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alaffy · 1 year

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Gossip Girl, Ep.2x10 - I am Gossip (Spoilers)

Ok, well, that clearly wasn’t supposed to be a series finale at all. I’m not really going to get into the who or why the show was cancelled. Yes, the show could’ve done things differently that may have kept the audience or made more people want to watch. Lord knows I complained a lot about the first season. At the same time, given the purge that HBO Max has been going through with their own original shows…I got a feeling that no HBO Max show is really safe. As for this show finding a new home the odds are pretty non-existent.

I’m also not going to a recap as such. Some stories aren’t really worth discussing. For instance, because of the interview, we all knew that the throuple wouldn’t be together at the end of the episode; but they were supposed to together at the end of the series if it had continued. It’s too bad we couldn’t have seen the happy ending, but at least we know that what happed here wasn’t the planned one. And, yes, it’s pretty obvious the guy Max met in Berlin is the friend of the guy Zoya met in Italy. Imagine those double dates.

Speaking of which, there are some things I would be curious to know about or what would happen in season 3. Would Obie find a way to clear his mother’s name and oust his sister from the company? Would Nick be able to clear his name and would the De Haan’s be caught? Would Monet finally break free of her mother and see her own self-worth? And what would we have learned about Julien’s and Zoya’s mother?

Now, there are some thing that I am happy about that happened in this episode. I’m glad Luna decided to be in charge of her own destiny. She’s so above all this petty BS and she’s amazing at what she does. I’m glad she decided to focus on herself. Also, I would say she’s the most improved character in this series. She went to a lacky who’s name I couldn’t remember to, perhaps, my favorite character.

Second, I’m glad Kate got caught. Not just because of her comeuppance; but because we know that the writers didn’t have time to do a reshoot let alone a rewrite. Which means the writers were already planning on getting rid of Kate as GG this season. I think that was the most satisfying part of the episode because it truly showed that, no matter how much Kate said she was doing this to make the kids better, it really was all down to her ego.

I'm also not going to lie, I love that scene after the credits. It’s not because they were going to turn GG into an app; it’s because this new version of GG is being spearheaded by Aki’s Dad. It’s because it would mean that GG, or the person who controls GG, is Malcolm McDowell. I’m got to admit, if that had always been the case, I probably would have enjoyed the show more; just for the shear ridiculousness of it.

But beyond that, there’s really not much more to say. The show kind of went out with a whimper, but it’s simply because it’s so clearly not an ending. There’s not that satisfaction of one.

#gossip girl #gossip girl spoilers #julien calloway #zoya lott #aki menzies #audrey hope #max wolfe #monet de haan #luna la #kate keller #shan barnes #nick lott

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vd-movies · 3 years

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Gossip Girl Season 2 (2008-2009)

Episode: Bonfire of the Vanity

Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf

#ggedit #gossipgirl #blair waldorf #leighton meester #season 2 #series tv #2x10 #gg 2x10 #gossipgirledit

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rogersstevie · 4 years

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It’s wreaking havoc with my hair. Oh, this is not bad for your hair, compared to the other thing. What other thing?

#gilmore girls #gilmoregirlsedit #ggedit #tvedit #emilygilmoreedit #richardgilmoreedit #emily x richard #my gifs #mine: gilmore girls #gg 2x10 #100

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gossipgirlfashionblog · 1 year

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Who: Savannah Smith as Monet De Haan What: Balmain x Barbie Off-Shoulder Cropped Top - Sold Out Where: 2x10 “I Am Gossip”

#gossip girl #gg #gossip girl reboot #savannah lee smith #monet de haan #Balmain #barbie #tops #crop tops #season 2 #2x10 #gossip girl season 2 #gossip girl s2 #gossip girl 2x10 #gg season 2 #gg s2 #gg 2x10

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mego42 · 4 years

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while I was not specifically prompted, @foxmagpie posted a fic request that made my brain go hmmmmmmmm, so I went ahead and pretended it was a prompt for me because I do what I want.

i want to read a fic from rio’s POV of 2.10 when annie reached out to him both because i think annie trying to arrange a business proposition would be hilarious but also because i suspect that rio thought beth was either orchestrating things or that it would be a way to get her back and i wanna get in his head about it

can we meet

All in all, it's a pretty standard text. Rio could probably scroll through his phone and find at least 15 others at any given point. More if he didn't dump his phones every week or two. Even more if he didn't have Mick filtering most of the bullshit for him.

But that's the thing, he does have Mick, which means when these kinds of texts make it all the way to him, he knows who they're from and what they want. The problem here is he doesn't know who the fuck this is or what they want or, most importantly, how the fuck they got this number.

And that last part especially is a big enough fuckin' problem that he shuts his laptop and scoops up his phone, swiping through to call and see who it is.

"Hello?"

He doesn't immediately recognize the voice that picks up, though it pings something. He waits, still not saying anything, figurin' he'll either place it, or they'll give themselves away. It's fuckin' unbelievable the kind of shit people will say if he just keeps his mouth shut and waits 'em out.

"Is this…" The voice trails off, and he's right on the cusp of placin' it, can feel a face bubbling to the surface when it continues in a whisper. "Gang friend?"

The fuckin' sister.

Rio's mouth snaps shut so hard it sends a pang through his jaw, and he's pretty sure she heard his teeth click together over the phone.

There are motherfuckers who would kill—hell, who have killed—for his number, and here's this suburban bopper callin' him up like she can summon him or some shit. Like she has the right.

And isn't that just like Elizabeth, makin' her sister call? After her pretty little fuckin' speech, that prim, butter wouldn't melt it's over, leavin' his cut on the goddamn nightstand like he was some kind of hired help.

His phone case creaks, giving slightly under the force of his grip, and he forces himself to relax. He leans back in his chair, drumming his fingers on his desk, tryin' to figure out how he wants to play this.

He fuckin' knew it.

He's not about to pretend the victory isn't at least a little sweet underneath the bitter rage just thinking 'bout their stalemate brings to the surface. He knew Elizabeth wasn't gonna walk away. She couldn't, she didn't have it in her.

It isn't enough, though, knowing he was right. It's barely a dent, a scratch, a fuckin' scuff in the debt she owes him, the mountain of shit he's gonna make her pay for.

"Hello?"

He hasn't said anything yet, and it's makin' the sister antsy, he can tell. There's a static, scratching noise, and he realizes she's put her thumb over the speaker or something because he can hear what she says next, but it's muffled.

"Are you sure this is the right number?"

Something in him bottoms out—he's not exactly tryin' too hard to identify what. The bright, bitter flair of satisfaction's gone as quickly as it came, leaving a dark, hollow space behind.

The sister's actin' out then, going rogue. Elizabeth knows damn well what his number is. She hasn't exactly been too shy 'bout usin' it whenever she needs a payday loan. Or other services for that fuckin' matter.

He can't help but laugh at that, but it's a harsh, biting sound. The audacity must be genetic.

"Okay, now I know you're there. Stop being a dick."

He should hang the fuck up, now that he knows who it is. Hang up, block the number, forget all about that bitch and the sister. It's probably the smartest thing to do, all told.

Except. Except she fuckin' owes him, and Rio hasn't gotten to the top by letting debts go unanswered.

"What?" He asks, giving the t an edge sharp enough to cut.

There's a pause. "What like you didn't hear me, or what like what do I want?"

Rio adjusts a potted bromeliad's alignment on the corner of his desk, running a finger along the edge of one of the tall, spikey leaves. Mick had dropped it on his desk one day with no fanfare, only snide commentary about Rio needing to take a vacation, and maybe this'll get him thinkin' 'bout it.

The annoying part is, it's not like the disrespectful fucker's wrong. Rio knows damn well he's let himself get far too twisted up in Elizabeth's bullshit. Offerin' to deal with her problems, lettin' her get away with all kinds of amateur hour bullshit like bringing her fuckin' kids on drops. He never should've let her strong-arm him into cuttin' her in. It's not like she's the first person to try, should've dealt with her like he would anyone else, string her up and don't give her the option to not tell him where his shit is.

Hell, further back than that, he never should've followed her into that motherfuckin' bathroom. Should've kept it business, should've never found out how soft those miles of pale skin really are, how far that delicate pink flush can spread, how unexpectedly dark and rich she tastes.

Disgusted with himself, he shoves up out of his chair, pacing around the tiny, concrete floors of the control room currently serving as his office in long, loping strides.

He should take a week. Tie things up, take Marcus to Disneyland, or some shit. Get some fuckin' distance. Perspective.

"Hello?"

Now the sister sounds like she's getting annoyed, and Rio's really gotta do somethin' about the two of them runnin' 'round actin' like he's someone they can get away with not takin' seriously. Like he's some sort of pet. Defanged. Declawed. Fuckin' neutered.

"Get to the point."

"I mean, I kind of did in the message."

Rio can hear some kind of groan or somethin' from the background. Probably the friend. She was the only one of the three of them who ever seemed to really get what kind of waters they were swimming in. How deep they were and what kind of monsters lurked beneath the surface.

"Yeah, that ain't really how we do things."

"I know, I...look—" He has to yank the phone away from his ear when she sighs, loud as shit, right into it. "Something...I mean, um. I know Beth quit, but, uh…"

He tunes her out, the way she's going, she'll be stutterin' her way around to her point about a half an hour from now.

She wants a fuckin' favor, a hookup. They always do. Not just these bitches but everyone. Once you're at the top, all people want is a piece; it's only a matter of whether or not they're gonna beg for it or try to take it. Every now and then, they try to earn it.

It’s one of the things he'd liked best about Elizabeth from the jump. Yeah, sure, she was arrogant as shit, struttin' 'round in those heels like she understood the rules the world played by. Like she could twist anything and everything' round her pretty little fingers and get away with whatever the fuck she wanted as long as she batted those big, blue eyes just right.

But she was willin' to work for it. She might’ve expected to be awarded a piece just because she worked hard and that was the fair exchange for her effort. And isn’t that a trip? The idea of livin’ in a world where fair meant somethin’. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna get down in the dirt and scrap for it.

Her problem is—well, one of 'em, he doesn't even have enough warehouses to house 'em all—she looked out at her tidy little garden and thought that was the dirt. She didn't want to accept there's a whole other subterranean playing field underneath all of that.

He'd seen it though, the thing with teeth and claws she had locked up inside her. It'd come out in flashes and splinters, peaking through the bars of the cage she kept it in, eyes flashing, tail lashing, and he couldn't help it, the urge to see what would happen if he pulled its tail. Let it loose.

Rio stops pacing, coming to a halt in front of one of the huge paneled windows in the exterior wall of his office, leaning up against the edge and looking out. The panes are dingy, giving his view of the Michigan winter sky a bleak, barren cast. Not that it needed any more of one. This warehouse sits on the edge of a train yard, the miles of rust and concrete below reaching out towards the horizon. All grey and dirty red, broken up by the occasional patch of strangled grass or vibrant streaks of neon tags left behind to defiantly mark the artists’ passing.

"...I guess what I'm saying is, you know, you still have options in this, um, market. If you catch my drift. I'm hoping that we can figure a way to continue this mutually beneficial arrangement…"

The sister's still going, so he ticks through his options.

He'd have preferred Elizabeth came crawling back all on her own. That'd be ideal. He hadn't decided yet if he'd initially shut her out, make her work for reentry, and then make her pay, or go straight to the main event. It would've depended on the circumstances, what was most advantageous at the time. All good plans are flexible. He’s learned the hard way to always take contingencies into account.

She would've, though. Come crawling back. It was only a matter of time. She's had a taste now, she'd let herself go just enough, she wasn’t gonna be able to pack herself back away in that soul-sucking suburban box of a house, of a life. Not for long.

Beyond that, there was the money. She might've thought she had enough, but four kids, three mortgages, and a moron with a talent for squandering every last thing he's given? That's a lot of financial upkeep.

'Sides, even if she thought she was in the black, he was still keepin' tabs on all of them—it wasn't even personal, just good business, they were too new, too green, too unpredictable to go without the extra surveillance—and he knew that wasn’t the case across the board. Elizabeth might've been in an okay spot for now, but the sister and the friend sure as shit were not, and if there's one way to get Elizabeth to jump, it's come through her people.

And on the off chance that all of that failed to come to fruition—always a possibility, she's stubborn as shit and not above gettin' into some kind of dumbass, fucked up mess to keep from backin' down—he's got his little landfill insurance policy tucked away on ice if he ever needs to really force her hand.

"So, what do you say?" The sister‘s finally run out of steam.

Rio runs his tongue along the inside of his lower lip and tucks it in his cheek.

Now that he’s really thinkin’ about it, this might actually be a better option than any of the ones already on the table. There's no way the sister and the friend are gonna pull some shit all the way off, not on their own. He knows how to read a room, it’s been the thing that’s kept him alive more than once, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt, the two of them aren’t half as effective on their own. They don't have Elizabeth's steely determination, her gift for spinning bullshit into gold. Not only that but there’s too much friction there. They need Elizabeth to grease their wheels. He can toss 'em some piddly shit that don't matter and let 'em get tangled up. Give 'em enough rope and all of that.

And hey, it's not like he came after her—them. If anything, he's tryin' to help. He’s givin’ them the same opportunity to earn some money, build their own side hustle. He's practically the good guy here.

The thought makes him laugh, this time like it's actually funny.

"Okay, well, thanks for that. You know, you don't have to be rude. I just thought—"

"Park. 2 pm."

"What? Oh! Seriously? Okay, great. Wow, that is...phew. That is a load off, you don't even kno—"

Rio cuts her off, locking his phone and tucking it back in his pocket, then tapping his fist against the window.

Three seagulls are down in the warehouse parking lot fighting over scraps of something. Even all the way up here, he can hear 'em cawing, screamin', tearin' into each other for the same piece of the pie. After a minute, one of ‘em rips whatever it is away from the other two, swallows it and takes off. The others follow a beat behind, and he watches the three of ‘em fly directly overhead until the building obscure his view.

Either Elizabeth'll come to him, or this will give him a new string to tug, somethin' he can use to yank her right back under his thumb. He'll get her right back where he wants her and then he'll— He'll—

Well. He'll just have to see.

#nbc good girls #good girls nbc #beth x rio #brio #brio fic #(kind of anyway)#my fic #wheeeeee i can still do a prompt fill!!!!#apparently the trick is to do them when i'm supposed to be working on something else #anyway back to dean pov #hope this somewhat scratches the itch?#confession i haven't watched 210 in actual ages so i have no idea how canonically accurate this is but i did my best #gg 2x10

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juuuuunaaaaaooooo · 1 year

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"God, it was really- But it was almost…FUN." THE WAY I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSS <3 (If only Rio can hear that <3)

#gg rewatch 2022 #gg rewatch #ggrewatch #ggrewatch2022 #2x10 #nbc good girls #gg #good girls nbc

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 1 year

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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x10

OMG every episodes became more and more nonsense. In a way, I’m very glad that the show is cancelled, at least it couldn’t be worse at this point.

Finally, Audrey looks for the first time great (cloths, make-up and hair) in Rome at the end of the episode.

The only thing I will miss is Audrey, Aki and Max (apparently they were supposed to be end game...)

And good for Luna!

ps: Where is Monet? Wendy?

ps 2: Who is Andy Cohen? So now Eric is married? Who is SJ?

Some good quotes:

- “But don’t blame me... for that unsteady sensation below your feet. That my dear followers is the feeling of regret. Maybe it was that wrong thing you did for the right reason, but now somehow just feels even more wrong. Or maybe it’s something even worse than regret... Remorse. Remorse for the things we didn’t know we did until it was too late.” (GG)

- “Outing Gossip Girl is a job I need done correctly. I can’t risk your imprecise hands ruining it like they do everything else you touch.” (Camille de Haan)

- “People have tried to expose us before and we managed to get out clean. (Kate) - Sure if your definition includes blackmail, bounties, and you getting literally black-bagged. (Jordan) - Exactly. If we survived Georgina Sparks. We can survive anything.” (Kate)

- “Look, we get you’re upset, but blocking us like bots? Really? (Audrey) - Whoa. Whoa. You hurt me. Therefore, I get to respond however I see fit. The block was to buy myself some space and time to think things through.” (Max)

- “You did it. You made them better. Better terrorists. (Jordan) - This is so disappointing.” (Kate)

- “GG thinks she’s unstoppable. That level of pride can only mean one thing. If you damage it, she’ll react. So what does an egotist hate more than anything? (Julien) - Someone taking the mic and doing it better?” (Monet)

- “Because of all the allegedly regrettable things that I’ve done in my life, cheating on you two was the first time that I felt true regret. Look, I miss you both terribly. (Max) - You may not feel that way after you read the next post.” (Audrey)

- “Did you seriously just do that? (Luna) - Do what? (Julien) - Once again you’re so self-obsessed you can’t see anyone outside yourself.” (Luna)

- “So if it’s over and it is over. It’s over for all three of us, right? (Max) - No, we... (Audrey) - All for all or none for none. (Max) - We... (Audrey) - We... (Aki) - ...don’t wanna be done. (Audrey) - Which “we”? Us three or your two? What an absolute...fool I am, an absolute fucking fool. I loved you. You know that, right? Fuck you, both of you.” (Max)

- “Time to find what makes the city special to me, you know? (Zoya) - Does that include finding a special someone? (Julien) - You all have your great loves. Maybe it’s time I find mine. (Zoya) - Well, seeing that we just became friends. I’d say let’s take it one miracle at a time.” (Audrey)

- “I am that someone. (Julien) - Well, lucky for you two, my dad feels so guilty he wants to buy back my love.” (Audrey)

- “Yeah and models are a dime a dozen anyway. (Aki) - You wanna grill me? Let’s see if you can take the same heat. Have you heard from him? Has anyone? (Julien) - Well. What’s to hear? We hurt him and he hates us, so...” (Aki)

- “I want you to really think about it. I want to know it’s the truth. (Julien) - Once you know there’s no going back. And you may not like it.” (Julien’s aunt)

#quote #quotation #citation #quotes #gg reboot #gg reboot 2x10 #gossip girl reboot 2x10 #gossip girl reboot quotes #audrey x aki x max #gossip girl reboot 2x10 review #gossip girl reboot review #hbo gg #hbo gg 2

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