She arrived at Kieran’s, cherry red snow cone in hand, a mere few minutes ago. Now she sits cross legged on the edge of the gorgeous marbled counter top in Kieran’s bathroom, her half eaten snow cone in his care and his razor in hers. Kieran lingers in between her knees, white shaving cream covering half of his chiseled jaw, amusement shining in those bright blue eyes. Dipping the razor into the pool of water inside the sink, she uses the finger poised underneath his chin to angle his face just so. She means to give him a stern look but a smile curves at her lips. “Don’t move. Or drop that snow cone. It’s my favourite flavour.” Her voice trails off; her focus on gliding the razor along the side of his jawline rather then the words falling from her lips. Her teeth scrape against the corner of her lower lip as she glides the blade over his skin. Glide, rinse and repeat. “There’s that handsome face.” She teases, flicking a dollop of shaving cream at him from her finger. With one final draw of the blade across his chin and she’s finished, his sharp jawline free from stubble. She draws back, resting one hand on the countertop behind her, as if admiring a masterpiece she had spent hours slaving over. “Voilà,” She taps her finger against his sternum, flashing him a bright smile. “thanks, maybe next time i’ll get you to shave me legs. Fair is fair.” ( @kiicrans )

Kristine Froseth in Low Tide (2019)

Kristine Froseth in Low Tide (2019)

she’s sprawled out on her bed when he finally finds her; laying on her back with her head hanging over the edge and the tips of her honey tinged hair brushing the hardwood floors. with an arm resting over her eyes, she’s robbed of his grand entrance. a long slow sigh - a dramatic scene that would no doubt make sienna proud - tumbles from her lips. “ jules, my hero. ” she finally slides her forearm off her face, blinking once, twice against the bright afternoon light. he’s propped on one of her plush chairs, taco in hand. she offers him a small smile. “tacos?” with a small huff, she rolls herself onto her stomach. she slides the take out box across the floor and peeks inside at the collection of soft shell tacos inside. with a grateful smile she helps herself to one, polishing off the delicious snack with a few bites. “ i need your help desperately. “ she declares, pausing to lick a smear of guacamole off her finger. “ i need some cheering up. i already tried ice cream and fuzzy peaches and that didn’t help. so here we are. entertain me. ” her lips quirk upwards ever so slightly at the quoted lyrics. “ please? “

「 • ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ⋮ @blalrs. 」  

julian had promised blair to swing by after practice although he’d argued that she wouldn’t want that after practice smell anywhere near her. apparently she didn’t care or she didn’t hear, he wasn’t sure. food hadn’t been mentioned but he was starving so he’d picked up food for them both, just in case. he thought as far as to dropping off his bag in the foyer then made his way to blair’s room, with a bag of food in each hand. he knocked once before bumping the door open, raising the food in the air as if it was a godsend or he was a godsend even. “ you’re welcome. ” he announced, a very satisfied grin playing on his lips. taking a seat in one of her chairs, he opened up the box revealing…tacos. “ so, what’s up ? you needed my help or something ? ” he wondered before he stuffed his mouth with taco. so stylish of him.

☀ ✉ ☾ ❝❞ ♋ ► ☢

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

[ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  take a look out the window and look at the sun fucking rising. i know i just dropped you off and said night but technically it’s morning… [ sent at 5:15 am ] → blair:  so good morning, valentine. i’m coming back up your street. let’s grab breakfast by the marina. 

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[ unsent at 11:04 pm ] → blair:  cori’s pissed at us anyways come find me at the after party. 

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  you know, eventually i’m going to want my leather jacket back.[ sent at 12:50 am ] → blair:  for now you can live out your fantasy of being sandy olsson[ sent at 12:51 am ] → blair:  anyways, night you in your fantasies valentine ;)

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair:  caught my dad’s girlfriend snooping around my room today[ sent at 7:35 pm ] → blair: she asked what all “that junk” on my desk was[ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: and my junk she means all the little gifts you’ve given me throughout the years. can you believe she called the flamingo shot glass junk…? [ sent at 7:36 pm ] → blair: i told her to fuck right off in case you were wondering.[ sent at 7:37 pm ] → blair: anyways, i’m being forced out to dinner with them. come with me.

send ♋ for a fucking sext

[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: two days and i’m still thinking about how good you looked at the doherty auction[ sent at 11:05 pm ] → blair: and i’m not talking about you in that dress. i’m talking about you under the moonlight with nothing but those heels on.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair:  come over i wanna get you wet again.[ sent at 11:06 pm ] → blair: …because we’ll be in the pool again, obviously

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

[ sent at 2:00 pm ] → blair: why are you pissed? you know we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything.

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[ sent at 2:06 am ] → blair: blair valentine[ sent at 2:10 am ] → blair: starting to think there’s no one like you in this world because i really missed your cute ass tonight.[ sent at 2:10 am ] → blair: just got kicked out of the party and i’m not even mad about it! i’m coming over. get out the ice cream.

elias or kieran

“ like blondes or brunettes? “

op literally loves attention but go off i guess

would you hook up with kieran again?

“ i think elle woods would be so disappointed in me if i did seize the opportunity and throw in some legal jargon so.. objection. leading the witness. “

op literally looks like baby but go off i guess

op literally looks between the ages of 7-12 but go off i guess!

do you regret breaking girl code and hooking up with kieran?

“okay, i get it looks really bad, but it’s not like that. i’ve known kieran for a long time and he’s my friend as much as cori. that probably doesn’t mean much right now.. but i didn’t mean to hurt her, okay? i hate that i hurt my friend, you have no idea how sorry i am.”

op literally wants to play innocent but isn't but go off i guess

go in my inbox and describe me im terms of “op literally ____ but go off i guess”

lets do an honesty hour ask me anything

even more fucking text memes!

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

kiicrans‌:

        “cute, valentine.” and this time, he does very little to hide a smile that touches the edge of his lips - it’s almost innocent, the way he hits the candied ring on her finger with his, in mock cheers, or as if he’s silently agreeing to be her match for the evening. he lets the moment pass before he’s standing up straighter, hand finding the small of her back and slowly inching it upwards, his fingers teasing the zipper as he traces up her spine. his other hand takes a bottle of belvedere from the bartender before he’s steering blair away. “the heels can stay for now but i can’t promise you’ll still have them by the end of the night. – don’t worry, i’ll buy you a new pair.” he leads them towards a set of doors that lead to the back of the doherty’s estate, “what do you say to a dip in the pool?”  

his palm is warm against the bare skin of her back, leading her far away from the masses. the party continues on behind them; lively as far as silent auctions go but teeming with the hampton’s most stuffy elite. it’s no place for reckless children and their dangerous whims. no place for wild souls looking to let loose and howl at the moon. they slip out the grand french doors, leaving nothing but the echo of her twinkling laugh in their wake. it’s a promise of nothing but the very finest brand of chaos. they step out into the night, the air a warm caress on her skin, ruffling a few loose strands of blonde hair. her teeth sink into her lower lip, attempting to contain the grandiose smile that threatens to consume her. it’s all in vain. her grin grows to it’s full bright glory, impressive all on it’s own but paired with those gleaming azure eyes, it rivals the moon herself. “what do i say?” her fingers find the sliver of exposed skin at his chest, tapping his sternum twice. “better ditch the shirt, kier. we’re going skinny dipping.” she’s practically a school girl - filled with too much excitement, too much anticipation, too much mischief; entirely too much crackling beneath her skin that it all threatens to burst free from such delicate packaging. she spins on her heels, giving him her back. she peeks up at him over her shoulder, eyes bright with amusement. “unzip me? can’t ruin the couture.”