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“close enough”— anyone who’s ever tried to even out their eyeliner. (via eatyourpie)
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Bunny and Mamo-chan
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Anonymous asked: But by deleting S5 recaps you are depriving the world of Louis... not to mention his skills. Really, you're being REDEHCOOLUS!!!
Louis will forever live in our hearts. Or maybe he’ll hack NWN and put ‘em up. He got skeeeeelz.
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Leighton Meester for Marie Claire
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Douglas Booth on how Ed Westwick challenged him to a duel at 2 AM in the morning (x)
For those of you who found the hidden teaser, I thought you might like to see the fashion (:cough: if you want to call it that?) that helped me write the scene. See, it matches her dress ^_^
megamitenchi Said:
I have two birthday one-shots coming out this month (they’ll be added to Tattered Pages). For the stories you’ve listed, I’m guessing you only read completed stories? I’ve been writing What Do You Believe In? since last July, but it’ll become quite the beast by the time it’s completed. Easily in the 150,000 word range. Then again, it’s meant to be my sort of magnum opus and farewell to Gossip Girl. I’ve decided to pursue publishing an original novel, as terrifying as it is to say aloud. I’ve had a wonderful time writing fanfiction and I’m excited to see what is possibly next for me as a writer. I have no idea how many people might follow me when I leave fanfictionland, but I’m hopeful at least a few of you will ^_^
Thank you for writing to me and I am *so* happy Love You Some Day and Touch were fun reads for you! They’re older stories now and it means a great deal to know they are still being discovered and giving enjoyment after all this time. xoxo ~K
TVXQ!’s Max (Changmin) performing a solo cover of Extreme’s “More Than Words”
Thinking about a scene with What Do You Believe In?’s Chuck and Blair… -_^
The night before:
Blair walked out of the grand ballroom standing tall, her face calm, collected, nothing in her expression or movement showing any sign of the massive defeat she had just suffered. But as the distance between her and the horrific scene grew, her step quickened. She became aware of a tightness banded around her chest, growing tighter, making her breath into short pants and her mind feel foggy. She couldn’t really understand it, couldn’t focus on what had just happened, it was all too much, too many layers. Cold horror slid over her and her head began to spin a little as her tall heels rushed down a long hallway. Her eyes were locked on the burning red light of the exit sign ahead of her; a beacon, a savior, her way out.
Her mind was numb, she had forgotten the time of year, the weather outside, or that she had no coat. It took all the strength she had to shove the heavy door open. If that had not drained her enough, a blast of icy wind and rain crashed into her as she cleared the door. It was the the final stroke of defeat; the cold biting her to the bone, her mind uncertain if she should turn left or right, when her next step failed. Her gorgeous satin heels, the pristine white gauze of her dress, soaked… dirty, her hair unpinned by the wind and Serena’s take down. Blair had toppled into a puddle of rain water, the universe dethroning her just as she had Penelope that first day of school.
Some people know I’ve been struggling with selecting a pseudonym for my potential published works. Because of the :ahem: fun things I write, it’s important that I use a pseudonym. But how do you pick one? I don’t want anything totally gauche or too strange. The name I had wanted to have was published under for one singular novel about thirty years ago, so what are the rules for that? A little part of me would like to somehow point back to my Gossip Girl roots in my pseudonym. I do know I’d like the surname Fairfax. So two thoughts I’ve had are:
Kate M (for Megami) Fairfax
or maybe, in honor of ‘GG’
Gigi Fairfax
Or…? What else? Do you have any ideas?
I mean, John Green got his title for The Fault in Our Stars from the Nerdfighters, so maybe my fellow GG fans can help me solve this question?
First off this picture isn’t mine! all rights go to the creator.
Now , While I understand that whoever created this , probably didn’t really mean anything by It. I must point out that it is a little hurtful. There are good points. But like I always say, readers pile demands onto writers and then become irate when they don’t get their way. Has it ever occurred to anyone that writers have lives to. They have personal issues and yet we don’t ever stop and think about that. We just complain about how they write a character or how long it is taking for them to update. All the while as readers we go read their stories but only half of us actually stop and leave a review, and then some of those reviews are just ones filled with dislike. Fanfiction allows us to take those characters that we know and love out of the hands of show creators. Its gives us a chance to change their destiny if only for a few short chapters. But never the less, we have people willing to do this and yet all we can do it complain.When we should be thankful that we have such talented people willing to take time out of their busy lives to do this.
This isn’t directed at anyone, I just sometimes become frustrated when I see post about FF writers. I have a really good friend who writes FF and I see everything that she put into writing a story. I see her excitement, her terror as well as sadness.Writing is exhausting and it takes a lot out of a person, lets be thankful for our writers!
Maybe I have taken this out of context and if so I apologize :-)
I just want to thank Miss A for blogging on this. It’s great to see a reader standing up for writers, not just writers trying to stand up for themselves.
“I’m going to have to start getting dressed soon. And clearly I can’t shower with you here.”
Nate pouted at this information and Serena just laughed, “That! That is exactly why! I’ll never make it to Cotillion if you don’t get out of my bed!”
The mention of tonight’s Cotillion shifted the mood; Serena thoughtfully nibbled on a strawberry, Nate stared down at the jumble of sheets. “You know…” he lifted his eyes up to her, “you’re going to be beautiful tonight.”
He offered her his brightest smile and she returned it while leaning in to kiss him, “Thank you.”
Serena ruffled his hair after the sweet kiss, “Nate…”
Reaching up, he softly touched her cheek, a soft, “Hmm?” rumbled in reply.
“You trust me, right? You know that tonight-”
Nate stopped her with a kiss, quelling her rising nervousness. Breaking apart, he cupped her cheek and gazed into her eyes, “Tonight will be fine. You’ll be beautiful and amazing.”
Tease from What Do You Believe In? Chapter 19: Draai Jou Rug
Artwork by the exceptional Ley, aka kutchu
From the beautiful mind of Ley.
What Do You Believe In? by MegamiTenchi
“I was just like you once. We all begin in the same places, more or less, don’t we? We face conflict— teasing, name-calling, pranks, persecution. And how you respond to that, is what makes you and me different. That’s why I am Queen and you… are you. Yet we still have the same fatal flaw. No matter how many times you tell yourself you don’t have one, or you sacrifice it, or try to bury it away, we cannot escape… our hearts.”
Omg Jackie!!!!!!! I wish you could hear the gleeful noise I made!! I think I scared the kitties… this is awesome! I LOVE IT :D Seriously! :squeals again: It has all the things!! AHHH!!! Poole & Co. and, and, the beach, and the headband, and :can’t stop grinning like an idiot: I caaaaaan’t. Internets! You *fail* at expressing my joy!!!!!
The week of Cotillion was freezing cold. How odd that the city’s weather should reflect the attitude of its Queen? Dance rehearsals at the studio were a mess of tension and friction. Blair dancing with Nate, Nate watching Serena dance with Carter, Carter watching it all as Chuck watched Blair and completely ignored his debutante. Heated looks, looks of longing, looks of frustration, yet all stepping lightly on their feet, practicing the social graces this ancient institution had taught them in order to avoid an explosion.
Later that night, Blair primly stood in front of Chuck’s table at Victrola. She felt his eyes running over the silky green blouse, her simple wool skirt, and seeing right through her.
“What brings you here?” Chuck asked coolly, tossing back his scotch, a pre-emptive burn in anticipation of the one she would cause him.
“I need a favor.”
She did not disappoint; he felt her request curdle in his stomach. He looked up from his glass and gazed at her, eyes hard and dark. She swallowed nervously, afraid of his response.
“What does the Queen require?”
Tease from What Do You Believe In? Chapter 18: השמש שוקעת
Art work by the endlessly talented kutchu.
What Do You Believe in? Chapter 15: Kun Me Ollaan Yksin
It was a cool Friday evening and everyone who mattered was curled up with their favorite vices inside the walls of Victrola. Nate, Serena, and Blair had joined Chuck at his table, basking in the importance of sitting with him. The blonds wandered between the table and the dance floor while Blair was satisfied to watch over her kingdom, a cool drink resting between her pretty hands. Next weekend was the Kiss on the Lips party and she was enjoying the brief escape from the planning and pressure.
Both she and Chuck sat back, relaxed. Her hands were visibly toying with the tall martini glass before her. Chuck held his glass of scotch in one hand, though the other… the other was secretly toying with the hem of Blair’s dress, idle caresses, a tie to their subconscious connection.
The movement froze however, as Chuck cast his gaze once more across the room. He could scarcely believe his eyes. He had heard, but to see…
Carter Baizen, drink in hand, now brazenly sliding up into his booth. And sitting next to Blair. Chuck remained mute, but his hard stare said plenty. Carter didn’t see it however. He was eyeing up Blair.
Blair simply glanced at Carter with complete disinterest. And without warning, Carter planted his lips on hers. Blair struggled against the force of him but he held on tight, just long enough to horrify their audience, before pulling away. His smirk in that moment could have rivaled one of Chuck’s. “Mm, nothing but the best improvements, I see, Waldorf. The past three years have certainly…” His eyes dropped down, “filled out all of your younger potential.”
Blair, disgusted after shrugging off her shock, slapped him, “I’m the Queen. Don’t you dare cross me, Baizen.”
Carter took it all in stride, turning his attention to Chuck. “And Bass. Congratulations. Nearly three years, and you’ve managed to get her to sit next to you. You must be so proud of yourself.”
“Watch yourself, Baizen.” Chuck’s exterior was cool, but his teeth were clenched, “If you don’t, you’ll never be entering my club again.”
Carter leaned back, “So what I heard is true, daddy bought you a club to play with? Gosh,” He gushed falsely, “Your first club and a girl sitting next to you, you must be on top of the world.”
Chuck’s voice was dangerously low, “Carter.”
The other boy groaned, “God, I forgot what tight-asses the two of you are. I’m going to go play with Nate and Serena. They always were the fun ones.”
Art by the ever amazing Ley.
when you finally finish reading a 200 page fanfiction and you stumble out of your room and don’t know what’s canon anymore
A girl’s gotta have goals? :exports WDYBI into a .pdf: Yes!!! 201 page and we have a ways to go yet :D
(via laceybelles)
This is for the lovely Kate a.k.a Megamitenchi, the Queen of Chuck and Blair smut.
So I started making this for you last night, I hope you like it. Happy Birthday Again!
Issa, you’ve turned me into a pile of mush! I love *so* much, omg look, it’s a blue ribbon!!! :D And XD What’s a Queen without a King? Ohoho, you guys will find out soon enough ;_; Issa!!! This is *so* perfect!! :shakes her iMac with joy: I love it!!!!!!! Thank you so so much!!!!!! xoxo!
So the final volume in Ally Condie’s MATCHED trilogy came out today. The last book, REACHED, is a great ending to an excellent series, and I think very highly of both the series and its author.
All the pre-publication reviews have been great, and the initial Amazon user reviews were awesome,…
I love you, John Green.
What Do You Believe In? Chapter 12: Открой глаза, отключи разум
He could see the pain on her face as she spoke and he took her hand. She pulled away from him. The feelings, all of those feelings were surging back up inside her, the fear, the terror, all the… other things, he made her feel. No. No.
“But you didn’t see me,” She pulled herself up, Queen B’s strength taking over, “And you didn’t want me there.”
“Blair,” he growled, “That’s not what I meant. Why… why can’t you see?”
She glared at him, “See wha-”
He cut her off with a kiss. She tried to pull back, but he held her there, his mouth determined as it pressed against hers. But she couldn’t, she could not look at this. She could feel it, those feelings, as she breathed him in, felt his presence sinking into her. He began pulling her close as he murmured, “Come to me, Blair.”
Artwork created by the brilliant and gracious kutchu.
