#NET Playhouse

[kwebtv]

The Star Wagon - NET (PBS) - October 21, 1966

A presentation of NET Playhouse

Comedy

Running Time: 170 minutes

Stars:

Orson Bean as Stephen Minch

Eileen Brennan as Hallie

Hal Burdick as Sheriff Arlington

Richard Castellano as Burly Burglar

Macintyre Dixon as

Chet Doherty as

Shelly Gale as

Dustin Hoffman as Hanus Wicks

Russell Horton as

Arthur Hughes as

Jo Hurt as Mrs. Rutledge

Ian Jenkins as

Joan Lorring as Martha

Beverly Lukenbach as

Charles MacPhee as

Marian Seldes as Angela

Ben Yaffee as

Ed Zimmerman as Charles

[frogyeshumanmaybe]

Space Baby Fanart

Possible Spoilers Below

Pixie’s Playhouse. It’s based off the cover picture so I don’t think it’s a spoiler,

but I inspired the look off some creepy kid show I can’t remember the name of, but it had the same vibes

[cher-rei]

Hey babe

Your such a good writer please more lamine yamal fics im acc begging there literally none🙏🙏🙏🙏😪

the sitter— lamine yamal [ l.y ]

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like– feels like [gracie abrams]

pairing: lamine yamal x fem!reader

summary: a rushed call from lamine's mother to babysit kenye turns into more than just a regular afternoon

genre(s): toothrotting fluff (have your dentist on standby)

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notes: I wrote this instead of watching the real sociedad match to cope with the fact that we're losing. I got a bit carried away with this one but I hope you like it <33

as you stepped into the familiar house, not even having to ring the doorbell you were greeted with the smell of fresh baked cookies and comfort. you shut the door behind you and easily walked through the familiar hallway.

when she saw you, lamine's mother's shoulders relaxed a heavy amount along with the breath of relief she let out. “my saviour,” she said with a smile and pulled you into a tight hug, her gratitude evident. “I'm so sorry for calling on short notice but I have an emergency— ow!”

she bit her tongue in frustration and looked down to see the toy car that she stepped on, her head spinning at her son's carelessness. “never have kids, you’ll regret it eventually,” she said half-joking and hurriedly led you to the living room where kenye was sitting on the floor, a toy car in his hand while he watched tv.

she didn't even have to call out to him, the second he saw you he was up and in your arms with a toothy grin. “hey, buddy. didn't expect to see me today did you?”

the older woman watched with a smile as you interacted with her son, the moment being cut off by her ringtone. she didn't even bother to look at it and instead grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the front door, yelling out instructions and goodbye's as if you hadn't been doing this for a year already.

“and thank you, sweetheart! I owe you! kenye, behave!”

the door slammed shut, leaving you to the 5 year old's energetic grasp. you quickly settled into your usual routine, skipping the snack part because he had his breakfast already since it was only after 10 am.

you took your usual seat on the carpet with him because he was usually full of energy this early and jittery. so to get it out of his system, you played games with him— built some lego, played with his toys and so on.

an hour had passed and you found yourself trying to make his yogurt seem edible. it was never an issue to get him to eat, all it took was one “hereeee comes the airplane” and he was more than compliant.

“there you go,” you said with a smile and lifted the final spoonful of yogurt to his lips, the boy clapping alone happily when it was finished. “you took that like a champ.”

that didn't last long however and he was starting to grow antsy again, his suffocated whines piercing your ears. it was obvious that he was sick of the house and needed to get out, so without another thought you cleaned him up and took him out to the backyard.

it was any kid's dream back there. a playhouse, jungle gym with a slide, a ball pit and his personal favourite— the mini football net that was more of a self indulgent addition from his older brother.

you'd known lamine for over 3 years now seeing that you attend the same high school but it was a cute coincidence that his mother picked you for the babysitting job. the job wasn't even needed, you were just bored and needed something to do on weekends, there wasn't even a proper answer for how she found you.

as you and kenye played in the sun-drenched backyard, laughter and joy radiated from your every move. the mini football net, a testament to lamine’s passion for the sport, stood like a sentinel awaiting kenye's energetic kicks. your eyes sparkled with delight as you cheered him on.

the air vibrated with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, infusing your playtime with an idyllic charm. kenye's giggles echoed throughout the yard, mingling with the chirping of the birds.

meanwhile inside the house, lamine stirred from his sleep, rubbing the remnants of sleep as he descended the stairs to look for his mother. he called for her a good few times but she didn't reply, so naturally he searched the kitchen and her bedroom only to realise that the house was awfully quiet.

she would of said something if she had something planned today, and the tv was still on so someone was definitely home. then he entered the living room, his feet padding on the tiled floor as his eyes adjusted to the light from outside.

with a yawn, he neared the sliding door to check the backyard, but just as he was about to open it his hand froze on the handle. his mind blanked, his immediate reaction to seeing you play with kenye being to hide behind the curtain.

his thoughts were reeling, not expecting you to come over today. in panic, he took one last peep outside which only made his pounding heart thump even louder at the sight of you passing the ball to his brother so effortlessly.

run. that's what he did when he got the clearance, not wasting a second to rush back upstairs and grab his phone and hit the facetime button in the group chat. after 3 rings, hector and pau were on the line with him— their confused faces synced as they watched the boy lock himself in his bathroom and start pacing.

“what happened to ‘hello'?” hector said, judgement evident in his tone but lamine didn't have time to fight his snarky comments.

he propped his phone up against the mirror and rushed to get his toothbrush, his palms sweating against the toothpaste tube.

“bro, are you going to tell us what's going on or is this some type of ‘get ready with me’ gimmick?” pau spoke up finally and put another spoonful of cereal his mouth, quickly getting distracted by the cover on the box and commenting on it.

“she's here. she's not supposed to be here today so I don't know why!” lamine muffled out through his mouth full of toothpaste but his friends got the gist of it. perks of knowing each other for nearly their entire lives.

hector couldn't suppress his laughter, his smile on the screen teasing lamine. “this is even funnier because it's actually never that deep.”

pau joined in on the laughter. “imagine asking why your brother's babysitter is over to babysit,” he snorted. “it's been a year, you're insane.”

lamine finished rinsing his mouth, double checking to see if there was anything in his teeth before splashing cold water on his face. “does it look like i just woke up?” he asked and touched up his hair. “is it giving ‘I just woke up and look this good’ or ‘I freaked out and had a panic attack in my bathroom’?”

his friends went silent, their jaws on the floor at the amount of overthinking that he was doing. he's liked you since he could remember. at first it was simple attraction, and then came the longing to know you more personally, and when he did that's when everything went to shit.

you were beautiful, that's for sure but you had this natural charm that he couldn't get enough of. you made an effort to talk to him, to help him with anything that he needed and your selflessness was barely the tip of the iceberg. family was the most important thing to him, and the fact that his family loved you and treated you as their own had him on his knees.

“it's giving, ‘I can't talk to girls I'm actually interested in'” hector deadpanned and pau was quick to follow.

“I got a better one,” he said in between his laughter. “It's giving, ‘professional winger by night, but professional wreck by day.”

the bathroom echoed with pau and hector’s non-stop laughter, both boys having rolled onto their sides by now while lamine stood with his head in his hands to try and calm himself down.

worst wingmen of the year, he liked to call them. the only advice he got was to breathe and not trip over his own feet. it was pathetic of him to let his attraction towards a girl make him this… messed up? but what was a teenage boy to do?

he put on his game face and made his way downstairs again, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw that you were watching kenye as he played in the ballpit.

when you turned around you saw him there, your heart skipping a beat as he opened the door with a warming smile. it was your turn to take a deep breath. “hey, I didn't know that you were home today,” you greeted cheerfully, you confidence oozing.

“yeah, we got the day off so I took the liberty to sleep in,” he answered a took a seat beside you on the grass to greet his brother who immediately threw one of the plastic balls at him.

laughter tickled at your throat as you watched lamine playfully throw them back at him but kenye took it personally and began hurling them at him. “we're going to have to put a warning sign on him or something,” you joked in between laughter and lamine scoffed.

“the real threat is his ability to kick a ball,” the footballer said with this lips pursed.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. “oh, please, you're just mad because he already has better dribbling skills than you.”

lamine's face was contorted with mock offence, and he leant back on his hands to look at you. “are you talking about the same guy who won the kopa trophy less than 2 weeks ago.”

you couldn't shake off how laid back he looked in that moment. the way he was looking at you with such ease and playfulness made your head spin. “yes, yes I am.” you answered confidently to which he put a hand over his heart.

“you wound me,” he joked. “I'm going to start making you nurse me back to health.”

funny. he was joking. right?

kenye, thrilled by the attention hurled another ball at lamine to which his older brother caught and tossed it back at him with a gloat. “nice try, but we already have the backyard champion sitting next to me right now.”

you smile faltered for a moment. “that's only because you let me win.”

lameye's eyes twinkled as he took notice of your slightly flushed cheeks and he thought that maybe he was doing something right. “you literally crushed me.”

you shook your head at his retort, ready to counter his argument as you put your hands in the air, and swiftly as if it were second nature lamine gently took them into his own to stop you from talking further. “consider my ego bruised, you're just too good,” he joked with a shrug, his hands still holding yours.

it was for a moment that you stopped breathing, unable to function properly until you realised that kenye fell asleep in the ball pit. his light snores took the attention off from your banter and onto his peaceful figure that lamine effortlessly picked up and carried to his room.

when he came downstairs again, the house had gone quiet while you cleaned up kenye’s mess that he eventually helped with. “oh wow, okay mr house husband,” you teased and tossed one of the toys at him, his smile not wavering as he continued to help you in comfortable silence.

after lunch the two of you found yourselves in the backyard again, chatting as per normal while lamine kicked the ball at his feet. he ended up stopping mid sentence to propose an idea that you weren't too eager about. a rematch at what cost? your embarrassment?

unfortunately for you, he was persuasive as hell.

“what do I get if I win?” he shrugged at your question with a knowing smile.

“anything you want, amor.”

you nearly choked on air at the term of endearment that came from literally nowhere. he didn't seem fazed by saying it though so you were almost certain that you heard him wrong and pushed it to the back of your mind and focused on the little tournament in front of you.

the sun was high, the barcelona heat was warm on your skin as you watched lamine ready the ball. the game wasn't supposed to carry on for as long as it did, but both yours and his passionate calls for cheating and distractions played a huge role in the 40 minute rematch.

“okay, this is the last round I swear,” you said with a tired huff which he was more than happy with. the ball was at your feet for a split second before you felt lamine's hands on your waist, holding you close to his chest as he sneakily took the ball and shot it into the back of the net with ease.

you jaw dropped at the utter foulness of the round. “you cheater!” you said in shock and turned to look at him, but he was too busy relishing in his glory to care. he let go of you with a proud laugh and picked the ball up again, giving it one last kick.

“I didn't cheat,” he said through a cheeky smile and took a few steps towards you. “it's a contact sport, so it's fair.”

you rolled your eyes jokingly at his counter, still in disbelief that he'd go that far. but you weren't a spoilt sport so you congratulated him on his win, fair or not and he humbly thanked you.

you turned back with a smile and began heading inside but his hands were on your waist again, the familiar tingle setting your body on fire as he turned you to look at him, the smile on his face making your heart race.

“I'll be taking my prize, thank you,” he said with a boyish grin and let his lips gently brush your cheek, a gentle, fleeting kiss that had your knees weak for a split second.

he craned his neck to look down at you, a blushing mess and he couldn't help but coo even thought he was internally jumping off buildings. “aw, don't get shy on me now.”

you quirked your brow at what you took as a challenge, mild irritation clear in your eyes that were fluttered shut seconds later when your lips met his for what was supposed to be a quick peck.

keywords: supposed to be.

the feeling of your lips on his sent a surge of electricity through his body, and he couldn't waste the opportunity. he dropped the football that was underneath his arm and pulled you in, one hand resting on your cheek and the other on your waist as he relished the taste.

the long-awaited kiss finally came and it was everything that he hoped for and more. the way you melted into him, sent a warmth through his chest that had his head spinning and hoping that you'd never let go.

when you eventually pulled away to catch your breath, your lips tugged up into an amused smile at his lovestruck look and flushed cheeks. “isn't that a better prize?” you joked, your hands still loosely wrapped around his neck.

“I want a rematch, now,” he said immediately after, and pulled you back into the yard, his eagerness getting the best of him because he was not going down like this— “if I win then you have to marry me.”

“what?!”

[playhouse-lover]

!~Welcome to the Playhouse~!

This blog is all about objectum love!! All of the lovely things that make my heart flutter will be here, as well as me pining and gushing about them! Call me Playhouse :3

(Note: We won't talk about this much on this blog, but we ARE an OSDD-1b system!)

Pronouns are They/Ae (May add more to this!)

I love so many things, inflatable pool toys are a personal favorite, but rope nets, monkey bar domes, wires, ballpits, and foam pits are amazing as well!! There's more of my love to go around, and of course I'll talk plenty about it X3

DNI: Basic DNI (racist, homophobe, transphobe, ect) radqueer, endo/endo supporter, anti-alterhuman, anti-objectum (Will add to this if needed)

Please interact!: Objectum, queer, polymind, systems!

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#PBS "To Be Young, Gifted and Black," depicting the life and works of playwright Lorraine Hansberry, aired on "NET Playhouse" in 1972 and repeated the following year. The cast comprised Ruby Dee, Al Freeman Jr., Roy Scheider, Lauren Jones (above), Claudia McNeil, Barbara Barrie, and Blythe Danner.

Weaving together excerpts from the playwright's diaries, letters, and portions of her work, this TV adaptation of the Off-Broadway play includes many scenes shot on location in the South and on the streets of Harlem. The program was released on VHS in 1998, but a remastered DVD never happened.

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BY JOHN DILILLO

NOV. 11, 2021

"Method acting is a Hollywood tradition that’s netted many an Oscar and irritated thousands of coworkers, but it’s likely never been this stinky before. For The Power of the Dog, the new Netflix psychological-thriller-meets-cowboy-romance, Benedict Cumberbatch joins the unwashed ranks of celebrities like Jake Gyllenhaal and Ashton Kutcher. To stay fully in character, the actor didn’t shower for six days.

It was a choice wholly encouraged by Oscar-winning director and writer Jane Campion.."

YOU DONE FUCKED UP, CIA, AND SCIENTOLOGY CONNECTED, GEORGE CLOONEY .

"The Clooney family connections to Washington and politics at the highest level is nothing new. Fun fact, his maternal great-great-great-great-grandmother, Mary Ann Sparrow, was the half-sister of Nancy Lincoln, mother of, you guessed it, Abraham Lincoln.

Not only is Clooney related to Washington royalty, he’s not the first person in his family to make it big in entertainment.

Cabaret singer and actress Rosemary Clooney was George Clooney’s aunt, the sister of his father Nick Clooney. George’s other aunt, Betty Clooney, was also a famous singer in the 1950’s. And yet another famous singer, “You Light Up My Life” singer Debby Boone, is George’s cousin. Recall that his father was a gameshow and TV host and it almost starts to seem as if being from certain families makes it a lot easier to break into Hollywood.

Clooney was raised a strict Roman Catholic and attended Catholic schools where he served as an altar boy from the time he was young. By middle school Clooney had developed Bell’s Palsy, a type of facial paralysis. Bell’s Palsy is rare in adolescents, as it’s most commonly linked to sexually transmitted herpes and extreme stress. It’s worth noting that Clooney’s fellow United Nations and Council on Foreign Relations pal Angelia Jolie has also long struggled with Bell’s Palsy. In Clooney’s case, what with the rampant systemic child sex abuse we are learning has gone on for decades in the Catholic church and the connection between Hollywood, child sex abuse and Hollywood-linked military programs such as MK Ultra (recall Clooney’s father’s military ties), his having Bell’s Palsy as a child is certainly an interesting side note....Clooney studied acting with leading Scientologist Milton Katselas at his Beverly Hills Playhouse for 5 years, from 1982-1987.

In the book co-authored by the now-deceased-under-extremely-mysterious-circumstances Andrew Breitbart, Hollywood, Interrupted: Insanity Chic in Babylon — The Case Against Celebrity, Milton Katselas is discussed at length. As well as Scientology in general and it’s connection to Hollywood.

'Here’s the cliff’s notes: Think of Scientology’s presence in Hollywood as an intelligence dragnet to identify those who will trade compromising secrets for power and influence.'

One of the very top lieutenants of that intelligence operation, for decades, was Milton Katselas.

July 15, 2007, New York Times, ‘The Actualizer’: “Students have left Katselas’s school, the Beverly Hills Playhouse, because of the pressure they felt to join the Church of Scientology… they could not ignore how many of their classmates and teachers were Scientologists … and the assorted weirdness..."

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James Franco Peak, Age, Spouse, Web Value, Female friend, Biography & Extra

James Edward Franco was born April 19, 1978, known James Franco is an American actor and filmmaker. For his role in 127 Hours (2010), he was nominated for an Oscar for Best Actor. Franco is known for his roles in films, such as Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man Trilogy (2002-2007), Milk (2008), Rise of the Planet of the Apes (2011). He is known for his collaborations with fellow actor Seth Rogen, having starred in eight films and one TV series with him, for example Pineapple Express (2008), This Is the End (2013), Sausage Party (2016) and The Disaster Artist . (2017), for which he won the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor. Franco is also known for his television work where his first leading acting role was the character of Daniel Desario in the short-lived ensemble-drama Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000), which developed a cult following. . He played the main character in the television biographical film James Dean (2001), for which he won a Golden Globe Award, and received nominations for the Screen Actors Guild Award and the Primetime Emmy Award. Franco had a recurring role in the daytime soap General Hospital (2009-2012) and starred in the limited series 11.22.63 (2016). He starred in the David Simon-created HBO drama The Deuce (2017-2019). Franco volunteers for the Art of Elysium charity and has taught film classes at New York University, University of Southern California, UCLA, Studio 4, Palo Alto High School and at Playhouse West. Franco described himself as a Jew; Regarding his secular education, he told the Guardian he felt like he had “missed the Jewish experience,” but his Jewish friends told him not to care and said in the same interview that he ‘he liked “the idea of ​​religion as a source of community”. When asked if he was a “believer” he replied, “In God? I do not know. Yes. In a certain way. This is a complicated question. In 2015, he held an official bar mitzvah ceremony, chaired by a rabbi. After meeting on the set of What It Takes in 1999, Franco dated co-star Marla Sokoloff for five years. He was then in a relationship with actress Ahna O’Reilly until 2011. He confirmed their separation in an interview for the August 2011 issue of Playboy magazine, saying his interest in education separated them.

James Franco Biodata and Biography

Name James Edward Franco Nick-name Ted, Teddy Sex Male Date Of Birth 19 April 1978 Age 43 Years (as in 2021) Profession / Occupation Actor, Producer, Director, Screenwriter, Painter, Author, Misician (American, English) Mother Tongue English, Portuguese, Swedish, Jewish Religion Not Known Nation American Zodiac Sign Aries Height / Weight 5′ 9” / 76kg First Movie Never Been Kissed (1999) First Debut Actor: Never Been Kissed (1999) Writer: The Ape (2005) Director: The Ape (2005) Producer: The Broken Tower (2011) TV Actor: Pacific Blue (1997) Money Factor Net Worth: $20 million –

James Franco Family and Relatives

Father Douglas Eugene (Ran a Silicon Valley Business) Mother Betsy Lou (A writer and an occasional actress) Brothers Tom (Artist) Sisters Dave (Davy, an Actor) Marital Status Unmarried Wife N/A Daughters N/A Sons N/A Girlfriends/ Affairs Marla Sokoloff (1999-2004) Ahna O’Reilly (2006-2011) Agyness Deyn (2011) Ashley Hartman (2004-2005)

James Franco Height, Weight and Body Measurements

Height in Centimetres 180 cm Height in Meters 1.80 m Height in Feet Inches 5′ 9” Weight 76kg Body Measurement 42-31-14 Chest Size 42 inches Waist Size 31 inches Biceps Size 14 inches Eye Colour Dark Brown Hair Colour Dark Brown

James Franco Favorites

Favorite Colour White, Red, Blue Favorite Actor Not Known Favorite Actress Not Known Favorite Food Not Known Hobbies Acting, Writing, Reading, Travelling Favorite Director Not Known Favorite Destination Not Known Favorite Car Collections Not Known Sexual Orientation Straight

James Franco Education School and Colleges

Education Qualification Ph.D (Program in English) School Palo Alto School, California, USA College / University University of California, Los Angeles (B.A.) Columbia University (M.F.A.) New York University (M.F.A.) Brooklyn College (M.F.A.) Warren Wilson College (M.F.A.) Yale University (Ph.D. student) Others Rhode Island School of Design

James Franco Residence and Contact Address

Birth Place Palo Alto, California, USA Home Town Palo Alto, California, USA Present Residence Palo Alto, California, USA House Address William Morris Endeavor Entertainment 9601 Wilshire Blvd. 3rd Floor Beverly Hills, CA 90210-5213, USA Phone No / Mobile No Not Known Email ID Not Known Website Not Known

James Franco Awards, Honours, Achievements

National Film Award Not Known Filmfare Awards Not Known IIFA Awards Not Known Screen Awards Not Known

James Franco Social Media

Twitter None Facebook None Instagram None Wikipedia James_Franco Read the full article

[theliterarywolf]

If Barbie was trying to go for a "both extremes are bad" angle, they did a poor job. Even if ST!Barbie apologized to ST!Ken for taking him for granted, that doesn’t change their society as a whole. The Kens still have no say in anything, and that’s treated as just fine. Hell, they asked for ONE supreme court justice and got turned down. I can see why people are annoyed when the real world is shown as a sexist nightmare, but the inverted version is portrayed as fine even though in some ways /1

it’s worse. The real world HAS female supreme court justices. Like, being a Ken SUCKS, and it doesn't get acknowledged or get better at the end of the movie. They’re just told to "find out who they are without Barbie", which really doesn't work when Ken was literally created to be Barbie's boyfriend. We can have an ongoing scene talking about how awful it is to be a woman, but actually addressing that the Kens are essentially second-class citizens? Nah. We’re just gonna joke about how they don’t matter. Multiple times. I expected some kind of equality in Barbieland at the end of the movie, now that they’d seen how bad the other extreme was, but no. “Everything back to normal except now maybe the Kens will bother us less”, and that’s the good ending. It was disappointing. (And before anyone asks, I'm a girl) /3

Okay, but if you watched my video, I pretty much say:

"Barbieland is seen as a net-positive... for the Barbies."

You'll notice how often posts about 'the protagonist of a story is not always the hero of a story'. Us as the audience can see that Barbieland is a magical dystopia ruled by toxic-femininity, that the Big Barbie Barage isn't a group of heroes going up against an evil foe, but the equivalent of toddlers screaming 'My turn!!'/'No, MY turn!!' over a playhouse set.

The new status-quo at the end isn't an ideal, it's a bandaid.

Actually, this response ran a bit long, so...

The whole Supreme Court thing... While, yes, it is still kind of 'come on, now' that President Barbie says no, 1. you can kind of understand why she doesn't want to give the time of day after everything that just happened, and 2. she grants them an Appellate Court. So there is at least a step in the right direction there.

Yes, Ken (as a concept) was originally created to be Barbie's boyfriend/husband/support, in subsequent decades even Mattel has tried to stem away from that. Hell, they actually broke up in the 90s! I'm surprised that a lot of people forget that. And, as a mirror...

Hold on, I have to reconcile with myself that I'm going to make this comparison. ...Okay.

In Judeo-Christian faiths, Eve is literally created to be a support and mate for Adam (being created from the rib, or established foundation, of Adam). Yet, women have eventually had to come and realize that they are more than that and that they can find their own identities and purpose.

Could the movie have presented a comparison like this a bit better? Yes. However, that's what that part was supposed to mirror.

But the whole thing shows a series of checks and balances. The real world does have fields that are typically male-only. Sometimes people who have talents for certain jobs aren't allowed to have them. Like America Ferrera's character clearly shows a love and talent for fashion and doll-design... But they have her as a secretary.

And, yes, we do have women on the Supreme Court. The... same Supreme Court that has also been fumbling the bag in recent news. So they aren't perfect for having some pussy on board either.

I mean, it's pretty clear that Barbieland wasn't a utopia at the beginning of the film or at the end of the film when Stereotypical Barbie essentially embraces death and chooses to live as a human in the real world at the end.

[kay-southpaw]

When did we become so bad at basic internet safety??

Like, y'know, staying anon on the net.

I wanted to check the opening time of a local pharmacy on Google Maps. Pretty innocent, right? Then I discovered that there's a children's playhouse next to it and I was like "huh, when did they build that?" I mean it's on the edge of the city, I wouldn't even go to this location if the other pharmacies had my stuff according to the website, but they don't. Alas, I click on the playhouse to see how it looks like (and if I'll have to go around it or something) and... a little boy riding a toy horse is looking back at me. He's pretty close too, this is clearly a personal video and I cannot see anything from the building itself. Fueled by curiosity, I swipe away. Lots of personal pictures, less pictures showing off the inner layout of building itself. And how many people cared to hide the faces of their kids on this picture? ONE. Also they're the only one with a fake account name. All these people, with their own, real name uploaded lots of personal pictures about their young (sometimes so young they just started to crawl) kids into Google Maps as Local Guides. Like... they know that their pictures are public, right? RIGHT???

[kwebtv]

Joan Ann Olivier, Baroness Olivier (née Plowright; October 28, 1929 – January 16, 2025), commonly known as Dame Joan Plowright, was an English stage, film and television actress whose career spanned over six decades.

Her television credits include Sara Crewe (1951), Sword of Freedom (1958), NET Playhouse (1967), The Diary of Anne Frank (1980), All for Love (1982), Wagner (1983), Stalin (1992), Screen Two (1993), Encore! Encore! (1998-1999) and many others. (Wikipedia)

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The Cinema From My Living Room

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#PBSwednesday Orson Bean, Dustin Hoffman, and Eileen Brennan starred in Maxwell Anderson's "The Star Wagon" during the inaugural season of NET Playhouse, a weekly anthology series seen on National Educational Television (1966-1970) and later on PBS (1970-1972). "The Star Wagon" is a fantasy about an absent-minded inventor, his time machine, and the dilemma of deciding whether to live a life over again.

NET Playhouse offered classic and contemporary plays, as well as original commissions for television. Some of the plays in this series were described as off-beat or experimental but most were conventional dramas. The series also occasionally broadcast "art house" feature films. There has been no similar anthology series on PBS since American Playhouse ended in 1993.

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hey it's been a while since ive posted anything but it's been a little over a year since i officially made the fnaf tangled au and i wanted to post a little short story for it 💞

“go home.”

catalina gripped her flashlight tighter as the broken voice reached her ears. the encounter with monty’s actor from earlier had shook her quite a bit, but she was determined to find kiera. she stepped over a fallen net, reminding her of the times she had come to this place when it wasn't in ruins.

she started to crawl through the maze, faintly remembering the path. she nearly screamed as something slammed and latched on to the net next to her.

“GO. HOME.” moon hissed, his makeup faded and one eye completely black. like a void.

catalina quickly shone her flashlight at moon, causing him to scream and fall back.

catalina kept moving through the maze, breathing heavily as she started to hear faint singing.

“little hands, little paintings, little faces,no more.all gone,no more games to play,no more clay to mold.”

catalina shuddered.

she made it out of the maze, coming up on the top and meeting eyes with sun.

“little one?” sun whispered, her voice shaky and broken. “what are you doing here? the pizzaplex shut down so long ago…”

“im looking for a friend.” catalina took a small step forward. “her name is kiera. short, with black hair, normally up in a bun..”

sun’s eyes glinted. “the creature?” she tensed. “the one that caused so much destruction?”

catalina quickly took a step back.

sun sighed, moving to sit down. she ran her hands through her short brown hair, shaking her head. “no. i have not seen her. nor have i seen much of lance..”

“lance?” catalina frowned. “you mean freddy?”

sun grunted. “oh, yes, freddy. of course. i forgot we are not ourselves here… have you seen moon?”

“yeah. he yelled at me to go home.” catalina kept her flashlight on, moving it around to look for the corrupted being.

“mm. i have not talked to him at all since..” sun shook her head. “he hasn't been the same. he used to be so bright and happy. then he started talking about his candy prototypes. then i lost him completely. its like he’s been possessed.”

“im sorry.” a frown tugged at catalina’s lips.

“dont be, little one. but you should probably leave before you arent able to.” sun shifted to the side, narrowing her eyes.

a creature climbed up the side, single blue eye glinting as his hat bell jingled. “go to SLEEP!” moon clawed at the net, staring as catalina bolted. moon twitched, glancing at sun. ”you.”

“me.” sun closed her eyes.

“why do you stay around this broken daycare?” moon hissed. “we both know no more children come through those doors.”

“i belong nowhere else.” sun squeezed at her torn skirt. “and i could ask the same of you. why do you guard this place?”

moon fell silent, climbing back down the broken playhouse with a sneer.

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Childhood

how old are you?

old enough to remember being a kid

when you held tea parties in your playhouse with all your imaginary friends

when you danced under the stars for an audience of fireflies

when you built entire kingdoms out of cardboard and make-believe

when you rolled down fields made of moss and sunshine

when you drank pink lemonade that tasted like the butterfly you caught in your memory-net

when you actually wanted to be an adult.

but now you’re older, and sadder, and duller

and your teenage years left you with bruised creativity, sprained passion, congested dreams, fevered spirit, and broken imagination

and you were taken from your cardboard kingdom and put in a box of normal that was just big enough to hold you, without accounting for your growth

and you fought at first. you tried to escape the box, to break it somehow, but it never worked

and eventually you learned how to live in the box of normal. you wondered how you managed to live without it

you learned how to be gray, impartial, colorless, another cog in the machine of adulthood

you learned to only speak when spoken to, keeping your words inside your ribcage and silencing your spirit

you exchanged your smile for a suit, your laughter for a loan, and your joy for a job

you forgot about your childhood.

but somehow, you remember again.

you remember a time when you stayed up late, reading by the light of your ceiling constellations

a time when you climbed up trees to reach your colorful clubhouse

a time when you drew orange trees, purple flowers and green skies

a time when you drank orange juice that tasted like summer and glitter

a time when you held Saturday sleepovers in your bedroom, with the floor covered in pillows and sleeping bags

a time when you would dress up in sparkly wings, a tutu, too-big heels and jewelry, and a fake tiara, pretending to be a famous singer

a time when your life wasn’t sorted into boxes.

a time when you saw magic and color in the world.

you realize you want to go back.

you push against your box. you push and push until-

the box is broken. and you are on the outside.

now that you’re outside your box, you can finally see just how small it is. you wonder how you managed to fit inside it in the first place

you run back to the comfort of your childhood, but the memories don’t fit you anymore

nothing fits anymore.

you try making new memories, but the creativity isn’t there

one day, you find it. a notebook full of paper and potential

you open it up. there is a pen inside

you start writing, and once you do, you don’t want to stop

you realize you are happy, happy for the first time in years

and you learn that age isn’t always linked to maturity; a little girl could act like an adult, while an old man could have the heart of a child

and you remember new experiences: stargazing, summer camp, smiling

and your creativity comes back, after decades of hiding

and you are happy