𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕝𝕪, 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣...

[jamiecostello]

Felix had been dragged to the Brass Monkey that night for drinks after class with a couple of students from his film editing course. His eyes glazed over as they debated, ordering beer after beer as they argued with each other until he felt a slight buzz, three empty pint glasses in front of him when he finally noticed Frankie across the bar. “’Scuze me,” he mumbled out, stumbling up from his seat and wandering over to his copper-haired friend, sliding in the seat next to her with a hopeful smile. “Hey, Franks,” he greeted her softly. Things had beens strange between them ever since that night with Ellie. He knew they were friends, and that there was no way they hadn’t discussed it. “Can I buy you a drink? Feel like I’ve been kind of MIA lately. My fault,” he said with a soft chuckle. @intothewilde​

[intcthewilde]

as soon as felix walked into the brass monkey, an involuntary smile appeared on frankie’s face. she thought about waving hello, but he was with people she didn’t know and she wasn’t even really sure if she wanted to talk to him. it became a game - how long until felix noticed she was there. twenty minutes? two years? it was anybody’s guess. but eventually he did, and frankie realized she was happy to see him. “hey,” she smiled. “i never say no to a free drink.” maybe he had been a little mia lately, but so had she. she just needed a little time to get used to the idea of something between him and ellie. it stung a little to know that the person she liked was into one of her best friends, but at the end of the day she just wanted them to be happy. she was fine, really. “what’s up?”

[intcthewilde]

frankie 📲  darby

frankie: ok we were talking about greek mythology in my latin lit class

frankie: and i may have had a few refreshments

frankie: and i tried to say something about sisyphus but instead i said something about the myth of syphilis

frankie: and for some reason no one finds it funny, so please think it's funny

[intcthewilde]

frankie 📲 millie

frankie: i cried during my session today because life or whatever

frankie: and ivan told me that at least i wasn't as sad as this cat

frankie: https://hecatta-n-stuff.tumblr.com/image/177398999439

frankie: then he asked me if it reminded me of the art in my parent's house

[desotoclubhq]

Kings stared down at his notebook with a single, solitary thought in his mind: why the fuck did he elect to take creative writing? Vertebrae keys? Lies of the moon? “Can you tell me if this is completely awful?” He leaned closer to Frankie as he moved his notebook in front of her. “This poetry section’s got me… fucked. I don’t know what I’m doing.” @intothewilde

[intcthewilde]

frankie looked at the notebook in front of her thoughtfully, brows furrowed slightly as she read. “well, i wouldn’t say it’s completely awful,” she responded. “although, if i’m being totally honest, i think you can improve it.” she smiled at kings and grabbed a pencil. “one of the great things about poetry is that you don’t have to know what you’re doing. you just need to pick words that mean something to you. everything else will follow.”

[wincnas]

Still in costume from her elective acting course, Sage had been wearing the pink, poofy cake of a dress she had for a scene. It looked like she had ripped it straight from Villanelle in Killing Eve, combat boots and all. She pranced over to someone she recognized in the bar, trying to escape the guy she had been halfheartedly flirting with to get a free drink. “Can you help me out?” She asked hopefully, downing the contents of her gin and tonic, before picking up a half-empty drink left on the bar and downing that too. It had been a long night. She snaked her arm around the waist of the person she was speaking to. “ Just go with it. I told that guy over there we’re together. He keeps going on about how every girl should be so lucky to have a guy like Joe Goldberg from You. I’m afraid he’s going to stick me in his basement and feed me wontons through a glass divider.”

[intcthewilde]

lately frankie had been spending a lot of time at the bar. it was nice to people watch and eavesdrop, not to mention get wasted. she smiled at sage as she approached, waving. “always,” frankie chirped, happy to oblige before she knew what she was agreeing to. she was a cuddly person and welcomed the arm around her waist, wrapping her arm around sage in turn. “oh, i would happily be your fake girlfriend. he sounds...” how could she put it nicely? “disgusting, possibly sociopathic.” it was somehow the most polite thing she could think to say. “i do worry about the joe goldbergs of the world. you know, hiding in plain sight.” it made her shudder just to think about.

[tannerisaacs]

Tanner walked into the study room, head bopping along to the song playing in his ears. He murmured the lyrics softly— “They think it’s a game right now but it ain’t the same right now,” — as he dropped his bag onto the table. He’d just started taking out his laptop, another set of lyrics on his tongue when he caught sight of someone. Startled, his eyes went wide. “Oh, shit!” Tanner took out his air pods, music becoming a whisper in the room. “Sorry. I didn’t realize someone else was in here.”

[intcthewilde]

frankie looked up as she heard the door open and smiled upon seeing tanner. he seemed lost in his own little world, so she went back to her art history textbook, giggling softly at the murmurs coming from his direction. she was just as surprised by his sudden noise than he seemed to be of her appearance. “it’s okay,” she laughed. “i’m just reading.” she grabbed her bag and walked over to the table, sitting across from tanner. “what are you listening to?” she asked, always on the lookout for new music.

[intcthewilde]

biggest regret?

i got bangs when i was 11, it was awful. that or not spending more time with my mother.

[intcthewilde]

how does it feel to know felix likes ellie and not you

it feels good to know that two of my favorite people are happy and that all of this idiocy is over!

but it also stings like a motherfucker

[intcthewilde]

What is the biggest lie you have ever told?

probably the time i told my dad i was spending a long weekend at a friend’s house which was technically true, but the implication was that this friend was a girl who lived on the upper east side and not a sculptor living in an artist commune in paris. but i was home by monday night, and no harm no foul, right?

[intcthewilde]

one person you'd sleep with from each society?

okay, calloway is felix. god i hate this. hastings is syre - been there, done that, would do it again. kincaid is kings. same thing, really, i’d be down for a re-up. winthrop is probably elias. he’s a good time, so i feel like he’d be, you know, a good time.

[intcthewilde]

how many people have you slept with?

i stopped counting

that’s a lie it’s 42

[intcthewilde]

[intcthewilde]

leoalcrights‌:

The odd thing about Leo was that she was better equipped at talking to strangers than she was to those close to her. Meaningless small talk and polite conversation, plastered smiles and courteous pleasantries were facile and undemanding. She always figured that with friends, you always had to do a bit more work. And being as private as she was, that could sometimes get difficult. But, of course, she did it, and she didn’t mind it; the ones she had selected as her trusted companions were chosen carefully and deserved to see that side of her. But how do you speak to someone that’s both a friend and a stranger? That was entirely new territory. Leo scoffed and looked down, muttering, “Right. And that’s all anyone ever cares about, isn’t it?” She shook her head and returned Frankie’s gaze, smiling politely. “Thank you. So do you.” Leo nodded in response to Frankie’s question as she took a deep breath, shrugging slightly. She didn’t know how to respond. Weird, right? Silly chatter was where she usually thrived and looking at her old friend, it hurt most. “As good as I can. Are you?”

frankie didn’t know how to respond. appearance wasn’t what she cared about, but it was all that mattered to some people and she didn’t want to seem like one of them. that was the world she had grown up in - looking good, smart, rich was what seemed to be the top priority for the people around her. she never wanted to be like that, she liked to think that she, and everyone else, had more to offer to the world. frankie could feel her cheeks flush and she looked at the ground for a moment before leo caught her eye. she relaxed slightly, smiling back. “thanks,” she mumbled. “i guess i’m having a good time. my standards for a party aren’t particularly high,” she confessed. “it’s nice to talk to you. even just to say hi.” it was uncomfortably honest, and frankie wasn’t sure she should have said it. but it was true. “i should probably go.”

[intcthewilde]

wtfkris‌:

“Bro! I thought I’d have to like, offer someone my first-born child or something. Fuck yeah!” Kris whooped, grinning at the first brave soul she’s met tonight. Her hands planted on the ginger-haired girls shoulders to steer her in the right direction. “To the bar!” From what she’s seen, the bin’s had a few takers — some of these maniacs just stuck their heads in and gulped. Kris was all about having a good time, but that was just tasteless. Without care of being conspicuous, she pointed them out, turning to her friend with her nose screwed in distaste. “Yeah, don’t be that guy. That’s nasty.”

“no, i’d say at least half the people here drink vodka like it’s water,” frankie explained. she marched along as kris guided her, wobbling slightly as she was already inebriated. “the bar is one of the best places to be, at any given time, really.” not just at parties, but any time or place. “don’t worry, i won’t be that guy,” she reassured. frankie went over to the pin and checked it out. it seemed fine to her, so she put her crown on the ground, held her hair back with one hand, and stuck her face in the water from the nose down. it took three tries before she emerged from the water victoriously, her teeth deep into an apple.

[intcthewilde]

elliealdenkamp‌:

a thankful smile met her lips, placing both arms behind her and leaning back on them. they’d get back to the ouija board when they were done discussing the mysterious case of felix lesser. and mysterious it was. at frankie’s explanation, ellie’s mouth parted a bit in minor shock. mostly because she felt like she should’ve known—should’ve had some sort of idea that frankie liked him. why else would the gossip bloggers have given her that dare? yet, while part of her felt like shit for her lack of observation, another part of her couldn’t help but laugh. “oh, wow. damn. i mean,” she stammered, leaning forward and hands motioning out in front of her as she tried to decide on a reaction. “at least he has good taste.” another laugh followed. “this doesn’t complicate things, does it? honestly, i’m sort of in the mindset of whatever happens, happens, and i’ll be okay with that.”

“he does have good taste, frankie laughed. “i don’t know. i still feel weird about it, but the more time goes on, the less it feels like a big deal. if you guys like each other... i mean, yeah, it would be weird at first, but i wouldn’t want you guys to not do what makes you happy just because of me,” she explained. it wasn’t like she actually knew what she wanted, but some sort of awkward love triangle between three friends definitely wasn’t it. “i think that’s a good outlook. whatever happens, happens.” frankie was rarely that easy going, she tended to ruminate on all the worst-case scenarios in any given situation. but she trusted ellie, and she was wasted enough to let most of her inhibitions go.  “boys. am i right?” she laughed.

[intcthewilde]

harrisonhadlee‌:

                    He noticed the door to his room was seemingly swept open as he neared, and he began slowing towards it with caution, not sure what exactly was procuring within. Through his thoughts, he assembled a likely story and a string of facts: he was momentarily living with an array of personalities–– those that did happen to do drugs. Worse comes to worst, he figured, one of his roommates must’ve just been simply tripping out of her mind and forgot to close the door. He just hoped no one was going to swing around the corner naked, and then his mind boggled the logistics of the situation. It was either that or someone had broken in and ransacked the place. 

                    The possibility of the latter sparked something in him; something told him that even if it was the former, he should still check–– zero accountabilities for what he was bound to walk into because he could be saving the day here. He immediately realized he wasn’t after rounding the corner, and instead, it appeared someone had found the bed closest to the door. His bed. He heard laughter, paired with a questionable sentence and he presumed then that alcohol was in the mix. The tall male leaned against the wall closest to him, hands in his pockets, watching, the playfulness that exuded and the natural charm of a pretty face making him smirk. The whole of the situation was entertaining, “I would,” He began, something assured in his voice, though it carried out lightly, a considerate caper, “–but I don’t get in bed with girls I don’t know.” His head tilted to the side and his gaze briefly skated up her legs, and he inspected her, trying to figure out if he knew her. He didn’t know any redheads, and he knew he’d remember if he did, “What’s your room number?” Harry asked her, his head tilting to the side, “–I’ll help you get there.”

“well, sir, my name is francesca wilde, but everyone calls me frankie. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” she stuck her hand out as if to shake his, unable to suppress the laugh that came with it. “i haven’t the faintest idea.” she probably should’ve written down her room number somewhere, she could never remember those kinds of things when she was this high. “but i can text jade. she’ll know.” frankie began to look around for her phone, her arms roaming the tangled sheets. eventually she found it under a pillow, grabbing it like she had just been reunited with her long lost child. she lay back down with her stomach on the bed, knees bent to let her feet kick the air, and her elbows propping her up so she could text her roommate. frankie stared at the screen expectantly, feet kicking the bed. she hadn’t waited longer than fifteen seconds when she looked up at the man, a pout on her face. “she isn’t texting me back. but i might know it if i see it.” she wasn’t sure how she would know, but maybe being in a place like the stanley would give her a sixth sense - or maybe by the time they found her room, she would have a text back confirming it’s location.

[intcthewilde]

elliealdenkamp‌:

eyes still cast down on the board, ellie gave a small shrug. “i mean, i don’t know about you two, but,” a hand rose to tuck some hair behind her ear, “he and i almost hooked up. i mean, i was standing there with my top off when i asked him if he really wanted to go there.” an embarrassed laugh left her as she looked up at frankie. “and, obviously, he decided no. which is completely fine, but it’s like i can feel the weirdness just talking about it. it’s the worst. like, why does it have to be like that? why can’t we just talk?” releasing a sigh, ellie propped her elbow up on her knee and rested her chin in her hand. “so, unless the same thing happened to you, i am of no help. i mean, even if it had i’d probably be of no help.” 

frankie listened carefully, nodding as ellie spoke. it stung a little, to think about such a close friend hooking up with the guy she liked. (likes? liked? she wasn’t sure.) but she loved ellie, and no boy could change that. if she and felix were happy together, she would want what was best for both of her friends, no matter how she felt about it. “why obviously? i would think anyone who says no to you shirtless is insane,” she laughed. “what happened to me wasn’t the same, maybe a bit similar. i was dared to kiss him at the carnival, and i apologized before i even did it. and afterwards he was kind of like what the fuck, which is totally valid, but then he said he had wanted it in the past but had a girlfriend now and then i was like what the fuck. when he finally stopped ignoring me he told me i wasn’t an ‘awful’ kisser and that i just had shitty timing. what does that even mean?” frankie sighed, exasperated just thinking about it. “i don’t know why he can’t just talk. maybe he’s allergic.”