we dress like princesses to go out and kill kings

HAZEL WILLIAMS Need I say more? ''I’d call her a storm, or tornado, but they are destruction without purpose. Her? She look’ll you in the eye as she tears you open, just to see how much you’ll bleed.''

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Griffin → Hazel

Griffin: okay, yeah, that works. i'd say most pda things are good with me - hand holding, arms around shoulders, pecks on cheeks, kissing in general. i'm pretty good at being peppy in general, so i don't think selling the fact that i'm happy to be with you will be a problem

Griffin: we can't say that we met too long ago, bc our friends probably would get pretty suspicious that we never mentioned each other earlier. maybe say we met a few days before the event itself, but only briefly. i fell for you instantly initially, approached you during the party, and you agreed to a date?

Hazel: Glad to hear it.

Hazel: Of course you fell for me instantly, Coop ;] Perfect. Have you got any high profile political events coming up? Let's keep it classy.

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Griffin → Hazel

Griffin: if you were serious about what you said, then we need to make up a plan

Griffin: as in, implement rules and boundaries and just sort out things as a whole

Griffin: oh, and this is griffin! sorry, hi, i hope you're having a good day

Hazel: If I wasn't serious, I wouldn't have said it.

Hazel: Of course. I may be a bitch, but I'll respect your boundaries. And we'll need a good story when people ask how this love story began.

Hazel: You're sweet. You'll make a great fake boyfriend.

[evanderwoodsen]

“This is the best filter I’ve ever seen!”

[hazelswilliams-blog]

‘’I didn’t take you for a basic white girl, Eric.’’ Hazel replied, looking up from her phone. It didn’t matter that the puppy filter was one of her favourites. 

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Text → open

ROSALIE: So someone made quite an impression on GG last night.

ROSALIE: Are you okay?

HAZEL: Please, I've had worse things written about me in US Weekly. Besides, she practically complimented me.

[noahcartwright]

At approximately noon, dark sunglasses perched atop his nose to shade himself from the sun which decided to grace Manhattan this afternoon, as if to scold him for having far too many drinks last night with well…just as many companions as there were alcoholic beverages. Noah decided to leave his beloved silk sheets, throw on whatever came into his eye-sight upon opening his closet and take a walk to the first coffee shop he can find.

As he strolls along the sidewalk, head slightly lowered and both hands in his jean pockets someone comes into contact with his shoulder, causing him to stumble back a few steps. He curses at this, not in the mood for any shit today, then looks up to bear witness to who the culprit getting in the way of him and his coffee is as he warns “You ever do that to me again, you’ll be sorry. Now get out of my way, I have a date with a very large cup of coffee, black.”

[hazelswilliams-blog]

A little shopping trip always cheered Hazel up, and after the horrendous showdown with Sutton at the party, she felt in dire need of it. Her spirits needed lifting, needing to fuel the fire that would turn her enemies to ash and nothing could do that like buying some new shoes. So, laden with bags on her arms, she happily sipped on her iced coffee as she made her way down the street, feeling significantly better until she bumped into a figure. 

His iciness shocked her, her eyebrows raised. ‘’You’ll be the one that’s sorry, Cartwright.’’ Hazel huffed, ensuring all her shopping bags were still in tact and she hadn’t spilled her drink. ‘’You look terrible.’’ 

[justlikebacon-blog]

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Kati ➡ Hazel

KATI: Last night was not as bad as I thought it would be

KATI: even with the return of GG

KATI: you free? let's go grab something to eat

HAZEL: It equal parts wonderful and awful. So just your typical party to be honest.

HAZEL: We both got featured. We must be famous, K.

HAZEL: How about we just grab coffee instead? I'm not hungry.

[imgod]

all i ever do is drink iced coffee and bitch

[tsopgossipgirl-blog]

e-blast #007.

Good morning, Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here - and for once I can say I’m not impressed. In years past you’ve always managed to keep me interested, but in the hangover haze from a party gone sour past hour two, there are only a few things worthy of a mention from me. 

MVP of the evening goes by default to Wyatt Lawson. I always knew that being from the south meant you surely garnered some sort of talent, but I never would have guessed that juggling was your forte. Kati, Emma, Valeria, Sutton, all in one night? Which hangover is worse, Wyatt? The one that’s left your nose runny or the one caused by an evening of taking a verbal lashing at the hands of yours truly? If I were you, I’d make a stop at the clinic the first thing on my agenda. Better make sure the saddle is clean before you plan on taking another ride.

Either way, it looks like you’ll never get your ride off into the sunset with Emma. Sources tell me that she was seen exiting the apartment building of none other than Jamie Buckley in the early reaches of the morning light, and we all know that sleepovers with Jamie rarely constitute any sleep at all. My only question is whether or not Penelope was there to join the fun? I would hazard a guess at no.

And speaking of being an expert at juggling, is it really surprising to anybody that Nate has once again found himself in the midst of ghosts of girlfriends past? Jenny, Serena, Blair - it’s a true wonder as to how he managed to keep his head above water. You may have women circling around you like sharks in open water now, Nate, but it’s only a matter of time before Chuck swoops in and it becomes nothing less than a bloodbath. Oh, wait. He already did. It’s too bad that two of your girlfriends prefer the company of your best friend, especially when its become increasingly apparent that he enjoys the company of, well, just about everyone else.

Basses enjoying the company of those they shouldn’t would appear to be the theme of the night. Fletcher Murdoch? Really, Octavia? Even I wouldn’t fish from the kiddie pool, and we all know he was cast out of the deep end a long time ago.

Also looking a bit wet this evening is Sutton Fitzgerald - and not in the good way. In the past if I had to bet on who would win when it comes to blows, my money would have been on Sutton, though Hazel has certainly given me a change of heart. Sources tell me you’ve got good aim, H, but next time, I wouldn’t bother wasting a decent drink on someone who doesn’t know the difference between Korbel and Moet & Chandon, especially when we all know there’s a possibility that the man behind the action may very well prefer the company of his sister.

Last, and almost certainly, least: the award for most disappointing will inevitably fall in the hands of none other than Carter Baizen and Christian Sullivan. For all your cavalier words and threats of a good time - you’ve let me down the most. Tsk, tsk.

As for the rest of you, consider yourselves lucky. Your indiscretions may have many, but they have yet to reach my ears. Crawl back under your silk sheets and wrap yourselves in the legs of whoever kept you company last night, you’re safe. F o r  n o w.

[qarchibald-blog]

Confusion quickly turned to dread as Hazel’s phone was held up to his face, revealing a picture that was incriminating beyond a doubt. For a mere moment, his mind was clouded with nothing but anger towards Christian for getting them into this situation, though the initial rage soon turned into a blind fear. He thought of his father’s career - the long hours Dalton Cooper had put in to develop his campaign, the countless speeches he had given throughout the state, the promises he had made to the people of New York - and his stomach sank immediately. 

He looked up at Hazel, not quite sure how to proceed. As far as blackmail, and scandal in general, went on the Upper East Side, Griffin made sure to keep himself supressed. He had a reputation to uphold, a duty to his family to cherish their good name, and an uneasy frown settled upon his face at the reality that all of that could be tarnished with this single photo. Hazel did nothing but smile at him sweetly, as though this were a pleasant negotiation that was nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps, to her, it truly wasn’t. 

“I assume you want something,” he replied. “I mean, you would have sent this into Gossip Girl already if you didn’t, so you clearly came here with a motive.” He shoved one hand in his pocket and used the other to push the photo back towards Hazel, determinant look newly riddled across his face. “And, as I’m sure you can imagine, I’m more than happy to negotiate, so go right ahead. Do you want money? Power? Respect?”

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Griffin wasn’t her typical victim. From what she’d seen and heard from him in their brief encounters in the past, he was sweet. He seemed dedicated to his fathers cause, perhaps even a genuine soul in the midst of ones that were far from wholesome. Hers included, given she didn’t feel an ounce o guilt for the blackmail she was inflecting on him. Guilt was an emotion she hadn’t felt since she’d walked away from that supply closet, an intern’s clothes in her arms and the intern himself left humiliated. Hazel had never felt guilty, she’d felt liberated. 

Still, she comforted herself with the fact this would be mutually beneficial for both of them. When the anger and panic faded from his face, she was sure he’d seen it her way. ‘’Money, I have plenty of. Power,’’ She waved the phone towards him, a little too happy. ‘’I clearly have.’’ The picture was her evidence. Small she may have been, but Hazel held a lot of power within her hands. 

None of those things were what she wanted. Her motivation was a mix of things; mostly revenge. As petty as it may have seemed, Kenzie’s relationship with Sutton was pushing her over the edge and she was furious. He’d never been faithful and she’d never complained, but none of his past conquests had quite been like Sutton and it pissed her off completely. As well as ruining the woman, she would punish Kenzie for putting her through all the stress and she’d do it by dating another. Maybe she could have simply gone out and bagged herself a real boyfriend, rather easily, but she was in the market for a very specific man. One that was respectable, even kind, and the complete opposite to her on/off lover.

‘’What I want is mutually beneficial, actually, Griffin. In exchange for ensuring this photo and my knowledge that you’ve checked out your fair share of guys, don’t reach Gossip Girl, I want you to be boyfriend.’’ To anyone else, asking such a thing may have been embarrassing, but Hazel didn’t care. This wasn’t particularly person, it was business. ‘’I’m not asking you to get matching tattoos and fall in love with me, but you know. Take me to events, make it Facebook official and tell everyone how lovely I am. And in return, I’ll keep your secret and have my father donate to your campaign.’’ Her voice was so matter of fact, casual, even as she discussed her plan. To her, she was being completely fair. ‘’It might even help your political cause to have a pretty socialite on your arm as well. Win win.’’

[noahcartwright]

With the amount of times he’s grinned tonight, you could call it a workout - and as always he’ll push it to it’s limits - so when his notion is shared and her hand comes in contact with his, his smirk only grows. He leads her to the dance floor then, joining the only other pair who decided to make use of it tonight up there.

Gossip Girl, why yes he intends to make a second appearance on her site tonight. “That is the goal now isn’t it?” He replies. “To get her attention, we surely have competition here.” He adds, taking a scan of the bustling room full of elites - and a select few that managed to bargain there way in here tonight.

He feels her arms slide round him as they begin there steps, the fronts of their bodies almost coming into contact. “I wouldn’t dare, Miss. Yes, the shoes are spectacular.” Maybe he can charm his way into getting her out of them and that dress before the evening comes to an end, after all she looks like she’s ready for even more fun tonight, a scandal perhaps. She did say she wanted Gossip Girl to catch something of her.

[hazelswilliams-blog]

He was right about that. Compared to the likes of Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen, she was a small fish in a big pond. A fact she absolutely detested, resisting the urge to roll her eyes or even stamp her foot in annoyance at the thought. Hazel was more than a force to be reckoned with, even if she didn’t have the same Queen status as they did. ‘’Well, then I guess we better do something interesting.’’ She replied casually, grinning. Her words were made suggestive by the way she moved in closer to Noah. 

‘’I appreciate a man who appreciates his shoes.’’ Hazel replied with a little smirk, being a great lover of heels and expensive shoes. When you were 5′1′’, having high heels and a loud, shrill voice was the only way you were going to get notice and her wardrobe was full of everything from Valentino to the Yeezy’s she’d been sent by Kanye, which currently lay discarded. 

[risingphoenixkati-blog]

        Kati enjoyed the time she spent with Hazel - she was a good substitute for Isabel when her best friend was nowhere to be found, She knew they would never be the same after she failed with Colby - though in her mind, she still humiliated him and probably ruined something in his life after leaving him. The guilt still ate at her, but that was not something she would trust Hazel with. It wasn’t like the girl would even understand where Kati was coming from or that she had feelings for the boy. It wasn’t the kind of friendship they had. “Do you think she’ll take a liking to all of standing up to her this time?”

         Smiling momentarily, Kati linked her arm with Hazel’s and set her sights on the crowd. She knew they would never be the same, and she was okay with that, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun. “Not like it matters, but at some point we’re going to cross paths,” she muttered. “I could play nice long enough to get her to trust me. At least until you’ve gotten something to take her down with.” While she didn’t want to help Hazel mark her territory on Kenzie, she didn’t exactly like the idea of Sutton sniffing around either. At least until she came to terms with her feelings about Kenzie, Kati didn’t want anyone around him. Brother or not.

[hazelswilliams-blog]

If Hazel hadn’t become one of Blair’s ladies, it was highly unlikely she would have befriended Kati or anyone really, for that matter. She tended to be a lone wolf, looking out for herself rather than worrying about having a trustworthy pack around her. People were idiots, and people lied. She didn’t trust much, and didn’t make many attempts at friendship unless she wanted something. All her friends pre fat camp were long forgotten, and it was a struggle to remember their names. Instead, they’d been replaced by the 3 fellow women who had very little in common other than their love of scheming and their loyalty to Blair. ‘’Probably not. I told Blair we need to be prepared.’’

She almost shot her down in flames. Almost. After the incident with Colby, it was hard to trust her with something as important as taking down her nemesis but it wasn’t like Sutton would become her best pal anytime soon. There was no clear way in for her, but Kati could do it. Hazel gave her a sceptical look, ‘If you do,  you’re not going to suddenly find your heart in your chest and change your mind just as I’m about to expose the skank, are you?’’ It was a testament to how much she did care about the other woman that she actually asked, almost wanting to be proved wrong. They’d been unstoppable once. ‘’You could get close to her. Find out what she’s hiding and then report back to me.’’ 

[noahcartwright]

“Excited? Absolutely, this will be thrilling to watch…just what I didn’t know I needed until now.” Noah responds with a chuckle at the end.

“Heart? No.” he replies. “Yet, with what you chose to wear tonight - flawless as always might I add - I’d consider going after something else of yours.” he states with a smirk upon his lips, taking a long drawn out leer of her from head to toe. When he reaches her eyes once more, he holds out his right hand to her and proceeds to ask “Would you like to dance, darling. The floor seems quite lonely up there.” He isn’t one to often ask people to dance with him, yet the sight of the open dance floor irritates him.

It’s a party for crying out loud, you’re supposed to have fun and make use of the venue.

[hazelswilliams-blog]

‘’I couldn’t agree more.’’ Hazel agreed completely, the mischievous glint in her eyes saying exactly that. Her own schemes and plots kept things interesting, but there was only so much one minion could achieve while maintaining her good girl image. She looked every inch an innocent flower, some even believing so and there were others that knew her to be a serpent and wouldn’t trust her in a heartbeat. Harrison St. James was one of the latter, but she figured she could at least charm Noah for the evening. Men were more playthings to her, a way to pass the time and spice up a dull party. 

 Hazel looked down at her dress, a pretty and femine Elie Saab number that had cost more than some people over the river made in a month. ‘’Oh, might you now?’’ She countered, her eyebrow arching with a similar smirk pulling at her own lips. It seemed they were rather like minded people, and she wouldn’t say no as he reached out his hand. Her small, slim hand slipped into his, allowing him to lead them. She was anything but submissive, but they all had parts to play. ‘’I suppose we can keep each other company up there. Maybe we’ll even get Gossip Girl talking.’’

On the dance floor, her arms slid around his neck, her body close to his. ‘’You’re not going to step on my toes, are you? These shoes are one of a kind.’’ Like me, she added in her mind.

[risingphoenixkati-blog]

        Though the words were never said out loud, Kati always wondered if her fellow minions knew the truth about her feelings towards her step-brother. None of them had ever called her out on it, at least not out right, but it was a small itch that she could never scratch. Some days she wished she could just tell the world, but there wasn’t anything to push her to the edge. People always speculated how close they actually were and she was okay with that. Or she wanted to be. So long he wasn’t bothered by it, she was going to try to not be either. 

        “Worry not, Hazel,” Kati said with a confident smile. “I have no plans of making it easy for her to drag any of through the mud.” She wouldn’t want to see any of her so called friends be blasted horribly let alone herself. But if she knew Gossip Girl, and she liked to think she did, she couldn’t count on anything. Even if she was safe for the time being. 

        “And if Gossip Girl has no intention of following through,” Kati said, turning back to face Hazel, “I will follow you.” Kati had been okay with sharing Kenzie with Hazel, but if she had to start sharing him with Sutton as well, she was not going to be a happy camper. It was a good thing she was trying to avoid him though. She wasn’t very strong, even if she wanted people to think she was.

[hazelswilliams-blog]

‘’Neither will I.’’ The four of them and Blair were like an army, soldiers joined together in worship of their Queen Bee. And with the return of Gossip Girl, they were in the beginning of a war. It was time to batten down the hatches and wash the blood from their hands. ‘’Gossip Girl thinks she’s a bitch, but she clearly hasn’t met us.’’ 

A smirk graced her lips, knowing that Kati would at least help. She would no longer trust her with important parts of plans, too concerned that she would suddenly grow a heart and back out again but nobody could scheme quite like Kati and Hazel did when they were together. She’d almost missed the bonding, her arm linking through her friends. ‘’Thanks, K. I just need something on this girl. Everyone knows she’s got a love of alcohol and cocaine so I can hardly ruin her with that. You can’t have a party without Sutton Fitzgerald getting her hit in your bathroom.’’ A spiteful chuckle left her. ‘’I want her humiliated. I want it to be more epic than what I did to Harrison so it’s going to take some digging.’’ 

[ginaalexisrodriguez-deactivated]

The Neon Demon (2016) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn

[tsopgossipgirl-blog]

e-blast #006.

My, my, my, Upper East Siders, you’ve been busy. One would think that with my arrival (untimely, some have called it), you would have learned that a little discretion goes a long way. While all of your antics are worth a mention, there have been a few that have caught my eye.

I can’t help the taste of displeasure that enters my mouth every time I receive a blast about Vanessa Abrams. While I’d much rather spend my time sifting through the scandals of the Elite, even Brooklyn babies need their fifteen minutes of fame. Haven’t I warned you, V? Placing your confidence in the care of the lesser relevant Humphrey may have earned you second prize as the Upper East Side’s least favorite person, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have at least a few redeemable qualities. Maybe you’ll find them at the bottom of the bottle you’ve been chugging all evening. Who am I kidding? It’s doubtful you’ll find them there, either.

Next on my list are two ladies who I would describe as anything but lovely. In the case of Hazel and Sutton, I can’t quite keep up. He loves me, he loves me not - fighting over a boy is so seventh grade, ladies, even one who looks like Kenzie Farkas. Hazel may have laid claim on him several years ago, but having a chain as loose as the one around her boyfriend’s neck is only cause for alarm. Maybe if you’re lucky, Sutton will ditch Kenzie in preference for another man, one with a higher calling than fucking anything that moves. Excuse me, Father, for  e v e r y o n e has sinned.

Oh, and Kati? You may have left the party early, but I’m still here. And I’ll still be here when the history books write about your family’s desire to relive every Greek tragedy that Sophocles ever wrote. Let’s make like Dionysus and all raise our glasses - here’s hoping that one day Kenzie will look at you the way Narcissus looked at his own reflection.  C h e e r s.

[suttonxfitzgerald-blog]

Sutton could tell she had hit a nerve. And in every moment that her words dug underneath Hazel’s skin, the Fitzgerald girl could feel her shoulders squaring, her posture suddenly becoming more upright as she relished in the feeling of having such an effect on the girl. 

It came to no surprise that Hazel had retaliated the way that she did. It was a known fact around the Upper East Side that Sutton spent a lot of her time with her nose pressed to rolled up bills on hard surfaces; and she made no attempt to hide it or keep it a secret to anybody. “Touche.” She said, dryly her lips turning downwards in a mock pout as she shrugged, “and I’d honestly rather have my eyes roll back from the drugs than hear you utter one more word. So, tell me, sweet Hazel, what does it feel like to know that someone would choose a drug, or really anything, other than choose you? You must be used to the feeling.” Her eyes darted to the champagne flute in her hand, her lips curling in a small smile, it would take much more to get underneath Sutton’s skin. There was always an aura of nonchalance around her, she rarely ever took anything to heart. “Is it really considered leftovers if he willingly sought me out? Again. And again. And again. And - well, you get the picture. If anything, wouldn’t you be his leftovers?”

[hazelswilliams-blog]

Some people assumed Hazel to be emotionless but they couldn’t of been more wrong. Heartless, perhaps, but she felt a whole plethora of emotions in her bones. The trouble was the emotion usually tended to be anger and rage. She felt it deeply within her veins, hence her tendency to be over dramatic and rather irritable. Sutton’s words didn’t hurt her, but they royally pissed her off and her fingertips tightened on the champagne glass. 

But despite the blonde’s attempts at composure, the brunette in front of her seemed determined to make her break. Her comments stung, but she had years of perfecting her poker face under her belt. She was not the kind of girl to collapse in tears and rush off to the bathroom, she was defiant and fiery. Every syllable that Sutton uttered simply fuelled her fire and made more determined to destroy. ‘’Boasting about being a coke whore really isn’t classy, Sutton. You’re not edgy, you’re just fucked up.’’ Hazel chided, letting out a condescending chuckle.

‘’It is my leftovers because the only reason he’s coming to you is he’s craving me. You think you’re special? Your vagina isn’t magical, it’s just a way to pass the time until I take him back.’’ And Hazel completely believed that. Her and Kenzie had a toxic relationship, constantly switching between hot and cold but that didn’t change the fact that he was hers. Stepping a little closer, it was almost as if she were about to whisper something but instead, she simply used their closeness to pour her champagne onto Sutton’s head with a giggle. ‘’Oops.’’