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shannendoherty-fans · 3 months ago

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Another month without her :( This was what Time published when she passed away, just found it recently but it's beautiful so I wanted to share it:

Remembering Shannen Doherty, the Quintessential Gen X Girl

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By Judy Berman — July 14, 2024 9:35 AM EDT

Shannen Doherty epitomized the experience of growing up female in the ’90s. Like her iconic Beverly Hills, 90210 character, Brenda Walsh, she contained a volatile mix of Gen X angst, teen fragility and feminist grit. She thrived as a porcelain-skinned, dark-haired drama queen in a world of tan, blonde valley girls, and owned her identity as an angry young woman before Courtney Love and Elizabeth Wurtzel made it a trend. She wasn’t for everyone, but that was part of her appeal.

Celebrity was not always kind to Doherty, who died on July 13at age 53 after a nine-year struggle with breast cancer. Though she’d been acting professionally for a decade when Fox’s 90210 debuted in 1990, the actor rocketed to full-on fame as the pioneering teen soap about social politics at West Beverly High slowly rose in the ratings. Tabloids sank their fangs into the young, photogenic cast, slotting Doherty—who was still 19 when the show premiered—into the role of villain. Called out for her partying, her tumultuous romantic relationships and her reportedly imperious behavior on set, she was let go from the long-running drama after four seasons.

“I was 21 years old, trying to grow up and figure out who I was,” Doherty explained to TIME in 1998. “I didn’t consciously think, ‘Maybe I should be real low-key and stay in my house.’ Instead I was like, ‘I’m 21 and I can go out and have a great time and experience the whole college life.’” In retrospect, the typically self-aware actor concluded that she had made herself an “easy target.” With the hindsight of a few additional decades, it also seems clear that the media had been excessively hard on a young woman coming of age in front of paparazzi flashbulbs.

Despite producer Aaron Spelling and creator Darren Star’s attempts to replace Brenda with other brunette troublemakers, the show was never the same without Doherty. 90210’s teenage characters had begun their lives as antiquated teen-movie stereotypes: Brenda’s twin brother, Brandon, was the all-American golden boy; Kelly, the pretty queen bee; Steve, the fratty bro; Donna, the sweetheart; David, the annoying little brother. Luke Perry’s motorcycle-riding bad boy was James Dean with a trust fund. Doherty was the first to make her character—conceived as a self-conscious Midwestern transplant—into something more authentic and contemporary.

Infused with Doherty’s preternatural fire, Brenda became a moody brat, yes, but also an earnest romantic who channeled her overabundance of feelings into a love affair with theater. Her self-righteous smirk, withering glare and wide, mischievous grin captured the emotional extremes of adolescence to an extent that words could never quite express. In the early ’90s, after a decade that saw a massive right-wing backlash to the gains of second-wave feminism, America was waking up to the rage of a new generation of women. Not long after 90210 emerged, female-dominated punk bands like L7, Bikini Kill and Hole stormed the rock mainstream—and Doherty’s performance began to look not just inspired, but also prescient.

Those girl-power undertones didn’t stop Brenda from battling Kelly (Jennie Garth, also rumored to be Doherty’s biggest behind-the-scenes rival) for Dylan in one of the show’s most memorable storylines. When she lost her virginity with him at the end of Season 1, local affiliates blasted the producers over the consequence-free depiction of teen sex. Looking back on the characters’ relationship in a 2008 interview with the New York Times, Doherty recalled “how messed up, sometimes, it could be, but ultimately there was love between them, and then eventually they grew apart.” For her, their romance was a funny, ultimately humane tale of a girl trying too hard to become the person she thinks her boyfriend wants her to be. “It’s kind of a good lesson,” she noted, “just be yourself and be comfortable in your own skin.” Four decades in Hollywood seemed to have led the actor, who was open about her mistakes, to a similar conclusion.

Born in Memphis, Tenn. on April 12, 1971, Doherty lived below the Mason-Dixon line for long enough to absorb Southern Baptist values fostered by her mother Rosa’s side of the family. When she was six, her parents moved Shannen and her older brother, Sean, to Los Angeles, where her father, Tom, had bought a trucking company. Though their fortunes fluctuated throughout her childhood, she soon discovered her talent for acting in a church production of Snow White. In 1982, the same year she voiced Teresa Brisby in the animated classic The Secret of NIMH, she nabbed the role of Jenny Wilder in Little House on the Prairie. “That show changed my life,” Doherty told People in a 1992 cover story, recalling the advice its executive producer and star Michael Landon gave her: “Always stick up for yourself. Never let anybody walk all over you.”

By the mid-’80s, Doherty had aged into the decade’s booming teen culture, racking up Young Artist Award nominations for roles in long-forgotten shows like Our House, as well as starring in the silly flick Girls Just Want to Have Fun alongside Sarah Jessica Parker and Helen Hunt. Viewers got their first glimpse of her mean-girl swagger in 1989’s Heathers, the cult black comedy that cast her as one of three identically named preppies who rule their high school with manicured fists. A wickedly funny funeral scene finds Doherty’s Heather Duke, decked out in a big hat and opera gloves, grinning beatifically as she thanks Jesus for the death of her friend.

For better or worse, it was 90210 that defined her public life after 1990, spawning anti-fanzines and punk singles that proclaimed their hatred of Brenda and earning Doherty a “difficult” reputation that she never lived down. But she did have fun with her image in the indie movies she made after leaving the show; Doherty is incandescent as an aggrieved girlfriend in Kevin Smith’s Mallrats and hilarious in a brief role as a day-glo ditz in Gregg Araki’s Nowhere.

Controversy followed her to the WB’s Charmed, a breezy supernatural drama also produced by Spelling, where for three seasons beginning in 1998 she turned in feisty performances as the eldest of three unfeasibly attractive witch sisters. Amid reports of clashes with co-star Alyssa Milano, Doherty’s character was killed off and Rose McGowan signed on to replace her.

Doherty was in and out of the spotlight after that, appearing in the short-lived 2004 Fox soap North Shore and, two years later, hosting an Oxygen reality show called Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty, in which she helped wannabe singles dump their significant others. Despite her abrupt exit from Beverly Hills, the franchise came calling again in 2008, with the CW reboot 90210. And she agreed to reprise the role of Brenda—now a famous stage actor—in a guest arc. “I didn’t want it to be like she was still stuck in high school with the same attitude,” Doherty told the Times in 2008, explaining that she had vetted the producers’ new vision for Brenda to ensure that the character had evolved. “Although I don’t think Brenda was mean, she reacted to the things that were happening around her, and she reacted as a teenager does.”

Following brief marriages to Ashley Hamilton (the son of George Hamilton) in 1993 and Rick Salomon (the poker pro best known for co-starring in Paris Hilton’s sex tape) in 2002, Doherty settled down with photographer Kurt Iswarienko in 2011; WE tv reality show Shannen Says chronicled their wedding preparations. Yet tragedy struck in 2015, when Doherty was diagnosed with breast cancer. After a brief remission, she revealed on Good Morning America in February 2020 that her cancer was back and she’d been living with a stage 4 diagnosis for a year. “I don’t think that I’ve processed it yet. It’s a bitter pill to swallow,” she said in the tearful interview. “There are definitely days where I say, ‘Why me?’ And then I go, ‘Well, why not me? Who else?’” Still going strong that fall, Doherty reflected on her life with unprecedented vulnerability in a widely read Elle profile. After an honest internal reckoning, she explained, “what I came out with was, I have good karma. It may not seem like it, but I’ve been a really good human being.”

Doherty got a final opportunity to revisit Brenda Walsh—and prove she could laugh at herself—in 2019’s deeply self-aware BH90210, a silly but mostly fun meta-revival on Fox that had the original cast playing exaggerated versions of themselves. In storylines caricatured from real life, Shannen was the free-spirited, post-fame holdout, and the one whose paycheck was the envy of her castmates. On Entertainment Tonight, Doherty explained that she’d decided to participate as a tribute to Luke Perry, who had died following a stroke that March. “Replaying Brenda was something I said I wouldn't do twice and I've replayed her now twice, so I guess I could never say I'm never going to do something again because I end up doing it,” she said. “As [Perry’s] on-set family, I felt like it was an important time for all of us to come together to honor him.”

That both actors would die young feels tragic enough to come from the melodramatic mind of the character from whom Doherty’s identity proved so inextricable. It’s a small consolation that we’ll remember them at their most romantic, as two teenage rebels with the world at their feet.

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vexic929 · 10 months ago

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T, U, V?

oh this is gonna be a long one lol I'm gonna stick with DC for now since that's what I post about the most, answers under the cut

T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

male/male:

Hartley x Eddie Hartley x EoWells Hartley x Harry Hartley x Barry Hartley x Cisco Hartley x David Hartley x Roderick Hartley x Bernard Barry x Cisco Barry x Eddie Barry x Eobard Barry x Harry Barry x Winn Barry x Clark Barry x Ollie Cisco x Harry Cisco x Winn Joe x Henry Winn x James Winn x Querl Bruce x Clark Gar x Jason Gar x Conner Hank x Jason Hank x Dick Roy x Jason Roy x Dick Roy x Garth Dick x Joey Dick x Slade Dick x Wally Tim x Bernard Tim x Conner Tim x Bart Bart x Conner Bizarro x Jason Bruce x Harvey Nygma x Crane Constantine x King Shark (I know it's stupid and from a throwaway line but it captivated me okay? lol)

female/female:

Iris x Caitlin Iris x Linda Kara x Lena Kara x Nia Kara x Iris Kara x Babs Dinah x Babs Alex x Maggie Alex x Kelly Alex x Caitlin Alex x Iris Alex x Nia Donna x Kori Donna x Dawn Harley x Ivy Talia x Selina Cissie x Cassie Stephanie x Cassandra

U: What are your favorite male/female ships?

Barry x Iris Barry x Patty Caitlin x Ronnie Cisco x Lisa Cisco x Patty Harrison x Tess Eddie x Iris Henry x Nora Wally x Linda Wally x Jinx Kara x Mon El Kara x Winn Kara x James Nia x Querl Lois x Clark Dick x Kori Dick x Dawn Dick x Babs Dick x Jinx Donna x Garth Dawn x Hank Gar x Rachel Gar x Terra Jason x Rose Conner x Komand'r Klarion x Rachel Klarion x Jinx Bruce x Selina Bruce x Talia Constantine x Zatanna

V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

Hartley x Barry x Cisco Hartley x Harry x Cisco Hartley x EoWells x Cisco Hartley x Eobard x Barry Hartley x Barry x Eddie Barry x Iris x Cisco Barry x Iris x Eddie Barry x Iris x Kara Barry x Iris x Clark Barry x Harry x Cisco Barry x Eobard x Cisco Barry x E2-Barry x Cisco Barry x E2-Barry x E2-Iris Barry x Cisco x Eddie Caitlin x Iris x Linda Kara x Nia x Querl Kara x Winn x James Kara x Lena x Nia Kara x Mon El x Winn Gar x Jason x Rose Gar x Jason x Conner Dick x Hank x Garth Dick x Hank x Dawn Dick x Hank x Babs Dick x Kori x Dawn Dick x Kori x Donna Dick x Kori x Babs Dick x Kori x Roy Dick x Dawn x Babs Dick x Garth x Roy Dawn x Donna x Babs Jason x Rose x Roy Tim x Bernard x Conner Tim x Bernard x Bart Tim x Conner x Bart Clark x Lois x Diana Clark x Bruce x Diana Bruce x Selina x Talia

#this is definitely not all of them I'm sure I've forgotten plenty lol #but these are the ones that came to mind #autisticharrywells #vexic answers #vexic lives #ask game #my ships #ships

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petrichoravellichor · 5 years ago

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Subway Stop Smiles

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Ship: Garth/Kelly, Garth & Jack (platonic)

Rating: G

Tags: Alternate Universe, Dentist Garth, Toddler Jack, Fluff, Singing in the Subway, Disney Songs, Brief Mentions of Oral Hygiene, Meet-Cute, Kid Fic, Pre-Relationship, Implied Future Garth/Kelly

Summary: While playing guitar at a subway stop, Garth meets a lost little boy, Jack, who is looking for his mother. Turns out Jack's mother, Kelly, is everything Garth has been looking for as well...

Word Count: 1,616

Written for @spnfluffbingo (square filled: Child AU) and @spnrareshipbingo (square filled: Kelly).

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On his days off, Garth liked going to the subway station near his apartment and playing guitar for tips.

It wasn’t that he was strapped for cash; in fact, things at the dental practice were going great, so much so that he’d recently hired a third assistant and a fourth receptionist. Still, talking to patients about strategies for improving oral hygiene and scraping the plaque off their teeth did little to feed Garth’s hunger for creative endeavors, so that’s where his stints in subway came in.

(Plus, he used the extra money he earned to buy some wicked cool prizes for his young [and young-at-heart] patients: going to the dentist, he reasoned, was a lot more fun if you got to leave with a bombass yo-yo that flashed bright colors when you spun it or your very own copy of Where the Wild Things Are.)

Today had been a good day. Garth had arrived at the station a little before nine in the morning; it was now just after twelve, and he’d already managed to net around fifty dollars, enough to buy at least a couple new bits of swag from the novelty toy store a few stops away. He’d just bent down to put his guitar back in its case when he heard a wail and looked up to see a train pulling out of the station and a young boy sitting alone on the platform.

The boy was small, maybe four or five, and he was crying and clutching a stuffed dog. The few people that still milled about the station were either ignoring him outright or casting him furtive glances that clearly said they’d rather someone else deal with the situation.

Garth frowned. People, man, he thought, shaking his head. Acting like a crying kid’s the end of the world. He snapped his guitar case closed, then headed over to see if he could help.

“Hey, bud,” he said, smiling. He squatted at the boy's side. “You OK?”

The little boy sniffled and looked at Garth with large, watery eyes. “I want my Mommy," he said in a small voice.

Garth looked around at the mostly deserted station, but now that he’d approached the boy, no one else was paying them any mind. Whoever the boy’s mommy was, she didn’t seem to be around.

Little man must be lost, Garth realized with a pang. Let’s get him found. He turned back to the little boy, sympathetic. “Aw, I’m sorry you can’t find your mommy,” he said, then added, “It’s OK, though: I’m actually a Professional Mommy Finder!” Garth held out a hand. “My name’s Garth. What’s your name?”

The little boy regarded him warily, his only response to wipe his eyes and hug his stuffed dog closer.

Right, stranger danger. Garth chewed his tongue thoughtfully for a moment, then gave the boy another smile. Time to go stealth. “Wait!” he said, raising a finger, “Don’t tell me, let’s see if I can guess it!”

He sat back on his heels, assuming an expression of deep concentration and scratching his chin; a few seconds later, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the boy, excited. “Asmodeus! Your name is Asmodeus, isn’t it?”

The little boy scrunched his face, confused. “No.”

“Oh snap!” said Garth, smacking his forehead. “Did I say Asmodeus? I meant Balthazar.”

That earned a smile. “No.”

“Darn. OK, how about...Crowley! I bet it’s Crowley.”

The little boy giggled and shook his head. “No-o!”

“Well, why not?” demanded Garth, grinning. “Crowley’s a great name! In fact,” he said, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially, “I bet it’s even better than your name!”

The little boy looked indignant. “Is not!”

“Why? What’s your name?”

“Jack!”

Garth chuckled. Bingo. “Jack,” he repeated, nodding. “You’re right, that’s a much better name! OK, Jack, let’s go sit over here,” he pointed to a nearby bench, “and we can talk some more. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. He followed Garth over to the bench, setting his stuffed dog down on the seat before climbing up to sit with his legs dangling off the edge.

Garth sat next to him with his guitar case on his lap, folding his arms across the top and leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “So, Jack, where did you last see your mommy?”

“On da twain," said Jack, who was busy situating his stuffed dog in his lap.

“On the...” Garth glanced over at the empty track. “The one that just left?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you with her, bud?”

Jack held up his stuffed dog. “I dwopped Wolfie,” he said.

Garth nodded, reaching out to shake one of the dog’s stuffed paws. “Hi, Wolfie, nice to meet you. You too, Garth!” he added in falsetto, causing Jack to giggle again. “OK, so you dropped Wolfie. Where'd you drop him?”

Jack pointed at a spot on the ground a few feet away. “I comed back to get him," he said.

“You got off the train to get Wolfie?”

“Yeah.”

“Without your mommy?”

“She put da gwocewies on da seat,” explained Jack.

“Oh, she was putting the groceries on the seat?”

“Yeah.”

Now we're getting somewhere, he thought. “Okay, so she was busy, and she didn’t see you get off. Then, after you got off, the train left.”

Jack’s lip twitched; he looked like he might start crying again. “Yeah...”

“Hey, hey, it’s OK,” Garth said quickly, in the reassuring tone he usually reserved for anxious patients. “I’ll bet your mommy’s on the next train back. We’ll wait right here for her, ’kay?”

Jack nodded, and Garth smiled. “Cool beans. In the meantime,” he said, setting his guitar case down on the ground and snapping it open, “you wanna hear a song?”

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They sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, “Down By the Bay”, and “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”, and they were halfway through “Hakuna Matata” when a train pulled into the station.

“'It means no worries for the rest of your day-ay-ays!'” sang Garth, strumming out the rhythm. “'It’s our problem free philosophy—'”

“Jack!”

Garth looked up, and his jaw dropped. Hakuna ma-wowza...

The voice had come from a pretty brunette woman wearing a green sundress and a straw-brimmed hat. She had a grocery bag over each shoulder and was rushing toward them. “Jack!”

Jack’s face lit up, and he scrambled down off the bench, Wolfie falling once again to the ground. “Mommy!”

Mamma mia, thought Garth dimly. Jack, bud, no offense, but how do you walk away from her?

The woman knelt and swept Jack into an embrace. “Thank God!” she said, pressing a fierce kiss to the side of Jack’s head before pulling back, hands resting on Jack’s shoulders. “Jack, baby, you can’t do that. You have to stay with me when we’re on the subway, OK?”

Jack nodded, looking contrite. “I sowwy, Mommy.”

“I know, just—” she let out a shuddering breath and pulled him in for another hug; as she rested her head on Jack’s shoulder, her light green gaze flickered over to Garth for the first time.

Aaand it’s go time. Garth cleared his throat and tried to rein in his thoughts, which were currently galloping around his head like wild, heart-eyed horses. He raised a hand to his mouth for a quick breath check, then disguised the motion by smoothing his hair. Yippee-ki-yay, mamacita.

“Hi!” he said, standing...only to nearly trip over his guitar case. He steadied himself at the last moment, managing a cheerful "Meant to do that!", then picked Wolfie up off the ground and headed over to Jack and Jack’s apparently super-hot mom. “Careful, bud," he said, holding out Wolfie with a smile, "you dropped someone.”

Jack beamed and reached up to take the dog. “Gawf singed songs wif me!” he said, hugging Wolfie to his chest and turning to look at his mom.

The woman studied Garth for a moment, then gave him a slow smile. “Gawf, I presume?”

Garth chuckled. “Guilty as charged,” he said, then held out a hand. “I also answer to ‘Garth’, though.”

“Garth,” the woman repeated, smile widening. She reached out and clasped his hand in hers. “Thank you for taking care of Jack. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Just let me look at that smile for a second longer, thought Garth, and we’re even. Then he remembered he was supposed to answer out loud. “Oh, uh, don’t worry about it,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as bashful to Jack’s mom as he did to himself, unless maybe she likes bashful? “All in a day’s work, Ms....?”

“Kline,” the woman said; then, with a twinkle in her eye, added, “I also answer to ‘Kelly’, though.”

Duuude...

“Mommy,” interjected Jack, pulling at Kelly’s dress, “can Gawf eat wunch wif us? Pwease?”

Garth felt a surge of affection for the little guy; still, he didn’t want to press his luck—truth be told, it didn’t usually last this long—but before he could respond, Kelly beat him to the punch.

“Only if he wants to,” she said, and her smile...Garth was a dentist, he knew smiles. Hers was different: in less than five minutes of acquaintance, it’d become his favorite. “We were going to eat at Benny’s a few stops away,” Kelly continued, nodding over her shoulder at the incoming train, “if you like Cajun food and want to join us.”

Garth had no idea if he liked Cajun food, but he definitely wanted to join them, and maybe have a chance to see if Kelly’s laugh was as gorgeous as her smile. He had a feeling it probably was.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Count me in.”

#garth fitzgerald iv #jack kline #kelly kline #spnrareshipbingo #spnfluffbingo #garth x kelly #kelly x garth #spn rare pairs #supernatural #spn #fanfiction #toddler jack #so who wants some fluff???#i got your fluff right here #my writing

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mrcloudjumper · 2 years ago

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Supernatural Masterlist

Male and Neutral only.

Romantic or Platonic;

Dean Winchester

Nothing yet

Sam Winchester

Nothing yet

Eileen Leahy

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Castiel

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Garth Fitzgerald

Nothing yet

Andy Gallagher

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Kevin Tran

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Patience Turner

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Kaia Nieves

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Claire Novak

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Alex Jones

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Platonic Only;

Donatello

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Mary Winchester

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Donna Hanscum

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Jody Mills

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Ellen Harvelle

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Kelly Kline

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Mrs Tran

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Bess Fitzgerald

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Pamela Barnes

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Miss Butters

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Rowena McCleod

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Amara

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Charlie Bradbury

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Meg

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Rufus Turner

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Arthur Ketch

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Mick Davies

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Bobby Singer

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Crowley

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Gabriel

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Jo Harvelle

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Ash Harvelle

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Adam Milligan

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Jack Kline

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emmanelson · 4 years ago

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actual scene vs behind the scenes filming

#bh90210edit #beverly hills 90210 #jennie garth #luke perry #dylan mckay #kelly taylor #dylan x kelly #lperryedit #mine #*

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saxieandbraley · 4 years ago

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ems23 · 4 years ago

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#dylan mckay #kelly taylor #luke perry #jennie garth #beverly hills 90210 #kellyxdylan #kelly x dylan

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winchester90210 · 5 years ago

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x13: Slumber Party

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: Junk food is had, secrets are exposed, and flings are revealed...

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, one minor make out scene.

Word count: 2,900

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

The flashback is in italics.

Feedback is incredibly appreciated! :)

A/N: This is one of my favorite episodes! Hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry about the scheduling issue, next week should go as planned. Feedback on this chapter would be wonderful! :)

"Are you sure this thing isn't a slumber party?" Kelly criticizes. You open your locker as your friends begin to bicker on both sides of you. Something akin to petty surround sound.

"I told you! It's a night of female bonding-- a chance for us to get together and talk about what's important," Brenda explains.

"But we're doing it in our PJs," Donna interjects.

"Well, that would make sense unless you prefer to sleep in your clothes," You say, "Bren, I think it's a great idea. It could be fun!"

"Can we invite some guys to come over later? I mean, after we've talked and bonded and everything?" Kelly asks.

"Kelly, I thought what we wanted was an evening to ourselves where we don't have to think about guys, talk about guys, or worry about what we look like 'cause some guy is around. Isn't that what we said?" She nods, rolling her eyes. "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing!" She leans against the lockers, "Actually... there is one thing. I kinda made plans with this other friend of mine, Amanda Pacer. You don't know her, she's a senior, but we have been friends forever."

"So bring her," you suggest, taking out your history book and shutting your locker.

"Well... I know this may sound stupid, but I don't want her to think this is a slumber party... It's not a slumber party, right?"

"Brenda! Kelly, Y/N, and Donna are here to bond with you!" Brandon shouts up the stairs, laden in his all-white Peach Pit uniform. He looked so cute, this "no guy" rule was pointless. Especially when the said guys looked like that. "Hey Y/N/N," he kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey," you mumble. He gives you a hard, dizzying, coffee-flavored kiss as he slowly backs into the front door. You hum against him happily, "I'll pay you to stay, I'm serious. Cold hard cash." He grins, slipping his warm hands under the sides of your jacket, holding onto your hips gently.

"As much as I'd like to, I promised Nat I'd pick up this shift."

"Tell him you have other business to attend to. Like getting me out of this slumber party. Nat'll understand," you plead jokingly. One more soft, sweet kiss and he lets go of you. "Brandon..." he smiles at you adoringly and turns towards the other two girls waiting in the foyer, pretending that they weren't just watching everything you two were doing.

"Have fun, ladies," he swings the front door open and leaves as quickly as possible, knowing that if he stayed any longer you'd actually end up convincing him to stay. As one Walsh exits, another enters as Brenda comes down the stairs wearing a long, plaid nightshirt. But before she's even fully down the stairs, Kelly starts to complain.

"Brenda, this is really weird."

"Kelly, we are going to have fun! Where's Amanda?"

"Oh, she's coming later," She fidgets awkwardly, "She uh, wanted to bring her own car in case..."

"Something better came along," Donna interjects.

"I think this might be a little too down-home for her."

"Kelly, we're not going on hayrides," you cut in.

"Okay, we have chocolate ice cream,vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream!" Brenda announces as you pour the doritos into a bowl. It's a scramble of hands and junk food as you all grab what you want.

"Do you have any other cookies?" Kelly asks.

"Yeah! I think they're in the cupboard," Brenda nods.

"Oh, I love cookies smushed in ice cream!" Andrea beams, "it's the best."

"You ever put popcorn in ice cream?" Donna wonders. The group groans in disgust. "Hey, it's really good!" You hop on the counter next to where Donna is and grab a chip

"Well, there's microwave popcorn in a bowl over there, knock yourself out," Brenda giggles, handing you your bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Thanks," you smile, "Hey, Amanda, what do you want? Vanilla or chocolate?" You glance over to Kelly's friend as you help the girls put together their sundaes, and she's sitting alone at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, pouting.

"Nothing for me, thanks."

"Oh, come on, Amanda. You're gonna make us all look like pigs!" Kelly exclaims.

"You said it, I didn't," Amanda ostracizes. The room goes radio silent, but instead of bumming out the room, Brenda starts snorting like a pig at her while the rest of you laugh and pick up your junk food.

"Donna, that is so gross!" Kelly laughs, watching as her best friend shows vanilla ice cream and popcorn into her mouth all in one spoon. Your cheeks already hurt from laughing, but you couldn't stop smiling.

"I know, but I like it! I don't know why, but I do, okay?"

"This is something you can never do with guys," Kelly smirks, piling on the whipped cream to her sundae.

"What?" Andrea asks.

"Pig out!" The five of you giggle as Brenda turns to Amanda, who's once again decided to remove herself from the group.

"Do you eat on dates, Amanda?"

"Never. But I always order something expensive," her voice is sharp, and she's slumped back in the white chair in the far corner of the room.

"Why?"

"To let them know I'm worth it," she shrugs.

"I knew it was over for me and Steve when I started pigging out everytime we went out to eat," she scoffs.

"He never took you out to eat, Kelly," Donna giggles, and then everyone, (excluding Ms. Grump Pants, of course) bursts out in laughter.

"I am in... sugar shock." Brenda sighs, resting her head on your shoulder as you lean back onto the couch, smushed up against the other girls.

"I feel like I just gained ten pounds," Andrea groans.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Kelly ponders.

"Ooh, lets rent Pretty Woman!" Donna suggests.

"Donna, you've seen that movie 300 times," Kelly snickers.

"It's dependable. You know, sometimes I think about running away and becoming a hooker on Hollywood boulevard," she puts her fist up to her heart, fawning, "just so I can meet Richard Gere."

"There's only one problem... you're not Julia Roberts."

"Look, we're not going to rent a movie... or become prostitutes," you tease Donna, "The whole point of this was so we could talk. Andrea, go get your Ouija board."

You settle back down onto the couch after coming very close to crapping your pants because of what you thought was the Ouija board... which just ended up being David Silver sneaking creepy pictures of you guys through the window. You breathe deeply as your heart rate settles down. Amanda checks her watch and scoffs.

"It's after midnight."

"What, do frat boys turn into pumpkins?" Brenda bites sarcastically.

"No, they turn into drunken slobs." You sure made my night," she complains.

"Amanda, you didn't have to come!" Kelly barks.

"What? And miss all the fun? The party games?" She laughs sardonically, "I don't want to leave anymore. Everyone's ruined my night," she takes off her beige coat and throws it on the chair. "It's my turn to ruin their's. Okay everyone. I've got a game if you're up for it. Skeletons in the closet. Everyone sits in a circle, and the person in the middle has to answer all their questions as honestly as possible. The kind of question is up to you, whatever you feel like asking. Of course, the better the question, the better the game."

"Go ahead. Ask me anything," Andrea smiles nervously.

"Why does everybody call you 'Awwwndrea?'" Amanda starts.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you, British? I mean... Awwwwndrea?" Amanda guffaws.

"That is pretty pretentious," Kelly adds.

"Kelly," you warn her.

"It's pronounced both ways. But An-dree-uh is a little boring and common. I like to be different."

"Good answer," you smile.

"So, am I through?"

Amanda studies her carefully, "No. Not yet... have you ever slept with a guy before?" What the hell was wrong with this girl?

"That's... a little personal. But uh... no. No, I have never slept with a guy before. Yet."

"Well, if you could sleep with any guy in school, who would it be?"

Andrea chuckles anxiously, looking down at the ground. "Come on, you guys. I can't answer that..."

"Yeah, you can. You can trust us, Andrea... well," you glance at Amanda, "most of us, at least."

"Uh... I don't know. I guess... I guess uh..."

"Brandon?" Kelly cuts in.

"What?" You glare at Kelly.

"No." Andrea answers, "No. Not Brandon. No... it would have to be Hans Fleischman. He is this incredibly gorgeous lifeguard who pulled me out of the water when I was stung by a jellyfish at Zuma beach last summer." You adjust in your seat uncomfortably while the Kelly snickers in disbelief at Andrea. "Hey, what is this? Brandon is just a friend."

"Wait-- wait a second. Is this the same Brandon that's all over her everyday?" Amanda laughs out, "Sweetie... get a life. You like him. Everybody already knows." You sure didn't. "And he likes her." You don't even dare to look up from your thumbs. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? Sure, you encouraged her to answer it but you didn't think it would be Brandon. You would feel weird comforting her, but you still feel weird just sitting there and letting her get harrassed.

"Okay... okay. So it-- it is Brandon." Her eyes well up as she stutters through her words. The room is silent for a moment before you hop to your feet.

"Well, this has been a blast," you huff, "I'm gonna go get a soda. Anyone else have plans to seduce my boyfriend? Kelly? Donna? Hey, how about you, Amanda?"

After Kelly's turn, to which she described her traumatic first sexual experience, and Brenda's where she describes how she betrayed her best friend back in Minneapolis... you were really starting to hate this game.

"Come on, Donna, you've gotta have some secrets," Kelly encourages.

"I don't! I tell you guys everything!"

"If you could go out with any guy in school, who would it be?!" Brenda asks. Let me guess, Brandon?

"Greg Houseman. You know that, she never stops talking about him," Kelly sighs.

"What is the most dishonest thing you've ever done?" You ask, curling your legs up to your chest. She pauses to think for a moment.

"Nothing..."

"Didn't anybody in your family go insane or something? Anything?"

"No... we're all really normal," she shrugs. The thing was, she's right. You've been to her house. Her mother is great, her dad's really nice, her house is perfect... she was completely normal.

"You know what your problem is, Donna?" Amanda prompts, "Your life is totally boring. Anyone who can't dredge up one secret about themselves is either lying or a total zero."

"That is not true," you snap.

"Why, what are you hiding, Y/N/N?"

"Nothing, Amanda."

"Oh, really? That's not what I hear... or what I've seen."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Get in the circle," she smirks, this time deviously. Dangerously. You follow her orders, moving from the floor to the chair.

"What's your favorite movie?" Brenda asks.

"Rebel without a Cause."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Baby pink," you watch Amanda out of the corner of your eye, getting more and more frustrated at the boring questions.

"Oh, come on! You guys are such a drag!" She leans forward, smirking, "What's going on with you and Dylan McKay?" You look at her confused.

"He's dating her," you gesture towards Brenda, "Not me." Amanda shakes her head immediately, as if she knew you were going to say that.

"Do I need to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? What happened at the Bel Age a few months ago, y'know, when you jumped him?"

"What?" Brenda says quietly, her voice breaking. She looks at you as tears start to brim her eyes.

"Bren, wait a second--"

"Did you sleep with my boyfriend?" Your jaw goes agape and you laugh sourly in shock.

"You really think I'd sleep with Dylan?!" A pit of guilt was forming in your stomach as you tensed up.

"I don't know what to think, Y/N! All I know is you two spend an awful lot of time together alone and now I'm hearing that you pounced on him!" she snaps. Oh my god. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"That's not what happened, Bren!"

"Fine!" She scoffs bitterly, "what happened, then?"

"So, I was at the Bel Age a few months ago, Brandon had just gotten the job at the Peach Pit..."

"I don't wanna go home yet," you told him. The Porsche rumbled as Dylan warmed it up. He raised an eyebrow at you as he leaned back.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere you want to take me." Those would be words you would later come to regret. Asking a hot guy with a leather jacket and a Porsche to have his way with you? Bold move. Dumb move, too. He could've taken you anywhere. Baja, the abandoned elementary school, anywhere. But where did he take you? The Bel Age hotel.

When you walked in he popped the radio on and you sat down as a Gloria Estefan song played quietly throughout the hotel room. Dylan was over at the wet bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Looking back, it was the only time you'd ever seen him drink something in moderation.

"You drink?" He asked, looking back at you.

"I could start," you shrug. And that was the first of many bad decisions you'd make in that hotel room. He grabs a second pint glass, but you weren't paying much attention to him as he clanked around, trying to pour you something that wouldn't make you gag.

He hands you the concoction and sits down beside you, his legs against yours. A little closer than normal, but you didn't think anything of it. Fidgeting anxiously, you began to drink whatever it was he gave you. It was new, being alone with him like that. Sure, you could hang out with him in groups but... just you and him? You tilted the glass back, letting the smooth and surprisingly digestible liquor flow down your throat until there was nothing left in your glass. This stuff was supposed kill anxiety, right? He eyes you up. Peculiarly, but not critically.

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He would continue to fill your glass, and his own, for that matter, all night. He'd put on his Road House VHS tape somewhere in the middle. And you were watching it. You really were. But as the movie went on longer, you got closer. A fairly innocent movie night (the first of many) turned into a night full of regrets.

His hand was on your leg right before the first kiss happened, thumb drawing dizzying little circles on your thigh as he watched the movie. You're sure if you showed any signs of discomfort he would've stopped-- that fact gave you peace in the moment. But the last thing you wanted him to do was stop. So he didn't. And neither did you. It wasn't until later, when his lips were trailing down your jaw, hands pushing your dress up, and his own white t-shirt was somewhere on the floor next to you. That's when it came to a crashing halt. Removing his lips from your neck, he sighed.

"What is it?" You asked. The air between you two was intense, sensitive. One move and he'd be back on top of you, starting the cycle all over again.

"What about Minnesota?" He slides you off of his lap in one swift motion, but his hand was lingering on your hip.

"What about Brandon?"

"Come on, you've seen how he is around you. I don't want to get in the way of that, mess anything up."

"You're not messing anything up. If Brandon was interested he would've made a move already."

Cut to you, current day, girlfriend of the mentioned boy, "Hah... whoops."

"But either way... this is a bad idea, isn't it?" You sheepishly picked up the shirt from the floor and handed it back to him. "So," you cleared your throat, "Friends?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, fiddling with the shirt in his hand. The energy in the room was different then, awkward. Laughable. But friendly.

"And that was it," you finish, "We're friends. Kissing him now would be no different than kissing Donna or Kelly."

"You wouldn't have kissed him if you didn't like him!"

"I do like him. As a friend," you plead, "Bren, I've been supporting you guys since day one, I would never do something to hurt you." You search her eyes for something. A little bit of waivering, forgiveness, pity. Anything at this point. Stupid Amanda and her stupid skeleton game. Brenda avoids your gaze for a moment.

"And nothing's happened since then?" She chokes out. You see her shoulders rise and fall as she takes in a shaky breath.

"Nothing's happened since then."

She lets out a deep sigh, almost out of relief, but tears are still threatening to spill from her eyes "Okay... I guess I understand." As she says that, it's like every muscle in your body lets go of the stress it had been holding for the past few weeks. You really hate secrets.

"Uh, Bren... I have a confession to make," Kelly pipes up from the side of the room, "After you started going out with Dylan I tried to get a date with him." Oh shit.

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