#SOAP OPERA DIGEST

[denver-carrington]

Krystle/Blake/Alexis and Alexis/Dex/Amanda were included in the Greatest Love Triangles section of an issue of Soap Opera Digest Presents that was published in 1988.

[dgct2]

Biggest Tearjerker #2 - Sam's Death

Sam going out like a hero after giving part of her liver to Lulu.

Sam and Dante getting engaged the last day of Sam's life.

Standout performances by NLG, SBu, and Dom Zamprogna. The photo used for the article is Dante's bedside goodbye to Sam.

Flashbacks showing the impact and loss of Sam on the canvas.

Jason and Dante joining forces to keep Sam's kids together "will be a living tribute to her legacy from her two great loves."

Sam deserves to be remembered, and will be by her legions of fans.

[john-forsythe]

Trivia question in the April 12, 1983, issue of Soap Opera Digest.

[linda-evans]

Item in the June 5, 1984, issue of Soap Opera Digest.

[classic-soaps]

Alan and Hope of Guiding Light. From the August 19, 1980, issue of Soap Opera Digest.

[wfodicks]

#683: WILLIAM KECK AND THE PRISONS OF THE FUTURE

mike, drunk and travis discuss the following topics…. the miss ai pageant…. cognify: the prison of the future…. the king of colas tries wild bill’s premium small batch cola: 6.8 after the break, we talk to the great william keck about his new book “when you step upon a star: cringeworthy confessions of a tabloid bad boy” about selling stuff on ebay, mike’s new competitive reality show, kelsey…

[amc-minx]

Besides loving what CBL and SG said in the article, I also wanted a clearer close-up photo. 🤷🏻‍♀️ You’re welcome. 😁

Bianca and Marissa Get it On - SOD Article

Bianca is thrown - in a good way- when her new girlfriend, Marissa, tells her that she wants to spend the night. “She’s totally caught off guard by Marissa’s self-assuredness,” shares Christina Bennett Lind (Bianca). “Bianca is surprised that Marissa is so ready for it, so quickly. More than anything, she wants to make sure that Marissa is okay with it every step of the way.”

Marissa is not the first former heterosexual to fall into bed with Bianca, noted Lind. “Bianca’s not unfamiliar with people who aren’t sure, and Marissa is anything but not sure. It’s happening so fast and she is totally on board. I think it takes a really strong person to come out and see themselves differently, so quickly. I think Bianca really respects her.”

Sarah Glendening (Marissa) says, “I think Marissa is the kind of person who, once she makes a decision, she’s all in. And she absolutely made the decision to be with Bianca. So, for her, it’s only logical that they would take it to the next level.” Echoes Lind, “It’s a natural progression of a relationship, which is what I love about it. It’s very real.”

Lind is delighted that fans have cottoned to the Bianca/Marissa pairing. “It’s so positive,” she says of the reaction she’s received. “It’s been amazing. I don’t know what I was expecting, but what Sarah and I were really hoping to do when we started this is just be as real, as human, as we could be. It’s most exciting to me that the fans seem to be picking up on that part of this. I appreciate them noticing that, because we worked hard on that.”

After the ladies’ passion-filled evening, Marissa assures Bianca that she’s happy about what transpired. But the week is not without its turmoil; with JR’s drinking still an issue, he and Marissa resume their battle for custody of AJ.

[recursive360]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼

[the-loneliest-hour]

[denver-carrington]

12 Days of Christmas (Day 1): For the next twelve days I'll be posting my annual Christmas-related picture or item of a Dynasty/The Colbys cast or crew member to celebrate the season.

First up, a present to Miles from Monica from the December 2, 1986, issue of Soap Opera Digest. It was included in a special section on gift ideas for soap characters from the people who knew them best.

[babyspacebatclone]

If someone can explain to me a second reason* why Fantasy Sports Teams are any different than Rare-pair ships, I will be shook.

*The first reason is gambling, and I’ll grant them that.

But seriously, all of Fandom is 1 to 1 parallel to any other hobby.

Sometimes I feel silly for being a whole ass grown-up still obsessing over fictional characters - like I should have outgrown hyperfixations by now. But then I remember that my grandma had a subscription to Soap Opera Digest and I mean. At least I don't have to wait for my fan fiction to come in the mail.

[juliepinsononline]

Soap Opera Digest Awards April 5, 2003

[oh-no-its-bird]

Very rare nsfw Bird au !! Pls do not interact if ur a minor or I'll fucking kill myself, and then no one will get anymore Naruto content because I'll be dead

So, you know that one type of fic that's like "Tobirama sleeps Madara in an attempt to calm him the fuck down / give him something to focus on / tie him to the village so he will be less likely to leave or self destruct" ?

Ok so THAT. but now throw Hikaku in there to help. They are teaming up to try and tie Madara down before he doom spirals

Ok so. Hikaku and Tobirama talk about how they're worried about Madara's looming self implosion / mental state

Tobirama is like "don't worry, I'll take care of this."

And Hikaku is kinda press x to doubt but also kinda "alright, good luck"

Only for a couple days later Madara to seem to calm down / have become dramatically more smug and peaceful.

So, yk, Hikaku is like "woah, Senju-sama what did you do? Whatever it was, keep it up, this is wonderful I haven't seen him so level in months."

And Tobirama is like "Hmm. Yes. Letting him have his way with me certainly did seem to help calm him, didn't it?"

And Hikaku is like record scratch car crash noises "letting him WHAT."

So Tobirama explains that yeah, he let Madara fuck him. A lot. Also he would NOT shut up during it, which Tobirama also just kind of let happen which also seemed to help...? Double time therapy, I guess

And Hikaku is like. Head in his hands. If it works it works...? He guesses...? Oh my god he wish he didn't know this tho

BUT THEN.

Tobirama is gone for a week on a mission, and Madara is looking pretty bad. Like, sharp decline, he is in a bad way. And Hikaku, panicking, is like "oh fuck what would Tobirama do" and then ends up throwing himself at Madara out of desperation

It works !! Surprisingly well !! There were a couple hiccups at first maybe, but Madara and Tobirama were never exclusive or anything (and Madara might have partially agreed out of spite for Tobirama)

Madara calms down, Hikaku is left with his head spinning and very "fuckkkkk ok, too late to back out now. It worked, we are commiting"

Tobirama comes back and is pleased, less work for him. Good job Hikaku, he knew u were a real one

Now, this is purely tactical for Tobirama (at that point) it's a strategic fuck to calm Madara down, with a bonus of usually being good for him.

So he is pleasantly surprised Hikaku backed him up. He would have thought Hikaku might try and find someone else to throw at Madara, the fact he would sacrifice himself only further proves his loyalty to the village in his eyes

Hikaku one of the real ones fr, Tobirama's trust and respect in him is on the rise

Hikaku still has his head in his hands as he digests the fact this is his life now

Meanehile: In Madara's little world, rhe senju bastard AND his hot most loyal man in the world are throwing themselves at him. He is convinced he's winning.

And like, he is, to be fair. But only because of the mental illness

Madara is sitting around creating convoluted soap opera plot lines for the three of them in his head.

Like, he's imagining Hikaku and Tobirama office cat fighting over him, one of them getting jealous over the other, competing for his attention and affection. Two of Konoha's most powerful, well respected, high ranking shinobi... and they are fighting over Madara... he's so back..

Meanwhile Tobirama and Hikaku are telling eachother ab their recent Madara interactions and going "oh good, that should keep him calm for a few days" and nodding at eachother like "we are in this mess together, my brother in arms"

So, Madara ends up noticing the vibes in that corner and then he possibly ends up getting jealous of them spending too much time alone together (they are strategizing on what to do with/to him next) and gets even more pouty and mad even after they fuck, because "I bet this bitch was thinking about Tobirama/Hikaku the whole time >:(

(Meanwhile, Madara was the one thinking about the other the whole time. Mostly in the context of them joining them)

He finally snaps and rejects one of Tobirama's advances while saying something stupid shit like "why don't u just go sleep with HIKAKU, since I know thats where you REALLY wanna be. You think I haven't noticed you sneaking around with him, huh? Huh? Whore."

And Tobirama is like "are we seriously doing this now? Is this seriously what we are doing? Ok."

And Tobirama and Hikaku now have to strategize to come on to Madara TOGETHER or smthn, or at minimum put on some sort of production to feed into his sudden insecurities so they can guide him out of them

Madara meanwhile remains suspiciously fixated on the idea of them sleeping together (without him!!!! How dare they!!!!)

All of that is to say:

Tobirama and Hikaku end up sleeping together for Madara and having to put on a big show of it just to make Madara feel like he still has the power here.

Tobirama is largely indifferent to this turn of events, Hikaku remains "oh my god how is this my fucking life" but also "well. It's for the greater good, I guess. Not like it's a horrible fate for me."

So anyways: Hikaku and Tobirama alliance to try and calm Madara the fuck down via fucking and letting him fuck them. Pass it on.

[jarchaeology]

The Soap Opera Digest Awards - Universal Amphitheater: Universal City, CA - February 27, 1998 - photographer: Miranda Shen / Celebrity Photo Agency

📽the slide collection series 📽 

[delicateperspective]

harry storms into the kitchen like he’s being hunted.

he's got his coat half on, his bag tangled in the strap, one earbud still in, and his expression says do not engage unless you are offering chocolate or a new life.

louis, seated at the table with a cup of tea and a half-eaten biscuit, blinks at him.

“...hello.”

“don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like that.”

“like ‘hello’?”

harry huffs. throws his bag onto the floor with the flair of a man who has had enough. “i’ve had the worst day of my life.”

“oh no,” louis says, very seriously. “did they cancel Bake Off?”

“worse. mark from marketing told me my slide deck was ‘a bit chaotic.’”

louis tries very hard not to laugh. “was it?”

“yes,” harry snaps, “but it’s called creative storytelling, louis. some of us believe in drama and pizzazz.”

“some of us also believe in bullet points and structure.”

“don’t take his side.”

“sorry. i forgot you’re a tortured artist trapped in a corporate hellscape.”

harry dramatically slumps into the chair across from him.

“then my lunch exploded in the microwave,” he continues, counting on his fingers, “i spilled coffee on my trousers — which burned, by the way — and then i got stuck in a meeting that could’ve been an email but instead turned into a forty-five minute group therapy session about synergy.”

“what even is synergy?”

“a lie, louis.”

harry drops his head to the table with a sigh. “everything is annoying today. especially you, but like... not really.”

louis reaches over and gently pats the back of his head. “aw, babe. that’s the nicest insult i’ve had all day.”

harry groans. “why are you being nice to me? i’ve been a nightmare since breakfast.”

“you have,” louis agrees cheerfully. “you told me my voice was ‘shrill’ this morning.”

“i meant charming.”

“you said it while brushing your teeth and glaring at my cereal.”

“i was upset on a visceral level that your spoon-to-mouth rhythm was so aggressive.”

“you also called my jumper ‘an eyesore.’”

harry lifts his head just enough to look at him. “it’s neon yellow, louis.”

“it’s fashion-forward.”

“it lit up the hallway like an exit sign.”

louis sips his tea. “you’re clearly in crisis.”

“i am.”

“would you like a hug or a biscuit?”

“what kind of biscuit?”

“chocolate digestive.”

“...both.”

louis stands, walks to the cupboard, and returns with a biscuit in one hand and open arms in the other.

harry takes the biscuit with the reverence of a man receiving communion.

then he melts into the hug like it’s the only thing holding him upright.

“you smell like tea and calm,” he mumbles against louis’s jumper.

“you smell like capitalism and despair.”

“accurate.”

they stand there for a moment. quiet. warm. harry takes a bite of the biscuit and sighs like it’s a spiritual experience.

“i didn’t mean to be horrible,” he says softly. “i’m just tired.”

“i know.”

“and overwhelmed.”

“i know.”

“and i might’ve told mark from marketing that if he ever uses the word ‘synergy’ again, i’ll throw him out the window.”

louis hums. “strong boundaries. proud of you.”

harry leans back just enough to look at him properly. “you’re very good at this.”

“what, surviving your emotional spiral?”

“yes.”

“i’ve had practice.”

“rude.”

“truthful.”

harry smiles, all soft edges now. “thanks for not telling me to get a grip.”

“never,” louis says, brushing a crumb off his chin. “i live for your drama. it’s like living in a soap opera, but with better jumpers.”

“not yours.”

“rude.”

harry leans in. kisses him, slow and grateful.

“you’re my favourite part of every terrible day,” he says.

“even when i’m shrill?”

“especially then.”