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stargazing-imagines · 2 years

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Heartbroken (bh90210 characters x reader)

Summary : A headcanon of the Beverly Hills 90210 gang and what they would do with your broken heart

Warning : not proofreaded! , mention of cheating , reader bad mouthing her ex boyfriend

Side note : all this take place in the era of season 1-season 3 of Beverly Hills 90210

Beverly Hills 90210 masterlist!

Brandon Walsh

In this situation Brandon is your best “guy” friend and you just found out that boyfriend from a different school is cheating on you with a cheerleader

You of course would tell Brandon about it,

And this will result in him being jealous

“No one hurts my best friend!” “Brandon it’s over don’t cause any trouble,”

Of course Brandon doesn’t listen and things go a little to far

“If you hurt her again you are getting more then just a talk,”

Overall him being protective

Dylan McKay

In this situation you are childhood friends with Dylan so you could say he was more so like your brother

Actually in this case he’s the one that witnessed the scene

“Uhhh.... y/n you may want to look over there,” pointed Dylan in a monotone vice of course you turned around and there you saw it, you boyfriend having his throat down another girls mouth

“That jerk!” You shouted as you were on the verge of tears

Of course Dylan being there to comfort you which may have led to something that you both would probably regret

“Dylan can you possibly kiss me so I can forget that jerk?...”

Of course Dylan protesting as he doesn’t want to ruin you guys friendship with a simple harmless kiss.

overall he would be like the big brother you never had

Steve Sanders

If I’m going to be honest... you two would argue about this

“Wait so your saying I’m as bad as he is?!” Shouted Steve “your lying,”

“Even if I was you were the one who cheated on Kelly so that doesn’t make you special Sanders,”

But as you are arguing with Steve... you are mentally broken on the inside

“Listen I would never ever do that to a girl,” said Steve “because that dude is crazy to think about cheating on you,”

Of course this would make you smile

Afterwards he would probably treat you to a Mega Burger because who doesn’t like food

David Silver

He would probably not understand the concept of cheating but he would very well try to cheer you up

“Listen I may be younger then you by a year but that doesn’t mean I can’t cheer you up,”

Of course this would cause you to spend a day with him a Scott

Overall at the end of the day you are very well cheered up

Brenda Walsh

In this case you found out that your long distance boyfriend dumped you for a blonde bimbo over the phone

Of course Brenda being mad about this

“What kind of guy breaks up with a girl over the landline phone?!”

“Brenda it’s ok really,”

But deep inside you are torn to pieces

Of course Brenda taking you to Fred Segal Along with Kelly for a ‘self-care retreat’

Overall Brenda being the best friend in the world

Kelly Taylor

In this situation kelly was the one to find your senior boyfriend kissing another girl in an empty unoccupied classroom

Of course Kelly keeping it a secret because she is well known of your sensitive feelings

“Listen I would’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want to see you hurt,”

Of course you are mad at Kelly for this but at the end of the day you forgive her because she was only doing what was in your best interest at heart

Donna Martin

In this situation you were with Donna at the mall along with Kelly and Brenda when you see your boyfriend of 3 years whispering to a girl who giggled

“Y/n he’s probably a cousin or something,” reassured Donna as she gave you a side hug

But all that went down the drain when you see the two holding hands

“What a jerk, she’s not even pretty,” said Kelly as she laughed taking a bite from her frozen yogurt cheering you up

At the end of the shopping spree you guys spend the evening watching movies and cutting pictures of you and your boyfriend out

Andrea Zuckerman

She would probably write something about him in the West Beverly Blaze

Of course you would laughed at what she wrote all whole Brandon tries to tell her that this was way out of line

“I don’t think she did anything wrong it was brilliant,” you said as you held the newspaper “all that’s missing is a mustache and we’re good to go,”

Of course your ex boyfriend being furious

“What’s the meaning of this?!”

“What it’s the truth, you cheated on me,”

With that you shut your locker before flipping your hair into his face

#beverlyhills90210 #beverly hills 90210 #brandon walsh #brenda walsh #steve sanders #kelly taylor #donna martin #david silver #andrea zuckerman #dylan mckay #bh 90210 #90210 #beverly hills 90210 imagines

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florence-nomachine · 8 months

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i’m glad the topic of y/n came up, cause i’ve been thinking about it for a while! i imagine her aesthetic to be similar to that of brenda walsh’s style from beverly hills 90210, that relaxed but also feminine late 80s/early 90s style (y/n being a trendsetter lol)

OOOH I LOVE THIS! Some fits I thought matched best below for reference:

Y’all are so creative, I swear😩 Now that I think of it, people like Topanga/Angela from Boy Meets World and Ashley Banks from Fresh Prince of Bel Air match too!! Less gaudy 80s and a bit more fashion forward :)

#the normal people au #florence_nomachine #my asks

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m0tel6mxzzy · 8 months

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brenda walsh is so bold imagine making ur boyfriend’s deadbeat mother who thinks ur aura is off bc ur a scorpio cry

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lovepctions · 1 year

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ugh imagine a modern day brenda walsh <3

#i LOVE her #ditzy speaks.

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winchester90210 · 5 years

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Being Best Friends with Brenda Walsh would include...

- Eating lunch together every day

- Shopping together

- Then both of you making your clothes at home anyway because the shops are way too expensive

- Fred Segal is overrated anyway

- Being friends with Brandon by association

- Even if he can be a little annoying

- Consoling her when she breaks up with Dylan

- Being there for her when she feels alone, or forgotten, or is just having a bad day

- Her doing the same for you. Always.

- if you need ever need her, she's there every single time. Without fail.

- Her trying to set you up with different people at school

- Sneaking out to clubs together

- Which almost never ends well

- It makes for good stories though. Sorry Cindy

- "Is this outfit cute or do I look like the Fresh Prince of Bel Air threw up on me?"

- "Oh, Will Smith is totally in right now! go for it!"

- Eating dinner with the Walshes because her mom makes enough for 100

- Seriously, does Cindy ever stop cooking?

- Studying together

- And marveling at how neat her handwriting is

- Always having a go-to partner in class

- Sleeping over at her place whenever you can

- we're talking snacks, movies, the whole ten yards

- maybe leave the ouija board at home though

- Constant gossip

- Rooting for her and Dylan every time

- Wanting the best for her

- Her wanting the best for you

- Sticking up for her when things go to hell with Kelly

- An unbreakable bond

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90210 taglist: @lilo-1988

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fangirl-imagines · 5 years

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Dating Dylan McKay Would Include...

A/N: Requested by @may-the-bridges-iburnlighttheway

-Any relationship with Dylan is going to be pretty intense so be ready for that going in

-Dylan feels everything deeply, which includes his feelings for you

-That being said...

-He is the most caring, considerate boyfriend you could ask for

-He is always there when you need him whether you’re in trouble or you just need someone to talk

-He defiantly priorities you in his life

-Even though he’s had plenty of past “girlfriends” Dylan would absolutely respect your boundaries when it comes to physical stuff

-You really get to set the pace to your relationship that way

-Frequent-ish fights because Dylan is so stubborn and really bad with expressing his emotions in healthy ways

-And you just want him to talk it out with you!

-These fights can be bitter and last for days until one of you finally caves

-Which usually includes both of you crying in each others arms and finally talking everything out

-Honestly you would probably break up and make up a half dozen times but you always find your way back to each other

-Get ready for a tan because there will be lots and lots of beach dates

-Him teaching you how to surf

-When its not the beach you guys usually go to the Peach Pit

-Becoming friends with the rest of the West Beverly High gang

-Double dates with Brandon and Kelly

-Protective!Dylan

-You never have to question that Dylan always, always has your back

#dylan mckay #dylan mckay imagine #dylan mckay x reader #luke perry #luke perry imagine #90210 #90210 imagine #beverly hills 90210 #beverly hills 90210 imagine #90s #90s imagine #brandon walsh #brandon walsh imagine #brenda walsh #brenda walsh imagine #kelly taylor #kelly taylor imagine

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shannendoherty-fans · 2 years

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Seventeen, December 1991

Shannen Gets Real

By Kevin Koffler. Photos by Wayne Stambler.

The star of TV's coolest show, Beverly Hills, 90210, claims she's just a normal twenty-year-old girl. Call us suspicious, but we had to find out what Shannen Doherty is really like.

Somehow the world has gotten out that Beverly Hills, 90210, is filming on location at the Palace Costume Company in Hollywood. By 4:00 in the afternoon,the place is surrounded by fans. Each time someone opens the shop's door and walks outside, heads crane for a look and a murmur rises up from the crowd.

Inside, however, the athmosphere is far from glamorous. Sweating in ninety-degree heat, Shannen Doherty and her castmates patiently shoot a scene over and over for an upcomig episode. Dressed in a tweed jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, Shannen isn't as lucky as her TV boyfriend, Luke Perry, who gets to walk around without a shirt on.

When the director finally gets what he wants, the cast and crew break for lunch, and Shannen slips out the back door. While walking to her trailer she's spotted by a group of kids, who chase her down the street yelling, "Brenda, Brenda." A security guard intervenes just before she gets to her door, and once inside, shetakes a deep breath. "I have to deal with that every day," she explains. "It's all part of the job, but I'll never get used to it. I'm just this girl from Memphis, Tennessee, who wanted to be an actress." She sighs. "When I was ten I thouht it would be really cool for everyone to know my name. Now, in a way, it's overwhelming."

Although her fame is relatively new, Shannen's been acting since she was ten on various TV series. But people probably recognize her best as Heather Duke from the black comedy film Heathers.

On 90210, Shannen plays Brenda Walsh, a conservative midwestern girl who has been transplanted to the glitzy, glamorous world of Beverly Hills, California. "Brenda and I have little in common besides obvious things like the way we dress and our taste in boyfriends," Shannen says. Although she stresses that the cast members work well together, Shannen doesn't go so far as to say that they're all goodfriends. "I think everyone on the show has his or her problems," she says cautiously. "If I said I got along with everyone on the set, I'd be lying.Our relationships are created by our writer's imaginations, not by real life. It's funny because I'll go out and people will wask me, 'Hey, where's Dylan?' And I'll think, Dylan who?"

Of all of her coworkers, Shannen is closest to Jason Priestley, who plays her brother, Brandon. "We're very close," she says, smiling. "Weconfide in each other and look up to each other as actors. Even if we fight, which is rare, it's like a real-life brother/sister fight, and we make up really fast."

Offscreen, her closest confidant is her boyfriend, Chris, who sells real estate in Chicago. "Chris is my dream guy," she confides. "In a world that's not old-fashioned anymore, he is a real gentleman. I know that if the series or my career failed, Chris would still be there for me,and I would still be a happy person."

Since Shannen lives in Los Angeles and Chris lives in Chicago, they spend a lot fo time commuting, which is just fine with Shannen,who loves shopping for clothes in different cities. "I love men's clothing–big shirts and blazers," she says. "Armani is one of my favourite stores. In L.A. I shop at Fred Segal. In Chicago I go to Henri Bendel. And in New York I like Charivari. I haven't been to Paris yet, but just wait!"

Beside being in love and mulling over future projects, shannen is looking for a new house in Beverly Hills. She is also looking for a rottweiler for Chris. She owns three dogs–a black Labrador, a chocolate Labrador, and a golden retriever.

"My life is pretty wonderful now," she concludes. "The bottom line for me is that all the trappings are nice, but I'm not acting for the money or the fame–I'm doing it because I love to act. A fortune-teller once told me to follow my heart, come from a place of love, and all of my dreams would come true. I remind myself of that advice every orning, and so far it has never led me astray."

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icelovesfire · 3 years

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☆ Red is the Cruelest Colour In which a letter box, a hairbrush and a tube station led to their bitter end. Starring B/D in the imagined revelation of what the hell happened in London. One-Shot. --- 1/1 Chapters | 4,199 Words | Drama, Angst, Heartbreak | Mature ☆ FFN / AO3 ....................................................................... ☆ An Illumination Upon the Hills Following the events of "Red is the Cruelest Colour," London's talented Brenda Walsh has avoided Beverly Hills for the past twelve years. Much to Donna Silver's disappointment, she chose to skip the West Bev tenth year reunion. Her twin Brandon Walsh hasn't been seen since. The combination of one request and an urgent voicemail could change all of that. B/D, B/K, D/D, S/?, A/? --- 27/? Chapters | 145,534 Words | Family, Friendship, Female Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Male Friendship, Ensemble Cast, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance | Mature ☆ FFN / AO3 ....................................................................... ☆ Knight of the Canary In which Chico, Harpo and Groucho race to rescue a cat from a cracked canary. One-Shot. B/D, B/K, S. [Alternate ending for S04E29.] --- 1/1 Chapters | 6,913 Words | Drugs, References to Drugs, Kidnapping, Violence, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort | Mature ☆ FFN / AO3 ....................................................................... ☆ The Seven Pieces of a Feuilleton The successful Brandon Walsh and his eminent sister Brenda have both sworn that they permanently shuttered the window of their pasts, but when an opulent masquerade initiates a question, the twins must return to face what they purposely left behind. Primarily B/D and B/K, with other members of the gang and their respective relationships scattered throughout. --- 17/? Chapters | 90,157 Words | Miscarriage, Violence, Drugs, References to Drugs, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Romance | Mature | Alternate S05, S06, S07, S08, S09, S10 ☆ FFN / AO3

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 4 years

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Lainey even more distressed about their PR strategy (lol) now. So much for all that magic Markle press strategy Lainey kept crowing about.

Interesting that she doesn’t call out SS here as she did the last time.

https://www.laineygossip.com/prince-harry-meghan-markle-tell-british-tabloids-they-will-no-longer-be-engaging-with-them/66060

Suddenly, after a couple of weeks of lockdown and no one really being able to track them, they’re no longer able to stay undercover…or maybe they don’t want to be undercover? …

So that’s the official reason behind the new letter sent to the papers, even though it was already quite clear to them, since Harry and Meghan are suing them, that they’d no longer be engaging with them. But is it kinda like telling someone “never talk to me again!”, storming off, and then calling them a day later just to say, “I don’t ever want to talk to you again!”? What’s up, Brenda Walsh?!

I mean, I get why they want to keep telling the papers that they’re trash, because it’s been gross the sh-t’s that been printed about them, but at the same time, the letter is also a form of engagement when no engagement is the purpose. Like Twitter trolls. Any time you acknowledge them, even if you’re telling them they’re sad losers, it emboldens them that you paid attention. And it almost extends the connection between them.

On the other hand, Harry and Meghan are not only taking their tabloid trolls to court, they’re also in a battle for public opinion. There’s no way they and their team expected that this letter wouldn’t have been released – and that we’d all be talking about it today. They’re highlighting then, once again, to observers of this mess, that these media outlets haven’t been responsible, hoping to remind people, at least some of them, that these papers are not to be believed when it comes to any reporting concerning them.

If it’s a battle for public opinion though, the key word is “public”. And that’s always been the push-pull, particularly for celebrities: that ever-changing line between what is public and what is private and who gets to determine where it is. Harry and Meghan may object to being called “celebrities”, but we’re seeing them the way we see celebrities now in LA – out in the wild, no longer bound by British royal protocol, photographed with their dogs hiking in the Hollywood Hills, where the Reese Witherspoons and the Justin Biebers and the Leonardo DiCaprios and so many other stars are often seen – and that line might be getting more and more difficult to see.

They made a conscious decision to leave the BRF for Hollywood to be able to live and WORK like celebs. They’re public now, having left the protective BRF bubble.

This, I think, is another part of the reason they wanted to be half-in and half-out. To stay untouchable in that protective bubble while they pap walked and merched and made slimy deals. We’re now seeing that it’s not nearly as fun as they imagined without that bubble.

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Thanks for sending this in! I’m shocked these two idiots are flat out stating they are trying to influence the legal hearing. I don’t know how things work in the UK, but in the US judges REALLY, REALLY hate publicity stunts designed to influence cases. It’s a stupid thing to do.

But yes, even I’m amazed at how quickly they went from royals to C-list LA celebrities.

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vonnyphant · 3 years

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To Blog or Not to Blog?

“You should start a diary and write about your experiences. It may help people going through the same thing.”

Honestly? If there’s one thing I discovered about this diagnosis, it’s that it makes me pretty damn selfish. I don’t want to help other people (not just yet, anyway). But putting some thoughts down about this time in my life may be of some sort of therapeutic value, and I do want to help myself.

(Maybe for once, saving the world can wait. Do you remember how, soon after the pandemic hit, people stopped avoiding plastic and single-use items? When your health is at risk, suddenly rainforests and polar bears and the planet are deprioritised- not that anyone will admit to this. But this is my diary and I can say what I want!* Writing for myself it is.)

Having established my less-than-Mother-Theresa-like reasons for this blog, my conscience cleared, it’s time to start. This is where the Lifetime movie shows me, in a half daze, mellowed out on drugs while they sew a mediport into my chest to start administering chemicals. A fast lane to my bloodstream. A docking station. The soundtrack? Hopefully ‘Across The Universe’ by the Beatles (possibly Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. If I get a say in it, I veto The Walrus) Time to pump this body full of drugs that’ll make my hair fall out.

Wait, what?

Voice Over: “Yep. That’s me. You’re probably wondering what I am doing here…” //record scratch - freeze frame - fast rewind to the psychedelic outtro of A Day In The Life//

Two months ago, during rub-a-dub-in-the-tub (less naughty than it sounds, was just washing myself), my mind inexplicably went to an episode of Beverly Hills 90210, s1 (aired in 1992- yes, I am that old), where Brenda Walsh has a breast cancer scare. I say inexplicably, because my usual shower fantasies do not include Ms Shannon Doherty - if I was going to pick a shower lady, I’d opt for Charlize Theron, Kiera Knightly or Winona Ryder in their short-hair phases, but that is neither here nor there.

Say what you want for 90s television- weird outfits and ponytails notwithstanding, in their AfterSchoolSpecial PSA way, they dedicated a whole scene to the girls giving themselves a breast exam, including how-to instructions**, and eventhough I was only 11 years old when I saw it, I remembered what to do, and for the last 30 years, every now and then I have randomly carried it out while wondering how I always preferred Brandon over Dylan and how my tastes have changed over time.

But this time - my hand actually found something.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down the same way I did after finding spots on my skin, lumps on my head and every time I sneezed since covid-19; by telling myself to fucking snap out of my hypochondria tendencies. One cannot go to the doctor every damn day after all. Breast tissue is pretty lumpy and I assumed it was just imaginary. I made an appointment to see a therapist, and put it out of my mind until a few weeks later, when one of the kids came crashing down on me (literally) and faceplanted in my boob (as they do).

Now this always hurts af, but it just hurt that little more that day, so that I grabbed the appendage in question and went “WHAT THE--!” And I felt it again- the lump, more defined than a few weeks before.

Cue a lot more freaking out than the first time, and after a sleepless night, imagining what my funeral would look like (as one does), I decided to go to the gynocologist the same day or risk never to sleep again.

After a long wait and an ultrasound, my doctor assured me that while there really was a mass, it had every indication of being benign. We should keep an eye on it. If I was worried, I could schedule a second screening, but would not likely get an appointment before April. I scheduled one and tried to focus on preparing our first lockdown Christmas.

But over the holidays, the lump started hurting, even when I wasn’t poking it or having a kid catapult themselves into my chest. I’d be Netflix and Chilling, and suddenly - ZAP - like someone stuck a hot needle into it. Repeatedly. My nipple would go numb or start tingling like a bodypart that fell asleep. It freaked me out, and in the new year, I realised I couldn’t wait until April - I had to get it checked out again or I may worry myself to death.

My gynocologist did another ultrasound and again, told me not to worry. I told her it was way too late for that as I had been worried for weeks, and I wanted the thing biopsied (they gave Brenda Walsh one too, after all! It’s the only way to be 100% sure). She referred me to the hospital. At the description of my symptoms, I could come directly, and the radiologist told me in no unclear terms: “I will not let you leave this room until we draw blood and take several biopsies.” Okay- not exactly what one wants to hear at that point, but at the same time, I figured knowing would be better than guessing by the shape of it.

Test results took a week. I went in, being prepared to be told (like Brenda) it was a harmless clump of random cells or a cyst we could have removed like a wart. Only it wasn’t. It was breast cancer, an aggressive, fast-growing kind, and had I waited until April, that could have had disastrous consequences.

While the doctor explained we now needed to determine the scope of the spread and take more tissue to determine what kind of chemo (if any) could be applied, all my 2020-PTSD brain could think was:

“.............of course”.

Didn’t hear much of what she said afterwards.

Another harrowing 4 days went by, with a CT screening with contrast solutions that gave me an intense stomach ache as well as a migraine, and finally, a fully rounded diagnosis and treatment advice could be made.

Thankfully, all my organs as well as lymphnodes were clear, so it appears to be a localised tumor. And here we are - to fight this thing with chemicals and then cut out whatever is left. Genetics testing to see about the likelihood of a recurrency (and a possible double mastectomy if so - ‘pulling an Angelina Jolie’, ‘not saving the tatas’, insert ‘Think About It meme’...can’t have breast cancer if you don’t have breasts! THINK ABOUT IT***).

Chances are good. I need to cling to that while I wait for this port and treatment to start. I have accepted the inevitable hair loss, have scheduled a ritual ‘crazy hair cutting party’ with my kids for this weekend (as I would rather shave it off in one go than clean up clumps and strands over the course of weeks and look like Gollum), and I have sewn several funny little hats for inside wear and ‘going out’ (though where will I be going in pandemic, idk).

I was going to end this post on a light and happy note - but I must admit my confidence just took a really big hit in real time, as I googled how to spell Shannon’s last name for this blog entry and found out that she was treated for breast cancer in 2015, initially succesfully, but it reappeared metastasized in 2020 (again: ‘of course...when else’) and she is now in stage IV. Fuck 2020.

What are the odds that the woman whose character made me discover my own breast cancer is now, in fact, dying of the same disease? This will surely haunt me for a long time to come.

More tomorrow? Or soon? It may take a while. Until then: outro to It’s Getting Better.

*also for the record I would like to state that I’ve sewn my own masks from upcycled pillowcases and continued using fruit- and vegetable nets to avoid plastic; maybe that makes up for me being utterly selfish at the moment. Karma +1?

** https://youtu.be/pkgYXITkrfw (the scene from BH 90210)

***cis men / trans women without breasts can also get breast cancer (even though it’s rare) so this meme doesn’t really hold up, but that’s the whole point of the meme ;)

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dreatine · 4 years

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Female Characters Tag Game

Tagged by the awesome Luke/Penelope shipper @okimargarvez

Rules: List 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10

1. Belle (Once Upon A Time)

2. Willow Rosenberg ( Buffy)

3. Blair Waldorf ( Gossip Girl)

4. Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)

5. Dorothy Zbornak (Golden Girls)

6. Baby Houseman ( Dirty Dancing)

7. Rayanne Graf ( My So Called Life)

8. Brenda Walsh ( Beverly Hills 90210)

9. Cordelia Chase (Angel)

10. Tie :Ainsley Hayes/ Abigail Bartlet (The West Wing)

Tag : @illegalcerebral @rt8815 @erin-bo-berin @blxck-cxffee13 @andiebeaword @darnittumbleweed @imagining-in-the-margins @pastanest @moonlit-martyr @spence-imagines

#personal

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criimzn · 5 years

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[ MADISON BEER, 21, FEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to the du pont institute for the young & gifted, [ CRIMSON COOPER ]. you have been accepted as a [ REGULAR ] student from [ USA ], going into your [ SENIOR YEAR ] and majoring in [ CRIMINOLOGY ]. your peers at the institute say that you are [ EBULLIENT & SAGACIOUS ], but being [ POSSESSIVE & IMPETUOUS ] may be the reason why the police are asking about you. did you think they wouldn’t find out that you were michael’s [ HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART ]?

hey everyone !! i’m carmadi, a fellow gemini like michael but pls dont stop that from reaching out and talking to me. i swear not all geminis are crazy.

𝐒IMILAR .

taylor townsend ( the oc ), summer roberts ( the oc ), brenda walsh ( beverly hills 90210 ), cordelia chase ( angel, buffy the vampire slayer )

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : crimson celine cooper .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 : crim , crimmy .

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : november 1, 1998 .

𝐚𝐠𝐞 : twenty one .

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she / her .

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual.

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : miami , florida .

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 : cis-female .

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

✓ affable , courteous , candid , resilient , ebullient , whimsical , indomitable , sagacious , adaptable

✗ cantankerous , decadent , impetuous , nefarious , resentful , hot-tempered , calculating , turbulent , erratic

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .

she is from a very boujee family. her parents named her after a color. self explanatory .

hailing from miami florida, the land of drugs & partying, crimson is the furthest thing from a typical party girl.

being the apple of her successful parents eyes, crimson has lived the easiest life anyone could imagine. if her grades weren’t good enough to get into du pont, her mommy & daddy would’ve tried to bribe her way into the school (*cough* lori loughlin) but luckily enough she’s academically gifted .

she is an animal enthusiast. you will see her at many rallies and protests .

being so loud and unapologetic about opinions, crimson often finds herself in the middle of drama on twitter, instagram, snapchat, reddit, facebook, quara, yahoo. wherever it is, she will be a part of it.

she was pampered and spoiled by her parents since she’s an only child .

she knew michael at a young age and dated him throughout high school, hence him being her first love™ .

it came as a huge shock when he broke up with her at the beginning of her freshman year at du point. such a shock that she went to extreme measures to try and win him back. posting on social media, texting him like crazy, crimson cooper became completely pathetic and she didn’t care .

she doesn’t really like talking about michael and chooses to opt out of conversations that bring him up .

very well known for airing all her drama out on social media for everyone to see .

has little to no motivation in school and is simply doing it to please her traditional parents and to keep up with appearances .

a part from that she’s friendly, kind natured and is dying to graduate du point so she could do what her heart truly desires, live on a beach with a bunch of animals while helping others for a living.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

enemy ( * for whatever reason these two can’t stand eachother )

childhood friend ( * their parents are the best of friends but the kids? not so much )

mom friend ( * someone who tries to steer crimson away from trouble )

roommate ( * can be friends or can simply just be roomates )

literally any other plot as well! i can definitely message you if anyone is interested in the messy situation that is crimson cooper.

the tip:

leading up to michael valmont’s murder, [ CRIMSON COOPER ] was allegedly seen [ SMASHING THE WINDOWS OF MICHAEL’S CAR ]. the police have now listed michael’s [ HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART ] as a person of interest because [ SHE FEELS HUMILIATED FOR BEING REJECTED REPEATEDLY ].

#dupont.intro #yeee so she is just a weirdo who makes dumb decisions #then cries about those decisions #pls i would love to plot with every one of youss!!

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x15: Palm Springs (AKA A Fling in Palm Springs)

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Chapter Summary: The gang heads to Palm Springs for President’s day weekend.

Warnings: swearing probably, lots of fluffy feelings, mentions of sex.

Words: 2,900

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A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this week’s episode! We are going to be skipping the next one but Laverne the gum-chomping waitress WILL make an appearance at some point in the series, so don’t worry. Next week the reader moves out with Brenda and deals with Class President election!

“You’re really gonna stay and work all weekend?” You launch yourself backwards onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble against your legs, “Kelly says anybody who’s anybody goes to Palm Springs.”

“You’re talking to Kelly again?” Your brother cocks an eyebrow at you as he cuts himself a brownie, stuffing half of it into his mouth.

“Well, no… Kelly told Brenda who told me— but what does it matter?” You steal the brownie pan from his other hand, and place it out of his reach, “Just because it’s from a secondary source doesn’t mean it’s not true. It’s a ritual. Like the geese flying south or something.”

“How do you expect to get there? It’s not like you have a car, or a bike, or can afford a plane ticket.” You stay silent for a moment, then give him a pleading, rosy smile. “Oh, no. No! You’re not taking Duke to Palm Springs.” Duke was Eric’s beloved cherry red ‘48 Ferrari. It was given to him on his eighteenth birthday, previously loved and adored by your father, and his father before that and blah blah blah.

“Please? I always take good care of it!” You beg, “I’ll even fill up the tank when I get back! What is it, a dollar per gallon?”

“Sorry. No way. You’ll have to ask Brenda,” he shrugs stubbornly, reaching around you and swiping the pan while you're preoccupied with the argument.

“I can’t! She’s riding with Kelly!”

“Then ask Brandon— look, this isn’t my problem, Y/N/N. Either find another ride or don’t go.”

“It has the original interior, the original grille work. It’s gorgeous,” Brandon enthuses, slipping his hand under your shirt and to your sides as you both lie in the backseat of Mondale, mid make-out session. Well, you were making out. Until he decided to stop it to talk about that car he wanted. Like guys often do. “and it’s only twenty-five thousand dollars.”

“Twenty-five thousand? Brandon! No wonder your dad won’t buy you that thing. Dads are cheapskates, It’s just a fact of life.”

“Dylan‘s dad bought him a Porsche.”

“Babe, Dylan’s dad is facing a grand jury indictment,” you stifle a giggle as you pop a button off of his shirt.

“But my dad knows how hard I work,” Brandon grumbles, “And to top it all off, last night Nat told me that I can’t go to Palm Springs this weekend with you, and all of my friends because his sister is sick and now I have to work all weekend. But hey, you don’t hear me complaining, do ya?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“Hey there!” You’re greeted almost immediately by Brandon upon entering the Peach Pit, who’s over at the far end of the counter with a little blond boy. “What a nice surprise. I thought you’d be in packing mode for your trip… but knowing you, you packed early, didn’t you?”

“Always do,” you nod, taking the seat in front of him. You hand Brandon a modest wad of cash and kiss his cheek, making him smile. He mumbles a thanks as he stuffs it into his pocket and hands you a menu.

“Hey… do you ever get the feeling that the entire world is flying in first class, and you’re stuck with a folding chair in the baggage compartment?” He takes your hand in his, leaning over the counter.

“Never,” you deadpan. He studies your face, causing you to giggle into his shoulder.

“Liar!” He laughs genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the edges,“you total liar!” He straightens himself out, “This is Curtis.” He gestures to the adorable little boy beside you, “the hangout king of Beverly Hills.”

“It’s a free country, I can hang out if I want!” The little boy whines.

“Hey, hey, relax, sport. No one said you couldn’t… but does your mom know how much time you spend here?”

“She’s the one that brung me! I told her the food’s not that good," Curtis criticizes, mowing down a plate of greasy french fries.

“See what I have to put up with to make a buck?” Brandon teases, grabbing a plate of food from the kitchen and dashing off to deliver it to a table. Once he’s gone, Curtis turns his stool to you.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Oh! Well, uh… no. But he’s… not not my boyfriend,” you waffle. Curtis narrows his eyes, confused. “Look, it’s complicated, kid."

“You give him that friendship bracelet he’s wearing?”

“Yeah, actually… he told you about that?”

The kid dodges your question, chewing on the straw of his drink, “Why aren’t you wearing one?”

“It's a long story, Curtis. Certainly one you don't have time for, okay?"

"I got plenty of time."

You couldn’t ride with your brother, you couldn’t ride with Brandon, there’s no way in hell you’re riding with Steve… that left one option. Brenda, Kelly, and Donna.

“Donna,” Kelly giggles, “we’re not going to Europe. You don’t need three bags!”

“Kelly, I have to dress according to the guys we meet. I mean— high school guys, college guys, grad school guys, dropout guys— you cannot dress the same for all guys. No,” Donna shakes her head disapprovingly, like she just dropped a fashion truth-bomb on all three of you. To be honest, though, she kind of did.

“I guess she has a point,” you laugh, propping yourself up against a locker, “Bring everything.”

Then Steve saunters over, in his usual confusingly patterned button-down, an agitated look spread across his face. He nods down to the innumerable bags on the floor.

“What, are we going to France?” He scoffs, only taking a moment before continuing, “Will you guys come on? There’s gonna be a lot of traffic on the roads." Gee, wonder what’s making him so delightful this afternoon.

“Hey gang!” Oh no. David Silver? What was he doing here? “Are we going to have a blast or what? Huh?” We?

The rest of the group is just as lost as you are, exchanging silent looks of terror to the person next to them. Steve takes note of this and clears his throat.

“There’s been a uh, slight change in plans.”

“It’s weird, I mean I want to be with Dylan and everything, but part of me just wants to get it over with. Like I’m the last person that hasn’t done it yet." Brenda confides uneasily as you all stand against Kelly’s convertible, waiting as the tank fills up.

“Brenda… you are,” Kelly replies.

“No you’re not!" You assure her, "Look, Bren, you’re really gonna like it… I think." Ha. Like you know any more than she does. Donna nods in agreement.

“Yeah, totally… probably. Maybe? I—“

Kelly cuts Donna off, “Listen, who would you rather be with? Dylan McKay or David Silver?”

“Bren, Dylan’s a wonderful guy. You’re gonna have a great time! And you brought protection, so there’s nothing to be worried about!” You place a soothing hand on her arm.

“Right!” Brenda smiles, “I mean, I care about him, he cares about me, it’s gonna be great, right?”

“My grandparents collect anything they can get their hands on,” David guides the four of you, sans Brenda plus Steve, as you wander his grandparents' house. It’s definitely nice, definitely big… kinda smells like patchouli and sunscreen in the best way. “When I was younger I used to travel with them but my dad’s mad at them about something so I don’t see ‘em much anymore.”

“What’s he mad about?” Donna asks.

“Well, my grandparents like my mom and think it’s, y’know, bad he wants to divorce her... Come on,” he waves you all over to him as he escapes through the back door, “I saved the best for last.” You reluctantly follow behind him, your shoes clacking down the concrete steps and into the depths of his backyard. It was gorgeous— a huge pool, palm trees, brick-lined lounging areas. You could get used to this.

“Dude, we are definitely styling out here in this little desert oasis,” Steve grins, “David, I always knew you had potential.” No you didn’t.

“Thanks, Steve,” David begins to venture further back, “but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! Look, if anyone gets in the mood, you climb up this little terrace here to this hidden nook and nobody will bother you.” You step up another flight of brick-lined concrete stairs and through a small patch of greenery, to be met with a cute little private hot tub… with people in it.

“David?” The old woman gasps, clutching her small champagne flute.

“Grandma?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” The senior man, presumably (and hopefully) his grandfather groans.

“It was an amaaaazing trip!” David’s grandmother raves, pouring pretzels into a glass bowl as the group is gathered around the kitchen island.

“It was indescribable,” his grandfather agrees excitedly, “we would dance every night under the stars.” He pulls Kelly from her stool, picking her up and spinning her around as if they were about to tango.

“Ooh! Can somebody pull the ice cream?” His grandma asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Donna smiles.

“Triple. Chocolate. Chip. I mean, If we’re gonna do it, we should do it right.” Steve chuckles politely at the woman, though he looks like he wants to put a gun to his head.

“Well, I’ve never seen so many old fogies on one boat in my whole life. I mean, a floating rest home is what it was!” His grandpa laughs heartily, getting ice cream bowls from the cupboard,

“Oh, Henry, that’s not so. But hey, one day we woke up on the boat and we both said ‘Let’s go home!’” Funny. That’s exactly what you were thinking. “I mean, we missed our little house in the desert.”

“We sure did,” Henry smiles happily, grabbing his wife’s jaw gently and planting a big smooch on her. “And lucky for us, we would have missed you if we didn’t cut our trip short!”

“Uh, well you guys must be really tired. Huh?” David chuckles awkwardly.

“Oh, we’re exhausted!” The woman nods, “but hey, who cares? I am so excited to see you! And to finally meet some of your friends! Hey! Why don’t we all stay up late, chow down on the snacks, and get to know each other?” Oh, joy.

“This way ladies,” David’s grandma guides the three of you upstairs, her hand on your shoulder. “You’re gonna go up these stairs, down the hall, first door on your right, and you are gonna love it.” You hop up the steps with Kelly and Donna, bags in hand.

“Did you guys hear her?” Kelly starts, opening the door to the room and throwing her bags on an empty bed. Hey, she acknowledged you. That’s a start. “She said she was gonna invite all the cute guys from the neighborhood over to the pool tomorrow!”

“Steve is not gonna like that,” Donna

“Oh, who cares?” Kelly snickers, “I wonder how Brenda’s doing.”

“‘Oh! Dylan, what beautiful eyes you have!’” You joke, throwing your hand to your forehead and bowing backwards.

“‘Oh, Brenda, you are so exquisite!’” Donna joins in, giggling.

“Barf.”

You splash your feet in the Silver's pool, crowds of people surrounding it. Overwhelmed by the vast amount of new people, you're off by yourself, kicking the water around, staring at your feet.

"You know, there's room on this raft for two." You look up to Steve, lying back on a giant inflatable alligator. Ugh, if only it was a real one.

"Why don't you ask your new girlfriends?" You point behind you to the two girls, who you could only think to describe as biker babes, lounging together. Porcelain white skin, spiked black bikinis, way more makeup than you need for a pool party. "They look pretty interested."

"Can you imagine what it would be like if you were interested? You know, me instead of Brandon?" You feign a gag, shaking your head.

"I don't really want to, Steve," you cringe dramatically as he chuckles, "but thanks for getting that thought haunting my dreams forever. Really appreciate it."

"Remember—" He wags his pointer finger at your face, eyes narrowing lightheartedly, "I saw you first." He puts his foot flat against the concrete wall of the pool, kicking off, but as soon as he's far enough— he guffaws. Of course he laughs at his own jokes.

"Dylan, hi!" You practically leap over to him in the foyer, your damp feet leaving faint footprints on the cold floor. "So?"

He shakes his head, brows furrowed ever so slightly, "So?"

"How'd it go?" You raise your eyebrows excitedly.

"How'd what go?"

"With Brenda!" He groans at that.

"Don't ask."

"Well, it's too late, I already did."

"What's with you girls?" Oh, this should be good. "You see a guy with another girl and you immediately think they're sleeping with her?! What is that?! I mean, every time a female customer goes into the Pit-- do you lose it at Brandon?"

"Can't say I do. They usually want him. But thankfully it's not the other way around… look, if this is about the other Walsh-- and McKay, it better be, or else I have questions-- just talk to her about it. Have an adult conversation."

"Easy for you to say, you're dating the king of good family values. The kid's a Hartley House episode."

You open the fridge in the kitchen, helping David’s grandparents scoop out ice cream. You fidget with the scoop in your hands before setting it down. After a devastating loss of Charades, you had to comfort your friends with ice cream. It was the only option, really.

“How do you guys do it?” They both look up from the bowls to stare at you. “The whole long-term relationship thing,” you clarify. “It’s just so… scary.”

“You’re right,” Henry nods, “It’s very scary. Trusting someone, with your heart, your intimate feelings. I mean, before we got married, Adele broke up with me seven different times. Running for the hills was our solution to every problem. Giving yourself to that person— trusting that they’re going to cherish you, to value you and every intimate part of yourself— that is the hardest thing.”

Adele jumps in, “And you have to accept each other for who you are. For every flaw and every perfection, you have to let the other person be who they are. But when you do find the person you can really be yourself with, who you can have fun with, and fully trust… it is the greatest feeling in the world.” She takes the scoop from in front of you and begins scooping. “Who is he? It’s not David, is it?”

You giggle, “No. No, it’s not David. His name’s Brandon, he’s—“ you can’t stop a grin from slowly breaking out on your face, “He’s great. He’s kind, and considerate, and totally crazy about me... but it’s still scary, y’know? My last relationship didn’t exactly end on great terms. And if I barely even liked the other guy but I was still totally obliterated by it ending… I can’t imagine how I’d feel with Brandon. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. I guess you can imagine how much of a major scare that is, huh?”

“Seven break-ups, sweetheart. I can imagine.”

"He even set up a meal plan for the kid! I can show you the security cameras if you want to see them," Nat indulges. You never thought you’d say this, but you were thrilled to be back in Beverly Hills. You missed your own bed, the Peach Pit… the cute waiter at the Peach Pit. And you’re thrilled to be eating something that isn’t ice cream.

"Oh, don't you dare! I cannot handle any more of that guy being good with kids or else he's gonna get me to procreate with him-- and nobody wants a bunch of little Walshes running around here," you snort, stirring your water mindlessly with the straw. Nat shrugs as he picks up an order.

“I could use the extra help!” As per usual, he booms out in laughter, walking away with the plate of food.

“What’s he so happy about?” You twist your head to the kitchen and you’re faced with your overtly-paternal and charitable lover.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just you fathering a sweet little homeless boy for the weekend,” you have to halt yourself from fawning over him. He’s probably the only teenage boy that would tolerate a little kid, let alone help them out like he did.

“He told you about that?”

“You mean how you not only befriended the little boy, but fed him for free, and made sure that his whole family would stay fed until they got back on their feet? Yeah, he might’ve. I mean I laughed, I cried— it was the feel-good story of the year, B.” He smiles at his feet as he ties his apron around his waist.

“I really missed you this weekend, Y/N/N.”

“Well, I’m here to stay now,” you smile as he kisses the top of your head.

“I’m a real lucky guy, you know that?”

“That’s funny. I was about to say the same thing.”

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Shannen Doherty Is Not Signing Off Just Yet

Fighting Stage IV breast cancer has forced some self-reflection, but the ’90s icon and so-called diva refuses to slow down.

By Kate Pickert Sep 29, 2020. Photos by Kurt Iswarienko. Elle USA October 2020 issue

On a cool evening in February 2019, Shannen Doherty invited some friends to a Venice, California, rental house for a dinner party. Doherty’s actual home was in Malibu, 20 miles north, but she and her husband, photographer Kurt Iswarienko, had fled the property a few months earlier, when a wildfire that started inland burned nearly 100,000 acres on its way to the Pacific Ocean. The couple’s house survived the blaze, but Doherty says the property sustained significant damage that made it uninhabitable.

The guest list for the dinner included only people Doherty trusted: her husband and the friends who knew the real Shannen—not the 1990s tabloid caricature, the loudmouthed bad girl with a temper. Actress Sarah Michelle Gellar was there, along with model Anne Marie Kortright, Malibu real estate agent Chris Cortazzo, and a Los Angeles doctor named Lawrence Piro.

Doherty had compiled the guest list, but it was Piro, her oncologist, who drove the conversation. Less than two years earlier, the actress had finished treatment for breast cancer, and Piro was at the dinner to explain that Doherty’s disease was back. The cancer, Piro said, was now metastatic (also known as Stage IV), meaning it had spread beyond Doherty’s breast and lymph nodes. “The way he presented everything to everyone was matter-of-fact,” Doherty, 49, tells me when we speak in June. The news was devastating, of course, and Doherty had invited Piro so her friends could get answers to the questions she knew they would have. Would she die of this? Probably. Would she die soon? Probably not. Why did this happen? It was impossible to know. Could this be treated? Yes, to a point. “Everybody got to ask questions and know what we were looking at as a group, as a team,” Doherty says.

About 300,000 American women are diagnosed with breast cancer every year. In the majority of cases, initial treatment for the disease is effective, curing the patient. But in a significant share of cases, the breast cancer returns, either to the breast or nearby lymph nodes or to other parts of the body. In Doherty’s case, despite the surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation she had undergone after her first diagnosis, it seemed that some cancer cells had survived the assault and made their way to her spine. Eventually, the disease will most likely spread further, to Doherty’s brain, lungs, liver, or some combination thereof.

Still, there was reason for hope, Piro told the group. Treatment for metastatic breast cancer, which was once an automatic death sentence, has advanced in recent years, with patients living longer and having a better quality of life. Some survive for a decade or more. Doherty’s treatment would include hormone therapy to block the estrogen fueling her cancer, plus a second targeted drug that is often effective at stabilizing metastatic disease. If this didn’t work, there were other drug combinations to try, but the bottom line was that Doherty would be in treatment for the rest of her life. As Piro explained all this, his patient sat at the table, listening.

Nearly 30 years after she played Brenda Walsh on Beverly Hills, 90210, Doherty is still striking, with high cheekbones and shiny, jet-black hair. “I think people have a mental picture of Stage IV cancer as someone sitting in a gray hospital gown, looking out a window on their deathbed,” Iswarienko, tells me. “I don’t see a cancer patient when I look at Shannen. I see the same woman I fell in love with. She looks healthy and vital.”

As if a massive wildfire and a metastatic cancer diagnosis weren’t enough, there was more bad news to come. Weeks after the Venice dinner, Doherty’s 90210 costar Luke Perry died suddenly of a massive stroke. After the show, they had grown apart, but they’d reconnected in recent years. They were even talking about working together, developing a new television project.

At a memorial service for Perry in March 2019, Doherty saw Brian Austin Green, the only other 90210 castmate she could call a close friend. Green had known Doherty even before they were onscreen together, and she shared the news of her metastatic diagnosis with him, even though she was keeping it under wraps publicly. Doherty and Green chatted at the memorial, and the conversation eventually shifted to the latest reboot of the show, called BH90210, a scripted-reality version of the old nighttime drama set in the present day. Castmates Tori Spelling and Jennie Garth had helped come up with the idea for the series, which had been green-lighted at Fox, and all the principals of the original had signed on—except Doherty.

Even before her cancer diagnosis, Doherty was dead set against doing the show. “I had already done two 90210s by that point,” she says. “I didn’t really see it as something that was going to help, but I did feel that it could stir up stuff from when I was 19 years old.”

The 1990s made Doherty a household name, but the decade also left scars. She had helped build 90210 and the Fox network into juggernauts, but on and off set, she seemed to run into problems wherever she went. Celebrity tabloids regularly published stories about Doherty fighting with producers, writers, and actors. She was a diva, according to reports. She was a bitch, they said, impossible to deal with. A 1993 People magazine cover declared Doherty “Out of Control!” after the actress’s ex-fiancé accused her in court of threatening him with bodily harm. The story itself, one of many like it, reported that Doherty had “left a trail of bad debts, trashed homes, exhausted friendships, and wasted relationships.” There was even an I Hate Brenda newsletter devoted to bad-mouthing Doherty and her onscreen character. “The more stories that were written about me, the more defensive and closed off I became,” Doherty tells me. “And the bigger the walls I built around me. I had a lot of resentment.”

Doherty had worked hard to move on from that time. When the newest reboot came around, she had long been out of the spotlight, but her relative obscurity had an upside—privacy, which she prized more than anything. She didn’t want to go back, to the tabloids or her castmates. But Green asked her to reconsider. “I was really pitching her: ‘I know it’s going to be fucking hard, but come do it. I think it’ll be really good for you,’ ” Green says. The actors had grown up and were all different people now, Green told her, and so was she. He would act as a buffer if she needed one. “ ‘This is a rare opportunity to experience each other again in a much different way,’ ” Green says he told her.

Perry’s death shifted things for Doherty. Maybe the show could be a sort of tribute to him. Maybe it was a chance to prove to herself that metastatic breast cancer didn’t mean the end of working. Maybe it was both. “Things happen and you go, ‘All right, this is what I’m supposed to be doing at this moment,’ ” she says.

This moment would be different. Doherty had changed, yes, but so had her ability to fight back against negative stories in the celebrity press. “I knew that once I signed up for the show, the bullshit would start all over again. And, in fact, it did,” she says. The reboot’s showrunner and several writers quit before the new show began shooting, and rumors swirled that Doherty was once again acting out. “I addressed it immediately,” Doherty says. On Instagram, she wrote, “I refuse to be cast in the same villain role because ‘journalists’ lack imagination.… I am a woman with my own story.” She wrote that the rumors about her causing upheaval with the new show were untrue and that she was a more complicated person than the headlines made her seem: “I promise,” she wrote, “you don’t know me.”

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