ronan point

Have I mentioned that my favourite thing is Adam Parrish being bisexual af?

Just casually describing people as heart attacks like you do

Dude this is not subtle
you are a mess

the evolution of adam and ronan (bold is faves)
  • Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves. 
  • “Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
  • “You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said. 
  • Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
  • “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

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Listen.

At one point, Ronan probably starts to introduce himself as Parrish as a joke but then it becomes a Thing and eventually Adam just goes along with it so they joke about their daughter Opal and whatnot and basically all I’m saying is that that’s the story of the time Adam’s roommate thought he got married over winter break

can we appreciate how much love and protectiveness Ronan displays over Opal? like, it takes a hell of a lot to get Ronan worried enough to display his concern so openly, but he sees her scared and covered in blood and races to pick her up and comfort her and tell her she’s okay. this scene is so horrific but at the same time it does such a good job of emphasizing what a cohesive family Ronan and Opal and Adam already are and my heart hurts just to think about it.

tactile ronan headcanons
  • I just think that he touches adam all the time and it’s not just a sexual or even necessarily romantic thing; it’s a “you’re here and important to me so I’m gonna touch you a lot because that’s one of the easiest ways for me to communicate” thing
  • when it’s really hot out adam will Suffer if they cuddle at night because ronan is one of those space heater type dudes. ronan insists on having like, one hand on him though (you know those people who need at least a corner of blanket on them to sleep no matter how hot it is - that’s ronan but with adam’s limbs)
  • speaking of summertime…..adam freckles a lot when he’s in the sun and ronan always has to point out the new ones when they appear. (”was this one here last year?” “idk why would I keep track of that” “wtf parrish you have the entire periodic table memorized and yet you don’t remember what your own shoulder looks like? freak”) (they’re both freaks)
  • I’ve mentioned this before but ronan is pretty much one of those dogs that doesn’t understand it’s way too big to sit in people’s laps
  • if adam ever gets like…a paper cut…ronan is THERE he’s like ok we need to fucking disinfect this let me help you
  • he also definitely DEFINITELY does the thing where one hand is sort of on the small of adam’s back sometimes when they’re in public together, not pulling him around or anything just making sure he’s still there (and to piss off homophobes lbr I could make an entire post abt the various ways ronan accomplishes that too)
  • (for his part, adam absolutely loves how freely and gently ronan touches. it’s completely unfamiliar and a little surprising to him at first - he’s gone a lot of his life without much in terms of positive physical contact - but after a few months of being with ronan he doesn’t know how he managed without it)

I debated about posting about this, because it’s a subtle and difficult issue, and I don’t want to tell the Raven Cycle fandom how to live their lives. I don’t want to hamper creativity or enthusiasm.

But.  

If you are going to racebend Ronan Lynch — aggressive, petulant, thuggish Ronan Lynch — as a POC, please, please, please consider racebending the rest of the characters as well. There are two big reasons for this:

1) When only Ronan is made into a POC, not Noah or Blue or Gansey or Adam, it begs the question: why is the fandom seeing him, and only him, as a POC? It just comes with a subtle suitcase full of stereotypes and questions, and I don’t know — it makes me uncomfortable to see only tough-guy Ronan racebent. 

However, I wouldn’t have posted merely for that. Also important is 

2) The books are shamefully white-washed; I’ve posted about how my next project is going to be better but there is no point sugar-coating the present. When the fandom continually racebends Ronan and only Ronan, you’re giving me credit for representation that isn’t there; people coming from the outside believe that POC Ronan is canon. 

Please: Point out that the books are white. Keep holding me to better writing. Racebend the characters. But please, racebend all of them, not just the punk-ass kid who gets into fights.  

date a boy who reads. date a boy who reads textbooks aloud to his friends when they’re anxious. date a boy who reads about his murderous latin teacher’s past. date a boy who wears a secondhand school uniform and goes to private school on a partial scholarship. date a boy who works three jobs to put himself through school. date a boy who sacrifices himself to a mystical forest to help his best friend on his quest to find a mythological welsh king. date adam parrish.

Ronan/Adam

19. “if I don’t say it now, I’ll regret it later.” (from this)


Adam Parrish rarely dreamed; he simply went from an exhausted upright position to an unconscious horizontal position and back again with nothing in between. Adam Parrish rarely dreamed and he never daydreamed (Cabeswater visions were more hallucination than anything else). Really, what he meant when he claimed he never daydreamed was that he never trivially fantasized. 

Of course he had aspirations, and he would sometimes zone out thinking about something or other, like how he was going to pay his bills, what homework was due soon, and, a recent addition to the list, Ronan Lynch. Even so, he only thought about those things, he never conjured vivid enough mental images to truly separate himself from reality. Adam thought he knew all of these things about himself, but he was starting to reconsider.

Ronan was standing in the doorway of Adam’s, currently occurring, English class. Ronan, who hadn’t returned to the school grounds since he officially quite in the aftermath of what Adam termed the ‘Glendower Events.’ As soon as he quite, he vowed never to return to ‘the hell hole’ that was Aglionby, yet there he was. 

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y’all ronan and gansey really can’t be anything but white characters because like. the stuff they do? the way people automatically respect gansey and see him as ‘presidential’? the way ronan can get away with that kind of violent, self destructive anger? that basically reeks of white privilege (and some of ronan’s characteristics could easily play into negative harmful stereotypes of poc i think)

bUT adam is literally described as having brown skin and there’s no way blue’s white (i personally feel like she’s been coded as south asian but ik other people see her differently but i think we all agree she’s a woc) so i really think these are the characters who should be focusing on as poc in the tv show

happy trc childhood headcanons

i always see incredibly tragic childhood headcanons for the raven gang, which is fair because most of them had tragic childhoods in one way or another, but i want to imagine that at some point they had some happiness, or at least not full sadness, so…

adam

  • listen, adam parrish was the matilda of his school library. he was the shy little seven-year-old kid that snuck in during recess and read as many books as he could get his hands on. the librarian slowly grew very fond of him. little adam parrish reaching up to the circulation desk with a pile of kids’ science books about dinosaurs, space, rocks, plants, physics, anything that interested him. staying up late with a tiny reader flashlight that he got for free at the scholastic book fair or something. dragging stepstools over to the shelves so he could reach books on the top shelf by himself
  • legit every dog in the trailer park loved adam. he greeted them all after school. as like a ten-year-old, he got a job walking all the dogs. (the money went straight to his parents, but he was happy to spend time with the dogs anyway). one time one of his neighbors’ dogs had a litter of puppies and before they gave them all away, adam went over and gave them each a hug and played with them for a few hours
  • adam got crushes on boys and girls both from a young age because he was always full of love and affection that was reaching outward looking for someone to land on. he had a huge crush on his kindergarten teacher, who was this young blond lady who totally knew that adam liked her and thought it was adorable and let him hold her hand on field trips and stuff. he had a crush on his reading buddy when he was in first grade- it was a fourth grade boy, and he was actually not as good at spelling as adam was, but adam was too shy to correct his spelling
  • adam loved cars since he was little. it was possibly the only thing he did at home that gave him joy. the first time he fixed an engine (or whatever you do with cars idk) he felt like his whole heart was lighting up and he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be. the next day at the library he asked the librarian for books about car engines and he found out that there were jobs where you could do more than just fix cars, you could invent whole machines and engineer how they worked, and he was filled with determination to get to a place where he could do that

blue

  • orla was like seven or eight when blue was born, so the fox way household had to deal with two terrifying children at the same time. for a while when they were little, orla and blue were the dream team of mischief. they watched the parent trap and were inspired by all the pranks and attempted to play a prank on the whole household. unfortunately, living in a house full of psychics makes it difficult to effectively play pranks, so they got caught by calla while attempting to cover all the adults’ bedrooms in toilet paper. they got in huge trouble for wasting toilet paper but were also weirdly rewarded for being clever and independent
  • blue learned about academic feminist stuff at a young age from all the women in her house. so she was the Resident SJW of her elementary school. when she was required to make valentine’s day cards for everyone in her class, she made ones with lil feminist cartoons talking about heteronormative misogynist traditions. in kindergarten she punched a boy in her class for saying something sexist. she tried to stage a protest against the school dress code in fifth grade. when she got in trouble for it, maura raised hell with the school
  • maggie’s said before that none of them had any friends before meeting each other, which I mean they probably had *some* pseudo-friends at some point or other, but it’s likely that Blue spent a lot of recesses alone. her solution was to go around to every tree on the playground and get to know it. everyone thought she was weird anyway, so it was easy to get away with holding long conversations with the trees. she gave each of them a human name and they each had a personality. on arbor day she brought them gifts that she made at home
  • she was always trying to make her own clothes, but she learned all her sewing and knitting skills one summer when she went to a free class at the public library. until then she used all sorts of different methods, not all of which worked. she was a menace to any fabric that entered the door of 300 Fox Way. it was a bad idea to let her watch the sound of music and see the scene where maria makes dresses out of the curtains. maura saw the light in blue’s eyes the second she saw that scene and took down all the curtains in the house and hid them, because she didn’t believe in telling blue not to make clothes out of the curtains, but she also didn’t believe in having her curtains torn to shreds

ronan

  • this child picked flowers for his mother all the time, i guarantee it. for a while there they thought he was gonna be a florist. i promise ronan lynch brought five gabillion bouquets of wildflowers into the house for his mother
  • he wrote short stories as a kid. his fourth grade class had a creative writing week and they all had to write books. he came up with wild, creative stories, not based on dreams or dreamers or anything from his life at the Barns, but shitty ones like all kids write. he wrote about a racecar who was best friends with a cow and how they learned to get along even though one was fast and one was slow, things like that. his mother read all his stories and told him they were great
  • he was a Big Fan of shit like nancy drew and sherlock holmes because he thought it was so cool how they solved mysteries, so he roped matthew into joining him in becoming a detective. there weren’t too many mysteries to solve… i guess this IS gonna get sad but obviously there were mysteries to solve re: what the fuck his dad was doing but declan didn’t want ronan to have to know about that, so he would make up fake mysteries by like stealing stuff from the kitchen. eventually ronan caught on to the fact that the culprit in every mystery was always declan and he realized he didn’t want to be a detective anyway
  • also i want to imagine that ronan was that kid who changed what he wanted to be when he grew up like, a lot. one week he was DEFINITELY gonna be a racecar driver. another week he wanted to be a bullfighter, but then he changed his mind when he found out they killed the bulls because he is the friend to all cows of course. another week he wanted to be an artist, and another week he wanted to be a farmer, and another week he wanted to be a forest ranger, etc etc.

gansey

  • gansey was the kid who is so polite you think he’s a tiny adult. you know how sometimes like four-year-old kids say shit like “excuse me, ma’am, would you like me to take your coat?” and it’s like what the fuck… he was that kid. it was partially because it was sort of bred into him and partially because he adored when adults would give him little smiles and ruffle his hair and tell him that he was very polite and well-behaved. actually helen hated this because she wasn’t nearly as well-behaved and she would scowl every time her little brother got complimented for his manners
  • speaking of helen, she and gansey were NOT always little angels at the fancy parties their parents held. they loved to play games there. helen’s favorite was to steal little trinkets without anyone being able to tell, gansey’s favorite was scavenger hunts where he would pretend he was on a noble quest in the ballroom
  • i feel like gansey would have loved indiana jones movies. i know this for a fact. when he got older he realized that they were ‘not accurate to the true experience of archaeology’ or whatever, but they still held a special place in his heart (bonus: he both idolized and was attracted to young harrison ford probably)
  • the ganseys took their children to museums to Enrich Their Minds. this might have been a bad idea though, because gansey was Struck and Bedazzled in Wonderment at every museum he saw. he was the kid who actually read the signs on each exhibit and did the weird educational activities that the museum offered. he listened to the audio tours. he came home babbling about what he learned for hours. take this time to imagine gansey at the cloisters in new york (which if you don’t know is like a medieval monastery they shipped over brick by brick from europe and filled with medieval art) just LOSING it. in the room of unicorn tapestries he feels like he’s being imbued with Destiny. he is eight goddamn years old

henry

  • little henry loved the whole world. he loved little inchworms that he found in the backyard and he gave them names (mostly he named them after pop divas. britney spears the caterpillar was a member of the cheng household for a while). he loved every kid in his kindergarten class and tried to play with all of them during recess. he was just full of love and wonder
  • actually, to expand on the recess thing, henry cheng was the king of recess. he was the kid who organized the Great Game of Tag, famous among all the third graders, a game that stretched over months of recess and only ended when the snow forced all the kids inside. there were elaborate rules, rivalries begun, glorious battles fought over this game of tag
  • he was in ESL because his first language was korean, but he got the hang of english pretty quickly- he’s a fast learner. he just didn’t speak it all that often for the first few years of elementary school, because he liked listening more than speaking, so the teachers thought he wasn’t good at it. in the end it was his love of belting out top 40 songs on the playground that made them realize that he was actually fluent in english. (although i know you can know songs well without knowing the language, but he would often change the lyrics to be about his personal life)
  • he organized political protests from a young age. he protested the school administration in, like, fourth grade, for not having an adequate meal plan for kids who couldn’t afford lunch. one time he tried to protest his parents for making him clean his room, but i won’t get into that because his parents were not great, but it seems like the type of thing he would do

noah

  • i firmly believe that noah dressed in his sister’s clothes until the age of nine or so, he just wore dresses and didn’t care. people made fun of him but he just rolled with it. he only stopped because his tastes changed and he wanted to be more skater punk
  • he was a huge stan of 90s boy bands like n’sync or whatever, i don’t even know if i spelled that right i just know that he was a Nineties Kid TM and he loved all that crap.
  • his favorite class was art class. he was, however, not the favorite student of his third grade art teacher, who liked to keep the room tidy, because he made gigantic fucking messes in the pursuit of creativity. i’m talking fingerpainting, collages, glitter, ripped up construction paper, wild sculptures, glue everywhere. (listen I taught a crafts class for little kids and let me tell you, noah was one of a specific type of four-year-old who takes a liquid glue container and pours it ALL OVER EVERYTHING with a manic glee in his eyes) luckily in fourth grade they switched art teachers to a hippie type who loved creative messes and she encouraged him to the point that he organized an art gallery for the whole school in the gymnasium. it was very successful and exciting
  • noah ate every goddamn Novelty Nineties Food that you could find on some dumb Buzzfeed nostalgia list. Dunkaroos, Gushers, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, Scooby Doo mac-n-cheese, Kidz Cuisine, green ketchup or whatever. the more gross and artificial and neon colored and totally awful, the more Noah loved it. he RAN lunchtime snack swaps, he had every item you could possibly want, the envy of every other lunchbox carrier in the school. (on halloween he and his friends were those kids who made like a three-hour-long plan to hit every house they could and make a ridiculous candy haul) (but noah always donated half of his candy haul to charity)

feel free to add more if you think of more!

anonymous asked:

Pynch & 92

pynch + “those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?”


Adam woke to the sound of what seemed like the apocalypse, but turned out to only be Ronan chasing Opal around the kitchen as she banged and toppled over an array of pots and pans.

It was a wonderful sight, really, watching Ronan repeatedly try and fail to catch her and demand the pots back, and his reaction only amused Adam more when Opal handed him her stolen goods the first time Adam asked.

“She’s such a little shit.” Ronan told him once she headed outside. “She almost ate the goddamn pots.”

“Tell her to stop, then.”

“She never fucking listens.”

“Because you never mean your threats.”

“Oh, please.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Lynch.”

Ronan rolled his eyes, and Adam helped himself to breakfast as they settled into a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Parrish,” Ronan said, eyeing him from the table.

“What?”

“Those things you said yesterday…Did you mean them?”

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cabeswaterlovesthem  asked:

tell me every single member of the gangsey's favorite shitty reality television shows

FIRST OF ALL this ask is clearly geared more toward your interests than mine considering i don’t watch reality tv shows with any amount of frequency and SOMEONE ELSE does,,,

what even is a reality show anymore

henry watches those real housewives shows but also complains every day that reality tv isn’t what it used to be. he misses the simple life starring paris hilton and like the real world

ronan loves impractical jokers is that reality tv? i don’t know

i can see adam liking gordon ramsey’s shows especially the kids show? oh and CHOPPED adam likes chopped i’ve decided. does that count

blue and henry watch drag race together and got gansey like really invested

ronan mailed dog shit to the duck dynasty guys once but that’s beside the point

ronan and adam probably also secretly love big brother

Ronan put his chin on Adam’s shoulder, tightened one arm around him and used the other to point out constellations in the sky. Cygnus, he said. Aquila. Where Ronan pointed, Adam imagined the shape of the constellations, down to each feather, each claw. Or maybe the stardust in the sky coalesced into their forms, or maybe it was a trick his tired eyes were playing.

Draws from my own fic like a dweeb