dicks out for harambe.

finnegan seamus o'callaghan. 21. forensic science - a boy with with a bottle in his hand, and a knife where his soul should be.

[reservoirgays]

I hate that specific brand of male that thinks they’re special because they’re cynical of everything. Example: the other day i met this guy for like two seconds and when i left i was like “have a nice day!” And he goes “don’t say that. I hate cliches.” Like we get it you just watched fight club calm down Tyler Durden

[raptorgone-deactivated20180205]

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Right before I die I want someone to stuff my stomach with a bag of popcorn kernels just to make the cremation a bit more interesting.

[melisica]

[marshmalllow]

the songs like “scooby doo where r you” but he’s always right there. like the fucking dog is never hiding or missing or anything so what the hell

[emmagreenwell]

[paulswesleys]

[finncallaghan]

@fscallaghan: im a slut 🎉🎉

[finncallaghan]

@maxantonio: @fscallaghan @pearlw Money, Diamonds, Gold, and Ice. Yeah talk shit you'll pay the price. Shut up cunt I'll cut your tongue. Back down bitch you're fuckin' done.

@maxantonio: @fscallaghan @pearlw Talk shit to us you fucking haters. You're the ones who fuckin' made us. Shut your mouth or I'll cut your tongue. Back down bitch you're fuckin' done.

@maxantonio: @pearlw @fscallaghan oh btw just caught the A+ texts to my gf. Amazing. For someone who's supposedly all about Harleen, you sure have a hard time keeping away from Pearl & Bradley

@maxantonio: @pearlw @fscallaghan Tragic. If only they were poly and liked guys that look like curious george

@fscallaghan: @maxantonio what the fuck even is that reference supposed to be

@fscallaghan: @maxantonio such a pity i'm infatuated with everyone else's girlfriends :/ obvs an ironic text means i'm in love! who knew?

@fscallaghan: @maxantonio well, that's it folks. bye harleen, i'm off to write a sonnet of my undying love to Ithica's feminal answer to the Chuckle Brothers

@fscallaghan: @maxantonio wise words coming from local celebrity Caesar off Planet of The Apes!

[finncallaghan]

@pearlw: @maxantonio i don't need a sandwich i'm sharpening my teeth on raw bones

@maxantonio: @pearlw God what is happening... the attention thirst

@maxantonio: @pearlw every girl i've ever met that looks like harleen was annoying as fuck, the streak is still ongoing

@maxantonio: @pearlw go off go off go off

@fscallaghan: @pearlw maxantonio pardon me for butting in, gents, but whats she actually done? because from where i'm standing it looks like shit all

@fscallaghan: @pearlw @maxantonio damon calloway, what's good

[finncallaghan]

@pearlw: no offence but if i wanted to ride an irrelevant edwardian corpse i'd dig up the nearest grave and throw a powdered wig on it

@pearlw: lol

@pearlw: literally i love my entire life i take that lowercase deprecation back

@fscallaghan: @pearlw *my soul leaving my body but making the sound of a slider whistle*

@fscallaghan: @pearlw can't resist the roast, our Pearl. Irrelevant Edwardian Corpse taking autographs in the foyer 👍

[finncallaghan]

ronanexe:

Ronan let out a displeased grunt as he swung the bat a solid two seconds too late, catching nothing but air. “Motherfucker,” He growled, mostly to himself. Apparently semi sober Ronan had severely overestimated drunk Ronan’s athletic capabilities. “I have one more shot!” He called out before the other boy could say a word, and began feeling around in the dark for the singular ball they’d been able to locate on the immense, empty field. At this point, seeing as there was no money on the line, most people as drunk as he was would give up and slink back to the bar… but Ronan’s pride refused to go anywhere until he at least tapped the goddamn ball. Cameron could probably do it, he thought bitterly as he wiped some of the dirt off the ball and made his way back to the home plate. Feeling like he couldn’t possibly make it all the way to the pitcher’s mound to hand the ball back to Finn, Ronan tossed it up into the air and then quickly swung the bat out after it. The loud CRACK of metal hitting rubber nearly surprised the dark haired boy onto his ass. He wasn’t expecting to hit the ball, let alone send it directly over Finn’s head into the darkness beyond. “I did it!” He beamed proudly. 

Whilst Ronan’s methods were somewhat unorthodox, Finn wasn’t about to shit on his parade and tell him he couldn’t have a shot at a home run. Eyes traced the arc of the ball as it soared above the pitch, tumbling into the far corner, Finn stumbling backwards as he tried to keep his eyes on it’s direction. “Well, fuckin’ run, you eejit!” The lad began with a start, heading off at a sprint towards the far corner, a new-found adrenaline pulsing in his veins. For a few hours, he could ignore the inevitability of a nine-am start, or the reality the Harleen was probably waiting up for him, since he claimed he’d only be gone for one pint, but somehow with the haze of biting life he was feeling surging through him, none of that seemed to matter as his arms pumped against the beat of the wind. Double vision, his fingers reached for what he thought was the ball and tore at a lump of grass, flinging it behind him with a laugh. When the ball eventually found it’s way into his hand, feet firing in his quest to catch Ronan out, when the deafening blare of an alarm stopped him in his tracks. “Shit!”

[finncallaghan]

A kick. That was the aim of his youth, Wednesday afternoons spent playing truant from his Catholic Donnybrook state school, gasoline canister in one hand and an ace of spades lighter in the other. Now it seemed he couldn’t survive without it. Most nights he ran on caffeine, cigarettes or a combination, doping himself up on adrenaline rush simply to make his head spin. Hours slaving away to Costa’s capitalist regime seemed to drag into an eternity, Karl Marx’s statement that the proletariat had nothing to lose but their chains running true in his head as he almost made homage to the Luddites and smashed an espresso machine --- before he remembered that the same machines paid his college tuition and spent the rest of his shift in sombre acknowledgement of his own commodification. The walk home was a brisk chill, empty drinks cartons gathering at his feet, and the blare of sirens in the street-lit distance. It was an old part of town where fast food, lawlessness and looking-the-other-way thrived -- the kind of place that he wouldn’t want Harleen to go at night ( though she’d go anyway, just to spite him ). The streets were now so familiar to him that he barely paid attention any more, eyes scanning the sidewalks, picking up on the occasional pun of a convenience store front, when, for the first time, he locked eyes with it. Like priest at a Halloween Party it stuck out, neon lights casting their leaking glow across the streets in a way so obnoxious it was a wonder he’d never noticed it before. Perhaps the best secrets were those hidden in plain sight.

Feet stumbled across the curb, fraying laces of his docs dragging in the puddles as he attempted to cross the road, a taxi cab nearly ending his short and uneventful life. In the brief second his head returned to his body with a sinking feeling of inevitability, he turned back, knowing that to carry on home would only wrack his brain all night with thoughts of her drugged-up body swinging round a table for a bit of extra cash. A reluctant sigh left his lips as he swung through the door, the instant scent of liquor and perfume overwhelming him as he tried to bat the smoke from his eyes. He found each face in turn, scratching them off his mental register until at last they landed on hers, a cropped wig almost obscuring her features though the nose and mouth he knew to be recognisably hers. And what was his plan, now? Now that he was merely a few feet away, her eyes locked on his, his brows knitted in an expression of discomfort in the get up they’d slung her in. He could hardly charge her out of the place without so much as a backwards glance, lest he get his brains blown across the cocktail bar. Eyes met the floor, avoiding her stare as he slid into a booth and cleared his throat, a muttered ‘we need to talk’ leaving his mouth as he waited for the inevitable snappish comeback of what the fuck he thought he was doing there.

[finncallaghan]

percyrupert:

“I just witnessed somebody projectile vomiting over a bonsai tree. Night ruined,” Percy drably interjected, yawning into a champagne flute as if he was above lace frills and glittered politics. So far the masquerade had been mind numbing in its predictability. Percy wanted a scandal that didn’t leave him itching for something more. “Want to know what I think?”

The flick of an ace of spades lighter saw the end of his cigarette lit, Finn lifting it to his lips to take a hearty drag. He hardly cared for the rich kid’s opinion on bonsai trees -- he’d just come out to light up not to engage in conversation -- and there was far more to rock the boat about than a drunk freshman puking up their insides, but Finn made an effort not to comment, knowing that not everyone moneyed was a unbearable snob and to assume so would render him just as prejudice as those who hated Levi for his wealth. “...What?” The forensics student muttered after a prolonged sigh, shoulders lifting in a shrug as he tugged at the too-tight collar of his shirt.

[finncallaghan]

✉️ prick

Damon: clint eastwood? is that you?

Damon: i really don't dislike you all that much actually

Damon: it's you who turned my innocent game of would you rather into a fight

Damon: i should be the one asking what the fuck you want. i'm obviously not into harleen and you know what? since you're so dead fuckin set on arguing, how about we acknowledge the elephant in the room

Damon: this is as much about pearl as it is harleen

Damon: can't have both of em dude. sorry you and pearl are having friendship issues but don't fucking take it out on me alright?

Finn: it's not about Pearl? get your head out of her ass for ten seconds and realise that? why can you not fuck off and leave me alone? you shagged Harleen. big whoop. you don't need to act like a 17 year old boy who just lost his virginity at every chance you get and bring up how blatantly insecure in your masculinity you are because here's a news flash - She Doesn't Want You. she's Moved On mate. you were just a game to her. never wanted you in the first place. can you really say the same about Pearl?

Finn: just saying. anyway, some of us are in happy relationships and don't feel the need to brag about another guy's girlfriends "porn moans" to feel valuable and confident in ourselves. nice talking to you man, we should get coffee some time

[finncallaghan]

harleenohara:

[ @finncallaghan ] 

Harleen sat on the bed, hair a mess of waves cascading down her bare back, the blanket resting around her waist as she scrolled through her phone notifications. Finn was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Harleen hearing the running sink as he brushed his teeth while she clicked on a notification on the zine. While she didn’t usually care for exposures, mostly because she didn’t care for the people they were about, it was good to know what she could use against someone for whatever given reason. The names at the top did catch her attention, though, so she scrolled through it, only one thing in particular really catching her eye. “Finnegan?” She looked up from her phone, waiting for Finn to stick his head out of the bathroom door, toothbrush still in his mouth. “I think I’m a little confused here. This expose says Pearl and Bradley have shared you,” she says, raising an eyebrow and showing him the phone. “I wasn’t aware they ever had you. Is there something you want to tell me?”

Toothpaste gathered at the corners of his mouth, spilling from the edges as the bristles scrubbed between his teeth, frothing lips attempting to hum the verse of a Stormzy song. Fingers threaded themselves through his hair, shaking the water from his locks like a dog in a rainy April, the sound of Harleen’s voice sending him leaning out the bathroom. His grip on the door frame almost faltered at her question, the expression on her face enough to make Finn realise that a cheap joke and a ruffle of her hair wouldn’t pull him out of this one. But what he’d done to deserve it, he hardly knew. Reluctantly, a sigh left his lips, the toothbrush falling into the basin as he towel-dried his face preparing himself to face the wrath of the red queen. “Baby, listen...” Finn began, the words sounding foreign from his lips, his nose wrinkling at the sour taste the pet name left in his mouth. “Grim.” He gathered his senses, slinging the towel over his shoulders  as he dropped down beside Harleen, brows furrowing as he took the phone from her hands. “Right,” Finn declared, incredulity lacing his features as he continued to scan the exposure. “Cool. Apparently I’m New York’s most eligible play boy. Who knew?” Another sigh broke from his lips as he dropped back against the pillows, his index finger tracing patterns against her ribs as his lips pursed into a hardened line. “Well it’s bullshit at any rate. I’ve not slept with either of them. Don’t you think you’d be the first to know if I had? You’re like Nancy fuckin’ Drew with your Facebook stalking skills.” His teeth ground against each other as he skimmed through the article once more, turning to face her as he ran the towel through his damp tresses. “What the fuck. Why would anyone say that? It’s just not true. They love drama. They just live for it. Half the shit in it is fake anyway, and that-- that definitely is.”

[finncallaghan]

✉️ darby o'gill

Damon: you'll have to kill me if you want me to back off

Damon: her moaning btw? hq porn worthy. i made her beg for it just so it would last longer

Finn: shut up

Finn: literally shut the fuck up you massive fucking cunt

Finn: what the fuck do you want? because if it's a jaw replacement keep fucking pushing my buttons, man go ahead and make my day