Person of Interest (2x19) - Trojan Horse
‘You got a crush on this number, don’t you Finch?’ ‘A human being can recognize qualities in another human being without ... ... she’s leaving her office.’
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Oscar: Get in the car Cookie.
Courtney: Where’d you get a jeep from?
Oscar: Does it matter? C’mon, get in!
Courtney: I don’t want to go anymore.
Oscar: I thought this was what you wanted.
Courtney: I know, but-...
Oscar: Would it make you feel better if I told you I’m probably gonna sack it off too?
Courtney: What? Why?
Oscar: It’s pointless being here.
Oscar: Taking that as a yes.
Courtney: Where will you go?
Oscar: I dunno. I know some pretty awesome wench that’ll probably let me crash at her place.
Courtney: [laughing] Wench?
Courtney: Don’t you have classes today?
Oscar: Probably. C’mon, let’s go before someone starts looking for this jeep.
Courtney: [snickers] Quit being daft.
Oscar: I didn’t think you’d be so bummed out to be leaving this place.
Courtney: I’m not...
My stuff for @rinchfest Day Two:
Clothes Borrowing - Teen and Up The autumn air is chilly, and John's shirt is still dangling off the back of the armchair in the bedroom. John won't mind if he borrows it.
Angst Fierce and Frightening and Overwhelming - Teen and Up Warning: Mpreg With Samaritan due to go live at any time, a pregnant Harold considers making a painful choice to protect his unborn child. Sequel to Satisfactory Conclusions.
* ． ◜ @enduers , mel + sterling ♡
despite her dislike of medical spaces, the smell enough to bring back unpleasant memories, mel hasn’t moved from the chair. staying by the bedside despite any protests. that, too, is sadly familiar. but the worry overwhelming her is bigger than any discomfort she may feel. he risked his life for her. & he got hurt because of it. ignoring how if the roles were reversed, she’d do the same thing.
“ don’t you ever do that again. ” voice speaks as soon as she notices him regain conciousness. maybe she shouldn’t have said that right away but her anxiety has her on edge. there’s a pause, voice lowering and beginning to tremble this time. “ i thought i lost you. ”
Star Finch (Bathilda ruficauda)
© pedro lastra
David Finch - Batman
rinchfest day 2 ʚϊɞ clothes
Finches - Ferdinand von Wright , 1889
Oil on canvas
Angst • Wedding/Engagement • Retirement • Clothes
Tag Tumblr posts with #rinchfest21 or #rinchweek21 and mention @rinchfest!
AO3 here! Day two works here! Rinch Discord server here!
Miss yesterday? You can post your late stuff on Day 7!
I think Lou might be… either a ,, rose finch?? Or… some other small bird…
RinchFest 2021, Day One: Tropes
Archive Link @rinchfest
Tags: Tropes, Pining, Mutual Pining, Only One Bed
Relationship: Harold Finch/John Reese
Summary: Harold's mysterious financials can afford the most extravagant of hotel suites and service. But when their number happens to be on a soccer team that's booked up every other room at the local motel, John and Harold with find themselves in closer proximity than usual.
Harold shook his head disapprovingly as a couple of jersey-clad teenagers raced past them. "I'll certainly be relieved to stay in the Ritz-Carlton again," he muttered, adjusting his glasses.
John chuckled at his disgruntled boss. "Does the Ritz-Carlton have cocoa puffs and fruit loops with its continental breakfast?" he teased. Harold merely rolled his eyes.
They'd passed a number of other high school soccer players on the way to their room. Their number was among them, though the danger was currently unknown. Unfortunately, the soccer team had booked up most of the hotel in anticipation for the game. Harold had been lucky to get them a room at all.
As he slid the key card into the slot Harold spoke again. "I do apologize for the accommodations, Mr. Reese, but this was the best I could do on such short notice."
Upon entering, John realized what Harold was apologizing for. The room was humble in size, lacking the amenities and luxuries Harold was probably used to. In the center of the room, there was only a single queen-sized bed.
Swallowing the sudden rush of nerves at the implications, John shrugged. "No big deal. I don't plan on doing much sleeping anyway." He deposited his duffel bag in the closet before starting his cursory sweep of the room.
Harold clicked his tongue and John's anxious nature. "I highly doubt that our room has been bugged, Mr. Reese."
"Until we know exactly why the Machine gave us Charlie's number," John retorted, "I'd rather not take any chances."
Pursing his lips, Harold busied himself with hacking into the motel's surveillance. While he admired John's vigilance, he did lament that John had yet to truly let his guard down when they were together. They spent so little time within physical proximity to each other, an absence that Harold felt keenly. Shaking the thought, he turned his attention to finding Charlie on the security feeds. The teen was exactly where the itinerary said he would be- in the lobby, reviewing the strategies for the next day's soccer game.
"You should get some rest," Harold commented, his eyes still on the screen.
John blinked. "We're not here on vacation, Harold," he murmured, stepping closer, "We're here on a job."
"John, please," Harold sighed, dropping formality and letting his partner's first name slip. He looked up into John's piercing blue eyes. Steeling his resolve, he continued, "I admire your dedication to the cause, but he's with his coach and his teammates, they'll be in the lobby for a few hours." When John opened his mouth to protest, Harold pressed on. "The computer will alert us if he starts to move. Please, get some sleep while you can."
Unable to deny Harold's gentle pleading, John conceded, compromising by staying fully dressed except for his jacket. He didn't want to be caught barefoot if he had to move quickly. Even so, he found his eyes fluttering closed, and lulled by the sound of Harold's fingers on the computer keys, he drifted off in minutes.
The sound of John's slow, even breathing assured Harold that John was asleep, and Harold sighed. He knew that their work was important, and that he couldn't do it without John, but Harold often wished that he could just keep Harold safe and comfortable, instead of putting him in mortal peril. Harold wished that John could always be as peaceful as he looked now- his face unguarded, his lips slightly parted, and his hands unclenched. Harold studied his partner, committing every detail of the tableau to memory.
His reverie was broken by a yawn, and he realized he'd been awake even longer than John. Glancing at the security feeds, Harold assured himself that Charlie was still safely planted in the lobby, sprawled out on a couch toying with a soccer bawl.
"A few winks probably wouldn't hurt," he whispered to himself as exhaustion set in. Removing a few layers of his own, Harold settled as carefully as he could, doing his best not to disturb the sleeping ex-soldier. John shifted as Harold nestled beside him, but his eyes didn't open, and his breathing remained steady. Harold couldn't resist the opportunity to study John's face up close, counting the freckles and scars he hadn't yet noticed. Up close, Harold realized with delight that John snored ever so slightly. With the gentle noise, Harold didn't even notice when his eyes closed.
John woke with a start to a chiming sound. It was Harold's computer, alerting them to new activity. But before he could move to locate Charlie and take action if necessary, he had to disentangle himself from Harold.
He never would have guessed that Harold was like an octopus- clinging to John in a tangle of limbs. How he managed to wrap himself around John without John noticing was baffling. John trusted Harold with his life, sure, but even more than that-
John didn't have time to think about it now. Rearranging Harold as delicately as he could, he moved to the laptop to get eyes on their number. To his great relief, the team had moved to the hotel pool, and Charlie was currently doing a cannonball into the water. He was safe for the time being, but John should keep an eye on him anyway.
With a sigh, John grabbed his jacket and checked his gun before heading for the door. He paused a moment before turning back. Draping a blanket over Harold's still sleeping form, John carefully tucked Harold in, removing his glasses and placing them on the bedside table. Next to the glasses, he left a note- "Gone poolside. Be back later. -J."
John took one last longing look at his partner. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the warmth and safety of Harold's arms. He might tease Harold for it in the morning, to see if his bespectacled partner even remembered falling asleep next to him. Maybe, if John was really lucky, they'd be stuck in the motel for an extra night.
Scenes From My Walk - Female House Finch #ScenesFromMyWalk #HouseFinch #FemaleHouseFinch #Finch (at Santa Fe, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUOUwh7LO7G/?utm_medium=tumblr
changed my blog title to honour anubis' entrance line bc it was underrated GOLD
Gouldian Finch (Erythrura gouldiae)
© Bob Decker
Flowershop & Tattooist AU - Archie the florist asking for very casual gossip from his bestie at the Tattoo place, over some candy cigarettes 🌸🖋🏳️🌈
Part of an art trade which @narelleaustralis sketched and I inked and coloured! 💛💛💛
I needed tail feathers for these birds...
i will never not understand dog club’s inability to do online entries like im sorry but im not going to enter ur trial unless u give me the option the pay and enter online. i Refuse To Mail Anything. do u know how much of a hassle that is