like a motherfucking thief!

how to know if a song should go on your trc playlist:

does it talk about cars? great. that’s either bluesey or maybe ronan if the vibe is more about the car itself than driving

is it about religion? that’s also ronan!! bonus points for a love song. pynch babey

does it feature nature? cool. cabeswater/lindenmere/rural virginia/whatever

drugs/alcohol? kavinsky probably. ronan on occasion too

shitty fathers? well that’s kind of everyone honestly. put it on

are there ghosts? slay. the rizz king himself noah czerny

is there that sort of overwhelming feeling of teenage years spent somewhere rural with loved ones and a home you can never return to without forgetting it? like. yeah

♬  from kavinsky to lynch  ♬  (a playlist.)

 you and I can hardly breathe: nightmares, nightmares got us

so hey, it’s the 4th and i’m dropping my rovinsky late-night vibes playlist, if anyone wants it... peace and love 💕

i know the baldur’s gate situation has gotten dire because i tried listening to my rovinsky playlist on my commute but got bored halfway through the second song and switched to my dark urge/astarion playlist

hiiiiiii are you still doing the mixtapes plz indulge me playlist: gaywaren [ronan] and playlist: rovinsky plz <3

oh hell yea

gaywaren

brain damage, pink floyd

american teenager, ethel cain

adam raised a cain, bruce springsteen

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me, the smiths

sun bleached flies, ethel cain

rovinsky

sober to death, car seat headrest

a boy is a gun, tyler the creator

bottom, mccafferty

money machine, 100 gecs

swear to god the devil made me do it, the front bottoms

you know what they do to guys like us in prison, my chem

Listening to Rovinsky playlists to get me through work

Ronan Lynch and his Bad Choices - A Rovinsky Playlist 

i. hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone // blackbear | ii. i hate you, i love you // gnash ft. olivia o’brien | iii. forth of july // fall out boy | iv. home // daughter | v. habits // tove lo | vi. control // halsey | vii. lying is the most fun // panic! at the disco | viii. do i wanna know? // arctic monkeys | ix. take me to church // hozier | x. glory and gore // lorde | xi. why’d you only call me when you’re high? // arctic monkeys | xii. the kids aren’t alright // fall out boy | xiii. i wanna be yours // arctic monkeys | xiv. the love club // lorde | xv. if i could i would feel nothing // blackbear | xvi. 100 letters // halsey 

(listen.)

someone please explain to me why songs suddenly have so much more of a deeper meaning when they’re on a playlist created for my favorite ship

i can make him worse fix him

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ronan lynch | the dreamer

playlist

That moment when you realize 90% of the music you’ve discovered in the last 10 years have come from fanfictions.

listening to my rovinsky playlist while working "so i can concentrate" is having the opposite effect lmao

tell me you love me in private is such a rovinsky mood

      (     & .     @prophezeiung​​       𝘼𝙎𝙆𝙀𝘿  :        CARRY .    )

boy    drinks    &    boy    forgets .        pretends    to    be    free    ;    yet ,    bottle    as    shackles    around    scarred    wrists .            lynch    is    in    a    tacky    car    with    a    paper    boy    ___    music    too    loud ,    keeping    him    from    thinking .        thinking    about    a    body ,    his    or    his    dad's    or    his    mom's    or    gansey's .        thinks    about    dreaming    but    only    dreams    of    blood    hungry    bees .    

boy    drinks    and    invents    himself    another    reality    __    another    dream ,    really ,    one    that    he    chooses    for    himself .        it    doesn't    work .    boy    in    a    car    with    a    paper    boy    that    he    can    touch    but    only    for    so    long    before    he    gets    so    crumpled    you    can    barely    recognize    him .        rude    &    cruel    with    scorching    words    that    make    lynch's    anger    swell    into    tight    fists    ...    caress    like    a    punch ,    bite    like    a    kiss .    

boy    drinks    &    doesn't    think    straight    (    when    does    he    ever    ) .        savage    boy    wants    to    tear    flesh    with    teeth    ;    yet    ronan    is    tired    of    this    game .        a    night    like    any    other    night    ...        paper    boy    stalks    him    like    prey    &    lynch    growls ,    lynch    paws ,    lynch    turns    into    an    animal    just    for    the    sake    of    the    game .        it's    easy    as    breathing    :    he    only    has    teeth    when    k's    around    to    see    them    gleam    under    the    full    moon .        under    the    lens    of    k's    eyes ,    lynch    preens    &    lynch    roars .        don't    want    him    but    still ,    boy    doesn't    leave .        

push    that    flash    button ,    kavinsky ,    because    lynch's    playing    ...    

yours    for    the    night ,    right    ?    

you    better    remember    it ,    pretty    boy ,    because    it    won't    happen    again .    

(    right    ?    ...    right .    )

at    one    point    boy    forgets    that    he's    been    drinking ,    which    means    it's    late ,    too    late .        he    wants    to    get    home .        he    says    as    much ,    slurred    words    barely    audible    over    the    music .        lynch    looks    terribly    lost    when    assaulted    by    foreign    headlights    ;    flash    of    a    snarl ,    drowsy    eyes .        he    repeats    himself ,        «        home .        now .        »        boy    gets    his    hand    over    k's    to    make    him    listen .         gearshift    under    their    palms ,    some    kind    of    no    man's    land    where    there    are    no    holds    barred .        k    wants    lynch    &    lynch    gets    his    hand    all    over    him .        k    can't    reciprocate ,    or    if    he    does ,    that    might    be    the    last    thing    he'll    be    doing .            the    car    is    going    too    fast    for    the    driver    to    let    the    steering    wheel    loose    :    flash    of    white    teeth ,    teasing    smile .        lynch    fucking    knows    it .  

boy    squeezes    the    hand    under    his ,    claws    on    a    new    victim .        repeats    himself    a    third    time .        that    does    the    trick ,    because    k    is    driving    towards    monmouth .        his    hold    comes    loose    ;    boy    gets    his    hand    back ,    to    put    it    around    the    bottle .

boy    forgets    how    to    drink    &    does    it    very    badly .         one    sip    after    another    like    a    baby .        neck    of    the    bottle    between    lips    for    the    whole    ride ,    like    maybe    he'll    manage    to    fill    the    void    in    his    chest    before    arrival .        home .        or    what    pretends    to    be    home ,    but    isn't ,    because    home    is    another    no    man's    land    where    ronan ,    very    specifically ,    is    forbidden    from    entering .        (    boy    wants    to    crawl    under    the    gates    &    boy    wants    to    burn    the    whole    place    down .         boy    misses    his    own    fucking    bed .    )

the    car    stops    so    lynch    stops    as    well ,    half - empty    bottle    thrown    through    the    window    with    stupid    strength .        he    gets    out    of    the    car ,    closes    the    door    violently .        grins    at    k ,    or    in    his    general    direction .         boy    salutes    him    with    two    fingers ,    and    attempts    to    move    toward    monmouth .        a    fucking    failure    :    too    slow    steps ,    stumbles    over    his    own    feet ,    head    that    turns    turns    turns .        fuck .        he'll    just    stay    there ,    for    a    little    while .        if    lynch    can    growl    he    can    fucking    hibernate    for    a    few    hours    on    the    cold    hard    ground .        no    one    fucking    cares .

still ,    there's    a    hand    around    his    waist ,    another    that    grips    his    hand .        a    laugh    bubbles    out    of    a    mean    mouth    :         «        you    gonna    tuck    me    in    ?        »        boy    wants    to    jump    down    k's    throat    ;    he    doesn't    fucking    need    you ,    paper    boy .        still ,    he    grips    him    like    a    life - line    &    follows    his    steps .    easy    as    breathing .        teeth    too    close    to    his    pale    neck .        skinny    white    boy    with    his    dumb    car .        thinks    he    can    save    the    day .        thinks    he    has    all    the    goddamn    answers .        thinks    there's    no    saving    you .

still .        boy    holds    on .        lynch    has    been    drinking    &    is    forgetting    about    everything    as    we    speak .    

boy    doesn't    know    how    he    got    into    his    room    without    waking    gansey .        k's    not    mocking    him    too    much    so    his    best    friend    must    not    be    around .        relief    &    shame    battle    in    his    belly .        when    he    falls    face    first    into    his    bed ,    lynch    giggles .        «        sing    me    to    sleep ,    asshole .        »        while    he    tries        (    &    fails    )        to    get    rid    of    his    boots .

kavinsky playlist in the year of our lord 2020? more likely than you'd think