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[rcmingtons]

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Daniela absolutely loves to watch Gabriel practice shooting his bow -- she gets bored easily but could sit for hours in silence staring at him shooting arrows.

When Gabriel seems off or upset, Dani can almost sense it and her mood will immediately change. Especially in a group of people. She will stay close to him like a lioness. 

If she has any struggle with anything (even opening a jar) she has Gabe on speed dial and never hesitates to call him even if it’s three am and she can’t get her necklaces off because she is drunk.

Daniela doesn’t like Gabriel’s father at all. She feels that he is way too hard on him and is always shooting the Italian man dirty looks when he isn’t looking.

[oriansmemory]

👫 ( for Eli )

Eli makes Orian feel like he is looking straight into her soul whenever they make eye contact. 

Rian really likes to see his smile -- which is why she cracks terrible jokes any chance she gets in front of him. Even if it’s at her own expense. 

Often now when she grabs warm colors to paint with, she thinks of Eli and his honey-hued eyes.

On her way to school she passes the flower shop to check if he is working that day.

[plathacademyhq-blog]

Have you seen TERENCE LICHT around campus? She/He/They're TWENTY-THREEyears old and the GARDENER on campus. I’ve heard that she/he/they started working here because HE DISCOVERED HIS FAMILY WAS PART OF AN EXTREMIST NEO-NAZI GROUP, when in reality it’s probably rumor. If you look at them closely they kinda resemble LUCAS TILL, but maybe my eyes are just playing tricks on me. (boo!)

Welcome to Plath Academy for Troubled Teens, Terence Licht! Lucas Till is now taken. You have twenty-four hours to send your account in!

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7. Veronica & Gabe

meme drabbles - accepting !! //  “stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.”

How did you get here? Grimy, concrete jungle that smells a lot like your home. But the smoke is thicker and the sky is darker. The skyscrapers are like d a r k tentacles reaching from the body of a forlorn beast. No color. Silent. Like an Italian noir film. This is not the New York that you called home.

Gabriel D’ Angelo. Tsk tsk. Gabriel D’Angelo of all people, here in the tattered vignette of her dreams. They are both decked in the ominous monochrome of her subconscious, walking around the darker, grimier New York of her sleep. She leads the way. The time of day is indecipherable, as if the whole world was trapped in eternal nighttime. Maybe it is around midnight or before dawn? It’s hard to tell. She leads him to a familiar skyscraper, the neon signage signaling her connection to this hard, unforgiving monster of a building. Broken elevator, the sign reads. They climb up the stairs. Funny, she has never recalled the stairs going in spirals. Why does it feel as if they are falling down instead of climbing up?

 They have been quiet until now. “I take that you’ve done this before?” She addresses him, slight apprehension in her tone. “Ah only about 40 or so times.” He shrugs, a shadow of a smirk grazing his lips. He swings a heavy piece of metal in one hand, the dark finish glints against the white fluorescent bulb of the stairwell.

The last step leads to a sliding door. The sliding door leads to a wide room. In the wide room stands a man. She enters first. She knows this room well. But in the murky plain of her subconscious, it is both strange and familiar to her.  The man is looking at New York through his glass-paneled wall, back facing them. Gabriel wastes no time, utters no words. He takes his bow and with the seasoned hand of a master archer, aims it at the wall. The glass breaks into a million pieces. A warning shot. The man steps back in shock, looks towards them. An arrow finds it way to his side. They come forward. The man writhes in pain, clutches the side of his desk as he collapses to the floor. Why isn’t there any blood on the floor? 

“Still breathing,” Cupid whispers to her. She knows what this means. she’s to deliver the coup de grâce. Although at this moment, more vengeful than merciful. He hands her the gun. She does not flinch. Does not falter. Arms straight, she fires the shot towards the man’s temple, in that space between his eyes, just above the bridge of his nose. Now, the blood flows–rich and red, a contrast in that dark monochrome world. She stares, terrified of what she did. Guilt is a void that is rapidly consuming what’s left of her heart. She looks at him, devastated. Gabriel offers no comfort and merely shrugs, “Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.” He was right. Her father’s blood is on her hands.

In the final moment of desperation, she aims the gun at her accomplice–unflinching. She wakes up to the sound of her phone alarm. 

Veronica has learned to handle Gabriel D’Angelo in the sphere outside her nightmares. In real life, she sometimes forgets that he is a serial killer. Aside from the shady emo kid front, he seems to be slowly developing into what might be deemed, a normal teenager. Although, the fear will always be there. No matter how much she quips about him killing her father, the fear still remains. She happened to sit next to him in one of her classes the morning after she was plagued by that vivid nightmare. “I dreamed we killed my dad, by the way. Then I aimed the gun at you. It was terrible,” she mentioned to him in passing, as if she was only commenting about the state of the weather. He seemed shocked, slightly intrigued. “Don’t be so shocked. It’s your fault I get these horrible nightmares anyway. Fucking psycho,” She joked. Was it really a joke?

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[unsent text] i’m really scared to leave my room[unsent text] do you think antonio hates me?[unsent text] do you hate the fact that i don’t want to have sex yet?[unsent text] what was your family like?[unsent text] sometimes i think you’d be better off without me

[sent text] milkshakes and homework @ my dorm after class??

@reversecxpid

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did

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ok but like  fluorescent adolescent is carmela and i haven’t even heard it until now sue me?? 10/10 lis your tags are genius how even

[maikwons]

( AU THINGY WITH MAI AND GABE PLS )

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      46. imaginary friend AU

      “ hey. hey. heeeey. COME ON, how long do you plan on ignoring me for ?? “

      “ gabriel, are you paying attention ? “ the teacher’s sharp voice cut right in the middle of the story that she was reading aloud, but he barely even looks at her, and instead, is looking outside the window at the clear blue sky. 

   he gives a small hum of approval, but doesn’t look at the blonde, as she taps her foot impatiently on the tiled floor of the english classroom. “ oh really? then what were we just discussing, mr. d’angelo? “

     “ ooooooooh. someone’s in TROUBLE!! “ a high pitched voice speaks out, and a sigh escapes gabriel’s lips. “ i was paying attention, so it’s okay. ” mai is sitting on the tiled floor, leaning against one of the legs of the desk, her eyes fixated on the blue sky as well. “ they’re talking about how ahab is an antichrist figure in moby dick. if you want--- ”

         “ ---- an example as to how he is the antichrist figure, just take a look at the UPSIDE DOWN communion he has with the rest of the crew members. ” their voices seem to sync, as gabriel spits out the lines that mai offers him ; but only his is heard. as per usual. mai looks up to him, her dark eyes sparkling with happiness. he can’t ignore her NOW, she had just helped him. 

     but he doesn’t even spare her a glance, his eyes still on the sky.

     “ very good, gabriel. please try and open your book next time, so at least it looks like you’re paying attention, ” the teacher says with an exaggerated sigh, before starting to read from her text once more. “ now, can somebody in the class offer me an example of expatiation? “

      “ the FUCK do you want? “

       mai’s sitting on his bed, her hands placed lightly on the comforter, and her mouth drops open in surprise at the hostility and apprehension in before her brows furrow, and she stands up, her classic yellow cardigan flowing behind her. her brows furrow and she can feel blood flow through her veins. or something akin to that. 

       “ is that anyway to speak to a friend?? “ mai argues.

       “ YOU’RE NOT MY FRIEND. “ gabriel’s eyes are blazing and she’ll swear that she’s NEVER seen him so angry ( save for the creeper ). he’s whipped around from the desk that he has and towards her.“ you’re fake. imaginary. ”

         “ j-just c-cause i’m not exactly physical doesn’t MEAN i’m not your friend, ” she takes a step back, and there’s a gasp that comes out of her lips that almost sounds like a sob. her eyes stung with tears and her hands trembled. 

        “ no. i’m not FRIENDS with dead girls. ”

         mai blinks. once, twice, and her features contort. “ i-i’m not dead. i can’t be, ” she says, a lowly whisper, “ i’ve always been your friend, ever since i arrived at plath, gabe please. y-you... you’re one of my best friends. i would remember dying. ”

         “ apparently you don’t, ” gabriel hisses, as he slams his hand down on the desk. “ i’m not friends with girls who fucking slit their own wrists to bleed to death in the bathtub. so feel free to get the hell out of my SIGHT. ”

      he turns around, back to the homework that’s on his desk, waiting for something to come out of the girl’s mouth. some kind of protest. but there’s nothing. he taps his PENCIL on the white desk, waiting. waiting. waiting for her to say something. 

     another moment passes. the silence is deafening. he can’t stand it. he can’t take it. so he turns AROUND. 

     she’s not there when he looks back. not now. 

      ( not ever. )

[plathacademyhq-blog]

--Let my arrow cleanse your soul--

Welcome to the roleplay!

[brightlightsbigcityrp]

[ELYON "ELI" LAURENS] is [23], [HETEROSEXUAL] and [CISMALE]. HE was born on [OCTOBER 26th]. HE lives in [THE BRONX]. HE is from [SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA]. HE is a/an [FLORIST] for a living, and often get told HE looks like [ANSEL ELGORT]. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps! [Lis!]

Welcome to the Big City, Lis (again)! Please make sure everything on the checklist is in order before sending in your account for Eli in the next 24 hours. We’re so excited to have you here with us! 

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"Redhead Queen bee loses leg after getting involved with the wrong people"

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[lydiaasher-blog]

✤ I mean... duh. You know who.

who said i love you first?

lydia and she says it a lot.

who laughs when the other trips?

gabe but only lovingly.

who pays the bills?

gabe mostly because lydia has no income whatsoever

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

lydia LOVES the holidays and covers everything with decorations, including gabe.

who’s more clumsy?

lydia, by far.

who checks their daily horoscope?

lydia because she finds it fun.

who sings louder in the car?

lydia and she makes gabe sing along with her.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

neither because lydia always makes sure that it’s on.

who is more up to date in pop culture?

gabe at least compared to lydia, who knows nothing aside from disney.

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

probably lydia because movies are cute dates.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

lydia absolutely SOBS and begs gabe to let her adopt them all.

who’s the lighter sleeper?

probably pretty equal, which is damn light on both accounts.

who believes in ghosts?

lydia. she believes in most odd and unusual things.

who does the grocery shopping?

lydia and she’s really good at it.

who updates their facebook status more often?

probably gabe since lydia doesn’t have a facebook.

@reversecxpid​

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✤ Zach/Zoe/Maggie/Isla

who said i love you first?

maggie but the rest take forever to say it.

who laughs when the other trips?

maggie and isla but only lovingly.

who pays the bills?

maggie since she’s the only one that functions well enough for a job.

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

zoe doesn’t care for the holidays, but she wants zach to experience them so she makes a big deal.

who’s more clumsy?

zoe, she’s a clumsy mess.

who checks their daily horoscope?

none of them.

who sings louder in the car?

maggie and she teaches zach the joy of singing in the car.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

isla and zach because isla doesn’t care and zach just forgets.

who is more up to date in pop culture?

maggie is the only one who knows anything.

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

probably zoe because she wants zach to experience them, but maggie ends up going because she can’t handle it.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

maggie, zoe and zach are all a mess about it. isla stops them from donating all their money.

who’s the lighter sleeper?

definitely zach.

who believes in ghosts?

maggie and she drags the rest of them on ghost hunts.

who does the grocery shopping?

maggie because she’s the only one that’s any good at it.

who updates their facebook status more often?

none of them have a facebook.

@xnicorn

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[rcmingtons]

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It was hard for Dani when Gabriel was away working -- she called him often and made sure she kept in touch but it was like a piece of her was missing when her best friend was away. It almost affected her in the way she went on with her days, She was trying to consume herself in her new job but now they’d move her to entertainment they were hesitating to let her work behind the bar. But with her usual Dani charm, she got them to let her do both part time. Subconsciously, she was trying to get away from being a drug dealer. Away from her dad. 

She turned away from the bottles to serve her next customer before she came face to face with Gabe -- squealing louder than she should have as she nearly dove over the table to wrap her arms around him.

[maikwons]

11. Mai and Gabe

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     ( each time you turn around, stop for a MOMENT              and ask yourself: is the world behind your back                     still there? do you want it to be there? )

       MAI KWON is kind. she is kind ; wildflowers dancing in the wind. sunset with YELLOW pink orange hues. the smell of rain on pavement. the quiet LOUD after a first snowfall. the epitome of calm. 

       ( old encyclopedias with dust blown off ; view her not only with soft metaphors. make sure to look at her HOLISTICALLY. )

       PRAY that you do not make her mad.

      the WILDFLOWERS will encircle and tangle around ankles until one cannot move. the petals will fill throats, strangle and choke until the words no longer belong to their owner, they are hers. the sunset will burn and SHRIVEL ; deprive of water and give strokes. it melts ice caps and kills species. rain CORRODES and poisons if there is a donation of hydrogen ions. it floods parks and rivers ; leaves people without homes. snow piles up. it piles and brings ice , sleet, hail. the ice will kill those student drivers who have too much to live for. the hail will crack windows and rob people of the only heat they have. the sleet will BLIND. the cold will become freezing; there is no rest for death by hypothermia. 

    yes, mai kwon is kind. but do not FORGET how she was taught to be cruel. she knows how to CRUSH and kill. it’s been beaten into her. she does not like to do that. it is a side of her that makes her want to vomit. but that does not MEAN she does not know how. some of the strongest lessons are the ones that aren’t from a textbook, after all.

    “ e x c u s e m e ? “ oh, how much her tone resembles that of her mother’s. her arms are crossed over her chest, and the wind billows her long, ivory knee length sweater. her hair is pushed BACK in the same direction. the glare is hard to miss, as it seems to burn a hole into her friend. “ no, please, say that again. ” a command. it’s a rare time. mai’s words are CRUEL and mocking. daring for gabriel to say something once more, knowing she can and will undermine the words that he has. steal them from his very throat for thinking he can say anything against her when she’s like this.

       “ you shouldn’t be DOING this. don’t i get a say in this? a choice? “

     a bewildered SCOFF tumbles from her lips. ( she’s DRUNK with the power she’s forgotten she’s always kept sheathed in the back of her mind, by biting the inside of her cheek. someone take it away from her !! we’ve all seen what she does when she’s shitfaced. ) 

   ❝ NO. you don’t get a choice. ❞ 

      her voice is hard, and the wind starts to sting her eyes as mai begins to scowl. “ i am so SICK and tired of people telling me what to DO ; what i can and can’t know. ”

     “ i’m trying to pr—- ”

      “ STOP! i don’t want your protection! i don’t want your pity! “ there are tears in her eyes but no longer from the wind. the frustration is building and snowballing in her chest ; she feels like she’s going to burst. the petals she THOUGHT she could control are taking away her very breath … “ i try. i try so hard to do what people want, what people expect from me. but i’m TIRED. i’m so sick and tired of it. ” mai’s voice is tired. broken. ( she’s struggled with the concept for so long, it’s only worse to hear it out LOUD. ) 

     “ i’m not going to let ANYONE else get hurt. my decision is final. ”

      ( her fragile hands are not USED to this kind of power, && they tremble with the intensity. she is drunk with this power. we can only hope she won’t remember it in the MORNING. )

     ( the answer to the LAST question is easy.           opinion questions can’t be marked wrong, anyways.              do you want it to be there?                                                              —–no. the world hasn’t done a DAMN thing for me. )