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#stranger things#master of puppets#metallica#Ben Hewitt#tv series#poster art#illustration#Eddie Munson#Joseph Quinn#Chapter Nine: The Piggyback
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"Born 11 September 1935, New York State Died 8 December 1996, Maryland
Ben Hewitt made four fine records for Mercury Records in the late fifties, then disappeared from view until he was tracked down, in 1983, by Colin Escott and Hank Davis, who were in the process of compiling a Bear Family LP of Ben's recordings. He is sometimes described as a Canadian artist, but though he did live close to the Canadian border for much of his life, he was in fact a US citizen.
Hewitt was born in 1935 in a one-room, dirt-floor log cabin on the Tuscarora Indian Reservation in New York State. He wanted a guitar from the time he was nine or ten and kept bugging his father who finally broke down when Ben was about 12 and bought him a ukelele. About a year later, he got his first guitar, a $12.50 Stella. Influenced by Elvis and Sun Records, Ben started performing in bars. For over 13 years he played at DeFazio's in Niagara Falls, NY. It was there that Hewitt was approached by one Julian Langford. Hewitt told Escott and Davis: "He looked exactly like Colonel Tom Parker. He was up from Florida working in construction. He asked us what we'd charge to do some demos for him. He thought of himself as a songwriter, but he had the same tune to everything. The lyrics were nothing to write home about either. He'd come to us week after week and sing us the latest song he'd written. For the hell of it, we said, ' We'll do it on one condition. You supply the booze. Plus you gotta pay 20 bucks apiece and rent the hall'. "
It was this Julian Langford who secured Hewitt a recording contract with Mercury in 1958. The sessions were held in New York City and produced by Clyde Otis. Four singles were released, 1959-60. Clyde Otis didn't want Langford's material (except for "Whirlwind Blues"), most of the Mercury sides are Ben's own compositions. Otis himself also contributed a song, co-written with Brook Benton, "I Ain't Givin' Up Nothin' (If I Can't Have Something From You)". Hewitt's version of this song is the original one ; there were later versions by Clyde McPhatter and Jimmy "Frenchy" Dee, with Mickey Gilley on piano.
Ben's records did not sell particularly well, but enough to secure him plenty of bookings through the Shaw Agency, where he was the only white artist. Ben soon got tired of touring and after a nasty incident with Julian Langford, which hurt his (Ben's) reputation at Mercury, he lost interest in making records. He did not record again until 1975, when he cut a country single ("Border City Call Girl") for Broadland Records in Toronto, which was leased to Shelby Singleton's Plantation label."
Ben Hewitt - My Search https://youtu.be/dJp9WLfGDMc
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#boy meets world#bmwgifs#cory matthews#topanga lawrence#shawn hunter#angela moore#eric matthews#jack hunter#ben savage#danielle fishel#rider strong#trina mcgee#will friedle#matthew lawrence#jennifer love hewitt#halloween#tvgifs
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Sorry I killed all your friends. Do you still think I'm hot?
#I have so many thoughts on my mind at all times my bad#stefano valentini#ruvik victoriano#thomas hewitt#bubba sawyer#billy lenz#brahms heelshire#vincent sinclair#bo sinclair#lester sinclair#eyeless jack#jeff the killer#ticci toby#homicidal liu#ben drowned#kate the chaser#nina the killer#jane the killer#clockwork#slenderman#splendorman#zalgo#nurse ann#the puppeteer#hobo heart#judge angels#zero#albert wesker#phillip graves#vee's dumbass jokes
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From J-14, December 1999.
#j-14#1999#1990s#pizza dance#*nsync#nsync#jewel#fred durst#carly pope#red hot chili peppers#britney spears#gwen stefani#jaleel white#jennifer love hewitt#nicholle tom#brandy norwood#freddie prinze jr#alyson hannigan#sarah michelle gellar#amy jo johnson#james van der beek#ben affleck#justin timberlake#alicia silverstone
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ACTORS WHO APPEAR IN MUSIC VIDEOS PT. 3
Jennifer Lopez starring Ben Affleck in "Jenny From The Block".
The Rolling Stones starring Angelina Jolie in Anybody Seen My Baby
Bruce Springsteen starring Courtney Cox in "Dancing in the Dark".
Enrique Iglesias starring Jennifer Love Heiwitt in "Hero".
Aerosmith starring Alicia Silverstone in "Cryin".
Aerosmith starring Mila Kunis in "Jaded".
Michael Jackson starring Eddy Murphy & Iman in "Remember The Time".
Shakira & Cardi B starring Lucien Laviscount in "Punteria".
Michael Jackson starring Macaulay Culkin in "Black or White".
The Offspring starring Zoey Deschanel in "She's Got Issues".
Annie Lennox starring Hugh Laurie in "Walking on Broken Glass".
Michael Jackson starring John Travolta, Carl Weathers, Mayim Bialik, Whoopi Goldberg, Corey Feidman, Quincy Jones, Dan Aykroyd, Brigitte Nielsen, Danny Glover, Olivia Hussey, Billy Dee Williams, Paula Abdul, Lou Ferrigno, Richard Dreyfuss, Lou Diamond Philips, Don King, Jasmine Guy, Virginia Madsen, Rosanna Arquette, Steve Guttenberg, Amy Irving, Blair Underwood, Beverley Johnson, Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Jackie Collins, Emily Dreyfuss in "Liberian Girl".
#jennifer lopez#ben affleck#the rolling stones#rolling stones#angelina jolie#bruce springsteen#courtney cox#enrique iglesias#jennifer love hewitt#aerosmith#alicia silverstone#mila kunis#michael jackson#micheal jackson#eddy murphy#iman#shakira#cardi b#lucien laviscount#macaulay culkin#the offspring#zoey deschanel#annie lennox#hugh laurie#john travolta#whoopi goldberg#quincy jones#danny glover#paula abdul#lou ferrigno
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A few performers celebrated their 100th show in Cast 14 yesterday, a few weeks after most of the cast celebrated theirs.
Robert Wilkes celebrates with the An-Jellicle Choir.
Ben Reynolds as Munkustrap shows off some performance photos, with Joshua Clayton as Plato and Macavity, and Joe Hewitt as Alonzo.
06 April 2024.
#CATS Musical#CATS the Musical#CATS RCCL Cast 14#Munkustrap#Ben Reynolds#Plato#Macavity#Joshua Clayton#Alonzo#Joe Hewitt
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I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) Directed by Jim Gillespie
#i know what you did last summer#ben willis#julie james#jennifer love hewitt#sarah michelle gellar#ryan phillippe#4th of july#july 4th#horror movies#horror
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Did a redraw of some old Chaos Walking art I did 11 years ago but this time actually drew my own version (The first one was copied from FollowTheRiver on DA, I was 15 and wanting to learn how to draw fanart without doing photo-realism).
I remember looking though DA in the early days and seeing people draw fanart of books that hadn't yet gotten TV shows or movies and being really inspired to learn how to do that myself. I haven't really put my improved skills to work much but I'm sure 15 year old me would be beyond happy to be able to finally draw what has only been imagined in my head for years now
If you haven't read the Chaos Walking series (The Knife of Never letting Go), I would highly recommend it. The movie just doesn't do it justice.
#fanart#todd hewitt#redraw#digital fanart#chaos walking#patrick ness#monsters of men#the knife of never letting go#Ben
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to all my chaos walking fans here is stuff i drew but never posted while i was gone hi👋👋sorry for abandoning my bffs
The video is the funniest thing ive ever made sorry (it suppsed to be ben and 1017 btw)
#chaos walking books#mayor prentiss#david prentiss#todd hewitt#chaos walking fanart#monsters of men#the ask and the answer#the knife of never letting go#ben moore#cillian boyd#1017#meow#my art
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Gideon Taaffe at MMFA:
Right-wing pundits are drawing lines in the sand over whether to oust House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA). The slim GOP majority in Congress has enabled the possibility of a few members of the party forcing a vote on removing the Republican speaker, and many MAGA-aligned personalities have stoked the flames while others say they back Johnson.
Prominent House Republicans have called for Johnson to be removed from the speakership for his role in pushing for foreign aid spending without ties to spending on the U.S.-Mexico border. Earlier this year, Senate Republicans struck down a bipartisan border and foreign aid spending bill amid opposition from House Republicans, including Johnson, and former President Donald Trump. Reps. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA), Paul Gosar (R-AZ), and Thomas Massie (R-KY) have all called for Johnson to step down or risk a motion to vacate. [NBC, 4/19/24; CNN, 2/8/24]
Following the passage of over $60 billion to fund Ukraine’s defense efforts, Greene said, “Mike Johnson’s speakership is over.” She added: “He needs to do the right thing to resign and allow us to move forward in a controlled process. If he doesn’t do so, he will be vacated.” [CNN, 4/21/24]
@mediamattersforamerica takes a deep dive on the right-wing media's divide over whether House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) should stay on as Speaker in the wake of securing passage for a bipartisan foreign aid bill for Ukraine.
#Mike Johnson#Conservative Media Apparatus#Speaker Of The House#Charlie Kirk#Stephen Bannon#Greg Kelly#Liz Wheeler#Ukraine#Phillip Buchanan#Catturd#Emerald Robinson#Tucker Carlson#Hugh Hewitt#Ben Shapiro#Liz Peek#Jenna Ellis#Leo Terrell#Julie Kelly
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Congratulations and Happy Closing to Cast 14 of Oasis of the Seas!
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#cats oasis of the seas#cats oasis 14#cats rccl 14#rina punwani#rumpelteazer#samuel lewis wright#mungojerrie#devinre adams#rum tum tugger#ben reynolds#munkustrap#joe hewitt#alonzo (cats)#matthew tratch#tumblebrutus#charlotte lovell#victoria (cats)#dena philpott#tantomile#adam hearn#coricopat#thomas alsop#skimbleshanks#backstage cats#stage cats#closing night
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Favorite extracts of ''the knife of never letting go
You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.
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I swallow, trying to get rid of the pressure in my throat, the unbelievable sadness that comes and comes as I look at it looking back at me. Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world keeps changing, whether I want it to or not.
There it is, looking back at us, breathing heavy, crouched at the base of a tree, cowering from Manchee, its eyes practically dying from fright but still trying to offer up a pitiful threat with its arms.
She looks at me.
I know what a girl is. Course I do. I seen ’em in the Noise of their fathers in town, mourned like their wives but not nearly so often. I seen ’em in vids, too. Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it’s pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side. They do all the inside-the-house chores, while boys do all the outside. They reach womanhood when they turn thirteen, just like boys reach manhood, and then they’re women and they become wives.
And its hair ain’t long. Her hair. Her hair ain’t long. And she ain’t wearing no dress, she’s wearing clothes that look like way newer versions of mine, so new they’re almost like a uniform, even tho they’re torn and muddy, and she ain’t that small, she’s my size, just, by the looks of her, and she’s sure as all that’s unholy not smiley.
And for two, I just know. I just do. I can’t tell you but I look and I see and I just know. She don’t look like the girls I seen in vids or in Noise and I never seen no girl in the flesh but there she is, she’s a girl and that’s that. Don’t ask me. Something about her shape, something about her smell, something I don’t know but it’s there and she’s a girl.
And she ain’t another boy. She just ain’t. She ain’t me. She ain’t nothing like me at all. She’s something completely other else altogether and I don’t know how I know it but I know who I am, I am Todd Hewitt, and I know what I am not and I am not her.
What do I do? It ain’t fair. Ben told me I’d get to the swamp and I’d know what to do but I don’t know what to do. They didn’t say nothing about a girl, they didn’t say nothing about why the quiet makes me ache so much I can barely stop from ruddy weeping, like I’m missing something so bad I can’t even think straight, like the emptiness ain’t in her, it’s in me and there ain’t nothing that’s ever gonna fix it.
She seems like maybe she’s calming down. She’s not shaking as much as she was, her arms aren’t up so high, and she’s not looking like she’s about to run off at the first opportunity, tho how can you know for sure when a person’s got no Noise? How can they be a person if they ain’t got no Noise?
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But a knife ain’t just a thing, is it? It’s a choice, it’s something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don’t. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.
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Like how stars might sound. Or moons. But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It’s a sound like one planet singing to another, high and stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that’s sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word.
It’s like the song of a family where everything’s always all right, it’s a song of belonging that makes you belong just by hearing it, it’s a song that’ll always take care of you and never leave you. If you have a heart, it breaks, if you have a heart that’s broken, it fixes.
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“I think I’m finally understanding the story, Todd,” she says. “Why are they coming after you so fiercely? Why is a whole army chasing you across towns and rivers and plains and the whole stupid planet?” She points to Mr Prentiss Jr. “I heard what he said. Don’t you wonder why they want you so badly?”
The pit in me is just getting blacker and darker. “Cuz I’m the one who don’t fit.”
“Exactly!”
My eyes go wide. “Why is that good news? I have an army who wants to kill me cuz I’m not a killer.”
“Wrong,” she says. “You have an army who wants to make you a killer.”
I blink. “Huh?”
She takes another step forward. “If they can turn you into the kind of man they want–”
“Boy,” I say. “Not a man yet.”
She waves this away. “If they can snuff out that part of you that’s good, the part of you that won’t kill, then they win, don’t you see? If they can do it to you, they can do it to anyone. And they win. They win!”
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I rub the ears of my dog, my stupid goddam ruddy great dog that I never wanted but who hung around anyway and who followed me thru the swamp and who bit Aaron when he was trying to choke me and who found Viola when she was lost and who’s licking my hand with his little pink tongue and whose eye is still mostly squinted shut from where Mr Prentiss Jr kicked him and whose tail is way way shorter from when Matthew Lyle cut it off when my dog – my dog – went after a man with a machete to save me and who’s right there when I need pulling back from the darkness I fall into and who tells me who I am whenever I forget.
“Todd?”
And Aaron wrenches his arms and there’s a CRACK and a scream and a cut-off yelp that tears my heart in two forever and forever.
My chest closes up. My throat clenches shut. I can hear him barking in my Noise. “Todd?” he’s saying, wondering why I’m leaving him behind. “Todd?” with an asking mark, just like that, forever asking where I’m going without him.
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“The army your girl’s been talking about has been spotted marching down the river road,” Doctor Snow says. “One of our scouts just reported them as less than an hour away.”
“Oh, no,” I hear Viola whisper.
“She ain’t my girl,” I say, low.
“What?” Doctor Snow says.
“What?” Viola says.
“She’s her own girl,” I say. “She don’t belong to anyone.”
And does Viola ever look at me.
Life ain’t fair.
It ain’t.
Not never.
It’s pointless and stupid and there’s only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can’t love nothing or no one cuz it’ll all be taken away or ruined and you’ll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.
“The point is,” Viola says, stopping halfway thru a dense patch of scrub to hit me really hard on the shoulder, “he cared enough about you to maybe sacrifice himself and if you just GIVE UP” – she shouts that part – “then you’re saying that the sacrifice is worth nothing!”
“Ow,” I say, rubbing my shoulder. “But why should he have to sacrifice himself? Why should I have to lose him again?”
She steps up close to me. “Do you think you’re the only person who’s lost someone?” she says in a dangerous whisper. “Do you forget that my parents are dead, too?”
I did.
I did forget.
I don’t say nothing.
“All I’ve got now is you,” she says, her voice still angry. “And all you’ve got now is me. And I’m mad he left, too, and I’m mad my parents died and I’m mad we ever thought of coming to this planet in the first place but that’s how it is and it’s crap that it’s just us but we can’t do anything about it.''
I still don't say nothing.
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But there she is and I look at her, really look at her, for probably the first time since I saw her cowering next to a log back in the swamp when I thought she was a Spackle.
A lifetime ago.
She’s still kinda cleaned up from the days in Carbonel Downs (only yesterday, only just yesterday) but there’s dirt on her cheeks and she’s skinnier than she used to be and there are dark patches under her eyes and her hair is messy and tangled and her hands are covered in sooty blackness and her shirt has a green stain of grass across the front from when she once fell and there’s a cut on her lip from when a branch smacked her when we were running with Ben (and no bandages left to stitch it up) and she’s looking at me.
And she’s telling me she’s all I’ve got.
And that I’m all she’s got.
And I feel a little bit how that feels.
The colours in my Noise go different.
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And I find myself watching Viola.
The trail of dust on the far hilltop follows us as we run, pulling ahead slowly as the day gets older and finally disappearing in the distance and I watch her checking it as we hurry on. I watch her run next to me, flinching at the aches in her legs. I watch her rub them when we rest and watch her when she drinks from the water bottles.
Now that I’ve seen her, I can’t stop seeing her.
She catches me. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say and look away cuz I don’t know either.
I feel her silence next to me, feel the pull of it on me and the hollows in my chest and stomach and head and I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.
But now–
Now, not so much.
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The voice of Viola making the world into the voice of my ma, singing the song.
“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maiden call from the valley below,
‘Oh don’t deceive me, oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?’”
I can’t look at her.
I can’t look at her.
I put my hands to my head.
“And it’s a sad song, Todd, but it’s also a promise. I’ll never deceive you and I’ll never leave you and I promise you this so you can one day promise it to others and know that it’s true.
“Oh, ha, Todd! That’s you crying. That’s you crying from yer cot, waking up from yer first sleep on yer first day, waking up and asking the world to come to you.
“And so for today I have to put this aside.
“Yer calling for me, son, and I will answer.”
Viola stops and there’s only the river and my Noise.
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I glance over at Viola and I see that her face is pulled as sad as my Noise feels. Her eyes are wet and her chin shakes, just barely, just a tremble in the dawn sunlight. She sees me watching, feels my Noise watching her, and she turns away to face the river.
And there, in that morning, in that new sunrise, I realize something.
I realize something important.
So important that as it dawns fully I have to stand up.
I know what she’s thinking.
I know what she’s thinking.
Even looking at her back, I know what she’s thinking and feeling and what’s going on inside her.
The way she’s turned her body, the way she’s holding her head and her hands and the book in her lap, the way she’s stiffening a little in her back as she hears all this in my Noise.
I can read it.
I can read her.
I can read her Noise even tho she ain’t got none.
I know who she is.
I know Viola Eade.
I raise my hands to the side of my head to hold it all in.
“Viola,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“I know,” she says quietly, pulling her arms tight around her, still facing away from me.
And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing.
Each of us knowing the other.
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Cuz the thing Ben showed me back when I left our farm, the way that a boy in Prentisstown becomes a man, the reason that boys who’ve become men don’t talk to boys who are still boys, the reason that boys who’ve become men are complicit in the crimes of Prentisstown is–
It’s–
And I make myself say it–
It’s by killing another man.
All by theirselves.
All those men who disappeared, who tried to disappear.
They didn’t disappear after all.
Mr Royal, my old schoolteacher, who took to whisky and shot himself, didn’t shoot himself. He was shot by Seb Mundy on his thirteenth birthday, made to stand alone and pull the trigger as the rest of the men of Prentisstown watched. Mr Gault, whose sheep flock we took over when he disappeared two winters ago, only tried to disappear. He was found by Mayor Prentiss running away thru the swamp and Mayor Prentiss was true to his agreement with the law of New World and executed him, only he did it by waiting till Mr Prentiss Jr’s thirteenth birthday and having his son torture Mr Gault to death without the help of no one else.
And so on and so on. Men I knew killed by boys I knew to become men theirselves. If the Mayor’s men had a captured escapee hidden away for a boy’s thirteenth, then fine. If not, they’d just take someone from Prentisstown who they didn’t like and say he disappeared.
One man’s life was given over to a boy to end, all on his own.
A man dies, a man is born.
Everyone complicit. Everyone guilty.
Except me.
He was going to murder Ben.
That’s how he was going to force me to kill him. That’s how they woulda done it. To perfect their army and make me a killer, they were going to murder Ben.
And make me watch.
Make me hate enough to kill Aaron.
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This time I know–
I’m going to use it.
And I jump for it–
My hand outstretched–
My Noise so red I can barely see–
Yes, says the knife–
Yes.
Take me.
Take the power in yer hand–
But another hand is there first–
Viola.
And as I fall towards it there’s a rush in me–
A rush in my Noise–
A rush from seeing her there–
From seeing her alive–
A rush that rises higher than the red–
And “Viola,” I say–
Just “Viola”.
And she picks up the knife.
My momentum is tumbling me towards the edge and I’m turning to try and catch myself and I can see her lifting the knife and I can see her stepping forward and I’m falling into the ledge and my fingers are slipping on wet stone and I can see Aaron sitting up and he’s only got one eye now and it’s staring at Viola as she’s raising the knife and she’s bringing it forward and I can’t stop her and Aaron is trying to rise and Viola’s moving towards him and I’m hitting the ledge with my shoulder and stopping just short of falling over and I’m watching and what’s left of Aaron’s Noise is radiating anger and fear and it’s saying No–
It’s saying Not you–
And Viola’s raising her arm–
Raising the knife–
And bringing it down–
And down–
And down–
And plunging it straight into the side of Aaron’s neck–
So hard the point comes out the other side–
And there’s a crunch, a crunch I remember–
Aaron falls over from the force of it–
And Viola lets go of the knife–
She steps back.
Her face is white.
================================================Lastly, I just wanna say the spelling mistakes in the knife of never letting go really makes me appreciate the fact that the author took the time to add just a little more to Todd as a character, seeing as being able to read/spell/write usually go hand in hand.
Another thing I'd like to point out is that Todd's first words to Viola are “Who are you?,” and her first word/s are “Viola.”
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Fanfiction Recommendations:
Bridgerton:
Criminal Minds:
Dazed & Confused:
Footloose:
Marvel:
Stranger Things:
Top Gun:
The Outsiders:
One Chicago:
Outer Range:
Yellowstone:
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From SuperTeen, Summer 1999.
#superteen#teen magazine#1999#1990s#mtv movie awards#ricky martin#mike myers#rachel leigh cook#brendan fraser#keri russell#james van der beek#robbie williams#adam sandler#jennifer lopez#keanu reeves#ben affleck#whitney houston#stevie wonder#will smith#jennifer love hewitt#carson daly#kevin smith
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