leighability:
I know what it’s like to lose your home, and to wonder where your family member has gone… If anybody needs a place to stay in this horrific aftermath, my doors are open.
Do you have room for little ol’ me?
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leighability:
I know what it’s like to lose your home, and to wonder where your family member has gone… If anybody needs a place to stay in this horrific aftermath, my doors are open.
Do you have room for little ol’ me?
blkhoodie:
Because you’re a trouble maker. My roommates wouldn’t like that.
But you like it, don’t you? Isn’t that what matters?
blkhoodie:
I would let you stay in my place, for old times sake… fortunately, you wouldn’t be allowed.
And why wouldn’t I be allowed?
Alright, that’s it. I need a couch to crash on while the Fabray undergoes repairs. Or several couches, I don’t like staying in one place for long. Actually, a guest room is preferable, but beggars can’t be choosers. My mother is driving me insane. There are too many people here. I need a fucking break.
Please only apply if your place of living has some decent security. My safety is a...priority. Also, don’t apply if you listen to shitty music without headphones. Or if you’re a slob. Or if you have an annoying dog. I have an occasional cat, so you have to be chill with cats, too.
I can pay you for your service, of course...but, I’d rather pay you in excellent company and excellent booze. And I’ve never been convicted for any violent crimes, so you can trust me.
natevc:
You’re annoying.
And you used to fuck me. Which makes you a real dumbass.
A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR @sabcrhagcn. Delivered with a hand-written note on a ripped, lined peace of notebook paper because minimal effort.
Happy Birthday.
-Scarlet
franfabs:
I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend. Perhaps you are all a little more situated after recent events. I’m happy to report that constructions are underway! The Fabray along with any other building that was terribly destroyed in anyway will be repaired fairly soon. We have an excellent Custodian team. For any of those in need of The Fabray, unfortunately our temporary offices location is not known to the public. Feel free to message us via email.
Unfortunately, I will be attending my late husbands funeral this evening. If you were close with him or just looked up to him feel free to attend this evenings services. Otherwise, let me know if I or any of the Fabrays can help you out.
I’ll be there. Of course.
natevc:
Don’t you hate when your students act like little shits? I’m about to quit. Any one else having a hard week?
Anyone else wanna go for a very needed night out? My treat. I can get you fucked up if you wanted. Trust me.
You should quit, then. Quit your bitching and do it already.
I just wanna say Happy Birthday to the pettiest bitch I know. I’m sorry I don’t mean bitch. I mean pussy. @sabcrhagcn
Classy as always, Addison.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” @fuckyoukatherine
Scarlet sighed, annoyed with her sister already. There was a good reason she’d avoided her sister since her little prison break, but her being a detective was really only half the reason. “See, I knew you were going to be this way. Maybe if you were a good fucking sister I would have shown my face a little sooner. So, how the fuck have you been?”
“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.” @mcmaseface
Scarlet started at him for a moment, her face void of expression. As always, she felt more confusion than anything else when Mason began to express his emotions. She could barely process her own emotions, and he seemed to have a lot of feelings. It was tiring, honestly. “Enlighten me, then,” she suggested calmly, but coldly.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” @nicosuaves
Was there really a better way to greet an old buddy than to sneak into their shop unannounced and sabotage some of the cars they were working out? Scarlet and Nico hadn’t really hung out since she went to prison and ditched the band. She wasn’t even sure how welcome she would be with her name all over the news as an escaped convict, but she’d heard there was some family drama going on. She was here for to distract him and a be a good friend, even if her version of camaraderie involved deliberately fucking with people.
“The same reason I do everything,” Scarlet finally answered, when she was done doubling over in laughter. “It’s funny. Come on. You have to admit it’s funny.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“What the fuck?”
“How the fuck?”
“What the fucking hell?”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Why the fuck are you still here?”
“How the fuck did you do that?”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
“I think we should fuck.”
“You really wanna fuck with me?”
“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”
“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?”
“What the fuck are you watching?”
“Where the fuck are we?”
“How the fuck do we end this?”
“Where the fuck do you turn it on?”
“Have you seen this fucking thing?”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
“What a fucking surprise.”
“You fucking well know what you did.”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Quit fucking bragging.”
“Are you here to fucking brag?”
“I said fucking LEAVE.”
“I heard they fucked your best friend.”
“You know how this fucking movie ends?”
“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”
“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”
“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”
“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.”
“They fucking hated you.”
“They fucking loved you.”
“We all fucking burn in the end.”
“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”
“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”
“What did you fucking take?”
“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”
“They’re fucking dead.”
“Who the fuck did you ask out?”
“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”
“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“You fucking well know why that happened.”
“Don’t fucking call me again.”
“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”
TEXT | MASON 🍆
MASON: me being here is a terrible life choice?
SCARLET: sorry, no. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just stressed be this whole thing.
SCARLET: Frannie is in the hospital.
TEXT | MASON 🍆
MASON: then why did you ask?
SCARLET: am i not allowed to worry about your wellbeing and terrible life choices?
natevc:
Nathan laughed to himself. Of course she was throwing her surname out there. “You’re a Fabray extension?” He let out a deep breath of disappointment. “That’s fucking unfortunate.” As the bartender slipped him his drink, Nate took a big sip, a sour look on his face following the bitter taste. “Aren’t they like bad people? No offense. Maybe. I don’t exactly know you.” He lied. Of course he knew her. And of course he knew she was just as bad as the rest of her family. Upon their breakup Verge eventually discovered a lot more about his ex. From her family history to her current affairs. They didn’t exactly have morales align. As much as Verge enjoyed her company, he couldn’t see himself with a criminal.
She raised her eyebrows, somewhat shocked by his prejudice. Sure, the Fabray’s and Wilde’s were well known to the under ground vigilante world, but to a normal civilian like she assumed he was...they were just a slightly suspicious hotel. “I have some association with the Fabrays. Yes,” Scarlet deadpanned, narrowing her eyes in his direction. “Who are you to judge who is and isn’t a bad person? Isn’t judgement something we’re supposed to save for our almighty creator in our time of death?” she laughed, shooting down a large swig of whiskey and loving the burn. “If you’re done judging my name, maybe you can finally tell me yours?” her eyes glowed with fire, burning with frustration at his formerly enticing mystery.