#TV guide article

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Article

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I can hear De’s southern accent right now.

Bedside Manners

1995 Star Trek Four Generations of Stars, Stories, and Strange New Worlds by TV Guide

"When concentrating..."

Can you imagine playing pool with De and his accent just gets thicker and thicker? Sigh...so lovely.

[camaelczarka]

TV Guide named season 2 ep 7 “I Could Not Prevent It” as the best episode of TV in 2024!

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One of the things they really should have actually shown on screen.

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1993 - Uknown TV Guide Issue

LOOK WHAT WE FOUND!

In a blast from our past, we came across Shannen Doherty's 1987 TV GUIDE 'report card'

Is Beverly Hills brawler Shannen Doherty facing expulsion from her role as high-school senior Brenda Walsh? Well, her disco debacle of last December –the one in which Doherty allegedly decked a fellow dance-floor diva– has certainly put her in media detention. Imagine our surprise, then, when we delved into our files and discovered this "report card" clip from 1987. In it, TV GUIDE placed a sweet-16 Shannen at the top of her class: one of the few straight-A students among her child-star peers, as graded by former child actress Andrea Darvi Plate.

Well, Doherty is no longer sweet 16, but here's hoping her "innate goodness" will carry her through her final-semester slump.

A Shannen Doherty

Show: Our House, NBC. Role: Kris Witherspoon. Student: Shannen Doherty, age 16. Overall grade: A. Breakdown: Cuteness: A: Talent: A; Potential: A Comments: Shannen, a veteran of such family fare as Father Murphy and Little House: A New Beginning, is a fine dramatic actress who shines in the role of Kris, a young girl eager to join the Air Force in order to eventually become an astronaut.

Almost alone among her child-actor peers, she projects a refreshingly non-saccharine brand of sweetness. Says Sheila Manning, a top Hollywood casting director who knows many of these TV kids personally: "Shannen is unusual. She has an innate goodness. Being a child actress hasn't touched her." Well, that is unusual! May Shannen. shine for years to come.

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TV Guide November 26- December 2, 1977

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Article illustration from the Sept 20-26, 1969 issue of TV Guide (via: archive.org)

[underwhelmingalchemist]

So apparently the version of the "Isn't It Bromantic" interview that gets passed around isn't the full thing

So after seeing a tumblr post I can't find, about two and half hours of intensive internet digging, and one purchase from a sketchy second-hand site later (full story under the cut, I promise it's interesting, but also long), I got the physical magazine and scanned it

So here you go: the full "Isn't It Bromantic?" TV guide interview with Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie

Feel free to repost wherever you want- I want people to be able to find the full thing

SO, as for how I found it:

I saw this tumblr post forever ago that I can't find anymore because tumblr is just Like That with a cropped screenshot of an interview with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard. In the interview, they're asked about the "bromance" between their two characters. Leonard makes an annoyed comment about how "everyone [is] obsessed with homosexuality", followed by the interview apologizing and Laurie immediately jumping in with, "No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore…" and the screenshot cuts off there. Cue funny comment from the OP about the interaction, roll credits.

Except, as these things tend to do, it ended up becoming a bit of a brain worm, and I wanted to find it again. But I couldn't find the tumblr post. I looked absolutely everywhere, and in the process of looking everywhere, I found what I thought was the original interview- a blog post with the full quote from the actor. I didn't think too much about it, I figured it was just a short quote given to a popular blog in 2008. There's a magazine cover above it, but I don't think too much about it, because I'm focusing on the quotes in the article instead of the rest of it.

So I send screenshots to a couple friends to make jokes, and it probably should have died there.

However, late at night I end up thinking about that interview again, because of course I did. I start to think about how it's weirdly formatted for, what I assumed at first reading, was just an entertainment news blog reaching out for comment and getting a response. So I pull up the screenshots of the article (because weirdly enough, the old-ass blog only loads on mobile) and look at it again.

This is when I realize that this isn't an original piece from a blog interviewing these two after reaching out for comment. This is a blog post quoting and commenting on a full interview from a magazine, which I had originally thought had just been the inspiration for the piece.

So naturally, I go looking for the magazine.

Luckily, the name of the magazine is displayed on the cover, and so is the title of its main piece. This should be easy to find, right?

Wrong.

This is an interview in a physical magazine. From 2008. October 13th, 2008, to be exact.

I know this exact date because searching the article title and magazine name leads me to an archive on the TV Guide website.

Of covers.

And nothing but covers.

I spend like forty-five minutes searching everywhere I can think of on the web. Internet Archive, the TV Guide website, any search result that comes up when I search any combination of the words "House" "Interview" "Bromantic" "Bromance" "TV Guide" "Archive" etc. Over and over, all that's coming up are that original blog post and the cover from the official gallery.

The only things I could find online were:

The cover and date of the issue on the TV Guide website

The original blog post that was screenshotted in the original tumblr post

Another blog post that had a much shorter version of the quote, references something Leonard says from later in the article, and makes a comment on the nature of his reaction to the term "bromance"

An entry on Leonard's IMDB page's "interview" list mentioning it in title only

And:

5. A single listing for the issue on what seemed to be a second-hand site that looked like it hadn't had its UI updated since the mid 2000's, with a listing with no date or additional information besides what issue it is.

This is the only listing anywhere. I checked every other second-hand site I could think of, and then some that only came up through google searches. There's not a single listing for that issue on any of them. There were plenty of listings of TV guide magazines, including one that seemed promising because it included issues from that year, but it was missing all of October.

It seemed like the only listing for this issue on the entire internet was this one copy on this one obscure website. For all I know, this was listed in 2008 and abandoned, and just never got marked inactive. It could also be a complete scam.

A few quick google searches show that that website seemed to be legit, albeit a bit loose on quality control (which makes sense, this website seemed like the kind of thing you'd have to use the Way Back Machine to access). It also had an option to pay via PayPal, which meant I could file a chargeback if need be.

It was $11.50 when you include shipping.

So at about half past midnight, I bought the listing.

Naturally, about an hour later, I manage to actually find a scan of the interview. I had to follow a link in the comments of a post on FanPop, taking me to an old wordpress blog, and I'm sitting in front of the damn interview at last.

But something doesn't make sense. Why would their cover story only be two pages of text that aren't even full pages, and why would it cut off so strangely? There was no concluding sentence or paragraph, even though it started with a fairly long lead-in. It also led right up to the edge of the page, which felt like there should be more to it. There were more images in the interview than text, and the fact that there are so many of them and they clearly did a whole photoshoot indicated that they had them on hand for a while. The silly string one, for instance, I imagine probably had to require a couple takes, which means cleaning off Wilson's hair and face, adjusting makeup, etc. for it. Meanwhile, the conversation itself seems like it could have taken ten minutes total. I could have been totally wrong and that was where the article ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more.

So I hold tight. A couple days pass with no update, and then the PayPal purchase gets updated with a tracking number. Promising, but it could still be a scam. Whether or not I get the actual magazine becomes a source of anxiety for the next week.

Until today, when I get told it was delivered. And when I opened the envelope it was sent in: there it was.

When I tell you I was happy stimming in my bedroom just holding the damn issue in my own hands... And then opening it and finding out that I was right, there was a missing page... I was elated. I still am, just typing this.

So I spent half an hour getting my scanner to work, and I give you the above issues.

Like I said above, feel free to repost however and wherever you want. I want all this to mean something.

In the meantime, I have two more House-themed TV Guide magazines coming to try and get articles from.

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ARMAND + “In the jaws of the Atlas Lion”

A Tumblr post by @nightcolorz

A lyric from Caligulove by Them Crooked Vultures, inspired by this post by @wizardpink

Screencap of Interview with the Vampire 2x8, “And That's the End of It. There’s Nothing Else.”

Excerpt from TV Guide article, “Interview with the Vampire Costume Designer Carol Cutshall Delves Into Season 2’s Best Looks”

Screencap of Interview with the Vampire 2x7, “I Could Not Prevent It”

Excerpt from The Wrap article, “Interview with the Vampire Showrunner Hints at ‘Double Album’ Worth of Music From Lestat in Season 3”

Screencap of Interview with the Vampire 2x7, “I Could Not Prevent It”

Additional comment to this post by @mossycakes

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Trumpism’s healthcare fracture-lines

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/20/clinical-trial-by-ordeal/#spoiled-his-brand-new-rattle

There was never any question as to whether Trump would implement Project 2025, the 900-page brick of terrifying and unhinged policy prescriptions edited by the Heritage Foundation. He would not implement it, because he could not implement it. No one could. It's impossible.

This isn't a statement about constitutional limits on executive authority or the realpolitik of getting bizarre and stupid policies past judges or through a hair-thin Congressional majority. This is a statement about the incoherence of Project 2025 itself. You probably haven't read it. Few have. Realistically, few people are going to read a 900-page group work of neofeudalist fanfic shit out by the most esoteric Fedsoc weirdos the world has ever seen.

But one person who did read Project 2025 was the leftist historian Rick Perlstein, who was the first person to really dig into what a fucking mess that thing is:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/14/fracture-lines/#disassembly-manual

Perlstein's excellent analysis doesn't claim that Project 2025's authors aren't sincere in their intentions to wreak great harm upon the nation and its people; rather, his point is that Project 2025 is filled with contradictory, mutually exclusive proposals written by people who fundamentally disagree with one another, and who each have enough power within the Trump coalition that all of thier proposals have to be included in a document like this:

https://prospect.org/politics/2024-07-10-project-2025-republican-presidencies-tradition/

Project 2025 isn't just a guide to the masturbatory fantasies of the worst people in American politics – far more importantly, it is a detailed map of the fracture lines in the GOP coalition, the places where it is liable to split and shatter. This is an important point if you want to do more about Trumpism than run around feeling miserable and scared. If you want to fight, Project 2025 is a guide to the weak spots where an attack will do the most damage.

Perlstein's insight continues to be borne out as the Trump regime makes ready to take power. In a new story for KFF News, Stephanie Armour and Julie Rovner describe the irreconcilable differences among Trump's picks for the country's top public health authorities:

https://kffhealthnews.org/news/article/trump-rfk-kennedy-health-hhs-fda-cdc-vaccines-covid-weldon/

The brain-worm-infected-elephant in the room is, of course, RFK Jr, who has been announced as Trump's head of Health and Human Services. RFK Jr is a notorious antivaxer, chairman of Children’s Health Defense, a notorious anti-vaccine group. Kennedy's view is shared by Trump's chosen CDC boss, Dave Weldon, a physician who has repeated the dangerous lie that vaccinations cause autism. Mehmet "Dr Oz" Oz, the TV "physician" Trump wants to put in charge of Medicare/Medicaid, calls vaccines "oversold" and advocates for treating covid with hydroxychloroquine, another thoroughly debunked hoax:

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/health/2024/12/17/hydroxychloroquine-study-covid-19-retracted-trump/77051671007/

However, other top Trump public health picks emphatically support vaccines. Marty Makary is Trump's choice for FDA commissioner; he's a Johns Hopkins trained surgeon who says vaccines "save lives" (but he peddles the lethal, unscientific hoax that childhood vaccines should be "spread out"). Jay Bhattacharya, the economist/MD whom Trump wants to put in charge of the NIH, supports vaccines (he is also one of the country's leading proponents of the eugenicist idea of accepting the mass death of elderly, sick and disabled people rather than imposing quarantines during epidemics). Then there's Janette Nesheiwat, whom Trump has asked to serve as the nation's surgeon general; she calls vaccines "a gift from God."

Like "Bidenism," Trumpism is a fragile coalition of people who thoroughly and irreconcilably disagree with one another. During the Biden administration, this resulted in self-inflicted injuries like appointing the brilliant trustbuster Lina Khan to run the FTC, but also appointing the pro-monopoly corporate lawyer Jacqueline Scott Corley to a lifetime seat as a federal judge, from which perch she ruled against Khan's no-brainer suit to block the Microsoft-Activision merger:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/judge-rules-for-microsoft-mergers

The Trump coalition is even broader than the Biden coalition. That's how he won the 2024 election. But that also means that Trumpism is more fractious and off-balance, and hence will be easier to disrupt, because it is riven by people in senior positions who hate one another and are actively working for each others' political demise.

The Trump coalition is a coalition of *cranks*. I'm using "crank" here in a technical, non-pejorative sense. I am a crank, after all. A crank is someone who is overwhelmingly passionate about a single issue, whose uncrossable bright lines are not broadly shared. Cranks can be right or they can be wrong, but we're hard to be in coalition with, because we are uncompromisingly passionate about things that other people largely don't even notice, let alone care about. You can be a crank whose single issue is eliminating water fluoridation, even though this is very, very stupid and dangerous:

https://yourlocalepidemiologist.substack.com/p/the-fluoride-debate

Or you can be a crank about digital rights, a subject that, for decades, was viewed as by turns either unserious or as a sneaky way of shilling for Big Tech (thankfully, that's changing):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/18/greetings-fellow-pirates/#arrrrrrrrrr

Cranks make hard coalition partners. Trump's cranks are cranked up about different things - vaccines, culture war trans panics, eugenics - and are total normies about other things. The eugenicist MD/economist who wants to "let 'er rip" rather than engage in nonpharmaceutical pandemic interventions is gonna be horrified by total abortion bans and antivax. These cranks are on a collision course with one another.

This is on prominent display in these public health appointments, and we're very likely about to get a test of the cohesiveness and capability of the second Trump administration, thanks to bird flu. Now that bird flu has infected humans in multiple US states, there is every chance that we will have to confront a public health emergency in the coming weeks. If that happens, the Trump public health divisions over masking, quarantine and (especially) vaccines (Kennedy called the covid vaccine the "deadliest" ever made, without any evidence) will become the most important issue in the country, under constant and pitiless scrutiny, and criticism.

Trump's public health shambles is by no means unique. The lesson of Project 2025 is that the entire Trump project is one factional squabble away from collapse at all times.

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Satire From The Animal Kingdom (1959)

Hanna Barbera profile

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୨୧ 603 ; lh43

➪ summary: luke's main goal is to make sure y/n is taken care of, however it's hard for him to do it 603 miles away

➪ warnings: reader overworks herself, school, stress

➪ word count: 2.5k

➪ file type: fic

➪ cupid's notes: i’ve been in a like mood so i decided to get this one out tonight!! ill post a connor blurb tomorrow morning/afternoon and a nico fic tomorrow. more of a schedule release tomorrow probably for the next two weeks

© cupidbedsy ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

She expected this to happen, the pounding in her head, the 20 tabs open on her computer, the dozens of resource articles and research strewn about in her room, the five packets of review guides sitting in a stack on her desk, the half drank cup of coffee, and the tears springing in her eyes. The earbuds in her ears played nothing and the sensation began to irritate her, practically ripping them from her ears and throwing them across the room to somewhere she wouldn’t be able to find again. 

She could hear voices in the living room, just outside her closed bedroom door. They were laughing about something, what it was she had no idea. Her three roommates all had presentations tomorrow and that was it, no more studying, no more writing, they were done. She, however, still had three papers to write and two exams to take. She had regretted her decision to take this many classes this semester but she was preparing herself for her future.

She had gone to stand up, feeling dizzy immediately as her feet planted flat on the floor. She held a hand to the wall, bracing herself from toppling over. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the blurry sight of tears, dehydration, and lack of nutrition. She knew people would be worried about her if they were to see her like this, her hair matted and pulled into a bun as best as she could, and mascara dried on her face that highlighted the dark circles and bags under her eyes. She was wearing Luke’s sweatshirt, the Devils logo plastered over it in the center, mocking her, reminding her that her boyfriend was 603 miles away from her.

At the thought, she allowed herself to tear up more, letting tear after tear fall. There wasn’t much she could do, he was in the middle of a game right now. When she realized he had a game, she turned it on and watched with a soft smile whenever he would show up on the TV. Despite knowing the fact that he would not answer his phone, she called him, hoping to just hear his voice through his voicemail. 

When his voice reached her ears, she could feel some of the tension release from her body. However, the feeling was short-lived as the beep from the end of his voicemail was heard. She didn’t leave a message, she just hung up and watched the remainder of the second period. When the horn blarred in the arena and through the tv speakers, she shut off the screen and returned to work, making her head hurt more. 

She didn’t notice the multiple attempts Luke had made to call her, her phone having died 20 minutes prior when she was writing her essay. She had put her headphones on, canceling most noise from the apartment. She had been ripping off post-it notes after post-it notes, scrambling to write down as many ideas as her brain could process. 

Meanwhile, Luke had been minorly, no majorly, freaking out. She would never call him if he was at a game, not even if it was super important. He could feel himself start to sweat again as he rushed to put his suit jacket on, wiggling his feet into his shoes. He had gone home by himself, not feeling the need to celebrate when his girl could be suffocating 603 miles away from him. 

Ever since they’ve known each other, Luke has known about y/n’s tendencies to throw herself into her school work. He remembers the first time he saw her during exam season. It was the end of their freshman fall term, they had been dating for four months at the time. They had just gotten back from their games in Ohio, he was exhausted from the trip and their 6-1 loss following their win the previous day. All he had wanted to do was go over to her dorm and lay in bed with her. 

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer but nothing came. He felt saddened and knocked again. He received the same answer, none. He turned around and slid down the wood door, hitting the ground with a thud. He put his hands on his head as he waited, kicking his bag to the side. It was only then he heard the footsteps come rushing down the hallway and looked up to see her. She had her backpack that looked as if it weighed 10 pounds, she was clutching five books in her arms and a coffee cup rested on top of them. She had been mumbling when she noticed him and her eyes lit up, “Hi!”

“Hi pretty girl, whatcha doing?”

“Studying.”

He looked at the way her eyes were hidden by the circles underneath them and frowned. He reached out to grab the books from her grasp and she gratefully accepted the offer, going straight to dig the keys out of her bag, “How were the games? Did you guys win?”

He felt heartbroken and confused, she always watched his games when they went away. She would always be the one to point out his goal or an assist that he got, sometimes she even pointed out if Dylan, Mackie, Ethan, or even Owen got a goal. He watched as she pushed the door open, removing her hand from her side to run it through her hair, “You didn’t watch?”

She turned to him, dropping her bag on the ground and reaching out for her books, “No, I was studying. Sorry, Lu.”

Studying? At that time? He did nothing but let her take the books, watching as she started to clean up her dorm. It was only then that he had noticed the state her dorm was in. There were empty boxes scattering the floor, paper plates and bowls on any surface possible, and some of her clothes were mixed in with her roommate’s, it was a mess, to say the least. He made no effort to say anything about it, though. 

She cleaned as much as she could in a matter of five minutes, looking at him with a small smile on her face, “I’m sorry I didn’t watch. I was going to watch the highlights when I got back tonight.”

“Back from?”

“Library. I think I’m starting to become a regular for everyone who works there.”

The thought of her being a regular was somewhat concerning to him, “How often have you been going?”

His voice was a mixture of stern and worried, his eyes somewhat squinted in a glare. She looked as if she had committed a crime at the tone of his voice, “Every day… from the time class was over until they closed.”

His eyes widened, “Jesus y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to study. I need to do well.”

“I understand that but you can’t work yourself to the brink of death.” He grabbed the coffee out of her hand and emptied it into the sink, getting rid of the cup afterward.

She whined at the motion, watching him in horror as if he just hit a bird with his car. He walked back over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Tomorrow you are not going to touch a single book, I won’t even let you touch your computer.”

“But-”

“Nuh-uh, nope. No computer, no books, no papers, no anything school-related. We are going to stay in your bed and watch movies all day and eat properly.”

“I eat properly!” She exclaimed in offense.

He gave her a look that said all the different, “Sure. Now I can only hope you still have some of my clothes here somewhere because I do not want to talk to my dorm right now.”

She pointed in embarrassment to one of her drawers, “In there.”

He kissed her forehead and grabbed the clothes before heading for the bathroom, “I’ll be back and I better not see you do any work when I get back.”

She nodded but as soon as he left she ran to her backpack and grabbed her computer. She rushed to finish the last two paragraphs of her essay before he got back but luck was not on her side as she was halfway through her last paragraph and the doorknob turned. She had been so focused on writing that she didn’t care that he entered, “Just let me finish my last paragraph.”

He sighed, dropping his clothes into her laundry basket. He walked back to her bed and looked at her, “Last paragraph?”

“Mhm.” She nodded and scooted over so Luke could sit next to her, “Fine. I don’t want you to lose your train of thought.”

She beamed up at him and kissed his cheek before returning to her work.

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Ever since then, he had been careful with how much he left her alone in exam season. He always called on road trips, always went to the library with her to make sure she didn’t overwork herself, always made sure she was eating properly and always made sure that she was okay. But now being 603 miles it was hard to do that for her. 

Luke was packing a bag as fast as he could, looking at his laptop for the earliest flight out of there which wasn’t until early the next morning, leaving at 7 and not arriving until 9. Then he would have to wait to get a car and do a 30-minute drive to Ann Arbor. He groaned at the time and went to throw something, at that point he could drive there and be there before getting a plane but he was in no state to drive. 

He continued to try and call her for 30 minutes, on the brink of giving up at that point. Her phone was still dead and she had yet to realize it. She had music playing through her earbuds attached to her computer, typing about something that she considered stupid and unnecessary. She only took breaks to take a sip of coffee or to groan and throw her head back in exhaustion and frustration. 

Luke threw his phone on the bed, running his hands down his face, falling asleep not even five minutes later. Y/n was the same way, she closed her laptop as she finished her last sentence, finally allowing herself to take a break. She got up to go make a burrito in the kitchen, waving to her friends who were also still awake at the time. 

She went to turn her phone on and that was when she realized the lack of battery it had. She shrugged it off and put it down on her nightstand before walking back out to eat and finish watching the movie with her roommates.

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She didn’t go to bed until almost three in the morning despite finishing the movie four hours ago. Once they finished, she looked at the piles of paper and study guides she still had to do and sighed. Deciding that her first class wasn’t until noon, she could easily get done with one or two study guides or an essay in three. 

She curled up on her bed when she was done and wrapped the blankets around her tightly. When she woke up and went to look at her phone and saw a tweet from Amanda from an hour ago, “Luke is not at morning practice due to personal reasons. Should expect him back for Saturday’s game in Columbus.”

She immediately woke up at the fact, looking back at her other notifications. There must’ve been at least a dozen missed calls from Luke and 15 text messages. She could only think about the worst, if he had gotten hurt but just didn’t want to tell someone, if he had been so drunk that he couldn’t think straight, if he had a panic attack last night. Her thoughts raced but halted when there was a knock on the door.

She went out to the living room, still clad in her sweats from the previous night. Her friends must’ve either already left or were still sleeping. She walked to the door, peeking through the peephole and gasping. She all but ripped the door open, “Lukey?”

He smiled when he saw her, immediately feeling better. Her eyes were still the same from the first time he had experienced her like this and he knew there would probably be a coffee pot brewing in the next few minutes, but he was here now and that was a wave of relief, “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my calls and I know you were studying last night so you probably wouldn’t have answered them anyway. But when I saw you called during the game I got worried because you never call. And I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that you weren’t overworking yourself but I can tell that you are.”

She frowned at his words but also felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of him flying out just because he wanted to ensure she was okay. She stepped aside to let him in and then led him to her bedroom. It was cleaner than what he had witnessed in the past years.

“You can’t just fly out every time you think I’m overworking myself, Luke.”

“I know but I wasn’t thinking. I was worried, really worried.” He held her hand, playing with her fingers as a form of comfort, “How long were you up to last night?”

She hesitated before responding, “3…”

He only sighed and tugged her closer to the bed so they could lay down, “Luke I have class in two hours.”

“I know but just for a little bit, and then I’ll take you to class.”

“You still know you’re way around campus?”

“Did I ever know my way around campus?”

She shook her head and laughed, “No.”

He smiled at her laugh, “You do realize I’m only going to be allowing you to rest while I’m here right?”

“But I have one more essay to finish.”

He glared at her, “Fine, but after that, you are going to be right here, in my arms, and not thinking about school at all.”

“Deal.” He kissed her before allowing her to get up and get ready for class. They both walked on campus to her class with the same thought, grateful that Luke had come to see her. Even with being 603 miles away from each other, they would do anything to be there for one another.

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A Guide to Red - The Quintessential Taylor Swift Album

After the release of The Manuscript, the role of Red and Red (Taylor’s Version) in Taylor’s life and discography has been highly discussed. A lot of people have referred to it as her magnum opus and most formative album. I have decided to compile a condensed list of about a dozen key interviews, performances, speeches, posts, and videos from 2011 all the way until 2024 that illustrate the importance of this record for Taylor’s personal life and career. I’m putting the list under a cut because it got pretty long. You don’t have to go through all of these, obviously, but I would suggest at least one per era. The bolded ones are essential in my opinion.

Pre-Red - These interviews hint at Taylor’s emotional state at the time and thus the content that will be explored on the Red album

2011 The New Yorker profile

Taylor Swift reveals new album is all about heartbreak - Extra TV

Bonus: an article going through Taylor’s arm lyrics on the Speak Now World Tour, which she described as mood rings for any particular show

Lover diary entries from the making of Red (credit to @cabincreaking for the scans)

- All Too Well lyrics first draft (February 2011)

- Random bursts of happiness and anxiety during the Speak Now Tour (June 17, 2011)

- Red (September 8, 2011)

- Holy Ground (February 2012)

- Nothing New (March 2, 2012)

- Working with Max Martin (June 10, 2012)

Red era - Listen to the original sixteen songs on the Red album at this point.

Red announcement livestream + Q&A

Red prologue

2012 Rolling Stone interview

2012 The Guardian interview

2012 Billboard interview

2012 Esquire interview

Sirius XM Town Hall - an hourlong interview from the day Red came out

Good Morning America - this is the first mention of the ten-minute version of All Too Well

Red track-by-track descriptions

Random interview where she discusses the connection between writing Speak Now and Red

I Knew You Were Trouble music video

Diary entry about how love is fiction and she might move to New York after all (January 6, 2014)

Diary entry from Grammy night (January 25, 2014)

Red Tour London performance of All Too Well - any performance of this song from 2013-14 will work here, but this one has a pretty comprehensive speech

Final performance of All Too Well on the Red Tour - just listen to the speech here

Post-Red era - Over the course of these interviews, you’ll see her relationship to the album evolve.

Taylor’s description of Clean (skip to 11:18)

2014 BBC Live Lounge interview

1989 World Tour interview where she mentions thinking she’d never sell as many albums as she did with Red before 1989 came out

Clean speech - a lot of these will work, but these two best describe her relationship with the Red era and heartbreak in general

All Too Well (The 1989 World Tour live)

2015 GrammyPro interview

All Too Well Super Saturday Night performance

Reputation Tour All Too Well speech

Red into Daylight performance - 2019 City of Lover concert in Paris

Re-recordings era - at this point, listen to the red vault

2020 Rolling Stone podcast

Red (Taylor’s Version) prologue

2021 Saturday Night Live performance

All Too Well: The Short Film + Behind the Scenes

Seth Meyers interview

2022 Tribeca film talk OR TIFF (both are equally good. I have a slight preference for the former, but there are some interesting new details in the latter). You could also watch directors on directors from the same year as a bonus, but it’s less comprehensive.

2022 Graham Norton - How All Too Well (10 Minute Version) came about + how the re-recordings inspired Midnights

Also listen to Midnights

The Eras Tour

All Too Well speech (Glendale Night 2 & Atlanta Night 1) - any of the speeches from March and April 2023 will work, but these two really illustrate how she feels about this time in her life now and how the fans changed the Red album for her. Obviously credit to @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes for the transcripts!

Maroon first ever live performance (‘This is a song about something that happened a long time ago, but it took place in New York’)

Aaaand finally listen to The Tortured Poets Department, especially The Manuscript

This is a lot, but it’s worth it. Enjoy!

[blackdollette]

"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?” 

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. “is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye. 

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ‘em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt. 

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else. 

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

author's note: thank you everyone for 1,000 followers! never thought i'd live to see the daythat i reach my longest goaal

[shannendoherty-fans]

November 5 to 11 - TV Guide

Shannen Speaks Out

‘Was she a party animal? Is she temperamental? How does she feel about her former 90210 castmates? Shannen Doherty, who stars this week in a TV-movie bio of Margaret Mitchell, answers those questions and more in a lively interview with columnist Liz Smith.

Shannen Doherty: "I'm not a Wild Girl".

Interviewed by Liz Smith. Photographs by Albert Shanchez.

Has she turned over a new leaf—or was her high-living reputation exaggerated in the first place? Heres her side

So, what's a quiet, intelligent, conservative girl doing in the wicked world of show biz? And yes, I am talking about the queen of the vizens, Shannen Doherty. Miss Doherty, 23 and an actress since the age of 10, met with me recently, to promote her NBC movie, “The Margaret Mitchell Story,” and to dispel/explain her tumultuous off-screen image. I knew nothing of Shannen other than her work on “Beverly Hills, 90210,” and her rumored antics via the tabloid press—temperamental on the set, tempestuous in her personal life; a prickly, press-wary young woman. I was warned: Proceed with caution.

Imagine my surprise when I encountered Shannen in the flesh—tiny, very casually dressed, no makeup, hair unruly. She arrived at our appointed spot early, and alone. No press rep, no bodyguard, no escort—not even sunglasses! We spoke for quite awhile, and she answered questions with what appeared to be an impressively realistic view of her own—and others’—shortcomings. She clearly wants to put her past behind her, start anew. That past includes two broken engagements; a brief, sensationally publicized marriage to actor Ashley Hamilton; a reputation as a party girl; and her controversial departure from the show that made her a household name. So here's Shannen, in her own words. Judge for yourself. Personally, I liked her. And I think you would, too—away from the drumbeat of the media.

LIZ SMITH: So, Shannen, tell me about “The Margaret Mitchell Story.” Would it be too absurd to ask if you've read Gone with the Wind?

SHANNEN DOHERTY: No, it wouldn't. I did not read Gone with the Wind, although I've seen the movie, and I read every book on Margaret Mitchell.

LS: Now that we've met, I think you would have made an exciting Scarlett O'Hara. She was a young brunette with beautiful eyes. Did playing in the sequel ever occur to you? Did they ask you?

SD: They didn't ask me. And I probably wouldn't have done it, simply because it's a classic and it would be hard to repeat that without getting completely killed. And I had a much better option, which was Margaret Mitchell. Margaret Mitchell was Scarlett O'Hara.

LS: What appealed to you about her?

SD: She had so many facets to her personality. An outcast, people said awful things about her, but also complex—very, very weak, yet so strong. She was weak in her opinion of herself. She always questioned her ability.

LS: Do you feel that way?

SD: I feel that way constantly. That's something I go through every single day. You know—"Am I good enough to act?”

LS: Let's talk about your earlier character, Brenda, on Beverly Hills, 90210. You know that it's in syndicated reruns now. “The Brenda Years.”

SD: Yes—I'm dying. It was, like, four years ago when we first started. I look so different! Before I discovered tweezers!

LS: There was a feeling, as the show went on, that your character became nasty. Did you or the scriptwriters collaborate on any changes?

SD: No. It was just sort of handed to me. All of a sudden this girl from Minnesota just turned into this Beverly Hills—

LS: Bitch?

SD: Yeah. In one sense it was good, because she was a bit more realistic than the other characters. Look, everybody has a nasty side— this little side that can get very mean. Or very wrapped up in a lifestyle. Especially when they're young. And my character experienced all that.

LS: You had an emotional scene with Tori Spelling in your final show. Her character, a virgin, is upset because her boyfriend slept with another girl.

SD: Tori was such a good friend and we were always so close, working through every problem. So the scene was very real for us because we had both been there, crying, saying, “Why are we hurt?” You know, over guys—over anything.

LS: Are you and Tori still friends?

SD: You know, we don't call each other and hang out like we used to. It's hard. Her father [Aaron Spelling] was my boss, and the whole situation wasn't conducive to our friendship.

LS: Do you have any regrets, then, about leaving the show?

SD: No.

LS: Would you ever return if they asked?

SD: No.

LS: Did: you jump, or were you pushed? SD: I would say it was a mutual thing,

LS: They were fed up with you? You were fed up with them? SD: The truth of it was that you had two egos—the Spelling company and Fox. And I think the things they wanted from me— to talk to them about my personal life, to come to an agreement—I wasn't willing to give. If I'd been willing to give them those things, I would still be on 90210.

LS: In a recent magazine that featured the new 90210, not only was your name on the cover, but you were mentioned everywhere inside. You're historical, darling.

SD: That must be very hard for [the cast] now. …And I'm sure they're all looking and saying, “Well, she’s gone. Now it’s our turn to get out there and shine and get what we deserve.” And they all deserve it. [But] I'm sure the more the press says Brenda, Brenda, Brenda, the more agitated they're going to get.

LS: You think it's self-defeating?

SD: Very. It's like, if you're happy I'm gone, then stop commenting on me. Stop saying things about me…it's petty and childish. I wish them all well. And there are some of that cast that I'm still close to and adore, [but] I don’t need to make any comments. It's in my past.

LS: Do you think of yourself as the temperamental, tempestuous person you've been portrayed as?

SD: No. I really don't. What's interesting is that none of my friends—those who truly know me, my parents, my boyfriend—see me as being temperamental. Because you have to push, push, and push for me to get upset. But, looking back on it now, there was definitely a more diplomatic way for me to handle what I was going through. But I was young…

LS: You've had a lot of notoriety.

SD: The notoriety…all of a sudden being written up in the newspapers—it was like, wow, what's going on? It was confusing, because I don't think you should do things in your personal life differently because you're a role model. But the character should, because younger kids watching the show are impressionable. And I began to complain quite a bit about the show straying away, turning into a soap opera.

At the same time, the flip side of me, the personal side, was enjoying being young. For the first time. I'd been working since I was 10, never really went out and partied. Suddenly you get a hit show and some money, and I just wanted to live life. But they didn’t let me be young. They just turned it into—

LS: That you were wild.

SD: That I was a party animal and I was a wild girl and I'm not. How can I be? I'm from the South. [laughter] You know. I'm a Southern Baptist. I can't be that wild. …I have a conservative point of view. I mean, I'm a Republican.

LS: How do you feel about having started so young? Do you think it's harmful for a child to be thrown into the business?

SD: I think in a lot of ways it was good for me. I learned a lot, fast. And I wasn't pushed by my parents, either. It was my choice. It was something I wanted to do.

LS: You pushed your parents!

SD: I pushed my parents. And they're not very supportive of this business. They're supportive of me, but not this business, because they've seen what it has done. It has hurt me in a lot of ways—hurt my feelings and hurt theirs.

LS: Are you close to them?

SD: Very. I see them almost every day. They're there for me. My dad is an off-shore banker and one of my best friends. My older brother is also a good friend. They are very supportive, very loving.

LS: Yet if you had a child, would you want him or her to go into show biz?

SD: No.

LS: Let's talk some more about the press and your “reputation.” Do you feel you've been misunderstood a lot?

SD: Absolutely. But, like I said, I can’t blame it all on them. I have to take partial blame. You know? I have to. And all I can basically say is, “I'm sorry.” I might have messed up a bit. Certainly nothing I ever did warranted their taking it to the extreme they did.

LS: What if you had been a guy on the show? Would it have happened?

SD: None of this would have happened. I'm a woman, and I'm strong and they said, “Great, we have a new bitch. So let's go after her.” There's not one cast member of 90210 who didn’t throw a tantrum or two themselves.

LS: OK, now I have to ask these tabloid-type questions, because we'd be remiss in our duty if we didn't. What about the reported bad checks you wrote?

SD: Years ago. I have no financial problems now. I have good people working with me. It's time to stop rehashing and move on.

LS: What about reports that you've beaten up past boyfriends, like Judd Nelson?

SD: That's just stupidity on anybody's part. How can anyone look at me—all of 92 pounds—and think I'm beating up some 180-pound guy? A complete and utter lie.

LS: So you never tried to run down a photographer in your Porsche?

SD: No.

LS: What about the explicit scenes you did in “Blindfold,” the USA TV-movie. Did you have second thoughts about those?

SD: First of all, half that stuff wasn't me. It was a body double. And in most of those scenes, my voice was looped in by somebody else. And I didn't know about it until I saw the movie!

LS: And the Playboy photos?

SD: Playboy asked me to pose, for alot of money. And I just didn’t want to. And then a photographer came along—I adore him, Michel Comte—and says he’s doing this safe-sex book for AIDS and asked me to participate. So I do these photos, and all of a sudden they come out in Playboy! I thought they were meant for a book.

LS: There are a couple of more questions the editors insisted we ask: Given the reports of your wild times, is there any history of violence or drinking in your family? Have you ever had any problem with drinking or drugs?

SD: Violence or drinking? Why—because the editors like believing what everybody else believes? I really don't care what they say. I care about what [my new directors and castmates] say. They matter. If they can walk away saying, “She was professional, she showed up on time, she gave 150 percent’—that is what matters to me.

LS: It seemed to me, in covering the story of your marriage, that you and Ashley Hamilton were very much in love. Why couldn't you make it work?

SD: I did love Ashley, but we separated after five months. It was me jumping into something very, very fast before I knew someone. I think it was more of—I needed to feel loved. And I loved him, because I think his heart was very, very good. However, there were things about him that I didn't find out until we were married. Things I couldn't overlook. And it was one of the most unhealthy relationships I've ever been in.

LS: Really.

SD: I wish him well, and I hope he gets past all his problems. But I couldn't be there to… tried. I tried to help him. But I wasn't willing to let myself be destroyed by another person. It was time for me to start taking control of my life. Stop being a victim—of men, the press, my own ideals about marriage. I mean, my parents have been married 28 years!

LS: So you have high expectations?

SD: Very high expectations. I have serious relationships. Unlike the past, the love I have now—{director] Rob Weiss—is my best friend, a teacher. I respect him. And we don't go out much. We prefer to sit home, cook dinner together, write together.

LS: Shannen, you've been great. I was influenced by your tabloid image as a wild, party girl. And I thought if you didn’t like some of the questions, you might storm out or knock me flat.

SD: I'm just a nice, Southern Baptist, Republican girl!

[interviewvampiredaily]

All the IWTV SDCC Content (So Far)

I will update as new things drop. This post will be pinned to the top of my blog if you want to check back for updates!

Panels/Interviews

HD recording of the SDCC main panel with cast and creatives (x)

Sam, Assad, and Delainey for the EW carpet (x)

Sam, Assad, Delainey, Mark Johnson (Producer), and Rolin Jones (Showrunner) for IGN (x)

Sam, Assad, and Delainey for EW Exclusive Panel (IWTV panel starts at 4:22:30)

Sam, Assad, Delainey, Mark Johnson (Producer), and Rolin Jones (Showrunner) for Variety (x)

Sam, Assad, and Delainey for MTV (x)

Unofficial recording of the SDCC panel with cast and creatives (x)

Cast and creatives for TV Guide (x)

Articles

Sam Reid for Variety (x)

Sam and Assad for Collider (x)

Sam, Assad, and Delainey for Collider (x)

Sam Reid for Collider (x)

Rolin Jones for Collider (x)

Photo Calls

Video of cast and creatives posing for Variety (x)

Cast & creatives posing in front of IWTV wrap (x)

Sam, Assad, and Delainey for EW (x)

Cast and creatives for IMDb + The Wrap (x)

Cast and creatives for IMDb boat (x)

Cast and creatives for Den of Geek (x) (x) (x) (x)

Miscellaneous

A fan interaction with Sam in which he reveals he bought Assad’s suspenders (x)

Season 2 Blooper Reel (x)

SNEAK PEEK AT SEASON 3 (x)