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millie-hastings:

“Maybe not,” she smiled softly, taking a moment to take him in. She had forgotten how different Gabe had looked at the reunion from their time in school. They’d all but locked him away, forcing him to forget all of them. In a way, it was a relief that he had memories of them this time. “I just wish I knew what those bigger things were,” Millie sighed, running her hand through her dark brown curls. “I can’t even decide if us knowing the future is enough to change it. What if things turn out the same way they did last time?”

Thinking for a moment, he looked over Millie with a small frown. “Saving people. I know that sounds dumb but.... there is a reason we were brought back at this point and not before and i have to assume some of it has to do with us needing to save people.” He couldnt be sure. No one could really be sure of anything at Whittemore. Still, Gabe had to be hopeful that something would work out better for all of them this time around. “Even if we just manage to change one thing, nothing will be exactly the same, Millie.” 

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beatriceryder:

“I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t get lost in the midst of fires and dare boxes and time travel,” she promised, though she wasn’t sure if that would happen again. She wasn’t sure what anyone’s plan was, but she supposed she would go along with it. It didn’t matter what her opinion was, really. She hadn’t lost her life yet. “Good. I think the confusion and haziness is to be expected.” She nodded, believing him. “Okay actually. I think. For now. I just don’t understand what the Hell we’re doing here but… I guess no one else does either.”

“You know, if it happens to go up in a fire or time travel, I think I can be okay with that but god don’t let it go to the dare box.” He joked with a small laugh trying to make light of the past situations. Nodding slowly, he played with the book in his hands. This felt more awkward than he thought it was going to but he guessed that also just came with everything. “I’ll definitely take it drug induced haziness any day.” Biting his bottom lip, he gave a friendly smile. “Changing things. We are changing things, right? Like thats what always happens in the movies, you know. They go back in the past to change or stop something.” 

[pennyandkadysource]

requested by @aainmate0801

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@beatriceryder

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Sorry i havent been on. Works a bit crazy right now while i try to get a bunch of things done before my vacation starts next friday. I should be on this weekend though, if not before then. 

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millie-hastings:

What had she done this time all of those years ago? She couldn’t remember. Would it even matter if she didn’t walk the same path, have the same breakfast, say the same thing to that one particular person? Would that be enough to change the future so drastically that Olivia would forever be out of reach? Millie couldn’t be sure. It was enough to make her head spin, and she’d retreated to the gardens in hopes of some fresh air. She heard him before she saw him, and the brunette paused in her wanderings. “Gabe…Gabriel? I can’t remember which you prefer to go by right now.” Or rather, what he had preferred to go by years ago, but she hoped he didn’t need a further explanation. 

Smiling to the familiar girl, he placed the book in his lap. He hated to admit that he was glad to see her but he figured that it wasn’t time for small talk. There were reasons they were back, even if he wasnt fully aware of what they could be and they needed to figure it out before it was too late. Though, honestly, maybe there was nothing to figure out or change that would make things better... only time would tell. “Gabe or Gabriel... or either. It doesnt really matter, does it?” He asked after a moment letting out a small laugh. “It’s... so much doesnt even matter. We have to focus on the bigger things.”

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I love how Gabes brain works okay. Because so many others are terrified and tiptoeing around and he is just like “Whatev. We went back in time. Its weird but you know, gotta do something different, I guess. This isn’t even the worst thing that happened to me recently so like, walk in the park.”

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beatriceryder:

What she and Gabe had, it had always been… questionable. And as she stood there, she wondered if there was anything left. If there could be, had things played out differently. She didn’t want to make his life harder, despite the way it may seem. She didn’t want to make him miserable. The outcome was up in the air all over again. Things that hadn’t happened seemed beyond fixing but she took a seat anyway, offering him a smile. It was meant to say I understand. It was meant to say I forgive you. It was meant to say me too. “Cool, cool. I haven’t read it.” She was distracted, her eyes searching his face, trying to find the answer to her unasked question. “How are you doing? Really.”

They had always played a game of take, both parties taking too much of each other and leaving them dry and Gabe realized this wasn’t okay. Love had seemed so easy then, if that was what it was and now.... now he knew that love wasn’t about making yourself feel whole from someone else. He didnt want to admit this was a starting over with Beatrice but he also knew he couldn’t continue to live however he had been living before now. Not if he wanted a bit of the happiness he now knew existed for him. “Its good. I’ll lend it to you after Im done.” He replied, biting his bottom lip before he sat the book in his lap thinking over her question. “Is that really what you want to ask?” Shrugging, he looked away from her. “Surprisingly good, actually. Like im confused and a bit hazy but, but Im good. How are you?” 

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The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back. The next time you are brunette, and you do. After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything. because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you. I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together, when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me. I love how you play along with my bad ideas, before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas. (And in our times together I have many bad ideas.) When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you. Yet, always, you forgive me. As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist, and the ones where we just, barely, never meet. I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me. But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways. Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder is this the last time? Is that really you? And what if you’re perfectly happy without me? Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes until I find the one where you’ll return to me.

@beatriceryder @biologicallyjesse

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beatriceryder:

Gabe was just another familiar face in this blur of confusion, just another face that forced Beatrice into a roller coaster of emotions. It was like she couldn’t figure out if she was supposed to be mad at him or apologize. Why should she be sorry? He’d left her. And with no explanation at that. But he hadn’t, not really. He had no choice. She did have a choice when she pushed him out of her life. But she hadn’t done that. It was impossible. The last time she had seen him they had been friends. Hadn’t they? Then he had disappeared. Or she had been awful to him. Maybe. She needed a drink. “Hey,” she replied, slowly, carefully. Testing the waters. “– What’cha reading?”

His smile faltered for a moment when he noticed it was Beatrice and his heart began to pound harder in his chest. He had left her, though he hadnt wanted to and she had been cruel, even if she didnt want to. It felt like everything had already been said and nothing had been said at all. He wanted to apologize for things he didnt know of yet, for things he had done or things he was going to do. He was certain about it but the words came out before he could stop them. “Im sorry.” His voice low before he held up the book for her to see, as if that answered her question. “Uh, The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry. I forgot how much I loved her writing and this was in a used book store on the way here.” 

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Nothing made sense and for a moment when Gabe had “woke up”, he was sure that he was back in the hospital completely drugged out of his mind. There were vague memories, faceless people and this aching in his chest that something was off and he couldnt really figure it out until he had seen the invitation. The knowledge that he had done this before settled in his chest like a stone and he knew he couldnt run away. Parts of him knew he had stopped running a long time ago and it was why he found himself at the reunion, again. Hearing someone walk up, Gabriel dog eared the page he was on in his book and looked up. “Hey.”

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when im over here reading everyones posts and so tired that i can barely type so ill bring in gabe tomorrow. like how do I. like with everything and him knowing things but not. My baby.

[funkpunkandrollmuhfucka2]

Olly Alexander for The Beat Juice, March 2017

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As many of you, who are contactable, know, dare is opening for a two week period starting from tomorrow at 5.30 EST. An update on the situation will be posted then but this round will place your characters back in the realm of DARE: THE REUNION for a second time. All events will be explained to set the scene. I hope to see everyone there. 

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“I remember when my mum asked me if I wanted to speak at Clementine’s funeral, I didnt know if I would be able to.” Gabe chose his words cautiously, figuring if he distanced himself away from the situation that it would make it easier. If he didnt say her name, he could pretend that it wasnt her in the coffin and she was off in some other town or city learning a new flower arrangement method or figuring out how to make her own bee colony. “See, I’ve never really been good with words and this is harder than anything Ive ever had to do so I really thought about declining the offer. I dont have a lot of confidence in front of people and I used to have more bef..” He paused, letting out a rough sigh to calm his heart and steady his voice that had began to crack as everything began to become painfully clear. There was no hiding behind cameras or books when every time he looked up he saw crying faces. Even when he kept his eyes firmly on his feet, he could hear sniffling or held back sobs and it would bring him right back to the situation. “Na… Clementine was an amazing woman. She, she knew exactly what to say when I was in a mood. She was my best friend, also has been. No one else really ever came close. She just got me in a way other people didnt and she used ot joke it was because we had the same soul but we… I dont…” Feeling the small sob come he looked away from the people in the church bringing his hand up to his heart as if to stop it from beating so hard in his chest. He could feel the tears welling up painfully behind his eyes and he wanted to run from the church before a single one fell. Still, he steadied himself trying to remain calm. Taking in a few deep breaths, he looked back at his family and Nana’s friends forcing a quick smile. “You all know all this… all these she was great and she was a breath of fresh air cliches that doesn’t really express who she was… is… was. I’m not good with words but I am good at singing and she used to sing this song in the kitchen and the garden and when I was having a bad day or couldnt sleep. It was her favorite and no one ever sung it to her since grandpa died so im going to um.. you know.” Serena seemed to be on the edge of her seat, ready to jump up and jump in but Gabe knew it wouldnt help anything in the long run. Even though everyone has lost Nana, he honestly felt like he had lost himself and there was no comfort for that in this environment. Clearing his throat, he shifted to play with his tie before nodding to the organist that he was ready. “I heard there was a secret cord that David played and it pleased the Lord but you dont really care for music, do ya?” His voice soft as he began, bringing his eyes back to his feet as he moved to play with the hem of his shirt. He could already fell his throat closing up and he knew he wouldnt make it through the whole song but he didn’t care. If he concentrated enough of the words he was singing, he could ignore everything else around him.   Sniffling softly, he forced his eyes shut going in and out of singing loud to quiet trying desperately to hide the breaks in his voice. “I used to live alone before I knew ya. But I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march is a cold and its a broken halle...” He couldnt hold it together anymore. Tears coming without warning as he choked on the words stuck in his throat. Wide eyes moving to look up at the others in the church and he shifted a few times on uncertain feet before he dashed, running down the isle and out of the church without looking back. He needed to get away, needed to get air and be alone. His body raked with sobs now as his running became quickened stumbling over his own two feet. He knew where he needed to go but he doubted himself in making it there surely hearing shoes against gravel behind him. He cast a look over his shoulder at his dad, mum and Serena seeming like a deer in headlights before his tears caught in his throat and he dashed into the small forested area wanting them to not follow.

His family found him an hour later in his Nana’s house, his crying reduced to smalls gasps and sobs but no more tears. He weakly protested, not vocally but with flailing limbs, leaving her bed, clumsy fingers clutching at the comforter until he felt a dip in the bed and Serena laid in front of him, petting his hair. His mother took position behind him, warm arms wrapping around his torso as she whispered comforting words into his ears.

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faybiandavis

Weirdly, trudging through a park that Faye had spent a lot of time in when she was still a good natured happy child late at night was not that out of the ordinary. When it came to being back at Whittemore, she wasn’t entirely sure she trusted those around her, after all, hadn’t they all had a hand in hiding the weird truth? Wasn’t everyone else brushing it under the carpet? It was in between her thoughts of conspiracies as a pebble caught onto the sole of her boot that she noticed she was not alone, with a puff of air and a scrape of her foot against gravel she was sure that she had now made herself known, but she was undeniably surprised that the person was no less than Gabe, “Out causing trouble?”

Gabriel didnt quite know how to feel about being back and parts of him wanted to tuck tail and run home so he didnt have to properly deal with everything that had happened. Therapy had began to work through issues from his past but he no longer had the comfort of that anymore and it was being to show in his general appearance that something was off with dark circles under his eyes and bitten back fingernails. It had become surprisingly easy to lie that his marks had come from himself and the fire so much so that on really good days he could make believe that friends hadnt attempted to kill off parts of the student body. On bad days he would hide out in is room or down the sleeping medication he had been prescribed so he could fall into an unconsciousness hoping that tomorrow would be better. Looking up at the movement and unpleasant scraping, he forced a smile. “Oh definitely. I cause all my trouble late at night.” 

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layeredclara

The park sounded like the perfect place to go, it wasn’t her house and it wasn’t school, so Clara felt like she’d be safer if she just went there, got away for a little while. Caught her breath. Stopped anymore nightmares from haunting her dreams for the rest of the night. Still, it was dark and going alone probably wasn’t a great idea. She hadn’t been worried about it until she caught sight of a figure, and her feet froze in place. Though after a few more seconds passed, she realized she was staring at a familiar figure. “G–Gabe? Hey.” Sighing in relief, she took a few steps closer, moving again, a smile making its way to her face. “I didn’t recognize you. Hi. What are you doing out here?”

Wrapping his arms around himself, he sighed trying to get comfortable on the bench though it didnt really seem likely. He just knew he wouldnt be able to get to sleep nor did he think he wanted to anyway. Hearing someone pulled him from his own thoughts and he noticed Clara. “Um oh hi.” He forced a smile back to her not wanting to startle her as he shifted and tapped the empty space beside him in case she wanted to sit down. “Have I really changed that much?” He joked but his laugh fell a bit short. “I couldnt sleep and I tried like watching tv but it didnt really do much so I went for a walk and ended up here. How about you?”

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restlesslysean

From where he stood in isolation against a tree, he was drawn from his thoughts when he noticed another person, one he had not anticipated. Despite his mysterious disappearing acts, he recognised the person almost immediately as Gabe, mainly from the events of the year before and his interference in the boys relationships, with what appeared to be forced joy, he moved to be shown, “Alone at this house, what are you expecting?”

Hearing someone, Gabe turned towards him before sighing drawing his knees up closer to him as he wrapped his arms around them. “Im expecting to be left alone Sean. Isnt there someone else you can annoy?” The boy shot back but there was a lack of emotion in his voice and he mentally kicked himself for not being able to give off even fake irritation. “I could ask you the same thing but I really dont care what you are doing out late.”