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lovealwayssay · 10 months ago
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Season 3 of Gilmore Girls might be the best season of Gilmore Girls.
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kelongt · 4 months ago
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I think it's funny that during the entirety of Season 4 we have more jeffbritta and trobed moments than any Britta and Troy moments while they're the ones in a canon relationship
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jauntilyplacedcaps · 1 year ago
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yahoo201027 · 1 year ago
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Day in Fandom History: November 23…
It’s Thanksgiving Day and what was supposed to be a fun run for the holiday turns upside down when the turkeys rebel against the town as Bob boycotts the holiday over the family not having dinner. The third Thanksgiving-themed episode of Bob’s Burgers, “Dawn of the Peck” premiered on this day, 9 Years Ago.
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cangelgifs · 2 years ago
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Angel The Series | (4.01) “Deep Down” ↳ “To family.” “To family.”
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gleesongtournament · 1 year ago
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robertbelcherjr · 2 years ago
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The way he reacted is exactly what I imagined as soon as Tina said “dad are you still mad at us for going to the festival?” 😂😭
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angelhummel · 2 years ago
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brody cooking this 20 pound turkey for the vegan and the guy who refused to eat any bc he didnt like how brody cooked it. king
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pose4photoml · 1 year ago
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My one tradition today is watching Gilmore Girls Thanksgiving episode 🦃
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doyoulikethissong-poll · 4 months ago
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Fiona Apple - Criminal 1997
"Criminal" is a song by American singer-songwriter Fiona Apple, the third single from her debut studio album, Tidal. Apple has stated that the song is about "feeling bad for getting something so easily by using your sexuality". Apple's highest-charting single, it peaked at number 21 on the Billboard Hot 100, as well as number 4 on the Billboard Modern Rock Tracks. The song won the Grammy Award for Best Female Rock Vocal Performance at the 40th Grammy Awards and was nominated for Best Rock Song. "Criminal" was listed at number 55 on VH1's "100 Greatest Songs of the '90s", and number 71 on Blender magazine's 2005 list of "The 500 Greatest Songs Since You Were Born".
The music video was directed by Mark Romanek with cinematography by Harris Savides. Visual enhancements including the retroreflector in Fiona's eyes and additional lighting vignettes were created by visualist Ash Beck. In 1998, the video won an MTV Video Music Award for Best Cinematography. The video was featured in the 1997 MTV special "Beavis and Butt-Head Do Thanksgiving". Up until Beavis and Butt-Head's revival in 2011, it was the last to be critiqued by the duo among other videos in the special. In the second episode of American Horror Story: Freak Show, Bette and Dot Tattler perform a duet version of "Criminal".
"Criminal" received a total of 74,8% yes votes!
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writingbuckets · 2 days ago
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The Hot Take: Part 4
paige bueckers x podcaster!reader
wc: 2.9k
a/n: sorry i haven't posted in a while, been super busy with finals coming up and thanksgiving break <3
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The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling city streets. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, your steps quick but unhurried as you made your way to the familiar café. It had become something of a ritual—a brief reprieve from the chaos of your growing platform. Since your last podcast episode, the buzz surrounding “Y/N and Paige” had reached a fever pitch. Fans dissected every word, tone, and pause between you and Paige during her guest appearance, spinning narratives from mere banter. Some took it lightly, treating it like an amusing rivalry, while others speculated wildly about an unspoken connection.
You tried to ignore the noise, but it was impossible to escape the notifications flooding your phone. Clips of the episode went viral, with captions ranging from “This is your sign to ship Y/N and Paige” to “When will Y/N admit she’s obsessed with her?” What started as harmless sports commentary had snowballed into something much bigger—and much messier.
The café door jingled as you stepped in, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You inhaled deeply, savoring the moment of normalcy, before slipping into line. The barista gave you a knowing smile; you were a regular here, and they didn’t need to ask for your order anymore.
As you waited, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, a familiar voice broke through the din.
“Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite podcaster.”
You turned, startled, and there she was—Paige Bueckers, standing just a few feet away, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She looked impossibly casual, yet every movement radiated confidence. Her hair was pulled back, and the slightest smirk tugged at her lips, giving her an air of effortless charm.
“Bueckers,” you said, keeping your tone steady despite the flutter in your chest. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Aren’t you supposed to be practicing or something?”
“Recovery day,” she replied with a shrug. “Coach’s orders. But what about you? Hiding out from your adoring fanbase?”
You let out a dry laugh. “Something like that.”
There was a pause, one that felt weighted despite its brevity. Paige glanced toward the counter, then back at you, her expression softening. “Tell you what,” she said, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to make it feel like a private conversation. “This place is nice, but I know a spot around the corner that makes the best sandwiches in the city. Let me take you there. You look like you could use a break from all the chaos.”
You hesitated. Lunch with Paige? It wasn’t the first time you’d crossed paths, but there was something about this invitation that felt… different.
“Alright,” you said finally, unable to resist the hint of vulnerability in her tone. “Lead the way, Bueckers.”
As you stepped outside, walking side by side, you felt a strange sense of ease settling between you. It was surprising how natural it felt, how the tension that had been building for weeks seemed to melt away with each step.
The sandwich shop Paige led you to was small and tucked away, the kind of place you’d never notice unless someone pointed it out. Inside, it smelled like fresh bread and roasted vegetables, the warm, savory aroma instantly calming your nerves.
Paige held the door open for you, her hand briefly brushing against your shoulder as you stepped inside. You told yourself it was nothing, just a polite gesture, but your heart betrayed you, quickening its pace.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” you teased as you looked around. “This place is a hidden gem.”
“I’m full of surprises,” Paige replied, her grin widening. “Wait until you try the turkey pesto. Life-changing.”
The two of you ordered and found a small table near the window. The conversation started light—sports, favorite foods, the absurdity of social media trends—but quickly delved deeper. Paige was easy to talk to, her quick wit and relaxed demeanor making you forget, if only for a moment, the chaos waiting for you outside.
“So,” she said between bites, her tone casual but her gaze steady. “How’s life in the spotlight treating you?”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “It’s… a lot. I didn’t sign up for this whole ‘public figure’ thing. I just wanted to talk about sports, you know? But now, it’s like every little thing I say gets blown out of proportion.”
Paige nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I get that. People love to read into things, make it bigger than it is. But you handle it well—you’re honest, and people respect that. It’s why your podcast works.”
“Honesty doesn’t stop them from turning me into a meme,” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile.
Paige chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Memes aren’t so bad. Means you’ve made it.” She paused, her expression softening. “But seriously, if it ever gets to be too much… just say the word. I’ll set the record straight.”
Her words hung in the air, heavier than you expected. There was something about the way she said it—earnest, almost protective—that made your chest tighten.
“Thanks,” you said softly. “But I think I’ll survive. Par for the course, right?”
She smiled, a quiet understanding passing between you. For a moment, the world outside the café—the trending hashtags, the speculative headlines, the invasive questions—faded into the background. It was just the two of you, the clatter of plates and the hum of conversation from other diners filling the comfortable silence.
“So,” Paige said, leaning forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table. Her expression was playful, but her tone carried a softness that made your chest tighten. “What’s your go-to escape plan when the world feels a little too loud?”
You blinked at the sudden shift in conversation, caught off guard by the intimacy of the question. “Wow, we’re skipping small talk, huh?” you teased, though there was no bite to your tone.
She shrugged, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Small talk feels… boring. And besides, I feel like you’re not exactly the type to waste time talking about the weather.”
You tilted your head, considering her for a moment. “Fair enough. My escape plan?” You glanced out the window, thinking. “I usually just… disappear for a while. Shut off my phone, pick a random spot where no one knows me, and let myself breathe.”
“Alone?” Paige asked, her gaze steady, as if she were trying to piece together something about you.
“Most of the time,” you admitted, fidgeting slightly with your fork. “It’s easier that way. No one to ask questions or expect you to explain why you need a break. It’s just… quiet.”
She nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I get that. Quiet can be hard to find, though.”
“Especially for someone like you,” you countered, lifting an eyebrow. “How do you handle it? The constant attention, the noise?”
Paige leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. “It’s a balancing act, honestly. Some days it feels like I’m thriving, and other days…” She trailed off, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “Other days, I just want to crawl under a rock.”
The honesty in her voice surprised you, and you found yourself leaning in, drawn to the vulnerability she was showing. “So, what’s your escape plan?” you asked softly.
Her lips twitched into a small smile. “When I was a kid, it was basketball. I could lose myself in it for hours. But now…” She shrugged, her smile turning wistful. “Now it’s not that simple. Sometimes it’s music, sometimes it’s a long drive with no destination. And sometimes,” she said, her gaze locking with yours, “it’s just finding someone who gets it and talking to them.”
You felt your breath hitch slightly, the weight of her words settling over you like a warm blanket. “Does that work?”
“Sometimes,” she said simply, her voice quieter now.
The air between you felt charged, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was as though you were both carefully peeling back layers, exposing just enough of yourselves to keep the conversation honest without feeling too vulnerable.
Paige broke the silence first, her grin returning, though it was softer now. “Okay, your turn. What’s your go-to for cheering yourself up when life gets ridiculous?”
You let out a small laugh, grateful for the shift in tone. “Honestly? Binge-watching terrible reality TV. The trashier, the better. There’s something oddly comforting about watching other people’s drama when yours feels overwhelming.”
Paige laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Let me guess—Love Island?”
“Close,” you said, smirking. “The Bachelor franchise. It’s my guilty pleasure.”
She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Wait, are you serious? You’re out here roasting me on a podcast, and yet you willingly watch people argue over roses?”
“Hey!” you protested, pointing a finger at her. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. It’s fascinating. And besides, it’s nice to watch other people’s lives spiral for a change.”
“Fair point,” Paige conceded, laughing again. “I’ll admit, I’ve seen a couple episodes. Pure chaos.”
“Exactly,” you said, grinning. “Pure, unfiltered chaos. It’s the best kind of escape.”
Paige’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer, her smile softening. ���You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the warmth creeping into your cheeks. “What, because I like bad TV?”
“No,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “Because you’re not what I expected.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss for words. For once, Paige had managed to throw you off balance, and the realization brought a small, knowing smile to her face.
“Ready to go?” she asked after a moment, her voice casual again as she reached for the check.
You nodded, still processing the shift in the conversation. As the two of you stood to leave, you couldn’t help but glance at her, wondering what, exactly, she had expected—and why you suddenly cared so much.
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By the time you returned home, you felt lighter than you had in days. Paige had a way of making things feel simple, even when they weren’t, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to relax.
That peace lasted all of two hours.
Your phone buzzed incessantly on the table, the screen lighting up with notifications. At first, you ignored it, too tired to deal with whatever fresh drama the internet had conjured. But when the buzzing didn’t stop, curiosity got the better of you.
Opening your social media app, you were greeted by a flood of posts—tweets, Instagram stories, TikTok videos—all revolving around the same thing: a photo of you and Paige at lunch, laughing like you didn’t have a care in the world.
The photo, clearly taken without your knowledge, was candid and undeniably intimate. The way Paige was leaning toward you, her eyes crinkled with laughter, and the way your hand rested on the edge of the table, as if caught mid-gesture—it looked like something straight out of a rom-com.
The captions ranged from playful to outright chaotic:
“Y/N and Paige Bueckers spotted on a secret date? The internet needs answers!”
“Y/N called Paige overrated, and now they’re laughing over sandwiches? We love a plot twist!”
“Enemies to lovers arc confirmed?”
Scrolling through the comments, you saw everything from flame emojis to users jokingly begging for an invite to the wedding. Some fans even made memes comparing the photo to stills from romantic comedies, complete with over-the-top taglines like “From Courtside Critique to Courtside Cuties.”
You tossed your phone onto the couch, groaning. The sheer intensity of the internet's reaction was overwhelming. What was supposed to be a casual lunch now felt like the centerpiece of a media frenzy. Your podcast was supposed to be about sports, not… this.
The doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone, and for a second, you wondered if it could somehow be Paige. But when you opened the door, it was your co-host, coffee in hand and an all-too-knowing grin on her face.
“Thought you might need a caffeine boost,” she said, holding out the cup before stepping inside. “Also, I wanted a front-row seat to your existential crisis.”
You groaned again, collapsing onto the couch. “It’s a circus out there.”
She plopped down beside you, pulling out her phone. “Oh, I know. You’re all over my feed. And, can I just say, that picture? Chef’s kiss. The lighting, the smiles—it’s perfect. Whoever took it deserves an award.”
“Not helping,” you muttered, burying your face in a pillow.
“I mean, come on,” she teased. “You have to admit, it’s kinda cute. The queen of hot takes and the queen of basketball, sharing a meal? It’s like the internet’s dream pairing.”
You peeked out from behind the pillow. “It’s not cute. It’s invasive. I didn’t sign up for this.”
She tilted her head, her tone softening. “No, but you kinda did when you started calling Paige out on the pod. You built this dynamic, whether you meant to or not. And now people are invested.”
You sighed, knowing she was right. “It’s just… my podcast was supposed to be my space, you know? I didn’t think it would spiral into this.”
Before your co-host could respond, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text—from Paige.
Paige: “So… about that photo. Sorry if it’s causing chaos.”Paige: “Also, we’re trending #2 right now. Just ahead of some celebrity breakup, so I guess congrats to us?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, despite yourself. Paige had a knack for disarming you with humor, even when you were spiraling.
You: “Yeah, congrats to us. We’re practically internet royalty now.”Paige: “Want me to make a statement? I can clear the air if this is too much.”
You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. The offer was tempting. Paige’s popularity could easily shift the narrative if she addressed the rumors. But a part of you hesitated. Would that make things better or worse?
Your co-host, who had been reading over your shoulder, nudged you. “You should let her say something. It’ll take some heat off you.”
You shook your head. “No, I’ll handle it. Comes with the territory, right?”
Still, you typed back, trying to keep it light: You: “Nah, it’s fine. Let them talk. I’m used to it.”
Paige’s reply came almost immediately: Paige: “Alright, but if you change your mind, let me know. In the meantime… don’t let it stress you out too much. You’re good at this.”
You smiled faintly at the screen, her words oddly reassuring.
By the time evening rolled around, the noise online hadn’t died down, but you were determined to push through it. You set up your recording equipment, deciding to address the situation live for your next episode. If nothing else, it would give you a chance to reclaim some control over the narrative.
Your co-host leaned against the desk, watching you with a raised eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan? Are we diving headfirst into the Paige drama, or are you gonna keep it professional?”
You adjusted the mic, smirking. “Why not both?”
When the livestream started, you dove into your usual banter, easing your audience into the episode. But it didn’t take long before you hit the inevitable topic.
“So, let’s address the elephant in the room,” you said, leaning closer to the mic. “Yes, I had lunch with Paige Bueckers. Yes, someone took a picture. And yes, the internet is apparently losing its collective mind over it.”
Your co-host snorted. “Losing their minds is an understatement.”
You continued, your tone carefully measured. “Look, I get it. Paige and I have this… weird dynamic that people seem to find entertaining. But let’s not get carried away. It was just lunch.”
You paused, glancing at your co-host, who was giving you a look that said really?
“Okay, fine,” you added with a smirk. “It was good lunch. Paige has decent taste in food. I’ll give her that.”
The rest of the episode was a mix of humor and genuine reflection. You acknowledged the frenzy without feeding into it, carefully steering the conversation back to your comfort zone: sports.
When the episode ended, the reactions were immediate, and once again, your mentions lit up. But this time, amidst the chaos, there was a surprising amount of support. Fans praised you for addressing the situation head-on, while others couldn’t resist shipping you and Paige even harder.
And then, just as you were about to log off for the night, another message from Paige popped up:
Paige: “Just listened to the episode. Solid take. But next time, give me a heads-up before you roast my food recommendations on-air.”
You laughed, shaking your head as you typed back: You: “Noted. But no promises.”
Paige: “Fair. By the way, I’m free this weekend if you want to give me a chance to redeem myself. Lunch, round two?”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it cool: You: “We’ll see, Bueckers. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Her reply was instant: Paige: “I never do. But I’m annoyingly persistent, so good luck with that.”
You set your phone down, a small smile tugging at your lips. The noise might not die down anytime soon, but for now, it felt… manageable.
And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind the attention so much anymore.
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bloodydeanwinchester · 8 months ago
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GOD dark side of the moon is such a good fucking episode!!!!! dean's best memories are all setting off fireworks with sammy and pb&js with the crusts cut off and comforting his mom when she and john were fighting and sam's best memories are all some other family's thanksgiving, running away from home, leaving his family for stanford. dean's are all moments with his family, moments that he was able to take care of them or make them happy...sam's are all moments he got to be away from his family. to be on his own. it really highlights the differences between the two of them. sam says "i never got the crusts cut off my pb&j. i just don't look at family the way you do" and sure that's true and i can understand how that would change the man that sam became. and yeah dean did get the crusts cut off his pb&j. but he also had to comfort his mom when he was 4 years old and she and john were fighting. he'd been trying to hold his family together all on his own long before the yellow-eyed demon ever came and burned their "happy family" down. it wasn't just mary's death and johns spiral into hunting that made dean into the person who takes care of his family and puts their happiness above his own. sure the hunting only made it worse......but it was already part of who he was. he was always gonna be the one taking care of everyone else in his life.
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buckybarnesss · 5 months ago
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not to sound like a pushing 40 millennial but just seeing reaction to the acolyte and like some y'all cannot handle serialized television. the impatience for answers up front instead of letting them develop. the inability to recognize tropes and narratives that are specific to a genre. forget about media literacy it doesn't seem to exist anymore. it's eight goddamn episodes that are 30 minutes long and you cannot handle the wait. it's 4 hours of television.
audiences these days couldn't handle sweeps or finale season. or the summer hiatuses between seasons or the weeks long breaks for thanksgiving and christmas. forget about mid season march madness pauses.
this is why fandoms are so fraught. there's no discussion, no fostering of theories or speculation. it's all now now now.
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jauntilyplacedcaps · 1 year ago
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yahoo201027 · 14 days ago
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Day in Fandom History: November 8…
It's a snowy Thanksgiving Day and Bob must get a broken leg Gayle to the Belcher residence following her breakup with Mr. Frond, only to deal with a boatload of problems along the way there. The fourth Thanksgiving-themed episode of Bob’s Burgers, “Gayle Makin’ Bob Sled”, premiered on this day, 9 Years Ago.
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togansweep · 2 years ago
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okay so here's a rough timeline to prove that succession did NOT take place over a few years, but in just one (very chaotic) year:
so S1E1 starts with logan's birthday, which is october 14.
the next date we know for sure is S1E5, because it's thanksgiving, so that's around the end of november.
I think it was brenna @toganvorce who calculated that the tomshiv wedding takes place on march 10.
in S2E1 kendall says "I've only been here like 48 hours," which makes it march 13 (since he went to iceland the day after the tomshiv wedding)
the rest of s2 is quite unclear (and I don't feel like looking into all the specific dates right now) but it probably takes place over around 2 months.
what we do know is that the time between S2E9 and S3E5 is only two-and-a-half weeks:
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also remember that S3E1 begins on the same day that S2E10 ended!
the next canon date is caroline's wedding:
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this means that season 3 ended on june 14th.
then there's a timejump of 4 months, because season 4 starts with logan's birthday again (october 14).
and there you have it! I probably missed some specific dates for other episodes but you get the gist with this I think.
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