#freakfink

[deputystakes-arc]

@freakfink​​ said,   7. favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time    /    excessively detailed headcanons — accepting.

ashley most commonly wastes time by just exercising.   he doesn’t really do it to stay in shape, or stay healthy, that’s not his drive, he does it because it kills time, it wears him out, he can turn up the television and just let one hour merge into the next.   sometimes, he’ll hit the gym, but other times, he’ll stay within the walls of his apartment.   and ashley doesn’t really feel like he’s wasting time — he feels like he has too much of it, and he’s got to kill it somehow.   one of the worst parts of his insomnia is the time it gives him, those slow hours of night.   and work can only use up so much of his time — he’ll take on extra work   ( i.e, the paperwork no one else wants to fill out, the boxes of files no one else wants to sort through )   but it never lasts him long enough.   he’s still got too many hours to himself at the end of the day.

#file. #freakfink

[lottiemay]

continued from x.

“Excuse me?” a brow rose, acting as if she was truly offended, but really, she wasn’t. The Rocky Mountains seemed to have potential.. beautiful sights and even more beautiful Bigfoot sightings. The Rockies were a long shot but if it churned out content and curiosity, she was not against a trip for a few days. “And, YES! I am fucking high,” a bit louder than the thud of the rain, she hoped that Ferris was able to, at least, lip read a bit despite how heavy it started to become and their vision a bit disoriented from it. 

“This is our brand! It’s always Bigfoot until it’s not... and, that was not a bear’s roar. Trust me on this.” If anything, Lottie was quite knowledge on the sounds of animals, for the most part. That was a prized talent that she prided herself on, but it’s wrong way too often. It was the thought that counts, right? “Oh, gross! —You do know that I’d protect you, yeah? I have a flare gun. Besides, this isn’t Texas. That’s where the weirdos are. You know, other than me,” she winked. “Now, come on!”

@freakfink​

#freakfink #— sasquatchers anonymous. ⇾ VERSE: MAIN.

[cindybermcn]

@freakfink​ : “  guys!  guys.  i  think  there’s  someone  in  the  woods.  ”

                        wide  eyes  whip  the  flash  light  to  the  surrounding  woods.  the  branches  create  shadows  that  reach  out  and  try  to  grab  her.  “  you  can’t  just  say  stuff  like  that,  especially  because  we  are  looking  for  a  witch’s  hand.  ”  there  is  a  shiver  that  crawls  up  her  spine  as  she  illuminated  the  many  holes  the  nurse  had  dug.  all  of  them  seemed  to  be  the  approximate  size  for  a  human  and  they  were    clustered  together.  cindy  took  a  moment  to  try  and  steady  her  breathing.  all  of  this  was  crazy.  there  had  to  be  a  reason  why  nurse  lane  had  said  those  things  about  tommy.  “  there’s  no  one  there.  ”

#freakfink #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . » answered — it’s a perfect ending. no. it’s a perfect beginning.

[unbelong-arc]

STARTER CALL     /     @freakfink​.

                   quickly ted slams the door, turning, only to look around, as if someone else was in the quiet cabin with them. ‘okay, you’re tellin’ me... hang on, i need to catch my breath,’ palms lay flat against his knees, the boy hunched over to take several deep breaths. incredulous eyes move back to ferris after a long moment of wheezing. ‘you believe me. it. all of it!’ ecstatic laugh, one hand moves through thick curls. ‘holy shit. i mean... holy fuck! i’ve never meant anyone else who... wow!’

#he's VERY excited to share his findings with someone #*& theodore robinson — how to run from the mess you made. #freakfink

[autumnwept]

❝ Oh shit, that’s awesome. ❞

     He doesn’t mean to be looking over her shoulder but whatever she’s drawing caught his eye and now he can’t help but stare. He shifts the strap of his bag up higher on his shoulder as he moves in front of her. ❝ That for a project or just for fun? ❞

[ @freakfink​​ ] 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

#freakfink #Jackson Bloom [ INTERACTIONS ] #freakfink [ FERRIS FINK ] #he doesnt know she's deaf but uhhhhHHH he may get excited because he knows a little asl

[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​

#freakfink #𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: // Dennis Rafkin. #𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 // 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: Ghost hunting isn’t a hobby.

[asynjja]

          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍.   The bedroom adjacent to the patio that Fred has made her own is unoccupied on the weekend   and it’s that much more COMFORTABLE than camping in the living room.   But telling Ferris about it takes a backseat,   at least for now;   brows attempt to not show too much concern ――   doesn’t want her to think she’s a terrible pessimist.   She isn’t.   But she’s never quite liked being affectionate,   makes her heart ACHE in that primordial realisation that every ounce of love costs her twice as much pain.   And still shoulder nudges Ferris’.     “ You do know you can talk to me about everything, right? ”     It’s attempted reassurance,   warmth reflected in charcoal eyes. “ But hey, since you’re already here ――   I could use a little help with going through old newspaper articles.   Can’t quite tell you what I’m looking for,   a patter maybe.   A familiar face. ”

@gazedlong​,   surprise starter!!

#gazedlong #freakfink #just so i find it on my own blog lmao!! #surprise i miss u #― ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ɢᴏᴅ . ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴏsᴛᴀᴛᴇ . main .

[shinegone]

     “ I know, ”  he  said,  something  akin  to  a  smirk  crosses  his  face  as  he  rolls  his  eyes.  his  tone  is  light  however,  always  indulgent  with  a  fair  bit  of  nihilism.  “  there  is  no  gravity, ”  << life  just  . . .  sucks. >>

            ferris  ,  @freakfink​                           –  p.  

#freakfink #STARTER. #freakfink 03. #n_n #im working on a reply for one of our things too as well :D

[shinedied]

                               @freakfink​  wrote  on  the  blackboard,        ✏     ❛ well,  i  did  mean  to  scare  you,  ‘ sort  of ’  scare  you,  but  not ‘ for  real ’  scare  you. ❜

            given  a  different  day,  a  different  week  he  probably  wouldn’t  have  been  so  jumpy.  a  shaky  smile  is  exchanged  with  a  nod  of  his  head.  he’s  fine,  really  --  just,  hasn’t  been  getting  enough  SLEEP  lately.  the  nightmares  are  back,  and  they’re  bad  this  time  around.  THE  SHAPE  advances  in  the  dark,  and  he  dreads  the  sun  setting  later.  “ you  finally  managed  to  really  get  me. ”  he  chooses  to  be  more  amused  with  it  even  if  that  fear  still  lingers  beneath  the  skin.  <<  good  job. >>

#freakfink #broadcasting colors : answered #ninety in ninety : writings

[spyderedarch]

your new icons are really pretty! your writing is really stellar! your aesthetic is really neat! you are really cool! thank you for coming to my Ted talk

HI I LOVE YOU THANK YOU THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. This made my night, okay? I'm glad you like me and my big tired assassin. ❤❤❤

#freakfink #HI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OKAY #ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴜssɪᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / answered

[dvarapala]

‘ i can’t find Pip! ’

i haven’t seen the movie yet // @freakfink

"okay, okay. just breathe. it's gonna be okay. we'll find pip together, all right? just... just stick with me."

#freakfink #answered. #main verse. #queue.

[luckheist]

@freakfink​  asked :  “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ”

◤✦ 𝐋 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐘  𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ✦◢                 for  a  moment ,  she  pretends  to  not  hear  the  other  as  she  bandages  her  palm  and  makes  a  mental  note  to  never  catch  a  blade  with  bare  hands  again .  fucking  ouch .  she  doesn’t  want  to  acknowledge  the  other’s  words .  she  knows  she’s  gone  off  the  deep  end ...  knows  that  she’s  put  herself  in  a  place  where  she  can’t  bring  herself  to  care  about  her  own  wellbeing .  but  that’s  exactly  where  she  wants  to  be . 

shame  she  couldn’t  force  anyone  else  into  that  tiny  little  box .

<< i’m  perfectly  capable  of  asking  for  help ,  thank  you  very  much . >>  she  looks  up  from  the  wound ,  blue  eyes  settling  on  the  concerned  features  of  her  friend .  friend ...  felicia  has  to  remind  herself  what  that  word  means  once  in  a  while .  she  has  a  tendency  to  forget  that  it  means  someone  cares  about  her .  their  mistake  really .  anyone  close  enough  to  her  to  care  must  be  pretty  fucking  good  at  making  horrible  life  choices .  << i  just  didn’t  need  any . >>

she  knows  it  was  about  more  than  the  physical  wounds .  but  she  wasn’t  ready  to  acknowledge  that .  fake  a  smile .  pretend  that  the  world  is  eating  out  of  the  palm  of  her  hand .  pretend  that  she’s  not  spiraling .

#☾･ﾟ: * ARC 001 ↳ now ι ĸnow нow тнe rιver ғeelѕ wнen ιт reacнeѕ тнe ѕea #freakfink #ic ↳ answered

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

@freakfink​  ;    𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎—- 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎.”

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺  when  the  surprise  kiss  was  planted  along  her  mouth.  red  transfers  and  an  instantaneous  𝐹𝐿𝑈𝑆𝐻  𝑂𝐹  𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐸𝐾𝑆  greets  her  girlfriend,  accompanied  by  a  laugh  so  𝐷𝑈𝐿𝐶𝐸𝑇  ,  helena  barely  recognizes  it.  leave  it  to  ferris  to  bring  out  this  𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇𝑁𝐸𝑆𝑆  in  her.  buxom  form  is  still  melded  against,  ring  clad  hands  lifting  up  to  cup  at  the  other’s  cheeks,      “does  that  mean  i  can  have  𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅  one?”        words  a  velvet  timbre  between  them,  the  tip  of  helena’s  nose  lifting  to  nuzzle  𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌  against  ferris’  own,      “by  the  way,  this  is  𝙰  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃  𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁  𝙾𝙽  𝚈𝙾𝚄.  ”

#freakfink #/ wow i am sO SOFT

[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.

#♤ ─── ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs. ( answered ) #♤ ─── ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ( max ) #vicedamaged #freakfink #( you guys sent this at the same time it was so funny ) #( also not me crying writing this. what a shitshow lmao )

[liftedrelics]

@freakfink​ sent:  ❝ i’m a master of cuddling, too - got a black belt, multiple disciplines. ❞ ( for her main crush dennis lol )

         𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒. A simple touch, it doesn’t even have to be skin to skin contact and he’s seizing on the floor, writhing  with the memories and pain of that individuals past. Dennis had never allowed himself to get close enough to anyone to get to this point; a point where he’s seen and felt it all, a point where when she touches him, especially with affection; he doesn’t have to fear it. There’s amusement in the way he laughs, a large goofy grin just for her. “ Oh, I dunno ….I’ve had some training from the BEST and I’m a hundred percent positive I could out cuddle you.”

#freakfink #𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: // Dennis Rafkin. #𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 // 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: Ghost hunting isn’t a hobby. #// wow this was so cheesy thank you XD #Dennis who spent his whole life not touching people #telling her he's had TRAINING LOL

[deputystakes-arc]

@freakfink —— i’m not gonna let you die today.

   𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐓, 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏, 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃.   when christian hadn’t answered his phone for the fifth time in a row, ashley knew something was going on.   and when he pulled into an empty driveway, received no answer at the door, something twisted in his gut.   like a knife.   like the hot metal of a bullet, embedded.   dread washed over him,  white-hot, fucking molten.   but hearing christian’s name over the phone, roll off the slayer’s tongue, so casually, that was something else entirely.   the sink of the blade and the twist, the upward pull, he felt gutted.     (  stake's already tucked away, and while he doesn’t plan on using it, he’s never left without it on his hip.   it was a reminder of who he was.   what he was doing.   who he was doing this for.  )     he checks the magazine of his sidearm and slides it back into dark holster.   the man on the phone had dug his own grave.   ash was only coming to collect.

a man who should’ve called him kin was now threatening the life of his partner.   ash knew two things.   one  ——  no one was going to stop him from slamming that door shut behind him and taking off like a bat out of hell.   two  ——  he wasn’t going to stop until the slayer was dead.   the slayer wanted to talk.   said he couldn’t get graves’ attention before.   said he was confident he sure as hell had it now.     (  ‘ ain’t gonna die ’  he says, as he shrugs dark jacket upon tense shoulders.   before blaring ringtone, he’d been pacing the room, foot tapping incessantly when he’d finally taken a seat, finally talked to ferris, let it all out.  )

and ashley appreciates the sentiment, he appreciates her, but the fire’s already been lit.   they all knew the consequences of having a job like this.   there wasn’t a place he went where he couldn’t feel icy breath on his neck, feel eyes on his body like crosshairs.     (  always out of the grave and back in the saddle, they’ve nearly died for each other more times than they could count, always said,  if we survive this, it’ll be one hell of a story  ...  )     dying under glaring sun.   dying in the other’s place.   cut to the day he opened a vein for christian, the first time in a long time he’d let a tear stream down his cheek so openly, first time he’d smiled while vision blurred, first time he’d ever rested his forehead against christian’s, let the relief wash over him in waves, let the fires die down, drown out.   ferris would understand, wouldn’t she?

« he’s out there, so I’m gonna walk out that door, and I’m gonna bring him back. »    finally does he meet her eyes.   is it telling?   can she see the cracks in the glass holding everything back?   his life before christian was hard liquor out the bottle and unto the tongue,  cold beds and cold meals and cold stares.   christian had brought some warmth, somehow.   lit a fire, was the jacket on ashley’s shoulders in the coldest times.   to go back to that life, that long line of fine  ——  he couldn’t imagine it.   imagine that.   she’d understand, wouldn't she?    « he’d do that much for me. »

#SCRIPT —— you’re so far from your weapon and you want to go home. #freakfink