Her tears are shining honey sweet with love.

With a trace of misty morning, and the promise of tomorrow in her eyes. eleanor shipley - thirty-one - actress Sister. Daughter. Lover of animals and anything vintage. The stage and silver screen is what I call home. A perfect balance of classic Broadway and old Hollywood.

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12 Days of Christmas 2024: Eleanor Shipley

[dailytvwomen]

Elizabeth Lail as Guinevere Beck — in You S01 E02 "The Last Nice Guy in New York"

[eleanorxshipley]

FOR: @drrutherford

EVENT: Mistletoe Event (Canon / Flashback - several years ago)

WHERE: Christmas party at mutual friend's place.

One of Eleanor's favorite parts of the holiday season was the opportunity to catch up with friends she hadn't much of a chance to throughout the year. It seemed regardless of how busy everyone was, most made a point to gather together around Christmastime. It wasn't so much the warmth of the holiday punch and eggnog that had Eleanor feeling a little buzzed; after all, she hadn't much except for a few polite sips. The atmosphere of the place enveloping her with inviting scents of cinnamon and clove - and the familiar faces and bear hugs had her spirits high and happy. Everywhere she turned there was a decoration of Santa, or reindeer, or other magical creatures. She also noticed many sprigs of mistletoe dangling from precarious places and tried her best to duck each and every one. Newly single, she was ready for a fresh year to focus on just herself for a change. Unfortunately that would have been easier if her ex-boyfriend wasn't in attendance.

Bouncing from one group of chums to another, Eleanor excitedly listened to everyone's plans and goals for the upcoming year, or accomplishments of the past, chiming in with her own when asked. Eventually she found herself with Gideon and some pals, and she was eager to catch up with him as it had been a while. Although Eleanor had always been closest to Lara, she had a soft spot for all of the Rutherfords in her heart. Gideon was no exception to that. Eleanor hadn't realized until others in their group pointed out that they were centered right beneath one of of the mistletoe sprigs she had so decidedly tried to avoid. She ignored the others teasing about the two of them sharing a kiss, even as all eyes on them had her cheeks growing hot. It wasn't that Eleanor had any qualms with kissing Gideon. After all, he was quite the catch, and one of her favorite people. But also, wouldn't it make things incredibly awkward? She worried.

Eleanor didn't have much time to linger on that concern as she noticed Matthew making his way through the crowd. She pretended not to take notice, but could feel his seething gaze on her. Again. Already three times he had tried to trap her in a corner with a bushel of mistletoe, she refusing and reminding that she wanted nothing to do with him. After the the way he had treated her, there was no option for a second chance. He was persistent as ever though, and on instinct Eleanor grabbed Gideon's hand tightly. It might be the only way to keep her from socking her ex in the face. Green eyes rose, bashfully landing on Gid's face as she tilted her head and offered a tiny smile. Eleanor had a hunch he had noticed who was approaching and could read her well enough to play along. Inching onto her tiptoes, she cupped his cheek gently, her lips lifting into a more playful expression.

"They'll never shut up if we don't." She leaned in a bit. "Kill two birds with one stone?"

[duranduratulsa]

Elvis Presley - Santa Claus Is Back In Town (Official Lyric Video)

Christmas 🎄 album of the day 2: Elvis' Christmas Album by ELVIS PRESLEY (1957) featuring Santa Claus Is Back In Town #elvis #elvispresley #elvischristmasalbum #santaclausisbackintown #50s #Christmas #merrychristmas2024 #merrychristmas

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things I love » christmas

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[artpopist]

[amescastaignede]

Of all the people she wanted to avoid, given the circumstances — Eleanor was not one of them.

Hearing the soft lilt of her voice, turning to gaze at a wealth of blonde hair, she tried to morph her features into something akin to happiness, and for all that Amélie was -- she managed it. The break up with Gideon, even though it'd been her choice...had broken something fundemental inside of her. And now matter how much she wished it away, she hadn't successed. The masking, which currently was holding itself together by a thread, was the only thing keeping her here.

She'd considered her jobs worth when Felicity had told her she was coming. Regardless of how she felt about it. Although, she was sure she'd witnessed something close to sympathy in her eyes when she'd ordered her here. With a make-shift smile, she nodded.

"Of course," guestring to the empty space. "Please, be my guest." because she was certain a lot of people would treat her like a leper now she and Gideon were no longer. She enjoyed Eleanor's company, in the few times they'd met and every time, she'd felt nothing but kindness...a rarity in this city. "Having fun?"

[eleanorxshipley]

Eleanor felt her entire body internally sigh with relief at Amélie’s welcomed response. Even if she and Gideon were no longer an item, it didn’t mean they couldn’t get along, did it? Eleanor didn’t think Gideon would approve of any condemnation toward his ex regardless of their status. Although she was genuinely disappointed that the two parted ways, Eleanor could understand both sides of the story. She did hope, that in time, it could be mended.

“Thank you. I’m glad to see you here. Even though I’m sure you probably wish that you were anywhere but.” Empathy lingered in her voice. “Did you at least manage some luxuries, or are you stuck in the tents like myself? I actually am enjoying myself, although I do miss the ability to shower,” she joked lightheartedly. “My brother and I used to go camping a lot, so I’m sort of used to it. Although I’m certainly rusty. How about you? Aside from the elephant in the… field?” Room wasn’t accurate in this setting.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Eleanor added tenderly. “But you’re also welcome to, if you want. Or I can distract you with goofy bird calls.” It was an attempt to lighten the situation, but Eleanor fished a whistle sort of object out of her bag. “Like, not even joking.” 

[drrutherford]

"What's this?" He plucks the field guide out of her hands and rifles through it. "Tips on surviving my family au naturel for the next three days straight? You'll need more than your usual optimism to help with that." Gideon teases, handing the booklet back.

"Also, your lack of faith in my talents and abilities is heartbreaking, Shipley." He presses the act a little further, before dropping it. "Frankly, I wouldn't have minded the classic camp experience, but I won't pretend a real bed isn't nice... I'm afraid my back would protest the cold hard ground much more than it did when I was a younger man."

'How have you been?'

It's an innocent enough question, but given he had told her about his break up the last time they'd seen each other, Gideon has a feeling she's alluding to more than the usual small-talk pleasantries. A tinge of knowing sadness creeps into his expression despite himself, making it different this time when he smiles. "I'm surviving..." Maybe that's all that can be hoped for, all things considered. "Thanks for caring, El."

[eleanorxshipley]

“My inner nerd coming out of hiding,” Eleanor retorted with a chuckle. “I’m not sure anyone in the world has written that one yet. Fortunately for me, I’m on their good side.” Truthfully she hoped she was on everyone’s good side, but knew better than to believe such nonsense. 

Tilting her head with feigned sympathy, green eyes gave a delightedly playful roll. “Oh now, you know better than that. I would put good money on you being one of the best survivalists out here. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a little hell for lucking out. I don’t mind the ground so much, but running water— I forget what a luxury it is until I don’t have it. Good thing the tabloids can’t see me a mess like this.”

Eleanor bit the inside of her cheek as she noted the melancholy in Gideon’s response. She certainly wasn’t going to press him on the subject, but wanted to remind that if he needed someone to let it out to, she was there. “I’m glad you are— and you will. Everything will work out alright. You never know what the future holds. I know that’s cliche, but it’s also true.” Maybe someday he and Amélie would end up together again. If not, then she hoped someone that made him just as happy would come along.

“But in the meantime if you ever need someone to listen or ramble until you forget what was on your mind, I’ve got your back. I’ll always care,” she promised. “I know some have other methods of cheering you up,” she recalled the t-shirt fiasco. “But that doesn’t mean it’s the right way.”

[hasan-demir]

Happy Camper Hasan smiled underneath the mask though the action was lost to the mask.  He took one of the marshmallows on a stick and handed it to Elanor.  The kitchen had some nicer tools for the work.  Better than using actual sticks.  Some kind of small metal expandable rods even letting you cook multiple marshmallows at once without burning yourself too badly. “It’s not too hard, the fire does most of the work.  Feel free to eat what you want or you can grab something to cook, that’s half the fun. Would you believe you’re the first to show up?” Happy Camper Hasan looked down. “Yes I’ve been told this visage is a bit off putting. I guess the guests here aren’t used to being around someone that is happy or smiles. I think it worries them that there must be some ulterior motive.” Happy Camper Hasan wasn’t sure if he had an ulterior motive, but either way this weekend had been even more fun than he had thought it might be and all he had to do was be here and be pleasant. “I don’t know whether it says more about them, or me that I’m still having fun, but I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself.  Have you done any other camping activities?”

[eleanorxshipley]

Eleanor’s grin brightened as she happily accepted the offered marshmallow. “That’s true. Or, I could have the best of both worlds and taste what you whipped up as well as roast something myself. Perhaps, but that doesn’t stop people from burning things to a crisp. User error,” she joked while letting the stabbed marshmallow hover over the open fire.

“Actually I do find that hard to believe! I figured everyone would be famished by now. Then again, I’m admittedly a bit of a glutton. Food is on my mind pretty much always.” Although she couldn’t see his real smile, Eleanor thought she could sense it in his voice. Maybe? Hopefully. 

Sadly, he was probably accurate about the lack of smiling with this crowd's experience. Especially as of late. “You probably aren’t wrong. And well, their loss is my gain then because you’re good company.” Eleanor was aware she was oblivious to a lot of the cliques and mobs around London, and most of what went down behind closed doors. Although her budding friendship with Hasan was still rather new, she felt comfortable and safe in his presence. 

“Mostly on my own,” she admitted. “I didn’t really want to get swept up in the drinking games. No regrets,” she chuckled. “I’ve been doing nerdy things like identifying birds and fossils in my field guide. It’s all worn out from camping with my brother when we were younger, but I managed to find it on my bookshelf. How about you? Besides feeding everyone, of course.”

[beautiful-things-4]

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: The Main Bar.

If Felicity hadn't forced her hand, Amélie wouldn't be here.

And the realisation of her dire situation had begun to set in. Felicity's friendship with Andrew started raising questions after Gideon's revelation, and now she realised just how corrupt everything she was involved in was. And that letter, the one tucked away in a box at home: stating certain stories would be better portrayed in a favouring light of the Rutherford's as she began her takedown of the French. It was all in effect. The first domino had fallen — and while she wished to be anywhere else in the world.

Nothing had prepared her for those shirts.

It hadn't taken her long to trudge over to the bar and order the first thing she saw: very out of character for a woman who found herself giddy after just two wines. Alone was one way to put it: and without her phone, she wanted to riot.

A notebook clutched in her hand, a way to make notes for the story she had to write on the weekend. The real reason she was here: because none of them would've invited her now she was no longer his. "A shot, as well, please."

[eleanorxshipley]

The falling out between Amélie and Gideon was solely their business. Eleanor didn't want to butt in, or seem like she was trying to get some juicy gossip. Although she had known Gideon for much longer than Amélie, it didn't mean she couldn't care about how she felt in the situation too. She did. Eleanor thought they were kind of friends. In fact, she was more bummed out about the break-up than a normal person should be. Since they had been together, Eleanor considered them a power couple-- something to achieve to be. Something out of a fairy tale. It kind of reignited her hopefulness that maybe love could conquer all. Now, she was feeling a bit jaded again.

Considering the looks Amélie was given from others, and the whispers, Eleanor hoped she would at least allow her company.

The shirts in her opinion, were tacky. And too much.

"Make that two," Eleanor chimed in and offered a delicate smile at the woman. "Mind if I join you for a bit? I swear, I come in peace."

[lararutherford]

@mobscene-starters Location: The Bar. Time: Friday Night.

Well. It could have been worse, she supposed. Maybe. Could've been a Russian...

Wrapped in the furs she'd spent about fifteen minutes trying to convince the charity organisers were fake—as if she'd ever wear something as tacky as faux fur—she settled herself into the seat she didn't plan on moving from until Samar was passed the fuck out, and couldn't attempt a conversation with her. If she had to sleep in a fucking synthetic prison, it seemed unfair to expect her to punish herself further. It'd be such a pity to murder her best friend's cousin on the first night, too.

Lara lit up her cigarette, regarding the tray of champagne meant for sharing that she'd absolutely stolen to serve as her own personal platter.

"I don't care about how much you hate your tent partner. If that's what you came here to complain about, then do us both a favour and disappear."

[eleanorxshipley]

Eleanor genuinely hadn't realized Lara was sharing a tent with Samar until she saw his overnight bag plopped down on the ground, his name stitched on the tag. Really, she just wanted to catch up with her friend; it felt like forever since they'd had the chance to. With the gloomy cloud of drama that always lingered over London, she often felt she was in the way. Lara had more important fish to fry. Not that Lara ever made her feel that way; it was an insecurity Eleanor couldn't seem to get past.

Then she remembered those texts-- the ones that she hadn't received until hours later, after her concussion. The ones that hinted she knew there was something going on between her and Samar. A pit began forming in Eleanor's stomach, and she hoped it wouldn't come up.

"Well this is definitely not like the sleepovers we usually have." The ones with bubbly champagne and catered food at their fingertips. "I miss you," Eleanor said softly, sincerity in her tone and stare. "How are you, Lar?"

[hasan-demir]

Who: @mobscene-starters Where: The campfire When: First day of camp night Hasan had prepared the camp, luckily the fire was kept going like some kind of Olympic torch, but for the Rutherford estate. It was warm, and a good fire it seemed. He had hot dogs, marshmallows, some kebabs, some with vegetables though he wasn't sure if anyone didn't eat meat he wanted everyone to have a place at the fire. The marshmallow he was roasting had become an even brown and started to produce a smell that he was sure would attract anyone wandering around with late night munchies as it was near to the kitchen and food they wouldn't have to cook themselves.

[eleanorxshipley]

Eleanor was absolutely content camping. Despite what some might think of the actress, she had no problem getting a little dirty. The chill in the air had become a little too much, and even more so, the temptation of roasting marshmallows. She could smell the sugary aroma practically calling her name. Pulling her coat over her comfy sweats, Eleanor meandered over to the fire-- her eyes immediately landing on that yellow smiley face mask. She had heard it was Hasan through the grapevine, and although many gave him hell about it, she couldn't help but chuckle when she approached. "You know, this isn't the first time you scared me with a mask," the blonde pointed out, remembering their craft at the Italian Street Festival. "Although this one is way less scary. In fact, I kind of like it." Gingerly she plunked down beside him and held her hands over the fire to warm them up. "Although I prefer your real smile," she added warmly, then noticed the other food options he had prepared. "Oh my goodness, did you cook this all yourself? How is there even any left??"

[drrutherford]

LOCATION — The Rutherford Estate, Kingston Upon Thames. DATE — October 25, 2024. STARTER — closed for @eleanorxshipley

Admittedly, she could've done much worse.

But that wouldn't leave room for much teasing, which is why he adopts a dramatic air as he approaches her. "Oh, How The Mighty Fall... How will she survive it, ladies and gentlemen??" Gideon whistles for effect, giving the golden-hearted actress a pitying shake of his head. "... And I don't mean the abject poverty. I mean Spencer."

[eleanorxshipley]

Camping was something Eleanor had always enjoyed with Charlie when they were younger, so being restricted to tents and Mother Nature was no big deal to her. It had been some time since one of those adventures, but quickly the actress was in her element. While flipping through the old handy field guide she had packed on a whim, a familiar voice brought a smile to her lips, the expression growing as she met Gideon's gaze.

"Honestly, it's not been bad at all. And that's not just my usual optimism," she promised. "I definitely could have gotten the shorter end of the stick. How about you, Mr. Posh? Enjoying a secure shelter and running water?" Their pleasantries were always lovely, but Eleanor had a feeling there was much more on Gid's mind than just camping. Perhaps she kept to herself at times, but she wasn't oblivious. "How have you been?" Last they had spoken, he'd informed her of the break up with Amélie. She hoped both of them were okay.

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[deswalker]