*/ QUEEN B ∞

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just wanted to quickly make sure that everyone knew, THIS BLOG IS NOT DEAD. life is just a lot right now and i need a bit of time to adjust to that. but no worries. your favorite new york girl will be back soon! i hope you can be patient with me!

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hey dears, quick update: i have returned from my holiday but my uni stuff is a little CRAZY right now so i’d appreciate a little patience with my replies on threads and DMs. i’ll get back to everyone in the next couple of days. <3

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This blog goes on a 2 week hiatus due to a vacation! See you all soon!

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❝ you were my first kiss. ❞ // from nate!

     ♡ –––– a smile started to grown on her face as she slowly nodded. ❝ i know. i remember very well. and as you probably remember, you were my first too, nate archibald. ❞ blair’s hand reached out to run from his shoulder down to his elbow, her eyes SOFTER with him that they usually would be with anyone else. there was so much history between the two of them, their FUTURE had been set in stone for so long, that the DISTANCE between them now pained her. ❝ i don’t know how we managed to mess it up to end up here. all these months i had thought we would be able to stand above this high school drama. ❞

      ♡ –––– two months. that was how long they were broken up at this point but deep in her heart blair knew, she shared too many firsts with nate to just forget about what they had been once. if it wouldn’t have been for the TEMPTATION of some male GARBAGE named chuck bass, their life together, even if they were still young, might have turned out differently. maybe, nate would still pick her up to school and hold her hand under the table and BORING dinners with their parents. maybe he would still shoot her the wide smile when they parted for the day or whisper in her ear that she was beautiful to him.

     ♡ –––– the thought alone made her squeeze his upper arm before she sucked in her breath rabidely, exhaling it in the same manner. ❝ somehow, we broke apart under all of this. i am very sorry that i contributed to so much PAIN in your life. ❞ ( touch-starved starters!! –––– status: open )

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❝ if they laugh, then fuck them all. ❞ // from chuck !

      ♡ –––– it wasn’t often, that blair needed the encouragement. ESPECIALLY not from his side. from early years on, she had been raised to be a confident and p r o u d woman however, there was somethign intimidating about the event her mother had put together for the evening. mainly, because it would be her FIRST time meeting everyone involved in the company she would be taking over in a couple of months and, being the perfectionist that she was, the brunette wanted to ensure to make a LASTING impression on the people who would now be her employees.

      ♡ –––– one of her hand smoothened out the fabric of her versace dress. it had been a present by said mother, her way of welcoming and encouraging blair to her new task. still, the young woman found herself squeezing the hand of the man next to her tightly, as they were riding in the elevator to the right level. ❝ it is EASY for you to say that, chuck. but i will have to work with these people. i did not expect to be so NERVOUS just because of some low class workers who could be responsible for my daily moods from soon on. maybe this idea was terrible after all. maybe i shouldn’t have agreed to take over the company. ❞ with slight INSECURITY and worry, she turned her hazel eyes towards him, seeking the needed ankre in his face. ( 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝙿 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚁𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴. –––– status: open )

[curtisriri]

Cute Girls on TV (1/?)

Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf

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    ♡ –––– when dylan’s body was being covered by the rope that kept the cut off hair from falling onto his bare shoulders, relief washed over her. only for a moment, but it was there. with the view on his muscular body blocked, she found a chance to take control of the HOT feeling in her guts again. even though, this would probably have worked out even better if she wasn’t looking at the work émile was doing on dylan’s face. the more the messy blond hair got cleaned out, the more HANDSOME the male on the chair started to look. until, he was revealed again, standing up tall.

   ♡ –––– it almost blew her off her thin heels right then an there. of course, blair had expected the make-over to bring out something better of him but she hadn’t expected to find such a good-looking man under all the d i r t and grease. even though, dylan still looked CONFUSED, his eyes were soft and deep, his lips pink between the stubble of light hair. the brunette wanted to give herself the credit for creating this peace of art though, she had to admit that if he took better CARE of himself, he’d probably be looking like this any day of the week.

    ♡ –––– the brunette was so caught up in the change he had gone through in such a short amount of time, that she found herself caught off guard when he asked about the shirt. only now, blair noticed that her mouth had been standing OPEN a bit and quickly, she licked at her lips, reminding herself of how foolish that must have been looking to him. when she had run into dylan earlier that day, blair had not thought that he could actually capture her attention like THAT but, with his new and fresh look he did fall in the category of men that she would try to talk to, should she be meeting them under DIFFERENT circumstances than fixing something in the kitchen, of course. blair knew, she was often a superficial person and she was barely bothered by the fact however, everytime her eyes met dylan’s she felt like there was a whole world to explore behind them and maybe, after tonight, it would just be worth it to go for it. from the way she had experienced him so far, he wouldn’t reject the idea. not, that she would give him a CHOICE should she really go for it. 

    ♡ –––– his voice ripped her from the thoughts that had started to capture her mind and held her back from following through with the plan. it was sweet. the worry. it wasn’t something she ever experienced, not in CONNECTION with her clothes, but it was charming. ❝ of course not. i will pay for your clothing tonight. you are providing me with the service of being my escort. and i told you, i will be taking care of YOU today. so, you just put on this joop shirt and don’t worry your handsome head about money now. ❞ a wide and sweet smile appeared on her face. though, it didn’t last too long because dorota drove in the rail with the suits on it. so, she captured blair’s ATTENTION for now. together, they mustered the suits that were possible for him to wear until they settled on three of them. the mere sight of the expensive fabrics made the heart of the brunette pound quicker. a brief MEMORY of her as a child flashed her mind, when she had went with her mother to find a fitting suit for her father. eleonore had explained the small details of the different brands to her, made sure her daughter understood which sort of fit her dad needed and why. fashion had been a large part of blair’s life always. the fact, that the look of her date mattered so much to her was just ANOTHER indicator for that.

   ♡ –––– dorota took the first one of the three from the rail and carried it over to dylan. ❝ while you’re fitting the suits, i shall start explaining a couple of things about tonight. ❞ blair watched what the maid was doing closely. in cooparation with émile, they started helping dylan into the suit. in blair’s eyes, there was NOTHING odd about it but the clear discomfort on the face of the blond had her wondering. were there really people who did not desire such a life? a life of being treated PRECIOUSLY, of being free in ther own type of way, not worrying financially. could it be, that someone could not want to have the life of a blair waldorf? it was hard for her to imagine.

   ♡ –––– once again, blair stepped up to the taller male. her feet carried her from left to right as she started thinking about which lession was of most importance. ❝ because we are having this dinner with the LOWER employees of this house and with the employees of my mother’s office, the topic of money should be off the table. if you are asked about your suit, or your hairdresser, you are FREE to answer with honesty however, salaries are an absolute no-go. ❞

   ♡ –––– ❝ also, i don’t think politics is a proper topic for tonight. who knows if these people are even educated on that. topics that always work PHENOMENAL is, obviously, my mother’s work and, suprise surprise, her daughter. if you ask questions about these two things, she will already be more than delighted. ❞ the brunette brought her arms in front of her body, one hand landed on her chin as her thoughts kept wandering. ❝ regarding the press, because there WILL BE journalists present for sure, i believe from the spectator and maybe the times, i would advise you to make it sound that you and i did NOT meet at work. as much as this event is for our employees, it would ruin my reputation amongst the girls if they knew i talked to my staff. so, you and i met in the lobby. you offered to carry my bags and i was absolutely thrilled. so, we went out on a date. this one tonight, should be our second one. are you following? ❞ blair stopped walking and turned her head to see how far they were in the dressing process and whether dylan was listening to her.

   ♡ –––– the navy fabric that now clung to his body, matched perfectly with his eyes. the color of his hair was brought to the foreground too and the brunette had to suck in a breath HARSHLY for a moment. this was not how it was supposed to be! he was the one who was supposed to be breathless at HER look. and instead she found herself holding her oxygen in. then though, blair reminded herself that it had been no one but her to even have this idea so, credits should go to her and not to him for being ridiculously handsome. ❝ so? ❞ she asked, her voice HIGHER than usually. ❝ how does tha suit feel? ❞

[themusewhomuses]

I want you       I want to break you To hold you       To choke you I love you       I hate you

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     ♡ –––– blair was glad to have dorota by her side. often, she didn’t pay the older woman the credit she deserved for the things she put up for her but today, the brunette felt generous, thankful to have the moral support of her maid while she was going through the crisis of having to digest the news. the news, that her body reacted to a person she would DISPISE on a normal day. it was truly unfair, that even when she tried to do the right thing and help someone out with their terrible look and social status, even then some bigger power put rocks in her path. deeply, she sighed. as blair was sitting on her bed, allowing dorota to bring her a cup of tea while she heard the water splashing in the room next to them. the urging curiosity annoyed her. she had seen dylan a couple of times, barely taken a second to acknowledge him, so where was this feeling coming from now? the last time she had felt such a strong physical attraction to someone she was naturally opposed to, must have been in that fateful night with chuck maybe. was she really willing though, to put these two on the SAME stand? it wasn’t possible. it shouldn’t be. yet, the heavy and hot feelings in her guts wanted to prove her wrong. and even a cup of tea didn’t wash them away.

     ♡ –––– after a little bit, the door opened and a mostly nude dylan massett poked his head inside of her bedroom. well, there would have been at least a hand full of scenarios in which blair would have ENJOYED this view more than she did now, especially with dorota standing in the room with them. if her feelings wanted to run WILD, it was time to bring business-blair in the foregound and be professional about this again. for him, this was only a job anyway. even though, blair’s pride didn’t want to think that he truly wasn’t attracted to HER one bit. these soft eyes might not want to give away what was truly happenening in the head of his, but she was sure, he must at least have looked after her when she left him alone in the bathroom.

     ♡ –––– the cup of tea was set aside so, instead, blair could get up from the bed now, waving him inside the room. ❝ he is just riding up in the elevator. come inside now. dorota had to measure your leg and arm length so we can see which suits will fit you best. ❞ luckily, her voice sounded LESS lusting than her body felt so, when blair got a full look of his muscular chest, the round shoulders, a flat stomach and the miles of soft looking skin that was just begging her lips to make contact with it. ugh! the brunette couldn’t hide her trembling lips so, instead, she turned her head away from him quickly. ❝ dorota. bring the measurement tool. ❞ the maid did as she was told, while blair stepped to the door to open it further, making sure dylan would enter now.

     ♡ –––– when the maid got to work, she took another sip of her tea in a weak attempt to calm her nerves. dylan stood there in just his tight underwear, so close to where blair spent her nights usually, so close to where they could spend it TOGETHER if only there wasn’t the problem with what the girls at school would think. blair started throwing back and forth arguments about the situation. getting with an older male seemes like a GOOD ENOUGH pro argument. now that he was clean and would go through the whole makeover, looks wouldn’t be the problem either. it was just................. a craftsman. a dirty person, someone who spent most of his time of the day with fingers buried in grease and sticking his nose places of the house that blair didn’t even know existed, most of the time. but she would be LYING, if she tried to deny that it was exactly that, what brought a certain type of excitement to the situation.

     ♡ –––– émile stepped into the room and turned out to be her savior. now, at least, she was distracted enough to not constantly having to remind herself to not stare at dylan’s crotch. the blond male that was currently stretching out his arms for dorota to measure, messed up her manners which were usually on point ALWAYS. and that frustrated her even more than the arousal that he caused.

     ♡ –––– now, blair turned towards the hairdresser who set down his case of things and then stepped up to her. they greated each other with a kiss left and right to the cheek before giving their attention to dylan. (great). ❝ thank you so much for coming on such short notice but we really have an EMERGENCY case here. ❞ her fingers pointed towards the mostly nude man in the middle of her bedroom. ❝ this is my escort for later tonight. now, you know the dress that i will be wearing and we agreed on how to put together my hair. do you think you can make sure he matches my look? i would hate for dylan to look like a fool next to me. ❞ émile ensured her, he knew exactly what to do and not to worry. instead, even advised her to take a seat and watch him working his magic. so, blair did exactly that, took a seat on her bed again to pick up on the cup of tea with her eyes glued to dylan YET AGAIN.

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      ♡ –––– blair found herself more than happy that her guest was already done with the work he had been assigned too. finally, the fun could begin. it wasn’t often that she took up on BIG challenges like him but she knew, she could master it. after all, she was blair waldorf! there was nothing she wouldn’t be able to do. waldorf women, as her mother had taught her, were meant fo greater things, for the excellent manners in life, to rise to bigger successes and to climb the ladder of triumph, no matter how difficult it might be. and, hearing these things since she was a child, the brunette truly believed in these words. ❝ okay, dylan, listen CLOSELY. first lesson for today, carry yourself with some confidence, yeah? you have a big influence on hos people will see you when you first meet them. so, straighten your shoulders, hold your head a little higher, stop stepping back and forth on the same spot just because you get nervous. people pick up on these SMALL things. quit buring your hands in your pockets when you get uncomfortable. even though you look like you sleep in the streets, these are really small things that are for FREE. you won’t need a rich girlfriend to get these things. so, do me the favor. ❞ as she spoke, her hands reached out to grab his shoulder and bring dylan to his full size, then her index- and ringfinger brought up his chin. immediately, he seemed taller than before. ❝ better. ❞

      ♡ –––– as she started walking, blair made a motion with her hands to follow her. ❝ stop with all this nonsense now. you might be a lost case but that was only until you met me. after i rushed through your life, you will be ready for these sort of meetings at any time. believe me, i am a PERFECTIONIST. now come with me. ❞ together, they made their way upstairs to her bathroom first. blair wanted to say she wasn’t excited to be alone with him in here as the hairdresser apparently had yet to arrive. perfect.

      ♡ –––– on her heel, she twirled around and waited for him to finally stop staring around in the room and giving her the needed attention against instead. ❝ the barber is not here YET so i suggest, you start with a shower to get all the gease and sweat of your skin. you look sticky. we need to get to work immediately. ❞ well manicured fingers reached out for his body once more. why couldn’t she stop doing that? since dylan never seemed to make the first step, at least not today or with her, the brunette took manners into her own hands. the buttons of the plaid shirt he was wearing were popped open one by one until she had EXPOSED the white t-shirt he was wearing under the fabric. what a pity. blair wouldn’t have minded to peak at the flat stomach she guessed under the clothes, wouldn’t have minded to check out where the tones kind from his neck lead to a chest that looked like it was well-trained. she almost couldn’t hide the DISSAPPOINTMENT from her face. just like when they had been in the kitchen, she caught herself drifting into admiration about his figure. this needed to stop. before she would dirty her fingers on the grease that covered his lower arms in some parts.

      ♡ –––– from where she had been busy with buttons before, she proceeded now, pushing away the ever so present arousal that, for some reason, did not want to back off even though she kept reminding herself of his low social status. the belt with tools OPENED at the front, where his jeans would probably open as well. blair took it off of him and put it aside on the edge of the bathing tub. ❝ do you think you can UNDRESS yourself from here on? i believe you are old enough to do this. hurry a little. you should be ready before émile, the barber, will be here. ❞ again, blair turned towards him. if she wanted to contain herself, she couldn’t help opening buttons and zippers, couldn’t take off more of his clothing. dylan needed to do it himself or blair wasn’t sure she could keep ignoring that disgusting feeling of LUST in her chest.

      ♡ –––– ❝ i will be waiting in my bedroom. once you dried your body, come to the room as well. please put on some underwear though. no one wants to see THAT. ❞ she made a gesture towards his crotch. just LOOKING at the bludge of his jeans though, called for the complete opposite desire. enough! blair made an unhappy noise and rolled her eyes ar herself. ❝ get going. ❞ the brunette demanded and stomped out of the room. it was getting too much. before she could continue with these thoughts, she needed to make sure dylan massett looked at least PRSENTABLE and would know the difference between broughes and oxfords. she doubted he’d remember that for long anyway but it was a neccessary lesson he’d get from her. especially, if gossip girl would publish a piece about them. should chuck find out about this, she couldn’t risk facing his disgusting smile. a heavy sigh left her, when blair entered her bedroom again and sat down on her bed for a moment. she ordered dorota to bring a fan and a glass of water. this situation was taking a lot of her, not the way she would have expected. what was it with sweaty men, that they had such an arousing effect on women WITHOUT even noticing? this wasn’t fair. dylan was supposed to be the one getting flustered by her presence not the other way around!

[thousandmusings]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘

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      ♡ –––– curiously, blair watched his reaction. and, she wasn’t disappointed when he moved in surprise, knocking his head in the process. blair knew, she should at least pretend to be concerned about his well-being. but, when he didn’t show a sign of huge bother, she decided to just ignore it and instead PROCEEDED with their conversation. her hands found a spot on each side of her ships, looking at him unamused as he wanted to deny her demand. ❝ gossip girl is really the last sort of parasite you should be worried about. who knows what lives in that blond mob on your head. i am NOT going to accept a no for an answer. in fact, you do not have to answer at all as i ALREADY made the decision for you. ❞ a sweet smile found its spot on her face, as blair now crouched down right next to where dylan was kneeling. now that they were on eye level, she noticed the deeth of his sad (and shocked) orbs, felt the strong urge to sigh at the view she was getting. he was depressing to just look at. that was just one thing that she needed to change before the guests would arrive. 

     ♡ –––– her well manicured fingers reached out however, they never connected with his body. instead, they wrapped around the flashlight he had been holding between his lips and had let it fall into his lap after knocking his head. ❝ so, get back to work and finish up because you have a handful of suits to try on for me. ❞ slightly, she crooked her head to the side, offering him the flashlight again as a hint at the TIME PRESSURE they were under. ❝ tad tad. the dish washer won’t fix itself. ❞ once that the flashlight had left her palm again, blair rose back to her full size, eyes now targeting dorota. the face of her maid showed clear DOUBT about the decision she had just made and if it was only the two of them, blair knew she’d be hearing the thick accent on the shaky voice, advising her to attend the dinner alone instead of taking up on so much work. but, even though she could read it in the eyes of the small and round woman, she decided to IGNORE it and instead offered another smile. ❝ dorota, i believe dylan here will be done with his work in the blink of an eye. so, we have a lot of things to prepare. how about you cann the actual cook to make sure the food will be ready for later. your work is needed elsewhere now. ❞

     ♡ –––– even though, she had left the face of the kneeling man out of sight, the brunette was sure that he was either rolling his eyes or shaking his head, probably still wanting to PROTEST but, she kept ignoring him and his wishes. once blair had set her mind to a manner, there was no returning. dylan would learn it one way or another if he tried to deny her.

     ♡ –––– as expected, dorota obeyed her wish immediately and dropped the things she was working on, instead grabbed her mobile in order to notify the man who usually cooked for the waldorf family. ❝ you should be ready in 20 minutes, dylan. i don’t like to wait. ❞ for just a brief moment she acknowledged her opposite before dorota was done executing the talk on the phone. and with that, the two of them left the kitchen and dylan ALONE for a bit. blair had a plan in her head already, dictated the calls that dorota was to make within the next minutes as they were on the way upstairs where her bedroom was located. once they had reached it, the maid was already busy with her mobile and blair moved the two-sided mirror into position. from the make-up table, the chair was moved to the middle of the room as well before dorota notified her that the barber was already on his way. because of that, and because she didn’t want to just sit around in the bedroom waiting for everything to be READY, the brunette found herself stepping down the stairs in excitement again, entering the kitchen once more to see what sort of progress dylan had made.

     ♡ –––– when she approached his figure, she was rubbing her palms together. ❝ the barber is here in a couple of minutes and the suits are to be delivered in an hous. that gives us enough to time to practice the table manners as well. later we can discuss topics that are a no go and those who are perfect for a first time at such an event. ❞ because dylan was still on the ground, blair couldn’t stop herself from using the size advantage she had for once to pet his head. regardless of her EXPECTATIONS, the locks felt soft under her hand. within the blink of a second, blair caught her mind wandering to a place in which she imagined grabbing a fist full of those angelic strands, holding on to those muscular upper arms with her other hand when he’d be pushing her up against the next best item and- NO. no, she would not fantasize about this dirty craftsman with the worried eyes, wouldn’t feel her body temperature heating up over the thought of him RUINING the dress that she had picked for later, wouldn’t feel a rush of arousal about the thought of a trip to brooklyn or the bronx or wherever he had a home. in disgust about her reaction to the first physical contact she had ever made with him, blair made a face and pulled away her hand. there was really no need to feel this way about someone like HIM. in a strict voice, she told herself in her head to get her act together. this was just a make-over project and they would eat dinner with her mother and his colleagues together. nothing more and nothing less. ❝ are you finished now? we need to get started. ❞ blair attempted to wake herself from the place her thoughts had wandered to.

[gossipgirls]

On the Upper East Side, appearances are often deceiving. From friends to hair colour, there’s always more than meets the eye.

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   ♡ –––– her eyes never left his body as the blond male got down to his knees right in front of her, taking a closer look at the tool in question. blair had no idea about how to fix probably anything in this household but, that didn’t mean she wasn’t CURIOUS to see what he was doing. even though, that might have been more related to her curiosity regarding his person. carring her arms crossed in front of her chest, blair raised her eyebrows at him when he announced the neccissity of turning off the power. it wasn’t that she really NEEDED electricity right now but more, that she didn’t really understand what it should be good for. ❝ turn off the power? i don’t understand what that is neccessary for. you’re supposed to fix the dishwasher. i didn’t call you here to cut my home off from the world. is this really needed? ❞ the heels rose thunder with every step that blair took as they walked over to, what appeared to be an electrical panel.

   ♡ –––– when dylan massett’s hands opened the small metal door to gain access to the handles that would control the power in the whole penthouse, her brown eyes glanced at the ROUGHNESS of big palms, at the length of skilled fingers that seemed to know exactly what to grab for. if only that wasn’t just the handle to turn off the electricity in the kitchen. like before, blair cleared her throat in order to s t o p thinking about all the attractive features she was suddenly able to recognize on his body. he was just a worker. one of many. meant to make HER life easier and not to make her doubt her own taste. it was embarrassing enough that he could cause such a reaction without even intending too. luckily, he switched the topic to something that she would not bother thinking about. ❝ my mother is hosting a dinner party in HONOR of the success her company reached lately. it is a celebration for her employees, i believe. i’m not sure which DEVIL rode her to invite tailors and seamstresses into our home and i don’t know how she could expect me to cancel on my plans to join this dinner but well, as long as the food is good, i can bear with it. ❞

   ♡ –––– together they entered the kitchen again. even though, blair was shorter than him regardless of her heels, the way both of them moved their bodies, it was clear who of the two of them was the DOMINANT persona here. and, as much as she probably should have enjoyed that truimph in silence, it brought a wide smile to her lips that she was the one. ❝ and besides that, i get to wear a beautiful givenchy dress. not, that i expect YOU to know anything about that. you probably never worse a suit besides on your wedding day and you don’t strike me as the type of person who would care what kind of suit it is anyway. ❞ again, blair found herself mustering his figure as the blond male proceeded with his work on dish washer. his broad shoulders would fill in a grey marks &' spencer’s piece just right. a bit of gel to his hair and the blade of a barber to his cheeks and he could serve the looks to do her world just. an idea stroke her mind, one that immediately rushed her heartbeat and tickled under her skin.

   ♡ –––– a mischievous tone washed over her face as the brunette finally dropped her arms from where they had closed off her posture. now, she was a woman on a mission. turning this dirty worker into PRINCE CHARMING, even if it was just for one night, had become her new goal. ❝ something crossed my mind, dylan. that is your name, am i correct? well, it appeard to me that i absolutely forgot to find myself a fitting escort for such an event. now, normally i would pressure my friend humphrey into such a situation to avoid any rumors from gossip girl’s side about me going out with an ABSOLUTE loser. but, i absolutely love a challenge and you, with your dirty fingernails and those sad eyes, you seem to be just about the right project for me to take up on. so, once you fixed the dishwasher, you will put away your tools and i will take care of the rest. ❞ blair made sure to leave no room for a NO. she wanted to do this. wanted to see if she could make him live up to his full potential under her watch. excitement glistened in her eyes and she clapped her hands together, smiling widely and already thinking about all the measures she would have to take.

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important headcanons to consider:

    ♡ –––– can they use chopsticks? –––– considering blair’s EXCELLENT table manners, she absolutely can. there is no item in the cuttlery-range that she is unable to use properly. however, chopsticks might not exactly be her FAVORITE. using them is always a bit of a messy situation and blair does not love ruining her lipstick or messing up her dress just to get a warm meal into her stomach. fork, knife and spoon remain to be her preferred tools to enjoy a dish. and besides, it’s not ATTRACTIVE to watch her opposite slurp the food off the chopstick either. so, even though she can, blair will try to avoid them.

    ♡ –––– what do they do when they can’t sleep? –––– there might not be a more dangerous blair than a sleepless blair. not only will it leave her with a TERRIBLE mood the next day, it gives her too much time for scheming and thinking about all the people she would love to see suffer. so, sleepless nights are for working out plans, discussing those in her diary to make sure they work from the beginning until the end. other than that, blair will love to text all night until she can finally go to sleep or, when it comes to extremely HARD cases, there will be no other way to tire her than trying to listen to other people’s sob-stories. the internet is a wonderful place for that ad never fails to make her feel tired enough to go to sleep. lastly, it’s most likely that dorota will catch notice of blair being awake (it’s not like she could ever be quiet about it) so, it is to be expected that warm milk with honey is going to be delivered to her bedroom to help her going to sleep.

    ♡ –––– what would they impulse by at the grocery store? besides booze? –––– i’m not sure blair ever set a foot into a grocery store. there hasn’t been a need for that since she had people doing the groceries for her instead of doing it herself. but, if she would end up in one for whatever reason, i could see her getting stuck in the sweets section, trying to find macarons. and once she find them, she would get all packages available to make sure that she doesn’t consume food that ‘normal people’ eat as well.

    ♡ –––– what order do they wash things in the shower? –––– showers aren’t really her preferece. a bath is much more suitable for blair. however, if she finds herself in a shower it is ALWAYS the same order: shampooing her hair, rinse, adding conditioner, soaping up her body while letting it sit in, then rinsing again, soaping up her face and rinse.

    ♡ –––– what’s their coffee order? –––– black coffee is way to bitter for blair. she lives for the sweet things in life so, usually she will go for some sort of special, when she orders coffee. caramel latte, vanilla cappuccino, mocha latte –– it doesn’t matter how the coffee gets inside of her as long as it is sweet enough to cause diabetes.

    ♡ –––– what sort of apps would they have on their smartphones? –––– as little as she would love to admit it, gossip girl would be the first app blair downloads. and next to that of course instagram and twitter, to keep up with what is going on the celebrity world and  her friends. i think facebook would be a bit TOO MUCH for her taste. it asks for too many details of the little private life she has. on her smartphone there would probably also be an app for online shopping. but never, under no circumstances, will one find games on blair’s phone. there is absolutely no need to waste time on that. same goes for tinder, or ANYTHING of the like. if blair would be looking for a man, she would prefer finding him outside of a virtual world.

    ♡ –––– how do they act around children? –––– absolutely delighted. blair loves children. as her dream has always been to find her prince and become his princess, that includes the DREAM of offspring with said prince. even though, blair thinks children are rather unpredictable, she loves hearing their little giggles and seeing them make their uncontrolable little steps.

    ♡ –––– what would they watch on tv if they are bored and nothing they really like is on? –––– blair will find an old black and white sob drama, that can entertain her enough fo an hour before shutting the tv off in FRUSTRATION probably, bringing her back to her usual scheming rather than wasting time on something she doesn’t enjoy anyway. in today’s world i can see her checking out E! or TMZ as well even though, she’d probably be a bit ANNOYED should she see that she’s a covered topic there.

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     ♡ –––– the blond crossed her arms in front of her chest and shrugged, rather untouched by his arguments. ❝ you’re my friend. why would i be embarrassed to be seen with you? that’s crap. and besides, what is ‘a guy like me’ even supposed to mean? you’re HANDSOME. get over that chip on your shoulder. ❞ she leaned forward, closing the computer so jon would stop worrying about the picture. there truly wasn’t much to it and even if gossip girl would want to keep digging up on the two of them, she wouldn’t find ONE thing.

     ♡ –––– ❝ i mean....... i have a valid reason to be in that club if i want to be. it’s not like there isn’t a reasonable explenation for this picture. we met in a night club. it happens. i meet friends there all the time. jon, do you really think renee would get ANGRY about that? because the picture doesn’t imply anything else but what it shows. ❞

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me?????? an explosive temper???????? yeah leave me alone