#boris the goldfinch

[m4sonn]

Never tell me your favs ever.

[360iris]

POV: dating boris pavlikovsky as teenagers

You have to be outside to catch the school bus by 5:55am, so the term is full of sleepy mornings. The two of you sitting towards the back of the bus, huddled together for warmth after having to wait outside in the chilling, desert cold by yourselves in the dark.

Heads leaning against one another, your cheek presses into the soft fabric of his overcoat on his shoulder as you dose off almost immediately, blanketed in the tinted night blue, glad to gain even a meager ten minutes of sleep before you’re forced to start the day. Boris gently fiddles with your fingertips as he looks down at your form and out towards the passing scenery.

You eat the school provided breakfast in the cafeteria, listening to Boris and Theo’s early morning banter and chiming in at certain points as you gain energy. These mornings were filled with Theo’s infectiously mischievous smiles and Boris’ playful grins. Their laughter never failed to provoke pools of serotonin, no matter how despondent you previously were, you’d always find yourself feeling better in their company.

Teasing kisses that were one-thirds sharing a breath, one-thirds your mouth accepting his almost inaudible laughs as he gently nudged your head back while your lips pressed forward again, self-consciously seeking out his own. Notes of peach chapstick, the bitter tang of cigarette tobacco and the sweet taste of sprite spreading between the two of you. A small reminder of the soda passed between yourself, Boris and Theo at lunch- your odd group each chipping in what you had to buy it from the snack stand.

Boris is black jeans ripped and fraying at the knees, swiping greedy swigs from opened bottles in your parent’s alcohol cabinets and sentences with Russian and English chopped and screwed together.

Being with him is like staining your tongues red and blue with gas station slushies and feeling immensely pleased with the vibrant purple you both end the afternoon with.

It’s sweltering hot Vegas nights unable to turn the air conditioner on, so the evening is spent clad in your undergarments, splashing around in a tub filled with cool water- a dingy, plastic white box fan placed in the doorway.

And weekends sprawled out on the couch in front of the television, laughing too loudly at the seven o-clock sitcoms and piddling around in the kitchen searching for something to eat even though you already know there isn��t anything good hidden in the cabinets.

Summers spent sticking as much of your torsos as you can fit into the fridge to enjoy the coolness before grabbing an ice-pop.

Winters plopped down at the dinner table, happily failing at making mini gingerbread houses, feeling utterly pleased with the monstrosities you create. “What the fuck is that, Potter?” “Uh guys.. Popchyk ate my fourth gingerbread wall- I think I’m going to have to settle for a gingerbread hut.”

Boris tends to just know things with you, and those he spends a lot of time with and cares about. It’s mostly the eyes that give themselves away to him, thoughts and feelings becoming tangible with a simple glance. He’s able to pick up on when you’re upset or disappointed. And in the moments when you swear you’re just looking at him, (whether he’s taking a sip of his drink, knocking the ashes from a cigarette or brushing his hair from his eyes) he knows that you love him, without even having to say the words- though he always smiles when you do just for the sake of it.

He’s all hands. Whether he’s ghosting the pads of his fingers against your lower back as you’re walking, cupping your neck or sneakily pinching your thighs from under the table- his hands practically have a mind of their own.

And sometimes you think he’s all mouth. Pink lips nipping at the exposed skin of your neck, subconsciously biting your shoulder or indulgently kissing every inch of your face just because. Theo teasingly referring to you as Boris’ personal chew toy with how often he can be found softly gnawing on you in some way, shape or form.

[kirua9]

Okay it's better to chek up at ophthalmologist's

[yum-grass]

Diversity win!! The kid selling me drugs is bisexual! And a polyglot!!<3

Diversity Win !! The kid that stole The Goldfinch is gay <3

[feelfeli]

"I froze, as I heard him shout it again. Then, in disbelief, I turned. And while I still stood unable to believe it, people streaming round us on either side, he laughed and barged forward to throw his arms around me."

[kikomanpng]

drunkards

(Waaaa i missed them…)

[nekromenel]

They are so toxic yaoi

[ilvaashlnx]

i fw him

[theodicker]

[precalamity]

donna tartt is really good at writing books that make you think “oh, these characters GOTTA have gay sex” only for you to find out that they’ve been having gay sex the WHOLE TIME and it certainly hasn’t helped

[maarigolds]

"A lot had changed since then; but not his eyes"

The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley

[m4sonn]

Boris and Theo not getting married at the end of the book/movie feels like a hate crime

Also I just want to bring to the attention of you movie watchers (I’ve only watched the movie but I’ve done some intensive research (just a simple search on TikTok) and am going to buy the book soon) that in the book when Theo and Boris were teenagers they did canonically do it in the book multiple times but only when they were extremely drunk/high and Boris also said that Theo was the only man he ever slept with, specifically a small highlight (there’s much more to this page but I don’t wanna write it all out unless someone wants to see. T: “There had also been other way more confusing and fucked up nights. Grappling around half dressed, weak light sliding in through the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses. Hands on eachother, rough and fast, kicked over beers foaming on the carpet, fun and not a big deal when it was actually happening.. more than worth it for the sharp gasp when my eyes rolled back and I forgot about everything.”. We were actually gonna see this in the movie but Finn wolfhard declined but surprisingly Oakes (Theo’s actor) was completely ok with filming this scene. I don’t necessarily think they were ‘in love’, maybe when they were teenagers but at least not in their adult years after they found each other again so I think the marriage thing was highly unlikely either way but whatever.

@mustbepeachy I think you’d wanna see this if you didn’t know this already

Edit: also I think the part of them cuddling in the page is super cute and Boris canonically gave anything Theo wanted to him, even stealing his dad’s golden lighter Theo had been eyeing and putting it in the front pocket of his backpack. (On the previous page). And it’s also mentioned (albeit probably platonically) that Theo loved Boris. Here’s the page where all the stealing lighters and beer spilling happens.

[droptheguillotineplease]

if you close the door, the night could last forever

[curseyouperrytheplatypus]

[diivinesmite]

Boris and Theo pressing their foreheads together gif save me… Boris and Theo pressing their foreheads together gif…. save me Boris and Theo pressing their foreheads together gif…

[psychicwound]

uhm . that's all