rolling credits

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Tony+ movie date

You snuggle on the couch next to your boyfriend, nibbling on your popcorn. “This is good.”
“Thanks.” Tony takes a kernel and pops it in his mouth. “Old DiNozzo family recipe.”
You grin past your snack and lean your head on his chest as Casablanca plays.
Towards the end of the movie, Tony turns his head up towards you. “Here’s looking at you, kid.” He teases as the actress on screen cries.
You lean up and peck him. “No, here’s looking at you.”
“That’s not how the movie ended.” He grins and leans back on the arm.
“I like this ending a lot better,” You giggle and lean over him, kissing him again as he slowly wraps his arms around you and the credits roll.

The fact that Daryl was holding the crossbow, staring us down, and then the opening credits rolled was a piece of cinematic genius, but it was also a conscious choice. It elicits the same emotion as when Rick got his python back.

We’re going to war. And we’re going to win.

A Cliché

Noctis x reader || 1206 words || fluff

❝You don’t know a good love story when you see one, Noct.❞

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— Sky ಥ⌣ಥ

“I think we just broke a record for most crappy rom-coms watched in a day.” Is the first thing Noctis murmurs as the movie’s credits roll down the screen. You frown at him and shake your head.

“I think you don’t know a good love story when you see one, Noct.” Comes your quick response from over the abundance of cushions you’ve gathered around yourself. Noctis barely gives any acknowledgement of your reply before getting up to wander over to the television and remove the disk from the DVD player. He spares a second to cast a dejected look at the seemingly ginormous pile of romantic movies that you’d coerced him into watching with you while you’re feeling a little bit under the weather, you’re honestly quite thankful for how he’d said yes despite the fact that you were both fairly convinced he wouldn’t like them (which he didn’t).

When he finally pipes up again, you’re somewhat caught off guard. “No, no. I think I know.” It’s at this point that he moves back towards the sofa, taking a seat and directing his gaze down to the denim jeans that he wears. “It’s got to be cliched right?”

Honestly, you weren’t expecting some kind of debate to stem from your throwaway response to his previous words. “Well… I suppose so.” A measured pause. “Why are you—”

“So how about this?” He cuts you off, voice soft and strangely jittery as you peer over at him from across the sofa. “Best friends? That’s lame enough to work… Yeah, best friends. They’d have known each other for a long, long time, I think.” He stops speaking for a second, as if he’s collecting his thoughts. “And then something would happen like one of them would stupidly develop stupid feelings for the other person, and it’s like their whole world is crashing down because that’s their friend—their best friend. They shouldn’t be forming any romantic attachments, right?”

“This seems weirdly personal.” Is all you can say when he finally looks at you, as if waiting for your input and opinion on the matter. But you don’t know what to think; this hasn’t happened before. Not in the eight years you’ve known each other. “What would happen next?” You can’t help the words from slipping into the air, hating yourself for the fact that you’ve become invested in whatever Noctis is talking about. You’re always attentive and alert whenever he’s around. Always listening. Always looking a tad starstruck by his very presence despite the amount of time you’ve spent by each other’s sides.

(in other words, you’re in too deep with Noctis Lucis Caelum, and you have been for a long while now)

Noctis stares at you for a further thirty seconds before sighing and looking away once more. “Well, the one with the feelings—the stupid romantic ones I mentioned before—they wouldn’t accept this idea of… of liking their best friend, and would insist on pushing away every single swell of affection that may pop up. Until one day, they’d end up realising that their way of solving this ‘problem’ isn’t good because it isn’t working…” The fire in his words dampens as he trails off, he seems almost hesitant to continue, as if a sudden burst of confidence has petered out and now he’s left with the soaked remains of a previously passionate speech. “I—” He cuts himself off, awkwardness cutting into his tone like a jagged knife. “I need to go…”

“Wait—what? Noct, what was that all about?” You scramble to peel off your blankets and numerous cushions as he restlessly makes his way towards the door of your apartment.

“It was nothing.” He sounds mildly agitated, stopping in his tracks as you move to stand in front of him. “Just—just forget it happened, Y/N… That’s all.” And with that, he exits the room, tugging on his coat as he goes. You’re left by the kitchen, confusion stumbling through your brain as you ask yourself what could that have possibly been about?

Tumultuous thoughts continue to plague your head for the rest of the day, until darkness is pressed against the windows in icy tendril upon icy tendril of dread. Noctis’ words have created a constant sense of convolution that applies pressure to your temples at least once every thirty seconds, that and the fact that you’re unsure of whether or not he’d gotten home okay. With a heavy sigh you pull out your phone, cursing yourself for not calling earlier all the while. You dial his number and wait for him to pick up.



“Oh, it’s you—”

“Please tell me why you had to leave all of a sudden? It’s not like you to just get up and go, is it? Did I do something? Was it the thing you said? Was it—” The words fall dead upon your tongue as a sudden realisation pulses through your head. “You were trying to tell me something weren’t you?” This in itself is a rather strange notion, as while you and Noctis are certainly close, he’s never confided in you about anything to do with romance. Never. “Do you like someone?”

Noctis neglects the notion to reply. In fact, the only way you can tell that he’s still there is by the shallowness of his breath.

“Come on, who is it?” You murmur after a solid twenty seconds of silence. “You know you can trust me with this important information, right? I’m basically a safe.” You speak with assurance in your tone, “Noct?”

He speaks with rigidity, as if the syllables are stiff and difficult to dislodge from his throat. “If I told you it would be a bit… counterproductive,” A measured pause follows. “Even if you’re a so-called safe.” There’s the smallest spike of amusement in his voice at this.

“I don’t understand…”

“Think about it, Y/N.” He falls silent now, and you wrack your brain. Who could he be talking about

“Oh.” Disbelief meanders through your veins, a sudden swirl of shock forced into your system. “Wait a second, Noct… is it me?”

“This is a good love story, right?” He asks, referring back to the statement that had started it all. Vulnerability is heavy in his words, though, as if he hasn’t caught on to the fact that you’re entirely head over heels for him.

“The best—a bit cliched however.”

Relief is evident on Noctis’ end of the line from the sigh that falls from his lips. “But with those films you made me watch, I sort of gathered that cliches made for the best rom-coms?” And with a sudden accusatory slant to his tone, “You said before that it was supposed to be cliched, too!”

You choose to ignore the final comment and, biting back the smile that teases the corners of your lips, open your mouth to respond. “Sometimes, I suppose… In this case? Definitely.” The conversation dies down for a little while now, and you find yourself involuntarily piping up for a final time. “Do you want to come over? I know it’s getting sort of late but I don’t mind if you want to sleep here.”

“Sure, okay.” He says. “I’ll be there in a little while.”

A Jurassic Park video game where you “build your own park” and you think the game is about building the best park with the most amount of dinosaurs and everything is running well and it goes from cloning the dinosaur all the way to putting them in the right paddock

Then, when you finished and the credits roll, the screen goes black and it starts blaring an alarm and all the dinosaurs escape and now you’re playing a first person POV game escaping from all the dinosaurs you helped create which means the better you were at the first half, the more trouble you’re in for the second

The 4th Episode: A Complete Johnlock Fix-It

The screen is black.  A woman’s voice cuts through.  It’s Molly’s voice.

“Forward? Or Backward?”

A blinding white light floods the darkness.  A pulsating heartbeat. 

“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.

White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward.  John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue.  The christening, backward. The birth, backward.  The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand.  The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.

Roll Title Credits.

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Ok, so, the carnival caretaker guy built the robot, which has being going crazy and wrecking things. He and derp Shaggy try to catch said robot, when–

–his wife reveals that she made the robot go haywyre, because because she “doesn’t think robots should work where children come to have fun.”

The caretaker is as amenable as can be, just saying “I guess I never thought of that!” He instantly accepts this newly-brought-up notion – episode wraps up, credits roll.

…so, lemme get this straight.

He spent who knows how many years building this robot to run the theme park, and his wife didn’t like the idea… so she never said a word about it that entire time, and then sabotaged it upon completion?

Rather than just tell him she thinks it might be a bad idea, she ruins his work and creates these risks?

Said nothing, and decided instead to make a robot with superhuman strength and no understanding of mortality go bezerk?

Caused tens of thousands of dollars of property damage, risked everyone’s lives, and jeopardized the theme park that puts food on their table… just so she didn’t have to tell her husband how she felt?

@weechubbypenguin said:

Okay so this is kinda random but I had a dream the other night that I was watching an animated Rhett and Link movie (they were in space and Barbara was lost on Mars or something), and while watching I kept thinking to myself “Dang, this style looks so familiar!” So the credits start rolling and I saw your name! It was your movie! :D When I woke up I was so upset that it wasn’t real….

Oh wow, that sounded like a really awesome dream! I would love to watch that movie~ (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧
And oh my gosh, I’m so surprised I was a part of your dream wow ;o; !!
I’m sadly not an animator, so I made this movie poster kind of thing about your dream. Thanks a whole bunch for sharing your dream with me, I got so inspired to draw something to it ♥