@survivorphne-
*/ js learned that mason thames is a professional ballet dancer. debating on what to do with this information.
*/ forgive me if this was common knowledge ,, i am severely out of touch with celebrities <//3
okay, i like her. so what?
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , you're actually saying it ?? { and just like that, gwen owes him five dollars. finney doesn't bother with faking shock for his best friend's sake as leans back against the counter, popping another pretzel in his mouth. } so nothing, rob. just that you've been torturing me with this.. crush, or whatever, for weeks and haven't admitted it once. ( .. ) are you gonna tell her ??
so.. enter the dragon, maybe?
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , yeah. { it's half deluded and half high, this exhausted agreement that finney comes to without question. any plan for the future, even if such future is only a few days away, is something he thought he'd never get the chance to make again. finney yawns, eyes closed against the painfully fluorescent hospital lights even as he continues to speak. } yeah, sure. don't think my dad's gonna tell me 'no' to a movie right now.
hey. mamá said to come over tomorrow. if you want to.
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , because i've got plans all week. { with a low snort finn shifts his bag further up his shoulder, head hung against the brittle winter wind as they shoulder their way through the last bell crowd. it's a nice sense of normalcy, this, and even if he did have plans, they would pale next to his second family. } i could just stay over tonight. i'd probably be over there anyway, i mean— might as well save a trip.
*/ okay cb for real this time. muse for him is so high ,,
fuck──i'm sorry. ...i thought i saw someone.
/ "thought" alex be fr
i got cookies for you to munch on if you put that thing out.
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , you're a shit liar sometimes. { the comment isn't made with any of the resentment finney almost feels inclined to have when his smoking is brought up by others, rather delivered with a slight smile as he drops the now-unlit joint to the ground and twists it beneath his foot. } sugar cookies are bribery cookies. doesn't mean they don't work, though. ( .. ) you mind if i put some back for gwen later? they're her favorite.
꒷꒦ ⚠︎ ꒦꒷ of course not. [ he is. robin is absolutely bribing finney. he doesn't hate the fact that finney smokes, but he isn't exactly in favor of it either, despite the occasions where things have been truly terrible for him and he joins along. ] yeah, yeah. [ he glances at the door, thinking of the newfound treats that cool down inside. baking is better than smoking. he would rather be coughing as he inhales the scent of cookies than .. whatever the hell makes up the other stuff. ] sugar cookies. the real soft ones.
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , are you bribing me? { it certainly feels like he is. finney takes one final hit before finally lowering the joint from hia lips, looking towards his best friend with lingering contemplation. there isn't much he wouldn't do for robin's baking, but after earlier... } you can stop acting like i'm joining stephen king's powder keg anytime, rob. it isn't that bad for me. { nevertheless the joint is pressed against the brick behind him, snuffed out before his best friend can ask again. } what kind are they ??
you CANNOT tell mamá. please, finn.
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , i think you're both clueless. { it's said with love, this remark that finney won't bite back even for his best friend's sake. they've gone through this for months now; he's not playing the satiating game. } i dunno, how to talk to carrie without turning red? how to ask her out? your mom knows a lot, man. she's smart, she can tell you.
꒷꒦ ⚠︎ ꒦꒷ [ there is confusion. and then fear. his mom knows ?? robin hopes not — who knows what she would do if she found out he had a girlfriend and mentioned nothing to her. ] what ?? shit. do you think carrie knows ?? if mamá does then .. ask for advice ?? what advice would i even ask for, finn?
── ☏ @stoIenpnch , dude, come *on.* { with an exasperated groan finney tips his head back against the chair, spinning idly with his toes pressed to the ground. if he goes through this for much longer, he might run away to the circus. } everyone already knows you like her. your mom DEFINITELY already knows. why not just ask for advice ??
nonono, sorry! roll it back— you want me to watch WHAT with you????
( @survivorphne- ) jason— he, he was the son in the first one right?? yeah, he was, i remember now! :) [ a giggle of adoration bubbles from the blonde as her cheeks warm with how he seems to stumble over his words and give up on talking so quickly. what she appreciates about him is how he'll suggest things like these to her, rather than assuming she was too prissy and pink to enjoy a horror movie. it was nice to get lost in a fictional reality, especially if she could pretend to be scared to rest her head upon his shoulder. ] you're adorable, finney blake. and a total gentlemen. [ she leans forward, playfully nudging his arm with her elbow. ] that sounds like a plan. as long as there'll be slushies too. / you and i have the same brain,, our playlist urges are connected,,, bc me too,,,, (also. your writing is INSANE here. finding comfort in horror movies because they have a start & end and a way to control them…)
── ☏ @lightback- , yeah !! yeah. i think they're actually bringing jaaon back for this one, too, so it'll be like a whole... new... yeah. { shit, maybe he should have taken those pointers from robin. finney supposes it might be strange, the catharsis he undeniably gets with the conclusions of horror movies, but it felt more personal to offer a branch of such relief to someone he knows he wouldn't judge him. horror movies are just that; movies. the villain dies or disappears, the hero saves the day. you can always turn the movie off, you can always look away. they aren't like reality. her excitement, while surprising, is at least a relief for some of his anxiety. he doesn't know how, but he knows gina gets it. } you wanna go ?? { he repeats, dumb-sounding to even his own ears. } like, this weekend? my dad doesn't work, so i can come pick you up. we can get food, and... yeah. my treat. */ the playlist urges... they're whispering to me...
you're still trying to hide it, huh?
/ she found him smoking,
( @survivorphne- ) you're far from a scumbag, finney blake. [ a sadness twinges in her eyes. not pity, of course not— all she has is empathy. and a quiet wish to take some of his pain away. but that's not quite possible, so the least she can do is make it easier to carry the weight by sticking around and being someone to lean on. ] okay okay, i got it. breathe or puke, how hard can it be? [ a confident hand takes the joint from him, and a moment of hesitation passes over her before she brings it to her lips and takes a long draw. then, her breathing falters into coughs. ] fuck— oh my fucking god finn. (..) i'm a natural already. :') / i took the miracle move-on drug,, the effects were temporary… and i love you, it's ruining my life……
── ☏ @lightback- , he'll deal with it. at least i don't become a scumbag on my thing, right? { it's a dig subtle enough that finney hopes gina won't press further, the hollowness of three years gone to screaming matches and beatings lost in a cloud of smoke. he can let it go, he will, but sometimes he has to wonder if the line is beginning to blur between him and the man he has to learn how to be at ease around again. at her request finney arches a brow, leaning his head up from the brick to look her way. } it's not much. enough to.. { to what? make breathing easier, make the memories less sharp, make him feel less like a scared little boy ?? finney doesn't finish his sentence, handing over the joint by the end to keep her away from the heat. } make sure you breathe. holding it in 's only gonna make you cough so hard you puke. ( .. ) trust me. */ dare i call them fortnight coded...
( @survivorphne- ) i wasn't trying to. i just… i think that hiding it for so long would surely make it worse if y'know, he does find out. (..) he won't find out from me. [ her explanation whittles down into a mumble toward the end, because the last thing she wants to do is piss him off. she offers a shrug to his point about his kind of deadbeat dad (gina has her opinions on that man after touching his jacket on a few occasions). she figures that asking is just a courtesy, but she sticks her hand out to take the joint anyway. she doesn't know how he’ll react to her acceptance. ] i wanna know what the hype is. / honestly,, it's probably the least of many evils!! ++ "if no one else, at least he can trust her" is SICK.