#dylan and brenda even...

[rigginsstreet]

im really learning about myself i HATE the like lower class from the streets brooding boy x preppy rich girl trope like

brooke and lucas? hate

dylan and kelly? hate (dylan is very much rich but hes got the broody asshole part down so it counts)

tim and lyla? cant stand

marissa and ryan? didnt hate but like seth and summer were my oc couple

adult fp and alice? burn it kill it dead

i cannot think of one time this trope has ever worked on me like the closest i can think of caroline and tyler tvd but like...they hit different i cant explain it.

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

When will leave Jackson diary incorrect quotes part 2?

IT MAKES ME WHEEZE WHEN I READ PART 1

If you check the reblogs to the original post, I made a part 2

This is part 3

NJ (Nightmare Jackson), writing fanfiction: #murder as a love language, #hurt no comfort, #MCR voice: I'M NOT OKAAAYYYY, #author does NOT need sleep, #physically running away from feelings because what even are those

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Exer: If you need me to babysit Charlie, I'm available 24/6

Bailey: Don't you mean 24/7?

Exer: No, Saturdays are date nights with David

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David, half asleep: Peer pressure me into completing tasks

Brenda: Do it or you're straight.

David, immediately getting up: I SAID PEER PRESSURE NOT THREATEN

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Charlie: Can I have some?

Exer, eating Cup O Cat cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it

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Jolie: What is love?

Ken: An emotional minefield

Jackson: A neurochemical reaction

Timothy: baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more-

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K3vin, talking to the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: you and your dreadful little polycule haven't seen the last of me

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Jackson: I wanna sleep for 40 hours

NJ: You know that's called a coma, right?

Jackson: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now

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Ken: I thought I was doing amazing socially at a party and then this girl asked me if I was autistic

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Dylan: Sh*t, I don't have enough money to pay rent . . .

Marco, biting his lip, looking Dylan up and down: Well . . . I'm sure we can find a . . . solution

Bailey: THIS. IS. MONOPOLY. HORNY JAIL. RIGHT NOW

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Ken: You're my hero!

Brenda: All I did was catch your plate of chicken nuggets before they hit the ground

Ken: But you did it heroically

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Jolie: Didn't you die?

K3vin: That was weeks ago. Things change.

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Ken: Did it hurt?

Stars: *chokes on spit* excuse me? Do not pull that "when you fell from heaven" shit on me-

Ken: When you crawled up from hell?

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David: I swear on my friends' lives that I don't have a crush on Exer

Brenda, hands on her neck: I can't BREATHE

Ronald: I . . . I see the light

Jackson, literally a theater kid: *choking sounds before he collapses on the floor*

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Jackson: I just had a thought, which, as you can imagine, was stressful

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Ken: Yeah, crushes are the worst, I always act stupid when I'm near mine

Brenda: But you always act stupid

Ken, sweating: . . .

Brenda: . . . wait-

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Jolie: *very pensive*

Timothy: What's up?

Jolie: I just saw Ken pour 4 pounds of sugar into a dryer and he said he was making cotton candy

Timothy: . . . Did it work?

Jolie: . . . NO??

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NJ: I like men in the sense that I can perform unethical experiments on them

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NJ: everyone is addicted to my Fun and Flirty personality. lives have been destroyed

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Ken: so I was talking to Brenda-

Tim: the rizzlerrrr

Ken: . . .

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NJ: *humming along to Monster High songs*

Jackson: *walks into the room* what are you listening to?

NJ: Fallout Boy

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Now if they could text:

Harry: Happy birthday, son . . . Exer: ?? is it my last? - Christine: Good morning pumpkin remember to drink water . . .

David: did you poison it? - Christine: Hey just picked up David and Exer from school they got into a fight Harry: 👍 Christine: What -

Norman, texting Mariah: Get bell soon. wet* wep* Oh forget it. You can just perish. - David, in a group chat with the REDs, Brenda, Pamela, and the Detention Kids: I want a bf Brenda: Do you mean boyfriend or best friend? Exer: I can be both Ken: damn that's crazy Timothy: @/inhiseyesaflamingglow ron come get the tea but be careful it's BURNING HOT 🔥 David: [dumb blond is replying to magic boi] {I can be both} ??? WAHT??!?? - Ken: hey Haru, two days later: what. Ken: can you get toilet paper like two days ago? mom wanted me to ask - Ken: I need to tell you smth important Elijah: yeah go on Ken: here I'll just send it. https://social.mtdv.me/articles/UGjq058oAB Elijah: . . . why.

[userlaylivia]

I'm not including steroline because in my mind they are endgame same with jax/tara and merder because whenever meredith dies she'll be with derek!! I didn't include barchie or bhva because all were endgame imo and didn't include klamille or klayley or haylijah because I ship all three and didn't want competing ships lol and spuffy was endgame in the comic books lol in my mind karamel is endgame because she can go where he is anytime but I included them anyway lol and handon is endgame in my mind as well because they would've been!! I included brylan because even though I consider them endgame because they were supposed to be and now luke/shannen are gone I consider them to be but I needed to fill a space lol

@makeyouminemp3, @nikkiruncks, @bellamyblake, @okmcintyre, @stydixa

[justforbooks]

Françoise Hardy

Icon of 60s music who sang of love as a source of ‘wretched, profound, endless questioning’

Françoise Hardy, who has died of cancer aged 80, shot to fame as part of France’s génération yé-yé, the jaunty transatlantic and cross-channel collision between French chanson and American rock’n’roll that also produced Johnny Hallyday and France Gall. But from the start, there was something that set her apart: a wistfulness, a sentimental self-reflection, a poise that belied a lifelong shyness and insecurity. A 60s icon, as big, for a while, in London as in Paris, Hardy was, in many ways, the antithesis of that restive, revolutionary decade.

Unlike her contemporaries, when she sang of love it was about “suffering and frustration, illusion and disillusion; wretched, profound, endless questioning”. Her songs, she told Le Monde, were a necessary outlet: “I wrote about my experience … A beautiful, melancholic melody is what best transcends the pain.”

Men fell, in droves, for her timid beauty. Mick Jagger described Hardy as his “ideal woman”. David Bowie, “passionately in love” for years, courted her backstage, in dressing gown and embroidered slippers. In 1964, the sleeve notes of Another Side of Bob Dylan featured a whole poem “for françoise hardy/at the seine’s edge”. (Two years later, after a concert at the Olympia music hall in Paris, Dylan invited the singer to a party in his suite at the George V, one of the capital’s grandest hotels. In his bedroom, he played her two tracks from Blonde on Blonde: Just Like a Woman and I Want You. Hardy always insisted she was so starstruck she never got the message.)

But the love of Hardy’s life, the father of her son and the agonising inspiration for many of her songs, was the French singer and actor Jacques Dutronc, whom she met in 1967 and married in 1981. The couple separated in the 90s, but never divorced, remaining on good terms. “Love is a remarkable force, even if its price is perpetual torment,” she said. “But without that torment, I would not have written a single lyric.”

Hardy was born in Nazi-occupied Paris, in the same maternity clinic at the top of the rue des Martyrs in the ninth arrondissement that had delivered Hallyday a few months earlier. Her mother was Madeleine Hardy, an accountant, and her father, Pierre Dillard, was a company director who was married to another woman. Françoise grew up in a two-room apartment nearby with her sister, Michèle, born 18 months later, and a solitary mother with whom Françoise had a “fusional, symbiotic relationship … I loved her probably too much – exclusively, unconditionally”. The girls rarely saw their father, who often neglected to pay his share of their upkeep and was regularly late with the modest fees for their Catholic education.

Weekends were spent with grandparents – notably an “egocentric, narrow-minded, frigid and emasculating” grandmother – outside Paris; many childhood holidays with friends of her mother’s in Austria, to learn German. Shy, dreamy, deeply ashamed of her unconventional family, Hardy turned to the radio, where in the late 50s, on the English service of Radio Luxembourg, she encountered a music – Presley, the Everly Brothers, Brenda Lee, Cliff Richard – that “affected me more than anything else. That ended up changing my life.”

Aged 16, she asked for a guitar for passing the first part of her baccalauréat. A year later, having passed the second part with honours, she taught herself a handful of chords “that produced most of my songs over the next 10 years”, and began writing. At the Sorbonne, studying German, she auditioned, unsuccessfully but not disastrously, for one record company, and started singing lessons.

Hardy’s contract with Vogue Records – who wanted “a female Johnny Hallyday” – was signed on 14 November 1961. She made her first TV appearance, in black and white on the state broadcaster’s only channel, six months later, and released her debut EP, featuring three songs of her own and a cover of a Bobby Lee Trammell song.

Her breakthrough came, rather incongruously, on the night of Charles de Gaulle’s October 1962 referendum asking voters whether France’s future presidents should be directly elected. In a musical interlude while the nation awaited the result, Hardy performed a track from her EP, Tous les garçons et les filles. The nation loved it. The song (sample line: “I walk down the streets, my soul in sorrow”) became a monumental hit in France, spending a total of 15 weeks at No 1 between October 1962 and April 1963 and becoming a million-seller. Within weeks Hardy was on the cover of Paris Match, plunged, still in her teens, into the whirlwind of the swinging 60s (which she detested: she disapproved of casual sex, avoided drugs, and could only ever remember being drunk twice).

Her first boyfriend, the photographer Jean-Marie Périer, ensured her picture – miniskirt, white boots, long hair, signature fringe – went around the world. Courrèges, Yves Saint Laurent and Paco Rabanne competed to dress her, for seasons at the Olympia in Paris, the Savoy in London, and shows in Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Denmark, Spain, Canada and South Africa. In New York, William Klein photographed her for Vogue. Roger Vadim, Jean-Luc Godard and John Frankenheimer cast her in films.

The hits flowed, recorded – some in London, produced by Charles Blackwell – in French, English, German, Italian, some written by Hardy, others not.

But at the end of the 60s, barely five years after she began, Hardy abruptly gave up performing live, and the cinema. “I hated what it all involved,” she explained. “Being separated from the man I loved, the waiting, the solitude, depending on the phone. And I’ve never been able to act. I can’t simulate, or lie. Songwriting, on the other hand … dives deep.” Life in the fast lane, she declared, was “a gilded prison”.

But she continued recording, releasing a dozen bestselling albums in France, of which she always cited La Question (1971), a sophisticated collaboration with the Brazilian musician Tuca, as her favourite. She duetted with French artists Henri Salvador, Alain Souchon and Benjamin Biolay, and later with Damon Albarn and Iggy Pop.

Hardy was never very interested in politics (she decamped to Corsica with Dutronc for the duration of les événements of May 1968, whose student leaders she distrusted), although she had strong opinions about questions such as abortion. Hardy was, however, fascinated by astrology, writing two books on the subject.

She continued to work in later life, despite claiming that her 1988 album, Décalages, would be her last. A string of new recordings in the 1990s and 2000s, a 2008 autobiography, Le Désespoir des Singes (the title apparently derived from a monkey puzzle tree in the Bagatelle gardens near her Paris flat, because its sharp, spiky leaves reminded her of “men who have caused me despair”), and her last album, Personne d’autre, released in 2018, appeared despite family and personal tragedies: Hardy was at her mother’s side when, suffering from Charcot–Marie–Tooth disease, she died by euthanasia in 1994.

Hardy herself was diagnosed in 2004 with lymphoma, eventually recovering after an experimental form of chemotherapy – but only after she had been hospitalised, in an induced coma, in 2015. Three years later, another tumour was detected, this time in her ear. In 2021, she told the magazine Femme Actuelle (by email; she said she could no longer talk) that she would like to be able to choose to end her life, as her mother had done, and in 2023, in an interview with Paris Match, called on Emmanuel Macron, the French president, to legalise assisted dying.

Shortly before that second diagnosis, in 2018, Hardy reflected on a career that had brought pretty much every award French music can offer (plus a medal from the Académie Française), telling the Observer she had always been surprised that people – “even very good musicians” – had been moved by her voice.

“I know its limitations, I always have,” she said. “But I have chosen carefully. What a person sings is an expression of what they are. Luckily for me, the most beautiful songs are not happy songs. The songs we remember are the sad, romantic songs.”

She is survived by Dutronc, and by their son, Thomas.

🔔 Françoise Madeleine Hardy, singer, born 17 January 1944; died 11 June 2024

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[shannendoherty-fans]

Vogue — Opinion

Team Brenda Forever

By Fiorella Valdesolo

July 15, 2024

Photo: Courtesy Everett Collection

“TV’s brashest 21-year-old talks revealingly about her wild past, her brief engagement, and ‘people who think I’m a bitch,’” the coverline next to a picture of Shannen Doherty reads on a 1992 issue of People magazine. A year later, on another People cover: “Out of Control! These days, Beverly Hills’ hard-partying, check-bouncing bad girl may be going way too far.”

In the ’90s—before a wave of early-aughts tabloids and bloggers like Perez Hilton made a mint lampooning young, female celebrities like Lindsay and Britney and Paris—Shannen Doherty was popular fodder. Drunken nights out, shotgun marriages, fights at the club, court-appointed anger-management classes, and other run-ins with the law were breathlessly chronicled for a celebrity-obsessed public thirsty to see the unraveling of the stars they tuned in to watch every week. Doherty was deemed unhinged, branded a liability. How the media treated her (and Drew Barrymore, too, for that matter) was a template for the years to follow, when such cruelty would become ever more commonplace and, with the dawn of social media, ever more accessible. Doherty was branded a bad girl; she was called difficult, a notoriously loaded term when lobbed at women.

But for teenage me, those were the very labels that made me fiercely love her. They were labels that Brenda Walsh, the character that arguably made Doherty most famous, had already confronted onscreen. When Beverly Hills, 90210 debuted in 1990, I was in junior high and already deeply familiar with Doherty from her roles as Jenny on Little House on the Prairie, Kris Witherspoon (opposite tween dream Chad Allen) on Our House, and as one of the titular mean girls in the seminal 1980s film Heathers. Brenda Walsh (played by a then 19-year-old Doherty) was introduced to audiences as a wide-eyed girl from Minnesota with a stretchy headband, mousy brown hair, and pastel-hued wardrobe who, along with her goody-two-shoes twin brother, Brandon, had been plopped into the decadence and debauchery of LA. “Nobody knows me here—I could be anybody, I could be somebody,” Brenda says to her brother on the show’s first episode as she anxiously considers what to wear on her first day at a school in a city that was definitely not Minneapolis. Beverly Hills, 90210 would dive into taboo topics like AIDS, domestic violence, eating disorders, suicide, and drug abuse, becoming a runaway hit for producer Aaron Spelling. All these years later, the show remains the pinnacle of teen drama, and Brenda its queen. (Let’s face it: The seasons after Spelling booted Doherty from the cast could never measure up, even with the addition of Tiffani Thiessen’s chaos-courting Valerie Malone.)

Photo: Courtesy Everett Collection

Over the course of the four seasons that Doherty was on 90210, Brenda would grow and shift, both in her look (along came the bodysuits, high-waist jeans, endlessly imitated dark brown hair with blunt bangs, and that signature knowing smirk) and her identity. We watched her decide to have sex for the first time (an episode that famously raised conservative eyebrows); contend with a pregnancy scare; fight and make up and break up (to the tune of R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion”) with Dylan; rebel against her parents’ arcane rules; try on new personas (bonjour, Brenda Dubois); get arrested (for protesting animal testing, naturally); and face the aftermath of a best friend’s betrayal. Yet Brenda would also face well-publicized backlash from fans of the show, as people began to conflate the character with Doherty’s off-screen behavior. (There was even a popular ’90s zine called the I Hate Brenda Newsletter.)

Brenda—or was it Shannen?—became the girl people loved to hate. Doherty once said in an interview: “People couldn’t separate me from her, and I got sick of people assuming that I was as naughty and bad as Brenda was. It was all very hurtful.” Though one was fictionalized, they were both up against the complicated pressures of adolescence and wanting to be taken seriously. Both on television and off, Doherty was passionate, she was intense, she was straightforward, she was self-assured, and for all these reasons, she was dismissed and poorly regarded. For those of us navigating our own coming of age, and simultaneously facing harsh judgment from our families and peers, we saw ourselves in Brenda—and, in turn, in Shannen. I know I did.

When the news broke this week that Doherty had died from cancer, prompting an outpouring of social media tributes and Instagram messages from saddened friends, I saw that others felt the same way. Part of the sadness seemed to come from how hard Doherty had fought to live; she’d recently shared on her excellent and refreshingly candid podcast Let’s Be Clear how hopeful she felt about a new course of chemotherapy.

But for many of my fellow Gen X’ers and older millennials, we’d also lost a part of ourselves. We loved Shannen Doherty, we idolized her, but most of all, at some point, we saw ourselves in a version of her. We were all a little wild once; we were all a little difficult. We were all a little Brenda.

[blackbirdi]

Too Late

Brief Description: Y/n has always held the heart of Minho, since the very first day they met. He couldn't say anything because his focus while they were in the glade was getting out, then it was surviving, and now that they're in the Safe Haven, it's a matter of building up his courage to ask her out. However, his fear of rejection has held him back for so long, maybe too long.

Point of View: 1st Person

Word Count: 1158

Character: Minho (TMR) x Reader

Y/n and Minho. Minho and Y/n. One had never been without the other. They were inseparable, joined at the hip. They completed one another.

And while both of them knew this, both of them were too scared to say anything. Too scared to fall even more in love and have one of them die. Too scared to share their feelings because they needed to be surviving. So they just went along their days pretending that they're heart didn't beat solely for the other.

Minho promised himself that he'd tell her the second he knew that they were safe, that they'd never have to worry about a Griever sneaking up on them, or a Crank coming around the corner. He promised.

However, when they reached the Safe Haven Minho was still too scared to say anything, too scared that she wouldn't feel the same, too scared that he'd ruin their friendship. He'd rather suffer with his feelings and still be her friend than ruin everything that's happened between the two of them in the last three-ish years. He loved her. He really did. And everyone (aside from Y/n) could see that.

He survived the Glade for her. Had a reason to run through that maze, it was her. He survived the scorch. Had a reason to push through that pain the lightning strike gave him, it was her. He survived their adventures in the Last City. Had a reason to go until the very end, it was her. He had a reason to keep going when Newt died, it was her (and Thomas and the others of course).

And God, did she love him too.

After she was done with her work for the day, she would sit by the Doors until Minho came through, immediately going over to hug him tight even if he reeked of sweat. Whenever he had a day off she tried to always be near him, even though she got told off by her Keeper, Newt, and Alby many times. Throughout the scorch she stuck by his side, just like she stayed with him throughout the last journey. Together they helped each other with the death of one of their closest friends.

But after a while, Y/n started thinking that maybe Minho didn't like her back like everyone said. And maybe he wasn't scared to tell her his feelings, maybe he just didn't have any. And after a while Y/n became hopeless that her and Minho would ever really be a thing. So, after a while she started to try and get over her own feelings towards Minho, all while Minho was trying to finally ask her.

And then, before Minho could ever expect it, Y/n was introducing her boyfriend to him, Thomas, Gally, Brenda, and the others. Some guy named Dylan.

Dylan was sweet. He was kind, thoughtful, caring, funny, strong, handsome, smart, anything you could want in a guy. Of course, everyone liked him, but something about him made Minho's blood boil.

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A few months later Minho watched them laugh together over something Dylan said, his heart breaking with every beat that Y/n wasn't in his arms.

He had the chance it was in the palm of his hand, the chance to admit how she helped him through everything he's ever been through. That he loved her with his whole heart, his entire being, with everything he had, everything he is, and everything he will be. But he didn't take the chance, he didn't take the damn chance because he was too scared, even though everyone was telling him that she loved him too.

He had the most dangerous job in the Glade, and he did it every day thinking nothing of it. Yet somehow, somehow, he found that being rejected was scarier than a Griever, a shucking Griever.

So he watched them, watched Y/n fall deeper in love with Dylan, as day by day he felt deeper in love with her. And it fucking hurt.

He had the chance, he really did, but his cowardice blew it. So now he watched Dylan throw his arm around Y/n's shoulders and press a loving kiss to her cheek, and he wished with all his might that he could be in Dylan's place.

"Hey, Minho," a voice from his side said, sitting down beside him.

Minho didn't even have to look to know it was Thomas.

"You alright, man?" Thomas asked, his eyebrows furrowing into concern as he saw Minho's expression. "You look ... I don't know ... defeated? Angry? Sad?"

"It's nothing," Minho brushed off with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't want to talk about it. He hated even thinking about it.

Obviously, Thomas didn't believe him for a second. He followed Minho's gaze, to where he was gazing at and saw Y/n and Dylan cuddled up together, realizing immediately why Minho looked so upset.

"It's Y/n and Dylan, isn't it?" Thomas's voice dripped with sympathy as he asked Minho gently, not wanting to further upset him.

Minho glanced over at Thomas, sighing. He would never get Y/n, so what was the point in lying? He nodded.

"I'm sorry, Minho," Thomas said, patting his best friend's back sympathetically.

Minho looked down at the ground, trying to hold back tears as he ranted, "I want to be him so bad, Thomas. I just want to hold her like he does. I want her to look at me like she looks at him. I want to be her first thought in the morning. I want her to think of me when she's going to sleep. I want to be him! I can't believe I let her get away. Why didn't I just get over my stupid little fear and ask her? That could've been me, Thomas. That could've been me."

Thomas's heart sank at Minho's words, hearing the pain in his voice as he spoke.

"I know it hurts, Minho, but it's not going to hurt forever," Thomas tried to comfort him. "Life is full of disappointments and some hurt worse than others. But the thing is, you can't stay on that disappointment, otherwise it's going to take over you and you'll never be able to see the joy in other things. It's okay for you to be hurt over this, no one is going to tell you otherwise. But sometimes ... sometimes you need to move on."

"How?" Minho whispered. "She's what I've been living for ever since I got to the Glade. All of my memories are of her. How can I just 'get over her'?"

Thomas sighed, looking towards Y/n and Dylan before looking back to Minho.

"I don't know, Minho," he admitted. "But one day, I promise you, it will hurt less."

Minho looked up from the ground, looking longingly over at Y/n and Dylan. What he wouldn't do to be in his place.

"Yeah, I hope so."

[elliss-stuff]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

thank you @anti-homophobia-cheese and @royal-chandler for tagging me...let's go...

3 Ships I like: firstprince, narlie, tarlos (even if I do not follow the show very much)

First Ship Ever: oh well, maybe Brenda and Dylan (yes, I'm that old!)

Last Song You Heard: What don't belong to me by Post Malone

Favorite Childhood Book: Alice in wonderland

Currently Reading: some italian comics by Zerocalcare

Currently Watching: last night at Tremor beach, on Netflix

Currently Consuming: nothing now

Currently Craving: tiramisù, as always! (and a new post from Tay or Nick)

tagging @myteavsricochet @lfg1986-2 @amnesiaa-on-ice @almightaylor @mylucayathoughts @bigassbowlingballhead @made-by-han @fallenleavesofautumn @meraki-yao..of course if you want..

(maybe someone already done, sorry for tagging again)

[yankstrash]

bren gets called every b name in the book

brenbren, brenny, b, baby, booby, bren, brendan if you’re really mad, and sometimes bitch

i agree, every single nickname that starts with B is his

(like dylan) you use his full name once, not thinking anything of it, & he gets so offended & worried that he did something wrong

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"brendan, could you bring me my water please?"

brendans eyes immediately dart up from his phone, whole body going tense.

"what did you say?"

"i said could you bring me my water ple-"

he cut you off. "no no. before that. what did you say?"

you turn around in your desk chair, giving him a confused look.

"you said brendan." he almost whispered.

"is that not your name?" you asked, laughing.

"not to you it isn't. it's bren. or brenny. or bren bren. or b. or baby. or bubba. or even brenda. but it isn't brendan. what did i do? did i do something wrong? was it something i said?" he frantically asks.

you couldn't hold in your laughter at your boyfriends paranoia of the use of his full first name.

"you didn't do anything baby, it just slipped i guess. don't worry."

brendan grabbed your water from your nightstand, bringing it over to you before wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"brenda does worry, shnookums."

[peppertaemint]

Brenda Walsh is such a cold-hearted villainess in the first year of the college years - I have zero sympathy for her re-watching this for the thousandth time. Like she really shit talked Kelly for having a mother and boyfriend who are recovering alcoholics and is jealous that she has actual trauma in her life to use to for their play auditions.

What kills me watching now in 2024 is the utter absence of cancel culture and how every episode is about making mistakes and learning from it. Everyone is screwing up and doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, making egregious errors, lol, and calling each other out and getting a second chance. Maybe that was the most unrealistic thing about it all, even then.

Anyway, I'm so biased and always Team Kelly it's hard not to hate Brenda. Kelly drops out of the play because Dylan and Brenda basically convince her she's doing it just because Brenda wants the part, when the role is Maggie in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and the director acknowledges that Kelly is a natural because of trauma and life experience and is giving the best performance. Imagine being a natural at something and your boyfriend and best friend are like, guilting you out of pursuing an unexpected opportunity. Evil.

AND. Brenda chokes at her audition, messing it up, and since she knew she blew it, goes to the director's house at night sleep with him for the part. 💀

[fuckyeahimafangirl]

I was about 7 years old when I first watched 90210. Brenda was everything to me. Brenda/Dylan were pretty much my first OTP, even before that term existed probably. I was still a little kid when Kelly and Dylan cheated on her and I seriously believe that really impacted my view on relationships.

That show and what was said about Shannen when she was fired are some of my earliest memories.

And from that moment on, up until her last-released podcast episode, she's never left my life.

Charmed was the first fandom I was involved in. The first website I created. My first online friends that weren't just online for long. And Prue, of course, was a huge part of that. Prue and Piper. Their relationship on and off screen. I just loved them so. The episodes she directed on that show were some of my favorites. Very few episodes in history made me feel what All Hell Breaks Loose did.

She didn't change my life because there was not much to change before her. She was one of the artists who shaped me.

My heart is broken for the loss of such a force of nature, such a talented person, for a person who seemed so genuinely good, and for the things that I will not selfishly get to watch/hear. But it breaks even more when I think about people like her mom, Holly and SMG.

Thank you, Shannen, for absolutely everything.

[rigginsstreet]

These writers were ROTTED!!! “I think I’m almost over you” “yeah me too” WHAT WAS THE REASON!!!!!

[zalrb]

LMAO okay so the Haleb “tHaT’S hOw MuCh CoNtRoL yOu HaVe OvEr mE” moment is if memory serves me, one of their most beloved scenes and it's like- I mean... like you said I'm tired of ships who don't earn this trope getting it. I'm very "I guess?" with Haleb all around but I mean seriously with the wall kiss, did we earn an EPIC can't help it wall kiss? Cause she dressed normally for an episode?

Yes, exactly, it's very "I guess" because it's all so passive and they are simply passable together, even the wall kiss which is their best kiss so far is, like, OK, it's inoffensive, it's better than the Klaroline tree kiss, what do you want from me. Because Hanna, what crazy things exactly did you do for him, you just said A broke me up and Caleb up, they're going down and I don't even remember what she did, did she sneak into a hospital room? And Caleb, you just sent her a text as A and told her to get in the car. Like I need histrionics for the tHaT’S hOw MuCh CoNtRoL yOu HaVe OvEr mE speech.

Peyton helps Jake kidnap his baby, OK? Brenda's dad tells her she can't see Dylan anymore and she moves in with him and stops talking to her family. Ryan punches the Dean of their school for Marissa.

The whole I can't be without you, I miss you like crazy, I'm DYING here and it drives me to do crazy things, you need BANGEL level of commitment, Buffy did NOT play about Angel

or you need Liz level of commitment because she did do all of this

Caleb needed to do the PLL equivalent of Tyler breaking every bone in his body for Caroline or SOMETHING. Because otherwise this is just stupid.

[cuddlyreader]

I'd love to hear your top 7-10 OTPs! I'm guessing Leyton and Delena are both on the list?

Hello! I'm reusing my answer from an old post for this because I am proud of it. :)

Brenda and Dylan (Beverly Hills 90210) - As I have said before, I love Shannen Doherty. This show is the reason why. Brenda was my favorite character from day one, and her romance with Dylan was so intense and epic. This one has to be the first time an emotionally damaged character stole my heart. He needed her screaming and crying at him to understand that someone loves him because no one did until then. She needed his recklessness to temper her own. They grounded each other with their love.

Buffy and Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) - Watching these two fall in love and be unable to resist it was so much fun. They were actually doomed from the start. I mean…a vampire and a vampire slayer…that has tragedy written all over it. She literally killed him, and he came back from a Hell world (sounds familiar). Then, they fell right back in love (hmm, also familiar). They loved so hard, and their world was always in peril, which kept the angst level pretty high. For years, Angel wallowed in the torment of guilt that his soul provided. She gave him a purpose…her purpose. Her entire reason for being was to save people. She made him want to do that, too. He made her realize that not all monsters are evil and not all “good” guys are good. In my mind, they found their way back to each other and lived happily ever after.

Willow and Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) - These two had the most beautiful and sweet love, and I am bitter that the idiot writer killed off Tara. Shy, bookish Willow really grew into a powerful and strong witch because of this relationship. She could fully be herself, and it was amazing. Tara, sweet Tara, was so kind and compassionate. She held Willow accountable in her magic, which turned out to be pretty important. I won’t even get into the fact that at this time, there was very little LGBTQ representation on television. Yep, I’m still angry.

Pacey and Joey (Dawson’s Creek) - Dawson’s Creek is my comfort show. I watch it all the way through several times a year. There is nothing that soothes me like it does. When this show aired, there was nothing more enjoyable than watching Pacey and Joey fall for each other against their own wishes. Pacey knew first, and he tried not to act on it for the sake of their friend Dawson (I won’t go into how annoyed that makes me given that Dawson didn’t want her.). Joey fought it with everything she had for the same reason and also because it was so real that it scared the hell out of her. He pushed her to grow and become the person she was meant to be, and she accepted him as is without any expectations other than they would do it together. They had the best dynamic. They bickered and laughed and cried, but they worked at their relationship like you do in grown-up relationships. Even when they broke up, they cared about each other consistently. My favorite episode is when they get stuck in K-Mart overnight. Joyously, they were also endgame.

Max and Liz (OG Roswell and Roswell, New Mexico) - By now, I have established that I love intense love. That’s exactly what og Max and Liz had. Liz was very structured and academically driven. Max was very closed off from everyone including Michael and Isabel. He opened her mind and heart to possibility. She made him feel and be open about it. They loved so intensely that even supposed alien fate couldn’t keep them apart. I was so sad the show was canceled so soon, but I am eternally grateful that they were endgame and that I got to see it. They sort of switched the emotional roles of new Max and Liz, which I like. They would still do anything for each other, so they are still my OTP. Admittedly, I haven’t watched the last season because I’m sad about it being the last.

Peyton and Lucas (One Tree Hill) - Look, they were always drawn to each other, but their timing was awful. I loved how no matter what, they were there for each other, even if it was just as friends. Peyton was the broken one in this relationship. She lost too much at too young an age. Feeling so deeply terrified her. And let’s face it, Lucas was intense. He felt everything and didn’t shy away from it. It was immensely gratifying to see them finally be happy together.

Logan and Veronica (Veronica Mars) - Logan was a real ass at the beginning of this show, and they were full-on enemies. So, I can honestly say I did not ship them at first. The metamorphosis that Logan goes through to be a better man is truly remarkable. To be fair, they both have emotional damage in this one. Veronica copes with her losses by saving others, but her love for Logan scares her. They both had to work out their own stuff before they could successfully be together. Thankfully, we got to see that they made it. I have no comment about the killing of my beloved Logan.

Damon and Elena (The Vampire Diaries) - Anyone that follows me knows that these two are my current obsession. Damon has literally spent over a century and a half being abandoned and rejected by his father, mother, brother, and love. To say that I love him is the understatement of the century. He had no intention of falling in love with Elena. He wanted to save Katherine, and her rejection nearly killed him. He feels everything so much that he can’t cope, and then he snaps. Elena saves him. Period. She makes him feel human because she treats him like one. She expects him to care and makes him want to do better. And he does, starting with her. He loves her so much that it is palpable. Damon makes her look at herself and the world differently. He pushes her to be and accept her true self no matter who that is or who she is with. I am elated that they got their long and happy human life together.

Clary and Jace (Shadowhunters) - I love Jace with every fiber of my being. I just want him to have love and happiness. He did not get that deserved love from his parents, and he never felt like he deserved it after that. Clary brought him to life. She was caring and compassionate for everyone: mundane, shadowhunter, or downworlder. Loving her opened Jace’s heart to everything. I choose to believe that the ending we got means they find their way back to each other and live happily ever after. I know I could finish the books, but I honestly cannot read Cassandra Clare’s writing anymore. Besides, where they are in my mind is good for me.

Magnus and Alec (Shadowhunters) - Magnus is one of my favorite characters ever. He’s loved many times over the centuries he’s lived, but what he has with Alec is so much more. Like all shadowhunters, Alec doesn’t trust downworlders, but for him, it’s more than that. He believes he has a duty to his family, and being with Magnus flies in the face of that duty. Magnus not so subtly or easily pushes past Alec’s defenses. Once they get together, they make each other better, and it’s literally magical. Their wedding was everything I could have hoped for as far as endgame goes.

[zenmasterlover]

I’m a sucker for bad boy x good girl tropes! So here’s a few (some spoilers!):

Jackie x Hyde (That 70s Show)- very obvious

Rory x Jess (Gilmore Girls)- I WISH THEY WERE END GAME!!! I always thought Jess (or Logan) was the best for Rory. Jess had my heart from the beginning, it obviously helped that he was a pretty boy, but Jess was always gentle with Rory and had an academia side that he didn’t show because it would ruin his bad boy image

John B x Sarah (Outer Banks)- CANNOT GER ENOUGH OF THESE TWO! Their chemistry is amazing. Typical poor, bad boy and rich, good girl trope! Just a chef’s kiss

Brenda x Dylan (90210)- Dylan is so misunderstood and has a very dark past but when Brenda comes in, he changes for the better. I love how Brenda accepts him and helps him through his alcoholism and abandonment issues. When Brenda’s parents tried to split them up and they eventually parted ways, I cried like a baby

Blair x Chuck (Gossip Girl)- obviously Chuck isn’t your typical bad boy because of his nice upbringing but he does love blackmailing people and making people’s lives difficult lol! He loved seeing people’s lives fall to flames but Blair changed that. Blair also had some icky tendencies, even though she presents herself like an angel. But Blair melts Chuck’s tough exterior and bring out the good guy in him

Haley x Nathan (One Tree Hill)- OK HEAR ME OUT: Nathan isn’t a typical bad boy but he has his tendencies and isn’t very focused on academics! He has Haley tutor her. I really believe they brought out the best in each other and even got through a teen pregnancy together

Emma x Spinner (Degrassi Next Gen)- love how they didn’t get together in high school but ended up together after that fated night :)

Claire x John (The Breakfast Club)- touched on this last night. Their relationship disgusts me a bit though in the movie because John treats her terribly (don’t get me started on the scene where John is under Claire’s table and puts his head between her legs). I like to be optimistic and believe that after the movie, John was better to her now that they were something. I love the end of the movie where Claire gives him her earring and he puts it in his own ear! Fun fact: the famous walkout scene where John is on the football field was filmed at my high school (along with some other scenes!)

Rapunzel x Flynn (Tangled)- another typical bad boy, good girl trope! I love when he takes her to see the lights!!

Sandy x Danny (Grease)- Jackie would eat this up for sure

Jane x Richie (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)- I love how Jane was like the leader of the Pink Ladies until a rumor and after she met Richie (leader of the T-Birds), she stood up for herself because he gave her courage

Belle x The Beast (Beauty and the Beast)- I just love them so much. It’s such a typical trope… the Beast has a soft spot for her after years of being a “hideous beast” and they start to love each other. This was my favorite princess movie as a kid

[shannendoherty-fans]

1993 - Shannen Doherty portrayed by Davis Factor for the April 23, 1993 issue of Entertainment Weekly, featuring her on the cover.

Celebrity Hell

SHANNEN DOHERTY FEELS THE BURN

90210's fallen angel wants to heal her singed reputation. We show her (and other bedeviled stars) how to climb the stairway to heaven

By Lisa Schwartzaum.

THE CAREER CHALLENGES facing Shannen Doherty are these: How can she convince a skeptical public that she is not the tantrum-throwing prima donna, impoverished spendthrift, and out- of-control Hollywood headache that a barrage of reports in the higher and lower echelons of journalistic enterprise have made her out to be? How can the young star of Beverly Hills, 90210 redeem Brenda Walsh, her TV character, from the purgatory into which she has descended, wan and bereft of her broody boyfriend, Dylan McKay, and mocked by former fans who once loved wholesome Brenda but who now, at the end of the show's third season, hate her for her moody, goody-goody, expensively dressed ways? How can the small, pale, 22-year-old Southern Baptist from Memphis, Tenn., get everybody off her case?

For starters, she can settle in with a plate of french fries and a pack of Marlboro Lights and a cup of cappuccino and start confessing. About her money troubles. About how she knows she truly ought to stop smoking, since cancer runs in her family and the habit is turning her teeth yellow and will eventually make her fine skin look old. She can roast the old anti-Shannen chestnuts: that she slugged a woman in a bar; that she pitches fits to such an extent that she appeared as a joke in last week's Doonesbury. She can accept some blame.

Which is what she did – just as 90210 began its three-month spring hiatus this month and shortly before she left for a week's Hawaiian vacation with her live-in boyfriend, photo-studio owner Dean Factor, 28 (of the Max Factor cosmetics family), and with friend and 90210 classmate Tori Spelling, 19, and her beau, would-be actor Nick Savalas, 19. (Also planned for the break: starting work on Blindfold, a feature starring Judd Nelson; and attending a Grateful Dead concert.)

In fact, Shannen Doherty – who first found fame a decade ago on TV's Little House on the Prairie and went on to torment Winona Ryder as a bitchy high school snob in the 1989 film Heathers – talked and talked and talked, as if her career depended on it. And now we talk back, with a tailor-made image-rehab plan for the woman who inspired The I Hate Brenda Newsletter: (Will Brenda go to the University of Minesota and be written out of the series next season? Get real.)

If you can't pay cash, you can't afford it. On the one hand, Doherty admits to running up major bills (some reports put her debt at over $36,000). On the other hand, Doherty says she's paying it off – and insists she's no pauper. "I'm really fed up with people printing how much I make, especially when they get it wrong," she says. "I do not make $12,000 a week. I make a lot more money than $12,000 a week. But I'm in the highest tax bracket, and I have, you know, attorneys to pay for. And, granted, I have gone on shopping binges. When you're young and all you know is how much money you make a week, you don't necessarily start thinking about, you know, everything that comes out of it." Splitting the rent on the Beverly Hills Cape Cod-style house she now shares with Factor will cut expenses, but there's still $13,000 in dispute on her former house, which the landlord claims is owed as back rent and which Doherty claims represents the security deposit and lease option owed to her. "I didn't get thrown out of my house," she says defiantly. "Otherwise I wouldn't still have the keys." The case is currently being litigated. Limiting herself to one Mercedes instead of two will also save a bit, although reports that several cars have been repossessed is just exhaust, she says. She authorized the repo of a 500 SL she had leased for an ex-boyfriend ("a car that I wasn't even driving, and for somebody that I wasn't even going out with"). "If I had all these problems with my leasing company, why am I able to drive around in a Mercedes that I leased through them right now?" Doherty challenges. "If I had all these financial problems, there's absolutely no way in hell a bank would finance an $80,000 car."

2. The Donna Reed routine is refreshing. Keep it up. "My boyfriend and I are both sort of through with doing the night-club scene and partying and drinking," says Doherty, who has often been photographed carousing (usually with Spelling and accompanying escorts) at L.A.'s trendy club, Roxbury. "Clubbing was a big part of me, but I think it's because I was a little lost. I was young and under a lot of pressure and unhappy in my personal relationship. I don't have that problem anymore." She now describes an idyllic life of cooking chicken dinners with Factor and playing with her three dogs. Staying home should help her bottom line, too: After she made headlines like BRAWLING STARLET BUSTED last December for tangling at Roxbury with lesser-known actress Bonita Money (charges were eventually dropped), she says she lost at least three product-endorsement deals.

3. Shock your public: Say you're sorry! "I will grant that in the first season, I was not the most diplomatic person. But I did not throw temper tantrums. I went days and days and days without having a fit! Weeks!" says Doherty, with a laugh. "You know, right now I feel very much in control. Besides," she adds, more wishful, perhaps, than sure, "there are a lot of people out there who are getting very, very sick of Brenda bashing. People come up to me and go, like, 'We thought you'd be a bitch, we just wanted to come up and see if you were or weren't. And you're not." (The 90210 cast, having offered supportive comments in the past, is now tired of being asked about her; Doherty's recently fired publicist gives a terse "no comment" on her former client.)

4. Lighten up. That goes for Shannen and Brenda. Doherty is deeply steamed about the jokey one-shot I Hate Brenda Newsletter, which rode a wave of anti-Brenda/Shannen sentiment and showered considerable media attention on its two young creators. "It's ridiculous," she says, non-temper flaring, "that two girls, wherever they are, are so incredibly jealous of one person who happens to be on TV and are so desperate for publicity that they would create lies." But she can see how one might think Brenda is a pill. "The [90210] writers and I have had this conversation," she says. "Let's make her not quite so pathetic, let's have her mellow out.' And that is happening. You'll see Brenda spiritually become a little bit of a stronger person." (Of late, Brenda is looking spiritually subdued: humble in washed-out lipstick tones and more modestly dressed.)

5. Do not do that Playboy pictorial. She's thinking about it, negotiating with the magazine over how much of her body she'd expose. "They offered me a very large sum of money – over $300,000 – which I think anybody would have a very hard time turning down," she explains. "Besides, it might make people say, hey, she's not Brenda Walsh, she is Shannen Doherty, and she can play a lot older than 17 and high school." We repeat: Don't do it. If you pose, you will share that undistinguished honor with Mimi Rogers. La Toya Jackson. Joan Collins. Vanna White. And you'll never, ever win back Dylan McKay.

[hybristohell]

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im a girl if you couldnt tell by my name , (i wish i could change it)

true crime favs: Andrew blaze , eric & dylan , daniel marsh , aileen wuornos , brenda spencer , adam lanza

I DO CONDONE !!

depressive , alienated freak so dont expect much from me , thx.

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