Robin X Finney - Blog Posts

Finney: What are you drinking?

Robin: Vodka.

Finney: Straight?

Robin: No, gay. Why?

Robin: When I was your age-

Finney, mocking Robin: When I was your height.

Robin:

Robin: Listen here you little shit-

Robin: So, I've been thinking Finney-

Finney: That's dangerous.

Finney gets a tattoo of a robin in memory of Robin

Finney: this is for you robin

Robin: awww I love you to finn🥺

Robin: The stars are so beautiful...

Finney : They're just giant balls of gas.

Robin: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Finney : And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Robin: Oh...

Robin: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected."

Robin: Help.

Finney : Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Robin: Finney , what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?

Finney : Raise the dead.

Robin: And what did you do?

Finney : Raise the dead.

Robin: I’m totally useless.

Finney : You’re not totally useless.

Finney : You can be used as a bad example.

Finney : Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Robin meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Robin: Pros and cons of dating me.

Robin: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Robin: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Robin: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Robin watching chainsaw massacre with finn

Finney: I just felt someone grab my ass...

Gwen: what?

Robin as a ghost: give me that ass Finney boy

Finney: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Robin: *chugs entire bottle*

Robin: It’s perfume.

Robin: Am I in trouble?

Finney: Take a guess.

Ribin: No?

Finney: Take another guess.

Robin: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Finney: Three words.

Robin:

Robin: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Finney: You and me!!!

Robin, tearing up: Okay.

Robin, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Finney, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Finney: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Robin: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Robin: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Finney, not looking up from their book: Spear.

Robin: BLOCKED.

Finney: you can't block me this is real life.

Robin, pointing: May I sit there?

Finney: That's my lap?

Robin: That doesn't answer my question, Finney boy.