here is the link to watch the clip: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbbc/clips/p00pd0ly
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Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Fire Stunt behind the scenes ♥
Ever wondered how they did the fire scene in the first episode on series 3? Well now you can find out how.
Remembering The DG - Fanfic - Chapter 2
I can't believe it. I truly can't believe it.
Standing before me is my childhood friend of 8 years.
Who is it, you ask?
Well, there's only one of these girls.
It's my Tracy Beaker!
We just look at each other, trying to work out what to say, what to do.
But it's been so long; I can't believe how she's changed! Where have the wild curls gone, the braces, the pranking devices to be used on Elaine The Pain? She's almost as beautiful as she was a child.
Of course I never considered of her beauty as a child - we were just best friends. I always had a bit of a crush on Justine Littlewood - another notorious name in the carehome we used to call The Dumping Ground. I never felt any affection other than friendship love towards the girl in front of me.
Come to think of it, where the hell am I? Liam and Frank, the teenage boys that took me here, mentioned it being a place where children were 'dumped'. And why would Tracy be here -
I've suddenly realised.
"T...Trace?"
"Crash." She puts her hand to her heart, exhales, and runs towards me in a hug.
I hug her so hard, it makes up for the long space of time we haven't seen each other in.
"Tracy?" I say in a muffled tone, as I hold her close to me. I spot Frank looking really confused in the corner, but I persue my conversation.
"Are we ... could we possibly be ... in the Dumping Ground?"
Standing before me is my childhood friend of 8 years.
Who is it, you ask?
Well, there's only one of these girls.
It's my Tracy Beaker!
We just look at each other, trying to work out what to say, what to do.
But it's been so long; I can't believe how she's changed! Where have the wild curls gone, the braces, the pranking devices to be used on Elaine The Pain? She's almost as beautiful as she was a child.
Of course I never considered of her beauty as a child - we were just best friends. I always had a bit of a crush on Justine Littlewood - another notorious name in the carehome we used to call The Dumping Ground. I never felt any affection other than friendship love towards the girl in front of me.
Come to think of it, where the hell am I? Liam and Frank, the teenage boys that took me here, mentioned it being a place where children were 'dumped'. And why would Tracy be here -
I've suddenly realised.
"T...Trace?"
"Crash." She puts her hand to her heart, exhales, and runs towards me in a hug.
I hug her so hard, it makes up for the long space of time we haven't seen each other in.
"Tracy?" I say in a muffled tone, as I hold her close to me. I spot Frank looking really confused in the corner, but I persue my conversation.
"Are we ... could we possibly be ... in the Dumping Ground?"
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Remembering The DG - Fanfic - Chapter 1
"Crash, come on, don't leave ... upset ... like this."
I lug my luggage down the flight of stairs, ignoring their reasoning, their pleas to cheer me up.
"We aren't kicking you out, Crash, we love you very much. It's just that we can't have you around at the moment. And anyway, you'll be okay in that new flat we rented you, won't you? After all, you're 19 now."
I grab my keys.
"You've got university in the Spring, so you'd be gone anyway, son. It won't be that long. And you can visit us ANY time you like. We'll always be here ... well, nearly always."
I open the door.
"Please say something, Crash. We feel so guilty, but our reasons are that ... well ..."
I'm gone.
I'm in the cab when the angry yelling starts. The cab driver's looking more and more alarmed as I open my bags and hurl things around the car.
BAM! My Blink 182 alarm clock smashes against the window.
WHAM! My Converses hit the back of the driver's seat.
He stops and tells me to get out when a pair of my underpants land on his face.
Normally I think I'd be laughing. But what cheer is there to be found in my current situation? My foster parents have kicked me out, I don't know where my new flat is, it's now pouring down with rain ...
I'm sat on my luggage as the water runs down my face. Suddenly, sodden chip papers scrunched up in balls roll towards me. I look down at them, give them an angry kick, and look up again.
It's two boys, covering themselves with hoodies, looking confused at me.
"Hey, man! What you doing out here in the rain?" The slightly shorter one, with brown hair, asks.
"Yeah, it's really cold." Nods the other, a blond boy of about 15.
"Well, my parents ..." I say quietly. My anger's just drained out of me, with the rain and everything.
"He's been dumped, Frank." The brown haired boy finishes my question, looking at his friend. "Just like the rest of us."
The other boy - presumably named Frank - nods understandingly. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It's not like it's your fault. And ... your friend's right. I guess I have been dumped. Again." I shake my head slowly, sadly.
"Here, come with us. My name's Liam, and he's Frank. We live in a place where people like you, me, and Frank live - it's basically a place for people who have ... been dumped."
So I follow the two boys, my suitcase half open and not caring, in the torriential rain. It's only a five minute trudge to what can only be described as a big house.
There's a big sign in front of the gravel, but it's covered in mud. I spot a small bright haired boy with a giraffe in one of the large windows. As a Caribbean woman is cleaning mud from his hands, I'd guess that he had something to do with the sign being filthy.
He sees me, too, as I speedwalk behind Liam and Frank - and a small smile appears on his little face. And then I see a flash of a toy animal: a giraffe, I think.
I hurry in, and I'm relieved to feel the warm air of the house. I shake off my jacket on the mat, while Liam calls something to someone in the other room.
"Gina! Mike! We're home! We've brought a guy along: he's like, Tracy's age, and he's been shoved out too."
I smile suddenly, a fond, remembering smile. "I once knew a girl called Tracy. One of my best friends, she was."
Frank looks at me. "You did? It might be the same one." "I doubt it, Frank." I halfsmile.
"Why? What's your name?" "Uh, well, it's -"
Suddenly, a girl comes down the stairs. She's holding washing. As she turns, she looks up and freezes.
Dirty clothes spill all over the floor.
"CRASH?!"
I lug my luggage down the flight of stairs, ignoring their reasoning, their pleas to cheer me up.
"We aren't kicking you out, Crash, we love you very much. It's just that we can't have you around at the moment. And anyway, you'll be okay in that new flat we rented you, won't you? After all, you're 19 now."
I grab my keys.
"You've got university in the Spring, so you'd be gone anyway, son. It won't be that long. And you can visit us ANY time you like. We'll always be here ... well, nearly always."
I open the door.
"Please say something, Crash. We feel so guilty, but our reasons are that ... well ..."
I'm gone.
I'm in the cab when the angry yelling starts. The cab driver's looking more and more alarmed as I open my bags and hurl things around the car.
BAM! My Blink 182 alarm clock smashes against the window.
WHAM! My Converses hit the back of the driver's seat.
He stops and tells me to get out when a pair of my underpants land on his face.
Normally I think I'd be laughing. But what cheer is there to be found in my current situation? My foster parents have kicked me out, I don't know where my new flat is, it's now pouring down with rain ...
I'm sat on my luggage as the water runs down my face. Suddenly, sodden chip papers scrunched up in balls roll towards me. I look down at them, give them an angry kick, and look up again.
It's two boys, covering themselves with hoodies, looking confused at me.
"Hey, man! What you doing out here in the rain?" The slightly shorter one, with brown hair, asks.
"Yeah, it's really cold." Nods the other, a blond boy of about 15.
"Well, my parents ..." I say quietly. My anger's just drained out of me, with the rain and everything.
"He's been dumped, Frank." The brown haired boy finishes my question, looking at his friend. "Just like the rest of us."
The other boy - presumably named Frank - nods understandingly. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It's not like it's your fault. And ... your friend's right. I guess I have been dumped. Again." I shake my head slowly, sadly.
"Here, come with us. My name's Liam, and he's Frank. We live in a place where people like you, me, and Frank live - it's basically a place for people who have ... been dumped."
So I follow the two boys, my suitcase half open and not caring, in the torriential rain. It's only a five minute trudge to what can only be described as a big house.
There's a big sign in front of the gravel, but it's covered in mud. I spot a small bright haired boy with a giraffe in one of the large windows. As a Caribbean woman is cleaning mud from his hands, I'd guess that he had something to do with the sign being filthy.
He sees me, too, as I speedwalk behind Liam and Frank - and a small smile appears on his little face. And then I see a flash of a toy animal: a giraffe, I think.
I hurry in, and I'm relieved to feel the warm air of the house. I shake off my jacket on the mat, while Liam calls something to someone in the other room.
"Gina! Mike! We're home! We've brought a guy along: he's like, Tracy's age, and he's been shoved out too."
I smile suddenly, a fond, remembering smile. "I once knew a girl called Tracy. One of my best friends, she was."
Frank looks at me. "You did? It might be the same one." "I doubt it, Frank." I halfsmile.
"Why? What's your name?" "Uh, well, it's -"
Suddenly, a girl comes down the stairs. She's holding washing. As she turns, she looks up and freezes.
Dirty clothes spill all over the floor.
"CRASH?!"
Nice To Meet You All - I'm A New Blogger!
Hello, TBR Fans!
I'm Neve - but despite my name, my last name isn't Fielding. It's just that I'm in love with Noel Fielding.
Anyway.
It's great to meet you all. I'm a new blogger here, and I just love Tracy Beaker and her Dumping Ground adventures! That's why I'm going to write about;
Where the stars are from TSOTB today - would you believe that Louise has short bright hair now?
Stories - I write ... a lot.
Exclusive content from behind the scenes - now, that's a secret! ;)
And so much more!
I can't wait to start writing. I'll upload a sort of fanfic ASAP.
See you all soon - keep watching TBR!
- Neve x
I'm Neve - but despite my name, my last name isn't Fielding. It's just that I'm in love with Noel Fielding.
Anyway.
It's great to meet you all. I'm a new blogger here, and I just love Tracy Beaker and her Dumping Ground adventures! That's why I'm going to write about;
Where the stars are from TSOTB today - would you believe that Louise has short bright hair now?
Stories - I write ... a lot.
Exclusive content from behind the scenes - now, that's a secret! ;)
And so much more!
I can't wait to start writing. I'll upload a sort of fanfic ASAP.
See you all soon - keep watching TBR!
- Neve x
Beaker Hair day!
Hey, for all those Tracy Beaker lovers that don't have Stardoll here is a little treat for you.
You can make your hair look like Tracy Beakers just by following the steps below!
Visit this website http://www.tracybeaker.com/ for more info.
You can make your hair look like Tracy Beakers just by following the steps below!
Visit this website http://www.tracybeaker.com/ for more info.
This is a pretty basic one and you can probably tell that the face I used is actually my medoll but it was the only decent picture I had but I think it worked quite well don't you?
Why don't you have a go? Peace Love & Chocolate Lullah.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Quickie
Haii! I'm a new writero n this blog, my username is hammgirl00 and my actual name is Rowan. I am here to show you a quick tutorial I made earlier, and it is how to get Carmen's look. I tried to copy Lullah's tutorial, but I dont have that hairstyle, so it is the best I could do.
Carmen's look is all about pink, so I teamed a pair of pink jeans with a cute pink tee and a nice cardigan to go over the top. I eventually decided on pink converse, but at one point had her dressign up, in fluffy high heels. Got to end this post now so, BuBaii xox
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Justine Littlewood Makeup Tutorial
In honour of the new episode I'm proud to present to you the new Justine LittleWood Makeup tutorial.
first change your hair to the one shown above (it is available to everyone.) And change your eyes if not already to brown, lips to the shiny ones etc.
Then go to the makeup section of the starbazzer and apply mascara.
Then apply red lipstick.
And last but not least add earrings to complete the look tadaaa
-Lullah.
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