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badnewsblair · 1 year
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maybeeevirgo · 9 months
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me after saying “it is what it is”
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When the spiro side effects kick in
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poemsfor-her · 7 months
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this is how i look when i am studying ♡
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valoale · 7 months
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Just a regular day at the Malfoy Manor
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toastbutteregg · 2 years
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miss-lauryn-hill · 11 months
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"Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here. And I have the biggest news ever."
GET TO KNOW ME MEME [2/10] PILOTS:
GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012)
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cxndiedvi0lets · 11 days
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Violet, You better not be having another personality you copied off again.
My honest reaction:
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raeflora · 1 year
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blair waldorf and chuck bass in barbie (2023)
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queerbolg · 11 months
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going to be brave. succession is gossip girl for people who want to feel like they’re too smart for gossip girl
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spookysalem13 · 2 months
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Me and the bestie at work! 🖤✨️
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bassettmemes · 7 months
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YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.
"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."
“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”
“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”
“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”
“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”
“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”
“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”
“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”
“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”
“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”
“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”
“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”
“You need to be cold to be a queen.”
“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”
“I didn’t come back for you.”
“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”
“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”
“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”
“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”
“I hate that stupid headband.”
“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”
“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”
“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”
“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”
“You are no one until you’re talked about.”
“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”
“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”
“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”
“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”
“You can’t fight against who you are.”
“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”
“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”
“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”
“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”
“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”
“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”
“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”
“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”
“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”
“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”
“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”
“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”
“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”
“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”
“I came to tell you in person. You win.”
“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 
“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”
“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”
 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”
“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”
“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”
“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”
“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”
“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”
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sauronnaise · 3 months
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Me: I stay away from drama.
Also, me, whenever I hear drama:
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outlawssweetheart · 1 year
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Fanfiction >>>>> Canon 🤷🏽‍♀️
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forgottenroisin · 3 months
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“Tell me a secret.” (Cassandra x Rose)
The day was sunny and warm in the meadow, surrounded by a broad field of tall billowing grasses and wild poppies that waved merrily in the breeze.
The sound of Cassandra's question was not particularly astonishing to Rose -- such things were said between them often enough, and in that moment they'd made a game of it, taking turns with little harmless demands for truth and tales -- but stretching out her legs on the quilt upon which they'd sat (bedecked with a generous tea service -- that Rose with Eithne's help had lugged out here before the princess's arrival -- and a mountain of scones and tea sandwiches and other such delights for the girls to enjoy), Rose closed her eyes and turned her face to the sun. Nothing in particular came to mind. "What would you like to hear?" she asked, at last, opening one eye and glancing towards her friend who was lounged beside her, lying flat on her back to gaze up at the wide blue sky.
"Something...exciting. Shocking."
"Lord Ormond is a servant," blurted Rose.
"What?!"
Giggling, then, Rose lay back as well and turned her gaze towards her friend who was now looking directly at her. She wiggled her brows and then, shook her head. "What I mean is...and its not precisely a secret, but it is little known. About," she shrugged, waved a hand. "Eight hundred years ago--"
"So recent history," teased Cassandra, propping herself up on one elbrow to look at Rose.
"--Lord Ormond's ancestor was ennobled. The legend goes that the first Lord Ormond had been nothing but a servant, you know, with hardly a penny to his name. One morning, the King of Astaira, unbeknownst to the poor servant, had gone on a hunt and become separated from his group and grievously wounded while pursuing a boar. The unwitting servant stumbled upon a man in the middle of the forest, bleeding profusely and, though he had precious little to spare, the servant took the king back to his humble hut and he nursed him back to health."
"This sounds like a fairy tale."
"It might be. Now shhh, do you want to hear the story or not?"
"I think I know where its going. But go on."
"Now the king was a very young man, inexperienced with the world. He was clever and capable, but he was arrogant and conceited, as well, and he gave scarcely a thought to the condition of his people save those he saw on a daily basis who were all, of course, nobles and quite wealthy.
"At first, the king was in no condition to tell the servant who he was but, as he saw where the servant lived and how, the king became too ashamed to tell him once he was able, knowing that the servant was sacrificing so much to help him, where the king had never done the same for the servant and those like him, though it would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to do.
"While the servant tended to the king, the two became close and the king, as he improved, began to try to take on some of the servant's labors to help his friend. The king began to realize that he might prefer this life: he had never wished to be king and it was a sweet reprieve, and he began to contemplate never telling anyone at all. Soon, however, he was recognized by the people the servant worked for, and the crown having been held so long by his wicked uncle unbeknownst to the king, there was much upcry in the house. The nobles for whom the servant worked realized that they'd been presented with quite an opportunity. Particularly because they knew something else that the king did not know: his accident had been, indeed, no accident at all. His wicked uncle had attempted to arrange his death."
"How horrible!"
Rose nodded. "Despite having become dear friends, when the nobles revealed the king's identity in front of the servant, the king and servant had a vicious falling out given the king's lie.
"After the servant had retired to the kitchens and the king had stormed out into the night for a long walk to clear his head, the noble family gathered around the fire, debating what to do in light of what they knew. It seemed the king had little wish to return to his throne and was, therefore, unlikely to look kindly upon their recognition of him, and certainly would not look favorably upon his brother's actions in his absence -- actions which had directly benefitted the wealthy while further persecuting those less well off. While they were discussing this, the servant quietly came up from the kitchens to continue his work and overheard their deicion: they would secretly turn in the king to his uncle who would quietly have him killed off.
"Rushing out into the woods to warn the king, the servant told him what he had heard but the king would not believe him, given the argument they'd just had, and his own belief that his people were good at their core they ad simply -- like him -- been blinded by their own lifestyles. His uncle could never do such a thing! 'Your Majesty,' said the servant at last. 'It is not I who have deceived you. I have never lied to you, and I don't mean to start doing it now, even if it does mean you will speak civilly to me again.' But, still, the king would not listen.
"That morning, the son of the noble family rode out to court and, in the afternoon, came a black-hooded assassin whom the king only avoided due to the servan'ts quick thinking. Lost in the woods together, and evading the blackguard who looked to take the king's life life, the king and the servant reconciled and realized it was up to the two of them to save the country, so they devised a ruse.
"In the end, they switched places. The servant drew the assassin away, and the king -- who now knew something of the life and ways of servants -- slipped into the castle undetected in the guise of the servant, so that he could sneak in and reveal his return before the entire court, knowing that many truly were still loyal to him and, once the truth was known to all, the uncle would be forced to relinquish his stolen crown. And so it was."
"But what happened to the servant?"
"Well," began Rose, rolling onto her side to face the princess, and propping her head on one hand. "They had planned for him to come to the palace after the king was safely reinstated, but a night and a day passed and he did not come, so the king organized a search and, in the end, the king found his friend bleeding in the woods, just as he himself had been found. With all honors, the king had him escorted in comfort to the palace where the king, himself, tended his wounds with the aid of his best physicians.
"In the end, the king punished the wicked uncle and nobles, and he turned all the goods and possessions and titles of the family for whom the servant had once worked to the faithful servant, and overturned the wicked laws his uncle had passed, while also making improvements on his own shortsighted ones for the good of all. He did, however, make a request of his old friend, the former servant, now Lord Ormond."
"What was that?"
"That he stay on and advise him, and that while he did it, he always, always speak the absolute truth to the king, no matter how little the king wished to hear it. Its the reason for the Ormond's family motto: 'Truth Prevails.'"
Cassandra lay back once again, blue eyes turning towards heaven as, for a moment, the girls fell silent. "That wasn't a secret."
Rose giggled. "No, it wasn't, but I don't have any secrets," she lied to the sky. "And it's your turn, anyway. Tell me a secret. Or a fairy tale. You choose."
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maevese · 6 months
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Me core
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