I don't have a question just wanted to point out a Finchel moment. In Blame It On The Alcohol, when Rachel asks Finny to dance look at his face when she presses against him. He has his "too excited" need to picture hitting the mailman face for a brief minute.
When it comes to Rachel, the boy has very little control over Finn Jr. So yeah, I noticed that first and loved everything that moment chose to be.
What interviews has Cory said he wears glasses? i was looking all over youtube yesterday and couldn't find them haha. and sorry if you get this twice, i tried to send it yesterday but i dont think it worked. ps, he needs to wear his glasses more, that one bad quality pic of him from the side wearing them is so cute.
I can’t find the exact interview. It’s a really old one he mentions that he has glasses for reading but he never wears them. But yeah, he really does need to wear them more.
have you ever noticed that in their really early magazine interviews they both said that they are like oil and water and could never date, but don't opposites attract?
Well, there’s the theory that opposites attract, but it doesn’t really mean anything. I think in RL that doesn’t really hold up, personally… I know a lot of friends who are in relationships that are pretty similar to each other.
There was a whole lot more than peeking. When she got to her feet, Rachel just lifted her arms and closed her eyes, waiting for him to help her. It took Finn more than five minutes to actually make something happen, after which he carefully pulled the nightdress over her head, biting his lip as he tried not to stare. He had never seen her like this before and it took every ounce of will power to not just pin her against the table and have his way with her. His breath hitched in his throat as she swayed to the music coming from the basement and Finn had to bite down on his lip hard enough to cut it to make him realize that he was just standing there and staring at her. His eyes took in the way her boobs fit perfectly into her funky pink bra, with the lace at the top, almost like it was teasing her boobs and anyone who decided to look at them. And the tiny ribbon hanging from the center. His eyes traveled across her flat stomach, watching the way her muscles shifted every time she moved her hips. And when his eyes fell on her matching panties, he was close to losing all hope of keeping it together. Tossing the nightdress to the floor, he grabbed the t-shirt and gently pulled it on over her head. Read it on FF.net here.