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Reality shows are a guilty pleasure of mine. Are there any Everlark fics involving reality shows?
Here are a few that I’m aware of:
Panem’s Most Eligible - c_r_roberts aka hashtagpeeta
The Match Game - MTK4FUN
And Your Bird Can Sing - Abagail Snow aka absnow
Farm to Table - flyingcarpet
Sing With Me - bookgirl318
For The Crown - Court81981
If anyone knows of others, please let us know!
Get to Know You Questions
Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
I was tagged by jhutchmyanchor
What’s the #1 most played song on your iPod? The Story by Brandi Carlile
If you could witness any event past, present or future, what would it be? I’d want to see my parents fall in love
If you could be any fictional character, who would you choose? Probably Elizabeth Bennet
What would you name the autobiography of your life? Nothing to See Here
What songs are included on the soundtrack to your life? Only In My Dreams by Debbie Gibson, Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi, Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon, 3AM by Matchbox 20, Grey Street by Dave Matthews, Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, The Story by Brandi Carlile
Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best? I am sure there are plenty, but nothing sticks out in my mind.
What do you miss most about being a kid? That feeling of looking forward to every day, and not knowing how fast it all goes by.
What story does your family always tell about you? Ugh, okay, when I was five or six, my parents introduced me to Star Wars (the original trilogy because the prequels did not exist at the time...also, pretty sure the first time I saw them they were on Laser Disk. Yeah, go look that one up ya whippersnappers) Anywho...apparently (I have no recollection of this moment), I was riveted to the screen the whole time we watched Return of the Jedi. But when Vader tosses the Emperor over the railing into the heart of the Death Star, I stood up and yelled, “I KNEW LUKE WAS RIGHT!!! I KNEW THERE WAS STILL GOOD IN HIM!!!”
If you could be any fictional character, who would you choose? Wait...didn’t I already answer this?
If you could know the answer to any question, besides “What is the meaning of life?”, what would it be? Did I really drunk high-five the pilot on our way to Vegas or is my husband a dirty liar?
Where’s Waldo? Lounging in a beach chair. Which he really shouldn’t do in a sweater, jeans, and a beanie in this weather...have some water, Waldo, sheesh.
My Questions:
1. What is your quest?
2. What is your favorite color?
3. What is the airspeed of an unladen swallow?
4. You’re stuck in a basement for a tornado watch. What are you taking with you?
5. What’s the last thing you do before going to bed at night?
6. Where do your shoes live? In the closet? Shoved under the bed? A basket by the door?
7. If you had one day to hang out with any fictional character, who would it be and what would you want to do? Also, would it be in their world or would you transport them to ours?
8. Who is your one phone call should you ever be arrested?
9. What’s on your summer reading list?
10. What is the last event you went to that you had to purchase a ticket for? Did you have a good time?
11. Name one thing on your bucket list.
I tag: abbythebear, bubblegum1425, dragonprincess76, ombradellaluna, flying-carpet, whowhatsitwhich, witchandhuntress, shellibug, norbertsmom, buttercupisbrainless, and hawthornhedge
Go to bed, KL.
flying-carpet replied to your post “#why isn't it time yet!?" WHY ARE YOU IN A RUSH FOR GANSEY TO DIE KL.”
I need more time to come to terms and write lots of fic before it happens though.
We are gonna get SO MUCH MORE FIC WRITTEN because of this. Which means so is everyone else, which means I get more fic to read. I’m pretty stoked about it, honestly. I hope we all just continue to dig further down into the random weird shit. I’m gonna end up writing fic entirely about Henry Cheng before March, I can feel it.
getawaymachine replied to your post “#why isn't it time yet!?" WHY ARE YOU IN A RUSH FOR GANSEY TO DIE KL.”
THERE WILL BE NO RIPPING OF BANDAGES. GANSEY WILL BE ALIVE FOREVER AND EVER AMEN.
DON’T TELL ME. I’M HERE FOR IT. I MEAN, KILL THE KID SURE, BUT BRING HIM BACK. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE THE REST OF THOSE SHITHEADS HAVE TO LIVE WITHOUT GANSEY.
WHO ARE WE TO YOU, MAGGIE? NOTHING? IF YOU LET HIM DIE, THAT IS NOT KEEPING US SAFE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? IF GANSEY DIES, WE DIE TOO.
lisapizza replied to your post “#why isn't it time yet!?" WHY ARE YOU IN A RUSH FOR GANSEY TO DIE KL.”
batty and i are working on a complicated plan to save him but WE NEED MORE TIME.
I’m just saying, if you’re complicated plan involved a time machine--which as far as I can tell from Doctor Who only EVER complicates things--then it wouldn’t matter how much time you had before March. You could always come back and do it later. (I kind of want to write a story now about a really lazy inventor who finally gets around to doing shit near the end of his life and then uses his time invention to go back and make sure he had the life he wanted all along.)
actualwizardbillykaplan replied to your post “#why isn't it time yet!?" WHY ARE YOU IN A RUSH FOR GANSEY TO DIE KL.”
It can't happen til I get my #save Gansey shirt
Yeah, but you already ordered that, right? So I’ll need to wait like, a week tops?
faerielament replied to your post “captainragtag tagged me in a music meme: Rules: put your music on...”
wow, these lyrics are absolutely gorgeous.
Aren’t they just? I’ve always been a lyrics person over a music person. I mean, they’re both integral and make me feel many things, but it’s the words that really cut me open. I’ll listen to all kinds of nonsense, but if I really love something it will be the words that do it. These songs in particular are all from the Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff Do Spy Things And Sometimes Bang playlist that I keep on the iPod, so there’s more than a bit of a theme. Heh.
Tagged by the fabulous peetabreadgirl, whose mind is secretly as dirty as mine...don’t let her fool you. ;-)
1. Why did you choose your url? Bah! Okay, so I am too lazy to dig through my archives to find it, but a long time ago, I saw this fantastic post. An ask to someone who was not me, about what Katniss and Peeta’s tumblr’s would look like if Panem had tumblr. The answer was hysterical and amazing, and contained the line “And Katniss never, ever follows back.” So I adapted that into my URL.
2, Middle name? No. I see you trying to hack into my bank account. *Side-eye*
3. If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be? Toothless
4. Favorite color? Blue
5. Favorite song? It changes daily. Today...Loved Me Back to Life - Sia
6. Top three fandoms? The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Mavel, Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings...I’m gonna stop revealing how much of a Geek I am now...
7. Why do you enjoy Tumblr? Because I have made some amazing friends on here and had an incredibly positive experience sharing my writing with you all, not to mention the joy of seeing what you all create.
8. Tag 9 of your Tumblr crushes? ...Why 9? Whatever... dragonprincess76, lifeloveanddance, iamseemaree, flying-carpet, peetasbunmyoven, peetastrophe, myusernamehere, clandestineclemintine, whowhatsitwhich
You can tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to. Random hit your iPod/phone/iTunes/media player/etc… and write down the first 10 songs then tag 10 people. One rule: no skipping!!
I was tagged by the fantastic whowhatsitwhich. I cheated and had it on a playlist because ya’ll don’t wanna know how terrifyingly weird Shuffle All can get on mine...So this is actually a better reflection of what I listen to...yes?
1: Love Me Back to Life - Sia 2. Arms - Christina Perri 3. You Know My Name - Chris Cornell 4. Sacrifice - Zella Day 5. Grey Street - Dave Matthews Band 6. C’Mon - Panic! at the Disco (feat. Fun) 7. Just a Game - Birdy 8. Blank Space - Taylor Swift 9. Dream On - Aerosmith 10. Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia
I am tagging: abbythebear, titania522, peetabreadgirl, orange-attitude, flying-carpet, ombradellaluna, iamseemaree, loving-mellark, hutchhitched, myusernamehere
How about Gadge, they go on a date but one of them doesn't know it's a date? <3!
nursekelly0429 said: Madge works with Hazelle, she invites Madge to dinner. Gale is expecting an old lady, but she’s a hot blonde
I mushed these two together--hope that’s okay!
Ever since his mother started working at the bookstore, she wouldn’t shut up about the owner, Madge.
Madge suggested this book to me--I stayed up all night reading it, it was that good.
Madge has some really interesting thoughts about feminism and romance novels.
Madge was wearing the cutest skirt today.
Gale was happy Hazelle had made a friend. He really, really was. But he was confused as to why she insisted on talking about her so often to Gale, especially since it appeared Rory and Vick knew almost nothing about her.
“Madge is coming by tonight,” Hazelle announced when Gale walked into the kitchen. “She’s staying for dinner.”
Gale furrowed his brow, confused. “Should I leave?” He came home for dinner every Friday, and it wasn’t like Hazelle to have company over.
“Oh no--but it’s just going to be the three of us tonight, because Posy’s at her friend’s and Vick and Rory are out.”
Gale picked up a piece of carrot and tossed it in his mouth with a crunch. Great. Dinner with two middle aged ladies. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, it was just...not how he saw his Friday night going.
The doorbell rang and Hazelle looked up from the sauce she was stirring. “That’s her. Mind getting the door?”
Gale made sure she didn’t see his eyeroll and headed to the front door. He opened it to find a woman about his age clutching a bottle of wine. He stared, taking in her soft blonde waves and the way her dark blue top made her eyes seem bright. She was staring at him too, and he suddenly wished she was Madge, not the woman who was his mother’s friend. “Wrong house,” he said, just as she said “Rory?”
“Madge?” he asked incredulously because Madge should be fifty and greying, not in her twenties and...hot.
“Yup,” she said, still standing on the front porch.
“Come in, come in.” Gale stood to the side and let her pass. “And I’m Gale, not Rory.”
“Ah, okay. I thought you looked a little old to be Rory. Shoes on or off?”
“On is fine. Ma! Madge is here!” he shouted.
Hazelle bustled out of the kitchen, a look of slightly exaggerated concern on her face. “Madge! So good to see you! I hate to do this, but Posy just called and I have to go get her right now. But dinner’s on the table, if you two want to get started without me.” She grabbed her keys from the side table and swept out the door without giving them a chance to protest.
Gale stared at Madge (again) and she stared at him (again) until he took charge and led her to the living room…
...which was now lit by candlelight.
Madge giggled softly. “Don’t look now, but I think your mom is setting us up,” she said in a mock-whisper.
Gale scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I, uh, I think so.” Now Hazelle’s comments made sense, but still. His mother was on thin fucking ice. But there wasn’t really a polite way to get out of this, so he took the wine bottle from her hands and poured them both healthy glasses of wine. “Right. So you’re Madge,” he started as they sat down.
“I am. And you’re Gale.” She smiled and took a sip of wine. “I should have suspected she’d try something like this--she’s been talking you up to me for months.”
“Yeah, me too.” Gale’s phone buzzed and he dug it out of his pocket. “I’m betting anything this is Ma, texting to tell me she ran into traffic.” He glanced down and sighed, sliding the phone over to Madge.
She laughed, and he couldn’t help but notice that set-up or not, she was pretty. “Subtle. Real subtle. I’m going to make her handle closing for the next month. If she wasn’t my favorite employee, she might be in real trouble.”
Gale smiled and she smiled back, and they dove into what had to be the weirdest blind date they’d ever been on.
flying-carpet replied to your post “*reads something beautiful* *is overwhelmed by a need to contribute to...”
Sometimes I think that the hiding under chairs is an essential part of the creative process. That's where the ideas percolate best.
This is probably quite true. If nothing else it gives you a bit of time outside of the pressure to create and let’s you just stir things around until something looks interesting.
Then you crawl back up on the chair and try again.
How about Gadge, both reached for the last copy of a book at the bookstore. <3.
I mashed this up with mereditheo‘s request for mistaken sexual identity gadge and changed it up a little bit, but it’s still in a bookstore. Hope you like it!
Gale wasn’t the typical clientele in Our Books, Ourselves. In fact, he stood out like a sore thumb, with his permanent five o’clock shadow and steel toed boots. Well, steel toed boots were pretty par for the course at the store, but they were usually on someone a little less...male.
Madge looked forward to his visits, usually on Thursdays a little after five. He bought a book each time with little browsing--he walked straight to the appropriate section and grabbed one. He worked at the new building going up across the street, but she was reasonably sure he wasn’t a construction worker because sometimes he showed up in a suit. Probably an architect or an engineer, she decided on his third visit (Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity) but she had to admit, she was very, very curious about his reading list. Judith Butler, Joan Wallach Scott, and bell hooks weren’t the usual fare for guys like him. She tried flirting (she was almost positive he was straight) but he seemed to be restraining himself to polite chit chat. She tried (oh, how she tried) because she was pretty sure he was interested, but he wasn’t taking her bait. Any of it.
“The Madwoman in the Attic?” Madge asked on his fourth visit.
“Yup.”
“Have you considered Wide Sargasso Sea? I mean, if you’re interested in deconstructing Victorian literature from a feminist perspective that’s a good read.”
Gale slid his credit card across the counter top. “Pretty sure my mom has that one. That’s what started all of this, anyway.”
“Your mom?” Madge swiped his card and waited for the charge to process.
“Yeah. She read it and decided to join a feminist theory book club up at the university.”
“And you pick up her reading list,” Madge finished, the pieces clicking into place. “Never pegged you as a momma’s boy,” she teased and handed over the credit card slip to sign.
“Just being a good son,” he said with a grin that took his face from handsome to should not be allowed. He grabbed the book and left, the bells above the door tinkling softly to mark his exit.
That was when Madge realized his credit card was still on the counter. She darted out from behind the counter onto the crowded sidewalk. “Gale! Your card!” she yelled and he turned around. Madge dodged a few annoyed pedestrians and caught up with him.
“Sorry--I was, uh, distracted. I owe you one,” he said and took the card.
Madge decided enough was enough. “Then make it up to me. Drinks at Abernathy’s. I get off at six.”
Gale looked her up and down. “You’re...interested?”
Madge rolled her eyes at him, realizing the reason for his hesitation. “Straight girls work at feminist bookstores too you know.”
“I probably shouldn’t say anything more, huh?” he said sheepishly.
“Not if you want those drinks,” Madge flirted.
Gale jerked his chin toward the store and smiled. “Go finish your shift. I’ll meet you at Abernathy’s.”
