January 9, 2016
soooorrrryyyy
I feel like this is becoming very depressing. I'm just not in the same mindset i used to be in. I blame the meds cause why not. I've been alright i suppose in case you're wondering. havent done much lately. just getting used to living with people again. not used to not having to worry about meals and rent and stuff. its kinda nice. i don't want to say too much because this might not work out and i know you guys will either a) make fun of me or b) lecture me. neither of those things are desirable. so yeah, enjoy the crypticness of all this. its your own fault for being so close-minded after all. blah. bye.
August 30, 2014
Stuff
I've been kind of neglecting you guys (AGAIN) and I am sorry for that. I will hopefully be less busy in these coming months but I have started training for my new job and this will last 6 weeks.
zane has successfully passed the tests and I am so proud of him. Like, I know he's me and all, but I think of him as more of a brother. I am so happy that he made it and I hope that he learns a lot this year.
Brei is having issues. It's always been hard for him to learn in the book sense of things. When he reads facts and information from a textbook it's gone in the very next second and he doesn't get anything from it. He needs a more hands-on approach. He needs to be able to see how it works and be able to figure out on his own why it works that way. It's just how he is. Sylar is the same way sometimes.
ANYWAYS. THIS IS RANDOM. I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL THROUGH THE INTERNET AND CHUCK COOKIES AT YOU TOO. BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST THAT AWESOME.
zane has successfully passed the tests and I am so proud of him. Like, I know he's me and all, but I think of him as more of a brother. I am so happy that he made it and I hope that he learns a lot this year.
Brei is having issues. It's always been hard for him to learn in the book sense of things. When he reads facts and information from a textbook it's gone in the very next second and he doesn't get anything from it. He needs a more hands-on approach. He needs to be able to see how it works and be able to figure out on his own why it works that way. It's just how he is. Sylar is the same way sometimes.
ANYWAYS. THIS IS RANDOM. I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL THROUGH THE INTERNET AND CHUCK COOKIES AT YOU TOO. BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST THAT AWESOME.
April 5, 2014
ahaidjrmehauap
I've got to go to the damn hospital again. I lost my voice yesterday. It's fucking horrible not being able to talk. You can't tell people what you want. It's very annoying. Apparently I have strep throat. And a fever of 104.6 to go with it. Blech. That's what I get for visiting Michael I guess.
Gabriel
Gabriel
April 4, 2014
Proof
February 24, 2014
Work and Play
So I got a job at a bakery. I get the title of 'chief cake baker/decorator'. So professional, I know. I'm also trying to become a volunteer firefighter. Which is all very exciting and scary.
Graduation is coming up!!
I really want to make Zane a Lilo and Stitch cake for graduation but I still kinda suck at frosting the eyes.
That's the stuffed animal I'm gonna give him too, but shhhh it's a surprise.
Since I helped him get over his fear of the trailer for the movie he has been obsessed with it. Seriously. And to think he used to have nightmares because of it....
-Dexter
P.S.
I know I'm on Gabriel's account but I kinda forgot the password to mine...
February 12, 2014
TMI TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! HOORAH!
I haven't done one in awhile and I keep forgetting I have a blog *face palm*
For those that asked so nicely here's a picture...
ASK AWAY PEOPLES. I AM SO UTTERLY BORED AT THIS MOMENT.
I know, Tuesday is technically over but I worked all day yesterday and fell asleep on the couch while writing this. Yes, I was that bored.
January 25, 2014
'Gay Boy'
So this morning I woke up at around 5 so I could eat breakfast before having to meet with a client at 7:30 since she lives quite a ways away. After eating breakfast I go outside to feed the stray cats that live in my alley. While I was walking back I noticed a piece of paper taped to my door. I run the rest of the way, thinking that maybe I had just missed a friend or someone coming to visit. When I reached the stairs I realize that there is a noose tied to the top rail leading off the elevated porch. I guess it wasn't a friend. So I go up the stairs so I could read the note, it read;
Dear Gay Pig,
I thought you could use this today seeming as your going to be visiting another fucking 'client'. You're a stupid cum whore and the whole neighborhood knows it. Stupid fag slut. Do us all a favor and hang yourself dirty boy. I tied the knot for you since gay people are probably too dumb too know the fucking difference from wright and left.
Sincerity,
YOUR LOVING FUCKING NEIGHBORS WHO ALL WANT YOU TO DIE ALREADY.
P. FUCKING S.
YOUR GOING TO LIKE HELL. ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE THERE.
Alrighty then...this from the person who knows how to make a noose and lives in my neighborhood. And trust me, if I could move right now I would've a looooooong time ago but last time I checked my financial situation sucks.
And for the millionth mothertrucking time, I am BISEXUAL, NOT GAY.
January 21, 2014
December 9, 2013
Didn't want to know, Didn't need to know.
Sometimes, Gabriel hated being so observant. It was great on the job, for sure, but when it came to life and the people around him, it wasn’t so good at times.
Sylar was acting different. Not anything alarming. He still sang obnoxiously along with the radio, he still gorged himself on bacon cheeseburgers and pie. And he was still shy about public displays with his lover, or boyfriend, whatever they wanted to call each other.
When it was just the three of them talking, Sylar spoke softer, hung his head slightly. He was still Sylar, just a bit more subdued. The biggest change that Gabriel noticed was that he was calling his lover Peter, not “Petey boy” like he used to. Gabriel was burning with curiosity, but he knew better than to ask either of them. It was obviously something between lovers, and Gabriel had a strict “Do Not Need To Know” policy when it came to their love life. They were both happy, so Gabriel was happy. He just didn’t want to know any of the details.
Sylar came out of the motel office with a worried look on his face. Gabriel and Peter exited the car. “Only one room left. Two queens, at least, but we have to double up tonight.” Sylar’s eyes flicked nervously between his brother and his lover.
“We’ve had to do it before. It’s no big deal.” Gabriel said, watching his brother closely. Sylar was biting his lip, looking pleadingly at the other man. Peter cupped Sylar’s cheek and looked questioningly at him. Sylar closed his eyes and nodded. Peter took the keys and made his way to the door, leaving the brothers alone.
“Uh, Gabriel,” Sylar started as he popped open the trunk to get their bags. “I, uh. Peter and I, um. Things are different between us now.” Gabriel grabbed his own bag and the emergency bag.
“Okay,” Gabriel said, not wanting to push the subject.
“No, Gabe. Things are really different between Peter and I.” Sylar picked up both his and the Peter’s bags. “I just wanted to give you a heads up, you know. So you don’t, like, freak out or anything.” Sylar shut the trunk and started towards the open motel room. Peter was waiting for them just inside the door.
As Sylar crossed the threshold, Peter brushed his arm. “You’ll be fine, I promise.” He whispered so that Gabriel almost couldn't hear it. Sylar nodded, and made his way to the bed closest to the door. He placed the bags on the bed then walked back to Peter. Peter removed his coat and held it out. Sylar took it and placed it on the coat rack before removing his own. Gabriel went to the other bed and started unpacking his bags. He tried not to watch as Sylar unpacked both bags.
“Sylar,” Peter said with a bit more authority than his voice usually held. “We forgot the beer in the car.” Sylar nodded and left the room quickly. Gabriel watched, unbelieving as his brother made no smart assed comment, nor even argue about doing it. He returned to the room and placed the case of beer in the fridge. Sylar caught his brother’s confused stare and flushed a little before looking away. Peter sat on the comfy looking couch.
“Gabriel, come join me,” Peter said. Gabriel made his way over to the couch and sat beside the other man. His brain had processed what he was seeing, but he didn’t want to acknowledge what exactly was happening. “Sylar, a beer for myself and your brother. You may have one if you wish.” Gabriel shifted uncomfortably, focusing his attention on the channel surfing Peter was doing. The two of them had settled on an interesting documentary about recent religious discoveries in Israel.
Sylar handed Peter an open beer, then handed one to Gabriel. He opened his own bottle and sat on the floor. He wedged himself between Peter’s feet and rested his head on the inside of his thigh. Sylar was blushing badly, avoiding looking in Gabriel’s direction. Peter began stroking the side of Sylar’s face.
The three of them began discussing the authenticity of the new relics being found. Gabriel had almost forgotten witnessing his brother’s submissive behavior. After the documentary finished, Peter announced he was going for a shower. Sylar went to stand up, but was stopped by Peter. Sylar sank back to the floor and watched his boyfriend walk to the bathroom.
The brothers did not speak or even look at each other for a few moments. Sylar was picking at the label on his empty bottle. It was Gabriel who broke the silence.
“Are you happy?” He asked. Sylar smiled slightly and nodded. Gabriel nodded. “Then I’m happy for you.” Sylar’s shoulders sagged in relief. Gabriel walked into the kitchen, grabbing them each another beer. Gabriel handed Sylar’s down to him and sat back in his original spot. “I just don’t want details. Period.”
Peter emerged from the bathroom, hair more of a mess than usual. Sylar smiled up at him. Gabriel kept his attention on the television.
“You can take your shower now, babe.” Peter said as he took his seat on the couch. “Thank you.” Sylar said, giving Peter a kiss on the cheek. His face still a little pink, he retreated to the bathroom. Gabriel and Peter remained in silence until they heard the water running.
“Gabriel, I would like to ask you a question.” Gabriel swallowed, not entirely sure that he wanted to know. He nodded. “I wish to take my relationship with your brother to a more serious level. And keep human customs, I wanted to have his family’s approval.” Gabriel looked at Peter with the same tilted head expression the man was famous for.
“You want to get married?” Gabriel chuckled slightly. “I don’t think that Sylar likes the whole idea of marriage.”
“No, I do not think marriage is what he would like. Something a bit more like what our relationship is like.” Gabriel held his hand up to stop Peter from saying any more.
“You have my blessing. Do whatever it is that you want to do. You are happy, my brother is happy, I am happy for you both. Just, I don’t want to know.” Gabriel shook his head and downed the last half of his beer in a single gulp.
“Thank you, Gabriel.” Peter said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Oh, man or not,” Gabriel glared at him. “You break his heart and I will fucking kill you. Understood?” Peter stared at him with his signature confused look. Gabriel sighed. “Just, treat him right, okay?”
Sylar exited the bathroom dressed in just track pants and sat between Peter’s feet once again. The other man ran his fingers though the damp hair affectionately. Both looked much more relaxed then when they first entered the room.
Gabriel, however, finished the rest of the case of beer, mumbling “Didn’t want to know, didn’t need to know” until he passed out.
Sylar was acting different. Not anything alarming. He still sang obnoxiously along with the radio, he still gorged himself on bacon cheeseburgers and pie. And he was still shy about public displays with his lover, or boyfriend, whatever they wanted to call each other.
When it was just the three of them talking, Sylar spoke softer, hung his head slightly. He was still Sylar, just a bit more subdued. The biggest change that Gabriel noticed was that he was calling his lover Peter, not “Petey boy” like he used to. Gabriel was burning with curiosity, but he knew better than to ask either of them. It was obviously something between lovers, and Gabriel had a strict “Do Not Need To Know” policy when it came to their love life. They were both happy, so Gabriel was happy. He just didn’t want to know any of the details.
Sylar came out of the motel office with a worried look on his face. Gabriel and Peter exited the car. “Only one room left. Two queens, at least, but we have to double up tonight.” Sylar’s eyes flicked nervously between his brother and his lover.
“We’ve had to do it before. It’s no big deal.” Gabriel said, watching his brother closely. Sylar was biting his lip, looking pleadingly at the other man. Peter cupped Sylar’s cheek and looked questioningly at him. Sylar closed his eyes and nodded. Peter took the keys and made his way to the door, leaving the brothers alone.
“Uh, Gabriel,” Sylar started as he popped open the trunk to get their bags. “I, uh. Peter and I, um. Things are different between us now.” Gabriel grabbed his own bag and the emergency bag.
“Okay,” Gabriel said, not wanting to push the subject.
“No, Gabe. Things are really different between Peter and I.” Sylar picked up both his and the Peter’s bags. “I just wanted to give you a heads up, you know. So you don’t, like, freak out or anything.” Sylar shut the trunk and started towards the open motel room. Peter was waiting for them just inside the door.
As Sylar crossed the threshold, Peter brushed his arm. “You’ll be fine, I promise.” He whispered so that Gabriel almost couldn't hear it. Sylar nodded, and made his way to the bed closest to the door. He placed the bags on the bed then walked back to Peter. Peter removed his coat and held it out. Sylar took it and placed it on the coat rack before removing his own. Gabriel went to the other bed and started unpacking his bags. He tried not to watch as Sylar unpacked both bags.
“Sylar,” Peter said with a bit more authority than his voice usually held. “We forgot the beer in the car.” Sylar nodded and left the room quickly. Gabriel watched, unbelieving as his brother made no smart assed comment, nor even argue about doing it. He returned to the room and placed the case of beer in the fridge. Sylar caught his brother’s confused stare and flushed a little before looking away. Peter sat on the comfy looking couch.
“Gabriel, come join me,” Peter said. Gabriel made his way over to the couch and sat beside the other man. His brain had processed what he was seeing, but he didn’t want to acknowledge what exactly was happening. “Sylar, a beer for myself and your brother. You may have one if you wish.” Gabriel shifted uncomfortably, focusing his attention on the channel surfing Peter was doing. The two of them had settled on an interesting documentary about recent religious discoveries in Israel.
Sylar handed Peter an open beer, then handed one to Gabriel. He opened his own bottle and sat on the floor. He wedged himself between Peter’s feet and rested his head on the inside of his thigh. Sylar was blushing badly, avoiding looking in Gabriel’s direction. Peter began stroking the side of Sylar’s face.
The three of them began discussing the authenticity of the new relics being found. Gabriel had almost forgotten witnessing his brother’s submissive behavior. After the documentary finished, Peter announced he was going for a shower. Sylar went to stand up, but was stopped by Peter. Sylar sank back to the floor and watched his boyfriend walk to the bathroom.
The brothers did not speak or even look at each other for a few moments. Sylar was picking at the label on his empty bottle. It was Gabriel who broke the silence.
“Are you happy?” He asked. Sylar smiled slightly and nodded. Gabriel nodded. “Then I’m happy for you.” Sylar’s shoulders sagged in relief. Gabriel walked into the kitchen, grabbing them each another beer. Gabriel handed Sylar’s down to him and sat back in his original spot. “I just don’t want details. Period.”
Peter emerged from the bathroom, hair more of a mess than usual. Sylar smiled up at him. Gabriel kept his attention on the television.
“You can take your shower now, babe.” Peter said as he took his seat on the couch. “Thank you.” Sylar said, giving Peter a kiss on the cheek. His face still a little pink, he retreated to the bathroom. Gabriel and Peter remained in silence until they heard the water running.
“Gabriel, I would like to ask you a question.” Gabriel swallowed, not entirely sure that he wanted to know. He nodded. “I wish to take my relationship with your brother to a more serious level. And keep human customs, I wanted to have his family’s approval.” Gabriel looked at Peter with the same tilted head expression the man was famous for.
“You want to get married?” Gabriel chuckled slightly. “I don’t think that Sylar likes the whole idea of marriage.”
“No, I do not think marriage is what he would like. Something a bit more like what our relationship is like.” Gabriel held his hand up to stop Peter from saying any more.
“You have my blessing. Do whatever it is that you want to do. You are happy, my brother is happy, I am happy for you both. Just, I don’t want to know.” Gabriel shook his head and downed the last half of his beer in a single gulp.
“Thank you, Gabriel.” Peter said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Oh, man or not,” Gabriel glared at him. “You break his heart and I will fucking kill you. Understood?” Peter stared at him with his signature confused look. Gabriel sighed. “Just, treat him right, okay?”
Sylar exited the bathroom dressed in just track pants and sat between Peter’s feet once again. The other man ran his fingers though the damp hair affectionately. Both looked much more relaxed then when they first entered the room.
Gabriel, however, finished the rest of the case of beer, mumbling “Didn’t want to know, didn’t need to know” until he passed out.
November 5, 2013
(I am not in the mood to be naming this anything elaborate)
Samuel pauses to take another sip from his flask, and this time, he hears breathing. Samuel pulls the flask from his lips slowly. There's a blinding streak of light, and an explosion of pain just above his right eye. What feels like a rock slams into his face and clatters to the floor, causing Samuel to drop his light. He bends over to retrieve it, wondering about his drunken state, and that's when the upper cut to the face shatters Samuel's nose and knocks the breath from his lungs.
Samuel gasps, runs into the wall, and falls to the floor. There's another painful explosion right between his legs; Samuel gags and clutches at his throat, trying to see in the dark, but all he sees is blackness. There's a heat on his face. Someone has knelt beside him.
"Where is she?" a voice asks.
"Who?" Samuel manages.
"Avery Jaro."
"Upstairs. In her room."
"YOU FUCKING LIAR!"
Samuel would recognize that blood curdling screech anywhere. Gabriel. He feels a sharp toed dress shoe slam into his ribs. There's the splintering crack of bones breaking, and Samuel falls onto his side, gasping like a fish out of water for his next breath.
"You're a real man, Gabriel," Samuel says. Knuckles hit his face again, this time, cracking his front teeth. Aching pain radiates from Samuel's nose. "Beating a man already down. That's so like you." Gabriel punches Samuel again and Samuel feels his bottom lip splitting in half.
"You raped my sister," Gabriel says. He grab Samuel by the hair and slams his head against the floor, causing Samuel's jaw to crack off the marble floor. There's a warmth now, all over the side of Samuel's face and he can't feel anything. He feels like he's drowning. "You raped Lyla. You raped..." Samuel feels the dress shoe, again, kicking him in the ribs, over and over again. "HOW MANY GIRLS, SAMUEL?"
"Many, many girls," Samuel says. "They all wanted it. Every last one of them." Gabriel screams and kicks Samuel more, until finally Samuel can feel nothing but the cold floor beneath him.
"You aren't worth the next painful breathe you take," Gabriel says. He spits in Samuel's face, and then drops something soft on his face. Gloves. "Go fuck yourself, Samuel."
"But it's your turn," Samuel offers.
Gabriel yells something inhuman and Samuel feels the cold bite of a blade rip through the skin and muscle on his side, dealing a decisive blow. Heat sprays from the wound as Gabriel pulls the knife back out, and Samuel finally lets out a whimpering sob, certain this is the end. Then Gabriel is running away. His footsteps pound through Samuel's mind until there's silence once more.
Samuel opens his eyes, there's a bright light, just out of reach. Samuel tries to reach it, once, then twice, and then, he succumbs to a cold and lonely blackness.
Samuel gasps, runs into the wall, and falls to the floor. There's another painful explosion right between his legs; Samuel gags and clutches at his throat, trying to see in the dark, but all he sees is blackness. There's a heat on his face. Someone has knelt beside him.
"Where is she?" a voice asks.
"Who?" Samuel manages.
"Avery Jaro."
"Upstairs. In her room."
"YOU FUCKING LIAR!"
Samuel would recognize that blood curdling screech anywhere. Gabriel. He feels a sharp toed dress shoe slam into his ribs. There's the splintering crack of bones breaking, and Samuel falls onto his side, gasping like a fish out of water for his next breath.
"You're a real man, Gabriel," Samuel says. Knuckles hit his face again, this time, cracking his front teeth. Aching pain radiates from Samuel's nose. "Beating a man already down. That's so like you." Gabriel punches Samuel again and Samuel feels his bottom lip splitting in half.
"You raped my sister," Gabriel says. He grab Samuel by the hair and slams his head against the floor, causing Samuel's jaw to crack off the marble floor. There's a warmth now, all over the side of Samuel's face and he can't feel anything. He feels like he's drowning. "You raped Lyla. You raped..." Samuel feels the dress shoe, again, kicking him in the ribs, over and over again. "HOW MANY GIRLS, SAMUEL?"
"Many, many girls," Samuel says. "They all wanted it. Every last one of them." Gabriel screams and kicks Samuel more, until finally Samuel can feel nothing but the cold floor beneath him.
"You aren't worth the next painful breathe you take," Gabriel says. He spits in Samuel's face, and then drops something soft on his face. Gloves. "Go fuck yourself, Samuel."
"But it's your turn," Samuel offers.
Gabriel yells something inhuman and Samuel feels the cold bite of a blade rip through the skin and muscle on his side, dealing a decisive blow. Heat sprays from the wound as Gabriel pulls the knife back out, and Samuel finally lets out a whimpering sob, certain this is the end. Then Gabriel is running away. His footsteps pound through Samuel's mind until there's silence once more.
Samuel opens his eyes, there's a bright light, just out of reach. Samuel tries to reach it, once, then twice, and then, he succumbs to a cold and lonely blackness.
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