#Hilary Duff children

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#i love them your honor #faves #idiots the both of them #a match made in heaven #children #himyf #himyfedits #himyfedit #how i met your father #jesse x sophie #sophie x jesse #christopher lowell #hilary duff #gif #gifs #gifset #2x18 #mood #relatable #relatable gifs #relatable gif

[thanks--for--listening]

I need a performance of So Yesterday on the Reed pipes in the tv show and I need it to be at least 3 minutes I’m so serious

#it’s not a want it’s a need #let the children be properly educated on our OG 2000s Disney icon miss duff #pjo #Percy jackson #hilary duff

[nicksandslick]

wrt pjo show. i keep trying to figure out what’s Wrong With It because it doesn’t feel quite right and it’s a challenge to articulate. even beyond an allergy to action sequences (it’s a book with swordfighting and monsters! why am i listening to people talk the whole time!) and an insistence on repeating the themes out loud every 20-30 seconds (hmmm. i wonder if we’ve said that the gods are bad parents and cruel to mortals enough times this episode. let’s add in 2 more just to be safe). and dusty stick me all you want for analyzing children’s books but the og series is so interesting because it walks that line between fantasy and the real world. the whole point is that being a demigod is analogus to being a preteen/teen in that you’re straddling the worlds of childhood and adulthood, never fully belonging to either. that’s what makes it such an effective children’s series. the point of low fantasy is that it incurs on the normal world, allowing people to see the fantastical in their everyday lives. (it’s why urban fantasy took off to the extent it did in the 2000s.) people, especially young people, can carry the escapism to their real lives. children are great at imagining the magical into reality and low fantasy just capitalizes on that preexisting talent. SO the pjo books took such pains to connect the magical to the everyday. grover plays hilary duff and YMCA to do plant and tracking magic. charon loves italian suits and annoys his boss for a pay raise. percy, annabeth, and grover return gladiola the poodle to her owner to get enough money for train tickets. these details seem random and unimportant, but they create a larger framework of cultural references and humor that weaves the two “worlds” together. (part of the success of this is a strong flavor of 2005, because “culture” moved far more slowly and could be more easily referenced in books and television without being grotesquely outdated by the time of release. but that doesn’t mean we should, like, completely give up and try to create bland timeless stories. imo.) the most successful episodes for me were 1&2—the episodes where the story takes place almost entirely in the mortal world or the mythical world. episodes where the balance has to be treaded are. lacking.

#there’s more thoughts connected to this one but im trying to get it out #pjo show crit #rr crit #??? i guess???

[all-pacas]

What, exactly, went wrong with How I Met Your Mother?

On January 28th 2023, Neil Patrick Harris reprised his role as Barney Stinson for the spin off show How I Met Your Father. After the episode aired, one of the show’s creators, Isaac Apator, was interviewed by Entertainment Weekly about getting Harris on board:

Hilary [Duff] was so excited to work with Neil. […] They have so much in common — they both were these giant TV stars when they were still in middle school and now they've both fronted the How I Met series.

Hang on. What?

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How I Met Your Mother, or HIMYM, was a sitcom that ran from 2005 to 2013. While it never reached the beloved status, or ratings, of its similar precursor Friends, it was well-liked and respected, receiving decent praise, viewers, the occasional Emmy nominee — especially during its earlier seasons. It had a solid cast with great chemistry, and, with the premise of the show being that the main character, Ted, was retelling the story to his children decades later, HIMYM had the freedom to play around with its narrative, playing with non-linearity, flash backs and flash forwards, and unreliable narration, all while keeping exceptionally strong continuity from season to season. HIMYM had a solid and devoted fanbase, active fandom, and seemed primed to live a comfortable life in syndication after it came to an end in March 2014.

And then the finale aired, and things all fell apart so thoroughly, and so horribly, that it wasn’t until Game of Thrones that any show’s finale came close to betraying expectations and thumbing the eye of the majority of the viewers as HIMYM’s ending did.

The wedding of fan-favorites Barney and Robin, the focal point of much of the show, led immediately to a quick and brushed passed divorce. The friendships of ‘the gang,’ said repeatedly to be that of family and all-important, fall apart, with Robin leaving for decades and Barney quietly vanishing halfway through. The mother, perfectly cast and played by Cristin Milioti, is killed via voice over. Characters are shoved into position, relationships waved away, and in the final moments Ted and Robin, a relationship the viewers were told again and again was both impossible and would never happen… happened. And that’s a wrap.

Backlash was huge. A relatively-thriving fandom died overnight. Complaints were innumerable: The finale ruined the entire show. It came out of nowhere. It made no sense. The series creators admitted to having written it, in part, in the show’s second season, long before many of the show’s pivotal relationships and character arcs; it no longer worked in the show’s ninth. An alternative ending was cobbled together from existing footage and intentionally leaked. Carter Bays and Craig Thomas’s other projects were repeatedly rejected.

The finale had defenders, but was nearly universally panned, with even those who liked the premise finding fault in the execution. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and slap the viewers and fans in the face. It contradicted episodes and seasons before. How could anyone think it was a good idea!?

Where did the show go wrong?

#himym #how i met your mother #longform #don't be alarmed by the patreon link; none of this shit will ever be locked #it's just a convenient way to post things in one place

[hilarydiary]

20 years ago today, Hilary Duff celebrating Children's Hospital's 50th Birthday at Lollipop Radio Texas (January 10, 2004)

#hilary duff #myedits #hduffedit #appearances

[blogger360ncislarules]

Hilary Duff is paying tribute to Stan Rogow, a producer on Disney Channel‘s Lizzie McGuire, following the news of his death.

Rogow passed away on Thursday at UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, a family spokesperson confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter Saturday. He was 75.

“Writing this right now is bringing back so many distant memories of what feels like a completely different lifetime…,” Duff, who played the eponymous character in the Disney series during its two season run from 2001-2004, wrote on Instagram. “One where I had absolutely no clue where I was heading or how I was getting there, but where I had that eagerness and blind optimism that accompanies youth and your first opportunities to step up.”

Duff called Rogow a “very special person who fought for me to land a role that would change the entire course of my life.” She added, “I’m so very sad to hear of his passing today. Stan – thank you for thinking I had ‘that special thing.'”

The Disney vet concluded her note by thanking Rogow for “all of the Lizzie adventures” and for “helping create a reality I could never have dreamed of.”

As executive producer on Lizzie McGuire, Rogow earned two of his three career Emmy nominations for Outstanding Children’s Program in 2003 and 2004. His first Emmy nod came years earlier in 1982 for Outstanding Drama Series for his work on NBC’s Fame.

During his decades-long career, Rogow served as producer on a number of other notable TV series, including Shannon’s Deal, Flight 29 Down, Darcy’s Wild Life and Woke Up Dead. His film credits include All I Want for Christmas, Men of War and The Lizzie McGuire Movie, among others

#lizzie mcguire #disney channel

[chaos0pikachu]

Your post reminds me of the early 2000s when people were speculating on which Disney Channel and Nickelodeon actors were actually together IRL (which is weird enough to speculate on the romantic lives of children) and how crazy the tabloids were in general back then when it came to actors personal/romantic lives.

I think people in Western culture tend to downplay the prevalence of that behavior nowadays because it’s not as front and center as it used to be but it does still happen and a lot of the time it’s still used by studios to promote their shows. Definitely not a phenomenon unique to Asia.

Omg you just made me remember the Lindsey Lohan, Hilary Duff, Aaron Carter 'love' triangle that existed back then lmaoooo what a time

I do think western fans, particularly ones in BL/GL fandoms, are so hyper focused on those fandoms/sub-fandoms they either don't pay attention to what's happening outside of those fandoms or don't know general media history. I don't blame~~ ppl for this fandom is ultimately a hobbyist space first and foremost, but I do think it can lead to damaging assumptions about non-American/British cultures and a prevalent belief that these types of occurrences only happen in BL/GL fandoms which can - and has in my observations - lead to some xenophobic beliefs about East Asian cultures in general.

This is a bigger problem in general of xenophobia when it comes to consuming and/or engaging with non-white/non-american media like this belief that Korean media isn't horny in general isn't just something I see BL fans saying but also ppl who watch romance kdramas b/c that's their main focus, romance kdramas not Korean media in general. Which is vast and varied, and exists beyond Crash Landing Into You, Guardian, Squid Game and Parasite

(sidenote, everyone knows Bong Joon-ho for Parasite but his filmography is varied and amazing, The Host is such a clever subversive of a B monster movie and Snowpiercer is probably one of my fave films of all time and Chris Evans best on screen performance to date)

Like, I see folks saying "shipping" a lot when it comes to fans believing idk Mew and Gulf were irl dating when in my fandom experience that shit was called "tin hatting" b/c it was a conspiracy. There was a fine line difference between ppl who like just enjoyed and liked Dom and Elijah's friendship and wrote silly (even if it was sexy) fanfic about them and the ppl who literally stalked Elijah to a gay bar once b/c they legitimately believed Dom and Elijah were in a secret romance. Like way to much fandom shit, Jared and Jensen also popularized tin hatting or rather their fandom did. J2 crawled so Larries could fucking RUN. Back in the days of LiveJournal there were anon communities that had threads with 1000s of comments about how Jared and Jensen were secretly in a relationship b/c omg look at the way they act at cons! They're so touch-feely! They make innuendo jokes!

We'd call this "fan service" with a Thai acting pair and I would argue that's what Jared and Jensen were doing, fan service just in the early 00s. Idk if they still do this at cons I don't follow SPN anymore but you saw the same comments about like the 1D members. In my experience I would argue western tin hatters of western celebs are worse than what I see from BL fans even with the "fan service" or whatever b/c there's a sense of heightened conspiracy think involved. And again, it's not just for same-sex couples the actors for Outlander have been harassed by tinhats for almost as long as the show has been on (so like 8-ish years). At the height of the popularity for Scandal tin hats were saying Kerry Washington's baby was gonna come out light skinned "proving" it was her white costars (for those who don't know Kerry is a Black woman and her husband is a Black man, her former costar is a white man).

idk where I was going with all this but like, this isn't something specific to Thailand or Korea etc it's not even something specific to same sex pairings. I would argue Thailand's just learned how to monetize off people's already pre-existing lack of boundaries towards public figures.

#chaos pikachu speaks

[open-your-heart-and-your-eyes]

BIPOC PEOPLE IN THE ROCK MUSIC INDUSTRY

Post inspired by, and is an extension of this lovely post about POC emo icons by @rpf-bat. If I get anything wrong, please feel free to correct me. I’m going to try to keep the bios relatively short and sweet so I don’t write an entire essay. All my information was found from Google/Spotify search results or my pre-existing knowledge. Feel free to DM me for specific sources. Fair Use for educational purposes, no copywright infringement intended.

Acrassicauda: Iraqi metal band from Baghdad. Andy Capper and Gabi Sifre wrote Heavy Metal in Baghdad: The Story of Acrassicauda about the band’s formation and their fight to be able to play the music they love.

Booboo Stewart (Vic Lakota from The Relentless in Paradise City and American Satan, Seth Clearwater from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse, Jay from Disney’s Descendants, among many others): Blackfoot, Korean, Chinese, and Japanese.

Tom Morello (Rage Against The Machine, Audioslave, The Nightwatchman): biracial- Kenyan and white (quick side note: Morello has a bachelor’s degree in political science from Harvard, which I thought was really cool).

The HU: Mongolian metal band. They’ve worked with the likes of Jacoby Shaddix of Papa Roach (The Wolf’s Totem), Lzzy Hale of Halestorm (Song of Women), and Danny Case of From Ashes to New (Yuve Yuve Yu).

Jose “The Metal Ambassador” Mangin (radio personality/host and interviewer, Sirius XM): Mexican-American. Is often hosting on Sirius XM Octane and Liquid Metal.

Meet Me @ The Altar: Pop punk trio made up entirely of BIPOC musicians Edith Johnson (Black), Téa Campbell (Black), and Ada Juarez (Latinx). Three of their popular songs are Hit Like a Girl, Feel a Thing, and Garden.

Nandi Bushell: Zulu and white. The twelve year-old drummer has collaborated with Roman Morello, Tom Morello, Jack Black, and Greta Thunberg on Roman’s song The Children Will Rise Up! She has also played with the likes of Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters, Roger Taylor of Queen, Ringo Starr of The Beatles, and Matt Helders of The Arctic Monkeys (and likely more that I’m missing).

Joe Hahn (Linkin Park, Mr. Hahn): Korean-American. The man behind the band’s turntables and keyboard. Linkin Park’s Cure for The Itch on their album Hybrid Theory (2000) specifically highlights Hahn on the turntables within the first minute.

Ayron Jones: African-American. Jones is gaining traction in the scene. Two songs of his I’d like to note are Spinning Circles and Mercy from his 2021 album Child of the State. He has toured with the likes of Shinedown (and makes a hilarious feature in one of the band’s Tiktoks) and will tour with The Pretty Reckless and Black Stone Cherry this year.

BIPOC ICONS

Chuck Berry (The Chuck Berry Trio, Sir John’s Trio) Black. Widely successful, influential singer and guitarist known for Johnny B. Goode, You Can Never Tell, and No Particular Place To Go. Berry’s legacy is still deeply felt in his contemporaries today.

Prince (Prince and The Revolution, “The Artist Formerly Known as Prince,” 3rdeyegirl, Madhouse, 94 East, The Family) Black. Groundbreaking, inventive, and androgynous artist known for hits like When Doves Cry and Purple Rain. Prince has also written songs for others like Sinead O’Connor (Nothing Compares 2 U) and The Bangles (Manic Monday).

Jimi Hendrix (The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Band of Gypsys, Kings of Rhythm, Jimmy James and The Blue Frames): Black and Cherokee. Acknowledged by many to be one of the greatest (if not the greatest) guitarists of all time.

Slash (Guns N’ Roses, Velvet Revolver, Spinal Tap, Road Crew, and entirely too many others to list): biracial- Nigerian and white. He’s the guitarist for Guns N Roses, whose hits include (but are not limited to) Welcome to The Jungle and Sweet Child O’ Mine. He joined his bandmates of Guns N’ Roses Duff McKagan and Matt Sorum in the early 2000s to form Velvet Revolver, recruiting Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots for vocals. He continues to release music, especially with Myles Kennedy of Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators and Alter Bridge (see Driving Rain).

Robert Trujilo (Metallica, Suicidal Tendencies, Mass Mental, Infectious Grooves): Mexican and unspecified Native American descent. Trujilo replaced Jason Newsted as guitarist for Metallica, starting as a full time recording member with St. Anger (2003).

Carlos Santana (Santana): Mexican-born Latinx. A legendary guitarist, Santana’s song Smooth featuring Matchbox Twenty’s Rob Thomas is still an incredibly popular hit to this day. A prolific part of the song is Santana’s guitar work at the beginning of and throughout the song. The riff is considered to rather iconic to rock music as a genre.

Freddie Mercury (Queen): Indian Parsi, born in Zanzibar. Mercury is also considered to be an LGBTQIA+ icon by many. He was a groundbreaking and charismatic performer (not to mention his prolific appearance and fashion). His absolute powerhouse of a voice behind Queen’s innumerable hits like Bohemian Rhapsody, We Will Rock You, and We Are The Champions earned Mercury a deity-like status in both the music industry and pop culture as a whole. He continues to influence and inspire many in the decades since his death.

To all my BIPOC beauties/handsome people:

You exist in this industry. You belong. Do not let anyone in this scene erase or invalidate you.

#rock and roll #rock music #bipoc #bipoc representation #bipocartists #modern rock #metal #hard rock #queen #freddie mercury #carlos santana #santana #metallica #guns n roses #jimi hendrix #chuck berry #ayron jones #linkin park #nandi bushell #meet me at the altar #the HU #sirius xm #tom morello #rage against the machine #audioslave #american satan #paradise city #acrassicauda #poc #people of color

[yaminerua]

This one got away from me a bit yesterday and I fell behind again, haha. I might try to smush today's prompt with tomorrow's to try to catch up again.

As always, prompts are by @a-literal-toaster-wtf

Anyway Day 4's theme was Family, and I couldn't help but think of Jim and Bexley. Needless to say it does cover a bit of Lister’s pregnancy.

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The last year or so had, for lack of a better word in the English language to adequately describe it, been pretty smegging bizarre. Perhaps it hadn’t really been any stranger than the year before it, after all waking up from stasis 3 million years after you went in to find that the human race had all but petered quietly out of existence around you while you’d been frozen in time had been quite a shock on its own to say the least, but it had certainly done its best to match that level of weird and expand it to newer and more mind-boggling ranges of nonsense.

Most recently, in one of several misguided attempts to orient themselves towards Earth and find their way out of the uncharted, seemingly unpopulated vastness of deep space, the Boys from the Dwarf had wound up skipping into a parallel dimension and come face to face with versions of themselves which had been familiar in some ways but also very, very different in others.

As if that on its own hadn’t been more than enough of a dosage of strangeness to call it a day, the encounter had ended – as many ill-advised, drunken liaisons do –  with one David Lister discovering that he was somehow, impossibly, incomprehensibly, ‘up the duff’, as it were.

Sure, he had known that children were in his future, he had seen the two crying little boys with his own eyes in that brief lightspeed anomaly that had allowed him to glimpse snapshots of things that were yet to happen, but with circumstances as they had been at the time the revelation had led to much curious speculation over just how exactly it was going to come about. Lister was the last living human being after all, floating through deep space on a ship populated only by a computer, a hologram and a humanoid who had evolved from what had once, long ago, been a regular black cat. With no women on board, it had seemed only logical to assume that somewhere out there, waiting to be found, was the person who would one day be the mother of his children.

Well, he hadn’t exactly been wrong about that per se… The mother of his children had indeed been out there. He just hadn’t exactly anticipated that it would end up being himself.

Rimmer had found it absolutely hilarious when it had all first come to pass, when that final little piece of the jigsaw had fallen impeccably into place, filling in the mystery once and for all. There was something almost poetic about it in a strange way, something karmic and deeply, deeply amusing about being impregnated by your alternate universe self, and the sheer thought of it had had him snickering and guffawing at frequent intervals at Lister’s expense throughout the process of Lister’s own staggered, reluctant acceptance of his own fate.

The hilarity of it had, of course, only been short lived. Once the reality of the situation had finally settled and it had dawned on them that Lister was, in fact, going to have to endure a full term of pregnancy if these boys were going to actually be born the full picture had blossomed then into cold, sobering clarity and suddenly become quite decidedly unfunny.

For what felt like an endless eternity after that, Rimmer had busied himself reading book after book on pregnancy, trying and failing to take in as much information as he possibly could ahead of the big day, treating it like he would any other exam or test (which inspired no confidence in anyone who knew Rimmer’s track record with those) while Lister just dealt with it in the only way he could, which was largely by continuing to pretend it wasn’t actually getting closer and closer with every passing day.

The logistics of how exactly things were going to work had been something he hadn’t wanted to think about too closely so it had fallen to Rimmer to read up on it himself instead because at least one of them had to be prepared for this and if Lister himself was going to shirk that responsibility despite having been the one to put himself in this situation in the first place then Rimmer was, as usual, going to have to pick up his slack.

That had been much easier said than done, however. Being a hologram, he’d had to rely largely on the assistance and coordination of the skutters to hold the books and turn the pages and whenever those had failed he’d had to turn to Holly and used vocal commands to navigate pages on harsh, bright screens that made his eyes feel like they were burning in their sockets after hours of staring at them.

Rimmer had never realised just how much went into a pregnancy. He’d never had cause to learn it properly before, of course, but there was no time like the present to suddenly decide to become informed. He’d done his best to attempt to supervise Lister’s eating and drinking habits to ensure every possibility of a healthier birth, and he had reprimanded him every time he had so much as even breathed in the direction of his cigarette packs or alcohol.

He’d drawn up timetables, plotting each significant milestone of the pregnancy, and bored Lister half to death with all the fussy, pedantic little things he did to try to take control of the whole situation and after enduring it for as long as he could Lister had finally rolled his eyes and groaned in aggravated frustration one day and pointed out how much he was starting to sound like a nagging, controlling husband. Rimmer had choked and spluttered in disgusted horror at the implications of such a comparison and had promptly disappeared off to some quiet, isolated part of the ship and avoided being anywhere near him for the rest of the day, which had come as a welcome relief.

Eventually, of course, the slow, steady march of time had brought the final day upon them and there had been no way to continue to put off acknowledging it any longer. By then, thankfully, a few important things had changed on board Red Dwarf. The biggest of these had been that they had acquired a new crew member, a service mechanoid by the name of Kryten who they had crossed paths with once before.

Kryten was well equipped to be able to assist in all manner of things, mostly pertaining to the upkeep and maintenance of the ship’s general tidiness but he also was quite competent in numerous other fields and was, importantly, capable of learning new skills and good at comprehending and retaining the information which was far more than could be said for Rimmer, who had at one point found himself more than halfway through a chapter on natural childbirth before he had belatedly remembered that Lister wouldn’t be experiencing it that way and had flipped, mortified, to the chapter on C-sections and promptly been rendered entirely unable to focus well enough to take anything in.

With Kryten’s presence on board, Rimmer had been privately relieved to discard the initial plans for carrying out the daunting procedure, which would have largely involved him trying desperately to coordinate the skutters to work together to deliver the twins without accidentally killing them or Lister in the process.  Needless to say, that was one role he had been more than thankful to be able to hand over to someone else.

When the big day finally arrived, he had tried with all his might not to give a single solitary smeg about any of it. He had been as carefully nonchalant as was possible as Kryten had come in to wheel Lister off to the medical bay, waving after him with a falsely bright “Don’t die, Listy!” as he’d watched him disappear down the corridor. He’d swallowed about as much of the nerves as he could keep down but the fact of the matter was that, in all honesty, he had been absolutely petrified. The little matter of his own continued existence relying heavily on Lister’s survival through this crucial procedure aside, there was – deep, deep down where not even Rimmer dared to investigate – a genuine concern for Lister’s wellbeing in its own right. He didn’t exactly like Lister, and he made that patently clear at every available opportunity, but he didn’t hate him – didn’t really want anything bad to happen to him. Certainly not something bad enough that they wouldn’t be able to laugh about it afterwards (even if Rimmer was the only one who might have been laughing).

While Kryten worked what he hoped was medical magic behind closed doors, Rimmer had paced along the length and breadth of the corridors like a man possessed, wringing his hands and vibrating with anxiety. Several times across the excruciatingly long duration of the procedure, he had become increasingly, frustratingly aware that this behaviour was doing absolutely nothing to shake off the appearance of ‘overly-concerned husband’ but given that the only other person bearing witness to any of it had been the Cat who honestly couldn’t have given a smeg, he’d simply brushed it off and pushed it down every time it had tried to resurface.

When finally, after what had genuinely felt like an eternity, the doors to the medical bay finally slid open and a self-satisfied, proud looking Kryten had walked triumphantly out, wiping his hands, Rimmer had nearly bowled him over with his aggressive impatience. “Well?” he’d snapped urgently, nostrils flared and lips drawn together in a tense, thin line. “What happened? How did it go?”

Kryten had simply smiled genially at him then and announced happily, “It’s two boys!” and if he had been capable of it Rimmer would have throttled him right there.

“I know it’s two boys you half-chewed rubber-headed git! I’m talking about Lister!”

Kryten had been a little put out by the outburst, blinking sheepishly down at the floor, the smile on his face wiped off in an instant. “Oh, yes of course,” he had said, fidgeting slightly before recovering himself and straightening up. “Mister Lister is going to be fine, sir. He just needs to rest up and keep clean.”

Rimmer had rolled his eyes sarcastically and scoffed. “Oh, fantastic, he’s doomed then is he?” he’d said wryly but there hadn’t really been any bite in it. At this point, now that presumably the worst of it had come and gone, he’d simply been left too exhausted for there to be any genuine hard edge to it. In all honesty he’d just been filled with an immense sense of relief that the whole thing was largely over and done with now.

Kryten had paid the remark no mind, instead deciding to inform Rimmer that he was heading off to prepare the room the twins would be staying in once they were ready to do so and had given him permission to go in to see them if he wanted to, requesting only that he be mindful not to wake Lister and then he had been off leaving Rimmer with nothing better to do than do precisely that.

That had been a good few hours ago now and as Rimmer sat peering down into the little crib at the tiny sleeping bundles destined to be named Jim and Bexley, he felt the weight of all these past weeks weigh down heavily on him, equal parts relief and exhaustion.

This had been more work even than preparing for his exams had usually been. At least with those he had been able to take breaks away from it but living with a pregnant buffoon that you had to effectively supervise and educate yourself about had felt like an endless job he had never willingly signed up for.

The boys had been moved into their new room by now, just down the corridor from the bunkroom so that it was near enough to be easily accessible without the sounds of screaming and wailing being too close and loud to get in the way of Lister’s much needed rest or get too much on Rimmer’s nerves.

Lister himself had been moved back into his old room – mostly because he had apparently insisted on it – however given his current condition and the effort that getting up onto the top bunk would have required, Kryten had carefully placed him on the lower bunk without Rimmer getting much of a say in the matter. It didn’t really matter all that much anyway. Lister had already been forced to relocate to Rimmer’s bunk as his growing size had limited his movements so it wasn’t so much of a leap to let him keep using it a little longer. He was pretty certain that once he was finally able to be granted access to his own bed again after Lister was fully recovered he was likely going to have to fumigate the whole mattress and all of its covers but that was a problem for a later date.

It was strange that it was over, all that build up, all that preparation that had been made in advance of this day and now the moment had passed. Now all that stretched on ahead was a new and entirely different situation and it was one that Rimmer was secretly dreading in an entirely different way.

Jim – or was that one Bexley? He couldn’t remember – hiccupped gently in his sleep and snapped him from his thoughts, catching his attention as he shifted a little, letting out a soft, gentle vocalisation as he turned towards his brother. They were so small, so fragile-looking, and Rimmer felt entirely out of his depth thinking of the responsibility of keeping them both safe. He didn’t know the first thing about children. He doubted Lister knew any better. This whole thing was surely going to be a disaster.

Bexley – or simply ‘the other one’ – whimpered slightly, a small, feeble whine that threatened to escalate into something else. “Shhh,” Rimmer said quietly, as soothingly as he could, indicating urgently for the skutter sitting by his feet to initiate the gentle rocking motion he’d instructed it to do in events like these, anything to try to keep the boys content and quiet, though he knew that would only be able to work for so much longer before the problem became something that genuinely required someone else’s assistance.

That was another thing about being a hologram that was going to make this new future difficult to handle. He couldn’t touch anything which meant that he’d be useless at any of the more hands-on aspects of looking after children. There was nothing he would really be able to do to stop the boys from doing something if they wouldn’t listen to his commands (and if they turned out to be anything like Lister was, that was a very likely outcome). Not only that, but he wouldn’t be able to help feed them, or hold them, or change their nappies or any of that – not that those duties would have fallen to him anyway. The most he could hope to do was simply sit as he was now and watch over them quietly, speak to them occasionally and try to soothe them with his words if they started to cry, rocking them gently back to sleep with the aid of a skutter to handle the movement for him.

He supposed he shouldn’t really feel as bereft as he was about this whole thing. These weren’t his children in any capacity. They were Lister’s through and through. Rimmer was effectively just someone else who shared the same space as them, a strange ghostly uncle of sorts at the very most, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be a little more involved in the process, at least a little. Maybe he just wanted some kind of evidence to prove to himself he’d have been any good at this…

He sighed, gesturing for the skutter to ease the rocking to a gentle stop now that the twins seemed to have settled back down again.

He lost track of just how long he sat like that watching the two of them sleeping on peacefully but it must have been quite some time. Kryten had popped in every now and then to check on them and even the Cat had swung by to squint curiously down at them and comment that he hoped they would have better dress sense than their daddy when they grew up.

When the door to the room slid open behind him some time later with another gentle hiss he expected it to be Kryten so when he turned round to find that it was in fact Lister making his way with some difficulty and no small degree of discomfort towards the cot he had to bite his tongue fiercely to keep from shouting for him to get back to bed.

Catching himself in time, he opted instead for hissing the demand but Lister waved him silent, all stubbornness and disobedience as always. “I want to see my boys,” he said firmly and Rimmer couldn’t really argue with that.

He stood up from the chair he’d been seated on and shifted over to the one next to it that Kryen had been using earlier, letting Lister drop down heavily and breathless on the one he’d just vacated, watching the way he winced with pain and clutched at his lower abdomen. “You really should still be in bed, you know. You can’t just walk around all willy-nilly after you’ve been sliced open,” Rimmer said matter-of-factly.

Lister simply offered a partial shrug and leaned carefully forwards over the cot as far as was comfortable, beaming down tiredly but joyfully at the two little boys he’d brought into the world.

“Aren’t they fantastic?” he cooed, awestruck, reaching a hand out to tentatively brush his fingertips feather-light across their little cheeks. “They look just like me.”

“Well,” Rimmer began, his tone sarcastic and utterly unsurprised. “When your mother and father are the same person what do you expect?”

Lister shot him a look, unamused, and turned back to look down at the twins again. “Alright, Rimmer, leave off. Yeah, it’s a bit unconventional but it’s what happened, alright?”

He could hear Rimmer let out a small, indignant ‘tsk’ to his left and decided not to acknowledge it. He wasn’t going to let anything he had to say ruin this moment for him after everything it had taken to get here.

He sat back in his chair, eyes still twinkling proudly, warmly, down at the wholesome little sight, a single shining gift in what had otherwise been a cold and difficult couple of years to process. Behind his ribcage, he felt oddly light, a rosy glow of affection radiating out from his heart and expanding to fill every inch of him, making him feel positively giddy, though that might have also partly been the painkillers.

“I always wanted a family,” he confessed quietly, suddenly, eyes softening with a wistful, distant look of longing. “A proper one, I mean. The one I got did their best but, well…”

He trailed off, ending the sentence with a shrug and a shake of the head. Rimmer didn’t say anything, didn’t really know what to say.

A heavy silence settled between them, oddly tense, before Lister decided to break it again. “Never actually knew me real dad. Or me mum,” he began, speaking aloud to no-one in particular, peeling back the more private, personal layers of his past just a little, giving Rimmer a few more pieces of a jigsaw he’d previously only had scraps of before. “I was left in a box under a pool table in a Liverpool pub when I was still a baby. No idea why…”

Rimmer bit back the urge to say that explained a few things. It didn’t seem appropriate. Instead he remained quiet, watching Lister out of the corner of his eye, noting the way he chewed anxiously on his bottom lip, a little agitated crease forming between his brows, staring absently into the distance for a moment before affixing a falsely bright smile to his face and shaking his head, attempting to mask how he really felt about the whole thing. “I like to think they had a good reason for doing it but… I dunno.” He looked down at Bexley, who had unconsciously grabbed hold of Lister’s finger in his sleep, his tiny little hand loosely clinging on unknowingly to someone to whom such a simple human gesture meant so much.

Lister swallowed hard, struggling to push past the tight little ball of emotion that had formed in his throat. When he spoke, his voice sounded choked. “I always wanted to have sons of me own one day, so I could be there for them, watch them grow, y’know? Do what my parents couldn’t.” He laughed, a little incredulous, disbelieving sound, as he looked around at the room. “Didn’t think this was how it’d end up happening though.”

Rimmer huffed a short, curt laugh beside him, hollow and humourless, and Lister shot him a glance, eyebrow quirked slightly in curiosity. “What about you?” he asked after a moment, searching the tightly drawn lines of Rimmer’s face. “Did you ever want to have kids one day?”

Rimmer didn’t look at him, didn’t dare to. He could feel the burn of that inquisitive stare boring into the side of his head but he kept his gaze fixed straight in front of him, locked on nothing in particular, and Lister watched carefully as he swallowed slowly, adam’s apple bobbing above the collar of his uniform shirt.

“I don’t know, to be quite honest with you,” he admitted quietly after a moment, a rare fragile, vulnerable quality to his voice, honest and open in a way Rimmer only occasionally allowed himself to be. “My parents expected me to of course – they expected us all to – but I don’t really know if that kind of life was ever actually in the cards for me.” His face crumpled slightly and a harsh, sharp laugh ripped its way bitterly out of him. “Well, obviously, of course it wasn’t – just look what happened to me!”

Jim stirred suddenly in his sleep in the cot, disturbed by the sudden sound, his little face scrunching up momentarily, seeming just about ready to burst into tears and Lister readied himself to react but the moment never came to pass. He simply settled back down and kept on sleeping peacefully, which was a much appreciated relief for now.

Rimmer became very quiet then, introspective and solemn, his whole form seeming to shrink into itself as he sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped tightly between them. He bowed his head and looked down at them, agitated, flexing his fingers tensely as his brows knitted together.

“I don’t know if I’d have been a good father. Guess I don’t have to ever find out,” he said bitterly, the muscles in his jaw tensing noticeably as he wrung his hands together. “I didn’t exactly have what you would call ideal role models so maybe it’s for the best.”

Lister regarded him sadly, sympathetically, and had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out there and then and place a supportive, encouraging hand on Rimmer’s right knee. Given the circumstances it would only have made the mood worse.

He’d heard Rimmer talk about his family life before and each revelation had been steadily building a much more detailed picture of Rimmer’s past and all the smegged up little things that had made him into who he was today. He knew very well that he wasn’t joking about them being less than ideal, in fact that was something of an understatement. They’d certainly done a number on him, that was for sure.

Not wanting a repeat of the gloomy mood that talk of his parents usually caused him to descend into, Lister tried for an optimistic, sympathetic smile. “I dunno, man. I think you’d probably have been alright,” he said, and somewhat to his surprise, he meant it quite genuinely.

Rimmer, however, didn’t seem to agree. He scoffed derisively at Lister’s words and rolled his eyes, doubtful. “Oh, please, I know you don’t actually believe that.”

“I do, man. I do,” Lister insisted gently and then, seeing the persistent look of disbelief still painted stubbornly across Rimmer’s features, he huffed a sigh and looked down. “Look, so your parents were smegheads and they got a lot of things wrong but that might’ve worked out in its own weird way. I mean, think about it. Now you have a pretty comprehensive list of things not to do to start off with. Can’t go too far wrong if you stick to that, right?”

Rimmer considered his words for a moment and then begrudgingly offered a stiff nod in agreement. “I suppose,” he said quietly, contemplatively, but there was still a noticeable note of bitterness to his voice, like he still didn’t quite believe that was enough on its own. “What does any of that matter anyway? I’m never going to get to find out what kind of father I might have been.”

That same awful, suffocating silence as before descended once again upon them and this time Lister didn’t know how to break it so he didn’t try to. Instead he let it hang in the air around the two of them, thick and heavy, until one of the twins coughed and startled himself awake.

Lister was quick to reach for him, scooping him up and cradling him tenderly in his arms, crooning softly to him as he rocked him back and forth, the gentle motion enough to stall whatever waterworks might have been about to follow.

Tiny and curious, his little face squinted in enchanted bewilderment up at Lister who beamed warmly back down at him and planted a quick little kiss upon his forehead. “There you go, Bexley. Let’s not wake up your brother just yet, yeah?”

Rimmer found the affection hard to look at, like staring directly at the sun, so he tore his gaze away and fixed it instead upon Jim who had thankfully remained peacefully undisturbed.

“I still think you could have gone with better names than Jim and Bexley,” he said pointedly, glad for the slight change in subject. “There are so many more appropriate options out there.”

Lister shot him an impish grin, mischief glinting gold in the brown of his eyes. “Oh yeah?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Still trying to make Arnold Lister happen are you?”

He waggled his eyebrows teasingly and relished the way Rimmer dissolved into a spluttering flustered mess, the tips of his ears flushing scarlet red in mortified horror.

“Don’t,” Rimmer said warningly, not wanting a repeat of the last time he’d innocently suggested the name. “You know what I meant when I suggested that, Lister. Don’t try to turn it into something else!”

If he hadn’t had his hands full, Lister would have held them up placatingly. “Okay, okay! I won’t,” he insisted but Rimmer seemed doubtful, suspicious, unwilling to let it go quite yet.

It was all the silly little jokes that had been building up over the passing weeks sharing the same space together that had buried themselves under his skin like an itch that couldn’t be scratched and refused to budge. Everything felt like a suggestive insinuation now, an accusation of something his own father would have surely disowned him for – if it had had any truth to it of course, which it didn’t because Rimmer was absolutely, one-hundred percent not whatever it was those implications might try to suggest. It didn’t matter that no-one was left around who would give a smeg about whether he was or wasn’t in any way that would have actually mattered. Rimmer still felt the need to defensively deflect any and all implications regardless.

“Don’t even joke about it,” he said, staring evenly, piercingly, at Lister, hazel eyes dark and deathly serious as he said in a choked, half-hissed, tight voice, “I’m not even remotely that way inclined and don’t you forget it!”

“I never said you were!”

“Well I’m not.”

“Okay! Okay.”

Rimmer seemed to finally relax a fraction, satisfied for now with Lister’s acquiescence. He breathed in deeply, slowly, and released it in a long, steadying exhale, his tensed, squared shoulders finally slackening just a bit.

Lister watched him out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help himself.

“Even though you were the one who smushed our names together in the first place.”

“Lister!” Rimmer all but shouted, his voice rising to a desperate, rasping hiss, all thoughts of keeping quiet very nearly forgotten in the wake of incandescent, scandalised rage.

Lister laughed as quietly as he could, wincing as the pain in his abdomen seared at the motion, tears beading at the corners of his eyes at the way Rimmer’s nostrils had flared and his whole face had pinched itself tightly to contort around his scrunched up nose. It had been a step too far, he knew that, but Rimmer’s buttons were far too amusing to keep from pressing and he really was being far too defensive about what was genuinely just a little teasing.

He hadn’t meant anything by it, just a little joking around, but every time he did it Rimmer always seemed to become immediately aggressively defensive, his whole body drawing itself taut and rigid with tension, coiled up tight like a spring waiting to snap.

He looked about ready to explode, his jaw set and knuckles white, a pleading, wild, desperate look in his eyes and Lister knew then that he’d pushed him about as far as it was safe to go.

“Alright, I’m sorry!” Lister said, and this time he meant it, not wanting to risk a further escalation.

The apology did little to release Rimmer’s tension, the knuckles of his hands still blooming a ghostly white where he continued to grip them tightly. His mouth was drawn tight and thin, distrust burning fierce and unrelenting in his eyes.

Huffing an exasperated sigh, Lister bit back the urge to utter some remark under his breath about the negative effects of a conservative Ionian upbringing but ultimately decided he preferred not to instigate a full-blown argument in front of his newborn sons. Instead, he turned his attention back to little Bexley in his arms who had started to stir with discomfort again at all the commotion. “Hey, don’t worry, Bexley. That was just your Uncle Smeghead. Nothin’ to worry about. See? From this angle you can see right up his nose into his empty head.”

Rimmer scowled incredulously up at the ceiling and shook his head. He’d had just about as much nonsense as he could take from Lister right about now and here he was still trying to poke fun at him.

“Ha ha, Lister. Very funny,” he said flatly, stonily. “You better be careful what you say around the two of them, you know. If their first words end up being smeghead instead of dad that’ll be a personal failing on you.”

“Yeah, yeah, but it’ll be worth it for the laugh I’ll get from it, eh?”

Rimmer turned to look at him askance, a thousand possible insults and retorts flying through his head but none of them making it past his lips. There was nothing to say, really. Lister was an imbecile and he was absolutely going to raise his sons into precisely the same kinds of imbecile and the mere prospect of having more than one of that kind of person around was quite frankly a depressing thing to imagine.

“The wrong people get to be parents,” is what he eventually decided on, looking back down at Jim in the cot and wondering if there could have been any hope for either of those two boys’ braincells.

The smile on Lister’s face died then and there and he became oddly quiet, rocking Bexley back to sleep before finally lowering him back into the cot beside his brother.

Sitting back, he watched the two of them silently for a few moments longer, the humming and creaking of Red Dwarf all around them the only other sounds.

Now that he’d been up and about for a while and had had a bit of a joke and a laugh, the exertion was beginning to wear him out, the ache in his abdomen and the heaviness of his body calling for him to yield to the pull and finally go back to bed. His eyes slid closed of their own accord and his head bobbed and lolled as he began to gradually drift off, his body starting to ever-so-slightly tilt to the side, towards Rimmer who only realised what was happening moments before it would have spelled disaster.

“Lister, wake up!” he cried, hands flying up helplessly to try to stop him, passing uselessly through him with no resistance whatsoever.

Lister started awake and caught himself, one hand bracing steadyingly against the chair Rimmer was on, disappearing into Rimmer’s torso as though it were impaling him. He jerked back, alarmed and unconsciously rubbed vigorously at his forearm, momentarily disturbed by the reminder that although Rimmer was very much there in spirit, he was very much not there in person.

“Sorry. Nodded of there for a second,” he muttered sheepishly, unable to lift his gaze to meet Rimmer’s.

“I told you you shouldn’t have got up,” Rimmer said, his tone thick with patronising condescension. “I told you you should still be resting.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” Lister relented, pushing himself up with great discomfort onto his feet and steadying himself with the rails of the cot.

“For what it’s worth, Rimmer, and I know what you’re gonna say to this but just listen, alright?” Lister held up a hand, silencing whatever interruption Rimmer might have been about to make. “But, in a way, you kind of will know what kinda dad you’d have been. You’re helpin’ me out with these two after all.”

Rimmer’s face twitched a little, that same little pang of defensive discomfort twisting in his gut. “That’s not being a dad, Lister. If anything I’d be something of an uncle.”

Lister shrugged. “Uncle, Dad, whatever. You’re still helpin’ raise them. You never know, we might end up balancing ‘em out in the end.”

“You mean they might not end up the same kind of lazy, slobbish gimboid as you are?” Rimmer said, raising a dubious eyebrow.

Lister frowned, leaning against the doorway. “Well, yeah, that. But also…” He trailed off for a moment and looked away, suddenly unable to look Rimmer in the eye, his face grimacing a little as he tried to shrug off the awkwardness of what he was trying to get out. “I dunno, it’s just good to not be doing it on me own. Yeah, they’re my kids but beyond me, you and Cat and Kryten are all else they’ve got. Smeg, even Holly too.”

He scratched the back of his head restlessly, feeling altogether too exposed, too naked in this rare show of vulnerable honesty towards Rimmer of all people. He risked a glance in Rimmer’s direction, trying to gauge his expression but Rimmer wasn’t looking at him. He was very pointedly facing away.

He fished helplessly for something else to say but he couldn’t think of anything. A yawn was threatening to force its way up his throat and his energy was flagging. He really needed to get back to bed.

“You should probably take a break soon too, Rimmer,” he said, bringing a hand up to shield the yawn as it finally broke through.

Rimmer nodded. “I will when Kryten comes back,” he said simply and Lister nodded in agreement at that.

“Alright. Night, Rimmer.”

With that, the door to the corridor slid open and closed and it was just Rimmer left in the room with the two sleeping boys again, as he had been for much of the day.

Lister was right, he really should take a break. He felt mentally and emotionally spent after everything but he was finding it hard to switch off after months of hyper-vigilant supervision and he didn’t really know what else to do with himself. His bunk was currently occupied and he would sooner die a second death than ever consider using Lister’s even once.

He thought about what Lister had said again about how they would all be contributing together in their own little ways to the collective raising of Jim and Bexley, about how in a funny little way they were all now part of what was surely a very dysfunctional and highly unconventional family unit. Something about that made him feel a tad strange, an unfamiliar little glow of something warm and light in his chest that flitted about like little butterflies, a mix of apprehension and something almost pleasant.

Maybe he would never have been a good dad, and maybe he was a little bit thankful he would never have to truly find out, but for the time, in this current situation, he was quite content to settle for being the best possible uncle he could be.

And they’d call him Uncle Arnie, not Smeghead. He’d make absolutely sure of that.

#smegtober2023 #i let this one get too long and im not really happy with it bc i was absolutely exhausted trying to write it #but i cant spend any more time on it bc im already super behind so ;;;; there it is

[reinhartroleplays]

I’ve been going back and forth on posting this because one, I’m not in the Hollywood group scene anymore and two, was it really worth my while to spend energy writing this? Ultimately, I decided with yes because I believe it’s important to know who is in your tags and why this group/this player is banned from most (if not all) groups and why it’s a constant merry go round with her.

I first met Lindsay in a Hollywood group and she seemed kind enough. She consistently praised my characters, messaged me to give compliments, asked to plot and I thought she was genuine. I thought nothing of the endless supply of nice words until I came across accounts with the same character…almost shockingly similar to mine. Tags were copied/reblogs were copied/and even plots were copied. I called her out on it, she apologized, and I thought we could move on. This happened for several years with not only me but other accounts. She’d always apologize, promise she’d never do it again…and then repeat the process. It seemed like she didn’t have an original bone in her body. Unfortunately, this was a time where the concept of “receipts” wasn’t a thing so I never took screenshots but there’s multiple members of the rpc that could back me up.

She’s been banned from multiple groups for either pressuring members to do pregnancy storylines (she seems to have an obsession with them), or making up fake histories just to give her character children or applies as a pregnant fc so she can play a pregnancy plot. In a Hollywood group I was an admin in, she requested a pregnancy plot and then we came to find out she had never even asked her partner for permission. She’s also been banned for inconsistent activity. She’ll join a group, make one starter, come back for ask memes, and then go inactive….and then repeat the process. She’s also aware she’s been banned from the groups and still tries to apply under an alias. Multiple Hollywood rp groups can also vouch for that.

And while this may not matter to some, it matters to me: she’s told a friend that she wouldn’t be interested in doing a f/f ship because she doesn’t play characters “that way”. She’s applied for openly bisexual characters and then claimed they “prefer men”. She’s made multiple posts about how she is “pro-life” and it’s apparent she’s a Trump supporter. Again - maybe not a big deal to anyone else but for me, that tells me exactly the kind of person she is.

Again - I’m not in this scene anymore. This really doesn’t effect me in one way or the other. But I just thought the community should know her history and the kind of person she has proven herself to be. Here is another PSA written about her. (Please note that in response to this PSA, the writer was blocked and then the original post was deleted rather than her owning up and apologizing)

Here are the aliases she normally goes by - Marie, A, L, M and she likes to apply mostly for Lili Reinhart face claims (a good majority of the Riverdale fcs), Sophie Turner, Selena Gomez, Zoe Sugg, Hilary Duff, Troian Bellisario, Lucy Hale, Gigi Hadid, etc.

#psa #hollywood rp #celeb rp #fame rp

[harrysfolklore]

I’m honestly just focusing on the fact that Hilary Duff was there!! Like cismxjkss LIZZIE went to Harry’s house!! The ig stories of her daughter so excited to see him! Like crazy to think children today will grow up saying they grew up with Harry styles like some of us grew up with Hilary 🥹🥹

LIZZIE MCGUIRE AT HARRYS SHOW ???? THATS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

#anon

[baa-sochist]

how do you feel about the following different words for the ass:

arse, ass, backside, behind, bum, butt, caboose, duff, dupa, glutes, gluteus maximus, heiny, posterior, rear, rump, seat, toosh, tushie, underside?

and DID i MISS any of your favorites?

Arse - Simply too British

Ass - Gold Standard for butt synonyms. And as a bonus it's also a swear word

Backside - Serviceable but not exactly the sexiest word for it

Behind - Same as above, but more

Bum - The only people I've heard say Bum is people from the UK and children under four

Butt - Excellent word, it just feels cute to say!! Butt butt butt :3 My personal favorite

Caboose - I wanna say no but I can't deny the silliness power if it. It gets to stay

Duff - Never heard this one before, except as the beer brand from The Simpsons

Dupa - Never heard this one, ever

Glutes - Word used by gymbros because they're too embarrassed to just say "nice ass" to their bros. I respect gymbros, though, so I say it's alright

Gluteus Maximus - Hilarious

Heiny - Makes me think of Heinz Doofenshmirtz who, while a nice and fun person, kind of kills my boner to think about

Posterior - Wants what Gluteus Maximus has and fails. Nevertheless, I say it more often, so it stays

Rear - Serviceable, and otherwise unremarkable

Rump - Whimsical. I like it as a word but I can't imagine using it during sex. I probably could though, now that I think about it

Seat - Seat is good, though that may be from the association from uh. Putting it succinctly, I have also been called Seat at times, and enjoyed it immensely

Toosh - Not much I can say on it besides "Maybe"

Tushie - Ditto

Underside - Is it a backside or an underside? Get it together, people

As for ones you missed- I suppose this may not count, as I feel like it may include the thighs, genitals, hips, and lower back, but i really like the word Hindquarters for that furry flair ^w^

[darksideofparis]

Ain’t Nothing ‘Bout You by Brooks and Dunn

All Of The Girls You Loved Before by Taylor Swift

Along Comes a Woman by Chicago

Anywhere But Here by Hilary Duff

#Beautiful by Mariah Carey (feat. Miguel)

Black by Dierks Bentley

Born to Fly by Sara Evans

Brand New Man by Brooks & Dunn (feat. Luke Combs)

Breathe on Me by Britney Spears

Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Chemicals React Remix by Aly & AJ

Cowboys and Angels by Dustin Lynch

Craving You by Thomas Rhett (feat. Maren Morris)

Criminal by Lindsay Ell

Do You Believe In Love by Huey Lewis and the News

Drag Me Down by One Direction

Empire by Shakira

E.T. by Katy Perry

Everything Has Changed (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift (feat. Ed. Sheeran)

Everything I Shouldn’t Be Thinking About by Thompson Square

Fire N Gold by Bea Miller

First Love by Jennifer Lopez

Forever and Ever, Amen by Randy Travis

For Her by Chris Lane

Gasoline by Britney Spears

Give Your Heart a Break by Julia Sheer

God Gave Me You by Blake Shelton

Goner by Mitchell Tenpenny

The Good Ones by Gabby Barrett

Got What I Got by Jason Aldean

Happy Anywhere by Blake Shelton (feat. Gwen Stefani)

Hard To Be Cool by Joe Nichols

Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Bublé

H.O.L.Y. by Florida Georgia Line

I Do For You by Dillon Carmichael

Invisible String by Taylor Swift

I Run To You by Lady A

I Want You to Know by Zedd (feat. Selena Gomez)

Johnny Cash Heart by Caleb Lee Hutchinson

Jump Then Fall (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift

King of My Heart by Taylor Swift

Lay All Your Love on Me by Dominic Cooper and Amanda Seyfried (from Mamma Mia! The Movie)

Levitating by Dua Lipa (feat. DaBaby)

Long Live (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Look What God Gave Her by Thomas Rhett

Losing Sleep by Chris Young

Love Somebody by Maroon 5

Love Someone by Brett Eldredge

The Man by Aloe Blacc

Mine Would Be You by Blake Shelton

My Miracle by Brad Paisley

My Weakness by Jason Aldean

Nobody But You by Blake Shelton (feat. Gwen Stefani)

Now That I Found You by Terri Clark

One Thing by One Direction

On My Way to You by Cody Johnson

Perfect Storm by Brad Paisley

Powerful by Major Lazer (feat. Ellie Goulding and Tarrus Riley)

Rather Be by Clean Bandit (feat. Jess Glynne)

Right There by Ariana Grande (feat. Big Sean)

She’s Everything by Brad Paisley

She’s Got It All by Kenny Chesney

Something Better by Audien (feat. Lady A)

Southern Girl by Tim McGraw

Sparks by Hilary Duff

Sparks Fly (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Style (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Superman (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Thank God by Gabby Barrett

A Thousand Years by Glee Cast

The Tide is High by Atomic Kitten

Timber, I'm Falling in Love by Danielle Bradbery & Blake Shelton

Time is Love by Josh Turner

Timeless (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

Tip of My Tongue by Kenny Chesney

Treacherous (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift

Troublemaker by Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida)

Turnin' Me On by Blake Shelton

Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls (feat. Taylor Swift)

Wanted by Hunter Hayes

Waterloo by Hugh Skinner and Lily James (from Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again)

The Way by Ariana Grande (feat. Mac Miller)

The Way You Love Me by Faith Hill

Whenever, Wherever by Shakira

When She Says Baby by Jason Aldean

Whiskey in a Teacup by Dean Brody

Who I Am With You by Chris Young

Why Don’t You Love Me by Hot Chelle Rae (feat. Demi Lovato)

Why Not by Hilary Duff

Willow by Taylor Swift

Yellow by Jodie Whittaker (from Got It Covered by BBC Children in Need)

Your Man by Josh Turner

Yours by Russell Dickerson

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @that-demigirl @foxesandmagic

#ocappreciation #alex locke #alex locke series #doctor who #fanfiction #darksideofparis #oc playlist

[hilarydiary]

10 years ago today, Hilary Duff attending the Children Mending Hearts Style Sunday in Beverly Hills (June 9, 2013)

#Hilary Duff #myedits #hduffedit #appearances

[zigamber]

Holiday ham hole is a movie about a family who finds a secret mystical hole at Christmas that leads to a ham dimension where they must stop the evil gingerbread kingdom and save Christmas. Here is what the movie is about.

The movie begins with a man named Joseph playing his banjo in the woods while singing a song called "Silent Night." He's then attacked by an unkillable gingerbread cookie monster. After saving himself, he runs into his wife Mary and son George. They're trying to get home for Christmas but are being chased by a cookie monster wearing a Santa hat.

After escaping the cookie monster, they find the hidden magical ham hole in the woods. Inside it is a world of endless ham sandwiches. The family spends their time enjoying all of the ham sandwiches that come out of the hole. At one point a giant sandwich appears and starts attacking them. It turns out to be a giant gingerbread cookie monster and after defeating it they enter the ham dimension. There they meet a talking can of ham. Afterwards they go through many more scenes involving food-related things:

Cookie Monster attacks again and is defeated by Joseph.

George falls down the stairs and gets injured.

Mary gets sick from eating too much candy canes.

A gingerbread robot tries to kill them, but they defeat him.

They're chased by a giant cookie bear who steals everything they have including George's last piece of candy cane.

Then, they realize who's really sending all these monsters, namely the gingerbread king. He tells them that if they don't bring the gingerbread princess back to his castle, he will destroy the world. So, they must fight their way through the gingerbread army which is led by a cookie zombie. But the only thing the dictator gives them is a candy cane wand and a counselor, a wise mystical ham being named Humbug.

They defeat the gingerbread soldiers and make their way to the gingerbread king's castle. There they face a giant cookie dragon which they defeat using the candy cane wand. Then they confront the gingerbread king, who reveals he is the cookie zombie and wanted all the ham-ham sandwhiches for himself. He turns into a giant gingerbread turkey and chokes on the giant cookie dragon. Finally, they find the gingerbread princess and free her from the cookie monster's clutches. She thanks them for getting rid of the gingerbread king and they return home to celebrate Christmas. Before a ham infused gingerbread king crawls out of the ham hole hinting at a sequel.

Now I really wish there were more movies like this.

I recommend you watch Holiday ham hole if you enjoy any of the following:

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In my opinion, this movie is very underrated. This movie has amazing animation and is hilarious. The plot was good, and I enjoyed watching it. Also, the characters in the movie are great. I think every adult should see this movie.

I give Holiday Ham Hole a 4/5, and am hoping for a sequel!

This is the sequel, this is Holiday Ham Hole 2: cookies back again.

This film follows the gingerbread princess finding out her tyrant dad the gingerbread kind is back and closed the ham hole. They must travel to the gingerbread king to save Christmas. The princess is voiced by Hilary Duff. The movie features cameo appearances from the original cast such as Will Ferrell, and the main villain is voiced by Paul Giamatti.

This movie had better animation than its predecessor and also featured some of the best music ever to grace a children's movie.

I recommend this movie to people over the age of 10 years old, as it contains lots of violence and bad language.

#holiday ham hole #kurtis conner #ai #ai generated

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                              (—) ★ spotted !!  OLIVIA JAMES on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 34 year old looks like CANDICE KING , but i don’t really see it. while the  ACTRESS  is known for being  CARING  my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be  BOSSY  i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song LOVER BY TAYLOR SWIFT  .

*   ◞  ╰   general   .

full name : olivia marie james ( nee richardson ) . nicknames :   liv , livvie birthdate / zodiac sign : somewhere in march during aries season . birthplace : houston , tx . sexual orientation : heterosexual . family :   emily richardson ( mother )  &  zach richardson  ( father ) siblings :  none relationship status :  married   children :  emma james ( daughter , 5 years old )  +  another daughter on the way pets :  golden retriever named sammy occupation :  actress . love language :  physical touch , deeds , words . + traits  :  loyal , caring , organized , valiant   &   courageous . - traits  :  bossy , stubborn , workaholic   &  controlling . aesthetic :  matte lipstick , family beach days , blowdried bouncy hair , lipstick stained coffee mugs , matte nail polish , freshly cleaned sheets , gentle touch , game nights , day drinking , sneakers instead of heels , long talks on the phone , mom vibes , oscars stocked shelves . muse inspo :   monica geller ( friends ) , haley james scott ( one tree hill ) , caroline forbes ( vampire diares ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , prue halliwell ( charmed ) , amy santiago ( brooklyn nine-nine ) , leslie knope ( parks & recreation ) , claire dunphy ( modern family ) , dorothy zbornak ( golden girls )

*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .

ok so , liv grew up in houston with a loving , caring af family which set her values high from the start . the fam was never rich but they also never truly lacked anything ??  

it was clear from a rather early age that liv possessed insane talent when it came for acting , so after a couple of lessons , school plays  &  whatnot , her parents decided to relocate to california so she could pursue acting full time  (  which was a big thing considering she was just 5 , but they believed in her ! )

so obvi , since she was a cute lil blonde girl with immense talent , it didn’t take long for her to book her first big shot movie , &  soon enough liv was a household name !!

growing up , she was careful what she picked  &  even more careful of the company she kept  (  aka fame never got in her head that much )  so with that more blockbuster movies followed , so did appearances on tv , commercials , etc ... u name it ! she was basically hollywood’s sweetheart  (  think hilary duff grows up to be kate winslet or kate blanchett )  &  i have the list of movies she’s made  HERE  to make it easier for u :)) 

fast forward a couple of more years  &  now she’s a big a-list actress , is happily married  (  which is a shock itself for hollywood standards )  to the love of her life for about 7 years now (  think of blake lively and ryan reynolds on this one !! ) ,  has a beautiful daughter named emma who just turned 5 , owns a golden retriever called sammy ( american cliche what can i say )  &&  is about seven months pregnant with ANOTHER  baby girl !!

*   ◞  ╰   personality & cute facts .

not gonna lie she’s totally based off monica geller from friends  &  i regret nothing .

also a huge coffee addict (  surprise , surprise  ) 

wears glasses for reading  &  cleans when frustrated !! 

the mom friend of every group so .... will protect anyone who needs it .

doesn’t tolerate nonsense &  is quick to give u a smartypants comment to a stupid question or overall give u lectures on the bad decisions u make .

does not too well when she’s on the receiving end of criticism  &  hates admitting she’s in the wrong .

famous lines include  “ you did not just say that “  &  “ i told you so “

can do her makeup even drunk ;))

still cries like a baby when mufasa dies  &  susan forgets about narnia .

likes having a glass of wine every night before bed to calm her nerves lolol .

goes lowkey crazy during superbowl season bc .... she’s a big football fan .

a total momma bear  &  will hurt u if u hurt her family .

lowkey hates going to all the award shows bc the press always makes a big deal out of it meanwhile all she wants to do is stay home . 

her husband & her love cracking jokes / tease each other thru social media so they often post ridiculous pics / twitter posts  &  the fans eat it up !! 

*   ◞  ╰   connections  .

childhood best friend aka the rachel to her monica !! <3

a group of  FRIENDS  ( see what i did there fdjnrjtdg  ) give me ross , phoebe , joey & chandler pls !!

friends that often barbecue together on the weekends ?? 

hollywood couple friends !!!

maybe her first love ??  like a guy she dated when she was 14 , and it was totally cute  &  innocent

also exes she dated before meeting her husband  (  think taylor swift before she met joe alwyn ) <3

also co-actors on her films would be grand too !!

ok so since i know our group is full of QUESTIONABLE people , maybe someone she watches over , protects , lectures , etc ??  just let her be a mom friend pls !  

frenemies , coworkers , protective friendship , sibling like friendship , unfaithful friends  , unlikely friends , friends who used to be enemies , ex best friends , friends who balance each other out , competition , rivarly , friends by association , family friends , her husband’s friends :))

#hillzhqsintro #here we go :)))