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cliche pynch college visit headcanon

•so Ronan left the barns and hopped in his car late at night out of habit cause that’s what he does when he can’t sleep

•as he’s driving, he thinks of Adam and how much he misses him and he just kinda ends up on the freeway, headed towards Adam’s college

•so it’s like midnight and he’s in Adam’s college town and he’s like “fuck it, I’m visiting my boyfriend right now, I haven’t seen him in three months, and I’m done waiting”

•but he knows how Adam overworks himself and ends up dead tired 24/7 so he stops for coffee first

•he pulls into the parking lot of Adam’s dorm building and immediately finds his room (he will never admit it, but he has the room number memorized, what a nerd)

•so he knocks and waits and finally Adam opens the door super hella fast and he’s wearing the classic coca cola t-shirt and blue pajama pants and his hair is perfectly mussed and his eyes are electric, even in the dim light, and Ronan doesn’t say a single thing because he’s lost in those eyes

•And Adam has the absolute most annoyed expression on his face and says super sternly “Ronan Lynch, it is too fucking early for this, and I have class in a few hours, let me sleep.” (Cause at this point it’s like 1:30 or something, idk, and he’s sleep deprived and it doesn’t register) and he shuts the door

•Ronan is kinda shocked for a minute so he just kinda sets the coffee down next to the door mat when he hears, muffled, through the door “wAIT THAT’S RONAN LYNCH”

•and Adam flings the door open even more hella fast than the first time and the door hits the wall really loud and he full on jumps on Ronan and wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist and just clings on tight for a few moments and then just pulls back to look at Ronan’s face and then tries to kiss him but can’t cause he’s smiling too much for kissing to actually work

•and the whole ordeal was really loud so kids start peeking their heads out from behind their doors

•and Adam and Ronan both notice this but they’re too busy kissing to actually give a fuck

•also, Ronan is still holding Adam so he’s off the ground and it’s kinda top heavy so Ronan spills the coffee at some point

•bonus: Adam’s room mate comes up from behind the pair to walk out of the room to tell a kid across the hall “this is the angry-gay-Irish-catholic-tattooed-street-racing-farmer-dad boyfriend of his I told you about” and the other kid is like “oh wow he actually exists”

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Forbes, Stanhope (1857-1947) - 1885 A Fish Sale on a Cornish Beach (City Museum and Art Gallery, Plymouth, England) by Milton Sonn

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<br />Oil on canvas;    155 x 121 cm.

Stanhope Alexander Forbes R.A. was an artist and member of the influential Newlyn school of painters. Born in Dublin he studied art at the Lambeth School of Art (now the City & Guilds of London Art School), then in Paris under Léon Bonnat. Forbes went to Brittany in 1881 with fellow artist La Thangue. In France he came into contact with the new en plein air painters.

He moved to Newlyn in Cornwall in 1884, and soon became a leading figure in the growing colony of artists. Often called ‘the father of the Newlyn School’, Forbes’s painting A Fish Sale on a Cornish Beach (1885), brought national recognition to the art colony and the school of painting he founded with his wife who was also a painter.

Well into the 1930s, he was still often to be seen painting en plein air, surrounded by curious local children. He died in 1947, a few months short of his ninetieth birthday.