#Dec.2020

[aropride]

if you ever think "why bother posting my spotify wrapped/apple music replay nobody really cares anyway" think of ME. I CARE. i love that shit i love seeing what music people like and how many minutes they listened to music etc. PLEASE post them i love it i love ittttt it's like a holiday for me

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

[Image ID: Screenshot of the caption on one of Stove's early DeadpoolxSpider-ManxDanny Phantom comics that reads: "Deadpool: It's a teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. I am legally required to pull a Batman." /. End ID]

I think... this post may have caused some irreparable changes to the Phandom....

[dotted-clouds]

"Get back to work.."

[dreamings-free]

there’s something quite perfect about these two being the images of Louis and Harry displayed at The National Portrait Gallery..

Louis photographed by Phil Sharp, 2017 (displayed 2018)

Harry photographed by Tyler Mitchell, 2020 (on display 2024)

[skellyjingles]

when you finally ask out the guy you've had a crush on since you were 11, you gotta make it flashy.

(reuploading this video because the original one got taken down)

[dindjarindiaries]

It's feeling like fall and that means it's feeling like the release era of The Mandalorian season 2 and experiencing crippling nostalgia for that time period

[mybrainproblems]

hello, i'm finales georg...

i don't want to further clutter up the notes on this post while responding to the tags below but the persistence of the "finale is short/scenes are missing/extra ad break” conspiracies drives me absolutely bananas when i've watched the finale ten times and have posted about this A LOT trying to clear things up. (disclaimer that yes, i'm a goddamn destiel shipper but i care about Facts above all.)

ok but this is weird because i'd swear the episode was shorter (11 missing scenes!) but okay. maybe we all mandela effected ourselves into #beleving that. because it felt shorter. but i will die on the hill that it had another ad break. i understand this person has the thing #recorded with ads so i am thinking maybe different ad breaks in different idk time zones??? #because the finale did air an hour earlier in canada so maybe idk i am reaching here but maybe different states or whatever had different #ad breaks??? as for the last minute changes - wasn't the cover band asked for permission to use their version of carry on like a week before #the thing aired??? so even if the episode was 42 minutes and had no additional ad break - which i am side eying but lets say all was normal #i will always say they were changing thing until the absolute last minute (carry on my wayward son X 2 #the crew on the bridge which is not only giant 4th wall breaking but also wow they really got all those people in one place in times of #covid???) #anyway. tinfoil hat stays on sorry guys :/ (via @officialmisha)

short and snarky: there are plenty of real and sourced examples of network homophobia and scripted/directed destiel scenes being cut to point to. we don’t need to make this stuff up just bc the finale wasn’t what we wanted. so it’s not the mandela effect — it’s ppl repeating a conspiracy/rumor bc it supports their narrative and it’s easier and more fun to repeat something that supports a narrative they already believe (misha or something destiel was cut) vs the boring act of fact checking.

longer circumspect answer with links bc like many ppl i am in my debunking era and i rewatched "roblox_oof" last night.

like i said. i've watched the finale ten times. i’ve gone over the episode with a fine toothed comb and posted a detailed breakdown of timing marks on my blog. it’s actually extremely obvious where the ad breaks are once you know roughly where to look for them (they have a longer fade to black instead of a quick cut scene change). there’s no room for extra ad breaks and i think this conspiracy/rumor persists in part bc the episode feels so sparse in terms of cast and the fact that the episode’s momentum hits a barn post (and rebar) less than 20min into an hour-long programming block.

also i’m begging ppl to actually look at that timing mark post. it’s very straightforward and i spent a lot of time on it. i don’t care if ppl plagiarize it at this point if it means this conspiracy stops. i've got almost every second accounted for.

the "eleven missing scenes" that you're thinking of are probably from the finale script of questionable authenticity that @spnscripthunt acquired back in 2021 which can be found here. it's dated as the “final draft” from 11 sep 2020 and filming on 15x20 wrapped on 10 sep 2020. as noted at the bottom of this superwiki page "[the] script came from someone claiming to have been the person who did the closed captions for the show in Russia. There are some indications that it possibly may not be authentic, but this has not been confirmed."

if we go with the possibility that this was a transcript meant for subtitles, the "omitted" scenes were probably written but never filmed since it's the "final draft" and not a color revision (blue, green, yellow, etc). unfortunately, i’ve lost track of where i read it and a preliminary duckduckgo search isn’t bringing it up bc there's a program for script writing called final draft, but iirc the “final draft” version of a script is a transcript of what was filmed (e.g. there are parts of that 15x20 script that ended up being deleted scenes on the DVD). spnscripthunt also has an example of a confirmed final draft for 09x02 (funnily enough, also a dabb-penned ep). if anyone can confirm with a source that i have the purpose of the “final draft” version designation wrong, please let me know! i love being proven wrong with Facts.

i do want to acknowledge that the two “final drafts” do look different from each other and the 15x20 one doesn't look like a “real” final draft script since it lacks the revision/versioning dates that a script would normally have on the cover page. it could be that it was intended for subtitles; there's the chance it's been re-typed to anonymize it if there was anything indicating who the "owner" was, tho that seems a wee bit cloak and dagger to me. and again: it's considered of questionable authenticity. there are some things that don't quite line up but oh dear god i don't want to get even further out into the weeds than i already am.

i won't disagree that it's weird as hell that neoni only got asked about using their cover seven days prior to the episode airing (tiktok here). my personal theory is that they were hoping to get a more expensive song (maybe a zepp song, idk) and didn't manage to secure the rights in the end. again: this is pure conjecture on my part! but i could absolutely see someone working on the show hearing neoni’s cover and liking it and then maybe they were using it as a placeholder until it got down to the wire and they had to make a call/send the ep to networks. because yes, it is baffling they played a song and then a cover of it with only a 40 second break between. (i do actually really like the neoni cover! the placement is just weird and i think it could have worked if they had the kansas version at the beginning and closed with neoni's full cover.)

as to the 4th wall break COVID stuff: robert singer talked with variety magazine about filming the last two episodes and the logistics of filming during a pandemic. whether they should have been filming during a pandemic is a separate discussion but their use of office vs set pods, strict quarantining and daily testing meant that they had zero positive tests in the month they were filming (18 aug to 10 sep). so given all that, i personally don’t think it’s totally out of pocket to have everyone standing outdoors on a bridge for maybe an hour to get a drone shot of them together. (i won’t get into incubation periods and viral load, but if everyone tested negative that day and every day for a month prior, it was a fairly low risk scene to film outdoors and for all we know everyone was masked until the last possible second. there were plenty of outdoor masked protests in 2020 that weren't superspreader events.)

and before anyone brings up “but misha was in vancouver!” i know someone who looked into it and they said no dice, nothing matched up between the backgrounds in those pics and places in vancouver. his statements about “us” going back to set over the summer were pretty generic in hindsight and “we”/"us" could be him or the spn crew generally. unfortunately i’m not able to find those tweets but the use of “we” was likely so as not to give away he wouldn’t be returning to set. (bc we were absolutely casbaited!) and bc it comes up a lot: the "onion field pic" was from when they were filming 15x17 and was not taken while filming 15x19 and 15x20.

besides, it would be ridiculous to go through the financial and logistical headaches of bringing someone into the country to film during a pandemic, only to cut their scenes in the end! honestly, the script is pretty tight when the scenes are given so much breathing room! the only thing i could see being further cut down is The Monologue and even then, i don’t think there was any intent to cut it down given it was filmed in fairly long takes.

i’ve said it many times before, but i believe the finale was fucked long before they returned to set. walker got the green light in sep 2019 and it was being marketed heavily as a “follow on” show to spn given jared’s involvement. the demo they were courting for walker has little to no overlap with the demo for destiel fans — why would they want a finale that catered to a demo they weren't interested in courting? we just went through a historic double strike that exposed so much of the rot of business interests overriding creative vision. this isn't completely unfounded conjecture.

i will not apologize for the length of this bc i wanted to be thorough, but i do want to give context that i think the reason these conspiracies and rumors grind my gears so much is because anyone can fact check all of this. the truth is out there and absolutely none of it is that hard to find. the most time consuming/difficult part of this was finding someone who had a DVR’d copy of the finale from when it aired live and they actually found me themselves after i’d been low key asking around for a year!

and like. i get it. conspiracies are fun. but there are so many sourced instances of network homophobia and destiel being cut that it's like. why is this something folks are hanging onto? the cw is notorious for having upper level meddling with finales bc there's a follow-on show they want to shuffle fans along to and spn is no exception.

[only-lonely-stars]

T-Strap Tap Shoes

Oneshot – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

Vania tap dances, and she wears black, T-strap heels for her dancing. It's a secret escape for her… but maybe there's someone else who might like to know about it.

Gift fic for @caitlinsnow-yayyy!

There was no one coming when Vania poked her head out her bedroom door. There was no one at all to see, just as Vania liked it, and she couldn't help a grin. With a duffle bag on her shoulder, she ran through the halls and rooms of the palace, stopping at last in a secluded room. It was the perfect place, completely her own, and none of her guards went there– they all knew it was hers alone.

When Vania reached the room in question, she slipped inside quickly. It was almost empty, save for a large board on the floor and a speaker set by it. She immediately went to it and dropped her duffle, listening to the soft thunk as it collided with the tile floor.

For a moment, Vania smiled. Then she unzipped the bag and rooted through it, pulling out a pair of shoes. They were her favorite black, T-strap heels, and she slipped them on easily, buckling the ankle straps with practiced ease. They fit perfectly, and she gave them a few experimental taps, before walking to the speaker and pressing a few buttons.

The sound of music erupted from the speakers, and then Vania stretched, just the slightest bit added onto her morning routine she'd already done. Then the music began to speed up, and get louder, and she was in motion, tapping and turning in time with the tunes.

Clickity-click clack, tap tip tap– the sound echoed through the palace's hallways, echoing off the intricate marblework that made up the opulent walls and vaulted ceiling. The tapping was harsh, but not in a mean way; it was harsh in the way that it clashed against Vania's eardrums with a welcome, pleasant clack.

The motions came like second nature, if Vania was honest with herself. She'd done them a million times, always in synchrony with the music she knew by heart. This was her escape; her pastime; her passion; her secret. Who would she tell that she tap danced? Who would be interested? Probably no one. No, the music was her best friend for this moment, even as her actual best friend– or whatever he was to her– slumbered in one of the palace's numerous guest rooms.

No, the music was her friend, her family. It surrounded her, held her in its grasp, guided her. The music swelled and grew, shrank and dimmed, pushed and prodded her forward. It was there, and then dropped off suddenly, only to reappear with sweet promises of peace. Its tones surrounded her, filling her ears with harmony, and she couldn't help but smile.

With a bit of peace in her mind and some vigor in her heart, Vania spun. She let herself fall to the board below her, clacking in time with the song she listened to. It was some love song she'd long since memorized, but she didn't care right now– all she cared about were the motions to go with it. She let her arms and legs move on their own, muscle memory driving their actions, and perfection would be the result; if not now, then soon.

For a little portion of eternity, she felt like she might be flying. Once, twice, thrice, she went through the routine; she had set the music to repeat, and she wasn't paying attention to how long she went. Only her muscles' protests told her how long she'd danced, and she didn't listen to them much.

The piece repeated over and over, playing through as many times as she wanted. It wasn't until she ached that she stopped, and pressed the button on the speaker to stop the piece. The sudden silence revealed her breathlessness, and the ringing in her ears that she hadn't heard over it… but she couldn't help but grin.

For a moment… she just breathed.

In, out. In, out.

In, out…

Her eyes flicked around the room. There was no one away in the palace at this time of morning; only the guards, who knew better than to come into this room of hers. She wondered if anyone would know if she just laid down and slept there for hours…

Just as she was thinking about it, a sudden knock startled her from her thoughts, rattling against the door. She whipped around, turning to the source. "Who is it?!"

"Cole," a familiar voice replied. "Can I come in?"

Her heart leapt into her throat– he'd found her secret room. "Uh… why?"

"Because… I want to?" He laughed. "Is something wrong? I can go."

"Uh– no! Nothing!" She hastily smoothed down her skirt, biting down on her lip to fight her nerves. "You can come in."

Cole pushed the door open, and it squeaked the slightest bit, before he entered and closed it behind himself. "What are you doing in here this early?"

"Oh… you know. Stuff." She smiled sheepishly. "What are you doing up so early?"

He snickered at her question. "I'm doing 'stuff' too." He held up a plate. "I brought you some breakfast… but am I interrupting something?"

"Oh, no! Not at all!" She forced a smile. "I just thought you'd want to sleep a while longer. The trip from Ninjago isn't very short."

He shrugged. "Nah, I'm fine. I'm a ninja, remember? We're used to little sleep."

"Well, yeah, but you shouldn't have to be used to it."

"Vania, it's fine." He grinned. "What are you doing, though? You look all dressed up."

She hesitated, looking down at her outfit. She'd worn her nicest leotard and skirt today– she hadn't planned on him seeing her, but at least it wasn't too bad… all of it was shades of pink and purple, except for her T-strap heels, in their perfect polished black. They didn't match...

She knew she had to respond, so she summoned up some words and hoped they'd be enough. "Well, I'm… tap dancing."

His eyebrows rose. "Really? I didn't know you danced." He put the plate he was holding down on a table by the wall.

"It's not something I usually talk about." She fidgeted with the material of her skirt. "Like how you don't talk about Marty Oppenheimer's."

"Well, yeah, but that's different." He smiled, coming up to her. "How long have you been dancing?"

"A few years, give or take." She smiled back at him– it wasn't hard. "It's something I picked up while I was stuck here, y'know. Before we opened our borders."

"That's a long time."

"It is."

The conversation petered off, and then the two of them were just looking at each other. Her heart did a flip in her chest as he grinned at her, hair still a little messy from getting up that morning. She wondered if hers was tidy, and messed with her ponytail a little, trying to tame the golden strands. They wouldn't smooth out...

"So," he eventually spoke up, and she looked at him again. "I brought you breakfast, but I can leave it if you're not done. I figured it's enough to share?" He said it like it was a question, but it wasn't much of one in Vania's mind.

"That sounds wonderful! I'm done, I think." She'd already done her routine two or three times; there wasn't any use in doing it a fourth when she could be spending that time eating breakfast with Cole. "Besides, what kind of host would I be if I didn't make time to eat with you?"

"A busy one, probably. After all, I'm the one who barged in." He chuckled and went to get the plate, bringing it over. "I don't think there are any chairs in here…"

She laughed. "Nope! We can just sit on the floor, it's clean." She bent down and took off her heels, setting them aside before sitting down cross-legged beside the shoes. "Come on, sit with me!"

As he sat, he smiled, still carefully holding up the plate. "Those are some nice shoes you've got."

"You think so? They're my favorites."

"Yeah! They're pretty." He set the plate down in front of them; it was actually two, with a large slice of breakfast cake on the top one, along with two forks. "They suit you, really."

She blushed a little. "Oh, I don't know. I don't wear stuff like this often, besides for this…" She looked down at her outfit again. "It's a little revealing– not something a queen should be seen in. I usually wear sweats or robes over it if I have to be seen..."

"Oh, well, it's not like it's bad to look at." He grinned, but then seemed to realize what he'd said, and flushed a little. "I mean, I think you're fine- I've been around plenty of dancers, after all. It's not like they leave much to the imagination."

"What?" She looked at him curiously. Did he mean that he'd seen… no, he couldn't have. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean…" He looked like he was struggling with his words, and laughed. "Geez, I can't talk today! I just meant that I don't think you're in a bad state. I'm sorry I intruded on your private little ritual."

"Oh, no, it's fine!" She smiled back, reaching for the cake as the realization sunk in– he was just being weird, and that wasn't strange to her anymore, just endearing. "I don't mind it, really."

"You sure?" His dark eyes didn't seem to leave her, and she felt warm… unless that was from the dancing. She definitely hadn't slept enough the night before.

"I'm okay with you knowing," she admitted.

"You're certain about that? It seems like your whole staff knows not to come over here." He took the bottom plate out from under, along with one of the forks.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She took the other fork, then paused. "Should I just… cut this in two?"

"I guess?" He shrugged awkwardly. "I didn't really think ahead…"

She laughed at that. "Okay, well, that's fine." She used her fork to slice the piece of cake in two, and carefully put one on Cole's plate. "I'm okay with just doing this."

He grinned, and when it was safely delivered, he took off the tip of the piece with his fork and held it up. "A toast?"

She grinned back, and after doing the same, clinked her fork against his. "Yeah, a toast… but to what?"

He snickered. "Maybe to your dancing? You're really good."

"No, something else! Not my dancing."

"Fine. How about mornings like these?"

She paused, thinking about it, and the peaceful morning that had preceded her dance session. The night before, too, with a movie marathon that lasted long enough that the moon was high in the sky when she went to bed, and when they'd laid down together for hours on the couch… "Yeah. Mornings like these." She clinked their forks together again. "And the nights before them." She managed to get the words out, but just barely, before yawning.

Cole snickered, eating his bite of cake and humming in delight. Then he smirked at her. "Someone didn't get enough sleep last night."

"I'm fine!" She ate the bite on her fork and mimicked his humming– it was just so good!

"Sure," he drawled, taking another bite. "Not sleepy at all."

"Nope." She took a bite of the side of the cake with crumb topping and cream cheese frosting, enjoying the taste on her tongue. "Just a good morning with exercise and some cake, shared with my best friend in the whole world."

"Okay, if you say so." He rolled his eyes goodnaturedly, and took another large bite of his cake. "How much did you sleep last night, anyway?"

"How much did you?" Vania retorted, taking another bite after she answered.

"Six hours." He shrugged. "You?"

"...Five." She looked down at her plate, avoiding his gaze and stifling another sudden yawn.

"Why didn't you get more?" He turned his head questioningly, and she knew he was watching her intently, the way he always did. It made her heart pound against her ribcage and in her ears.

"Well…" What was she supposed to say? She couldn't exactly say she'd been thinking about how they'd laid together for hours watching movies, sharing snacks and whispered jokes, so she just chanced a look up at his face. "I guess I just had trouble falling asleep, is all."

He frowned, brow creasing. "Oh. That's not good."

"Nope." She shook her head, and turned back to her cake before she could embarrass herself. "So… I didn't sleep as much as you did."

He smiled gently. "Do you need to take a nap today, then?"

She tried to respond, but was cut off by a yawn. When it faded, she laughed self-consciously. "Um… maybe, but I'm fine."

"Maybe? More like yes." He chuckled. "Sooner rather than later, too."

"No, I can stay up." She finished her cake and put her plate down. "I'm fine."

"Nah, you need more sleep." He grinned at her, having finished his breakfast before she had. "Why don't you go back to bed and sleep some more this morning? I can just wait for you to get some rest; it's still early."

"What? I can't do that to you, you're the guest here." She frowned at him.

"Sure you can, if it's my idea." He got to his feet and held out a hand, looking like one of the heroes from her favorite old stories. "Come on, Queenie. You go to bed, I'll take care of all this stuff and get it back to your room."

"I don't know…" She took his hand despite her deliberation. "I don't want to waste my morning. I don't want to walk all the way over to my room, either."

He snickered. "Well there's an easy fix to that, Vania."

"Really?" She looked at him. "What is it?" Was he going to get her coffee, or something

He beckoned her a little closer, much to her heart's content. "Trust me. I can't make you sleep and not spend your whole morning doing it, but… I can bring you to your room."

So that was what he meant. "Well, okay." She came a little closer, wondering what he was going to do. "You're escorting me?"

"Something like that." He beckoned her just a little closer, into his personal space… what was he planning?

"Fine." She smiled, getting the last bit closer. When she was suitably close, though, he scooped her up in her arms, and she yelped in surprise. "Hey!"

He laughed, adjusting his grip around her. "Hey, stop struggling! You're only making this harder!"

"How was I supposed to know you'd do that?!" She laughed, holding on tight with her arms around his neck. "I'm gonna fall!"

"No you're not! Besides, I said I'd bring you to your room."

"I thought you meant you'd walk me there!"

"Nope. I'm carrying you." He grinned at her, holding her close to him, and she couldn't help relishing it. "Just relax, and enjoy the ride on Brookstone Airlines."

"FSM, you're such a dork." She laid her head against his shoulder, stifling another yawn. "Fine. Carry me there, Cole."

He chuckled. "I will." He tugged her a little closer. "Let's go. You need your sleep, tiny dancer."

"I am not tiny."

"Sure you aren't, Queenie."

Vania smiled and closed her eyes, relaxing into Cole's grasp. "Whatever." She knew he'd never let her fall. There was no doubt in her mind of what he would do; he would carry her, safe and sound, to her room. Then he'd probably bring back her shoes, too...

Her black, T-strap tap shoes. They'd been an escape for her for years. Would he want to join her, one day, or just watch?

Either way… maybe it would be fun. She wouldn't mind having him see her dancing.

[pimmecore]

[djkerr]

Happy at home

📷 @baransqueen X

TGF 05x01 Previously on...

[shannendoherty-fans]

December 2024 - People Yearbook.

Farewell, Old Friends. Those We Lost.

We spent countless hours in their company, watching them grow up on a TV, play the songs we still sing along to or do magic at the movies. They got us talking, moving, laughing and creating lasting shared memories.

In Memoriam.

B. 1971.

Shannen Doherty.

For the last nine years of her life, the straight-talking star became as well.known for the forthright and public way she confronted cancer as she had been for the sensation she caused at 19 as the rebellious Brenda Walsh (girlfiend of Luke Perry's Dylan McKay, above) on the smash teen drama Beverly Hills 90210.

The show's instant success was "overwhelming", she admitted, but "being someone who didn't necessarily play by the rules, I didn't placate the men in my business." She left the series early, but 90210 producer Aaron Spelling then cast the Memphis native in his supernatiral drama Charmed, as one of three sisters who were witches. It too became a cultural touchstone.

Of her three marriages, "Listen, Elizabeth Taylor still has me beat as far as husbands and divorces, so I'm good," she told People.

In a way "it was this really beautiful thing," she later said of having to come to terms with Hollywood and her reputation for sometimes being difficult. "That sort of childhood resentment –19 to me is childhood– was gone."

In 2015 at age 40, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. she began raising money for cancer awareness, joined season 10 of Dancing With the Stars and in 2019 appeared with several of her original 90210 castmates in the cheeky revival BH90210. In 2023 she launched a podcast with the completely-in-character title Let's Be Clear.

"I'm not affraid of death," Doherty, who died at 53 in July, told People in November 2023 when she revealed that her cancer had spread to her bones. "I know where I'm going – and I know the people that I'm going to see."

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Found via the always amazing Shannen-Doherty.net

[hwanswerland]

I just...I miss feeling excited about ateez. don't get me wrong, I love them and I love listening to their music and watching their videos, but at the same time I'm basically just waiting for another announcement that someone is sick or injured at the same time as another fucking world tour or another comeback. how can I fully enjoy an artist when I know they're working towards burnout at ultrasonic speed? the thing is I can't because they're human beings first

[onchillvybz]

[classycoffeecat]

Code BLUEGREEN I repeat this is a code BLUEfuckingGREEN for the hellsite!!

[bastardbvby]

what the fuck i just realized ive been in this community for four years as of this past december 🧍‍♂️

[spacemanxephos]

anyone have the original post for this i think it was by renchanting-duo / x3phos before they deactivated??? i cannot find it for the life of me 😭