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There's this couple of episodes of Golden Girls, about Dorothy struggling for months with fatigue and confusion, trying to find any answers but only getting brushed off by doctors who don't take her seriously because she's an older woman. She eventually finds a doctor who DOES take her seriously and gets diagnosed with CFS, and then she confronts the other doctor who told her that it was all in her head and that she should dye her hair blonde to feel better.

And there's a lot of tumblr posts about that confrontation but there AREN'T a lot of posts about how the other characters are upset for Dorothy when she's told yet again that she's fine and celebrate for her (with a nice dinner) when she finally gets a diagnosis. Even the waiter, after a brief moment of shock when he's told why they're celebrating, congratulates her.

And like. That is so fucking rare for people dealing with chronic illness. It's rare for people to understand why yet another totally normal test result is devastating and why a diagnosis is so validating and relieving even when it means we're sick. It's just really nice to see that on tv, even if it's in a show that's several decades old.

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season 3 oreo!verse

3.08 Brotherly Love Stranger Bedfellows  

Dorothy finds a visit from her ex-brother-in-law to be a welcome distraction from the rift between her and Blanche. It’s very awkward having to skirt around the woman she’s been dating and raising a kid with for months as though they’re strangers. They haven’t said anything to each other in days, relaying necessary information through Rose and Sophia, and have developed a weird custody arrangement that has Dorothy taking care of Ellie during the day and Blanche taking care of her at night. Rose is having trouble sleeping for unrelated reasons (same as canon).

But while Ted is in town, he offers to take Dorothy out to dinner as the old friends that they are. So this happens.

Rose, entering the living room, where Dorothy is sullenly reading a newspaper on the couch: Dorothy, Blanche says that the milk is heating up in the crib and the baby is on the stove. Dorothy: ... Rose: ... Rose: Sorry. I meant to say that the milk is heating up the baby and the crib is on the stove. Or was it, the baby is eating the milk and the stove is in the crib? Dorothy: Honey, I’m begging you, take a sleeping pill. And while you’re at it, please tell Blanche that I’m going out for dinner with Ted tonight. Rose: I can’t take a sleeping pill. Those make me loopy. *raises voice* Blanche! Dorothy says that I should go out for dinner tonight and she’s sleeping with Ted!” Blanche, bursting out of her bedroom: She’s WHAT?! Dorothy: That’s not what I said! I said I’m going out to dinner with Ted. As friends! Blanche: ... Blanche: Hmmph!

Dorothy takes some comfort in the fact that Blanche still cares who she does and doesn’t spend time with. But she takes even more comfort in spending the entire night out with Ted. They don’t kiss and technically they don’t flirt, but they toe the line a little bit too close. Dorothy comes home confused and upset.

Blanche: Good morning, Rose. Good morning, Tramp. Dorothy: Wait...you can see me? For a moment there I thought I was a ghost. Blanche: I haven’t killed you yet, honey. Rose, delirious with exhaustion: Mom, Dad, stop fighting. Blanche: You’ve got some goddamn nerve. You accuse me of running around with that damn politician, then less than a week later you’re in bed with your ex-brother-in-law? Dorothy: I am not. We only talked, Blanche. That’s also an activity that people can do at night. Blanche: Well that’s rich, considering you’re the one who cheated on me. Dorothy: I didn’t cheat on you! How is you refusing to believe me any different than me refusing to believe you? Blanche: Because you’ve already betrayed my trust, that’s why! Rose: Calm down, before you both say something you regret. Blanche: *storms out* Dorothy: I don’t believe this! She’s such a hypocrite! Rose: relax, Dorothy. I’ll make you some tea.

[scene continues to show Rose overcaffinating herself same as canon]

Later that night, Dorothy goes out dancing with Ted. Friends can go dancing, right? Blanche finds out through Rose, and she’s not happy at all. She’s sitting on the couch nursing Ellie when there’s a knock at the door.

Stan: Hi, it’s me, Stan. Blanche: Go hug a landmine! Stan: *opens door* nice to see you too, Blanche Blanche: Damnit. Rose forgot to lock it again. Stan: I came by to see if Ted was here. Blanche: Nope. He’s out dancing with your ex-wife. Stan: *sighs* I knew it. Ted moves fast. I bet he’s planning on proposing to her right now. The worst part is, she’s only using him to get back at me. Blanche: Don’t flatter yourself, she’s using him to get back at-wait...what did you do this time? Stan: Nothing. That’s it. She’s still holding a past grudge over the mistakes I made while we were married. Blanche: Wait a minute. Stan, did you cheat on Dorothy? More than once? Stan: Well, yeah, but c’mon, my brother? Sure, I slipped up with my secretary, and with the flight attendant, and the waitress, but I only made a pass at her sister one time. Blanche: Oh, my god! *stands up quickly* Rose! Rose! I have something very important I have to do. Stan: Not what I was expecting, but okay. Got any condoms? Blanche. Not you.

Blanche runs into Rose’s room to wake her up, which is difficult because Rose has finally fallen asleep. Blanche: Wake up, I need your help! I need someone to tend to Ellie for a little while so I can go find Dorothy! She’s so upset with me, and God, I don’t blame her. I’ve been awful. Just awful! Rose, listen! Am I a terrible person? Rose: I don’t know. Who are you? Blanche: It’s me, Blanche! Rose: No, you’re not a terrible person! You’re just horny all the time! *yawns* Fine, I’ll watch Ellie. But only for one hour, and then you have to let me rest.

Blanche rushes down to the club where Ted is dancing with Dorothy. She cuts in, a particularly bold move since they are very much still closeted for the most part. Blanche tells Dorothy that she’s sorry she’s been giving her the silent treatment and that she should have understood that the only reason why Dorothy’s so sensitive about cheating is because Stan did it to her so many times.

Dorothy: And I’m so, so sorry for not believing you about Gil Kessler. Blanche: I forgive you! And I’m so, so sorry for pretending not to believe you about Ted! Dorothy: You mean you never doubted me? Blanche: Of course not, I was just mad because I figured you were trying to make me jealous. Nobody cheats on me, I’m gorgeous! Dorothy: You are gorgeous! Blanche: So are you!

They almost kiss, but then remember they’re in public. So they walk back over to the table with Ted.

Dorothy: Listen, Ted. There’s something I should tell you. Ted: There’s something I should tell you, too. Blanche: As long as you’re not about to ask her to marry you? Ted: Of course not! I’m about to ask her to babysit! Dorothy: But Ted, you don’t have any children. Ted: No, but I met this gorgeous stewardess on the flight out here, and she can only come with me to Acapulco if she can find a sitter for her two kids. You don’t mind, do you? They’re great kids. One of them plays with matches and stuff, but you don’t smoke, right? Dorothy: I’m afraid that between Rose and Ellie, we can’t risk any more potential fire starters in the house. But I’m flattered you asked. And I promise you that I will never, ever tell anyone that deep dark secret you shared with me. Dorothy: *takes Blanche’s hand and walks to the mike to announce that Ted is impotent*

They go home, and Dorothy goes back to sleeping in Blanche’s bed where she belongs.

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Ellie’s First Checkup

“So, how did you ladies come up with the name Elizabeth?” Dr. Harry asked as he slipped a thermometer under the baby’s arm.

“It was my mama’s name,” Blanche said with a hint of pride. “I always regretted not using it for one of my older daughters. Janet was named after George’s mother. Then after Janet came the three boys. And then, my sister Virginia announced that she was going to name her next daughter Rebecca, so of course then I had to use it.”

“Yes, of course, how could you resist?” said Dorothy sarcastically.

“Hey now,” Blanche continued as Ellie gripped her finger from the carrier. “At least Rebecca is a perfectly decent name. George is the one who insisted on naming the boys. George Biff Devereaux, Matthew Skip Devereaux, and Clayton Douglas Devereaux. Might have been fine if he hadn’t insisted on calling them all by their middle names.”

“Look, when I was pregnant the first time, Stan was away at war, and he sent me the most absurd lists of names. Newman, Redman, Quitman, Quiltman, Stillman. I felt like writing him back, yes, Stanley, we get it, you want him to get picked on for his last name and his first name.”

“What happened there?” Rose asked as Dr. Harry checked Ellie’s blood pressure.

“Well, two weeks after I gave birth, Stan was discharged from the army for accidentally shooting himself in the leg. And when I greeted him at the airport, he asked me what his son’s name was, and I said, “Kate.”.”

Blanche chuckled. Rose asked Dorothy why she would name a son Kate.

“So he could compete in beauty pageants, Rose. Anyhow, many years later, when I got pregnant again, Stan was sure I was going to have another girl. And he wanted to name her “Mine.” We argued about it for months, then finally, we compromised on My’chaela, which I thought I was going to regret. Then two weeks later, Michael arrived.”

“I don’t regret any of my baby names!” Rose exclaimed. “Not Kiersten, Bridget, Adam, Charlie Junior, or even Gunilla.”

“Rose, I hate to ask,” said Dorothy. “But how did you and Charlie come up with the name Gunilla?”

“She’s named after my father, Gunther, of course.”

At that moment, Dr. Harry pricked Ellie’s skin as gently as he could to deliver her first-ever vaccine. She started to wail, so Blanche picked her up to comfort her.

“What happened?” asked Rose, who hadn’t been paying attention.

“I think she’s questioning your taste,” Dorothy replied.

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People always ask me: “are you the same as Blanche Devereaux?”, and I always say: “please, just look at the facts”

- Rue McClanahan

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Hay nako zepeto! Tigilan mo ako XD

Bakit ganun bagay sila? Hahaha

Happy Ellie's Month! 😊💖 (Oreoverse)

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Okay Zepeto.... Calm down.... XD

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That's the closest I could go with what Zepeto have XD

Anyway, I am enjoying it hahahha

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Thats what they did at the square dancing night 😍🥰💖 💕

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Hi :) What are your favourite outfits on TGG?

I know I'll be biased but... Of course Blanche's wardrobe!

I just love it. Like from the casual to the workplace outfit, the nightgowns or "negligee" and robes, the "costumes" XD

In short everthing that Blanche wore hahaha 😍💕💯

Oh gosh I feel so rude.. Hello there honey!!! Thanks for the question 😍😘💕

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So I recently got into the Golden Girls by finding like YouTube episodes (I haven't finished the show but so far, I love it). I looked up the actresses and - wow weren't they just wonderful. Standing up for Animal Right and the rights of LGBTQ+ people and teens. Amazing. Not to mention how progressive the show was when it came to racism, homophobia, ageism and reproductive rights.

Dorothy is easily my favourite character, with Blanche being a very close follow up.

So I used a few apps to edit/sharpen/colour photos of Rue McClanahan and Bea Arthur from their earlier years and...

I mean they were gorgeous in the 70s and 80s (and further) but doing this felt like bringing these photos to life!

Anyway:

Sharpened and edited

Sharpened and coloured

Sharpened and coloured

I mean... how beautiful!

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My Babiesss 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

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ATTENTION FAN FIC READERS!!!!!

Read these amazing works! I am so proud of them!

Good people, Great writers!!!

@eddiemartha @junebug-season @moun-chan @soniczephyr 💖

Ps. Those are under BxD or Blanche Devereaux/ Dorothy Zbornak Tag

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Did a little illustration for my (@soniczephyr ) dearest friend's work.

Read it! It's worth it 💯 💯 💯 so lucky to have an amazing friend and a great writer 🤧🤧🤧🥺🥺🥺

-🌹, your viedenfrugen... 😂

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Dorothy and Blanche from The Golden Girls should have been lesbian and bi (respectively) and girlfriends!

[Id: Blanche and Dorothy from The Golden Girls on the bi and lesbian flags respectively]

Blanche and Dorothy from The Golden Girls should’ve been bi and lesbian respectively and dating!

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Okay, I missed the baby AU @oreo-cheesecake so I made these.

And to be honest, I feel like something is wrong so yeah. I mean, whenever I feel this way I always end up with them. They make me happy and forget my troubles. Escape from reality.

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Okay, I missed the baby AU @oreo-cheesecake so I made these.

And to be honest, I feel like something is wrong so yeah. I mean, whenever I feel this way I always end up with them. They make me happy and forget my troubles. Escape from reality.

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#7 Dorothy/blanche?

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

Dorothy stood up from the bed and smoothed back her own gray curls. She didn’t need to turn around to know what face her girlfriend was making. Eyes narrow, slight pout, just enough to make her lips look even more kissable without wrinkling any part of her face. She was still leaned back against the pillow, of course. That seemed to be her favorite position.

“Darlin’! Come back!” Blanche pleaded. “I miss you already!”

“My love, I have confidence that you can survive eight treacherous hours without a bed partner.”

“Why do you have to go to work anyhow? Can’t they get a sub?”

“I am the sub.”

As she removed her nightgown and began to put on her outfit for the day, Dorothy heard the mattress creak. Blanche was finally resorting to getting out of bed. In response, Dorothy pulled on her slacks in addition to her green blouse.

When she turned around, Blanche was standing right next to her, smiling in her little red nightdress. The one that wasn’t quite lingerie, but left very, very little to the imagination.

“They don’t need you, darlin’,” Blanche crooned. “Not like I do.”

Dorothy leaned in until her face was almost touching the other woman’s. Then she stopped.

“I need to get to work,” she whispered. “But it’s okay. I know you’ll be here when I get back.”

She satisfied Blanche by placing a single kiss on her ruby red lips. One kiss that managed to last as long as several kisses put together usually did.

And of course, Blanche was there later that afternoon. She was even wearing the same outfit under her clothes.