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Frank Edwin "𝑻𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒍" Wright III 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹 RP BLOG. DO NOT INTERACT OUTSIDE OF HFRP

[trecoolfms]

𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑲 "𝑻𝑹𝑬" 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰𝑰𝑰 🎂 53 | 👤 𝑴𝑨𝑵 | 🧲 𝑴𝑬𝑵 & 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵 | 📏 5'6" | 📍 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑨 | 🌎 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵 | 🍷 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 | 🚬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 | 🍃 𝒀𝑬𝑺 | 💊 𝑵𝑶 💼 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑵 🔍 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑳𝑺 Currently figuring out if I want a soulmate, a best friend, or someone who just agrees to get pancakes at 2am. Open to romance, chaos, deep talks, dumb jokes, spontaneous road trips, and platonic soul connections that feel just as electric. Not here for pressure — just vibes, laughter, and whatever weird, wonderful thing unfolds naturally. If we accidentally become best friends or fall in love or start a cult (kidding… mostly), I’m cool with all outcomes.

𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙞𝙛

You're not of a nervous disposition.

You’re emotionally intelligent but still willing to bark at dogs and scream-sing in the car.

Match my chaos but also respect my soft side.

You answer dumb questions seriously and serious questions dumbly.

𝘼 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮

Dogs don’t know what mirrors are and honestly neither do I emotionally.

𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

What's your favorite unexplained mystery? Everyone is allowed one.

@hollywoodfamerps

𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫

[paulakellyfms]

Am I here to talk about how I'm a big fan? Why yes, yes I am. I think you're one of the coolest drummers out there and the way you stay authentically you? It's such an inspiration, dude. @trecoolfms

[trecoolfms]

Well, shit, you're gonna have me blushing from top to bottom my dude. Thank you so much for saying so. That was very cool. I'm just doing what I know how to do and I'm good at. I can't do much else.

[rhseehorn]

Despite the mock-pout still lingering on Rhea's lips, a quiet melancholy hung over the sudden shift in her plans. It wasn't the logistical reality of the situation that bothered her; it was how easily this routine, one they’d so silently built together, could be shuffled around. Even with their lives as chaotic as they usually were, this just felt odd. "You still manage to juggle those eggs with great ease, baby" she teased softly.Her expression melted the second Tre’s voice hummed tenderly against her ear, followed by the comforting weight of his arms wrapping around her like her favorite weighted blanket. The gentle pressure of his cheek resting against her hair dissolved the rest of her trapped sigh, and she eased her entire weight back into his shoulder. She gave his collarbone a second little nudge — much gentler than the first playful 'bonk' before leaning into him completely. There was a profound calmness to the way his tiniest, tracing touches could instantly ground her. They kept her locked right here in the present moment, even if the reality of their sleepovers being cut short was already the absolute biggest bummer of her week. "Yeah..." Rhea sighed again, though the corner of her mouth slowly curved. "You'd be public enemy number one, babe" Her voice was quieter now, a low murmur that vibrated against his skin with each syllable. As she finally let her gaze drift up to meet his, the weight of his words settled in. It hadn't truly dawned on her until lately how even their longest, most exhausting days apart couldn't compare to the heavy, stretching distance that just forty-two hours seemed to hold now. They had crossed into that territory where the more stable they became, the more jarring it felt whenever the routine got shaken up.

A lopsided grin bloomed across her face "I object that statement" she chuckled lightly "I actually think that might be the most rock-and-roll thing you've ever said, actually" she countered, her hand lightly tapping over his chest. "Not many guys can truly appreciate the mystery of a stray hairpin. It's kind of like when a cat leaves you tiny gifts you don't know what to do with" She chuckled, looking up at him with pure affection. "Consider them my tiny gifts."

Rhea couldn't help but let that grin turn far more affectionate, softening at the mere tone of his voice. Her eyes crinkled, lighting up at his mention of such simple, everyday things — the tiny routines she had begun to perform so naturally over the last few months. There were traces of her everywhere now. Scents of her perfume mingling with his when she had to leave, a preferred side of his bed, a book left on his nightstand, or a half-finished crossword puzzle she hadn’t cracked yet. Their lives and things were slowly merging together, fitting perfectly like interlocking puzzle pieces. Rhea let the corners of her mouth curve up, her brow raising mockingly as she shifted against him. "Finders keepers, losers weepers, man" she added, giving the waistband of her boxers a playful little tug "And for the record, I never said you couldn't wear my underwear either. Take your pick from my drawer" And the thing was, he was right. Maybe not continuously, but Rhea had left more and more additional things at his place every time. Gradually, that mock expression faded, taking her chuckle with it, replaced once more by a soft, quiet calm. She leaned her face fully into his chest for a long moment, breathing in the familiar scent, letting out a muffled sigh against the fabric before finally tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "I know..." she answered, her voice dropping into a low register. "You're right" she gently nodding "We'll figure it out" she repeated, leaving a kiss against the corner of his lips as she shifted her weight into him "In a perfect world we'd have unlimited sleepovers. No distractions" Rhea added, the playful twinge within her voice carried those words.

[trecoolfms]

Tre smiled into the kiss she left by the corner of his mouth, chasing it for another before letting his forehead settle against hers. "In a perfect world?" he murmured, his grin turned crooked. "In a perfect world I'd never have to remember where you actually live." He brushed a thumb across her cheek. "You'd just... be here." The words escaped him so casually he almost didn't notice he'd said them. Almost. He blinked once, then laughed quietly through his nose. "Well." His eyebrows lifted. "That came out a lot louder than it sounded in my head." A hint of pink crept into his cheeks, though he didn't look away. "I didn't mean..." He stopped himself. "No, that's a lie. I kind of did."

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "I just mean..." His eyes wandered around the room. "There are so many little pieces of you here now." He pointed toward her book on the nightstand, "You've got your bookmark sticking out of chapter eleven." toward the bathroom, "Your face wash has somehow taken over an entire shelf." his dresser, "I've found approximately... seventeen hair pins. One of which was in my cymbal case." He looked at her with mock suspicion. "I still don't know how you managed that." His smile softened again. "And every time you leave, the house feels..." He searched for the word, fingers absentmindedly tracing the seam of her borrowed shorts. "reset. Like somebody pressed pause." His shoulders rose in a small shrug. "I walk into the kitchen expecting to hear you talking to my coffee maker." He laughed. "You know it doesn't answer, right? I still look."

His gaze lingered on her face, blinking rapidly for a second or two. "I think that's the weird part. It stopped feeling like sleepovers a while ago." The admission hung gently between them. "It just feels like... normal life." His hand found hers beneath the blankets, threading their fingers together. "So when you tell me we've gotta hit pause for a few days because your cat sitter bailed..." He smiled, shaking his head. "...my first thought isn't, 'Aw, that's a shame'. It's 'How do we fix that?'" He caught himself again, eyes widening just slightly. "Not right now, maybe." He was quick to add it, not wanting to rush her. "I'm not trying to solve your whole life before breakfast." A soft chuckle escaped him. "I'm just saying..." His thumb swept over her knuckles. "This is awesome. I really like this. This..." He gestured vaguely between them, the room, the quiet little life they'd accidentally assembled. "doesn't feel temporary anymore." His expression turned warm enough to melt straight through the joking. "And that's a pretty wonderful problem to have." Then, unable to help himself, the familiar mischief flickered back into his eyes. "But for the record," He tugged lightly at the waistband of his boxers she was wearing. "if we're exchanging underwear privileges, I'm picking the pale blue lace pair." He nodded solemnly. "I think I'd look incredible."

[trecoolfms]

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Yes, we CAN have ice cream for breakfast 🍨 🏷️ @rhseehorn

𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙍𝙋 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙁𝙍𝙋

[rhseehorn]

@trecoolfms

Just like any national holiday, today is of the utmost importance. And sprinkles. It wouldn’t be right to celebrate without stealing the great traditions of greeting cards and gift giving — we'll work on the other traditions later, like the ice cream elf or ice cream bunny. For now, I plan on eating sundaes with you today, tomorrow, and for many more ice cream holidays to come. I didn’t think it was possible to love my favorite dessert any more than I already did, but it turns out I can, and I do. It’s just better shared with you, my circus boy. Let's go make a mess. Bonk. I love you, The sprinkles on your sundae Rhea.

( Beside the card was a bow wrapped pair of drum sticks painted by rhea )

[trecoolfms]

@rhseehorn

[trecoolfms]

TRECOOL: Hi, I'm Tré, and welcome to episode one of my podcast "'Why Do You Smell Like Beef?' and Other Questions You Regret Asking Your Child"

[rhseehorn]

You wouldn’t believe how easily accessible dismembered toes were in Atsugi and virginia beach, babe "Is it a mud rock, or is it a bone" just your average, child friendly games. Wait, wait. You have not. You have ghost neighbours who enjoy heavy drinking ...and this is the first i'm hearing about it. Someone can't actually be living there, right ? Like it's definitely haunted ? You ever see the animated movie "monster house" i'm afraid this is what it's about to turn into. Unless it's a carrot cake, it can stay away for our sundaes. They're sacred. Well hey, if you're a good clown, why even stop at three. I wanna learn how to do that twisty thing with the stem on my tongue, so you're a perfect base and creamy, sprinkle canvas. You want me to add in the secret menu, too ?

[trecoolfms]

Mickey swears up and down that he's seen someone coming out of the back gate on a bicycle and he works as a painter and decorator because he's seen him getting in a van that says it on it I'm like that's so niche, how do you know this. But also the back gate is so inaccessible because of the damage by the tree. Their next door neighbor has fenced their yard so they don't have to deal with it. They just recently got some little glow in the dark mushrooms for their garden path, so someone is obviously living there but I've never seen them and its been like this for years. I have seen monster house and that's exactly what it's like. I'm so curious about the inside of the house! I know what your tongue is capable of, I think you have it in you... I've seen you eat an ice cream cone. I mean, obviously yes I do want the secret menu!

[itsmileycyrus]

you're not wrong, it can be a lot doing on when you're not doing shit, just not everyone knows that and plus we deserve time to sit on our asses when we want too. fumes and coffee were me for so long, i'm trying to lessen that these days. it does, oh my god! time flies when you got a lot going on and feels like everyone else is speeding through and you're not but really you are too, just you're so focused on what you're doing. so after everything major i do i'll reach out to see how people are and what's new with them. you and me both, tre. normal life is great when we have it. i love those moments - really the best ones. dude, yes, exactly and i know i had some back with hannah montana but it was nothing like this one. this is me, this looks insane too, i adore her so much!

[trecoolfms]

I think that's one of the hardest lessons to learn, honestly. That resting isn't the same as wasting time. I used to feel guilty if I wasn't doing something every second of the day, and now I'm like... maybe sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee watching the birds be little weirdos is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. You're right, everybody's moving at the same speed, it just doesn't feel like it because we're all living inside our own calendars. Meanwhile your friends are probably thinking, "Man, I haven't seen Miley in forever," while you're thinking the exact same thing about them. I really like that you make a point to reach out after a big project though. That's a good habit. It's so easy to accidentally let work become your whole personality if you're not careful, and then one day you look up and realize you've been talking to cameras more than your friends. Yeah, normal life's got a pretty underrated charm. I love all the exciting stuff, but I also love getting ridiculously competitive over a board game, wandering around a farmer's market, or getting way too invested in whether the tomatoes at the grocery store are any good. That's so cool because it's you. Not a character people know you as, not a version somebody else wrote. It's just you. I don't care how grown-up we all pretend to be—if somebody handed me a little Tre action figure with tiny drumsticks and a pair of beat-up Vans, I'd probably spend the next week making him play concerts on the kitchen counter. Some things you're just never too old for.

[trecoolfms]

[rhseehorn]

Dressed in her favorite pair of Tre's boxers and a baggy t-shirt from her drawer, Rhea felt the familiar weight of comfort settle over her as she stepped from the ensuite into his bedroom. It was a sweet routine that had become domestically theirs over the last few months — whenever their sleepovers weren't cut too short, and lately, they had been. Rhea practically crawled over him like a small animal to get to her side of the bed, a silly habit that always made her chuckle. As she finally plonked down beside him, she bonked her head softly against his shoulder, kissing the spot. "I have good news, and I have bad news, my pretty boy," Rhea murmured, her voice muffled against his shoulder for a second. She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, a hand drawing softly upon his hair. "The good news is, I don't have to leave so early tomorrow morning, so..." she smirked softly, teasing him, "I can still actually compliment the chef on my breakfast." She let the playful moment linger for a second before letting out a soft sigh. "But the bad news is.. I unfortunately have to leave a little sooner than I was planning to" a beat" My cat sitter had a last minute situation, and I won't be able to get a backup for milo and auggie until the end of the week between my schedule " A mock pout settled on her lips, "Which means... our sleepovers might have to be placed on hold until then after tonight"

Rhea had found the sweet-spot in their balance. She'd spend a night or usually two, or some weeks three, or during weekends when things aligned. It worked for them, for her and her own space and it was theirs. But sometimes, those plans would be cut short, and though it was a reality they were used to, that didn’t mean she had to be happy about the fact. She slept better during the nights she stayed at his place, stayed laying beside him as their thoughts would sometimes wander upon everything, anything and nothing at all. It was her favourite part. The late night calm outside, and just them, and nothing else, no matter where they were in the world. Their day was done, but until any part of slumber came, laughter or complete nonsense filled the air, it never failed to. she loved every part of it, and every part of him. @trecoolfms

[trecoolfms]

Tre let out an exaggerated, wounded gasp, one hand flying dramatically to his chest. "No breakfast audience?" he lamented. "Baby, do you know how hard it is to plate eggs when I'm trying to impress a very specific woman?" He shook his head with theatrical disappointment before the act melted away almost immediately. His smile softened, thumb absently brushing against the fabric of her sleeve. "Hey." His voice was quieter. "Come here." He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her properly against him until she was tucked into his side, resting his cheek against the top of her head for a long moment. "I know," he murmured. "That sucks. I'm gonna miss this." His fingers lazily traced circles against her back. "I know it's only a few days, and I know your boys come first. They should." A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'd never forgive Milo and Auggie if they starved because I was being selfish." He paused, brow furrowing just slightly as another thought settled in."But." His eyes drifted toward the ceiling. "It's weird. It feels weird now." He laughed softly under his breath, almost at himself. "There was a time where we'd go weeks without seeing each other and it'd just be... normal. Now two or three nights feels like forever." His fingers threaded absentmindedly through a strand of her hair. "I caught myself the other morning making enough coffee for two before I remembered you'd already left. Then I found one of your hair pins on the bathroom counter and actually got excited." He laughed again, quieter this time. "Which is probably the least rock-and-roll sentence I've ever said."

His gaze settled back on her. "I think," The words came slower, more careful "I've gotten real used to you being here. Not in a taking-you-for-granted way. In a... this feels right kind of way." His smile turned impossibly fond. "I like waking up and hearing you rummaging through my kitchen. I like finding your shampoo in my shower. I like that half my T-shirts have mysteriously migrated into your pajama rotation." He looked down at the oversized shirt she was wearing and smirked. "Actually, that one's yours. The boxers aren't, though." He pointed accusingly. "I'm starting to think you're building a wardrobe one sleepover at a time." The joke faded into comfortable silence as his thumb continued its lazy rhythm against her back. "We'll figure it out." He wasn't entirely sure what it was yet. He only knew he already found himself counting nights by whether she was beside him or not, and somehow, without either of them trying, the little routines between them had stopped feeling like visits. They'd started feeling like home.

[rhseehorn]

This is beginning to sound like one of those "witches potions" you'd pretend to make as a kid, except far worse... and you've potentially tampered with crime evidence. You think your mind would trick itself like they say your finger has the same consistency as a carrot ? I guess on the bright side, the dust candy would probably cover up whether or not the toe was hairy. I'm now gonna stop talking about this before i gross myself off our evening ice cream run, and i didn’t have a nap today so i'm really relying on this. For you, i'll make it three cherries, pretty boy. You think you can stay still for that long, cause if you move....you know i'll have to start over again, right ? pour more sprinkles on until there's none left. I'm precise on how i like to follow order here. It goes from mouse kiss, to turbo. Mouse, turbo. Then mouth to mouth to keep you alive.

[trecoolfms]

I mean, I never put toes in my mud pies Rhea. Where did you grow up again? You find many dismembered body parts while you were out playing? Did I ever show you the house near me that's haunted? It looks like nobody lives there, the curtains are always drawn, the yard is overgrown, a tree fell down and destroyed the fence three years ago and they never got it fixed, but their cans go out every garbage day. It gives me the heebie jeebies to walk past it. I mean, lucky for you our sundaes have never included carrots. Three cherries? Oh boy, I am a lucky clown indeed. I can stay still that long for you to make me a masterpiece. I selfishly want all of the kisses on the menu, please. I'll take one of everything.

[trecoolfms]

[trecoolfms]

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John, and me, and Ol Dillo 🤘

𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙍𝙋 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙁𝙍𝙋

[hemmngs]

mate, i gotta say, i'm never gonna r.i.p.? i've been blasting it on repeat since it came out. have you ever heard the term 'unc'? it's what the kids are are calling pretty much anyone over twenty-six these days, and while i unfortunately can't beat the unc allegations, you are far from it. teach me how to be cool, please. i want my daughter to grow up not being embarrassed of me. @trecoolfms

[trecoolfms]

I have never heard of this. Unc? Like uncle? Is it not cool to be an uncle these days? Uncles are the coolest people out there. Just ask my kids. I'm sure Mike and Billie's kids would agree that their Uncle Tre is their best Uncle. I mean I'll try, but the first rule of being cool is to stop giving a fuck about being cool. Embrace your weird and inject more whimsy into your day-to-day. Thanks for the praise for the song though, guy! I'm in the same boat honestly, I think it's pretty awesome. Nobody is a bigger Green Day fan than me.

[hayleymf]

I've finished tour for now. Got a month and a bit off which I'm thankful for. Right now I'm on a bit of a vacation with my boyfriend before we're required to be back in the real world. What have you been doing? I'm assuming causing trouble somewhere.

[trecoolfms]

How did it go? Are you happy? Only a month? You work so hard, bug! Oh to be young. Of course, I'm always doing side quests, and up to some trefoolery. I've been on stage a couple of times with the Chin Chins, we're getting pumped for our movie release, we dropped a new original song for it which has been very well received, my hottest homie got an Emmy nomination. Life is just beautiful.

[armstrongbillie]

Vibrating with excitement. I, yeah, that sounds right hahaha it’s gonna be a good time. Oscars? I don’t know, bud haha i think we’re just gonna have a good time with it. Who knows though! After all, we do have some good kids acting and we have ruffalos son in it. But I’ll be honest, I don’t think the Oscar’s want dudes like us brushing shoulders with their greats haha fucking imagine us sitting next to Christopher Nolan? I can’t with the thought alone haha 😂 we’re too wild for the Oscar’s haha I did! She spilled coffee all over me but it felt very on brand and we got a chance to talk. Once she knows because I had you first ;) haha no but really, I’m so glad you’re happy and seem to find your one. I’m intrigued how she’s gonna handle the Green Day tour life. I have a feeling she’s gonna be in her element.

[trecoolfms]

It'll come along in no time. C'mon man it's a cinematic masterpiece. Be positive! Oscars. Emmys. Grammys. People's Choice Awards. Next award season belongs to the Nimrods, baby! I want to get to the Oscars, I want to climb that giant gold man. I'm sure that's not the first time I've said that either. Yeah.. that sounds like my sprinkle! She's clumsy as all hell, but I love her. I'm real happy man, she gets on with Sara and Mickey loves her. She's already figuring out where her spot is gonna be when we're on stage. I think she'll fit right in with tour life.