reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

just tried to show my older brother something while my little brother tried to show me something. poetic cinema in motion

[reggiefalvey]

"You wouldn't be you if you weren't a raging bitch half the time," Reggie says, his light tone indicating that he found that aspect of her endearing, like most aspects of her. He listens as intently as he can for someone who was always thinking of ten things at once, taking in the tidbits she shares with him though he wonders if the highlights left out anything significant.

"Nah, you'll handle it, you always do." His newly acquired ice-cream had melted to something closer to a soft-serve consistency, causing him to take another scoop of it before the digging he starts to do has nothing to do with his little wooden spoon and ice-cream tub. "Where's that big lug that's always following you around at these days?"

Though he's rarely the most perceptive person in the room, Reggie found it hard to miss when someone didn't fuck with him and Samar had always felt like he fit squarely in that bracket.

@ingridlczano

"I have my moments. Don't make that known though; I like the reputation I have as a raging bitch," she joked, grinning at him before turning her attention to the less-than-appetizing ice cream he had chosen. "Well, I'm still working at the bakery and the club. Reya's going to be off to school next year, so I might find a place to stay with Dean downtown. I'm excited, but also—I already can see myself panicking over all these changes, so," she shrugged. "You haven't missed much."

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

Though lunchtime seemed like the optimal time to go get lunch -- all in the name -- Reggie hadn't factored in that just about everyone else would have the same idea which left him twisting in the wind in an almost literal sense as he tried to scope out a place to sit in the diner.

He's just about to give up and breeze through Lunch Box when an offer he wouldn't refuse floats his way.

"You sure?" He checks, glancing at how she she seemed to have a study session in full swing in front of her on the table. There was more books present than he had read in full in the last year.

( Or three, if he was fully honest with himself. )

"I should have asked you to force me, actually, that could have been hilarious," He says as he moves to seat himself, marking the page that was open with his finger on the textbook that he lifts and then holds in the air, unsure of where to put it. "Where do you want this?"

@frankiexshen

open starter ! ( @providencepeakstarters ) location ; the teacher's lounge !

Somewhere between her third cup of coffee and fifth painstaking redraw of a diagram she wanted to memorize, Frankie decided that studying in public was either the best or worst decision she'd ever been capable of making. She felt at least marginally guilty about the fact that she had two textbooks open across the length of her table and notes covering almost every other available inch of space― the diner had been blissfully quiet when she'd gotten in but felt remarkably more crowded as she glanced up and finished her coffee. "Bloody hell," Frankie muttered under her breath, meeting the gaze of someone who seemed to be searching for a seat and raising a hand to catch their attention. "Did you want a seat? I can... straighten up this disaster zone a bit and you're welcome to join me. If you'd like, obviously, I can't exactly force you." Truth be told, she needed to take a bit of a break and the distraction of company was a welcome one in her mind if she could get it.

[reggiefalvey]

"Really?" Reggie says, though he hopes the offer wouldn't be walked back on the basis of his surprise. The turn his life had taken in the last three months had made him comfortable with expecting the worst from the world and the people in it, so the small reminder to not become so complacent with his own cynicism was a welcome switch up.

"A latte would be great, I usually function better with one." Especially on days when he had forgotten to take his meds, which just so happened to be the case on that one.

"Thanks for this. I swear I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body."

@meicarrillo

Mei was picking up bagels and other baked treats for her family that morning. She had gotten up earlier than normal unable to fall back asleep so she took it upon herself to do something useful. It would be a good surprise for her kids, one any two six-year-olds would love. She had been picking out a dozen mixed treats when she got to the register she heard the question being presented. Mei of course didn't mind, it was human decency to agree. She herself would want someone to do so for her. " Of course, I can totally do that. " Mei said as she ushered the cashier to put their orders together. " Can I also have a small coffee, would you like a coffee? " She asked knowing her brain didn't work without the warm dark liquid.

[reggiefalvey]

"I guess I could owe you one and you can cash it for not cash whenever you want, but it's starting to feel like one of those sign your soul to the devil type deals." He jokes, being reminded again of a similar sentiment he had seen on a quote tweet of his show's billboard that had inferred he had landed the gag through anything but talent and merit.

( 'Insane monkey paw for the annoying half of CYM'. )

"Honestly, at this point, I'm just used to it. Important shit's backed up to the cloud, the rest was meant to be lost to the ether." That's what he told himself, at least. The more pressing loss at that moment was the idea that he might not get the double espresso he ordered, which had him pressing his palms together like he's in prayer as he faces her. "Take some pity on a caffeineless fella with not even an Samsung to his name right now."

@ashfrank

"What if I don't want your money to barter here Falvey? What could you offer me instead?" she said with a smirk. Oh, how Asher was going to enjoy this and milk it for every possible second she could get. Working at the radio station these last six years have been nothing but challenging yet joyous moments. Proving her capabilities to be the music director was no easy feat, but the promotion at the beginning of the year had left her floating on cloud nine.

Reggie was a nice addition to the team and the charisma remained even post his blow-up with his viral moments with his own personal ventures. Asher liked what they brought to the studio and did her best to tune in regularly to his time slot. "How have you not combust nor located your phone yet dude? Are you okay?"

[reggiefalvey]

closed for: @estherclements

where: reggie's kitchen @ the falvey-braley mojo dojo casa house

"Can I try it yet?" Reggie asks for a second time in ten minutes, patience not a virtue anyone would ever attest to him possessing, especially when Estie was cooking for him. His hand lands on her hip as his circling comes to an end with him looming behind her at the stove, inadvertently playing a game of chicken with himself and a utensil on the counter to not grab it and give himself permission for a taste without waiting for one.

[reggiefalvey]

Reggie: Googling might be your lived experience but some of us don't forget our roots 🤨 Reggie: I was cutting about this town in my Welsh rugby jersey, you couldnt miss me I was a blur of red Reggie: Cleanse??? Lie again, I know you're still creeping Reggie: I saw you accidentally like my last grid pic

ELIJAH: Stop acting like u didn't google what Twmffats means 2 secs ago .. ELIJAH: Twat ELIJAH: what did U do for st. davids then id Love to hear it

[reggiefalvey]

"Whelmed is on the money." Reggie whispers back though he isn't sure why they're speaking in hushed tones, but he went with it anyway. He's got a sneaking suspicion that there may be some work on commission at work in the store, because he's never met someone as passionate about mattress strings as a pixie haircut sporting employee named Olivia who had trapped him for six minutes to give him a too in depth rundown of two mattresses he ended up not liking.

He had narrowly escaped back to Emmy.

"Cleaning the frame?" He implores, as though it was a new concept to him -- it was -- before he finds himself catching a stray. It lands like a bullet and he shakes his head at her.

"Woah, what the fuck, I'm practically six foot."

Depending on which app he was using, he did clear six feet, the two he had generously given himself was for whoever he was talking to to discover if they took it offline.

"I'm a very respectable height, your concept of height is just thrown off because giants walk among us in this town and we just let them. I'd have rallied the villagers and the pitchforks by now."

The siege would have to start with Atlas Williams which was unfortunate because he rather like the man, but 6'5 was excessive.

( Jail! )

Before Emmy can come for him again, he practically launches himself backwards, directly onto a king sized mattress with a steep price to reflect the fact it was memory foam. There was no obvious bounce of his body hitting it like he expected, and he wiggles around a little to try and get a feel for it.

"Check this one out. This is niiiiiice. Do you think if you laid on it too long your body might make an outline like when cops do it around a body in chalk in TV shows?"

@reggiefalvey

If she had to pick one rollercoaster of a friendship out of them all, it would always be Reggie; a man who went from fuck buddy to someone she helped furniture shop in what seemed like no time at all. In reality, it'd been years, but she was never good at keeping track of time when everything in her life seemed to be moving at lightspeed. Worrying about someone else's commitment to some sort of stability was far better than worrying about her own.

"Can my answer just be whelmed? Is that the middle?" Emmy chanced a whisper in her direction, as though any store associate would hear her and immediately change that. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be busy or not interested in talking about their thousands of good deals on the market right now to pressure them into purchasing a certain bed. The last thing she wanted was to listen to a spiel about the advantages of certain beds that would cost a fortune and then have to explain that she and the man beside her didn't have to agree on a bed because they weren't married, despite what the ring on her finger showcased. Though, pretending they were married wasn't out of the normal for them — she was always willing to help out a friend when they needed, especially if that included getting them out of an insufferable date.

Her gaze fell in the direction he pointed in, expression immediately scrunching at the bed he was talking about. "Can you imagine cleaning that? Talk about dust city. You don't want that one." She waved him off; if she was going to be stuck in the furniture store looking at beds all day, she might as well help him. "Plus, can you even reach the top of a four poster to dust? You're like... four feet tall."

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise I needed a spray tan to be dinner ready. Next time we go out to eat I'll make sure to look like I just stepped off of Jersey Shore."

Gym, Tan, Laundy had been a mantra he had adopted from that very same show for a solid portion of 2010, but he's not about to let Cynthia know that. That was between him and his time in Ibiza.

He eyes her suspiciously, not quite buying her mozarella philanthropy. He plucks one from the basket and bites half of it off, the minor cheese pull cooperating her story somewhat. A still suspect 'uh huh' sound can be heard as he chews, the second half of the stick getting dunked in the marinara sauce beside it before it's down the hatch in the same way.

"Amethyst wishes they had merch like this." More than that, Reggie wishes he had been allowed a chance at designing some when the band was still active. The knock offs that he had commissioned for shits and giggles were better than any that had been officially released, according to him.

"I have no idea what this is. It's not mine." He assumed that much was obvious, but he confirms it nonetheless as he wipes away the remnants of breadcrumbs on his finger tips with a napkin before the feel of it on his skin could start to wig him out.

"I had a very beautiful encounter with a young lady who was so devastated by the idea of it ending she just had to keep something of mine. So I took something of hers."

Like most tales he told, they fell into the category of tall by virtue of the key details he omits.

"Don't tell mum."

@cynthiafalvey

So scratch what she'd thought about Reggie being fashionably late.

Cynthia didn't dignify his question with an answer, opting instead for a long, pointed sip from the straw of her Dr. Pepper that she continued to stare at him over the top of. She found herself wishing suddenly that it was a beer, already able to tell that she'd be needing one by the time she was ready for her next refill.

(Eyes narrowing as she read the words that were plastered too tightly across her brother's chest for the first time, she might actually be needing that beer much, much sooner.)

"Yes, I'm quite familiar with the concept of a crop top, thank you, Reginald." Her foot caught his ankle sharply beneath the table. "But it's also fifty degrees out and I think I've just been blinded by how pale you are. You're practically radiating. Jesus. My poor eyes."

Cynthia wasn't a prude. She'd been out in much, much less in much colder weather. And it wasn't his modesty she was concerned for--Reggie would have had to have any left to begin with for that to be the case--but rather her own selfish desire to, say, eat her pizza with someone who didn't look like he was too old to be an extra on the set of Euphoria?

"Did you take your own advice?" Her eyebrow raised, gesturing with her chin to the dump him text on the shirt, as the red plastic basket was nudged closer towards the middle of the table. "I ordered them for you, and they're still hot. You're welcome."

She knew better than to assume he'd want any of her salad, so the bowl remained firmly in front of her as she attempted to spear a crouton onto the end of her fork.

"It's a good color on you, actually. The blue, not the orange." Cynthia clarified, her attempt at doing better. "But don't tell me this is some deep cut Amethyst merch that I trauma blocked from my memory?"

Or at least that she would certainly be trying to now, right there alongside the Elijah Falvey edit that had sneak attacked it's way onto her TikTok FYP.

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

"I think that's law of attraction, or something like that." Or he had seen something about saying yes to the universe and had equated the two in his mind after finding out, definitively, that law of attraction wasn't about being so attractive it was criminal.

Not only was this Erol surprisingly kind, he also seemed to be more knowledgeable than Reggie was in the very thing he wanted a recommendation on. He could have asked the cashier, but he had a sneaking suspicion that would be how he would end up paying through the nose for something overpriced.

"It's for a friend, we got into a stupid fight and I was an asshole about it." Story of his life. "So I want something that will say, I know I was a dick, I won't do it again. Hopefully."

@eroltilki

Erol snorted.

It felt a bit like a laugh his brain had decided at the last possible second didn't actually need to happen but the near-laugh had shifted into something else and Erol found himself cleared his throat as he fought not to laugh again. "I guess I'm just an anomaly for this shit― I don't think I'd have said no," He mused. He'd definitely done the same thing multiple times― it felt a little like a right of passage for scatterbrained folks or something and he couldn't fault the guy for it even if he'd wanted to.

"Fair enough, man― I figure everyone has weird days and I like to be helpful when I can," Erol explained, gesturing broadly with one hand as he spoke. It was the understatement of the century, by all accounts, but Reggie was a stranger and he wasn't about to go into all of the reasons he enjoyed helping people if he wanted to get out of the interaction without delving into his entire life history. "I know enough to try and give you advice that doesn't totally suck," He said with a smile. "What're you getting it for? That's probably the easiest place to start."

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

"Bristol? Like the city in England?" Reggie asks, hoping the question didn't sound rude as he glanced at the source of conversation while he waited at the phone case kiosk for a new screen protector to be put on his second new phone of the year. He had passed through Bristol once on his travels, finding himself on a night out on the same night a bar decided to play Africa by Toto for twelve hours straight which felt like a good representation of the vibe of the city to him.

( He had been drunk enough at the time that it had taken him almost forty-six minutes to go 'wait, they played this one already'. )

"That's a cool spot. Cool name too," He adds, so she doesn't think he's dragging it. Glancing down at the friendship bracelet that was in his hand so he could fix it back on his wrist after it slipped off, he shook his head, the bright pink of the strap as unmissable as the R-E-G-I-E that was spelled out on it in alphabet beads. He didn't quite have the heart to tell his brother's step-daughter that his name had two G's, so he supposed his name was Regie now.

"This? No, be dope if they did because these things are having a moment right now. Big up Taylor Swift." He slides it back on his wrist then, careful to make sure it was after his watch so it couldn't slip off again. "My niece made it for me while showing me how to and insisting I make one for her too."

Which he gladly had done.

Despite a certainty that the woman's face wasn't ringing any bells for him, Reggie has a nagging sense of déjà vu at the sound of her voice, like he's heard it before.

"Are you from here then?"

@carmencarrillo

𝙒𝙃𝙊: @providencepeakstarters (1/3 SPOTS TAKEN) 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀: Skyline Shopping Center

"Ooh, I think that's the cutest thing I've ever seen and I can guarantee you my daughter Bristol would love that." Carmen smiled, looking at the other. Carmen loved shopping. She was typically more of a thrift shop kind of person, especially with the price of things these days, but, she did love the mall every once in awhile, and, it was an easy place to take Bristol as the mall in Providence had plenty of places to rest if she needed to; not to mention it was easy navigation for her wheelchair if they needed it. Today, though, Carmen was out alone, picking up a last minute shirt for a school project that was needed. "I love that color too. Did you get it here in the mall?" she asked, clearly referring to the object in the other person's hand. "I always see so many people in here finding the cutest things."

[reggiefalvey]

"And you're a saint, they should build status in your likeness." Reggie fawns, letting her deal with the rest of his poor selection while he happily tucked into the strawberry scoops she had got which tasted infinitely better on his tongue. He's grinning at Ingrid from behind his spoon as he wastes not a lick, getting to spend more than a flying visit in presence a rare upside to his recent move.

"You've got to fill me in on your life, there's only so much I can piece together from Instagram stories. Give me the highlights."

@ingridlczano

"Your feeling is wrong, I told you not to get that colored shit," Ingrid complained, already devouring a spoonful of her own ice cream, green hues glancing over at him with no regrets. "You're such a pain in the ass, you know?" she muttered, thinking that she could keep up her cruel attitude for slightly longer before she just placed her cup on the table for him to take. "Give me that. We're not wasting any food on my watch. Next time, if you don't listen to me, you're getting smacked."

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

"I think I could bring wallet chains back as a trend if I really committed to the bit."

The bit was about all Reggie could sincerely commit to, evidenced by way he nudged the side of Fletcher's shoe with his army green croc, the very same color he imagines his roommate must be with envy to be taking shots at his shoewear.

"The croc speaks for itself."

In this case, he meant that literally, his 'If you ain't crocin' you ain't rockin'' jibbitz discernible on the front of his right shoe. He doesn't wait for the offer of a bag that he knows isn't coming his way given how unimpressed the cashier was growing with the pair of them, taking each of his drinks in hand and cradling his Takis at his side as he follows Fletcher outside to the cool evening air.

With no other plan decided for his night, there's no real reason for him to decline, other than he hadn't watched any Letterkenny despite Fletcher's recommendation of it several times.

"Fine, deal. But don't get pissy if and when I ask you a bunch of questions about who's who and what's going on."

He has to manoeuvre his items in his hold so he didn't lose the can when he opened the Mountain Dew to take a swig of it as they made their way to their shared home in Bighorn Hills, the traipse passing with a variety of idle chat, including a question that left Reggie's mouth as soon as it crossed his mind upon their place coming into view.

"You ever think to yourself, damn, we live in the exact kind of spot where if someone wanted to do their own version of The Strangers, this would the exact door they'd knock on?"

@fletcher-braley

Reggie would lose his head if it weren't attached to his body. Fortunately for him, Fletcher's more than positive he's heard it more times than he can count on two hands. It has him generously sparing Reggie of the all too-overused saying

He does, however, tack on, "If you're losing wallets now, might be a good idea to invest in a wallet chain." Is he? Or is it just conveniently forgotten? Fletch produces his own and taps it to the card reader for the bank card in the outermost slot to be read. "You can't argue about it not looking fashionable when you wear crocs, that argument is pointless."

A nod of 'thanks' and a pass of judgment to Reggie's pile of sugar, salt, and more sugar, Fletch begins to collect his items — the ones that are just on par as Reg's in terms of nutritional value. Fletcher would argue that at least he has a dash of protein.

(Probably just as bad in terms of salt and preservatives, so it's not a debate he's willing to start.)

"C'mon. Quit playing Tetris and let's leave the poor cashier to finish the shift in peace." The bell to the door jingles when Fletch props it open enough for a brisk breeze to chill him in moments. Oh, how he can't wait for the spring to thaw this part of the world. He begins to hum the Jeopardy theme.

"Then onto our next adventure, and I hope it's the kind that's heading back home, because a Letterkenny binge is in the plans for my evening."

@reggiefalvey

[reggiefalvey]

anonymous requested ⤵ DYLAN O'BRIEN as MITCH RAPP — AMERICAN ASSASSIN (2017) dir. Michael Cuesta

[reggiefalvey]

reggie 📲 reggie rescue squad.

Reggie: Stop changing the name back to this Reggie: Didn't see any St. David's Day posts from either of you 🤨 Reggie: Twmffats

[reggiefalvey]

What a day to be sporting his Ameatiest shirt.

The faded black t-shirt was an unofficially licensed one that depicted the members of Amethyst as different types of edible meat centric foods, which made for an amusing time every time Eli threw a hissy fit about being an off-brand Big Mac with eyes and his haircut from the album cover it was an ode to, but Reggie finds himself feeling oddly silly as he comes face to face with the hotdog on his shirt in human form.

Like with most things, Reggie had been in another part of the world when the crash that altered the band and it's members lives had happened. He kept it that way, leaving every other Falvey to pick up the pieces while he did his best to pretend like nothing happened to avoid how thinking of how close he had come to losing his brother made his chest feel like it might cave in.

Death and disbanding had meant that people who he had a peripheral awareness of in the parameters of his life like Roman and Kaya had become ghosts of sorts -- Harrison in the literal sense -- voices he had gotten used to hearing in the background of phonecalls and main characters of tour tales that had mostly ceased to be.

With a mind that tried to think on one hundred things around him at once, he rarely paid much mind to those poltergeists of the past, unless unable to avoid it like that exact moment.

"'Sup man," He greets, his unsureness at what the state of his and Eli's friendship was making him even less sure about how to be around him, cordial felt like a safe bet. That could have been the end of it, and Reggie would have gladly let it be so, if hadn't been impossible to miss the movement of Roman's hands. He knew that pat down all too well, the no-one's-ever-needed-nicotine-more-than-me pocket dive.

He's always got a pack of Marlboro Reds on him, mostly to use the tobaco inside when he rolled a joint, but they came in handy for places like this where a cigarette break felt far more appropriate than stepping outside to light up a spliff.

( He would wait until his feet were a little further under the table at his new gig before he started pushing limits. )

He retrieves the pack from his back pocket, at least sixteen remaining in it after a quick stock take once he flipped open the lid, glancing from them to Roman.

"I was just about to head up for one, if you want." He says over his shoulder as he continues on his merry way towards the staircase that weaved up to the roof which was his favorite spot to smoke, leaving it to Roman to decide.

@rcmandaniels

→ 98.6 the peak. closed for @reggiefalvey

Whoever invented the mandatory meeting definitely had their own circle of hell, dedicated just for them. Or, because they did such a good job at torturing people, maybe there was a commemorative statue built for them in the underworld. Roman chose to believe the former, imagining all the different ways such a person would be tortured as the producers of his show droned on about listeners and interactivity and other bullshit he didn’t quite care for.

Honestly it wasn’t like he wanted this show in the first place, he had literally said “I don’t care” when Ophelia asked him what he’d like to do, and after pulling some strings he ended up in a small recording studio, droning on about classic rock and conducting awkward interviews. He wasn’t a personality fit for the radio, he wasn’t loud or eccentric or charming. The only reason they hadn’t fired him was his D-List celebrity status, probably. Oh, and the arm thing. That always earned him pity points when he wasn’t acting on his best behaviour.

He was an adult, he could always quit. Encourage them to find someone better.

Roman was pondering this after finally being released from the meeting, glancing up as he made a turn in the narrow corridor, quickly side-stepping to not avoid the oncoming man. But he made the mistake of staring a second too long, his brain recognising the man’s features and his stomach dropped. Reggie Falvey. He knew he had a show here, through work gossip, in addition to seeing a billboard downtown  (funnily enough, to his great relief, Roman’s show had no off-radio advertisements. It’s like they knew the lack of potential). But they had yet to cross paths, due to the different times they were both on-air. Another relief, considering who his brother was. The thought of Elijah made his stomach turn. Today was just getting better and better.

“Alright mate?” He said politely, not slowing his pace, not even directly looking at him, fumbling in his pants pockets for his pack of cigarettes, cursing under his breath when he realised that, of course because the universe was fucking with Roman Daniels today, that he had left them in the meeting room, stopping in his tracks and glancing back, silently debating if it was worth spending any more time here to snatch them back, or just to buy a fresh packet elsewhere.

[reggiefalvey]

Reggie: It might Reggie: I do have a way you can make it up to me though

Estie: i am, i’m really really sorry reg Estie: i should have just stayed so we could talk, it was stupid of me Estie: i can apologize in person if that would help