#casey johnson

[sugrwatermelon]

Comic TMNT "We need to Talk" Part 1

Lol. My style is so terrible. The last part/The next part

[emmaivanova]

What about the ninja turtles?

[cinnamonbarbies]

Nicky Hilton, Casey Johnson & Nicole Richie 2004

[thatbitchsimone]

[rainintheevening]

Okay, for the ask game, 3, 5, and 12 (because I'm evil >:D)

3. What tropes do you like writing about the most? (´▽`ʃƪ)

Hmmmm, what counts as a trope? Befriending the enemy. The Lost Sheep. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Friends to Life Companions. Redemption by change of life not death. Found Family.

5. One individual fun fact for each OC in the tags. ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

Oh crap, who all did I put in the tags?? I will hazard guesses, okay?

Aster-Ryn: She scratched her name into her lightsaber hilt: Aster-Ryn padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi. It's very small, and rather crooked, and hard to find if you're not looking for it, but it's there.

Squatch: Names one of his kids Enn, after the name Anakin took during his wandering years.

Eric MacDonald: Has only ever kept one watch, a Swiss Tissot his Dad gave him for his 12th birthday. He's just gotten the band expanded. It has his name and sweater number engraved on the back.

Casey Johnson: Doesn't eat mints. Even the sweet ones. Mint flavour in things like ice cream or cake or when chocolate is involved, is fine. But not actual mints.

Addie: Makes up a 'happy birthday' song, for his own 25th birthday, and it becomes popular among many of the clones. Every birthday when the others all sing it for him, he sings along quietly for himself too.

Rae-Lin Jinn (born Kenobi): Nearly drowned multiple times as a kid. Would not stay away from this one beach with a hefty riptide. Drove her big sister batty, since it was Cas-Ira's duty to look out for her.

Gajeen: Loves classical music, opera, and the like. Once dreamed of being a famous quetarra player, but then his brother died, and he inherited the role of majordomo at Caminus.

(Okay, I did go check those tags.)

12. Write another line in your WIP (rude, productive, but okay). ◔̯◔

Done.

Her smile was small and sharp and cruel.

Okay, now I need to go really write.

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[gatutor]

Chester Morris-Lucille Ball-Casey Johnson-Kent Taylor " Volvieron cinco" (Five came back) 1939, de John Farrow.

[ncytiri]

oh... my goodness this cast is so gorgeous bye

i also love how summery everyone looks 🫶🫶🫶

[genzgrl]

[jurrasicworldcc]

Jurassic World Chaos Theory OC short fic:

Title: Changes

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At Casey’s Lab in Costa Rica

Casey sobbed as he sulked on the couch, looking at the picture of Brooklynn. He had visited America for a bit to visit Yasmina and Sammy but Brooklynn had called him in when Darius was supposed to help him with something…

…And it was too late when he and Darius saw Brooklynn’s blood on the rock…and the Allosaurus…

He looked at the picture of Brooklynn one more time and kept crying. Brooklynn had so much left with him to do, even with the whole break-up she had and her staying at Darius’ for a bit. To be honest, Casey had feelings for Brooklynn too but was too scared to tell her anything.

He looked at the picture a third time and stood from the couch. He looked at a bottle of pink hair dye and grabbed it. “Brooklynn…” he spoke out in tears. “…I’m gonna fix this…”

He walked to his bathroom, put on a pair of gloves, and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He hovered the bottle over his head and began to pour it into his hair. He took a few breaths as he felt the liquid in his hair. He then leaned his head down and started scrubbing the dye all over.

Within minutes, his hair was completely pink, remembering Brooklynn’s signature hair color. He sighed, taking a look at his new look, but something still didn’t feel right. Brooklynn was gone and he was still there, standing in that bathroom, not doing a goddamn thing about it.

He needed to know who was behind this. Who wanted Brooklynn dead. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that the Allosaurus that killed her was sent there by something…or someone…

“Brooklynn…I’m gonna fix this.” Casey repeated over and over.

He grabbed his backpack and started getting a bunch of supplies into it. He grabbed his passport and then grabbed his shotgun that he kept well hidden from guests who would visit his lab uninvited. He also packed a photo of him and the Camp Fam, namely as a reminder of why he was doing this.

He stepped out of the lab, not caring that the raining was pouring and thunder was crashing. He entered his car and sighed. He picked up his phone and he sighed in relief as a familiar British voice said, “‘Ello?”

“Mae?” Casey asked.

“Casey! Bloody marvelous that you called me! How are you doing, love?”

“Mae…You may have heard from Ben about Brooklynn…and I’m going to figure out how and why this happened.”

“Casey, I know this isn’t easy but this won’t bring Brooklynn back—“

“If I don’t do this, then who? If not now, when? I bet when April died, you would want to know who would do this…”

He heard Mae’s voice sigh and her voice spoke, “Okay, love. I can’t stop you from doing this, can’t I?”

“…….No……”

“Then what do you need?”

“I’m gonna need one of your jets. What do you got that’s fast and to America?”

“Hmm…I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Mae.”

“You’re welcome, Casey. Just don’t get too carried away.”

“I won’t.”

He hung up and began to drive to the airport. He saw the glowing lights of the night-ridden city and sighed. He then spoke out one last time, “Brooklynn…I’m gonna fix this…I’m gonna stop whatever caused this…”

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Yes, this is a teaser for a new design for my Casey OC in release for Chaos Theory the other day.

[wttnblog]

From Person to Publicist: The Evolution of Celebrity and Image

The layperson’s first brush with everyday perfection came in the ’90s when the daughters of New York City’s richest power players decided to make their life consumable to the average person. Rather than hiding inside of mansions like the millionaires of yore, these women—such as Paris Hilton, Casey Johnson, and Olivia Palermo—were seen both at red carpet events and blackout drunk at nightclubs.…

[sugrwatermelon]

Comic TMNT "We need to Talk" Part 2

(sorry for the wait..) The last part/The next part

[rickchung]

Not Dead Yet (prod. Casey Johnson & David Windsor).

ABC’s ghost workplace sitcom inspired by British rom-com author’s novel Confessions of a Forty-Something F**k Up is shockingly conventional despite the high-concept buy-in of a journalist relegated to newspaper obituary writer seeing the spirits of the recently deceased individuals she’s assigned to memorialize with no explanation of this very unusual phenomenon.

A very chipper Gina Rodriguez stars as the aforementioned (not quite forty) “f**k up” in a mostly winning comic performance as a near middle-aged woman starting all over again from the bottom opposite her co-worker bestie (Hannah Simone). Despite the inconsistencies, there’s just enough charm in the ensemble's performances to entice viewers.

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[thatbitchsimone]

[rainintheevening]

11!

11. OC Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the OC; author makes). ❀☉‿☉❀

Well, lovely anon, since you didn't specify, I went out on a limb, and did one for my OG characters, invented over a decade ago, my beloved boys Eric MacDonald and Casey Johnson.

Best friends since they were born, small town boys, dyed-in-the-wool Canadians, hockey players, and general rednecks, they also love art and stories, with Eric being the writer and Casey the artist. Wrote my first novel about them as kids, though in my head they've been growing up, and are now in their 20s. One day, I would love to write about them again.