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I'm a sucker for hypothetical children, so, what would a NightFinch hypokit potentially look or act like?

oohh ok! :0 i thinkk if its a hypokit, then any design with an incorporation of brown, black and some tabby stripes would be good... maybe ill draw one for fun..

its hard to say what the kit would act like.. because i think Night would absolutely suck at parenting. plus this would have to be a post-civil war situation (if they both didnt die) so Finch would be better off than Night but still a little messed up

if we go with the happiest possible option of alpine sort of communally helping them both and them supporting each other well i think they would grow up to act smart and reserved but absolutely be secretly a menace.. like will do what they're told but will go out of their way to be an inconvenience lmao. nobody wants to complain because they've all seen Finch dismember cats during the war and Night is Night

actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

@ jasongrace

@ finnickodair

@@ Michael Yew

@ Lee Fletcher

(I wish both had their own story in the series)

@ tris prior

@ rue (hunger games)

@ cinna

@ zoe nightshade

@ bob (hoh)

@ Charles Beckendorf

@Silena Beauregard

@ luke castellan( i think think he deserved better,he just wanted a father)

@ bianca di angelo

@ will from five feet apart

@ augustus waters

@ finch from all the bright places

@ Achilles and Patroclus my loves

@ basically half of the people from Hunger Games trilogy

Should I continue???

I use the Finch app because it's cute and helps me get things done, but my Finch just discovered Mondays and geez... imagine not knowing what a Monday was.

THE SERIES GOES ON :

Gregory Peck !!

You could barely see a thing. Newsies boys throwing punches and scabs swepping legs. Right now, it was war. Race was entagled in another big looking scab who definitely had too much of an ego, if anything by the way his smirk grew with every punch he landed. He pushed Race backward, scraping his back on the top of the building. He recovered by kicking him in the balls, obviously. As the scab fell down with a grunt, making no move to hop back up, Race frantically looked around for other newsies to help.

Mush and Blink were killing everyone in sight (mostly Blink), Davey was holding his own with some assistance from Jack, and Finch and Albert were gathering all the young Brooklyn Newsies and driving them away, but it looked like Romeo was in trouble. He was backed into a wall and Race's heart dropped when he caught sight of a flash of metal coming from the scabs hand. Immediately pushing of the ground, Race ran over and stepped in from of Albert, before kicking him the chest, sending him flying a few feet away. A second later, a Brooklyn newsies he didnt recognize came swinging in with a baseball bat, connecting with the scabs head. All three of them connected eyes as the Brooklyn newsies let out a breath of air, and Albert gave a twisted grin. Race himself copying Albert, he lifts his head high looking for another fight.

He partly wished they hadn't come, but there was no chance they wouldn't have. After all, if you get word that all the scabs in and near Brooklyn were going to jump the Brooklyn boys, even with Brooklyn's reputation, they needed all the help they could get. Thankfully they arrived early, and by now, it looked like they were going to win by the second. Now all Race needs to do is-

BANG.

Everything went silent. Everyone stopped moving. Soft breaths of air was the only thing Race heard, besides the ringing in his ears. It can't be. Almost everyone had a weapon, but- that sounded way too similar to a gun.

Race whipped his head around and saw one of the scabs. The boy was facing outwards with his arm stretched out, his knuckles white, holding- a gun. He was smaller, and had less muscle than the other scabs did, but his teeth were clenched in a scowl, and you could see the anger and fear in his eyes, if you couldn't tell by the shaking of his body.

Race slowly followed the trail where the bullet wouldv'e traveled and his eyes landed on a boy standing near the ledge.

A short boy. A boy with a big temper and ego. A boy with calm, dirty blonde hair, who like to grease it in the mornings, and often yelled whenever anyone were to touch it. A boy with a pimp cane that he wore at his side, that was now broken and scattered across the roof. A boy that had a stern look but a soft smile. A boy that was clutching his shoulder with blood spilling through his fingers. A boy that had the temper of a mad man, but would never get mad at Race, no matter how much Race tried to annoy or irritate him. A boy that Race loved. A boy who closed his eyes for the last time and fell off the roof.

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Finch is so good. I don’t care enough to do stuff for myself but the bird needs new clothes and furniture so of course I need to take care of myself.

Her name is Orange, can you tell why? /j