#ellictss

[sayrcs-blog]

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     sayre didn’t have notifications on for much on her phone. she despised the distractions that they wrought on her –– how a few simple clicks could lead her down the tunnel of hours on end wasted. it usually ended in her wishing she could have something she could never or wanting to looking like something she could never obtain. the only exception to this rule ? of course, the host of the rank. she always wanted to keep tabs on grace –– and for once –– it came in handy. the vibration on her phone drew her eyes away from the antiquated words that were beginning to mesh together on the paper and towards her screen. a swift swipe and sayre found herself with a face full of something she didn’t expect.

     she was scanning the screen –– jaw practically on the floor. her heart was thudding and as she was reading the caption her eyes honed in on one word, a name: elliot. in all other circumstances, she most likely would have gone straight to the source himself ( her boyfriend ), but that didn’t seem like the rational thing to do in this moment. instead, she tossed the book closed, using a pencil as her bookmark. she stormed out of the room and luckily she didn’t even have to waste time putting shoes on. elliot lived in the same house.

     without even knocking she pushed the door open expecting to see anything but also expecting not to care about any of it. she had a mission. “do you CARE to explain ? he was with you after all –– it looks like YOU get the credit in this scenario.” she tried to remain calm, but the heat was rising from her chest to her face. it wasn’t just anger, but it was also embarrassment. how could something like this happen ? was she not good enough ?

[baebrams-blog]

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[senaseung-blog]

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🏃 - Are they athletic?

“ team sports aren’t really my thing, but i work out almost every day, either running, swimming, or doing some pilates. i mean, my metabolism isn’t that good. ”

🚬 - Do they drink/do drugs?

“ yeah of course, i mean, who doesn’t ?? but only recreationally and only the good shit. ”

[cloistcrs-blog]

5 / 11 / 12

5: Does your muse have any phobias?

“ none thankfully. i used to be terrified of bees --- i have an allergy --- but i don’t think it could be considered a phobia ?? more of a ‘i-don’t-want-to-die-please-stay-over-there’ sorta thing ?? ”

11: How important is family to your muse?

" i don’t think i’d be where i am today without them. they went to every sports game, to every show in college --- they supported me even when i decided to move to california which was absolutely a crazy thing for me to do. they see every movie, they text me every day. i could never say thank you enough to my parents. and maisie, jude, and ben are the best --- i joke they keep me grounded. one day they’re gonna pull out embarassing halloween photos. can’t say i’m excited for that --- but it’ll for sure be funny. ”

12: What is your muse's happiest memory from their childhood?

“ my nana is a serious woman. she likes order and i swear she can spot a fingerprint on glass with her eyes shut, but she would hold our family dinners on sunday. one day, out of the blue, she shouts ‘food fight’ --- my severe nana who i didn’t think could smile ‘til i was maybe eight --- and starts throwing balled-up napkins at everyone. it was unexpected and everyone got in on it. and then my sister, she was eight, reached for the dessert --- a monstrosity of cherries and icing --- and threw it smack dab in my pop pop’s face. the room went silent and then everyone burst out laughing. it was chaotic and messy and it was just... good. it was good. ”

[beaxmartin-blog]

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📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours.

“ i don’t know why you need sources when you can just watch the damn show. give us the ratings we deserve, okay ? if you watched would know know that no, elliot is still my friend, no, he’s not a drug dealer, no, i don’t hate him, and honestly, you vultures need to step the fuck back and think about why you want to believe that a dumbass who runs a party planning company sells drugs, okay ? because you’re talking to me, and i’m not going to let you eke by with this gross, racis — yeah, el, they’re gone. come on. hurry up, drunky the expolorer. that only works once, then they decide that racism sells in america. so, move. i do not want to be on the daily mail’s snapchat story. ”

💬 for a text my muse would send about yours to a third party.

03:54 bea martin 📲 [ PRIVATE] : hey, elliot lost his keys in the club somewhere and he’s sleeping off his future hangover in my room so you wanna come help me look for them? i do not want to have to let his bitch ass in every day until he gets a new set03:55 bea martin 📲 [ PRIVATE] : club’s in weho, it’ll be fun i guess03:55 bea martin 📲 [ PRIVATE] : well, we can make if fun03:55 bea martin 📲 [ PRIVATE] : i’ll clean your dishes if you help i don’t wanna go alone04:00 [ PRIVATE ]   04:01 bea martin 📲 [ PRIVATE] : thank you lorde baby jesus i love you just gonna make sure elliot’s on his side then i’ll meet you out front kay?

💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.

“ trust me when i say you’re not his type. like, yeah, he likes brown eyes, but babe, the tits are kind of a deal breaker for him. no, no, i don’t mean he likes— elliot is gay, dear god. do you even watch the show ? fuck, does anyone watch the show ?? is my income source getting cancelled ??? give me your shot. give me it. thanks. ”