#freyatm

[lastflcwers]

* txt → freya

CAS: hey..

[maks-lawrence]

#&ツ (freya)

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

maks [11:48 am]: stop letting the dog chew the fucking furniture. u encourage it like it’s so fuckin cutemaks [11: 49am]: i know its u and bas is gonna be fucking pissed when he sees it

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

maks [3:04 pm]: did u take tony out while i was playing fifamaks [3:10]: he’s not at home did u take him out for insta pics againmaks [3:15pm]: answer your fucking phone freya.

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

maks [8:30 pm]: [video attached]maks [8:32 pm]: look who knows how to shake paws

[liighter]

          sat at the end of the girl’s bed, he’s visibly puzzled, staring at his phone like he’d been presented with a math problem. though in reality, the screen was alight with an invitation. one that he’d been expecting, but had forgotten about in his half-baked waking reality.  “  did you see the fucking cottage roommate list  ?  ”  he asked, brows raising as he threw a glance towards freya.  “  they have me in the same one as mimi, which is either a blessing or a curse, and it’s all up to  her.  ”  @freyatm​

[syd-belcourt]

They’d been sitting together, wedged in the corner of the stands while the game roared on. None of them truly knew what was going on, but they cheered loudly when Len and the rest of the cheerleaders threw their pom poms into the air and shared a flask with green apple flavoured vodka. The alcohol had a numbing effect. It blotted out the bitterness from the rival team and making their laughter flow easily, carrying them through the first part of the game and into what she assumed was the basketball equivalent of half time. People got up around them, seeking out washrooms, snacks and more drinks, but Syd leaned into Marlowe’s bare shoulder, blowing a raspberry against his bicep.

And now, the entries for the Radcliffe Art Contest!

The words over the speaker com made her sigh, she had expected this to happen but there was a twinge in her chest as she saw the tables roll out with entries. Marlowe’s heap of scrap metal, a large tree made of twine by a girl in their sculpture class, a hand reaching out of earth made from toothpicks and then, an empty table. The man pushing it out looked at it, puzzled, before he was ushered back into the hallway. The poster with her name on it flapped against his knees while he hurried out of sight. Sydney couldn’t help the way her lips twisted, curving down in a frown— she’d told herself that she wouldn’t react, but she remembered the way that the Dom had looked at her, horrified, when they’d lugged the metal frame from the earth. Someone had done it on purpose, they’d done it to upset her and they’d succeeded. She was upset.

Hazel eyes glanced over at Marlowe, whose own gaze seemed torn between the empty space that had been hers and Syd’s own, quivering lower lip. His hand reached for hers, cool from the multitude of rings he wore and she felt comforted by the squeeze. She let out a breath, offering him a smile before on the opposite side-- Freya glanced between the both of them.

@freyatm @jamesmarlowe

[altviktcrr]

fmk lana miles freya

“kill miles.”

( @milesaldn, @lanajvmeson, @freyatm)

[adiosgarcia-blog]

top 3 cuties on campus?

“Uh..shit, I guess Bev, Freya and saige?? I guess.”

@bevflanagan

@freyatm

@scige

[jackarchived]

who do you wanna get freaky in the sheets with that you haven't already

“Freya, Kelsey, Marlowe, Zeke, Rosa. If anyone from this list would get me in more trouble please page my secretary at Dick Sisters.”

 @freyatm​ @kelsmartin @jamesmarlowe @zekielvd @rosasamuels

[rosemaryfm]

u have to assemble a team of femme assassins. who would they be and what wld each use as a weapon of choice?

“freya and lana, obviously. they would have matching whips or paddles or whatever they have stored in their little office of theirs. delilah with razor sharp ballet slippers, i imagine it would be extremely elegant and horrifyingly bloody. june would be behind the scenes and not in the field, but still incredibly useful, i’m sure.”

( @freyatm, @lanajvmeson, @dlilah, @juneroth )

[lanamemories2]

Cary Garland the III. A rather effeminate name. Lana had told him, on first meeting, that it reminded her of a pussy-bow blouse. He didn’t appreciate it. After rapping knuckles at their makeshift office’s door in Paquin, he’d been milling the room without a settling point. Lana approached just as he lifted their framed photo of Viktor and gently bat it from his grip. Down facing. Temporarily disgraced. “So you wanted us to help you, then? Mizz Bradshaw?” Blinking at his bewildered expression, when he asked what she meant Lana simply scoffed, trading an over-the-shoulder glance at Freya. A wordless version of “should’ve known”. “Guess he’s more of a Miranda.” Sipping from her glass, fanned and elaborate for such a derelict building, Lana took a seat in one of their two airline chairs -- splurged on needlessly, lugged in by broad shouldered frat types more than willing to help, she’d set it up so her and Freya could pretend they were relaxing on a flight chartered elsewhere, served packaged peanuts and something chilled, high percentage. Rest of the world far away. Lana crossed a leg over, feather boa around her neck contradicting the serious pose. All business, suddenly. “Take a seat, Cary. Try not to jangle too much, though. So many coins in your pockets. Mr. Monopoly. So impressive.” A limp gesture of her glass indicated she was suggesting he use the giant pink yoga ball. Not so professional. “Might, like, limber up your groin, a little. Helps the creative process. Right, Freya? He looks kinda stiff. Not even in the fun way.” Not taking up the idea, Cary leaned against a wall with a clear of his throat. Adjusted his expensive watch. Addressed them both, eyes flitting. “Heard you girls provide a service, correct? Me and the boys... We’re looking. Got a rager coming. More of a private party, but... I could make an exception. If you could handle it, that is.” @freyatm​

[lastflcwers]

          weeks had passed since he’d last spoken to freya, or at least that was what it seemed like. leave to castor to be dramatic. he felt foolish, to the say the least. embarrassment wasn’t an emotion that the male had much experience with. enough time had lapsed now that his normal 3am routine of  half-existing  in the moris common area could recommence. which was exactly what the blonde had apparently concluded as well. body tensed when he saw her. if it weren’t for the direct eye contact they made, he would’ve fled before she could notice her was there, but there was no going back now.  “  im pretty sure i get dibs on this spot. i totally started coming here before you ever did,  ”  he stated, voice gruff.  @freyatm​

[maks-lawrence]

@freyatm

Dark eyes shifting to the round security mirror hung in the top corner of the store, Maks knew the blindspots of the tiny corner store like the back of his hand. With his back to the counter, he tucked a few items into the inside pocket of his jacket, lining the bomber with packets of candies, a battery pack, some vape fluid and a new lighter. He did it with practiced ease, precautions were a formality, he even knew the particular cashier who was more absorbed in their thrilling game of CandyCrush than store security. Something caught his eye, in the far right corner, dead centre of the security mirror. He swallowed up the distance in a few short strides, reaching out to pluck the package of coloured hair barrettes out of the blonde’s hand before it disappeared under her shirt. “You’re going to get caught,” he hissed, eyes narrowed. He motioned for her to follow him outside of the shop, leaning against the cracked vinyl siding with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing?”

[lcofowler]

who would you simp for

“I have a list - and I want everyone to know I already simp for these people, not would. It’s happening live in action. I’d like to start off with my boyfriend and girlfriend, it’s only right, I’m a gentleman. Freya, too. I think my dick grows by at least two inches just by being in her presence, she loves it that much. It’s fucking… like, the most heart warming thing, I think I’m in love with her. Philly. I shan’t elaborate. Jack’s been my best friend for a while but he’s also a great lay - R.I.P. to Jude Hayward but I’m different. Dom Evans, I think he’s maybe one of the prettiest men I’ve ever seen and I’ve gotten seriously aroused when he’s told me what to do before while destroying the halls of Perkins. Vitkor - duh. That’s my baby daddy, literally. I love Syd - I love her, I foam at the mouth every time we work a shift together, nothing ever gets done. Blake, I’m praying he’ll see the light one day. I feel like maybe I’m missing some people - oh yeah, the best Lawrence’s, Maggie and Maks. Love you guys!”

@zekielvd @lanajvmeson @freyatm @philcmena @jackhvll @domfm @viktcrr @syd-belcourt @knoxblake @maggotlaw @maks-lawrence

[syd-belcourt]

@freyatm​

“Babe,” Syd said, looking dubiously at her still full glass of rose, “It’s like, Wednesday.” She swirled it in her grip, before tucking her feet under her on top of the duvet. The two had decided to set up in Perkins, under the guise that they were going to watch a movie-- but Freya’s influence had quickly transformed what was going to be an innocent night in into an impromptu night out. “I don’t even have anything to wear,” the brunette complained, avoiding shifting her attention towards the open closet doors that seemed to suggest the opposite.

[altviktcrr]

( @freyatm​ )

“Freya - Freya,” It’d been like this the entire day, now - Viktor catching sight of Freya, trailing after her like a lost dog - like the lovers of scorned women; losing her, somewhere, along the way each time. “Christ’s fucking - sake - Freya -” he shouldered the resident walking opposite of them, in the narrow hallway - sent them flying back, almost, stumbling over their own feet like a fool, small ‘hey man!’ lost in the air - Viktor long gone, now, grazing past Freya to step in front of her, hand on the frame of her door, “Can you just - can you just fucking, listen to me - please?”

[liighter]

three people you'd like to hook up with that you haven't already?

“  um, literally every single girl i lay my eyes on  ?  but in like, a respectful way. but okay... names... suddenly i can’t remember a single human being i’ve ever come into contact with, um.  ”  he stirs his drink.  “  lydia, for one, cause we had that date one time and honestly she’s just a cool ass girl. also romy, for no real reason at all. i don’t think we’ve even spoken before but i just like her energy. and number three uh, can i choose any of mimi’s friends  ?  freya, lana, bev... any blonde girl she decides to claim in the future. does that make me shitty  ?  ”

@rosemaryfm @andrcmda @mimimartincz​ @freyatm @lanajvmeson @bevflanagan

[rosasamuels]

“C’mere!” Poking her head out of the door to her dorm once Freya texted her that she was outside, Rosa tugged her inside with an excited grin on her face, “Remember that dude that buys alcohol for underage kids that lives down the hall from me? Think he was, like, astronomically high when he got back. Left about six bottles just outside his room, forgot to even bring them in - snagged some vodka off him. We can make a night of it.” @freyatm​