#m:frank

[bristlybranwen]

"Invite Me" or "Join Me"

Past

“And if you don’t pull yourself together, Bran, it’s over! You can pack your bags and fuck right off, because I don’t care! I don’t care what you have to say, who you are in my life, or what we lived through. I don’t care. If you don’t pull yourself together, it’s over!” And with that, Alice turned around on her heels, grabbed the skirt of her wedding dress and stomped out of the hall.

Bran watched after her until she was gone, then slumped down on a bar stool and grabbed herself a drink.

She’d just poured out some wine, when footsteps sounded from behind her. She looked up and stifled a groan.

“Oh, sorry.”  Frank Longbottom. There he was. The man who stole her best friend’s last name. “I was just looking for-,”

“She went to the garden.”

“Oh. Okay. Well then.” Frank nodded. “She promised to keep me a sip from the good wine we imported from Spain but I guess I’m too late now.” And he smiled, nodding towards the wine glass in Bran’s hand.

Bran didn’t smile back. Just stared at him, unimpressed, and waited for him to leave again

Frank caught that -- after all, this was how she’d been treating him all weekend -- and obliged. Turned. Then paused. Glanced back at her. “I’m ... sorry, if I ever offended you, Miss Branwen. It wasn’t my intention.”

“Oh, fuck. Don’t.” She sounded disgusted. “Just fuck off and go to Alice already.”

Frank frowned however and stood firm. “I never meant to get in between you two. I assure you I haven’t. Alice, she-, she made you a bridesmaid for a reason. It was never really a choice who she’d choose, you or me, because she might be married to me, but that doesn’t negate your friendship. She will continue to be your friend, and I will not get in the way of that, I don’t have the slightest intention...” But Bran’s even darker look now made him stop. Clear his throat once more. “Anyway. Thank you for coming today anyway. I’m sure it meant a lot to her.”

He turned to leave.

But this time it was Bran who stopped him. “Longbottom.”

“Hm?”

She sighed, clicked her tongue, and put the last bottle of Spanish wine on the table. “There’s at least two more glasses in there. Join me?”

Frank hesitated. Blinked. Then smiled. “I’d love to.”

[spellnbone]

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at hogwarts:

what if frank was the first person that made edgar realise that rules were all a matter of interpretation? frank catches edgar doing something against the rules and to get out of it, edgar lays out the rules before him, analysing it and explaining why what he’s doing is technically not against the rules

now:

playing off the fourth situation here: what if frank was one of the people who were against edgar’s suggestion, and up until today he still thinks it was pure luck that they got out of the situation with edgar’s plan.

considering the whole ainsley-illness plot: edgar tracing the rumor back to frank and getting appropriately mad at him

[bristlybranwen]

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at hogwarts:

did frank play quidditch? quidditch team mates? bran – as beater – always keeping frank save? except that one time where he said something “rude” to her and so she just hammered the ball straight at his skull?

if he wasn’t big into partying, her annoying the shit out of him for always throwing gryffindor parties.

now:

starting a fight with him on his wedding day because dare he not keep alice safe.

basically resenting him for making alice his ever since and always believing that alice deserved better.

this leading to pretty big problems one day at a mission where they’re paired up

[rcvenge-blog]

She’s the prettiest girl at the party, and she can prove it with a solid right hook.

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MCR 22 day Photoshop challenge

Day one: Favourite member appreciation ↳ Frank Iero

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Frank Iero Photoshop Challenge

1. Frank Iero +  Color Palette.

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.i’ve seen rock bottom, and it was love at very first sight.

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{Credit: Ben Gibson ~ Rocksound}