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no. they’re gonna be in the bathtub too. it’s a party and you’re too big to be invited.

Are you leaving the mice in the box while in the bathtub?

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‘ listen. how ‘bout we go shoplift a magnifying glass or somethin’. i don’t know what any of this stuff means. ’

        “ ——— HELP ME read this, would you? I can’t see stark from shit.”

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well, me and the mice will be sleeping in the bathtub ‘til the ceremony is good and done.

And that’s when your dad starts sleeping on the couch. 

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if the cat eats the mice then dad’s eating the cat.

… Twinkie’s going to eat those. Whole.  

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what’s in the box! what’s in the box! what’s in the box! spoilers: they’re mice.

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Shutter Island (2010) dir. Martin Scorsese

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❛   well, i’m glad.   ❜

it’s an awful thing, seeing her so miserable. he’d take it from her , if he could --- reach into her heart and strip away the melancholy, scrape such misery from her soul. even he hadn’t been so sad at her age. 

gabriel stiffens, slightly, as he reaches for the mugs in the upper cabinet, pausing before he places them on the bench. there’s a soft exhale, his head dipping, to place tea bags in either mug. he takes a long time to turn around, too long to answer a question she’d probably meant half - jokingly. 

there’s a sad smile, but not without warmth. 

❛   second favourite, maybe.   ❜

She doesn’t know why they still bother with the formalities. It all feels very redundant, but she enjoys it anyway. It’s nice, to pretend they both aren’t miserable  (  even if their time spent together often ended in the quiet, sobering silence of complacent sadness  ). What a bother. She didn’t want to do that now. 

On her best behavior, probably.

❛ Okay, I guess. I went off for a bit because, you know. Shit happened. But I feel kind of okay, now. ❜      A pause. She bites into her bottom lip, setting the box of bagels on the tabletop. 

❛  I brought you bagels. Tell me I’m your favorite daughter.  ❜

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❛   i’m doing just fine. and yourself ?   ❜

there’s a warm smile before he turns to the stove, busying himself with the kettle. just fine. gabriel is around as good as he’s capable of getting , which is still relatively bleak. mild mannered and polite, though so obviously disconsolate. 

he wonders, faintly, why they ask each other how they’re doing when they already know.

gabriel can guess about her. it’s no difficult task to remember the way such loss feels. the way your heart feels dead and rotten in your chest, the way your throat is too tight and your head is too heavy. 

She may be exhausted, worn to the bone  —-  drained of emotion and overwhelmed with the abandonment she faced now that Alo was gone  —- and for who knows how long.

Her skin crawls at the idea. Priscilla’s attention is turned to Gabriel, a half - smile working over her mouth. Before she can say another word, she’s guided inside  —-  leans in to press a kiss to Gabriel’s cheek, for the affection and human contact that they both probably needed.

It feels good, she thinks.

❛      Yeah. Shit ton of bagels. How’re you?      ❜

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having prolonged company is an interesting thing . there is little stagnant presence in his life --- the odd customer who stumbles in mistaking his store for a decent, respecful bookshop , a man he passes on the street, the clerk at the grocery store. it’s better that way, though when the time comes, it’ll be a hapless burglar who happens upon his rotting corpse, festering away, it’s jumper stained with month - old sick. 

he comes when she calls,  reaching for the door’s handle and stepping aside so that she might move past him. the house’s warmth spills out into the cold air, and gabriel’s quick to close the door once she’s through. 

❛   are those bagels ?  i’ll put the kettle on.   ❜

LEAVING WITHOUT A TRACE WASN’T THE PROBLEM. The problem was leaving without a trace after her boyfriend is, more or less, dragged into Hell. She realizes this. And though it’s common for Priscilla to drastically underestimate the affection people have reserved for her and solely her, she’s positive that she’s the only other person in Gabriel’s life besides the mailman and occasional stray cat.

So she hides her bruises with a sweater, healing wounds with her tights. She picks up a box of bagels on her way to Gabriel’s, because she loves him. And because he doesn’t deserve her misery. Not him. 

A knock at his door. Priscilla pulls her beanie over her fringe, a cover for a stitched up cut just above her left eyebrow.

❛      DAAAAAAAD. Open up the door! My hands’re full!      ❜       // @acidveined

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Jake Gyllenhaal for Elle Men China

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he almost asks if this colourfully described girl killed the poor kid . but he’s not going to be the first one to bring up death and absolutes. not when he could have run away with whoever it was he’d cheated on her with . 

❛   it’s awful.   ❜   tenderly , gabriel holds her close. that unpracticed paternal touch is the best he’s got. no murmured apologies or kind words , all he has to comfort her with is his own warmth and a cup of tea ( which she didn’t want ). 

She wanted to BURST WITH THE RAGE THAT SHE FELT. The anger that someone like Micah and Donna and that entire batshit crazy troupe had managed to steal away a boy who was HERS, FULLY AND COMPLETELY.

❛      He cheated on his psycho crazy bitch girlfriend. And now he’s ——- gone. That’s fucked, right?      ❜     Long digits rub beneath her shadowed eyes, a shuddering breath being pulled into her hunched frame. 

She buries her face against Gabriel’s shoulder. A shiver passes through her.

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❛   gone ...   ❜

that could mean a lot of things.  he thinks of the worst, assumes it must be. the door is closed behind her , keeping the cold out. 

he remembers his wife , feels a pang in his chest, swallows down the emotion that surges. gabriel knows this kind of pain.  knows the way it hangs heavy over a person’s head , stirs in their gut, has them on their hands and knees, retching into a toilet bowl for hours on end .

and still, he isn’t quite sure what to say .

❛   what happened ?   ❜

❛    I DON’T WANT TEA.    ❜     I want alo, she wanted to wail. She doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anything more in this world or the next, she doesn’t think she’s ever missed him so much. 

Priscilla felt alone in her grief. No one could grieve like she did. No one could ache like she ached. But she tosses back her alcohol, snorts her cocaine  —-  and rips the world apart for him.

She bows her head before entering, anyway, not too petulant to turn Gabriel away now.

❛      Alo’s gone.       ❜

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his good spells don’t last . never do . but he’ll take them as they come . some ironic twist , her showing up looking like hell when he seems to be getting at least six or so hours a night . heads and tails , they are , only one allowed to be looking up at any one time . it works out . someone’s got to take care of the other . 

gabriel watches with a faint frown , eyes softening at the sight . 

   ❛   come in out of the cold . i’ve got the kettle on.   ❜

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6houndead replied to your post: hi does anyone want a starter w gabriel .. or...

make 1 for priscilla she’s Grieving :-/

gabriel is a useless dad but he’s here to help

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hi does anyone want a starter w gabriel .. or literally anyone else .. i did make venus and josiah a blog over here tho if u wanna follow :-)