#finleystevens

[desafia]

@finleystevens​ didn’t ask but ghost huntin mags is in my head rent free

             she lies on the floor of the decaying building with little care for the stains she might collect on her dress.  back flat against the wood surface and hands comfortably folded over her stomach,  her attention rests with that of the spiritual.  the energy in this place is undeniable.  it’s exciting.  and also distracting.  the being closest to her feels young.  lips curl into an amused smile at the thoughts pressed into her mind.  gaze focuses again to shift towards finley with a soft laugh.  hands lift to sign up at him  ❛   apparently you look like her weird uncle who does improv.   ❜

[sparrowsfall]

@finleystevens​​ !

     “ You know, it’s not often that Crockett is graced with a new face, from what I’ve heard. Even if they’re just passing through. We’re blessed to have you visiting us, Mr. Stevens. ” 

The children are especially thrilled by this man’s arrival, his presence causing quite the commotion following Sunday morning mass. Even his teenage altar boys, Warren and Ooker, were uncharacteristically enthusiastic upon catching sight of him. The priest made out precious few things through the cacophony of their excitable chatter : something about YOUTUBE and MONSTER HUNTING and the mystery man’s name being FINLEY STEVENS. 

The man that is not Father Paul Hill walks beside this perfect stranger, afternoon sun casting its golden-hour light upon the gravel walkways that crunch beneath their feet --- paths which Little Leeza Scarborough can now use to race past the pair of them and catch up to her peers, a speed at which only her very own two legs can carry her. And though he will not outright accuse him, it is not lost on the priest that THIS is likely why their visitor has shown his face on Crockett. That he is not only questioning the Glories of God, but believes something much more sinister is at play. A disheartening thought, to say the least.

“ Forgive me if I’m prying, but uh--- what exactly is the nature of your business here? Crockett certainly isn’t well-known for its ghost stories. ” Not unless the ghost of the island’s long-dead prosperity counts. His tone is even. His ever-charming and ever-present clergyman smile painted across his features. Although there is a slight glimmer of something else in his otherwise dark eyes. One might dare call it humor.   “ And I believe all the talk of that Harpoon Harry is just a ruse to keep the teens out of the Uppards. ” 

[dukecrocker-moved]

@finleystevens​ asked  :    💬 ↳   send    💬    for   me   to   write   a   generated   starter.

                      ❛        𝙨𝙤  . . .    you’ve    just     been   living   in   denial   all  these  years   ?        ❜

[unecrth]

he eyes the man sitting on the other side of the bathysphere as it descends.   he can’t imagine what this would be like if he was alone:  the plane crash,  a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean.   a city underwater.   it all sounds so much like the books he entertains himself with.   except he’s usually dry when he’s reading,  cable knit sweater weighed down with water.   standing,  he wrings out the hem,  grimacing at both the sound and his feet getting that much more wet.   it will probably take hours before he’s dry again and he can only hope that rapture,  as the presentation had stated,  will give him the opportunity to do something about his clothes.   he gestures to the other man,  encouraging him to do the same lest he be cold and wet for longer than he needs to be.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 ( @finleystevens ).

[shinearch]

@finleystevens​  :  “ can  i  ask  you  a  cuckoo  bananas  question ? ” 

      lips  pull  into  a  tight  line  as  he  raises  his  shoulders.  it  could  pass  for  a  shrug  and  yet  he  feels  a  headache  coming  on.  “ i  have  a  feeling  you’re  going  to  ask  it  anyway.  so,  go  on. ”

[meddled-a]

@finleystevens​ felt held

          SHE WAS TWENTY - SIX . It is her birthday. More specifically it is the first birthday she has had since the loss of her family. If she were home again her Mother would have called her precisely at 11:22 am, the moment she was born. Her sister would have sent her a text with a simple birthday cake emoji. Dani’s father would recount her birth and make her laugh. She ached for the laughter that she knew she would never experience again. It numbs her. Christian wished her a happy birthday but something about it felt rushed, like it was a thought that had nearly slipped his mind. His actions only made the loss of her family so glaringly clear. 

          Dani was basking in the never ending sun that Hälsingland was gifted with.  It was peculiar not to see the sunrise or know for certain how the days were passing. There is uneasiness to the feeling, like it’s something that she cannot escape. Time, here and elsewhere, would move on without her and she could do nothing to stop it. The grass feels like pinpricks on the back of her legs, and she only turned when she heard rustling beside her. “ Good morning Fin, ” She said, a smile stretching onto her features. Dani rolled her shoulders back, shifting to get more comfortable. “ Have you heard the latest between Christian and Josh ? They’re both trying to do their thesis projects on the Hårga. ” It seemed a little silly to her that they were fighting over it, but it certainly kept them occupied. 

[jasonbrennerold]

@finleystevens​ / starter call

the lab had been the source of his nightmares for a long time, but some part of him had truly believed that he’d never end up there again. how wrong he was. they’d grabbed him so easily, scooped him up after school and used water to make sure he wouldn’t fight back. this was different to the last time he was at the lab, though. more violent, less about the experiments themselves. he’d only been there a couple of days, but already they’d caused plenty of damage. he’d been beaten for practically the entire first day, some form of reprimand for his previous escape. who knows how many times he’d passed out, doused with water until he woke up again. each time was worse than the last, each drop of water making it harder and harder. today they’ve left him alone so far, tied to a chair in an empty room, accompanied only by sprinklers in the roof that would go off at random intervals to mess him up. wrists are red and raw from trying to break out of the restraints, but he’s made no progress. all he can do is sit there, hoping that either he’d be saved or they’d just kill him — the thought of continuing to live through this being far worse than the thought of death.

[grogupositivity]

also @finleystevens​​ being literally the most patient human being i have ever known. like. how are you making these amazing graphics so casually as if they aren’t the most gorgeous things i’ve ever seen ?? and then there’s fin. the Babe. the actual honest to jesus loml. his verses fit his character perfectly, you’ve reignited my love for bill hader, and watching him explore the world through his investigations never fails to astonish me ! his relationships are unique and diverse, and i consider it a genuine joy to write with you and get to know you every day !