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- ̗̀ @sodaniels  ̖́-

“Hey Daniels —” Ellie smiled when she saw the brunette up the road, quickly catching up with her and falling into step with her. She hadn’t seen her since Christmas when she helped her through her dad’s scavenger hunt thing. “How’re you doing? Haven’t seen you in a while...” She wondered if she had been at the event at the lake on Valentine’s Day, but she couldn’t recall seeing her there, which she hoped meant her home hadn’t been hit during all the break-ins.

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- ̗̀ @jademeade  ̖́-

“What the hell is going on up there?” Ellie frowned, looking ahead towards a crowd of people, a couple of police officers in between. “Do you think it’s got something to do with all the burglaries?” She asked, recognising the blonde from the Valentine’s event at the lake, though she couldn’t remember what her name was.

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alison-harper:

“I know it sucks but at least your dog was okay,” Allie said as she took a sip of the sweet beverage. She was definitely going to have a sugar high from this drink. But in the grand scheme of things, Ellie was lucky that they didn’t do something worse to her dog. “I mean, at least they aren’t ruthless robbers, you know? Is your dog okay now or do you need to still watch him? I know that my dog would be miserable and not want to leave my side if the same thing happened to my home.”

“Yeah, I keep focusing on that part, even if I’m still so pissed,” Ellie said. It didn’t take much to anger her these days unfortunately, and that was probably why she couldn’t get over the burglaries, even if she found it easy enough to part with the few things that had been taken. “That’s true. I mean, you hear about people killing off the dogs, so this is... this is obviously good yeah, I just feel bad for him. He’s okay, doing better at least, but he’s on guard all the time now. I’m glad your home wasn’t hit though...”

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mason-janes:

                    “Yeah,” He replied, his tone full of abashed acknowledgment, “I’m a little big,” The male added, this time tagged with a laugh, “Planes give me trouble, and I gotta be careful about the kind of jeans I buy,” Mason looked over at her then, pausing for a beat, a boyish smile on his lips, “… Or I might be walkin’ around in high waters,” He jested, a slight laugh, heavy in exhale leaving his parted lips, pulled back to expose a line of ivories, “But y’know, I think the chicks dig ‘The Green Giant’ look, so, I mean–– it’s worth the caution,” The boy jested once more, one hand in his pocket, the other out, motioning as he spoke. With the hint towards what happened the night of the fourteenth, he shrugged, “No. Thankfully I wasn’t,” He replied, "I’ve felt a little bit out of the loop in regards to it all, honestly. They didn’t hit my neighborhood, and I wasn’t even in town when everything went down. 

“Yeah, that’s an understatement,” she said with a light chuckle. Compared to her, Mason was basically a giant — but it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. “Don’t worry, I think you’re okay no matter what kind of jeans you buy, especially since I feel like... showing some ankle is in, or whatever.” She didn’t care about trends, but it was hard to miss some of them when suddenly everyone in New York ran around in ankle jeans with colourful socks to show off. “Yeah, definitely worth it,” she jested along with him and laughed lightly, rearranging the strap of her bag a little, mostly for something to do with her hands. “Ah, yeah, I heard that. They’re being absolute fucking morons though, naming people of interest in the news? I don’t know what that shit’s about, but you must be on edge, right?”

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jasxncash:

                 Jason Cash had sported a lot of monikers over the years, but Sugar Baby had never been one of them— until now. Who knew luxury could come from a pretty face and the dick of a champion, using both tools to screw an older woman so hot, so rich, so libidinous. They had started their ‘appointments’ a month proceeding his arrival, and he now made his trip to Kingsgate once or twice a week for classic romancing ever since. It was the perfect set up; she got the company of a handsome young man that made her feel wanted, and he got luxury in its purest form. And, not to mention, she had a daughter who absolutely loathed him. It was always more fun when you could antagonize another, too. 

                  The woman went out to run some errands and left Jason to his own devices inside her sheer mansion, and the man made sure to take her words to heart and make himself at home. Swathed in a dark silk robe, surely left behind by her husband before him, he lounged around in her savoir bed and made use of the bottle of Veuve they had opened last night in the form of a mimosa. He was flipping through her extensive HBO catalogue when he heard footsteps that did not sound like the heels she had left in, when a face, not quite her mother’s but equally, if not more beautiful, popped into the room and shot daggers of ire in his direction. He smirked. “–– Mimosa?” I hope your blood boils. 

The fucking nerve on this guy — this flippant, smug attitude that made it seem like maybe he actually did belong here, it drove Ellie mad. Not only was it disgusting how obvious this whole thing was, him and her mom. Her and older, wealthy woman with a glorious modelling career behind her, and him... some bum with charm for days and enough ambition to easily convince a lonely Kingsgate divorcee just hungering for some much needed attention in the light of her ex-husbands affair with a much younger woman, that he needed a warm body at night and that she was it. Probably provided he could dip his toe in this lifestyle. A sugar baby if anything, and Ellie was properly disgusted.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s my mom?” She asked, visibly trying to contain some of the anger that no doubt came alive under her skin. “Why’re you here — and why’re you wearing my dad’s robe? What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously, don’t you have something better to do than fuck an old woman? Don’t you have a bit more dignity than whore yourself out like you’re a 21 year old valley girl trying to make her way through college with the right accessories?”

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benxscott:

“I don’t even… —I don’t even like thinking about it, to be honest,” Ben answered. “Forget all the thievery, you don’t treat animals that way. You just don’t.” He nodded when she agreed with what he was saying, knowing there was no point to it, that he was becoming tired of going over it again and again with different people. If anything he wanted to forget about the whole thing as soon as he possibly could. “The lake? Yeah yeah, I think you could say I had fun,” he answered with a light chuckle. “It was a goof night for the most part. Did you?”

“No. It’s fucked up — I don’t know what kind of people can get themselves to do that, but it’s fucking horrendous.” She shook her head in disgust, clearly agreeing with everything Ben was saying. It was nice to kind of vent and get it off her chest this way. If there was anything good to be said about the whole thing though, it was that people at least seemed to have had fun at the lake. “That’s good. I had a pretty good time too honestly, which just seems bittersweet now of course, but you know.”

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sloanelevitt:

“Are you good with just walking?” After all, Sloane would always pick whatever option that kept her out of her own house longer. Lisa and Frank have been frantic, re-ordering all things that were taken, making them even more neurotic and unbearable to be around. Besides, the walk wouldn’t be too bad— the weather had calmed down a bit, and it was a trail that the brunette was most familiar with. “Yeah, it was,” She replied, shrugging. “Nothing important of mine got taken, though, it was mainly the living room.” She’d gotten a stupid rose, and she knew that it was sketchy from the start, hence why she never had any intentions of actually going. “I’ve been okay, it’s school and work,” Sloane smiled at the blonde, “Days go by pretty quick when you have a full schedule. What about you?”

“Yeah, of course, that’s fine...” She smiled and nodded her head. She didn’t mind walking at all — it was pretty much all she did these days anyway. Since reporters had lost interest in her parents’ ongoing divorce, it became easier to navigate around town without someone popping up to take her picture and ask her annoying questions, which she now took full advantage of. “That’s always something. It’s the same with me honestly, just a lot of crap was taken that I can replace, I guess, nothing too valuable.” She shrugged it off and kept walking, listening as Sloane spoke. “And how’s that going? I don’t... remember what you’re studying, sorry — my memory is shit,” she admitted. “Eh, you have a good point, time definitely moves faster when you have stuff to do, which is probably why I feel like I’m permanently bored.”

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Text; ellie → elijah

Elijah: Offer still stands.

Elijah: We're fine. I mean, targets on everyone's backs in North End right now, but we're fine.

Ellie: Yeah, saw your name in the news. It's fucked up! Idk what the hell the police are thinking will come out of this? Other than a riot or some shit.

Ellie: Hope you're ok.

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365 Days of Elizabeth Olsen 32/365 | Modern Luxury (Sept 2017)

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mason-janes:

                    He hadn’t expected to hear his name. Maybe. Everyone did seem to run in a tight circle; visit and dwell in the same places in the relatively small town. Brows lifted in reaction, head turning to give way to a proper examination of the woman he’d teetered into, a smile looming upon his expression, “Yeah,” He responded, the faintly induced bashfulness of her pinpointing making way into his low voice, “–– That’s me,” He nodded, smile parting, making way for a faint laugh, “Ellie with the pup, right?” The male returned, glancing around before his eyes made way, down to her features, “You doin’ well?”

“Yeah... I thought that was you. You’re hard to miss,” she said and motioned towards his height with a sway of and outreached pointer finger. “Yes, Ellie with the pup — that’s what they call me,” she jested, her lips curling into a wide grin. “I’m doing just fine yeah. What about you? Hopefully you weren’t hit during the whole Valentine’s Day.... thing.” She sighed just thinking about it. She didn’t really care that much about the things she had stolen, but she was still angry that someone had gone into her home and trashed it while her dog was there, scaring the shit out of the poor thing.

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thenameis-kev:

“PR stunt, most likely,” Kevin shrugged, “but hey, I’m the one who’s winning with two free cupcakes when they’re usually too expensive for life in general,” he added, dancing on his seat with joy as he finally bit into the cupcake. “Are you sure? I’m trying to watch my figure for the summer. Wouldn’t mind sharing, really.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely one of the good PR stunts if anything.” She smiled a little, her shoulders heaving in a shrug. “It’s honestly kind of crazy how expensive cupcakes are today. I know they can do all kinds of insane flavour combos now, and decorate them like they’re for The Louvre, but still... they’re not cheap.” It was a fact she hadn’t learned until she was forced to quit the ballet. Before that, eating a cupcake was pretty much the same as one of the seven deathly sins. At least now she could eat whatever she wanted. “Well, when you offer twice... I might have to say yes. Though I should point out your figure is great, and you have nothing to worry about.”

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casey-mitchell:

He was far too deep in thought, eyes trained on the way his feet moved in concert to a left-right-left-right rhythm as he pondered over a decision that kept him awake all of last night, only earning him about an hour or two of sleep in the morning. With his attention anywhere but in his surroundings, he was naturally surprised to have his attention called by the blonde and gradually allowed his feet to arrive at a full stop, stepping a bit to the side. “Miss Ellie,” he greeted, concern etched into the tight press of his lips that was probably meant to be passed off as a smile but failed partway. He almost asked if there was something wrong, and given recent events, he wouldn’t have been surprised if something was the matter, but it turned out she’d only meant for a cordial chat. Expression softening into that of relief, glad that she wasn’t in trouble, he allowed the muscles in his body to follow suit as it relaxed into a more comfortable stance. She continued to speak, and he was surprised that she came bearing a gift when they were celebrating neither Christmas nor his birthday.

He reached forward to accept the small bag, reluctantly bringing his hand back towards him so he could examine its contents. Now laid out on his palm, he wasn’t sure what to make of the toys until Ellie had further explained herself. Wordlessly still, he brought his other hand up to take one of the keychains between his fingers and gave them a little squeeze. Slowly, the corners of his mouth upturned into a delicate smile as he found amusement in the soft rubbery feel of the item as well as the cartoon soybeans it came with. “This is really funny,” he said, finally. “Thank you, Miss Ellie. I don’t get stuff like this often.” He nodded. He continued to squeeze the small toy, thoroughly entertained by the way the small bean protruding from its pod. “Where were you going?”

Ellie sensed the tension and worry almost immediately, but didn’t realise it was because he thought something was the matter until she propelled into a bit of an explanation, making it clear she had seen him and decided to say hi on a whim. She doubted there would ever come a day where she saw him somewhere on the street and then didn’t stop to say hi to him — from her side of things it was obvious that she liked him and enjoyed talking to him. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but ever since that day where she had let out her frustrations during her Christmas scavenger hunt thing, and he had described the feeling so well, she truly felt like he could relate to all the crazy things going on inside her from time to time. At least some of them, and that was more than enough, because half the time she didn’t know what it was herself. 

She watched him as he accepted the small pack into his hand, emptying it into his palm so the three beans kind of just... laid there. She could tell her was skeptical, and she honestly couldn’t blame him, but once he understood what they were and picked one up to give it a try, she found herself really hoping he would like it. She held her breath and didn’t let it out again until a smile tugged at his lips, her face lighting up and her lips curving. “Right? I thought so too. And I love the little faces...” She smiled when he thanked her, her head shaking a little. “Don’t worry about it. You got me that Tangle Toy, after all — this is the least I could do.” When he asked where she was going, she pointed in the direction he had been headed too. “I was on my way home. What about you?”

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benxscott:

“I can relate to that. My dog was there, too, when it happened — the really kind folks who did it, thought locking him in a cupboard was the way forward, which was nice of them,” Ben responded with a shake of his head. “At least it was only that, I guess. Must have been making too much noise.” Since leaving Brooklyn, Ben didn’t have much he cared about at all, to be honest. “I’m trying not to let it bother me, it’s not worth it. You let it bother you and they win, right?”

“Yeah, they did that to Buddy too. He was so scared when I got back... which I don’t blame him for. It’s just so fucked up, I still can’t believe it.” She sighed, telling herself not to get too worked up over it again. There was no use after all — she couldn’t change anything. She couldn’t undo going to the thing, nor was she very confident she could’ve done anything to avoid getting shoved in a closet herself if she’d been there. “I heard a lot of other people’s dogs got out though, and like... ran into traffic, or ran away. That’s worse. I think.” She wasn’t sure. Maybe if Buddy had run away, he would’ve been having the time of his life in the park or something, not trying to break out a cupboard, all stressed out. “Yeah, good point. It’s not like we can turn back time and prevent it. Unfortunately... did you at least have fun at the lake though?”

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rafedelgado:

+ It’s been longer than a year, but the ache in his heart is still as raw as it was when he first received the news. Talking about his mother still proves to be something that doesn’t quite come as naturally to him as it should. The way she can only exist through the past tense; how her absence feels a little less when hearing about how she’s touched the lives of many. Ellie’s one of them. He’s known this from the moment she started speaking highly of the youngest Featherstone girl, and he’s glad their relationship continued despite his own with Ellie coming to a painful end. Though his mother had always urged him to make amends with her, he failed to do so in her lifetime, which may explain his current efforts  Normally he’d escape at this kind of turn of conversion, but he stays in his seat, they both do, as if his mother’s warm hands are on their shoulders, reassuring them. There’s a pause that follows after her words. His mouth opens to speak, but all that needs to be said has already been spoken as their eyes met once again. It’s fine, I’m glad you came, she would’ve wanted you there – all with a kind of softness in his eyes that can only stem from unresolved sorrow. He offers a slow and small nod of sorts, a tight-lipped smile and hopes that they could be done with that. 

“I, uh– I heard ‘bout your knee… your parents, too–” He breaks into a small, breathy chuckle. “This is a bit weird, isn’t it? Just… sayin’ sorry to each other ‘bout all the shit we’ve gone through?”

Despite being strangers now more than the opposite, there will always be a part of Ellie that knows Rafe, and can never un-know him. All the signs that he’s not comfortable talking about this were almost too easy for her to pick up on, and though she hasn’t known this version of him — the motherless one — she has never questioned his love for his mother, and she can’t imagine this being easy in any scenario whatsoever. Whether it was because she’s terrible at these kinds of conversations too, or if it’s just his discomfort migrating to her, the guilt was palpable on her tongue every time she as much as thought about saying more about his mom. What was there to say though? Ellie could almost hear Carmen answer that question for her, probably urging her to speak — to tell Rafe everything that was on her mind right now, but imagining it wasn’t the same as having her here, and instead she looked at her son and caught what he couldn’t say, her own lips mirroring the tight-lipped smile on his lips before she nodded and leaned back a little, marking an end to a conversation he probably couldn’t bear, and that she couldn’t bear forcing on him.

“Ah, yeah... my knee.” She spoke it like it was some sort of heinous creature, which sometimes it felt like to her now — a dream killer more than anything. “It is what it is...” Sadly enough, Rafe could probably relate to that all too easily. How cruel it was when your own body fought against you like this. The sound of his chuckle made her smile for a second, like hearing an old song you once loved so much for the first time in years — it was surprisingly painless. “It’s very weird. Maybe, um... we can just skip that part and agree that... it all sucks?” She laughed a little, unsure what else to do at this point.

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aliyah--j:

“Yeah that happened,” Aliyah nodded as she thought back on the fucked up documentary that she’d watched awhile back. “He had like these cages sat up in his back yard and would often go to play with the tigers and lions and then of course he would get bit. The dude was a middle aged man in crisis - his wife was like twenty years younger than him it was so cliche. But poor animals though… I fully expect to see that story back on the news when he dies from getting mauled.”

“What the fuck, that’s so fucked up? Who the fuck does that? And how? Like... why hasn’t someone stopped him? I mean, okay, he got away with buying one tiger — that’s one thing, but twenty? That’s fucking insane. God, I hate people...” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. The majority of the human race really was so incredibly stupid. It worried her for all future generations. “Yeah, if he’s not dead already, it’s probably bound to happen soon.”

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Elijah: I thought I saw some people walking about Haverford, but I just figured they were drunk idiots who'd broken away from the party.

Elijah: It's not much, but if you ever need anything from me or Annie just let us know.

Ellie: That would've been very plausible. I don't blame you for thinking that. There were A LOT of drunk idiots roaming about after all.

Ellie: Thanks, I appreciate it. It's okay though.

Ellie: How're you and Annie by the way?