Okay wait I know I just submitted an ask, but have another!!!
Did you plot out years for all the future movies in disaster? Do each of them have plot points/summaries?
You got my brain spinning with all the possibilities!
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🚨spoilers for disaster chapter 20 ahead🚨
here's a quick summary of the boys' projects, at least the ones mentioned in the chapter. @bigassbowlingballhead jump in if i forget something <3 again, at LEAST half of these ideas were his.
they both did the sequel, obviously, which came out in 2025.
nick:
2027 - Heart-Shaped Box, a Kurt Cobain biopic. This is the movie Taylor convinced him to audition for after his big breakup.
2029 - he played Dr. Pomatter in a movie version of the Waitress musical
2030 - Colts, Nick played a coach for a misfit group of rugby players
2032 - Alexander, a miniseries about Alexander the Great. DID YOU KNOW THAT HES GREEK?!?!!
2033 - The Art of Mourning, a family dramedy about grief. Meryl played his mom.
He also released an ep and an album in there.
taylor:
2026 - Last December, a queer romance with Paul Mescal
2027 - Zürich, baby's first action movie <3
2028-2032 - 42, a network politcal dramedy. the show is basically 'what if hilary won?' and taylor plays her chief of staff.
2029 - Shoot Out, aka's Nick's favorite Taylor movie, where he played the villian in a western
“I gotta keep you on your toes somehow, Lieutenant.” Phoenix voice was light and her smile was tender, the dimple in her cheek that he loved so much on display as he squeezed her knee.
“Trust me, you’ve had me on my toes from the minute we met at The Hard Deck.” Bob had seen her as soon as she came in the double doors, confident and beautiful and when she stepped up to Hangman brown eyes flashing he’d been a goner. He’d never expected a woman like her to notice a guy like him in a million years but it had only taken her a few minutes to see him and draw him out, to assess him with those flashing eyes and find him worthy.
Inspiration for this one hadn't struck yet, and then two things happened yesterday: we had the first significant snow of the season, and the power went out.
[Note: this snippet is set in the same MSF canonverse AU as I fought the war (but the war won). If you haven't read that story, all you need to know is that it's still Star Wars - but Jyn is a journalist and Cassian is a medical aid worker.]
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The ceiling light flickered and faded before dying altogether with a pop, leaving Jyn in the dark. The power was out—again.
Jyn rubbed her hands together until the friction generated an ember of warmth and folded them tightly around it as though she were praying. If she was the kind of person who prayed, she’d be begging for the heating to come back. She could shoot during the daytime without artificial lighting, or use the spotlights on her drone camera; its battery recharged on solar. But the damp cold of Aldhani had settled in the marrow of her bones.
Her head jerked up at a sound in the hall, just before there was a rap on her half-open door. “Jyn?” a familiar voice called. “There’s a fire in the lobby. Come down and stay warm.”
Of course Andor had come to track her down.
“I’m fine,” Jyn said, picking up her tablet and squinting at the dim glow of its screen.
“I can see you shivering from here. Helpful hint—gloves need fingers if you want them to actually keep your hands warm.”
“Alright, alright, I'm coming,” Jyn sighed, making a performance out of her grudging agreement. If she played along, maybe Cassian would sleep with her tonight—and she meant sleep, as in share blankets for body heat; Force knew it was too cold for sex.
She locked her camera away in its case before trailing after Cassian down the broad staircase to the grand lobby. Despite the high ceiling, it was relatively warm down here. The MSF crew lodged in the other wing of the hotel had closed all the doors leading out of the lobby and built a roaring bonfire in a huge stone hearth she suspected had been mainly ornamental until now.
They’d also dragged most of the furniture into the radius of the firelight. Jyn found a seat on an upholstered bench, and only bristled a little for show when Cassian sat beside her. A bottle of something was making its way around the circle. Cassian sniffed at it suspiciously and then tossed back a draught, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and passing the bottle to her.
Jyn drank and winced—it was even harsher than the stuff Melshi brought from home. She handed the bottle on to her neighbour and wrapped her arms around herself, staring into the fire. The flames crackled and sang and flowed in bright shapes that mesmerized her with a sense of formless patterns.
“Warm enough?” Cassian tipped his head down, checking on her.
Jyn blinked, half-blinded by starbursts of light behind her eyelids. “Could be warmer.” Mellowed by the drink, she pulled his arm around her and tucked herself into his side. Faint afterimages still streaked across her vision.
“Have you ever seen the Eye?” she asked. Cassian had mentioned that he’d been to Aldhani before; he’d taught her a few words of Dhani.
“No,” he said quietly. “It only happens every three years—the next time is more than a year away. And I don’t know if the Dhani want outsiders seeing it… but the Empire doesn’t.”
“I wish I could see it,” she said wistfully.
Aldhani had simmered under the Empire for years, never quite docile but grudgingly obedient. Then the Imps dammed a river and tried to flood the sacred valley—and the Dhani erupted. Their unexpected resistance had brought Jyn here, to this Imperial resort town built in the hope of turning pacified Aldhani into a tourist destination. So far, judging by the number of power outages, the Dhani were proving stubbornly unpacified.
Jyn and Cassian didn’t talk openly about politics—it was too dangerous. As the foster-daughter of a man the ISB had killed, Jyn mostly kept her head down and hoped they’d forgotten about her. But Cassian barely hid his smouldering hatred of the Empire. Jyn had seen him strain at the narrow bounds of faux “neutrality” MSF was forced to work within; she’d listened to him rage at being used as proof of official benevolence by the government that had caused the damage they were allowed to alleviate only in part.
“One day.” He pressed his cheek against her hair, speaking low into her ear, and his arm tightened around her. “One day we both will.”
For once, Jyn didn’t scoff at his unfounded hope. She only leaned into his side and closed her eyes and imagined what that would be like.
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A/N: for some reason, this has become my AU of choice for domestic fluff? Probably because I can make it a happier universe in which the Empire is defeated a lot earlier than it happened in canon!
Grace, coming once again to you inbox to ask about disaster!!
Okay, so, just reread the last chapter and it put me in my ~feels~ but also had me wondering about all the movies Taylor and Nick got up to in the future of this verse. Specifically, the other movie Taylor does with Matthew, The Grand Mere, yes? Any details you can share about that one?
ty, ilu, mwah
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there is a document for your other ask, which i am so excited about 😘 but you know how it is. too many wips. we'll get there!
OKAY BUCKLE UP BABES TIME FOR SOME DISASTER LORE
i'm not putting this under a cut but this could be spoilery if you haven't read chapter 20 of disaster
FIRST... @bigassbowlingballhead gets about 75% of the credit AT LEAST for all the amazing ideas and projects and basically all of the meat of chapter 20. truly this fic is our fic; it would be a silly scrap of pwp without all of his efforts and ideas <3
we spent a lot of time brainstorming the boys' future projects and i am so so excited to have an excuse to talk about them because a lot of these details didn't make it into the fic.
out of all of the boys' projects, The Grand Mere is absolutely the one closest to my heart. I want this movie SO BAD. jon gets all the credit for this one. i woke up to his stroke of genius and was knocked over by how perfect it was.
The Grand Mere is a biopic about José Sarria, the first openly gay man to run for office in America. He was a political activist and a drag queen. It was released in 2033 and was campaigning for an oscar when the boys do actors on actors.
Matthew directed and handpicked Taylor for role. He's got the looks and the charisma, so Matthew didn't care that he's way too tall. Matthew also knew that Taylor would understand and value the role and bring what he was looking for to the project.
You can read more about Sarria, also known as The Grand Mere, The Absolute Empress I of San Francisco, and the Widow Norton on his wikipedia page, which also has some other great links. The Legacy Project has some good pictures.
He turned his head and finally she could look into his eyes and see the exhaustion in his face but she didn’t see any other signs that should cause such strong worry to burn in her stomach.
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aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
hmm, what would be mundane? i’d say for me, just enjoying an evening on the couch with an SO/husband would be nice. still waiting on that special person to come into my life. 😊
