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hello hello hello, i’m mini from the 6ix ! im a plant based, broke af media student that gets into one too many bus accidents when eating oranges and it’s been a hot minute since i’ve joined an rp this big, so - bare with me. also bare with my shitty gifs since i make them all from scratch. this ended up being a new muse for me so - bare with that too. i’m asking for a lot ! i’m sORRY DKFJGHDFKJGHD

emilia mernes. cis-female. she/her.  ／  angel giselle reyes just pulled up blasting nada by tainy, lauren jauregui & c. tangana — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty three year old influencer/vocalist, i’ve heard they’re really -sarcastic, but that they make up for it by being so +humble. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say karaoke nights with friends, watching the sunrise, and dancing in the middle of the street. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! 

          she used a hand to cover her mouth as she smiled widely with a laugh that followed . it was nice to have someone to relate to . not that there weren’t other latinx’s around , it’s just she doesn’t find many of them to be from argentina , so when she did find someone else from back home - whether the home was homey or not , it gave her a comfort feeling . “ of course not ! “ she agrees , clasping her hands for a moment together before raising a fist in the air triumphantly . “ viva argentina carajo ! “ gigi cheered enthusiastically , her sense of pride being evident . “ oh empanadas , ciiiisscooooooo ! “ she extended his name as if to whine . “ my mouth is watering . i miss it . i would even love to have a choripan . if we had the foods i’d make it ! “ she really would . thankfully she did know how to cook traditional foods . “ puedes cocinar ? we should cook ! “

          having gigi’s phone pointed at him while she was filming felt like the nonverbal equivalent of being told to think fast! for a moment jack looked like a sasquatch caught in flash photography, dark gaze startled and wide. “uh…greetings and salutations.” he lifted two hands to his forehead and reenacted luke skywalker’s signature salute from return of the jedi. jack doesn’t mind being on camera, but radio broadcast is where he’s most comfortable and he’s certain that it shows. even if it doesn’t, he lets out a sigh of relief when gigi turns off her phone. “would you consider ice cream to be a sufficient apology for the interruption? because that’s why i’m here,” he explained, “there’s this new place. we’re talkin’ thirty - one flavors. my best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with the girl who saw ferris pass out last night style.”

          he’s tried several times upon the request of friends who have asked, but so far hal hasn’t succeeded in teaching anyone how to skate. he fumbles when asked to explain how it’s done, because he started so young that he doesn’t even remember learning. skating is something he’s always just known how to do for as far back as he can recall. he’s spent some time mulling it over, and now hal thinks that he’s come up with a method of teaching the skill, but he wants to test it out first. “gigi, come on.” he tipped his head back and let out a long, dramatic groan. “i’ve tried teaching some of my other friends how to skate, but i’ve never been able to do it before because i didn’t know how to put it into words until now.” the excitement in his tone increased as he got further into his explanation. “i need you to be my hamster for today.”

ever climbed into the car, quickly embracing the other with one arm. “hi babe, it’s been so long!” she said with a large smile, closing the door behind her. “i was thinking we could go to this new cafe downtown? they have a bunch of good looking pastries that i’m dying to try.”

@giireyes​

he had been writing poems again. ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ , like he used to do when he started writing in middle school and he felt stupid about it, until his mother read some of them in a notebook that was supposted to stay hidden but hiding stuff from his mother had always been hard—until now it is. poems that only kept to himself, not because those were bad in fact if some of them were  𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 he would probably be one of the best poets of the city or better yet of the country, but he was not sure they were supposted to be out there. 

he doesn’t realize someone is behind until said presence starts to make him feel uncomfortable. he’s quick to close the notebook that keeps 𝚜 𝚎 𝚌 𝚛 𝚎 𝚝 𝚜 only he can know about, written out of his heart just to dump whatever that was making him feel so alone lately.  ❛can I help you ?❜ he finally speaks. 

tatum stood at the edge of the studio lot, shoulders shrunken down; backpack hanging low. in his hand dangled a stack of ink filled paper  – another script he couldn’t even get in the door with. he huffed, feeling down on his luck when – drip. drip. drip. “is that–?” he looked up at the now gloomy sky and his rosy cheeks were immediately splashed with raindrops. “oh c’mon–” he muttered, quickly stuffing his script into his backpack and sprinting over to the nearest cafe on the studio lot. the wind begin to pick up quite intensely, making it difficult to close the cafe door behind him once it was open. “c’mon,” he muttered again, in a fight with the glass door that just wouldn’t close. that is until a set of hands settled down on the door handle beside him and helped him pull it shut. “t-thanks–” he said, turning to get a better look at the person that saved him from minor disaster. “i was half a second away from being on route to the land of oz.”