way” — “I’m making a film about Oppenheimer.” Pause. “I’d like you to play Oppenheimer.”

And just like that, Murphy was no longer happily unemployed. He was playing the title character in Nolan’s sprawling drama about the physicist known as the “father of the atomic bomb.”

“A big moment,” Murphy calls it, no stranger to restraint himself. Pause. “A biggie.”

In conversation, Murphy is pleasant and reflective when talking about his native country (he could and should write a book on the Ring of Kerry or at least narrate a self-guided tour) and the arts. I’d read that Nolan sent him photos of David Bowie wearing high-waisted, voluminous trousers from the singer’s Thin White Duke era as a visual reference for the gaunt silhouette he imagined for Oppenheimer, a man who possessed such a manic work ethic that he forgot to eat, subsisting on martinis and Chesterfield cigarettes. I pull up a photo of Bowie taken shortly before his death, wearing a sharp suit, black fedora and beaming smile.

“He looks a little alien, which is what we were going for with Oppenheimer, I think,” Murphy says. He holds onto my phone, looking at Bowie. “One of the greats. That last album [“Blackstar”] was f—ing extraordinary. What a gift to leave us with. Nobody else could have gone out like that.”

Murphy’s most striking feature — his piercing blue eyes — have been noted at length, for good reason. “Oppenheimer” co-star Matt Damon notes how he’d find himself distracted working with Murphy. “It’s a real problem when you’re doing scene work with Cillian [because] sometimes you find yourself just swimming in his eyes,” he told People.

Those eyes are what first attracted Nolan to him. The filmmaker was leafing through a newspaper while writing “Batman Begins” and came across a photo of Murphy from “28 Days Later.” He couldn’t shake the image of this actor with a shaved head and “crazy eyes” and made a note to meet with Murphy for Batman, a role that eventually went to Christian Bale.

They’ve now made six movies together, with Murphy playing the menacing Scarecrow in the “Dark Knight” trilogy, a petulant business heir in “Inception” and a character known simply — and quite accurately — as “Shivering Soldier” in “Dunkirk.” They share a mutual interest in conveying a character’s emotional conflict through close-ups that linger on an actor’s face and allow the audience to feel inner turmoil. In Oppenheimer’s case, it was the searing anguish of a man a bit late to realize and appreciate the consequences of what he’d created.

“To me, great screen acting is all about ‘show, don’t tell,’” Murphy says, “and being able to transmit emotion and energy just by force or presence or charisma.”

I ask him about influences in that regard, but Murphy demurs, saying that if he starts listing actors, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, thinking, “F—, I left that person out.” He reiterates that his favorite movie moments aren’t big set pieces but watching actors in reflection, inactive, doing nothing, but revealing everything. “I find that compelling in the highest order,” he says.

Murphy had ample opportunity to do just that in “Oppenheimer,” portraying a character caught in a moral dilemma of his own making.

“I knew it would have to be a quiet, small performance, because the themes are f—ing huge,” Murphy says. “What’s happening inside his heart and his mind can’t be painted big, particularly when it’s captured on an Imax camera and it’s going to be shown on a f—ing 80-foot screen. I knew it would have to be delicate and tiny, most of it.”

Murphy doesn’t like to dwell on what he did once call the “monastic experience” of the film’s 57-day shoot or on the months it took to decompress afterward. Such talk would be a little too close to the “Irish experience” Downey had mentioned. But all of these efforts did make me think about something that Emily Blunt, who plays Oppenheimer’s wife, Kitty, in the film and worked with Murphy in “A Quiet Place Part II,” noted about him.

“She said that off set, you’re a hoot,” I tell him, fishing for an example or two. Murphy does not oblige, but he does express how his friendship with Blunt created a trust that informed their portrayal of lifelong partners.

“She’s also one of the funniest people, and I have a rule that I can’t work unless there’s a lightness around the set,” Murphy says. “There has to be some levity. A lot of the films I do are quite heavy and go to some dark, challenging places, and you have to be relaxed to do that. So I don’t walk around in a state of f—ing angst. I need to feel at ease. I can’t be in that dark place all the time. I don’t have the stamina for it.”

Murphy saw “Oppenheimer” at the film’s July world premiere in Paris. Two days later, he and the rest of the cast left the London premiere to show their support for the impending SAG-AFTRA strike. By the time he returned home to Dublin, his wife and sons had already seen “Barbie,” so Murphy went to the cinema by himself to complete the “Barbenheimer” experience.

How do you go incognito to the multiplex, I ask.

“I time going to movies very well now,” Murphy says. “With the ads and trailers, I always arrive a half hour late, slip in and then slip out.”

I grouse how that half hour feels like it’s getting longer by the year. Murphy agrees. And yet ...

“The greatest democratic collective art form is sitting in a darkened space with strangers,” he says. “To be part of a movie that people went to see multiple times and part of a great moment for cinema, that frenzy for those two films, was just lovely. I don’t know if we’ll ever see it again, but I’d like to hope so.”

[overthinkingbelle]

Aaron Tveit appreciation post.

Movie appearances/roles:

2008-Ghost Town (Anesthesiologist)

2010-Howl (Peter Orlovsky)

2011-Girl Walks into a Bar (Henry)

2012-Premium Rush (Kyle)

2012-Les Misérables (Enjolras)

2013-A Dream of Flying (The Young Man) Short film

2015- Big Sky (Pru)

2016-Undrafted (John "Maz" Mazzello)

2016-Better Off Single (Charlie) Previously named Stereotypically You

2017-Created Equal (Tommy Reilly)

2018-Out of Blue (Tony Silvero)

TV roles/appearances:

2009–2012 Gossip Girl (William "Tripp" van der Bilt III) 10 episodes

2010 Ugly Betty (Zachary Boule) Episode: "All the World's a Stage"

2010 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit(Jan Eyck) Episode: "Beef"

2011 Body of Proof (Skip) Episode: "Point of Origin"

2011 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (Stevie Harris) Episode: "Personal Fouls"

2011 The Good Wife (Spencer Zschau) Episode: "Executive Order 13224"

2013–2015 Graceland (Mike Warren) Main cast; 38 episodes

2016 Grease Live (Danny Zuko) Television movie

2016 BrainDead (Gareth Ritter) Main cast; 13 episodes

2017–21 The Good Fight (Spencer Zschau) 3 episodes

2019 The Code (Matt Dobbins) 5 episodes

2020 One Royal Holiday (Prince James Gallant) Television movie

2021 American Horror Stories (Adam) Episode: "Rubber(wo) Man Part Two", (Jay Gantz) Episode: "Feral"

2021–present Schmigadoon! (Danny Bailey) Main cast; 6 episodes

Theatre works:

2003 Footloose (Garvin) Merry-Go-Round Playhouse [2003 Regional production]

2004 Rent (Steve, u/s Roger, Mark) US national tour [January – December 2004 National tour replacement]

2005–08 Hairspray (Link Larkin) US national tour [August 2005 – July 2006 First national tour replacement], Neil Simon Theatre [July 18, 2006 – January 18, 2007; April 1 – May 4, 2008 Broadway replacement]

2007 Calvin Berger (Matt) Barrington Stage Company: [July 3–14, 2007 Original regional production]

2007 The Three Musketeers (D'Artagnan) North Shore Music Theatre [August 21 – September 9, 2007 Regional production]

2008–10 Next to Normal (Gabe Goodman) Second Stage Theatre [January 16 – March 16,2008 Original Off-Broadway production], Arena Stage [November 21, 2008 – January 18, 2009 Original Washington, D.C. production], Booth Theatre [March 27, 2009 – January 3, 2010 Original Broadway production]

2008 Saved! (Dean) Playwrights Horizons

[May 10 – June 22, 2008 Original Off-Broadway production]

2008–09 Wicked (Fiyero Tigelaar) Gershwin Theatre [June 24 – November 9, 2008;

January 20 – March 9, 2009Broadway replacement]

2009–11 Catch Me If You Can (Frank Abagnale, Jr.) 5th Avenue Theatre [July 28 – August 16, 2009 Original Seattle production] Neil Simon Theatre: [March 11 – September 4, 2011 Original Broadway production]

2010 Rent (Roger Davis) Hollywood Bowl: [August 6–8, 2010 Limited engagement]

2014–15 Assassins (John Wilkes Booth) Menier Chocolate Factory: [November 21, 2014 – February 8, 2015 Off-West End revival]

2017Company (Robert) Barrington Stage Company: [August 10 – September 10, 2017 Regional revival]

2018–22; 2023 Moulin Rouge!(Christian) Emerson Colonial Theatre: [July 10 – August 19, 2018 Original Boston production] Al Hirschfeld Theatre: [June 28, 2019 – March 11, 2020, September 24, 2021 – May 8, 2022, January 17 – April 9, 2023 Original Broadway production; paused due to COVID-19 , Won 2020 Tony Award for Best Actor in a Musical, Returning for limited engagement in 2023]

Feb. 9-May 12, 2023 Sweeney Todd (title role) Broadway revival, Lunt-Fontanne Theater (replacement)

Source: Wikipedia

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Five spooky song classics are in the Billboard top 100 this week thanks to a boost of Halloween playlists.

Michael Jackson's Thriller at number 20.

Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr at 28. (This is actually the highest place it's had on the Billboard top 100 since it hit number 1 in the year of its release. It returned to the Billboard top 100 in 2022 at 49 and at 45 in 2023.

The classic Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett is at number 30.

This is Halloween by Danny Elfman (Sung by the citizens of Halloweentown in Nightmare before Christmas) at 38.

And Rockwell's Somebody's Watching me at number 50.

I always love when classic songs (even for seasonal reasons) return to the Billboard top 100. Last year Rocking around The Christmas Tree celebrated its sixty fifth anniversary and bounced up the charts at Christmas time.