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fatecanberewritten · 3 months
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Rabbits need dignity and, above all, the will to accept their fate.
Richard Adams, Watership Down
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katelouisepowell · 1 year
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my Watership Down inspired illo, originally created for Black Rabbit cafe (Edinburgh). prints available here ♥
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richard gansey III: the king
blue sargent: the page of cups
ronan lynch: the sword
noah czerny: the sacrifice
adam parrish: the magician
the raven boys, chapter eleven
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squash1 · 6 months
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“to be loved is to be changed” but it’s adam parrish being loved unconditionally for the first time by gansey and then by ronan lynch and then by blue sargent and learning that love is supposed to be easy. like breathing. and finally accepting the love he has always deserved.
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ganseylike · 9 months
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gansey was stupid about adam! and then he gives his love to blue. to me it’s a given that they all love each other, like that’s just what the story is (in terms of the main kid relationships) so it’s about whether or not they’ll express/accept that love. it’s a bunch of teenagers shoving love around because they have too much of it or think they shouldn’t have any of it. love hot potato.
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sailermoon · 7 months
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Richard Adams, Watership Down // Emily Carroll, Through the Woods
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laneyblythes · 2 years
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adam's pov vs gansey's pov
the raven boys by maggie stiefvater
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magnoliasandarson · 1 month
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Jason Todd as Quotes from Watership Down by Richard Adams
"He was a fighting animal—fierce as a rat or a dog. He fought because he actually felt safer fighting than running. He was brave, all right. But it wasn’t natural; and that’s why it was bound to finish him in the end."
"Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he has known is dead, although he does not disbelieve it, he may well fail to comprehend it and later ask--perhaps more than once--where the dead person is and when he is coming back."
"It was just because we were in their way. They killed us to suit themselves."
"Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it. For them there is no winter food problem. They have fires and warm clothes. The winter cannot hurt them and therefore increases their sense of cleverness and security."
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godzilla-reads · 9 months
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‘Animals don't behave like men,' he said. 'If they have to fight, they fight; and if they have to kill they kill. But they don't sit down and set their wits to work to devise ways of spoiling other creatures' lives and hurting them. They have dignity and animality.’
—Watership Down by Richard Adams
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zioquos · 2 months
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hello, so i think we should talk about HOW FUCKING MUCH famous prophets stars by csh is soooo trc coded i mean-
1 - blue with her prophecy
2 - adam about his dad..
3 - gansey about blue on de bllb when they hang out with gansey's car
4 - noah and how he'll never had his teenage hands again, and his legs, and his arms and et cetera..
5 - ronan about his house and aurora and nial !!!!
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i actually can see a lot of trc core stuff on will's songs i NEED to talk about that with someone bc t
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fatecanberewritten · 4 months
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All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.
Richard Adams, Watership Down
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itsnotmika · 1 year
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“declan’s eternal position as an outsider, neither a dreamer nor a dream.”
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ganseybois · 2 years
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pynch moments from the dreamer trilogy that turned me into an insane person
to go with my very long raven cycle quote list here
Adam. Adam Parrish was the destination of this road trip. Is there any version of you that could come with me to Cambridge? 
Adam. Ronan missed him like a lung.
He could feel his pulse thudding in his jaw. He could hear it in his ears. It sounded like everyone else’s heartbeat, he thought. Just like Adam’s heart when it was resting on his chest. 
Ronan’s attention stuck on his hands. Lovely boyish hands with prominent knuckles, gaunt and long like his unfamiliar face. “Who’s that?” Gansey had asked, and Ronan hadn’t answered, just kept hanging out the window. As they passed, Adam’s expression was all contradictions: intense and wary, resigned and resilient, defeated and defiant. Ronan hadn't known anything about who Adam was then, and, if possible, he’d known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God: please. 
And now Ronan had followed Adam to Harvard.
“This is fucking weird,” Ronan said, and Adam laughed in a haggard, relieved way. They hugged, hard. This was as Ronan remembered it. Adam’s ribs fit against his ribs just as they had before. His arms wrapped aroun Adam’s narrow frame the same way they had before. His hand still pressed against the back of Ronan’s skull the way it always did when they hugged. His voice was missing his accent, but now it sounded properly like him as he murmured into Ronan’s skin: “You smell like home.” Home. Ronan felt even steadier. It was going to be all right. He was with Adam, and Adam still loved him, and this was going to work. 
Beneath the table, Adam’s shoe was pressed hard up against Ronan’s.
Beneath the table, Adam pressed the rest of his leg up against Ronan’s, his expression unchanging as he did. 
Leaning in close, he added, “Don’t kill anyone.” The words were only an excuse to breathe in Ronan’s ear; it made a marvel of his nerve endings. 
Adam reached between them to take Ronan’s hand. They climbed the stairs; Ronan disentangled their fingers and instead put his arm round Adam so they climbed hip-to-hip. They stepped into Adam’s room; they made it no farther. In the dark, they tangled in each other for several minutes, and finally broke off when stubble had made lips sore. “I missed you,” Adam said, voice muffled, face pressed agianst Ronan’s neck. 
The bed was right there; Adam felt warm and familiar; he longed for him even while holding him. 
“What’s the face for?” “I want it too much,” Adam said. 
Adam wiped one tear from  Ronan’s right eye. 
“Tell me to go to school closer to you and I will,” Adam said in a rush, the words piled together. “Just say it.” Ronan pressed the heel of his hand against his eye, checking for nightwash, but it wasn’t bad yet. “I’m not that big of an asshole.” “Oh, you are,” Adam said, trying for humor. Failing. “Just not about that.”
Ronan dreamt of summer, of Adam. 
“Tamquam,” said Adam. “Wait,” said Ronan. “Tamquam,” he said again, gently. “Aler idem,” Ronan said. 
Dreamt of you.
“I saved you because I love you.”
His mind stored away the first half for safekeeping, to take out and look at again on a rotten day. 
It was possible that no two students at Agliony had ever come away with such a thorough understanding of Latin (or, possibly, of each other).
They hugged, hard. It was shocking to hold him. The truth of him was right there beneath Ronan’s hands, and it still seemed impossible. He smelled like the leather of the thrift store jacket and the woodsmoke he’d ridden through to get here. Things had been the same for so long, and now everything was different, and it was harder to keep up than Ronan had thought. 
The idea of Adam Parrish on a motorcycle was more than enough birthday present for Ronan; he was senselessly turned on.
They hugged again, merrily, waltzing messily in the kitchen, and kissed, merrily, waltzing more. 
“Parrish, that was fucked up,” Rona said. He laid a palm on Adam’s pale cheek. It, too, was frigid. Adam turned his face into Ronan’s eyes, his eyes shuttered.
And then Ronan was through and swiping away the tears before Adam joined him by the shoulder, emerging from the dark with the bright dreamt light cupped in his hands. “Break will be here in just a few days,” Adam said. He kissed Ronan’s cheek, lightly, and then his mouth. “I’ coming back. Be here for me.”
“Who would be attracted to you as a love match? Has he got crushingly low self-esteem? Is he one of those soft boys who hide in the firm pecs of their scary partners? Is he a witch? Did he say a spell wrong and you appeared and now you’re bound for life?” “Yeah,” Ronan said. “That one.”
A photograph of two young men as the lock screen. One was Ronan, laughing explosively. The other was a rather self-contained-looking fellow, striking in an unusual sort of way, smirking a bit at whatever he’d just said. 
It was about Adam’s gloves here, but it was also Adam’s jacket tossed on a dining room chair, his soda can forgotten on the foyer table, him somewhere tossed with equal comfort in the Barns, his presence commonplace enough that he was not having to perform or engage with Ronan at all times. He was not dating Ronan; he was living in Ronan’s life with him. Shoes kicked off by the door, gloves off. A future. A good future. One Ronan had always liked thinking about. 
Rona nthought about Adam’s gloves set upon his shoes in the mudroom. He thought about wanting to feel like he had been made for something more than dying.
Adam Parrish, who loved Ronan.
Adam Parrish was the person Ronan cared about more than anyone else in the world. 
Elation overtook Ronan. Even before he put a name to the face, he was overwhelmed with a single thought: It is going to be okay. The second voice belonged to Adam Parrish. 
He’d dreamt that watch for Adam when he left for Harvard. It was the closest he could come to a love letter; the language of affection had never felt right to Ronan. [...] But the watch, the watch told the time for whatever time zone Ronan was in, and it said exactly what Ronan meant to say. Think of where I am, it said. Think of me.
Adam suddenly leaned in very close to Ronan’s slumped body. His lips were right on Ronan’s ear. In this close space, even a whisper was audible to Declan, but his words were just for Ronan. “Post tenebras lux,” he whispered. Light follows darkness. Adam added, “Tamquam...” Alter idem, Ronan thought. 
Both of them seemed more settled after this. Adam repositioned himself more comfortably, leaning his back between the framing on the opposite wall. His legs mingled with Ronan’s long legs, a chaos of young men. Then he sighed and leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed. Yes, thought Ronan. Stay.
“There’s a real version of me that stayed with you.”
“You were, like, the place I stored all the reality in.”
This was his old accent, his Virgina accent, as warming to Ronan as the sun. 
“I just missed--” He knocked his shoe against Ronan’s. Me too. 
Adam had come for him. All this way. He had not given up. He had risked everything. 
Yet when Adam’s consciousness touched his, Ronan recognized him. It was Adam’s footsteps on the stairs. His surprised whoop as he catapulted into the pond they’d dug. The irritation in his voice; the impatience in his kiss; his ruthless, dry sense of humor; his brittle pride; his ferocious loyalty. 
Tamquam, said Ronan, and Adam said, Alter idem. 
They were happy and sad, angry and forgiven, they were wanted, they were wanted, they were wanted. 
“Adam. My Adam. Adam!” 
Standing, she saw Ronan kneel next to Adam’s limp body to whisper something in his ear, too. Adam did not wake, but Ronan didn’t seem to expect him to. When Ronan lifted his head, she thought his face would be miserable, but it just looked furious. 
He failed every time he saw Ronan again. He was in love with Ronan, and he was in love with this lonesome green valley.
There was a time when it would have made Hennessy feel bad to see how gratefully Ronan’s face was pressed into Adam’s neck. To see how Adam’s face just wore a raw relief, a peace, as he held on to Ronan, his eyes open and gazing up into the blue sky. To see Ronan finally say something into his ear and Adam close his eyes and sigh.  
“You want one of these?” Gansey asked. He gestured with his chin to indicate it. The all of it. The wedding. “Yeah,” said Ronan. “I think so.” “Well, that’s a relief,” Gansey said. “How do you figure?” “I asked Adam and he said the same thing.”
Without taking his eyes off the sky, Ronan reached out his hand to Adam to offer him something. It was a ring. Without taking his eyes off the sky, Adam took it and put it on. They sighed. The stars moved overhead. The world felt enormous, both past and future, with their slender present hovering in the middle. 
It was all very good. 
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squash1 · 9 months
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gansey: “so i’m confused, when you ask me how i’m doing or try to take care of me, you’re being a good friend. but when i ask you how you’re doing and try to take care of you, i don’t respect you as a peer and pity you secretly?
adam: “you’re not confused. you nailed it, gansey.”
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venividifettuccine · 5 days
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the raven cycle friend group as the four horsemen of the apocalypse
death: gansey
war: ronan
famine: adam
plague: blue
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yeasymuffin · 11 days
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A wild animal that feels that it no longer has any reason to live, reaches in the end a point when its remaining energies may actually be directed towards dying.
Richard Adams, Watership Down
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