Ronans contact name on Blues phone is "Times New Ronan"

Kavinsys contact name on Skovs phone is "Kavinky?"

Ganseys contact name on Adams phone is "boat shoes"

Prokos contact name on Swan and Jiangs phone is Solyanka (he dropped on his shirt ONE TIME you guys stfu)

Kavinsky uses everyones first names as contact names

Ronan uses everyones last names as contact names

despite everything in the universe working against him, skov makes it to his early twenties with a handful of new tattoos and a determination to honor his late friends’ memories. he’s still a slutty stoner and a jock and kind of a firecracker, but maybe he’s reeled it in just enough to feel responsible; he’s got to keep his shit together enough to not mess up the opportunity to live with swan as he finishes his grad school program. (but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t spend plenty of time laying around on heaps of their clean laundry, smoking a bowl and eating snacks and playing video games while swan studies nearby, with occasional breaks to give skov attention, of course.) you know i had to let him keep his signature blue hair.

they say in times of stress/change, people often return to things that are comforting to them, and i suppose that’s what’s happening here. i have been missing kavinsky and his pack of dogs lately, thinking about how nice it would be if they got the chance to grow up and heal some of their wounds and live a little, so… here we are. a small treat for those of you who found me through my trc/dreampack art years ago — bonus points if you recognize the ‘photos’ on the wall.

while i still think about and find comfort in raven cycle characters a lot, i feel like i’ve outgrown some parts of them, and maybe that’s part of why i have been imagining them older. maybe i’ll draw some more ‘adult’ trc stuff (lmao i realize how that sounds but i swear i actually don’t mean it that way this time). hope this brings a little joy/nostalgia to some of y’all’s days ♡

guys Skov is SO BACK. 💖⚡️🛞🌟🌸

Skov: so what are you and Kate gonna do tonight?

Aaron: Shit man we’re gonna study.

Skov: I think you’re good.

Aaron: No what if we-

Skov: Get a 92? I’ve seen you cry over a 98 I think you’re gonna be okay.

Here is Kavinsky’s POV of the 4th of July as promised! It’s a year old but I’ve been through and tidied it up a bit so I hope you like itttt (and sad things in general)

Tagging @ottobean and @allywrites360

Songs & shots.

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First cosplay collab with my handsome man!!! 😘💖 And it's our Dream Pack boyssss!!!

Skov: @boringsideeffect

Prokopenko: Me!

These two would 100% keep the party going while everyone else tries to tap out. 👏👏👏

“K glared daggers at Jiang, and for once, he kind of had the right.

Jiang reached up and scuffed the back of his hand against Kavinsky’s rough-stubbled cheek, firmly but gently, a silent question. K just shrugged. Like it didn’t matter. Like he didn’t used to shave every morning before school, like he only ever let his stubble grow if he was going to be using his fake ID. Like he hadn’t broken a mirror in a fit of rage because he looked like his dad the first time he tried to grow a beard in freshman year.

Something in Jiang’s stomach felt deeply unseated, like he was watching a movie he’d seen before and forgotten the ending.”

From “and this was the dream;”, a fic I’m writing in which Kavinsky lives past the 4th of July and participates in the events of the Dreamer Trilogy. It’s a story that weaves up through childhood and teenage delinquency, growing into a story about becoming someone that you don’t despise when you look in the mirror every morning. K is back to blow shit up and take control of his future.

Excerpt is from the end of Chapter 5.

Jydelejet

Depending on how you began the story, it was about Joseph Kavinsky. In his too-cold, too-bare room in the Shenandoah Valley Regional Rehabilitation Center, Kavinsky dreams of fire, hungry and hot, swallowing the world.

He decides he wants in.

A canon-divergent re-imagining in which Kavinsky lives through his Fourth of July suicide attempt. This is a story that weaves up through childhood, through teenage delinquency, and grows into a story about a saving yourself from the person in your reflection that hates you more than anyone. Its about the shapes between these characters, growing with them in their ever-strained, ever-dangerous lives of magic and crime.

Ever wanted a TRC AU where Kavinsky lives, breaks out of rehab, commits ecoterrorism with Bryde, and becomes a hitman with Mr. Gray? Well, this is your fic.

Natugle (Strix aluco)

Natugleungerne er hoppet af reden og har kravlet rundt i træerne den seneste uges tid, og nu begynder de så småt at kunne flyve fra træ til træ, hvor de tigger de voksne om mad.

Tawny Owl (Strix aluco)

The Tawny Owl chicks have left the nest and have been climbing about in the trees for the past week or so. But now they start flying from tree to tree while begging for food from their parents.

Having a self date today. But thinking about dream pack coffee dates, there's only one coffee shop that hasn't banned them yet

They got banned from one cause K wouldn't stop shouting

Banned from another cause skov snorted a sugar packet and the owners freaked out

Banned from a third cause one of the owners said something rude about Proko speaking Ukrainian and Jiang threatened to shank them with the knife in his boot

The one they go to now is the one a half hour drive away with an old little Belrussian lady as its owner and the pack love her and call her Grandma’am

Tiny Mike and Blake Skovron are my favorite short boys send tweet

I often have to remind myself that K was written to be an all around douche bag and Proko was nothing but a dreamed up version of the old thing, which was hinted to just blindly follow him and NOT K genuinely loving his pack and Proko, and Proko being an intelligent intellectual that’s smarts would rival Adam’s and be top of his class

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe

Me, an actual five year old: THE WOODCUTTERS ARE TALKING ABOUT WOOD!