hawaiian tropic

frankie d'angelo. 25. the baby doll. dom sherwood.

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hcrondalexblade:

“I saw yeah, but why should we all just go around and cry.? It’s just another dead person, if we are lucky he will be back again in no time and it will be like he had never been dead.” lust said and rolled his eyes while taking a sip from his drink, sure people where sad but he was sure about that soon one of the demons would take over the body and he would be back again. “Let’s just hope for you he will be back like the others, sounds like he was a friend of yours.”

frankie could feel his mouth falling open at the man’s words. “just another dead?” he blinked, turning his head to fully look at the other. “god knows what happened to him--- how badly it must’ve hurt him. how can you just shrug it off as ‘just another one’?” despite his flabbergast expression, frank did his best to keep his voice tone low; he wasn’t looking for a fight, and he certainly didn’t want to cause a scene. still, he couldn’t believe people could simply shrug something that horrible off. “he is... was, i don’t even know.” frankie stopped for a moment, biting his bottom lip. “do you believe what they say? about... demons and stuff?”

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pxrkerxrory:

looking at the television she took a sip from her coffee and sighed lightly. “Yes I did.” rory said and then looked over to the other for a moment before looking back at the TV again, it was always sad when someone died. “maybe he will, but only time will tell us, we will have to just wait and see.”

“that’s so terrifying.” frankie muttered, his own drink forgotten between shaky fingertips. “i... don’t even know if i want him to. i mean, have you seen the way people act when they come back? it’s fucking insane.” the blond shook his head lightly. “did you know him?”

[babvdolls-blog]

hey guys ! so, i’m kinda struggling w muse for this pretty boy rn ? which is real sad, because i love him. bc of that, i lowkey decided to drop my old threads ? it’s nothin’ personal i swear i’m just alkasjdlkj about frankie rn. but ! i just posted a starter, and if we had a thread before that got dropped & you don’t feel the starter i post, pls feel free to like this or im me and we can do a closed thread ! anyways luv u guys xoxo

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frankie was shell-shocked. he was sitting at the small cafe, wide mismatched eyes staring at the television as the local reporter gave out the details about the death of his friend. one of his best friends, in fact. “jesus christ. did you see that?” the blond muttered, pale as a sheet of paper as he turned to the person near him. “do you--- do you think he’ll come back? y’know, like the others did?”

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blckvvidcw:

                THE WEATHER WAS NICE, people were busy with their classes, so minsuh had no reason to stay inside the studio, when he could dance outside, under the sweet light of the sun. so after he placed the phone down and turned on the music, minsuh started to slowly move to the song, eyes closed as he let the music sink and allowed his body to move freely. he clearly didn’t hear the steps approaching him, or else he would have stopped already.

frankie raised an eyebrow, trying not to be too judgmental as he noticed the stranger dancing in the the street. at first, he thought the other was drunk; it was a rather odd time of the day for someone to be drinking already, but he knew it was more frequent than it should. the moves seemed too calculated for a drunken dance, however, so he simply smiled, taking in the street performance as he dug though his wallet, trying to find any loose change he could give to the dancer. “that was really nice.” 

[spaacemusings]

                            being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared

                                being brave means you are scared,                                        really scared, badly scared

                                  and you do the right thing anyway

[babvdolls-blog]

hey guys ! i’m sorry i wasn’t on a lot today :( i had a rough day and just urgh ! i’ll b around all day tomorrow tho so if u want a closed starter or to plot, feel free to hmu ! 

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svriruiz:

she listened to the boys small little requests for the bouquet, which still meant that anything was possible for suri. “okay! i can definitely do a few carnations littered throughout and i can skip out on the daisies.” she offered him a soft grin as she began to move about the store, grabbing a few flowers here or there, stopping to smell a few. 

“thank you.” he smiled softly, leaning against the counter as his eyes wandered around the shop, unsure of what to do with himself. he assumed it wouldn’t take too long for the bouquet to be ready, and couldn’t find a reason not to wait there as she worked her magic. frankie was incredibly nervous about the whole thing, and couldn’t help but wonder if his efforts were completely in vain. “it’s uh... it’s a really nice place you got here. you the owner?”

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strippedgold:

❛ OH, they happen, trust me. a little too much for my liking, but hey, what can you do ? it can get a little hectic. ❜ esme shrugged contentedly, momentarily pondering all the ups and downs she encountered in this job. only sometimes, did she wish to trade it in. interaction was likely VITAL to a personality like hers. though she preferred the POSITIVE exchanges, even the sour ones tied things together when you think about it. she made eye contact with him again, listening intently. ❛ well, your grandmother sounds like one of the BEST kind of people. ❜ the girl BEAMED, warmth in her eyes and a slight hope that that didn’t sound too strange to say. ❛ thanks, i try. my manager sure wouldn’t like it, but i figure why throw something perfectly good away ? especially when it was my own mistake, and when people like you come in to prove that point. what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him ! ❜

“yeah, i’d be surprised if it didn’t.” frankie replied with a small nod. god knows he’d be messing up orders left and right if he had to work as a barista. “she’s amazing, honestly.” he said, the soft smile twisting his lips the way it usually did when his grandmother was involved. frankie gave a small nod. “i mean, it’s not like you were giving the man left overs, you know? the drink was all clean, it didn’t deserve to go into the trash.” the blond man took a sip of his coffee before turning back to her. “well, if he ends up finding out, you can just say i forced you to do it--- the costumers are supposed to be always right, huh? he can’t really argue with that.”

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fctales:

       if apollo loved anything, it was the kindness of strangers and starlight valley never failed to give them that. they turned their head to meet the gaze of the blonde, cheek resting on the knuckles of their hands. “ —- i mean, is it okay to LIE on a resume though?? i’m not much for lying you see, i try to do it in increments because i believe in karma and i also feel i have a higher chance of meeting extraterrestrial beings if i lack ‘human sin’ if that makes sense? i want to be ACCEPTED and i feel as if i’m risking that if i lie on a resume. like, i don’t really LOOOOVE handling customers. i mean, they’re so rude? it’s like they just finished watching a show and their favorite ship didn’t work out or something and they’re putting all of their sadness onto me. AND i mean, customers TOTALLY love the fantastic service i give them. except for that one time where i spilled hot coffee over someone’s brand new white dress. – and that one time where i may have just, forgotten, you know, to give the chef a table’s orders and they waited for an hour before asking me what was up. – or maybe that one ti-” they cut themselves off. “you get the point.” when told that the stranger was going to google resume examples for them, even though he might have been busy with his own problems, they were ECSTATIC. they scooted over to the blonde, grabbing the notebook and a pencil. “ —- ready to LEARN, ‘teach. i’m more ready than spongebob at driving school.”

“you’re not lying, per say. you’re just.. embellishing it and making yourself sound more appealing; everyone does it, and if karma was coming back for everyone who lied on their resume the world would be fucked.” frankie snickered. “just don’t do like joey tribbiani and add a language you absolutely can’t speak to it or something, and you’ll be fine.” it was cute that the other was worried about lying, in frankie’s opinion, but despite his good-doing personality, he knew a little white lie could get you a lot further than the absolute truth ever would. “okay... here.” he twisted his laptop around, showing them the best format he could find. “personally, i’ve never done a resume before, but if i were to do so, i’d try to keep it like this one. it’s clean, organized, and you can keep the words to a minimum-- just list off the good things you’d bring to your work environment, and you’ll get a job in no time. are you sticking just to waiting tables?”

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i’ve got some stuff to get to tonight so i won’t be around for long enough to do more replies :( but i’ll get to them when i come back ! also if we haven’t plotted yet, feel free to hmu !

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brucehq:

“just some very interesting man i met while working at the bar the other day. told me about all the different places he’d been,” bruce explained, shrugging his shoulders slightly. the tone of frankie’s voice caught his interest, turning to face the other male fully. “there’s no need to be jealous, dear. i’m just trying to learn about humans — i mean, other people,” he told his fiance, a slight chuckle leaving his lips at the thought of it. at the mention of the two males, his demeanor instantly changed to one of irritation. “you don’t have to act like i don’t ever give you attention because i do. and out of all people you really have to choose the ones i dislike the most around here. especially spencer because hanging out is not just hanging out with him.”

“oh.” bruce’s answer was so absurd to him that frankie couldn’t come up with a better answer. “i’m not jealous.” yes he was. “i’m just surprised you’re going on dates with your clients now.” his tone was too bitter for that to be true, and one of his brows raised once he noticed the change in bruce’s demeanor. “please, bruce. if you were all that worried about spencer pounding me into his mattress you wouldn’t be going on secret dates with mystery man.” he huffed, pushing his hair away from his face. “and no, you don’t give me attention. sitting there and barely looking at me for a few hours a day is not giving me attention."

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tommydangelo:

A long, drawn out sigh is his only response to his brother claiming to be his keeper. He doesn’t bother to argue that anything he does is on him, on Tommy. His actions, his choices…his consequences. And apparently tonight’s consequence was an overprotective, paranoid Frankie. “Stop. Stop right there, just no,” he groans in disgust, not even remotely wanting his big brother to say the word sex, let alone be asking about if he’s having it or not. They are close, sure, but Tommy doesn’t wanna be that close. “I was at a fucking party. Not some drunken, drug fueled orgy. I don’t know if they go to church, but I do know I’m not fucking any of them.” 

His disgust and anger softens, realizing just how much, and why, Frankie was so worried. Now he felt like an asshole. “Frankie, I’m not gonna wind up dead in a ditch somewhere. You don’t have to worry so much. Those people, rest their souls, were alone. Being surrounded by a bunch of people is safe as can be,” he tries explaining, believing his own logic, as young and naive as it may be.

“Not too bad, nothing I can’t handle,” he mumbles, standing up as well, licking over the cut once more and winces. “Thanks. Didn’t eat anything since lunch, and I love your food.” He might be kissing up to Frankie, just a bit, but he does enjoy his brother’s cooking. Tommy sits down at the table.

“ok, good. and, y’know, if you do end up in a drug fueled orgy, use condoms.” frankie stopped for a moment, reconsidering his advice. “or, better yet, call me and i’ll pick you up and take you home. yeah, definitely that.” considering his job as tommy’s parental figure done, frank breathed out in relieve, extremely uncomfortable with the conversation but seeing it as his duty as an older brother. 

“you don’t actually believe that, right tommy? have you seen the movie push? is a really shitty ‘09 movie, don’t bother. but there’s a scene where this woman is kidnapped in the middle of a busy street, and nobody moves a finger to help her. the people at the street, they weren’t extras. they were real people, watching this woman apparently get thrown into a van, and nobody did shit to help her. please don’t be reckless just because you have people around you, because it doesn’t mean you’re safe.” 

the older man bit his lip, giving him a small nod. “i’m going to grab the first aid kit to clean that up, hold on.” on his way out of the kitchen, frankie pulls the container with the leftovers out of the fridge, quickly popping it into the oven before walking out. he’s back just a moment later, small red pouch in hands. setting it in the table next to his brother, frankie pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he rummages the pouch for the antiseptic. “are you hurt anywhere else?”

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svriruiz:

suri could almost could tell he was a little nervous, but she chose not to pry and just give him her best smile. “hm, i get it, you want something fun and different, nothing boring but you still want it to be nice.” she looked around the store, feeling like none of the bouquet of the same kind of flowers could really help him in his case. “well, how about you let me pick seven nice flowers and make you a custom bouquet! i can promise it’ll be romantic and it’s sure to get whoever the lucky person is to smile!” 

“yeah, exactly.” frankie smiled, relief washing over him to realize that she was makign his choice a lot easier than he thought it would be. “that sounds great! could you maybe add some carnations to it, if possible? i know he likes them. and uh, no daisies, please. i’m allergic to those and i’m going to be carrying the bouquet around until dinner time.”