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wowsean:

“I have to say it sort of looks a little painful. Not that you don’t look gorgeous but… any way I could help at all? I can’t say I know too much about fixing things like this other than just washing everything out but I feel like that wouldn’t do well for your makeup.”

“Oh, thank you....” Ellie flushed just slightly at the compliment, shy as ever, but she shook her head. “No... don’t worry about it, I’m sure I’ll get it in a moment....”  She dabbed at her eye with her pinky a couple more times before finally looking up at him and blinking. “I think I got it?”

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celestehcrt:

              &     dark, puffy eyes searched the bar for an open seat hoping to enjoy a drink on her only night off in the next two weeks. still dressed head to two in a pair of scrubs from the hospital she appeared tired and worn out as the day came to a close. her only solace was the idea that having one drink would cure her ever present tiredness. a couple left the bar and two stools opened up, her tired legs carried her over towards it slowly, plopping down and rubbing her eyes. the amount of the people in the bar seemed overcapacity and celeste couldn’t help but brush arms with the person beside her as she removed her sweater. “sorry, that wasn’t an invitation for conversation, i’m just removing my sweater” her arms curled up in front of her and a sigh of relief exited her lips.

honestly, eleanor wasn’t the type to hang around in bars frequently. she wasn’t much of a drinker, and when she did drink, she was a lightweight. however, she sometimes had nights when she just didn’t want to be alone. it wasn’t that she wanted to talk to anyone, necessarily. she had just started to hate the feeling of sitting in an empty house, with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. it was loneliness, she supposed-- she'd been in ashbourne for a year now, and she had friends. she just didn’t have anybody that she was close to. still, she didn’t really need conversation. she just wanted to be around other people.

ellie was lost in her thoughts, mostly ignoring the rum and coke that was sitting in front of her. the slight jostling from the other woman jolted her back to reality, and she looked over quickly, giving a slightly awkward smile as the woman made it clear that she didn’t want to talk. “oh, that’s okay. i won’t harass you with my bad conversation skills.”

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hi !! my laptop just died so i’m on a borrowed one until i can go to the apple store– but i’m logan, i’m 20, and i’m stoked to be here. this is gonna be a lil bio post for eleanor. lms to plot and all that jazz xx

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hannabananana:

“Okay, I apologise for taking up so much space. You can sit beside me if you want.”

“Oh no, don’t apologize-- it’s not a problem!” Ellie sat down next to the other girl, giving her a small smile. “How’ve you been, Hanna?”

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MOODBOARD;; eleanor.

she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough. she was nothing but love. she was nothing but love.

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ramisolo:

“That’s a problem worth having, darling,” Rami commented, watching her attempts. He knew he should help, but… ugh. She continued to struggle until he was finally standing up and shooing her hand away, leaning down. “Down freak out, I’m not gonna poke your eye out. I’ve dealt with helping girls get… stuff out of their eyes for many years now, I’m practically a professional.” Spotting the glitter, with a quick touch it was gone, and he tilted his head to the side. “Better?”

Ellie forced herself to stay still when Rami moved his finger toward her eye, blinking rapidly at him once he pulled away. “Stuff, huh?” She huffed, smiling a little. The glitter was definitely gone, and she nodded at his question, looking up at him. “Definitely better. Thank you.”

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gdibash:

“…It’s Monday?” Bash, who had been dead sure that it was Sunday until this moment, had to take a moment to let that sink in before he continued: “Well, shit, either way, I don’t know your life, E. If you want to go to a night club on Monday I’m not gonna say shit, I’m not your dad.”

“Yes... it’s definitely Monday. Good lord. You really worry me sometimes.” Ellie giggled, even though she was genuinely a little concerned. Bash seemed to be very... stagnant. “Honestly, I don’t really do nightclubs-- especially not on school nights.”

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gdibash:

“Oh, jeez, right. Children.” It was hard to say how much of the disgust in Bash’s voice was in jest, but he quickly changed directions with his reaction, snickering under his breath. “I assumed you went to, like, a night club or something. I should’ve known better.”

“Be nice,” Ellie said mildly, unbothered and mostly teasing. “You were a kid once, too. Also-- a night club? Really? It’s Monday.”

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gdibash:

“Jesus, what? Where did you manage to run into glitter, night owl?” Bash frowned, sliding in a little too close to Eleanor to see if he could get a glimpse of the offending glitter, with no success. “Was there a party I forgot to crash?”

Ellie laughed, comfortable enough with Bash by this point that she was only a little awkward when he moved closer. “I’m a preschool teacher, Bash.” She gave a wincing smile, shrugging. “I come in contact with glitter on a semi-regular basis. Perils of the job, you know.”

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Eleanor winced, her whole face screwing up a little with discomfort as she used her pinky to delicately poke at the corner of her eye. “Ugh, I’m sorry, I know I look weird. I just-- I don’t wanna mess up my makeup? But I’m pretty sure there’s glitter in my eye.”

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hi !! my laptop just died so i’m on a borrowed one until i can go to the apple store-- but i’m logan, i’m 20, and i’m stoked to be here. this is gonna be a lil bio post for eleanor. lms to plot and all that jazz xx

is that leigh anne pinnock? wait, that’s just eleanor seck, the twenty-one years old female who’s a preschool teacher, and has lived in ashbourne for one year! i heard she is empathetic and selfless, but weak-willed and fragile. that’s probably why they’re called the baby doll of the town. [logan, she/her, 20, est.]

eleanor was born in london and is one of six children. her parents are very in love, but neither of them went to university, and they were always a little short on money.

growing up, ellie was always a happy girl. she was a little shy, but friendly, optimistic, and carefree. 

(trigger warning: abuse) when ellie was eighteen, she met a boy called thomas. he made her feel special, and before long, they started dating. ellie was young and inexperienced, and thomas was her first everything. she truly believed that she loved him. however, he was controlling and overly jealous. she didn’t even notice the signs of emotional abuse-- and then, less than a year into their relationship, he became physically abusive, too.

ellie has never been very strong-willed, and she doesn’t have a lot of limits with the people she cares about. she would fiercely defend her friends and family, but she wasn’t good at defending herself. she dealt with the abuse for over a year.

after a particularly bad beating, ellie had to go to hospital. it was sort of a rude awakening for her, and while she’d never had much courage or determination, she knew she had to get out. unfortunately, she also knew that thomas wouldn’t ever let her go if he had anything to say about it, and he would do his best to follow her wherever she went. she finally told her best friend and her family what had been happening her, and together, they were able to send her to america on a student visa. with the credits she already had from university in england, she was quickly able to get an associates degree in early childhood education, and she began working as a preschool teacher in ashbourne within a few months.

now, ellie has been in ashbourne for a year. she keeps herself off of social media just to be safe-- even though thomas coming all the way to the united states is unlikely, she can’t help but be afraid of the possibility. despite everything, she’s still a very friendly and optimistic person overall. she’s just much more cautious now. she struggles with ptsd, has very few people whom she’s actually close to, and keeps her personal issues private, staying purposely vague about what led her to leave england. still, she’s a friendly face to everyone who knows her, and she’s passionately dedicated to her job teaching preschoolers.

idk this got really long and serious but she’s just trying to live life and be happy tbh

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She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

Sappho (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)

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