𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

♡♡♡ is this all I've ever known? you took the sunshine from the days now i live in shadows i'm just a dog with no bite, this is all i've ever known. ♡♡♡ joanie frenette / xxIII / research & development

[deerchasingheadlights]

girlhood in suburbia 

[zombieseamonster]

[eambers]

[joanietm]

specdracers.

@gallagherstart·

     he’s sitting on the back of a seat because clearly, sitting on the seat itself is too simple for him, with a half empty glass of a mix of different things. “okay, but you know what really wigs me the fuck out?” he says, to absolutely no one before taking a sip. “the bee movie, right. listen. save the bees, i get that theme of the movie but. the relationship between barry and the lady? like what the fuck? they didn’t have to go there, and it haunts me to this day.”

    𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, legs spread out across the grass as comfortably as one might sprawl out in bed. she’s only sipping on water, though she’s not entirely sober, evidenced by the small joint in her hands. “heteronormativity, man. obviously the human woman couldn’t give a fuck about the environment unless she was getting something out of it ‘cause all women’s interests revolve around dicks, insect or not.” maybe a little harsh. she laughs at herself, resting her head against the arm of someone’s chair. “but i fuckin’ love that movie. sometimes i think i took think like a bee a little too seriously as a message.”

[bishopfm]

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹: 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵

[joanietm]

bishopfm.

it felt like it’d been a while since bishop had strolled the hallways of gallagher and it was because it had been; under the weather and feeling generally not well at all, the boy had taken time out of his classes and attended the gym once a day for very short sessions — purely for the sake of his sanity — but had otherwise stayed in bed. 

now, charlie was feeling refreshed from the shower he’d taken after his first combat class in one whole week, his cheeks full with food as he peered down at his phone. under his eyes were small bags of fatigue and he seemed a little more gaunt and chiseled from his lack of appetite during his period of illness, and perhaps that was the reason why the seriousness of the email he’d received hadn’t really hit him yet. instead, the boy sat on his own in the corner of the foodcourt, chewing a large mouthful of lemon cake as he nodded, nonchalantly, at the email he’d finished reading. 

putting his phone down, bishop turned his head to peer out the window; clearly, still perhaps not one-hundred-percent.

     𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 for him to notice her staring, or at the very least, show some emotion that isn’t akin to zombification. but patience has never been her virtue and she can’t see herself waiting any longer. once his attention is ( literally ) out the window, she gives up on him, approaching the table with a wave. “so, i know now probably isn’t the best time, but hey, man.” she feels a little lame saying that, though she’d feel even more selfish to say that she missed him. “are you feeling any better? ‘cause you kind of look like an extra on the walking dead.” do people still watch that show? she doesn’t know. it’s a nicer way of saying i can tell you’ve spent most of your time in bed, asshole.

[joanietm]

lucefrs.

         the dining hall’s quieter than usual, like toto’s africa but played in an abandoned mall that always seems to pop up on her youtube homepage. she doesn’t like it at all, and feels disgustingly self-conscious that someone will see her all by herself and snap a pic like she’s back in year six again. she doesn’t even have her phone to pretend to look preoccupied, so when joanie comes squelching in like a drenched mole rat, she can’t help but grin from ear to ear, even though, technically, she should be mad. for leaving, even if it was for school, but maybe she’s doubly pissed because school’s never meant jack shit to her and can’t understand how academics seems to hold such precedence for people. ‘   you should’ve worn all white. you would’ve looked sexier that way. like keira knightley in atonement.   ’ with the leg that’s not propped up on her chair, she kicks the edge of the seat opposite, until it’s untucked – not the most welcoming of invitations, but she can take it or leave it. she pops a fry into her mouth, giving joanie a once-over as though she’s verifying it is actually her. ‘   anyways,   ’ it’s uncharacteristically sharp, but she continues, ‘   i still can’t believe this is where you ended up. i didn’t even know you were like, rich rich. frankly very upsetting, if i’d known i wouldn’t have felt so bad when i couldn’t split the tab.   ’

     𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 completely by the age of twenty, the icy tone of that anyways would have made her stop in her tracks. but what’s a hurt loved one to a spy? she sinks into the chair without missing a beat, settling in as if this had been their routine all along, as if there weren’t years lost between them. “are you supposed to be my james mcavoy? because i’m pretty sure he’s scottish.” she tucks a lock of wet hair out of her face, eyes darting to the side in attempt to evade luce’s stare. “what? you don’t think i got here just by being incredibly smart?” no, the truth is better, she got here coasting off mommy’s reputation. in this moment, she’s glad she can’t tell the truth. “on the bright side… well, no, there’s no bright side. are those fries any good?”

[joanietm]

     𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 she’s already soaked from head to toe. it’s what she deserves for refusing to take an umbrella earlier, but she had to get some fresh air asap after reading that e-mail. pulling the door open and stepping inside, the cool air makes her feel restricted and uncomfortable. and… crap, her luck in evading luce has run out. her fear of seeming upset ( and therefore, prompting questions that she wouldn’t be able to answer given the other’s witness protection status ) outweighs her pride, and god damn it, she’s going to be the first one to speak up after all, huh? maybe if she plays it casual, luce will go along with it with no questions asked. “have you seen it out there?” she sets her tray across from where luce is sitting, though she doesn’t take a seat yet. “it’s raining otters and porcupines out there it’s comin’ down so hard. i think i have a quill stuck in my ass, even.” she gives herself a quick check over, poking and prodding at her oversized cardigan. “false alarm. just a chip!” god, it’s like word vomit. she brushes the chip off onto the floor, carrying on. “anyway, if you were thinkin’ of heading out, better wait. unless you like gettin’ rained on, in which case, uh, now’s your time to shine.” @lucefrs​

[joanietm]

     𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐍𝐀. that’s what her father would have you believe, anyways. the truth is, she can skate, it’s the tricks that she struggles with. hence why her lesson with aria is primarily her wobbling on the board as she holds the other girl’s hand for balance. “i think we should get some ice cream after this. it’s that kind of day, you know what i mean? though, if you ask me, every day is an ice cream kinda day. they should hold week-long ice creamapaloozas and festivals just for the hell of it. how did we get so deprived of that? i can’t be the only one to think of this.” her voice is easy and relaxed as she rocks her board side to side, blissfully unaware of the text that’s awaiting to be seen. ( she never takes her phone with her when she’s hanging out with aria. something about devoted attention. ) the sky bathes them in a grey light, though it’s not supposed to rain until sundown. she hops off the board midramble, giving aria a chance to get on. “—… so what flavor you thinkin’? you know i’m a slut for vegan mocha.” 

@ariabeck​

[joanietm]

     ⌠ VICTORIA PEDRETTI, 23, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, JOANIE FRENETTE! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT; and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of chipped fingernail polish, messy hair, oversized homemade clothing, kind eyes that naturally dart to the floor, scrapes covered by ironically themed band-aids. when it’s the pisces’ birthday on 02/28/1997, they always request their TOFU AND EGGPLANT BOWLS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ @gallagherintro​ ⍀   

     i was going to wait until it was closer to june to bring in a second character, but clearly i have no self control. whatever, here’s some stuff about joanie. 

born in new york city, she always felt this pressure to stand out. she didn’t want to blend in or be unremarkable, which is hard to achieve in a city of two million people.

her mom was always traveling for work, but her dad was typically in between jobs and could stay at home to watch her. her dad, who had almost been a pro-skateboarder before he had an accident, taught her everything he thought was important in life: skateboarding and making grilled cheese. 

always loved horror, even when horror to her was nightmare before christmas and edward scissorhands. scooby doo is probably to blame for wanting to make her a ghost hunter for a better half of her life.

when she was thirteen her mom thought it was time to point her in a different direction. she was a gallagher academy graduate, specializing in covert operations. joanie had always been aware her mother worked for the government, but never the specifics about what it was her mother was doing. after a long and world shattering conversation that revealed her mom to be a spy, joanie was given then choice between a regular high school or a prep school. she chose the prep school obviously.

she did well throughout high school and was thrilled to be accepted into gallagher academy, but like all her interests it started to fizzle out after a few months. she still does well enough to pass, it’s just she’s lazy.

she can never make her mind, either. she’s get super into a movie or tv show, base all her interests on it, then find something else within a week and drop everything.

she’s kept her interest in making her own clothes, though. her style is very distinct, but ultimately i’d describe it as skater/stoner chic.

she has a milk snake named banana who she loves more than anything in the world. she’s had him for a little over a year now and her absolute favorite thing to do is scare people with him wrapped around her hand.

she’s a huge pothead and can be a sarcastic dick, but she’s a sweetheart to her friends and loved ones. she’s the type of person to text you after you hang out to let you know she had an amazing time. also a huge gift giver.

     she’s a new character so i’m still working on her development, however i’d love to get some plots going with her!! friends, best friends, mentors, enemies, exes, fwb, old family friends, etc., etc. she needs it all!!

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