time to emancipate

FREDERICK SOUZA. 29. GUITARIST OF "THE BARRYMORES". ❝ i guess it was the beatings made me wise but i'm not about to give thanks, or apologize. i couldn't breathe, holdin' me down hand on my face, pushed to the g r o u n d. enmity gauged, united by fear forced to endure what i could not forgive... // var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5272349"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[frcddies]

diegosuarezx204:

diego had been distracted, he always gave advice when it came to books, but then, a deep masculine voice caught his attention and he looked up at the man in front of him and— O.M.G— diego almost swallowed his own tongue because the man was a greek god. “i…” he started to say but he had forgotten the words. “man, you could cut things with your perfect jaw” he babbled as he saw the handsome man’s face. 

freddie didn’t know whether it was the male’s expression or the way his words sounded that elicited a smile to form his lips before a soft chuckle followed right after. it wasn’t a rarity to hear such compliments, however, though it may have been far too long since such words were spoken by someone in such a sincere way. yet, the chuckle was there, not to mock or make fun of the guy but to signify his acknowledgement of the compliment. “oh, thanks, man,” he uttered, looking back up at the male with a grin. “is this your way of making me buy that book?” gesturing his head towards the book that the guy had in hand, freddie went on, “cause if so, it’s probably working.”

[frcddies]

I promise to get to more starters tonight and maybe even post mine but I need to make more gif icons for Shiloh first lol so I’ll be right back. Also, if we haven’t plotted yet, just IM me or like this post so I can message you! <3

[frcddies]

diegosuarezx204:

“you should totally start reading this book” diego started explaining, his hands everywhere as he looked at the person in front of him. he knew he was supposed to be only taking money, but he loved giving references to the customers. 

“only if it’s interesting enough?” freddie humored, brows furrowing as if to contemplate as he looked at the male before giving him a hint of smile. he liked to read when he had time in his hands but his enthusiasm for a book lies on whether or not it was intriguing enough for him. still, he was curious about the book that the guy was referring to so he just had to ask: “nah, man..sure, what’s it about?”

[frcddies]

lennvn:

“Honestly these fries are probably the best thing I have ever eaten, and I’ve eaten a lot. Also it could just be the weed talking but I have never tasted something this good. You sure you don’t want one?” 

“Gross, look at all those grease on your fingers,” Freddie feigned derision as he gave his friend a look that was meant to judge her and her ways. “Not to mention, the calories, Lennon --- calories, ever heard of that?” His eyes shifted between Lennon and the fries between them before he says, “So nah, I think I’ll pass.”

[frcddies]

clarisscs:

clarissa slightly nodded her head with a soft chuckle plastered on her lips. ❝ i did say that, yes. but in a more..composed tone, i believe. ❞ in all honesty, she was about to burst into laughter any second now. her roommates expression was priceless. ❝ the scent can’t be much worse than the one in your room when you get baked. if that isn’t a solid argument, i don’t know what is. ❞

brows quirking up at the sound of the brunette’s clever response, the male was at a loss for words for a fraction of second, partly because her words caught him off guard and the other being disbelief by the fact that she just used that argument against him. “oh wow, aren’t you just straight up mean, clarissa?” he wanted to laugh -- heck, her riposte was so good that he found it amusing. yet, he didn’t and just went on with his facade for a few moments until he couldn’t hold it anymore and just let a smile form his lips. “it can’t be that bad but if you loathe the smell so much, the front door’s always open to welcome you out --- ya know, with open arms and all that shit.”

[dailygyllenhaals-deactivated202]

[expectante]

[frcddies]

That feel when you’re trying to be sneaky, making ‘surprise’ birthday cupcakes for your dad while he’s in the living room, watching tv lol. Hopefully he won’t ask what I’m doing in the kitchen or the surprise would fail hahaha

[frcddies]

clarisscs:

—————- ❝ and how was i to know it  WASN’T  some bicolor feline?! it wished to enter, and i complied… it was too late to make it out clearly. chill a little, there’s nothing to fear from a small skunk. ❞

“ —- so, you’re telling me, a fuckin’ skunk got into our apartment? ” his brows furrowed, both in confusion and disgust at the thought of an uncultured animal invading his home. “ yea, sure. nothin’ to fear, except --- i don’t know, its ability to spray such noxious and repulsive chemical?”

[frcddies]

Hey, y’all! It’s Admin Xanthe being late for the intro party as usual. I was supposed to post this few hours earlier but my browser decided to crash while I was writing this and I lost everything that I typed (rip) so I had to retype it again so here it is! I’m really excited that we’ve finally opened for interactions and I can’t wait to get to know you and your muses! But anyways, enough of my blabbering, I’m going to introduce Frederick Souza to you. My trash, misunderstood but lovable child who deserves all the love lol. Under the cut are some stuff about him that you need to know (so far):

HIS STORY

His parents were both musicians in the 60s to 70s and both had that whole ‘hippie’ vibe going on. Freddie’s dad was part of a successful band, think Lynyrd Skynyrd as his dad’s band’s music was comparable to theirs, but eventually left when he met Freddie’s mom in 1963. The following year, Freddie was born. 

Freddie’s parents ended up creating this duo band called “Flora” and traveled across the United States with their Volkswagen van, using Freddie’s dad’s name in the music industry as a way for ‘Flora’ to get more gigs in small bars then bigger venues and bringing along their 1 year old son with them the whole time. They never settled in one place, pretty much lived in the van for the most part, and for about 10 years, this was the life that Freddie have known and grew up in (and boy, did young Freddie loved it).

However, it wasn’t all perfect because during those ten years, Freddie’s parents also ended up experimenting with then being addicted to drugs. As a child, Freddie was exposed to things that he shouldn’t be exposed to in the first place and it definitely affected him growing up especially when his parents’ relationship started to decline and they would fight over little things, not even caring that Freddie was there to witness them fight and hurt each other: physically and emotionally.

When he was 12, Freddie’s father left them for another woman and it was all too easy for his dad to do it because his parents were not married and this left Freddie’s mom in shambles. His mother and him were forced to settle and relocate in a town in Arizona, struggling to meet ends because the money that his parents earned over the years were either lost in buying drugs or his father took it with him when he left them.

As a teenager, Freddie was forced to grow up and be the responsible ‘adult’ as his mother couldn’t be bothered to take care of him. Despite the neglect, however, Freddie still cared for his mother and never left her because he felt it was the right thing to do. He balanced high school life with working two jobs in order to pay bills and pay rent while they lived in the small room given to them out of pity by the landlord and eventually graduated at 18.

He was beginning to get hold of his life when it took yet another turn and on the night before his 21st birthday, his mother od’d on heroin. This took a toll on Freddie and he was engulfed by bitterness, anger and sadness that he leaned heavily on alcohol for the next months and was often detained due to his involvement in bar brawls (he became violent, as a result of his mother’s death)

It was only after a year since his mother died that he started regaining grasp on his life once more, forcing himself to pick up the pieces and dedicated much of his life on his love for music. He began forming small bands with people from Arizona before eventually leaving the state to move to California and earning a few bucks from the small gigs his band would get. 

However, after his band broke up in 1986, Freddie was all too quick to move on and left California, heading north to Washington and found himself in Seattle where he first felt the sense of belonging he didn’t know he needed until that point. From then on, he never left the city and only continued to make music with his new band as the Grunge movement became more widespread and successful around the world.

PERSONALITY

Freddie is usually a laid-back guy; would always prefer befriending his neighbors than making them enemies but when you do him or someone he cares for wrong then, there’s a problem. 

He tend to be protective of the few people he cares about and would always do anything for them and would be there for them when and if they needed him. 

However, he also tend to be unabashed and is 10x worse when he’s drunk (like, dude would say the first thing that comes to his head without filter and if you’re friends with him, you’ll probably contemplate disowning him because he’s just...shameless like that lmao) and though he’s not as aggressive as he was when his mother died, he still has his tendencies to be violent when gets those days. 

Freddie’s also witty, smart and is very self-reliant and also has the tendency to be flirty. If he finds you attractive, there’s 101% chance he’ll hit on you so watch out lol

SOME FACTS

The only reason why his parents named him ‘Frederick’ was because they wanted his nickname to be ‘Freddie’ after Freddie Mercury since his parents were big fans of Queen.

He has a total of 15 tattoos: most with meaning, others he got just because he just liked them and some he’d gotten after a couple of stupid drunken nights (you can imagine, those tattoos are among the few he’s dying to have removed)

He plays the guitar and writes music for his band, “The Barrymores” whose members are River Hendricks and Lennon Cohen

Freddie never reunited with his dad and hates the dude with passion.

Smokes weed and gets creative when he’s high. Like, a lot of his music were written when he was high lol

I apologize for this being so long but if you managed to read the whole thing, I congratulate you! Now, I’d love all the plots so if you want to plot, don’t hesitate to IM me so we can figure something out! :) <3

[sadscent]

[psych-facts]

Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care others think.

Nick Miller (via psych-facts)

[daisyjazzridley]

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist.”

“I know you can. That’s what’s worrying me.”

Begin Again (2013) dir. John Carney

[full-santiago]

[melisica]

[dreamwrit3r]

[tristamateer]

so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.

ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)