bdfl:
Leighton and Blake on set - March 31st 2009.
Now this is a on-screen coupling I can get behind. They are SO gay for each other.
bdfl:
Leighton and Blake on set - March 31st 2009.
Now this is a on-screen coupling I can get behind. They are SO gay for each other.
(via dadoubaiu)
How many relics of 2003 can you spot during this performance?
I’ll get you started: “Fat” Christina Aguliera.
(via cardiogram)
I’m really bummed about this. I was hoping the tides were turning and Maine could be known for something besides lumberjacks and maple syrup. Like equality.
at the Second Avenue Deli
IN. LOVE.
Is this the place that has all those pastries? Like croissants filled with jam, chocolate, etc.?
” When Gossip Girl first started, the character of Nate Archibald was relegated to smoldering and looking confused — just a pot-smoking pretty boy who hadn’t banged his long-term girlfriend by junior year. But down the line, the writers saw in Nate a second facial expression (possibly elicited by professional trainers?) and they gave his character a cocky streak to go with this new impish, one-side-of-his-upper-lip-moving-up face he had been making. In this episode, the expression got its close-up as Nate went full underminer: He taunted Dan, making him insecure about how he was going to measure up to his movie-star girlfriend’s steamiest sex scenes. (“It’s completely understandable why you’re freaking out.”) He needled Chuck about his domestic problems (“I’m surprised Blair isn’t here; are you guys in another fight?”) and put Serena in her place about her lowlife commoner job (“At least I’m on the list and not working the door.”). We can’t wait till next episode, when he eyes Lily’s midsection as she lifts her forkful of Bolognese into her mouth and tells Jenny that the dudes from Nelson called and they want their hair back. Plus 10.” -NYMag.com, “Gossip Girl’s Mask is Becoming her Face”
THANK YOU. Nate was totally on point this episode.
3.09 They Don’t Shoot Humphrey’s, Do They? Still.
Ugh, I get it Not-so-Little J. You’re ~edgy~ and won’t wear white to Cotillion.
You could have gone one of two ways. You could have been the baddest bitch at the ball and worn gold, which would steal all the attention away from the other attendees.

Or, you could have worn Ashlee Simpson’s wedding reception dress.

CLEARLY, you choose the latter.
A three-year-old’s view of the NYC subway, from kottke.org (click it for fullsize)
This might be the cutest thing ever.
bdfl:
Daniel, Nathaniel and Charles
God, y’all are all sorts of gay.
This should be the three-way, plz and thx.