((i'm so not ready for the unbearable heat of the parisian summer, pls pray 4 me.))
The waitress fusses over him and curses in a slightly louder voice than one would expect. perfection
leighton/chin length hair would be the most gorgeous, did you have to put that visual in my head no thx
YOU KNOW THE FUNNIEST-- i had also forgotten that she was a bass now. yano humphrey, yano.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here. i legit choked on my own spit
He hates that. He likes to think he hates clichés. /pets his stupid hair
He remembers other things as well, countless things, and sometimes at night when he's rereading his different drafts of different stories, he's terrified to find her still in them. Not as the main character this time, no, those time have passed, she is not the lead female character of his life anymore, so naturally she got moved to the sidelines of his stories too, but it scares him how he wasn't aware that she still remained there, somewhere. In
( ... )
+ the heat in Paris? just ask yourself, what would Blair Waldorf do? :)
+ leighton/chin length hair would be the most gorgeous, did you have to put that visual in my head no thx
AW ♥ I FEEL AWFUL HAVING IT IN MY HEAD TOO, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE SO SO BEAUTIFUL.
I almost went the entire fic without this description, and then I stopped, because, wait, this is Blair Waldorf, she would have done something with her hair through all these years, and she did ♥ in my head, this looks gorgeous.
YOU KNOW THE FUNNIEST-- i had also forgotten that she was a bass now. yano humphrey, yano.
ME TOO. changing your name means nothing, blair, doesn't change you. she should learn that, probably.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here. i legit choked on my own spit
GOOD. I LOVE THE TYPEWRITER PARAGRAPH SO MUCH ♥
He hates that. He likes to think he hates clichés. /pets his stupid hair
I KNOW RIGHT? I JUST WANT TO PET HIM.
Maybe that was it, though; maybe that's the whole point. No one likes a novel without a plot, and
( ... )
The sun's shining brightly, even while he’s trying to avoid it - it's the beginning of the story, he’ll decide sometime later, because that's what Dan knows the sun does at the beginnings of stories my terrible idiot. stawp.
(as if there was ever another version of how this would end) actually hopeless. shut up.
Blair Waldorf is what he knows, or likes to think he knows. He’s not sure what he knows about Blair Bass. Or what anyone knows about Blair Bass, for that matter. this is so gorgeous I can't.
They used to be friends, why not now? they were never friends, why not now?
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here. D Y I N G
Dan Humphrey: actual worst.
i love him shut up
but it scares him how he wasn't aware that she still remained there, somewhere. In minor female characters everywhere, brunettes married to wrong men, with sad eyes and flawless taste, who look down on everyone and everything they consider unworthy. you can't write the world you want to live in
( ... )
He's such a beautiful idiot, you know, it's glorious to write. Constructing stories out of everything and constructing the truth about himself with an occasional disregard for how things really are, it's glorious.
(as if there was ever another version of how this would end) actually hopeless. shut up.
♥
“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”
this was the original inspiration for this fic. it is what it is. hopelessly perpetual and perpetually hopeless.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here. D Y I N GI was terribly happy with that typewriter paragraph while I was writing it
( ... )
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and it's amazing omg ♥
((i'm so not ready for the unbearable heat of the parisian summer, pls pray 4 me.))
The waitress fusses over him and curses in a slightly louder voice than one would expect.
perfection
leighton/chin length hair would be the most gorgeous, did you have to put that visual in my head no thx
YOU KNOW THE FUNNIEST-- i had also forgotten that she was a bass now. yano humphrey, yano.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here.
i legit choked on my own spit
He hates that. He likes to think he hates clichés.
/pets his stupid hair
He remembers other things as well, countless things, and sometimes at night when he's rereading his different drafts of different stories, he's terrified to find her still in them. Not as the main character this time, no, those time have passed, she is not the lead female character of his life anymore, so naturally she got moved to the sidelines of his stories too, but it scares him how he wasn't aware that she still remained there, somewhere. In ( ... )
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+ leighton/chin length hair would be the most gorgeous, did you have to put that visual in my head no thx
AW ♥ I FEEL AWFUL HAVING IT IN MY HEAD TOO, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE SO SO BEAUTIFUL.
I almost went the entire fic without this description, and then I stopped, because, wait, this is Blair Waldorf, she would have done something with her hair through all these years, and she did ♥ in my head, this looks gorgeous.
YOU KNOW THE FUNNIEST-- i had also forgotten that she was a bass now. yano humphrey, yano.
ME TOO. changing your name means nothing, blair, doesn't change you. she should learn that, probably.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here.
i legit choked on my own spit
GOOD. I LOVE THE TYPEWRITER PARAGRAPH SO MUCH ♥
He hates that. He likes to think he hates clichés.
/pets his stupid hair
I KNOW RIGHT? I JUST WANT TO PET HIM.
Maybe that was it, though; maybe that's the whole point. No one likes a novel without a plot, and ( ... )
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The sun's shining brightly, even while he’s trying to avoid it - it's the beginning of the story, he’ll decide sometime later, because that's what Dan knows the sun does at the beginnings of stories
my terrible idiot. stawp.
(as if there was ever another version of how this would end)
actually hopeless. shut up.
Blair Waldorf is what he knows, or likes to think he knows. He’s not sure what he knows about Blair Bass. Or what anyone knows about Blair Bass, for that matter.
this is so gorgeous I can't.
They used to be friends, why not now?
they were never friends, why not now?
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here.
D Y I N G
Dan Humphrey: actual worst.
i love him shut up
but it scares him how he wasn't aware that she still remained there, somewhere. In minor female characters everywhere, brunettes married to wrong men, with sad eyes and flawless taste, who look down on everyone and everything they consider unworthy. you can't write the world you want to live in ( ... )
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(as if there was ever another version of how this would end)
actually hopeless. shut up.
♥
“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”
this was the original inspiration for this fic. it is what it is. hopelessly perpetual and perpetually hopeless.
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here.
D Y I N GI was terribly happy with that typewriter paragraph while I was writing it ( ... )
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you are doing a splendid job. perfectly capturing his voice and his construction of reality.
yes. good inspiration. and yes. it makes sense now that you have pointed it out.
the typewriter paragraph is all things hilarious and I couldn't love it more.
I REALLY LOVE IT OF COURSE ♥
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AND
... Oh, Dan... *hides behind hands*
He even thought about buying a typewriter the first week he was here.
This Moulin Rouge realness.
I'm ecstatic this exists.
THE ADULTERY WILL BE AMAZING, I FEEL IT IN MY BONES. MY BODY IS READY.
WHOMP WHOMP
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I AM HAPPY THAT YOU ARE ECSTATIC.
I hope the second part will be up ~soon, I've written about two thirds of it, which yay :)
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