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“frank bowers is awful” YEAH........... awful cute

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115 icons of frankie b in *vague hand gesture because i’ve forgotten the episode he first showed up in* up until episode 4 for general use!! some of them are kinda shitty but whatever. feel free to use/edit/whatever these to your heart’s desire. if you could like and/or reblog this, that’d be neat, but i really don’t care lmao i just like to see who is using my stuff. 

anyway, yeah just figured i’d throw these out there for y’all bc why not.

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@ofscma.

       “Regular business hours don’t apply today. Come back tomorrow.” Then again, Frank isn’t sure that he’ll be in the mood for seeing anybody then either. He’s got a lot of shit to think about.

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but yeah you can like this for a starter, i guess. i’ll be going between here and mike most likely & he’s my priority so don’t expect me to be Speedy.

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i’d like to apologize for my dog having no manners

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rach.

              “I gave you a lie in and bought you coffee. Be glad to see me.”  Who knows. One day she might just not come back. Then he’d feel like an asshole. Rachel puts the polystyrene cups down and proceeds to fold her arms across her chest. Huffing.   “What other stuff?”

        “Come here and maybe I’ll show you.” He’s not even going to comment on that lie in thing. Four hours is not a lie in. What world does Rachel Amber live in? Frank would shuffle to one side on the bed if it were any bigger, you know, as an invitation-- but it’s fucking tiny, like the rest of his RV, so she’s just going to have to deal with cuddling up real close. 

Which is where he likes her, honestly.

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rach.

            “Like. Ten in the morning.”   Look at that. She’s even giving him a kiss. Must be really hoping to make up for just shooting off. The blonde shrugs.  “Didya miss me?”

          “Miss you waking me up at 10AM? Not really,” he says. Forgive him, Rachel, he’s had a late night and only got like four hours of sleep. Frank huffs before he turns to sit up slightly. He is glad to see her, even if he’s not about to admit it quite yet. “Maybe some of the other stuff.” 

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rach.

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              “I brought coffee~”   Okay, little miss ‘disappear for a week without a word’. Nice comeback.

          “...--” 

She vanishes for an entire week without a word, then just shows up in his RV with coffee. Maybe Frank should be pissed but, hey, whatever. She’s her own person. 

                     “--Time is it?”

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OH my god i’m in i remembered my email god is real

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                                 don’t i, wolfie?

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okay this is a banter starter call that i’m gonna get to tomorrow, clearly. you can like this if we have multiple threads already, i’m chill with it. sorry for not getting these done today! i’m just having trouble concentrating lmao

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kris.

“ Yeah.. sorry. ” 

She really didn’t mean to annoy him. At his second statement her eyebrows  narrowed in confusion.

“ Why would you skip class? ”

Wow. Way to sound like a giant nerd, Kris.

             “Because I’m not here to learn about English?” 

He’s here for the science and the art, none of the other shit they try to make him learn. He doesn’t need to know about long-dead authors and poets, thanks. And, besides, if he just applies himself, then it won’t matter if he misses one class here and there. 

                     “Go to class if you want. I don’t give a shit.” 

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rachel.

She doesn’t know what she can tell him, honestly. There’s so much she’s keeping secret and she doesn’t know where to start. Doesn’t get it herself. Just a feeling she gets when she’s alone outside. Don’t get her wrong - she’s not a complete paranoid bitch that hates to be alone for fear of getting attacked on the street, but, someone’s out to get her. She isn’t crazy about that.          “People say I’m sleeping with one of my teachers. David Madsen has been hassling me about drugs ever since he picked me up. I owe some money. I feel like I’m going to die in Arcadia Bay. Literally die.” 

           “Rach, you’re not gonna die. Come on.” 

He knows that Blackwell’s shitty, knows that Arcadia Bay isn’t much better, but-- Jesus, it can’t be that bad, can it? Still, he already feels a little guilty about just writing her off that quickly. Frank likes to believe that Rachel’s always been straight with him, that he’s one of the few people in Arcadia that she can do that with. In turn, she’s the one person he’s straight with as well. 

When he speaks again, his voice is softer. 

                                “What’s going on? What’s got you thinking like this?”

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ofdarkrccms:

                                                                 Can anybody hear me?                                                          ( I’m hidden under ground. )                                                                 Can anybody hear me?                                                            (  Am I talking to myself? )

Saying,                        "Tag, you’re it;                                     tag, TAG, YOU’RE IT.“

HE’S saying, 

                              “tag, you’re it;                                            tag, TAG,YOU’RE IT. “

—- Indie Rachel Amber from Life is Strange;;          || Est. April 2015 || NSFW || Selective ||

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It’s 2 am and I’m trying to figure out how to take care of myself.

dsfunctional

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rachel.

              “Won’t happen again. Sorry.”   She brings her knees up to her chest and bows her head. Rachel still doesn’t want to go back. Guilt or no guilt. She wasn’t just imagining some of it. There really is something going on back there, whether she’s being a crazy bitch or not. She vows not to come running back to Frank again. She’ll find someone else she (kind of) trusts. Another friend. Rachel pushes herself up off the floor and walks over, stopping just in front of him with a sorry expression, lower lip pouted.      “Please don’t be mad at me. I was scared.”

           “Believe me, I know, I was there.” 

Scared of a little gossip and graffiti, but Frank doesn’t bring that up. Maybe it’s justified, maybe it’s not-- all that matters is that it freaked her out enough that she had to come to him and have him drive out of Arcadia for the night. He doesn’t really get it, if he’s being honest with himself. Everybody who talks about her only seems to have good things to say, but maybe Rachel’s just... ridiculously paranoid and insecure. 

He sighs, and gets to his feet. 

                                   “What’s going on with you, Rach?”