BUBBLEGUM BITCH.

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@h-cnnah

“is it weird that i’m, like, almost upset about the fact that gossip girl hasn’t posted about me in weeks??” cordelia asked hannah, head tilting as she glanced up from her phone in frustration. the last blast about her had been two weeks ago. was she becoming irrelevant?? apparently there was never enough attention to please a high-fashion model. “like, am i really that boring?? i know i’ve been focusing on work and all a lot lately, but, like, come on.”

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@ofhcldens

delia had a funny way of showing up unannounced places, as though she owned the streets of new york and all the places in it. today, though, it was with a purpose. she called holden’s phone, outside of his place, tapping her foot impatiently. it wouldn’t be long before she would have to run off to a photoshoot or lunch meeting or...wait, crap what was her schedule today?? she made a mental note to give a call to her assistant after this. as soon as she heard holden on the other end, she hardly let him get a word out before plunging into speaking. “will you, like, let me in?? i left my favorite pumps here and i, like, need them back for a gala this weekend.”

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@lvoplds

delia sipped at her coffee placidly, other hand used to scroll through her phone. she was always only half-present in most conversations. her life required her to always have one eye on her phone at all times in case of last minute events or things she forgot about (which happened more often than not, surprisingly), but she did at least try with the people she actually kind of cared about. leo counted as such. their mothers had known each other since college, so therefore they had to get along. but leo wasn’t all bad, cordelia came to realize eventually, and she almost looked forward to their occasional coffee dates to catch up. her blue hues flickered up to look at them after ignoring yet another text from her mother. “so tell me--has your mother, like, been as unruly as mine’s been lately?? i swear to god, you give the woman, like, one award and she thinks that she’s the queen of california and can demand me to fly back home for some stupid ceremony.”

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@ofameliiaas

cordelia’s phone was glued to her hand 99% of the time. if it wasn’t work she was busy looking at, it was gossip girl, and the bitch definitely seemed to be active that day. delia barely glanced up from her phone to look at amelia before speaking, “like, can you believe how many blasts gossip girl is putting out today?? and, like, they’re all boring. do you think she’s lost her touch??” she wiggled her eyebrows at her companion playfully.

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@fvckstvllas

the click of her stilettos against the pavement filled the oddly quiet night and cordelia’s phone was next to her ear, calling stella, pacing outside of her home. stella was always a go-to friend for wild nights out and delia felt as though she was well in deserving of one after how stressful her week had been. as soon as her friend answered, she wasted no time before beginning to talk into the receiver, already pretty drunk considering it was only 11pm. “come ouuuuut!!” she insisted with a pout, despite the fact that stella couldn’t see her right now. “it’ll be fun!! we’ll have, like, all the guys at the clubs eating out of our hands.”

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@ciivers

many days, cordelia was surrounded by people 24/7. some mornings, it was nice to get away. she usually reserved her mornings for runs in the city, but today she opted out for sketching in central park, realizing it had been nearly a year since she picked up her sketchpad. she used to love art--she still did, but modeling often took over her life now. too much for her to really make time to paint or draw like she used to. it was both good and bad, she supposed. walking into the park, she sought a nice spot in a distance and made a b-line for it. it was too late for her to realize who she was about to run into--literally--on her way over. not paying attention to anyone else around her, she smacked into oliver accidentally. “watch where you’re going!!” she immediately gasped as she stumbled backward. she recoiled upon realizing it was him, a frown spreading on her face. “oh--it’s you.”

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ooc// i’m so so SO sorrry i didn’t get starters out last night. i ended up having to go to the meeting and then i was just having super bad anxiety all night. but after my event today, i’m gonna get them out tonight for sure, and i’ll be posting a starter on my other bb!! sorry again y’all!!

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i’m actually in like the worst mood rn so i’m gonna shower and try to calm myself down a little. still gonna be working on starters and stuff for everyone i owe them to once i’m out!! i’ve got a meeting tonight at 8 tho then my bf is coming over to stay the night, so i’ll try to get them out asap for y’all!! as always, message to plot <3 xoxo

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i’m too lazy to write my own starter for everyone and i’m uncreative, but if you like this STARTER CALL then i’ll get you a starter out by the end of the night!!

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shilohxvalentine:

˚ . ✦ . ˚  a valentine wedding was known to be the grandest and most expensive events of the year. so when her youngest brother popped the question to his long-term columbia university sweetheart, shiloh was ecstatic, taking upon the responsibility of coordinator-zilla. however, when she arrived at the hotel, and the place was covered in cheap daisies, she nearly lost her mind. stomping through the lobby, she didn’t think twice before shoving past someone in line with emerald hues narrowing at the desk woman. “my brother is getting married in two days, i said orchids !! and now, they’re saying that the ballroom is under going renovation ?!” her jaw tightened slightly, and as the concierge scrambles to fulfill her demands, shiloh turns on her heel and runs smack into another body. “hey! watch it!” needless to say, she’s not in a very pleasant mood.

“like, excuse me??” cordelia demanded as the girl ran into her. hip cocked and hand on her hip, she used her other hand to lift the gucci sunglasses from her face and hand them to her assistant. the blonde wasn’t one to be trifled with, especially not during the peak of her stress. fashion show after fashion show was positively daunting her. a part of her was debating skipping all of them and just lounging in her favorite silk pajamas eating ice cream on the sofa instead, but obviously it wasn’t so much something she could pursue. so she would settle for taking out her frustrations on this girl instead. “as i seem to recall, like, aren’t you the one that ran into me??” her valley girl accent was as strong as ever. “maybe you should be apologizing instead.” her nose scrunched in distaste. “and, like, i couldn’t help but hear your predicament over there with the daisies. honestly, like, the only thing that could be worse are orchids. like, what is it you’re planning?? a funeral??”

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chrislims:

                                            i see what you’re doin’                                and it don’t make sense,                   but i ( a i n ’ t ) a manager — —

          the music in chris’ airpods was blaring, feet crunching the leaves on the concrete as he sprinted. it was getting more difficult by the day — finding time to go out for runs. it was like planning some sort of 007 grand escape; figuring out ways around the paparazzi, around their questions, and the watchful eyes of bystanders. he just needed some me time — alone. at a stoplight, he paused, jogging in place while he waited for the light to change. only then was he able to truly take in his surroundings; the early morning, the people walking to and from their various activities, and finally — a familiar face on the opposite sidewalk. making his way toward them, he pulled out one of his earbuds, smiling a bit, “ fancy seeing you out here. ” he said quietly, “ always thought 7 am would be a little early for ya’ but then again… early birds, worms, y’know. all that. ”

cordelia was a bit of a busy body since moving to new york, but it never stopped her from getting in her daily dose of exercise. even if that meant waking up at the crack ass of dawn to get it done. she was in her own little world, music blasting in her ears, bopping along to it as she ran. it wasn’t until she saw chris that she was snapped out. the blonde put on a smile, mimicking his actions and taking out an earbud. “seems that, like, we both had the same idea,” she told him a bit out of breath. delia waved a hand at his comment, laughing lightly. “i’ve, like, been doing this routine since i was in middle school. i like getting up early. it, like, makes me feel more productive.”

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opxlcnts:

♛ · ˚ . ✦ . ˚ it’s been four years. four years since the heels of her christian louboutin heels clanked along the pavement of the streets of the city she loved so much. and for a while, she thought she’d never return, that she’d be trapped behind the walls of monaco’s palace for the rest of her life but finally, she was free and after landing in john f. kennedy airport early this morning, spending most of the day dodging the paparazzi, the questions of why on earth she divorced the prince, and the swarms of people wanting to get a glimpse of the former queen bee returning to her kingdom, she found herself sitting in the bar of her favorite hotel, sipping at her favorite martini as she took it all in. she was home, and she couldn’t be happier. feeling a pair of eyes on her, she turned towards the person seated next to her with a raise of her brow. “is there something in my teeth or do you have a staring problem?”

“like, it’s hard not to stare at royalty--or should i say, ex-royalty??” delia’s eyebrows raised, having gotten the blast of bianca’s return earlier. it was hard not to question what brought the brunette back to the country, and cordelia’s interest was getting the best of her.. she brought her cosmo to her lips before asking, “like, what’s brought you back, b?? i find it, like, really hard to believe that monaco and princessdom doesn’t live up to new york.”

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fvckstvllas:

‘ alright, it’s been four days since halloween, and i’ve still got glitter - EVERYWHERE, ’ stella’s

 lower lip juts out in a rosy pink pout as she turns to the figure beside her. ‘ — how much longer 

do you think it’ll be before i stop looking like a weird edward cullen-looking knock off ? ’

“unfortunately it’s going to, like, be a part of you forever. as they say, glitter is the herpes of art supplies,” cordelia giggled. “in truth, though, i would, like, give it another week and you should be back to normal.”

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iMessage: OPEN

Hannah: how do you feel about going downtown tonight??? there's a new club opening and I got an invite for my appearance or whatever

Hannah: bottle service, my company, what more could you ask for?????

Delia: is that even a question???

Delia: you had me at bottle service tbh

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poppyyhenderson:

— ; ❀ the female had simply been wandering along the street, heels clicking on the rough street surface as she zig-zagged in and out the waves of people that came at her. she came to a halt at a newspaper and magazine stand, eyes scanning the the various front pages that filled the shelves, one catching her eye that the individual had in hand. “don’t believe everything you read, it’s usually a load bullshit that someone has been paid to write.”

cordelia’s eyes raised from the magazine she was reading, eyebrows quirking. “i was, like, looking for my latest spread, not for trash writing. believe me, there’s, like, enough of that in this world.” she flipped through the magazine pages. if anyone was used to the trash talk in magazines, tabloids, what have you, it was delia, unfortunately. “someone you’re, like, related to in this?? or you??”

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fredericvalmont:

it couldn’t have been more than an hour and a half since freddie set foot on the upper east side for the first time this calendar year, and his parents had already coaxed him into attending some black tie charity event. g r e a t. an audible groan escaped his lips as the key note speaker finally left the podium, after having droned on about a case she had not done the research on. masked by the sound of scattered applause, he all but sighed. “god, if there’s one thing i haven’t missed, it’s this.”

cordelia had a glass of champagne in her hand. it was probably her third or fourth of the night, but hey--could you blame her?? she hated events like these. while they were amazing press, delia wasn’t so much a charity gala person. there was never a cause she found herself wanting to be charitable to. did that make her a bad person?? but she came because her publicist told her to, clapping when she was nudged to, introducing herself to all the right people there, etc. it was mentally draining. her head turned to the male beside her as he spoke, laughing quietly under her breath. “they, like, always get the most boring speakers physically possible. it’s like it’s a mission for them.”