Diary Of A Lost Girl

Gabi Stone. 30 something investigative reporter. NYC is my homebase. Indie RP blog. Fandomless. Will RP with anyone. Tracking: LostGabi M!A: None but accepting Original Character, created October 2012.

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what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger. sometimes it leaves you shattered; broken in a million pieces, and scattered to unforgiving winds in this hurricane of pain that never lets you rest. sometimes it leaves you weaker; hoping for an end that will never come, for a mercy that no amount of prayers can give your dirty, bloodstained soul, because you will never believe you deserve it. sometimes, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish that it did.

when punishment becomes reward | m.a.w (via nomadiicc)

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I don’t know how to apologize, so… Unfuck you. Or whatever.

Aomine Daiki, trying to apologize.  (via incorrectknb)

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shesboundtolose replied to your post “in vino veritas (eep)”

I hate Lou sometimes. I hope you know that.

shesboundtolose replied to your post “�� hehe”

Oh, no, Gabi, don't rate it... Then she'll just do it again to prove you wrong...

littlebennettbitch replied to your post “�� (from Brennan!)”

okay i love. but also. imagine if this is their first kiss.

littlebennettbitch replied to your post “�� (from Bonnie)”

HEIGHT DIFFERENCES also she totally would grab a step stool to kiss him. (also to yell at him tbh.)

@shesboundtolose

You can’t hate Lou. Impossible. And if she did that, Gabi would giggle and rate that one too.

@littlebennettbitch

First kiss! -swoon-

And I want her to get on a stool to yell at him now....

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"I don't love you." Murph

Angst on angst | Accepting | @saviorpunkjunkiepsycho

It took a minute for his words to sink in. It wasn’t a surprise. They were together for one reason only. That reason was one that left them both too hollow to feel any real emotion.

“I don’t care.” It didn’t matter anyway. “I’m not goin’ anywhere though. You don’t want me to.” 

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in vino veritas - Dom

True Confessions of A Drunken Texan | Accepting | @saviorpunkjunkiepsycho

“I sorta forgot your name that first night, when we fucked in the elevator. Then again in my kitchen. And the shower. I waited til you fell asleep and looked at your license. But, to be fair. I was more than a little tipsy and didn’t realize you were gonna end up my baby daddy and love of my life...”

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in vino veritas

True Confessions of A Drunken Texan | Accepting | @moonoverbourbon

“That accent of yours?” she slurred, giggling, far too many glasses of Tennessee whiskey in to keep herself from being a complete idiot. “It really, reallllllly does things t’ me. Shivery things.” Pausing, she reached out to touch the corner of his mouth. “The lips too....”

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in vino veritas - Young Chuckles

True Confessions of A Drunken Texan | Accepting | @fullofvoices

She was on the tailgate of someone’s truck, a bonfire burning. His body was behind her, warming her back as the fire played across their faces. She pulled the bottle from between her jean-clad legs, took a swig, and then licked her fingers when a couple drops spilled. Gabi laid back, settling her body against Charles’.

“I wanna run ‘way. Ma’s been..... hateful, and I don’t wanna go home. I never wanna go back there again. I wanna run off with you. I love you.”

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in vino veritas (eep)

True Confessions of A Drunken Texan | Accepting | @shesboundtolose

“I have been hurt by a lot of things in my life. A lot. But nothin’ has ever broken me like what you did.” She’d forgiven her. Lou knew that. But months had passed and Gabi was a mom now, a real mom, and was having one of her pump and dump nights. Harper was with Sal and Dom, who were maybe watching football.

Gabi had to get it out. Wine fogged her brain. Made her feel it was way more urgent than it was for her to confess. 

“I mean, I’d have rather you broke my nose than tell me that. Because I love you so fuckin’ much, Loubean.....” Where had that stupid nickname come from?! “But I swear, it felt worse than bein’ hit. Worse than anythin’. So.... I’m glad we’re okay now....”

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💕 (from Bonnie)

Kisses! | Accepting | @littlebennettbitch

He laughed. Out loud. Because she was so small that in order to kiss him, she had dragged over a step stool and stood on it. It was so adorable that Gabe picked her up and held her in place, laying another kiss on her.

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💕 (from Brennan!)

Kisses! | Accepting | @littlebennettbitch

Oh. Okay. This was quite the greeting. Not expected, but not mad about it either. It only took a moment before he pulled back, looking a touch embarrassed. And it took no time at all for Gabi to bring him right back, and she did the kissing this time.

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💕 – Jesus. Wait is Jesus allowed kisses? Will dad yell? You know he was more understanding about the whole Mary Magdalena thing than I thought he'd be... Yeah, we're doing this. 💕 – Jesus.

Kisses! | Accepting | Jesus!Anon

Of course you get kisses!

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💕 hehe

Kisses! | Accepting | @shesboundtolose

Okay. So. Drunk was easier to attain now. So Gabi stopped at two drinks. Lou did not. She was trying to get Gabi to have another. Maybe karaoke. Bad idea. But Gabi was holding out and giggling at her friend, her tipsy antics were hilarious. Especially when she started to encourage another woman in the bar, to go make out with her entirely too cute for this world date. 

“Okay, he keeps lookin’ at yer lips. Next time, jus’ kiss ‘em!” Lou slurred. The girl looked unconvinced. Which was when Lou decided to give her an example. “Like this!” she cried, grabbing Gabi by the back of the neck, drawing her in before her friend could protest, and laying a slightly slopping lip lock on her.

Looking stunned, probably more stunned than Lou’s new friend, Gabi sat back, patted her lips.

“I give that one a six. You could improve your score by usin’ a lil less tongue,” she snorted. “I’m tellin’ Dom!”

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Send “I don’t love you” for my muse’s reaction

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thedemihumans:

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“I have never pretended to understand the appeal of politics.” Alexander admitted. There was a reason he was rarely in contact with his family these days, and American politics were nearly as much Theater of the Absurd as Sidhe politics.

Not that Alexander wasn’t pretty sure that Donald Trump had at least a little bit of Gremlin or Goblin heritage somewhere in his family tree, but so what? He’d done business with several part-gremlins over the years, and you could always trust a Goblin to know value when it saw it.

He’d come to this party because he was passing through town, and a few of his associates - clients, fellow brokers, contacts - were here. He hadn’t had much to do at the moment anyway,

“Alexander Devrell.” He offered, holding out a hand. “Nice to meet you.” The woman was attractive, and from her clothes and the way she wore them, she clearly fit into the environment of this party. She kind of looked a bit like Sarah too, but she seemed human. “The wine any good?” He nodded to the glass in her hand.

“Me either. I work at a news network. Dominated our coverage to the exclusion of so many more important things lately. Very frustrating,” she said, nose wrinkling delicately in distaste. “If I have to hear one more time about the scandals plaguing.... everyone, I might scream.”

Gabi glanced around and sighed, sipping from her glass. “Lovely to meet you as well,” she said, shaking his hand. “It’s all right. Not the good stuff, but near enough. The food’s not bad either.”

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littlebennettbitch:

The smile that spread across her face was automatic at the sight of Gabe. “I’ve always got time,” was her easy response. “Where are we going?”

“There’s this mill. Got a workin’ watermill, clear water, and a swing over it all. Thought you might like to go have a lazy afternoon.” Her offered his arm to her with a raised brow.

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unusualbeings:

He shifted his weight.

                The shit that went down with his family was something he’d been trying to get away from, trying to live his own life, especially with the recent fucked up situation he was cursed with. “I, uh, maybe…” he shook his head. “I got a lot on my plate right now, do you wanna, uh, plan something for a later date?” 

His hand reached up to grope the back of his neck, eyes stared at the ground, “sorry if it’s inconvenient for you, I’m just not too keen on talkin’ about myself right now.”

“Of course.” Gabi was an investigator. She’d done her research. She was also patient when the need arose. To get a chance to dig deeper into the family this guy came from, she would do more research, and she would be patient. It was all she could do if he wasn’t willing to give up his story yet.

“I’m at your disposal whenever you’re ready to talk.” She offered him a smile, shrugged slightly. “I’m happy to wait. Here,” Gabi said, reaching into her bag and getting her card to offer him. She scrawled her personal numbers on the back. “Give me a call, whenever you like.”