#int -> finn.

[bastardfae]

closed starter for @familiar-finn

it was only a matter of time before tiernan was able to successfully stake his claim over the halfling. such a fact weighed heavy on arnon’s mind with each day that passed whilst stuck in this place. trying to keep track of the hours that passed was nothing short of impossible; each one blurred into the next. the only indicator that time was passing came through the dawn of the day and the falling of dusk. everything between that was a gaping chasm of endless misery, to put it lightly. even with tiernan’s explanation of being permanently rented until the claim could be made officially, arnon was grateful for the occasional reprieve of the councilman’s constant company as he was escorted down to the undercroft. the pit of despair wasn’t a great replacement; he’d much rather step foot inside his home again if only to be greeted with the sight of truly familiar surroundings again for the briefest of moments. it’d bring him more comfort than was imaginable, but such a hope was pointless, so it wasn’t worth dwelling on. shrugging off the bitterness that such a thought process always carried with it, arnon raked a hand through his hair and wandered to the first common room as if he owned the place, picking a book at random from the shelves and frisbeeing it onto the nearest table. if he was going to be stuck down here, he might as well distract himself somehow. pulling out the chair to slump into it with an exasperated huff, arnon flicked through the pages without really taking anything in, far too distracted by the sense of a presence lingering in the doorway behind him. “if you want something, speak up,” he grumbled, not bothering to look at whoever decided it was socially acceptable to hover. “if not, keep it moving.”

[rhysdasiorarchive]

The smile and twin amusement mirrored in Finn’s eyes lowered Rhys’ defences by the slightest amount and the witch smiled fondly in response, a slow nod following suit as the question pulled a light laugh from him. He gave a noncommittal shrug. “You said it, not me. In all seriousness, violence isn’t my area, but a stern talking to certainly is. Not that I’m assuming you’ll fuck him around. If you do, though, we’ll be having another talk. That’s all.” As Finn elaborated, Rhys listened closely and gave another slow nod of understanding, his gaze sympathetic as the picture was pieced together. Raising a hand in defence to show he understood, Rhys hummed his acknowledgement and processed the revelations accordingly. “There’s no pressure to have it all figured out, I swear that’s not my angle. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not trying to run you out the picture. It’ll be good for the two of you to have something good going if that’s the way things have the potential to go. But it’s complicated, I get that. Taking it a day at a time like the two of you have been is undoubtedly the best and smartest way forward.” The pause brought Rhys back to the cold reality of their situation and he scanned his gaze tentatively over Finn as he closed the distance between them again, circling the armchair to get a better look at the familiar. “Won’t say a word,” Rhys replied airily, leaning over the back of the armchair to gently lift the blankets to assess the still-bleeding wounds. “If he knew I’d said anything, he’d rant and rave at me for the next six months for sticking my nose into his business. Neither you nor me has the time or the patience for that.” Straightening up, Rhys ran a hand over his hair with a slow sigh and walked to stand before Finn again, one hand resting on his hip as he trailed his gaze over the familiar for what felt like the millionth time. “I think I know the answer, but how are you feeling now? Still shit, right?”

"Well, that's pretty bang on then, we have been spendin' some time together," Finn confirmed. Nothing more, nothing less at this point. Sure, he felt an attraction towards Mateo though he had a habit of rushing into things he was trying not to fall into with this one. Slow and steady and see how it goes as he tested the limits of his own patience.

He smiled small at Rhys, the amusement twinkling in his bright eyes. "Is this your polite way o' sayin' that if I break your best friend's heart you'll break me?" he chuckled, resting his chin in his hand with his elbow propped on the armrest of the chair. "I s'pose I appreciate the head's up. I don't really know what's goin' to happen or where this'll all lead. There're a few, erm... complications on my end." The obvious collar around his neck for one that surely he didn't need to explain to Rhys. "But know that I think he's nice and sweet and I fancy him too." He paused then, smile fading a bit as he cleared his throat. "Let's not, erm, tell 'im I was here like this, yeah? I wouldn't want him to worry."

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason: Now, before every Swede browsing this blog gets psychic damage from seeing the stupid 80's slapstick guys here, hear me out:

It would be funny

[charbles]

Can I give your Adult Finn a hug?

ABSOLUTEKY YOU CAN!!

[mossy-paws]

Juwgen weitnew? stupid idiot mothewfucking juwgein weitnew god damn foow book cowwecting dust eating wat owd bastawd shithead idiot avataw of the whowe biggest cwown in the ciwcus waughed out of town cowboy mothewfucking juwgein weitnew

stowp pinning me whewn i tawk abouwt juwgein weitenew i hate him so much why does he have so many fucked up books why did he decide tuwu fuck awound awnd find out juwst set thewm woose iws he dead iws he a bastawd man has such a viscewaw affect own me nowt even in the woom nevew seen thiws mans face awnd i know he has the wowwds shittiest beawd get away fwom me

if i wanted tuwu get intwo heaven awnd god said juwgein weitnews waiting inside i wouwd piss own gods feet fow the sowe puwpose of getting sent bawck down

if i have tuwu deaw with juwgein weitnew speaking owne wowd in pewson own voice in podcast nowt onwy wiww i cwose the tab i wiww dewete my bookmawk out of spite awnd have tuwu wewatch the entiwe sewies again fow the expewience of being abwe tuwu skip aww the times whewn he iws mentioned ow awive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he cowwects books but i am juwst mad because i am angy

he bettew have sowme fucked up backstowy tuwu expwain thiws if hes juwst sowme wich shithead whos a fan of cweepypasta awnd wanted the iww vewsion iww gow ham

bettew have had a book make him kiww a man cuz if he didnt im going tuwu make him

paypaw.com/ifuckinghatejuwgeinweitnew

episodes nowt even abouwt him. vaguewy mentioned whawt iws supposed tuwu maybe be hiws wibwawy awnd i wost iwt

whewe the fuck iws juwgein weitnew if hes stiww awive im going tuwu so deepwy wish he wasnt

cwusty owd man

iww punch weitnew awnd hiws sad fwaiw owd man twig bones wiww simpwy fwake apawt undew my epic huge meat fist awnd he wiww disintegwate untiw aww thats weft iws owne finaw book he kept own him at aww times simpwy titwed now uwu fucked up

I’m sorry I HAD too

[greengideon]

starter for: @finn-brooks

location: all nighter diner

"You're not allergic to peanuts, are you? I'm trying to see something. Would you be willing to be a guinea pig?"

[hollyparkcr]

closed starter for @wesparkcr & @finneganparker location: silver creek ranch time: the evening of christmas eve

This Christmas was going to be special—not because of the presents or holiday plans, but because it would be their first Christmas reunited as a family since Finn's return. In previous years, none of their traditions had felt quite the same without the presence of the youngest Parker brother. There was always one less ugly Christmas sweater to laugh at and an empty seat on the couch beside her, to remind the birthday girl of what had been.

With her sweater wrapped and ready for their exchange, Holly emerged from her bedroom and descended the staircase to join her family by the fireplace. It had been a busy birthday, though it was one she never wanted to forget. Especially compared to the evening of her sixth, when the magic of Christmas Eve was first tainted by their father's departure.

"Alright, I'm ready! Is everyone here?"

[talismns]

polaris movie theater, with finn walsh   /   @wiseacrs

polaris is almost always busy, so she’s lucky when wendy manages to catch the movie theater in a relatively empty state. she spots finn quickly, talking loudly and for probably too long, so she sidles up to the counter by mimicking a yawn. “jeez louise, i didn’t realize you got paid to monologue to your coworkers. shame you never discovered a love for theater.” wendy flashes a conspiratorial smile to his poor coworker, and thankfully they take the gesture for what it is: an excuse to exit the conversation. she turns back to finn. “how much longer you got? what’re the odds on you cutting out early?”

[liljakonvalj]

@officiallydriedkelp gjorde ett inlägg om att Kotte är en simp som fick mig att inse att det är typ en arketyp inom julkalendrar som jag här med kallar Patetisk pojke (affektionellt), förkortas PP.

Kvalifikationer för att vara en PP:

Är man

Oftast ung vuxen

Ska vara en simp för en annan (oftast kvinnlig) karaktär - till den grad att skulle man ta bort den andra personen så skulle hans karaktärs motivation påverkas avsevärt eller t.o.m. försvinna

Ses som mesig av omvärlden

Får i uppdrag att ta hand om barn(en) om sådana finns i serien

Men de tar oftast mer hand om honom isf

Utför dock en hjältemodig insats i seriens andra halva

Har ofta nån slags beroende/återkommande problem

Är ofta ihop med sitt (kärleks?)objekt/person de är besatt av i slutet

Man behöver inte uppfylla alla krav för att vara en PP, men de flesta iaf.

Exemplen jag kommit på:

Kotte (Trolltider 1 och 2, 1979 resp 2023)

Trassel mé Trunken (Dieselråttor och sjömansmöss, 2002)

Don Calzone (Dieselråttor och sjömansmöss, 2002)

Bill och Bull (Pelle Svanslös, 1997)

Kurre (Tjuvarnas jul, 2011)

Måns (Mysteriet på Greveholm, 1996)

Krampus (Jul i Kapernaum, 1995)

Frank Flink (En hederlig jul med Knyckertz, 2021)

Löjtnant Silverdufva (Kronprinsen som försvann, 2022)

Vad tror ni? Stämmer min tes? Någon jag glömt? Någon som är orättfärdigt på listan eller behöver förtydligas?

[fridaywormteeth]

När universitetslivet har fuckat upp ens dygnsrytm så till den milda grad att en får lov att gå tillbaka till factory settings (Astrid Lindgren)

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Svenskar!!

[skeppsbrott]

lägg upp mer homestuck

Fråga snällt.

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @gravefed / finn & atlas

Beneath the grand, vaulted ceilings of a lavish ballroom, the fundraising gala unfolds, a dazzling display as the elite of Wall Street descend like a swarm of locusts in their glittering finery. Laughter mingles with the tender strains of a string quartet ensconced in a corner. Familiar faces drift and dally, engaging in the theatrical spectacle of philanthropy. On the stage, young proteges from the beneficiary dance school twirl and leap.

Even with their charity, there is an almost exhibitionist grandeur in the upper echelon of Wall Street. Atlas, veiling his disdain with a façade of mild interest and agreeable chatter, mingles among them. He partakes in their toasts, joins the parade of donations, yet his presence there serves a deeper, more covert purpose. His gaze intermittently locks onto a particular individual. Only as the evening reaches its crescendo does he make his move.

"Finn!" he cries, his large hand landing with a friendly weight on the man's shoulder, the other proffering a glass of dry red wine procured from a passing server. His grin is wide, tinged with genuine warmth, especially if what he's gleaned privately about Finn Fox hold true. A detractor of Stoneage or Anunnaki, however quiet they are about it, could indeed be a valuable ally. "I've been on the lookout for you all evening. What do you reckon – will Anderson swoop in with the last fifty grand like last time? He's been eyeing that donation counter all night, the bastard. Loves playing the hero, doesn't he?"

[alviboi10]

Asså att döpa den som dör i murders till Stella Octangula är som att döpa någon i TloZ till triforce *mic drop*

[greengideon]

location: all nighter diner starter for: @finnbrooks

"Ah, the prodigal son returns!" Gideon grins as he spots Finn at the door, welcoming him forward with a wave of his hand.

"I'm afraid the employee discount doesn't apply anymore...Okay, fine, you can use it one more time."

[spuffyfet]