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ellasfm · 4 years

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“ this place reads like some setting out one of our books —- ” madison says in way of greeting, one hand –fingers almost unusually devoid of any charcoal or paint stains– shading her eyes from the sun. she’d left her sunglasses in her room : pretty big mistake on her part. “ —- one of these days i swear i’m going to run into some secret dalliance in one of the beach coves. ”

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ella couldn’t help but agree, “beautiful beaches are... a pretty standard setting.” but of course, in the most robotic way possible. ella hadn’t brought a pair of sunglasses, since she was wearing her actual glasses, but had invested in a wide-brimmed hat. it was paying massive dividends. “sets the mood for, like, flings that turn into lifelong romances.” ella couldn’t help but snort, “i love how we both assume we’ll only come across a dalliance, not have one ourselves.”

#━━ ☾✧ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᶜᵒᶰᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ [ thread ft madison ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᶜᵒᶰᶜʳᵉᵗᵉ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ [ scene i ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ threads ]

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caseyellison‌

It was well past midnight, and almost everyone was back at the resort. Casey muted his phone, not really in the mood to sour the evening with other people’s squabbles that didn’t pertain to him. He’d had a few drinks by now, and had quite a pleasant buzz going on, but he wasn’t stumbling around drunk. He’d danced with a few strangers, and had a good time. Last calls were being made at the bar, but he wasn’t ready to turn in yet. Instead, he headed out towards the beach to seek a little quiet solitude to process some of the thoughts that slowly bubbled up through the evening’s drinks. Casey was a little homesick, but maybe the view from the beach would bring his heart back to New York. Finally, he made it to a spot down by the shore where he sat to watch the stars, wrapping his arms around his knees and listening to the quiet rushing of the waves.

@ten23starters

there was something really poetic about empty places, ella thought. maybe a little haunting, but in a beautiful way. so, whenever she couldn’t sleep, she liked to seek out the empty places. usually, it was just the roof of her apartment building, but now she had a whole beach to work with. it was just her, the sound of the sea, and a story that was slowly coming together in her mind. empty spaces, places that seem a little wrong... she’d been considering them a lot, lately. when she saw a familiar blond head sitting on the beach, her first instinct was to walk around him, pretend he didn’t exist. but... well, she was trying to be more outgoing, right? at least, that’s what her therapist told her to try. so, ella approached him, offering a small smile. “hey. do you want a little company?”

#━━ ☾✧ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃᶰ ᵃˡᵐᶤᵍʰᵗʸ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈ [ thread ft casey ]#━━ ☾✧ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃᶰ ᵃˡᵐᶤᵍʰᵗʸ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈ [ scene i ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ threads ]

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ellasfm · 4 years

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jvamadev‌

━━ “Quick question,” Julian began, looking around, “where’s the Pig Beach, and how do I get there?” The Bahamas started that, and Fire Island followed suit. He’s curious for two specific reasons: 1) the safety of the pigs and 2) he wouldn’t want to miss out on it. “Do you know?” // @ten23starters

“quick answer,” ella shot back, smirking to herself. “i don’t know, and i don’t know.” she looked back up at julian, smirk widening to a grin. “i thought there was only a pig beach in the bahamas, julian.” ella thought for a moment, considering, “where do they get the pigs, do you think? is it, like, a pig sanctuary? or a pig shelter? there’s no shelters for pigs, right?”

#━━ ☾✧ ˢʰᵉ ʰᶤᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶜᵒʳᶰᵉʳˢ [ thread ft julian ]#━━ ☾✧ ˢʰᵉ ʰᶤᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶜᵒʳᶰᵉʳˢ [ scene i ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ threads ]

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ellasfm · 4 years

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thcspians‌

* ─ open.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 toes buried deep in the golden sand amidst couples trailing the coastline hand-in-hand , the breaking waves providing a comforting roar as she struggles to inflate a pool float she purchased from a beachside vendor . holding her thumb over the opening , she brings her other hand up and beckons a familiar face over , gesturing to the slowly deflating float in her hand . ‘ sorry to bother you , do you mind helping ? ’

@ten23starters

ella was happy to spend her first day out of her room on the beach, with a nice thick novel in her hand and some spf 50 on her ridiculously pale skin. for real, if she didn’t have spf 50, she’d be a lobster by the end of the day. after reapplying, ella decided to take a little walk along the coastline, frowning as she approached caroline struggling on the ground. “uh, sure,” she allowed, lowering herself to the ground and putting her book out of range of the waves. “do you want me to blow it up? or...” this seemed like a one-person operation to her, “would, would you like me to be moral support?”

#━━ ☾✧ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᵛᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉᶰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ [ thread ft caroline ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᵛᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉᶰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ [ scene i ]#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ threads ]

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ellasfm · 4 years

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» • * — ( elle fanning , cis female , she/her ) . i think i hear wait a minute by willow coming from apartment 2611. doesn’t eloise miller live there ?? i heard they are a twenty-two year old author from wayzata, mn , but they’ve been living in the apartments for two months . they come across a bit - anxious and - pessimistic , but they also seem like they could be + intuitive and + patient . whenever i see them , i think of a silver heart-shaped locket, stacks and stacks of books, small acts of rebellion. oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at eloise.b.morris ! ooc . ally, 22, est, she/her .

hello y’all, back with my impulsively picked up second muse ! she’s actually an older muse i revamped to be a little less sad and i think i nailed it !!! details under the cut, like this post for me to hyu for plots !!!

full statistics | full biography | pinterest | wanted connections

tw panic attacks, psychological abuse, eating disorders,

statistics.

full name. eloise bethany morris. nickname(s). ella. occupation. author. age. twenty-two. date of birth. september 2nd, 1997. nationality. american. ethnicity. white | scottish, english, french. orientation. bisexual/sapphic, with a preference for women. gender & pronouns. cis female; she/her/hers. religion. agnostic.

height. 5’9”. weight. 125 lbs. eye color. green. hair color + style. flaxen blonde, relatively thin, usually up in a bun, braids, or pleats. dominant hand. right-handed. distinguishing features. deep-set eyes, willowy frame, pale skin.

biography.

ella’s upbringing was super... lonely, honestly. both of her sisters were basically adults by the time she was born, and never really interacted with her since they didn’t like her father’s second wife, ella’s mother. and with good reason.

if you thought zar’s mom was bad, get a load of heather morris. intent on living through her only daughter, ella was brought up to be a perfect little lady. a dancer, a star student, one of the most popular girls in her class. she was the first two things, but was never the third. she reeked of insecurity, and as a result was bullied throughout most of school.

even worse, her mom would force her to go to events where her bullies were, because those were the girls heather thought ella ought to be friends with. needless to say, they didn’t go very well. the only things her mother ever gave her were anxiety, deep-seated self-loathing, and an eating disorder she only overcame about two years ago.

ella’s one and only escape was books, she always had one on her person from the time she was five. for a long time, the closest things she had to friends were her favorite characters: matilda wormwood, hermione granger, and liesel meminger, among others. as a child, she dreamed of writing books like that, to help other little girls just like these authors helped her.

ella has always been a massive romantic, falling in love with every friendly face. and everyone she’s ever loved wormed their way into her heart, and to get it out, she decided to write. about the what-ifs and the maybe-so’s.

despite taking ballet lessons her entire school career, as per her mother’s request, she didn’t get into the american ballet company as her mother wished. her mom honestly wasn’t even that proud when she got a perfect sat score on her first try, nor when she got into harvard.

if she wasn’t going to be a dancer, she was going to be a lawyer, and her mother pushed her to get perfect grades in school. she hoped she would flourish at university, but she... kinda fell apart. we’re talking daily panic attacks, a crippling caffeine addiction, and her anorexia getting so bad she ended up in the fucking hospital her freshman year. despite that, she never missed a single deadline, functioning like a machine. and that was all that was important to her mother.

her sophomore year, though, she took a creative writing class, and when the ta read some of her work, she told her that she had a lot of potential and if she should continue down that road, the ta would like to be her advisor. that little bit of encouragement was all it took to reignite her dream of being an author.

writing became her therapy again, along with, thankfully, actual therapy. sure, school still made her anxious wreck, but ella was doing better. bit by bit, step by step. the summer before senior year, her advisor told her that she sent ella’s latest transcript to a friend of hers in publishing, and that she wanted to talk. she wanted to hold off for now, unsure what to do, until she got her lsat results back over thanksgiving break. she’d failed.

it was then, with her mother berating her non-stop as per usual, that ella decided she was going to publish. she walked out of the house with her mother still yelling, feeling freer than she ever had.

the day after her commencement, ella moved into a shitty apartment in boston and got to work with the publisher to get the book finished as quickly as possible. thanks to her advisor, it required minimal editing, and they had the first print sent to ella by the end of october.

on november 15th, the ipswich girls by eloise b. morris was officially for sale nationwide, and by its second week, it was a new york time’s bestseller. the last few months have been a world wind for ella, of book signings and award ceremonies and realizing with every young fan of hers that she’d achieved her dream.

now, she’s moved into new york city, a dream come true, and shortly after, she realized her publisher expected her to write a second book. she’s... still pretty paralyzed about that, trying to come up with something to top the ipswich girls, but... she’s trying. kinda. maybe. mostly panicking.

tl;dr: girl with strict mother finds freedom in books, becomes an author, writes a bestseller out of college, now is expected to repeat that success lmao fun.

personality.

lets get the zodiac out of the way: virgo sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising.

she’s... still very much a Good Girl, and she wants to change that, she wants to be her own person.

like in january she got a tattoo in feminine script on her wrist that said ‘i belong deeply to myself’ and the entire time she felt like a Bad Girl okay????? and she just started smoking weed and that also makes her feel like a Bad Girl

still pretty anxious, but she’s getting better. she’s on medication, now, and usually does something impulsive whenever she feels bad. or she writes. it’s fifty-fifty.

very organized, almost to the point of being anal.

very weird, abstract, neo-dadaist sense of humor. like stonks makes her wheeze.

she’s basically a big fuckin nerd okay???????????

usually very chill and relaxed, doesn’t get riled up too easily. it’s hard to tell when she’s having a panic attack because she just looks a little more zoned out than usual.

cannot fucking flirt like at all.

Big Virgin.

her guilty pleasure is watching compilations of fox news pundits railing on and on about how the ipswich girls was written to promote witchcraft and the lesbian agenda.

(also if you’re curious i put a summary of the ipswich girls here, even though its only bits and pieces but like if you’re curious. it’s basically the craft with fifteen-year-old girls, and also gayer. tw for suicide mention, brain damage and injuries. )

wanted connections.

fast friend. someone who she got along with immediately upon coming to new york.

childhood pen pal. i just think it’d be cute.

crush. ella flirts by gazing tenderly across the room.

philophobe. ella loves love, and this person doesn’t. for better or for worse, she’ll try to convince them otherwise.

bad influence. and she is very willing to be influenced.

wing(wo)man. she’s so bad at flirting please. somebody. anybody.

deja vu. a negative connection; someone ella can’t get comfy around bc they remind her of her childhood bully.

former dance rivals. ella used to do the competition circuit in ballet. she wasn’t particularly competitive, but her mom certainly was. probably a real dance moms situation.

#ten23.intro #panic attack tw #psychological abuse tw #eating disorder mention tw

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(500) Days of Summer (2009), dir. Marc Webb

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ellasfm · 4 years

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Fresh Off the Boat S04E12

Don’t tell me you still haven’t asked out Jackie. Every time I try, I get super nervous and I chicken out.

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#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ wc ]

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#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ isms ]

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ellasfm · 4 years

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I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I’ve been a resident of Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad train with Anna Karenina, and strolled down Swann’s Way. It’s a rewarding world.

#━━ ☾✧ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᶤʳˡ [ isms ]

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