• ronan: adam, what d'you call a church were your crush lives?
  • adam: ...uh
  • ronan: -glad you asked
  • ronan: it's called a Parrish church
  • adam: ....
  • adam: what
  • ronan: >;)
  • Other people: i organise all of my blogs so that none of my interests clash with the content my followers want
  • Me: i fell into this fandom so let me subject all of my followers to it

when adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. it was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. it was adam’s ribs under ronan’s hands and adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. it was stubble on lips and ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. 


The raven bunch plays the Get Down Mr. President! game:

  • Gansey always loses. Always. Even when he’s trying to be the one to start the game. Others would just ignore him and wait until he’s distracted enough to target him again.
  • Ronan always manages to get to Gansey first, even if he’s the farthest away from him. He could be standing at the other end of the room and he’d still be first to reach him. It’s because Ronan loves to be able to tackle Gansey to the ground without being lectured afterwards. And the ensuing hugs are nice too.
  • Over the time Blue developed some sort of Raven Boys Bullshit sense. She can always tell when her boys are up to something. The women of 300 Fox Way aren’t sure how she’s doing it except Gwenllian who says that back in the day she could always sense when her father and people from his court were being idiots.

ya lit meme: eight otps (3/8) — adam parrish & ronan lynch

once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.

that was this kiss.

they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.