emilioajean

[emilioajean]

samuel-moore‌:

DATE: November 12th, 2019 TIME: 12:00PM-ish LOCATION: Sweaty Betty, Newport Center Gym

“18, 19, 20.” Sam counted to himself, in a low enough voice that most of the other occupants in the gym couldn’t hear. He pushed himself up the final time on the number 20, holding his push-up form into the planking position for 30 seconds to finish his routine. Standing back upright, he reached for the water bottle he thought he placed on the small half-way that separated the area with mats for push-ups and whatnot from the actual workout equipment. His hand found nothing, causing him to begin to glance around as he steadied his breathing back to normal. “Fuck.” Sam cursed to himself. “Hey, by chance, you wouldn’t have seen a water bottle around here, have you?” The man asked the person passing by at that moment, thinking maybe it was worth a shot.

@newportstarters​

Sometimes the best part of working out and going to the gym was leaving. Not leaving after fulfilling a great workout and feeling fulfilled. Just leaving. That was it That was how he felt today His workout hadn't been exceptionally hard, choosing to focus on Cardio rather than anything else It was a lazy day and he accepted it, but hearing the other person speak to him - on his way out, oh he had been so happy to leave - he stopped Turning towards the other he shook his head, “no, no free roaming water bottle came my way Is it like a generic looking water bottle? Plastic bottled water bottle? Anything to distinguish it from everyone else's?” He couldn't tell if he was on edge because of the water bottle or the likelihood that he had finished or was in the middle of a workout. Either way, there was a water fountain around and some water bottles could be cheap. Unless it was important for some other reason. "Did you knock it over or something or do you think someone just snatched it?"

#opp: samuel moore

[emilioajean]

adrianaxcastillo‌:

“I mean that’s fair, but I don’t think Uber drivers do get stopped you know, I mean you always seem them in the wrong lane, speeding, pulling up in places they shouldn’t.” The more she thought about it, the more that was sure that he was right, taxi drivers never did seem to get into trouble. “You don’t see the yellow cabs getting into trouble either, and they are the ones that always seem to get the most interesting rides too, so maybe once you’ve figured out how to sleep, and wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel, you could look at taking up a new profession.” She let her mind wonder herself, playing with the plant that was in her hand for a moment before his next question brought her attention back to him, and a smile curved onto her face, she was still the mom friend drunk, she couldn’t help it, it was like a state that she just slipped into without meaning. “If I am the only one in the room capable of being the mom friend, then yes, but if there is someone that’s more sober than me I’ll let them the reigns.” Even then she would still try and assist, she just wouldn’t be very good at it. Still whenever she was in charge everyone was always home safe, tucked in bed with buckets and water, and then she would finally sort herself out. “Well I’m not even sure where my brother is right now, so I don’t think you’re going to get away from this one, seriously…wanna at least let me drive you home?” 

He hadn’t even thought about yellow cabs - the original over priced Uber’s but that also seemed more of a regulated business than Uber. Though again, maybe just having the sticker was a benefit even if he did the least amount of rides possible. He let out a small snort. “I’m not looking to kill anyone else, I’d never let someone get into my car while I’m sleep deprived.” Now would he put himself in he car? The was a different situation, partially. It couldn’t be him, being forced to watch over everyone else. Nice? Sure, but it put more on you while everyone else got to run wild and that just didn’t seem fair. “And who takes care of you once you’re done taking care of others?” It only seemed fair that someone was there for her, especially if she was there for others as much as it sounded. She was literally older sister/mothering him and hey hadn’t known each other until this moment. Emilio ran a tongue over his teeth as he contemplated her offer. On one hand, he’d be home on the other, he already felt like a bother even if she had offered to do so. “You sure you don’t wanna put me in an Uber?” He shrugged, half joking. It seemed easier for both of them and she could continue going about whatever her day was. “Then again do you think an Uber would let me haul this guy?” He nodded towards the Lavender plant. Why didn’t he just get oils? “Are you okay with me carrying a plant in your car should be the main concern.”

#opp: adriana castillo

[emilioajean]

carmendesantos‌:

open starter ; @newportstarters​

location ; outside pinpoint (tattoo parlor)

          Carmen’s body was almost a blank canvas. Almost since there was currently only one tattoo on her skin, on her ribcage that says ‘to build a home’. It was a very thought-through decision to get her first tattoo, something that held so much meaning to her. Now she was standing outside PINPOINT again, debating whether to go in or not,  “I’m not sure I want to do it. I know it would be absolutely beautiful, but I’m still so torn about it. What do you think?”

Ever since his growth out of his rebellious phase, Emi had stayed clear out tattoo shops. He already had enough ink on his body and was only grateful that younger him hadn’t been more trigger happy to completely cover himself, even if he had thought about it countless times. “I think, I don’t know, it’s your body.” He shrugged. “I mean you came all this way, so you must have some idea of what you want.”

#opp: carmen de santos

[emilioajean]

savannole‌:

“I don’t–” she shrugged, financial planner? She didn’t even know what that was. she didn’t care. Did she have money? Yes. Did she know how much money she had? No. Her manager took care of it, for all she knew the guy could have been taking her to the cleaners, but she trusted him to do what needed to be done, and so far, it had been going well for her. “I don’t know what that is.” She said rather carelessly, uninterested in being mom’d. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. I don’t.” 

She didn’t. Was it too late to go back in time and learn how to surf. Was it too late now. “I’m ready for you to teach me how to be a pro surfer, I may be old but I’m able.” His body would probably break down but after he earned a couple hundred of dollars, wouldn’t it be worth it? And she didn’t even have to deal with her money herself. Life was unfair. He rolled his eyes, “if you ever wanna switch lives, just whistle.”

#opp: savannah cole

[emilioajean]

adrianaxcastillo‌:

“Well there is nothing wrong with that, but it doesn’t look like you’re taking any breaks at all.” She knew better than most about pushing yourself to the limit. When she had first decided to open Sol Cocina, and there had been work to do, it had taken everything out of her with the amount of hours she was putting in and the pressure she had put on herself and she hadn’t even recognized until her family had performed an intervention on her. “I thought they only stopped you from riding when they thought you were going to puke…but then again I only really ever get taxi’s when I’m drunk so I guess that’s the only time I would have been stopped.” She liked to walk most places, or drive if she was going to the restaurant. At the question of the number of siblings she had Adriana gave him a soft smile. “Just one, Bash.” It was just the two of them, and they were just about as close as siblings got, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him and she knew that it was the same for him, family was everything to the Castillo’s. “Oh I don’t think he has figured it out, but you’re more than welcome to try, and anyway it’s not like you’re going to get to him before I’m done worrying about you today. “

She wasn’t wrong. As of recently, ‘breaks’ weren’t breaks as in they either didn’t happen or their occurrence was severely limited to whenever he felt like it, which dwindled as he progress and especially when he wasn’t progressing as much as he would have liked. All that to say, she was absolutely right, but she had already proved herself smart and he wasn’t going to give her another reason to have one up on him. She was doing that so well herself. “I think he was scared that God forbid we ended up in a situation where he got pulled over by the cops, he’d be charged as my accomplice or something like that, which now that I think about it. Do cops even pull over uber drivers?” Did that also get them out of tickets? Was that the perfect driving excuse? Was to drive an Uber in his free time. Did free time even exist anymore. His mind drifting off into a train of other thoughts. “Do you stay the mom or older sister type friend even when you’re drunk?” She had to be. He hadn’t really assumed she’d be the type to get drunk, not that he knew her of course, but the little he had observed - his sense’s weren’t exactly working anywhere near great though. Emi nodded, maybe it was why she was such an older sibling, she only had one other. He chuckled, his hands digging into his pockets, “at least if I’m screwed in this, then Bash is there with me even though I don’t know the dude.”

#opp: adriana castillo

[emilioajean]

alecharpcr‌:

       Parenting was beautiful, but it was hard. He always assumed his medical degree would be the most challenging years of his life, but the reward was no match for the one of watching your baby grow up. Alec could save 1,000 lives and still dissatisfied, but witnessing Mia take her first steps? That was an achievement that made his life worth all of the stress. “Toddlers are brutal, man. I was with my solicitor the other day and she interrupted to tell us both that she was ‘over it’ and thought my lawyer smelled funny.” Alec chuckled and shook his head, “I’m just glad it’s all coming to an end.” Or so he had predicted, their divorce running much more smoothly than Alec had originally anticipated. He narrowed his eyes at the mention of pillows, deja vu washing over him as they walked down the same aisle that him and Naomi had done a few years previous. “Have you been speaking to my ex-wife?” He joked with a scoff, “Pillows aren’t worth that much.” He wasn’t big on aesthetic additions to a home, it was probably why his current one looked like a showroom, “And now you’re shopping for plants…” He sniggered and spotted the café just inside, “You want a coff—” He stopped and shook his head, “Wait, you don’t get a choice. You need one, come on.”

And his mother wanted him to have kids so she could enjoy the blessing of being a grandparent. What a joke. Where did it seem like he wanted to sign up for his life to be on attack by someone who was supposed to love him? Truthfully, Emi had no problem with kids, they were entertaining, as was apparent by all the stories about Mia. “But how is she like three going on sixteen? I thought they were supposed to stay cute until the pre-teen stage.” It was one thing to be over business that in no way even affected her that she knew of but damn. The insults. Mia’s jabs were secretly his favorite though, because she hadn’t said anything about him and he would hopefully keep it that way. Maybe he’d have to learn to buy his way into the favor of the child. He paused, both his step and his actions, trying to figure out what he meant exactly. “What part is coming to an end? Your divorce proceedings?” It was the only thing that made sense. Rolling his eyes, he glanced over at Alec, “yeah, because I see Naomi and I ask her all about the types of pillows to get.” He couldn’t even recall the last time he saw Naomi, so for that to be a possibility - “Let me see you house before I take your advice on pillows and find that you’re living like a minimalist hobo” He chuckled. Emi’s eyes rolling at the attack, both. “Yeah, you see what my life has come to but coffee it is. It’s on you, doc.”

#opp: alec harper #5 yrs later pft

[emilioajean]

matt-donosaurusrex‌:

As the other opened the door – nice and wide – his face mimicked the door opening (nice and wide). Without a second thought, Matthew slung his arm over the other and shook his head violently. “No, no! I would never divorce my beautiful husband. Papers didn’t even make it to my hands, I shrieked and threw them onto the floor, stomped and spat on them. Even if you are with there with another man… were you?” Although Matthew had a bag of (junk) food in his hand, he pulled himself away from the other and started making his way into his abode. “I’m Emi’s main squeeze, okay? Please leave! Be gone!” Laughing loudly, he shook his head and turned back towards the other. “Remind me, Emi, how the hell do you even deal with me?”

Emi had contemplated slamming the door on Matty’s face, especially noticing him take a step. Not seriously, but he had for a minute considered it. Maybe just to up the dramatics. He certainly hadn’t been ready for Matt to basically collide into him. His neighbors would be so confused if they were watching. Maybe he had to install one of those video cam doorbells so he knew when to expect, instead of he constant surprise. “No need for the announcements, I’m all alone. Although if there was someone in here, it’d be safe to say you’d probably scare them off.” Though thankfully he had no guests and thankfully it wasn’t someone he’d have to seriously explain. Emi glanced towards Matt, before locking his door. “You barge in,’ he answered shortly. He shrugging joking, “I haven’t yet figured how to get rid of you.”

#opp: matthew donovan

[emilioajean]

roryhirsch‌:

“Glad to think that you find me handsome. It doesn’t get said by you often enough,” teased Rory, poking his friend’s chest lightly. What with his long work hours and his spare time being filled by his family, he doesn’t get to enjoy his old friend’s company often enough. Truth be told, he appreciated what little time they currently had—even though it was becoming increasingly apparent that what his friend needed was a good night’s sleep, and not more of Rory’s handsome face. “Just thinking about it’s giving me existential dread.” As if on cue, he involuntary shuddered, and his nose scrunched up in disgust. Good Lord, human greed was probably going to win out in the end, wasn’t it? Rory had to shake his head in order to get the miserable thoughts out of his system. “Anyway,” he pivoted, musing it was good a time as any to voice out his concern over his friend’s baggy eyes, “shouldn’t you be in bed at this point? You know I love looking at plants and being reminded at how humanity’s squandered the world in just a century over as much as the next guy, but…” He raised an eyebrow, “…you look like you could do with sleep. Preferably days of it.”

“Sometimes you just have to keep those little nuggets of wisdom to yourself,” did that make sense? No. Did he even know what he was trying to say? No. “I’m not going to be responsible to sky rocketing your ego.” He joked. “You should be able to read my thoughts by now, I thought we’d have achieved this level of intimacy, Rory.” He sighed playfully, turning his body away, hand swatting at his friends in the process. If he had been in better shape, maybe he would’ve been more alert about it and blocked his hand before it even touched him. He was glad he got this opportunity, though it was few and far between, to hang out with Rory. It wasn’t fair to either of them though that he was half dazed, partially confused, and mostly just trying to survive, but he would hang on for the sake. Although really, maybe they should’ve rescheduled. “Stop thinking about it then, you did bring it up.” He nodded towards the other. All Emi had asked about was the price of plants, not how long the Earth had before it crumbled as a result of lack of care and took down the human population and everything else with it. Prices, he asked for prices. Not a reason to stay awake longer. Emi shrugged, pausing to glance at Rory, “Is that doctor’s official recommendation? I mean I know you can’t prescribe me anything, but can you?” Mainly joking, partially living in dread that he had to be joking over the fact. “You don’t know how long I laid in bed waiting for sleep to hit like a bus only to be met with nothing.”

#opp: rory hirsch #AWKS MOMENT WHEN I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT I'M A GOOF #tis fine

[emilioajean]

olivianesbitt‌:

“And would you? I mean… do you think things would be easier if we were young again at this point in life? Because I’m really not in the mood to go through puberty again and the whole madness that happens inside our brains when we are going through our early twenties. Or maybe, just maybe, I had one hell of a chaotic beginning of my young adult years and I’m an exception to this rule. After all, I did get pregnant sort of too young. “ She decided not to give her point of view about a time machine, there were mixed up feelings about that subject, because the first thing she could think of would be a way to save her parents.

Raising an eyebrow, she couldn’t help but to keep her entire focus on the man close to her, mostly because she wanted to understand where all of that has come from and what was happening to Emilio. Part of herself was trying her best not to laugh nor to keep a smile on her lips for far too long, just in case he meant it all and this was actually a serious conversation; which slowly Olivia understood that it seemed like it was. “Got it, okay… so we should get this plant you so want to buy and leave this place because you need some food in your system and a good night of sleep. We can get to your place and I’ll do something for us to eat before you end up falling asleep. And, just in case you can place it in the midst of your agenda, get a massage. It will do you wonders, trust me.“

“Are we young again but with our current knowledge? Because that I feel like is the biggest portion of how I answer that.” She wasn’t alone in her belief. For different reasons, he had also struggled in his younger and self-proclaimed worse years. Though again, with the knowledge that he had now, it would be a little different than just relieving every event he had gone through and put himself through for a second time. Would he really have changed though or just worked harder to not get caught and not face the same consequences. Emi shrugged, “true, but if it was any late would Milo still be Milo? The questions we’ll never know.”

His brain was in a black hole of it’s own just constantly running through thoughts that were both interconnected and had the littlest to do with each other. Mostly, Emi was impressed Olivia was keeping up because he could barely tell where he was going himself. I can’t ask you to cook just because I’m incapable of being a functional adult when you already take care of a child and so many other people. I’d rather not add to you plot plus once I’m in my bed, after this I don’t think your efforts would work out though I think it’s more me positively trying to channel that as the case. I will however say, yeah we should go get massages, screw the plants and whatever the science says on specific plants supposedly helping you fall asleep.”

#opp: olivia nesbitt

[emilioajean]

adrianaxcastillo‌:

There was nothing wrong with a good nap, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had one, and now that she thought about it, she was going to have to make time, but for now she was just more worried about the guy in front of her getting some sleep. “I mean you should probably take a nap too.” Adriana mused as she looked back at him with a shake of her head. She wasn’t one to be offensive, and she really should keep her opinions to herself but .”I mean you really do look like crap. I’m surprised an Uber driver even let you in.” Fiddling with the plant in her hands she smiled back at him. She didn’t mean to chastise, but it was a force of habit, she was used to being in control and if Bash would have marched him home by now already, and he would be on the sofa, with a blanket tucked around him and a hot drink at his side. “Yes you’re supposed to feel like a child, because you look like you need someone to take care of you, and granted we’re strangers, but I’m getting this overwhelming urge…I’ve been this way my whole life I won’t apologize for it, as weird as it sounds.” She was odd, and he was probably convinced that she was more crazy than he looked with his sleep deprivation, but it had served her well in life so far. 

“Honestly the only break I recognize is the one that ends up with me sleeping so my so called break was always going to be a nap.” He admitted. Emi snorted, she really didn’t hold back did she. “I mean I had already paid and I sure wasn’t going to cancel the uber and get charged so he had no choice really. No one wants to down their score.” He explained, ”although I did have to reassure the dude that I hadn’t taken any drugs nor did I have any on me. Not sure if he was trying to protect himself though or buy some.” The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like his Uber drive though he was a drug dealer or at least knew a dealer. Emilio’s shoulders dropped. He couldn’t feel offended about the fact that she cared enough for him, a complete stranger though now they knew each other’s first names. He didn’t feel offended about the fact that she was treating him like her little brother or about the fact that it looked like he couldn’t take care of himself because if he would, he might not have been in a store trying to buy plants. Though he was consciously aware about the fact that he was in the store and what his goal of coming to the store was. “How many younger siblings do you have? And I have questions for them like how do I get you out of big sister mode.” He didn’t want to be chastised.

#opp: adriana castillo

[emilioajean]

savannole‌:

“No, with everything.” She said with unknowingly with a shrug, “I just get whatever and swipe my credit card and it always works.” She wasn’t money savvy, she hadn’t ever actually had to use any up until recently when she finally moved out. She didn’t deal with it. She had a manager that took care of all of that, god forbid she would have to actually think about it. Her education level left her stunted when it came to most things, but her care free life style– she never had to worry and she never did. “I don’t know how this thing works it just does.” She held up the plastic card before shoving it back in her pocket. “Everyone else uses them too, you should get one.” 

Emi let out a small breath, dumbfounded, not entirely surprised but damn. Emi shook his head, “you should invest in a financial planner” or something, “maybe financial literacy.” He doubted Sav cared, obviously her card worked and obviously she had enough to pay him whenever they were working but he was worried about her later in life or God forbid anything happened to her now. Did she even have a savings account? “I love you Sav, but you concern me and so does your future.” This was why adulting was a scam. Some people could get away with it.

#how dare i forget #but afds wow lmfao we shall pray for her #opp: savannah cole #lmfao irl i wish that was my life though #just swipe a card and be chill about it

[emilioajean]

stuartward‌:

-— STARTER FOR @emilioajean.

          𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 — he’d become one of those people who had regular health kicks since he’d been out of rehab. But walking past the Dory Deli, he couldn’t help himself. Cheese was his weakness and the smell had been empowering. Glancing into the window, they also had an array of freshly made sandwiches on display. If he stared any longer, his mouth may have just started watering. Luckily, something caught his eye nearby. A familiar face. He’d seen a lot of those since moving back to Newport. This face, however, he was glad to see. “Emi, my man!” he exclaimed as he walked up behind him. The man had photographed a couple of his events in LA a couple of years back, and Stu had even invited him to a couple of his shows after that. Losing touch was inevitable, however, after what Stuart had been through. “Long time no see. How the hell have you been?”

Even being back for as long as he was now, granted he had spent more time back than he wanted — and ignoring the fact that he had spent a good portion hiding in his hotel room so he wouldn’t be in this position of being still here weeks later, Emi had yet to get use to people calling his name on the streets. He wasn’t jumping like he had been before and he wasn’t trying to ignore people like prior, so he was getting somewhere. The last person he expected though was someone he worked with from LA and it had definitely been a good while since he had worked with or even seen Stu. His eyes lit up, a grin crossing his face, “Dude, Stu, good to see you.” They had both been busy people, with the way LA worked of just everyone constantly working it felt like, and their jobs respectfully asking a lot of them. Stu traveled a lot of his job and Emi’s job focused so much on timing it was rarely something he could switch around unless he had too. It was what it was. He never would’ve guessed this was how they would’ve crossed paths again. “I’m good, I’m good. Doing a few shoots here and there, visiting family in Newport,” he shrugged. “How about you? How’ve you been? Where’ve you been? Are you in a rush or should we find a place to eat and catch up?”

#opp: stuart ward

[emilioajean]

kathrynvtkins‌:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Well, maybe she was a little more than curious for her sake, watching the way he stretched in such a slumped manner. His body was more like noodles than anything. “I mean, how much sleep did ya get?” She asked, eyes raised towards his eggplant colored bags. Her lips parted slightly, tongue poking in her cheek as a small smile stretched. “So, what’s the plan, huh? You’re just gonna buy a plant and try to sleep? Honestly, I’d rather trade. I have to film in a couple hours, so a few errands for me.” 

She took a pause, allowing her gaze to linger towards the rest of his body. This dude seemed on the edge of either a killing spree or a flight off of an underpass. She wasn’t sure she could sit idly by, knowing she was in a similar state only a few weeks prior. Kat leaned against the shelf he posed at, sticking her hip out as she made eye contact with him. “You look like you need a drink. I’ll buy. There’s a place around the corner I planned on stopping by. Not only do they serve at noon, but they also have a sick tea mixture of everything for the winter.” 

Emi wondered if she could tell. Not tell whether she could tell if he had gotten sleep, that much was obvious. The world could tell, hell a child could tell and probably insult him loudly and painfully in the process. But he wondered if she could tell. If there was a large 2 on his forehead or maybe there was a fancy L gone wrong. Did people still do that. He did feel like a loser, that much was true. “2 sweet, incredibly short hours.” So short it was a pain in the ass. Emi nodded, “that’s exactly that plan. I don’t think you want me running your errands though, I’d more than likely ruin everything and evoke your wrath.” The last thing he needed was a woman yelling at him as if he wasn’t feeling like the bottom of the food chain already. “Film? LIke you’re an actress?” He wasn’t sure what other form of filming she would mean.

It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. The one thing he wanted didn’t want him and he couldn’t force it, he wasn’t in a state to do much else. Maybe it would give him energy, it wasn’t like he had much to lose. Plus it was cheaper than a plant probably more sensible. He shrugged, “I’ll take your offer then, maybe the sick tea mix will just be some magic elixir for me.” He doubted it but a man could dream.

#opp: kathryn atkins

[emilioajean]

alecharpcr‌:

    “You look like me when Mia was first born—” That was a terrifying sight, no wonder so many people suggested he took more time off work. Then again, he had managed to figure out a routine that seemed to work well and return some of the life once present behind his eyes. “Oh, trust me, she would be wholly unimpressed. I played ‘boo’ with her the other day, snuck up behind to try and scare her and she told me she was bored.” His daughter really was something else, a drama queen one minute, an unimpressed sixteen year old the next. Alec was curious though, “What happened?” He pressed, picking up a succulent and wondering if he needed one for the office at work. “That’s not ok, man. How come?” He put the plant down, deciding that it wasn’t necessary and looked back to his friend with a little concern, “A hundred bucks comfy? No thanks. Now seriously man, how come you ain’t been sleeping?”

“You make parenting sound so beautiful” he deadpanned. Then again maybe the reward was worth it, but the lack of sleep was not yet a sacrifice he was willing to give. Though he was already giving that up like Halloween candy. Emilio busted out laughing, shaking his head. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “Did that bruise your ego a little? Because I would feel real hurt. I mean I’ve heard that children are mean but wow, that’s not even fair.” He sympathetically put his hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re scary enough for me.” He patted him, withdrawing. Children were cute but they were rightfully little terrors when they wanted. They were really proponents of honesty is the best policy, but no one really wanted their honesty. He didn’t. Emi rolled his eyes, “maybe not that much but pillows are worth a little splurge.” He spoke, bending down to try and smell one of the roses. In his opinion, all flowers smelled the same. Like dirt and nature. “It’s a long story but corrupted SD card led to me working on all the projects I’m in the middle of and everything else I could think of to do, like I changed my website 3 times and ended up back to what it was,” he breathed, glancing up at Alec then to the other flowers around him. “and now I’m in that awkward moment where you’ve missed your window of sleep and your brain won’t rest.”

#opp: alec harper

[emilioajean]

adrianaxcastillo‌:

The more he spoke, the more the womans concern grew, she knew that the likely hood was, he was a big boy and she should leave him alone, but she wasn’t going to. She wouldn’t want anyone to ever find her brother so clearly out of sorts and just leave him to his own devices so she wasn’t about to do the same for this guy. “Hey, are you alright?” She asked, the simple question loaded in the way that it was spoken, moving so that she was looking at him properly from where she was stood. “You look like you need a break more than anything.” He certainly didn’t look like he had slept for the past few nights at least, and with the bags she was guessing it was longer. “Do you have anyone to call? Or any where you want driving? Hell do you want coffee, anything at this point….but I’m afraid you’ve got me in full big sister mode and I’m not going to be leaving until you’re somewhere other than a random plant shop and safe.” Crossing her arms over her chest she gave him a look she often reserved for Sebastian, she was not to be messed with. “My name is Adriana by the way.” 

He wasn’t alright but he also knew better than to ramble to a stranger, or on a normal basis he did but on a normal basis he also didn’t look or sound like he got ran over. He had also rambled to her once, or to himself aimed towards her? It was the same thing. “A break is probably for the best, but like a break that ends up in a nap...” he trailed off. Deciding to not add that he wanted to take this so called break in a dark room, because that had to sound worse than anything he had said already. He definitely needed a break. Emi shook his head, chuckling. “I ubered, I’m in no state to drive, I also couldn’t find car keys but I ubered so you don’t have to worry about my ride, I can use the app.” He wasn’t completely incapable of doing things for himself but driving. The fear that he would fall asleep or worse hurt someone else on the way had been too high to have him make that kind of decision. He was responsible now. Minus this moment. “Only child, so the whole big sister mode is new to me, am I supposed to feel like a scolded child again? Because I kind of do,” he joked. He was a grown man, almost reverted to a 5 year old child. He didn’t even know her well, but he could appreciate the concern. “I feel like plant shops are generally safe,” he shrugged. Emi’s shoulders dropped at her look. Maybe God had saved him from being a sibling for a reason. “I hope I remember that. My name is Emilio.”

#opp: adriana castillo

[emilioajean]

roryhirsch‌:

Rory was in the midst of admiring a row of well-tended, bright pink snapdragons, hunched over and practically gawking, when he took notice of Emi’s exhausted muttering. He took that moment to stand up straight and to pause in his steps, shifting his attention from the flowers to his old friend. “Oi, I thought you’d like it! Or at least appreciate my fine company,” began Rory with a playful smirk, eyes bright with good-natured humor, in clear opposition to his friend’s dreadful own. Months ago, Rory would’ve suggested to tire themselves out through an alcohol binge—though that was hardly beneficial, and came with the caveat of waking up feeling even worse. “Maybe because they’re so rare to come by these days? At this rate, I’m pretty sure a single tree would be more expensive than my rent by, like, 2050,” he paused as he stroked his stubbled chin, wondering if he was already being generous with the time frame, “or 2040, assuming we haven’t killed the Earth by then.” Rory declared, ever the optimist.  

Everything seemed dull, Emi figured it was his own sense’s failing him rather than the plant nursery just really being bad at their job. That, and he doubted that Rory would be paying such close attention to dead flowers. Though maybe Rory’s eyes were messed up to and they were both screwed. Or... maybe he was asleep and this was the dream he was in. No such thing. Emi blinked, trying to hydrate his eyes or something of the sort. “You’re right, your handsomeness is a bright light in my dull world right now and I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge it before.” He could appreciate the energy Rory brought, a part of him wished he could feed off of it, at least to make himself look better if not feel better. If he at least looked okay, he could get away with a trash attitude. That was how the world worked. Somewhat. Emi groaned, the back of his hands rubbing across his eyes, “good Lord, we’ll still be alive by 2050, that’s insane. The decade is ending. By 2040, we probably we’ll probably have killed the earth or we’ve adopted the plot of Wall-E and that might be worse.”

#opp: rory hirsch

[emilioajean]

 olivianesbitt‌:

Olivia was quiet, ocassionally sharing a few looks at the man next to her while he’d continiously talk about his own state. She almost brushed her hand against his shoulder in order to show she as sympathetic, but she restrained herself from doing so, with a weak smile, Olivia turned her head, sharing another look at him with her dark hues. “Emilio… you’re so dramatic.” She chuckled, “well, I won’t say that adulting isn’t hard because it is, but I think that the only moment in my life I truly had some peace and was able to enjoy life without worrying about anything else was when I was just a child. Unfortunately we grow old, and we grew up in a captalist world.” Looking at the plants around them, she shrugged. “That’s a question I don’t know how to answer, but they are. They became an accessory. What’s worrying you so much?”

He was having a day, if one could even call it that anymore. A day was only 24 hours and he was well past that — not the point. Even in his hours of need, complaint, Emilio was glad there was someone by his side giving him some sort of sympathy. It could have also been complete pity at this point, but he couldn’t tell the difference so he would read what he wanted to from Olivia. He was selfish and annoyed and on the edge of desperate, Would she be willing to knock him unconscious? That’d count as rest, right? “Drama is all I have left in me Liv,” he sighed, giving her a small smile. He could admit he was being a tad bit of a drama queen but the adulting portion was not dramatic and he took Olivia’s agreement to reassure the point. Maybe he could make money off giving that same talk elsewhere. “I’ll half agree to that but we don’t know what scientists are working on, maybe someone had found the fountain of youth already.” The idea of a fountain of youth sounded war inducing but he also didn’t care for it, the world wasn’t exactly appealing in it’s current state. “Or a time travel machine,” he muttered, then he’d come back and decide if the fountain was useful. “I’ve discovered lack of sleep can’t kill you, which I guess is good for me. I think I slipped into overworked and perfection mode simultaneously and now my body or brain or whatever is running what’s left of the show, is back with a vengeance.”

#opp: olivia nesbitt #//wow i rambled lmfao sorry