“Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.”
RICHARD GANSEY III & ADAM PARRISH, the raven cycle
gansey turned his eyes to adam, who looked more like himself than he had in ages. he silently vowed to do whatever it took to keep him that way.
happy birthday, fatima! (@jordaclan) ♡
Back then, it had been a game, a treasure hunt. A play for glory. Was it true? It didn’t matter. — The Raven Boys, Maggie Stiefvater
@ravencyclenet event 09 | archetypes ↳ richard campbell gansey — the king
If he were a god, he thought, this would be precisely how he’d create his new world. Unrolling it like carpet. Join us!
Currently, he was engaged in one of his creepiest activities: reenacting his own death. He glanced around the tiny yard as if appraising the forest glen containing only himself and his friend Barrington Whelk. Then he let out a terrible, mangled cry as he was struck from behind by an invisible skateboard. He made no sound when he was hit again, but his body jerked convincingly. Blue tried not to look as he bucked a few more times before falling to the ground. His head jerked; his legs bicycled.
Blue took a deep, uneven breath. Though she had seen him do it four or five times now, it was always unsettling. Eleven minutes. That was how long the entire homicidal portrait lasted: one boy’s life destroyed in less time than it took to cook a hamburger.
RICHARD GANSEY III & ADAM PARRISH, the raven cycle
gansey turned his eyes to adam, who looked more like himself than he had in ages. he silently vowed to do whatever it took to keep him that way.
happy birthday, fatima! (@jordaclan) ♡
favourite otps: [6/?] Blue Sargent & Richard Campbell Gansey III, The Raven Cycle (2012-2016)
“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey. She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.”
“thanks,” adam said. it wasn’t quite the right thing to say, but it wasn’t entirely wrong, either.
If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.
edit challenge vs. @rosebudgirls → round four ✿ the raven boys ± favorite scene
When it came down to it, Adam had been making sacrifices for a very long time, and he knew what the hardest one was. On his terms, or not at all. He wasn’t afraid. Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
edit challenge vs. @ninaterrazos → round three ✧ favorite platonic relationship ± the gangsey
they were all in love with one another. she was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. it was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
“I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.” What she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.” [insp]
blue sargent → the raven cycle
“She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.”
@storyseekers event 12 : from old to new
they were always walking away from him. but he never seemed able to walk away from them
remake of this
@literatureladies mission 06: gift exchange, for @summeroflikes
She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.
