so, i’m sorry for the lack of everything on this blog. i’ve just gone from being super sick to brokenhearted and depressed to a point i couldn’t function at all. i’m happy to say that taking the time to work on myself has helped a ton. i finally came to a place i haven’t been in years. it seems to be better most days, but it’s far too soon to tell if i’m truly alright. for now, i am happy. i have a great new guy in my life and he doesn’t treat me like yesterday’s garbage, so there’s that. anyway, enough about my personal life and back to the real issue here. i’ll be doing the little i have in drafts and possibly putting them on queue. i’m more logged on my dean blog mobile wise all the time, so you can message me there. it’s in my mun page. i have work the next five-six days, so i won’t be on much unless i’m not completely exhausted, but i am around keeping up on things. it’s just been a really rough few weeks for me. i promise you though i’m not abandoning frank. i just need to get myself in order before i can be focused on all of you lovely people.

dontbooboyfriends:

                 “ Do you want a gift-basked?  I could write a card, too.                I’ll use your words. Thanks for the raunchy sex, Frank,                here, have some cupcakes and flavored lube. Is that                what you want?”,    he pushed himself up,    the sheets                sliding down but still covering his crotch as he reached                out to pull at the fabric of Frank’s button-up, pulling him                closer again. “Do you want a well done kiss? Say the                word and you’ll get it, but… ‘m not quite sure if you could                handle it without getting a hard-on again.”

          “Don’t flatter yourself, hair gel.” Frank smirked as he was pulled             down, a hand resting against the mattress to prop himself up. He             stalled another moment, taking in the younger man’s facial features             before he leaned in just slightly, their lips barely touching. “If I get             another hard-on, it’s ‘cause I haven’t gotten laid in awhile and you             take it like a pro. That’s all.” His tongue flicked out over Connor’s             bottom lip then, leaning forward more to hover over the other before             kissing him.

i have come down with the worst sort of stomach virus ever and haven’t really moved or eaten much in two days, but i’m going to attempt working tomorrow and getting back into the swing of things so we’ll see how that goes. no worries, i’m still here and i’ve got things in drafts. i’m checking up on here occasionally. <3

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kittybvlla:

@dirtylawyer

“Oh so you must be Frank. I’ve heard a lot about you. My friends have a big mouth and y’know when you have friends who know  people such as yourself word gets around and I just had to see what all the talk was about. –I’m Nicole.”

        “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Probably a little           bit of both. Either way, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Nicole. I’ve           got a few clients that I’m sure are friends of yours considering           they’ve told you about me. I can assure you, everything you’ve           heard is probably true.”

queensbishop :

  She rolled her eyes ( of course she did – how ELSE was Bonnie Winterbottom to react ? ),   and ended the motion looking away from him.  She stared at one of the book spines without   really seeing the title.  Maybe it would have been nice to believe him — MAYBE — but she   didn’t.  Maybe she couldn’t.  Maybe she’d NEVER been able to.  Nice intentions and pretty   words don’t mean a thing in a world of deception and knives; this is a philosophy she had   always known in her heart of hearts, but didn’t feel the need to share with the class. No, she   preferred to play the game of life with her cards close to her chest.  She didn’t need to talk to     a n y o n e .  Especially not HIM.  Especially not  N O W.  Instead, she scoffed.

                        “ When I left this office yesterday, you couldn’t stand me.  Now —— what ?                            You find out what I can do, what I’m capable of, and suddenly I M A T T E R                            to you somehow ? ”

                     “No.”

     He paused, still trying to work out the kinks of all of this. Why he suddenly      cared? He couldn’t understand it, but there was that tiny part of guilt he held      because he’d started this domino effect in a way by working for Sam that night.      Sure the money was good, but everything after was just karma mocking him.      He couldn’t even deal with Laurel and her back and forth on him every night.

     He’d never had a problem with not caring and now suddenly he felt everything.      To be completely honest, he wished it all would just stop. He wished he could go      back to how things were. Back when he didn’t care if someone lived or died.      Back when fucking around meant absolutely nothing to him. Back when Bonnie      wasn’t killing people to prove points or whatever the hell it was.

                   “It shouldn’t matter why I care. It should just matter that I do at all.                      I see how hard Annalise is being on you, Bonnie. No one likes that.                      No one deserves that. You can barely even look at me the same                      anymore. You can’t keep this all in ‘cause it’s only gonna get worse.                      Unless that’s what you want? Do you want to become this monster?                      It’s not going to make the pain go away, let me tell you. It makes it                      worse. You’ll wake up one day and hate yourself. Regret everything.                      You think you’re miserable now? Give it a few years down this road.                      You ain’t gonna like it.”

            You didn’t ruin me. 

Reblogging here too.

Apparently God hates me bc I’m coming down with the flu or something. I have one more day of work then I’m off until Tuesday. I’ll post where I can. Have a good one. ♡

dontbooboyfriends :

                           “yeah get out and make sure no one knows about this                            and don’t get too smug about it. this whole talk about                            naked nate and whatnot… – sue me, my penis wants                            what it wants and you? You fuck pretty well.”

          “get out? not even a thanks for the dirty, raunchy sex? jeez.             you really are ice cold.” he teased, “you’re damn right i fuck             well. but-- so do you. you don’t gotta worry about me talking.             i know when to keep my mouth shut, unlike some people.”

KatieQLowes: @TheCharlieWeber cheesin’, @RestingPlatypus platypussin’. #TGIT #HTGAWM 

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          “think it’s better that i go. wouldn’t want to give off the wrong idea, y’know?                     thanks again, though. didn’t think you’d be calling me a second time.”

Just finished watching ep. 2 *w*

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connorwalshisgr8 :

Looking at Frank wasn’t an option at this point and a vulnerable Connor crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself and looking down at the floor beside him. He was pissed, he was annoyed, and he didn’t like feeling so small.

Hearing Frank mention Oliver again made him scoff under his breath. The guy just didn’t get it, did he? Oliver was off limits. Why? Because he wasn’t involved with the Keating 5 and they should all just leave him out of it. There was no way in hell Connor was letting Oliver be mentioned in the firm, or involved with the firm officially.

“What does it matter if we’re dating or not?” Simple question. It didn’t. Connor kept his arms around himself but he did manage to look at Frank as he spoke. “He doesn’t work for Annalise. He doesn’t work for you. So neither one of you needs to mention him.” And the twenty five year old had a point. “We don’t even know if this was really his mistake and even if it was, he doesn’t get paid for what he does for us.” Connor paid him, not with cash or credit and he was glad to pay off the debt.

When Frank apologized, Connor just shook his head. It wasn’t really Frank’s fault, Connor could admit (at least to himself) that he was sensitive when it came to Oliver. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Was his response to Frank’s apology. “He’s dating a model.” He didn’t know why he said that. Probably because he was a model, and he was large and black, which made Connor a little bit self-conscious (not that he would admit that, of course).

“I’ll call him. See what I can do about the information. I’ll see if I can get him to hack into the company again.”

Arms around himself, Frank knew it was because he was feeling a certain way and out of courtesy, he stepped back slightly to give the other room. He wasn’t even sure why, not like he cared much for personal space, but he could see the frustration in the younger man’s face.

Why did it even matter? He shouldn’t care whether Connor or any of the others dated other people outside of the office or not. It wasn’t his business, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoyed the gossip.

“Mistake or not, we can’t keep relying on him. It’s small issues like this that don’t work in your favor when Annalise gets a hold of them. You’re lucky it’s just me who caught this because she’d rip your ass apart in front of everyone with the mood she’s been in. You’ve seen how angry she gets when we mess up even a little. And for what you’re doing to get all this? I’d be extra careful with her. Especially because this is about her.”

He listened and shook his head, not sure why the details of Connor’s life were in need of discussion although, he didn’t mind it. There was a tiny part of him that was glad for the news, but he’d never mention it or make it obvious. Last thing he needed was more complications other than Laurel and his own ex.

“Don’t bother. I’ve got my own ways of getting into the company, but that stays between you and me. Got it?” He smirked, pulling out his phone to glance at the time then frowned. “Come on, kid. We have a lot of work to do and not enough time to mess around. We have forty-eight hours before we need to have something on Annalise’s desk. Use that pretty little head of yours for something good. We need a win here.”

connorwalshisgr8 :

Shut up. The second Connor heard those two words he lifted his hands in front of his chest in a half-assed I surrender manner. Brown eyes followed the larger male as he practically glided around the balcony in an ominous way. He wondered if Frank purposely made himself seem scary.

Connor’s eyes stopped on the guy next to him and moved up his body until he met his face. Yes, he was slightly intimidated by Frank but Frank would never know that. Over Connor Walsh’s dead body.

“Then I’m gone.” That was his response to the thread of him being fired for his attitude. Surely working for Annalise would look great in resumes but he’d already been through enough shit working there and he wasn’t about to bring Oliver down with him. “I’m not going to sit around and hear you badmouth Oliver.” He almost called him boyfriend, almost. “You can say whatever you want about me.” And he had, mostly about Connor’s hair. “But Oliver isn’t a part of this and what he’s done for us, for free, no one would do. So this is me telling you to stop.”

Just looking at the younger man while he spoke said a lot for how he truly felt about the whole situation and in that moment, Frank actually felt bad for the kid. He’d seen some things. Things no one should have to see. All while working for Annalise. It should have been enough for a normal person to quit and be mentally scarred for life, but these five? They stuck around. They were smart. As much as his limits were pushed, the Philly native always came up in the winning end when he backed the Keatings. Granted one of them was deceased and the other was being watched closely by just about everyone. He never suffered too much, so he couldn’t complain.

“So you’ll throw it all away just because I said something about a guy you’re not even dating officially, huh? Figures. All hair products, no brain.” He knew that sounded just as horrible as he’d been inside when he’d talked about Oliver in the first place, but he had a feeling it didn’t matter at this point. Both men were fired up emotionally and this would go one of two ways. But Frank was slowly coming back down from all that testosterone coursing through his veins, so he let the smarter part of his brain take over for once because as much as he got off on being mean to the students, he actually had a heart somewhere in there.

“Fine. I’ll stop. If it means that much to you, I’m sorry. Don’t go quitting just because some asshole said something about your boyfriend. That’s just stupid. And you’re not stupid, are you?"

hackification :

     ❛ Nice to meet you, Frank. Are you another lawyer? ❜ He asked politely,        dark eyes glancing around the house while he follows the other man        into the other room. Try to familiarize himself with the area around him,        not really feeling comfortable hanging out at Connor’s work——for any        reason really. Unless maybe he was there to turn over some information,        which he wouldn’t do, he’d be more comfortable with Connor taking it        that way there was no direct rout to him. Course that line of thinking,        made him silently wonder how Frank had recognized him.

       Nodding, ❛ yeah okay. ❜ but Frank was already heading out the room &         into the office so Oliver didn’t really see the point in saying much else.         Sitting down on the couch, highly debating if he should just message        Connor & tell him he’d meet him somewhere else while he tugs free his         laptop. Nice guy. 

       “Well, I’m not the butler.” He smirked as he said it, carefully watching       the younger male look around. He didn’t mean to come off like a huge       jerk, but he had a lot on his mind and trying to figure out which one of       the students had taken care of Rebecca had consumed him. He’d       studied them all, hacked into their social accounts and personal       information just to see if anything would tip him off, but he’d come       up dry and so he was irritated by that fact. Oliver in no way deserved       the tail end of that, but it was just how Frank was.

      He sat in the office going through more paperwork while he waited,       his mind going a hundred miles an hour until he felt bad for leaving       the other by himself. He didn’t ask for this and he sure as hell didn’t       need to be left unattended either. After all, he did do a lot of under       the table work for Connor that helped Annalise out. What if he were       here to find something to sabotage her now that she was under the       microscope?

      He got up now, walking around a bit before he went back out into the       common room area, glancing around then heading for the kitchen.     “You want a drink or something? There’s coffee. Just help yourself.”       He called out, already fixing himself a cup as he pulled out his phone       and checked the time and to see if he had any important messages.