His Grin Falters, Look Of Pure Horror Ushered The Other's Way. " Hold Up, Did You Just Say Avocado ?

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."

" 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

she's on it, quick and efficient as always. gracefully pushing up onto her knees as she turns to poppy. " okay, let me get a good look at you. " perfect, she thinks. because how could her best friend be anything but ? " well i see no improvements to be made, but . . . a little vitamin c never hurt anyone. let's get our glow on. but remember, " she adds, voice slightly stern, " do not forget to put on your spf. we don't want to age prematurely. " in the blink of an eye she's on her feet, doesn't take her long at all to locate all the things she needs, from a headband to a brush to the face mask itself. so perfectly organized she knows where everything is kept. an enthusiastic gasp escapes her as she turns back, her eyes gleaming with excitement. " oh my god, let me, please. i've been eyeing up the olivia von halle silksatin pyjamas for so long, this feels like the perfect excuse. "

"i am most definitely begging you for a self-care day, bestie." poppy hummed, slumping down in noa's bed. she hummed, taking in the room. she always loved how aesthetically pleasing her roommate was. everything was organized and lovely just like her. she could've sworn the sun even shown brighter and warmer in there. you took a look in the other's room and while organized, it was not as pretty as this one. noa's room always brought a type of comfort to poppy just like her best friend did. "hmm i will let you take a look at my very tired face and tell me what i need." she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "i also think we need new matching pjs." she stated. "so i will be ordering some later. can't tell me no, its a must."

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

noa's smile turns into a grimace the moment he places the cigarette between his lips, hand waving in front of her face dramatically before any smoke is created. " ugh, seriously ? at least wait until i'm out if the vicinity. i don't want to be infected by your second-hand smoke, thank you very much. " the brunette takes a quick step back, fixing her outfit before she composes herself once again. just because he smoked didn't mean he was undeserving of love. someone out there wouldn't hate it, that she's sure of. " well, the rockstar appeal can also attract the wrong kind of people. that's where i come in. this is one of those situations where you'd just have to trust me. i can't give away my secrets. "

"ouch," leon chuckles when the other says they're not interested in him. it doesn't hurt too much. "a matchmaker? what do you do?" he wonders. he has been looking to date. or at least hook up. the whole thing with his ex is still on his mind and he wants -needs- to forget about her. it's too painful. "i guess it's the rockstar appeal," the blond teases as he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and brings one to his lips. "i do like to think i'm not an asshole, i try really hard. but there are people out there that ... you know."

✈️ (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. "