#trying to tweak her design a smidge here and there

[gh0stguts]

bored at work, have some reuniclus scribbles

[ironmandeficiency]

soft? (1/2)

pairing: horacio carrillo / reader

word count: 922

summary: carrillo? soft? no one would have guessed, especially not steve and javier.

req: I can't take off my mind the image of the first time that Javi and Steve see Carrillo being soft with his wife in a ceremony or on another occasion, and I totally imagine these two being like ?????? *insert confused faces here* KkkkkkkkKKKK Anyway, have a good day :)

a/n: i only tweaked it a teensy smidge bc it’s been a while since i rewatched narcos and can’t recall ceremony etiquette atm. decided to make it two parts, one with steve seeing soft!carrillo and the other with javi

warnings: implied smut if you squint, one christian thing

when it came to finding escobar, most were resigned to not taking days off. whether someone was talking about the search bloc or american dea agents, they didn’t see a difference in the sentiment. it would get to the point where both organizations had to force their men to take days off to keep them from burning out.

on the chopping block today were steve and your horacio.

your husband came home upset about the forced day off the night before, hating the fact he felt sidelined and nearly discarded. but with a gentle smile and a loving kiss, you begin to remind him what sort of perks await him with an entire day off.

when you’re laying in your bed, horacio’s arms right around you, you continue giving him the logic behind his government-assigned day off. “even god took a day of rest after creating the world, mi alma. you are not above the needs of man. you need to be taken care of, too.”

horacio’s reply is cheeky, a grin making another rare appearance on his lips. they seem to happen a little more around you, when he’s safe at home. “is that not why i have you, amor?”

“you know exactly what i mean, horacio.” you can feel the heat in your cheeks at his words and with your face laying on his chest, you know he feels it too. even after being married for six years, he still has the power to make you flush like he did on your first date. “let’s go to lunch tomorrow. our pantry is almost bare, and we won’t be buying groceries on an empty stomach.”

he presses a firm kiss to your temple, arms pulling you even more on top of him. “anything you want, dulzura.”

horacio will only slightly regret this decision the next afternoon. see, he didn’t know that agent murphy was also designated this afternoon off when he agreed to go out in public with you. after a few hours of blissful peace, he was disrupted by a shout of his last name by a too familiar voice. he knew you heard it, your head snapping around to try and find a familiar face amid the sea of people yet coming up empty.

desperately he wanted to ignore it but when the blond american agent made his way in front of the two of you, he was screwed.

there was a woman that horacio didn’t recognize on murphy’s arm, but common sense told him she was the man’s wife. vague memories spring to mind of conversations about her and the baby they adopted and thanks god that he remembers names or else this would have been awkward for everyone involved.

after some pleasantries and small talk, horacio “reminds” you of the next thing on your day’s to-do list (you knew him well enough to know he just wanted to leave, list be damned) with a soft voice and a hand on the small of your back. steve looked all too thankful for the out and while you and connie made plans to hang out soon, your husbands just stood waiting on you both like kids whose moms started talking in the grocery store aisles.

“it was nice to meet you both, have a good evening!” you called to steve and connie as you and horacio walked away, your husband’s hand on your lower back slightly guiding you.

“the same to you!” connie’s reply was almost lost to the noise of the city streets but you caught it in time to throw a wave behind you.

when you turned back around, horacio leaned and pressed a kiss to your temple without a word, squeezing you closer into his side as you walked. his job taught him that the spoken word meant nothing if you didn’t back it up with your actions, and this bled over into his personal life. he wasn’t the type to often use his words to reassure you of his dedication; his love was shown through acts of service and, when alone, physical affection.

the fact you were so casually being affectionate with carrillo, one of the most feared and respected members of the search bloc, threw steve for every loop imaginable. connie noticed her husband’s perplexion and asked if he was okay, wondering why the seemingly normal encounter left her husband with a massive question mark above his head.

“that was colonel carrillo, the one i’ve told you about.”

the blonde woman was not impressed with his explanation in the slightest. “and? is he not allowed to show affection to his wife when off the clock?” steve would offhandedly mention some things that happened at work if they weren’t too graphic or a matter of security, and he had described the colonel’s unbendable determination to free his country from pablo escobar and others like him.

steve sighs and shakes his head at the subtle hint. “you wouldn’t get it, honey. the guy’s usually got a stick so far up his ass that he has to pull it out through his mouth to beat people with it!”

the turn of phrase took the conversation on a detour, connie now laughing at the absurd image of the man she just met beating people with his ass stick. steve lost his train of thought enjoying the moment of peace that came with her laugh.

he was so going to tell javi about this gentle carrillo shit. what happened to the stick up his ass? just wasn’t natural.

carrillo taglist: @pedropasscals @princess76179 @whovianwar @jedi-mando @torradoza @themarcusmoreno @obirain @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 92

92

   Lance lived up to his warnings over having nightmares. His boyfriend waking up screaming four times during the night, the last time the worst as he’d barely fallen back to sleep in Keith’s arms before he was shaking and moaning for help. Keith wanted to go back in time and kill Nyma and Rolo himself.. not for the first time and probably not for the last time. With how much of the night Keith spent awake, Shiro let him “sleep in”, creeping into his bedroom a little after 8 as Keith dozed. Cuddled into him, Lance was drenched in sweat, despite his body being as cool as ever. Blearily, Keith blinked at his brother over Lance’s head

“Ugh?”

“How’s he doing?”

Stroking Lance’s hair, Keith hated how useless he’d been at calming Lance back down. His boyfriend would wake up, start crying, cling to him, then cry himself back to sleep

“Sleeping...”

  Shiro nodded in sympathy. All-nighters with nightmares fucking sucked. Lance hadn’t been violent towards him, but he’d tossed and turned plenty

“Coran’s called. He asked if you both could come in... I told him about Lance, he said it was best to let him rest”

“Mhmm... do I...?”

He hadn’t slept enough to be rested, but he wasn’t awake enough to string a sentence together

“Yeah. He said he wanted to talk to you about something he’d discovered. He was very apologetic about it all”

“When?”

“He thought it best you head in now to get it out the way. I can keep an eye on Lance”

Why couldn’t Coran come to them? Moving seemed like effort... and Lance really needed him right now. But it wasn’t as if he could say no

“I’ll... up”

“Okay. I’ve got your coffee waiting”

   Lance didn’t wake up as Keith extracted himself from his boyfriend. The fever had him concerned, as did whatever Lance was currently dreaming about. Showering and dressing in the first things he found out his closest, Keith carried his coffee mug to work with him, making it clear he’d been disturbed. Meeting him at the elevator, Coran seemed to have had a sleepless night too. Neither of them particularly talkative as they headed to Coran’s office.

  Finishing the last of his coffee, Keith stared into the cup hoping it’d magically refill. Coran letting out a long breath as he sat himself down in his chair

“I know you’re eager to get back to Lance, so I’ll keep this as brief as possible”

“He didn’t sleep well... he kept waking up thanks to Nyma and Rolo”

“He seemed very shaken last night”

“We talked for a bit... Sendak scared the fuck out of him”

“He scares me, if I’m honest. Now. I thought I’d let you know that your night wasn’t spent in vain. The Blades managed to extract some audio from your recordings that they’re following up”

“You called me down for that?”

Caffeine deprived Keith was a snappy Keith

“That and I thought you’d like to know the initial results on those samples”

  That got his attention, Coran noticing

“Now, that first sample. The blue one, we couldn’t make heads or tails of, though it did give us some clues on the bag itself. The handler had trace amounts of grease and diesel on their hands. The Blades are running their own analysis on it, and believe the bag it was in may provide some leads. The second sample has me concerned”

“How so?”

“I was hoping Lance would be here for this... we did have a conversation the other night...”

“He told me freaked out over his smell”

“Ah. That makes things easier. I wasn’t sure if he’d confided in you as to wanting to stop his heat or at least find a contraceptive that’d help. In the sample you obtained, we found an unusual mix. For the most part it was dried blood, however, upon running more tests, I’ve determined that it’s... I suppose you’d call it a werewolf viagra. Designed for werewolves predominantly, the formula has been slightly tweaked and traces were lifted off your clothes. I wanted to see if Lance was displaying symptoms”

The last thing they needed was werewolf Viagra. Matt and Rieva were horny enough as it was

“He had a fever when I left...”

  Coran frowned as his fingers went to smooth the edge of his moustache. Keith knew that fever wasn’t a good sign. He should have made Coran come to them

“That’s not a good sign. It may be emotionally related, though it may also be related to what you all breathed in last night. Is it possible for you to bring him in?”

If Lance was up for it, he would have been right here beside Keith. Coran should really know that

“He’s not up for it. Those nightmares were really bad... he barely slept at all”

“Then I want you to monitor him. I told him the other night we were still trying to figure out how to help him, and how to keep his hormone levels stable. It’s all been a muddle with Lotor. I may be overreacting...”

Overreacting was better than under reacting

“I’d rather know so I know if something does happen...”

“I thought you would. As I said, I did wish to talk to both of you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t leave here. I’m in a smidge of trouble for withholding evidence”

  The Blades could go jump. Lotor had sent them there for a reason, not the Blade members. Lotor wanted them to have whatever information was to be found... or maybe he just wanted to show them Sendak and remind them of their mortality.

  “That’s not your fault”

Coran hummed, tilting his head slightly

“That’s very kind of you to say. I’ll let you head back to Lance. If his symptoms don’t worsen by evening, he’ll be fine to return home. I do have some medication I would like him to try, just to counteract what’s in his system at the moment. It’s a bit like ingesting bad blood, and his body needs a bit of a boost to remove the last of it. Normally he burns through things quite quickly when he’s stable, making finding a way to keep a sustained dose in his system hard”

“He was really upset. He wants to do more things together. I didn’t know how freaked out shopping had made him”

“He has a soft heart, and he’s most smitten with you. I’m ashamed I’m still working on it. Though I did tell him I wanted to leave his hormones to settle for three months...”

  Keith vaguely remembered that... and Lance’s six month probationary period. Surely now Kolivan and Krolia knew Lance, Lance’s life was secured. He wouldn’t be above emotional manipulation should Krolia decide otherwise. That and he really would never forgive his mother if he lost Lance

“You know what he’s like. He’s convinced himself we can’t do anything together because I’m in danger”

Coran sighed deeply. The kind of soul deep sigh that Keith felt

“You both are, I’m afraid. His scent is quite noticeable. I have had a few vampires, and werewolves, comment on it. I’m afraid that I might not be able to give him what he wants as fast as he wants it. I may be onto something contraceptive wise. The scent... I truly believed would settle in time”

Maybe if Lance hadn’t been pulled into his world, it would have? His boyfriend had had such a quite life before he’d come along

“Basically we’re being too impatient, aren’t we?”

Coran smiled as he nodded

“You are. Young love can be that way. I remember that feeling all too well. Now, I’m going to give you an injection for him. You may call it the hopes of an old man, as well as a slight experiment, as it’s far better for him to go into heat naturally. I’ll need you to draw some of your own blood before injecting him”

  That reminded him. Lance would be proud if he could see him operating on one cup of coffee. Not only was he talking, he was remembering like a functional human

“Coran, you said before that fresh blood would help him...”

“It would, but he can’t have things both ways”

“What makes fresh blood so different?”

“Think of it like your cup of coffee. When it’s warm, it leaves you feeling much more satisfied... though, perhaps that’s not the right way to word it. Say you were starving, your choice between a fresh crisp apple and an apple with the onset of rot. Both will cure your hunger, though the crisp apple tasted better, it’s better for you, and you feel better for eating it. I’m not explaining this right... There’s more life in fresh blood. Magic if you will”

Keith nodded... Vampire welfare was on the BOM official study guide. Keith had to continually remember that they were full of shit

“Like remote control batteries. Fresh blood is like fresh batteries and last longer. Blood bags are like half used batteries that keep you going until you replace them with other half used batteries”

Coran’s eyes widened, his smile broadening to being too big for the hour of the morning

“Number two, that’s the best description I’ve heard to date. I might have to use it myself. Now, you really best be home. Allura will be meeting with Lotor later, she’s assured me he’s fine with meeting with her alone”

“I think Lance dented his ego”

“More like he smacked across the face repeatedly with a newspaper”

  They both smiled at the thought. Keith didn’t see whatever Allura saw in Lotor. All he saw was an unnecessary complication. Standing up, he stretched, muscles protesting thanks to how he’d spent the night holding Lance. If Allura wanted to meet with Lotor it really wasn’t his business, all he wanted was to get home to his boyfriend.

   *

Lance slept on, Keith feeling guilty about injecting his boyfriend while he was sleeping but didn’t want to wake him now he was finally resting peacefully. Thanks to that it turned into a lazy day, Keith pulling on his pyjamas and conking out next to his boyfriend. Leaving his phone unguarded, it wasn’t until nearly 4pm that he woke, roused by Lance waking up. Peppering kisses to Keith’s cheek, Keith smiled as he hugged his boyfriend close, determined that Lance wouldn’t feel judged over his nightmares

“Good morning, sleepy head”

  Nuzzling into Keith’s cheek, Lance was relaxed against him

“Hey, hot stuff”

“What brings you to a bed like this?”

“My boyfriend... My amazing boyfriend”

Keith’s smile widened, playing along

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He has no idea how much he helped last night”

“He sounds like a keeper”

“He is...”

  Falling into a comfortable silence, it was broken by Kosmo who’d heard them. His paws scratching on Keith’s door, whining pathetically to be let in. Shiro collecting him up before letting himself into Keith’s room. Carrying the excited puppy over, he dropped Kosmo lightly on the pair of them

“You’re lucky I don’t charge babysitting fees”

“Don’t be like that... what’s the time?”

“Nearly 4. Pidge says you’re disgusting”

Keith groaned in confusion. One minute he was having cuddles, the next Kosmo was climbing over him and Pidge’s name was being brought up

“What did you do?”

“I may have sent a photo or ten of you two sleeping to your chat”

“Shiro!”

He was going to kill his brother

“It’s your fault for not locking your phone and I wanted to let them know you guys were both alright”

  That word “alright” seemed to linger in the air. Lance going tense as if he expected Shiro to yell

“I’m sorry for last night”

“Nah. It’s alright. As long as you’re feeling better”

That desire to murder faded when Keith realised his brother was trying to reassure Lance that he was still welcome here and that having nightmares wasn’t about to wind up up with him evicted

“A lot... I’m sorry they were so severe”

“It’s okay. Nothing compared to some of the nightmares we’ve been through, and it’s not something you can help or control. Curtis is out in the living room if you two feel up to being human”

“I guess I’m staying here...”

  Keith took a moment to process before groaning, Lance kissing his cheek. His boyfriend wasn’t funny

“You’re a shit”

“I’m dead... and I probably look like shit, but I’m not sure you’re using the right descriptive words”

“You’re an idiot crumpet”

“And you’re a cranky caffeine needing anger loaf”

Keith couldn’t disagree. Shiro laughing at the pair of them

“I’ll let Curtis know you’re coming out”

“He already knows”

That smooth fucker. All Keith could do was groan again at Lance.

  Skipping showering, Keith lent Lance some of his clothes to wear. His boyfriend pulling off the cliche “stolen boyfriend hoodie” happily. Heading out to the living room, Curtis smiled at the pair of them

“Good to see you awake. Sorry I couldn’t come back last night. Coran got in trouble for bringing us along”

Lance stalled mid-step, head jerking up, looking like a deer in headlights

“Fuck. Lotor...”

“I’d rather not”

Now he had Curtis doing it too. Why were all their friends so weird?

“Noooo. Shit. We should have met with him by now”

Placing his hands on Lance’s shoulders, Keith pushed him towards the sofa

“Allura’s got it handled”

“She does? How do you know she does?”

“Because I saw Coran this morning. Now sit down already, I’m feeling exhausted already trying to guess what’s going on in your head”

  Lance obediently sat, Keith flopping down next to him

“What do you mean you saw Coran?”

“I mean I saw him. He called earlier”

“What did he say? Is Allura okay?”

“Allura’s fine. He wanted to talk but you were sleeping so I went in to find out what was going on”

Lance frowned hard. Hard enough for it be adorable

“You should have woken me”

“It’s fine. We had a chat. Blades got some leads to work on and we all got slightly drugged. No biggie”

  Shiro fumbled the mug he was holding as the smoke alarm started beeping. Lance hissing and covering his ears. In the kitchen the toaster had gone up in flames, Curtis moving to open the windows, Shiro moving to deal with the toaster. Unplugging it, he dropped the device in the sink, turning the water on to douse it in a way that couldn’t be safe. Flying up the sofa, Kosmo shook as he panted, trying to climb up Keith’s chest

“Turn the alarm off!”

“On it!”

  The whole sequence of events took place in the space of a few minutes. Lance and Keith both wide awake now. It’d been a while since anything had gone up in flames in the kitchen... as if they’d been lulled into a false sense of security. Turning alarm off, they all breathed a sigh of relief as the noise died

“Sorry ‘bout that”

Keith was confused by Curtis apologising

“What are you saying sorry for? Shiro’s the one in the kitchen”

“I should have hit the alarm before doing the windows”

“Don’t blame this on me. There’s nothing in the toaster”

Rubbing at his ears, Lance sighed

“Why does it have to be toasters? Why can’t it be something less flammable?”

Keith didn’t have an answer. Shiro was in the kitchen meaning it was his fault

“It’s the first time Shiro’s killed one here”

Shiro quick to deny

“Again, not my fault!”

“None of you should be allowed in a kitchen. I’ll clean up, and as I do, I want the three of you to sit on the sofa and have a good hard think about your actions”

  When Lance was determined, it was impossible to talk him out of something. Curtis and Shiro both looked sheepish sitting on the sofa next to Keith with their hands in their laps, Keith’s resting on a traumatised Kosmo. The three of them too scared to talk properly

“He’s your boyfriend...”

“I’m not getting invoked”

“We weren’t anywhere near the toaster”

“Doesn’t matter. Shut up. You’ll get us in trouble”

From the kitchen Lance called out

“I’d like to say I know you know I can hear you. You’ve all lost your rights to touch a toaster”

Keith kicked Shiro in the side of the leg with a glare. He’d worked hard to have toaster privileges again

“Now look what you’ve done”

Shiro gaped at him. His brother had brought this on himself

“Me? I didn’t touch it”

“Doesn’t matter. You got me in trouble”

“But I didn’t do anything. Curtis, back me up”

  Curtis decided now was the time to check under his nails for imaginary dirt

“Did you say something?”

“Traitor. You’re supposed to be on my side”

“As an experienced toaster killer, it’s best you accept your punishment”

“I’ll punish you”

Ugh. Gross. He didn’t need to think about that

“Bring it. What are you doing to do? Grind my horn down?”

“No, but I might paint your tail while you sleep”

“Oh good. I was thinking it needed a fresh coat of fuck off”

Delivered deliberately, Keith felt Shiro’s soul take damage. His brother had no smart reply for that. Instead Shiro crossed his arms, leaned back into the sofa, and looked away from the both.

   Seeing they’d been banned from the kitchen, Lance made sandwiches for the four of them. Keith wanted to help, but all it took was a look for the words to die unasked. Lance wanted to feel normal, so was doing something as mundane as making sandwiches. Presenting them nicely, with coffee for three of them, his boyfriend then sat on the arm of the sofa

“Okay. You can eat now. I’m probably going to head back to Garrison tonight”

Lance wasn’t going to ask about being drugged?

“Coran said you should stay... to make sure you’re okay. I had to give you an injection of blood and stuff to help get everything out your system”

“I did wonder why my arm hurt. Did he say what it was?”

Keith blushed, mumbling

“Werewolf viagra”

“What?!”

 Screeching, Lance nearly fell off the sofa arm backwards. Hands flaying before grabbing the arm of the sofa and saving himself

“Werewolf what?”

“Viagra. Traces were on our clothes. It’d been like adjusted or something. Coran wanted to make sure you didn’t go into heat or anything”

Angrily, Lance huffed

“Oh, so now he can do something about it...”

Whelp. Fuck

“He said it would be burned through in your system and you needed a bit of jump start with that”

“I feel shitty enough without this viagra. Why the fuck would they be using it in a vampire club?”

Keith shrugged

“I don’t know... You’ll have to ask Coran”

“Because that won’t be an awkward conversation. Can you imagine Matt if he sniffs it in me? He’s horny enough as it is”

  Shiro choked on his sandwich, hitting his chest with his fist

“I don’t need to think about that”

“Neither did I. Did he tell you what I’m supposed to feel?”

“You had a fever and he was worried it’d turn into a heat”

“Great. So a guy can’t have a fever these days without being secretly horny... Thanks, life”

Curtis braved the cranky Lance

“He does have a point. A fever is a prime indicator that you’ve gone into heat”

“Not that kind of fever...”

“You also had an incredulous stressful night. Personally I believed you would turned into a bat”

“Your confidence in me is startling”

“You are swayed easily by your emotions”

  Keith winced in sympathy for Curtis. It was nice knowing him

“And your feet smell like parmesan cheese. Sometimes facts fucking suck”

It seemed Curtis would live to see another day. Keith, no longer as blind as he’d been, could see right through all of this. This was Lance doing that mood thing when things got too much and he tried too hard to make them all feel better. Yeah. He was onto his boyfriend. That irritating fake perk... that he found not as irritating when it wasn’t directed in his direction... Lance loved everyone in their friend circle so much that Keith couldn’t blame him for wanting things to feel normal between them

“That’s not my fault”

“And my emotions are what keeps me sane, though hanging out with you lot makes me question why I bother”

“Because we’re interesting?”

Lance sighed, Curtis calming him down with those three words

“I can’t deny that. And who the hell sprinkles werewolf viagra over a crowd of vampires? It’s like asking for us to be chased by horny mutts. I feel exhausted thinking about the way we all acted and now I find out that some wanker thought it was okay to drug my boyfriend. Being a vampire sucks. I want to punch someone in the dick for this”

  Keith snorted. The infamous dick punch threat was bound to come out

“You’re not alone there. I think Coran would punch them too”

“How did he even find out what it was so fast?”

“By the look of it he worked all night”

“He’s an idiot. He’s going to burn himself out if he doesn’t rest. You said we got leads?”

“Yeah. Someone slipped some stuff into Allura’s pocket. They’re still working on it, but the second lot was definitely viagra and blood”

“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks Sendak was experimenting last night and came to check the results”

  Keith shook his head. Now Lance suggested it, it seemed very likely that was the case

“I’m not taking that bet. You’re probably right. You’ve got a good instinct for these things”

“It comes with being old and tired of people... and vampires. I’m tired of vampires. I’m a tired old vampire tired of vampires”

Keith forced down his laughter. Lance wasn’t that old for a vampire. Plus, they were both old and tired of people

“You poor thing. Come sit in my lap and tell me all about it”

His boyfriend hissed at him

“I feel personally attacked now. You could have denied it”

“In the words of Pidge, “Merp””

“You can’t quote the gremlin against me. She’s magical. She’ll hear”

Pidge was magical in her own way. She was unbeaten with a laptop in her lap. The world should really fear her and her tenacious spirit

“She should write a book”

“How to “Merp” according to Pidge?”

“Pretty much”

“Maybe if she did, they’d give up this stupid fucking hunt. Did Coran say how long I have to stay I town?”

“He said you can go home if you’re still okay this evening”

  Keith would have preferred Lance stayed so they could be sure the vampire was truly okay

“I don’t want to drive back, but I have to make sure they’re still all okay. Especially after last night”

“I know”

Not that it made it easier to say goodbye. Lance reminded him of when he had to see Shiro at every chance he got to make sure Shiro hadn’t been killed like Adam

“I think I deserve cuddles for this...”

“I did offer my lap”

“I know. I’m coming in...”

Curtis’s sharp wit struck again, commenting as Lance climbed off the sofa arm

“Really? I do believe Shiro said you were coming out”

  Closing his eyes, Keith sighed to himself in the moment it took Lance to club into his lap. Why did their friends have to be so weird?

[jonasmaurer]

Friday Faves

Hi friends! Happy Friday <3 I hope you’ve had an ok week and are enjoying the morning. This week felt like a weird one, right?! I slept horribly all week (full moon what) and got a strange rash all over my neck, torso, and one spot on my hand. My doc still isn’t sure what caused the rash but it seems to be *knock on wood* on the way out. At least it hasn’t gotten worse in 48 hours? I just didn’t need anything extra to test my character right now lol.

Another piece of the week: I’ve been trying to get dressed and put on a little makeup every day. After wearing purely sweats and athletic clothes for about 7 weeks, I was just feeling blah and down. I thought if I at least put on some jean shorts each day, it might put a little pep in my step and bring a tiny smidge of normalcy (<— I cling to anything that feels the slightest bit *normal* right now). It has absolutely helped. We’re talking super casual because there’s no reason to wear a sundress and wedges while trying to teach Liv square roots (yes, they’re doing square roots in second grade) and supervise P while she pretends the house is her personal ninja course.

(tank on sale // jean shorts // sandals // earrings)

In the standard Friday spirit, here are some faves from the week and around the web! I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below.

Read, watch, listen:

New episode of Some Good News.

YAY Disney Singalong this weekend.

The reason why our brains are foggy lately.

Brb crying.

When small things are everything.

House and life:

A crazy story: I lost the Pilot’s wallet. He got home from a trip and put his keys and wallet on top of my car in the garage. I didn’t see them and left with the girls to get donuts one morning. We were driving on the main road out of our neighborhood, I heard a thunk, and saw something fly off my back window that looked like a piece of wood. I was SO confused because I knew I hadn’t hit anything and it took a couple of minutes to realize that it was the Pilot’s wallet. I circled around the street 4 times and couldn’t see it anywhere. The Pilot also walked on the side of the road, in 105 degree heat, looking for the wallet for probably an hour. We thought it was a lost cause until someone returned it to my mom’s house!!! (Her address was on one of his IDs since we move so often.) YAY for good samaritans! Everything was in the wallet even though it had obviously been run over by a car or twelve.

(Yes, we still ended up getting donuts.)

Working with Havenly! I’ve mentioned this on the blog a couple of times, but we worked with Havenly last summer to redesign our formal living room. I wanted it to be more welcoming and “put together” instead of hodge podge pieces from us moving from house to house.

Natalie really helped us with a cohesive design and I love that it’s more bright and welcoming! Instead of ordering everything at once, I waited and added things to the collection over time. Since we added the photo gallery, photo ledges, and Frida (our enormous Fiddle Leaf Fig), it’s finally finished!

We’re currently working with Natalie again on our master bedroom and I’m so excited with the concept that she designed. I’ll definitely report back once we get everything together. If you want to try out Havenly – it’s SO amazing for full designs or mini tweaks to update a current room, you can use my link for $50 off a full or $20 off a mini package.

Fashion + beauty:

I’m going to be co-hosting a webinar with Tina and Arsy on Monday all about the Beautycounter opportunity.

This has been such a gamechanger for my business! It’s added an additional full revenue stream and given me the opportunity to connect with amazing women and work with a company I truly believe in. If you’re interested in learning more about what it entails, sign up for the webinar here! We’ll also be sending out a replay if you can’t attend it live.

Click here to sign up! I’d love to see ya in there.

Fitness + good eats:

The Sakara Life cookbook. I was going to order some of their meal delivery but decided to try out the cookbook first and see if I liked the food. The photos are gorgeous and I love that the cookbook doesn’t include extremely obscure ingredients. Many of them are more labor-intensive, but I can’t wait to try out a couple this weekend!

Not a fave: the Body by Simone App. I got 3-month access as a Beautycounter incentive but I tried a couple of workouts and was underwhelmed. The workouts didn’t seem very purposeful or structured (I can’t help but compare everything to the gold standard that is Les Mills. You can still use my link for 21 days free!) and this probably has to do with music rights, but the music isn’t great. More of my fave fitness apps are here!

These curry noodle bowls look amaaaazing.

Bodyweight home workout.

Core and leg burning workout.

Happy Friday, friends! xo

Gina

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