#jeremy foley

[lovecatnip]

Casper Meets Wendy

1998

[laserpinksteam]

Film after film: Dante's Peak (dir. Roger Donaldson, 1997)

This box-office failure doesn't look so great brings a lot of trashy joy despite its massive budget. It has Brosnan, who doesn't work great either as a lead action star, despite his tenure, happening during that time, as James Bond. Hamilton is also not enthusiastic enough to sell me on whether she's happy to be here. I like the supporting cast more than I expected: Hallahan (in his last role) is typecast as a smarmy yet likeable asshole; Field is funny and pops up in every scene she's in; there's unexpected gravitas to Hoffman, whom I didn't know before (she's in this multi-season early-1990s soapy show Sisters, starring Sela Ward and Swoosie Kurtz, which I have never watched but would like to); Tzi Ma pops up without much significance to the plot, but it's always fun to see him before he appears in my favorite The Farewell.

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie and TV Marathon...Dante's Peak (1997) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #actionadventure #disaster #volcano #dantespeak #PierceBrosnan #LindaHamilton #jamiereneesmith #jeremtfoley #vintage #vhs #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas2ndannual90sfest

[randomcapz]

Dante's Peak (1997).

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H E D

[olivierdemangeon]

DANTE'S PEAK (1997) ★★★✮☆

[briarruler]

I've seen (and loved) fics were Team Phantom band together and go on the run from the Guys in White. I don't think I've seen a fic were the families of Team Phantom band together and go on the run from the Guys in White.

Imagine it. The kids vanish and the next day the Guys in White are showing up at the door and bundling the parents into vans. The plan was to use them as hostages against their kids. They made three mistakes:

They threatened to harm them.

They promised to harm their children.

They put them together.

The Fentons, the Foleys and the Mansons promptly team up and escape. After that it's Team Parent vs the Government.

Optional characters include:

Ida Manson, assuming that the Guys in White didn't overlook her.

Jazz Fenton, if she isn't already on the run with Team Phantom.

Damon Gray, if Valerie is on the run with Team Phantom.

Their goals may vary depending on how much information they have (and what Team Phantom is up to) but includes at least some of the following:

Evading the Guys in White.

Finding their children.

Dismantling the Guys in White.

Figuring out what is going on with their children.

Leaving the country.

Protecting their children.

Getting the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act revoked.

Although the real challenge might be cooperating long enough to succeed.

[hauntedstrawberrygiver]

Ayo Edebiri at the CFDA Fashion Awards. ❤️

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Late Night Waiting

Summary: After everyone has been waiting for a couple of nerve-wracking hours, Sam and Tucker finally show up at the police station.

...

Danny wishes he could feel better about having a night off from grounding.  But at this point he’s been stuck in the police station for hours and Jazz hasn’t even managed to distract anyone for long enough that he can slip out and figure out what’s going on as Phantom, which would be much more efficient and more likely to solve the actual problem.

Instead, he’s answered the police’s questions about where he saw Sam and Tucker last (at school, like almost every other day since he’s gotten back), and spent the past three hours pacing back and forth in the room they’ve been given to wait in.  Sam’s parents are talking quietly together in one corner, Tucker’s parents are sitting silently in the other, and his family is sitting in the middle, talking about which ghost most likely did this and how best to go after them.

The one time Danny had gone to the bathroom to try and slip away, his dad had insisted on coming with him and waiting outside the door.  Something about waiting to make sure he’s safe while they don’t know what’s going on.

Give this much longer and Danny’s secret identity might slip down the ranks in priorities.

His brain can’t stop coming up with ways he could have prevented this.  Sam and Tucker’s parents called at dinnertime, he should have done some kind of patrol before then.  He should have insisted on spending the night with Sam and Tucker, grounding be damned.  He should have run out to look for Sam and Tucker the second they called, who cared how worried his parents would be when they saw he was missing again too?

It doesn’t matter, because Sam and Tucker could be hurt.  A ghost could have captured them, and he could be contacted any second with some kind of ransom, or threat, or worse.  Fuck, worse.  If Sam and Tucker don’t make it back he’ll never forgive himself—

“Danny,” Jazz says, cutting into his thoughts.  “Come sit down.”

“No thanks I’m good,” Danny says in one breath, spinning around to walk to the other way.

“Danny.”  Jazz reaches out and grabs his hand, then pulls him down onto the chair next to her.  “Stop catastrophizing.  It’s not your fault.”

“But— I could have—”

“Jazz is right, honey,” Mom says, reaching around Jazz to squeeze his hand with a smile.  “There isn’t anything you could have done.”

“As much as I loathe to admit it,” Sam’s mother says with an irritated sigh, before her face surprisingly softens.  “Your mother’s right.  You don’t need to beat yourself up over this, Danny.  You couldn’t have helped by doing anything differently.”

She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew, hisses the voice in Danny’s head.

Jazz catches his gaze and gives him a knowing look.  

Danny shakes the voice away.

He leans heavily against Jazz’s side and pushes his hands over his face, and Jazz wraps her arms around him.  “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs.  She lowers her voice further.  “Worst case scenario, you slip away when all the adults fall asleep and I cover for you.”

Danny nods weakly, then sits back and tries to breathe.

Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that.  Because after about four hours of sitting there, when his dad has just fallen asleep across several chairs and Danny is debating trying the bathroom again, the door opens and a police officer pokes appears in the entrance.

“They’re here,” he says, and Danny is rushing for the door before he can get any other words out.

Sam and Tucker are both talking to an officer across the main room of the precinct, and both of them have barely turned and spotted him when Danny reaches them and throws his arms around their shoulders.

“Oh my god holy fuck are you okay,” he says, squeezing them tightly before pulling back and looking them over for injuries.  He doesn’t see anything life threatening or anything that looks too badly injured thank god, but he pats them down anyway, gently but firmly, checking for any strange lumps or obvious breaks.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I— are you okay are you hurt where does it hurt I don’t know why I’m asking that I can’t actually do anything I’m not a doctor, I— are you okay?  Please tell me you’re okay,” he says, looking desperately back up at their faces.  He finds them both staring at him, at an obvious loss of what to say.

“Young man,” a police officer says before any of them can say anything else.  He reaches out and pulls Danny back, away from Sam and Tucker.  “Please step back.  I understand this is difficult for everyone but we all need to remain calm.”

“Samantha!” comes her mother’s voice, and all of them turn just in time to see her mother rush past the officer to Sam and start doing the exact same injury pat-down that Danny did.

Sam groans in obvious irritation and takes a step back.

“We’re fine,” she says, glaring at her mom.  “Honestly.  We’re not hurt.”

“Oh thank heavens,” her mother says, pulling Sam back in for a hug, and causing another annoyed groan from Sam.

Danny lets out a sigh, looking down in relief.  Now that it’s clear that Sam and Tucker are at least mostly okay, most of the nerves that have been building up around his shoulders relax, and suddenly he just feels exhausted.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, and turns to see Jazz giving him a reassuring smile, which he returns, albeit shakily.

The police finally managed to get everyone to stand back from Sam and Tucker, at least enough that they could continue asking them what happened.

Unfortunately, they’re still close enough to hear everything, meaning Danny’s close enough to hear Sam say, “We got captured by a ghost,” and all of his nerves leap back into his shoulders.

“He didn’t hurt us,” Sam says, waving off the officer’s next question.  “Seemed like he just wanted to scare us.  He actually got distracted pretty easily, and that’s how we managed to slip away.”

Okay, so probably someone harmless like The Box Ghost if they got away that easily.  They probably weren’t in any real danger in a way that Danny was actually 100% necessary to be there for.

…That does not help.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Danny asks, drawing both of their gazes.  They look wary, probably because everyone here is still more than a little on edge.  “Ghosts are no joke.”

“You got that right,” Dad says from over his shoulder.  “You both are going to have to come back with us tonight to get a full check over from the professionals.”

“No,” Sam says quickly, at the same time her mom says “Absolutely not.”

Probably a smart move, honestly.  His parents tended to look for the wrong things, and a lot of their tests tended to be painful in some way.  Danny can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker for the next couple days, while trying to not let the guilt eat him alive.

“I’m in agreement there,” Tucker’s mom says, stepping forward.  “You two both sound like you’ve had a very long night, you need to go home and get some rest.”

“Absolutely a good idea,” Jazz says, trying to send a knowing look at their parents (of which only time would tell how successful it was).  “Sleep is important after an upsetting experience, especially if it’s past midnight.”

“Jazz has a point, honey,” Mom says, putting a reassuring hand on Dad’s shoulder.  “Just come by in the next couple days, you two.  We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong.”

Danny sighs, dropping his head into his hands.  That’s still not going to be helpful, but that’s probably the best they’re going to get from his parents that night.

“Uh, we’ll see,” Sam says, in a tone that means ‘I doubt it,’ and Danny can’t blame her.  She turns to her parents.  “Can we just go home now?”

“We still have questions,” one of the nearby officers says.

“We already told you everything, and I want to go home and sleep,” Sam says.  “It’s been a very long day.”

The officer sighs.  “Alright, but we might come find you with follow up questions in the next couple of days.”

“Fine,” Sam snaps, and she grabs her mom’s arm and starts tugging her towards the door.  Sam’s dad follows shortly after.

Danny can’t help but laugh a little bit.  Sam being just as annoyed with authority as usual is probably a good sign.

“Yeah, I want to go home too,” Tucker says quietly, and starts for the door without any fanfare.  Before he leaves, however, he stops in front of Danny.  He doesn’t look at him though, instead watching Sam.

Danny turns to watch her too, wondering what Tucker sees.  But as soon as Sam walks out the front door and steps out of sight, Tucker turns and wraps his arms around Danny.

Danny gives a sound of surprise, muffled by Tucker’s cheek smushing against his face.

Tucker pulls back a second later.  “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking down.  “I just… I had to do that.”

Danny just gives him a warm smile in return.  “Hey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me anything,” he says quietly, with what’s hopefully the right level of a joking tone.

Tucker smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.  It barely reaches his mouth.

Danny doesn’t push, since that’s a bad idea especially now, and a couple seconds later, Tucker turns back to his parents and nods to the door, and all three of them walk out.

“Alright,” Jazz says, drawing Danny and his parents’ attention.  “We should go home too.”

“I agree,” Mom says, as the four of them all start moving towards the door.  “It’s been a very long night, and you both still have school in the morning.”

“What?” Danny asks.  “Don’t we get to stay home?  These are extenuating circumstances and all that!”

“Sam and Tucker are the ones who got captured by ghosts, not you two,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow.  “And you can’t afford to miss any more class, Danny.”

Danny grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath, though he’s thinking about how he didn’t get time off when he was kidnapped.  It doesn’t matter that it’s entirely his fault for using running away as a cover story, the universe is still being unfair.  Especially considering he’s exhausted enough that he feels himself falling asleep on the car ride back.

When he gets home, however, he shakes himself awake, and after telling his parents goodnight, he heads up to his room and transforms.

He opens the window and is about to fly out when the door opens behind him, and he spins around, heart leaping into his throat.

Thankfully, Jazz is the one who stands in the doorway.

“And what exactly makes you think that’s a good idea?” she asks, shutting the door behind her.

Danny lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the wall.  “Don’t do that, Jazz, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Danny,” Jazz says, crossing her arms.  “Patrolling isn’t a good idea right now.”

“Why not?  Clearly I should have been patrolling earlier.”

“Well, because you need to sleep for one, and for two, I don’t want you going out there stewing in your own head and making yourself feel even worse.”

Danny looks away, trying to disguise it as a glare.  “Sam and Tucker—”

“Are fine.  They’re not even a little hurt, and got away themselves without any needed help.  You, on the other hand, need rest.  Mom already said you’re still going to school tomorrow.”

Danny forces himself to look back at Jazz.  “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know everyone is safe, Jazz.”

“Everyone is safe, Danny.  Your ghost sense would go off or there’d be some kind of news alert if there was something you needed to take care of.  And if the news alert was happening Mom and Dad would wake up the whole house rushing off to help with it.”

Danny looks down.  She has a point.  And he can practically feel himself falling asleep standing here.

“Go to sleep, Danny.  There’s nothing else you can do tonight.  If tomorrow Sam and Tucker are at school you can talk to them and see if there’s ways you can help, and I’ll help you out there too.  But tonight the most helpful thing you can do is get some sleep.”

Danny sighs, and glares more lightheartedly up at Jazz.  “I hate it when you’re right,” he says, prefaced with sticking out his tongue.

“You’re gonna hate most of the things I say, then,” Jazz says with a smug smile.

Danny rolls his eyes and shuts the window.  He turns back into Danny Fenton and moves over to his dresser to pull some pajamas out, then casts a glance back at Jazz.  “Alright, now get out.  Neither of us want you here for this part.”

It’s Jazz’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah,” she says, turning to leave.  “But hey, I’m really proud of you, you know.”

Danny scoffs despite himself.  “I didn’t even do anything tonight.”

“I’m proud of how much you care, you dork,” Jazz says, crossing her arms with a fond smile.  “It’s obvious how much Sam and Tucker mean to you, that’s all.  And I’m proud of how much you do for them, and everyone.”

“Uh, whatever,” Danny says, looking away and crossing his arms.  “You don’t have to get all sappy about it.”

“You can’t stop me from getting all sappy about it,” Jazz says, sounding smug again, and she leaves and shuts the door before Danny can say anything else.

Danny sighs, but he has a slight smile on his face as he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed.

And it’s honestly annoying the level of right that Jazz is, because he falls asleep almost immediately.

[fox-sama97]

I've posted chapter 1 of my new fic, "Ignore at Your Own Risk" an expansion of the snippet I posted before about Danny getting all of John Constantine's soul contracts called "Can't Ignore Us Anymore".

The beginning of Chapter 1 is mostly the same as the snippet, the middle is completely new, and the end has been reworded. Hoping to get new chapters out at least every other week, but that will hopefully move to once a week as I get into the swing of things.

Here is a snippet of the middle below the keep reading.

The boy appeared again in the ruins of a town. Buildings crumpled and stagnant pools of green-brown water amidst the mud and muck.

The aftermath of a tsunami in a landlocked town.

There were signs of reconstruction. Signs that, despite the devastation, not everyone had died. There were still enough people to bury the dead, to rebuild for the living, even if it was slow.

Despite this, the boy encountered no one as he made his way forward. Shadows lurked in the broken buildings, quick to draw back as he passed. The boy continued on, the briefest flickers of grief flashing across his face before it was reigned back, face neutral but eyes cold once more.

The boy briefly stopped in front of a large government building. It had fared better than most, but still bore the scars of the event that had laid the town low. Mud caked high onto the building where the waters had dragged it. Several pillars cracked, broken, or completely gone. All the windows boarded up and covered in tarp along with several holes in the walls. A large section of the stairs was completely missing. And the doors, crooked and ajar, with their frames swollen from water damage.

Despite the state of the doors, they opened without a sound to the boy's touch. He continued on, mud absent from his steps as he walked the halls. Evidence of damage was apparent inside in the slow rotting of the framing at the tops of the hallway walls, the lighter shapes on the walls where there was once furniture or decorations that had been destroyed or moved, and the mud stained floor, a path hastily cleared down the center. The distant sound of arguing voices at the end of the hall.

The boy, unhurried, made his way towards the end of the hall, where another set of double doors lay open, the argument growing louder and louder, until eight distinct voices could be heard. Inside sat the Council.

They did not notice the boy at first. No one saw him until he wished to be seen, but even if he had, they likely would not have, too enthralled in their argument. The boy watched.

"This whole thing is a risk, Valerie! We never should have sent him off alone and-"

"And what Jazz?! We've tried the normal ways and they never cared then, so why would they care now? We have to make them care!"

They all appeared run down and dirty. Mud stained clothes they'd worn for several days in a row. Hair limp and frizzy. Their faces were mostly clean, with the occasional spot of mud. Prominent dark circles beneath their slightly sunken eyes contrasting with comparatively pale skin. Tense lines running across their face and several hands clenched with mud caked beneath the nails that could be seen. They all had unpainted steel guns with glowing green canisters shining through the handles.

Jazz was standing, fists clenched at her sides, face slightly flushed, like all the blood in her face had flowed into her cheeks. Her red hair was shoved into a messy bun, nearly matted from the lack of clean running water to bathe with.

Valerie loomed over the table, hands planted firmly on it, face set in angry determination, green irises slowly bleeding red, strands of curly black hair rising into the air from where they'd fallen out of her hair wrap.

"And we will, Valerie. The Justice League will be aware of Amity Park soon and the consequences of their inaction." The words, while stated calmly, held an anger to them that few could match. The woman who spoke them sat straight, like a steel rod had replaced her spine. Her red hair was shot through with gray, and her teal eyes held a fire to them, like she'd see the world burn before her and it still wouldn't be enough.

She wore a black funeral dress, dirty like the rest of their clothes, but over there heart, the fabric had been torn until it flopped over, exposing a darker undershirt. Despite the stains on the rest of the dress, this spot, this torn fabric, had been kept clean and displayed prominently.

Clenched tight in her right hand was the arm of a blond man. His hair similarly disheveled and shot through with gray, clothes a similar set of mourning black, torn over his heart as well. In appearance, it was clear he followed the lead of the woman beside him, but unlike her, his blue eyes were nearly dead, staring out at the world as a passive observer.

"Talking about this now won't solve anything, Pamela. All we can do is wait for news, so we should spend it productively. Food and water should last for another few days before we need to go for a supply run or try to negotiate with the ghosts. Reconstruction is going…as well as can be expected. Two more buildings were made habitable, so we can move a few more groups out of the Community Center. How is water purification, weapon production, and Militia training going?"

The words had started strong, but as she went, they got harsher and quieter, like she was fighting to get them out of her mouth without coughing. Her thin, nearly gray hands rose before falling like weights, her strength failing her. Quiet wheezing parted her chapped lips, nearly moving her sunken cheeks. Despite her obvious poor health, her eyes remained sharp and intelligent.

"Angela, you should be resting-"

"I'm FINE, Maurice! I spent a week resting in the hospital, that's more than anyone else here. There are more important and necessary things that need to be done and it's not like resting will bring-" Her teeth clacked together audibly, breath slowly whistling between her teeth before rising as she suppressed another coughing fit.

Maurice flinched back like he'd been slapped. Slowly, carefully he rested his hand on Angela's back. Tears threatened to spill from his green eyes, but they were still filled with understanding and shared grief.

A quiet ping echoed from his side and his hand shot down, retrieving a battered PDA. Eyes tearing away from Angela to focus the alert he'd received.

[geekgirles]

I'm starting to think the reason why Sam doesn't get in trouble at school as often as Danny is because, while the student body remains unaware, the faculty knows her parents are filthy stinking rich because of all the donations they probably make to Casper High. I mean, if being an A-lister usually gives you a free card to do whatever you like, then being loaded probably works on the same principle.

[lovecatnip]

Dante's Peak

1997

[ofkithandmckinney]

KITH vs TLOG

Getting the band back together

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on my 90's Fest Movie 🎥 marathon...Dante's Peak (1997) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #disaster #volcano #dantespeak #actionadventure #piercebrosnan #LindaHamilton #jamiereneesmith #JeremyFoley #grantheslov #TziMa #vintage #vhs #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas3rdannual90sfest

[fandomcrazy6226]

I have to context for this or any concept of "doing with it" but I was on the bus earlier today listening to "Voices in my Head" from Be More Chill (as a theater kid waiting for musical season does) and this idea just sort of. entered my brain.

So, Danny Phantom/Be More Chill AU. This is more in the mindset of like, character parallels and they sort of match up really well?

Like, obviously Danny as Jeremy, the protagonist who ends up having weird stuff happening to him that causes the story, and Tucker as Michael, the best friend/sidekick who happens to be POC (which isn't extremely significant just fun match). Also Tucker and Michael totally have similar vibes

Then there's Sam as Christine, the love interest who's into things the other kids aren't and supports environmental causes

I'm thinking Jazz for Jenna Rolan, just being the one who manages to know pretty much everything (also being the first one Jeremy/Danny is able to coerce into being SQUIPed)

Chloe and Brooke would obviously be Paulina and Valerie, in that order

Rich would be Dash, the one who actively bullies Danny but has moments of helpfulness, and for Jake I was thinking Kwan (although actually if it was Wes that might be funnier)

Jack as Jeremy's dad, and Mr. Lancer as Mr. Reyes (which considering how dramatic both of the teachers are would actually work pretty well)

And I think the best conclusion I came to when this all blossomed in my head, for who the SQUIP itself would be.

Vlad. Plasmius. As the SQUIP.

Like I'm proud of myself for that one because it's SO PERFECT

[englandamericaitaly]

grit your teeth and shift your weight- chapter 6

"Samantha?" Danny cringed. The doc- he hadn't bothered to check the person's name yet among everything else going on- had only spoken to Sam's parents so far, so it's not like they would actually know what she preferred. But that wasn't a great start to waking her up. "Samantha, I'm Dr. Kris Echevarria. You're at Amity Park General Hospital. It'll be a little hard to talk right now, so can you nod if you can understand me?" As they spoke, Sam seemed to wake up more and slowly nodded after a moment of processing. "Okay, that's good. Do you remember what happened or why you're here? Take your time and just nod again."

Was that normal for doctors to ask? It seemed to make more sense to say what was wrong first? At least in his mind, it did. He really didn't have much experience with hospitals- he hadn't risked going to one since he got his powers and most things that ever went wrong before that were taken care of by an appointment or a trip to the school nurse.

Either way, Danny (and the doctor and nurse too, it seemed) waited tensely for some form of response from Sam.  It looked like she was thinking hard for a minute before doing a sort of side-to-side wobble that wasn't a yes or a no.

Dr. Echevarria nodded, keeping their expression smooth but not robotic or anything. The nurse stepped out of the room and Danny could hear her begin to update Sam's parents that she was awake and they would be allowed in soon.

"Yeah, that's about expected. Blood-loss and anesthesia can both cause confusion, so it might be a little while before things are all sorted out. You'll have some time before you have to make any sort of statements... I'm sorry, but- do you remember about your arm?" It took everything Danny had to keep invisible. At least Sam's parents weren't making everything terrible for her at the moment, but he desperately wanted to be there for her properly at the moment rather than just hiding like he was. As if he'd be allowed in, though. He didn't know if he was more relieved or stressed as Sam nodded. She remembered.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41717448/chapters/108284826