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❝ Hamlet's basically a teenage boy. He's got these desires, but he doesn't have the bottle to reach out for them. So, he goes mad, and wanks off about Ophelia, and ends up so boring that somebody has to kill him! ❞ Selective roleplay for Freddie McClair from Skins UK

[foreffy]

            ” ‘Dunno. Have you met homeless people? Pretty nice.” He was             just joking, seeming to light up at her offer. He tried his best to            hide it, though. “Wont your boyfriend mind? Your offer sounds            pretty.. frisky.” He teased, brows raising playfully for a moment.            Before she could reply, he turned on his heel, walking away from           her. “Till then, Freys.”      ———————————————————————- ✘

          About an hour or two later, he was outside, examining his ways           to get up. Her window was just kind of there, nothing around or           below it except for some cheap ass plants. Luckily there was a           ladder just hanging around by the shed. Made things a bit            easier. He would’ve just used the back door otherwise. The sad           thing was, it probably would’ve worked.            He picked up the ladder, setting it under her window and climbing           up. Once he was up, he just knocked, waiting to see her stir about           inside. When he saw her figure, he gave a thumbs up, sarcastic as           ever. When she opened her window, assuming she did, he spoke.           “I’m not just pretty good at getting through windows.” 

[savingophxlia]

           He was crazy. Absolutely, wonderfully insane. Part of her felt            like pointing out she'd meant  for the morning,  but mostly, it            just didn't  really matter.  She was smiling  too much to care            honestly,  and with a slight  roll of her eyes, Freya  pulled up            on the latches that held her window shut.

           "I dunno, that's a pretty suspicious skill set to have, Stonem.             Wonder  wonder  where  you  ever  learned..."  she  said,             the sarcasm in her voice quite obvious, but it didn't bring             down the atmosphere in the least.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send "Don't you remember?" for my muse's reaction to waking up in hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life

[foreffy]

         ”Right. Silly me.” Eddy stood up, extending his hand to help her up          as well. Not that she really needed it, but. “Well, thanks anyway.”          He rubbed his palms on his jeans, thinking about what he’d do. He          really didn’t want to go home. Even if Anthea was alone — he didn’t          want to see her. Call it the divorce effect. If the kid doesn’t choose          who they stay with, they end up hating who they’re stuck with. It was          really just Eddy trying to guilt trip his mother for what she did. Made          her constantly remember — he wasn’t just going to let her get away          with it. Eddy didn’t really believe in love, or think too highly of it —          but he knew his mum was a shitty example. “Guess I’ll camp out at          a park or something.”

[savingophxlia]

          Freya just  kind of  stared at him  for a moment,  hoping in vain  to  detect           some form of sarcasm or other falsity, but it didn't work. He was serious,           and that scared the shit out of her. Kit was inside, and Nick, and basically           everyone—  she hadn't been lying either,  she really did need to save J.J,           but...right now, she needed to save Eddy, too, and the hard thing was that           she realized  she wanted to more.  So Freya knew  what she should  do,           and she knew what she was going to do: the two things did not coincide.           "...I'm guessing you're pretty good at getting through windows. Come on,           the floor or whatever is better then an adventure in homeless land, right?"

[angstmemes]

Ask me something about my muse's childhood you've wanted to know.

[foreffy]

           His face tightened at her words. Did he say something wrong?            Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He clenched his fists for a moment             before he threw the spliff on the ground, stepping it into the            carpet of the steps with the heel of his boot. He didn’t have            anything else to do, might as well try and make up an excuse            to stay around her a bit longer. Even if her remark was a clear            attempt on trying to get away from him. 

           ”My mum’s probably going to be doing her stretching all night,            so,” He paused, pretty sure she knew what he was getting at.            ”Could stay in that marvelous shed of yours. yeah? Don’t really            think anyone would care. Maybe Cookie, but we won’t have to             tell her. Could just be between us girls.” He joked, flashing that            charming smile of his down at her.

[savingophxlia]

       "...Can't,  actually.  My  dad,  sort  of hijacked  it for my  brother,          and uh...it's just kind of some shit paneling and a cheap mirror          now. So not marvelous, and not mine anymore." It felt strange          to say, more so then she thought it would've, and it wasn't so          much that explanations were awkward. It was just remember          the  last  time  he  was  there,  and  getting  an  eerie  sort  of          nostalgia for a reality that was only a few weeks stale.

[magnuslighwood-archive]

Endless list of the most heartbreaking fictional deaths: 

4. Freddie McLair (Skins)

"Skateboarding, smoking weed, friends, sitting down, watching, learning, pretty girls. These are a few of the things that make life worth living."

[foreffy]

   He pressed his lips together, shrugging his shoulders. “Nah. I’m boring    as fuck, clearly.” He joked, looking her over. His hand lifted to push    some of her hair back, bringing the  spliff to her lips for her. Blue eyes    watched intently, only wondering if she’d accept his gesture. ” ‘Dunno.    Want to find out?” He teased, only being half-serious. Eddy was never    one to turn down sex, but he didn’t think Freya would be head-over-    heels for him right away. I mean,  her crush was obvious, and cute as    fuck, but she had  a thing with Kit going — didn’t she? Her frequent    love-lust stares towards him made him question her loyalty to the    cocky red-head.           “Where’s your boyfriend?” He decided to ask, pulling the            spliff back to him and letting go of her hair, breaking the           intimate, silent moment. He cleared his throat before he           took a drag, feeling a little uneasy at the mere thought           of Kit. He probably didn’t even like Freya — was only           with her to try and one-up Eddy, try to beat him, try to           be like him. That didn’t bother the Stonem that much —           what bothered him was the fact that Kit was using Freya           just to do that. If Kit had a problem, Eddy would rather he           come clean about it, rather than playing this game. He was           dangling Freya in front of him, like a piece of candy.

[savingophxlia]

    His fingers brushed past against her cheek,  and for a  moment,     it felt warm. Warmer than warm, and not in a way that just meant     touch  or  skin.  It was something deeper,  like the  sun shinning     over  frost,  or  the  last  fire  on  a  night  with  no  stars...it  was     wonderful. Freya glanced back at Eddy, but she wasn't sure she     was seeing him.  She was never really sure,  and  never  really     clear  on what  those  blue eyes  were saying.  But she inhaled     anyway,  probably  always  would,  and  knowing  that  hurt  her.

                                                                It did.

         "...Nah...I'll  just  keep using  my  imagination...thanks  anyway."  she  replied,          and that was the best summary  of their situation she  could've  given.  Then,          Freya  smiled  a  little,  if only a halfhearted one,  if only a  half of a  heart that          was a little bit broken, with holes formed from useless stitches, and still nothing          left to hold it together. And she shrugged, because after all, none of that was          anything new.

                 "Probably inside, somewhere with his brother. Speaking of which,                   it's,  probably about  time I go save  J.J.  and get out of here,  so..."

[foreffy]

          His brows lifted. “Shame. Everyone here seems to be wankers.”           Then his face darkened, except for that smug smirk of his. That           remained, more present than ever. “Oh, wait! I’m here!” He joked,           snatching the spliff back from her and taking a drag. “Are you           vanilla?” He assumed she’d know what that meant, but, he figured           he’d elaborate. Just in case. “You know, in the bedroom, all soft           and romantic.” She seemed pretty together, but, she didn’t seem           very vanilla. At least not to him. She seemed like the kind of girl           who came full of surprises when she was put under the blankets.           Or against a wall. Who knew. He wanted to find out. 

[savingophxlia]

            Freya  laughed and  shook her head a bit when he took the joint back.             By  process of elimination,  did Eddy just  imply  that he was the  only             one here she could sleep with? Because,  that was a little conceited,             especially  with that grin on  his face.  "You sure about  that? Maybe             you're not pretty enough." she said derisively, and of course, neither             one of  them would  pretend that was true  for a second.  "I dunno,  I             can probably be sometimes, definitely not usually. Either way, let the             record show, I've never had any complaints...what about you then?             There anything to see besides the obvious?"

[savingophxlia]

              ❝ —Are  you  seriously  about  to  fight  me                      over Kate Moss vs. Rosie Whiteley? ❞

[savingophxlia]

Like this for a starter tomorrow and let me know if you want it genderbent because she's more adorable then I anticipated like wow you go girl.

[maxkirin]

Bad decisions make good stories.

Unknown (via maxkirin)

[foreffy]

          His face remained light and playful as she spoke. He usually got           this way when he was around her. A bit happier. He hated it. It            was like those fucking cliché stories where the ‘good girl’ corrects           the ‘bad boy.’ Not that she was some tucked up prude, but, in            comparison to Cookie, she was pretty straight edge. Reasonable,           smart, pretty. He bet her tits looked even better, but, he pushed           that thought aside. “Not surprised. I don’t think she has the highest           of standards.” Another drag from his forever burning joint. “Do you?”

[savingophxlia]

   The question didn’t really surprise her, and it didn’t really bother her,    not coming from Eddy. She stood there for a second or so before    finally sitting down beside him, figuring that was enough lurking for    the situation.

            “…Sort of. I mean yeah, if it’s a one night stand, they gotta be hot,  that’s a given,             and I’m pretty  sure that’s really the only line  you have to cross for Cook.  As for             me…?” she stopped, pausing for the moment or two to let a mischievous smile             creep over her face as she looked at him. Then,  Freddie reached over, fingers             curling  around the little  white roll he  held in his hands and raising it up to her             own  lips. When she continued the thought, her tone was somewhat sarcastic,             or  perhaps  teasing  would  be  the  better  term.  Still  true  either  way  though.             “If alcohols involved, both people better be wasted, otherwise it’s no fun. I mean,              you’ve no idea the sheer agony when you realize you’re too drunk to ride a cock              but hes still totally sober enough put you wherever.  Same thing reversed, trying              to  suck  something that has  more beer in it then cum  never ends well.  It’s just              not sexy unless the effort is mutual, you know?

                      …and I think they have to be generally decent,                       because I'm not having sex with a wanker.”

[savingophxlia]

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     he couldn't quite tell if  he was  currently being      judged or envied. in either case, the strangers      had  been  sitting in  silence  for long  enough,      and he supposed now was as good a time as      any to stop that.

                             ❝ ...Want a hit? ❞

[foreffy]

         His face lit up when he caught sight of her. In comparison to          all the other twats here, she was a friendly face. Not like he          needed to see a friendly face, but, he certainly liked hers.          ”Didn’t think I was going to. But then my darling ma brought          this tosser over, and, well, surprise.” He played that smile           of his, blue eyes looking her over. He honestly didn’t feel           like smiling, but she didn’t need to know that. “Probably          shouldn’t have come. Place is filled with chavs just wanting          to stick their dick in something. A few peanut butter jars          are probably going to get naked.”

[savingophxlia]

          "...Fuck 'em." she declared,  not having to pause for very long to form a           reasonable verdict. It still stung a bit, though  she wasn't  entirely  sure           why. Maybe it was simply no one could possibly be okay with that, and           so that meant he was  too good at pretending,  because if it  wasn't  for           her somewhat hardheaded faith in his character, anyone could've truly           interpreted  that  as  genuine apathy.  Whether she was  wrong or right           about  the underneath  though,  Freddie figured  that people show how           they want to  be perceived,  so she'd  give him that courtesy,  never one           to pry. "Didn't think I was going to either,  but then,  there's Cook...pretty           sure she's a  peanut butter jar about now though. Last  I saw she  was           winning a drinking contest against some tall dark and hair-gel guy, so."

[foreffy]

           Eddy sat on the steps of.. whoever’s house this was,            staring intently at each person who entered the house.            Some people were creeped out by it, but it wasn’t like            he was really doing anything wrong. He brought a spliff            up to his lips every so often, but for the most part, he just            let it burn. This ‘party’ was boring as fuck.

[savingophxlia]

       It wasn't too surprising to catch  a  glimpse of him  here.        He  seemed to  be good at  that  actually,  one  of  those        people who were always  everywhere  and nowhere  all        at once, not that it mattered much when he was looking        like he'd  rather be  anywhere  else. Not  that she  could        blame him. If given the choice, she'd probably ditch this        place, too.

                                   "Kalin...told me you weren't coming tonight."

[forjoealways]

this fucking hurts so much.

[savingophxlia]

Okay, so here how this is going to work. I have some confessions to make with this blog, and a sort of wimpy addition to my rules section that's really more of a disclaimer. I have a lot of blogs. I think that I'm a pretty good roleplayer to be honest. I mean I've been perusing a career in writing since I was six, coming home, practicing everyday, expanding my vocabulary, reading more, studying grammar on my own time, trying. I'm no where near where I want to be yet, but I believe I've come far enough to accurately consider myself an okay writer, generally speaking. That said, I'm also pretty good with characters. I'm confident in my ability to resurrect them from stale pages and bring them to life on here. Every one of my muses it seems, except for Freddie.  I know I haven't been on here a lot, I barely have two threads started, but I needed to tell you guys, that I've actually had a blog for him before. It ended in a panic attack that left me crying all night while I pressed the delete button. The thing is, I also really love him. Freddie McClair is very close to my heart, and has been ever since I first saw Skins. I remember thinking to myself how refreshing he was, more realistic to me some how, and I don't know if it's because his character is naturally so bland, or because he's a main character that we really don't know a lot about from the canon, but I'm so insecure when I play him it's ridiculous to me. In spite of this, I have no intention of not continuing to do so. I want to be on here, and I want to play him. I think I just need to resign myself to the fact, that whether or not I end up being a "good" Freddie doesn't matter. This is my account, and my fun to have, so it might not be what I want it to...but I never promised to be great, and here's my official disclaimer that if I end up sucking horribly, oh well. Thank you guys for following me, and thank you if you read this. It's mostly just insecurities, I get that, but I just needed to put a disclaimer on this entire account, even if it does sound partially conceited to do so, and I look forward to roleplaying with all of you!                                                  This account, is officially active. Cheers.