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#Mister Impossible Spoilers
cables-walter · 3 months
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It didn't feel important to remember that. It felt important to show it to someone. Ronan tried to understand.
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defenderparrish · 2 years
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pynch didn't have "basically a breakup" in mister impossible, are you guys dumb or what. they just got into a fight and ronan hung up and threw the phone, just another moment of angst and drama between the two of them, this doesn't amount to a breakup
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amethystroselily · 10 months
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Me reading Jordan, Declan, and Matthew chapters in MI: I hope they live happily ever after together in Boston and build a proper life there and Declan and Jordan get married 🥰
Me reading Ronan and Hennessy chapters in MI: Oh my GOD I’m getting you out of there Hennessy. (Yeah, Ronan’s also being manipulated and it’s all going to fall apart very soon but at least he’s having a blast. That motherfucker loves eco-terrorism. It’s kind of his calling.)
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cloudslinger · 2 years
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destroying / breaking
sex, drugs, cars / cash, cars, girls
( the dream thieves -> mister impossible )
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ive-garden · 2 years
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But we love you anyway Ronan 💜
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softkostyk · 2 years
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Chapter 37, Page 332, line 12 of Mister Impossible: Adam Parrish, who loved Ronan,
Me:
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alzheimerfrog · 2 years
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The scream I just scrumpt…
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queenofmoons · 1 year
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Hands down this is the second funniest ronan moment behind him finding out Noah is a ghost and making a game out of throwing him out a window
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unknowablecore · 2 years
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So.... what are the chances Adam has already guessed Bryde is Ronan’s because he’s a genius. I could see Adam keeping that theory from Declan, and their whole interaction makes it’s obvious Adam is hiding things. I could be wrong but “you know whats going on here.” and a couple other little things makes me hmm.
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adamprrishcycle · 2 years
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Ok but I’m 78% of the way through mister impossible and I’m concerned. Hennessy just used the word “lacy” twice to describe something in her childhood and I don’t trust Bryde bc adam parrish doesn’t and I want Matthew lynch to be happy ok? ok
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runekeepershymnal · 2 years
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Missed Six-Second Sunday Monday (Adam Parrish in six WIPs edition) because I’m feeling lonesome and a bit at sea.
Adam relaxed a bit, letting his spine slump in the seat. Hours in the car had made his legs stiff. He should’ve had enough room to avoid K and Proko with his stretch, but his foot bumped something. He looked at K and raised an eyebrow. K lit up in a delight which usually preceded an extinction level event.
“Prepare to be surprised, you uptight fuck,” K grinned, and ducked under the table.
Gansey drooped slightly, some of the fight leaving him, and he geared down, reducing his speed and the noise of the engine with it. Gansey had been driving like a maniac for once, Adam had slept through it, and Ronan wasn’t even there. What a waste.
“Ronan came home, dumped some Chinese leftovers on my bed and said you’d forgotten your lunch, then went into his room and slammed the door. I thought I’d bring them to you at work, since I knew you wouldn’t be getting much of a break, and because I thought I should ask if you two were fighting and if plans needed to be rearranged.”
Gansey for ‘you’re working yourself to death again, still, and you and Lynch seem to be fighting, and I’m worried about you both but I’ve got no way to show it without you getting angry at me.’ Sometimes, if Adam let him think about it for too long, he felt like an utter asshole for making Gansey navigate the minefield Adam had set up without ever meaning to.
Adam grinned at him then, and it was a hybrid of Ronan’s and Adam’s own. Ronan’s sharp, feral smile was all havoc, not indifferent to consequence or calamity, but eager for them, whatever they might be. Adam’s smile, his native one, was barely concealed slyness, consequences accounted for and deftly side-stepped, the calamity someone else’s problem. Adam’s usual smile was the quiet confidence and subtle joy of knowing what was and what would be. Adam’s smile always knew something that no one else did.
This crossbred smile knew something Ronan didn’t: It knew the coming calamity, opened the door to its house, and dragged Ronan inside before he could raise his fist to knock or his foot to kick down the door.
“Do I need to turn off my phone?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She told him the wifi password and said not to worry about it.
“Just let me know if there's anything you need,” she said, voice still your-seat-cushion-can-be-used-as-a-floatation-device professional.
Was this what it felt like to be Gansey? To have people never drop their customer service face no matter how much they were dying inside, no matter how much you tried to assure them that you saw a person when you looked at them?
Was that how Adam had looked all these years, trying to get by and get out?
Adam should not be delighted. This wasn’t the smooth way, the no-nonsense way. This was the scenario he wanted to avoid, really, direct contact was just a waste of his time and effort. Far better to get a money manager or an accountant or an assistant or something. Adam should not be happy about this.
But Adam had had a shitbox day and was feeling mean, so he took “Fuck you, you privileged miserable shit, I own your ass,” and translated it through his English-to-Lawyer dictionary.
That was part of the problem, Ronan knew, that he needed to find words because his teeth against a collarbone, his nose running along a tendon in Adam’s neck, the suction of his mouth around Adam’s fingers was not getting Ronan the answers he needed.
Ronan needed to make himself understood so that he might understand, and yet, every sentence he had planned fled his mind just as they had when Adam had answered the phone after the Moderators’ ambush.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” Ronan asked, and it felt exactly like asking, ‘Why didn’t you text back?’
Adam sighed, and the wind sighed with him. The dirt under Ronan’s fingernails, the invisible spores from fungus around them, the pollen in the air, everything radiated absolute longing, and Ronan realized that he was feeling everything that Adam felt, exactly as he felt it.
Maybe they could understand each other, at last.
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nebulousbrainsoup · 1 year
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oh so liliana really HAS been heart eyes for farooq-lane this whole time
these books get better and gayer (same thing, ig) at every turn
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amethystroselily · 10 months
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Major Dreamers Trilogy (Mister Impossible) spoilers!!!!!
Holy fuck. Did… did this series just pull a Fight Club?????
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brydelynch · 2 years
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Jordan knowing how to use egg tempera and being able to execute it properly? That’s more than just a “bit of a flex”, homie. That’s a huge fucking flex.
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softkostyk · 2 years
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If you’ve read Mister Impossible please hmu! I have a question and I can’t look it up without spoiling everything else for myself 🥲 thank you!
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