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aspenmissing · 1 year ago

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𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

An insistent knocking awakens Dean. He realizes that he is on the floor of the motel room; the motel manager, who had been knocking, opens the door.

"Hey. It's past your checkout" Dean gets up, very groggy and walks over to the manager.

"What?" He asks.

"It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here needs your room" Dean turns his head to see an embarrassed businessman with a hooker.

"Yeah, I'll bet they do. What time is it?"

"Twelve-thirty"

"The guy and woman who was with me, have you seen them?"

"Yeah, they left before dawn in your car, he was carrying her, said she drank a bit much. You should have gone with them, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra"

"Oh, son of a..." Dean mutters.

"It's just policy, sir"

"I need to use your computer" Dean says.

"Now, why would I let you use my computer?" Later, the Manager is counting a stack if cash, as Dean talks on the phone behind him, in front of a desktop computer.

"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you, but uh, my son and daughter snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert" There is a small pause "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, they're not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm just starting to worry" There is a small pause "Right. Yeah, kids will be kids. But see, Sammy is uh, uh, uh, a diabetic, and Y/N has uh, has asthma attacks and she didn't bring her inhaler, I just, I have to find them. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no, no, no, I'm on the website right now, I just need to activate the GPS in their cell phones" Dean enters a password; his GPS screen shows the name 'Dean J. Mahogoff', mobile phone number 785-555-2804 "Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help"

Jo is scrubbing the bar and saying goodnight to some customers.

"Good night, thank you" she says. Sam enters and clears his throat.

"Sorry, we're closing up" Jo says, her back turned to him.

"How about just one for the road?" Jo turns to face him, not looking welcoming.

"Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see"

"Well, I guess I'm full of surprised. So can I get a beer?"

"Sure. One beer" Jo brings a bottle of beer over and sets it down on the bar firmly, then turns away, bustling over cleaning up the bar “So how'd you find me?"

"Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?"

"Speaking of 'we', where's Dean and Y/N?" She asks.

"They couldn't make it"

"So, what're you doing here Sam? I mean we didn't exactly part on the best of terms. Well, me and Y/N, but not us"

"Right. Um, well, that's why I'm here" Sam takes off his jacket "I kinda -- I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?" As Sam takes off his jacket, Jo notices a circular burn mark with a short line through it on Sam's forearm.

"That looks like it hurts"

"No. Nah, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove"

"So, you were saying something about squaring things?"

"Yeah. Um ... Look, I know how you feel about my dad. And I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed -- consumed with hunting. And he didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me"

"What about Dean and Y/N?"

"Well according to Dean, Y/N was more like my mom, but Dean. Dean's more like my father than I am, but h-..." Sam sees Jo's off look and laughs a little "Boy. You're really carrying a torch for him, aren't you?" Jo scoffs, uncomfortably "I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad" Sam is smiling tightly "'Cause see, Dean, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a . . . a little sister, just how Y/N thinks of you, you know? But -- romance, that's just out of the question, he --" Sam laughs "he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know? And Y/N, she thinks you need to be babied and that you’re not strong enough to hunt" There is a small pause "I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I -- I'm telling you 'cause I care"

"That's real kind of you, Sam" Jo says sarcastically.

"I mean it" Sam places a hand over hers on the bar, suggestively, possessively "I care about you a lot"

"Sam, what's going on?" She asks. She tries to pull her hand away but he holds it and won't let go.

"I can be more to you, Jo"

"Maybe you should leave"

"Okay" Sam shoves her hand away and stands to leave; Jo turns to face the bar, leaning on it heavily. Suddenly Sam reappears, grabbing her from behind and manhandling her.

"Sam, get off me! Sam! Get off me! Let go!" She closes her right hand on a beer bottle, but before she can hit him with it, he grabs her wrist and slams it onto the bar, shattering the bottle.

"Jo, Jo, Jo" She shoves her around until she faces the bar and pins her there, left hand over her wrist, right hand stroking her hair.

"Sam, no! No! Please! Please!" She screams. He slams her forehead into the bar; she is knocked out, and he lifts her carefully to lie on the bar, stroking her hair in a disturbingly gentle manner.

"It didn't have to be this way. Maybe it did" He gives her an evil grin. He picks her back up and ties her to a wide wooden post. He goes outside to the Impala and opens the shotgun door. He chuckles as he hears a noise in the backseat and opens the door, seeing Y/N against the door on the other side. "Come on big sister. You said it yourself; you don't need to be scared of me" He grabs her ankles and pulls her towards him. He manhandles her back to the bar lays her down on the bar.

"Sammy" She says sluggishly "Please, stop" He goes over to a rack and finds a belt. He walks back over to Y/N and puts in in her mouth. He walks around the bar to find a First Aid and puts it next to her head, which is lulling side to side, her eyes slightly open and skin pale from blood loss. Sam takes out bandages, tweezers, needle and thread, gauze and scissors.

"Sorry big sister, but this is gonna hurt. A lot. But this bullet needs to come out before it closes up" Sam says, smirking. He uses the scissors to cut her shirt a little from the bottom, revealing her bloody wound. He pours some alcohol onto her wound and he arches her back and bits down on the belt. Sam pushes her back down forcefully. And without any warning he sticks the tweezers into her wound in search of the bullet. She thrashes in pain until Sam, having enough, knocks her out. He digs deep until he feels the bullet, pulling it out slowly and just throws it down on the floor. He grabs the needle and threat and saws her wound up before placing the gauze over and bandages. He strokes her cheek with an evil grin "There. Now that wasn't so hard"

A jukebox starts playing The Doors' "Crystal Ship". Nearby, Sam is tying a groggy Y/N to another wide wooden post just as Jo slowly wakes up and looks around.

"What the hell is going on? What are you doing? What the hell have you done to Y/N?" She asks, looking to Y/N.

"So, what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?"

"You're not Sam."

"Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question," Jo says nothing; Sam sighs heavily and goes around to the other side; he sits in front of her, leaning in, his expression shifting to one of open concern. He pulls out a large knife and strokes her face with it. "Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question."

"Fine."

"Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait," Sam laughs.

"That's just like John. Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?" He gets up and goes around to stand behind her.

"The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. The thing turned around...and killed him." Sam leans in from behind Jo.

"Hmm. Not quite."

"Sam... don’t," Y/N says sluggishly.

"What?" Jo asks.

"What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." Sam sits facing her again and leans in close.

"Know what?"

"You see, Bill...was all clawed up. Was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and... praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So, my dad...killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog."

"Leave her the hell alone!" Y/N shouts.

"You're lying. Right?" Jo says, sobbing and looks to Y/N.

"I'm not. It's true," Sam says in a quite singsong. "My daddy shot your daddy in the head..."

"How could you know that?" Sam stands up.

"I hear things." He stands and stabs the knife into the pillar, just above head level.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." Sam shoves a knotted rag in her mouth and ties it around her neck. "That's a girl." Sam walks over to Y/N and lifts her head up before wrapping another rag around her mouth and tying it around her neck. The door then bursts open and Dean enters, gun out.

"Sam! Y/N!" Sam grabs the knife from the pillar, his calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and places the knife at Jo's throat.

"I begged you to stop me, Dean. You too Y/N," Sam yells, sounding more like Sam again.

"Put the knife down, dammit."

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favour! Shoot me." Sam turns to face Dean, arms spread. "Shoot me!" Y/N shrugs the rag from around her mouth.

"Sammy. Please just, stop," she says. Dean stares, gun steady and looks at Jo and Y/N out of the corner of his eyes.

"No, Sammy, come on," Dean turns away, lowering the gun.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at Sam; the water hisses and steams as it strikes.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Sam raises his head; his eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at him; Sam growls, turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing. Dean takes the knife and cuts Y/N free then Jo and she pulls the gag out of her knife as Dean and Y/N runs towards the shattered window.

"He was possessed?!" Dean turns and stares at her for a moment, then leaps through the window followed by Y/N. "Dean! Y/N!"

Dean, Y/N, and Possessed-Sam stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, the three have handguns. During the following they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other.

"So, who are you?" Y/N asks.

"I got lots of names."

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"

"You shoulda seen your faces when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic."

"Why didn't you kill us? You had a dozen chances."

"Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that."

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother." Dean and Y/N are putting their guns away, pulling out the flask of holy water. "See, I think you two are gonna die, Dean, Y/N. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door." Possessed-Sam gets up, heading outside; Dean and Y/N follow. They are on an open-air dock. Once Dean and Y/N are out in the open, looking around at the water, Sam steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean is knocked into the water with a splash. Y/N jumps in after him; Sam stalks to the edge and peers over where Dean fell and Y/N jumped; not seeing Dean or Y/N in the water, he smiles.

Jo is walking quickly through the docks, a flashlight in one hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up.

"This is Dean. Leave a message." Jo goes to ring Y/N, but her voicemail also picks up.

"Sorry I'm not here. Please leave a message." Jo hangs up the phone with a sigh of frustration and continues searching. Moments later she calls Dean again, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. Y/N is next to him, also unconscious.

"Dean! Y/N!" They wake with a groan, coughing; they're completely wet. "Take it easy."

"Where's Sam?" Dean asks, shuddering and groaning in pain.

"I don't know, I've been looking for you two. Come on, get up." Y/N stands and helps Jo to help Dean stand up. He leans on them heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar. Later, Dean and Y/N have changed into warmer clothes. Dean is seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand, his left-hand holding Y/N's as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He's groaning loudly.

"Don't be a baby!" Jo says.

"God!"

"Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol. Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey.

"If you search around here, you'll find my bullet," Y/N says, grabbing the bottle from Dean and taking a sip.

"Your bullet?" Dean asks.

"Oh yeah, Sam or the thing possessing him shot me in the motel room. It was my own fault. I should have never wrestled him knowing he had a cocked gun." Dean forces her to stand; He lifts it up, revealing bloody bandages and a gauze.

"Did he take it out?" Jo asks.

"Yeah. Hurt like a bitch but eventually he knocked me out." Jo continues to treat Dean's wound and he flinches in pain.

"God, you're a butcher."

"You're welcome," Jo says sarcastically.

"All right, are we done?"

"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death." Dean takes another swig from the bottle as Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound. "So, how did you two know? That he was possessed?"

"Uh, we didn't, we just knew that it couldn't have been him."

"Hey, guys."

"Yeah?" They ask in unison.

"I know demons lie, but...do they ever tell the truth too?"

"Um, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." Dean takes another swig. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." Y/N looks to Jo with a sad expression. "So do you two have any idea where he's headed to next?"

"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota," Dean says.

"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go."

"Yeah." Dean stands up. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now."

"I can't say it plainer than this. You try to follow us and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is our fight. We're not getting your blood on our hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean and Y/N turn to leave.

"Wait." They turn back and she throws Dean out a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain." Y/N nods and smiles.

"Thanks. We'll call you later, okay?" Dean says and they leave.

"No, you won't," Jo says to herself after the twins leave. It's raining as Dean and Y/N drive down a dark stretch of road; Y/N dials a number on her cell. Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until Sam cuts the phone line running outside the house with a knife. Y/N looks at her phone and sighs.

"Dammit," she says.

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scoobydoodean · 11 months ago

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SCREAM 2.14 "Born Under A Bad Sign" thank you Victoria kjsdbfhjsbdf

DEAN Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my son snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert. What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, he's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry. Right. Yeah, boys will be boys. But see, Sammy is uh uh uh, a diabetic, and uh, if he doesn't get his insulin, I just, I have to find him. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no no no, I"m on the website right now, I just need to activate the GPS in his cell phone. (entering a password; his GPS screen shows the name DEAN J. MAHOGOFF, mobile phone number 785-555-2804) Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help.

One Dean moment for the smart!Dean compilation (or perhaps more adequately and accurately the sociable/charming!Dean one) that I rarely see mentioned is him getting the location for Sam in BUABS from the phone company (?) lady like idk if it was just me that was impressed he mad either look easy.

Ooh yeah tho wait what is BUABS what I'm thinking of is this bit in 4.01:

DEAN (into the phone) Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. (beat) Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. (beat) Social is 2-4-7-4. (beat) Thank you. DEAN hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table. BOBBY How'd you know he'd use that name? DEAN You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?

#2.14 #4.01 #my smart bby #what? i read: people edition #mail #deans out of the box thinking

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mastcomm · 5 years ago

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Jennifer Lopez at the Super Bowl? It��s the Role She Was Born to Play

Some time in 1998, riding high on critical acclaim for her performance alongside George Clooney in Steven Soderbergh’s sultry crime thriller “Out of Sight,” the rising actress Jennifer Lopez approached her manager with an unconventional idea: She wanted to make an album.

Lopez recalled his response was not encouraging in a recent “CBS Sunday Morning” interview: “Well, you know, you won’t be taken seriously as an actress now if you make a record, so how about we just stick to the acting right now?” That was not an option. The experience of playing the Tejano singer Selena Quintanilla-Pérez in a 1997 biopic had reignited a fire. “Once I did the movie ‘Selena,’ I was like, No, I’m doing it,” she said with a flash in her eyes.

On Sunday, Lopez will headline the Super Bowl halftime show with Shakira, joining the recent ranks of Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Madonna and Katy Perry. Her status as a triple-threat pop cultural polyglot by now feels so inevitable that it can be easy to forget what she risked in 1999 when she released her debut album, “On the 6.” A Los Angeles Times profile from that May — headline: “It’s Not ‘La Vida Loca’ to Her” — wondered why she would “put her red-hot film career on hold for more than a year to make an album.” (It’s hard to think of a contemporary equivalent to this surprise: Perhaps if Timothée Chalamet announced a break to focus on his rap career?) Even in the waning boom days of the recording industry, J. Lo’s music career was far from a guaranteed triumph.

But the gambit worked, of course. Her debut single, “If You Had My Love,” held No. 1 on the Billboard chart for five weeks that summer; “On the 6” went multiplatinum and was nominated for two Grammys. Her 2001 follow-up, “J.Lo,” fared even better, and its debut atop the album chart made her the first person in history to score a No. 1 album and a No. 1 movie (“The Wedding Planner”) simultaneously.

In some sense, though, that manager’s prophecy came true. “The Wedding Planner” was not exactly “Out of Sight”: The daffy, predictable rom-com that asked its audience to believe that Jennifer Lopez was Italian currently holds a 16 percent rating on Rotten Tomatoes. “Gigli” would soon follow — and that’s all that needs to be said about that. In pursuing a pop career, and thus a less solemn and obedient identity as a Serious Actress, Lopez telegraphed early on that she was a bit too restless to play by Hollywood’s rules. Pop music offered Lopez more flexibility anyway: Leading roles weren’t exactly flowing to Latinas, and meaningful conversations about diversity in the movie industry were more than a decade away.

Now, over 20 years after her first pivot to music, a jilted Hollywood seems once again to be thumbing its nose at Lopez. Though she was widely expected to receive her first Oscar nomination for her complex, defiantly unsentimental performance as stripper-turned-grifter Ramona Vega in the hit movie “Hustlers,” the Academy left her in the cold. (“First of all, ‘Hustlers’ is not an Oscar movie,” one 91-year-old Academy voter recently told Page Six.) The supporting actress nominees are all white.

It does not feel entirely coincidental that this rebuke happened on the heels of yet another year when Lopez worked overtime to remind the world that — far from a side-hustle or a part-time vanity project — she is still very much an active musician. In April she released a new single, “Medicine,” which features the rapper French Montana and has a surreal, Busby-Berkley-meets-haute-couture music video. Then, following a successful Las Vegas residency that ended in 2018, last summer Lopez embarked on the 38-date (and $54.7 million-grossing) It’s My Party arena tour; her performances were an entertaining and impressively athletic blend of showgirl glitz and South Bronx grit.

The tour was also evidence that Lopez is particularly well-suited for the Super Bowl halftime show — an event that calls for a glitter-encrusted ringmaster’s charisma, a catalog of hits that anyone can sing along to, and a kind of professionalized sass and sex appeal that does not quite veer into the territory of an F.C.C. violation (as Janet Jackson and M.I.A. can attest). It should be an especially fitting display of her talents: The quintessential Jennifer Lopez experience is an audiovisual one, allowing her to glide fluidly between music, movement and the theatrical star-power that can keep an audience riveted. And given both Justin Timberlake’s somnolent 2018 performance and Maroon 5 and Travis Scott’s haphazard, cringe-inducing celebration of Adam Levine’s chest tattoos, the past few halftime shows have offered plenty of room for improvement.

Lopez’s musical career has not been without its misfires, but she has remained tenaciously committed to it as a necessary creative outlet. Its duration alone, in the fickle and ageist world of pop, is staggering: The 50-year-old Lopez has stuck around long enough to ride the wave of two different “Latin booms,” from “Bailamos” to Bad Bunny. She’s moved relatively nimbly with the changing tides, from the airy confections of the “TRL” era to the harder crystalline beats that accompanied the EDM-crazed 2010s. One of the most successful singles of Lopez’s career, the driving, sing-song-y Pitbull collaboration “On the Floor” came in 2011, a full 12 years after her debut album.

But from “On the 6” to her recent Oscar snub, Lopez seems to have found, in her pop career, a sense of freedom and validation that has eluded her in Hollywood, where she continues to vibrate at a slightly different frequency. She founded her own production company and in 2016 starred in one of its creations, the network cop show “Shades of Blue,” while others were leaning toward prestige TV. The figure of the Serious Actress is still cut from a stiff, restrictive cloth. But if you know one thing about J. Lo, it’s that she has an innate desire to move.

At least in the pop-cultural consciousness, Lopez was first known as a dancer. There she is grooving in the video for Janet Jackson’s 1993 hit “That’s the Way Love Goes,” and backing New Kids on the Block in an American Music Awards performance that screams 1991. (Even before then, she’d cut her teeth in musical theater, appearing in regional productions of “Oklahoma!” and “Jesus Christ Superstar.”) In 1992, she bested 2,000 other hopefuls when she snagged a coveted spot as a Fly Girl on the sketch comedy show “In Living Color.” But Lopez didn’t want to be hemmed too tightly into that role either: She turned down an offer to be a backing dancer on Jackson’s tour because she wanted to act.

By the time she’d established herself onscreen — “Selena” was her breakthrough — and finally got around to giving pop stardom a go, Jenny had been around the proverbial block. On the Billboard charts and MTV, Lopez suddenly found herself competing with upstarts nearly half her age. Remember that 1999 marked not just the year of “On the 6,” but also the arrival of “Baby One More Time” and “Genie in a Bottle” — by 17-year-old Britney Spears and 18-year-old Christina Aguilera. Lopez turned 30 that July.

Especially for women, pop is often considered the domain of the almost criminally young. But in her most iconic music videos, Lopez’s age actually gave her something of an edge. Compared to the nymphets sharing her “TRL” airtime, Lopez projected a grown woman who was in full control of her image, at ease with her sexuality and confident in her incessantly Googled body.

On an episode of the podcast Still Processing, the New York Times writer Jenna Wortham suggested that Lopez’s music videos created a space in which she could express more of herself than she could in almost any of her movie roles — whether it was the bumbling and questionably Italian rom-com heroine, the cat-fighting rival (“Monster in Law”) or the tragic victim (“Enough”). “You see this woman who knows exactly where she is, in space and time,” Wortham said. “She’s not tripping over things, she doesn’t have to fight with anybody, she’s paying her own bills, her life is not in danger. She is exactly where she’s supposed to be, and she looks like she’s loving every minute of it.”

Perhaps because of her varied resume, Lopez isn’t always thought of as a pop superstar. But when she’s good, she is better than she gets credit for. The pulsating “Waiting for Tonight” remains a Y2K dance floor classic; her brassy 2004 single “Get Right” is an eternal fan favorite; even “Dinero,” her playfully raucous 2018 collaboration with Cardi B and DJ Khaled proves she can ham it up with a new generation of kindred spirits. She has admitted recently that she accepted the gig as a judge on “American Idol” in part to garner a little more respect in the music world. “I don’t think I had been taken seriously up until then for what I knew about music,” Lopez told Variety. (She was a judge on the show from 2010 to 2016.)

Plenty of Hollywood types told her that job might jeopardize her film career, too — but Lopez had heard that one before. “I was like, ‘The truth is, I’m not getting offered a whole bunch of movies,’” she said, “so what are they not going to offer me?”

The major cultural events of the next two weeks will once again draw attention to the duality of Lopez’s stardom. That will probably be to her advantage. The Oscars are poised to be especially bland this year, with their lack of diversity, predictable narratives and old-fashioned reverence for movies about white male rage. It would have been an honor to have been invited, sure, but that’s not J. Lo’s kind of party anyway. Maybe the greatest gift the Oscar ceremony can offer her is the opportunity to upstage it the weekend before.

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tune-collective · 8 years ago

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Making the Next Big Boy Band: What If the Kids of *NSYNC, One Direction & More Formed a Group?

The Backstreet Boys have added another baby into the BSB family, as AJ McLean welcomed his second daughter, Lyric Dean McLean, on Sunday. Of course, with most former — well, in BSB’s case, current — boy band members being prime dad age nowadays, McLean is not the only one with children.

Even though McLean’s children are both girls, the most recent addition to the Children of Boy Banders Club got us thinking: What if the offspring of some of pop music’s greats formed their own boy band in the future?

Frankly, the BSB guys could create a supergroup from their own kin, as each has at least one child now, with Nick Carter welcoming a son in April 2016. But since the closest we got to a boy-band supergroup was NKOTBSB (and that off-the-wall sci-fi Western film Dead 7), we felt it was only right to include kids from members of other greats like *NSYNC, One Direction, New Kids on the Block and 98 Degrees too.

While we haven’t quite thought up a catchy name for the supergroup — maybe just Boy Bander Kids will do, perhaps with a z instead of an s? — we present our imaginary boy band of the future:

Odin Carter

Even though McLean’s daughters can’t be part of a boy band, recruiting Nick Carter’s little guy fits the bill. C’mon, he’s already got the posing thing down…

Yeah, I miss this little booger. #family #babies

A post shared by Nick Carter (@nickcarter) on Mar 8, 2017 at 3:28pm PST

Silas Timberlake

We really don’t know much about Justin Timberlake’s little guy or even what he looks like at almost 2 years old, but having a triple threat (not to mention arguably the most famous boy band member of all time) as his dad and actress Jessica Biel as his mom, Silas has show business in his blood.

FLEXIN’ on Fathers Day… #HappyFathersDay to ALL of the Dads out there from the newest member of the Daddy Fraternity!! –JT

A post shared by Justin Timberlake (@justintimberlake) on Jun 21, 2015 at 9:11am PDT

Freddie Tomlinson

From the pictures One Direction’s Louis Tomlinson has posted of now-1-year-old Freddie, it seems he may be hoping his son will grow up to be a soccer player. Considering Tomlinson’s band was responsible for the comeback of boy bands, though, we beg to differ on what Freddie should do when he grows up.

⚽️

A post shared by Louis Tomlinson (@louist91) on Apr 7, 2016 at 12:57pm PDT

Phoenix Lachey

As 98 Degrees’ biggest heartthrob, we can imagine Nick Lachey’s knack for singing, dancing and simply making the girls swoon would rub off on his boys. While his 4-year-old boy, Camden, is plenty adorable, Phoenix was just born two months ago, making him a perfect candidate, age-wise (gotta get ’em young).

2 months and counting…… #phoenixrobertlachey

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Rhys McIntyre

As a child of a New Kids on the Block member (Joey McIntyre), Rhys is inevitably on the older end of our imaginary boy band. But at 7 years old, he’s big enough to prepare to follow in his dad’s superstar footsteps — and by gosh, it looks like he already has:

My butter cream cakes! Rhysie boy! I find myself often saying… “wow, that’s my son.” G and K kinda look like me more I think but this guy… built different, looks different, acts different… but that makes it more fun to discover the similarities. One I guess being the stage- he reminds me of my mom AND my dad at once when he’s up there. He gets such a kick out of it as they did/ do (my dad just made his yearly cameo at 85! in my sisters #ACarolChristmas at #TheFootlight). This #Californiakid’s footlights are in #thewizardofoz. And boy does he light it up. Love ya buddy oxoxox #thewholewideworld

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Honorable mentions: We were going to include a son of one of the Hanson guys, until we realized that they could just start a brand-new family boy band on their own. Between Zac’s two sons, Taylor’s three sons and Isaac’s two, they’re already over capacity.

This article originally appeared on: Billboard

http://tunecollective.com/2017/03/22/making-next-big-boy-band-kids-nsync-one-direction-formed-group/

#amp #Band #big #boy #direction #formed #group #kids #making #NSYNC

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Jennifer Lopez at the Super Bowl? It’s the Role She Was Born to Play

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