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“Brad, can you be my Daddy?” OMG!!!!! Gitane, I have tears in my eyes!!!! This is so GOOD!!! Ccan’t wait for the next update! Thank You!

Awwwwww…"Brad can you be my Daddy?" I have tears in my eyes and it’s not from the sun…awww. Gitane, that was beautiful. Is it insane that even though I know BP is gonna be his Daddy, I’m still thinking "God I hope he says yes". That’s crazy….right? Well that’s how good a writer you are. I am making a list of alternative medicine and I’m putting Love as #1. So we have Love and Laughter….are the best the best medicines. Thank you Gitane.

I’ll be honest. The first couple of parts were just kind of okay. Good, but okay. But the last two parts have knocked me out completely. You just keep getting better and better. Please update soon. I haven’t read a fanfic in awhile that I was this gaga for!! Well done!

a year or so has gone by now up until Paris.. he felt he had a new life an exciting life but he found himself on the cold rainny Paris days ..he would sit at the window and remember sunny days warm sand// her beautifl golden light shnoe over her, smelled clean and and he felt at the top of the world with her.. now ther are dark days and nights now what has he done in a time of confusion.. and now what does he do about.. perhaps to late.. their are the children now.. and soon to be what he craved dfor so long, his own flesh and blood time will tell …to be continued:

listen, i’m a reasonable person. and, as bloggers go, fairly honest about myself. so i’m going to repeat myself which is something i don’t like to do. i already posted to little miss WHAT I WISH FOR that i’m not the person who was finishing your sad little stories. so don’t use my name again to post your **** on the BAMZS photo thread! i don’t want my good name to be associated with whatever crap you’re writing.

# 560 | what will be | Can u please find another thread to post your CRAP on…. preferable Rachel Green’s thread…enough already, we don’t wanna read your CRAP

This person posting under WHAT WILL BE is seriously getting annoying. I’ve asked her to alert us that what she is writing is a fanfic, like what most BAMZSers do, so that if you don’t like to read it you can skip it, but NO, he/she prefers to write her stream of consciousness foolish dreams and whatcouldhavebeens without any warning so that by the time you get to the poster’s name, you realize that you’ve just read another faniston’s deluded fantasy. And this person even had the nerve to write as gitane, as if we could ever mistake gitane’s beautiful prose for her ellipsis-driven drivel. As if Brad would ever go back to that "golden" dried up bi—. I DON’T THINK SO. He’s suffered enough for a long time, he won’t go back even if he and Ange ever split up. Brad loved GP so much, and yet he never went back to her.

# 562 | African Girlviolated! outraged! the diseased poon faniston even used my name! totally uncalled for. it’s not that i thought any of you guys would think it was me. it’s quite obviously not. the grammar is crap. there’s no attention to spelling. sentence structure is choppy and has no flow. there’s not even any punctuation and try as she might, there is no "mood" to this story to even make it interesting. the long and short of it is that this faniston fic is as bad as chin’s acting. which is why i have encouraged her to bring her story to a chin thread. she might be appreciated there by fellow fanistons and not subject to open criticism and ridicule.btw, i really appreciate all the compliments you guys throw my way. many stories have no audience and die on the page. i am grateful that even in semi-anonimity, my stories are alive for all of you. the joys of writing are the creative process and the accolades of a grateful and generous readership.

Dear people living in la la land, I am so sorry you don"t appreciate my little fantacy.. it was all in fun.. what is with all the hostility and viturol.. what ever happened to mutual harmony and the pure fun of it all , afterf all this isn"t a literray piece of work and personally if I had to critique your from my point of view.. you are just living out your own sexual frustrations.. just like you have your opinions I have mine, and by the way what ever happened to fredom of speach..as far as I know I can post anything I want anyplace I want..I am not here to offend anyone.. like I said all in fun.. RIP ms. Gypsy

Into mu crystal ball yes, yes, it is becoming clearer.. we have located the famous cult of crazies here at this thread.. come one come all ,witness there rare world , I think they call it looneyville.. watch close now

what i wish forwhat will beGypsy MomentGitane imposterfirst it was sad. then it got creepy. now it’s just funny. your level of depravity is imminently amusing. you’re just sitting here on this thread waiting for me to post something so you can go after it like a rabid dog. i never knew i could command so much control over the psyche of another human being. how wonderful! even more interesting is how you imagine yourself to be the wronged party in this twisted situation. i didn’t steal your name. you stole mine after coming to the erroneous conclusion that i had the time and inclination to bother with engaging you in a round robin.i would advise you to let it go, but something tells me you’re not mature enough to do that. days have gone by and yet here you are hovering like a vulture.well, since i’ve already given you more attention than you deserve, here’s what i wish for. i wish you well. i wish that your life gets better and that whatever illness and instability you have gets cured quickly so that you can become a productive member of society. i wish that these treatments improve your writing. i wish that, with this improvement, you would share your work with those who would truly appreciate it–die-hard jen fans who will heap you with praise. after all, they need you. she can be happy in volume after volume of your stories, unlike her miserable condition in real life.and, so you and everyone else knows, i’ll be updating Laying Down some time this weekend. stop by and see how it’s done. nothing helps inspiration like reading the work of others. if it weren’t for the other writers who share their work here on JJ, you wouldn’t have a gitane to stalk and no way to relieve the boredom of your life.p.s. take your time with your response. type slowly and check your spelling. i won’t be back until later this evening. i’ve got events to plan. you should feel very privileged that i used 5 minutes of my lunch hour to throw you a bone.

Is this Ms. Round Robin for real? This bitcha is really loosing it — the sanity. Hay, Ms. Round Rubbish, can you please just go to piss on Jen’s site? Ya know she has her own fan site, don’t ya? Do all of us a favor, go, stay and better drop dead THERE!

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans…Laying Down Part VIMaddox’s simple, innocent, startling question entered Angelina’s heart like a bullet and ricocheted throughout her soul. She was left paralyzed as his words echoed in her thoughts competing furiously with words she’d uttered not too long before….He would have to be a father to Maddox and that would have to be permanent. Over and over again the words turned and tumbled, saturating her thoughts and rendering her immobile as the gravity of her situation finally revealed itself.One look at Angelina’s stricken face squelched the exuberant “yes” that threatened to roar out of Brad’s chest, causing it to throb unexpressed in his painfully beating heart. His mind raced wildly to find an answer for Maddox that would communicate all that he felt and somehow keep the peace with his mother. Brad knelt down to the little boy’s level, took hold of his shoulders and looked directly into his large, dark eyes. He was instantly riddled with images of what it would be like to be Maddox’s father. To be with him every day, providing for him, teaching him, reading to him, being a part of the great man Maddox would become. The desire to be the father figure guiding Madd through life left Brad breathless and searching for the air to say something, anything to fill the strained silence. “Maddox,” Brad began, his throat dry and voice shaky, “I think being your daddy would be great. I…I would like it a lot. But, it…it’s complicated…”Maddox set his face stubbornly and said, “I want you to be my Daddy. Ask Mommy if it’s okay.” He grabbed Brad’s hand and then reached for Angelina’s, joining them together.Brad looked up into the tempest of Angelina’s hazel eyes, now a glassy distant green. He swallowed hard as he realized he was kneeling in front of her as if he were proposing. Nervously, he stood up, clearing his throat and desperately trying to find the words to placate the expectant Maddox.As Brad rose to his full height, Angelina snapped out of her catatonia. She was suddenly very aware of everything around her. The noise of the studio lot, the soft breeze on her skin. She felt the heat of Brad’s hand in hers, sensed his eyes seeking hers. She could smell him, hear his breathing and even his heartbeat. Visions of Brad at play with Maddox scrolled from her subconscious as if from a film reel adding pictures to the soundtrack of Maddox’s echoing question. She slowly slipped her hand from Brad’s and looked down at her wide-eyed son. She didn’t know what to say to him. For the first time she was allowing herself to see what Brad had become in their lives. And for the first time she was realizing that she had let it happen. Selfishly, she had allowed things to get to this point because she wanted him. She needed his energy, his voice, even the anticipation of seeing him. She craved everything he made her feel, even the fear and anxiety. Angelina realized that she had lost herself and her son to William Bradley Pitt a long time ago and all of her struggling had only been a weak facade.“Brad, ask Mommy, please ” Maddox insisted.“Angelina?” Brad’s voice brought her eyes back to his. He saw that she was crying. No sobs, just tears spilling down her cheeks and dripping on to her black shirt. His heart went out to her. He wanted to be in the position to comfort her, hold her and tell her that everything would be alright. But that was the problem. He wasn’t that man yet. She hadn’t let him in enough to do what was natural for a lover to do. Brad took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and offered it to her. She took it gratefully, silently wishing that he had opened his arms instead. As she wiped the tears from her face, Brad addressed Maddox. “Madd, your mom is upset right now. I think we need to save this for later, okay?”“Mommy, why are you crying? Don’t you want Brad to be my Daddy?”Brad hung his head in his hands, embarrassment creeping over him. “Angie, I’m sorry about this. I…I don’t know what to say,” Brad whispered.Angelina shook her head and held up her hands. “It’s not your fault, Brad,” she said finally finding her voice. “Not at all.” She looked down at Maddox again and tried to smile as she explained to him, “Brad would make a wonderful Daddy for you, Madness, but now is not the time or the place to make this decision. Right now Brad is your friend and that is going to have to be enough. Okay?”Maddox poked his bottom lip out and nodded reluctantly. Angelina knew that although this issue was suspended for the moment, it had not been dropped. She breathed a deep sigh and heard Brad do the same. They were both emotionally drained and the day of re-shooting hadn’t even begun. They both realized they needed to retreat to neutral corners, collect themselves and get ready to work, but they found themselves reluctant to leave each other’s company even for a moment. They stared at each other awkwardly for a while as if they were ending a first date and weren’t sure whether or not to kiss. Finally, Angelina took Maddox’s hand and mumbled something about getting him settled in. Brad smiled at her and responded with, “Yeah, see you in a couple.” As she was about to make her way around him and to her trailer, Angelina stopped and took a step toward him instead. With a surprise and sweetness that left Brad breathless, Angelina kissed his lips, touched his face and said, “Dinner’s at seven.” To be continued…