#Return To Peyton Place

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movie poster - Return To Peyton Place - May 1961

Ray Rikir

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Tim O'Connor, Dorothy et Ed Nelson dans "Retour à Peyton Place".

[kwebtv]

TV Guide - September 19 - 25, 1964

Fall Preview:  1964 - 1965 Shows

ABC

12 O'Clock High  (September 18, 1964 – January 13, 1967)

ABC Scope  (November 11, 1964 – March 2, 1968)

The Addams Family  (September 18, 1964 – April 8, 1966)

Bewitched  (September 17, 1964 – March 25, 1972)

The Bing Crosby Show  (September 14, 1964 – April 19, 1965)

Broadside  (September 20, 1964 – May 2, 1965)

F.D.R.  (January 8, 1965 - July 23, 1965)

Jonny Quest  (September 18, 1964 – March 11, 1965)

The King Family Show  (January 23, 1965 – September 10, 1969)

Mickey  (September 16, 1964 – January 13, 1965)

No Time for Sergeants  (September 14, 1964 – May 3, 1965)

Peyton Place  (September 15, 1964 – June 2, 1969)

Shindig!  (September 16, 1964 – January 8, 1966)

The Tycoon  (September 15, 1964 – April 27, 1965)

Valentine's Day  (September 18, 1964 – May 7, 1965)

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea  (September 14, 1964 – March 31, 1968)

Wendy and Me  (September 14, 1964 – May 24, 1965)

CBS

The Baileys of Balboa  (September 24, 1964 – April 1, 1965)

The Cara Williams Show  (September 23, 1964 – April 21, 1965)

The Celebrity Game (April 6, 1964 - September 13, 1964 / April 8, 1965 - September 9, 1965)

The Entertainers  (September 25, 1964 –March 27, 1965)

Fanfare (June 19, 1965 - September 11, 1965)

For the People  (January 31 – May 9, 1965)

Gilligan's Island   (September 26, 1964 – April 17, 1967)

Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.  (September 25, 1964 – May 2, 1969)

Many Happy Returns  (September 21, 1964 – April 12, 1965)

Mr. Broadway  (September 26 – December 26, 1964)

The Munsters  (September 24, 1964 – May 12, 1966)

My Living Doll  (September 27, 1964 – March 17, 1965)

On Broadway Tonight  (July 8, 1964 - March 12, 1965)

Our Private World  (May 5 – September 10, 1965)

The Reporter  (September 25 – December 18, 1964)

World War One  (September 22, 1964 - April 18, 1965)

NBC  

90 Bristol Court  (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

Branded  (January 24, 1965 – September 4, 1966)

Cloak of Mystery  (May 11 - August 8, 1965)

Daniel Boone  (September 24, 1964 – May 7, 1970)

The Famous Adventures of Mr. Magoo  (September 19, 1964 – April 24, 1965)

Flipper  (September 19, 1964 – April 15, 1967)

Harris Against the World   (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

Hullabaloo  (January 12, 1965 – August 29, 1966)

International Showtime (September 15, 1961 - September 10, 1965)

Karen  (October 5, 1964 – April 19, 1965)

Kentucky Jones  (September 19, 1964 – April 10, 1965)

The Man from U.N.C.L.E.  (September 22, 1964 – January 15, 1968)

Moment of Fear (May 19 - September 15, 1964 /  25 May 25 - August 10, 1965)

NBC Wednesday Night at the Movies (September 16, 1964 - September 8, 1965)

Profiles in Courage   (November 8, 1964 – May 9, 1965)

The Rogues  (September 13, 1964 – April 18, 1965)

Tom, Dick and Mary  (October 5, 1964 - January 4, 1965)

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Saying Goodbye Gen 1 pt.50

“Grown from the humble roots off the coast of Shih Sea, Tomarang is lively with local fare, community chaos, and legends of lore. Known for its tight-knit communities and sun-filled shared spaces, Tomarang is a lush landscape of possibilities. Come cozy up with nature or fish around for neighborly niceties and whim-simsical secrets. Whether you're flying solo or raising generations, the region offers a warm welcome to any multi-living lifestyle! Sul Sul De-Kah!”

The town Spirit and Jorden grew up, fell in love and raised 2 children. The town they sent their children to school and grew a business. Where they grew old and hung pictures of their grandchildren. The town where they ate at the local fare and sold produce on the weekend.

To Mercury, Tomarang was a small village littered with color and wonder. A village that had helped her learn to be kind and confident, giving, loving and nurturing. All the things the village had given to her parents before her. Now she had returned to say goodbye to what anchored her there.

When they arrive at the Tomarang funeral home & cemetery, M is immediately drawn to the new headstone that was already placed in the designated place for Jorden on the Medley Family plot. As she approaches she notices the hoard of cameras and fans standing beyond the fenced area. Word of her father’s death and her return to Tomarang had circulated quickly but she had begged for privacy. Seems she wouldn’t get her wish. The crowd did nothing to quiet her emotions. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she’d spent all morning trying to keep herself poised and in check, but seeing her Fathers name engraved across the shiny new headstone had broken her resolve. She set down Zohreh and released a gut-wrenching sob.

Kason joins her silently supporting her but understanding her need to get it out. He stands between her and the gathering crowd trying to shield her as his own emotions begin to rise. Jorden had welcomed Kason from the moment they’d met during Family day weekend all those years ago. He had deemed Kason, Mercurys moon* after they started dating and had even given him permission to ask for M’s hand in marriage. He gave him advice on raising the triplets and had even helped to name Zohreh. No one had ever needed to say it aloud, but Jorden was the backbone of their mixed families and everyone from the Gratz to the Medleys and all of Tomarang had lost a friend, a mentor, a husband or a father.

As they gathered themselves to head inside they notice Zohreh pulling himself toward his grandfathers headstone. He’d been practicing for weeks and had chosen this moment to complete his creep milestone.

Kason: M did you see him?

He asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes. M smiled with a fresh batch of tears coating her already red rimmed eyes.

M: I did. Maybe he knows. Maybe…he did it for his grandpa..

Kason: It’s a beautiful thought M, hold on to it. Let’s head inside.

The pews were filled with tenants, friends, neighbors and employees a like. In the front rows sat Winter and Peyton with their now 3 kids, along side Beckett, Spirit and the triplets.

The service commences and M tasked with giving the eulogy takes her place at the podium eventually. The casket a beautiful white with intricate gold detailing a daunting backdrop. She takes a deep breath and begins.

M: My delightful, quirky & remarkable father, Jorden Medley has passed and left our beautiful village hollow. My mother, brother and I are beyond heartbroken. We know how blessed & lucky we were to be loved by him. Now it’s up to the watcher to take care of him, and I know he’s earned his right to a peaceful rest. You can’t be called a daddy’s girl without the perfect father. Mine burned breakfast every morning, and took the training wheels off my brothers bike to soon. My father couldn’t sing and had two left feet. He lived for a decent cup of coffee he couldn’t make himself and often didn’t have a serious bone in his body. He taught me to keep my head in the clouds and to search or create things that no one could take from me.

She’s pauses. Takes a deep breath and continues

M: When we were kids my father built us a treehouse and then spent all his time teaching me about astronomy. Being named after the Planet Mercury at my great grandmothers request my father learned all he could about the planet and then passed it all down to me. One day he promised me a moon. At the time I didn’t understand, I thought all planets had their own moon and we just shared the sun. Until my father explained that because of Mercury’s small form and its proximity to the sun it doesn’t have enough gravitational pull to create a moon all its own. But he assured me everyday that I would be stronger than my small form and I would find my moon. Jorden Medley kept his promise and I was blessed with a moon, my husband Kason and a number of tiny stars that could one days be suns, my children. But what my father didn’t know is he was the strength in my orbit. He made it possible for me to keep the people around. My father taught me that I was stronger than the cosmos, and I could outshine the sun and have my own galaxy even if the world didn’t have it planned for me. My father spent his life teaching me to build a galaxy and now he is the brightest star in my orbit. For a moonless planet I was bless with the prefect star. We…will miss you daddy….

After the service the family gathers outside at the headstone after greeting friends and thanking them for coming. Outside the crowd of vultures hadn’t diminished. The family gathered around to say their final goodbyes.

They head back to Spirits house. It’d been a while since M had been to her childhood home. She’d seen her family often but normally they traveled to her considering she had the most space and the hardest travel with the kids. It felt like a bittersweet moment to be back. Once inside Kason starts to get the kids ready for bed with Spirits help. As they rally the kids Spirit notices M head for her bedroom. She watches her open the door painfully slow and then she steps in and closes the door behind her.

Inside M stops and takes a moment to gather herself. Stunned by how comfort she felt being in her father’s space. She could recall sneaking into bed with her parents at night. The familiar picture of her father sits on the nightstand on her mother’s side of the bed. She stares back at her father’s kind eyes. She never takes her eyes off the photo as she moves around to her father’s side of the bed (the same for years). She lays down on his pillow and stares at his photo until she’s eventually overcome with exhaustion as drifts off to sleep

*The planet Mercury IRL does not have a moon. Mercury has no moons. The planet's close proximity to the Sun makes having moons impossible, as the star's strong gravitational pull would likely pull them out of the planet's orbit.

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[leo-sharks-struggles]

Writeblr Intro

Hello! I'm Leo! This is my re-introduction for this profile. I've returned to writeblr after a good long while and I have a long list of WIPs. All my WIPs are very old and currently undergoing a revamp so a lot of them no longer have much written for them unfortunately. Mostly because almost all of them were started over a decade ago and I'm no longer in my late teens/ early twenties anymore. I've changed and so my stories/ characters have changed. I'm always open to being asked anything or being tagged in anything. Sometimes I do take time to answer but I do always try to answer in some way.

My pronouns are she/her and I am currently 29 years old. I mostly write various forms of fantasy. But I also do scifi and won't turn my nose up at trying a bunch of others. I also draw or doodle when I feel like it.

Some of my current main WIPs:

Anomalous

Vladmire had founded Haven's Nook under the idea of creating a place for other Supernatural folks to build a community. A home of their own, even. It was a place to raise their own families without fear of being chased or lynched.

And, centuries later, that's exactly what it has become. Between the local werewolf pack and witch coven, there is no safer place for the supernatural. There was little capable of threatening their peace.

That is until Vlad's family finally finds him. His parents and siblings have decided to visit Haven's Nook. Their excuse? His long term lover, Aerin, has finally proposed.

Now Vlad must ensure his family does not destroy his home and life's work while planning his own nuptials.

Main Characters:

Vladmire Skoll (Vampire; Founder of Haven's Nook)

Prince Aerin (Fae Prince)

Side Characters:

Arthur and Damien McClellan (The Vampire twins)

Craig Ethan (Alpha Werewolf)

Aaron Stevens (Craig's 2nd in Command)

Tabitha and Sean Schmidt (Werewolf Couple)

Russell Kwiatkowski (Tabitha's Human Nephew)

Meredith Lusk (Spiritual Leader; Coven Leader)

Telly Migdal and Charmaigne Bolvick (Witch Cousins)

Details:

Stand Alone Novel

Urban Fantasy; Romance; LGBT+

Currently being Written

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Prison! In Space!

Peyton made a mistake. And now her sister is also paying for it.

Shenanigans in space prison.

Main Characters

Peyton- MC, Human

Casey- Little Sister, Human

Ell- LI, Alien

Details

Standalone collections of silly stories

WARNING: This story will not be serious!

Scifi, Comedy, Romance

Started scribbling

[positivexcellence]

‘One Tree Hill’ Sequel Series Led By Sophia Bush & Hilarie Burton In Works At Netflix

The long-rumored One Tree Hill sequel series is closer to becoming a reality at Netflix.

Original stars Sophia Bush and Hilarie Burton are set to executive produce and reprise their roles of Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer, respectively, in the sequel series from writer/executive producer Becky Hartman Edwards and Warner Bros. TV, which is currently in development at the streamer, sources reveal to Deadline. Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles also executive produce through their Chaos Machine banner with the latter in talks to return as Rachel Scott. Emily Moss Wilson is a producer.

Created by Mark Schwahn, One Tree Hill premiered in 2003 and ran for 9 seasons on The WB network and its successor the CW. The sequel is said to take place 20 years later following best friends Brooke and Peyton who are now parents to teens and facing challenges not unfamiliar to what they tackled in the original series like love, insecurities and grief, we understand.

The coming-of-age drama also starred Chad Michael Murray, James Lafferty, Bethany Joy Galeotti, Austin Nichols, Antwon Tanner and Paul Johansson, among others. Deadline hears there have been conversations with other members of the ensemble cast, however, Bush and Burton are the only ones set thus far. Murray, who played Lucas Scott across 6 seasons and returned as a guest star in Season 9, has no plans to return for the follow-up, we understand.

Deadline has been tracking the project for a while, and it went public this morning in Production Weekly as it has been going through deal-making and development. Reps for Netflix and WBTV declined to comment on this story.

Netflix previously revived another signature WBTV series that ran on the WB and CW, Gilmore Girls, where Murray was a breakout before landing a lead on One Tree Hill.

Set in a fictional North Carolina town, One Tree Hill begins as a story about two half-brothers, Lucas (Murray) and Nathan (Lafferty), with a strained relationship forced to navigate high school together whose social circles eventually intersect. As the show progressed, the story opened to follow all of the friendships, romance, heartbreak and familial tensions in Tree Hill, through the lens of the teens. Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer and Haley James Scott (Galeotti) often anchored the storyline.

Deadline

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

the long game. ( mac taylor x reader )

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The name left his lips as if he had said it a million times. He had, but not with the sentiment preceding it. The first time it happened, Peyton had brushed it off, joking that she was not his 'work wife'. Mac had spent the rest of the night and several days thereafter restless, mulling over the meaning behind his slip-up.

The second time it happened, Peyton was walking away after Mac let go of her hand when you and Stella were entering the morgue, and he could see the hurt in her eyes as she revealed her findings. The worst part? You were unaware of the turmoil within the couple and flashed Peyton a smile as you praised her for her work.

Stella, however, wasn't so oblivious and glanced at Mac over her shoulder as she left with you.

"Peyton..."

"I have a lot of work to do here." She said in dismissal.

"I'm sorry." Mac walked out of the morgue and saw you walking with Stella, typing on your cell phone. Seeing how preoccupied you were, Stella moved you out of the way before you could walk into a door that was opening.

"You really need to take a technical class or something." Stella shook her head with a smile.

"Why would you put someone through such horrendous torture?"

"It won't be that bad."

"Not me. The teacher." You nudged her gently, both laughing as you stepped into the elevator.

The third and last time it happened, the case was over, and he went down to the morgue to speak to Peyton. When she explained how hurt she felt, he reached for her and closed his eyes when your name left his lips.

"I'm sorry." Mac walked out of the morgue and headed back to the lab. Stella was leaving her office for the night when they crossed paths.

"Hey, any plans for tonight? That new diner opened a few blocks from here. You could take Peyton for dinner. Or breakfast." She corrected after checking her watch.

"Actually...we broke up."

Her eyes widened, "What? When? Why?"

Mac kept his voice low as he explained the multiple slip-ups where he called her by your name, and Stella listened, nodding with a frown.

"How long have you felt this way about her?"

Mac lightly shrugged his shoulders, a sigh leaving his lips.

"You should tell her."

"What if she doesn't feel the same way? I am the boss. And I don't want to make it awkward and disrupt the team." Mac replied.

"You'll never know if you don't ask." She reasoned, placing a hand on his arm before heading to the elevator.

Mac sighed as she left, walking away to his office. He packed his briefcase, and twenty minutes later, he was leaving the lab when he saw you looking around your office, tidying up your desk in the hopes of finding something.

Mac observed for a moment before deciding he had nothing to lose. He knocked on your door, lingering in the doorway as you met his gaze. A smile formed on your lips that almost made him forget why he was here.

"Hey, Mac! Heading out?"

He cleared his throat, nodding. "Uh, yeah. Did you lose something?"

"My glasses." You paused when his lips twitched in amusement. "What?"

Mac pointed to his head, and you reached up, finding your glasses on top of your head. You closed your eyes, blushing in embarrassment as you placed your glasses in your handbag.

"Do you want to grab breakfast?" He asked. "There's a new diner open on fifth."

You nodded, "I'd love to." A smile formed on your lips as you picked up your briefcase and placed your handbag over your shoulder, following him to the elevator.

In the early hours of the morning, you went to the diner on fifth, and Mac brought up the case over breakfast in an attempt to return to common ground, both relieved it was over. He didn't want to ask too many questions about your personal life. But you broke down the wall between boss and subordinate with ease, flashing him a smile and asking, "So what does the great Mac Taylor do when he isn't solving cases?"

Mac quickly grew comfortable, relaxing so much he even undid the buttons of his blazer - as most relaxed you'd ever seen him. A sight you decided you would like to see more often as he held the door open for you on the way home, a smile on his lips.

It became a regular occurrence after cases. You and Mac would celebrate with breakfast or dinner depending on when you left the lab after finishing paperwork, sometimes ordering takeout while working side by side as you worked to complete the reports. You always respected his rank out in the field, but in the lab when you were alone, you both let down your guard.

Weeks had gone by but Mac was still uncertain about entering a relationship with you, his only concern being the team if things didn't work out. Yet he couldn't imagine why, because you were a brilliantly beautiful CSI and he had fallen in love with you without even realizing it. So he decided to play the long game, taking the time to let the lines blur on their own, learning more about you, and spending more time with you outside of working hours in the hopes that it would lead to a long successful relationship.

After a shootout downtown, you took three shots to the vest and Mac forgot all of his hesitations as he walked by where you were being checked over by a paramedic, checking you over for injuries as he headed towards a detective.

"What in God's name were you thinking?"

You looked at him in surprise, as did many others who turned towards the scene as Mac confronted the detective for putting two of his CSIs in harm's way.

You knew Mac was protective of his team, but the look in his eyes told you it was more than that. After sending you and Danny to the lab, he stayed with the others to sweep the scene for evidence.

Mac didn't return until several hours later and you looked at the door when he knocked. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, "The vest took all of it. Some bruising, but hey, I did get shot." You shrugged off, attempting to lighten the mood with a smile.

Mac sighed as he entered your office, closing the door, and you saw how weary he looked.

"Are you okay?"

"You got shot, and you're worried about me?"

"I always worry about you." You placed your pen down and took off your glasses as you turned your chair to give him your full attention.

His gaze fell to the floor as he swallowed his nerves and met your gaze when he summoned the strength to admit, "I always worry about you."

You walked towards him and placed your hands on his biceps, "I'm fine. I can't deny I'm a little more motivated than usual." You squeezed his arms gently, "But I'm fine. Promise."

Mac nodded slowly, covering your left hand with his right hand. "When I got the call, all I could think was - I don't think I could survive it. Losing you."

Your eyes became teary from his confession and you kissed his cheek, wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whispered.

Mac held you closer as you rested your head on his shoulder. When you pulled away moments later he noticed your gaze flicker to his lips briefly before quickly meeting his gaze. It was all Mac needed as he placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you tenderly.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you closed your eyes, leaning into him as you cupped his neck. You pulled away and his hands held your waist as you both took a moment to catch your breath.

"I have a confession to make." You whispered.

Mac held his breath until you continued.

"I've wanted to do that for a while."

He exhaled, a smile forming on his lips as he said, "Yeah? Me too."

You left the lab earlier that night, deciding to take the paperwork to Mac's apartment, picking up takeout on the way. And as he looked at your head resting on his shoulder as you both read the files on your laps, your suit pants and blouse were forgotten on the bedroom floor, wearing one of his shirts while he wore striped pajama pants and plain white t-shirt, Mac did not know how he survived playing the long game, but being here, living this moment with you, it was all worth it.

[bitchinbarzal]

Luna, How did mom and Dylan get together?

Dylan felt like a horrible person.

How do you come to a work event and end up with a crush on your teammates date?

Dylan kept his eye on you all night, following your every move until you and Rasmus sat down at the table with him.

��Dyl this is y/n! y/n this is my teammate Dylan Cozens!” Rasmus explains, Dylan almost falls to his knees when you smile.

You hold on your hand for him to shake “It’s so lovely to meet you! My brother has told me so much about you!”

Dylan’s face contorted into confusion “Brother?”

Rasmus laughs “Did i not tell you I was bringing my sister?”

“No!”

You roll your eyes “Ras… wait! Did you think I was his date?”

Dylan blushes “Yeah…”

Both you and Rasmus look at one another before you begin laughing.

Dylan found out the next day at practice from your brother that you had come to stay with him after a horrible breakup from your boyfriend back in Sweden.

Dylan spent the following months being friendly with you until you had declared to the boys you were going on a date.

His face fell but he said nothing, he had no right.

While you were on the date, Dylan was at Peyton’s house with a couple of the guys when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Dylan?” “y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Can you come pick me up please? This guy he’s scaring me-“

Dylan was leaving the house then, staying on the phone and driving to the restaurant you were at. When he found you, you hugged him so tight and mumbled thank you’s to him in Swedish.

He took you back to his apartment, let you change into something comfier and put on a movie before he text Rasmus.

y/n is at my place. I’ll explain at practice, but she’s safe don’t worry about her coming home tonight.

He was nervous for his teammates reaction but the text that followed was;

I know she’s safe with you cozey. don’t break her heart ok?

Dylan frowned, not sure what he meant until it settled.

He knew.

The following weeks you and Dylan hung out a lot. You took comfort in his presence.

Dylan was out with an injury and so he had invited you up to the box with him for a home game, the invite which you accepted.

You sat and watched him in admiration as he shouted through the game. Come intermission he’d disappeared to get you both a soda.

Once he’d returned there was a bunch of little kids playing hockey with the mascot, by the end The jumbotron showed a little girl with Sabretooth that read

Winner!!! Lennon wins!!

“That’s such a pretty name” you comment, taking a sip of your drink.

“Lennon?” Dylan questions and you hum in response.

“I think I’d like to name my daughter that” you add.

He smiles softly before he mumbles to himself

“Sounds like a plan”

Not quiet enough, you hear him and you smirk

“Cozen’s you have to ask me out before we name our children”

[simxessbee]

Mt. Komorebi Trip

Their last day in Mt. Komorebi was greeted with a gentle rain over the city. Though the weather was less than ideal, Cassidy, Gil, and Peyton were determined to make the most of it and immerse themselves in the culture before heading home.

First on their agenda was visiting a famous shrine nestled in the valley. Armed with umbrellas and raincoats, they navigated the cobblestone paths, the sound of raindrops blending with the soft hum of nature around them. Gil, with his trusty camera in hand, stopped frequently to snap photos of the intricate shrine architecture.

As they crossed a wooden bridge over a serene stream, Gil suddenly yelped and swatted at his arm.

“Something bit me!” he exclaimed, shaking his arm as the bug fell off.

Cassidy chuckled. “It’s just a bug, Gil. You’ll survive.”

“It was huge! Like… mutant huge!” he insisted, inspecting the bite. Thankfully, it was harmless, and they all had a good laugh at his expense as they continued on their way.

Their walk through the valley eventually led them to a grand temple. The rain had eased into a light drizzle by then, making it easier to explore the sacred space.

They marveled at the sights, and even participated in the local tradition of making wishes silently hope for good fortune.

Peyton captured the moment, ensuring they had plenty of memories to look back on.

As the sun set, they made their way to a cozy lounge on the other side of town. Cassidy and Gil enjoyed a quiet drink and admired the view of the city lights through the large glass windows, while Peyton wandered around and stumbled upon another Yamachan statue.

“I swear, this place is Yamachan central,” she laughed, positioning herself for yet another selfie.

As she adjusted her phone, a group of teens around her age approached. They seemed curious but friendly, and soon they struck up a conversation.

Despite some language barriers, Peyton was eager to practice her Komorebigo, drawing from lessons she’d taken online. When things got tricky, they pulled out a translation app to keep the conversation flowing.

The teens turned out to be really cool, sharing stories about life in Mt. Komorebi and asking Peyton questions about Del Sol Valley. Laughter bridged the language gap as they compared favorite movies, music, and hobbies.

“Peyton!” Cassidy called from across the street. “We need to start packing soon, remember?”

Peyton sighed but smiled, knowing the trip was almost at its end. She hugged her new friends and promised to follow them on social media before rejoining her mom and Gil.

As they headed back to the rental for one final night of packing and rest, Peyton couldn’t help but feel grateful for the trip. It had been full of adventure, new experiences, and memories that would last a lifetime. Mt. Komorebi had left its mark on all of them, and as they prepared to return to Del Sol Valley, they knew this was a journey they’d never forget.

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[gatutor]

Tuesday Weld-Gunnar Hellström "Regreso a Peyton Place" (Return to Peyton Place) 1961, de Jose Ferrer.

[universalfanfic]

I just wanted to write a bit of an interesting part...

Amateur history enthusiast Peyton gets sent back in time to Ancient Rome where she's taken into the household of a centurion, Alexandrius Luthorus.

Peyton believed she was being careful. Her knowledge of historical events wasn’t something she took for granted, and it wasn’t a responsibility she carried lightly. History as she knew it literally depended on her not messing everything up or interfering in any way until she could find a way back to the future. 

But keeping track of time in the ancient present and in her own present were wildly different beasts. The Romans right now didn’t use the Gregorian calendar she was familiar with, and she had to try and recalculate just when everything was to try and keep tabs. 

It was a small risk to keep a little journal for herself. A timeline, of sorts. 

She wasn’t foolish with it. Peyton knew allowing dates and events to live anywhere but her head was a potential leak, but at the moment she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice. She couldn’t possibly keep track of everything mentally. And she was careful.

Anything she added to her notes, she wrote in code. The pages were a mashup of English words, abbreviations, and numbers. It felt safe. Despite sharing essentially an entire alphabet, the words didn't match and she’d never taught Lex any English. 

And besides. It wasn’t like she was even going to let him know the book existed. 

Which was all perfect until she walked into the room he let her stay in and found him sitting at her little desk, looking over the small, leather bound book. 

Peyton froze in place, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and it was all she could do to keep her composure. 

“What are you doing in here,” she asked. The words rolled off her tongue easily enough. Her Latin had only exponentially improved during her time in this era. Lex turned the page of her book and gave her a speculative look. 

“I was curious,” he said. “I’ve noticed you with this a few times, but never openly. It made me wonder.” 

“It’s personal,” Peyton defended. 

“It’s already impressive that you can read and write,” he commented as he returned to the book, as if she hadn’t said anything. “I didn’t realize you were into ciphers as well.” 

“It’s not a cipher.” 

“It certainly looks like one.” 

He met her eyes again in challenge this time, and Peyton pressed her lips together. She could salvage this. She had to salvage this. 

“It just my native language,” she partially lied. 

“It looks very Roman.” 

“Doesn’t everything, when you feel like you rule the world?” 

Lex laughed lightly, and Peyton itched to rip the book from his hands; to keep it far away from him. But she couldn’t let him see how important it was to her. How desperate she was to keep him from it. It’d only make him want it more. She forced the tension from her shoulders in a bid to seem casual. She hoped it hadn’t been obvious already. 

“Alright,” he said, like he was permitting her statement to stand. “What have you written then?” 

She didn’t have to fake the scoff that passed her lips. 

“They’re my personal thoughts, I’m not sharing them with you.” 

“Like I said, it looks very Roman. I may not know all your words, but you use our letters. The other peoples we’ve conquered never have.” He tapped the book with two fingers and raised his brows in question. “You write ‘JC’ often in your personal thoughts. Tell me, is that a name?” 

The question nearly destroyed her entire act, it hit so close to home. He only could have had her book a matter of minutes and already he’d zeroed in on that? Peyton quirked a brow and twisted her lips in a mockery of a smile. Like his suggestion amused her instead of terrified her. 

“I’m sure you’d like for it to be one,” she said. “We may have a similar alphabet, but that doesn’t mean the structure of our languages works the same way.” 

He watched her then looked back at the page he was currently on. 

“J-C, M-A-R,” he said. “And these lines clearly aren’t a letter. More like a designation for a middle.” 

Oh, heaven help her. He’d found her notes on the Ides of March. Of all her notes, why did he have to focus on that one?

[impulsetheories]

hey y'all! this is peyton [sh/th, 21+, cst—also the mun of selena, dylan, mouse & dabin] and i'm stoked to be here with an older idol-verse character of mine, lee hyeon. he's just some dude who decided he wanted to be a rapper one day and never looked back. you can view his stats here, his pinterest here & read all about him under the cut.

born november 18, 2002, lee hyeon is the only son to a catholic priest & a schoolteacher :~) talk about a set-up for failure…

the earliest chunk of his life is fine—obviously his parents are more than willing to take care of a baby, but the older he gets (and the busier THEY get), hyeon’s pretty much left to his own devices. as a toddler, his parents take turns pushing juice boxes into his hands and making sure he’s occupied by the tv; by the time he’s ~12ish, it’s a “here’s ₩10,000 to get some food after school, we’ll be home late so don’t wait up” type of deal probably 4/5 nights a week.

he doesn’t care, really; or at least he doesn’t feel like he does @ the time. he has some friends that he’s really close to, so he fills up his time with those friends rather than worrying about his parents—until he can’t anymore. by the time he’s turning into an angsty teenager, he thinks a lot about his family situation & how his dad is out there “serving the community” but failing to serve his family and how his mom wouldn’t know his favorite movie if asked, like… these things chip away at a person!!!

it doesn’t help that his parents kind of have a “business” r/s; not really in love like they were once upon a time, just staying together because it’s easy (and it would be shameful for a priest to divorce—plus, in the catholic church, he wouldn’t be allowed to remarry so long as he stayed a priest) but anyways… hyeon didn’t have a good example of filial OR romantic love in his early life, which resulted in him being emotionally unavailable and having zero respect for his parents 🤙 oh yeah!

his life is like this: church services on sunday / pretty much no interaction with his parents any other day of the week unless it’s thru sticky-note messages around the house / go to school half the time, skip the other half / waste time with his four best friends / play league of legends all night / daydream of being a rapper like… obviously a very fulfilling life

anyway i’m really not trying to make y’all learn every minute detail of hyeon’s life story here so i’ll say tl;dr he got really into rap/making beats around 13/14ish, started a yt channel w his friends at 15, had a joke song go viral on yt that same year which kind of made him realize how starved for attention he was/how much he really WANTED to rap??!? / applied and got onto season 3 of high school rapper at 16, placed 3rd, signed with canvas labs the next year and consequently dropped out of high school to focus on music/training and ultimately severed his ties with his parents like… he obviously didn’t have time for church anymore/the desire to go and him turning his back on the catholic church AND dropping out of school??!? spitting on everything his parents stand for fr fr

worked part-time as a mechanic’s assistant while he was training, up until newave started prepping for debut—in this time, he got really into cars, got his driver’s license & then got into racing; super into racing go-karts!!! he still does some side work for his former boss from time to time for pocket cash: uses this money to support his love for designer clothes mostly or buy shit for his own car, which is a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder that his former boss gifted to him (was a piece of shit at the time, required extensive work and is still a pain in the ass unfortunately)

as of march 2024, is a (somewhat) newly debuted idol—does not take it particularly seriously, and it’s not his career end-goal. ultimately he wants to produce a bunch of music for the group (and potentially for other groups), get rich off royalties, drop the group and return to the “real” rap/music scene… u know how it goes… selfish selfish man!

all in all hyeon is literally just some guy with a chip on his shoulder. he views other people as disposable, so he doesn’t care to get particularly close to anyone—but even if he does, he’s a pro when it comes to burning bridges & never looking back. if you have nothing to offer, hyeon has no interest; and if he has no interest, he won’t fake it. a lot of this is just a result of him having to be independent from a young age & (ideally) something he will grow out of in time :~) very hot and cold type of dude: might be nice to you, might not, and it’s always up in the air as to what side of him you’ll get 🤷‍♂️ but even at his nicest, he’s pretty rough around the edges—tough love is his speciality!!! will do anything for a laugh (or just for attention lbr), bitches & complains constantly but will still do what’s asked/expected of him, shows that he cares in quiet ways like carrying your bags/luggage or ordering a large fry for u instead of the regular like… he will not be caught dead doing any sappy/sentimental shit but if you mean anything to him he’ll never forget a thing u say…. he’s a villain fr but maybe he can still be redeemed.

other trivia: was a smoker for about 6 years, recently switched to vaping but is trying to quit completely because It’s Unbecoming Of An Idol (re: management caught him a few too many times) / was active in the underground rap scene for a little bit before he joined canvas labs, was never well-known ‘cause u know… he was like 17… but he went by the name sweendakk and still has a soundcloud profile under that name / as a celebrity, has a very loud, goofy, rambunctious & mischievous persona—all of his shit-talking and impulsivity is sanded down into something endearing (or at least halfway palatable) for the sake of selling an image; kind of whiplash when you meet him irl and he’s really just a jackass / king of pacing. catch him furiously walking back and forth at your local grocery store / used to be really into weight-training, currently is on more of a cardio kick—regardless, he’s a healthy guy & much stronger than he looks / catholic guilt but i’m sure you saw that coming / dishonest, will tell you a blatant lie straight to your face KNOWING that you know it’s not true. a shameless man with not much to lose. aiming to change that. there we go…

plot ideas

head’s up that i love extensive plotting—this is not at all a requirement & i’m also down to just jump into a base idea and see where it goes!!! but!!! if you’re like me and you love to yap about every little detail!!! i will never tell you no!!! anyways…

naturally, one of his close friends from before he was an idol. ideally this would be someone born around '00 to '03 who was generally up to no good as a kid/teenager: hyeon was shit at showing it, but he lovvvveddd this person and still thinks fondly of them despite having cut them (and the rest of the friend group) off when he signed with canvas labs. thinking he might be reaching out to them again soon, so let's hope they haven't changed their number...

that one member of hi-fi he’s trying to rizz up ‘cause no way you’re gonna have hyeon living right beside a girl group and not expect him to cause problems… i’m open to discuss any/all details of their dynamic, but my idea for this is that he’s initially interested in her for very shallow reasons but ultimately she ends up becoming a muse for him (causing him to write songs such as this and this that he shares with her, but doesn’t actually release until much much later in his career when he ought to be leaving her name out of his mouth) and is someone he has every element of a relationship with without actually dating her—but in these early days of newave & hi-fi, there’s still an understanding within the groups that she’s “hyeon’s girl” but it never actually becomes something and in the end she cuts it off ‘cause hyeon can’t/won’t commit to her… wasting this poor girl’s time fr fr... all i'm saying is we're at the perfect time of the year for them to have a summer fling

various meet uglies because hyeon's a menace to society. your muse has the same workout schedule as hyeon & he's sick and tired of them hogging the one (1) working treadmill, your muse is also a celebrity (preferably someone with a higher profile than newave) and hyeon mistakes them for an employee at this appliance store where he was sent to buy a new microwave for the dorm, you bring your car in on the one day a month hyeon happens to be helping out at this mechanic shop and no way you've got an idol telling you your car is a piece of shit (as if you don't know that already) (is this a fever dream?), your muse is buying laxatives or lice shampoo or some other embarrassing item and hyeon's trying to rizz them up when they really just don't want to be noticed at all, alternatively hyeon's trying to rizz your muse up while HE'S buying something embarrassing and they can't take him seriously because of it, etc etc etc... if you have any ridiculous ideas PLEASSSE send them my way! i love these types of things!

i already know hyeon's putting those nda's to work... your muse is/was a fan so hyeon had a relatively easy time pulling them, talked a bunch of shit about how they couldn't reach out to him anymore/needed to delete his number but he's the obsessed one now (never meet your idols)

hyeon thought he could outdrink your muse but he's never been more wrong in his life. he wakes up with the worst hangover he's ever had and a text from an unsaved number saying some shit like "don't forget - you owe me a yacht"

anything... i'm a lover of strange & unusual plots, silly plots, intense plots, etc etc... pleassseee give me whatever u got!

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

White blossoms - Chapter 7

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst, some more angst. Shenanigans. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

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The many long nights spent on the cold, hard ground were beginning to take their toll on your body as well as your spirit, the only solace to be found in the knowledge that it was the same for everyone else, save for the ones who had already fallen, and would never return to the warmth of a bed. Those of you who were still alive, though be it a little worn from weeks of war, had reluctantly accepted the blessing of their blankets and furs. Sadly, the warmth they provided was a pittance in the battle against the icy cold that always seemed to creep right through whatever it was you were lying on, and seeped right into your bones every night. 

The lion’s share of your remaining hope now came from the fact that there was ample reason to believe this war would be over soon, and you would return home in a matter of weeks, possibly days. That evening, as you all were gathered around the fire, you listened quietly to the roaring confidence of your brothers, wishing they would quiet down at least a little. To drown in despair would predict your demise on the battlefield almost as certainly as to imagine oneself invincible. You joined Gerant and Lowen, who were sitting to the side, quietly staring into the flames, not sharing in the ostentatious comradery of the others. 

“Bad night?” Gerant asked you as he offered you a bottle - its contents unknown to you - and a place to sit.

“Never a worse one,” you replied as you sat down and took a sip. Whatever it was, it contained copious amounts of alcohol, and that was precisely what this moment called for. 

“You miss your woman,” Gerant said plainly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You looked at him and sighed deeply. He was right. 

“I should have been married by now,” you said as you let your head hang between your knees. 

“You’re a lucky bastard,” Lowen snapped at you suddenly, making you look at him, one eyebrow raised both in surprise and contempt. The look in Lowen’s eyes mellowed slightly as he sighed and drank from the mug he was holding. “Morwenna’s father turned me away when I asked him for her hand in marriage. Apparently I am not a respectable enough match since I hold the same station as their son, her brother.” 

“Perhaps I am a lucky bastard, then,” you said, a sardonic chuckle creeping into your voice despite your efforts to stifle it, “I’m sorry to hear that, brother.” 

“Thank you, my lord,” he answered. It was - at that moment, at least - a painful reminder that no matter how much you did consider him your friend, your brother, he would never be quite the same as you. 

“Enough with that, you bleeding sods, it’s easy for both of you. Have you any idea what I would give right now to be like you? To never have known the touch of a woman, or what it feels like to wake up next to one? Never before in my life have I longed so violently for the presence of another person.” Gerant buried his head in his hands, possibly in hopes that neither of you would see the tears that so unconcernedly spilled from his eyes, with no regard for his composure. 

You put a hand firmly on his shoulder and looked ahead of you, into the last remaining flames of the dying fire. “All we have to do is make it home.” 

When Beryan arrived at your house to tell you the news, you were ecstatic, throwing on the first gown you could find to make yourself presentable, and following Beryan immediately to her quarters so that she could loan you something fit for court. Elowen and Morwenna were both already there, though God only knew how they had made it there before you, and you got dressed so quickly that no one would ever believe it should you ever decide to disclose that information to them. Then, you had the tremendous pleasure of waiting, impatiently wandering around the courtyard until finally someone notified you of the return of the men to the city. You longingly awaited the return of your ‘handsome warrior prince’, as Morwenna had once put it - though you stood by what you had said then: he wasn’t a prince.

A shrill contrast to your enthusiastic anticipation was it, then, that before you stood Aedan, Tristan and Lowen with concern on their faces. 

“Where is he?” you asked carefully, well aware that you had no right to his time or attention, thus demanding to see him would be impertinent at best. 

"Tamsyn…" Lowen spoke softly, in a tone you didn't like whatsoever. 

"Where is he?" you asked again, finishing the sentence just in time before your throat tensed and your vision went blurry from the welling of tears in your eyes. 

It was Morwenna who first took hold of your arm. Then, when she was finished welcoming Gerant home, Elowen followed. Beryan, who you knew to stand behind you, did nothing. 

"Is he alive?" she finally asked in the smallest voice you had ever heard, the sound drowning in hurt and despair. For a moment, jealousy coursed through your body as she revealed in that instant just how deeply she cared for your beloved. It was a brief moment, however, as Pyran made his way into the courtyard. Morwenna hugged her brother, unable to keep her eyes of Lowen. There was no doubt in your mind that she longed to be locked in his embrace, instead.

“He has been taken to his sleeping quarters,” he informed you. You gazed at Pyran suspiciously before tentatively drawing your conclusion. 

“That means he’s alive, correct?” you asked, the trembling of your voice immediately obvious to all. The men nodded quietly, exchanging looks that made you feel unwell. Several times, Tristan looked at you as though he wanted to say something, deciding against doing so every time until you were fed up with his sighing.

“Oh, for the love of God!” you exclaimed, scaring yourself with your newfound courage, and gaining some disapproving looks from others in the courtyard. “You, Tristan, either tell me what’s wrong with him, or take me to him. Now!” Behind you, you heard an approving chuckle from Beryan. It ended in a sob.

The door was ajar, so despite the hushed tone in which Tristan argued with Melot’s – and his – mother, you understood most of their conversation perfectly. The gist of their talk was that under no circumstances would you – and any and all other unwed maidens – be allowed in Melot’s quarters, let alone unchaperoned, and no, as always, unwed young men did not qualify as chaperones. Not that the latter mattered, because she made it abundantly clear that neither you, nor Beryan, were getting into that room in any kind of proper manner. The argument that you were his betrothed seemed to hold no value to the lady Rhian. Miserable and defeated, you dropped to your knees in the hallway outside the door, unable to hold back your tears for so much as a second longer. It wasn’t long before Beryan joined you.

In the end, it took Tristan, Aedan and Pyran to peel you and Beryan off the floor and escort you to the Great Hall, where king Marke seemed to take more pity on you than Melot’s mother had.

“Lady Tamsyn,” he said, “I am so very sorry. This must be very difficult for you.”

“I thank you for your kind words, my king,” you replied timidly, through exhaustion and grief now thoroughly bereft of the fire you possessed before. Morwenna took your hand in hers and guided you to a bench, where you sat down. Your friends surrounded you, all sharing the same expression, filled with sorrow and sympathy for your situation. With all your might you attempted to will yourself to force the thought of Melot’s demise from your head, but your efforts were ultimately unsuccessful. It wasn’t until you saw a rather familiar ring on an equally as familiar, wrinkled hand that reached for you.

“Yselle,” you said as you looked up at her friendly face. Lady Yselle was the old crone who had lived on the edge of the forest for as long as you could remember. As a healer, she had been one of your mother’s most frequent customers for cheesecloth and linen – the materials she used to strain her concoctions. Your dear mother had truly given it her best efforts to teach you the art of weaving, however it had soon become obvious that you were not suited for that particular craft. The lady Ysella had then offered to instead teach you hers – a proposal you had gladly accepted.

“You know, I could really use some help, dear child,” lady Yselle said as she smiled kindly down at you.

It was her friendly smile that rekindled the embers inside of you. Without thinking, you took her outstretched hand in yours and rose from your seat, happy to be given something to do. Something to take your mind off Melot. “Where do I begin?”

“I was told the king’s nephew finds himself in quite the dire state,” Yselle spoke, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that you would recognize from miles away. “Clean and dress his wounds. Meet me here when you have done all you can for him.”

Armed with a small leather bag containing supplies, you rushed back to Melot’s chamber. After a short knock on the door, his mother called you into the room. Upon seeing you, however, she immediately ordered you to leave.

“I believe I told Tristan that you and Beryan were under all circumstances forbidden from visiting Melot in his current state,” she snapped as you set foot in the room.

“Lady Rhian, I am not here in that capacity, I-” She did not allow you to finish your sentence. Instead, she interrupted you with a tirade regarding propriety and decorum that you heard scarcely a word of. One look at Melot, who was lying on his bed, told you how dismal his predicament truly was. He was covered with blankets only until his middle, while a sheen of sweat covered the rest. A horribly deep gash was clearly visible on his shoulder and chest – no longer bleeding, but that was about the only upside to his situation.

“My lady, I am terribly sorry to interrupt you,” you said sternly – more so than you had ever thought yourself capable of, “but Melot needs help, or he will die.” To swallow the lump in your throat created by speaking those words was a horrendous task, but you eventually managed. Behind you, your friends seemed to have followed you to Melot’s quarters, and judging from the sounds they made, were impressed with your fierceness.

You rushed to Melot’s side to inspect his injury, carefully laying a hand on his as you did so, hoping his mother wouldn’t see – or at least wouldn’t complain. His skin was hot, and damp with sweat, the injury on his chest red and swollen. The bag you had been given only held about half of the supplies you were going to need.

“I need clean water, Pyran,” you snapped as you rose from the ground and strode across the room towards the table, where you unpacked the contents of your bag. “Morwenna! Meadowsweet, yarrow and chamomile.” While Morwenna sped off immediately, Pyran stood in the door, frozen.

“Pyran, bring me what I asked for, or so help me God, I will give you a lashing so brutal your future children will feel it, still!” Several sets of eyes stared at you from the doorway in absolute incredulity.

“Tam-” Pyran started his protest, but he wasn’t allowed to finish, for lady Rhian rose from her stool in the corner and put her hands on her hips.

“Do as you’re told, Pyran. Tristan, go with him. Quickly, before I make good on that threat of hers!” The boys didn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence. Lady Rhian then turned to you: “He has another wound on his upper leg.”

You walked over to him again, kneeling nearer his feet this time, and carefully lifted the blanket that covered your beloved. Underneath it, he was naked – a fact that both startled and excited you. Though the latter was, of course, wholly inappropriate given the circumstances, you couldn’t help yourself. Resolutely, you pushed the thought from your mind and focused on the wound in front of you: Another appalling gash, no doubt caused by a sword or knife, at least as deep as the one on his chest, and equally as swollen and warm to the touch. What worried you most is that Melot barely made a sound as you examined the wound, despite your having to touch it numerous times, the pain of which just had to be excruciating. Yet he uttered not a single word, nor a cry.

When Pyran and Tristan returned with your water, Morwenna had already brought you the herbs you asked for.

“What took you so long?” you snapped at the men as they handed you what you needed. Without waiting for their answers or excuses, you went back to work, preparing poultices to treat Melot’s injuries. While you waited for the water to come to a boil in the kettle over the brazier in the room, you handed lady Rhian a jar of dried willow bark and gave her the instructions necessary to make it into a tea that would hopefully improve her son’s condition.

“Twice daily, if at all possible,” you added.

You kneeled by his side once more, applying compresses to both wounds as gently as was possible. When you were done with that, you dipped a piece of linen in cold water and wiped his forehead with it, repeating the motion over and over again, just to take your mind off the state in which your intended found himself. You sat with him until the poultices needed to be removed, and you cleaned and dressed his wounds.

“I have done all I can for now,” you spoke softly to his mother, “I will come back to check on him tomorrow.”

“Dear child,” lady Rhian replied, “you may sit with him a while longer, if you wish.” From her eyes spoke gratitude, from her voice humility. “Lady Rhian, as grateful as I am to hear these words, I promised the lady Ysella to help her when I was done here.” You curtseyed briefly before leaving the room and made your way to the grand hall, where Ysella had her hands full with numerous other wounded soldiers.

[maya-matlin]

Pick your most unpopular opinion about each of these shows (only if you want to!!): Degrassi, OTH, Gilmore Girls, Friends, Riverdale, That 70s Show, and Dawson's Creek :)

Degrassi:

This is so difficult because I feel like I've stated so many opinions in the past. Okay. I think the Degrassi nudes arc was theoretically really interesting from a psychological standpoint as well as how a survivor would cope after going through a very public sexual assault trial with the details of what happened to them being well known. Because it feels like something so human and yet so misguided, I don't view Zoe's role in it as harshly as others do. To be fair, the writers lost the plot. Literally. It got really sensationalized with blackmailing and cheerleader dolls and fake hostage situations. I also really hate how it turned into a Zoe vs Frankie situation with zero nuance. Their past involving Frankie being an unsupportive friend who victim blamed Zoe multiple times was never brought up once in lieu of Frankie being turned into Zoe's victim. So while I wouldn't say I like the arc itself, I feel like it had potential. The writers just weren't committed to seeing it through and let Zoe down as a character. The aftermath was really underwhelming and made the whole story line irrelevant.

OTH:

Even though I like the shooting episode for what it is, it's a pretty mediocre depiction of characterizing a school shooter. Following Jimmy's suicide, the writing consistently expects the audience to feel sympathy for him and remember him as a good guy who did one bad thing. It's to the point where the entire school ends up signing his high school yearbook. To be fair, a lot of the Jimmy romanticism came from Mouth, who had weird morals himself considering he was the show's resident incel. But beyond that, Jimmy quickly stops being the villain of the episode to orchestrate a scenario where Dan just happens to stumble upon Keith and a gun, giving him the opportunity to murder him. Also, every other scene features monologues given by the characters that are blatantly trying WAY too hard to be deep and profound. Not to mention this episode marked the official return of romantic Lucas/Peyton, but because Peyton was bleeding and supposedly didn't know any better she can't possibly be held responsible for selfishly making a move on her best friend's boyfriend in what she believed to be her last moments. Sorry, fuck that. Your last moments shouldn't include complicating things for two people you claim to care about. Especially not when you were the one who helped ruin their relationship the first time around, and you know for a fact that your best friend still has trust issues over what happened.

Also, Brooke was the love of Lucas's life. I'll die on this hill. Blame Chad Michael Murray's inability to stop giving his ex-wife heart eyes even during scenes post-Brucas, but it is what it is.

Gilmore Girls:

It's difficult to know what is or isn't popular in the Gilmore Girls fandom. I guess I'll say that Rory dropping out of Yale was the right decision? The way I see it, nothing bad was ever going to come out of that. Rory was in a transitional place where she was questioning a lot of her life decisions. She didn't currently feel up to attending school, so she took some time off. It was completely understandable, yet the narrative insists that this was indicative of Rory going down a bad path. I can understand Lorelai wanting Rory to take some time to make sure this was what she wanted but if anything, Lorelai's overreaction probably made Rory take even more time off from school. Had Rory had her mother and best friend in her corner, maybe she would have realized by the beginning of the next semester that she was emotionally ready to return to Yale. Just.. everything with Lorelai, Richard and Emily feeling as though they could force Rory to go back to school as though she was suddenly going to lose her place and never be able to return was stupid. Out of the two of them, Lorelai was the pettiest and most in the wrong during their estrangement. Lorelai was the parent. Lorelai chose not to tell her daughter she was engaged. Rory shouldn't have ever felt as though she couldn't come home until she basically did everything her mother wanted her to do. Considering Lorelai's own history with Emily, you'd think she'd realize that. But again, the writers made sure we knew how badly Rory was ruining her life and making bad decisions for committing the crime of taking a leave of absence from school and daring to try other things in the meantime.

Friends:

My opinions on the Ross/Rachel infamous "break" are all over the place. Technically, I think Ross is right that their relationship was no longer intact when he slept with another woman. Their communication absolutely sucked during this story line. No attempts at clarification were ever made. Ross just walked out when Rachel said she wanted a break, and Rachel let him. Honestly, I don't even think Ross sleeping with someone else so soon after splitting up from Rachel, in whatever form you consider that to be, makes him an asshole. In an ideal world where everyone makes rational decisions all the time, Ross wouldn't have coped with intense heartbreak by immediately sleeping with someone else. But it was a human reaction, and I don't fault him for that. What I do fault him for is hiding it the next day, running around town trying to stop other people from telling Rachel. It's all but admitting that Ross and Rachel were still emotionally connected and in the mindset of being in a monogamous relationship. Even if they technically weren't. What I also fault him for is being so stubborn and adamant on being right that he never admits fault or owns up to causing Rachel pain for several years after that. So what if he didn't technically betray Rachel? To Rachel, it felt like one. Sometimes, when you love someone, you have to be understanding of the complexities of emotions and just take the fucking L, even if you're technically faultless by definition. And honestly, Rachel was part of the problem, too. What kind of relationship or connection do you really have if you're having the same, obnoxious argument for eight years, never able to get on the same page? Like, I know it's a comedy, but Friends wasn't playing up the comedy angle during this arc. Anyways, they definitely shouldn't have ended up together if they were going to keep getting tripped up over one argument for eight years.

Riverdale:

I don't know how unpopular this actually is, but Veronica is extremely underrated and never gets the love and appreciation she deserves. Looking across the entire series, including time jumps, different universes, and eras where the characters literally had powers, Veronica was consistently the most selfless and considerate character on the show. Half the time, she was the mean girl in name only. There were countless occasions where Veronica forgave even when she shouldn't have and/or should have held out for more remorse and effort from the person that wronged her. The attempt to compare Veronica kissing Ginger Judas in the pilot after knowing Archie and Betty for two seconds to Betty doing it three years into Varchie's relationship is.. it has some nerve. Anyways, Veronica was wonderful, ambitious, and everyone on that show was better for having known her. Sadly, she was underappreciated more often than not, rarely ever getting her due. I really wish anyone but Archie had been the love of her life, because he really didn't deserve her by the end.

That '70s Show:

Sometimes, Hyde gets way too much of a pass for his treatment of Jackie. I feel like he's overall the most popular character on the show with his relationship with Jackie being the most popular, resulting in a lot of his questionable behavior getting swept under the rug. Obviously Hyde had issues he needed to work through stemming from his childhood and struggled to let other people in. But Jackie was consistently a pretty great girlfriend for him, going out of her way to show love and affection, only for him to not 100% reciprocate. Fuck Danny Masterson (and honestly Mila at this point too), but a lot of what made that relationship what it was is the chemistry between Danny and Mila and how they chose to demonstrate the love between those two characters. Hyde was still miles ahead of Kelso and Fez and had great moments with Jackie. But it still needs to be said. Hyde put Jackie through a lot.

Dawson's Creek:

While not perfectly written, most of Andie's fall from grace during season 3 makes a lot of sense. I even think Andie cheating on Pacey was in character. It's a controversial take because no one wants to believe that season 2 Andie would have ever done such a thing. But the reality is, Andie had a literal mental breakdown. She says it herself. When Andie went to get mental health help, she was no longer the same girl Pacey fell in love with. Andie was in a dark, lonely, vulnerable place, and she met someone else. This guy understood parts of Andie's mental health struggles that Pacey couldn't, and it led to a friendship that became an emotional affair. They made their own world together, and then had one, impulsive slip up. It doesn't cheapen Andie's love for Pacey, but it's still understandable that Andie crossed a boundary of Pacey's that couldn't be uncrossed. After this, Andie's attempts to recuperate post-breakup, including her treatment of Pacey and even stealing the test were pretty consistent based on how desperately Andie wanted to appear normal and as though everything was under control. However, I also think early season 3 stacked the deck too far against Andie, resulting in her character leaving the show early. The supposed "false accusation" meant to make Andie look bad from a misogynistic, ableist showrunner took it too far. I personally think even during that episode, there are enough hints, including Rob's desperation to shut Andie's story down when she hadn't even gone to the authorities, indicates she told the truth. Seriously, his happy ass was all cocky when Pacey confronted him, but once he sobered up he practically sprinted to Joey's house to use Andie's mental health against her, even manhandling Joey multiple times to force her to listen. But whatever. The intent was obvious, and I still hated it. Anyways, Andie McPhee was great, and I wish people would still appreciate her at her worst. After all, it's what led to season 4 Andie, probably the strongest iteration of her character even though she sadly wasn't around for long.

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Death halts for no smile Gen 1 pt.48

With the stress of Kason's business trip and the incident with Paris seemly behind them the time flies. Winter and Peyton return the kids Friday, having kept them a couple extra days to give Kason and Mercury some additional privacy. They spend the weekend enjoying their children.

Sunday evening as M lazed around on the couch enjoying a yogurt, she got a call from her teen cousin Micah.

M: Hey Micah, what's up?

Micah: Mercury...did Aunt Spirit call yet?

M: No, mom hasn't called me today. Why?

Micah: It's Uncle Jorden...he's dead.

M: ....wha

Micah tries to explain something on the other end but his voice sounds so far away. Mercury doesn't hear him, she doesn't hear anything besides the sound of her own heart pounding rapidly between her ears. Micah's voice fades back in as M hears her phone make a noise signaling she had another call. She checks the screen. It's her mom. She answers, cutting off whatever Micah was saying. When she answers, the line is silent for a moment too long.

M:...m..mom

Spirit: Little planet.

Spirit voice is calm and strong, just like M knew her mother would be. Spirit had always been comfortable and at ease with death. She remembered something her mother said to her and Beckett when they were young and their pet hamster died. Mercury whispers it to her mother, slow and deliberate. The unspoken question waiting to be answered.

M: No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

Spirit responds back with conviction.

Spirit: And your father is no different.

The world shattered around her. Her father, her best friend, the man who gave her away and promised her a moon, was really gone. When the silence stretches for an uncomfortable period of time, Spirit tells M to come over, but she declines.

Spirit: When the grief is too much, come home Mercury.

Her mothers voice firm but filled with love and concern. Mercury realized she'd gotten away for the moment but knew she'd have to go home eventually. Too soon, if her opinion counted.

M: I will mom...I'm sorry. We'll see you in a couple of days...I love you.

Spirit: You have nothing to be sorry for. We love you Little Planet.

But M wasn't sure who "We" consisted of anymore. Her father was gone. It seemed selfish not to see her mother right away but she knew her mother didn't need her. She accepted death as a normal part of any lifespan, something she had tried to teach M and Beckett while gardening when they were young.

Her mother had loved her father in a way that shaped M's whole idea of relationships. Spirit cared for him, had been his perfect equal and she had balanced his weird like no one else could have. For all the awkward, rambunctious and clumsy Jorden had been Spirit was confident, wise and organized. He was a loving husband and a doting father. Jorden had kissed M and Becketts scrapes, read bedtime stories and taught them to ride bikes. He filled their weekends with treehouse building, woodwork project and terrible dad jokes. He'd burned plenty of French Toast every Sunday morning, then Spirit would take everyone out for Breakfast while Jorden told the story of "Burnt French Toast and Becketts birth" for the hundredth time.

The memories continued to flood her mind. She'd just seen her parents during Kason's work trip and they had planned to come back in just two weeks for the triplets and Zohreh's almost back to back birthdays. Birthday's Jorden wouldn't be present for. She was spiraling, she screamed for Kason.

M: Kason!!

He was at her side moments later. He kneels before her folded frame.

Kason: M what is it?! Are you okay? What happened?

M: My...my dad...

But she couldn't complete the sentence. Kason let it click into place and jumped into Husband mode. He gathered her and held her while she cried. When she couldn't cry anymore he took her upstairs to the master bathroom and ran a bath, leaving her to get cleaned up while he fed the kids and got them ready for bed. All M could manage was getting herself clean in between random bouts of tears she couldn't stop.

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Nicest Kids In Town

Chapter 3~

"Now Seaweed, you know I can't do all that in these heels," Saucy fluffed her afro in the back. "They are way too short, not enough...what's the word?" She looked over to him as they walked around the outside of their school. Of course the dance was being held in the gym, meaning they had to walk all the way around to get to the back door.

Seaweed turned to his sister and rose an eyebrow skeptically, "What about that time momma bought you those little baby heels and you-" Before he could finish the bell rung loudly, alerting all of the kids that the dance competition had begun. They all began running, and slightly jogging for the girls, towards the gym door, instantly starting off their dance.

To others looking in, it might look it had all been rehearsed, but Saucy knew that not one time in any of their lives had they sat in a room together to discuss how they were going to show off for the Corny Collins.

"Hey little girl, with the cash to burn."

Link Larkin sung on stage looking down amongst the divided groups of teenagers doing different variations of the same dance. "I'm sellin' somethin' you won't return. Hey little girl take me off the shelf."

All of the colored kids rotate around each other doing intricate moves, but have the look of pure joy on their faces. Link's singing was drowned out by the movement of their feet, it seemed complicated yet it was only three simple steps, done in different styles.

One would assume that Saucy's eyes were on the wall to focus on her dance moves, but that one would be wrong. Her eyes were trained on the One, the Only, Corny Collins. She had only briefly passed him by in the studio, which was mainly because she had to run to their "dressing rooms" which really was the Black Janitor's locker room. Well at least the have a room right? Incorrect, it was the size of a bathroom and across the studio lot. Nonetheless, she did take time to examine the man's facial features and she was not disappointed.

A flash of white and black hair shifted around the crowd, drawing the eldest two Stubbs' attention, "Seaweed! Wanna do Peyton Place for Corn?" She asked while twisting her hips left and right, just as the two in front of her. Saucy and Seaweed looked at each other and then back at her with a sad expression, "Are you crazy? You gotta dance your dance-" Saucy spun in a clean circle, "And we gotta dance ours." Tracy scoffed but her feet continued to move, "Why?" Saucy leaned over the rail to pat her shoulder, "That's just the way it is Tracy." Tracy couldn't fathom any of this, "But it's your dance!" She said as her head turnt to Seaweed. He smiled at the care she showed for him, " Well, how about you go borrow it for a second?" She smiled just as the Cheshire Cat, "Really?!"" Saucy was ready to break out, she felt the fire under her feet and smiled at Tracy, "Go get it girl!" Tracy quickly embraced Seaweed and Saucy blew her a kiss, just as she turnt around Amber Vontussle was right there, glaring with those cold eyes. Saucy never did like her and was sure Amber shared the same sentiment. As the floor cleared, Tracy moved her hips with the beat, perfectly reflecting the moves that Seaweed had done earlier.

Corny's face shifted in slight confusion as the sea of teenagers parted and a chubby girl white big hair made her way to the center. As much as Saucy wanted to pay attention to her new friend, she couldn't help but carry her eyes over to Corny, his wonderful blue eyes shined under the gym lights. If she was a crazy woman, she'd go on up there and try to impress him herself. But that was not how this cookie was going to crumble.

The beat of the drums began to increase and Tracy's one woman show was quickly turning into a full party. Inez grabbed her sister and began turning her every which way, laughing as she did so. Link blurted out the most soulful 'Whoa' that he could conjure up, making the domino effect of teens dance and hop and what not.

"Hey little girl on a spendin' spree! I don't come cheap but my kisses come free!" Saucy dipped and rocked as much as her feet would allow her and every so often, a set of blue eyes would come cross her brown ones, smiling as if they were the only two people in the room.

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The three Stubbs children departed quickly from the bus, running towards 'Motor Mouth Records' like a martian on a mission. They burst inside and tripped over one another just to get upstairs.

"Oh I'm so glad my babies are happy to be-" Motor Mouth Maybelle started as her children ran into the home, only to rush to the couch and turn the tv on. "Home...." "Ma! Ma! A girl we know from school is gonna be on the show!" Inez blurted out as Seaweed fumbled with the dial. "Sea! If you can't do it I will, you takin' too long!!" Saucy threw her hands up into the air in exaggerated agony. "I'm tryin'!" He replied with out looking over his shoulder.

"Lou Ann!

Joey!

Mikey!

Vickey!

Becky!

Bix! Jesse!

Darla!

Paulie!

Noreen!, Doreen!

Link~

And I'm Tracey!!!!"

The siblings fell out and jumped up, not containing their excitement in the slightest manner. "And the bass and drums are poundin' in your head!"

"Go Tracy! GO Go Tracy!" The siblings said holding onto each other for dear life.

They were so sure that if they held onto each other,

They could stay in this moment forever.

A/N: Annnnnnd that's Chapter 3 y'all!!!!! ~Chapter 4~

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