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‪Important things ronan did for adam: ‬ ‪ 

  • carried his stuff into monmouth and sat with him in noah’s room till he was ready to join the others ‬ 
  • helped him move into his st agnes apartment and never tried to make him move into monmouth because he knew that’s not what adam wanted
  • fixed adam’s rent when he got the letter from aglionby before adam even opened his own letter and told anyone because he already knew adam wouldn’t be able to afford it 
  • gave him a shitty mixtape for his car
  • dreamed up hand lotion for adam because he noticed how adam’s chapped hands were a discomfort to him  
  • sat with him after persephone died so he wouldn’t have to mourn alone 
  • messed about with him in shopping carts and on moving dollys probably helping to distract him from all the bad stuff 
  • helps him with his scrying in trk 
  • gave adam a reason to come back and a place to come back to if he really wanted to 
  • makes him feel blissfully happy 

 Important things adam did for ronan: 

  • never pestered him about school because he knows ronan hates it and always will 
  • pressed charges against his father so ronan wouldn’t go to jail even though he knew it would leave him homeless 
  • fixed the ley line for him 
  • let him sleep in his apartment 
  • made time in his jam packed schedule to go to the barns with ronan and research greenmantle 
  • thought of an incredibly clever way to take down greenmantle even though it was extremely dangerous 
  • made cabeswater play stupid music just to seem him smile 
  • saved his and opal’s lives 
  • slept next to him in the car so he didn’t have to be alone when he was mourning for his mother and told ronan to wake him if he needed to 
  • makes him feel like he caught happiness without meaning to
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ronan lynch + places

     Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father’s world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn’t known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.

Just some fic recs...

I’ve read a lot of really good fic this year and I just thought the best of the best deserved some recognition.  I tried to weed out the super popular fics, but some still show up because I love them that much.  Also, the ships are numerous and varied.

Running on Air–eleventy7; Drarry
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
*I would murder people to protect this fic.  It’s beautifully written, well-plotted, original, and it reuses certain sentences, making them more poignant the later in the story they’re used.  Like, fuck me up*

the ghost of you–kissmesexybatman; Klance
When Keith goes missing without a trace, all his family and friends are able to do is move on with their lives. When he shows back up after a year, they have to convince him they still want him back.
*I may be slightly biased because the coolest person in the world wrote this, but let me tell you, it’s emotionally heartwrenching, wonderfully written, and gives you a happy ending without sacrificing the needs of the characters*

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.–dawnstruck; Otayuri
Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.
*I’m demi and this fic described exactly what that experience has been like for me, as it features a demi!Yuri.  Beyond that, it was sweet and genuine and I adored it*

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my pynch headcanons

  • their friends noticing that the longer they’re together the more they both smile, though ronan still not as much as everyone else
  • adam slowly moving all of his stuff over to the barns without realising, until he goes to sleep at st agnes one night and notices he doesn’t even have a toothbrush there anymore
  • one night ronan, thinking adam was asleep, whispers ‘sometimes i wonder if i pulled you out of a dream’ and adam opening his eyes and looking ronan dead in his and telling him ‘i’m real ronan, and i love you’
  • ronan freaking the fuck out because adam loves him back
  • adam taking twice as long as it should have to drive to college because he kept turning the car around and driving back a few miles at the thought of not seeing ronan in person every day 
  • adam getting really stressed at college and the only thing that can immediately calm him down is the hondayota mixtape, much to his roommates confusion and annoyance
  • ronan sending adam care packages of random things like polaroids of opal and himself and stuff hes dreamt for adam
  • adams henietta accent really coming out when he talks about ronan to his collage friends
  • adam taking one of ronans shirts with him and wearing it whenever he misses him then he eventually starts wearing it to bed every night
  • ronan actually using his phone to facetime with adam
  • , adam had to teach him how
  • talking to each other in latin when adams roommate is around and they wanna say something sappy or sexy 
  • but his roommate can still tell they’re saying something like that from how adams voice drops and he starts blushing
  • ronan being ecstatic that adam talks about him so much to his friends
  • , and being even more happy to find adams friends in complete shock when actually meeting him
  • adam telling all his friends that opal is ronans little sister that he’s adopted since both his parents have died
  • , and them noticing how adam talks about opal like she’s his and ronans daughter
  • the gangsey having a get together at adams college as gansey, blue, and henry pass through on their trip and them noticing how much closer the two are since they left them at the end of the school year
  • ronan always making sure he sits on adams right, especially in group settings so he can still whisper comments into his ear
  • it took them a while to be open with verbal affection in front of their friends but eventually they warmed up to it and every time ronan says ‘i love you’ to adam blue loses it
  • , before they were comfortable with it ronan would say ‘you’re a dream parrish’ and adam would reply with ‘i’m as real as it gets lynch’ and they would know what they meant
TRC ask game
  • Gansey: Do you have a fav historical figure?
  • Blue: Favorite constellation?
  • Ronan: Favorite animal?
  • Adam: Your proudest achievement to date?
  • Noah: Do you believe in ghosts?
  • Henry: Do you prefer writing, speaking, or some other form of communication?
  • Orla: Do you paint your nails? What's your fav color?
  • Declan Lynch: What's your dream job?
  • Aurora Lynch: What do you look for in a romantic partner?
  • Niall Lynch: Do you have any recurring dreams?
  • Ashley: Do you have knowledge about any topics people wouldn't expect you to?
  • Neeve: Would you ever want to be famous?
  • Matthew Lynch: What's your favorite season?
  • Helen Gansey: Do you have any siblings?
  • Aglionby Academy: What's your favorite subject in school?
  • Mountain View: What's your attitude toward school?
  • Nino's Pizza: What's your fav pizza order?
  • Litchfield House: Do you prefer having lots of friends or only a small few?
  • 300 Fox Way: What's the most magical place you've ever been?
  • Monmouth Manufacturing: Is your room messy or neat? Do you make your bed regularly?
  • Cabeswater: What's your dream vacation destination?
  • Henrietta: Describe your hometown.
  • St. Agnes: When's the last time you saw your whole family?
  • The Barns: Describe a memory of yours from childhood.
  • The Grey Man: Describe your ideal date.
  • Maura Sargent: If you were lost somewhere, who would you want to find you?
  • Persephone Poldma: Have you had any important mentors or teachers?
  • Calla Johnson: What's your favorite thing to drink?
  • Mallory: Coffee or Tea?
  • Colin Greenmantle: What languages do you speak?
  • Piper Greenmantle: Chapstick, Lipstick, or Lipgloss?
  • Jesse Dittley: What's your favorite flower?
  • Whelk: What's your biggest regret?
  • Kavinsky: Are you easily distracted?
  • Opal Lynch: Describe your best friend.
  • The Pig: What's your dream car?
  • The BMW: Do you consider yourself a good driver?
  • White Mitsubishi: What's the most dangerous thing you've ever done?
  • The Hondayota: Do you have any goals you are working towards?
  • The Dream Pig: If you were going a road trip, what would be your top 3 must-see destinations?
  • Gwenllian: What's your fav song/album/artist to listen to right now?
  • Glendower: What time period in the past would you want to live in?
  • Chainsaw: Do you have any pets?
  • Boat shoes: What quirks do you have that make you unique?

In no particular order

Things I want from The Raven Cycle on screen include but are not limited to~

  •  Wardrobe Department don’t let me down
    (Blue with approximately 153 clips in her hair and outfits that look like she sewed together a full shopping cart’s worth of craft supplies, Gansey in his chartreuse and his boat shoes, most importantly, in AT LEAST one scene Adam has to wear his Coca-Cola shirt and cargo pants he should actually wear them every scene he’s not at school or at an important event boy don’t got money to waste on his casual clothes)

  • I swear I swear I’m not just being thirsty but I feel like the actor who plays Ronan Lynch has to take off his shirt a lot for Maximum Badass Back Tattoo Exposure

  • Badass soundtrack
    (fun fact I don’t listen to EDM I’m not at all familiar with it when they mention it in the books my brain fills in ‘Another Night Another Dream’ no one and nothing can take this from me)

  • Accents !

  • Please please please let the casting directors take the Lynch family resemblance seriously

  • Let !!! Ronan!!! Lynch!!! Curse !!!

  • EARLY PHASES OF PYNCH !!!!!!!!!
    (ridiculous bickering, Gansey in the background just ‘children please can’t we all get along’)

  • (please please please a minimum of one dream sequence where Dream!Ronan is trying to chat up Dream!Adam pleaseeeeeee)

  • aCTUAL SCeNeS OF RONAN SLeePiNG OvER AT St. AgNeS !!!!!!!

  • The Barns just being magical as fuck
    (I was kinda bummed in the books that we didn’t get Ronan and Adam exploring the Barns and having an amazing time. If I ever actually got my lazy ass around to writing a fic I’d want to have Ronan showing Adam around and always being like ‘I haven’t shown you the best part yet’ even though Adam has been there a shitton of times and Ronan has said that every time. Cuz the Barns should have eVERYTHING right? A bunch of magical rivers that are basically like your own waterpark. A badass rope obstacle course high up in the trees. Wild unicorns.)

  • Treat. Noah. Czerny. Right.
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“The thing about Joan I keep coming back to is the incredible weight she carried from childhood, the terrible abuse, poverty and a mother who never wanted her. She carried this incredible sorrow. From there, she climbed to the top. Her ambition was monumental. MGM taught her how to walk, how to talk- there’s this Mid-Atlantic upper-class accent- and yet there are moments when you see it all fall away.” -Jessica Lange

“…very disturbing childhood, raised by a tyrant of a mother who whipped her causing bleeding welts across her legs…young Joan’s father had abandoned the family. Her brother Hal showed no sympathy for her. Her mother’s second husband Mr.Henry Cassin was kind to her, but he also left the family. Sent to a catholic boarding school, St. Agnes, she worked at waiting on tables because her mother could not afford tuition. Finishing her curriculum at St Agnes, her mother found her Rockingham Academy, in Kansas, who took her on as a pupil in exchange for her cleaning fourteen rooms of the mansion, scrubbing toilets, bathing the young children and tucking them in bed. She got five hours sleep on average. Life was hard at the academy as the principal would also beat the child. She tried running away, but was returned and further beaten. Neither her home nor school allowed escape from beatings. While Joan was schooling, her mother had a new man installed at home and he too would beat Joan mercilessly…this was when she dreamed of becoming a professional dancer.” -Vince Voice

“She had a Dickinson childhood. She was abandoned by her father before she could even remember him, then her stepfather abandoned her. She was forced to go to work in schools at the age of nine, clean toilets, she was beaten by her mother, by sadistic school mistresses, she was treated as a third class citizen by the other students in those schools.” -Bob Thomas

anonymous asked:

for that ronan and adam thing: honestly i just really love the idea of really tired adam (having school in the morning then two jobs + studying and college applications) just coming home to st agnes and ronans just THERE and he literally collapses into his boyfriend and ronans like "god adam, you cant even stand up" and cUDDLES AND TAKES CARE OF HIM AND JUST!!! NORMAL LIL TEENS IN LOVE FOR .2 SECONDS IS MY KINK

DAMN THESE TWO ARE SO AMAZING TO WRITE I LOVE THEM



The street lamps were too bright, the world was too dark.

His feet were too heavy. His back was too stiff, his hands were too cracked.

His work was too much, his pockets were too empty.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

Adam adjusted his messenger bag sluggishly, keeping his finger pressed to the outer bottom corner where the edge of his Latin textbook was threatening to fall through and cause more damage to the worn leather. The constant pressure made his bones grind, wing bone pressing tightly against his skin.

There’d been a test in Latin today. He’d done well, he knew he had. He’d recited the verb endings to himself over and over again at the garage, chanting in his head, lips mouthing the vowels to the rhythm of his wrench-twisting wrist, to the beat of the barely working radio his boss always kept on in the break room, anything. It was good. It was the kind of work that could be done with other work.

School had been fine. He’d been tired, but it was fine. He could survive his shift at the garage. He had a granola bar. Only, then Marty had been sick today. And Adam didn’t have two cars to work on, he had four. He’d been given Marty’s work as overtime as a given, without being asked. It was an assumption. A slightly insulting one, but correct all the same. He needed the money. God, everyone knew he needed the money. But it meant this.

He’d gotten work done, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it was close to two in the morning and he had to be up at six, ready and bright-eyed to start the cycle over again. Over and over. School, work, (sleep?), school, work, (sleep?), school….

Adam closed his eyes when he reached the church door. Pressing his hand to the wood, he let himself fall away for a moment, just a little. Wind only barely made it to his skin, leaves touched his fingertips so lightly that it prickled. Then he pulled back, opened his eyes, sighing. He’d fall over if he let himself relax to much, pass out right here outside of the church, like some unwanted child left by a un-needing mother. Adam almost smirked as he pushed at the door. How fitting.

It was the stairs that really got him. There were barely twelve of them but there might as well have been twelve hundred. He pushed his palm flat to the wall, swaying on the spot when he reached the sixth. He felt his cheek press against his hand and realized he was tilting to his left. He blinked open his eyes, which he hadn’t realized had closed, eyelashes brushing the satin wallpaper that lined the narrow stairwell. He hated this wall paper. It was patterned in leaves, green and shiny, with millions and millions of haloed angels among them, peaking out, hiding, clutching, smiling. He wanted to tear it, wanted to get Cabeswater to tear it, because nature had nothing to do with these angels, this God. God had nothing to do with nature. Nature was Cabsewater, it was separate. It had done everything for him, it had saved him, given him a purpose. Brought him Ronan. And what had God ever done for him? Given him a father that beat on him, a mother who turned a blind eye, and a deaf ear? They didn’t belong on the same wall, much less the same plane. Breathing hard, he pushed away, feet slamming on the last six steps and dragging down the dimly lit hallway.

His hand shook putting the key into the lock and he leaned his forehead against the cool wood, nearly stumbling over when the door clicked open. He went to turn his light on when he realized, after much too long a period to be normal, that it was already lit. The dim, shaded bulb cast the room in a foggy glow, or, more importantly, cast Ronan in a foggy glow. Ronan, beautiful, sharp Ronan sat sprawled on his bed, Chainsaw asleep on the window sill next to him, blue eyes blinking slowly up at him at first, then more alert. He sat up, Chainsaw only lifting her head from beneath her wing for a moment to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Took you long enough, Parish.” His mouth curved up slightly, “Your burrito is cold.”

Adam just stared at him, squinting his eyes, blinking hard.

He caught glimpses of Ronan’s face morphing into one of confusion, then worry, but it was like the room wouldn’t stay in focus, “Parish?”

Adam felt his bag drop from his shoulder and heard the unmistakable tear of leather. He cursed, but found his lips wouldn’t move enough to make the actual word, just a blurred version of it. Then he was falling. Then he wasn’t. He didn’t know if he had been falling for hours or seconds, but suddenly there were arms around his waist and breath against his neck. Time was gone, and all that was left was Ronan and the ache in Adam’s bones.

“Jesus.” Ronan was now saying, “Jesus, Adam-“ There was worry in Ronan’s voice that Adam didn’t often hear. It made it softer somehow, when worry usually made voices harder. But this was Ronan Lynch. This was Ronan. When was anything ever usual?

Adam couldn’t help it, he let his weight fall against Ronan’s chest, boots slipping against the floor, fingers digging into Ronan’s biceps. He expected Ronan to stumble against the sudden assault, but his arms just tightened, holding Adam against him, chest unmoving.

“Fuck, you can’t even- fucking stand. Fuck.”

When Adam blinked his eyes open next, he was on the bed, Ronan carefully pulling his feet up as well. It had only been a second then. It had felt like years. God, what would an entire night of sleep feel like? Death? Was that what it had come to? Sleep feeling like death? Was that how his body was trying to cope with the lack of it?

His inner ramble was cut off by quick fingers through his hair. He caught a glimpse of Ronan’s worried eyes and then all he could hear was the crinkling of a bag before his chest was being lifted up. He was confused. He would have expected pillows but he only had the one, and it certainly wouldn’t prop him up this high. Instead, he was met with the firmness of Ronan’s chest, the comfort of his arm across his stomach, his thighs snug against his hips, and the mouth of a water bottle pushing against his lips.

“Small sips.” Ronan’s voice was gruff, demanding, “Don’t fucking throw up on me, Parish.”

Adam did as he was told, but only for a second before his head was lolling back against Ronan’s chest, eyes slipping closed. He breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Ro…”

He felt Ronan sigh and stretch to put the water on the window sill, “Yeah. ‘m here.” He felt the fingers in his hair again, slower this time. He felt leather against his temple, then, “You aren’t going to school tomorrow.”

Adam opened his eyes at that, craning his neck backwards so he could see Ronan’s face, “Yes.”

Ronan looked down at him, their noses almost touching. He narrowed his eyes in a very Ronan-like way, “No.”

Honestly, Adam couldn’t argue. He was pretty sure he’d just passed out eleven times in the last five minutes. He already felt his eyes closing again, but he struggled against it, needing one more thing, “You’re going to school tomorrow.”

Ronan scoffed at him. The annoyed noise sounded odd paired with the soft way he was still stroking Adam’s hair back from his forehead, “No.”

Yes.”

Ronan rolled his eyes. Adam could see the way he was biting the insides of his lips, holding the words back. He slouched down on the measly rag of Adam’s pillow and made a face, “What the fuck is this?”

Adam just smiled a little, allowing his eyes to slip closed with the knowledge that Ronan was in for the night with him. He asked that question every time he intended to stay.

There were a few beats of silence. Adam didn’t know how he was still awake. But the air was filled with Ronan about to, waiting, unsure, needing to say something.

“You… You can’t do this.” Ronan’s fingers stilled in his hair, sliding down and tightening around his waist, “I can’t watch you do this.”

Adam mustered enough strength to sigh and roll onto his stomach, chest against chest, nose against neck, “Don’t want to talk about this now.”

Ronan growled a little in his throat, frustration, “You fucking- You fucking passed out-“

“Please.” Adam said against his skin. It was sticky from the humid night air, smelling strongly of grass and heat. If Adam hadn’t been so tired, he was sure he’d be kissing and licking every part of it he could reach by now. Maybe he’d dream of that instead.

Ronan sighed, pushing his cheek against Adam’s head, rubbing gently as if trying to calm himself. His voice came out a whisper when he spoke next, “Just let me get you a pillow. Please, just let me get you a fucking pillow. This is bullshit.”

Adam shushed him softly, already half asleep, ear catching each thump of Ronan’s heart, “Yes. You can buy me a pillow.”

He felt Ronan nod, then, a second later, “…two pillows. One for you and one for…”

Adam pressed a kiss to his jaw, “Two pillows.”

Adam is still in bed on Sunday morning after a now rare night spent at St Agnes and he’s watching as Ronan dresses for mass. It’s really the most inappropriate time and place for him to be focusing on the way the dark ink on Ronan’s toned back and wide shoulders can be seen through the thin fabric of his white button up shirt. He’ll cover it up with the black jacket, matching the neat black slacks he packed in an overnight bag, in a minute, so Adam can’t be blamed for his staring. And the warm and almost pressing feeling in his gut that wants him to reach out and touch, just to have this beautiful boy up against him, to have his hands on Ronan’s body, almost on his skin-

“Like what you see, Parrish?” 

Adam hadn’t realized that Ronan was watching him too. He gives in, letting himself have this, and sits up to beckon Ronan over. He motions to Ronan’s collar where his tie hangs undone.

“Come ‘ere and let me fix this for you.” 

Ronan walks onto the low bed on his knees until he’s just next to Adam and Adam can put his hands on him. He fixes the tie neatly, just like he does his uniform every day, and smoothes it down Ronan’s chest, letting his palms take in the warmth and solidity of Ronan beneath them.

He looks up at Ronan then, and the tenderness in his look is almost overwhelming just then. It goes quickly, eyes closing in anticipation of a kiss, but Adam knows; he saw and he felt it.