I'm gonna put you through a fuckin' wall!

"You don't know a goddamn thing about me." ( Semi-selective RP blog for Frank Murphy from the Netflix series 'F is for Family'. Read Rules and About for more information! )

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shireofkevin:

Kevin is a little surprised by his father’s sudden change in attitude, and he certainly didn’t expect to be grabbed. Still, he listens to what he has to say. Did dad really think that? He placed his hands on top of his, looking him in the eyes.  “Right….” he answers quietly. “I love you daddy. I wish you told me this earlier…. But, I still appreciate it. It doesn’t matter now, though. I’m never gonna go back to school….” he wouldn’t be doing anymore of anything… “I wanted to be a rock star.” Never mind. He didn’t wanna think about that…. 

“Well I…. I just wanted to see you….” How could he not know he’d be Kevin’s first choice! “I missed you so much. I missed everyone, but I really missed you. I just…” he felt his throat tighten up. “I just thought for sure you’d come and save me. But like, I guess it was impossible for you to find me,” he sighed, thinking about the months he’d spent alone. Living every day in fear. Trying so hard to fight, to hold onto hope. In the end it was all for nothing. He stopped for a moment, staring off into space before he answered the rest of the question. “I don’t know, I guess I thought it would scare Bill…. Maureen and Bill never really liked me that much anyways. You know, they made fun of me all the time. They thought I was an idiot. And mom…. I don’t know. I love mom so much. But seeing me might just make her go crazy. I just wanted to see you. I feel like we’re finally connecting! Our souls are linked, like when I was little. I just wish it wasn’t after I was dead.” he blinked a couple of times.  “Oh God, I don’t wanna be dead….” he mumbles quietly, though his tone is panicked. “I-I’m so scared! I don’t wanna go to the afterlife all alone. I don’t wanna be alone….! I can’t, I can’t, I just can’t….” He began hyperventilating, trying desperately to catch his breath. Tears stream down his pale, bruised face. “You have to do something…. You can do something! You can bring me back, there has to be some way! I wasn’t supposed to die yet, I know it! I can’t! I’m too young! I wasn’t supposed to get murdered! I couldn’t! It isn’t fair! It’s not fair, daddy!” he began to bawl. “I’m just a kid! I never even got to have a life! I don’t wanna be all alone!”

“I fucking hate those guys so much! Why did they do this to me!?”

Frank stares at his son with a solemn look for a moment, “Yeah... I wish I woulda said it sooner.” He responds quietly, frowning slightly. He didn’t want to believe it but what other explanation was there? Kevin could be over dramatic for sure but he could tell when his son was sincerely upset and this was one of those times. “I love you too, Kev.” He adds, eyes cast downwards.  

He brings his gaze back to Kevin when he begins to go on about all the opportunities that were now closed off to him due to his death which only makes Frank feel worse. The poor kid... he had dreams that he wouldn’t even have a chance to fail at achieving thanks to his death. His brows lower in concern and he feels a lump forming in his throat.

He doesn’t exactly know what to say or even how to say it in order to console the boy. He was never good with words. Instead, Frank pulls Kevin into a tight hug, lower lip quivering slightly. “J-Jesus Christ, Kevin. Stop bein’ so dramatic. You ain’t goin’ anywhere alone -- not ever again.” He tells him, his voice cracking while he attempts to fight the urge to cry. Despite his attempts, tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he squeezes his eyes shut the moment his vision becomes blurry thanks to the tears forming in his eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Buddy -- I’m gonna fix this,. I dunno how but I AM. I ain’t no satanist and I sure as hell ain’t God but f’there’s a way to bring you back... god, this sounds crazy. I feel like I’m losin’ my goddamn mind.” He mutters, scowling for a moment.

All of a sudden, there’s a knock on the window and Frank turns to look at what appears to be an officer who was patrolling the lot. He pulls away from Kevin and rolls down the window, quickly wiping his eyes. “’Y-Yeah, officer?  What’s, uh -- what’s the problem?”

“You parked in a handicap spot, sir. Here’s your ticket.” He hands over a pink slip which appears to have a fine on it as well. Frank takes it and stares at it for a moment. “Have a nice day.” The officer waves Frank off but before he can leave, Frank stops him.

“Hey! Uh, can you -- can you tell me if you see someone else in the car?” It was an odd question that probably wasn’t the best to ask an officer but he needed to know for sure that this was the ghost of Kevin. That Kevin was dead just so he could have solid proof of it. The officer blinks, peering past Kevin and then looking to the back seat before laughing and cracking a joke. “Not unless you’re hiding someone in the trunk!” He chuckles. “You have a nice day now.” He finally walks away as Frank looks back to Kevin.

“...You know any satanists who bring shit back to life or what?” It went against everything his believed in but he was desperate enough to try. He'd honestly trade places with Kevin in a heart beat if it meant bringing him back to life.

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Felt like drawing the whole family

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shireofkevin:

Kevin is thrown against the door of the car as it swerves, but it doesn’t hurt him. The only time he feels pain anymore is in his memories. Or, maybe he’s just remembering what it felt like. At the near miss, the thought crosses his mind that dad could have died just then. It might have been nice. Then he wouldn’t be all alone in death. Wait, what? No! He didn’t want to have just thought that! He wanted him to live, he wanted all of them to! How could he have thought of something so horrible and selfish, even for a second. He shakes it loose, turning his attention back to dad. 

“Did you see it too? The thing I just remembered….?” How was that possible? “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to show you that, I can’t control when it happens. I guess I can’t control who see’s it either.”

“I’m fine now. It was just…. Like it was happening again. But I’m fine now, I promise,” he lied. “I met them at the concert.” Dad didn’t ask, but he figured he was probably confused. “They were in a band. They said they knew Shire of Frodo, and they’d give me their number if I went back to their house with them. But that was a lie….God, how could I be so fucking stupid!? Everyone was right about me! I am dumb! You’d have to be really stupid to fall for something like that!” He bit his lip, pausing for a moment. “In school, in english class. Y-you know how they make you read a part of the book out loud, like everyone takes turns? Well, when it was my turn I could never do it good. I’m not a fast reader. I didn’t always know all the words, and they’re hard to sound out. Everyone would laugh at me. Even my teacher was trying not to laugh. She told me after class one time I should be evaluated for retardation…” That word itself caused such a painful sting. “There’s something wrong with me! My brain is like, slow…. I don’t know…. I should have listened to everyone! I am stupid! I’m a fucking idiot, and look where it got me!” His lip quivered as he spoke. He really didn’t want to do nothing but cry, but he just couldn’t seem to not. But maybe he deserved a little self pity, he was dead after all. Even if it was his own fault. 

Eyebrows furrow in concern as Kevin goes on to explain what it was he had just witnessed. It made no sense. Kevin couldn’t actually have died, could he have?  Frank might have been somewhat of a religious man but he didn’t believe much in ghosts -- that was all folklore. Made up stories or entertainment purposes but... now he was actually questioning himself. Himself and his beliefs.

If that was the case and Kevin was actually dead, he certainly didn’t want to have to witness how exactly he died or how brutal it must have been. The thought alone made him sick. Sick and angry that now he had no idea where to find the jerk offs who did this to his son. 

As Kevin went on, his concern only grows and he swears he feels a pang in his chest. A pang of hurt and sympathy for Kevin. He felt powerless and worst of all, he didn’t know how to handle the situation. Breathing in, he lets out a sigh as if to prepare himself as he sits up. He had to be strong.

“Kevin -- Kevin, no. That’s somethin’ that coulda happened to anyone and you know that. You’re only fourteen. That kinda shit...well, its cruel and it’s... honestly it’s my worst nightmare.” He says timidly, peering off to the side and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just... just the way the world is, I guess...” He says, sounding much less confident than before. His gaze casts downward until Kevin begins to go on about school. That would explain why the boy so often avoided school, wouldn’t it have? Being under the constant judgement of his peers. Frank could somewhat relate.

Suddenly, a determined look crosses his features and he reaches over so he can cup the boys cheeks in his hands so as to get his son to look at him at an attempt to calm him down. “No, you listen to ME. Those assholes don’t know what they’re talkin’ about! An’ don’t you think for one second that they’re right. You don’t need that bullshit, Kevin. So what you’re not good at some lousy subject? That’s what practice is for -- s’like... like playin’ your guitar! Yeah. Ya don’t automatically know how to play. You gotta learn. The only thing wrong with your head’s that you gotta thick-ass skull and you don’t like to listen, but... I guess that’s what makes you Kevin, right?” He musters a small reassuring smile, hoping that his words have some effect. He wasn’t particularly good with words as many others would claim.

Frank pulls his hands away after a moment. “So, uh... if you’re actually dead...” He forces himself to say. He still refused to believe it but his mind was slowly considering that it was a possibility despite how obscure it sounded. “Why’d ya... why’d ya come to visit me? Why not your mom? Or your brother or sister, huh? S’there... somethin’ I gotta do? Some kinda movie cliche bullshit?”

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shireofkevin:

Kevin let’s himself melt into the hug. His tears should be staining Frank’s shirt, but mysteriously, they don’t. Maybe when they got to the hospital he would understand. Nobody there would be able to see him, they’d probably just think dad was crazy. Either way, it didn’t matter what he said, he’d never convince him he was dead. In some way, it was nice to know dad didn’t give up on him so easy. But then again, why couldn’t he have used this determination to find him when he was alive?  

“Huh?” he lifted his head up. “No, you were right. Going there was what got me into all this trouble. I should’ve just listened to you, but I thought I’d be fine.” He frowned. Not wanting to break the contact entirely, he kept himself clung to his dad’s arm. “God…” he sniffled. “I didn’t think I’d be crying so much,” he forces a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m such a pussy….” 

As soon as the word leaves his lips, it forces another flashback. 

Just like his other flashes of memory, it plays out oddly, like he’s watching a movie of his own life. That woman he met at the concert. She was in a chick band. He’s in that run-down farmhouse he’d spent the last two months of his life. That house he remembers vividly, every crack and spot of peeled paint. The gummed up old orange  and brown shag carpeting. The woman was as disgusting as the rug. Thin and weathered, with that stringy brown hair. He remembers having to look directly into her disgusting mouth full of rotten teeth as she screams at him. An inch from his own face, she has him backed against the wall. “You’re always such a little pussy about everything!” she says. Her boney fist is slammed into the side of his head. For the first time, he fights back. He flails and scratches at her, any spot he can reach. Suddenly he’s pulled away. It’s the man he remembers being introduced to as the girls’ roadie. He’s gotta be over 6 feet. He’s not in shape, but he’s huge. Thick. A wild mountain-man beard and matching greasy long hair, always pulled back in a ponytail. 

He uses one of his massive hands to restrain both Kevin’s arms, while the other grabs a fistful of hair. Kevin keeps struggling. The only words from him he hears are “….You don’t put your hands on her….” He’s dragged kicking and screaming down the hall to the bathroom where he’s thrown to the floor like a rag doll. The next thing he see’s is his head being forced into the toilet bowl. It feels like it’s held there for a minute, but it was probably only a few seconds. He feels that exact same drowning sensation. When his head is pulled back up in the memory, he coughs as if he is coughing up water just like he had then. Having to catch his breath as if he is really back on that bathroom floor. 

He blinks as the memory leaves him, backing himself back against the passenger side door, hugging his knees to his chest. What he didn’t realize however, was that if he were touching someone as the flashback happened, they would experience it just as he was. “Oh god….” He presses a hand to his head. “I just remembered something….”

"C’mon, Kev... don’t beat yourself up so much. Everything’s okay now.” He speaks in a softer voice that he rarely used when speaking to Kevin; it was more so Maureen who brought out the protective parent in him. He was protective of all of his children but to different lengths and Kevin and Bill certainly didn’t bring it out that often. They were boys. They were supposed to be tough, afterall.

“Daddy’s here now. I ain’t gonna let nothin’ bad happen to you, okay?” He keeps on. It’s almost as if he’s trying to convince himself in a way as well. Despite the relief that flooded his conscious when Kevin showed up, there was still a knot in his stomach. Like something was wrong and the way Kevin was talking, as if he were already DEAD, wasn’t helping this sinking feeling.

As the car continues on down the road, he keeps his eyes ahead when suddenly, he’s not looking at the road. Instead, he’s witnessing a terrible scene involving his son. He just stares wide eyed at first, unsure as to what he’s experiencing. Was it in his head? NO. Frank couldn’t have imagined something so wretchedly horrible happening to his son, despite the worst case scenario running through his mind as a parent with intuition. Shit. What the fuck was this?

“Y-You... you fuckers!” He shouts, just about to hurl another insult at the creeps in the memory when a loud horn interrupts him and the memory comes to an end. Frank screams when his full attention is on the road again and the car is heading head on towards a semi-truck. He quickly swerves to the side to avoid it and pulls a U-turn to get back in the correct lane. 

“W-What the fuck was that? Kevin!?” He asks, shaken up about what it was he had just seen. Even his hands were trembling. Only a few minutes pass before they arrive at the hospital and Frank is more than glad that they’re off of the road. That could have ended badly for the both of them. He parks the car with an abrupt slam to the brakes, hands clenching the steering wheel as he catches his breath. “Jesus Christ! Nearly gave me a panic attack -- Kevin?” He looks over at the boy. “You alright?”

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shireofkevin:

Kevin let out a heavy sigh. Dad thought he was upset, just wait…. It really made him sick thinking about having to tell him the truth. He was so relieved, and he was gonna ruin it all. Make up from his band. God, he wishes he could just say that’s what it was. 

Feeling the hand across his forehead actually made him choke up. It was the first time in two months he’d felt a touch that wasn’t to inflict pain. It was loving, concerned. He always knew dad loved him, he only wished he’d shown it more when he was alive. But it seemed like dad was always busy with work, or mom, or the other kids. Not like when he was little. He squeezes his eyes shut, a tear rolling down his cheek, but he wipes it away as fast as it comes. “Come on, dad… Y-you really think Lex and Bolo would do this to me?” he asks, looking up at him with wide eyes. “They’re my friends. Hey, did they make it back okay? Oh, never mind. I’ll find out later.” This wasn’t fair! He didn’t wanna be dead! He wanted this to be exactly what his dad thought it was. Why couldn’t he have survived? 

“You should kill them…!” he spits out. “That’s what they did to me. They murdered me! I know you probably don’t buy it, but it’s true. Look,” he takes his dad’s hand and holds his fingers to his wrist. “See? No heartbeat….” he waits a moment for a response. “Are you mad at me….? I should have listened to you and stayed home….”

Frank frowns the moment Kevin breaks down into tears and he’s compelled to pull the boy in for a hug -- it was kind of half assed due to the fact that they were in the car so it was almost impossible for it to be proper. Still, Frank hugs him close and tight. He suddenly recalls his sons near-death experience when he was a child; he could have permanently lost him then... and it had almost happened again.

“Damn it, Kevin... y’know I wouldn’t be so hard on ya all the time if you just listened to me.” He lets up on the hug when the teen mentions murder. “Kevin, c-c’mon, that’s a stretch. You’re bein’ dramatic.” He says with a forced chuckle. When he feels Kevins wrist, he sits there for a moment in silence, waiting for his pulse with a frown. None. But... that couldn’t be right. Maybe -- maybe it was just stalling due to his injuries.

“Kevin -- no. I ain’t mad at ya. You’ve gotta pulse. You HAVE to have one. I should get you to a hospital. They can fix ya up there! Yeah.”

“Kevin, it’s not your fault. It’s -- i-it’s mine. I shouldn’t’ve ran you off like that. I... I shoulda let ya go. You just wanted to have a good time, right? I coulda taken you...” But he didn’t. He was going to fight back the urge to tear up again just for Kevin’s sake. If he wasn’t strong in a situation like this, it’d probably freak Kevin out more (or atleast he assumes it will).

Frank starts the car up again and peers into the rear view mirror so as to make sure no cars were coming so he could pull back onto the road. He does so and changes direction so as to head to hospital. Kevin wasn’t dead. That made no sense! If he was dead, he wouldn’t be here right now... right?

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shireofkevin:

“Pfft, who else would it be?” He asked in a moment of odd cockiness. So, dad really did care…. Maybe he should have listened to Kevin a little more when he was alive, and they wouldn’t be here. Smirking, he brushed his bangs out of his eyes, unintentionally exposing the gaping head wound nobody living would be able to simply walk around with.

He looks out at the road, all the cars driving by on that dull grey autumn morning. He ignored his dad’s brief angry outburst towards him. He didn’t really feel like arguing and he didn’t come back just to guilt trip his dad. He easily could. He could tell him about the distinct memory, wishing every day and every night that his dad would somehow show up. Find him and rescue him, though from what exactly was still a bit of a blur. As a semi truck passed by in the opposite lane, a flash of memory suddenly hit him. “I remember, I was standing on the shoulder of the highway. With Lex and Bolo… We were hitchhiking. To that music festival out in the country. Remember? You said I couldn’t go cause it’d be nothing but a bunch of drugged up hippies.” Was his dad right though? That part, wasn’t quite so clear. 

It’s at this moment it hits him. Dad doesn’t know he’s dead! He thought for sure by now they would have found his body, but guess not…. But how could Kevin have got into the car without him noticing? Didn’t he think of that? He was probably too sad…. How could he tell him? Should he? Should he let him keep believing he’s alive? Or was it better to tell him the truth? He honestly had no idea.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the outburst. That was the dad he knew. It was just like how things used to be. “Remember when I was in grade 2, and you yelled at my teacher in front of everyone? I can’t remember why though….” He snorted as he laughed.  Fuck, he couldn’t lie to the guy…. “Dad, I have to tell you something….” He took a breath, maybe he shouldn’t. “Okay, well… Umm… Are, uhh, are you wondering how I got all beat up and shit?”

"I dunno,” He turns back to Kevin. “Guess it’s just a little weird seein’ you pop up in the passengers seat like some kinda creep. Were you hidin’ in the back or somethin? You coulda just came inside, y’know. Your mother’s just as upset as I was.” 

Now that he’s over the initial shock of the sight of his sons return, his eyes are able to focus more on the wounds the teen had. Whoever’d done this to him was a dead man. Frank was just glad the boy was only hurt rather than dead himself... though, he mentally questions Kevins state once he catches a glimpse of that grotesque wound smack dab on his forehead. The sight alone makes his eyes grow wide and he seems to ignore the majority of what Kevin had told him about the festival he had refused to let him go to. Kevin didn’t seem phased in the least and these looked like pretty bad injuries for a kid like him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember. The teacher called you dumb -- by the way, Kev, what the fuck did you get yourself into? What is... what is that? It’s gotta be some’a that make-up you put on for your little band or whatever, right?” He reaches a hand over to push up Kevin’s bangs so as to inspect the wound further.

“Jesus, you’re cold...What? Course I’m wonderin! Better not’ve been one’a those potheads you hang around. I swear to god, I’m killin’ the son of a bitch who did this to you!”

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@shireofkevin | continued

Frank had unintentionally favored Maureen over his boys but only because she was a girl and girls were fragile, or so that’s how he viewed it. Despite his favoritism, he still loved all of his kids dearly, contrary to how he acted sometimes, particularly towards Kevin. He was hard on the boy for good reason, though. Even if NOW he felt especially guilty for being so hard on him. It had to be the reason Kevin ran away; who else could have driven him away?

They had reported Kevin missing after a day or two of his disappearance. At first they had assumed he was at his friends place or just out doing his own thing. Frank wasn’t happy about this, of course, but what could he really do? A search party had been initiated and they looked. And looked...and looked. But Kevin was nowhere to be found. Frank, being as stubborn as ever, refused to assume the worst and while the entire family were having a hard time dealing with it, Frank must have had it the hardest. He blamed himself and despite Sue’s assurance that it wasn’t his fault, he knew all too well that she was wrong. The two had gotten into a number of arguments as well to which Maureen and Bill were subjected to but it couldn’t be helped. Missing a child was a parents worst nightmare.

Over the span of a couple of months, despite missing his son, he had to move on with his life. He readies for work, pushing those depressing thoughts to the back of his mind so he could go about his day without looking like utter shit.  Keeping busy was the best way to keep the him from thinking about it.

After finishing breakfast that morning, Frank heads out the front door and slides into his car, putting his seat belt on before starting it up and heading to work. He doesn’t bother turning on the radio since he was never much in the mood for listening to music anymore or the NEWS. It was far too depressing. instead, he focuses on getting to work, his salary, and what he’s going to do after work.

Frank comes to a stop at a red light and takes a moment to remove a cigarette. Once lit, he holds it up to his lips and takes a long drag, hoping to calm his nerves but the abrupt sound of a familiar voice nearly has him swallow the cigarette whole. He bites down on it instead and his attention snaps over to Kevin who now sits next to him.

“What the fuck!? K-KEVIN?” He stammers for a moment, removing his glasses and rubbing at his eyes with his index and thumb before bringing his vision back to Kevin. Sure enough, it was his son. Since Kevin’s disappearance, Frank still had a small shimmer of faith that the boy would return home; he had no idea that he had died, afterall. Kevin’s appearance was shocking enough but the wounds he bared were even more shocking.

“Kevin! Holy shit -- where WERE you?! You scared us to death, you little shit!” Surprise quickly melts into anger. “How could you DO THAT to us!? We thought somethin’ terrible happened to ya!” He shouts at his son and in another moment, his anger melts into relief and he may or may not have been on the brink of tears. Fuck.

He blinks back tears and then he turns his head the other way and wipes his eyes.

“Fuck...” His voice cracks. “Look what you’re doin’ to me, son. God fuckin’ damn it...I’m just glad you’re--” A car horn honks from behind him. The light must have turned green without him noticing. It stills irks him however and he sticks his head out the window and flips them off. 

“FUCK YOU, I’M TRYIN’ TO REUNITE WITH MY SON, YOU SHIT BAG!” With a jerk of the steering wheel, he pulls over to the side of the road.

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why do you beat up on bill so much? he does good in school, he never did anything wrong except for acting out because he was being bullied.

“I don’t beat up on ‘im! I’m just tryin’ to toughen ‘im up a bit is all. The kid ain’t got much of a backbone. Bein’ a little hard on ‘im ain’t gonna kill ‘im. It builds character. See -- the boy recently got a job as a paper boy and that takes alotta responsibility for someone his age! Why d’ya think he’s got that, huh? ‘Cause I’ve been tough on ‘im for his own good! I dunno where I went wrong with Kevin.”

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What's your problem with Vic? He's so nice!

“He’s a show off AND a druggy! I don’t care what anyone says, you can’t quit that easy and I’m callin’ it now, he ain’t done doin’ ‘em. He’s got everything under the sun for one reason and one reason only: he's a drug addict.” Frank tears right into him without a moment of hesitation, though only a few seconds later, his expression softens. He gives a sigh and his tone is no longer aggressive as he speaks.

“Look, it’s not that I hate ‘im. Vic’s a nice guy n’ all but he’s no role model. He’s got all these fancy things and he travels -- and he’s basically livin’ the dream! But how’d he get that far? DRUGS. He’s the prime example of someone who doesn’t wanna work their way to the top and who’s that gonna leave an impression on? Today’s youth and more importantly, MY kids, specifically Kevin! If Vic actually manages to quit, good for him! I just hope he’s ready for the real world to strip ‘im of everything he’s ever falsely earned.”

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If it weren't for your bald spot, you'd look like a girl too. Kevin would make a prettier one than you. That's not saying a lot though...

He goes to say something but stops short. How does one even respond to this?

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Kevin was born feet first, eh? Got anymore embarassing stories about him?

“Fuck off n’ mind your own damn business, ya creep.”

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Let Kevin grow his hair as long as he wants!

“An’ let ‘im run around lookin’ like Cousin It?”

“Not a chance! I’ve seen those hippy idiots and they’re all fuckin’ animals. It’s bad enough he won’t cut that rag on his head NOW. Besides, long hair’d make ‘im look like a girl.”

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crazyunclefester:

“Froinlaven, I call that perfection! I love that name… Frank is quite smashing… FRANK, FRAAANK” He is right, Fester is quite strange. Being part of the oddest family in town, it’s not unusual for him to behave like that.

“Hoit! My name is Fester Addams, but you can call me uncle Fester if you like”

“Hah, I dunno about that. Frank’s a pretty average name -- truth be told, it’s short for Francis but no one calls me that.” He replies, giving a slight smile at the other mans compliment. His reaction was admittedly odd but who was he to turn down praise?

“Fester, huh? Seems fittin. You wander away from your retirement home or somethin?”

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shireofkevin:

“Ha! Shows how much you know! He quit drugs! That’s why he had to sleep in my bed for like, a day. Anyways, Vic’s just my friend. He’s not ever gonna be my dad, unless, like, you die or something….” he shrugged. He never understood what dad had against Vic anyways, he was such a nice guy.

“Duh! Me and Bolo printed every size. They’re gonna be in high demand. Here.” He reached into his back pocket and fished out a flyer for the gig they’d had printed up. It was cheap looking, and declared Merlin’s Monocle would play at Huey Long Community Centre at 6:00 that night. The main thing to notice was the large black-and-white photo of the three boys, sporting eyeliner and black robes trying to look as cool as possible. They looked straight at the camera, holding a plastic skull Kevin had dug out of the Halloween bin, and were lit from underneath with a flashlight.

“And a day is all ya need to get hooked back on ‘em again! You can’t just quit cold turkey, Kevin. People who try n’ pull that always end up killin’ themselves, just look at celebrity actors. That’s why I tell ya to stay away from marijuana; shit’s addictive.” Not that he would know; he’d never tried the stuff and he didn’t plan on it either. It was considered a drug and therefore it was addictive and bad for you in any sense in his mind.

“I’m so sure. I better at least be gettin’ a family discount and by discount, I mean FREE.” Frank takes the flyer as it’s handed to him, peering down at it skeptically. The three boys looked utterly ridiculous but he couldn’t help but find it a little amusing. He was so serious about this pipe dream that he and his friends confidently showed their faces in public wearing those silly costumes.

“So, uh, what’s up with the get-up, anyway? Why’re you dressed like a magician? Isn’t your ‘stage persona’ supposed to be a wizard or whatever?”

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So Kevin needs glasses hMMmmmmmmMM?

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shireofkevin:

“Jesus, dad! People know us now! Our song’s on the radio!” Well, part of it anyways, “Everyone’s gonna go crazy for us!” he said, with total confidence. He couldn’t understand why it was so hard to get his dad to go to his show! Shouldn’t he be proud of him!? Even Bolo’s mom was gonna go, and she was so wasted half the time she didn’t know which one of them was Bolo.

“Well, like, Vic does tell me he wishes he had a son just like me,” he added, just wanting to rub it in for a second. “He says, ‘you know Kev, I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.’ But don’t worry, you’re the only dad I want. That’s why I want you to be there, and witness my rise to stardom!” he grinned, obviously pleased he’d got his way. “Want me to save you a T-shirt?”

“Tch, yeah. Rise to stardom.” Frank scoffs with a roll of his eyes, sore about the fact that Kevin had actually gotten him to agree. He could always go back on his word but then there was the fact that Vic was going, not to mention that he’d rather not rehash that whole ‘A real man tells the truth’ fiasco.

“Well I’m sure Vic wishes he had exotic drugs too but wishin’ don’t do crap and outta the both of ya, I’m sure he’d pick the drugs so don’t act so smug.” He points a finger at his son, brows furrowed in annoyance.

“...You got one in my size?”