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.


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,



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


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?”


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

anonymous asked:

Why should I reach the marchetta? What is it about?

alrighty I’m not the most articulate person around here when it comes to expressing myself, friend, but for Marchetta I shall try *breathes* aite where should I start?

if you aren’t familiar with all of this then bonus intro: 

by “Marchetta” I’m really referring to the queen Melina Marchetta and I really mean READ ALL MELINA MARCHETTA’S BOOKS (hence read the marchetta; shoutout to the awesome finchmackee for coming up with that)

“the Marchetta” consists of 

her contemporary novels

  • Jellicoe Road (general fav), 
  • Saving Francesca (Francesca Spinelli is me I am Francesca Spinelli)
  • The Piper’s Son (my moon and stars) (read this and you’ll understand my URL ha)
  • Looking for Alibrandi (the only ‘Looking for’ that matters) (also the least appreciated Marchetta) (I’m gonna do a LFA appreciation thingy soon I hope),

her fantasy series 

and not forgetting her middle-grade novel 

  • The Gorgon in the Gully 

which is the cutest story ever featuring the little brother of one of the main characters in Jellicoe Road so yeah there’s a Jellicoe mention too in it (!!!)

on why you should read the Marchetta:

friend, Melina Marchetta writes the most awesome characters. that’s the main reason why I’m so in love with her books; she creates these characters, characters who feel so real they could be your own friends, characters who are flawed and complex and relatable and who you can’t help to love. 

also, Melina Marchetta is the queen of writing relationships and family, especially family. every single one of her novels portrays realistic relationships of both platonic and non-platonic sense and puts emphasis on family values. the number of times I have cried over the family ties in her novels: countless.

also, she has this simplest prose, but she could pack a boatload of emotions in her writing. oh god she writes emotions SO. WELL. she makes me feel things I don’t want to feel, friend, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I reread her books it’s like the first time I mean I still feel like being socked in the gut every time I get to the painful parts, and even harder each time. I don’t know how to explain it even more coherently, but there you go.

bonus: quotes that make me feel

“I should be brave like the gods.” “Each time the gods have whispered your name to me, their voices have trembled.”

‘Our bodies aren’t strangers,’ he said, his voice ragged. ‘Our spirits aren’t strangers.’ He held her face in his hands. ‘Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I’ll destroy that part of me.’

“I think the worst thing that ever happened to me was leaving home. (…) Because I miss it like you’d never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.”

“You’re going to go on living. Because living is the challenge, Josie. Not dying. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take you eighty years and you do something in that time, whether it’s giving birth to a baby or being a housewife or a barrister or a soldier. You’ve accomplished something. To throw that away at such a young age, to have no hope, is the biggest tragedy.”

He’s the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and it’s not about his face but the life force I can see in him. It’s the smile and the pure promise of everything he has to offer. Like he’s saying, “Here I am, world; are you ready for so much passion and beauty and goodness and love and every other word that should be in the dictionary under the word life?” Except this boy is dead and the unnaturalness of it makes me want to pull my hair out with Tate’s and Narnie’s and Fitz’s and Jude’s grief all combined. It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn’t believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here.

holy shit this is long I got carried away hahaha I don’t even know if I’m making sense? 

tldr; I’m sure there are a lot of other people who’ve read Marchetta who can clearly explain why and convince you to read the Marchetta but anyway I IMPLORE YOU TO READ THE MARCHETTA (and maybe tell me what you think of it after? no pressure tho)

awkwardly signing off now bye 


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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.’”

finchmackee replied to your post: Read More →

I don’t wear it everyday, as it’s a pain in the ass to fit into my morning routine. 10 extra minutes of sleep is so worth it. It’s not a big deal. I know lots of girls who don’t wear any at all. Don’t feel bad for not conforming.

nowimagineababydragon said: I don’t - because it’s expensive and time consuming and tricky and my face looks damn hot without it :P

my-poor-scapegoat-i-almost said:most makeup is full of toxins anyway. you blush naturally, your lips are always fully colored, you have thick eyelashes, and soft skin.

Thanks, Guys. =)
(Are they actually thick eyelashes though?)

Rule 1. Always post the rules!

Rule 2. Answer the questions of the person that tagged you, and write 11 new ones

Rule 3. Tag 11 people and link them to this post

Rule 4. Let them know you’ve tagged them

I was tagged by september-sunrise

1. What was the last song you listened to?

The last song I listened to was “We Are Golden” by Mika. 

2. Favorite book you’ve ever, ever, read?

This is the hardest question ever.  I have so many favorite books. I am going to answer with my first favorite, which is The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown. 

3. Have you ever traveled outside your country?

Nope, but I hope to study abroad in my junior year of college.

4. Have you ever been in love? With a real, non-fictional, person? 


5. Do you have an orientation or do you major in something in your studies?

I am still officially undeclared, but I am majoring in English with a concentration in literature. 

6. Do you live in the city, suburbs or out in the country?

My home home is a city, but I attend university in a rural setting. 

7. Have you ever stolen something?

The only time that I have ever stolen anything was when I was four years old. It was my cousin’s medal that was at my grandparents’ house. I immediately felt guilty and cried. I returned it and apologized before anyone even realized it was missing. 

8. Do you play any instruments? Sing?
I really want to learn to play an instrument. 

9. Favorite movie? Ever.

Pan’s Labyrinth

10. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

It would either be bread or potatoes. There are so many different variations and hopefully I will not get bored. 

11. Favorite color?


My Questions: 

1. What is your favorite word?

2.What are three traits that you admire in others that you wish you possessed?

3. What is your favorite scary story? 

4. Who is your favorite minor character from any piece of fiction?

5. If you could have one book adapted to film, what would it be?

6. What is your favorite scent?

7. Do you have a favorite fictional villain? If so, who is it?

8. Do you collect anything? If yes, what is it?

9. What do you think about before you go to sleep?

10. Do you have a moment that you were really proud of yourself for? If yes, what was it about?

11. What was the best part of your day thus far?

I am tagging