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Jeff x annie gifset per episode: Intermediate Documentary Filmmaking
I figured out your test. Crowns, presents, punishments, favorites. You’re trying to show me the dangers of my own elitism. My constant striving to be the best. So I’m re-queathing this tiara. If I become the person who thinks it’s their place to pick favorites and torture the rest, ill die sad and alone.

A goodbye letter to my friends and followers.

Dear Everyone,

I am sad to say that I am resigning from the blog FatedFujoshis. As of today, the blog will no longer do scanlations and will be under new management. They will continue to pursue blcd videos since the girls want to continue/finish their projects. As for me, I am withdrawing from anything that has to do with the blog, meaning scans, videos, and overseeing the blog in action! I wanted to say a few thank you’s before I leave for good.

@sentimientoyaoi (Nikah), thank you for all your help. I don’t think we could have been able to put out great work like Katsura Komachi scans or others if it weren’t for them. They also introduced me to many players in the scanlation business, which open many doors for many things blog-related or friendship/contact wise. Yoru, I will miss your colored pages you did for us, you have amazing talent, always keep it up. (Nikah we’ll keep in touch :P)

@nijiniji-nikubou-scans, lol Nina, you are my lifesaver on so many levels lol. I think she oversaw all our projects, even including some blcd videos recently. Anytime I would hit rock bottom, you were there to help me getting the process done the way I wanted it. And thank you for letting me borrow your staff… I don’t think I abused you too much, Ash ;) ( But I won’t say goodbye to you guys, because we will remain friends on Facebook :P)

To @crappy-bl-scanlations Nagareboshi, my moon lighter translator, who will keep on helping my girls, I think I annoyed you soooo many times with Japanese proofing everything so we could put our best work forward. Thank you so much for putting up with my annoying million texts a day. Even though you made me redo a video 5 times and get mad, I knew it was for the best for the blog even if I was being snarky from being so analllll lol

To all the others, like @justpeachyicedtea The Anon, @fluffwords, @lustfulcat cat, Dhyzre, Fantaisy, (if I missed anyone else please don’t hate me ;P )  thank you for involving yourself with our group when we needed help on missing staff positions. I am overwhelmed with how everyone was ready to be hands on and help out with projects. Truly the yaoi community is very generous. So please don’t be hasty/nasty when projects are slow. All these groups take great pride in releasing awesome projects.

To my staff, thank you for helping grow the blog’s content, if it wasn’t for you guys, I don’t think we would’ve had so much content to share. Starting this blog with you guys was a lot of fun, I won’t miss the mentoring at lolol. Keep helping each other and keep going, the Yaoi community needs to hear more perverted moans lol! It was a pleasure to work with you all.

And as for the followers to, don’t be sad, more videos will be on there way, just without my editing! Love you all thank you for following me and the blog, it was a fun ride. -Katsumi xox

It was a stupid little thing. He’d been ready for this trip for weeks now, counting down the days till that little glorious glimmer of time he had to himself. Between the break in filming the latest season of ‘Starved’ and the soon to happen promotional period, was this sparse few weeks to himself. He doubted it was even going to be long enough, but he was so ready for it.

At least, he thought he was. Now he was in a small private room, waiting for his gate to be called to board, and he was shaking, staring out the window at the rising sun. There was too much that could go wrong.

All the what if’s that were running through his head. So many silly little worries. He almost reached for a cigar, but he’d promised Wilson he’d try to stop. But what if they didn’t click in person as they did over the phone, or over the web? What if Wilson decided he’d found someone who was better, and also nearby? What if he screwed up, again.

His hand clutched at his shirt, right above where a locket sat on his skin. William Carter fished out the small piece of jewelry, a copper heart with an acrylic red rose in the surface. “Charlie, mind keeping an eye on me? I don’t know if any of this is going to work out.” God, the words hurt to spit out. He was a brilliant actor, but this is what Wilson could reduce him to, an anxious mess. He took a steadying breath and smiled as the sun reflected off the metal. “Thanks, pal.” He said, tucking the locket back under his shirt where it belonged.

He reminded himself that Wilson was just as excited about this as he was. Last night had resulted in a rather flustered Wilson, bright red as they talked about the upcoming visit. His boyfriend had looked so happy, and it brought a small smile to his face. He was a little more sure that everything was going to work out well. Nothing could be perfect, but they’d spent so much time building their relationship, this was just the next step, and they’d work it out, they always did.

“Flight 473, please move to Gate 6 for boarding.”

He almost ran to the gate, but kept it to a brisk walk, ready to get the hardest part of this journey over with.

Surprisingly, he slept through most of the flight. The touchdown jarred him awake, and he groggily collected his bag from the carousel after disembarking the plane.

And then he was blinded by a flash. “Mr. Carter! Is it true that the next season will introduce a love interest for Maxwell?” Yelled someone from a few feet away. Oh god. One, nope. Two, he was really glad Wilson couldn’t drive. And that Wilson’s friend Willow was busy.

Ah yes, that was the reason he didn’t want Wilson to be at the airport. Paparazzi. The US was much worse then other countries when it came to them. Yelling invasive questions, questions about his work… it was rather endless.

He pushed through the crowd that was growing, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call for a taxi. He was lucky, they had one right near by, plate A4R-8D9. He sighed, flipping open his note app to see Wilson’s address again. He had it memorized, sure (how many packages had he sent to apartment 633 already? too many to count, honestly,) but he didn’t feel like saying it wrong, or even just spacing for a few seconds on it.

He just wanted to get there, damn it. 256 Park Drive, Reading. Apartment 633, Wilson P. Higgsbury.

With a gentle hand, he tapped on the window of the taxi, “You able to get to Reading?” He asked, his hand clenching the handle of his suitcase just a touch too hard.

“'Course sir, hop in. Where to, exactly?” The taxi driver clicked open the back doors and William sighed in relief, sliding in with his suitcase before answering. “256 Park Drive, please.”

“Visiting family?”

“My boyfriend, actually.” He smiled, but his leg kept shaking.

“Ah, you looked nervous. First time in person?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Intuition, and that’s how I looked when I met my significant other for the first time. You’re that William Carter fellow, right? How’d you meet this guy?”

“I’m not sure I’d care to share the story with you, if you don’t mind.”

“Ah, worried I’d sell it to some trashy paper, right? I understand. I promise I won’t, but it’s fine if you want it to be a mystery. Still, he must be a special guy. ”

William frowned, but nodded. “He is.”

“Well, I wish you luck then, bud.” The taxi driver looked back quickly, before focusing on the road again. The rest of the slow ride was silent. But eventually, they stopped at a slightly old apartment building, and he slid the driver a few twenties.“Thank you, for the ride.”

“No issue, sir, it’s my job. Again, good luck.” William Carter slid out of the car, his suitcase right behind, and closed the door. He turned around and could hear the taxi skidding away as he looked up at the building. He swallowed down any doubt and set forward, pushing the doors open with as much grace he could manage.

He’d been waiting months for this. Almost a year. And this was the final stretch. Quick feet led him to the elevator and he punched the six button a few times, his face going red. God, he was what, almost fifty, and here he was, as excited as a kid on Christmas.

He got out and almost ran down the hallway, looking for 633. Finally, he got to a rather beat up door, the numbers had most of their gold paint worn off. His hand was raised to knock, but he smiled and reached for his phone instead, quickly pulling up a specific number. He could hear a rather loud ringtone, a song he couldn’t place, through the door. He had to conceal a chuckle.

It took a few minutes, but the phone was finally picked up. “Hey! You finally landed?” Wilson sounded like he’d been up all night, but he sounded happy. That brought a smile back to his face.

“I’m outside.”

“What?” He heard feet moving away from his spot next to the door. “No, you’re not.”

“I’m outside your door.”


He knocked, and turned off the phone. The door was practically torn from the hinges, and he had very few seconds to think before being pulled down into a kiss, hands holding his face.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” Wilson murmured, his own face a bright pink.

And it was in that moment, William Carter knew that everything was going to be fantastic.

SO. I might have written something for your modern!AU. 

I hope you like it?

Look what this jelly bean wrote! I had something else in mind but now it pales in comparison ;w; Thank you for this, it made my day ^^