#fran.

"well," fran began as she let out a big sigh of frustration and upset. "looks like we are snowed in for a few days." she stated out loud, looking out the window and shifting between that and the weather app on her phone. "none of this will be plowed or melted for days since we're in the middle of nowhere," she continued, facing her wife now as she let out another sigh. "i'm gonna miss filming. shit," she said out of frustration, pacing a bit now. "my agent is gonna kill me." / @serxndipities

"who are we kidding? i think we were being a little too optimistic thinking this could work between us."

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ "luz,"  fran  started  softly,  setting  the  mug  down  on  the  kitchen  counter  a  little  harder  than  she  meant  to.  the  sound  echoed  through  the  kitchen,  sighing  softly  afterwards.  "i  know  you  were  only  trying  to  help.  i  know  that,"  she  was  trying  to  sound  calm,  but  the  worry  underneath  was  clear.  "but  now  the  school's  calling  again,  and  apparently  he  used  those  some  moves  on  another  kid."  she  began  to  rub  her  temples,  trying  to  keep  herself  steady  and  at  peace.  "this  isn't  what  he  needed.  he  doesn't  need  to  learn  how  to  fight  harder---he  just  needs  to  feel  safe.  and  i  just...  i  don't  know  how  we  fix  this  without  making  him  feel  like  we're  both  pulling  him  in  opposite  directions." / @scftlightz

“Why not?” He finally concedes, taking his hat off of his head and holding it out to Francis. “Give ‘er a feel. She sure is soft, ain’t she?”

“Y’ain’t gonna leave me t’eat all this cake by my damn self now, are ya? Ya get extra special privileges f’yer my birthday twin, afterall.” Butch isn’t going to bother sharing how he knows this information either…

“I had a run in with a fairy, l’right? Go ‘head and’ gawk—get it outta yer system.”