" No, Come On, Just Indulge Me For Half A Second, " There's An Edge Of Excitement, Pencils Coming To

" no, come on, just indulge me for half a second, " there's an edge of excitement, pencils coming to a halt as he glances across at them. " if you were a superhero, or even an anti-hero, what's the one superpower you'd choose ? " closed ft. @delightfms

" oh, please, apollo— as if ! " she's almost insulted he thinks she'd be so obvious about it, as if she hadn't perfected her sleuthing skills at a young age. flicks perfectly curled locks behind her shoulder, subtle roll of her eyes. " if i was stalking you, you wouldn't know about it. besides, i actually have a life. " how ironic that she says such a thing as she's trying to snoop at what he's buying. " i simply spotted you across the way, thought i'd come and say hi, see if today might just be the day i get you to open yourself up to love and let me set you up on a few dates. " he's handsome, has good posture. two things she won't admit to him out loud, but she knows there'd be many of her clients eager to be set up on a date with him.

LOCATION: seaglass heights farmers market STATUS: closed / noa braunstein @dreamerfms

call it a sixth sense-- performer's intuition, if you will. apollo can always tell when someone is looking his way for more than a glance, even while he's in the process of buying fresh green juice. he hands cash over to the owner of the stall and turns around before making the other aware he's noticed them. "stalking me, braunstein? what, did you slip an airtag in my pocket or something?"

✈️ (airplane) for ace, ❤️ (red heart) for king, 💭 (thought balloon) for nova

✈️ AIRPLANE — have you travelled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?

“ well, yeah . . . yeah, i’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces. like in amsterdam i learned that i have a really low tolerance for weed, and realistically i shouldn’t smoke it. is it gonna stop me ? no. but it was an eye-opening experience . . . or maybe i couldn’t actually keep my eyes open at all— honestly, i’m still not sure. the memories are pretty hazy. but in all seriousness, travelling made me realize that the world is big— like really big, and i’m just a guy with an even bigger lack of direction. but at the end of the day, you know, it’s okay to be lost. as long as you eventually find a good bar, you’ll be fine. there's nothing a couple of beers can't fix. "

❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?

“ my love languages ? i guess you could say i’m big on acts of service and gift-giving. talk is pretty cheap, honestly. people can say a whole lot without it meaning much at all. i’m the guy who’ll pull strings to make your problems disappear, or whisk you away on a spontaneous weekend trip to paris because why just say i care when i can show it in a way you’ll always remember, even if things don’t work out ? but it’s not just the big gestures. it’s paying attention. surprising them with that thing they spoke about weeks ago, recreating a memory they want to relive. or the simple things like memorising their coffee order. actions mean way more than words in my opinion. "

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?

“ that’s a pretty deep question. lately, i guess i find myself thinking a lot about who i want to become. by twenty-eight, i should probably have a clearer sense of that, but i spent so much time trying to meet others expectations that i lost sight of my own path. now i'm rediscovering myself, i think it’s natural to wonder where i’ll end up, whether i’ll ever fully find that resolution, or if it’s just a continuous journey of self-exploration. either way, at least it's something i'm doing for myself, on my own terms. "

Regular gym experience

favorite fran fine outfits → season 4 (pt. 2)

his grin falters, look of pure horror ushered the other's way. " hold up, did you just say avocado ? on a hotdog ? what kind of crime against humanity is that ? that's like when people get a veggie pizza— or worse, serve salad at a barbeque ! " despite his protest, he's lazily getting to his feet, feels like he's swaying back and forth and he just might be. " i don't put anything that healthy into my body. all of this ? " he pauses, motions towards his body with a faux sense of pride, " pure junk. " follows, hesitantly, nodding his head but not much is really going in. if he's being honest, he wants to sink into the sofa and stay there for as long as possible. " every summer, huh ? neat. "

leon looks over at his friend and grins widely. it amuses him when ace gets like this. it's fascinating to see how his brain works. "have you ever been to nyc?" the blond asks as he bends his legs, preparing to stand up. "they know nothing 'bout hotdogs. they don't even put avocado in it. total bullshit," he says. "let's go to the store." usually, leon hates cooking. but when he's as high as now, it's actually pretty fun. they only need the buns and the store is around the corner. "come on, we're having italian hotdogs for dinner," he says as he stands up. "i learned to eat proper hotdogs back in chile. did i ever tell you my godmother lives there? i spent every teenage summer in valparaíso. now, come on. we got a mission."