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julemmaes · 3 years

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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bloomingjellies · 6 years

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@probablylostrightnow I’m so happy for your self-discovery!! if only because you’re asking me about nail polish (also, you know, your health and happiness blah blah blah ^.^)

So I agree with the previous suggestions you’ve gotten about going to a salon first, if only to help get started in a way that won’t be extremely overwhelming. Plus, they’ll clean your nails and cuticles up.

The main things you need are a good base coat and top coat and, of course, nail polish. Sally Hansen is good “entry level” as in, it’s not terrible and it’s not expensive. I used their Insta-Dri Anti-Chip top coat for a while and while it does dry really fucking fast, it’s not anti-chip, at least not for very long on me. But! It’s a good place to start.

More than you probably ever wanted to know about nail polish under the cut

Ok so general nail care. I don’t expect you’ll be changing your polish as much as I do (every other or every third day tbh) but polish and remover is bad for your nails so you need to give them some extra tlc if you’re going to keep them painted. Cuticle oil and lotions are your friends even though I hate any kind of residue on my hands.

As I’m sure you’re noticing, feminine-advertised products are fucking expensive. I could blow an entire paycheck at Sephora easily and unfortunately the better products are more expensive but I’ve found a nice middle ground with nail polish products.

Nail maintenance

Biotin is your friend. It’s your best friend. If you want stronger nails and thicker, faster growing hair, take biotin. I ran out and didn’t replenish for ~1.5 months and recently had to cut all my nails pretty short because they were breaking too easily. And I hadn’t cut my nails (filed and shaped, yes) in well over a year. I take a 5000mg cheap ass drugstore brand pill every morning and it works great.

If your nails aren’t in great shape to begin with, then I suggest using Nailtiques Nail Protein. It’s a nail strengthener than can double as a base coat, which I sometimes do if I’m not worried about the polish staining. When I first started wearing a lot of polish my nails started peeling so I took two weeks off (well, I was post-op and couldn’t paint my nails easily) and used this everyday and have not had an issue with peeling nails since.

So, remover. You can get the $0.79 ones at the drugstore but honestly, they’ll wreck your nails. My absolute favorite is Nailtiques Non-Acetone Remover with Aloe because a) it doesn’t wreck my nails, b) it’s even mildly moisturizing, and c) it doesn’t smell terrible. Always get a non-acetone remover!

Get some cheap cotton balls and cotton rounds and do the cotton ball trick. I used to scrub endlessly to get glitter nail polish off but now I just smack pieces of remover-soaked cotton on my nails for a minute and the whole thing swipes off. A-m-a-z-i-n-g

Base coat and top coat

Tbh you need a base coat, if only to protect your nails from staining but they also help your nail polish last longer. There are some that are better than others: Nailtiques protein is pretty good, Essie was a little lackluster to me and I’ve had some staining with it (tbf the polish was neon orange), OPI is good but expensive. My current go-to is Glisten & Glow for both top coat and base coat. Seche Vita is one of the most popular top coats--with good reason--but it’s a little intimidating the first time because you put it on while the polish is still wet but you have to be very careful not to pickup any of the wet polish on the brush.

Edit: @coinin made a good point about Seche--it does contain toluene, so if you’re trying to avoid all the nasty chemicals then skip Seche too.

Painting/Cleaning Up

I don’t have terribly steady hands. I use a Photoshop plug-in to help me draw straight. I can’t put polish on without getting it on my skin. I just can’t. So! There are some options for clean-up: tweezers (carefully peel off any rogue polish, feels a lot like peeling off white glue that you’ve rubbed on your fingers), remover + brush/eyeshadow brush (you sort of paint the polish off your skin; this is the most popular method (I like to use these because they’re angled)), liquid silicon (it’s like the opposite of normal polish: you want to paint it everywhere except your nails and then you peel it off when you’re done. I’ll use it sometimes, especially if I’m wearing black polish but the effort is not always worth it to me)

Nail polish

The FUN PART! This is all down to personal taste. For example: @black-rose4 and I rib each other a lot about my love of- and her aversion to glitter polishes.

So main categories: micro glitter, flakies, multichrome, holo, thermal, magnetic.

Edit: @black-rose4 pointed out I forgot creme polish, which yeah, fine I did but it’s just so basic and boring ;)

I will rec Dragonsworn Cosmetics until the cows come home because not only does she do all the fun fandom polishes, but she does customs and, frankly, her shit’s just good. Specific suggestions: Dungeon Master (so sparkly), Mr. Nancy and/or The Zoryas, Moira, and Vetra. If you want to start out with (or are interested in) more muted tones then Varric, Bastion, McCree, and Leliana are good.

Some of my other favorite brands are Tonic, Illyrian, Lyn B Designs, Moonshine, and Emily de Molly.

Tonic and Illyrian are event-release, which means they’ll shut their shops down either right before or until they have new releases.

Lyn B, Moonshine, and Emily de Molly are always open and Lyn B often has 50% off sales. She sends the codes if you sign up for emails.

You can buy polish individual from the makers’ sites or you can use a stockist and get a bunch of different brands in one purchase. Color4Nails is the biggest US-based stockist (and they carry some of my favorites like Tonic and Illyrian) but if you don’t mind the wait, Netherlands-based Hypnotic Polish has some unique brands (like Starrily <3). CbL (Colors by Llarowe) is also a good brand to start with--nice colors, good formula and a lot of their polishes are opaque enough that you only need one coat (though I’ve heard she’s got some shady business practices, like buying out a supplier and then not selling any of the stock to other makers but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ).

Aaannd there’s Polish Pickup. The best and worst thing that has happened to me as far as nail polish is concerned. PPU is an event release on the first weekend of every month. A monthly theme is voted on and then the polish makers create unique polishes specifically for PPU. These are unique, one-of-a-kind polishes that--unless they do a throwback event like they are in July--you can only get the weekend of the release. Remember me making a post crying about not getting Ghosts of the Vault before it sold out? Yeah, that’s from PPU (and it’s coming back in July imma buy like five bottles). The facebook group is the best place to see previews.

Indie brands, for the most part, are 5-free, which means they don’t use the top 5 most harmful chemicals in their polishes. Mainstream brands don’t really do this because those chemicals make the polishes more durable, anti-chip, and long lasting. Personally, extra maintenance is worth not having those chemicals bbuuttt I also change my polish before it would chip anyway.

So yeah, I like nail polish a lot.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#blooming rambles #nail polish #probably more than anyone ever wanted #but please come scream at me about nail polish

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markyishanthonymartinez · 7 years

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5/25/17

hold on i need some motivating tunes before i type this blog out.

okay got’em.

today i finally decided to write a blog. i really should have the past few days but just didn't and that makes me a bad person but I'm okay with that.

quick summary of past few days: hung out with besties, left reno, came to vegas, played with puppies, hung out with joey, talked the past 3 months of soccer with my dad, watched manchester united win the europa league final, was stoked, watched logan and gera play indoor at longevity, got a smoothie, played basketball at sunset park, missed the hoop and obliterated my smoothie with the ball, was sad.

okay so so so today.

I finally turned off my alarms that i had set for school all semester. like it took me a whole week and then some of having my alarm wake me up at 7 am/8 am. but tbf the reason i hadn't turned them off yet is because I was usually up anyways by then lol. whether it be by my internal alarm clock or rocky licking my face or having to pee or whatevs.

i had a bagel this morning. an asiago bagel. asiago (or other cheese variation) bagels are forever the best don’t @ me. i watched first take and listened to tv personalities say the same secondhand opinions they say every single day about LeBron and Steph Curry and Johnny Manziel and Odell Beckham Jr. and Chris Paul and etc etc. Also, it just began to hit me how gross it is that they don’t discuss soccer at ALL. Not a single mention of the 5th most valuable sports franchise in the world winning the Europa League and making it back into the Champions League. Not a single word about the final of this years FA Cup, the 5th oldest current sporting competition (only behind an archery thing, two boating competitions, and a golfing thing). I actually didn't know there was four older competitions, but c’mon, 1871, that’s fucking old. Or the Coupe De France, DFB Pokal, Copa Italia, Copa Del Rey. Or god forbid they talk about that one lil thing that has just a couple (try 2.5x) as many viewers as the super bowl, the Champions League Final?????

idk im salt. i should chill. where’d my music go

vegas is hot

satans butthole is hot

same thing

i went to town square with bags and kyle. they made me drive, fuckers. jk I'm fine with driving cause that means i get control of the aux and that’s my rightful place in life. bags broke the screen of his iPod this semester (okay but rly who owns iPods anymore) and he was gonna try to get it replaced. they didn't replace it. they needed like $99 from him to replace it. he said “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucc no.” I went iPad by iPad, iPhone by iPhone, and loaded up my YouTube channel and left it open. we walked around for a bit got bored, realized we weren't 13 anymore and couldn't legitimately entertain ourselves by just walking around a mall, and did what you have to do on any town square trip.

walked into guitar center and played around with cool, expensive music stuffs. starting with the keyboards, swiftly moving to the synths and drum machines. okay okay they almost never have the vocoder microphones attached to the synths, but they did and i had so much fun with them lol. then bags and kyle got bored and left me while they went to explore elsewhere. after a while this guy seemed like he was actually wanting to buy something (he said he was from brazil) so i decided not to be a hassle and went on my way. but i was dropping them hot beats before i left. tell kendrick to hmu. maybe even drake. not j cole. or big sean. or like macklemore. then i found my way over to the electronic drums and this dude was straight jammin. so i sit down at the one at the other end from him and start jamming along to the songs he’s playing. (he was playing these neat little instrumental songs of all different genres and kinda just jamming along) so i sit down, find a tone i like and just sit there drumming with him. (I'm actually not a horrendous drummer for someone who’s not a drummer, i just absolutely cannot do bass drum kicks with my foot while I'm trying to focus on my upper body) i have no idea how to get the hang of that.

then we got food. and i came home and spent the entire afternoon/evening watching the sports balls. first the cavs taking a polite dump on the celtics’ collective chest. and then watching Chivas play fantastically in the first 85 minutes, but throw the entire game away in the final 5 minutes in the first leg of the Liga MX final.

aw my fish looks like he’s dancing.

s/o to joey and mum for feeding him everyday when I'm gone.

glad he’s not dead.

i wore my pulisic jersey today. that kid is gonna be something special.

ALEX BOUGHT REAL SHOES. well kinda.

we’ve been roasting bags about not ever owning a pair of non-running shoes for a while recently. cause idk, i’ve always cared about what I'm wearing, but it’s gotten to an even higher level and i think i’ve rubbed off on my friends a bit. so yeah we’ve roasted bags and he finally bought a pair of vans. I'm proud of him BUT NOT TOO PROUD. They’re like the runner-style vans that kinda look like running shoes. You probably aren't supposed to run in them, but they’re styled to look like runners. Kinda like a casual runner. Like Roshes or NMD’s or other style/casual shoes that have the runner aesthetic but probably should not be run in. but yeah s/o bags. WAIT ANOTHER PROBLEM. instead of getting a nice black or navy or maybe even a shoe that pops a lil but can be matched with, he got some fucking olive, hawaiian floral thing that he will never actually match with and it just makes me cringe a tiny bit. i’ll be ok i promise.

i sound really douchey in that last paragraph. i promise i’m only half serious about all those things. well i mean i do think he needs to not wear runners, but i’m glad he got something he likes and is comfortable for him and fits his style.

i should vlog one of these days.

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