VALENCIA BASS Twenty three years on the Upper EastSide. Living the life of a fashion designer at Waldorf Designs. ❝Some roses have steel thorns.❞ [roleplay blog | ]
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#I hate the big soundcloud ones#but this is my summer song#drinking cocktails by the pool#(; playlist)#so inevitably it's Val's jam too
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mararklein: following the leader #hiking#unposed #forreal #nofilter
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A pizza break before I attend another hoard of meetings. #busygirl #thankgodimnotmymother
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Most of the time I love being a working woman, but right now all I want is a beach to lie on and hot life guards to stare at.
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Adelaide Kane attends the Grand Opening Of Le Jardin on June 4, 2015 in Hollywood, California.
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#mimedit#Adelaide Kane#shelley hennig#dianna agron#nina dobrev#valencia's lady loves#(; porcelain heart)#(p: mia)#(p: catherine)#(p: olivia)
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“Well I did say that my Grandfather denied my mother her inheritance...should have been a giveaway. You’re speaking of things that you know nothing about! Before last year I couldn’t claim to have any sort of relationship with my dad and I got over that, then he came flooding back into my life and for the first time I felt like I had a parent to look out for me. So excuse me if I enjoyed having a father that cared...because he did Jack, he did. I spent a lot of time with him and it was wonderful. I am so tired of this investigation, your constant betrayals and anyone bringing up his death...I don’t know what happened on the roof and I don’t want to...I don’t want to be involved. I am a part of this family, fucked up as it is and so are you because we can’t choose our family, but I choose not to be a part of Bass Industries. I make my own money, my own legacy...you should try it. But don’t degrade my relationship with him just because you don’t understand that Bart Bass could actually love somebody. I am fucking owned by nobody, I’ve made sure of that! However, the question remains, who owns you?”
“I can hardly be blamed for thinking we were discussing our mutual grandfather in a conversation about Basses. You know nothing of my relationship with my uncle, absolutely nothing, and I am so goddamn sick of you and Charles acting like you’re the only ones ‘entitled’ to his legacy. Fuck’s sake, he hardly knew you most of your life. Let’s stop lying to each other, Chuck was the one he cared about—not loved, that man did not have the capability to love, but he was damn invested in his real child. Not you, not me, no matter what he gave us, and you’re delusional if you think he’d be proud of anything you do. Besides, he’s fucking dead. He’s gone. Who fucking cares what Bart thinks? You’re still under his thumb, even after… incredible, truly. I take it all back. I’m his favourite. No blood shared between us, not really, so I couldn never disappoint yhim like you did, or like Chuck did, and I was never under his spell, taking what he gave me or not. He never owned me. If we’re going to speculate on a dead fuckwit like your father, my uncle, then I think he liked me far better than any of you. God, that’s the most pathetic, hypocritical shit I’ve ever heard. You deserve this, you know that? The misery of luxury, you deserve it.”
#(; jack bass)#(; interaction)#haha noted#she's furious and ill..not a good combo#and yes...knew catchphrase for them#two flying basses
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“It’s true, Blair is quite the work horse and certainly knows how to delegate.” Valencia cocked an eyebrow, head tilting. “I’m clearly more superficial than you, I’m all about the physical attraction and it’s been at least a month since I hooked up with some hot guy from a club,” she winked, licking her lips slightly. Valencia pulled away from the hug, smiling slightly. “No, I just haven’t hugged you in a while, that’s all.” Truth be told, Valencia wasn’t a massive huger, except for those she truly trusted. She did not completely trust Mia, but she trusted the memories of their close bond and the hope of a steel linked friendship in the future. She would never let go of Mia, and that was what counted in the end. “I’ve been thinking a lot about my career lately, I think it’s time for me to move on. I have my fashion blog, which is doing trumendously well and I absolutely love designing clothes...it’s my dream. But I do love luxury interior design and it’s basically the same, just on a wall instead of a piece of fabric. They’re one and the same and I’m great at both.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Mia chuckled, appreciating that Val was still making an effort. “I guess Blair’s bossiness does bring out the best in people. She managed to get her former nemesis and you under one roof – that’s an accomplishment in itself.” she said jokingly. “At this point, I’m not even picky about the hair color. If I can hold a conversation for longer than five minutes, they’re good enough for me.” Mia was surprised when Val pulled her into a hug out of nowhere, but returned the embrace nonetheless. Her friend’s words were genuine and reassuring, and Mia pushed her previous worries away. They were best friends, and their loyalty for one another had been tested many times but here they were, still going strong. “You’re not trying to make me emotional, are you? Because it’s working.” Mia laughed, pulling away from the hug. “What about you, though? Have you thought about the next step in your career?”
#(; mia stevens)#(; interaction)#they are due an explosive fight of feelings and high emotions at some point
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“---And you are so dim! I am talking about Richard Wolfe, as in my maternal grandfather...idiot. Maybe Chuck is completely fucking up, I don’t really care anymore. I can’t live my life in the shadow of other’s failures, I am my own person. Bass Industries has never been a priority in my life, Chuck knows it, dad knew it...when he came back, I spent time with my father and Chuck talked business. Bart Bass created a legacy, one that you’re not entitled to...I believe he’d be more proud of me if I made my own legacy. Be innovative not repetitive. Nobody has ruined me, Jack. But this family is no stranger to betrayal, so my guard is always up...unfortunately.”
“God, Val, how naïve are you? Chuck has it under control? Not even close. I earned my shares, no matter how meager they are, and I care about our family company, more than any of you, it would seem. Your grandfather is mine too mine, lest you forget. I don’t understand why you could be so casual about failure. He’s changed you, no matter what you say, Chuck has ruined you.”
#(; jack bass)#(; interaction)#Val is all...dude I'm ill and you're being a dick#i don't give two flying basses
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“--Really? Considering all that you’ve done, you should have no part in Bass Industries. I am sure than Chuck has it under control. And my Grandfather taught me a lot about money, left his fortune to me instead of his mother, I may have bought shares in Bass Industries...but I am not stupid enough to risk my fortune on any one thing. I’ll be safe, even if it were to all get fucked up...and then I can help Chuck. However, that is the worst case scenario and this is all just rumor.”
“There have been whispers in the financial world about a hostile foreign takeover, someone buying up the extra shares the second they’re available. Of course, Basses still hold a majority even if everything we don’t have gets bought, but the structure… Chuck hasn’t done a thing, fuck’s sake, we’re completely vulnerable. You could be left with nothing.”
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“--I don’t always feel the need to pull her hair,” Valencia replied, pressing her lips together briefly. "She probably is. Working with Blair has brought out the best in her.” It had been great for Valencia too, she’d thoroughly enjoyed working with Blair, designing constantly. But the more time passed, the more she felt like she needed to move on. “A dreamy brunette would be nice,” Valencia retaliated, her tone desirous. She then turned and pulled Mia into a hug, “I really am happy for you.”
“Fine, fine, I am done forcing you two to get along. From now on, I’ll spend time separately with both of you. And we don’t have to invite Jenny, she’s probably creating and designing as always, anyway.” Mia sighed, feeling somewhat guilty that she was always the one forcing Valencia into being friends with girls she didn’t really like much. Mia couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if she belonged in that category, too, and Val simply didn’t have the heart to be honest with Mia about it. “I just hope we’ll spot some guys worthy of our time tonight, I’m in need of some fun.”
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“What about the company?”
“You, actually. I heard something about the company I thought you deserved to know too.”
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“There’s a first time for everything. So why are you here?”
“Strangely enough, neither am I.”
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“Jack, I am not in the mood for games.”
“Well now I just don’t think I can tell you, not with that attitude. You should really learn to play better with others, my dear cousin.”
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“That wasn’t even me with my claws out, just a natural reaction to your presence. What do you want?”
“Ooh, a little early to get the claws out, isn’t it? You don’t even know what I want yet.”
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“I would, Jack, but regards from you is enough to make anyone miserable.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic, give that conductor my regards.”
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