#freakfink

[liftedrelics]

   𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃. If it wasn’t bad enough that they were here in the first place, Cyrus had planned this little adventure for the middle of the night on one of the creepiest nights of the year. It didn’t help that he could barely see ten feet in front of him, and the fog that creeped in over the baseball field was only growing thicker. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, hands clammy. He’s trying to wipe the sweat off on his pants but it isn’t helping. You would think he was an expert by now, they had captured other ghosts before them. The first born prince, the torso, the bound woman and the withered lover. Each and every one of them had their unique story, each one of them had pain and anger that was clear to Dennis when they made contact with him. He hated it, he hated them, and he hated Cyrus for making him do this. The only person he didn’t hate was the woman standing beside him. 

He turns his head, dropping the special glasses over his eyes in preparation for the Torn Prince; one of the more violent ghosts they would have to capture. “ How ya feelin? Cause I feel like shit. .....I really don’t wanna be here when this guy comes in swingin.” He’s already freaking out and hoping she’ll talk him out of being here. Hoping she’ll tell him they don’t NEED the money Cyrus was paying, hoping they could get out with their lives before he’s forced to meet his fate at the hands of the very things he was paid to capture and treat like animals. “ This ones bad Fink, this ones REAL BAD I can feel it. He’s not gonna play nice. People are gonna die tonight.” @freakfink​

[flammeusarch2]

@vicedamaged​  /  “Talk about- Max!” uwu @freakfink​  /  Talk about + max

this is going to be way too long and sappy. you know the drill. i’m not going to skirt around this because red and max have been a thing for like almost three months and they live rent free in my head:  they’re soulmates. in every universe. they’re just meant to be.

red met max by chance and in a setting that wasn’t even that special or particular in any way. it was actually quite... normal, which is something red is not used to experience anymore. that’s what draws her to him in the beginning, how common and basic max is. we joke around this a lot but i think if max any way different than how he is by the time they met, red wouldn’t have taken any interest in him and he would have been just some other guy to sleep with one time and then forget.

it’s all about the similarities and differences between them and how they seem to complement each other and make them better people. max makes red interested in living again when until now her only goal was to find a cure to end her immortality / dive deep into her job as a way to get some sort of fulfillment, direction... make some sense out of her existence. he comes with troubles and trauma on his shoulders but so does she, and i guess this is why they manage to understand each other so clearly.

i am firmly convinced that red needed to be in the headspace she is after tog, with all the hurt and the betrayal and the tiredness, to appreciate what the universe is offering to her. red and max are both lonely and broken and somehow they choose each other and put each other on the good path towards healing, which i think is extraordinary and so rare these days! they are by no means perfect or fairy tale like --- red is bound to see max die eventually, and same thing will happen with their kids unfortunately. but it’s worth it.

different thing goes for the verse where they’re both immortals. it takes time for them to get there but it’s no less powerful or healing. they’ve got less because the fear of losing people along the way is stronger, but at least they’ve got each other.

[asynjja-archive]

                    𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃,  all  drawn  into  the  small,  eccentric  bookstore  for  the  signing  session  it  hosts.  She  knows  neither  the  artist  nor  the  author,  isn’t  particularly  keen  on  comic  books  herself,  but  it’s  everything  that  Ferris  has  been  talking  about  for  the  past  few  weeks  and  what  kind  of  friend  would  she  be  if  she  didn’t  honour  that  kind  of  obsession?  She  finds  Ferris  right  at  the  top  of  the  queue,  grinning  cheek  to  cheek.  Eyes  meet  momentarily  and  she  signs,  Did  you  get  the  autograph?  As  if  to  answer  the  question,  the  signed  booklet  is  held  up  and  Moa  catches  up  with  her,  somewhere  a  little  farther  away  from  the  crowd.  In  her  hands,  she  holds  the  newest  issue  of  American  Gods.  She’s  never  read  it,  either,  but  figures  she  could  use  the  occasion  to  get  something  for  Kua’s  grandson.  “  What  do  you  think  –  this,  or  a  classic  Batman  comic?  ”

@freakfink​ .

[finleysgone]

@freakfink  sent ‘ good tidings we bring ’ for a gift!

[shepcwer]

▌█ ∵   🧁   ∵ █ ▌        ❝ Some people lie to me. Some just tryin' to get by. Some people I can't hurt. ❞ A glance towards her baby brother and his friends playing digdug yet again trying to beat Max’s high score before looking back to the other. It was weird being gone so long and not seeing her and then coming back to Hawkins and so many things were suddenly happening. She had graduated in Italy and come back to hell in her hometown. It was wild, a small glance out the door at the few people who she had gone to school with previously and tried to compliment her into giving them free games or something dumb like that. Although she would admit the calm right now was nice. Having Hawkins not be as wild was nice.  ❝ Some just rather say goodbye. ❞

                                  @freakfink​ liked the lyrics sc !

                                     Wait A Minute - By Willow

[softbutforeign]

End up like her nigga

[namastekringle]

a gift for @freakfink.

[upiredits]

FERRIS FINK. @freakfink