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#musings.#do you ever just nick miller yourself through life?

✉ destiny's child

mitsuki: thoughts?

mitsuki: https://64.media.tumblr.com/7edc1ea61474a4506bb8e9dc28a39b81/014dd5f976e98c9b-ae/s500x750/d868d80804f2926be1f761351d98f25b3391e76c.jpg

mitsuki: 🐥🐥🐥

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨: it's a duck?

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨: please tell me you did not get a duck.

gael: i really thought you were gonna send something spicy

gael: ...and i was right

gael: this is the kind of content why i haven't blocked any of you

gael: also since mateo has pretty much relinquished his rights to be the godfather, i volunteer

#( t: mateo. )#( t: mitsuki. )#if i fucked up again then y'all deal with it

dylan

in general, she had a pretty good poker face when it came to feelings but now sitting across from him? dylan couldn’t quite figure out why she so desperately needed the menu to aid in hiding any threat of flushed cheeks from him. the redness of his cheeks brings about a small smile to her lips as she looks up at him through her lashes, keeping the menu sitting up as to not be obvious. she almost huffs at his liquor choice, with the full menu up to his choosing, dylan was admittedly a little disappointed with his lack of adventure. “how flattering,” she retorts a little too easily. wounded by his words too much for her own liking but covered up with a tight lipped, almost sweet smirk. brow arches up as he speaks again and lips fall into a more genuine smile. stupid feelings bubbling in the pit of her stomach, completely messing with her meticulously planned facade. “so, um,” why was this making her nervous? “your cousin texted me about you. guess she’s put you on blast on the dating market.”

How he had end up sitting on the same table as Dylan? It made no sense. Just like it hadn’t make any sense when they matched on Tinder, and Gael could have sworn that she simply made a mistake and swung on the wrong side. Even now, he still wondered if that had happened but he thinks it’s better for his sanity to keep that unknown. He looks at her and he can’t combat the goofy smile that is forming on his lips as he observes her looking at the menu, the second she looks up to meet his gaze, he drops his. Who knew eye contact was this hard? It was when the girl sitting across from you is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He’s concerned that she’d taken his words the wrong way and it’s not until she smiles that the nerves accumulating within him quell. A second apology begins to form in his throat when she speaks again and the next sentence almost causes him to choke. After an embarrassing coughing fit and now that he can breath again he finally says, “What do you mean?” Maybe she was confusing him with another person. Plenty of people had cousins on campus, it couldn’t be Louisa. “I’m not— I did not authori—” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath before mumbling, “¡Malparida! La voy a matar, ahora si que la mato.” Then it hits him the rest of the sentence and the context of it all. “Wait, is that why you wanted to meet?”

#( c: dylan. )#translation he's gonna kill louisa

bianca

Ice cream healed all wounds. That was how it worked. Ice packs for outside bruises, ice cream for inside ones. Bianca didn’t make the rules. Waiting outside of Gael’s door, hand rapped in a little knocking pattern that they’d adopted as their own. A little signature. “Gael? Don’t tell me you ran away…” There were a lot of questions she had about how he was feeling after the Valentine’s Day ordeal, but they couldn’t all be thrown at her friend at once. By now, they knew that wasn’t a good idea. “They’re gonna run out of all the good cones.” closed @gaelballesteros

He probably is wearing an extra layer of clothing for the weather. It’s not that cold for someone who is used to it but for this Californian boy he was freezing and he hoped that the ice cream freeze his brain enough to not feel cold anymore. He walks out of his room with a scarf in his hand. “Do you think I need the scarf?” he asks and he already thinks he knows what she’s gonna say. “I’m coming, I just don’t want to leave this world courtesy of hypothermia,” he says with a smile as he zips up his jacket. “This is insane but I’m only risking my health because you love ice cream.”

#( c: bianca. )

emilia

“I know, I want a new game.” her jade hues are scanning the rows of board games that exist on the wall before them, a shelf of dice underneath it. she wouldn’t admit it to anyone but Gael but she was tempted by the puzzles too, enjoying the way it took over her mind and distracted her from all else. she did sometimes turn in a four am gremlin while working on a puzzle however if she was close to finishing it. having late night sessions with friends while trying to complete a disney villain puzzle. “If you had to pick your next race and class for dnd, what would you choose? I tend to gravitate towards a tiefling rogue but I do appreciate someone who can play a good bard.”

“Which one would you like to get?” he asks as he grabs the nearest box that reads Throw Throw Burrito, after reading the title he slowly puts it back as it gives him flashbacks of that time when someone threw a burrito at him. Maybe he should sue over this. He snaps out of his thoughts and looks back at Emilia, offering her a smile. “Ooof I don’t think I could ever play a good bard,” he admits with a chuckle before he thinks about her question. “I also couldn’t play a tiefling. I lack the charisma for that. Maybe I’d pick gnome and wizard class.”

#( c: emilia. )#amy the amount of research i had to do for this #dont fact check me bc i know it's wrong lmao #if this is correct somehow i'd like to credit dndbeyond.com

dylan

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: birdie’s 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓: dylan & gael ( @gaelballesteros )

his name is gael, not tinder match number twelve, she repeats to herself over and over. it’s not exactly the kind of phrase she wants slipping out since he’d been kind enough to give her a chance to make things up. admittedly a little surprised by her own persistence with the male given the emotionally detached front she works hard to keep up, and they way he’d appeared to be reluctant impressed her. “i knew you’d look cute when you’re confused,” she quips, cheeky smile rested on her lips. “but anyway, go ahead and order literally whatever you want.” dylan insists, letting her own gaze dart back to the menu in front of her for only a few seconds before piping up again. “i’m really glad you agreed to this,” this time said much more sincerity.

It still surprises him how he managed to not accept in a heartbeat to her invitation. Perhaps it had been because at the time she texted his confidence was slightly high from his team having won a Halo battle online, whatever it was, that confidence was long gone and now he was a nervous wreck. He’s been keeping his gaze mostly on the napkin he kept folding in different ways to channel his nerves. The compliment only causes his cheeks to redden in a way that no matter what he did he wouldn’t be able to conceal it unless he ran to the moon. “I’ll just have a beer,” he says and truthfully it was because he didn’t know what else to order. He also was too nervous that he was sure his stomach wouldn’t be able to hold anything solid. It takes everything in him to not answer with an acerbic response, and he thinks that it’s the sincerity in her tone that stops him from that. “I didn’t have anything else to do.” As soon as the words leave his mouth he wants to take them back because that’s not how he meant it although he really didn’t have anything else to do. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted to say that—” he lets out a sigh as he tries to recover the words. “I’m glad I agreed to this too,” he finally says with a smile.

#( c: dylan. )#1000 years later

louisa

she tosses him an incredulous glance, brows lifting up in confusion as he’s lost her after ‘twilight’. “god, you’re so weird,” louisa states as she rolls her eyes at his explanation. “so what, now you’re saving yourself until marriage then?” a sarcastic snicker leaves her lips as she shakes her head at him. “really?” she hums, “but would fun would that be?” for as long as she can remember, she’s always taken pride in being the thorn at his side. “y tu bien aburrido,” she whines, pushing him back.

“Then you must be weird too because don’t forget that unfortunately we are related,” he says with a mocking grin. His eyebrows furrow and he thinks that he could actually use that as an excuse but then he shakes his head because the Catholic guilt that had been engraved by his grandparents was too strong to continue this lie. “That’s not what I meant. Plus, you can’t save yourself for marriage when you’ve done the thing,” he says and he knows it’s a blantant lie but how would she know? HOW? “Ah yes, I forgot your goal in life is too ruin my life,” he says with a sigh. “Pues mejor ser aburrido que una niña berrinchuda como vos,” he says, pushing her back, again.

#( c: louisa. )#i still cant believe they use vos in colombia im shook

safiya

“dude, calm down!” gael’s screaming half-startles safiya, forcing her to look away from the screen as she shoots him a concerned look which perhaps wasn’t the best move considering how badly she was already failing at the game while looking at the screen. “i know, i know,” she assures him, it’s been a while since she’s played mario kart and quite frankly she’d never been good at it to begin with. a sigh leaves her lips as he pauses the game and takes the joy-con from her. lips falling into a thin line of disapproval as she shakes her head ‘no’. “gael, it’d be more fun if you let me learn. i promise i’ll get it, just give me a few rounds to warm up,” she assures him. she mouths a ‘thank you’ as he hands the joy-con back, safiya readjusting how she’s sitting in hopes that it may help her focus better. “yes, i’m sure i want yoshi.” it feels like she’s answered this question before, multiple times. “are you saying i’m too weak to use yoshi?“

He hadn’t foreseen to receive an attitude from Safiya so he’s too stunned to speak for a couple of seconds. It felt as if she was about to hit some sense into his brain with the joy-con and while it was a little hot, it was mostly scary. “Fine, then, you do you,” he says, moving a little farther from Safiya just in case she decided to get violent. Gael flashes her a coy smile that is mostly there to conceal some of the nerves he was feeling. He moves to face the TV, and does everything to restart the race. “Nooooo,” he starts and there’s some panic in his voice, “I’m not saying that. You are not weak at all. As far as I’m concerned you could use Wario and win.” Now that was a blatant lie because the only way Safiya could win was if he got a stroke mid-race and the rest of the players suffered some kind of glitch, although, he wouldn’t say that out loud. “Let’s try it again and I promise I’ll leave you alone... even if you drive in the opposite direction,” he mumbles the last words.

#( c: safiya. )

mateo

“what?” he questions, head shaking as shrugs his shoulders, clearly missing the point as to why gael was so offended. eyes rolling at the sound of his full name being spoken by his friend. “gael, i had a life in high school,” he deadpans. perhaps a low blow but he knows they’re close enough that gael will know he’s completely joking and not actually throwing a dig at him. especially considering how he did not in fact at all have any type of life in high school. the first half he spent barely making it to school; the second half spent by bowing his head down in a school full of rich kid, trying to end up in suspension because he picked a fight. “right, forty-five minutes i’ll never get back. but listen, gael, i appreciate the intention.” he grows quiet for a moment, blue eyes staring at gael, slightly nervous to respond. he sucks in a deep breath of air, cheeks puffing out as exhales. “no.”

A hand clutches at his heart as if he had just been shot straight to the heart. “You know I get sensitive about my high school experience so please have some empathy and don’t flex about your coolness.” He shakes his head and just like that it’s as if someone screamed cut! and the act was done. In fact, his time in high school was average, nothing memorable, the usual: some classes, getting bullied here and there, maybe get locked inside of a locker (which he fully believed it was a thing they did only in films— it wasn’t). “I’m just trying to give you some culture, man,” he says, fake disappointment in his tone. “I could give you the short version run down again if you want. I just think you should really know this information. Listen,” he starts, leaning and placing his elbows on his knees as if he was about to offer Mateo a deal he couldn’t reject, “what if one day you go to Jeopardy and the answer to that winning question is in this information you refused to learn? This ain’t Who Wants to be a Millionaire? You can’t just ring a friend to save your ass.”

#( c: mateo. )#the way i know shit about star wars yet here i am

emilia

who: @gaelballesteros where: curious comics, at the mall

it’s a little corner shop in the town of rye, figurines and comics decorate the window display. step inside the shop, and there will be oddities & walls of comics & accessories for those in game. gael and emilia had been discussing starting a dungeon and dragons group at rye, but they had to assemble a party for it. the excitement of the idea couldn’t help but inspire emilia to want a new set of dice, looking at a set that was red with silver glints of glitter in it. “I think I want this one.”

The phrase like a kid in a candy store takes human form in Gael the second he steps into the store. Immediately, he is distracted by the many comics that are on his wanted list as well as the figurines which he doesn't need but would buy in a heartbeat. However, today, his focus is to get some DND stuff for the group he and Emilia were trying to start. He looks at the dice and while normally he's very picky, he likes her choice. "That's a pretty cool one," he says with a smile as he grabs another one that grabbed his attention, a set of holographic fantastic glass dices. "I feel like coming here was a mistake, because I have no self-control and I'm ready to swipe my card and buy everything."

#( c: emilia. )#it is a location now #it's official

louisa

“and that would be such a bad thing?” she counters, elbow resting on the table as she plops her chin in the palm of her hand, “that’d leave you with the most action you’ve gotten in what, ever?” he’s always been an easy target, lu enjoying how easily she could mess with him without really trying. though, considering he’s the closest relationship she had to a sibling growing up, it always felt like it was within her duty to act as an like an annoying little sister. she tosses hi ma careless shrug, “charity work? sheer boredom? take your pick, primito.”

“Yeah,” he states as if it was the most obvious answer before adding, “Twilight fangirls are insane. I might be desperate but I'm more into marriage certificates than restraining orders.” conversations with lu always left him mentally exhausted although he secretly did enjoy the banter, it was like having a sister. a deranged one but a sister nonetheless. “If you truly wanted to make some charity work you could leave me alone and give me some peace of mind,” he says with a saccharine smile. “De verdad que eres bien cansona,” he adds as he lightly tries to push him out of the couch.

#( c: louisa. )

WITH : safiya aydin ( @safiyaaydin )

LOCATION : safiya’s place where she doesn’t pay rent so pretty much she’s a squatter

“NO, NO,” Gael screams as his attention switches from his side of the screen to Saf’s just in time to see the girl’s character slipping on a banana peel. “You’re supposed to avoid the banana peels, not run over them because you will lose time,” he explains for what he thinks it’s the thousandth time as he presses pause, turning to grab the joy-con from her grip. “Do you want us to go through the controls again? Because as much fun as it is to kick your ass, it’s not as fun if you are either slipping on a banana peel or driving in the wrong direction.” He takes a deep breath before returning her the joy-con. “Let’s try this again and are you sure you wanna stick with Yoshi? He’s all cute but you could pick a lighter category character like Toad or Baby Peach.”

#( c: safiya. )

WITH : sage walsh ( @sage-walsh )

LOCATION : random coffee shop

Could it be considered a date even if it was part of a psychology experiment? He felt as if one of the students was following him, taking notes of upcoming interactions. It's crazy and probably not all that was going on, but he'd rather entertain his mind with conspiracy theories about the psych department than obsess over meeting or not meeting Sage because, after all, there was always the possibility that she would change her mind. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting at the café, probably an hour or so. He had arrived early just so he could snatch the best table and in the past 45 minutes he had changed the criteria to what he or rather what Sage would consider the best table.One of the waiters was already giving him a sententious look, probably because he kept changing tables but at last, he settled on one by the window and now he was channeling his anxiety into a spontaneous sketch he was drawing on a napkin. That is until he sensed a presence which he assumed was the server. "Listen man, I'm waiting for someone just give me a br—" The rest of the words get stuck somewhere in his throat as his eyes land on Sage and not the waiter as he believed. “Juepucha!” he curses under his breath before standing up because that’s what guys did in films, they always stood up when the girl arrived. “Sage, right? Hi, uh, I’m Gael,” he stretches out his hand for her to shake only to sort of retract it before she had the time and tucking his hand in his pocket. Hand shaking was too formal, right?”

#( c: sage. )#this got so long and FOR WHAT

WITH : ramiro palacios ( @ramiropalacios )

LOCATION : somewhere near the soccer field

Gael should know better than going near the soccer field, mostly because he tried to actively avoid Duke, although that didn’t stop him from sometimes stopping at the training with a notebook and pen in hand, ready to take notes and mostly write down Duke’s weaknesses. Was it petty? Yes, but petty was all he had left since he hadn’t made it into the team. He’s waiting for practice to start, typing furiously on his Catan Discord group where one guy was trying to move the rules to his advantage. Typical. As soon as he finishes his full para explaining why he can’t do this, he spots Ramiro out of the corner of his eyes. If it had been anyone else on the team, he would have avoid all contact but Ramiro had proven to be a friend, so he doesn’t hesitate to approach him. “¿Quiubo, parce?” he greets him with a still coy smile as he puts the phone back in his pocket. “You going to practice? Uh, well, I know it’s none of my business but I was here by chance the other day and I noticed a few things some of your teammates could improve.”