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“I bet on losing dogs, I know they’re losing and I pay for my place, by the ring. “
Me when mitski
Anyways originally I was gonna do this format with pynch when I got this idea, but then I rembered this scene existed (at the end of the Raven king when the demon is unmaking Ronan and right before Gansey dies), and I was like oh. Well that’s the one then.
Anyways this song is so Gansey toward Ronan coded and I wanted everyone to feel my immense pain when listening to this song and remembering that Gansey died to save Ronan from the night wash. Plus just the fact that Gansey never gave up on him no matter how many times everyone (including Ronan himself) did.
Also ignore the messiness, I was motivated enough to make it, not enough to make it good
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Funny how in almost all fics, Ronan is shown as expert in household chores & cooking and Adam is implied to be bad at it. When in canon, Ronan is a spoiled rich boy living in a frat house while Adam has his own big boy apartment and does his own chores. i just find it hilarious for some reason. (maybe they changed in tdt idk haven't read it yet)
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Wip of a pynch fic set post-greywaren where ronan is just obsessing over adam and trees… which, I mean, same. Standard stuff tbh (greywaren spoilers)
Tagging @heybubb bc you said you were interested in the trees
The night that Ronan dreamt of Cabeswater, it was raining. It was cold and dark, the clouds like a rolling sea and Cabeswater felt pliant and whole as Ronan folded it around something restless and hungry.
It was the perfect dream thing, and he felt so enraptured by it that he would spend hours, awake or asleep under its boughs of oak and elm and silver birch.
The night that Ronan dreamt of Lindenmere, the evening felt close like the hot summer day that had been left behind. All he could taste and smell was black nigntwash that threatened to drown him from the inside out.
This forest wasn’t Cabeswater. The trees huddled closer, blocking sunlight from the woodland floor causing thick, damp moss to form on rocks and trunks and branches. Brambles netted the foliage and grew high in some places and a stream quickly turned into rushing rapids. To Ronan, Lindenmere was a friend, but to anyone else it was hostile. And though he hadn’t intended it, it was perfect.
It was perfect in its harsh beauty and the deep green of the leaves and the moss dyed the shadow over Adam Parrish’s face green.
Lindenmere suited Adam in a strange way that Ronan couldn’t quite describe. Though he had been tied to Cabeswater, lending his hands and eyes, Lindenmere was more like Adam’s heart. It beat, fierce and wild and beautiful.
“So,” Adam started, “you could’ve been a forest.”
His lips were green too until he stepped into a finger of sunlight reaching through the canopy above and he squinted. His face appeared golden in the sun, his hair messy just the way Ronan liked it.
Ronan looked at him but didn’t speak, letting Adam take whatever he wanted from his expression. He watched Adam look over at him, faded t-shirt, blue jeans and bare feet. The brambles had a way of moving out of Adam’s path, especially when he wore no shoes.
“Sorry,” Adam said eventually, with a grin, “I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.”
Adam always needed a logical explanation to most things, despite the fact that he was psychic. Ronan figured that learning your boyfriend was a powerful entity dreamt into existence and given a human body was pretty hard to wrap one’s head around. He had all the patience in the world for Adam in this. After all, he had yet to come to terms with it himself.
“Yeah,” Ronan said finally, “basically.” He stood with hands pocketed, watching Adam, eyes going from his face to his bare feet slowly but repeatedly. Though he was technically not of this world, he was still hungover and he remained in the cool, green shadows, silently wishing he was still in bed.
“You are what Cabeswater was,” Adam stated, but his voice was searching.
“I’m something like it, yeah,” Ronan confirmed. “As far as I know.” He looked away from Adam, around at the swaying trees and thought, but didn’t say out loud, but I don’t know fucking much.
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top five coronation street characters please
AHHHHHHHHHHH ok
5. Richard Hillman. the street's greatest villain!!! an icon. when an extended episode meant something. he taught me what gaslighting was and he gave me nightmares
4. Steve McDonald. he just cheers me up. in another life he's a northern club compère
3. Tracy Barlow. gobby dark haired red lipstick ultimate soap bitch florist!!!!! I've always loved her and I always will
2. Jack and Vera. we watched a couple of Christmas episodes from 2006 yesterday for convoluted reasons and they were still there and alive and snapping at each other and SO in love. in some ways it never recovered after they died, their dialogue was of a different era. even Norris and Mary didn't really cut it
1.David Platt. I don't know how to describe it he is family to me!!!! he's got the sharpest tongue on the street, takes just after his gran, and has gone from causing chaos everywhere he goes to loving dad and husband it actually makes me emotional. and he can still wind Gail Platt up better than anyone. I want Jack P Shepherd in the Jungle
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