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cabeswater aka the best place to nap with your boyfriend
maybe I dreamt you
oh boy
Whoa whoa whoa
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[…] it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive.
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Thanks, @tommy-shepherd for giving me an excuse to draw the boys again. ♥
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My favs from the Raven Cycle and… On Sundays, Ronan takes two holy communions, if you get my drift?
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Ronan felt that he had caught happiness without meaning to. He could do anything. The radio was playing Ronan’s terrible techno, but Adam didn’t turn it off. The world felt enormous.
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~ birds singing in a sycamore tree
dream a little dream of me ~
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The Greywaren and the Magician
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The Gangsey from The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
“What a strange constellation they all were.”
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hahahhah a y’all never gonna guess what my new fav book is
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It was not the sights that were the worst; it was the emotions. Now it was every guilty breath sucked in after a sort-of lie. It was the gnawing suspicion that you were leavable, that you were too much trouble, that you were better off dead.
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CHRISTMAS IS COMING EARLY THIS YEAR
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He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning into the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here.
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ya lit meme: eight otps (3/8) — adam parrish & ronan lynch
once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.
that was this kiss.
they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.