#(ft. eli)

[anniebaxterthefuture]

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Matchy matchy 👙

[shatteredgossip]

@HEWITT164: dimples?? DIMPLES???? SHE'S TALKING ABOUT DIMPLES I KNOW MY SHIP WHEN I SEE IT ELANNIE NATION HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT

[detectivegoldstein]

o5 elijah and james *ye face*

∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger

[user: Goldstein] u can come get ur fucking stick back. i dont want it

[satchel-mcqueen]

The Tower // Self-Para

The Tower itself is a solid structure, but because it has been built on shaky foundations, it only takes one bolt of lightning to bring it down. It represents ambitions and goals made on false premises.

When it happened, he was at home. His apartment had only just started to feel like his own space, and to be in it was to feel like he was fully himself, his own person. It was always strewn with supplies — fabric, loose bits of thread everywhere that Mittens loved to attempt to eat, glitter and rhinestones galore — but now, even more so. As the days in the Arena went on, he found himself more and more pushed into a manic state of work. He couldn’t save Eli but he could do what he could to memorialize him.

The first few days he had spent sketching, balling up the paper, and starting over. Again. Again. He wanted to do Eli justice. He couldn’t work on his Victory Tour outfits yet, it felt too raw, it felt like it would be admitting something or coming too close to some potential reality that he didn’t want to face. But he could work on other things. The fashion line that had always been mere ideas, colors and shapes in his mind, finally materialized. Silvers, golds, deep purples, and blacks, inspired by the stars and the tarot deck that he’d bought for him. The fabric flowed and he spent all his time watching the screen, his hands on the machine, working, working. If he created something that was infused with Eli’s life, his soul, then that life or soul or whatever made up people (Satchel didn’t know, he didn’t know, the closest thing to a belief he’d ever had was what Eli had shown him) could never be snuffed out. Not by an Arena, not by a knife.

And yet in the end it was. No amount of rhinestones could dress it up, that raw moment, the one where it all fell. It was as if the fabric in his hand crumpled itself up, as if the sketches curled up and fell into the trash can, as if the work table flipped on its own side. Satchel did not act. He was acted upon. This was the truth of his whole life.

The sheets on his bed, the ones that he and Eli had been in, the ones that still smelled like him. The clothes in a pile on the closet floor that Eli had strutted around the apartment in. The feather boa that had been tossed over the back of the couch. The photos.

They were strewn across the work table. Eli’s face in each one of them, except for a few where he had looked the other way or had pretended at shyness. Playacting. Playacting like they could have something. Like what was burgeoning could be full someday, like it wouldn’t be snuffed out.

Perhaps there was a world where it would have been able to grow, a world where Eli would have stabbed Persephone instead. He’d have taken them all down. But that was never the world Satchel had lived in, was it? That was never his life. Satchel did not act. Satchel was acted upon.

So it crumbled. A tower made of fabric and thread cannot withstand a storm. The clothing could be remade, it could be torn, it could be thrown out or burned and nothing would change. Satchel dealt in illusions and now his had been shattered. Satchel had only held one real thing in his life and now he was dead.

For a long time, he didn’t move. He sat within the destruction he wasn’t sure he had made. He sat within an apartment he wasn’t sure he owned. He sat within a world he wasn’t sure he knew.

[ghcstin]

closed starter for elijah @ohmydcrling​

genevieve was truly in paradise as she strolled through the beautiful resort, the warm air gently tugging her towards the beach. although it was a work trip, genevieve had every intention on enjoying herself as well. for once she was going to allow herself to feel good. noticing a familiar figure watching the waves crash onto the sand, gen felt butterflies burst into her stomach as she skipped up to him. “i was hoping i’d bump into you at some point.” she smiled as she looked out on the surf, her hip bumping his softly.  

[anniebaxterthefuture]

Annie looked hot. She knew it, June had known it when Annie had littered their chat with selfies from every angle humanly imaginable, and Duncan, her assigned driver for the night, knew it. After the horror of last year's celebrations, being stood up and left moping in front of Eli in the prettiest dress she owned, Annie had been adamant she was going out with a true bang this year. But not before she secured the perfect arm candy, of course. 

With a simple flutter of her long lashes, leaning in close enough to give him a whiff of her perfume, Annie had offered Duncan her prettiest, most sympathetic pout when she’d asked him to pull up outside of Eli’s apartment complex. She knew he was under strict instructions to take her straight to A Novel Idea, and people rarely disobeyed her father, but she also knew that Duncan had a soft spot for her. The way his cheeks flushed under her gaze, his lower lip wobbling as he stuttered over attempts to impress her, the uncertainty that flickered in his gaze whenever she offered up her arm upon entering some high-profile party she was being forced to attend. She knew fine well he was into her, and Jax had rattled off countless warnings to her that he might be a little more smitten than she was given him credit for, if the high-pitched giggle he emitted whenever she called him Duncy was anything to go by. All the same, it was benefiting her tonight, and she’d be sure to repay the favour by buying him a drink and redirecting him into the arms of an equally gorgeous woman before midnight. 

“Just wait out here for me, cutie, okay? I won’t be long, I promise,” she insisted, catching the look of uncertainty that crossed his features. She knew how desperately Duncan hated to go against her father’s orders, particularly given how many drivers she’d given the slip, sneaking out of some side exit while they were dutifully awaiting her return. Not tonight though – tonight she had plans. “Don’t look at me like that, Duncy! I mean it. Eli doesn’t even know I’m coming to steal him away, so we need to give him a few minutes to get ready, okay?” 

With those parting words, she slipped out of the limousine, onto the sidewalk and started heading towards the lobby of Eli’s building. 

As eager as she was to make the most of the night, she hated thinking of Elias all alone up there, ringing in the New Year on his own. For the second year running, she found that she hadn’t been privy to Jaxxy’s plans, and Matty had informed her – with a look of sadness so great she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d excel in the Gay Porn industry – that Eli hadn’t been up for talking much lately, so much so that he’d turned down his best friend’s invitation to come and party. But that simply wouldn’t do, and if she had to kick off her heels and throw herself down onto the sofa next to him for the night just to ensure he wasn’t alone, then so be it. He was hurting, that much was obvious, but there wasn’t a hope in hell she’d let him do it alone. Not anymore, not on her watch. 

Catching sight of herself in the mirror as the doors to the elevator opened, Annie smirked. God, she looked good. Scooching her way in, she gave her lipstick one last touch up, fixed her curls, and hopped off at the third floor. The walk to Eli’s apartment was as natural to her as wandering the walls of her parent’s own mansion. She’d always loved it at Eli’s. It was cosy, homely even, and this very building housed one of her favourite people in the entire world. She gave his front door a delicate rap of her knuckles and waited, patiently – or so she thought – for him to answer. 

Barely a minute had passed before Annie grew impatient and she gave the door another knock, this time a little harder. 

“Elias! It’s just me!” she called out, confident he’d recognise her voice without context. Annie wasn’t afraid of drawing attention to herself, but she knew Eli was a lot shyer than her. “If you don’t answer, I’ll knock the whole thing down myself! These heels are very sturdy, honey!” 

[anniebaxterthefuture]

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[anniebaxterthefuture]

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keeping this cutie out of trouble 😘😘😘 (the flowers are for matty who we’re on the way to get from the airport)