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Luce- on other societies: i think its v okay! lis has a great society here & its a bit mythology/her aesthetic themed, and if u did one I'm sure the combination of u + the poets would create your unique theme! i would personally be totally fine w it
very well :) @righteous-man
“Of empty roads ands stolen moments and bitter regret.”
When you turned five there were already shotguns singing hymns in my palms. I tried not to touch you with those hands but you got bruises of your own soon enough.
There’s still dirt in my teeth from the mud we’ve been dragged through and it still hides in your shoes. Shoes you have to fill.
You can look down at my crooked feet but when you run you’ll know yours are crooked too, though you stand up straight and try to hide.
You keep all that mud under your skin like you’re sleeping in the ground. My tongue stays heavy to keep my veins whiskey sweet even if my lips taste of iron.
Brother, I hope your bed is dry and that there’s food wherever you call home. And I hope the sky is whatever kind of blue you wanted it to be. But that sky’s mine, too just like what runs through your veins. And someday, again you’ll bleed like I do: too hard to hide it. I’ll let it run over my hands, fill my own wounds. It’s my blood, too.
For: @samdeanpoetrychallenge Prompt: “Bad Blood” by Sleeping At Last Partner: @righteous-man
Hs!au, the nerds are pulling an all nighter to study and at around 5 am Sam is so tired he starts confessing some real random shit
Ask and ye shall receive. “Sammich, you have to help me.” Gabriel said as he threw himself at his friend, instigating a piggyback. Sam grunted under the sudden extra weight, but instinctively his arms moved to grab Gabe’s legs and hoist him up. “With what?” He sighed, handing Gabriel his backpack, who put it on top of his own before clinging to Sam’s neck again. “Okay, I have an art assignment and I have three paintings to do and I need something, or someone to paint and I have no one cute enough to paint except for a certain Moose I know but it’s going to be an all night thing…” He trailed off, and Sam knew exactly what was being asked of him. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Why did he put up with Gabriel again? “Fine. But you’re buying me coffee and breakfast in the morning.” “I knew there was a reason we’re friends.” Gabriel beamed, burying his face in Sam’s hair, and Sam chuckled. Alright, this was why he put up with him. He was cute, he was funny, and he was way too hands on and touchy, but Sam was only one who put up with his constant need for hugs and contact “To my house!”After dinner, Gabriel dragged Sam into his art studio, gesturing at the sofa and grabbing his camera. Sam squinted at it. “‘kay, I wanna take some pictures first, probably of you laughing, or pulling a dumb face. Then I’ll need a picture of you lounging in pyjamas - I still have that pair of your pj bottoms here from the sleepover a few weeks ago, and I’m not sure what I want for the last one.” He thought for a second, before jamming the camera on a tripod, setting it to take pictures every ten seconds. He sat down in front of Sam, tucking his hair behind his ear, and Sam gave Gabriel a loving smile. Gabriel was, other than Dean, the person he was closest to in the world, and he enjoyed the closeness in times like this. As Gabe drew his hand away, a silver coin appeared between his fingers and Sam gasped, camera shutter clicking in the background. Sam grinned, grabbing Gabriel’s hand. “How?” Gabriel winked. “Magician never tells his secrets.”
For the next half hour Gabriel just sat there with Sam, playing magic tricks and telling him jokes till tears ran down Sam’s cheeks and he was begging Gabe to stop, which he finally did, grabbing his camera and hooking it up to a projector so he could sift through the photos and find the one he wanted to paint. He found it quickly, it was Sam grinning at him, eyes wide and glittering with emotion. Sam blushed when he saw it, and Gabriel clapped him on the back. “This is why I chose you Sammoose, you’re so pretty.” Sam went even redder at the compliment before pulling out a book and reading whilst Gabriel got to work. It took him 5 hours to finish the first painting, and he had paint on his hands, face, and even a little in his hair, but Sam had never seen Gabriel happier. He looked over at Sam hopefully, showing off the painting. Sam gave him a thumbs up, and Gabriel let out a happy sigh, before taking photos of Sam lounging and reading. That painting took him less time, mainly because he wasn’t trying to convey the emotion in Sam’s eyes, and by the time it was over Gabriel turned the camera timer on again, sitting with Sam again, hoping for another candid shot. It was 5am, and Sam was tired. Gabriel made a small noise, tucking Sam’s hair behind his ear, and stroking his cheek. Sam leant into the touch, eyes closing, gentle smile playing on his lips. “Mmm… you’re such a good artist Gabe… ‘m glad you let me watch you paint…” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s hand. “Oh, jesus Sam, you’ve got paint on your lip now.” he said, glazing over the fact Sam just kissed his hand, and wiping at Sam’s bottom lip trying to dislodge the slightly wet dark green paint. “I don’ care… ‘m jus’ glad I got to spend time with you, you’re so cute.” Sam said, opening his eyes fully and grabbing Gabriel’s face, hands on his cheeks.Gabriel froze at his words. “Wha?” “You heard me, you golden haired prick, I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and I love bein’ aroun’ you.” Sam’s eyes were slightly glassy from the lack of sleep, but Gabriel had a feeling that nothing he was saying was a lie. “You’re so touchy and affectionate and I jus’ wanna kiss you and hold you, y’know? You’re so small an’ perfect, and that emotion in the picture you can’t figure out? ‘s love.” Gabriel put a finger on Sam’s lips, leaving a little more residue paint. Sam blinked innocently, and Gabriel moved his finger. “I love you too Sammy, why else would I ask you to stay up all night with me?” He surged forward, capturing Sam’s lips in a heated kiss that tasted like paint, but he didn’t have a care in the world. The camera shutter clicked, and he broke the kiss, stroking Sam’s cheek again. “Sleep, I’ll finish this.” Sam nodded, curling up on the sofa. Gabriel draped a blanket over him and stroked his hair gently with a smile. When Sam woke up, Gabriel was passed out with his cheek pressed onto the palette of paint, but the final picture was done. It was done in the brightest colours he had, but Sam recognised what it was from the photo on the projector. It was them kissing, Sam’s eyes wide in shock, Gabriel’s closed hands pulling on Sam’s shirt. Gabriel had rearranged the photos, lounging being the first, the lovestruck Sam as second, and then neon masterpiece as the third. Sam looked at all three, admiring the way Gabriel’s style changed between them all. The first one was clear brushstrokes, with fuzzy outlines so it looked like a grainy photograph, imagined sunlight basking him in a warm glow. The second was photorealistic and Sam couldn’t draw his eyes away from his own as he couldn’t help but marvel at the way Gabriel has captured the sparkle in his eyes, and the way he’d blended the green and the brown. The last one was his favourite, and he noticed there was paint all over Gabriel’s hands where he’d obviously done the whole thing by hand, clear thumb strokes where their lips were, thick sections of swirled paint as their hair.At the bottom of each canvas was a small scribble.#1 I will wait, I will wait for you. #2 You are my clarity I swear.#3 The touch of your lips throws my world into technicolour, ultraviolet overdrive.He swallowed the lump in his throat and got up, grabbing a warm damp cloth and came back, pulling Gabe into a sitting position, and he began to clean the bright paint from his cheek. Gabriel woke up, staring at Sam, catching his hand. “School, the paintings. Hurry.” he half slurred, standing up and sliding the large canvas’ into bags, handing one to Sam. “Please.”The art director laughed as she saw Gabriel covered in paint and still in his pyjamas when he got to school, only wearing Sam’s hoodie because he’d insisted. She also noticed paint on Sam, and thought not to ask, especially when she saw the third painting. “These are stunning Gabriel, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got top marks,” He beamed, looking up at Sam, and he couldn’t decide what was brighter, the electric blue paint smeared across his nose, or the gleam in his eyes. “So’s my muse.” He replied, not looking at his teacher.
bro no time to explain but you've gotta write sad gabriel in the city being comforted by his gay lover moose while staying in their shitty apartment while it's raining outside and angels are crying and sad violin music is playing in the background sorry man you gotta i don't make the rules
i hope this is okay!!
Gabriel was curled up on Sam’s lap, head on his lover’s shoulder. He swallowed a fresh wave of tears and forced himself to sit up a little straighter, forcing a smile onto his face. A wise man once said smile, even if it’s fake, because after a while it will become real. He wasn’t entirely sure whether he believed it, but whether he did or not, he wanted to be strong right now for Sam. He glanced at the screwed up letter on the table and he gritted his teeth, standing up and knocking the coffee table over.
“What does it matter I’m gay anyway?” He shouted at no one in particular and Sam let out a quiet sigh. standing up to rub his hands down Gabriel’s arms, dragging his boyfriend close to him.
“It doesn’t, well to me it kinda does, but that’s only because if you weren’t I couldn’t do this.” He hooked a finger under Gabriel’s chin and lifted his face, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips, his free hand cupping the back of Gabriel’s head. Gabriel relaxed for a second before pulling away, sitting on the sofa again.
“I don’t get it Samboree. I just don’t get it. I do everything they ask, I go to church, I get top grades, and all I want for myself is you and the chance to do something creative and suddenly I’m a heathen and a disgrace to the family name.” He buried his face in his hands, not knowing what to do. Sam sat beside him, arm snaking round his shoulder, and Gabriel leant against him with a small sigh. He needed Sam, he needed the comfort of the larger man. After a little while he stood up and reached round his neck, grabbing the gold chain and yanking it so the clasp snapped. It hurt like hell on the back of his neck, but he didn’t care. He shoved open the tiny window and threw the cross as far as he could, the rain making his hand wet in the process. The small golden object landed in a puddle a few streets over, where it was trodden into the ground by passing businessmen, umbrellas over their heads as they hurry home through the rain.
“If I’m not good enough for the family, then FUCK you all.” He shouted, some passersby looking up, but paying no attention. “You hear me? Fuck you all and your stupid beliefs. Fuck you and your homophobia.” He slammed the window shut, staring out it as the rain hit the glass. Sam’s arms snaked around his waist, pressing a kiss just above Gabriel’s ear. Gabriel leant back into the touch, before turning around, burying his face in Sam’s chest. “You’re all I’ve got now Sammy.” He whispered quietly as it dawned on him he literally had no one in this world other than Sam and their shitty one bedroom apartment in the roughest part of town. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I know. And I’m here, I’m not leaving.” He brushed his knuckles over Gabriel’s cheek, and he leant into the touch. “I’m staying right here with you.”
oh my god your kid is the cutest most precious human i have seen all day bless him
Thank you. In the last couple days he’s discovered doing prat falls somehow and we are required to respond in incredibly dramatic fashion (I’m thinking he’s secretly been watching old wrestling videos). He’s such a little ham.
Hey girlie! :) My day has been pretty rough, because my 'friends' are picking on me for my mental illnesses and crap, but it's not all that bad. How was your week?
not cool!!!! remind them that mental illness should be treated the same as any physical illness.
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Ugh okay so you wanted people to talk and I'm here to talk. My 'friends' were bullying me on Friday. Like they told me to stop talking about my mental illnesses and 'wake the fuck up,' saying they 'don't care if i even have aids' and that i should 'join the real world' and i'm just till upset even though i know i should be over it. I'm sorry, I just wanted to rant for a little bit.
dang, that’s horrible :l If I were you I’d probably get rid of those friends asap and you definitely have the right to feel upset about that! there’s no need to be sorry tbh. feel free to rant to me anytime you need to, I’ll be here just to listen or whatever <33333 sorry ‘bout my lack of good advice ( I’m horrible at giving it omg I feel so bad) But, I hope you have a better day tomorrow c:
