𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑

hey jude, don't be afraid. you were made to go out and get her. the minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better. and anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders. for well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder. hey jude, don't let me down, you have found her, now go and get her. remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. so let it out, and let it in, hey jude, begin, you're waiting for someone to perform with. and don't you know that it's just you, hey jude, you'll do; the movement you need is on your shoulder. hey jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.

[mccartnvy]

thevioletquinn‌:

Violet could only watch as the athletically built man ran past her with simply a toga around his waist (that was starting to fall down to reveal the top of the bum) run straight in to a lamppost and fall to the ground (now revealing his entire bare bum). “Just to make sure I’m not going crazy, you saw that too, right?” She questioned the person next to her. “God, Greek society can be weird sometimes.”

Frankie watched the guy collide with the lamp post with the straightest face, the furthest thing from surprised, having seen this display of behavior multiple times over the years. “I just know for a fact that he’s going to get up in a minute and keep going. He has more adderall in his system than a pharmacy.” She stated. “I can also promise you that he’s from Delta Psi.”

[kiegotakami]

all i’ve ever known, hadestown.

[mccartnvy]

beautyqueenliberty‌:

;; “You know, I never got the whole sorority thing. It seems like a lot of work with no real reward and then there’s the whole wolf pack mentality of showing off and trying to out do each other - no thank you.” She shrugged. It just wasn’t her thing. 

“It’s not for everyone. Honestly, I only joined for the parties –– you know, like a typical frat boy.” Frankie confessed. “Alpha Chi is pretty competitive among other things, but it’s cool once you get past that. We’re gonna be throwing a party soon, you should bring your pretty face.”

[coeurinquet]

closed starter || will & frankie

[mccartnvy]

coeurinquiet‌:

Vulnerable wasn’t a word William associated Frankie with, usually; of course, there were sides of her only he was lucky enough to see, but in that moment, seeing her so nervous and uncertain made his heart clench. He wanted to help her, to ease whatever thought was plaguing her mind. He did not interrupt her, though, as she tried to speak: he just waited patiently by her side, only to take her hands in his when she was done, stopping the twiddling of her thumbs. It was true, he had heard rumours, but he did not care at all. So he sighed, letting go of one of her hands to gently run his fingers on her jaw, index and thumb stopping on her chin as he gently made her look at him. “I am sure,” he spoke with certainty, eyes never leaving hers, so that she could see for herself that he was telling her the truth. “I couldn’t care less about your reputation, Frankie. I care about you. I want you. Good things and bad things. So I’ll be with you for as long as you’ll have me, because there’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

Being vulnerable was just as uncomfortable for Frankie as it was for others to experience her being so, if not substantially more. After failed relationship after failed relationship, both romantic and platonic, Frankie felt, well, lonely. She did a great job at masking it, but when it was just her alone at the end of the day, it ate away at her. The time she spent with Will was everything that she needed to dispel those thoughts and put them to rest, that she wasn’t a lost cause –– but she needed reassurance. And a lot of it. “I care about you so much, and you’re the only person that I want to be with. And because of that, I'm just trying to do everything that I can to not mess this up. But sometimes I just feel like that I’m running from the inevitable. I don’t trust myself.” Frankie admitted, her eyes shifting back and forth between him and the TV screen, her hand clinging to his now that she’d been completely honest. “You just make me really, really happy, Will. I don’t want to lose you.” 

[mccartnvy]

beautyqueenliberty‌:

;; “Do I want to know what’s happened?” She asked in a way that gave Frankie the choice on if she actually wanted to talk about it but not pushing. Libby started moving in the direction of Fat Boys.

“Running a sorority is the most time consuming thing ever.” Frankie explained as they began walking towards Fat Boys. “And don’t even get me started on personality clashing. I love them all, but holy shit. Sometimes I want to put my fist through a wall.”

[mondler-addict]

[mccartnvy]

beautyqueenliberty‌:

;; “I am craving the hell out for a burger right now. Fancy joining me to Fat boys?” She asked. “Man, it’s like the name taunts you for wanting a burger!”

“After the day I’ve had, I could use it.” Frankie sighed exhaustedly. “Let’s go.”

[coeurinquet]

closed starter || will & frankie

[mccartnvy]

coeurinquiet‌:

It had started as a joke; Will was sitting on his couch, right next to Frankie, controllers in hands. He head meant to tease her when he had mentioned how she would manage to beat him at video games in ten years from that moment, but the tone in her answer had made him stop in his tracks. Blinking, the boy scooted even closer to his girlfriend, blue eyes finding her hazel ones as one hand left the controller so that his fingers could brush against her knuckles. “Why wouldn’t I be? Don’t know if you noticed, because being extremely discreet is only one of my talents,” he started, joking in hope to get a smile from her. “But I’m quite crazy about you, Frankie, and to still be around you then… it’d be a privilege.”

@mccartnvy​

Frankie had a habit of accidentally letting her words slip at the most unfortunate times; and now was no different, thanks to her insecurities. Her joke was a joke in the general sense, but there was also a hint of honesty behind them. But as she sat there, she felt that maybe, just maybe, she hadn’t done a great job of masquerading those feelings –– and Will’s next words was the confirmation that she needed. “It’s just...” She began, but letting her words fall. As she sat on the couch, she twiddled her thumbs nervously and averted eye contact. There was no point in lying to him, especially after two months that they’d spent building their relationship into something official. She needed to let go of old habits, no matter how difficult. “Are you sure? That you want to be with me, years from now, I mean? I know we’re still pretty new, but... I just don’t want to get my hopes up. Or do something to screw this up. I have a reputation for doing that, if you haven’t heard.”

[mccartnvy]

kudos on being such an excellent actress then because it sure seems like you don't give a crap about her

“Once again, in case that it wasn’t obvious the last time: you don’t know anything. You aren’t me. Now stop trying to speak on things that you know nothing about a la, my thoughts and feelings.”

[mccartnvy]

have you completely forgotten that you spent months trying to patch things up with arden and then dating her? because it sure seems like it.

“Oh, look, someone who thinks they’ve figured out me and my inner thought process. But if you want an answer –– no, I haven’t.” 

[mccartnvy]

lolafields‌:

“Your loyalty. Once I became someone that you cared about, you haven’t wavered once”, Lola quickly retorted, her answer not one that she had to think about. “Are you capable of recognizing and fixing them yourself, though? Sometimes therapy is just about holding up the mirror so that you can figure that shit out”, she said softly, again trying to make it clear that she wasn’t trying to push Frankie into something that she wasn’t ready for. Lola had been about to open her mouth to say something kind about their friendship but didn’t get a chance before the other woman was snapping at her. “You know what? Forget it. You’re the one who made it clear that you needed a friend today so don’t try and make me feel shitty for attempting to be there for you and for being sober”. Lola wasn’t one of those people who would let Frankie walk all over her; like she did to so many other people in her life.

“A lot of people would disagree with you, but I appreciate it.” Frankie sighed, but gave a smile afterwards to show her thanks. “I’m capable of recognizing them, fixing them is a different story, however.” Frankie admitted. Frankie knew that she would eventually have to see someone for her issues, but she wasn’t in that mindset at the moment –– she had a long way to go before she was willing to open up to someone who was virtually a stranger; especially when she barely did that with people she already trusted. “You can be sober all you want, Lola. That’s not a problem anyone’s trying to make you feel bad for. But you know what, if me not being sober is too much of an issue for you, then maybe you should stop hanging out with me. You won’t be the first, and you definitely won’t be the last.” Frankie argued back. 

[mccartnvy]

lolafields‌:

“You’ve also got a lot of great qualities, ones that your aunt doesn’t necessarily have”, Lola was quick to point out. “It’s not for everyone but honestly, I think it saved my life. Being vulnerable with a stranger… well, it’s helped me to come to terms with a lot of really fucked up things that have happened to me and I’ve been able to start to process them”, she explained, not wanting it to seem like she was pushing Frankie towards a therapist. “Ouch, that stings”, she pointed out when Frankie mused about it saying a lot about her relationships. “I didn’t realize that it was such a chore to grab a meal with me whilst sober”, she said, her tone making it clear that she was a little unimpressed because of the last few comments that Frankie had made. “If it’s really that bad, go and get high and you can meet me at Fat Boys later”.

“Oh, yeah? Name one.” Frankie challenged teasingly, fully aware that her shortcomings tended to outweigh her positive characteristics. “I’m happy that it worked for you, Lo, really. It brought you out of a bad place. But I just... don’t see that it could work for me? Maybe my issues are just things that I have to recognize and fix myself.” Frankie said, but her tone made it sound more like a question than a statement. At Lola’s reaction to her words, Frankie’s lip twitched. “That wasn’t a dig at you, that was all at me. I fucking suck at keeping relationships. I’m surprised that I haven’t managed to fumble this one.” Frankie explained. “If it’s such a bother to you, then fine. I won’t bother getting high. Just don’t ask me about my feelings and I won’t feel the need to swallow a xanax.” Frankie snapped –– momentarily losing control of her anger. “No, we’re going.” Frankie said as she walked briskly in the direction of Fat Boys.

[jamiedornangifs]

[fcideas]

[sunnystrong]

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Looking for Alaska (2019) Created by Josh Schwartz and Ashley Wigfield

[coeurinquet]

closed starter || will & frankie

[mccartnvy]

coeurinquiet‌:

The first time he had seen Frankie, William had felt a pull towards her that had only intensified since; yet, not even in his wildest dreams he would have dared to hope that she might return his feelings. Which was why even now, with her stating her jealousy clearly, the boy struggled to believe his ears. He did not doubt her words, of course, but it was as if his mind refused to connect them to reality. Blinking in surprise when he realised he had not said anything to her, Will smiled softly at the sight of her reddening cheeks. She looked adorable. “I–” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “I felt the same, you know? With Noah. I knew I had no right to be jealous, but I was, because I really, really wanted to be in his place,” he admitted too, figuring out that was a moment that required no barriers between them. As soon as that smile appeared on her face, William returned it instantly, but it was quick to disappear when she spoke, as the boy prepared to reply that he would never do that. But she was quicker than him, and thank goodness. He had imagined what it would feel like to kiss her, but nothing he thought could ever match what it actually felt like. One arm wrapped around her waist as his free hand went to cup her cheek, pulling her closer as he smiled against her lips.

Frankie felt foolish in that moment, having let her worries and jealousy cloud her better judgement. She’d convinced herself that she was merely a friend, not someone he’d be interested in or wanted to be with. Frankie was aware of her ‘conventional attractiveness’, and rarely had trouble using it to her advantage –– god, that sounded conceited. But with Will, she felt as if she had to be perfect; the only object of his eye. She felt that he was severely out of her league. “You don’t have to worry about Noah at all, trust me, Will. I promise. You’re the only one that I want.” Frankie assured him, her tone leveled and even to make sure that he knew that she was serious. She needed him to know that Will was from here on out, the only object of her affection. And as their lips moved together in sync, it was as if the world melted around them, and they were the only ones present. For a moment, and as cliche as it sounded, things made sense for a little while. His arms around her was enough to ease whatever plagued her mind, including those stupid insecurities, and she noticeably relaxed into his touch; which made it all the more painful to pull away. “Wow, that was even better than I had imagined.” She told him once they were apart, a grin on her face.