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here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling.

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this monstrosity of a site hates me so my new blog is now @roguekinds

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@norholy : the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence. ( ella & ilya )

eerily quiet, the midnight color of the sky hangs above her head and it's almost comforting. boston is by far her least favorite city, but it has its quirks. the sound of her heels echo off of the concrete floor of the parking lot, eyes scanning the empty lot with skepticism. shit. they better not have forgotten to call her a car to take her back to her hotel.

the redhead sighs heavily, slinging her purse further over her shoulder as she continues walking, texting bruce furiously to figure out where the hell he is. the last thing that ella wants to do right now is wander around some empty parking garage in the middle of the night. it doesn't take her long to make her way towards the main road, most of which has cleared out now that the match is over.

her eyes catch glimpse of a familiar frame, leaned against the brick walls of the building. even better, she thinks, realizing she is unfortunately much safer in the company of ilya rozanov than anywhere else right now. tucking her head down a bit, ella stands on wall of the opposite corner, shoving her hands into her pockets. ❝ hell of a game tonight, rozanov. ❞ she speaks after a brief silence, finally glancing over in his direction with a slight tilt of her head. ❝ congratulations on yet another playoff win, i suppose. ❞

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what else is ella to do with her big blue doe eyes besides stare into someone's soul while giving head

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the idea of ella, outside of her main verse, still having this almost magical, gravitating aura about her. she is nothing but warmth and kindness, wrapped into all 5' of her. nothing is more important to her than the people she cares about, and being that sanctuary for people gives her such a warm feeling. she is home, she is kindness and gentleness; but she's also strong, often stubborn, and too empathetic for her own good. ella has never let the awful things that have happened to her harden her in any way.

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i can't believe ella let a man rage bait her into falling in love with him

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thank god. his own teary smile forms as he moves his hand to brush her tears away with his thumb, and he kisses her again. “ i've wanted to say it for so long. ” mitch admits, holding her close to him as they continue to sway with the song in the background that starts to wind down. “ but i was trying to think of the perfect time. i guess this was it, huh? ” he laughs, and he notices his cheeks start to hurt from smiling.

mitch leans down to kiss ella again, and the world around him starts to spin. it was hard being long distance. it was hard when the majority of their relationship took place on the phone, only to spend a few days apart every couple of months. but it was all worth it. one day, they'd get to be together for real. “ i'm kind of wishing we didn't have to stay for the rest of the night. what do you say we get out of here as soon as the team award part is over? ”

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it's so pretty to look back on, to think back to the first time they had met each other, and just how frustrating he had been. for them to be here now, spending more time apart than they have together, has proven a lot to ella. he never had to say he loved her out loud. . . he has proven it to her time and time again. ❝ i know, me too. ❞ ella laughs warmly, carefully swiping a finger over his cheek.

he kisses her once more and it's almost as if her feet have come off the floor completely, hovering above ground, gravitating so easily into him. the moment mitch pulls away from her, ella grins. ❝ this is your night, honey. we can stay however long you want to. ❞ she wants to celebrate him, of course she does. there haven't been many opportunities for her to be there for him like this, and all she ever wants is to keep him smiling just like his now. reaching up on her toes, ella leans to whisper close to his ear. ❝ and i cannot wait to get you out of this suit later. ❞ punctuating her sentiment with a soft kiss to his temple, ella pulls back and grabs his hand, leading him back towards the bar with a small smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.

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❝ i'll support whichever baseball team you tell me to, ❞ he says magnanimously, as though it's generous of him, and not an easy thing to do, given that he neither watches baseball nor is dating a baseball player. on this, however, he is set; scott is a captivating player, even for someone who has no idea how tactics work, and he wants to support him. it's so new, still, even having a boyfriend, and fionn's not about to fuck it up. not when he's so proud of scott. even if he can't tell anyone.

anyone can get fucked, but fionn wants, so badly, to tell ella. just her. he's not a complete idiot; he can feel her gaze on him now, even as he studiously studies the screen, he can tell that she's doing that thing where she somehow reads his entire soul on his face. ❝ something like that. ❞ he scoops some ice cream, makes the mistake of glancing at her — the big neon i'm seeing scott hunter sign flashing above his head — and clears his throat. ❝ the guy i'm seeing. he...he's not out, he's not in a position where he can come out, yet. because he's... ❞ scott fucking hunter.

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he earns a gentle roll of her eyes this time, as if she really has given him any other choice. any time ella comes into an extra ticket, fionn is always her first ask. perhaps her loyalties have shifted ever so slightly, but this isn't about her. the look on her best friend's face is all that she needs to know. he has definitely gotten himself into a bigger situation than she had initially thought. ella has gotten to know the hockey world much more intimately in the last couple of years, and her mind swims over the thought of how sticky this could get for the both of them.

❝ oh, babe. . . ❞ ella's mood shifts, sitting back up in order to take the tub of ice cream out of his lap. this is the happiest fionn has been in such a long time; the last thing she wants to do is rain on his parade. her gaze is soft, now focused solely on him, the sounds of the game now distant in her mind. she sighs heavily, tilting her head a bit as she reaches over to rub her thumb over the back of his hand. ❝ this. . . hockey guy, ❞ ella pauses, eyes flashing back to the screen for a brief moment, ❝ are you happy with him? with this? ❞

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i hope dr king and dr langdon understand i would die for them

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the dodgers payroll currently sits at $2.1 billion

the entire cleveland guardians franchise is worth $1.5 billion

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄.    (  a collection of various  location prompts categorized by certain environments.  feel free to adjust phrasing as desired. this prompt is likely to be updated in the future.  )

[ 1. ] — URBAN :

the graffiti - scarred underpass of an old railway bridge, echoing with distant trains. the fire escape of a towering high - rise, overlooking a vast grid of sleeping lights. a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign. the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. a sheltered bus stop tagged with old stickers & graffiti, drenched in midnight rain. a food cart on a busy street corner, steam rising into the cool night air. a 24 - hour laundromat, fluorescent lights humming above rows of idle machines. amidst the initial trickle of commuters through a sprawling subway station. a park at the city's center, made up of grassy knolls & playground equipment. the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence. the elevated walkway over a busy intersection, offering a bird's - eye view. a vibrant street art mural on the side of a decaying brick building, alive with color.

[ 2. ] — RURAL :

a cramped stall within an empty stable, moonlight shining through the rafters. a neglected orchard where wind - blown fruit rots beneath gnarled trees. a winding gravel path leading all the way to a secluded farmhouse. a field of wildflowers buzzing with bees, bordered by split - rail fencing. a street temporarily shut down on behalf of a bustling farmer's market. the sleepy main street of an eerie town, a single streetlight casting a warm glow. a dry creek bed winding through brittle grass & sun-bleached stones. a rickety wooden bridge arching over a narrow stream, frogs croaking all around. a quiet paddock under bright starlight, farm animals peacefully grazing. the middle of a deep, vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon. a dusty, unpaved road stretching endlessly through a landscape of rolling hills. a yard sale with patrons trickling through beneath the hot sun.

[ 3. ] — NATURE :

a moss - covered trail leading deeper into a dense, mist-shrouded forest. a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent gray ocean, gulls crying overhead. a secret lagoon with crystal blue waters & flourishing flora on all sides. the shifting golden dunes of a vast beach, meeting the endless blue of the sea. the banks of a swift, rocky river cutting through a vibrant forest. a lodge / cabin in the middle of the woods, seemingly unoccupied for years. a cluttered camping site deep in the middle of a national forest. the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds. the tranquil, glassy surface of a mountain lake reflecting a clear blue sky. a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth. a fork in the hiking trail, each path offering different adventures. a foggy moor where the land rolls endlessly beneath a grey, heavy sky. the deck of a cozy cottage bathed in sunlight & blooming flowers. a grove of ancient trees, their roots exposed & twisted like veins in the earth.

[ 4. ] — SHOPS & ENTERTAINMENT :

a warm, dimly lit antique shop overflowing with forgotten treasures. the too - cheery gift shop near the front entrance of a hospital. a comic book store sporting bright posters & dozens of tradable goods. amid long aisles lined with thrifted goods at the local consignment store. a cluttered, cozy bookstore smelling of old paper & freshly brewed tea. the incense-heavy interior of a well maintained smoke shop. the warmth of a small-town bakery, pastries piled high in the display case. backstage, the space cluttered with costumes, props, & nervous energy. a shop in an unfamiliar country, every label written in a foreign language. the chilled interior of an ice cream parlor offering refuge on a hot day. under the harsh yellow lights of the only liquor store that was open at 2am. a tourist - trap shop full of cheesy knick-knacks catered to travelers. an unassuming corner shop concealing the entrance to an exclusive club. a vibrant flower market overflowing with fragrant blooms & vendors' chatter. under the flashing lights of a dance club, bass thrumming through the floor. the hushed, reverent interior of a grand theater just before the curtain rises. a pop - up carnival at night, rides whirling & distant screams mixing with music. a karaoke lounge drenched in LED's, lyrics scrolling across a bright screen. the rewards counter of an arcade, stacked wall-to-wall with countless prizes. a classy high - rise rooftop bar with countless city lights sprawling beneath. a brightly lit arcade alive with the sounds of chimes, explosions & laughter. the neon - drenched interior of a retro - themed diner with a jukebox playing old hits. a casino floor buzzing with noise; slot machines chiming, cards shuffling. the open air of a summer music festival, crowd gathered under the twilight. a classic, dimly lit bowling alley- the crash of pins echoing down the lanes. the back row of a mostly - empty movie theatre right as the lights go dark.

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going to get some lunch and caffeinate and then i will be around 🩵

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what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? if long suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly. i choose you and me, religiously.

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JAYLON TYSON LEGACY GAME

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