If they do decide to remake an American psycho movie I do not think it should be Nicholas Chavez or Jacob elordi. I think those options are ass ngl. But pls pls pls cast Cory Micheal Smith. If u saw Saturday night yk he can do the voice. AND if u watch Gotham he is very good at play a psycho and he is very versatile so i think he could make to where his demeanor matches Patrick’s. He always talks about spending so much time and research into his characters and I think if they are gonna cast somebody this is what needs to happen. HE IS PATRICK BATEMAN LIKE WHAT.
Uhh.. guys. I’m writing a request rn and I made ts so long. Do u guys mind reading long shit or is it just me with a short attention span. IT GOOD but idk if ppl will actually try to read it. I got lost in the sauce again
I love when ppl react to Poc casting for white characters and say “well then let’s make Tiana white” like go ahead. I love it because Disney would never do it. Like we all know Disney would rather close down Disney world then ever dare to make Tiana, pochohantas, mulan, jasmine white. Like let’s be real I just love it when they cry about it because ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN AND THEYRE SICK. I just love that their childhood is being taken over by poc women it brings a smile to my face seriously I love it
hi, i love ur lochlan fics!! specially the pinky promise one. also i'm so scared for the two episodes left 😔 no more twl sundays until next season. who do u think is gonna die in the last episode? i feel like it's gonna be an accident death like the others seasons finale. i hope lochlan n his bi twink ass survives n i hope chelsea too 🚬🚬
HIII THANK YOU ILY!! And tbh the 6th episode changed everything for me and I have a few candidates who might die at the end but I also think they’re gonna show more that happened the night with Lochlan and Saxon. I think Tanya is safe until the end of the show for sure. Honestly I’m thinking Rick. And I’m gonna throw in a wild card and say piper. But in all honesty I think Lochlan is safe, if Chelsea dies idk what ima do
In the summer of ‘76,, Matt meets a walking social disaster. In simpler terms.. a girl. I know. Matt Sturniolo and girls aren’t exactly a match made in heaven. But maybe this one is an exception?
September 14, 1976 – A Warm, Late-Summer Evening
The air smelled like gasoline and fading sunlight, warm in that way September gets when summer refuses to let go. The pavement still held onto the heat of the afternoon, radiating up through the soles of Matt Sturniolo’s sneakers as he walked home from McCleary’s Market with a bag of records under his arm. The sky had that golden, hazy look, half dusk, half dream, where everything feels a little too quiet, like the world is holding its breath before night fully settles in.
Matt liked moments like this. When the streets were mostly empty, the radio static in his head quieted, and the only sound was the scuff of his sneakers against the sidewalk.
Then, out of nowhere—
BAM.
A blur of curls. A crash. The sharp edge of a shopping cart jamming into his hip.
Matt stumbled back, nearly dropping his records, as someone practically barreled into him outside the market. A girl.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, immediately grabbing his arms like she could keep him upright through sheer force of will. “Are you okay? Jesus, I wasn’t looking—well, obviously I wasn’t looking, because if I was looking, you wouldn’t be half-dead on the sidewalk right now, but—oh no, did I break something? Are you gonna sue me? Wait, do people actually do that? I mean, I wouldn’t sue if I got hit with a shopping cart, but—”
Matt just blinked at her, trying to process what the hell just happened.
The girl, who had massive brown eyes and a mess of dark curls that looked like they had a mind of their own, stared back at him expectantly, waiting for a response.
“…You talk a lot,” he muttered.
She grinned. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
And then, before he could say anything else, she reached into his grocery bag, dropped a box of Frosted Flakes inside, and walked off like nothing happened.
Matt stood there for a long moment, watching her bounce away down the sidewalk, talking to an old lady who looked very confused but not entirely displeased by her presence.
What the hell just happened?
And, more importantly…
Who was she?
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Authors note.. (Okay a few things this is my first series that I wanted to start and I have a few questions. Do you guys want her to have a name and be her own character or do you want it to be a reader type thing. And also I tried to write this in a rom com type style so if you don’t like it pls lmk. Tell me anything you don’t like. And lastly do you guys want smut in this later on? Because that’s definitely possible)
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maybe we'll meet at a bar he'll drive a funky car 😛
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me when i fell in love with ur writing, then ur bio, and now u 💋💋
also pls i would love to talk saxon requests
Bby I will write anything you want me to write your so sweet omg ILY ILY ILY💔
enemies to lovers hate lwk warranted cause why are u beefing every ten minutes just to end up together like wtf
THIS. Like I get so impatient like it’s so cringey yk u wanna kiss why are u acting slow? If im enemies with someone I couldnt even be in the same room as them.. how are yall fuckin 6 minutes later? Stand on business