NOT YOUR BABY

FRANCINE HOPKINS twenty-one, english-french and her smile - it forges galaxies and fosters life in a barren world. but oh, her rage - it shatters the stars and brings constellations to their knees.

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…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

J.D. Salinger,  Franny and Zooey (via wordsnquotes)

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I don’t like pity. Pity makes you feel small and weak. I’d rather have someone hate me than pity me.

Marco, Book #15: The Escape, pg. 98 (by K.A. Applegate)

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Titanic (1997)

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Empire Records (1995)

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this is queued!!! yall probably know by now that i’ll be out of town for the next four days. knowing me tho, i’ll be lurking on my phone; so i’ll try and draft as many replies i owe. i sitll have some memes i need to get to, as well as reply to some starters, but i promise when i’m back i’ll get right on it!! for now tho, if anyone wants to plot, or hc like crazy, please do hmu!!!!! i love hcs and believe me, i will shower you with them jfidhisufd

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when ur trying to cheer your friends up bc they’re sad

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There’s something absolutely terrifying and haunting about the night when it’s four in the morning; the piercing silence could ironically turn out to be the loudest ring hitting an eardrum, while the cold breeze would rudely invite itself around a wilting frame, simply clinging and wrapping like a blanket offering its ‘wramth’. Yet, with the map of stars hung and scattered above like twinkling decorations against the black, and with the moon being the only source of light, it was hard to deny its beauty in it all. Perhaps that was one of the few reasons for Francine’s constant visit to the park at such hour – then again, she had always been a wandering night owl; often found with a packet of cigarette on her and a hip flask of her favourite poison.

Wearing a single layer sweater (she had, once again, foolishly underestimated the night), she pulled her sleeves a bit further down, hoping it would at least hide her shivering fingers. She had always grown up with hands that turn easily cold – was it possibly be the reason why she had a habit of fumbling?

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indicna:

indy: the rugrats was a classic 90s tv show - let it go & let me be cute. indy: tell me when i haven’t acted my age. i’m being incredibly mature right now.  indy: yes i get that BUT you can’t trust anybody these days - not even you, frankie. so how the fuck am i supposed to believe that? PLUS i’ve been cheated on before so why do you think i’m so fucking insecure about what other girls are up to with my man? indy: i trust lukas with all my heart. it’s the girls that go out and about with him that i don’t trust. things aren’t working out? what the hell are you on about? has he told you something? thanks for making me feel like shit. indy: whatever… call it what you want. i personally just think it’s endearing & protective but whatever. i can’t change your mind i guess.

FRANCINE ›› reply.

FRANCINE : lmao listen men are generally pigs but you and i both know that lukas would never do that to you. he’s one of the few good guys that i genuinely have the pleasure of knowing. and yeah, sure; i get that it’s hard to trust people these days, but if someone hopped on lukas’ dick, i bet you would be the first to know from him. FRANCINE : i’ve been telling you since day one that i have no interest or see lukas as anything but friends. what pissed me the most about you is that i feel like i can’t hang out with my friend without having to check every corner. FRANCINE : ok lmao calm down, i didn’t mean it like that. i’m sure you and lukas are doing fine. you both are disgustingly sweet it makes me want to throw up. FRANCINE : calm yourself. he didn’t say shit about you to me.

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— ≫ SENT TO LOSER.

Gabe: Why would anyone want to do that???

Gabe: Wow, you sure know how to hurt my feelings :(

Gabe: I mean...you can lick one and run but i'll probably pay and take them without you knowing. I'll eat them both!

Francine: that is true. i find it awfully hard to believe that anyone on this planet could ever feel any hatred towards you.

Francine: omg i was kidding. don't frown on me :(

Francine: lmao wait what

Francine: are you saying you'd eat a donut that i've licked??

Francine: g...abe..

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[ imessage ] ;; thomas

Thomas: that's fucked up

Thomas: some kind of friend you are

Thomas: you know what?? you can be whatever you want fran

Francine: oh come on, you know i was kidding

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dhiudh im gonna go to bed in a few (prob gonna end up on mobile lurking tbh), but i’ll get onto finishing memes and the starter tag tomorrow!! if anyone wants a private thread tho, come hmu!!

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Text -> Kaiden

Kaiden: I might have locked myself out of the house

Kaiden: I ordered pizza so I won't starve out here, but I don't know what to do now

Francine: lmao wtf call a locksmith?

Francine: or better yet, learn how to pick a lock

Francine: it's not that hard

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[ imessage ] ;; thomas

Thomas: maybe a kiddie pool if anything

Thomas: i don't think u deserve more than a bucket of tears

Thomas: okay if i were a spice i'd be like a garlic herb blend and you would be flour

Francine: kiddie pool is better than nothing.

Francine: i wouldn't shed a single tear if anything happened to you, honest.

Francine: but thanks for your bucket of tears. big love.

Francine: i'm salt wtf

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CECIL SPELLMAN —

The expression of disgust on Cecil’s face was mostly involuntary, but she really didn’t care to hide it. She leaned back from the counter, standing straight. “That is about the worst possible answer you could have given me and the fact that you’re still expecting a drink is,” Cecil made a gesture of her hand touching her head before flicking open, “Mind-boggling. Your boyfriend is off today so I’m terribly sorry to disappoint.” Despite Cecil’s comments, she still moved to start up a drink for Francine. “What’re you lookin’ for him anyways? By the way, you’re getting a strawberry daiquiri because if you don’t appreciate it– Which you’re very good at doing; not appreciating, that is, then I can have it later.”

It was expected for Francine to notice the change of expression on the blonde’s features; her lips pressed together to suppress any chuckles that were fizzling inside of her. She gave a hopeless shrug, lifting both hands up looking like she was surrendering and embarrassed for not lying. “Wouldn’t want your head to grow too big; if I told you I came here for you, it might just explode,” Francine teased just slightly, the left tips of her lips tugging into a subtle smile. “Not my boyfriend,” she quickly corrected -- even if she knew it was partially a joke, “I just needed a drink, that’s all.” Lie, what she wanted was the perfect distraction; the kind that the boy knew dead well how to offer her. But she could live without it; just for one night. She sat herself down on the stool, leaning forward as she watched the blonde; the words of the other causing her to chuckle. It was a habit of hers to hide her smile or any kind of happiness she might show -- and soon she brought a hand up to cover her lips; her chin resting on her palm while her slender fingers grazed over her own curved lips. “I appreciate things,” she begun, the tone she spoke in coming out playful, “I’m just... picky.”

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✉ @

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

FRANCINE — typing..., 11:23pm : yeah okay it was me who broke the fucking window but in my defense that bugger wouldn’t stop hitting on me so i had to throw something at him. i’m not paying for that shit. it’s not my fau

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

FRANCINE — delivered, 5:13pm : someone moved my batFRANCINE — delivered, 5:13pm : who fucking moved my bat???FRANCINE — delivered, 5:13pm :that mid-forty year old creepy guy is back here again and i have nothing to defend myself withFRANCINE — delivered, 5:13pm : oh for fuck’s sake.

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✉, ✘, ツ

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

FRANCINE — typing..., 4:25am : i can’t sleep so i’m thinking about heading out for a walk; and i know it’s late and we both have early shifts but i was wondering if you wanted to jo

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

FRANCINE — delivered, 4:45pm : lmao can you like find your fucking chill for one secFRANCINE — delivered, 4:45pm : quit calling me, you know i’m in the god damn cinema

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

FRANCINE — delivered, 6:55pm : this bitch just got a huge tip!!!FRANCINE — delivered, 6:55pm : and no, i didn’t show my tits this timeFRANCINE — delivered, 6:55pm : who knew people can actually be generous