ᶦ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦˡˡ.

indie british thief. penned by mint.

[fckiingloser-blog]

i’m a pos, but i decided to move finley to my multi-muse LMAO 

[fckiingloser-blog]

i’m a pos, but i decided to move finley to my multi-muse LMAO 

[brittany]

American Horror Story: 1984  |  9x06 promo

[horrormaestro-a]

@fckiingloser

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask “what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?” like. awfully bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass.

[fckiingloser-blog]

i might make a real ass starter call tomorrow, but tonight i’m over on ronnie ! but i just wanna say ily to my new followers and i’m so game for interaction, there’s so many neat blogs? omfg

[itagnola-deactivated20181222]

I wish I didn’t have the constant fear of being left

[fckiingloser-blog]

@leechfeared​ asked: “An animal? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” the evil dead. | accepting.

“what else is out in the woods other than feral teenagers and animals?” clicking the flashlight off, they weren’t exactly in complete darkness. the light of the moon and the street lamps back by the road still reached them. “but something dragged that dog all the way out here -- and i plan on finding it.”

[rpsentence-storage]

• °☆ The Evil Dead (1981) ☆ ° •

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“Now the sun will be up in an hour or so, and we can all get out of here together.”

“No, no it was the woods themselves! They’re alive, (name), the trees, they’re alive!”

“Why have you disturbed our sleep; awakened us from our ancient slumber?”

“You will die! Like the others before you, one by one, we will take you.”

“(Name), she’s dead. (Name)’s dead. We gotta bury her now.”

“(Name) was right. It’s not gonna let us leave. We’re all gonna die here!”

“We’re going to get you, we’re going to get you. Not another peep. Time to go to sleep.”

“In time it will come for him and then it will come for you!”

“Why does she keep making those horrible noises! Her eyes. What’s wrong with her eyes?”

“I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of bodily dismemberment.”

“Kill her if you can, lover boy!”

“(Name)’s still asleep. I don’t know what else to do for her.”

“I can’t wait. I’m getting out of here… now!”

“Look, I’m getting out of here! I don’t care what happens to her!”

“You bastards, why are you torturing me like this? Why?”

“An animal? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re not gonna leave me here, are you?”

“I’m gonna break your face!”

[fckiingloser-blog]

jakoburis‌.

     nobody came to derry for any good reason, he’d taken a notice of.  it had to be something like family  (  or  a  death  in  one ,  to  be  honest  –  nobody  came  to  visit  family .  family  came  to  them  ), or  …  maybe it was the missing children thing.  he had yet to pinpoint a reason, but this other man seemed a little too pleased to be here.  maybe not pleased, but maybe too much like a tourist.  derry didn’t have tourists.

     “ only  about  three  blocks  away .  but  considering  that’s  about  half  the  town ,  that’s  not  too  close ,  either . ”  a gentle laugh, casting a fleeting glance to the stranger next to him.  the question has him wetting his lips, humming softly.  “ a  tourist ,  i  guess ?  it’s  rare  for  someone  to  come  to  derry  that’s  never  been  here  before .  especially  not  someone  with  such  a  handsome  face  and  charming  accent .  you’re  so  …  misplaced  here . ”

A TOURIST? DID HE look like a tourist? it was the sunglasses -- wasn’t it? he had a moment of wishing he had a fanny pack. maybe that would truly make him look the part. but as quick as that though entered his head -- it was banished. he’d probably shoot himself with his own gun if he ever wore something like that. but then he caught his cue -- and the grin on his face lit up like a thousand christmas trees.  “you think i’m handsome, love?” he asked -- focusing in on that one bit. not the tiny piece about no one visits derry -- no, that was logged away in his head for something else. for later. “here you are complimenting me and there’s been no proper introductions passed around. finley puckett,” he extended his hand -- the smile never waning. “and you, darling?”

[fckiingloser-blog]

later i am gonna go through my followers and unfollow people who haven’t been active for months, just because i don’t know who anyone is anymore !!! 

[fckiingloser-blog]

@deadgcrl​ asked: ‘can we go shopping? i need new party clothes.’

THE LOOK THAT TURNED her way was something akin to disappointment. but in order for him to be disappointed in her, he needed to have started out with some faith. some type of expectation. he didn’t have any. instead he rolled his eyes and tucked a bit of her hair back behind her ear. she knew she was’t meant to be going out to parties -- and he knew that she was only doing it to rile him up.  “as long as i get to approve where you spend your daddy’s money,” he teased. as if he was her keeper. (as if he wasn’t?) 

[fckiingloser-blog]

here’s a small fact: you are going to die. the world will keep turning. people will mourn you, but it will pass if you don’t give them something to remember. give them a memory to hold onto. you decide if it will be good or bad. but make sure it’s memorable.

[fckiingloser-blog]

here’s a basic rundown of fin for new followers ( and old followers? since i ghosted for like two months )

born henry tuck, orphaned when he was a child in the uk, ran away from his orphanage following after a friend who left

tried working on the docks to make his money, then became a petty thief to survive, didn’t work too well and got caught too much before turning to prostitution 

made full circle and went back to stealing after he got older

turned full conman and ran a small crime ring as the boss, but things started to get too heavy. he betrayed the former crime boss so now he’s paranoid the same thing is going to happen to him

instead of waiting for his men to betray him, he fakes his own death and moves to america -- changing his name to finley puckett

now he’s living in america as a conman 

never lets people get too close, he’s terrified of being betrayed and letting things get too deep

a horrible flirt, but he’s probably lying if he says he loves you

[paulsimonons]

Bradley Cooper by Norman Jean Roy for Details June, 2010

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@mindaddling​ liked for a starter !

“why do you look like someone just told you you got cut off, love?” if that was meant to be a tone of kindness, it didn’t exactly come across as anything other than sarcastic. but -- he was speaking to rafe. did anyone look at him with kindness and not regret it? “seriously, did something happen?”

[fckiingloser-blog]

jakoburis‌.

     jakob doesn’t move as the stranger steps closer, that sly smile on his face causing his heart to do a subtle flip in his chest.  or maybe it was the accent, he wasn’t sure.  blue eyes only left his face once the phone was presented, using his fingers to pinpoint where the hell he’d ended up.  it definitely wasn’t the library.

     “ you’re  not  too  far  off . ”  he all but hums, head tilting as those same sky blue hues lift to examine his face again.  handsome, rugged.  people like him didn’t exist in derry.  “ this  may  be  small  but  it’s  really  easy  to  get  turned  around .  here ,  i’ll  walk  you  there . ”  a nod of his head in the direction they needed to go before he began to walk, expecting the other to follow.  “ what  brings  someone  like  you  to  derry ? ”

THE LIBRARY, IN TRUTH wasn’t exactly the reason he was here. he didn’t want to be here. he had driven past the two twice -- laughing about how this was where those kids were killed by mrs voorhees or something. not to mention the fact it smelled like fish and death. there was one inn and he had yet to book a room because he wasn’t sure if the place wouldn’t turn to dust as soon as he stepped inside.  “i was close? that’s amazing,” there was a chuckle to his voice. he put his phone back into his pocket after putting it to sleep and followed along side his new friend. “a personal escort, huh.” finley sounded a bit chuffed by that. was everyone in the middle of nowhere america so kind? must not be a lot of bad things happening around derry. “well -- who exactly is someone like me, darling? never had myself described like that before, to be honest.”

[itsbradleycooper]

I love it when a plan comes together.