grandpa frank

Frank Pritchard Headcanon B: Sad 😖

∆ He’ll always have change in his pocket to give to beggars or homeless.

∆ Overly honest person, always telling the truth even to his own detriment. Has never lied to Jensen and its probably what landed him in jail.

∆ When his grandmother died he didn’t go to work for a whole week. When asked about it, he was obviously distressed and holding back tears. He loved her a lot because she was practically his mom.

∆ As a single child, his parents used him to release their anger. One weekend when he went to visit his grandparents, his grandma saw the bruises on his back/arms and flipped out and she started to ask questions and totally bitched out his parents. Frank soon came to live with her.

∆ He practically shut down after panchea, not knowing what happened to Malik and hearing Jensen being declared dead and an end to his job career. He spent weeks upon weeks trying to find any leads on them which of course led to sleep loss. One night while heading to his apartment he dozed off and got in a motorcycle accident. There was no one to visit him in the hospital.

∆ AND THEN WHEN HE GOT BACK to his apartment he noticed he had an eviction notice and he just had no more room for bad things to happen, just absolutely broke down. All the feelings he had in him just flowed out. He cried his eyes out. Not even IT Crowd and nutella cupcakes could cheer him up.

He wasn’t really running away. 

But after Grandpa Tiberius, and Frank, Sam leaving and fucking Tarsus, he had no desire to be near Earth that was and the memory of everyone and everything that had left him behind. 

So when the Firefly class transport ship stopped on the gorram rock he was currently calling home, he knew not to look a gift ship in the mouth. 

“You looking to get some place, kid?” The man, tacky magenta shirt and browncoat getting dusty as a nasty wind carried by. Didn’t look to phase the man. 

“Just hoping for a ride.” Jim readjusted the strap of the napsack he carried, mostly full of books and a few pieces of clothes. Everything else could rot in the empty farmhouse in Iowa. 

The man looked him up and down and Jim braced for the leer he knew could quite easily come from a situation like this. He swallowed the sour taste in the back of his throat. “You got folks? Anyone missing you? Look a bit young-.”

“I’m old enough to know when to leave.” Jim told him. “And I’ve got money. You gonna let me board or not?”

Man chuckled. “You’ll do. Name’s Mal Reynolds, I’m the Captain of Serenity.” He reached out his hand and Jim only stared for a few seconds before shaking it. 

“Jim. Jim Kirk.”

The captain jerked his head to the ship and Jim walked up the ramp to what looked like a small cargo bay. 

“Now wait a gorram minute Mal, we can’t be taking on any more infants.” A bearded man said, with what looked to an actual pout on his features. 

“Jayne. Shut your mouth, will you?” Mal said, walking past Jim to help another blonde haired man with some cargo. 

“Between the girl, Doc Wanna Be and this new kid, we’ll have three youngsters on board and you know how I feel about that.” The man called Jayne sat down on some cargo and scratched at his head. 

“I guess that makes me Doc Wanna Be.” A southern voice said beside Jim. 

Jim stiffened, hating himself for not realizing someone was so close. He relaxed his position enough to turn around, giving the newcomer an easy grin. “Well, it’s better than the kid.”

“Guess so.” The guy, not much older than Jim himself said. He was scruffy looking, probably looked about as well as Jim felt. He was fitted with layers of flannel and wore a similar browncoat that Mal had on. And his eyes were a deep honey brown that Jim was most definitely not in love with at first sight. The accent didn’t help. 

Before he could respond, a face appeared between them. Hot southern guy actually yelled and Jim drew back before realizing that it was a girl around their age. “Your eyes. They’re blue. Not the same as the hands of blue. Sadder.”

She was hanging by her legs, curled around the poles of the upper walkway. 

She laughed as she swung down, running off on bare feet. 

“Welcome aboard." 

Whipped

Request: One where Frank has a serious crush on you:)

Frank’s POV

“C’mon Frankie! Just grow some balls and ask her out already!” Gerard groaned, interrupting me in the middle of my story about y/n. 

“So you don’t want to hear the end of the story?”

“Bro, this is the third story you’ve told me about her in a span of 10 minutes”

“Yeah, but-”

“Frankie, i’m telling you this because I love you, you can’t just sit here and obsess about y/n all day. It’s not good for you. You need to make a move”

“I’m trying aren’t I?”

“Waiting on her beck and call isn’t making a move, it just makes you seemed whipped”

“I am not whipped!” I yelled, jumping up from the couch. Gerard put his hands up and defensive.

“Woah woah okay, you’re not whipped” He chuckled. “But I am serious about this Frank, you need to just go for it soon”

“But…what if she dosen’t like me like that?”

“If she says yes, you can now be with the love of your life and ride away into the sunset. If she says no, your free and won’t sit here in misery” Gerard shrugged. He never really understood romance.

“Is it really that obvious?” I sighed in defeat.

“YES. Literally everyone knows” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to not feel embarrassed. 

“Okay…your right, i’m gonna do it”

Y/N POV

“Hey Frankie!” I closed my locker and turned around, happy to see my bestfriend.

“Hi y/n” Frank smiled back, his face beet red. “What’s that?” He gestured to the stack of books I was holding.

“I have to do a stupid report on Friday and since I don’t know shit about the bone structure of a walrus, I had to pick up all of these books”

“I could do it for you!” Frank blurted out.

“No, Frankie you don’t-”

“No really! My, um, grandpa was a marine biologist, he knows all this shit”

“Your grandpa was a drummer” I corrected while handing over the books, knowing Frank wouldn’t back down.

“My other grandpa, smartass” Frank laughed, even more red than before. “So are you, uh doing anything after school today?” 

“Yeah, i’m going over to Brendon’s house today, why?”

“N-N-Nothing, I was just curious” He laughed “Well, I gotta go because I can’t be tardy for math again or I’ll get a detention or something okay bye” He rushed out, speed walking in the other direction. I groaned as I watched him leave, I knew Frank had a crush on me. He’s acted like this ever since we became friends last year, extremely bashful and jumpy. I just wished he could talk to me normally, crush or not.

Frank’s POV

I went straight to Gerard’s house after school. Taking the spare key from under the mat and barging in. Gerard was doing what he was always doing when I went downstairs, drawing. “Hey Frankie, come check this guy out, i’m gonna him Seance-”

“I fucked up!” I yelled in frustration, flopping face first into his bed.

“What?”

“I fucked it up. I tried to ask y/n out today and I pussied out. Why do i always pussy out?! UGH” I groaned.

“Christ Frank, i’m calling her”

“What?! No no no don’t!” I jumped up and attempted to grab his phone from him.

“I’m gonna end this right now, trust me, you’ll think me later” He left the room as the phone started dialing. After 5 minutes of agony, he returned, humming a Bowie song. 

“What happened?! What did she say?!” I grabbed him by the collar of shirt.

“Find out for yourself, she’ll be here in 10 minutes” He smirked at me, plopping back down on his desk chair. 

“Oh my god, what did you tell her?!”

“Nothing! I just said it was an emergency and she needs to get here as soon as possible”

“God dammit, she was on a date! She’s gonna be so mad at me” I sighed and covered my face with my hands. It wasn’t long before I heard frantic knocking on the front door. 

“Look Frankie, it’s gonna be fine, okay? Trust me” Gerard patted my back as I sat up. I turned around to give him a reassuring smile and headed to the door. 


Y/N POV

I’ve been in full panic ever since I got Gerard’s call. I sent Brendon another apology text and asked to reschedule as I knocked on the door. I was surprised and relieved when Frank answered the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Oh my god Frankie you scared me” I breathed out. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“I need to talk to you” Frank said quietly, he looked like he was about to pass out. He stepped out onto the porch, shutting the door behind him. “i’m really really sorry that I ruined your date, but-”

“Date?”

“Yeah…your date? With Brendon?” Frank said slowly, obviously confused. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. “What’s so funny?” Frank huffed.

“Frank, I wasn’t on a date with Brendon, he’s my tutor. I told you i’m having a hard time in science, so he’s been tutoring me” I said in between laughs. Frank smiled a little, looking relieved but horribly embarrassed all at once. “Now, what did you drag me all the way down here for?” 

“Okay…i’m just com right out and say it. I like you. Like, really really fucking like you. I’m not very good with flirting or asking people out so I never had the balls to ask. But, now I gotta be a man and just do it. So y/n, will you go on a date with me?” He rambled out, biting down on his lip ring.

“I would love too!”

“You would?!” Frank exclaimed, taking a few steps toward me. “I just really though you were gonna say no because were such good friends and then everything would be awkward and-” I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling how hot his face was. He placed the back of his palm on his cheek when I pulled away, his smile spread across his whole face.

“Saturday good?” I asked.

“Yeah, Saturdays terrific” I weaved my fingers through his hair, feeling the tension in the air die down. 

“See you tomorrow Frankie” I smiled and turned around, heading back to my car. His hand grabbed my arm, pulling me into his chest. Before I could say anything he pressed his lips onto me. I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” I looked up to see a smirking Gerard Way, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. 

“Enjoying the show?” I sassed back. 

“Christ, Gee” Frank buried his face into my neck, failing at hiding his huge blush.

To all: If you could choose your name, what would it be? And why?
  • Hazel: Cecile! There was this girl back in New Orleans with that name, she was nice.
  • Jason: John. I have absolutely no idea why.
  • Piper: Natasha. Because it sounds cool?
  • Frank: Landon. It was my grandpa's name.
  • Leo: Sammy was my grandpa's name!
  • Frank: Oh, sorry. I meant Bob, because I can.
  • Percy: Fix it?
  • Frank: Shut up, Percy.
  • Hazel: I don't understand.
  • Annabeth: It's a kids TV show called "Bob the builder" and his famous line is "I can fix it!".
  • Hazel: Sounds like Leo.
  • Leo: Okay. I'm Bob. Frank, get a new name!
  • Frank: Danny because it was the first to come to mind.
  • Annabeth: I'd choose Katherine. That's the name of the "architect" of one of my favourite castles in France.
  • Percy: Then I'm Tom, since he's Katherine's husband.
  • Annabeth: How did you know?
  • Percy: I listen once in a while!
  • Piper: That is so cute!
  • Leo: Aaand Percy wins the "Best Boyfriend" award for the 7,968th time in a row.
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80 Year Old Grandpa Gets Tattooed to Support Gay Grandson

Watch as my partner Joe’s almost 80-year old Grandfather gets tattoed to show his support for gay rights. About a month ago, Joe got an equal sign tattoo in support of human equality, and Grandpa Frank wanted to show his love and support, too. The world is really blessed to have people like Frank, who not only love unconditionally, but also accept everyone for who they are. Please enjoy the video, and be sure to share so everyone can see what a great Grandpa Joe has!”