#anyways!! happy birthday gabe i love u

[cherryredstars]

hi hii cherry !! i love love love ur shit fr 😩

i saw this jjk's gojo fanfic the other day by @hannzai (shoutout bc also a cool writer !!) in passing where reader was his son's ex n they got revenge on him by sleeping w his dad (can't add link :/) n my mind couldn't help but end up thinking abt how the concept would be so fun to apply to miggy

i was thinking non-spider au, billionaire-ceo!single-dad!miguel who had his son, gabe (the second gabriel o'hara bc miggy loves his baby brother but has to give his kid a nickname for a distinction), young (i specifically thought of 20-22 but u could always change it to younger for a teen pregnancy thing, i just wanted him in his forties 💀). with a baby mama that walked out. miguel was a big family man nonetheless and had always made time for gabe n his family, made sure to raise him good. but somehow, his kid turned out a womanizing brat who had zero respect for others—the complete opposite of what miguel had taught n raised him to be. n it frustrates him to no end bc he doesn't know where he went wrong.

one day, gabe randomly tells him over dinner that he met someone (reader, ofc) a little older (i'm thinking four years older, so gabe is 22 n reader is 26 bc it's a good age gap for her n mig) n started dating them seriously n miguel was so surprised but he was so proud n so happy for his son, miggy himself didn't care too much for romance bc even after a little over two decades, he still thinks of how his baby mama left him n w his line of work, trust issues were necessary. but he was so happy n proud of his son !! he met reader very few times, once over dinner and a few times as his son's date to an event/ gala they were invited to n he was so glad that his boy was settling for someone so good n mature n intelligent n elegant n pretty and—

but then he realized it was all for naught be his son slept around anyw, regardless of the fact that he was supposed to be committing to someone, miggy questions his life decisions pt. ii.

reader ofc knows she's totally being cheated on, but she persevered. not be she's in love w gabe or anything, she doesn't even really like him, she was just lonely bc she only moved to nueva york recently for her job n she hadn't made any good friends yet so she's clinging :((

then it's gabe's 23rd birthday bash, they're like two months into dating, reader was hoping to get his attention that night. she wore a new dress that showed her off, shaved, spent hours on hours getting ready to look pretty so that her so-called ‘boyfriend’ would acknowledge her, only to be stumped at the party when gabe was alr sucking face with some other girl, surrounded by other women dressed skimpier than her n didn't even glance at her once. so she just ends up trying not to cry at some balcony, trying to still feel pretty bc she really did like her dress, she's regretting sm bc y did she even decide to go for someone younger, anyw, that was stupid n desperate—she always liked older guys anyw.

n guess who ends up seeing her?? her bf's hot dad!!!!!!

he approached her bc he preferred a familiar face n was never one for parties, but then he sees her crying n he immediately knew why. n for some reason, he wanted to comfort her, she was too pretty to be crying over his stupid manwhore son, anyway. he was too young to understand. miguel was older, he had the experience. he could treat her better—wait, y was he thinking that?? that's still his boy's gf.

but he just feels so so bad for her :(( maybe he should just show her exactly how she should be treated :(( starting by how to properly receive an o'hara dick ;(( (yes nsfw pls if u don't mind)

(she immediately ran off to yell at gabe from a distance n tell him she's breaking up w him ((bc she's not a cheater but which he hardly cared anyw)) before running back to pounce on papi o'hara and kiss him silly.)

optional but i think it would be funny for the next morning to happen n gabe either finds his dad n (ex) gf cuddling naked beneath the sheets in bed or seeing her in his kitchen making coffee (reader does not like coffee she made it for someone else ;)) while trying to nurse his hangover, not remembering that she was there n asking why she was, only for her to say that she was w his dad now n gabe pretty much fell out of his chair.

(preferably afab!reader pls !! also, i thought of reader being slightly more innocent ((doesn't partake in vices; drinking n smoking n all)) n kind of a good girl so do w that as u will <3 I'm so so sozzy this is so long i had to shrink it so it's not that long but i use too many words to summarize things that it's still so long anyw i'm hoping u like it enough to pick it up tho if there aren't roo many requests :D this idea has been stuck in my head for days since i read that oneshot i'm so stupid for this AGH)

Here you go!!!

[jadeneppy]

I did get ur ask but i will not answer it directly since people dont follow me for my personal affairs. If you wanna see my response its gonna be under the readmore

They gave their side of the story and i gave mine. I constantly asked for consent and now that its years later they are taking it away. Dunno how that works but while we were together i did ask before doing anything irl. If they felt really uncomfortable they could have asked me to stop at any time and i would have. As for being smug what else would i be? Its been years gabe!!! Talk to me like a normal person!!

Im not gonna be able to change your mind and of course i still feel bad but just because i feel bad doesn't mean im guilty of what they accuse me of doin! When they asked about top surgery or goin on T i always said I'd help support them, i dont know where they got that i wouldn't when its in our dms!

Im not sure what else you guys are upset about since they didn't feel the need to bring it up but i honest to god felt like me and sigs last goodbye was gonna be the end of this whole drama tho i dont wanna call it drama. We had our talk and you both blocked me without giving your reasoning, like when u first block evaded after i gave my piece, you were the one who didn't want to continue the conversation when i was willing to explain my reasoning or my side. I cant believe it took the ramblings of a high me to get u to finally send an ask tho, like i was sooo out of it and didn't even remember what i typed. Did u completely miss all my posts where i said i missed their company? I never saw sig in a bad light up until this whole thing started getting bad. Why? Cuz they always feared I'd hate them, they had multiple dreams about it and would cry.

I even now dont hold a lot of malice towards them just kinda in disbelief that they'd say these things to others before me. Before we could ever talk about it so i could at least have give them my own response. They didn't wanna give me closure but in the end i still found my own version of closure and that was to believe in the TWO people that stood by me, when everyone else turned their backs on me. Literally all of our mutual friends left me behind except for Charles and Curt!!! I am so thankful to them and my new friends for sticking with me even after you tried to take them away from me.

If stalking me is a way of coping for you then i think you should look for some healthier alternatives. It took me a while to get over them and that whole situation like for gods sake they gave me ptsd! Just up and dropping me after 7 years and with no explanation! I had to wonder for weeks/months before i got an answer and even that wasn't clear enough since everyone was withholding information from me!

You should just be happy to be with sig at this point and forget about me all together? Its what you both wanted right? After what happened with kuro and windy i didn't wanna be that type of person for sig. But just as they said i should have been the person to protect them not the one who hurt them. That chapter is done but im still allowed to remember those times and be glad that i met them.

I sure as hell know they didn't throw away any of the gifts i gave em like the figures, shirts, games and the sonic hat. You coming to tell me that i was terrible for not buying them a 300 dollar console for their birthday?? What the fuck was that. That isn't a part of being a boyfriend, was i a bad boyfriend for not getting them that? I bought them so many things so many games just because i loved them and thought they deserved to have some type of gifts, it was my love language after all. All i asked for was their love in return. The only thing i did expect them to throw away were the pictures we took together cuz i sure as hell threw em away.

I had a feeling things weren't working out and before i could say or bring up anything i got blocked. But anyways either unblock me and talk like a normal person or leave me and my friends alone. If you saw the stalker post you should have seen Charles reply too. We don't know what your motive is and honestly you aren't scaring me at all. You're an annoyance at this point go back to your lover and fuck off

I was actually thinking of getting them the console for their birthday when they first brought it up but as soon as they started saying it was the least i could do after them having to deal with me. Thats when i started getting mad, if they wanted to break up earlier they could have said so we could have just parted ways instead of them dumping me while i was sleeping and not give me a chance to speak.

[sweetrevengeance]

Don’t Close Your Eyes

pairing: Philip Shea/Lukas Waldenbeck (Eyewitness)

word count: 3228 

trigger warnings: !! suicide attempt !! 

A/N: yo!! this is a birthday gift for my bestest bro Gabe!!! h8 to make u sad on ur birthday bud but ur the one who requested self harm Philip for ur birthday so ur wish is my command I guess!! 

Read it on ao3 here.

It took Lukas a little while to warm up to being out. It had taken him multiple grueling months beforehand to even begin to come to terms with himself, and making that public took a toll on him at first. He never regretted it, because he loved Philip, but a part of him wished it had just been easier. Once the initial shock died down - when people stopped pausing him in the hallways to say ridiculous things like so which one of you is the girl? or it’s such a shame. you were so cute when you were straight. - Lukas couldn’t have been more of a romantic. When people stopped talking so much and he stopped caring so much about what those people thought, the world became a lot easier to navigate for Lukas, because his mind was set on only one thing almost all the time: loving Philip. If someone had told him that first night in the cabin that one day he, Lukas actual Waldenbeck, would be kissing Philip Shea by his locker every morning, strutting around all proud and giddy with his fingers sewn between Philip’s in between every class, loving this boy in plain sight and everyone knew, he probably would have punched them for saying something so insane. And maybe that’s what it took him so long to get over; the notion that loving Philip made something wrong with him. But, with a little bit of soul searching and a couple of near death experiences, Lukas embraced who he was and who he loved, and he decided everyone else should embrace it, too. To make up for all the time he spent unfairly forcing Philip into the dark, Lukas made sure everyone in the whole wide world that was Tivoli, New York knew that he loved Philip and wasn’t afraid to admit it anymore.

It was one of those mornings, when Lukas was feeling so extraordinarily in love and wanted to show it off. It was hardly 9 AM when Lukas pulled himself out of bed on a Saturday morning to bike down to the local florist and pick up a fresh bouquet of purple and blue flowers. Philip hated roses, but he liked flowers in general. Mostly, he liked sticking them in Lukas’ hair and taking cheesy polaroids, but Lukas was always up for that, since it always made Philip smile.

He thanked the young woman behind the counter when she handed him the small but beautiful bundle of flowers. He checked his phone for the time (9:32 AM), but found his screen displaying a message also. It was a text from Philip, reading simply: I love you, Lukas. He abandoned any idea of trying to surprise Philip with breakfast in bed or anything, but he had sort of figured that would be the case unless he woke up really early. Philip didn’t sleep very much anymore; he was always awake before Lukas. Typing out a quick response about loving him too, Lukas wondered if Philip had similar romantic plans for the morning, considering the random outburst of affectional declaration. He silently hoped a small bouquet of flowers would be enough as he climbed back onto his bike and shoved the helmet over his head.

With the flowers in his lap tucked half under his shirt, the sound of Lukas’ motorbike was almost the only thing breaking the small town air. It only took him a few minutes to drive through town and end up in the familiar driveway to Helen and Gabe’s house. He could probably drive there in his sleep, seeing the amount of time he’d come to spend in Philip’s bedroom or at their dinner table. He brought his bike to a stop on the lawn, noting the absence of cars around him and concluding that both Helen and Gabe weren’t home - Helen almost certainly at the sheriff station, Gabe probably out grocery shopping or enjoying the early June sunshine out on the water. He smiled. He loved Helen and Gabe like family, but sometimes being alone with Philip was greatly preferred. Lukas peeled off his helmet and gloves and swung a leg over his bike, dismounting. He tussed up his hair a little bit to get the shape of the helmet out of it and regripped the flowers in his hand. He was only a little bit concerned that Philip hadn’t walked out the door yet. Usually, the sound of his bike lured Philip to greet him with a kiss on the front porch, but the old screen door stayed perfectly in place, even as Lukas climbed the few porch steps.

He knocked thrice, loudly enough to be heard, but there was still no sign of Philip. Lukas knew he was awake because of the text, and he waited almost a full minute at the door, but it seemed it wasn’t going to get opened from the inside. His mind wandered as to why Philip wouldn’t answer the door. Was he right about Philip also pulling a romantic gesture this morning? Was it some sort of surprise? Was he even home? Maybe Philip had walked to Lukas’ house when Lukas was riding to his? Whatever the case, Lukas waited a few more seconds before finally bending down to grab the spare key from beneath the potted plant next to his feet. He unlocked the door and let himself in, not for the first time.

Upon initial entry, the house was eerily quiet. He was certainly right that Helen and Gabe weren’t home, but it didn’t sound like anyone was. The air felt too cold, the atmosphere was too hard to swallow correctly. It just seemed strange. Kicking off his riding boots, Lukas stepped into the kitchen, where a flash of eggshell white got caught in his peripheral. There was an envelope sitting hastily on the kitchen table with his name scrawled on the front.

The seemingly empty house and the single letter could have confirmed Lukas’ romantic suspicions if the handwriting on the envelope wasn’t so off. Philip didn’t have extraordinary penmanship to begin with, but the letters looked shaky and rushed like the pen was fighting with the fingers holding it. The breaks and waves in the blue inked Lu Lukas seemed so telltale of uncertainty - hell, he had to try to write the name twice, and even then it looked wobbly and uneasy. The envelope filled Lukas with worry.

He set down the flowers on the table, his fingers brushing over the paper in front of him nervously. He picked it up and read his name again before turning it over in his hands and opening up the flap on the back. It hadn’t even been sealed. A somewhat crumpled piece of notebook paper covered in the same blue pen ink was folded inside. It was blotchy and smudged in multiple places. Lukas only needed to read the first line to understand the situation. He dropped the letter and ran.

Luckily Lukas’ feet were functioning better than his mind. His head was so filled with anxiety and adrenaline and genuine dread that he could barely conjure a coherent thought, but his legs carried him up the stairs and around a corner to Philip’s bedroom. He swung the door open, his eyes darting across every inch of the quiet room, searching for something he didn’t want to find. But the room was empty, Philip was nowhere in sight.

“Shit.” Lukas breathed, his voice no more than a panicked whisper.

His head was still swimming in fear, his heart still pumping unrelentlessly. He turned and ran back down the stairs, turning a few more corners until he reached the bathroom. He was thankful he knew the house’s interior like the back of his bike. He darted out a hand and wriggled the doorknob to the bathroom. The door shook, but didn’t open. It was locked.

“Shit!” He proclaimed, louder this time. “Philip!”

The locked door undeniably revealed that Philip was inside, but no answer was given. Lukas called his name again, louder, more desperate, banging his fist on the door.

It was no use. He hoped against all hope that Philip was just ignoring him or knocked out. He hoped he wasn’t too late. He needed to get into the bathroom. With his heart hammering below his skin, Lukas made a decision. The house was old. The door was wooden. He needed to get to Philip.

Taking a step back and as deep a breath as he could muster in his panicked state, Lukas drew back his leg and pushed all of his force into the swing of a kick. His heel smashed against the bathroom door, just under the doorknob. It hurt like hell and he probably should have left his boots on, but the shot of pain prickling through his foot was the last thing on his mind. He reeled back and kicked again, hearing a crack this time. It only took him one more kick and the door flew open, its hinges whining. He scrambled to recover his balance. Head rushing and out of breath, Lukas finally stepped into the bathroom.

His stomach dropped.

His breath caught in his throat, and despite his pulse thundering through his veins, he swore his heart stopped.

Philip was lying in the bathtub, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling alarmingly slowly. His arms and torso were covered in blood. His left arm was hanging off the edge of the tub, a razor blade lying on the floor perpendicular to it. Thick, dark droplets of red trailed across his palm and dripped slowly onto the floor, lingering on his fingertips for as long as possible until gravity pulled them from his skin. A small puddle was already formed on the tile. His other arm was resting weakly on his stomach, where the blood had pooled so much his hand was more red than pale. Deep, cavernous gashes shone on each of his wrists, blood still draining out of them, as it ostensibly had been for a while. Lukas yelled.

“Philip! Holy shit, no. No, no, no. Fuck!” He rushed to the tub, his head screaming at him not to panic and do something but his body refusing to come up with anything useful and panicking nonetheless. He dropped to his knees next to the tub, the small puddle from Philip’s left arm soaking into his jeans. The warmth of the blood snapped him into survival mode.

He yanked a towel from the rack behind him, taking Philip’s arm from the edge of the tub and tying the cloth tightly around his wrist. Philip winced a little, his eyes stirring slowly. Lukas frantically searched for another towel, but to no avail. Instead, he peeled the dark flannel off his shoulders and knotted it securely around Philip’s other wrist. His ankle was still throbbing from the door, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Once pressure was applied to both wrists, he reached into his pant pocket to pull out his phone. He slid to the emergency call screen and dialed 9-1-1 as fast as his shaking fingers could. The generic 9-1-1, what’s your emergency? greeted his ear a moment later.

“I need an ambulance! My boyfriend, he - he tried to kill himself and he’s bleeding so much and -” He couldn’t make it through the whole sentence. Saying the words out loud forced the welling in his eyes to spill over and his voice to break with a small sob.

“Sir, what’s the location?”

Lukas spat out the address into the phone, hanging up once the woman assured him an ambulance was on its way.

“Philip, hey, can you hear me?” Lukas asked desperately, bringing both his hands to the side of Philip’s face, slapping his cheeks a little bit in an attempt to make him coherent. Philip tilted his head and groaned lowly, and Lukas let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Philip, it’s me, it’s Lukas. P-Please say something.” He was still crying, harder now. It took Philip a full five seconds to open his eyes, and those few moments felt like years to Lukas.

“Lukas?” Philip’s voice was weak and depleted, but it was there.

“I’m right here, baby. I-I called an ambulance, you’re gonna be okay. Please, I need you to be okay.” He shook Philip’s head a little bit with nervous gesticulations.

Philip winced and drew his hand up sluggishly to grip Lukas’ arm, just below where the blond was touching his face. “I’m sorry, Lukas. I love you. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Lukas shouted as Philip’s eyes drooped half way and he put his hand back on his stomach. “Philip! I love you so much, please - please just stay with me. Please.” He took one hand from Philip’s face and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, ignoring the blood that smeared across his fingers.

“Don’t close your eyes, Philip, please. Look at me, yeah? Look at me. Please, please stay with me, Philip.”

Philip’s eyes fluttered, alternating between giving up and falling closed and struggling to meet Lukas’ gaze. He was trying, and that was all Lukas could do until the ambulance arrived - make Philip keep trying, keep holding on. So he kept squeezing Philip’s hand and he kept rambling about how much he loved and needed Philip and he kept crying, waiting for the sound of sirens to make its way into Helen and Gabe’s driveway.

***

Lukas hated hospitals. He hated the stale air, the way it hung all heavy and musty around his head, clouding his windpipe with distant stenches of dismay. He hated the lights, always too bright in the way that made them somehow not bright enough, flickering lowly like they were trying to steal the life from the patients and take it for themselves. He hated the waiting rooms, the way everyone looked at each other with pity in their gazes, trying to gauge who had it the worst or who’d been sitting there the longest. He hated not knowing if his boyfriend was alive or not.

For probably the fourth time in a minute, Lukas found his hands tugging his hair and his elbows digging into his knees. His uninjured foot bounced anxiously up and down without relent, shaking his whole body. His other ankle had stopped throbbing thanks to the pain meds a nurse forced him to take. It was wrapped too tightly in an ace bandage. Apparently he’d sprained it kicking down the door, but honestly he couldn’t care less with no news of Philip still. It had been almost two hours. Two hours of Lukas jittering and sitting hunched over with his head down, Gabe occasionally placing a comforting hand on his back, Helen pacing and bickering with nurses, and people staring solemnly at them all, wondering what horror brought them in. Lukas’ mouth was dry. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Just as he was half-legitimately contemplating going on a small rampage, throwing open every door in the entire hospital until he found Philip, a tired looking nurse in that ugly off-white uniform stepped into the waiting room with a clipboard under her arm.

“The family of Philip Shea?”

Lukas was on his feet and in front of the nurse so fast his head spun. Gabe and Helen were by his side in less than three seconds. “What’s going on? Is he…?”

“Philip is in stable condition,” Lukas exhaled at the nurse’s proclamation, relief flooding his brain and his heart. Philip was alive. “But he lost a lot of blood so he’s pretty weak and tired. We don’t want to overwhelm him, so we’re asking only one visitor at a time.”

Lukas looked almost pleadingly at Helen and Gabe, giving them a small it’s your call shrug.

“Go, Lukas.” Gabe nodded, draping an arm around his wife and blinking back tears. “He’ll want to see you most.”

“Thank you.” Lukas breathed. He knew Helen and Gabe were just as worried, and he appreciated greatly that they let him go first.

“Right this way.” The nurse smiled softly. She had that kind of smile you have to have to work in a hospital; the shit sucks but I have to be polite about it smile. He followed her down two hallways, taking a left and then a right until she stopped outside a closed door. “I’ll give you two some time.”

Lukas could hear his pulse in his ears. The cold metal of the doorknob stung his hand. He turned it quickly and stepped into the room.

Philip was propped up in the bed, a faded blue hospital gown hanging loosely on his shoulders and torso. An IV bag was dripping slowly and steadily into his right arm. Slightly stained bandages wrapped both of his wrists. His eyes opened halfway upon hearing someone’s entrance.

“Hey, Lukas.” Philip piped up, his voice small and croaky. He shot a sad smile toward the door. Lukas rushed to the bedside, pulling up a chair from along the wall and sitting down, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand gently.

“Hey, Philip.” Only two words and Lukas’ voice was already cracking, his eyes welling up for the umpteenth time. Philip saved him momentarily from having to try to talk through his tears.

“Listen, I- I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have put you through this. Helen and Gabe, too, none of you deserved this. I really didn’t mean to hurt anyone - well, except myself. I was just so - I’m just - I couldn’t -”

“Hey, hey.” It was Lukas’ turn to save Philip from trying to talk. “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. No one is upset with you. We’re all just relieved that you’re alive. You don’t know how badly I needed you to be okay, and you are, and that’s all that matters to me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, Philip.” He reached a hand to Philip’s cheek. The last time his hand was in that position, Philip was covered in blood and nearly comatose. He blinked the image out of his mind.

“I love you, Lukas. I should’ve come to you, I’m sorry.” Philip shook his head, the first droplet of water running down his face.

“It’s okay, babe, you don’t have to keep apologizing.” Lukas swept the moisture away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

As if to prove his point further, Lukas leaned down to press a kiss to Philip’s lips. It was soft and sweet and absolutely bursting with love and life.

“Will you stay?” Philip mumbled against Lukas’ mouth, voice pleading.

“Of course.” He figured they’d have to let Gabe and Helen in eventually, especially if Philip said he wanted them all there, so Lukas would stay with his boyfriend until then. Philip pulled back to shuffle over, wincing at the weight he put on his wrists. There wasn’t really enough room for both of them on the single bed, but neither really cared, and Lukas climbed into the small space Philip had cleared for him. He slung an arm behind Philip’s waist and kissed his temple. Strands of unkempt brunet hair splayed across Lukas’ shirt when Philip settled into his chest. Philip closed his eyes, and Lukas’ heart and stomach felt light with the knowledge that this time, he knew they would open again.

Find more of my writing here or here. 

[carnivorouswillgraham]

like a really big inhale

HAPPY BIRTJDAYYY🎉🎉🎉

i have some thingies to give u :3

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS IS THIS LITTLE CARD THAT I GOT ALMOST EVERYONE TO SIGN WHILE U WERE OFFLINE excluding gabe :(( ANYWAY

i even left her a spot. hes there in our hearts

BUT LOOK ASHEIJI BABIES THEYRE SO CUTE

that was so nervewracking btw appreciate my efforts /lh

NEXT THKNG NEEDS A DRUMROLL I WENT ALL OUT ON IT

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

SAMUUUUUUU🎉🎉🎉

do u see. do u see the pin 👁👁

i didnt feel like coloring but the skk in the corner is so 🥰🥰 babies

LAST THING I HAVE FOR U IS A LETTER THAT. KINDA SPEAKS FOR ITSELF NGL

ASH!!!! ITS UR BIRTHDAYDAYYYYYY how does it feel to be 17?? oldass leaving me behind smh😔 BRUH NEXT THING UR GONNA BE DOING IS PACKING UP FOR COLLEGE AND GETTING MARRIED STOP GROWING UGHHHHHSHDHJSB

anywho <3 i didnt wanna be a sap or homo on ur birthday cuz thats weiiirrdd but WOAHH ilysm. like so so much its unbelievable how amazing of a person you are and i mean that wholeheartedly. our time spent as friends is probably the most amount of fun ive had in YEARS. youre such a sweetheart and youre always around for when i need someone to cry or complain to and. UGHHSHJS YOURE JSUT SO AMAZING TY FOR BEING FRIENDS WITH ME MAN

i am not getting emotional

learning about you and getting to know each other better is something ill never take for granted, so i made u a little dazai drawing as a means of saying thank you. you mean the world to me and as my nominated favorite person 🧍 (thats embarrassing to admit) i feel like you deserve the best birthday EVERRRRRRR!&@*@,!!@;;$,$ if i could bake you something i would, but for now enjoy the little osamu thing i put together like. 4 hours in advance LMAOO

love u so so much as always baby<3

—noah

happy birthday ash🥰 i love you more than anything, hope its a good one love<3

DJDHDJDGDIDHWJWGSISHEIGSJDFWISISGSKSHDKSHDKSHSK🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you sososo much baby i love you so much hehe🥰🥰🥰 dont worry!!! gabe wished me a happy birthday :3 im sorry you miss him though i understand luv</3

TYSM EVERYONE ELSE FOR SIGNING MY CARD THO YALL ARE KITERALLY SO SWEET AND NICE AND😭😭😭😭😭💘💗💞💗💞💗💘💗💕💓💕💗💕💗💞💘💞💕💞💗💞💗💘💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞

i dont even have. words. for how much i love that drawing bro i just🧍🏻💕💓💞💗💞💕💘💕💗💕💘💞💗💕💗💕💗💕💞💕💘💕💓💘💗💗💗💕💗💕💞💕💘💕💞💕💘💕💞💗💗💗💕💗💗💕💘💕💗💕💘💕💗💕💘💕💗💗💕💗💕💗💕💘💘💗💕💘💕💗💘HES SO CUTE AND EMO AND HISVLITTLE PIN AND AND🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

i love you soso much aslan😭 ur so sweet to me i could never ever ask for a better little brother i love being ur friend and sharing my shitty advice and questionable fics with u. i love u sm nerd🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[magicwithineleteo]

today is my sister’s birthday :D

i’m using this picture bc she’s the elena to my isabel, and she also loves gabe so 😆 yes she is a gabe stan so get in line yall 😭

anyways there’s a 99% chance she won’t see this bc she’s not on tumblr but she told me after we finish eoa she might join the fandom and might make a tumblr so 👀👀

either way, happy birthday my lovely!!!!! i love u more than you’ll ever know <3 MUAH

[smalltragedy]

* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hi im just reposting gabe’s intro bc its been a very long time n im starting a little fresh hehe. yes i do regret the text color bt im not going back.

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: bisexual (masc-leaning).

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances.

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay!

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years.

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost.

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.

[jfcmj]

✧・ﾟ:   jacob elordi  +  cismale  +  he/him    |    if  you’re  ever  by  room 3f ,  you  might  see  maren jacobs  floating  around.  you  know  ,  the twenty - three year  old  aries  who’s  lived  in  the  complex  for  three months  ?  you  know  ,  the  carpenter seems  to  remind  everyone  of  home depot hauls, bare skateboard decks, and  hanging hammocks.  i  wonder  if  that  has  to  do  with  their  aimless yet  resilient  personality    |   

hi yall! i’m gabe! (he/they) and please bare with me cuz i haven’t rped in like a year? and tumblr feels like it changed so much im getting whiplash fdjksdfd but anyways enough about me! more about maren under the cut!! enjoy :)

— s t a t s

name - maren ethan jacobs pronouns - he/him birthday - march 22, 1997 height - 6′5″ sexuality - pansexual occupation - carpenter

— p e r s o n a l i t y

positive - resilient, hard-working, ambitious, open-minded negative - aimless, selfish, noncommittal, careless likes - crafting, painting, ipa’s, the outdoors, vinyls, house plants dislikes - staying indoors, loud engines, country music, clowns

— a b o u t

born and raised in pensacola, florida, to a marie and christopher jacobs. maren spent most of his childhood in his backyards woodland area.

from a young age he loved the outdoors, so much so that his parents kept a tent set outside just for him. (which he’d sleep in most of the time)

his dad was his role model, everything he learned about the outdoors, whether it be fishing, hiking, rock climbing, his dad taught him.

his mom worked at a bakery and his dad worked in woodwork.

maren’s interest in carpentry all came from his dad, and at the time he was glad to learn it from him. strived to be just like him, and just as good at it, if not better.

at around age fifteen, maren’s dad started acting shifty, he didn’t think much of it until he noticed his mom, who used to smile often, hiding her tears.

it wasn’t until a few months later, maren found out his dad had another family.

his world and his mom’s fell apart. everything he was, he was because of his dad. it was hard for him to hate someone he thought of as his best friend.

a year later their family fully separated, his dad moving to las vegas to start his own company, along with his other family.

for a while, maren became a recluse, stayed indoors, and tried to abandon all the things that made him happy, all the things that reminded him of his dad. with a small fear that everything about him reminded his mother of the same.

they were supportive of each other and as close as they could be, but there was always something between them, and they never talked about his dad ever again.

upon graduating he realized the only thing he loved and was good at was carpentry.

one day looking for supplies at home depot, attempting to get back into his craft, he met a man who eventually became his real mentor, giving him the official training he needed to become licensed.

after a year of training, his dad reached out. and offered him a job working for his company in vegas.

it took a while for maren to even answer his calls, and even then, he didn’t want to talk about it with his mom. worried what would happen if he let him back into his life. but he did, and they agreed.

he eventually settled on coming to vegas after his apprenticeship was over, giving him and his mother plenty of time to work things out. he was sad to leave but they both knew they had some growing to do without each other.

with a new life in vegas, maren hopes to find something to hold onto. he doesn’t love the idea of working with his dad but he knows it’s a good opportunity for him.

while the outdoors reminds him of his dad, these days, he uses it as an escape from him. even going out of his way to have his work hours be different then his.

outside of his daddy issues, maren is a fun guy, he loves being carefree, which is def more him always ignoring his issues, boy hates sitting down and thinking things through.

he’s the perfect pal to go buy plants with and even better for spontaneous trips. his truck always packed and ready to go! he’s ready to live a life, and he’s gonna be kinda messy about it the whole way, but like he always says, “that’s a problem for tomorrow,” and he’ll say that tomorrow too! dkfsf

as for wanted connections : i’m open to a step-sibling that maren barely knows anything about! to literally anything! let me know!

thats all for now, if you’d like to plot or even just chat! my ims and discord are always open! or you could even like this post? and i’ll come to you! 

thank you for reading!

[revwinchester]

Loki and Sigyn

Summary: Sam and Gabriel get into an argument about cats vs. dogs and things spiral out of control.

Pairing: Sam x Gabriel

Warnings: couple of curse words, panic attack (ish), John Winchester’s A+ parenting, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 1954

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble request from a list I was taking ideas from about a week ago (requests are now closed) and it turned into something more.  When I set out, I was aiming for 400-500 words of fluff but then Sam had his own ideas.  This got way longer and much more angsty than I anticipated but it all comes back around with a happy ending.  Special thanks to my beta for helping me avoid an even angstier fic and keeping me from going down rabbit holes I was not prepared to deal with.

@idabbleincrazy here’s your not a drabble!

I also used the dialogue prompt for this month’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge and let one of the aesthetic prompts vaguely inform some of Gabriel’s backstory.

Loki & Sigyn -

“Mr. Winchester, Mr. Shurley, congratulations.  You are now homeowners.”

Sam and Gabriel had just finished signing the paperwork to buy their first home.  They were really doing it, really starting their lives together.  The pair had started dating in college and, after supporting each other through law school, culinary school, and living in a series of shitty apartments to do it, they were both finally working in their chosen fields and ready to upgrade their living arrangements.  

Their new three bedroom home was perfect.  Sam could turn one of the bedrooms into his home office and they’d still have a spare room for when one of their siblings visited.  Gabriel’s happy place was going to be the large, updated kitchen.

A few hours later, Sam and Gabriel were standing outside as their movers brought the last of their major furniture pieces into the house.  They didn’t have a lot, considering they had come from a one bedroom apartment, but it would do for now.  To save a little money, their boxes were all loaded up into a U-Haul.  Each carrying a box, they stepped into their new home, both inhaling deeply as they took in what was theirs.  

“Gotta love that new house smell,” Gabriel smirked at the same time Sam breathed “I want a dog.”

“What?” Gabriel asked, sure he had heard the man wrong.

“I want a dog,” Sam repeated, louder this time.

“I want a cat…” Gabriel said in response.  How had they never talked about this before, he wondered.  Sure, none of their landlords had allowed pets in their apartments but something as simple as cats vs. dogs should have come up.  

Sam laughed at Gabriel’s reply, clearly not taking him seriously.  “No way, you’re obviously a dog person,” he laughed and Gabriel bristled at the notion.  

“Dogs are needy; cats are self sufficient.  Give them food, clean their litter, and they’re generally happy to be ignored,” Gabriel said, dismissing Sam’s surprise.  “I don’t need some goofy slobber monster running around the house and sticking his nose in my work trying to steal a bite.  I’ve already got you for that.”

Gabriel looked up at Sam, expecting to see him at least looking a little scandalized at his words but his boyfriend’s face was completely blank.  Gabriel could see that his jaw was clenched and the far away look in his eyes had him a little worried.  “Look, Sam, I didn’t mean…”

Sam shook himself out of whatever was happening in his head.  “You don’t have to explain yourself,” he replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.  “I’m gonna go unpack our bedroom.  You should probably get to work setting up the kitchen how you want it.”  Sam leaned down, gave Gabriel a quick, chaste kiss, and disappeared up the stairs.

“Well, that got heavy,” Gabriel muttered under his breath.  He moved a couple of boxes into the kitchen and then pulled out his phone.  

“Hey, Dean,” Gabriel said in reply when the man on the other end picked up.  “I just had a really weird conversation with Sam and things didn’t end well.  Care to shed some light on this?”  Gabriel paused while Dean, as expected, threatened to hurt him if he had hurt his brother.  “No, dumbass.  He’s fine, we’ll be fine.  He just… kind of shut down when I told him I didn’t want a dog.”  

After a few minutes of listening to Dean, Gabriel had the gist of what had caused Sam to close himself off.  “Ah, shit.  I didn’t know any of that… I knew your dad was kind of a nut job but that’s… yeah, that’s something else.  Thanks Dean-o, I owe you one.”  Gabriel hung up the phone and let out a long, slow breath.  Now that he knew what was at the root of all this, he just had to figure out the best way to fix it.

---

Sam set his box down and sat on it with his head in his hands.  In the back of his mind, he knew he was overreacting, but he couldn’t help it.  Gabriel’s dismissal had dragged up a host of memories that he had tried so hard to repress.  

“You want that dog, now, don’t you son?”  His father’s voice rang out in Sam’s mind.  

“You want that dog, now, don’t you son?”

Sam had been asking for a dog for as long as he could remember, always hoping that his dad would say “yes” and, while dad had never said “no,” this was the closest to a positive answer that Sam had ever received and his eyes lit up.  

“Yes, sir!”

“Well, then, buck up and get the hell out there.”

Sam scampered off into the woods with nothing but the map, compass, and the hunting knife he had gotten for his birthday last year.  His ninth birthday was only a week away, maybe when he found his way back home, he would have finally done enough to earn a dog.  

---

Sam pushed that memory and the others like it out of his mind as best as he could.  “Survivalist Training” his father had called it.  Sam huffed out a humorless laugh at that as he robotically stood and unpacked the box, making the bed with near military precision using the sheets he found at the bottom of the box, before he gave up and went off in search of Gabriel.  

The kitchen was empty and everything was still in boxes so Sam paused for a minute, listening for where in the house Gabriel might have gotten to.  Everything in the house was still and quiet, though, two words Sam would never use to describe his boyfriend.  Thinking he may have gone to their U-Haul for another box, Sam went outside and his heart dropped into his stomach.  

Sam’s car was gone.  Gabriel’s SUV was still hooked up to the U-Haul they had rented but Sam’s car was no longer in the street in front of their house.  Gabriel had left.

Sam rushed back into the house and grabbed his phone.  He didn’t have any messages or missed calls so he called Gabriel.  The phone rang three times before going to voicemail. Gabriel had ignored his call.  Sam frantically sent Gabe a text message, hoping he would read it.

I’m sorry.  Please come home so we can talk about this.

Sam waited 5 minutes, then 10 and got no reply.  He put his phone back into his pocket  and went into the kitchen to unpack until he found a bottle opener.  After three boxes and no luck, Sam decided that he wanted more than beer, anyway, and filled the first cup that he found - one of Gabriel’s mugs from a restaurant they’d tried on one of their random road trips - with whiskey.  

He had never been good enough for a dog.  How had he managed to convince himself he could be good enough for Gabriel?

He pulled his phone back out and started to research.  Maybe he could convince Gabriel to stay; delay the inevitable for a while.  So, half way through his third mug of whiskey, he made a phone call with his credit card in hand.  It wasn’t a cheap call but Sam could make up the difference in a week or two at work, he figured, and it would be worth it if it made Gabriel happy.  At the very least, it would be something he could remember him by.  

Sam was pouring his fourth mug when he heard the front door open.  

“Sam?” Gabriel’s voice rang out and Sam instantly perked up.

“Gabriel?” he shouted back as he unsuccessfully scrambled to get up off of the kitchen floor.  Before Sam could try again, Gabriel was in the kitchen.  “You’re back!”  Sam tried to get up again and Gabriel helped him, trying his best to not slosh the contents of the mug all over the floor.  

“And you’re drunk,” Gabriel replied once Sam was mostly steady on his feet.  He looked at the kitchen floor around Sam, which was littered with pots, pans, and cooking utensils that would need to be washed.  “What happened in here?  I thought you were unpacking upstairs.”

“I came down to talk and you were gone… Then you didn’t answer your phone and I thought… I thought that maybe…” Sam mumbled and Gabriel knew immediately what Sam had thought.  

“I’m right here, Sam, forever and always,” Gabriel assured his boyfriend, grabbing both of Sam’s hands and starting to lead him towards the stairs.  “Let’s get you up into bed for a nap, sound good?”

“Mmmm,” Sam agreed.  “You too.  Nap together.”

Gabriel smiled down at Sam from two steps up.  “For sure, Samsquatch.  I’ll stay until you’re asleep but then I’ll need to come and put things away down here.”  He helped Sam up to their room, grateful that Sam had at least gotten sheets on the bed and that he was drunk enough to not have noticed Gabriel’s surprise waiting in their front hallway.  

----

Sam woke up feeling plenty warm.  He kicked off the blanket Gabriel must have placed over him but rolled over toward the heat that was in the bed with him.  He nuzzled into the hair he found but paused when it didn’t feel or smell like Gabriel’s.  Sam’s eyes flew open when something rough and wet ran across his forehead.

“Gabriel?” Sam called out, his voice thick with sleep as he took in his furry bedmate.

“Sam-a-lam, you’re awake!” Gabriel replied from the doorway.

“So, exactly how long have you been standing there?  Were you just watching me sleep?” Sam yawned, momentarily forgetting the extra body in their bed.

“What can I say, you’re cute when you sleep.  I hope she didn’t wake you?” Gabriel asked as he entered the room and gestured at the corgi that was cuddled up to Sam.

“She?” Sam asked before adding a more important question.  “Who does she belong to and why is she here?”

Gabriel smiled sheepishly.  “She’s ours.  I took a trip out to the shelter.”  He climbed into bed beside Sam, sandwiching the corgi between them.  “Look, about earlier.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t think about how you might hear what I was saying.  I love you, Sam Winchester.”

Sam ran a hand through Gabriel’s hair.  “I’m sorry, too.  I just… I’m sorry.”  There was a pause between the two of them but it was a comfortable silence.  “Does she have a name?”

“She was new enough to the shelter that they hadn’t given her one, yet,” Gabriel told him, “so we can call her whatever you want.”

Sam looked up at Gabriel from under his lashes and bit his lip.  “So, uh, next month we’re going to pick up Loki.  I did some research while you were out and I was…”

“Getting drunk off your ass?” Gabriel supplied.

Sam rolled his eyes but continued.  “Anyhow, I put a deposit down on a cat from a nearby breeder… a savannah cat.  I know you love Norse mythology so, I told the breeder we were going to call him Loki.  So, maybe she,” Sam gestured to the adorable ball of fur between them, “could be Sigyn.”

The dog snuggled into Sam’s chest and her tail beat against the bed, smacking Gabriel in the face with each wag.

“I think the little hellhound likes that name,” Gabriel said in reply as he tried to bat the dog’s tail away with a laugh.  Once her tail settled down, he quietly asked “You really put a deposit down on a cat?”

Sam blushed.  “Yeah, I guess I did,” he laughed as he shifted Sigyn between them so that he could lean in and kiss Gabriel.

So, this is what I imagine Sigyn looks like.  She will quickly win Gabriel over.

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And this is Loki.  Savannah cats are a tall, highly intelligent, hybrid breed that can be leash trained.

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[smalltragedy]

* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them ) 

hllo this is my second child i think theyre p grand n i love them a lot. as always pls like if u’d like to plot i’d lov to interact with everybody

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

mbti & temperament: esfp & improvisor / sanguine.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: homosexual.

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances. 

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay! 

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years. 

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe. 

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost. 

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.