Finney thinks he'll collapse onto the floor and become one with the tile now.
He can hear it, when people say stuff like that to him, when Bruce says he'd never had as much love for someone the way he loved them, when Billy takes his hands and tells him he'll always be his favorite person to whisper too, he can hear the childhood sounds of toys and bike bells and radio stations switching over from talks of war to soft Melodies and songs.
He can see his mothers eyes and the way she sat him down and explained so many things he couldn't properly understand at the time, and yet he didn't stay long enough to see the end of the tides in Vietnam alongside his friends who subconsciously and in their childlike wonder, wanted to see it too.
"Hey." Robin whispers to him. A soft gust of wind just between the two of them.
He's not sure why it's so hard, it really isn't. It just painful. He'd lost so many things when he left, and now that he's regained so much good he can't help but feel bitter about what was taken from him anyways.
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I tried to run away when I was 6 (but I got to scared to cross the street)
On The Beach by #StanleyKramer starring #GregoryPeck, #AvaGardner and #FredAstaire, "feels soul-stirring more than depressing, and it’s one of Kramer’s more complicated and interesting efforts in social justice filmmaking."
STANLEY KRAMER
Bil’s rating (out of 5): BBBB
USA, 1959. Stanley Kramer Productions, Lomitas Productions. Screenplay by John Paxton, based on the novel by Nevil Shute. Cinematography by Giuseppe Rotunno. Produced by Stanley Kramer. Music by Ernest Gold. Production Design by Rudolph Sternad. Costume Design by Joe King. Film Editing by Frederic Knudtson.
Humanity is about to disappear off the planet…
OK LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS. they are & have always been each other's anchors. donna lost herself and the doctor went mad with grief when they parted. the universe draws them together time & time again. they know this. we, the audience, know this. so there's no more "what was that for?" "i don't know!" after a hug. now he kisses her hand to calm her. looks into her eyes. holds her hand to his hearts. maybe he's comforting himself just as much as he's comforting her. he's loved & lost so many & second chances are not a guarantee. grief may be love with no place to go, but she's here & she remembers & she's alive! so the love comes rushing out
Donna Anderson and her very sweet fond love of one silly finney blake
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“Finney, you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I mean really- if guys were more like you maybe the world would be a better place.”
Finney flushes, his hand stilling amidst his writing “huh?” He smiles weakly, nervously lifting his head to meet her eyes
“You’re just really nice. Feel like people don’t tell you that enough. Or appreciate you for it.” She shrugs, turning back to scribbling across her paper.
He smiles softly, letting his eyes fall back to the paper, his face a warm red from ear to ear