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ella tae-glass · 31 · animal rescue volunteer, dog walker, barista, and a handful of others

[ellataeglass]

ella ↔ loyonce

logan: don't worry, i'm not out partying every friday night anymore

logan: i'm happy just to see you and then watch movies with my newfound cat friend until i fall asleep on the sofa

logan: you're welcome to join ofc, but i have to warn you my taste in movies has not improved

logan: though i at least won't make you watch the gory ones

ella: that sounds so nice 😊😊

ella: will the kitten mind? i wouldn't want to take her time

ella: you're too sweet logan! if you watch scary ones i'll just have to hide behind you

[ellataeglass]

ella ↔ loyonce

logan: yeah of course!!! i'd always make time for you

logan: and if i'm booked up you can just come by after closing

logan: wait you follow my shop's insta?? aww

logan: how's friday? come by after we close at 6?

ella: of course i do

ella: you're really talented!

ella: i don't want to keep you late though! especially if you have other plans

[ellataeglass]

ella ↔ loyonce

logan: i thought there was no such thing >:)

logan: you do???!!!

logan: i mean i'm obviously biased and can recommend you a GREAT shop ;)

logan: for real though come into the shop and me or one of the other artists can help you draw some things up no pressure

logan: or if you're more comfortable going somewhere else i can rec you some artists i know!

ella: i do

ella: would you? i didn't want to just assume and i know you're always booked up

ella: i mean i see it on instagram

ella: i mean it's good right! because you have lots of business

ella: but i think i'd be most comfortable with you

[a beat later]

ella: or someone you trust! i don't want to take up your time

ella: you're so good to offer

[ellataeglass]

ella ↔ loyonce

logan: weeeell that depends on a lot of things

logan: the size, how complex the design is, the amount of colours etc.

logan: whhhyyy 👀

ella: of course. that was a silly question

ella: well, i want one, but i don't know how much i should expect to pay

ella: or where to get it

ella: i mean, i know where on my body to get it, i don't know what tattooing place to go to

ella: other than yours, of course

[ellataeglass]

ella ↔ loyonce

ella: how much do tattoos cost?

[ellataeglass]

divinedskill​:

status : closed / ( @ellataeglass​​ ) location : emri’s place !

💫 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────  emri wasn’t sure what possessed his mother to put him in charge of the annual lunar new year dinner. the only kitchen appliance he was familiar with was the microwave, and even that became tricky from time to time ( what was the difference between a frozen entree and defrost anyway ? were they not both frozen ? ). his initial instinct was to hiring catering. in new york there should be plenty of places he could find that made the same traditional dishes often found at his mother’s table. she was having none of it thought. after receiving a very detailed email of her recipes and bolded instructions ( demands ) that nothing was to be purchased and plated off as his own, he decided it was best not to take any chances.

his sisters were much more interested in watching him fail so they were no help. at the risk of embarrassing himself in front of izzie, he opted out of calling them. yet ella, just as she so often was, had been happy to lend a hand ( a hand he should feel more guilty about taking ). “ you should honestly let me pay you for helping me out i’m hopeless. ” he let her take the lead, skimming over instructions he didn’t understand and then waiting for her to clarify before making another movement. it seemed to work better than him trying to take the lead that’s for sure. “ you’re more than welcome to come by the way. i have no intention on taking credit for your work…─── unless you’re okay with that. ” though his tone was playful, he couldn’t deny that he did want to see his sisters look on in irritated surprise as he laid out their meal.  “ wait, wait…── we just took that out of the oven, why are you putting it back in ? ”

Ella hadn’t celebrated a proper lunar new year before Emri in... Well, it did her no good to dwell on how long it had been. What mattered was that her first in a long time was the first one after they’d started dating. Ever since then, she’d associated the whole holiday with him and his family. Of course, she would’ve offered to help him cook even if she didn’t, but being a part of their celebration--even a small, hidden part--felt special to her.

Then again, when he offered to let her come, she couldn’t help the selfish feeling she had. The I’d hoped you would say that feeling. “I don’t mind you taking credit, but I’d love to come if it’s alright with your parents.” Ella didn’t turn to ask this, her attention mostly on the braised beef she was looking at. It could go a little longer. “It needs to turn so it cooks evenly. Like people who go tanning and roll over on the beach.” It always amused Ella how much the kitchen seemed to confuse Emri. He was a scientist, wasn’t he? And scientists were supposed to be so smart, weren’t they? Well, she supposed he was--but it was a book-smart kind of smart. Ella never understood most of what he said when he talked about his studies. Maybe that’s how he felt when she talked about recipes. Or when anyone talkd about recipes, considering the state he’d been in when he’d called. “Do you like them crispy or softer? Or--hm, I guess we’re trying to impress your sisters, right? How do they like it?” Ella popped her head up to look at how her soup was doing before turning back to him. “You do know what your sisters like, don’t you?”

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[ellataeglass]

eleanorstjames​:

eleanor couldn’t say that ella’s response did much to clear things up, try as she might to understand her friend’s plight. nonetheless she nodded, feeling like she was at least getting closer to understanding what was troubling her friend. “yeah,” she agreed with a nod. “you’re right, it is. comes with its own set of challenges, doesn’t it?” she added carefully. 

Challenges. That was a word Ella could hold onto. Challenges sounded so normal. So everyday. Everyone had challenges, surely. “Yes,” she answered, her enthusiasm maybe a bit stronger than she meant. “It does come with its own set of challenges.” Perhaps that was what she needed to do--think of these feelings simply as challenges she could overcome. The specifics of how she would overcome them would be a puzzle, but of course, once she did, she’d be back to normal and everything would be fine. Of course.

[ellataeglass]

perfecticnist​:

👒 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────  ella had always been quick to speak on her admiration of her friends. her voice never faltered when she did nor did she seem to struggle with what to say. it was one of the things that ranked the highest on giselle’s very long list of things she loved about ella. being kind was one of the bravest things someone could be in the world. giselle believed they were a lot alike in that way. despite what life threw at them or the cards they were dealt, they never gave up being kind. “ do you go to her matches often ? i’d love to go with you sometime ! we can make little signs, if that’s allowed ── i’ve never been to a tennis match before. ” she offered with a soft smile before taking a sip of her tea; quick to wave off ella’s insistence at her coming to their home empty handed. “ it’s a new home ! it’s bad luck to come empty handed. or something. it’ll throw the entirety of your living situation off, i’m telling you. just trust me. oh ! maybe i’ll bring a humidifier. one of those cute ones shaped like a dumpling that lights up. ” her mind instantly running with ideas on the care package ( or basket ) she’d show up with. 

it’s not a thought she could stay with for too long, though. soon, ella was leaning in, curious look etched on her features asking questions giselle didn’t fully know how to answer ( or maybe she just didn’t want to ). setting her own cup down, she mimicked ella’s actions and took a deep breath before speaking. “ not exactly… ” she trailed off. realistically, someone telling you they didn’t care about  you could be a pretty clear indicator that they didn’t like you. but that couldn’t explain why he was still hanging around. she’d given him a pretty clean out. yet, he stuck around. “ i don’t know elle bell. there’s just a lot of history between us and maybe he’s just taking pity on me ? but i wanna believe he wants to be around me. i think he likes spending time with just as much as i do him, but…── that doesn’t make it true. i mean, we could be having the best time and he’ll just pull away. maybe i am misreading everything and should give up. grace thinks i should at least. ”

Ella could picture it perfectly--they’d be just a little sparkly, but not too much, maybe with some flowers. Luna liked flowers. It was one of the reasons Ella was so excited about her new apartment. The two of them could fill their entire apartment with plants and life and vibrancy. Giselle would have to help her come up with some kind of clever saying or something to put on the sign. She was a good thinker. “I think it’s allowed! I’ve seen signs before, as long as they’re not too big or anything.” Ella was about to tell Giselle again that they didn’t need anything, but Giselle’s explanation gave her pause. “Well, I don’t want bad luck,” she began slowly. “And that does sound very nice. I just don’t want to trouble you, you know. And shopping can be such a hassle.”

There was no explanation that really brought any clarity to the situation. Knowing Giselle and not loving her was absurd enough, but knowing her well--having history--and not loving her? It was simply unthinkable. “Well, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the same way about you,” she told her slowly, still trying to put together the story as she was talking. “Maybe he just--well, maybe, uh, maybe he doesn’t know how to show it. If you like him, and you and he enjoy spending time together, maybe you should give him a chance to try and express himself.” On the one hand, she had certainly made mountains out of molehills in relationship before, but she’d also been with someone where she could never quite get the right words out. Maybe this mystery person was like her.

[dramaintherain]

Tak Dong Kyung ✨ | Doom At Your Service (2021) ✵ episode VI

[weryourlegacy]

“I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”

— To Be Loved / Love (via writingllama)

[ellataeglass]

@prankstcrs

[ellataeglass]

jackson-rhodes​:

OPEN ! location: parking lot outside of his building?? or any building?? or the streets ig if that’s what u want

     ( ─── :: jackson didn’t really like to drive. specifically, he didn’t like to drive in the city. hours-long drives cross country were fine when it was long stretches of highway that he didn’t have to think about, but he was too easily irritated on cramped streets full of reckless drivers to be able to comfortably pass through most of new york. his car didn’t get much use daily. that was fine, really, because the thing was a piece of shit that was ancient by car standards and most of the time was barely scraping by. unfortunately, it meant that every time he planned to drive somewhere, the bastard broke down. it was below freezing outside, and yet jackson found himself laying flat against the icy cement underneath his car, pulling at the mass of metal and wires as he attempted to diagnose the problem. it was the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow that alerted him that there was someone approaching ── and after a long sigh, he pushed himself out from under the car. jackson held up a finger, before holding out his flat hand. “ before you say shit ── i’m gonna need a second. also, there’s a wrench laying in front of you, i need that too. would you mind ? “ 

It wasn’t precisely typical to see Jackson under a car, but it didn’t quite come as a surprise Ella either. He had a degree of handiness that was downright admirable. Ella was good enough at home repair to handle the average problem, but even beyond the construction work, it always seemed that Jackson could truly fix anything. He was like a superhero! 

Ella bent delicately, picking up the wrench and gripping it as tightly as she could in her too-fat gloves. “The adjustable, right?” She squatted down near his head so she could hand him whatever else he needed. This hadn’t been her plan--she was just coming by to see Duchess--but if Jackson was going to be stuck here, he deserved company. “Is it fixable?”

[dramaintherain]

Tak Dong Kyung ✨ | Doom At Your Service (2021) ✵ episode XII

[ellataeglass]

peggyharlow​:

The food bank was where Peggy found herself on this particular morning. She’d hauled in a few boxes of non-perishables that she’d been collecting all week, eager to dish them out to those who needed them the most. It broke her heart to think of anyone going without the essentials, and she hoped that any way she could help would make even the smallest difference. January was always the toughest time. People were recovering from any spending they’d done over the Christmas period, and budgets would be tighter than tight. She had the means to help out in both time and money, and help out she would.

With the last of her boxes cradled in her arms, Peggy made her way through the doors to the community centre, looking for the familiar faces she was used to seeing here. Her gaze rested on a particular familiar face she hadn’t seen for a little while, and she immediately smiled. “Ella, hey hon, how’ve you been?” She asked as she carefully set the box down on the ground, making sure her car keys were safely tucked away into her pocket. “We’ve done pretty well today, huh? God, that makes me so happy! The world can really suck ass but at least there are some good people out there.” @ellataeglass​

~*~

In the winter, with the cold weather, Ella just couldn’t walk dogs as much. She kept on her regular clients but--no, being outside wasn’t for her. Instead, she filled some of those hours with extra work at Red Velvet or the shelter, and most of them with extra volunteer work. Goodness knows, if she needs the extra money, then people with less than her need it even more, and she can find a way to spare her time. Today, she was at the community center. Ella liked work at the center--the moving boxes of donations and sorting had an almost-soothing rhythm to it. And the people who volunteered there were always so nice.

She liked all of them, but she had to admit that seeing Peggy was an extra treat. Ella put the bag of cans she was holding down the moment she heard the other woman’s voice. “Peggy!” She wrapped her arms around her, trying to pour some warmth into the hug to fend off the chill from outside. “Oh, yes, we just got a bunch of people come by. It’s been wonderful. But how’re you? How were the holidays? And Hannah?”

[ellataeglass]

grandslcms​:

Luna was usually really good at self discipline. Her job relied on it, on hours of rigorous training and a strict routine of practice that didn’t allow her much time to slack off or procrastinate. But right now, surrounded by boxes, she simply did not want to move. She only lifted her head when Ella responded, “ You forgot ?! Nope, that won’t do. We gotta eat !! ” She rolled over slightly just enough to pull her phone out of her back pocket to search for nearby takeout places.

“ Chinese sounds perfect, you read my mind. ” Luna patted the counter next to her, “ Come here, let’s find a good place. I’m now dreaming of black pepper tofu, nothing else will do. ” Her eyes lit up at Ella’s suggestion, “ Yes, that sounds like so much fun !! ” She hadn’t lived with a roommate since university, so she was more than excited to do all the stereotypical things friends did when they lived together. It was reassuring to know that Ella certainly wasn’t adverse to them.

Luna’s scolding, teasing though it was, brought a flush to Ella’s cheeks. “I didn’t forget-forget. I just...didn’t...remember, either.” The admission felt flat even as she tried to use it as a defense. She knew she needed to eat. It was just hard when she was busy! Ella rarely slowed down when she was on a cleaning kick, and packing was basically just cleaning amped up to the maximum. But now that she was slowed down, stopped, she was suddenly aware of the rumble in her stomach.

Luna’s suggestion of black pepper tofu turned that rumble into a growl. “Mm, that sounds great. I’d love some scallion pancakes.” As soon as they did have the kitchen up and running, she’d have to learn what Luna’s favorite recipes were. And how to make them. “It does sound good. We can even find one of those campfire youtube videos and pretend to roast marshmallows.”

[ellataeglass]

theodorawen​:

theo watched the other woman struggle to reach the tea, pressing her lips together to refrain from asking if she needed help. knowing her friend, ella would probably insist that it wasn’t necessary and that she shouldn’t trouble herself. and if anyone understood the importance of playing host, it was theo. “yeah, it looks great so far!” she agreed, looking around the space. she could see little touches of ella, subtle but lovely ways she’d already been making it a home. “i always thought moving was such a drag, but i’m sure you’ve been making the best of it,” she said fondly. theo had always admired that about ella, her lemons-into-lemonade outlook, and she was sure she wasn’t alone in that regard. 

“oh, sure,” she fibbed in response to ella’s question, waving an airy hand. “self care is just so important.” she’d had a good soak just the other night, in fact - while answering work emails on her phone for the entire duration, but she still thought that it should count for something. she smiled as ella finally settled down to join her, forking a bite of cake and holding it aloft. “toast to your new place?”

~*~

No one liked moving, really, with all the packing and stress, but Ella liked to think she could make the best of any situation. As hard as packing was, it was nice to go through your things, and as annoying as unpacking was, it did involve organizing, which she found fairly relaxing. “I’ve liked some of it,” she said, glancing at the living room. There were still books to sort on the shelf, and some more decorations to put up, but overall, it was starting to feel like home. “It helps that Luna and I were both moving in at the same time. I can’t remember the last time I moved somewhere that was empty.” She’d made a habit, after all these years, of simply moving into apartments already inhabited by friends. Having a clean slate was nice.

“To more days like this in my new place,” Ella added with as sly a smile as she could muster. She hoped there would be. It’d be nice to start having friends over and seeing those people she cared about. She took her forkful of cake and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes so she could really relish the flavor. “Gosh, that’s so tasty! Whoever made this did a good job.” She opened them to see if Theo was enjoying it too. “So, how was the wedding? Did it come out the way you wanted?”

[ellataeglass]

mariposapena​:

       ( ─── ::  mari followed the other woman with her eyes, folding her arms behind her back as she did. she worried sometimes that she could get too inside her head ; that her ideas would grow too big for herself. she had done that before ── got overexcited about something she thought would work, started it, and then realized halfway through it just wasn’t. naturally, she picked up that asking other people’s opinions was helpful ( at the very least, provided it wasn’t her mama or padre, whom both had very outdated ideas that proved utterly useless. ) “ i don’t think a table that small would cause that much of a blockage, though, hm ? “ she thought out loud, glancing around the room once before stepping back. “ ── or, hm, actually, would it disrupt the flow of the store ? i don’t want people to feel as though they’re being herded. “ 

Mari’s job was a very hard one. There was simply no denying that. Running a store day-to-day was hard enough, with having to deal with customers and the books themselves, and then on top of that was all these big decisions that no one was there to watch you make. Well, no, Ella was here to watch Mari make it, but no one could tell you which table to put where. It was a hard burden, and though it was small, it seemed to mean an awful lot to Mari. And Ella could understand that. “I don’t think so,” Ella repeated. “Here, let’s just...” She walked out to where she thought the table would be and stretched out her arms. Ella didn’t make a very good table. “It’d be like this, right?”