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Conan O'Brien on Hot Ones

"Conan O'Brien Needs a Doctor While Eating Spicy Wings", 4/11/24

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Conan O’Brien is spotted in Norway working on his new HBO show😍

#conan o'brien #conan #hbo max #conan without borders

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williambanks_: Happy October Month 🎃Conan O’Brien does the #HumpsnatchChallenge I wrote this joke for a late night comedy class in college. My professor told me it didn’t make any sense.. OK then please explain that to one of my best friends @ConanOBrien

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Conan in NC as a guest in the Comedy Bang Bang podcast

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SIR

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Conan O’Brien on the Jon Stewart Show (1994)

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Five-Timers Club - Saturday Night Live 2.26.22

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fuckyeahlatenighthosts:

this pic took me forever to find.

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What a babe😍

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She has to see the school shrink. She’s completely obsessed with Conan O'Brien.

SUGAR & SPICE (2001) dir. Francine McDougall

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Fandom is watching a six part documentary about Lincoln because Conan is in it for maybe ten minutes😂

He looks so damn good though😭

Worth it🔥

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My boy at one of his shticks and being extra

Me the whole time:

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Conan O’Brien being chaotic at the 2021 Emmy Awards

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New Fic: City Of Love (Explicit)

Fandom: Conan O'Brien RPF

Relationship: Conan O'Brien/Original Female Character

Summary: While filming a new episode of 'Conan Without Borders' in France, Conan and his assistant Zoey admit their long-held feelings for one another.

Requested by @conandooo

City Of Love-DRHPaints on AO3-Link to collected works in bio!

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Reflecting on the 'Conan' Finale

TW: Suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, eating disorder, weight loss, surgery, mental illness

As the last episode of ‘Conan’ airs tonight on TBS, I’m looking back on all this jolly ginger giant means to me. In truth, he saved my life countless times and I owe him more than I could ever say. But, with that in mind, here are (more than) a few words about my beloved Conan O’Brien…

As a young fan of Conan, he was always a fixture in my life. Constantly entertaining and hilarious, shaping my comic sensibilities and providing endless episodes of mirth from childhood onward.

But it wasn’t until a year and a half ago that I came to truly rely on Conan. In December of 2019 I received the news that I would not be able to get bottom surgery. As it turns out, I have a circulation issue in my arms that prevents them from being used as donor sites for phalloplasty.

Now, any folks reading this familiar with the process may be wondering, “Well, why didn’t they just use a different donor site? Like the thigh?” Answer: because of my weight. Leading up to 2019 I spent two years arduously losing 100 pounds in preparation for surgery. Only to find out if they wanted to use the thigh/groin area for donor flaps, I would need to lose ANOTHER 75 pounds, and at that point my body refused to shed any more weight without resorting to unhealthy extremes.

After working so hard, overcoming my eating disorder, painstakingly exercising and making wise choices regarding my food intake for two whole years, only to discover I would never be able to reach my goal; I broke down. I thought I could never become the man I wanted to be if I couldn’t have a penis. I started eating. Furiously. And I gave up on everything else.

In February of 2020, feeling useless and outlook bleak, I decided to take my own life. Wrote the letters, gathered the pills. But then, and I’m not sure why, the night before I planned to drive out to my mother’s grave to complete my plan, I started watching an old Conan clip. And then another. And then another.

And I laughed. Really laughed. For the first time in weeks, months. And it felt good. I felt a little better. So I thought, “Maybe not today. Maybe tomorrow…”

And that thought continued. Maybe it wasn’t the most functional coping mechanism, but I watched Conan clips for 14+ hours, everyday, and they kept me alive. And then in June, I started writing Conan fan fiction. And in July, meandered my way back onto Tumblr, where I unearthed a Conan discord, and some fellow fans. And for the first time in years, I now have friends. Many friends. People who I can count on when things are hard. Real people. Not just images on a screen or characters in a book. And I don’t know how to express my thankfulness, but I hope you all know how much I love you.

And writing for Conan, and Bill, has brought some semblance of peace with my body. Not completely, but I’m getting there. For these brilliant and beautiful men elicit great pleasure, and I somewhat reluctantly acknowledge that yes, this part of my anatomy exists and performs these functions which feel so delightful. So with each passing fic, it gets a little easier. The sting fades. I do not need phalloplasty to be a man. I am the man I wanted to be all along.

So thanks to Conan. For everything. For being utterly goofy, gangly, and gorgeous. I will forever be grateful and in love with my ginger smokeshow❤️