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elvismentions · 1 year

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Men in Black (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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on-this-day-btvs · 6 months

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October 27, 1997

Halloween aired for BTVS season 2, episode 6. This was the first appearance of two minor characters. Ethan Rayne (left) is a local costume shop owner. Larry Blaisdell (right) is a football player at Sunnydale High. Ethan is played by Robin Sachs and is in four episodes total. Larry Blaisdell is played by Larry Bagby and is in five episodes total.

#btvs #ep: 2x06 halloween #month: october #ethan rayne #larry blaisdell #date: 27 #year: 1997 #robin sachs #larry bagby

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motownfiction · 7 months

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lonely boy

Sadie gets it in her head that her son, Michael, is a lonely boy.

She first wonders about it when he’s in the first grade. She volunteers to pass out candy for the Halloween party in his class, and when the students arrive at the cafeteria, Sadie immediately notices that Michael isn’t walking in with anyone. He isn’t flanked by friends on either side like she and Daniel were at that age. He doesn’t even make small talk with any of the other kids. He’s just there. Michael. Dressed as a Power Ranger with one of Daniel’s ties because he was afraid that just being a Power Ranger would look unprofessional. Her son. If Sadie didn’t know any better, she’d swear he’d been switched at birth with her cousin Henry’s son, who was born a couple months later. Who would have thought her six-year-old boy would have the heart and soul of a forty-six-year-old accountant?

Sadie’s suspicions only grow as Michael does. By the time he’s fourteen, going into high school, he has two friends: a tall kid with Buddy Holly glasses named Freddie and a girl with a Hot Topic backpack named Megan. They sit together at lunch everyday, and sometimes, Michael even has them over to the house for studying. But they rarely talk about more than mass times acceleration. Sadie doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but holy shit. When she and Daniel were fourteen, they used to sit around with their friends and make their own music videos, toss Cheetos in each other’s faces, and barring Sam, they were all at the top of their class, too. What the hell is this?

About a year later, once high school settles in, Sadie pulls Michael aside and asks him if he’s lonely. Michael gives her a look like she just told him she doesn’t know how to add two and two.

“Why would I be lonely?” he asks. “I live with you. I hang out with Freddie and Megan.”

“Yeah, but it’s … it’s different,” Sadie says. “When your dad and I … and your uncle … we were always …”

“That was you, Mom. I’m not like that. I’m … actually, you know what? Let me show you.”

Michael leads the way into his room, and Sadie’s actually not sure what she’s about to see. If Michael was anything like Daniel, there would be a girl in the closet, hiding from parental disapproval. But instead, he just opens his laptop.

“Michael, I swear, if you’re about to show me …” Sadie says, but Michael laughs.

“Relax,” he says. “You’re my mother, and I’m not stupid. Look.”

He types something in, and before long, Sadie’s looking at a whole different world. One with elves, fire, and dragons. At least, she assumes there are probably dragons. Michael clicks around for a little while, and it doesn’t take Sadie too long to notice. They love him here. They know him. He belongs here. Here, where he isn’t lonely.

“See?” Michael says. “I’ve got you guys. I’ve got my friends. And I’ve got this. You don’t have to worry about me.”

And maybe a year ago, Sadie would have worried. Maybe she would have worried that it was bad for her son to keep to himself, that it seemed like he was too afraid to take any risks. But that’s all gone. That’s all gone when she sees the gleam in Michael’s eye.

He loves this, and he’s happy.

Sadie puts her hand on his shoulder and squeezes tightly, just once.

“I love you,” she says.

Michael doesn’t say it back. He rarely does. But when the gleam in his eye comes back, Sadie knows what he means.

(part of @nosebleedclub september challenge -- day xxv!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sadie doyle #ch: michael deluca #year: 1997 #year: 2006

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lii-arc · 8 months

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Laura Innes attends the 54th Golden Globe Awards (1997)

#year: 1997 #golden globes #laura innes #er #er tv series #kerry weaver #nbc er

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bunnyboylyricbot · 8 days

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i've loved you for a thousand years.

#song: scott pilgrim #album: predicts the future #artist: plumtree #year: 1997

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sherlock-is-ace · 8 months

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I'm still not over the fact that in the book, Aziraphale and Crowley are supposed to look 30 and 24 years old...

This is what they would look like

That's David in 1995 in The Bill and Michael in 1997 (not quite 99 like it's supposed to be) in Wilde.

Those are children! Mere babies!

#obviously their age gap doesn't quite match cause michael and david are only 2 years apart but still #also damn michael sheen cause i wanted to find a movie or tv show but in 1999 he only did voice acting lol #so 1997 was the closest #plus he played robbie ross (my beloved) which is close to aziraphale in some ways dfhfdg #and david was a criminal in the bill (i think) which goes with the demonic nature of crowley lol #ANYWAYS enjoy my silly post #angel talks #good omens #david tennant #michael sheen

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angiebowiearchive · 1 year

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Sunday Mirror (1997)

#angie bowie #angela bowie #year: 1997 #publication: sunday mirror

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sunhealings · 11 months

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A true hero isn’t measured by the size of their strength, but by the strength of their heart

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elvismentions · 1 year

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Men in Black (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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on-this-day-btvs · 5 months

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November 24, 1997

What’s My Line (Part 2) aired for BTVS season 2, episode 10. Buffy and Kendra work together to fight Spike and Drusilla. Kendra reminds Buffy: "You talk about slaying like it's a job. It's not. It's who you are."

#btvs #ep: 2x10 what's my line part two #kendra young #bianca lawson #buffy summers #month: november #date: 24 #year: 1997

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motownfiction · 26 days

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warm days with you

After Emma was born, one of Lucy’s biggest fears was that Elenore would feel left out. She was eleven then – thirteen now – and even though she’d had most of a childhood already, Lucy was nervous that she’d feel neglected just when she needed her mother the most. She keeps having visions of Elenore falling in love with the wrong kind of guy because her mother wasn’t there to tell her what to look for. She keeps having visions of Elenore hitching her wagon to the first OK-ish guy she meets. Now that she has this big crush on her best friend, Sean, Lucy sits awake at night, worried.

It’s not that Sean is a bad kid. Not at all. He’s perfectly nice. He says please and thank you, and he really seems to enjoy Elenore’s company. Always has, ever since they moved here when Elenore was in the second grade. They seem like they have a really great time together. But there’s just something about Sean that gives Lucy a little bit of pause. Maybe she’s being too harsh on him. He’s only recently turned thirteen, and it would be too much to ask him to know himself. But there’s just something there. A permanent wishy-washiness that you’re born into, that you can’t grow out of. Will says that she’s being too judgmental and unrealistic because she’s afraid of losing her eldest daughter, because she’s afraid Elenore won’t have the richly textured life that Lucy has always wanted for her (and so badly). He says Lucy got lucky with a guy like him because he got lucky enough to know her. There’s a point in there somewhere. It doesn’t negate the gnawing feeling in Lucy’s gut whenever she thinks about Elenore growing up alongside this boy who’s just OK.

Toward the end of the school year, Lucy has an idea. On a Wednesday – a day where she teaches no classes – she doesn’t wake Elenore up for school. It’s her skip day for the semester, just when she thought she wasn’t going to have one this time around. She takes her dear sweet time getting dressed and ready for a nice day with her mother. It’s the first warm day of the spring, and they have a lot to talk about.

As they walk along the street near their building, Lucy asks Elenore why she has such a crush on Sean. Just like Lucy expected (and worried), Elenore turns bright pink, and her eyes look like two pretty sequins in her head. Infatuation at its best. Same as its worst.

“Oh, Mom, he’s just so perfect,” she says. “Perfect for me, anyway. We laugh at all the same stuff. He always agrees with me. He can predict what I’m going to say. And … I don’t know, I think he has the prettiest eyes.”

“You like green eyes?” Lucy asks.

“I like Sean’s eyes.”

Lucy nods. Fair enough. Maybe she’s forgotten that Charlie, her first-ever crush, has green eyes, too. Maybe that’s a good thing.

“I know you really like him,” Lucy says. “But I also want you to know that you’re thirteen. You don’t have to like the same guy forever. You can like different guys, and you can like them at whatever pace you want.”

“But you didn’t like more than one guy,” Elenore says. “Right?”

Lucy sighs.

“No, not really,” she says. “But that was different. Daddy and I … we’re meant to be together in a way that a lot of couples aren’t. We didn’t force it. We just … we were, and we are. That’s all there is to it. It’s the kind of love you can’t explain because if you could, I’d have written three or four books about it by now.”

Elenore nods.

“OK,” she says. “So, why couldn’t I have that kind of love with Sean?”

Lucy doesn’t know how to say it nicely. So, she says it the way it comes to her mind, and she knows she’ll probably pay for it later.

“I think you’d already know by now,” she says. “By the time I was almost done with seventh grade, I knew for sure I was going to marry your dad. And not that ‘for sure’ you can force yourself to feel. I knew it like I knew basic arithmetic.”

“Which you weren’t good at.”

Lucy grits her teeth. The kid just had to go there.

“I still knew what to do with one and one,” she says. “And I still knew what to do with your father. Do you feel that way about Sean? Be honest.”

Maybe she’s being too pushy. She’s definitely being too pushy. But when she thinks about Elenore being alone, at home, nursing a broken heart with no ideas about how to get out of it, it makes her sick. It’s probably a bad thing to assume your daughter’s first real crush is going to break her heart. But there’s just something so thin about this Sean kid. Too thin for someone as substantial and strong as Elenore. There’s no one in the world like Elenore. Maybe nobody else will ever fully understand her. Maybe no one else will ever fully earn her love.

And oh, how that beautiful girl can love. When she gets your arms around you, you pray she never lets you go. It was just like that when she was a new baby, and it’s just like that today. Elenore’s embrace isn’t a normal one. It’s all her own, and she is a miracle.

It’s been about a minute, and Elenore hasn’t answered anything about Sean.

“I like the sunshine,” she says, kind of quietly.

“Yeah,” Lucy agrees. “It’s my favorite type of weather. Surprises people, I think. A lot of my colleagues assume I must be a thunderstorm kind of woman.”

“Thunderstorms are scary.”

“See, you speak my secret language.”

“Only because you taught it to me!”

Lucy laughs. Elenore has spoken her secret language since before she was even born. She’s fluent in her mother’s pauses and silences. Surely, she’ll be able to parse through a few more of them today.

“It’s my favorite thing in the world, you know,” Lucy says.

“The sun?” Elenore asks.

“Yeah. But mostly just warm days with you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy sees Elenore with a big grin on her face. Without thinking, Lucy grins to match it. They probably won’t talk about love and relationships and setting standards for the rest of the afternoon.

For now, it’s just enough to make her girl smile.

(part of @nosebleedclub march challenge -- day 30!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: elenore o'connor #dynamic: don't worship me until i've earned it #year: 1997

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echofades · 8 months

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