gabriel sanchez

will somebody let me see the l i g h t within the dark trees' shadows and what's happenin'? lookin' through the glass  find the w r o n g within the past knowin' we are the youth

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archiesanders‌:

“uh, hi. good evening,” archie greeted awkwardly as he sat down, fingers fiddling hesitantly. he had briefly worked at a pub back in california, and one of the worst things about working closing shifts were the last-minute customers waltzing in, demanding to be fed. but it had been a horrible day and all archie wanted to do was absolutely smashed and keel over from alcohol poisoning. “can i get eight shots of tequila, please? i — i’ll down ‘em as fast as i can.”

gabriel softened a bit at the other guy’s calm demeanor. if he had to choose one final customer, this guy seemed okay. “as long as you take a lyft home, then sure.” gabe places a shot glass in front of his customer and fills it with tequila. “i’m in no rush, though. just tidying up back here -” he motions to the rest of the bar, “and the next bartender just texted me saying he’s running late. so, take all the time you want.” he knew it wasn’t his place to monitor anyone else’s alcohol intake, what with him being a lowkey alcholic himself, gabe finds himself unable to stop himself from intervening. “how bout a compromise: why don’t you start with one, and i’ll give ya another as you want one?” 

and playing along with the cliche that bartenders are basically therapists, gabe begins small talk, “rough day?” (and he was asking genuinely. the guy did seem pretty down in the dumps.)

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hcrdloves‌:

eddy’s had arrived for his late night shift early, and instead of spending his last ten minutes of freedom alone in the staff room, he decided to make his way out into the pub, sitting on the side of the counter he didn’t get to frequent just as much as he liked. he smirked a little when he heard gabe muttering under his breath, though, sympathy and amusement at the expense of his co-worker hitting him at the same time. “you about to clock off, kid?” he asked, “how ‘bout you get me a whiskey neat before you leave and i have to take over this fuckin’ terrible shift?”

lifting his gaze to make sense of the unfamiliar voice, gabe lets out a relieved sigh. “thank god it’s just you and not another alcoholic middle-aged dude looking to explain his life story to me.” thoughtfully, the brunet adds, “i guess it really is true that bartenders are basically therapists.”  “sure thing, it’s the least i can do for the guy with the graveyard shift,” gabe states, busying himself with making eddy his order. placing the drink in front of his co-worker, gabriel makes small talk: “so, how have you been, eddy?”

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it was nearing the end of his shift, and gabriel was extremely grateful to be almost done. it had been a l o n g night, as he was the only bartender. letting out a soft exhale, gabe looks down at the final glasses he had to finish drying off and putting away. “so close,” he murmurs under his breath. as he was facing away from the barstools, he hadn’t noticed that someone had sat down.

[masongrvenwood]

Mason sighed in happiness sitting inside of The Creamery slowly spooning away at their mint chocolate chip sundae with Oreo crumble they’d splurged on wanting the sweet treat on a warm day like this. “Just what I needed,” Mason said glancing over at their companion who’d joined them on the ice cream excursion. “How’s yours? What did you get again?”

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gabriel steals glances every so often at mason enjoying his ice cream; he didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone as in love with their food more than mason. “yeah, i’m actually betting that you’d choose that ice cream sundae over sex,” gabe states with a laugh (hey, he couldn’t help himself). “it’s good! i got a good ole-fashioned mocha chip, in a cone and with chocolate sprinkles, of course.” and after stating so, he takes another lick of the sweet treat.

[julianmcrtinez]

“let’s go on a drive!” julian had declared over the phone just fifteen minutes ago - it was summer, and it was a sin to just stay at home and waste the day away. there were a lot of tourists around town, which was a little suffocating, but that was the beauty of driving far off to a less-congested part of the cape. ten minutes after the impromptu invitation, julian was knocking on their door, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly.

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gabe was always up for an adventure, and he had been having quite a bit of free time lately in between shifts at the pub and art workshops around town. so he was surprised and excited to receive julian’s invitation for a little road trip.

opening the door, he is greeted by julian nearly jumping out of his skin with excitement. “please tell me you’re not driving in this state,” he states jokingly, extending a hand for the weird handshake thing that #bros usually do. “alright, alright - what’s the plan?” nine times out of ten, road trips around the cape usually involved making at least one stop at the beach, so gabe had prepared a drawstring bag with the essentials -- a swimsuit, towel, and sun screen. (hey, he wasn’t too cool to protect his skin.)

[hebruised]

   ✶ — it wasn’t unusual to see kieran lurking around the hazel beach state park ; in fact, he was technically supposed to be there from 10am - 2pm ( those were the hours he set for himself as a freelance worker ). the brunette sat at his work set up – a canvas with a stool in front of it – & glanced around , waiting for someone … . anyone to show up to get a painting or sketch done from the artist. part of him understood that times were tough right now , with the beloved around the clock burning down. although, he wasn’t really fazed by the whole thing.

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gabriel had spotted the guy during his walk; he didn’t have any workshops until next week, and he wasn’t working at the pub until the weekend. so, he was using his time wisely -- utilizing his marijuana vape. (not the best habit of his, but he thought it was better than smoking cigarettes, and it definitely helped him relax or rev up during his sculpting sessions.) 

the brunet remains a foot or so behind the artist, looking at his abundant collection of supplies. he must be a full-timer. gabe clears his throat to announce his presence. half-joking and half-serious, he states, “if you’re looking for a muse, i was just going to chill, vape, and read for a bit.” he holds up his book. “i’m not necessarily the best model, but i always like helping out a fellow artist.”

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mechanicvl‌:

– “m’not a kid,” harley says on instinct, but he says it with the resignation of someone who’s heard it plenty of times before. he takes the guy’s – gabe’s – bills and tucks them into the lockbox beneath the counter for later.

“harley,” he returns, since his name tag is currently on the jacket he’s got tied around his waist. he can’t remember the last time he shook someone’s hand properly, but he makes sure his hand’s clean of grease and shakes gabe’s because he hasn’t lost all of his manners, all right. “nah, i think i was a dick first.” it’s a grudging admission, but gabe looks as exhausted as he does, so harley’s trying to have mercy on both of them. “two questions. one, is the rough day the reason why you’re buying the lighter, and two, are you one of those people who lights things on fire for stress relief? ‘cause ever since that diner,” he gestures in the vague direction of around the clock, “burned down and the cops haven’t ruled out arson yet, i feel like i should make sure i’m not selling a future piece of evidence they’re gonna find at the next pile of ashes, you know?”

a faint smile tugs at gabe’s mouth at the other’s defensive reply. ah, oh how he remembered giving other people the same reply when he was 13 years old. not that the guy in front of him was 13 ... anyways ...

“nice to meet you,” the brunet states as they shake hands. “firm grip, you’ve got there,” he adds with an airy chuckle. you can tell a lot about a person by their handshake, and harley seemed like a pretty decent guy. gabe was actually relieved that harley admitted his error although he wouldn’t have pressured the guy to admit he was at fault, (too. they both were.) that just further proved his hypothesis that harley seemed to be a good dude. 

letting out another round of chuckles, gabe runs a hand through his hair. “ah, for your first question -- yes, it is why i’m buying a lighter. and as for your - interesting - second question ... last time i checked, i wouldn’t call myself an arsonist. although i am a bit of a pothead.”

“what would you have done if i said i was a pyro?”

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4, 32, 43

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

coffee: black with two scoops of sugar

tea: oolong (with sugar) or good ‘ole classic english breakfast (milk and sugar)

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

gabe lets out a single laugh. “alright, alright…you asked for it.” he clears his throat. “when i was 17, my buds and i hatched this brilliant plan to graffiti our names onto the local water tower. they dared me to go first, and i don’t back down from a dare.” he chuckles again at the thought of his foolish, teenage self. “i climbed that damn thing in about fifteen minutes, was five minutes into doing my tag, when the police sirens sounded. before i could even wipe my hands off on my jeans, they had shone a light onto where i was. i heard my friends yelling at each other to scatter.” he sighed. “i mean, at that point, i knew i was in trouble, so i just chucked the spray can onto the ground and put my hands up. they wouldn’t let me climb back down on my own, so they ended up having to send a firetruck out to get me down.” he puts his head in his hands. “it was completely humiliating, not to mention i got in so much trouble when my mom picked me up at the police station at 4 am.”

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

gabriel lets out a nervous chuckle, running a hand through his curly hair; his cheeks burn as he is reminded of the memory. “uhh…probably my last boyfriend,” he admits.

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these are actually hella fucking cute y'all

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what's your favorite planet?

13: what's something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what's your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what's your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what's your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what's winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

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mechanicvl‌:

– the anger deflates from harley like air from a balloon the moment he realizes that it’s not the same asshole from before. his temper does almost set off again when he hears the guy’s murmur, but he catches himself, because just checking the guy out would be easier than dealing with the emotional hangover of a temper tantrum. besides, after checking him out in the other sense, harley doesn’t think he looks particularly dangerous-looking. “gimme a sec,” harley relents then. “the register’s in the middle of shutting down.”

so the stranger has a point. harley had gotten a little ahead of himself trying to close down the register early, but the day had sored and festered on his nerves until harley just wanted to close up and squirrel away in the garage to paint, and closing always took an eternity and a half. he’s banking on the lighter being a quick sale, but the register is really putting a dent in that plan. “it’s a dollar twenty-five,” harley says eventually, in part hoping to stall, in part wondering if he can just manually record the sale, “but honestly, that’s a shitty brand that’s gonna crack if you accidentally sit on it.” he pauses and– you know, reconsiders that. “not that i’m callin’ you heavy. it will literally crack the second you put anything heavier than a book on top of it.” he taps a finger over the glass case, right over a second tray of lighters. the only drawback he sees here are that those lighters only come in red, black, and yellow, but– “these are three bucks, but they’ll last you way longer. i mean, unless the color’s an absolute dealbreaker.” 

and now that he’s finished sounded like a goddamn infomercial about plastic lighters, he closes his mouth and looks up expectantly at the man.

gabe lifts an eyebrow in surprise. was this kid really trying to upsell him on lighters? nevertheless, he grabs one of the lighters the other suggested and tests it out. it seemed to work more smoothly than the first. “damn, a kid who knows his lighters,” he whispers, an airy chuckle escaping him, as he feels the rigidness of his body start to melt. “thanks, mate. yeah, i’ll take one of these.” he pulls out his wallet and fishes around in it for a minute before handing over three crumpled up one dollar bills.

“sorry for being a dick...rough day.” he offers the guy a glimpse of a friendly smile. (well, as much as he can manage after a day like this one.) “i’m gabe, by the way.” he extends a hand.

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text ↪ everyone

indy: ok seriously first cara moves and then atc burns tf down

indy: who wants to let me crash on their couch until i've got money again

gabe: you know ur always welcome at my apartment, i

[mechanicvl]

– “impara a leggere un cartello la prossima volta, coglione (learn to read a sign next time, asshole)!” harley snarled, throwing the crumpled bill in the direction of the slamming door. it was way too late for this bullshit; the garage needed to be closed up, the cars accounted for, and the place cleaned. muttering under his breath, harley marched out from behind the counter to pick up the fliers that had been swept off in his…debate with the latest customer. the quiet, however, didn’t last long; a moment later, there came a chime from the little bell atop the front door, signaling another entry. instantly, harley was on his feet and turning, eyes murderous. “va’ a far– i said the shop’s closed!”

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gabe holds up both hands in defense, eyebrows quirked at the other guy’s short temper (and gabriel had thought that he was the one with the shortest temper in this town). he gives the brunet a wary smile. “chill dude, i was just going to grab a lighter and then i’ll be out of your hands.” as he makes his way to the counter and runs his fingertips along the lighters, inspecting the selection, gabe clears his throat and murmurs rather rudely, “besides, it’s 5:58, and you guys don’t close til 6:00.” 

honestly, gabe had had a pretty shitty day; he wasn’t able to teach any workshops over the weekend, and he didn’t have a shift at the pub until tomorrow night. this left him by himself most of the time, and usually, he’d try to work on his latest art project but was experiencing a creative block. smoking, whether it was cigarettes or weed, always helped him relax after a long day. and he wasn’t going to let some grumpy kid ruin his night.

gabe finally makes a decision on a blue-green lighter and places it on the counter in front of the kid. “how much?” he asks, meeting the other’s eyes.

[capegabe-blog]

you won’t believe who i just saw walking down main street! TOMMY MARTINEZ! what do you mean that’s just GABRIEL “GABE” SANCHEZ? who is HE? a 28-year-old BARTENDER & ART TEACHER…interesting. and the CISMALE is + CHARMING & + LOYAL, but i should watch out for when they are - HOT-HEADED & - IMPULSIVE? will do.

hi everyone! i’m rae (21 almost 22!!, est, she/her or they/them), and this is my bb gabe :D here’s a fun lil bio ~

CHARACTERISTICS !!

full name:  gabriel miguel sanchez

nickname: gabe, g

birthplace: el paso, tx

current location: cape hazel, maine

age:  twenty-eight

zodiac sign: aquarius

sexuality: bisexual (and panromantic)

height: 6′2′

build: muscular

piercings: none

tattoos: lots!! he’s an artist so a lot of his work is also tattoo’d on his body. 

scars: one long scar on the left side of his abdomen from stupid teenager antics (what….he definitely didn’t go cliff diving when he was 16…) (hehe what an adrenaline junkie)

PERSONALITY !!

positive: charming, loyal, compassionate, flirty, open-minded, artistic 

negative: hot-headed, devious, impulsive, can be pessimistic

character label: the artist

hobbies: painting, sculpting, graffiti, drawing (his preferred medium is charcoal), rock climbing, hiking, swimming, surfing

hogwarts house: slytherin

primary vice: lust

primary virtue: temperance 

element: air

FAMILY !!

father: unknown

mother: camila sanchez

sibling(s): younger sister

children: n/a

pet(s): a tabby cat named picasso

family’s financial status: lower-middle

BIO !!

*tw: drinking, drugs*

bartender on the weekends, art teacher during the week. usually, he’s teaching middle schoolers, but over the summer, he teaches workshops around the Cape for all ages. his favorite age group other than middle schoolers is elderly

fluent in spanish (aka google-translate-spanish bc i’m #trash for a good bilingual muse even tho i only speak english rip #plsteachmespanish #ifyouknowhowtospeakspanish)

he used to be a graffiti artist when he was younger, but now in his free time, he mostly works  as a sculptor 

went to online college for his bachelor’s in graphic design; moved to ny soon after and was working as a graphic designer for a while before deciding to take some time off to bartend and focus on his art. (19-22 years old)

after spending a year in new york, at age 23, he’d decided it was time for a change of scenery. he was tired of working as a graphic designer at a big tech company. he felt like his art wasn’t being used in the most meaningful way. so, he packed up his car and drove to cape hazel. he wanted to be closer to the ocean. the salty sea air was definitely a nice change from the polluted NYC air.

as soon as he arrived at cape hazel, he moved into a small two-bedroom apartment (roommate connection wanted!) and bartended at a bar (sullivan’s pub) down the street from him. money was okay, but he wanted something more. so, he enrolled in college -- he’d always wanted to be an art teacher, so what better time than now?

he took the full 4 years to complete his degree in art education. now, at 28 years old, he’s working full-time at the cape hazel middle school, as well as cape hazel art studio over the summer. he also runs a side business (non-profit) where he teaches art workshops over the summer at libraries and elderly/retirement homes. 

v much based on gael from good trouble heheh

gabe brings a lil lightness and fun into the lives of people he meets bc people can be so Serious and he is basically a big puppy dog who wants his loved ones to be happy

he def presents as an optimist, however he’s super critical of himself, especially regarding his art

has a slight drinking problem, which i’ll prob explore !! also he sometimes takes adderall to help him finish art projects (and i’m like 70% sure he doesn’t have adhd)

is very comfortable and open with his sexuality

quite afraid of commitments

slytherin but could easily be a ravenclaw (think luna kinda ravenclaw)

enfp (we’re twins !!!!!)

chaotic good

has the curliest mop of brown hair u ever did see