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[cosettepontmercys]

get to know me meme ♡ favorite characters → blair waldorf 

“if you really want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it.”

#blairwaldorfedit #gossipgirledit #ggedit #leightonmeesteredit #blair waldorf #gossip girl #userjamie #usercaitlyn #post: mine #mine: edit #post: tv #tv: gossip girl #gtkmedit #ch: blair waldorf

[xmenuniverse]

18 Dazzler icons from Dazzler (1981), requested by @elvain. 130 x 130px. Please like/reblog if using. No credit necessary. Find them under the read more:

#xmenedit #comicedit #comicswomen #comiceditblog #themarvelmultiverse #uncannysource #x men #xmen #x-men #dazzler #alison blaire #ch: alison blaire #c: dazzler #comic #resource #resource: icons #mine #mine: comic #mine: resource #mine: icons #by jessica

[chaosducks]

It is impossible not to love Andrew Rannells

#He is so perfect #Why is he so perfect #Everything about him #Is just kabxosnidnskdgdl #falsettos #Whizzer Brown #Black Monday #blair pfaff #The boys in the band #Ch: Larry #book of mormon musical #elder price #There's definitely more #I just can't think of them right now

[dailyrannells]

andrew + hands on hips

#bonus points if he pushes his blazer back beforehand #andrew rannells #falsettos #ch: whizzer #tv: black monday #ch: blair #tv: welcome to chippendales #ch: bradford

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[orlandoooooooo]

S1 Blair Pfaff appreciation post

#i miss him #andrew rannells #tv: black monday #ch: blair #blair pfaff

[irishhills]

neck bruise

Blair’s life is one of comparison. Whether she’s evaluating metaphors or looking to see if someone else’s dress at the school dance is prettier than hers, she’s always judging. And no matter what happens, she never feels like she comes out on top.

Take her eighth-grade graduation, just about two years ago. She wore this unusual dress, made from patterns that shouldn’t go together, but somehow, they worked. It was the perfect length, the perfect cut, her hair bounced whenever she walked, she had the perfect lip gloss on. And when she and her family took pictures on the front porch, she felt on top of the world.

But then, they got to school. Blair looked around at all the other girls in her class. And with no rhyme or reason, with no hatred for anyone but herself, she felt uglier. Worse. Like there had been a memo to wear taffeta or sequins, and she missed it. She felt like Little Orphan Annie when all she wanted was to be part of the group. It wasn’t that she liked taffeta or sequins, or even the satin contraption Eliza was wearing. It was that she wanted to feel like she was part of something, like she was part of a moment, like she was doing age fourteen correctly.

Nobody was mean to her. Nobody laughed at her dress or made her feel left out. As a matter of fact, Blair got tons of compliments from all sorts of girls in her class that night, and it seemed like they were really being honest. Everyone was nice, and Blair tried her best to be nice back. But every few minutes, she just wanted to cry. They were being fourteen correctly, somehow, and Blair was being fourteen all wrong.

That’s mostly how she feels today, at sixteen, when Eliza pulls down her thick winter scarf to reveal her neck bruise. Except this is so much worse than not feeling like she’s wearing the wrong dress because Blair didn’t want to wear any other dress. She wants that kind of neck bruise. And she wants it now.

“Will you stop calling it a neck bruise?” Eliza asks, wrapping the scarf around herself again, in the cold February air. “It’s a hickey.”

“I deal in translations,” Blair says. “To me, it’s a neck bruise.”

And that’s a lie. Blair would call it a hickey, too. It’s just easier to downplay it now, like it doesn’t mean anything, like it could happen to anyone. Blair knows that’s not true. Eliza gets a hickey because she’s doing sixteen correctly, because she has a boyfriend, because that boyfriend makes out with her nearly everyday. Luke is older, wiser, and more aware of how his body works. More aware than Chris, his brother, Blair’s best friend who wouldn’t look at her romantically for all the money in the world. Not that she’d ever think about paying him.

But what must it be like? She’s dreamt of it a million times. She and Chris in the backseat of a car, uninhibited by years of best friendship, making out like the present has always been worth more than the past. That’s the problem with Chris. His mind is a scrapbook, and he never closes it. Not like Blair. Blair wants to get the jump. She doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t hesitate, and yet, she can’t seem to give up the guy who doesn’t want her. If she wants a neck bruise – a hickey – she’ll have to turn to someone else.

The thought of giving up on Chris makes her want to vomit.

When she graduates from high school in two years, they’ll know. Somehow, everyone in the audience will know. Blair Donnelly will graduate having never been kissed, never been touched, never been thought about. She’ll walk across the stage like Snow White in the first two acts, and everyone will know. No one will care. But everyone will know.

She’s doing it wrong. High school. All wrong. She’s supposed to live like Eliza, in the backseats of senior boys’ cars, or at parties and games and all the places where you get stories. You don’t get stories from your head. They all stop somewhere. It’s why every time Blair imagines going further and further with Chris, her imagination gets blurry until it fades to black. They fade to black in all her favorite movies, on all her favorite TV shows.

“Do you want me to talk to Luke?” Eliza asks, scaring Blair out of her thoughts.

“What?” Blair asks. “Eliza, I don’t … I’m not gonna make out with your boyfriend.”

“No, you sure as hell aren’t. I meant … do you want me to talk to Luke? See if he could get through to Chris?”

Blair sighs. Nothing more pathetic than a game of telephone.

“No,” she says. “If Chris wants something from me, he’ll ask for it. And if he doesn’t …”

“You’ll buy some cats?”

Blair snorts. Just like Eliza to jump to stereotypes. At the end of the day, she’s still the daughter of a prom queen, still trying to fit into the crown for herself.

“Sure,” she says. “If that’s what you think I should do.”

They try not to talk about it for the rest of the day, but it hangs in the air between them. Not jealousy, not really. Blair would rather die than make out with Luke Egan. But inadequacy.

That’s the word of her life.

(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day 11! apparently, i can't count, and i scheduled seven days for this blog, not eight. so expect five more vignettes from this blog in february!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: blair donnelly #ch: eliza murphy #year: 1990

[motownfiction]

unexpected prophet

Will could have stayed at the hotel, but he didn’t. He has this thing about being alone now. He’s never liked it, per se, but it’s gotten worse since Sam died. Just over four months since his funeral now, and it seems weird not to know where Lucy is at all times. So, when she had to sit for a dissertation defense of some wannabe novelist she’s only met in person twice, he came to the English building along with her. It’s better knowing she’s right behind that door. He can’t believe they had to leave Emma with Carrie and Charlie.

That’s when a little girl in an Alice in Wonderland dress runs past him, unafraid of anything, laughing loudly in a quiet hallway. A harried woman chases after her.

“Faye!” the woman calls after the little girl. “Faye Egan, you come here now!”

“Which one’s Daddy?” the girl laughs, trying to see through closed doors.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Because we don’t want to distract him.”

“Dis-tract! Dis-tract!”

The woman scurries down the hallway and picks up the little girl. She looks at Will with exhaustion in her eyes, and something in them reminds him of Lucy.

“Sorry,” the woman says. “My husband’s defending his dissertation right now, and somebody’s a little tired of waiting.”

“No problem,” Will says. “Is she four?”

“Actually, yeah. Should I ask how you know?”

Will laughs.

“It’s nothing,” he says. “I’ve got two daughters. Got pretty good at guessing ages the more they started making friends.”

“Oh. How old are your kids, then?”

“Eight and nineteen.”

The woman looks at him like she doesn’t believe him. Will laughs again. That’s his favorite part of listing Emma’s age first.

“And I’m twenty-three, so, how did that happen?” he jokes.

The woman laughs, too.

“So, don’t worry about your little miss bothering me,” Will says. “I’m used to it.”

The little girl – Faye – waves at Will.

“Hi!” she says.

Will waves back. He points to the closed door in front of them.

“You said your husband’s defending his dissertation in there?” he asks.

The woman nods.

“Yeah, time’s almost up,” she says. “Our daughter’s been through two of these this week, though I guess she behaved a little better during mine.”

“So, you’re a doctor, too!”

“Mmm-hmm. I’m not necessary in any emergency, though, unless you come up against a real Brady Bunch stumper on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?”

“Ah, don’t sell yourself short. My wife’s the same kind of doctor. I think she’s sitting on your husband’s committee, actually.”

The woman’s eyes light up. She has that thing – that thing smart girls have. Will almost can’t believe they haven’t met before. She seems so familiar, like they all come from the same place. Will feels that way about a lot of people now.

“You’re here with Dr. Callaghan!” she says. “Oh, man. I had to take one literature class here, and we read her essay about narcissism in The Mill on the Floss … that was good shit. I’m the one who gave Chris the idea to write to her. I thought she’d get it.”

Will nods.

“Lucy gets a lot of things.”

The woman extends her hand for a shake.

“I’m Blair,” she says.

“Will. Not a doctor. Just a lawyer.”

“Just a lawyer. My family would be thrilled if that were me.”

Faye runs in between them and throws her hands in the air. Will grins. There’s something so … Elenore about her.

“Hi!” she says again.

“Sorry,” Blair says. “This is my daughter, Faye. She’s about done waiting.”

“I don’t blame her,” Will says. “Feels like this defense has been going on all day.”

“Tell me about it. Mine felt like a year.”

She looks at Will like she’s trying to place him, too. Maybe they have met before. Lucy mentioned that Chris Egan (whom Will still thinks of as Chip) was from Ann Arbor-Saline and married his high school sweetheart, too (“Just not when he was still in high school,” she joked while she read his novel). How easy would it have been to walk past them at a movie theater or a concert at the Joe? The world is big, sure, but it doesn’t feel much bigger than Michigan.

“Why’d you come along?” Blair asks. “Wanted to get a look at our tall ugly gray building?”

“No,” Will says. “Just … didn’t want to sit alone in a hotel.”

Blair nods. Clearly, she’s smart enough to understand what’s going on, but she’s also smart enough not to say anything. Will hears the door open behind him, and his heart leaps for a glimpse of Lucy. He doesn’t get one. The door closes again, and Faye shouts.

“DADDY!”

Will turns around and sees a dark-haired guy, about his own height, scooping up Faye and carrying her over to Blair.

“They’re deliberating?” Blair asks.

“Yeah,” the guy – Chris, Chip, whoever – says. “I think it went pretty well, though I had to answer a few too many questions about Freud.”

“Fucker.”

Blair gestures toward Will, and Chris looks at him like he didn’t see him standing there.

“This is Dr. Callaghan’s husband,” she says. “He’s not a doctor. Just a lawyer.”

“Just a lawyer,” Chris repeats. “Shit, if I’d wanted to be a lawyer, my dad would probably still be alive.”

He shakes Will’s hand. Surprisingly professional, for a novelist.

“Hope Lucy wasn’t too tough on you,” he says. “I know my wife, and I’m pretty sure all those Freud questions came from her.”

“It’s alright. She was right to ask ‘em. Uh, Blair, honey, can we maybe move a little away from the door? I’m terrified I’m gonna hear them talking about why I suck and should never publish a real novel.”

“Of course.”

But before they walk into another corner, Blair looks at Will with those eerily familiar eyes. He’s not sure if she’s going to say anything, but she does.

“It’s OK,” she says. “Whatever it is. Why you can’t be in the hotel. It’s OK.”

Will nods. He knew she understood. This unexpected prophet with the giggling little daughter and the eerily familiar eyes. Maybe she’s right.

He waits for the door to open again. This time, he’s going to get a good look at Lucy, just to make sure she’s still there.

(part of @nosebleedclub daily challenge -- day 28! yes, i am attempting more crossovers between my fiction blogs 😭)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: will o'connor #ch: blair donnelly #ch: faye egan #ch: chris egan #year: 2003

[nateserenas]

literally to present the world with a better version of you which could mean facing your future and and forgetting past mistakes or finally settling on a brand new path while they both stare at ticket stubs from a film they saw together (literally they both kept the tickets...) and then they promptly throw away the ticket stubs as though they've just been burnt because they catch themselves doing something terrible - thinking about each other. (literally they both kept the tickets but then absolutely did not think about why they'd kept the tickets, because as if they've reached a point where they'll allow themselves to realise that maybe it's possible for them to enjoy each other's company yet. and then them throwing away the tickets is them being like nope refusing to think about why I kept this it never happened i definitely did not willingly engage in recreational activity with dan humphrey/blair waldorf and then i definitely definitely definitely did not keep the evidence it just didn't happen none of it happened i will not think about it ticket gone means no more thoughts on the matter okay case closed moving on time to go visit serena...)

#AND THEN THEY BOTH LITERALLY GO VISIT SERENA #gg voice while dan is walking out the door to see serena “ and forgetting past mistakes” blair looking at her resume blair walks into seren #but a new year doesn' #sn't wipe away old problems #dan&serena proceed to lock themselves into the same dance they've been doing since high school and it's #blair's words that are a significant part of breaking dan specifically out of it #and then blair with her resume trying to figure out where she belongs in the world and her terror at the thought of becoming her mother lea #s to her plotting and scheming for something she doesn't actually want that much #and it's in talking to dan that she starts to let herself make plans for her life based on who she is and what she actually wants to be #rather than planning her future to run from the fears that have haunted her her whole life #it's about how they've always seen each other the mistakes theyve made what they're afraid of #but also the beauty they're forced to admit exists in their enemy/frenemy (depending on the day) #so it's like now they're talking and they're showing each other how they see each other and it's so very different from how anybody else se #es them and it's these pictures that are completely different but completely accurate that help them break the patterns of their pasts #in that the newness the difference allows for the realisation of “youre not what you were” and the accuracy is like i know you we'll show e #ch other what we actually are we see each other #okay now i'm #just rambling but it's them running away from the fact that they enjoyed each other's company and then proceeding to spend the episode trap #ped in patterns they've been trapped in forever until they help each other realise that they don't have to be trapped forever and then they #end the episode beginning to actually face the future and settle on a new path when they go see another movie together #okay done now so sorry this is insanely long help

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[blairwaldcrf]

dan humphrey, the chronically abandoned and blair waldorf, the woman who cannot help but go back. x

#dan humphrey #blair waldorf #you did it. you summed up the Tragedy of them in one sentence #gossip girl #didn't seem right to co-opt a specific star wars post but this screams them #i might make a set about this because oof. especially with the ch/ir of it all

[zbdjjsjwjajba]

decided to reread the most recent ch again

what the fuck

i just

ITS U ATSUSHI??? YH IS IT U ATSUSHI??? if aku does fucking wake up bc of atsushi specifically i will scream til i cant scream anymore

FLITCHES(? can u call it that?) WHEN HE HURTS AKU??? MY GUY THAT IS AND ALWAYS WAS UR ENEMY WHY R U SUDDENLY SCARED TO HURT HIM????

and then of course the why did u save me and u know what GOOD FUCKING QUESTION BC AS DELUSIONAL AS WE LOVE TO BE MY GUY SACRIFICED (?) HIMSELF TO HELP 'THE GUY HE HATES' now what kinda homosexuality is going on HERE

man the ure in there arent u?? AAAAA WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???? HES NOT UR MIND CONTROLLED LOVER

ALSO LETS NOT FUCKING FORGET??? AKU S M I L I N G ??? LIKE ACTUALLY AND GENUINELY????

#anyway i feel ljke i didn't scream properly enough last time i talked about this ch so here it is #AAAAAAAA #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd manga #bsd sskk #shin soukoku #just blair talking <3

[lovecharged]

#ship: archie & blair. #ch: archie jackson. #fc: jessica alexander #fc: jonah hauer king #ooc: wanted opposite.

[dailyrannells]

I might have lost a fiancée, but I feel like I’ve gained a lifelong accomplice.

#they're so stupid i miss them terribly #black monday #don cheadle #andrew rannells #tv: black monday #r: blair & mo #ch: blair

[misshiraethsworld]

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Blaire Sloane never understood what it meant to have a family. Her father died when she was young, leaving her with an overprotective mother and a mountain of trust issues against the male species. When his death has later ruled a homicide with the killer still on the loose, Blaire takes matters into her own hands. When she's old enough, she takes a chance to build a life far from home's picket fence and finds herself in Quantico, VA. Now a renowned FBI agent, Blaire strives to make each day to make the world a safer place. Yet she's unsure who she is making it a safer place for. Her counter-terrorism expertise and her uncanny ability to tell someone their life story catches the eye of Agent Tobias Fornell, who proceeds to use her as his secret weapon. Fornell tasks the woman as the liaison between the FBI and NCIS, and she does her job well. Until her fiancé is shot by a terrorist on US soil, leaving her devastated and alone once more. Sensing that Agent Sloane may need a change from the orange and grey walls of NCIS, Fornell has her reassigned to the BAU in hopes of bringing back what life she has left.

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