Finny's Trash Bin

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Hiya! Everyone else is so good at making templates and videos and writing little drabbles.. gosh wow I admire you guys XD. I'm going to stick up my little thing where I'll post my photoshop graphics things. I generally make really simple signatures (I don't like a lot of images conflicting) so my graphics are limited XD. Here are some of the things I've done:





 

[Alfred F. Jones]

...Go away talented person. uwu

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Pffff I am not that talented XD But I appreciate the compliment, thank you.

I'm gonna toss my cosplay stuff up here because why not /o/












(I'm Spain <3)


(Closet Liech XD)

[Deleted]

Your graphics are absolutely gorgeous. <33333333333333333333333333

Also you look adorable and your cosplay is so cute and badass!!!!!!!

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Aw your cosplays are cute! Why must you be so far?

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Ahhh thank you guys so muchhhhhh ;U; I can't wait to get my own bike and be able to do some actual shots of me riding in my biker!Fin badassery XDD

*rollls aroundddd ahhhhhh*

I'm sorry Dee I live in the middle of no where

[Hamish A. Stuart]

It's okay come join the warmth. You'll die here in the summer.

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Rain. It was raining and Tino’s feet splashed through the puddles. He didn’t have much time. He was honestly surprised they weren’t here already; this was the only place he’d ever go. They probably went to his house… but they’d soon realize that he wasn’t heading there. No, he didn’t even breathe in that direction. The gates were locked, but it only took a second for Tino to scale them and loft himself over. His feet squashed in the sodden grass, but he was moving before he even had a time to make an imprint. He ran down the gravel path, not needing to slow down to navigate. He knew where he was going. A left at the spruce tree, and she was one of the two graves sheltered by the elm tree. Tino skidded to a stop, out of breath as he crept forward, sinking to his knees. “Hi mom…” he said quietly, touching the stone. It was wet and cold. Tino felt his chest twinge. “Mom I’ve done something bad. Mom, I killed someone. I killed someone who was innocent. I’ve never… I never wanted to hurt someone who didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know… what I’m supposed to do.” Silence was her response, aside from the drumming of rain and the rustling of leaves in the wind. The tree didn’t shelter Tino from the onslaught. “Mom, I need you. Tell me what I’m supposed to do.” “Mom, please. I was told I’d help people. I was told I’d save the world from war. This isn’t what I wanted. Tell me what am I supposed to do now?” Silence. Silence. Silence. “Why’d you leave?!” Tino suddenly lashed, angrily shouting at the grave. The rain hid his tears, but they were raw and potent in his voice. “Why didn’t you take me away from dad?! Why were you stupid enough to get that sick and still think he cared?! You left me! You abandoned me with that bastard you swore would change, but he never did, even with a bullet in his head!” “Mothers are supposed to care about their child! You weren’t supposed to leave me like that and now look at me! I’m a murderer! I grew up lying and killing instead of playing hockey and swimming! Now I’m a fucking murderer who killed an innocent mutantl, and I don’t know where the hell I go from here!” Tino slumped forward until his head crashed against the headstone. Pain blossomed, but it was marginal compared to the storm raging in his chest. “They told me most experiments don’t survive. They told me most don’t make it to the exam, and that three of the six before me committed suicide.” Tino padded the metal gun tucked into his waste belt before drawing it out. He leaned back. “I wouldn’t even get to join you though. I’d go to fucking hell with dad, but maybe that’s where I belong.” Tino clicked the safety off. “Sorry mom. I’m sorry.” Bang.

I'm upset, if you didn't notice. My med exam score isn't good

[Maëlle Williams]

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THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I HATE THE WORLD HATE THE RICH, HATE THE HAPPY, HATE THE COMPLACENT. TV WATCHERS, BEER DRINKERS, THE SATISFIED ONES. BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN BE ALL THOSE LITTLE HATEFUL THINGS AND THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR REALIZING THAT. BE SAFE, BE SAFE.

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one of those stinking awful black days where nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger, an outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, and armor. these are the days when i hate the world. hate the rich. hate the happy. hate the complacent. the tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. because i know i can be all of those little hateful things, and then i hate myself for realizing that. there's no preventative or safe approach for living. we each know our own fate. we know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. these things don't change. you can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents, but sooner or later your own self will always catch up - always it waits in the wings. ideas swirl, but don't stick; they appear, but then run off like rain on the windshield. one of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes. the atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull: wet, damp, dripping and misted with cold. walls of gray; not a song on the radio, not a thought in my head. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead. let's take life and slow it down, incredibly slow, frame by frame, with two minutes that take ten years to live out. yeah, let's do that. telephone poles like a praying mantis against the sky, metal arms outstretched. so much land traveled, so little sense made of it. it doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us; i'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. i'm disgusted with petty concerns: parking tickets, breakfast specials. does someone just have to carry this weight? abstract typography, methane covenant, linear gospel, nashville sales lady, stocky emissary, torturous lice, mad elizabeth, chemotherapy garbage. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead. the light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway, like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine, frog pond. two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, death's head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements. the movie, unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead. i've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away. i hear your stairs creak. i can fix my mind on your "yes" and on your "no". i'll film your face today in the sparkling canals - all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver dutch reflections. racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real. you're moving so fast, now, i can't hold your image: this image i have of your face by the window, me standing beside you, my arm on your shoulder. a catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then gone again. i'm tethered to this post you've sunk in me. every clear afternoon i'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. you scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears. i know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead. inhibition, distant, tired of longing. clean my teeth, stay on the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom. open all the boxes, open all the boxes, open all the boxes, open all the boxes. times square midday, newspaper buildings, news headlines going around. you watch as they go and hope for some good ones. those tree shadows in the park, they're all whispering, chasing leaves. around six pm, shadows across the cobblestones. girl in front of a bathroom mirror as she slowly and carefully paints her face green, mask-like, like matisse, "portrait with green stripe". long shot through an apartment window, a monologue on top, but no girl in shot. the light within me shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. like a snake eating its own tail, a steam turbine, frog pond. two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, death's head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory, movements. the movie, unreeling, about to begin.

deltra of gangnam style

[Maëlle Williams]

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[attr="class","iconimage"] I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ We're dancing in the dark with my hands around your heart ❤

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Cause darling I'm a

nightmare

dressed like a

daydream

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HEART BREAKER, GATEKEEPER, DREAM MAKER, LIFE TAKER

livin' every moment holdin' onto a dream. starin' at an empty page - will it come to me? and i wonder: will the light ever shine on me? if it's a mountain i must climb, then that's the way it must be. day after day, like a lifetime away, i keep holdin' on. night after night, out of reach, out of sight from it all. oh, day after day, i won't walk away from this dream of mine. oh, yeah. it's in the hands of time.

livin' every moment with a dream burning bright. never stop reachin' when the dream shines its light. well, i take it for granted when the trying's all said and done. does the pain of remember fade when the dreams are won? day after day, fight the storm's shade of gray and keep holdin' on. night after night, let hope be your light on your way. day after day, i won't walk away from this dream of mine. oh, yeah. it's in the hands of time.

day after day - like a lifetime away - i keep holdin' on! night after night, let hope be your light on your way! day after day, i won't walk away from this dream of mine! oh, yeah! it's in the hands of time!

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deltra of gangnam style

[Maëlle Williams]

Maelle's templates

words @ ### how bout we just sing forever?

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

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