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^ that'll be Finn the first time he gets drunk. (because he can't handle booze)

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Ten Favorite TVD Characters → #07: Finn Mikaelson

∟“I am truly awed by the evolution of mankind.”

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{Out of Coffins} —

Finn and Kol should just make they own always and forever

and Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah aren’t invited.

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fay1765:

2x08-Rose

2x17-Know Thy Enemy

That awkward moment when neither Elijah nor Klaus recognized theirs sister's necklace on Elena or Katherine.

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Finn's dining area. (Those are disco balls above the table)

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Finn sneered in regard to Kol’s insults.  ”Typical, thick headed judgment, brother. I wouldn’t expect a delinquent to understand the art of expressing myself.”  Finn snapped with ridicule. Heaving a sigh, Finn couldn’t think of any reasonable explanation behind their persistent demands to go home.  ”You’re both serious?”  The elder brother questioned.  ”What do you want me at home for?  I don’t wish to babysit the two of you.”    Falling silent, Finn knew he’d have to humbly accept there was no rationalizing with Kol or Rebekah.  ”It’s just like you to put a damper on my career.”  The original scowled. “You win.”  He sighed.  ”I’ll return home with the two of you to spare the innocent lives of my fans.”   Finn nodded, turning to Carlos.  He reached into his pocket, taking a few hundred-dollar bills right out, and handed it to the human.  ”I’ve committed to other engagements for the evening, but you all go enjoy yourselves.”  Carlos snatched the money out of his hand, barely hesitating to follow Finn’s order.   Without further ado, the solidarity was lost.   Finn flinched, eyes widened from the bloodshed to Carlos now in Rebekah's clutch.  He extended a hand forward with precaution.  "I said I was going! No need to keep up with your distasteful theatrics, Rebekah."  Finn stuttered nervously, knowing very well just of the capabilities his sister could easily live up to.     

ooc: That's it, Bekah. You're not getting Finn's autographed CD, you rotten cow. 

Nightlife | Finn & Rebekah & Kol

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Kol made an effort to appear wounded as his sister struck him in the chest and scolded him for his laughter, “That wasn’t mean, sister.” Kol assured the devious smile on his lips speaking volumes of just how cruel he could have been and possibly would. But he supposed her irritation was warranted. It wasn’t every evening that the pair were forced to bare witness to their elder brothers antics that were more likely to drive their family name into the dirt. “Did you say something, Finn?” Kol questioned innocently and was set to watch as Rebekah moved to drag their elder sibling away from his group of freeloading scum but Finn’s response to Rebekah’s demand set his teeth on edge and he took a step forward. “Very little clothes actually. And what is that on your face? You look like a poor example of a woman.” Kol insulted with a smile until predictably Finn folded to their whims. It was clear that Finn had failed to adapt to the new age if he considered what he was wearing to be clothing. “I believe Rebekah already made her demands, brother. You’re suppose to come home, or I’ll have your fans decapitated. You wouldn’t want that would you?” Kol asked, again with mock innocence, despite how Kol felt about his brothers foolish attempts to be a musician their brothers delusion could easily be manipulated to their advantage. “Imagine the upset that would cause, Legendary Musician Responsible for the deaths of several of his Fans.”

Kol and Rebekah were well accustomed to getting their own way where their brothers were concerned; the perks of being the younger two of the family. But Finn was proving a nuisance with his outright refusal to cooperate. “It’s bad enough that he’s dressed like an imbecile; must you ridicule him so openly?” She rolled her eyes, already knowing the answer, of course. Shaking her head, Rebekah scoffed, “and make-up, evidently. Just to be clear, if I ever catch your… companion, touching my things, I will cut off your hands. You won’t be much of a musician without them.” It was amazing that they’d held off for so long, but Rebekah was getting tired of their banter, and she had better things to do. “Enough of this. You don’t even know these people.” From that point, it didn’t take long to eradicate one of the frat boys in her brother’s company by removing his heart; with his yelling and yahooing, she’d done the city yet another favour. “Fantastic — now there’s blood all over my shoe,” she pouted, fighting the urge to shove her pointed heel through Finn’s forehead. “Can we go home now, please?” Following her impatient demands, she yanked the hideously dressed stranger into her arms, one Finn seemed to be somewhat fond of, exposing his throat and bared her fangs. “Decide, brother. Three… two… one—”

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nuff said

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matters of family are sacred

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It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed

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