𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓯.

♛ BLAIR CORNELIA WALDORF ♛ 〝 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕? 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.〞 Descriptive and mainly canon portrayal. ♡ for a random muse driven starter. RT to help with your favorite Queen B’s Revival. XOXO.

Oh, Basshole, every angle of you is insufferably smug. Every angle of me is perfection and the ones you’ll always chase are the ones I’ll never let you keep.

Want me more? Please. You’ve wanted me since the back of that limo. The difference is—I don’t hand out repeats to bad actors.

» intellectual side. He doesn’t challenge her into duels of darkness. He challenges her to be better. I hate what the writers did to them though. It felt messy and fumbled. They just wanted to split them so they could put him back with Serena.

||• Don’t get me wrong, I love Chuck and Blair. But I did love them too. To me each one speaks to a different side of Blair. Chuck to her dark side. He challenges her and can handle her darkest impulses and understand parts of her few others do but Dan… he speaks to her »

Happy #WCW to me.

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You’re still a complete pain in my ass, @SuchABasstard .

𝐿'𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇

Bazooms? Please. That sounds like something a washed-up lounge singer would say after their third martini. Try again, Archibald.

@BrooklynPenman » recommend leaving me out in the hallway. We both know I don’t wait well.”

@BrooklynPenman » challenge dancing there. “Are you going to let me in, or would you rather keep rehearsing that stunned expression all night?” One brow arches, the corner of my mouth tipping into something dangerously close to a smirk on perfectly painted lips. “Your choice. But I don’t »

Confusion flickered across Dan’s face the moment he opened the door. Of all the people he thought might show up unannounced, she wasn’t on the list. Not even close. “Uh—Blair?”

I wasn’t gone. I was just watching from the penthouse — and frankly, the performance was underwhelming. The bar got lower. The outfits got worse. The desperation got louder. But don’t worry. Order, taste, and actual standards have returned. Let’s see who can keep up, shall we?

— 𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘰'𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 — [𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺?] tumblr.com/suchabasstard/…

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