Eyes narrow as he watches the person from behind his slightly oversized glasses. Legs are now crossed. The words come out bitter, but straight to the point. "Yaâ ainât gettinâ shit with that trash bitch attitude.âÂ

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Eyes narrow as he watches the person from behind his slightly oversized glasses. Legs are now crossed. The words come out bitter, but straight to the point. "Yaâ ainât gettinâ shit with that trash bitch attitude.âÂ

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andrxmierdaâ:
The light is enough to earn a whine from August. He finally opened his eyes, squinting at the figure in front of him. It took a good minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, but once they did a small grin easily formed on his features. âOh⌠itâs you.â a soft chuckle escaped him, his eyes closing once again. âI thought I hooked up with someone random.â Thank goodness that was not the case. August doesnât move away from Gageâs touch. If anything, he leans closer to him. So close that their noses are practically touching. Maybe itâs because heâs still tipsy from their night out or maybe itâs just the fact that heâs cold and Gage is so warm but for whatever reason, August canât help but find comfort in their proximity. His hand moves from Gageâs hair down to his face, cupping his cheek slightly before opening his eyes once again to look at him. Augustâs studies his face through half-lidded eyes. Thereâs something so inviting in the way Gageâs lips are slightly parted as he stares right back at him. It doesnât even process through Augustâs mind that they had never been even remotely intimate before. His mind is far too blurry for that. So instead he focuses on his instincts and right now they were screaming at him to lean in and kiss Gage. So he did just that. Brushing his lips against the otherâs was so natural to August, despite the fact that it was so abrupt for them.
Gage doesnât know if August thinks they hooked up. To be fair, Gage doesnât know if he thinks that they hooked up. So, he just doesnât say anything, instead offering the other a small smile. And oddly, itâs quite sincere, he can be sure of that. Tired eyes study the boy, fingertips gently brushing against his face, this entire setting bringing Gage a good load of comfort. Maybe itâs âcause of the alcohol, but this doesnât feel weird. Not even when August leans in. Not even when theyâre kissing. To be fair, it takes a moment for Gage to realize what is happening, but once he does, he just kind of accepts it. Heâs okay with it. In fact, heâs feeling fine. Warm. Excited, in a way. Look, this doesnât happen a lot. He doesnât just end up in bed with people a lot. He doesnât... kiss them. Kiss boys. He hasnât. Yet, it feels normal. Natural. Yeah, this is... this is good. So, he kisses back. Lips work against the otherâs, hands completely stiff, no idea where to go, until itâs over. Gage lets out a small sigh, lips parted, but no words come to mind. So, instead, he just goes for it. Heâs sat up, a somewhat awkward hand placed on the otherâs shoulder as he leans in to kiss him again, this time with slightly more confidence.
salcmslotâ:
ââ thatâs amazing to hear, gage ! youâre majoring in english, right ? ââ asked mr. calloway, but was quickly interjected by his only daughter. ââ linguistics, dad. thereâs a difference. ââ salem stabbed at a piece of broccoli that threatened to roll off her plate onto the table cloth, ignoring her motherâs next set of words to the hostess. her father was never her number one supporter, especially with her major. working with criminals, salem ? why donât you just lock yourself in the slammer with them ? evidently irked by his approval of the strĂśm kidâs major quieted her down for the next half hour, picking and eating at certain foods on her plate. gageâs comment wasnât enough to engage her attention, but the rest of her family exchanged looks among each other as it grew silent. it didnât occur to her that his attention was now on her, not until a gentle gaze landed on the salt right next to her. sheâd been piling the shit on the turkey since first bite; when the mrs. wasnât looking, of course. âââŚno, ââ she replied, bland as the main course, then went back to her plate which was now close to empty. kevin, one of her older brothers, reached across the table and grabbed the salt shaker from her side. ââ here you go, man, ââ he said, placing the shaker between the two. annoyance riddled her features, her impulsive instinct was to kick her brother with her ill-fitted heel, right in the shin. following the loud bump underneath the table from her knee hitting the wooden surface, her eyes awaited a reaction from the older of the two, receiving nothing but an undisturbed look. it took a moment for her to realize what had happened, slowly turning attention to the curly-haired male next to him. instead of mouthing an apology, she simply stared as if she meant to kick him, as if he were the main target. ââ my leg jerked, ââ she stated to the crowd, relieving confusion for the quick commotion.Â
From the corner of his eye, Gage can see the look on his motherâs face when their guestsâ daughter, just like that, refuses to hand over the saltshaker. He, himself, is just as surprised. Bold move. Heâs basically staring at her, lips parted, but a small smirk appears on the face when he can feel his motherâs eyes now on him. âGod, Gage, you better not pull a stunt.â she must be thinking. And Gage, at this point, is more than willing to accept the challenge. âThanks, Kevin!â he muses, enthusiastically, only to then get kicked in the shin. Excuse me? âOuch!â he hisses under his breath. His mother, who seems to be aware of the situation, attempts to change the subject. You know, get everyone to focus on something else. âOh, I just remembered! Guess who bumped into me at the supermarket, the other day? Paul Ridley!â the first response Gage registers is a grunt from his father. âRidley?â the man furrows his brows, mouth full of food. âWasnât he in rehab?â The conversation seems to be going somewhereââ he assumes. Whatever, itâs not like heâs really listening. All the attention is on how much his poor, poor leg hurts. He glares at the girl, takes a good moment, before returning that kick. However, it doesnât go unnoticed. âGage, what on earth are you doing?â his motherâs voice just fills up the whole room. âWhat?! She kicked me!âÂ
thecaptivatorsâ:
PALE  CHEEKS  TINT  PINK  FROM  THE  OTHERâS  GAZE,  swallowing  thickly  as  he  adjusts  the  frames  that  rested  upon  his  nose  as  a  failed  attempt  to  hide  his  apparent  blush.  The  question  takes  him  ABACK.  Head  whipping  up,  blinking  a  couple  of  times  as  his  brows  knitted  into  a  confused  furrow,  âYes.â  The  answer  escaped  from  him  before  he  even  had  time  to  think  about  it  but  Jude  knew  there  wasnât  much  to  really  think  about.  The  director  cleared  his  throat,  taking  a  step  forward  as  blue  hues  dared  to  meet  Gageâs,  âUmâŚis  this  you  asking  me?â
He has closed the door behind him and is now using the piece of wood to lean against, as if for some sort of support. Physical or emotional, who knows? Nah, just fucking with you. Psychically, he feels like heâs definitely got it. All this alcohol, all that shitââ it just makes him feel bit more comfortable. Confident, for sure, until the other approaches. But hey, thereâs no real turning back here, right? Fuck, he doesnât even wanna turn back. âUhh, maybe.â Gage begins, shutting his eyes instantly. Wrong answer. Come on, just say it. Spit it out, kid. He exhales, gaze returning to the boy before him. Gage fixes his turtleneck, taking a step forward. âI meant yes. Iââ yes.â
celestevdbâ:
          knowing gage, celeste wasnât really surprised at how quickly ha can change his mind and decisions. surely, if it sounds a little bit too sketchy for him, heâd say no; but if it gives him the opportunity to do something that he feels like doingâ in this case, rapping an original rap track, heâs going to find his way in this scene. it made her laugh, and the idea of him still being the gage she knew back in high school just makes her so damn happy. âknew you were going to say yes anyway. so i did send a message to the heads literally five minutes ago. so⌠should we start writing about our original rap track or should we worry first about what we should wear to this whole thing?â
"Yaâ did?â brows furrow. The decision has been made, and boy, he sure as heck doesnât seem to regret it just yet, but itâs a certainly surprising how.. fast this girl works. And itâs always been like that. You talk about something, itâs a joke, then itâs not, and then itâs actually happening. He definitely shouldnât act like he didnât expect it to go that way. âMan, shit, thatâs a thought. Fuck, no, clothes first, yeah? We wanna know what weâre goinâ for, yaâ feel? We gotta look dope, before we can proceed. Dâya wanna check some shit online? Or, should we take a fucking weekend trip to New York City? Thatâd be mad.âÂ

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âYes, I fucked Ricky, shut up!â Cas retorts, but heâs laughing, too. âSorry to destroy your perception of me being cool, but just hear me out. Heâs a prick but heâs kind of hot, okay? Or at least he has a big dick. But like I said, heâs like cling wrap so now I just have to suffer through this damn class with him and then hopefully never see him again.â He tilted his head. âI mean, if I asked you, would you have said yes?â he asked curiously. âWasnât sure youâd be interested, to be honest.â
He lets out an almost whine at the sound of Ricky and Hot in the same sentence. "Heâs not!â Gage is quick to protest, but seems to be willing to give it a second thought. âIs he? What the fuck?â Right, fuck that, bruv.â he shakes his head, but heâs still laughing, still having a good time. âCanât believe yaâ just gave in. Like that. For a big dick. Yo.â itâs not that heâs judging. I mean, not like that. It just seems a bit crazy to him. You know, probably would to most people who knew Ricky. âOh, fuck, maybe. Prolly not, man, but you coulda tried.â he takes a hit of the joint, then passes it over to the other. âNow itâs too late, sorry, the damage has been done. I ainât goinâ to go through two-k-nineteen with mouth herpes, or some shit.âÂ
salcmslotâ:
why her parentsâ agreed to this event, salem would never know. every thanksgiving was the same; large dinners, silence around the table, then drunken shouting matches between the family once the chardonnay kicked in. it was a nice change to the cycle, but out of all the options they had, this is where they decided to spend their time ? the strĂśmâs were good people; at least, she assumed so. growing up with them around never caused any trouble for her family ( as if they needed any more of that ), but she absolutely despised the youngest strĂśm. it was a blood boiling concept since the beginning of their introduction to one another, but here she was, sitting right across the family-sized table from him. ââ schoolâs doing well, thank you, ââ was all she could say, offering the meek woman a small, polite smile. her mother smiled at the otherâs words about her own creation, the life she made to walk on this earth. but, did salem even ask for that ? ââ thank you, hon. gage has grown so much more handsome since the last time we saw him ! i bet all the girls are falling over you. ââ the blonde looked over at gage, making a face at her motherâs words. ââ not all the girls, ââ she replied quickly and lowly, taking a sip from her glass to break the eye contact she had initiated. ââ you doing well in school, gage ? ââ asked her mother, ignoring her daughterâs small comment. she knew her mom just wanted to make small talk, forgetting whatever he would say within minutes. she was the same with her, always has been. ââ donât bore her with the details, ââ salem mumbled once more, eyes trailing down the table.
Gageâs already working on a plan of some sort. Without drawing too much attention to his actions, he every now and then turns his head to take a quick look at the clock. Okay, one more hour, he decides. That should be enough time for everyone to down enough alcohol to forget about him having to be there. Heâs already rehearsed the apology, the one heâs gonna present in such a heartfelt and polite way, before he stands up from that table to leave this truly tragic evening. The entire focus is on the plate before him, fork ominously hovering over the food without actually stabbing into anything. Heâs just keeping himself busy. When spoken to, he offers a smile, polite enough to pass as someone whoâs actually enjoying themselves, at least a bit. Eyes rest on the blonde, her comment throwing him just slightly off-guard, but he canât say he didnât expect this. âOh, please, thatâd be an overstatement.â he lets out a small laugh. âBut thank you, Mrs. Calloway, for uplifting words.â Salemâs mother receives a polite smile, while Salem, herself, nothing but a look of disapproval. Even when the eye-contactâs broken, Gage doesnât look away from her, studying every expression. âHuh? Yeah, schoolâs goodâ â he begins, only for his mother to take over. âHeâs taking advanced courses in English and sociology!â she announces, patting him on the shoulder. Brows raise. He didnât ask for this, but thanks, mom. A nod the head, as if to confirm that his mother is, in fact, not lying. âAnyway, how is the turkey? I followed this new recipe I found online, and I was worried I mightâve overcooked it.â she confesses. âItâs great, dear.â his father mumbles, and Gage just smirks. âVery nice. A tad bland.â he comments, attention turned back to the blonde across from him. âWould you pass me some of that salt?âÂ
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vance: look at me i feel like im batman
vance: plot twist i am batman
vance: plot plot twist im drunk batmanÂ
vance: donât be boring come get drunk with meeeee
gage: yo u look like a thumb man gage: lol where are you its fuckin sundayÂ
@salcmslot
November, 2017. Itâs Thanksgiving. Like every year, heâs sat at that godforsaken dinner table, in whatâs now his fatherâs home, in New Hampshire. Like every year, heâs looking his very best for their guests. His motherâs smile is firm as she cuts herself a piece of turkey. Not once does she look over the crowd, presumably avoiding the sight of her ex-husband. Damn, fuck Gageâs dad, honestly. Why did he have to throw these parties, where people come and sit and everyone talks about how great everything is going, when itâs obviously not? And why did he have to, out of all people, invite these guys? Now, look, donât get me wrong, the Calloways are okay folks, itâs justâ âSalem, honey, how is school?â his mother asks, before turning her attention to the girlâs parents. âSheâs such a beautiful girl, isnât she? Youâve grown so muchââ her attention turns to the Gage. âSheâs grown so much, hasnât she? Oh, lovely!â her enthusiasm makes him only raise a brow. See, despite their parents being somewhat friends, Gage has never really been fond of the girl. However, eyes rest on her, no hints of interest on his face. âYeah.â he agrees. âShe sure has.âÂ

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@thecaptivators
Whatâs better than ending a night of some quality studying with a couple of beers, and maybe four shots? With a can of beer in his hand and slightly disoriented speech he steps into the room after a quick trip to the kitchen. âYo, man.â he begins, leaning against the door frame. Eyes rest on the boy. Looks kinda like heâs checking him out, and he totally could be, if it werenât for how hard it was for him to focus. With his thoughts on full-speed, drunken ideas, he appears more straightforward. âWould yaâ kiss me?â he wonders. âYaâ know, if I asked. Would yaâ?âÂ
mvxinationsâ:
   she was about to say no immediately. she had wanted nothing to do with him but he seemed a little impatient. she wondered what he needed from her so badly that he was showing signs that he did not like her unwillingness. she smirked a little, taking delight in the otherâs demeanor. â somewhere mad? â she repeated, scoffing at the words, he was the one who was mad. â where? in your fucking bedroom? â she laughed at that, thinking of how much she wouldnât want to be anywhere near his bedroom. â you know what? sure. iâll give you a chance. letâs see if you have more balls than what you offered before. see you around eight then. â she let out. it seemed too easy for her to change her mind but she had a plan and more of her unwillingness might make him retrieve the offer.Â
Her words make him kind of just sigh and roll his eyes. He isnât quite in the mood for this right now. âFunny.â he tells her, even sliding a rather dry smile in there, just to seem a little less unapproachable, you know? After all, heâd really, really like for this work out. Just for a moment. He needs a type of reassurance. âSick, Iâll be lookinâ forward.â and with that, he gets to his feet, fingers reaching for a cigarette from behind his ear, bringing it between his lips with certain elegance. Confidence. âSee yaâ.âÂ
ofcxsâ:
Heâs not usually that tactile of a person, but when heâs high, all bets are off. Especially with people he actually likes spending time with. âUgh, donât get me started on Ricky,â he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. âRicky came over to study once and then we hooked up and even though I told him four times it was a one-time thing he got clingy. Thatâs why I always shove my earbuds in whenever he comes in and pretend I donât see him.â
"Ricky came over and you did.. what?â his expression is a combination of something along the lines of disgust, curiosity and amusement. âWhen?â he watches the other for a moment, but then just starts laughing. âFuck, bruv, why? Yaâ make me feel like such a dumb prick, Cas, âcause here I sat, thinkinâ you were cool.â he leans back. âOuch, man, Iâm shattered. How come â how come youâve never asked me to hook up? Weâve been studyinâ together for months. And Ricky! Pricky. Nah, man, nah, Iâm.. baffled.âÂ
celestevdbâ:
          now that he mentioned it, it definitely looks so cheap to the redhead. thereâs nothing that can beat the feeling of being invited into a gala, so this pageant things feels a bit tacky and weird for the two. but maybe this was such a bad idea; a bad idea that can be turned into something that actually has taste. âi havenât really said anything to the heads about us joining⌠so you can still change your mind if you want. iâm not really entirely into it; so the ball is yours, man.â she says, chuckling at how excited he suddenly sounded. âoriginal rap would set the whole school in flames. so⌠are you in?â
"Ohââ yaâ havenât?â head tilts to the side, brows furrow. ââKay, thatâs a game-changer, man. Let meâââ eyes narrow, hands rest on his cheeks. âLemme think âbout it. Iâll get back to yaâ, yeah?â he hums. Okay, so now he has to give it a second thought, this is the time. Now, do they really wanna be doing this, do they feel like it? Is it necessary? Um, look, Gage is definitely not a guy who wants to be associated with some university pageant thing. But, on the other hand, the idea of an original rap track and laughing around is quite the good one. Eyes shut tightly, a grimace on his face to represent some sort of overdramatic thinking. âUmmm....â he suddenly opens his eyes, dropping the whole act, returning to his slightly less obnoxious self. âAh, fuck it, bruv, weâre doing it. But, it better be fuckinâ nuts, man, or.. or we just ainât good anymore, you and I.âÂ
opinion on august and gage?
âMusic duo of the century right? Nothingâs really happened yet but I am shivering in anticiâŚPATION. Is August going to be Gageâs first male kiss? Maybe. Is Gage probably going to throw August out aftwards? I certainly hope so. Whatever happens I just hope itâs messy.â
@andrxmierda, @gagestrom

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who should have a threesome?
âoh-la-la. iâd like to nominate cas, gage and august, por favor.âÂ
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celestevdbâ:
             the girl had her eyes suddenly focused on the male, a brow raised as he cuts his words off. âyou think itâs kinda what, gage?â celeste said, obviously wanting to hear the maleâs opinion towards this whole pageant thing. âhmm, they mentioned that itâs gonna happen two months from now. all we gotta do is do what weâre best at.â a smirk forming on her red lips. âthereâs talent portion, which i donât think wonât be too much of a problem if thatâs what youâre worried about?â
"Uhh,â he grimaces, unsure of what it is exactly that he wants to say. âYou know..â he begins, head tilting back, a groan escaping. âDunno, Cel, sounds kinda cheap. Mean, weâve been to a fuckinâ gala, bruv. Yâknow, âts just bit tacky.. But sure, fine, fuck it, weâre in it now, and thatâs sick.â he nods at her words, brows furrowed. The beer can is brought back to his lips. He takes a big gulp, then, as if on cue, slaps his own thigh. A signal. An idea, âcause, he seems to be getting pretty, I dunno, excited? âDude, yaâ know what we should do? Rap. Yo, itâd be pretty fucking fire, man.âÂ