" I Mean, Think Of It This Way, I Get More Excited To See You Than Most Because I Know When We Do Get

" i mean, think of it this way, i get more excited to see you than most because i know when we do get together, we get to spill every little life detail that's happened in between. " gossip, basically. no matter how she tries to spin it, noa braunstein is obsessed with a good story. the brunette nods, casually sipping her wine— much needed after a long week. " i know what you mean. but the problem with guys like that is, once you fix them up they suddenly think they can do better. like, hello ? no one likes an ego trip. they act like they're all that and completely forget you were the one who upgraded them in the first place. and by the time they realize you were the best thing to ever happen to them, it's too late. the damage is done. besides, true love is accepting someone for who they are, flaws and all. unfortunately for him, socks with sandals ? not a flaw i can look past. " noa sees the smirk forming and instantly gives celeste her full attention before she even speaks. when she finally does, noa squeals with excitement, practically leaping forward to grab her friend's arm " what do you mean it's no big deal ? it's so a big deal. tell me everything. "

"i'm pretty sure time is relative, or whatever it is they say," she would've said anything to get noa to agree with her, even if she wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about. of course, celeste didn't actually expect her to move, she just had a penchant for being right. "i can't argue with a girl's closet though, so as painful as it is to say, you have me beat on this one." her hand covered her heart, face dropping into a pout as she tucked her legs under her. she was making valid points, which only solidified celeste's theory that there must be something wrong with her. where noa was disgusted, she would've been endeared, planning the project in lengthy detail and attempting to execute it promptly. "no i get it, i really do, i guess i just think there's something hot about a man that needs you, y'know ? but i'm acutely aware that i need help, so maybe don't take my advice on this one ?" a grape popped into her mouth as she thought of everything that had happened to her this week, smirk growing and scooting herself closer. "well, i did meet a guy and get his number. but it's no big deal, i swear !"

Maude Apatow  on Late Night with Seth Meyers wearing vintage Thierry Mugler.

" nobody actually likes avocado, man. no one can convince me it's not one big collective lie. people just say they like it because it makes them sound trendy. like, oh, look at me, i eat green mush and pretend it doesn’t taste like nothing. " he'll never understand the craze, though he's not exactly an expert. he's the type of person to easily burn toast, so he can't be expected to know good cuisine. " alright, let's go. less talking, more walking. still think we should have doordashe'd though. "

leon laughs, he doesn't know the difference between noodles and pasta either. "i have no idea," he says. smiling when the other agrees to a beer, the blond makes his way towards the front door. "alright, grumpy," he teases. "i didn't know you didn't like avocado. that's a rare breed, man. at least have tomato and mayo on it. or ketchup if that's more your style. anyway, i'm starving," he says. every time he gets the munchies, leon's stomach starts growling. sometimes it's annoying as fuck, especially if he's working or something. but now he's chilling with ace so it's fine.

" hey, even superheroes have flaws okay ? we can't all be perfect. and if i'm on a late night snack run and there's only one pack of sour gummies left, then they're going home with me. " he's only half-joking, though he does take his snack game very seriously. " well, i still think pausing time would be the best one regardless of moral stance, but in the name of switching it up . . . i'd say reality manipulation. being able to make people see things that aren't really there would come in useful, you know, hypothetically. what about you ? "

poppy smirks softly, listening to ace explain why he chose the power to pause. "i know you said it wouldn't be in an evil way.. but if you think about it, really think about it, taking the last of a favorite snack off a shelf right as someone else is about to grab it screams chaotic evil, does it not ??" the redhead let out a soft laugh. it really wasn't all that serious, but funny to really think about. "kidding, kidding.. switch it though. if you were a villain, what power or strength would you want ??"

it's the only time you'll witness him be fully quiet, deeply engrossed in what he's doing. art truly his saving grace over the years, an outlet for his thoughts, emotions. it's been nice to find a friend with a similar interest. it's comfortable here with ronnie. her words filter in and he blinks, eyes feeling a little fuzzy. " i don't know if it's the hunger that's making me feel a little light-headed, or the fact i've been holding in a pee for at least the last hour, " he muses, and when he finally glances across at her, he's nodding. " yeah, yep . . . a break feels very necessary. you wanna order some food ? i'm so hungry even the paints starting to look edible. "

@dreamerfms // ronnie's loft

splatters of paint covered her hands, the apron around ronnie's waist giving little refuge from the canvas in front of her. the break in concentration reminded her of ace's presence in the room, head shooting up to make sure he hadn't left. "how's it goin over there ?" she called out, hoping the distraction would be welcome. long nights were common for these two, enabling each other to work until their hands couldn't take it any longer. "maybe we should take a break. i almost forgot i was a person for a second there."

               kingsley raises an eyebrow, his signature smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leans back casually in his chair. “ easy there, tiger, ” responds with an amused chuckle, trying to figure out where this conversation is going. " before i go encouraging you to use violence, i might need a little more detail. who are we talking about ? "

               anger  was  an  emotion  that  cami  knew  well,  especially  when  it  involved  a  competition  —  although  most  competitions  happened  within  her  mind  rather  than  communicated  with.  “  she’s  five  feet  of  insidious  snark  with  a  side  ponytail,  and  i  just  wanna  grab  it  and  i  wanna  yank  it  really,  really  hard.  ”     +     @dreamerfms