FUCKING VERONICA MARS FUCKING MOVIE
Thank you Rob Thomas. Thank you Kristen Bell. V. Mars fans are the best. You rock.
I still have moments when I am so very sad about the debacle that was Dair. The final season of GG was ultimately gross and pandering. It did end on the Met Steps with Dan and Blair walking off into the sunset. It was disrespectful. Dair was beauty. It was love. It’s gone and an entire fandom disrespected. I just have to say this, to get it off my chest. As a fangirl, as someone who enjoys getting lost in characters, in story lines, in ships, what happened left a deep cut.
Dair lives in my heart.
synopsis: Fifteen years post S5 finale. Blair has been living in Paris, managing Waldorf Designs. She returns to New York for a wedding. Inspired by the awesome Rebeccavis’ We Could Have Had it All. Multi-chapter.
author note: yes, I finally wrote another chapter
excerpt:
The birth is fast and the doctor barely makes it before Blair is screaming that she wants to push as Dan grips her hand. Everything is a blur but the world snaps into focus when Blair hears the cry, a screaming breath announcing the entrance of an entirely new person into this world. The baby is red and loud, a head of thick dark hair, face scrunched up, screaming and Blair puts her to her chest and whispers into her wet hair and feels her sigh against her skin, holding her tight. She is tired and shaking and covered with sweat, and for a moment she worries that her arms aren’t strong enough to keep hold of the infant in her arms. People are buzzing around her, a whirl of motion, and she hears words tossed back and forth.
pinked up apgar looks good mom’s doing well
Blair doesn’t care what any of it means. She takes a deep breath, inhales the scent of the tiny wrinkled being resting on her chest and in that moment she understands everything. She understands love, pure and simple love. She loves her. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s everything.
“It’s mama,” Blair whispers and the baby stops crying and is silent, and Blair wonders at the power of her voice.
It’s mama.
Honestly, I laughed harder during that hour of television than I do with most comedies. If GG has done nothing else, it’s morphed into a somewhat brilliant farce of itself. What makes this really amusing is that I’m sure it’s entirely unintentional. And I say this quite honestly, having been watching S1 and being able to compare it to S6, and not from a place of YOU BASTARDS DESTROYED DAIR. Although you bastards did do that. So, here goes.
Georgie. I love you Georgie. I love you Michelle Trachtenberg. You are not disengaged and phoning it in. You are having FUN. I think I officially worship at the alter of Georgina Sparks.
Chuck and Blair. My eyes. They burn. The pain, the pain. Some seem to think it’s epic pain, but oh man, it’s pain. There was a lot of lip service, some snappy one-liners, and yeah, we get it. Pact. Love. Blablahblah, but at some point I had to pause the show and yell at the TV…”WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DATE?” I don’t quite get this being apart thing. Blame that one on the epic stupidity of the writers.
But, after some thought, I think I might actually get it. It’s about games. Chuck and Blair have always mistaken games for love and they’re doing it again. Blair had real love and she couldn’t see it, or handle it, but she understands games, thinks games are love, and she’s chosen games again. And I’ve gone from thinking that the writers are epically stupid to thinking they might be accidentally brilliant. Delve into this. Peel back Chuck and Blair, figure out why they are incapable of really loving, why do they consistently mistake game-playing for love. The pact is certainly a more loving game than they’ve played previously, but it’s still a game. It’s always a game with them.
Oh, but I forgot. You are the writers for GG.
Never mind.
The power imbalance is still there with Chuck and Blair as well. I get the feeling that Blair would be done with their pact in a second, yet she accepts it and still lets Chuck call the shots. She told Dan she wanted to be independent again, to find herself, but she’s back to being dependent, letting Chuck make the decisions, going along with things she doesn’t agree with just for him. Not that Chuck and Blair have ever been an example of anything but a compulsive unhealthy relationship, but after her big choice and for all the Chair is Endgame bullshit, there has been no change. They are the same chuckandblairblairandchuck they’ve ever been. Blair is as warped as she’s ever been. Chair is as sad as it’s ever been. Epic my ass. Epically messed up.
Vomit. (except I admit that ranting about Chair felt really, really good)
Then there was the acting. Really not that great. ::ring ring::
Dan. I love you Dan Humphrey. You hold your own with Georgina. You’re still a decent guy. I love that instead of moping over Blair you have sank into protective sarcasm. I’m sorry you saw your dad post-coital with Ivy. You don’t deserve that.
Dan and Blair. Am I a masochist? I still see that spark. It’s not over. Dan was right on target about Blair and Chuck. If she’s chosen him, why isn’t she with him? Oh, I forgot, false obstacles developed by burnt out writers. But Dair is still there, the tension is still there and I swear that Leighton’s best moment during the entire shit-show was when Dan confronted her about this fact. If Blair is so in love with Chuck, if he is truly her choice, she should be able to say that to Dan and tell Chuck that he’s being stupid, that nothing is bigger than their love, that they should be together. She can’t. Even if Dair doesn’t end up being end game, this was not the EPIC LOVE I had expected to see after Blair’s big choice. The pre-Dair Blair is back. The one who in the end hated herself. I guess we have gone full circle.
Bart and Lily. Renewing vows? Dumb, dumb, dumb, and Lily, that dress is a terrible color on you. Putty gray? On pale skin? No.
Rufus and Ivy. I adored the shout out to the actress who played Lola. And the rest? Boring revenge plot. Boring manipulation. And, what…was that Ivy making out with Rufus, post-coital on the couch (poor Dan)….
MY EYES
It’s the contemporary version of getting a lobotomy No more sticking ice picks in your brain, just watch an episode of Gossip Girl. All I have to say is…
MORE GEORGINA SPARKS.
ah, I have a small problem called Dollhouse that I want to finish. I really will get back to Dair fic writing. Promise. In the meantime, yes, I watched 6.1. Yes, I did.
and I love you!!!! Thanks for reading my drivel. :)
as you get into the thick of S6 you may realize that you’ve written yourself into a corner when it comes to Blair Waldorf. You had a beautiful story arc going with the Dan and Blair relationship in S5 then she inexplicably chose Chuck. Now you may be faced with writing some character development that explains this sudden change. I want to offer some ideas and I’m totally okay if you steal them.
What should I do again, Blair? Vomit at the weird moaning clothed sex you have with Chuck? Yeah, I finally saw the promo. Super gross.
so much better than pretending that Dan and Blair never happened. Plus, Dan got dumped by Blair in an unceremonious seriously shitty way. If I were him, I’d be pissed. I might be pissed enough to do something to her that ended in her slapping me. Just because Blair slaps Dan doesn’t mean that Dan is evil. I kind of hope he finds ways to torture Blair. Until Blair finally realizes that the reason he can get under her skin is because she’s in love with Dan.
summary: S1 from a Dair POV. Different POVs, but primarily Dan or Blair.
author note: Blair POV, takes place during Victor Victrola. Blair is losing it. The beginning of Chair.
excerpt:
Her life has been cracking around the edges for a long time now.
Hairline spidery fractures that spread across the walls that Blair has put up around her, threatening the lies she tells herself. Yale. Nate. Dan. Every time a crack appears she grasps for control, ends up with her knees on the cold floor of yet another dirty bathroom floor, retching into the toilet, ends up in Brooklyn not wanting to talk, pushing Dan backwards towards his bed, straddling him without preamble or pretense. Retching, fucking, they are what keep her pieces glued together. Blair’s whole life is about holding everything together with bits and pieces of control, waiting for the moment that everything comes tumbling down.
She doesn’t know the moment that things actually start to fall apart. There’s nothing she can really point to.
Maybe it was when Jenny told her Nate wasn’t over Serena. Maybe it was when all her dreams of marriage and babies came crashing down around her. Maybe it was when she walked up onto the stage, one step at a time, the crowd cheering, and she licked her lips and gave them a show. She’ll never really know, but she does know that nothing will ever be the same. Not after that night.
