#finklestein

[halzyon]

Finklestein: Okay, you know what? You're in time out. Get on top of the fridge! GET UP THERE!

Sally: This house is a fucking NIGHTMARE-

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Tag yourselves I’m SkeleTOL

(Meme made by @the-space-child )

[halzyon]

*doubt

[halzyon]

Sally: You are my daaad, you're my dad! Boogie-woogie-woogie!

Finklestein: ;-;

[halzyon]

TNBC Story Sneak-Peek

“Ready Or Not” a Nightmare Before Christmas fanfiction.

Jack Skellington paced the ground level of Finklestein Manor. His head was in a whirl, having to hold it in his hands as to not topple over.

The Pumpkin King could barely believe it. After so many long months of extensive anticipation, this was it. This was finally it.

Between his long strides, he often glanced up the spiralling ramp to where Sally’s old bedchambers were—exactly where his wife lay at this precise moment. On the verge of giving birth to the newest member of the Skellington family, their very first child, the supposed heir to the Pumpkin Throne. And it didn’t help his rising stress that she was enduring intense pain the last he saw of her. Who knows how much it had probably worsened by now…

He dragged his attention back to the ground and held his arms behind his back, treading over nuts and bolts mounded across the metallic foundation, his focus wavering dramatically and worrisome thoughts ravaging his conscience. Time felt neverending.

Why can’t I be up there? I’m at least half responsible for this child, aren’t I? Jack sighed, continuing the bite the stitch marks lining his mouth. He wasn’t entirely sure where he picked up the habit but he hardly cared right now.

This all seemed to be happening so quickly. He tried to distract himself and think over the events leading up to where fate had brought them tonight.

He smiled slightly for maybe the first time that night.

[halzyon]

JEWELSTEIN.

APPRECIATION. 

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Sally and Finklestein are dead

Pass it on

[jamiesonwolf]

A Year of You - Valletta Finklestein’s Dilemma

A Year of You – Valletta Finklestein’s Dilemma

Valetta looked out the window for the eleventh time in the space of thirty minutes. At the kitchen table behind her, Ignatius snapped the paper. “You know she’ll be home when she’s home.” He said. “Hasenpfeffer has her own mind about these things.”

Sighing, Valetta turned from the kitchen window. “Well I have to worry about somebody.” She said to the newspaper. “You won’t let me worry about…

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