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November 30, 1999
Something Blue aired for BTVS season 4, episode 9. For the first time, Buffy and Spike kiss. Repeatedly. Because of magic, only because of the magic.
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(mod note: Willow's magic didn't require Spike and Buffy to kiss.)
#btvs#ep: 4x09 something blue#spike#buffy summers#buffy x spike#spuffy#month: november#date: 30#year: 1999
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Gates McFadden teaches at the Stella Academy, Hamburg (1999).
#gates mcfadden#type: photograph#media: teaching#year: 1999#Stella academy#beverly crusher#star trek
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Summer of Sam (1999) dir. Spike Lee
#elvismentions#elvis#elvis presley#summer of sam#summer of sam (1999)#spike lee#a spike lee joint#movies#90s movies#90s cinema#1990s#year: 1999#movie#screencaps#on this day
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girl names
Sam would be lying if he said he never thought about having children one day. He did think about it. As a matter of fact, there was a time when he thought about it a lot.
It seems almost funny now. To remember that once, as a teenager, he swore to high heaven that he and Steph Armstrong would be together forever. They’d be a brand new family with brand new rules, and no parent would love or praise any child more than another. They’d have a bunch of kids. As many as Steph was willing to carry. They’d have a bunch of kids, and they’d be happy, teaching them how to love themselves and each other. Maybe they’d even be like the Von Trapp Family Singers, without all the fleeing from evil dictatorships. It’s not the best reference Sam’s ever come up with, but he’s under a lot of pressure. He’s under a lot of pain.
One would think that after fourteen years since he and Steph broke up over the phone, he’d be able to stop thinking about her and how he fucked everything up. But that would be too easy. She haunts him most days, and that’s to say nothing of all the times they still find each other, the occasional night they’ll still spend together. It always flames out, but Sam knows it doesn’t have to. Why else would he be lying awake at night at the end of the century, thinking about how they used to lie here together and plan for the world?
Their boy names were etched in stone. George Bailey Doyle and Matt Garth Doyle, after It’s a Wonderful Life and Red River, two movies they always watched whenever they came on TV. It was the girl names that were always in flux. Sam was a big fan of Beatles girls. Probably because that’s what he knew with Sadie, Lucy, and eventually, Elenore. His favorite was always Julia. It sounded like a name for a girl who should always descend a spiral staircase. Julia, Julia.
Steph liked trendier names. Sam remembers because it always sort of pissed him off. He said he couldn’t imagine having a daughter named Tiffany or Madison because those names wouldn’t age well. He couldn’t imagine Tiffany Doyle ever being anyone’s grandmother. Steph was a good sport about that. It always made her laugh. She asked him once if they could compromise with Audrey. Sam liked that one. He’s thinking now maybe it was his real favorite.
He’s not sure why girl names are keeping him up at night in 1999. Something tells him he should need one.
He falls asleep before he can think of a good reason.
(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 2!)
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kick drum
Chris wasn’t worried for a second. Blair, superstitious as ever, was terrified that the second they started trying to have a baby, she’d never be able to get pregnant again. It probably took a night of trying. Maybe two. Unheard of for most people, but then, he and Blair have never been most people. Just two people.
They found out they were having a girl at one of the last possible seconds. Blair still didn’t believe it. When she and Chris were thirteen, they went to this fortune teller who told Blair that her firstborn would be a boy, and she would give him a biblical name. Chris humored her on that one, just a little bit. If they ended up having a boy, after all, they’d name him Philip. And if the ultrasound was right, and they had a girl, they’d name her Faye.
Faye Dean Egan comes singing into the world at 4:55 AM on January 8, 1999, just one day before her Uncle Luke’s twenty-seventh birthday. When he heard they were going to be birthday buddies, Luke and Eliza flew all the way from Detroit Metro to General Mitchell, despite their unabiding hatred for Wisconsin.
“I don’t even care that this state gets no sunshine, and the only activity is beer cheese,” Eliza says, leaning up against the vending machine in the waiting room. “Not today. No one else showed up for you. I mean, Blair, but she’s a little occupied.”
“Eliza gets it,” Luke explains. “Blair’s folks are here, and so is her sister … but you … you need a brother.”
Chris smiles. He wouldn’t have said it himself, but that’s the thing about Luke. You don’t have to say what you’re feeling. He figures it out.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Chris says. “Both of you.”
A nurse runs into the waiting room like a chicken with her head cut off. Same nurse that was in the room with Blair earlier. She nearly pulls Chris down the hall by his collar.
“Dad, we’re making our way into delivery, and you’ve gotta be ready,” she says.
Chris swallows hard. He didn’t want to leave Blair’s side at all, but when they heard that Luke was there, she insisted Chris go and see him. A man needs a brother, she said, and it seemed profound in the moment. He looks at Luke, who can’t stop grinning.
“Go on,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The words are strangely enough to buoy him through watching Blair in that much pain. She’s tough, but even she couldn’t put Ripley to shame. But if Luke’s not going anywhere, Chris can take a page from his book. He’s not going anywhere either. Even if it kills him to watch Blair grit her teeth like that, he is not moving.
And when they clean her up – baby Faye, a girl, just like ultrasound said – Chris really isn’t going anywhere. He hears Blair almost crying from her bed (“You’re a dad! You’re a dad!”), but he can’t stop staring at the peachy bundle in his arms. Can’t stop feeling the tiny heartbeat. A little kick drum. A little peachy kick drum. Somehow, she even smells like peaches, but Chris is pretty sure that’s the synesthesia that made him so weird in kindergarten. He laughs. Maybe she’ll be weird, too. Little baby Faye. Faybee.
“Hi,” he says, surprising himself with how calm he is. “I’m your dad. Well, I’m Chris, but I’m also your dad. Both are important.”
“Chris,” Blair says. “You’re being pedantic.”
“You already got to introduce yourself to our daughter, and you were way weirder about it. You quoted Mary Shelley. I can say my first name. Drink your juice.”
Blair tips a plastic glass of Sprite and cranberry juice like a toast.
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you more.”
He looks back down at Faye, who’s just beginning to open her eyes. They look blue, maybe green, which the doctor warned them about. Lots of babies have blue eyes when they’re born, but if they’ve got the brown-eyed gene, they’ll get there. Faye is supposed to be brown-eyed, and Chris can’t wait to love a brown-eyed girl.
“And I love you,” he says to Faye. “I’m going to love you forever. Longer than that. I promise that whenever you’re happy, I’ll be thrilled. And whenever you’re hurt, I’ll be there to pick you up. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Somehow, he knows Faye understands.
Luke and Eliza make their way into the room after a little while. Eliza asks Blair some terrified questions about what it’s like to give birth, which Blair, less than three hours postpartum, is in no mood to answer. Chris sits in a chair with Faye on his lap when Luke’s shadow looms over him. He looks up. Luke. Always a little bit taller.
“Is it OK if I hold her?” Luke asks.
Chris nods.
“Sure,” he says. “You know how to be careful?”
“I’m a doctor.”
“You’re an endocrinologist.”
“Yeah, but I’m still a doctor. Let me meet my niece.”
Chris laughs and hands little Faybee over to her uncle. Something happens, like a flash, a real connection between them. Chris understands. Luke makes connections with everybody. He’d befriend a mailbox if he thought it looked nice enough. Makes sense he’d befriend his own niece.
“I hope you like yellow cake with chocolate buttercream,” Luke says. “I think we’re gonna have to split a cake from now on, birthday buddy.”
Faye looks up at him like she understands exactly what he says. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she did – Blair and Chris’s kid, after all.
“Of course, your mommy and daddy insist on moving farther and farther away every few years, so you’ll probably always have your own cake,” Luke says.
“And you’re born two weeks after Christmas,” Chris says. “We’ll do our best with that one.”
“Don’t worry, kid. Between your parents and your aunt and uncle here, you’re covered. And you haven’t even met your other aunts.”
Chris almost forgot that Amy’s having a baby in two months, sometime around his own birthday. But he probably won’t fly to Detroit Metro for that.
Luke looks at Chris almost like he doesn’t recognize him.
“It’s funny,” he says. “I never would have pictured you being a dad before me.”
Chris shrugs. Truth be told, he never would have thought of it, either. Luke did everything first. Learned how to ride a bike, kiss a girl, hold down a relationship, graduate college, become a doctor … Luke did it all first, and he did it all well. Chris was just the bumbling idiot in his shadow.
Except for now.
Something tells him he’s going to be a good dad. He knows exactly what not to do.
“You’ve been busy,” Chris says. “Medical school is no joke.”
“Yeah, but neither is your program,” Luke says. “I know I joke around that you just sit around and write all day, but when I see how slow it is … and all those papers you have to grade. It’s not a joke. And now …”
He looks down at Faye, the most perfect girl in the world.
“And now you’ve got her,” Luke says. “She’s amazing.”
“I know,” Chris says. “She looks like Blair.”
“Yeah, she kinda does, doesn’t she?”
“Luke!” Blair shouts from the bed. “You’ve spent more time with my daughter than I have. Bring her over to me. This is not a request. This is a demand.”
“Just one second, Blair,” Luke says. “I want to tell her something.”
“Make it quick!”
Luke looks down at Faye and grins.
“You can count on me,” he says. “Whenever we’re together, I’m looking out for you. You never have to worry. You can count on me.”
Faye gurgles her approval. As Luke walks her back over to Blair, Chris stands in the corner of the room and thinks for a little while. Luke’s right. It’s not even a lofty promise for Faye to know she can always count on him. Luke’s there. He picks up the pieces before you notice they’re on the ground. He flies to a city he hates just so you don’t feel alone at the hospital. And Chris knows he would have been OK if Luke and Eliza hadn’t flown in at midnight tonight. He’d have been there with his family – Blair and Faye, the family he made, the family he wanted even when he was a rich kid with his own Ford Galaxie. But it’s nice. A man needs a brother.
And a niece needs her uncle.
#drabble#writeblr#ch: chris egan#ch: luke egan#ch: eliza murphy#ch: blair donnelly#ch: faye egan#year: 1999
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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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Celebrity Sleuth (1999)
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I will just watch this on a loop and call it microdosing serotonin.
#nia long#melissa de sousa#regina hall#sanaa lathan#'come on nini' 🥺#the best man#the best man 1999#the best man holiday#the best man the final chapters#Black actresses#let me go drink some water#and buy some supplements#fuck looking this good in twenty years#i won't even have this much energy in twenty years at this rate
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February 9, 1999
Bad Girls aired for BTVS season 3, episode 14. This was the first appearance of Buffy's new watcher, Wesley Wyndham Pryce. The bulk of the episode features Buffy and Faith together. They patrol, talk shit about Wesley, Faith convinces Buffy to ditch school, they slay, they go dancing at the Bronze, they shoplift, they get arrested, they escape, Faith and Buffy leave Willow behind when they go patrol, and Buffy talks to Faith while Faith hand washes some clothing.
The Bronze dance scene was later used a reference for the animated series X-Men Evolution (2000), where Rogue and Kitty dance. Rogue "copies" Faith and Kitty "copies" Buffy. (Gif evidence here, but warning that there are a lot of flashing lights in the link.)
#btvs#ep: 3x14 bad girls#buffy summers#faith lehane#faith x buffy#fuffy#wesley wyndham pryce#sorry wesley does not get a photo#month: february#date: 09#year: 1999
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Gates McFadden - FedCon VII (1999)
#gates mcfadden#beverly crusher#star trek#media: tng#star trek: the next generation#dr crusher#star trek tng#st:tng#tng#type: gifs#year: 1999#type: convention#FedCon VII#link in title
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I GOT A FIGHT CLUB DVD REVIEW MAGAZINE FROM 2000!!!
#sorry i had to show this off#ITS SO FUCKING COOL#SCREAMING AND CRYING OVER THIS#it’s nearly 24 year old and it’s literally MINT condition too#i also got a fight club pin this week!!!#fight club#tyler durden#the narrator#fight club 1999#david fincher#magazine
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deerskin
Sometimes, Sam feels like a deer skin rug. All split open and splayed out. Beautiful to look at, maybe, depending on who you are. But vulnerable. A sign that somebody took you down before you even had a chance to fight.
And he’s not stupid, nor is it the first time he’s had a thought like this. He knows he’s his own worst enemy. Whatever that guy from Lit thinks of himself, Sam has done worse, tenfold. He tries his best not to hurt other people on the warpath, the warpath against himself, what he’s supposed to be. He doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. He doesn’t even really want that for himself.
For just a few minutes, Sam just wants everyone else to stop looking.
From the day he was born, it was like everybody had all these expectations for him. They could tell he was smart right away, so they started talking about careers. Doctor. Lawyer. Astronaut, if he turns out to be really adventurous. When he grew up a little, and he loved music, the careers changed. Musician. Music journalist. Music teacher, maybe, but only if the other two things don’t work out. Everybody had their own ideas about who Sam was supposed to be. Everybody wanted to pin him down and dissect him until he looked like the version of him that they wanted in the world.
By the time he moved out of his parents’ house, he may have overcorrected, just a bit.
Now that he’s thirty-two, Sam knows he probably wouldn’t have hated college. It might have been cool to learn more about literature and history and all different kinds of art. Every time he brings it up in front of Professor Lucy, she says it’s never too late to go back, but Sam’s pretty sure it’s too late for him. He’s made his choices. He’s made a lot of them. Sometimes, he’s not sure whether to call them mistakes.
It’s funny, he thinks as he opens up his record store for the day. Could I have been more than this? Is this an average life? Did I want one of those?
Or was he afraid of the alternative?
Most days, Sam feels like he’s crawling over the world on his stomach. He picks up all sorts of things under there. Some good, some bad. Some that really hurt him. But he keeps them all inside. Fillings. Just shows his trappings to the world. And he knows his trappings are beautiful. After all, they’ve trapped so many beautiful people before. So many wonderful people. Steph. Eddie. Valerie. Hazel. All gone. All moved on to something that isn’t trying to be average, isn’t trying to be beautiful.
He flips the OPEN sign around.
And he keeps his trappings up.
(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day xvii!)
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fluffy middle age women yuri
↓ portrait close up ↓
#reverse 1999#reverse1999#r1999#madam z x tooth fairy#tootz#reverse 1999 tooth fairy#reverse 1999 madam z#artists on tumblr#wlw#everyday i’m ignoring the fact that tooth fairy is only 25#i’m 2 years younger than her……#she has a mind of tired middle aged woman with motherly nature#and so does zhang
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happy new year 🎉
#x/1999#x1999#kamui shirou#fuuma monou#clamp#clamplove#fuukam#art#i think this is it guys i think this is our year <- delusional
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THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
#happy 25 years to my favorite movie i love you the mummy 1999 <3#themummyedit#horroredit#horrorgifs#filmgifs#moviegifs#mummyedit#the mummy#the mummy 1999#mine#gif:mine#gif:themummy#body horror
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November 23, 1999
Pangs aired for BTVS season 4, episode 8. In this Thanksgiving holiday focused episode, Buffy makes a bear. This was also the first time that Spike and Anya meet.
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