And 'I;m Chuck Bass' doesn't count !

" Someone should invent an iPhone app that allows you to speak like Chuck Bass. Like that “I Am T-Pain” app. No points. Just saying it would be cool. Even. "  - Gossip Girl insider

This is so cool!

It's not the limo...

...it's the person inside it.

I so want Ed Westwick. Or at least I did.
-Read the post on top.

And... Care to make a wager?

And here's the 2nd one. :)


gossip girl (Season 1- 17 candles)

Care to make a wager?
-Blair’s Point Of View.

Where is Nate? I didn’t even see as much as a glimpse of him at my party. And he phoned me this morning –said he wanted to give me something. I wonder what did he get me –the necklace?
There was a sound of footsteps, coming towards me. I looked up from my mobile phone that I was fiddling in my hands.
Chuck.
Again.
‘Stalk me much?’ I asked, annoyed, and walked to the balcony wall. I rested my arm there.
Chuck followed.
Of course.
‘What are you doing up here all alone?’ he asked. Like it wasn’t obvious. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
I answered anyway. ‘I don’t know where Nate is, and he always calls me at midnight when it turns my birthday,’ I said that all in a matter-of-fact way.
‘Wow!’ he exclaimed, his voice heavy with sarcasm. ‘I wouldn’t count on it tonight.’
I rolled my eyes, but he continued
‘Doesn’t it strike you as a little bit of a coincidence? The timing of everything?’ he cocked his head.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked suspiciously. This was Chuck after all.
‘Nate decides to get back with you just after your mother puts the brakes on the captain’s deal.’
Shocked. Almost.
However, I composed myself quickly. ‘He wouldn’t do that.’
‘Yes he would.’ Chuck said into my face. ‘If it were to help his family, you know he would.’
There was a little nagging at the back of my head. I ignored it.
‘Nate loves me.’ Chuck sighed. ‘Whatever he’s doing, wherever he is, he will call at midnight, you’ll see!’
Chuck seemed thoughtful for a second. Then he spoke, ‘Care to make a wager?’
I knew he was up to no good. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
‘-If he calls, I’ll leave you alone forever. If he doesn’t, -’ he emphasised on the ‘doesn’t’, ‘-you spend the night with me.’ His face was so close to mine.
‘I will not!’ I replied a little too quickly and pushed him away from me.
I was totally repulsed by that idea. Spend the night? With Chuck?! Never.
‘I thought you were sure,’ he seemed disappointed. Why wouldn’t he?
I didn’t like the sound of this. Not one bit.
‘You’re gonna lose,’ I told him, childishly. He seemed slightly amused.
‘He has never missed my birthday.’

[property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
12th March 2009

Butterflies?

Finished my biology test paper early that day at school, and I couldn't do anything -obviously. LOL! So I sat there, running the gossip girl scenes about in my head. And, I got a brainwave and translated them into stories. Well, I actually just changed it from movie form to book form. Here's one.
Oh, and both are scenes with Chuck and Blair. :P


[gossip girl (Season 1- 17 candles)]

Butterflies?
-Blair’s Point Of View.

I stared out at the highway from the balcony where I stood. Cars sped across, with their headlights guiding the way.
Footsteps. Coming my way.
Please don’t let it be Chuck, please don’t let it be Chuck.
‘You ready for your present?’
Chuck.
I spun over and grabbed his hair. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]

‘Ow.’
Surprised.
‘-If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask!’
Really?
The side of his head was parallel to the balcony’s wall. I didn’t let go.

‘Hey, Blair,’
A girl’s voice. I turned over.
‘Hi! Hello there.’ I replied, letting go of Chuck. He sprang back up. ‘Happy birthday to me!’ I added.
She just walked away. I sighed and turned back to Chuck.
‘You nauseate me,’ I told him, pushing strands of stray hair away from my face.

‘All this talk about how you have to be with Nate or the world would end,’ Chuck said into my face. ‘Face it – it’s over!’
I looked at him, half puzzled.
‘You sound like a jealous boyfriend,’ I told him, turning back to stare at the highway.
He scoffed. ‘Yeah, right. You wish,’ he swallowed and shifted his body to lean against the wall.
I turned my gaze slowly to him. I could see that there was a slight flush of pink under his cheeks even though it was quite dark then. What did he want?
I looked at him suspiciously. He did not turn. It was my turn to scoff.
‘No. You wish!’ I retorted.
This, made him turn.
‘Please!-’ he said, like it was only too obvious. ‘-You forget who you’re talking to.’ And he looked away again, like there was something that he could not let me see.
‘So do you,’ I said, which made him turn back.
Thoughts ran around in my head. And suddenly, something clicked. But Chuck? And not just any Chuck – Chuck Bass! Impossible.
I decided to test him. That would probably tell if I was wrong.
‘Do you – like me?’ I asked.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was Chuck Bass. But…but he had never acted all funny like this before.
He stared at me, and then said, ‘Define like.’
This was probably the most shocking thing I have ever heard in my life.
‘I – I – ’ I stuttered. ‘You have got to be kidding me. I do not believe this.’ I turned towards the highway again.
He did not look at me while I was saying that, but he tilted his head back before turning back to face me. [property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
‘How do you think I feel?’ he demanded. ‘I haven’t slept. I feel sick. Like there’s something in my stomach – fluttering!’
Fluttering??!
Totally mortified, I asked, ‘Butterflies?’
He was staring straight ahead.
‘Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.’ I walked –almost subconsciously- to his other side whereas he turned his back to me. ‘This is not happening.’
‘Believe me. No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.’ I don’t know whether it was supposed to be consoling or what, but it didn’t work.
‘Chuck,’ I told him severely. ‘You know, that I adore all of God’s creatures and the-’ I rolled my eyes. ‘-metaphors that they all inspire. But-’ I clenched my fist. ‘-those butterflies, have got to be murdered.’
He was staring at the ground, but at the word murdered, he turned his head up towards me.
He walked a step forward and faced me, his face just a few inches from mine.
‘Fine.’ He sounded a little pissed. ‘It wasn’t that great anyway.’
Like I cared.
‘Thanks.’ I replied anyway, sarcastically.

[property of a.scarlet.fantasy.]
12th March 2009

Chuck's butterflies bookmarks !!!

Bookmarks I made for my friends . :)

^ ^

Mine and Phyllis. Want one too??

Ah, the Laura's (the apostrophy is meant to be there, Hannah. :P )

Dedicated to Laura -easy to see. They're similar to the original a.scarlet.fantasy. butterflies, just pink instead of violet.

The back of them.

^ ^ !

Chuck's butterflies

I was bored. And Chuck is so adorable -when he's not being pervert-y. And a,scarlet.fantasy needed something new. So that's basically how this was created.

Ready made. In a packet. :)

Oh, and that was the back. Here's the front.

After being drawn, I cut them out.

Cut out ones. These 2 are limited edition ones. I only drew 4. :p

The not-so-limited-edition ones. Have them in almost bulk. LOL!

The real original ones.

And lastly, Chuck's butterflies before they were in circles. :D

My favourite quote right now.

I was watching gossip girl -I know, I know. You're sick of it now. After reading all I wrote about it. But this is hilarious. At least, to me it was.

Oh! Yeah, and first, I will have to mention my favourite part. Guess which it was? Hint: Season 1.

Ok. It was the scene where B and C were making out. At the back of the limo. Cruising along the night streets of New York.

It was sooooo awesome !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is wrong with me. I know, you're probably thinking that.

Haha.

Kk, back to my fave quote.

B: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.
C: (snorts) Yeah right. You wish.
B: (pauses. Then looks at C and scoffs) No. You wish.
C: (looks at her)Please. You forget who you're talking to.
B: So do you.

B: Do you...like me?
C: (looks at her) Define like.
B: Uh! You've gotta be kidding. I do not believe this.
C: How do you think I feel?
I haven't slept. I feel sick.
Like there's something in my stomach...fluttering! (God!!! I LOVE it when he said 'Fluttering!' !!!!!!)
B: (stares at him with disbelief) Butterflies?
Oh, no no no no no. This is so not happening.
C: Believe me. No one is more ashamed or surprised than I am.
B: Chuck, you know that I adore all of God's creatures, and the metaphors that they inspire.But...those butterflies - have got to be murdered. (nods head encouragingly)
C: (turns to her) Fine. It wasn't that great anyway.
B: Thanks.


LOL!!!!!!!!!!!! Murder? Those butterflies?

Don't you get it?? Do you ?

It's hilarious!!!!!!!