ellie's garden

just one more day !!

[yourcinluv]

one more day … in ellie's garden .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ muse blog for ciderpointhq

gwynevere bianchi - 29 ( kennedy mcmann )   ▶︎ it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero 

owen wright - 34 ( jordan calloway )  ▶︎ an incantation like an anti-curse, or is it a blessing? 

winnifred amarin - 26 ( jamie juthapich )  ▶︎ i've been up on the pedestal, but tonight i just wanna fall

winston su - 35 ( derek luh )  ▶︎ am i the boy you dreamed of? living in your self conscious

winter nacar - 32 ( pinar deniz )  ▶︎  and i got bad news, but i didn't fight 

[yourcinluv]

there was a lot to celebrate on the night of february 8th, 2015. the west end kids won all three awards they were nominated for, they opened the show with a performance loved by fans and critics alike, and their second global tour sold out two nights prior. the west end kids were on top of the world.  until they weren't.  just outside the staples stadium, fans and paparazzi spotted winston su exchanging heated conversation with his best friend and bandmate. no one knows how the argument began or what words were exchanged, save from the parties involved, but everyone knows exactly how it ended: with winston su's fist sent into the other's jaw. instead of spending their night closing down the chateau marmont, the west end kids spent it crammed into a tiny interrogation room at the nearest los angeles police department. even a decade later, the details remain blurry — who started the argument? what did they possibly have to fight about? if all was forgiven, why break up the band? most importantly, will the world ever know? 

[asystolle]

SEX AND THE CITY 5.06 | Critical Condition

[yourcinluv]

@grxndvoile

[fcreverlasting]

"oh, that's—" her lips stretch to a thin line, voice drops to a whisper. "nico's." she'll just buy him more before he runs out. he'll probably insist it's fine, but let her do it anyway, for her own peace of mind. "no, thank you. I already had breakfast." coffee and picking at random things in the fridge counts as breakfast, right? "did you come all the way here holding that bowl?" isn't even her most baffled question, but it seems the easiest. "what's going on?"

[yourcinluv]

“i just don't think that's true.” but he shrugs, plops himself down onto her couch and props his feet atop the coffee table. “but whatever, your loss. i buckled it into the passenger's seat, duh.” he shovels another bite into his mouth, then pats the spot next to him. “you weren't texting me back, so i came to make sure you weren't dead in a ditch. you're welcome!”

[heartbreakisnotendless]

Wren raised her eyebrows. "I mean, you've done choreography for dancing, that would help with the footwork." She reasoned and eternally slapped herself for giving up her front as a fan of West End Kids. She would be more careful about him being her favorite member, because this was slowly becoming less true. "Tarot doesn't actually work like that." She explained. "It gives you direction that you can take or ignore, but at the end it's your path."

[yourcinluv]

there it is. smirk pulls into a shit eating grin, but he doesn't draw too much attention to it. yet. “you're right, i totally have the footwork down. it comes with the territory, you know.” head tilts. “you got a favorite dance move of mine?” there were so many fuck ass ones to choose from, but winston would never dream of disappointing a fan. “right.” he nods, features scrunching as he thought. “but have you ever done a reading that just, like, totally blew your mind? just, like, absolute batshit this person is gonna crush it for the rest of all time?” 

[invlsiblestring]

her arms wrap around his neck, and he pauses for a moment. but relief soon washes over him, and he's quick to return the embrace, patting her back gently. " i bought your piano, " he repeats, fighting back his own emotions. she really is the best friend he could ask for, and being able to do this for her brings him so much joy. " and you can have it whenever you want. i can have it delivered to your house by tomorrow morning, or it can stay here a while longer and we can practise together. like old times. " pulls back, arms dropping to her shoulders. " you're happy, right ? i . . . did the right thing ? "

[yourcinluv]

infamously, winnie had always been a little slow to react, always needed a little extra time to process whatever she was feeling. so it doesn't surprise her that it takes this long for her eyes to water, throat to swell, nose to itch. he pulls away before the first tear can fall and she's caught between relief that she won't soil her shirt and embarrassment that such a raw emotion is on display. “yeah, keni, you knocked it out of the park,” she laughs, even has her hand lifts to catch the tears as the fall. sniffling, she turns toward the piano, fingertips reaching out to run across the keys. “sorry, just — i don't know what to say. i didn't think i'd ever see it again and — fuck! you bought my piano! and it's just been sitting in here? for eight years?" 

[tiidepools]

corinne  fires  back  a  bright   ❛  hi!  ❜   at  winnie  as  her  gaze  drifts  to  the  cookies,  a  look  on  her  face  somewhere  between  curious  and  captured  indicates  she’s  entirely  unaware  of  the  other’s  feelings  of  mild  surprise.   ❛  are  you  sure?  you  weren’t  taking  these  to  somebody  else?  ❜

[yourcinluv]

it's treacherous, the way her cheeks warm at the other's question. “oh!” eyes flit around their surroundings. “yes. elias, but…" clearing her throat, she shrugs, trying her hardest to make the action look as natural as possible. “i'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing. favorite sister and all.” 

[creaturec0mfort]

wilson  doesn't  hesitate  to  take  the  pen  and  paper  before  he  even  knows  what  his  assignment  is,  eyebrows  shooting  up  in  interest,  “somethin'  cute  or  should  i  go  silly?”  he  hunches  over  the  counter  slightly,  looking  up  at  winnie,  “does  the  husband  give  golfer  vibes?  i  think  i  got  an  idea.”  he  tells  her,  starting  to  draw  a  tiny  body  on  the  receipt. 

[yourcinluv]

“go silly. really ham it up. it's been constant dad jokes for the last hour, and he's definitely paying.” she pushes up onto her tiptoes, eyes watching his movement carefully. a small smile tugs on the corners of her mouth as he leans over. “golfer's good; go with your gut, wil. just remember: if you fuck it up, i'll lose my job and it'll all be your fault.”

[pastlifc]

all  he  can  do  is  laugh  as  she  shouts  at  him,  eyes  focused  on  the  cards  in  his  hand  and  placing  them  into  the  center  in  succession  as  quickly  as  he  can.  he's  got  a  good  flow  going,  perhaps  gets  a  little  too  COCKY,  taking  a  second  to  sneak  a  peak  over  to  winnie's  hands  and  smacks  his  lips  as  she  drops  a  card  before  him.  "everyone  knows  you've  gotta  be  quicker  than  that  !"  he  finally  retorts,  though  in  this  moment,  he  knows  he's  not  one  to  talk.  smile  is  cemented  onto  his  features  as  he  pulls  from  his  extras  pile,  hoping  for  an  ace  to  beef  up  his  hand.  "slow  reflexes  can  be  fixed,  win.  DON'T  WORRY  !"

[yourcinluv]

she doesn't dare attempt a glance in his direction, all of her focus funneled into their game. until she plays a string of cards — three then four then back down to three. as she takes three more from her extra piles, winnie steals a look at his and curses under her breath when she pulls two kings. “whatever. you gave me all the shitty cards. double cheater." fingers tap against one of the cards in question, hoping to slide in quick enough once an ace comes into play. “no wonder i'm the only one who'll play with you,” but she laughs as she says it, eyes sparkling as they dart around the table.

[fxdedmoon]

"You know, I hadn't actually thought that far ahead," he admitted. "Oh, wait!" Nick remembered a trick he learned in college. He pulled his keychain out of his pocket, using his house key to nestle the cap off the bottle in his other hand. He handed Winter the opened bottle. "Aha! Still got it... Don't tell anyone I work with about that."

[yourcinluv]

“oh, don't even worry about it at all. i swear, i feel like my brain goes right out the window the second i clock off.” hand lifts to demonstrate what that might look like, swooping close to her forehead. she watches as he pops the cap off and claps once he's finished. “you're secret's totally safe with me, i swear.” and just so he knows she's serious, she crosses her heart before accepting the bottle. “for what it's worth, it's a really cool trick! i never really had the chance to learn it. obviously.” 

[harder2lie]

“oh,”  is  followed  by  a  slight  pout  —  though  rory  doesn't  particularly  care  either  way.  it  just  sucks  to  be  wrong  sometimes.  “you're  sayin'  he  has  a  science  kink?  i  don't,  like,  judge  but  -  like  --  ”  blinks  a  few  times,  train  of  thought  already  off  the  track.  “yeah.  you  kn'what  i  mean?”  hopes  she  does,  because  he  doesn't  think  he  has  the  mental  capacity  to  even  try  to  explain  it.  “alaska  –  ”  nods  his  head  like  it  makes  sense,  because  do  people  have  high  need  of  doctor's  in  alaska?  maybe  he's  not  being  as  open  minded  as  he  thinks  he  is.  people  who  live  in  the  cold  deserve  care,  too.  “what  were  you  doing  there?”

[yourcinluv]

“no! no, i didn't say science kink,” she laughs, head shaking until he asks if she understands. seamlessly, she transitions to nodding. “but yes, i know what you mean. he has a…predilection for science, surely. and good for him, i guess. someone has to make all of the sci-fi movies, right? they're big for a reason!” truthfully, it had never been her favorite genre. she much preferred historical fiction, but who was she to judge? “oh, i did the travel nurse thing for a really long time. hopped around where there were openings. alaska was…interesting.” difficult. she meant to say difficult, but winter has a hard time saying anything negative. “but so, so beautiful.” 

[wildestdrexms]

nesrin  felt  a  little  guilty  as  she  sat  beside  her  friend.  she'd  pulled  herself  away  a  little  since  her  fight  with  luke.  she  decided  in  that  moment,  that  she'd  make  a  little  more  effort.  her  friends  were  too  important  to  her  to  hide  away  from  now.  "  but  i  can't  be  the  reason  why  your  dream  doesn't  come  true!  "  nesrin  squeaked.  it  may  be  silly  but  she  had  always  believed  in  things  like  that.  it  was  a  part  of  the  childlike  wonder  that  she  refused  to  give  up  on.  "  so  don't  tell  me!  i  don't  want  to  know.  "

[yourcinluv]

laughter pours out of her, sends her sideways once more until her head settles in the crook of nesrin's shoulder. winter has to contort herself a little to fit, and she'll likely wake up with a knot tomorrow morning, but she just can't bring herself to care right now. “oh, come on, nes, that's just what people say because they're too embarrassed to share what they're wishing about.” still, she mimes locking her lips and throwing away the key. after a brief pause, her head tilts up, eyes softening as she studies the other's profile. “how are you doing?” 

[ecrivainlcvande]

Maureen beams brightly at Winter’s enthusiastic response, laughing softly as she hands the thermos lid over. “Existed, and let me bask in it,” she teases, flashing Winter another playful smile. She smiles and takes the blanket, draping it around her shoulders. “I’ve, like, visited big cities and stuff, like on vacation, but mostly I’ve lived here,” she says. “As totally corny as it sounds, I don’t think I could really imagine living somewhere where you can’t see the stars.” She giggles. “I guess I’m more of a tourist or whatever, but you know what comes with being a tourist? Souvenirs. And we love souvenirs.” She thinks about it for a second. “Definitely one per meteor,” she says. “But, like, you really have to have your eye on it, you know? It can’t just be one you see out of the corner of your eye. To make it fair.”

[yourcinluv]

her head shakes as her cheeks warm and winter's quick to wave away her compliment. another sip as maureen talks and then her head is really shaking. “not corny at all! as someone who's lived kind of everywhere, let me just say: it's always better when you can see the stars." it made her feel a little smaller, anyway, when everything just felt so big. “seasons, too. a lot of people totally take seasons for granted. but there's just nothing like the first snowfall, or when the breeze starts to smell like summer. oh my gosh, love a souvenir!” her house is full of them, something small from each place she's lived over the years. “okay, that's a fair stipulation i can totally accept that. i'll have to think of more wishes, then. i usually just stick to the one.” 

[satinarchive]

her gaze flickered from the record in her hands to winter, her smile growing just enough to soften the otherwise composed expression she wore so effortlessly. "owning your music." she repeated the words thoughtfully, almost testing how they sounded. "i think that's closer to the truth than most audiophiles would care to admit." she slid the vinyl carefully back into its sleeve, treating it with the same quiet respect she'd give an old first edition. "people love to argue about sound quality, but i suspect what they're really buying is permanence." her eyes drifted across the shelves, lined with decades of other people's memories. "streaming is convenient, but vinyl asks something of you. you have to choose it, take care of it, make room for it." a faint laugh escaped her. "it's terribly impractical." she looked back at winter, one brow lifting. "which, of course, makes it irresistible." the corner of her mouth curved into something knowingly amused. "collectors understand something everyone else forgets, that value isn't always measured by usefulness." she tapped the edge of the sleeve lightly against her palm. "sometimes it's about the story attached to the thing. where you found it. who gave it to you. what was happening the first time you played it." her gaze settled briefly on the turntable spinning behind the counter before returning to the other woman. "tell me," she said, curiosity replacing the teasing edge in her voice. "if the building caught fire and you had time to save exactly one record from your collection..." she tilted her head, the question delivered with the casual confidence of someone who enjoyed seeing how people revealed themselves. "...which one are you walking out with?"

[yourcinluv]

music has always played a big part in winter's life, but she didn't necessarily know a lot about it. and as much as everyone who knows her knows she can talk up a storm, she likes to listen, too. learn. so she nods along, soft smile lining her lips. “it always makes me a little sad when you see piles and piles of tapes and cds and records sitting in crates at an estate sale, you know? i mean, my car doesn't even play cds anymore. but you're very right, it's about the story.” isn't that what life, generally, was really about, though? “oh gosh,” she laughs lightly, the knuckle of her pointer finger lifting to rub between her brows. “i don't know, i have this glen miller record. you know, big swing band with the loud trumpets. it's a live recording with a full orchestra and, i don't know, it just sounds like summer to me.” shoulders lift slightly, smile small as she settles her gaze on the other. “what about you?”

[earlyblues]

“well  …  yes,  a  full  look  takes  at  least  an  hour.  but  that's  BEAUTIFUL  GIRL  TIME,  and  anyone  who  loves  you  will  be  willing  to  wait  or  even  participate  in  the  getting  ready  process.”  she  kneels  on  the  ground  and  starts  going  through  her  bag.  “what  do  you  want  to  do  with  your  hair  ?  i  brought  a  straightener,  a  curling  iron,  even  a  crimper  if  you  feel  like  going  back  to  the  early  2000s.  hair  alone  usually  takes  about  fifteen  minutes,  depending  on  how  much  help  you  have  and  how  good  your  reach  is.”  clearly  honey  was  used  to  presenting  herself  in  a  number  of  different  ways.  “plus,  there's  some  dancing  involved,  to  help  pass  the  time.  so  …  WHAT'S  ON  YOUR  GETTING  READY  PLAYLIST  ?”

[yourcinluv]

“well…i'm very excited to see why it takes so long!” and she means it. it's a little embarrassing, but until winter moved to cider point, she didn't have much ‘ beautiful girl time ’. and she's trying to soak up every second of it with the women she's found, just in case it runs out. a smile slowly stretches across her lips. “oh my god, i've never used a crimper before. i mean, i did the, like, doing small braids thing to try and crimp my hair, but i wasn't allowed to have a real crimper.” but her face falls a little at her next question, nose scrunching. “i'm not really a playlist kind of girl, to be honest. i usually just put on a fall out boy album and call it a day. or i podcast.” she can hear how boring it must sound, especially to someone as fun and lively and tuned in as honey. “but i want the full experience! so just put on what you would normally put on!” 

[rainbowxsouls]

Tabby was perusing the science fiction section like always, unknowingly pausing over Todd's book. The memory of their last meeting slid through her head like a montage, with random close ups of the bob of his throat or the shift in his eye color. Not to mention the Disney love songs playlist in her earbuds just amplifying everything. But before her thoughts could spiral further into outlandish and fanciful concepts, a arm shot out next to her face and she let out a half aborted scream. Clutching her chest, she turned around quickly, slamming into the bookshelf. "What the hell man, I have headphones in! You just scared me out of my fucking shoes!" She whispered, pulling out the little white earbud. His smile helped ease the sudden surprise she had. "And your lies won't work, I already read the book. And from the few meetings I've had with the author, I've found him to be pleasant."

[yourcinluv]

owen's hands automatically fly out, hovering over her shoulders as she screams. his eyes widen, head shakes, and an apology pours out before he can think twice. “shit, man, i'm so sorry. i really didn't mean to scare you, i thought you saw me comin'.” and as much as the apology was automatic, so was the smile that curved his lips, but only once she's noticeably settled. “liar is a little strong, don't you think?” he's being pedantic, and he knows it, but words meant something to owen. “everyone's entitled to their own opinion. i think it's great you enjoyed the book. someone's gotta pay his bills, right?” keeps hit tone light and throws in a chuckle so she knows he's mostly joking. “i'm just happy to hear he's nice to somebody.” 

[fxdedmoon]

“Now that’d be a fare worse than death!” he exclaimed, jokingly. “Uhh, fife might be a little hard to learn without prior wind instrument experience. Not impossible though. Why the sudden interest?”

[yourcinluv]

“damn,” he sighs, shaking his head despite knowing this was likely the answer. “what if the person learning was fueled by stubbornness and unwavering confidence in themselves?” what he fails to mention is that owen has zero music ability. “my seniors are doing a quarter on american literature. i thought a fife might pull their attention. might even get a powdered wig, bang a drum.”