#frekcles

[peppermintstranger]

Victor Franzini — born in 1995 — France

[thewomanlybrawler]

it’s white latina season

[letboyswearclothes]

Things I Think Are Adorable

-Tooth gaps

-Freckles

-Lisps

-Chubbiness

-Stretch Marks

-Wrinkles/Smile Lines

-You 

[cronicasdeunafashionista]

[tealcode]

freckles pt4  🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸

[starkindustrys]

tony stark didn't truly believe in asking for permission, not when he was young and hotheaded, not when he was learning how to control the reigns of stark industries, and definitely not when he wanted to make pepper potts smile. he did it the way he did everything else — with confidence sharpened to a point, with charm deployed like a controlled experiment. he leans in over pepper’s shoulder as she works, close enough that his voice becomes a private thing, warm and amused. ❝ you know, ❞ he murmurs, eyes flicking from the screen to the elegant line of her profile, ❝ there are at least six people in this building who think you’re the reason i’m functional. i haven’t corrected them. i enjoy the myth. ❞ his grin is quick, conspiratorial, the kind that suggests he’s letting her in on a joke the universe wasn’t invited to hear. she's pretty when she blushes, she's softer when tony can convince him she's his.

pepper doesn’t look at him right away (she never does) and that, more than anything, is what gets him. when she finally does turn, it’s measured, fond, a little dangerous in its restraint. tony’s smile softens, just a fraction, something sincere threading through the bravado. ❝ you keep me honest, ❞ he says lightly, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t matter that it’s true. ❝ which is impressive, considering honesty and i are… intermittent collaborators. ❞ his hand brushes the edge of her desk, close to hers but not touching, a promise hovering in the space between them. ❝ tell me you’re staying late tonight, potts. purely professional reasons, of course. i’d hate to distract you with my devastating good looks. ❞ @frekcles

[mindflare]

what do you want it to be?

          the weight of her question sinks like a heavy stone plopped into deep water. THAT FEELS AWFULLY DIRECT. definitely pointed enough to slice through the haze often clouding your thoughts these days. you've fought wars, carried burdens no human could imagine, but somehow this question—— a simple, personal thing—— feels harder to answer than all of that. YOU'RE NOT USED TO THE QUIET MOMENTS. moments where the earth isn't screaming for your help, where there isn't a mutant in danger, or a universe on the brink of total annihilation. [sometimes from your own doing.] WHAT DO I WANT? the thought ripples throughout your mind, the uncertainty like a tidal wave pulling back from the shore, exposing the roots of feelings you've ignored for far too long.

the truth? you don't really know. not completely, and you might not ever know. [is there any solace in that? none, whatsoever.]

a deep breath is taken, the scent of earlier coffee breezing past your nostrils, grounding you in this moment of reality. a small part of you wishes for something simple, clear, and concise—— handed directly to you on a silver platter. life is not that simple. [you wouldn't do well without a challenge, either.] pepper is so very different from you in many ways, but that makes her easier to converse with. no mind games, no powers, just open questions and an expectation you'll answer honestly. you can provide that with ease. ❝ i don't... ❞ the words get caught in your throat and you blink—— once, and then twice, shaking your head lightly. the words stumble because they're authentic, coming from a place of genuine displacement. ❝ i don't think i've ever really thought about that. what i want, i mean. ❞ you try to force a smile across you lips but it falls short, feeling fragile in the process—— another crack to your previously cracked exterior.

          ❝ i've always been told, what i should want, what i need to be, is for the team. for everyone else. ❞ you've always been jean grey, the girl who fits into the box others made for her. the voice of reason. the one who plays it safe—— but you've changed, grown beyond those expectations, and even now, you still feel it. the power thrumming beneath your flesh, the phoenix still a flame flickering at the railing of your mind. it's not something you want to think about, especially not now, but it's there. IT'S ALWAYS THERE.

[grooveys]

"   hey-o   chickadee!   "   dropping   bags   at   the   end   of   the   spiral   stair   case   [   ...   ]   you'd   think   she   was   moving   in   with   the   amount   of   luggage's   sprawled   in   the   entry   way!   mary   jane   was   a   girl   who   packed   the   necessities   even   if   that   involved   moving   her   entire   wardrobe   and   vanity.   a   girl   always   needed   to   look   her   best   and   you   never   knew   just   what   might   be   needed!

"   have   room   for   one   more   delinquent?   "   a   coy   tone   echoes   through   the   residence   as   the   reds   collide   for   an   embrace.   a   goddaughters   love   for   her   this   newfound   family   brought   a   comforting   warmth   that   she   often   missed   in   life.   "   aunt   ana   and   may   parker   are   roomies   now.   two's   a   party   but   three's   a   crowd   with   those   ladies!   "   she   smiles   warmly,   feeling   comfortable   and   confident   in   the   household.   it's   not   often   this   occurs   with   others!   "   my   flat   is   being   renovated   and   sadly   out   of   commission   for   the   unforeseeable   future.   "

🎲 @frekcles , surprise idk something?