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Raquel Welch and Cher
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Cher and Carol Burnett switch places and spoof each other!
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⋆｡𖦹°‧ PUSHIN’ N PULLIN’ kim minji x reader
౨ৎ warnings: idol!au, 6th member reader, minji and yn argue like it’s their 9-6 job, yn is lost and minji is confused, swearing
from the moment minji and yn crossed paths during training, their connection was more like a collision. there was an instant clash of personalities that made it clear they weren't destined to be friends.
yn just didn’t like minji, there was no specific reason, there was just something about the older girl the worked her up, she was a person who never let people get to her but there was just something about minji that made her want to pull her hair down
minji didn’t like yn for the way she held herself, she was a witch dressed like cher horowitz, she was mean but somehow could manipulate her words into sounding so sweet and caring while she’s practically tearing someone apart.
but even with her sickly personality, she was still the most popular member, it was like everyone was just blinded by her face, including the other girls that they couldn’t see her for what she really is, or at least in minji’s eyes what she really is a-
“bitch,” minji said angrily to the girl who stood in front of mirror adjusting her pink polo shirt with the matching tennis skirt, “you’re such a bitch.”
“how many times do we have to do through this minji,” the younger girl states and she looks at the older through the mirror who scrunches up her face at the girl’s informality, “I know I’m a bitch, that doesn’t insult me.”
minji groaned and threw her head back at the girls words, it was like yn lived to annoy her, “can you just hurry up so I can use the washroom before we leave?”
“just one second,” yn whined before turning to face minji, “how do I look?”
minji gave her a deadpanned expression, “horrible.”
“I guess that means I look good because you have zero taste,” yn smiled at minji, “I would immediately go change if you said I looked good.” and like that she walks out the washroom leaving a raged minji.
as minji finished up in the washroom she headed out, the only thing on her mind being a good comeback for what yn said a couple minutes ago, she turns the corner to see the rest of the girls at the door.
“finally!” yn says as she links her arm with haerin, they were pretty close, something minji could never understand, it was like yn talked haerin’s ear off and haerin just entertained the girls useless thoughts, “you took forever!”
minji looks at yn like she said the most diabolical thing in the word, “you were the one who took the longest!”
“was I? I don’t remember that.”
just as minji was about the launch herself at yn danielle cut in, “let’s not argue right now please, our managers are waiting for us in the car.”
minji gave yn a glare before pushing through them to open the door, “let’s go.”
as they made their way to the van, hanni, hyein, and danielle darted ahead, eagerly claiming their favorite seats in the back leaving the last three seats for yn, haerin and minji.
minji took the window seat, yn took the middle and haerin took the other window seat, minji couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the fact that the van had barely driven off and she was already talking about herself.
“so, he said that I was his ideal type on a variety show right? he said that it was because I fit his standards, that’s a compliment right?” yn immediately started rambling to haerin who raised her brows at the information yn just told her.
“it depends on what his standard is.” the cat like girl responds going on her phone to search up the male idols name, “it could be a bad thing…”
“but if I fit his standards and I am me that means that it has to be a compliment,” yn says, “I mean hello?! it’s me.”
this felt like the a hundredth time minji had rolled her eyes today because of any, she will never understand why yn entertains these male idols they never come to her for good intention, as soon as they realize how intelligent yn is they bail.
did she just call yn intelligent?
she did the mistake of telling yn her opinion on yn’s relationships, but it only led to yn saying this.
“you’re just jealous, that I get attention from cute boys.”
her jealous?! that was the most insane thing she’s ever heard come out of the mouth since she met the girl.
she tried to tune out yn’s boys problems and looked at the time, just a couple more minutes until they get to the shoot.
minji watched as yn had her phone stuck in her face as the stylist touched up her pink nike outfit for the shoot, “you’ve had your face in the phone all day, is this boy that you’re so interested that important?”
yn quietly thanked the stylist before walking past minji down the hall to get to the set, minji following closely behind her, “you do know that he’s just gonna end up like every other one right?”
yn stopped in her tracks at minji’s words at turned to face the girl, “can you not be up my ass for one second.” she snapped, walking closer to the older girl until she hit the wall.
“you don’t even know him,” she adds flashing minji a cold glare and stepping back.
“I know what he wants,” minji responds immediately, “and it’s not you, it’s your looks.” she says giving yn and even cooler glare, pushing her self off the wall and closer to yn.
“you’re just-”
“jealous?” minji cuts yn, stepping closer if that was been possible, “why would I be jealous of a boy that knows nothing about you and only wants one thing, are they really right about you not being smart?”
yn stared at minji’s face for a good second, it was like she was getting lost in the girls closeness before gently pushing minji away from her, “fuck off.”
“I’ll fuck off when you stop entertaining those idiotic boys, I already have to deal with all your other flaws.”
“so me liking boys is idiotic?” yn said defensively causing minji to look at the girl confused.
“when did I ever say you liking boys is idiotic?”
yn tried to stutter out a response, before just turning away from minji and walking down the hallway, “just don’t talk to me for the rest of week!”
minji’s confused expression melted into an annoyed one, “that’s the best thing you’ve said all day!” she yells back.
she huffs watching yn walk to the set, as much as she loved to cuss the girl off in her head, she couldn’t help but think about how weird yn acted towards the end of their argument.
it’s probably nothing.
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The Prince of Wales speaks to Cher during the Royal Variety Show at the Royal Albert Hall in London || 30 NOVEMBER 2023
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Carol Burnett Vs. Elisabeth Sladen
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Carol Burnett - (The Carol Burnett Show) - headed her own comedy/variety show for 11 seasons! iconic!!! muppet show guest star!!! iconic!!!! bffs with julie andrews and they kissed one time!!! iconic!!!!!!!
Elisabeth Sladen - (Doctor Who) - I loved her as Sarah Jane Smith!
Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket
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Carol Burnett:
she's funny, she's pretty in an unconventional way, and she's ridiculously enthusiastic.
Carol is an icon and a legend. She’s won 7 Emmy awards and is still active at 90! Tons of skits from her show are on Youtube.
Cher guest star on The Carol Burnett Show - Yuban coffee skit
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1970-71 Television Season 50th Anniversary: The Carol Burnett Show (Burnett '71 Cavett Interview)
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Toilet Tissue from The Carol Burnett Show (full sketch)
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Alice Portnoy: The Kidnappers from The Carol Burnett Show (full sketch)
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Male lui with a reader who helps out at the shop, maybe one day they're working the counter and a customer starts yelling at them and Lui comes out meat cleaver in hand with some blood on them
Watching the sun rise from the shop window, his arms hold tight around your waist; fingers locked with yours at your hip. A morning ritual for you both as your partner bragged about the scene your first day. Grey locks fall against your cheek as his lips follow suit.
"You sure you gonna be fine by yourself?"
"Been here a while already. I'm sure I'll manage."
The butcher plants another kiss to your temple, kind eyes cast down at you like you're the center of the world. "Still getting used to having you on board. Not that I mind. Just a lot to take in. Don't push yourself too hard, Cher."
He squeezes your shoulder, reaching down to double tie your apron as you flip the welcome sign to open. With everything else in order you part ways for the time, Liu heading to the back of the shop while you head over to the counter. It's been about a month to the day since he asked if you would like to work in his shop. He was hesitant at first with all the equipment and scars he got himself, but the business had always been family orientated plus it meant he could keep a close eye on you.
You got used to things pretty quick. Your job was simple after all. Manning the register and giving Liu the orders, sweeping before closing. With the size of your town, business was steady and you met your fair share of regulars and friendly faces. Though you had yet to tie the knot, Liu had asked you to wear the ring he bought you so you wouldn't get as many wondering eyes.
Today was your first encounter with a rude customer. Some guy you could tell by looking was from out of town from his clothing down to the way he carried himself. He seemed annoyed before he even walked up to the counter, face scrunching up at the red meats behind the glass. You throw on your best customer smile and turn to face him, the curtains behind you parted ever so slightly.
"Hello, what can I do for you today?"
"You sell this, right?" He lifts up his phone, showing you a picture of what looks to be Liu's noodle soup. A staple in your home when you got sick. Your smile wavers.
"Yes, but-"
"Give me four bowls of it, and can you change your gloves before you get it?"
"That I can do, but we... actually don't have the noodle soup today...." Your voice trails off as anger flickers in his eyes. Every day of the week was a different soup based meal on the menu. Just to have a little variety and use up the excess meats before they spoiled. Noodle soup was three days ago, and Liu's dishes were so popular in town they sold out that very day.
You scramble to pick up the conversation. "It's chili day, if you'd like that instead."
The man's face grows redder the more he raises his voice. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how out of the way this town is? I've been driving for three hours to get here."
You back away as he leans against the counter, thankful for the glass wall separating you. "I understand how frustrating that is, but we don't have it right now-"
Spit flies as the man begins to shout. "Well maybe you should make that clear next time! I swear, if I miss my boat I'm going to come back here and.....and.."
All color drains from his face, skin pale as a sheet in the face of whatever he was staring at. So used to the smell of blood and focused on calming the man down you didn't hear him leave the back. Looming behind you, clever in hand, Liu stares the man down. If looks could kill he'd be twenty feet under. The amount of blood drenched into Liu's apron dyed the pure cotton a deep maroon. It drips off the flat blade, hitting the floor with a wet splat. Liu's voice comes from his throat in a low grumble completely unlike him. Growling like an agitated animal in warning.
"And do what?"
The man tries to take back his words, flinching and ducking to the floor as Liu swings his arm outwards - planting the cleaver in the chalk board beside him.
"If you looked to your left, you would've seen today's special. It ain't polite to harass people for a simple error, but you won't do it again, right?"
The man nods.
Liu tears the cleaver from the board and points it at the door. "I know you won't. Leave."
The man picks himself off the floor and rushes for the door. Liu mouths something to him that makes his eyes go wide.
"See you soon."
You lean against Liu's chest, welcoming the stench of cold blood. "Thanks for the help...."
His eyes soften. Liu places the knife down and wraps his arms around you, leaving small kisses in your hair. "Nothin' to thank me for. Just doing what's right. Your safety will always be the most important thing to me, Y/n. Should we close up early today?"
"You don't have to do that for me.."
"No sweat off my shoulders. I got a few things to do back home too. Go get your stuff. I'll take care of everything else."
"... Okay." You take off your apron as you head out. Liu looks down at the register. The man's stench and his finger prints are all over it. Shutting his eyes, Liu can still hear his frantic heartbeat about two miles out. Still in town - likely at a gas station. If he hurried he could catch him on foot so you could take the car home. As you return, Liu offers you an apologic smile.
"Hey, would you be fine heading home yourself? I have more work out for me than I thought. I'll make it up to you as soon as I get home."
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okay...couple things.
Are those the real lyrics? I thought it was “do you believe in love after love after love?” Holy shit, ive had it wrong for 50 years.
This reminds me of that Buffy episode where she has to kill her college roommate because she listens to this song and irons her blue jeans.
We had this song on the Muzak at work and every day at noon was the Cher/Abba hour and I complained to HR it was like being tortured at Guantanamo Bay having to hear these songs EVERY FUCKING DAY.
She was good in Silkwood and I can appreciate the 70s variety show shit to an extent but other than that, I just dont get Cher.
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In Person (1966-1968), a CBC Television variety show, featured a performance by Lorne Michaels on April 27, 1968.
Nearly everyone involved in this Toronto program moved south and quickly took over the American television comedy scene.
Back in 1966, In Person featured a young Canadian comedian named Rich Little. He was well on his way to becoming an American sensation when he returned to host the program in 1967.
In Person was frequently hosted by Alan Hamel, a comic performer turned Canadian talk show host - who became best known as Mr. Suzanne Somers.
In Person was a good show for comedians. Filmed at the CBC studio, it featured several comedians doing stand-up over one and a half seasons - Henny Youngman. Flip Wilson, and Canadian comic Dave Broadfoot were among them.
In Person was produced and directed by Mark Warren, the only Black television director working in Canada at the time. Warren moved to Hollywood where George Schlatter hired him to direct Laugh-In.
In Person was written by Allan Blye. He too would leave Toronto for Hollywood. He became the executive producer of the Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour at the height of its popularity, and then teamed with Bob Einstein to produce dozens of comedy shows and specials for people like Pat Paulsen and Redd Foxx.
In Person aired on CBC Television every Saturday night after Hockey Night in Canada from 1966 to 1968.
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Cher and Redd Foxx on Cher’s variety show in 1975.
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Cher backstage at the Royal Variety Performance / The Graham Norton Show
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The Silence of the Next Universe
When we finally build a window to the next universe over, no one will speak to us there. Dr. Camry had a hard time convincing anyone it was even that. Skeptics said she was pointing it in the wrong direction—gazing out into the next solar system or snagging on an old tv show transmission. She had to record it for weeks, tearing her hair out and pointing at the screen and everything that looked like our universe, but wasn’t. The dust settled more slowly. The light refracted more brightly. The people walked with a sloping gate of one extra vertebra.
They look like us. We think they’re human, human in their own sense. And they won’t talk to us.
We motion and hand signal and tap on the walls and flash morse code at them, holding up letters to the screen and slowly mouthing the alphabet. Newer interns point at themselves and yell their own names, louder and louder like that might break the distance between dimensions through yelling. The residents of the next universe walk on. Some older scientists attempt conversation using color theory and wolf howls—just in case, you know? Just in case they howl like wolves, I suppose.
Desperation breeds fools of everyone and Dr. Camry’s team dearly wants that Nebula Prize. I do too.
We know they see us—the people who are not quiet people—their brows pinch together, and their lips purse and they walk a little faster. The screen is in some kind of hallway. There are gray walls of wide smooth panels and corner-less ceilings, a modernistic sensibility for the palette of someone partial to drinking unsweetened cereal milk.
At the very least, we’ve determined what kind of space the window is pointed to, it's some kind of communal corridor. Who builds an interdimensional flatscreen in an indoor crosswalk is the next question, but at least there’s a variety of people (who are like us, but not). Families with fathers and mothers holding strangely gangling toddles pass by along with people in red blazers going to work or grandmas in fleecy sweaters getting home from the store or early morning joggers passing toward stairwells or gyms with sweat-slicked foreheads.
We’ve never seen their shoes which somehow bothers me.
There is something familiar about their angular outfits and chin-length bobs, something I could imagine coming into style in our universe in maybe 10 or 20 years. And they won’t talk to us. They don’t even want to look at us.
Most nights, I dream of windows. When my shift ends and I leave our watch room which feels tinier and tinier by the day, and lie down for the mandatory rest, there are windows. Windows that open into skies blue as dreams or else clouds purpling at the edges or a watery green color I haven’t imagined yet. Birds that float instead of fly, cobbled streets and pools and people that tell me their name. Tell me your name.
They whisper back, Welcome, hello, we’ve been waiting for you.
Still, the days string together, and they don’t say that.
We’ve determined they can hear us even if they must keep the volume on low or whatever else they do to ignore us when we’re playing elephant trumpeting or whale noises directly into their universe. We play the classics at first, orchestra performances and opera singers.
Now, after everything and all the write-offs of a failed project, I play love songs. Pop music on missing your baby, Christmas classics, and weepy waifs singing about broken hearts. We dance sometimes and write in our notes: They seem to like Cher.
There’s a blonde in the next universe over, tired-looking and walks at a speed of a small tractor that flattens fields in its wake. She looks at us sometimes when we play music, and I dream about that too.
I play the love songs a little louder, just in case they don’t howl like wolves, but also have music about wanting to be with you tonight.
Still, the people in the next universe over don't talk to us—even after we found them, begged them, cried out to them. Even after they built their own screen first. We found their frequency, Dr. Camry to tuned into it all those years ago, and they built that screen. Or at least, that’s what we assumed.
I was there on our last shift.
I was humming along to a Dark District ballad called Love that Only Grows—modern music which would make old Dr. Louis excommunicate me from every science convention into the outer districts.
The blonde appears, the one that walks like she has somewhere to be or else something to get away from. We call her Lady B, just as have nicknames for the old man called Whiskers Laury and the woman with smudged mascara we call Divorced Juliet.
Lady B glances toward the screen. I maybe smile a little dopily and sing louder, “she’s a flower, a bloom, a love that only grows!”
Lady B’s eyebrows skyrocket. She wobbles in place and straightens up with her spine with an extra vertebra. Maybe they have the exact same song in their universe. Or maybe I finally sang loud enough.
My heart squeezes and her eyes meet mine. They are brown like oak trees (do they have oak trees?) and lashes long enough to make wishes on (I hope they have wishes in that universe). Her pupils expand slightly and her eyes are just like ours.
I smile; she doesn’t smile back. She nods, one small jerk of her head, eyes fixed on something behind us. Behind us. And then she’s gone. She must have ducked or ran or I blinked too long, but it almost seems like a magic trick, there one moment and gone the next.
And perhaps they have altruism in the next universe over.
I am still high on everything about the way her eyes caught on me when I turn. My smile slowly falls. There something behind us. Caught in the glass of the far door there is a glowing faint reflection. A reflection that’s maybe always been there-- on their screen, or just beyond our own, or in every screen in all the universes. There isn’t a hallway in that reflection of people who are like us but not, or a reflection of our tiny dark room with papers spread out and my own slack face. It doesn’t blink.
An eye peers back.
Staring from within the reflection, large, singular, unblinking and yellow as moons and dogs and smoggy morning air. Robotic in ways, utterly unreal. We realize too late that perhaps all those people we’ve tried to talk have already met other universes. We realize, too late, too late, that maybe it isn’t us they don’t want to talk to.
We realize, too late, they didn’t build that screen.
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Raquel Welch and Cher on her 1975 variety show "Cher!"
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Something a little different today, if you don't mind. I unearthed this relic last night. From Murray Katzen Records, part of Murray Katzen Productions, the creator of the classic sci-fi tv show, Spacetime Sally, if you're here, you're probably familiar.
I present to you 1970s garage rock band, The Reverend, His Minions, and Me and their debut 5-song EP 'This Generous Empty Offering' - here's a youtube link with song chapters, if you'd prefer.
Read more below...
Murray Katzen, producer of the original Spacetime Sally wanted some of that variety show money in the heyday of the 70s. Sonny & Cher. Tony Orlando & Dawn. The Osmonds. The Brady Kids. SId and Marty Krofft even had a Bay City Rollers Saturday morning variety show.
Katzen also wanted that Partridge Family action. He also saw how the kids loved the music interludes in the Scooby-Doo cartoons. I certainly didn't. You know, all of a sudden there'd be a montage of the gang being chased through an abandoned haunted factory/fairgrounds/mansion and that hippy music would kick on, "Sha-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na" and they'd run through all the doorways in a hallway multiple times.
Anyway, The Reverend, His Minions, and Me, was Katzen's ticket into the music world. They recorded this EP, This Generous Empty Offering, and they imploded, leaving Katzen with some nasty debt and a further tarnished reputation.
Track 2, Fantastic Starlight, was written for the Spacetime Sally show, but never used and unfortunately shelved.
The more you know.
#music#garage rock#psychedelic funk#psychedelic rock#70s rock#1970s rock#concept album#pop rock#pop music#art#artwork#ai art#ai artwork#ai music#funk#70s funk
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could you say what happens in the time machine? i really want to watch it but im flat broke rn.
also only just saw this sorry! this is gonna be a summary of the entire show, so if you don't want spoilers then don't keep reading.
so basically it's about three people who are trying to put on a new groundbreaking version of the time machine. one of these people is dave wells, the great great grandson of h.g wells. his production of the show is not just supposed to be a straight production, but also provide evidence that h.g wells actually did figure out how to time travel. he and his two coworkers, amy and michael, create a piece that is a mismatch of scenes from the novel, evidence of h.g wells's time travelling experiences, lessons on how time travel works, and recreations of how they created the show itself (and also cher songs). at the end of act 1, dave realises that their prop time machine, which was actually h.g wells's lecturing chair, actually IS the time machine, as he tries to use it for the scene where the time traveler goes into the future, but keeps accidentally travelling back to the beginning of the scene. after repeating the scene many times, with amy and michael unaware of the time travelling happening and dave trying to figure out what's going on with the chair, michael accidentally gets stabbed with the knife they believed to be a prop, but he had forgotten to switch out. as michael dies, dave has the idea to go back in time and fix it so that he never does.
in act 2, amy and michael are doing the beginning of act 1 again, seemingly unaware of the fact that the audience have already seen this. dave appears and interrupts, not in costume, and the audience finds out that he's been time traveling for a while now, constantly repeating the play in an effort to save michael to the point where he knows exactly what amy and michael will say. he explains to amy and michael no matter what he does, michael always dies, even if not in the exact same way, because the laws of time mean that you cannot go back in time to save or destroy a persons existence. amy, in an effort to prove him wrong, sarcastically goes to try out the machine, and time travels and sees all of the possibilities of michael's death. amy comes up with the idea to contact the future, as they will have the technology to better understand the space-time continuum and may have a way to save michael. they get an audience member to write a letter to their university to put in a time capsule, with the phone number of a different audience member's phone (which they keep on stage), so that the scientists from the future can use their fancy technology to call them during the show. to pass the time while they wait for the phone call from the future, they do a variety of activities, including but not limited to michael going on a date with an audience member, quickly running some scenes from the time machine, and an 'importance of being earnest' hip hip dance mashup. with two minutes remaining until michael's death and the phone still not having rung, michael gets angry with his situation and destroys the time machine to save the rest of humanity, but this means that dave and amy will be unable to go back in time and try and save him again, meaning this will be the last time they ever see him. as the seconds count down, they brace themselves, but as the time passes and michael doesn't die, they finally receive the phone call. the scientist explains that destroying the time machine bought them a few minutes, and after some confusion over an instruction, they manage to save michael from being crushed by the falling set. the end!
it's a very fun show in my opinion, it's not an overly high quality piece of theatre or anything, but if you're willing to embrace the silliness, i highly recommend it! you can buy or rent it from the original theatre website (or if you dm me i do have the recordings of it). hope that made at least a smidgen of sense, it's a hard show to summarise ahaha.
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Your posts make me smile so big like this :} love transfem Cici so much..do u have any headcanons for like…pieces of media she was exposed to as a young kid that really stuck with her gender-wise? Anything that “cracked her egg” as a sheltered little gal? I love thinking abt how the Emeritus kids were raised in the church and think there’s a looot of room for gender speculation there for Cici…:}
ough glad you enjoy her! i love this gal. and i love this question, which i am normal about.
so for general childhood media consumption, personally i'm a big fan of like. starting by taking the things that tf said influenced her as a character and just assuming those were the things she was watching (assuming she watched much media at all). so i think it's very funny to say that she had access to like. dracula and the old pink panther movies and very little else (which informed her entire perception of "well these guys must be how people WANT me to act").
but moving into the egg-cracking stuff, i think the only movie she quotes in chapter 12 that she's actually seen is who framed roger rabbit. i don't know when she would've seen it, exactly, since she would've been like what, 18 when it came out, but that definitely had some kind of effect, since deep down i think she's always wanted to be a swanky club singer.
for earlier stuff, i think secret of nimh, for sure. popular hc choice, but i think it's for good reason. rodent girl awakening. it's out when she's like 12, so that tracks, too. bedknobs and broomsticks has that extremely valuable (yet rare) witch representation alongside furry representation.
but the bulk of how i imagine her Formative Media Influences are live action things that would have been realistically on or available around her childhood years and would have also elicited gender awakenings. for movies, i think sweet charity (1969) probably hits the most like, "oh my god, this is SO the kind of goofy lady she'd want to be" to me, but other stuff like cabaret, my fair lady, all that's fair game too. i think mae west has achieved ghost sainthood in imperator's eyes, so probably her too.
in terms of tv, she kinda grew up in the golden age of funny women with variety shows. the cher show, the carol burnett show. i think it's reasonable to assume imperator would've had that kinda stuff playing often enough, so cici probably watched a loooot of tv with glitzy musical numbers and comedy sketches. and i do think she would THRIVE as a variety show hostess, to the point where if i think about it too long i stop being able to breathe. it makes sense, to me, for this to be a long-held childhood dream of hers that she wants to go live out after she transitions + leaves the ministry.
#ask#anon#i think chitty chitty bang bang is a horrible experience every child should have. unsure what the impact of that one would be on her.#so i didn't categorize it anywhere here.#and then there's the whole ballet-school-hc thing so. ballet ladies (various) are also a big part of it.#anyway the variety show thing is a strong opinion i share with al that will ultimately become relevant when—No I Shan't Say.#copiaposting
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What are the scenes/sequences that have really impacted you on shows/movies? It can be anything that might have blown you away, like an epic and large-scale scene, something with phenomenal acting, a strong text, monologues, montages or even something simple and ordinary but that for some reason stuck with you. P.S. If it's going to exceed Tumblr limits, you don't need to write a full breakdown, you can just list them. :)
Haha it's not the text that exceeds Tumblr limits, it's the gifs ;)
I'll start with links to videos no one watches, but there are only five, so.
This isn't the actual scene I have in mind but it'll work because Lovers Rock in general moved me in a way that only one other thing - a play - did because it captures a very Jamaican/Caribbean diaspora experience and I'm not British and this takes place in the 80s and I wasn't alive then, but there is a lot of crossover between the diaspora in Canada and the diaspora in England so when I watched Lovers Rock, I felt seen, like seen in a way American content can't do for me.
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Viola Davis' monologue in Fences is self-explanatory. This is acting.
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So, I didn't get the fuss over Sebastian Stan for a very long time. I'd seen him in Gossip Girl and OUAT and whatever Marvel movies I'd watched and was like, he's just a guy. Then I saw I, Tonya. And I was like, Oh! He's an actor. And it was also the movie I realized that Margot Robbie was versatile and I had seen her in, like, five different things before this and thought it was a different person each time. So, this scene has stuck with me.
Unfortunately, there isn't a video yet that just has all of the siblings reacting to Logan's death but this was just a master class in acting
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I have said repeatedly that I wish I'd written this movie (yes, it's a remake), this scene is just great, great dialogue that they both handled really well and Tom Hanks did a great job being such a dick. This movie got my blood pressure up as a CHILD.
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The rest will be in gifs and these scenes impacted me for a variety of reasons, some just an emotional impact, some I found visually stunning, some are about the script, some are about theme but all require more context than the gif
OK I just have to say, when I tell you, as a kid, I thought this was the MEANEST thing you could say to someone because of Cher's reaction. I fucking love this movie.
I seemed to have focused mostly on movies in this post. Maybe I'll do TV in another if there's interest.
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