finchmackee

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MARCHETTA WEEK day three: favourite friendship

“what happens when she’s not my memory anymore? what happens when she’s not around to tell me about his belt leaving scars across my two-year-old brother’s face or when he whacked her so hard that she lost her hearing for a week? who’ll be my memory?”

santangelo doesn’t miss a beat. “i will. ring me.”

“same,” raffy says.

i look at him. i can’t even speak because if i do i know i’ll cry but i smile and he knows what i’m thinking.

taylor, raffy, chaz and jonah, on the jellicoe road

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marchetta week | day 5: favourite family

de lancey, tippideaux and grijio of paladozza

“Provincaro De Lancey,” [Finnikin] continued. “I’ve been told your children are not of your blood. Do they not count?”
De Lancey was livid. “They’re my children,” he said through clenched teeth. “Regardless of blood ties, they have my name. They have my land. They have my title.” De Lancey stared across at Avanosh. “Are you questioning the rights of my children?”

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Tom x Tara for finchmackee

Dear Tom,

I’ll tell you what I remember, seeing as you asked. That after we made love that night in my parents’ house, you asked me to get out of bed, naked. Remember how I felt? I mean we had just had sex, so that’s as intimate as I thought it got, but it’s funny that I don’t remember that part as much as you making me stand in front of you with nothing on and we were freezing cold and I felt so exposed, like I felt you could see inside the guts of me. And remember, I cried? And you were like, Shh, shh, don’t. You’re beautiful, and I can’t believe I’m writing this now, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget your voice when you said that. I think I loved you at that moment. 

But then Joe happened, and you didn’t ring or anything. You didn’t let me see you exposed from all your pain. You hid and you left me there, starkers, and for so long, for so, so long, I felt raw. Don’t ever ask anyone to do that again, Tom. Don’t ever ask them to bare their soul and then leave it. It’s fucking cruel and no matter how much pain you were in, you had no right. Because sometimes it makes me want to shudder, because sometimes I still think I’m there in my bedroom standing naked, except it’s like the whole world can see me, and they’re laughing like sometimes I remember people laughing at me behind my back in high school. And it makes me just want to cry with shame.

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Dear Tara,

If you think I’ve forgotten anything about that night, you, most gorgeous girl, are laboring under great misapprehension. I remember everything. I remember your petticoat.. slip… whatever the hell it’s called, and how you let me take it off. You made me close my eyes and that was even more of a turn on.

You’ve always seen through me and that’s freaked me out. You saw the stuff I didn’t show other people. The part of me that sometimes can be a bully, because I come from a family of it. Learned behavior because I think my dad was taught by Bill and Bill was taught by his father and sometimes I feel it inside me as well, except we’re not actually comfortable with it, but it’s there and it frightens all of us. And that night you saw the fear. You made it go away for just one minute and then Joe happened and I couldn’t speak anymore and the numbness-please, God don’t ever let me feel that numbness again. I think I was scared that you wouldn’t be able to make the numbness go away and if my mum and dad and Anabel couldn’t, and then you couldn’t, I didn’t know whether I could handle that.

I know I stuffed up and I know your peacekeeper probably treated you like gold and I’ve treated you like crap but I want you to know that I remember the conversations we had in Year Twelve, when you told me you wanted to do a cultural studies degree because you believed in trade, not aid, and you believe that the only way was to ask the questions and listen to the needs of the people and I remember thinking that exact moment, I want to change the world with her. And I remember feeling that again in Georgie’s attic. That’s a powerful gift you have there Ms. Finke. To make the laziest guy around want to change the world with you. So next time you remember standing in your bedroom naked, know that it is the most amazing view from any angle, especially the one where we get to see inside.

Love always,

Always,
Tom

Melina Marchetta Week, Day 5 

Best ship - Tom and Tara

Maybe she’d always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

“How would you like it if I said to you, ‘It kills me to say this, but you’re actually a tiny bit beautiful?“ he had asked, pissed off. 
She hadn’t said anything then, which was rare for her. 
"Would you have been lying?” She said after a long silence. 
“Lying about what?" 
More quiet. 
"About me being a tiny bit beautiful.”
“Shit, yeah.”
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But later that night, he had sent her a message on MSN. 
Of course I was lying. The “tiny” bit part, anyway.” 

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marchetta week | day 4: crossover you’d like to see

jonah and tom meeting each other for the first time 

In my mind since Ben and Justine are dating, the Riverina gang and the Inner West gang should meet at least once right? and I reckon they’d hate each other on sight but Taylor and Tara would bond instantly. ANYWAY, MORE JELLICOE/TPS CROSSOVERS like maybe The Fey will have a music rematch with Deluge again or something ok I’ll shut up now

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MARCHETTA WEEK day five: favourite family

the depression belongs to all of us. i think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, “we’re pregnant.” i want to go around the neighborhood saying, “we’re depressed.” if my mum can’t get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. her silence has become ours, and it’s eating us alive.

the spinelli family, saving francesca

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     ➤ finchmackee

“Once when Joe was at uni, he ended up in the lockup at Stanmore police station because he and his dickhead friends got drunk and stole a street sign. So he rings your father and he starts making up the lyrics to Paul Kelly’s ‘How to Make Gravy.’ But instead of singing, ‘Hello Dan, it’s Joe here,’ he sang, ‘Hello Dom, it’s Joe here.’”

“Then he sang about every member of the family. Your auntie Margie Finch coming down from Queensland and your mum’s family coming from the coast, and he was bellowing out, ‘Who’s going to make the jelly?’ instead of the ‘gravy.’”

Tom can’t help chuckling, no matter how many times he’s heard that story.

“He reckons even the cops were killing themselves laughing,” she says.

“He taught me the chords to that song, you know,” Tom says.

“‘It’s a love story, Tommy,’ he told me. ‘It’s a love story between Dan and Joe and every member of their family.’”

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Melina Marchetta Week: Day 4 – Best of Your Favorite Character

Francesca and Jimmy and the F word

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a blush thing happening on his face.

“Do you want to hear something that will cheer you up?” he asks.

I shrug.

“Are you ready?”

I nod.

“I played Captain von Trapp in Year Four.”

“You did not.”

“Yeah, I did.”

The bus comes toward us, and as we stand up he breaks out into “Edelweiss” and he sings it loudly and dramatically, his voice wavering with mock emotion.

And I hug him, holding him tight. At first I think I’m doing it for him, but then I don’t want to let go, so he does the letting go. He gets on, singing to the bus driver, and the doors shut and I can see him walking down the aisle serenading various people, who look on, bemused. He sits in the back row and opens the window.

“By the way, I just remembered what Trombal told me that was so important.”

The bus pulls away and I’m jogging beside it.

“He split up with his girlfriend,” he yells out.

He breaks out into song again and I stand there, hearing it all the way up the road. And then I bolt, straight home, my heart singing.

marchetta week | day 2: character you want more of

lady celie of the flatlands

“Looking faint is inherited,” she said, politely. “I always look this way.”
Over the years Celie had heard other words to describe her. Frail. Dainty. Insipid. It’s not who I am inside, she wanted to shout out loud.

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 Melina Marchetta Week: Day 2: Most Soul-Crushing Scene:

The Piper’s Son

It’s silent in the car, and he doesn’t realize until they reach Byron that he hasn’t said a word the whole time. They change drivers at Lennox Head and sit on the beach for a while, just watching the surfers. It’s cold, but he doesn’t want to move. It reminds him too much of that time with Tara Finke at Maroubra on the night of graduation.

Because back then, there was the promise of the next day when he drove back to Georgie’s and they all got together. All the Mackees and their friends to say “Hooray,” as Bill and Auntie Margie Finch, and the rest of those who came from the Burdekin would say “Hooray” to Joe, who was off to London to a teaching job.

~*~

Then Joe grabbed his face, grinning. “You wanted to. I can see it in your eyes, you cheeky bastard.”

And that look of joy, that look of total euphoria, is the last image he has of Joe.

He starts crying and he can’t stop. He doesn’t know where it comes from, this grief. How it blindsides you. But Justine’s hand comes across to clutch his, like she’ll never let go, and Francesca’s holding him, murmuring his name over and over again, and he just wants to go back to the moment when he was in that water. At that near-perfect moment in his life when Tara Finke was in his arms. Because if he could go there, he could start from scratch and make everything in his life right.