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getawaykar-89 · 1 year
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got bored and started writing a story based off of champagne problems from the other person's perspective. 4 chapters are posted <3
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mermaidinthecity · 1 year
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We both know the hardest part is over. Pull me closer, pour a drink 'cause, baby oh woah, all we got. 'Cause, baby, all we got. No, no, no, no, all we got are, are champagne problems now. That's all we got, baby. 'Cause, baby, all we got, all we got are, are champagne problems now. Yeah, that's all we got. All we got, all we got are, are champagne problems now, champagne problems. Yeah, that's all we got. All we got, all we got are, are champagne problems now. Champagne problems now.
Champagne Problems by Katy Perry
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You won’t remember all my champagne problems 🥂💔 Champagne Problems - @taylorswift Estaba dibujando los tatuajes de Evermore y sentí que este debía ser su propio post. Ya sea que te veas como el novio a quien le rechazaron la propuesta o la novia que dijo no, “Champagne Problems” es muy especial. A mí me ha acompañado bastante. Espero que les guste y pronto verán los tatuajes de Evermore 🙈 #evermore #champagneproblems #taylorswift #swiftie #fanart @taylornation @tswiftperu (en The Night Train) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnj_BHXruqc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lizzyparadisx · 1 year
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lost in your current like a priceless wine. ⚜️🍷
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delhiroyale · 2 years
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@delhi_royale 👑 Have A Great Weekend 🥂🍾💯 . Review ⭐️ Varq @tajmahalhotelnewdelhi Ambience 8/10 Food & Drinks 8.5/10 Service 8.5/10 . Checkout Delhi Royale luxury lifestyle blog . https://www.delhiroyale.in/luxury-lifestyle-blog . #delhi_royale 👑 #varqtajmahal #tajhotels #foodporn #luxurylifestyle #luxurylife #mensfashion #delhifoodie #delhincr #delhites #delhibloggers #delhiluxury #champagne #delhifoodblog #prawns #champagneproblems #luxuryhotels #delhifashionblogger #delhifoodguide #luxurydrinks #delhifoodies #luxurydelhi #mensstyle #weekendvibes #delhiblogger #delhifoodlover #delhifoodblogger #mralag #delhiluxury #delhiluxuryblogger (at Taj Mahal Hotel, New Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeWbY1fpVJC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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francesduncan · 20 days
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Lady Catherine had a speech, but ended up speechless (as did Lizzy, briefly)
A series of Jane Austen/Taylor Swift lyrics
If you'd like to discuss Austen privately with me you can book a time
Video from 2005 Pride and Prejudice
Audio from Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift
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Taylor Swift - champagne problems (Official Lyric Video)
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alexandermir · 1 year
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Вот и Новый год тут как тут 🥳🔮 Какой он будет? Никто не знает. Но мы знаем какой был этот год 🙃💫 Поэтому все фото черно-белые без единой краски ❕ Желаю всем добра, везения и немыслимого счастья 🤩 #сНовым2023Годом ______________________________________ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ @alexandermir #AlexanderMir #СНОВЫМГОДОМ #HAPPYNEWYEAR #cityofdreams #itsthemostwonderfultimeoftheyear #подарокнановыйгод #новогодниеподарки #новыйгодкнаммчится #magictime #россияматушка #новогоднийшар #москвакрасивая #besttimes #краснаяплощадь #champagneproblems #newyeargift #tistheseason #2023 #москваялюблютебя #goodbyedecember #newyearsday #newyeareve #moscowseasons #merrychristmasandhappynewyear #redsquaremoscow #шампанскоенановыйгод #новогодняяелка (at Happy New Year) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm2C15LrSMA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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katvong99 · 2 years
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Champagne problems #champagneproblems #retrogradechaincap #retrogradehat #killstarhat #killstar #killstarclothing #halfwayandonestepforward #marilynmanson #wearechaos https://www.instagram.com/p/CgwYHI7PJzi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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torontoseoulcialite · 2 years
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🎶Midas touch on the Chevy door 🚖 . . . . . . #oneforthemoney #champagneproblems #UnderOurWing #SafeWithSunwing #Sunwing #capturememories #classiccar #classiccars #cayocococuba #cayococo #igcuba #cubatravel #cuba🇨🇺 #cuba (at Memories Caribe Cayo Coco Ciego De Avila Cuba) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeEii_vJ7L6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Champagne Problems
In his honest opinion, she was definitely too good for him. She was beautiful, intelligent, strong and confident. And most of all, she was his best friend and the love of his life. He knew she came with baggage: her commitment issues and inability to appropriately express her feelings. Being a fruit of a broken marriage, she never understood that love wasn't supposed to be toxic words and insatiable hunger for greed and pride. 
In her honest opinion, he was definitely too good for her. He was handsome, talented, wise, and everything perfect. But most of all, he was her best friend, the man she loved too much. he came from a family, a big family that only knew love, warmth and care. She adored it, but she didn't know how she could ever fit in or how she could ever see herself being with him. she was too broken for his perfectly intact life. She refused to drag a man she loved through her mess. 
But that didn't stop him. He continued to love her, and she continued to reciprocate as much as she could, which brings us to five years after their college years, where he's on one knee with the ancestral ring from his family presented towards her. 
"Will you marry me?" he asked, a smile gracing his face. 
She froze. 
She quickly looked away, her eyes darting towards the group of people watching; the whole family with the additional friends from school. 
Shit.
She felt her words leave, speechless. Her hands grew clammy in his grip. So she did the one thing she knew best. 
Run
He watched as the woman he loved shook her head 'No' and pulled away from him. He watched as she ran out of the garden and out of the Manor. Possibly out of his life. 
His mother watched as the girl she treated like her own ran out of the family home, leaving her eldest son speechless and heartbroken. She always rooted for the two to get married one day and provide her with beautiful grandchildren to spoil with love and warmth, just like how her mother coddles her's and her brother's children. Yet, here she was, watching the woman that brought happiness into her son's life break him, dropping the glass heart of his.
He couldn't hear anything other than the faint whisper of I'm sorry from her and the whimper she let out when he tried to hold onto her. 
You. 
You.
You.
You.
Why?
He got up and ran out of the Manor, hoping to catch her before she completely disappeared from his life. Grateful for her love of silent thoughts, she was still sitting in her red convertible, dazed as she stared ahead. 
He called her name.
Looking up, she catches his watery gaze before she turns away.
"Why?"
"Champagne problems." 
She whispers before she reverses and drives away, bringing the remnants of the heart he bore to her. 
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Honestly, if there was one thing that she never regretted in her life, it was the day she said no to him. 
Of course, after she and he broke all ties. All her friends were his friends, and all her memories were his, so none stayed with her. It was better that way, she thought. 
She was back again, in her void of toxicity and dealing with her mother's drunken nights and her father's inability to love, yet he insisted she stays by his side. It was nothing but a tiresome tennis game between her two parents and their damage to her mentality and her soul. But what was she to do? 
She observed herself in front of the mirror, dressed in a sage green slip dress, her brown hair pinned. She was the vision of every upper-class family's prized daughter. Beautiful and perfect. 
She was going to attend his wedding. As a plus-one, of course, no one in their right mind would ever invite their ex openly. But with the best man being her brother, it was hardly an option to accept. 
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She couldn't say the wedding hadn't been beautiful or grand because it was. So warm and loving it made her sick in the stomach because she would never be able to experience the same thing. 
A voice called out her name from behind. She stopped in her tracks and froze. Despite the time passing between them, everything about him still etches itself onto her brain like a tattoo. 
"Hey you, congratulations," She says as she turns towards him. Brown meeting brown. Memories resurface just like a wave that keeps retreating and washing over. It was refreshing, yet the sense of drowning was powerful. 
"Leaving already? We haven't even cut the cake yet," He playfully remarks as he begs her to stay. 
"There's no need. My brother said he'll be crashing with some friends tonight. Said something about rekindling their drinking habits," she answers with a polite smile that clenches his heart. It was her 'I'm going to politely decline 'cause I would do anything but be in the same vicinity as you' kind of smile. The smile she reserves for strangers. And, of course, he knew that. 
"I'm only here as his ride, but since he's in good hands, I'll get going."
"You're running away again. Aren't you tired yet?"
She stills and turns back around, meeting the end of the pathway of the venue, where the comfort of her Mercedes Benz convertible sat awaiting her. 
"I don't run. I walk, and frankly, it's much better to do that than stay and get hurt. I did what I did to save myself and those I will drag down with me."
"But you also seem to have a problem. You make decisions for people. You don't bother to ask them what they would rather have done." 
"No need. As I said, I did what I did for the better of everyone."
"Are you seriously going to delude yourself with that stupidity?"
"Yes. Frankly, if I didn't, you would have been stuck with me. And you would have never met her."
"Have you ever considered that I wanted to be stuck with you?" 
"No, and I am thankful that I never considered that," she responds almost instantly, "Goodbye. I believe your mother is looking for you. Good luck with married life."
"You're a cruel woman," he whispers to the air as he watches her back retreat from him, leaving him under the stars and the roses, "Yet, I can't help but love you deeper. Good luck with your life, mignonette."
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luviemax · 4 months
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daylight- oneshot
a/n: she demanded a logan fic... and i fear i must #serve... @oldmoney-champagneproblems song inspo
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word count: 1602
-> logan sargeant x fem!reader, no physical descriptions of reader
warnings: talks about moving, reader having a younger brother, perhaps misrepresentation of sibling relationships?? don't blame me i'm an only child 😔
happy birthday to my pookie n happy new year to everyone!!
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You and Logan have known each other for what seems to be an ice age.
It all started when your family had announced a few pieces of bombshell information. 1) Your family would be welcoming a younger sibling to the world, and 2) in lieu of your younger sibling's arrival, you would be moving out of your quaint little apartment which was at the boundaries of town to a 2 story home which was in the suburbs of the city.
Of course, everything new in your life was a bound to be something to get adjusted to. You're, of course, excited to meet your new baby sibling, but you don't want to leave the only home you've ever known. However, your parents reassure you that you're moving to a nice, family neighbourhood with plenty of kids which are your age. That manages to reduce your apprehension, but only slightly.
When you finally arrive to the newly renovated house, you meet your neighbours. There's Mr and Mrs Sargeant, who seem perfectly pleasant, and there's an older brother, Dalton, who seems slightly perculiar but nice enough..? And last but not least, you meet the youngest brother, Logan, who comes tumbling out of the house who gives you an awkward smile and a timid wave.
At first, you don't really think much of Logan. You think that he's pretty shy. Perhaps he's just introverted and takes a while to warm up to people. But then, on the first day of school, he knocks on your door, and the two of you walk to school together. From that day onwards, the two of you were inseperable.
When Logan is eight, his dad begins to bring him to Karting competitions. It seems that he's actually beginning to take this thing seriously. On days where his competitions don't clash with your school, your parents let you follow Logan to his competitions, and you're always the one who cheers the loudest.
When he tells you that he's making the move to Formula 4, you're absolutely elated for him. This is always what he's been aiming for, to move closer to Formula 1, but something seems off. "Logan?" You tentatively ask, trying not to set off any alarms. "Yeah?" He replies, seeming quite preoccupied. "Why don't you seem happy?" You ask, the air of the room abruptly shifiting to become chilly, even slightly cold. "I'm gonna have to travel away from home to compete. That means I won't see you that often."
Of course, you still talk to him. You FaceTime him when you can, when you aren't preoccupied with school, and when he isn't busy flying around the track. But then, he proceeds to progress up to Formula 3, and that entails 2 things: 1) He'll have to travel more for races, and 2) He'll probably have less time for himself and more competition.
So natrually, the two of you begin to drift apart. This isn't something that's premediated by the two of you, because the two of you were like peas in a pod, but then again, you're absolutely swamped with you're classes, and Logan's never been more busy in his life with all of the races he has to compete in.
Of course, when you see the announcement that he's been promoted to Formula 2 in 2020, and naturally, you congratulate him on his progress. But the two of you barely have time to talk. You're just about to start college, and he's busy racing. So it remains like that for a while. You see that he does well in races. You congratulate him, and he always replies graciously. But then again, your friendship feels as if it's been displaced in favour of your academics, and his career.
You're in University when you see that he's moving to Formula 1 for 2023. Usually, you'd just drop him the obligatory congratulatory text, but this seems bigger than that. He's moving to Formula 1. So you call him, in between your classes. When you press the call button, he picks up within three rings. "Hello?" His voice, although familiar, sounds much deeper than it once was. Yet, it still warms your soul like nothing else could. "Logan." You breathe out, grinning at the easy familiarity the two of you could fall into at the snap of a finger. "Y/N." You can hear his smile over the phone. "You're in the big leagues now, huh?" You throw yourself on your dorm's bed, looking at the ceiling while chatting with him. "Yeah. It's pretty crazy." He laughs, seeming to be in slight disbelief himself. "Red, white and blue baby!" You exclaim, making him chuckle, "Don't forget about your girl back home, though." "Never," he laughs, "I could never forget about you."
You don't really talk to him after that phone call. Of course, you drop the occasional text, which he's always eager to reply to, but your assignments are pratically eating you alive. Just a little while longer, you tell yourself, just until the Summer break, when you can go home, and enjoy cooling swims in the backyard of your parent's house and return to the people who you love most. Of course, you're absolutely elated to see your parents again, as well as your younger sibling, who happens to be an absolute joy to be around, and Mr and Mrs Sargeant too, who are always so pleasurable to be around, (truthfully, you're not too fond of Dalton. Throughout the years, you've had to tactfully avoid Dalton's passes at you, but hey, who knows about this year?) but a part of you yearns to see Logan again. It's been too long since you've seen him, and actually spent time with him, and you've checked, his Summer break perfectly aligns with yours, so who knows?
You arrive back home, suitcases in hand. Your mother warmly embraces you, and your father greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Your younger brother bolts down the stairs at your arrival, and practically throws himself at you. You're equally as overjoyed to be seeing him after such a long time.
Just as you've finally settled down in your old childhood bedroom, you decide to peer out the window, facing the driveway. There, you see in unmistakable figure of Logan Sargeant. Your heart begins to race, and you practically swear that you're travelling at the same speeds as a Formula car. At first, you don't make your presence known behind him. You just sneak up behind him as he chats with his mother on the driveway, and hold a singular finger up to your lips as a signal to her to keep quiet. She only gives you a knowing smile. But then again, you get kinda tired of waiting around. You tickle him. He lets out a scandalised gasp, and he snaps around to face you, and instantly, you're hit with a barrage of tickles. You laugh until your face is red, your cheeks begin to hurt, and tears leak from your eyes. Then, when he's finally done with his vicious attack against you, he embraces you in a hug, in the warmest hug you've ever known.
You decide to give Dalton a chance. Yeah, maybe he comes off as a little weird at times, but he seems nice enough, so the two of you go out for dinner. Does Logan seem slightly disapproving at the prospect of his brother and his best friend that he's loved since he was six going out? Maybe. But you don't know that. You don't need to know that.
So begrudgingly, Logan let's the two of you go out to dinner together.
Put nicely, you had a shit time at dinner.
You thought maybe, just maybe, after so many failed romances and poor dates that you would've had a chance with someone who was more familiar, and didn't come from a random lecture or a shitty dating app. But no. This was even worse. Dalton won't stop going on and on about the ex he can't get over. Rebecca, or something like that. Then what was the point of even brining me on a date then? You bitterly muse to yourself, gradually learning how 'hmm...' at the right times and tune him out. At one point, he even had the audacity to compare you with her. 'You know, Rebecca was more chatty. You don't talk a lot, do you?" Dalton asks, slight sass in his voice. "No, I do talk. Just about the things I like." You mumble, stabbing into your food.
At the end of the night, you're beyond emotionally spent. You plop onto the bed, and just start sobbing. Not because of the date, which was pretty bad, but just because you begin to wonder, am I really that bad? But just as you begin to expand on the matter, you hear three familiar knocks on your door. This was the secret knock you and Logan used to use when you wanted to see each other, and frankly, you're astounded that he still remembers. "Come in." You wince at the hoarseness of your voice. "Baby," he pratically coos when he sees that your eyes are red and swollen, "Come here," He opens his arms, and you practically fall into his chest. The gentle circles he's rubbing on your back soothes you, "That bad, huh?" He chuckles, wiping away the stray tears on your face. "I could treat you miles better, you know that?" "Do you know what a kilometre is?" You tease, which ellicits a laugh from him. "No, but I'd be willing to learn for you."
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mermaidinthecity · 2 years
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Uh, I wanna see you soon as I wipe the crust from my eyes. 'Til the day I die, could you be the love of my life? I'm a soldier for you, baby, I earned all my stripes, ah. Make-ups to the breakups. Times we coulda gave up. We put the dirty work in so now we know it's worth it. Now we're celebrating. I'm so glad we made it this far, ah. Uh. 'Cause, baby, all we got are champagne problems now. 'Cause, baby, all we got are champagne problems now, woo.
Champagne Problems by Katy Perry
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jqhotchner · 1 month
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riri my boys <3
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pennyg little dudes a boxer!
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| riri absolutely! his father is a cop 😉
mammafenty i can finally brag about my grandson online!
| riri yes, mamma 🙄
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rihannanews she’s a mom! she’s a whole ass mom!!!
| riri yes, yes i am! a proud mamma too
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riri work, work, work, work, work, work. out tomorrow worldwide. ft @/champagnepapi
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champagnepapi very fun working with you, love
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champagneproblems a drake feature…but wasn’t there just a rumor you two were—🫢
| riri it’s called a rumor for a reason, babes
pennyg im so excited!
billieelish bestie did it again
| riri you know it 😌
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bobiscool95 · 28 days
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Champagne problems
I used a accapella of her singing aswell
@carrotsinnovember @sweetwarmcookies16 @maximum-tragedy @binvibin @meerealsssss @ashlamsms @starzzify @deetealeaf @taylorswift @taylorswiftstyle @taylornation @swiftsecrets @taylorswifts13 @taylorswift-edit @coldasyou @nessa007 @deathbyathousandcuts @champagneproblems @locketnote @alltoowsll
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francesduncan · 23 days
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Mr Darcy had a speech, but ended up speechless (as did Lizzy, briefly)
Mr Darcy had a whole speech when he proposed to Lizzy (it's related in the book rather than word for word, I think so the reader doesn't hate him), she was initially speechless and her response made him speechless. How could a woman not like him? They were always chasing him, just look at Miss Bingley. Hadn't he and Lizzy been flirting this whole time? Had he misinterpreted the whole thing?
Because of the manner of his proposal for a while love does "slip beyond (his) reaches."
"Problems, when compared to issues of poverty, natural disasters, and war, are not that big of a deal."
- Urban Dictionary, Champagne Problems
Champagne Problems is an appropriate title for Darcy too - he's a rich guy who's had things relatively easy (let's ignore parents dying early and his sister being induced into an elopement….he doesn't have to worry about his future like Lizzy, or deal with her embarrassing family, or be a female at any time on this planet).
If you'd like to discuss Austen with me you can book a Read With Me session
Video from BBC 1995 Pride and Prejudice
Audio from Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift
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