actions? shitty. crimes? petty.

Patrick Seamus Finnegan. 28. Bag boy. Criminal.

[finnegan-again]

Patrick Seamus Finnegan; meme version (1/??)

[scoutstampede]

scout's mouth pressed together as she thought of the best way to answer that while her niece was still in earshot. she shrugged her shoulders. "so far, but so was I." there had been moments already when scout noticed wonderful and unbelievable things crop up near the girl. something that suggested clementine was more like her aunt than just the attitude. "yeah, the stable didn't have horses either way." she sighed.

[finnegan-again]

Patrick nodded his sympathies. “I kind of miss being normal sometimes.” Magic had brought him Lena and Cooper and Shey, so he’d always love it for that. But he missed dreaming of mechanics and not war. “Well, shit. Looks like we may be stuck here for a bit. Unless we want to try just running into the horizon. But Shey’s not much for endurance.”

[finnegan-again]

I've been getting used to waking up with you I've been getting used to waking up here Anywhere I go, there you are You're the fire and the flood And I always feel you in my blood Everything is fine When your head's resting next to mine, next to mine

[tomundsen-deactivated20250731]

The Office 6x09

[xavecamour]

Zara grinned across at the tiny boy, and then back to the man she assumed was his father. "Would you like some coffee to go with it? Or perhaps something for the little one?" She asked, after finishing her mouth full of lemon and vanilla. "Mm, this is good cake."

[finnegan-again]

"It's definitely good cake." He agreed. Maybe he'd get lucy and Shey would leave enough in tact to take some home for Lena. "Their loss for leaving it unattended."

Seamus giggled and slapped his hands on the counter, promptly getting frosting there as well, "Ba! Ba ba ba!"

"That'll be some juice for the baby." Patrick said, reaching into his backpack to grab some wipes. "And I definitely could use a coffee. He's not in the mood for a nap today, apparently."

[scoutstampede]

"sorry. she isn't really talking to us right now." scout explained. "it has been a.... weird day for her. just give her some space." when she had tucked clem into sleep the night before, magic had still been a bedtime story. it had been a wish or a fantasy, but now, it was reality, and her aunt was a liar. sulking seemed like a fair enough coping mechanism to such a wildly implausible paradigm shift. "what are the odds you've managed to track down a getaway ride already?"

[finnegan-again]

"Right," Patrick remembered, "Clem’s normal isn’t she? Eer, not magical." Even now that was still his normal. It was a hard thing to shake. "I remember when Professor Sprout turned up at my house and told me about everything. Pretty sure I laughed in her face. So you're doing great, Clem."

He pulled a face. "Not yet. Haven't seen a garage or a stable. Not even a bike rack."

[scoutstampede]

"she is a lot more talented than I am. honestly, I've found that if you just hit them hard enough, it intimidates a lot of people into thinking that you are better at this thing than you really are, and do you really reckon I would be this calm if I did not know where my niece was right now?" scout nodded her head beneath the table where a girl with white mask snapped a picture on a camera in her hands. "she's coping with a few things. ow-! don't kick me!"

[finnegan-again]

"In your defense, Pen's more talented than most people I know." Except for Carolina. He was pretty sure Lena was the most talented, beautiful person in the world. Patrick glanced down at where Clem was indeed hiding and gave her a wave. "Nice to see ya, Clem. Shey was asking for you the other day."

[scoutstampede]

where; haunted mansion, billiards room with; open

the pool cue snapped quickly against the cue ball to break and scatter the rest of the balls around the table in a flurry of loud cracks and clatters. scout hoisted the stick across her shoulders and casually, but somewhat intimidatingly, rested with her arm slung over either end. "no, go on. say what you were going to say then."

[finnegan-again]

"I was just thinking you and Pen would make a mean doubles team." Patrick said. At least figuring out the gang in all these masks wasn't too hard. They all walked and sounded the same after all. "Did Clem get dragged here with you, too? I think they only got Shey because he was asleep on my chest. He's in my room, he's scared of all the masks."

[finnegan-again]

patrick's mask

verdict: it scares Seamus

[hauntedscreams]

finnegan-again​:

“Sure thing Mr. Canada.” Patrick said even as he stole some from Cooper’s plate. “We’re not having this at the wedding though,, hate it burst your bubble.”

➹

coop let out an exasperated sigh, "fine, don't let your guests enjoy this small miracle." he pulled his plate closer to him, trying to block patrick from stealing another bite. "you ready for the wedding? getting nervous at all?"

[finnegan-again]

"They'll be focusing on the larger miracle: Lena actually agreeing to marry my sorry arse." Patrick said with a laugh. Every time she went away there was still the niggling fear she'd never return, that a letter would show up saying she'd simply had enough of him. But it grew smaller every day. "Mate, I've been nervous since she said yes. I'm happy, though. I really am. I think I've invited about half the people I've run into since it happened."

[xavecamour]

“I can offer you a piece of this wedding cake if you promise not to ask how I managed to snag so much of it?” she smirked, waving the cake ladened fork around like a wand. She had stolen it from her aunt's wedding. It was the least she could do after all, to pay her back for all the 'dirty squib' comments. “Deal?”

[finnegan-again]

“Deal.” Patrick said, always willing to over look some light larceny. “Their loss, our gain. Don’t tell your mom I said that, Shey.” He told Seamus, who was happily smearing frosting on to Patrick’s shirt.

--

[finnegan-again]

hauntedscreams​:

who: patrick ( @finnegan-again )

“nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup collides with ham.”

--

“Sure thing Mr. Canada.” Patrick said even as he stole some from Cooper’s plate. “We’re not having this at the wedding though, hate it burst your bubble.”

--

[finnegan-again]

audballreyes​:

“it is always true.” auden retorted simply. it was hard to argue with something that held such undeniable evidence. she nodded. “you can begin there. where do you think is most significant? when did you notice a change in atmosphere?”

--

Patrick gave her a look but didn’t argue. There wasn’t a point. “Everything had seemed normal, at the beginning. People were tense yeah but everyone’s tense these days. Things got weird at the crowning. They gathered you all and it was like... There was something different. It’s hard to describe. It was like... sideways, sort of.”

--

[finnegan-again]

audballreyes​:

auden looked up from her journal. “the further we get from the event, the less accurate the details will be. it is important that I ask and record everything as soon as possible.” it was not as if she liked being a part of the story, either. she was far more comfortable on the other side of things. it was a familiar security and a way to distance herself from what happened in a way. “go on.”

--

Patrick’s frown deepened, but he’d learned years ago that talking Auden out of an idea was significantly harder than talking her into one. Especially if she’d come up with the idea. “You’re always saying that.” He said, but it wasn’t much of a protest. “Alright, alright. You win. Where do you want me to start? Beginning of the festival?”

--

[finnegan-again]

audballreyes​:

where; under the arch with; open

auden had not bothered to wear a shirt that covered her bandages. the magically inflicted wound on her chest was still in the process of healing. however, her shoulders were tense and her hair somehow even more frazzled than usual. a quill furiously scribbled into her journal as she glanced around the room from her quiet, well seen, corner. “I know what happened to me, but I want to know what you saw happen, please. can you just walk me through it step by step?”

--

Patrick frowned, bouncing Seamus on one knee to keep the kid from grabbing Auden’s quill. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be doing this right now, Auds? Don’t you want time to like, process sh--stuff?”

--

[finnegan-again]

xavecamour​:

-

“Belfast!?” She spluttered, looking up and down the street, as though something about the surroundings would tip her off. They didn’t, but she could tell she wasn’t in London anymore. “But I - I don’t live in Belfast, I need to get home. How - ?” She muttered, continuing to think like a muggle, though that was easier to do when she no longer had a wand.

“A nurse or a healer?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. No, she was sure she didn’t look like whoever his buddy Cooper happened to be, but right now she had no other option than to go along with what Patrick said. “Parker. Parker Davies.”

--

“I can get you home once Ma’s checked you out.” Patrick promised, feeling distinctly guilty. It wasn’t this girl-- Parker’s-- fault everything at the festival had gone to shit so thoroughly. “It was just the only place I could think of that I knew would be safe.”

It wasn’t as though he could take her to his and Lena’s-- it was past Shey’s bedtime. They’d wake him up. Getting the kid to sleep was a bear, doing it twice was even worse. Plus, his Ma would help them. Ma always helped.

“A nurse. She’ll probably box my ears, but she’ll get you fixed up. Promise. It’s just down this way.” He gestured towards the street. “Follow me.”

--

[finnegan-again]

✿ - pat & wendy, pat & auden

Pat & Wendy;

Patrick is fully on Wendy’s side in the whole “fear of birds” thing. He’s seen Hitchcock, he knows what’s what

He’s pretty sure that Wendy wouldn’t be half bad with kids if she learned to relax a little around them. Seamus definitely loves her.

Patrick & Auden;

He’s really glad that she and George found each other, and he doesn’t regret sticking his nose in it all (even though he’s still sort of in trouble for it)

He has an envelope of money set away specifically to use for when she finally publishes her first book