Red: darn, aren't you Rivals? Evilin: Rivals?? Red: yeah? Evilin: what, no. Red: ...you were fighting her yesterday Evilin: sure i was, doesn't mean anything.
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Red: darn, aren't you Rivals? Evilin: Rivals?? Red: yeah? Evilin: what, no. Red: ...you were fighting her yesterday Evilin: sure i was, doesn't mean anything.

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Unpopular Opinion (Gossip Girl)
Here's an unpopular opinion of mine
Blair x Dan = enemies to lovers
Blair x Chuck = enemies while lovers
(I prefer the enemies to lovers one)
you may think i like ships because of the ✨sexual tension✨ between the characters.......and you may be right, but before that, the reason is always angst. angst is and will forever be my primary motivator for shipping a ship, and this is why enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies and enemies while lovers fucking SLAPS. angst. pain.
one day, i will defeat you. i will smash my fist across your face, and watch as your lips tear open to spit out pretty little drops of red, gems i've worked so hard to spill. i will wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, squeeze until my hands turn red and your face turns blue and the snow falls faster, squeeze until i stop seeing the warm little clouds of breath slipping past your lips into the air behind me. and then, just when you think that it's over, i will throw you to the ground and bury my heels in your sides mercilessly, time and time again like you have to me all those times in the past with those clunky combat boots that i used to like but have come to hate precisely because of this. one day, i will watch as we switch places and you become the same thing you've always seen me to be. nothing but dust at your soles. one day, i will defeat you. but your absence will defeat me too. all that i'll have left to remember you by is your name, and that quickly fading bruise you told me to say was a hickey.
when all's said and done, i guess we can live on as stars, butting heads in the sky.