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[cryingwclves]

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

what mostly gets him is when he thinks about his dad and the loneliness that he must have felt because people didn't understand him. to finley, he was the kind of dad that would do anything for anyone but no one would ever do so in return. they get sad thinking about the fact that they can now understand the isolation in believing things that other's don't. being ridiculed to a grand audience is an inherited thing.

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open ! where: pub near broadcasting house !

sometimes they think what would happen if they grew up in the same vein as their brother. perhaps they would have a decent career, one that could get them a better place in london to live in, a place where they didn't have to worry about the underbelly of london and all of the corrupt people and politicians that wanted finley's head on a spike. it's hard to imagine how his brother goes to sleep at night. it must be nice, they think, in the end. finley is his father's child, the way that they take after him. believer in the things that people dared not to believe in. accused of being wrong so many times, but little do people know, even a broken clock is right twice a day. finley blythe wasn't an idiot, he had the degrees, and did well in school, they were just different. which made them dangerous. he had gone on the bbc, knowing that their name would be dragged through the mud, but they held their ground, laid the facts, and if the world didn't want to believe them? well, that was on them. finley would have the last laugh and say, i told you so. maeve's mum had their daughter for the night, and frankly, finley was going to get drunk, and if he was lucky, maybe he wouldn't go home alone. but mainly, he wanted a drink. a strong one. once he sits down at the bar, his head peers over to see what the person next to them is drinking and points at it and says, "i'll have that."

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finley was having a rough fucking day. last night didn't go as planned and now he was going to be late picking up his kid, but he had to run to the store and make her the valentines day basket that he promised he was going to do. by the time he makes it st. pancreas he's sweating, he hates taking the underground but its the only way to get anywhere fast enough. when they hear someone talking to them they lift their head before holding back laughter. "not the romantic kind." he might have had flings before, he loved his best friend but it was the kind of love that was platonic, clearly, since after they had slept together it clearly wasn't going to work. they supposed it worked out in the end, they were both gay, and were better off as friends. "my daughter, though." he eventually say. "i'd do anything for her."

WHO: Anyone! WHERE: St Pancras Station WHEN: Valentine's Day

Now that the work rush was over, St Pancras had quieted down just a little. Every once in a while, someone hurried past, clearly on their way to catch a train or a taxi, but for the most part, people were strolling--maybe to visit the world's longest champagne bar, maybe to check into the high-class hotel, maybe just looking at the architecture and artwork. Charley had staked out a spot under the giant statue of two lovers embracing, hoping maybe it would entice people to listen to songs about love.

But not his own. Charley had written plenty about his brush with love before--but on Valentine's Day, he figured most people wanted to hear about when it'd gone right.

The terrace was empty enough that he'd taken a little break from performing, though, and had his notebook propped on top of his guitar. He'd play a couple notes, scribble something; play something else, scribble more. It was hard to capture the true depth of a feeling if you hadn't experienced it yourself, and he'd never had the chocolates-and-roses kind of deal. So the next best thing was hearing from someone who had, and when a person passed by close enough to talk to, he asked them, "Have you ever loved somebody?"

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Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?

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⟨ bill hader. demi-man. he/they. forty-five. ⟩  We just saw finley ‘finn’ blythe entering the broadcasting house. I heard through the grapevine that they are radio show host. Although they are [ with the media ], they can sometimes be hostile,stubborn, or even aloof but I’ve also heard some people say that they were curious, firm in their beliefs and quite perceptive.

full name:  finley blyth enickname(s):  finn, finny ( thanks to his brother ), blythe name meaning:  finley: fair-haired hero, courageous one. blythe: cheerful age:  fourty-five date of birth:  september 9th star sign:  virgo place of birth: doolin, ireland current location: london gender:  demi-man pronouns:  he/they sexual orientation:  homosexual religion:  agnostic occupation: radio show host, conspiracist, writer family:  riordan blythe ( father ), talulla cagney-blythe ( mother ), devlin blythe ( brother ), maeve blythe ( daughter ) education level: you would not believe this, but he does have a journalism degree, english literature degree living arrangements:  small flat with his daughter financial status:  could be better spoken languages:  english, some irish ( re: his mother )

talulla kept the family together when her husband was away at his cabin, being ‘away’ meant he was on the line for writing the next great novel. he was famous amongst fellow conspiracist about aliens, the government, and every odditie in between. his words were spoken with passion and wit and it was hard to be close to him if you didn’t understand. on the outside it shouldn’t have worked, talulla and riordan, but they loved each other deeply even if one parent had their head in the clouds and the other had both feet planted on the ground. 

they used to say that finley was the cost of having a second child, devlin was the older brother and was the golden boy, or so they used to say. he did everything right and was going to be a doctor someday. he wanted to go into the medical field like his mother who was a nurse, he believed in science and factual proof. sometimes that would lead to the kind of arguments with his father where no one spoke to each other for a couple of days. 

but where they grew up everyone knew everyone – people loved tallula but could never quite stomach riordan who was english, riordan who corrupted tallula, riordan who often embarrassed his entire family with his questions, his theories. 

by the time that finn could speak he was already a little pariah. someone had to stick up for those that weren’t brave enough to. finn used to be loud enough to get in trouble, but at least he stood up for something. often times, it was because he was defending his father. he wondered why that was so hard for devlin to do. 

being gay was a fucking walk in the park in comparison to who his dad was and the kind of books he wrote about. he wouldn’t begin to understand his father’s loneliness until much later. 

he’s in his second year of university when his father dies. ,

after his dad dies, he sits in the shadows and eventually gets his degrees, he writes for the media but it’s all bullshit. but things change after his mother decides to finally move house into something smaller, his dad used to keep clips of things he was passionate about, it’s then that fin hears about the secret underbelly of london. and then, he finally has a purpose again. 

he knows that his father wasn’t the crazy old man that people called him, in the same way that they say that finley is crazy. they know that they’re not – if only people would listen. 

when he’s thirty-five him and his best friend hook up, on a whim, finley thought that he was past his identity crisis but that night solidifies what he already knew. the kicker with consequences is that it eventually bites them in the ass, and he ends up having a daughter with his best friend. it worked out for them, both gay, but wanting children. he swore when she was born that she would be raised differently than how he grew up. bullies will always be bullies but finley would always protect his child in the way that his parents didn’t. 

bonus stuff: 

his brother did end up becoming a doctor, even becoming maeve’s doctor. they’re very cordial with each other and maeve is very protective of her dad so there’s always a going to be a bit of a riff between the family. they keep it together for their mother’s sake. 

finley has a ‘small’ radio show that people can tune into about what he thinks is going on with their government etc etc etc, he does have a loyal following, but it also gets brought up a lot when it’s turn to get ridiculed again asodkfjaos hes simply tired !!! 

believes in aliens but hopes that the aliens believe in themselves <3 ( maeve cosigns this message as well ) 

been writing a book for a while now, it’s his second baby, but whomst knows if it will ever see the light of day 

he’s always fair game but if you talk about his kid… well i pity the person !!