☾˚· don't it feel fucked ·˚

just call it if I want it Call it if I need it And I don't need no reason Oh Lord If I want it, I'ma cop it And I ain't plan on stoppin' I ain't plan on stoppin' OH LORD

[gabriecl]

☾˚· SMS ·˚ contacts

gabriel: it has come to my attention

gabriel: that i do not remember anything from bora bora

gabriel: is there anything i should be worried about

[gabriecl]

omg i’m so sorry for disappearing everyone I went to palm beach on a weekend trip and kinda had to take a few days to recover but i’m back i’m back i swear!!!

I’m gonna say that gabe went on the trip but just...y’know, laid low and was boring oops. I’m gonna do my replies and then start fresh when the event ‘ends’ and everyones back in nyc

[gabriecl]

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[gabriecl]

"i moved on" ( heartbreak meme!!! )

he couldn’t pinpoint when it had started- maybe it was a few months after they broke up, or more likely when her new relationship with his high school adversary began - but moving back to new york had given gabe some small amount of hope of repairing his relationship with samoa. he didn’t even want to get back together, he just wanted his friend back; the lack of contact had left a hole. he hadn’t realized those three words would pack such a heavy punch, but they certainly did. maybe he just didn’t realize what he had wanted until it was gone.

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[ncras]

@gabriecl

[gabriecl]

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[gabriecl]

social media meme ;;

send me a ★ for a facebook status from my muse to yours

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse

send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

[gabriecl]

imessage → ALL CONTACTS

micaela: okay i fucked up SOOO heavy and i don't know what to do??

micaela: SOS

gabe: in the words of michael scott

gabe: how the turn tables

[gabriecl]

haydenhqs:

“today i had someone tell me that i couldn’t dress up as a stranger things character mainly because i wasn’t a child,” hayden huffed in annoyance at the memory from earlier in the day. “who knows? maybe i wanted to fucking be steve and just recreate one of his outfits, call it a day and be a blast from the past.” shaking his head, he remembered the person that had told him that, “then again, the person that told me that was my little sister who is only six.”

“your sister’s right, no originality points for a stranger things costume.” gabe replied with a slight shake of his head. the two hadn’t spoken since high school, and even then their encounters were far and few between. not to mention the current elephant in the room. what even was there to say? hey, we’re eskimo brothers now, wanna hit the gym? the situation was odd, to say the least. he had hoped to get back in his ex’s good graces after returning to the city, but with hayden in the picture that seemed easier said than done. gabe looked at him sourly. “shouldn’t you be in a couple’s costume or something? thought that was required of insta famous couples.”

[gabriecl]

sms — gabe.

matty: hry 10/10 owuld bang

gabe: thank u i joined an equinox gym

gabe: my trainer makes me do squats now

[gabriecl]

HI FRIENDS WORK HAS BEEN CRAZY IMA DO REPLIES NOW

[jayxenos]

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lumcnis:

    hand on hip, the denim clad broad extended an arm to keep the boxes upright & lifted a brow at her old friend. “ well, you’re the one who texted me to help you move some furniture. ” she asserted, eyeing the cardboard boxes both labelled with IKEA on the side. despite being skilled in the art of assembling the most absurd pieces, but she wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the task at hand, but it was unlike her to say no to her favorite yale ( who was taking a gap year )  attendee. she owed it to him anyway. “ oh, i picked up some dinner for the both of us. ” she added, waving a bag laden with chinese take-out boxes over his head before propping it onto his already hefty load. “ is this everything or are you going to make me build your couch too ? because you might have to start paying me for these kinda favors. ”

he had expected to meet lux at his new place, but with his hands full their chance run in seemed to be a much more favorable meeting place. his eyes brightened at the sight of the takeout, doing his best to balance it atop the boxes in hand. “have i told you lately that you’re my favorite?” gabe questioned with a smile and a nod. “this is it, no couches don’t worry. just a lamp and a coffee table. I have $13 cash in my pocket, hope that covers your minimum.” he joked, continuing on to his apartment. it was only a few blocks away, not far from the large building where the two had spent their formative years. there was a chill in the air, he was grateful he had chosen to wear a jacket at the last minute. he glanced behind him, glad to see lux in tow. “you’re gonna like the new place,” he commented. “huge studio, I can see central park from my window. can’t believe it was available, if i’m being honest.” if anything, he was grateful he could find any apartment so last minute, let alone one as nice as what he’d scored. his return to the city was sudden and abrupt, he began to review his cover story as the pair continued to walk down the busy street. if there was one thing he hated, it was disappointing people. in gabriel’s mind there was no way in hell his closest friend was going to find out about what had unraveled at school. he repeated the two words over and over again in his mind: gap year. gap year. gap year.

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kicrvn:

“i dunno, think i’d make a pretty hot daenerys don’t you think?” kieran spoke with a light smirk. captain jack sparrow had seemed like a brilliant costume idea, but now he was just hot and flustered from having a big, heavy wig on his head. he didn’t need any of the guy’s weed anyway, he’d had enough himself. he still had plenty, he only saw his own dealer last night. pretty cool guy actually, always let kieran sample the stuff before buying it. “but you’re cool, got my own. don’t need any of yours. was actually just trying to find a quiet place to breathe for a minute you know?” 

“you would make a beautiful mother of dragons,” gabriel conceded with a grin. he was relieved kieran had brought his own supply, he could always count on his old friend in that regard. though he wouldn’t have minded sharing with his longtime friend. at kieran’s words gabe nodded in agreement. the further the evening progressed, the louder the bar seemed to get. at this point he could practically feel the bass coursing through his veins, heart thudding along to whatever song was currently playing - he couldn’t even tell at this point. “good luck finding it,” gabe shrugged, “halloween and quiet don’t really go well together.”

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kicrvn:

“i dunno, think i’d make a pretty hot daenerys don’t you think?” kieran spoke with a light smirk. captain jack sparrow had seemed like a brilliant costume idea, but now he was just hot and flustered from having a big, heavy wig on his head. he didn’t need any of the guy’s weed anyway, he’d had enough himself. he still had plenty, he only saw his own dealer last night. pretty cool guy actually, always let kieran sample the stuff before buying it. “but you’re cool, got my own. don’t need any of yours. was actually just trying to find a quiet place to breathe for a minute you know?” 

“you would make a beautiful mother of dragons,” gabriel conceded with a grin. he was relieved kieran had brought his own supply, he could always count on his old friend in that regard. though he wouldn’t have minded sharing with his longtime friend. at kieran’s words gabe nodded in agreement. the further the evening progressed, the louder the bar seemed to get. at this point he could practically feel the bass coursing through his veins, heart thudding along to whatever song was currently playing - he couldn’t even tell at this point. “good luck finding it,” gabe shrugged, “halloween and quiet don’t really go well together.”

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svmoas:

— ✧.   the rooftop was spacious in the daytime, from the multitude of reservations held on the high-end venue. however, the evening enthralled most of its broadened exterior & when you place all of new york’s elite offspring onto one arrangement, the movement is next to impossible without touching elbow’s & possibly, less accidental touches. the smaller had found herself clutching onto the CROWN MOLDING of the venue’s bar after traveling from the mirroring side of the rooftop, poised stature now sat on the unoccupied stool. whispering in a hushed tone to the bartender & manicured nails invitingly on his jawline, she ordered a personal favorite beverage, that lacked a place on the event’s MENU of three drinks, as her lazed sight revealed a drunken ex. taking in his choice of medieval costume while resting her white, feathered fan over her right cheekbone, samoa leant a pause before continuing with her thought out conversation piece. ❛  i think she might’ve been dancing between an elvis & jordan belfort in the middle of the floor.  ❜ recalling a long, white haired femme in passing ❪ she has a past of watching a few episodes of the show itself from her one sister’s infatuation, however, the character knowing was not efficiently based ❫, samoa was unsure if the two came as a pair, or they were just finding out about each other like strangers. regardless, they were both able to separately associate with other people & dress the PART, too.

the brunette's eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of a girl very clearly dressed as the mother of dragons in the middle of the dance floor. "I came solo," he clarified, glancing back to the girl beside him. "thats uh, usually how it goes these days... what about you? should i be waiting for some guy with a monocle and top hat to sweep you away?" he asked with a lazy smile, taking a sip of his drink. it was strange, he realized, talking to samoa after not seeing her face for nearly two years. where did they stand? he had never been good with relationships, considering the only one he'd engaged in was standing two feet away from him in the present moment. Had enough time passed for them to be cordial, or was the unspoken events of the past still weighing them down?