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himynameisobed · 11 months

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mid-may.

i've been having a pleasant string of almost-summer days that make me grateful. last saturday, amber and i went to cirque du soleil and had what seemed to be a life-changing and eye-opening experience - at least in the immediate aftermath, when we talked about leaving our boring, everyday lives to join the circus. (my toxic trait is believing that i can develop the capabilities necessary to be a cirque du soleil performance if i wanted to, even now, in my close to middle age) the human body is an absolute marvel. we saw mesmerizing contortionists, a man stacking chairs to an unbelievable height while also performing acrobatics, a man whose feet were strapped to one long stilt, who was launched into the air and did several flips before landing in perfect balance - it was insane and thrilling and now i truly believe every one should see one of these performances at least once in their life. after the circus, we went to my friend beth's 30th birthday party and it was cute. i'm trying to live more of an alcohol-free life, but it's difficult when i say i'll only drink on special occasions and every occasion seems special. got a bit tipsy, played with a dog, stood outside smoking a cigarette and talking about the upcoming movie, "killers of the flower moon." and when a friend of mine gets tipsy too, sometimes we get closer than we probably should. easy affection, a strange pull, some yearning for a deeper intimacy that might not be wholly appropriate given the context of everything. or maybe just a little bit of a harmless flirtation. the next day is sunday and i'm too hungover to go to church. i meet my sister at my parents' house later though, and we head to bang bang to stand in line for 20 minutes and get ice cream. we walked all the way there, which was impressive, but maybe a bit unnecessary. i'd invited conor out for ice cream, but he flipped it over on me and instead invited me over to a little party he and his friends were having at Tommy and Ronan's place. i wanted to go just to properly meet one of their friends, Shane, who had just immigrated to Toronto a couple of days before and has maybe the coolest natural hair colour i've ever seen. my sister and i get to their party, which is happening on the shared patio space on their building, so there's a bunch of random people there, and we find everyone talking to a group of australian girls. i play it cool with shane, pretending to be just noticing him, and strike up a nice conversation. he seems sweet, and a bit shy and sensitive, but also like he can have a good time. a nice addition to the group, in any case, but i guess they've all been friends forever. later we go to stackt market, and shane confides in me that he thinks it's overrated and he's bored, so i suggest going to crews. to my delight, he seems excited about the idea, but conor and i had been texting renee and she said she was at karaoke, so we went to meet her there instead. it might've been the wrong move since we ended up having to get a separate room anyway and barely seeing renee, and crews honestly probably would've been more fun, but it is what it is. shane leaves early saying he's tired. he leaves without letting most people know, and i feel bad he didn't have more fun, but there's always next time. the next day i meet my david, amber, and michael (+ michael's wife) at the beach. it's a nice day out and we walk along the board walk for a stretch before heading to a barbecue restaurant for lunch. my friend liam, his friend william and william's room mate meet us there. i feel kind of bad because i think liam thought we were going to have an actual beach day - a day of casual drinks on the shore, playing beach volleyball or some other sport - but really we just wanted to be outside in the nice weather and go get food. i think i accuse him of misunderstanding what i said when i invited him, but really i should've just apologized. in any case, he said he'd be ready for next time - that he would get some sort of ball himself and we'd all be able to play. he lives in the beaches but apparently rarely goes to the beach, but next time we'll make a day of it. our waitress at the restaurant is unnecessarily rude, making mistakes and accusing us of them and refusing to answer questions in any helpful way. it's honestly astounding, and i make a loud remark about how she needs to learn how to just do her fucking job that i hope she hears while she's walking downstairs. at one point she'd brought us what she says is a pork sandwich, which none of us ordered. she goes, "well, it's someone's, i wrote it down," and we say none of us ordered it so she goes back to the kitchen and comes back saying it's a brisket sandwich. our friend asks to confirm if it's pork or beef (since he can't eat pork), and she dismissively says something along the lines of, "i can't tell just by looking at it." so we ask her to go to the kitchen and check. and it was on her way back to the kitchen that i make a loud remark, and honestly after that she was quite a bit nicer to us so i think it worked. it's crazy how service can truly make or break a dining experience. we were 9 customers who were just trying to have a good time and enjoy the long weekend, and it seemed like this waitress with a stank ass attitude was making it her personal mission to ruin everything. to be honest, i think she was also a little bit racist or ignorant. maybe she was just a basic white blonde girl whose spent all her life in the beaches ever only with other white people, so she has no grasp of any possible experience beyond that. two of the people we were with were from cameroon and were asking her very reasonable questions that she was treating as stupid. i want her to try going to cameroon and ordering in french off of a menu that she doesn't understand. she literally had no patience or empathy, but i'm hoping she's just young and will grow out of that. after lunch, we walked along the beach some more and when we parted ways, i went home and took a nap until 9pm. all in all, it was a nice weekend with nice weather, and now i'm going to go back to trying to finally finish my portfolio.

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mychemicalrachel · 2 years

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If pressed, Kavinsky wasn’t sure he could even explain what made Ronan Lynch so special. He wasn’t a stranger, but he wasn’t a friend. He was a prince among princes, an heir to a legacy in a town with more than its fair share of legacies. He was simply a boy in a school filled to the brim with them.

He played tennis, had the arms and the calves to show for it, but so did everyone else on the tennis team and the lacrosse team and the crew team. He had dark curls and blazing blue eyes, but so did Declan Lynch– and they didn’t look nearly as seductive on the oldest Lynch brother. He had pale skin that stretched on for miles, or for at least six feet two inches, a jawline that could cut glass, and a laugh like music that Kavinsky yearned to pluck from his vocal chords. A smile like a dagger that Kavinsky wanted to impale himself on.

He was just a boy and somehow so so much more.

[Or; Ronan never befriended Gansey and after the death of Niall Lynch, Gansey isn't there to pull Ronan back from the edge. Kavinsky is there instead, ready to push him over.]

#rovinsky #pynch #pynchinsky #i love that ship name so much #dizzy #don't mind me #i just updated the summary on ao3 #so i wanted to update my pinned post too #shameless self promotion #joseph kavinsky

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imaginaryshorts · 6 months

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Whispers of the Monochrome Princess

Once upon a time, in a mystical realm where colors whispered tales of forgotten enchantments, there lived a renowned artist named Aria. Her delicate strokes and exquisite creations were said to possess an otherworldly allure that could captivate even the most hardened hearts. Aria had gained fame throughout the kingdom, but her latest masterstroke sparked whispers of true magic.

Eager to showcase her talent, Aria embarked on a quest to create a masterpiece that would transcend the boundaries of reality. In a secluded sanctuary tucked away amidst towering forests, she began her arduous journey. Days melted into nights, and nights into days, as Aria poured her soul onto the empty canvas.

Under the silver glow of a crescent moon, a black and white drawing of a woman's face emerged gradually from the strokes of Aria's brush. The fine lines danced softly, capturing the essence of feminine beauty with every stroke. As she completed the final touches, the woman's eyes seemed to shimmer with secrets untold.

Unbeknownst to Aria, her artwork held a story waiting to be unraveled. It depicted the tale of a long-lost princess trapped in a timeless void, yearning to be released from her silent captivity. Legends whispered that her face, captured forever in stark black and white, held the key to unlocking her ethereal prison.

Word of the intriguing artwork spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of a curious young adventurer named Ronan. Driven by purpose, Ronan sought the remote sanctuary to discover the truth behind the mysterious drawing. His journey was difficult as he traversed treacherous landscapes and encountered mythical creatures guarding the artwork's secrets.

When Ronan finally arrived at the sanctuary, Aria greeted him with anticipation. She divulged the lore surrounding the drawing, describing the captivity of the princess and the whispers of her liberation hidden within the intricate details. Inspired by the enigmatic tale, Ronan pledged to unravel the princess's fate.

Together, Aria and Ronan embarked on a quest to bring life to the desolate drawing. They delved into ancient texts and deciphered arcane symbols, unearthing long-forgotten rituals that might awaken the dormant magic residing within the artwork. The duo performed a mesmerizing ceremony guided by whispered incantations and the thumping rhythm of their synchronized hearts.

With a surge of ethereal energy, the drawing broke free from its two-dimensional confines. The woman's face transformed, bursting into radiant colors that shimmered like kaleidoscopic fireworks. At that moment, the princess was released from her timeless imprisonment, stepping gracefully into the realm of the living.

The princess, now freed from her monochromatic existence, shared her gratitude with Aria and Ronan. She bestowed upon them a heartfelt blessing, promising to use her newfound liberation to bring joy and inspiration to all who encountered her. And so, the radiant princess and her dedicated companions became guardians of creativity, forever weaving enchantment into the tapestry of their lives.

As the story of the black-and-white drawing of a woman's face spread far and wide, it reminded all that art, infused with passion and belief, could transcend boundaries and set unimaginable wonders in motion.

#digital artist #short stories #digital art #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #fantasy #creative writing #art

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thesecrimsonstrings-if · 2 years

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Hey hey, lovely author! Happy (almost) new year! 🥳 I hope you’re going into the new year healthy, happy and loved (you & your work are for sure loved here) <3

So, my beautiful girlfriend came at me with this a couple days ago, “I’m crazy about you, you know? I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you” and I was wondering how the ro’s would react to the mc having said that to them?

I, personally, bawled.

Thank youuuu!!

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM?! AHHHHHH

ronan bennett

a surprised “oh” is his only response. he looks at you, head tilted and cheeks which darken considerably since you said what was on your mind for a long time. ronnie averts his gaze from you suddenly, very much aware that your eyes betray your adoration as you pick apart everything that makes him, well, him.

“i have to tell you,” he begins after a while, confidence renewed as he turns back to you and takes both your hands in his. “i feel the same way, perhaps i always have.”

“you can't be sure of that,” you say, however your tone is more teasing than challenging.

he shakes his head, warm brown eyes focused on your opal ones. if it's not for the sureness in his voice, you can feel it in his touch, lighting up every cell. and as you take a deep breath, you had never felt this alive before.

“i admit there are many things that i'm not completely sure in my life,” he starts, eyes flitting away for a moment in slight embarassment. “but you, i'll always be sure about you.”

and that was how you came undone that very moment.

célia dupont

she has never looked at you like this before, at least not as far as you can remember. so softly, so delicately, as if even gazing at you is an act of sacred loveliness. she moves forward, legs gliding along the floor and lips parted.

“i beg you,” she whispers against your lips. “i beg you to not say something like that.”

“why?”

“because i'm afraid i'll fall further than i already have, mon amour.”

“you need not fear about that,” you reassure, your smile seems brighter than moon to célia.

“you'll catch me?” she asks.

you shake your head, pressing your lips against her as she gasps and holds you closer. it's slow, pleading and a quiet moan slips past her mouth when you gently bite down on her bottom lips as you pull away. her hazel eyes are dark, a kaleidoscopic pair swirling with emotions too great to handle. but the most prominent one of them is the pure, unwavering sparkle of love.

“i'll fall with you, my dear lia.”

s bakkoush

their eyes widen in surprise, emerald pools searching your face for any kind of deceit. they find none, yet they keep quiet. this, this simple statement that has you pouring your heart out to them, why has this rendered them completely speechless?

“look at me,” you whisper and they obey. they don't know why but they do.

S's breath catches in their throat when they see your enchanting opal eyes running over their features. they feel naked under your gaze, like you're mentally undressing them and admiring every inch of them.

“magnificent.” you say, hands coming up to gently touch their cheek and S cannot take it anymore. they lean forward with no care for any consequences that may come. your lips meet in a hurried wave of desperation. S's hands claw on your hair, keeping you close and letting you know how much they appreciate everything you've said to them.

“not fair,” they mumble as you both pull away slowly at the same time. “how i don't even have a say in how much i yearn for you.”

i tachibana

they blink, words taking a while to register before you see that they're suddenly trying to avoid your stare by looking everywhere in the room except in your direction. oh, their heart won't calm down, what kind of sorcery is this? they've known no peace of mind since you had waltzed in their life with your crooked smile and fiery gaze that spoke of trouble, but now their heart decides to join the circus too?

you had given the hunter a fair share of trouble, they will tell you that much. however, they don't remember when... when they had come to enjoy your company instead of loathing it. when they had fallen for you without realising it completely. because when they finally gather enough courage to meet your gaze, you are pleasantly shocked at how they look look at you. it's like they're witnessing the first sunrise of their lifetime.

“you and your sweet words,” they say with a hint of grumble. “they won't get you out of the problems you find yourself in, you know.”

“maybe not,” you reply with a shrug, but still you lean forward with a beaming smile. “that's why it's a good thing i'm only trying to get in your heart, dear hunter.”

#asks #congratulations #you've officially made S speechless #and tachibana will need 3-4 business days to recover from your last line #ronnie do be getting more confident #and célia has melted into a puddle #HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYONE #it's already january first in here #and the fireworks are gonna make me commit murder #these crimson strings #ro: ronan bennett #ro: célia dupont #ro: s bakkoush #ro: i tachibana #ro scenarios #bonnie nonnie

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parrishh · 3 years

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Do you have some fluffy or funny pynch fics to share with us?

i don't read a ton of fic and when i do i tend to gravitate towards angst versus fluff, but there are four fics in my bookmarks that are tagged as fluff and here they are

i should have loved a thunderbird instead by ssstrychnine

this is a pre-trk getting-together fic where persephone leaves adam a phone and he and ronan call each other a lot and it's really beautifully written and super cute. they're both assholes because of course they are

let us pretend we've got it together by shinealightonme

adam's a masseuse at a fancy social club, ronan's pretending to be declan to get into the social club so he can box, they meet, things are, once again, cute

you came out of nowhere by renlybaratheon

one of my all time faves! adam gets a fake number after a bad date and it's ronan's number and they fall for each other over the phone. the yearning in this one is chef's kiss

come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls by shinealightonme

adam and ronan are roommates and ronan brings home an actual, real-life human baby and they have to take care of said baby together. as someone who is personally a sucker for babies, i was cooing over this one

#pynch #trc #fic recs #answered #anon

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spacesuitsforemergency · 2 years

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Okay but when Ronan first started crushing on Nick, Massacre was so annoying about it cause of course he knew, they literally share a body

“Quit looking at his butt.”

“I wasn’t!”

“I see what you see. Either man up and go talk to him or quit this stupid yearning thing! You humans are so dramatic.”

“Says the guy who used my body to lie around on the couch and watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians!”

“THAT IS A GREAT SHOW.”

“IT IS BUT YOU’RE BEING HYPOCRITICAL-“

“Who are you yelling at, Ronan?”

“NOBODY-“

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Your Own Fav Five Lines

OMFG!!! This is such a cute little end of the year thing, and I was tagged by my favorite strumpet darling @omgcmere!!!! So thank you bubby, The rules are to point out five lines that you’ve written over the course of the year that you’re especially proud of💜 I definitely cheated becs these are paragraphs, but I do what I want!!! Baddy levels bitch!

~Wolfstar

From I Tried Writing Your Name In The Rain » *Sirius’s body shakes in silent laughter, wrapping his arms around Remus all the tighter in response. And it all feels so fucking wonderful. It feels like soaring with no inhibitions, like lilac skies on nights they spent tucked away from the world save for one another, it feels like everything Remus has ever wanted, and somehow— miraculously— Sirius wants it to. It feels like they’ve stumbled into their own slice of the universe, and Remus wants to get lost in this wonderland for the rest of time. Wants to embed himself in the crook of Sirius’s body, to twine together in the most intimate of ways. To love him and let himself be loved.* » This is my first ever Wolfstar FIC and this is the first time I got to be soft about my fav babes and so this FIC and this scene will always hold a special place in my little heart💜

From Hold Me Close, And I’ll Breathe You In” » *There’s stardust spilling in Remus’s hair, and Sirius’s tugging on the ends of his own so harshly that it makes him wince and there’s a rabid, squirming sensation that’s slinking through Sirius’s very bones, against his very skin— a sensation that makes him want to reach over the three feet separating them and through the five months of shared history that built them together. Five months of caressing hands and devouring lips and feeling at peace for the first time in their miserable lives. Makes him want to knot their limbs together and kiss him like the world was suspended just for the pair of them again, to taste the butterscotch sweetness and half formed secrets and nicotine stained lips Sirius has always handled with the upmost reverence.* » I’m like almost positive this is the first line I wrote for the FIC and just built the whole thing around it LMFAO and it feels kinda incongruent with the rest of it considering it’s mostly just a mess of vibes from Gossip Girl/Shameless, but I liked it so much I couldn’t help it hahahahaha

~Firstprince

From The Spoken At The Edge Of The Unspoken » *Henry feels the way Alex’s nipples begin to pebble beneath his touch, knows that if he ducks down just so, with his teeth clamped around one while his right hand pinches the other and twists, that Alex’s breath will hitch up in that especially panting way, head swung back on the mattress and hips thrashing forwards, already needy for some friction. And maybe on another night, in another world, Henry would take his time, would tease and taunt and not give him what he so obviously, so desperately wants until he’s quite literally begging for it— gagging for Henry’s cock. But the thing is that it’s not another night, and it’s the same sodding world it’s always been, so Henry only bites down that bit harder before lapping up the abused nipple with his tongue, the same tongue that tracks down to Alex’s’s torso— savoring the salty taste of the dips and valleys of his stomach muscles before gliding against the V of his hips and helping divest him of his trousers and pants— hot breath skirting around Alex’s dick in that wanton way he knows always drives Alex mad. And maybe he’s a bit mad too because Henry just lies there for a moment, between the space of Alex’s legs, peering up at the debauched image before him, the image of Alex lying flushed and panting— one arm slung across his forehead and his free hand fisted in Henry’s tawny locks and he’s biting down on the lips Henry had just been kissing with hungry gusto. And it’s a forbidden thought, but Henry thinks he’s the most beautiful damn thing he’s ever seen, still stares as he licks down to his inner thigh where he’s got a small bluebonnet tattooed amongst the freckles. Henry traces it’s outlines and nips at it with perhaps too much heat but is reassured when he hears a choked out moan coming from Alex above him. And Henry can’t help but love the way he’s got him so pliant, so needy, so alert.* » It’s not necessarily that I adore this paragraph, but it’s the first time I tried writing proper smut for that hoe Marybeth, and It’s not as dry as I expected lol.

From Come Back, Even As A Shadow, Even As A Dream » *Henry smiles right then, small and sad and so lovely, and Alex gives a light squeeze to his hand. There’s no doubt in his mind that he could’ve fallen in love with that smile and the man— could’ve spent an eon parsing out every shade of blue in his big eyes. But that was another life ago, a life Alex can’t remember, might not ever remember. How is it suppose to count.* » So I have the scene that surrounds this line in my drafts and I aspire to finally publish this chapter because I love yearning okay! But it counts because it’s in the summary sadlkgjaeiogjsdhfsdkljg So I’m not a cheater okay!!!

~Pynch

From Beneath A Million Stars There's No Need To Pretend » *“It wouldn’t be nonsense if you had just let me finish,” Adam needles sulkily, shutters back when they walk through the double doors and the cold chill lashes against his face. Adam’s not built for the winter months. He’s cut from sunlight and supernovas and the lapping waves against the sandy shores, strung together by the sound of chirping cicadas and the static before a thunderstorm. In the cold he’s mussed curls spilling over pale skin, looking almost ethereal — like from those portraits of God’s Angels in the heavens that Niall used to show them on their frequent visits to the Whitney whenever they were in the city. It’s so contrary from his deep tan and tawny locks and shimmering eyes that come out in the warmth. Ronan likes him either way if he’s being honest, finds him beautiful through every layer.* » This is just me waxing poetic about Adam which is sorta my MO if i’m being honest flkasdgjaioghgsdf

I’m gonna tag the babes @remus-john-lupin @kattlupin @theprongsletthatlived @kittycargo @goodboylupin @ravenclaw-reblogs @mooncat457writing @swottypotter @silversickles and absolutely anyone else who wants to<3<3

#wolfstar #firstprince #pynch #tag game #about me #this is so long #rip

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parakeatswrites · 3 years

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fic writer interview

I was tagged by @catboyadamparrish and @hklnvgl (thank you! 💕)

name: Eve / Ed

fandoms (i write for): TRC at the moment! I’ve written for other fandoms in the past, but those are under other (abandoned 😬) pen names

two-shot: I have never written a two-shot before haha. Either I manage to keep it to a oneshot, or the wordcount gets beyond me into a multichap.

most popular multi-chapter: If we’re rating them by hits-to-kudos ratio, then it’s The Night Hides All Flaws (the ASMR!pynch fic) hands down.

actual worst part of writing: Oh man, when I’m doing a longer fic and I know story beat A and story beat C, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get between them. Also probably when the self-doubt hits hard - that internal dialogue of self-criticism can really take the fun out of writing.

how you chose your titles: I am a simple man and I pull the title from a song.

do you outline: Yes I absolutely do. The detail in the outlines depends on how complex the story is, but writing outlines is really inspiring for me. There’s a lot of easy serotonin in working on outlines since it feels like I’m “getting through” the story so fast compared to actually writing the prose.

ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: If you’ve talked to me even once you’ll probably realize that I suffer from Too Many Ideas and I don’t want to admit that I won’t have time to write them all. One that is pretty low on my ‘to write’ list right now that I desperately want to read is this ‘Pynch undercover & forced to pretend to be a married couple to track down a underground magical artifact trade ring in suburbia’. They could fight about domestic stuff, and Orla could be their In, and they might run into Declan who Ronan hasn’t talked to in forever and so he doesn’t know Jordan at all & it almost blows their cover? There would be subterfuge & block bbqs & explosions & fake pet names that maybe become a bit too real? Wouldn’t that be a nice time?

Callouts @ me: Finish ya fics dude

best writing traits: I’d like to think my dialogue isn’t half bad. My writing is the strongest when it’s fluffy & smutty & about the yearning.

spicy tangential opinion: Is this spicy? - Send people nice messages to spread positivity. If you’re ever wondering if you should leave an enthusiastic comment on something, or leave a nice anon message, or get excited in the tags of a post, just know that you absolutely should. Get excited and share that with people! Let creators know that you like what they’ve made. The folks who make the art and fic and edits are so essential to fandom. I’m coming at this from being a lurker for years - I get it! You don’t know if your comments are weird or unwelcome. It can be difficult to know what the social rules of a space are. I absolutely get it. But (unless someone has explicitly asked for no interaction / comments) it is pretty safe to assume that your fav fic author / artist / podficcer etc will appreciate a bit of positivity.

Thank you again for tagging me! I really appreciate it 😊 I haven’t been keeping up with my dash at. all. the last few days so I honestly have no clue who has already been tagged. If you saw this and thought it would be fun, please feel free to join in an tag me!!

#tag game

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clotpolesonly · 3 months

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So, I started a cleaning job where I don't have to talk to anyone, which is lovely, but it also meant I started listening to audiobooks, and I've started listening to some book series I've been hearing about here and there, and the latest was The Raven Cycle. Why? Because you posted about it. You are literally the only person on my dashboard to post about it, but the few ones I have seen over the last months? years? have been enough for me to be assured in it having queer rep, being well written, and potentially worth my time. And yeah, it very much was, cause now I'm kinda hooked on it, like not just Adam/Ronan, tho very much them as well, but Maggie even got me caring about a straight couple with Gansey/Blue, cause she just writes such beautiful and unique characters!!! And anyway, besides asking you if you have some favourite AO3 recs (Don't even care much about the ship, as long as it's with these characters) I come having finished The Raven King a week ago, and now humbly but also very desperately asking, do you have any other book recommendations like TRC for me to listen to?? (Oh, and maybe also whether or not the dreamer triology will be just as good? Cause I'm curious about it having Ronan in focus, but more than the story, it's the characters that got me hooked on TRC, and like Maggie Stiefvater's writing style, but yeah I'm unsure how much of Adam there is in the trilogy, and the new characters, are they just as intriguing??)

YESSSSSS I LOVE SNAGGING PEOPLE AND DRAGGING THEM INTO MY FANDOMS XD WELCOME

the Dreamer Trilogy has its pros and its cons. if does significantly shift the focus of the narrative away from the established group, so if the Gangsey found family dynamic is a really big factor in your enjoyment and you don't want to be without it, you'll be disappointed by TDT because the rest of the gang simply isn't present 😭 it's very much Lynch-(and new characters)-focused.

Ronan is the main character and gets the most screen time, but honestly, Declan steals the show in that series. people can go into TDT Declan haters and come out of it with rabid Declan brain rot afdkjgh, i for one am obsessed with him. Matthew gets a real arc too, which i love for him. Adam doesn't have a huge role but he is around and relevant. i am IN LOVE with some of the new characters, and Maggie got us again with the straights!!! she makes us fucking YEARN WITH THE STRAIGHTS, on par with Bluesey imo, the new canon ship destroys me ok??

i will say that TDT doesn't feel as cohesive and satisfying in the overall narrative structure sense, compared to TRC. there are some things about it that confuse/frustrate me or don't make sense if you look at it too closely 😅 but there's so much really interesting compelling character/relationship work that it makes up for it, for me. i enjoyed TDT a lot, have read it multiple times, and will definitely read it again. it expands upon the world and lore, and i'm a sluuuut for complicated dysfunctional family dynamics so the Lynches get me good.

as for other recs! in case my unrelenting TRC blogging isn't damning enough evidence, i'll admit openly that i tend to just read the same thing over and over again instead of reading anything new lfkdjgh, so i don't actually HAVE anything else to rec myself, i am useless to you 😅😅😅 so instead i reached out to some other fans on discord and got suggestions from them to share with you!

The Scorpio Races (also Maggie Stiefvater)

The Wicker King (K Ancrum)

Aristotle & Dante (Benjamin Alire Saenz)

A Darker Shade of Magic (VE Schwab)

Iron Widow (Xiran Jay Zhao)

In Other Lands (Sarah Rees Brennan)

Hell Followed With Us (Andrew Joseph White)

The Darkest Part of The Forest (Holly Black)

All Of Us Villains duology (Amanda Foody, CL Herman)

Self Made Boys (Anna Marie Mclemore)

Legendborn (Tracy Deonn)

Folk of the Air series (Holly Black)

Six of Crows duology (Leigh Bardugo)

Winternight trilogy (Katherine Arden)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir)

The Atlas Six (Olivie Blake)

so, again, i have not personally read any of these books to make the recs more specific or say what part of them invokes TRC vibes, but it sure is a place to start?? 😂

for fic recs, oh god, my brain is SWISS CHEESE, let's see if i can remember and dig up anything aldkfjg

(ok first i rec my own fics #shameless self promo)

Magnetic i've read SO MUCH and will again, it's everything to me

don't it beat a slow dance to death is a timeloop thing A+

I'm an Empathetic Drunk, Ok? is the first long TRC fic i read i think

All That I Know is Gone has dreamer!Declan, obsessed with this

King by the Roadside Gansey-didn't-die-the-first-time + polyam

A Sound Of Thunder Declan died instead of Niall 😭😭

aaaaaand these are the ones that are coming to my mind as of right now, the first 3 are all Pynch. i think the 4th has Pynch but it's mostly brother feels - that one introduces some elements from TDT but i don't thiiiiiink anything that would be a significant spoiler as long as you've read the short story Opal, which was included in my physical copy of TRK if it wasn't in yours, i have the epub). could hold off on that one until you (maybe) read TDT (if you wanna), but i've read it too many times not to rec it. 5th one hooks up the whole gang in one big polycule and i love it for that, and the last one hurts my HEART as a Declan stan but it's otherwise a great fic 😂

anybody else with TRC recs, add on/reply/hit @so-very-asleep up with 'em!!!

#and the answer is #so-very-asleep #TRC #TDT

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creativefiend19 · 4 years

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Top 3 Pynch one-shots

The rules: post a link to 3 of your own works that you like, and if you’re up to it, explain why. Then tag a few more artists/writers to help everyone self promo and find that excitement in what they do.

I was tagged by @hklnvgl and @semicolonsandsimiles . Thank you so much!

I don’t have a lot of works under my belt – I’m a relatively new player to this writing lark. I literally write stuff I want to read, but can’t find!

1. Adam Parrish was unknowable (4.3k, Mature) – Adam figures out his feelings for Ronan - and his sexuality.

This was my first creative writing piece since 8th Grade English, and it took me about 3 months of obsessing to actually take the plunge from reader to writer. It’s still a very important story for me.

I simply had to map the journey of how Adam figures out his sexual labels during Pynch’s canon deepening ‘friendship’. As someone who overthinks as much as Adam, I know he must’ve done this at some point, regardless of your read of canon.

2. I need to take off your clothes (3.6k, Explicit) – Just how did Adam spend the 8 hr ride back to Harvard from the Barns? Thinking about Ronan, that’s how.

I wanted to explore how CDTH Pynch were handling a long-distance relationship - which can suck big time, especially when you are already a horny, loving, yearning, pining couple.

3. Unguibus et rostro (9.9k, Explicit) – Ronan + Adam + tattoos + Boyd’s can only equal to lots of horny, loving sex.

Plus, I really wanted to write a ‘disaster first time’. Ronan’s POV is always fun to explore, and full of Adam-worship!

Shout out to @shamanda-lie @flowersalad @crostiina (if any of you feel like doing this).

Anyone else who sees this and wants to share, tag me if you do!

#trc #Pynch #Ronan Lynch #Adam Parrish #my fics #asks #mine

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catboynecromancy · 3 years

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WRITER'S SELF-APPRECIATION TAG GAME

RULES: POST YOUR FAVOURITE SENTENCE(S) OR PARAGRAPH(S) OF SOMETHING YOU HAVE WRITTEN, THEN TAG AS MANY WRITER-FRIENDS AS YOU LIKE!

Thank you for tagging me @your-void-senpai !!!! This gives me an excuse to procrastinate writing chapter four lmaaaao

Let's seeeeeee, God. I'm gonna do my favorite part so far in take a piece of me away and also my favorite part in Love Means Nothing in Tennis cause why not?

He doesn’t have a death wish, that’s not it. Instead, Ronan has what he might consider a not-living wish, best described as a burning desire to cease existing entirely, without the hassle of taking matters into his own hands. Normally it’s barely more than the softest whisper in the back of his mind, easily ignored.

So what? Ronan regularly thinks to soothe himself. Everyone feels like this, nobody actually wants to be alive all the time. Anybody who says they do is an idiot or a freak. Possibly both.

And on the rare occasion the feeling becomes too loud for Ronan to withstand, an incessant hum turning into a deafening roar inside his head, he permits himself something unsavory to quiet the noise.

Maybe a weekend of self-indulgence will ease the buzzing before it grows near intolerable again.

aaanndd

A rush of yearning spreads through Adam so abruptly his knees nearly give out beneath him. The sight of Ronan’s exposed waist, tapering but still undeniably powerful, toned, gleaming from perspiration, is almost too much for him.

He wants to touch.

No, he doesn’t.

He wants to drag his nails along the thick, curly trail of dark hair leading down into the material of Ronan’s unbearably lacking sports shorts.

No, he doesn’t.

He wants to lick a strip up his stomach, feel the flesh quiver underneath him, to coil his own fingers around Ronan’s bony hips and hold him down so he’s at Adam’s mercy.

Oh.

I am pretty sure everyone I know has been tagged so! If you see this and want to share, feel free to tag me!

#I have such a hard time considering myself a writer #is that what I am?#idk!#I feel like I am not #but y'know #I guess the second one is Mildly Notsfw #lmao

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missy-hissy · 3 years

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🍂Autumn, Year 4🍂

Caleb was watching Ronan playing with Aoife in the playground. He’d been thinking about children a lot; with Cristina expecting her baby any time soon, it was constantly on his mind. He’d always wanted a family. Seeing the children playing in the playground always made him yearn for a family of his own. “Ronan, play nicely!” Isabella called as she watched out of the corner of her eye. She could see Aoife, one of Emily’s daughters, looking put out and knew Ronan and done something. He wasn’t used to sharing yet and Isabella was hoping these trips to the park would help with that before Caitriona was old enough to play with her brother.

#Sims 4 #ts4 #The Daily Plumbob

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bestillmyslashyheart · 4 years

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we tell no one

It was a knowledge that remained unsaid upon unspoken mutual agreement. They didn’t talk about it and they didn’t talk about why they didn’t talk about it but they both knew it. It was something that was only ever acknowledged in the moment and then promptly ignored thereafter, shadowed until the moment was upon them again.

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Thirty years ago, literally overnight, every person in the world woke up with a name, sometimes more than one, written on their body. In the years that followed, scientists provided no answers as to how they appeared or why. The only things that were known for certain was that the name matched that of a significant person(s) in their life and that it was impossible to remove the mark.

Some flaunted their marks, eager to meet the person who would come to mean so much to them. Others hid it, unwilling to let a mysterious skin blemish dictate their lives. Still others, an increasing portion of the population, in particular the younger generation who had never known life without the marks, didn’t seem to particularly care. For them, there was no real weight to the marks, to the people whose names scarred their skin. If anything, young adults and teenagers seemed to revel in challenging the long held fantasy idea that the names revealed a person’s other half, their soulmate in the strictest sense. Casual dating was on the rise and the market for quick and easy ways to hide a mark was booming.

To the best of her knowledge, Gansey was a part of the first group of people. But then, he had two names, both of which were scrawled across the backs of his hands. It was a difficult location to conceal, it was true, but he could have made an effort and Gansey never did. It was how Blue knew his name before he’d ever introduced himself; her name was splashed across the back of his right hand. Just like his name was inked along the underside of her upper arm.

Conversely, Adam seemed to be a part of the second. It was possible that Adam’s mark was simply conveniently located somewhere that was easily hidden by his clothes but he also never mentioned it. Whenever the subject of soulmarks came up, and they inevitably did no matter how much any of them professed to hate them, Adam shied away from it completely. In the few weeks they made an attempt at dating, Blue had tried to bring it up, just to gauge how he felt, and he’d shut her down cold.

Henry’s were well guarded secrets. He had two, just like Gansey and Blue, but his were on his ribcage, easily hidden unless he wanted someone to see them. Blue had never broached the subject with him but then, he’d never brought it up either.

Ronan professed to hate his, to hate the whole idea of soulmarks and soulmates, but Blue saw the look in his eyes when they talked about it. He was a closet romantic at heart, undoubtedly yearning for the chance to meet his named person, but would absolutely never admit to it.

Blue was the exact opposite of Ronan. On the surface, she loved the idea of the marks, of having someone (or in her case, two someones) out there who you knew were meant for you. On the inside, Blue hated it. She hated the idea that some discoloration of her skin should in any way be able to dictate her life. The only thing that had a say in her life was her. Not her marks.

Which was how Blue found herself here, really. Because she had her marks, and she had the men that went with them, and she even found herself a little in love with both of them, and yet she had the compunction to prove the universe wrong.

Somehow, proving the universe wrong meant scoping out guys at Nino’s with Ronan Lynch. Not that either one of them would admit to it even under pain of death, of course.

The bell of the door rang loudly over the din of the early Friday night crowd and Blue craned her neck to see the newest offering. “Ohh,” she whistled lowly. Ronan waited half a heartbeat before he turned to look.

He hummed in approval. “Mark Andrews,” he offered. “Junior at Aglionby.”

Blue glanced out the window. “Car?”

“Porsche. Yellow.”

She hummed derisively. Ronan had somehow infected her with a slight, slight, appreciation for cars. “Nice. Loses points for the color.”

“Mhmm.”

Blue pushed away from Ronan’s table. “He looks like he could use some help.” She ignored Ronan’s snort and hurried over to seat Mark Andrews. It was really a shame that she had to lead the way.

“And?” She hissed as she passed by Ronan’s table to refill the drinks of the family sitting behind him.

“Not bad. Seen better,” he shrugged. “You weren’t missing out.”

Blue groaned. The problem with being the hostess/waitress was that she never got to see the back view of the attractive customers, she was always stuck looking at their faces and letting them check her out.

It was fifteen minutes of doing her actual job before she had a moment to rejoin Ronan. She arched an eyebrow in question. Ronan sipped his drink and nodded his head at the table to the right of the door. Blue followed the motion to find a guy from her history class. “Alex Waters. Nerd. On the track team.”

“I can tell.” It was a warm day and Alex had clearly come straight from practice without changing, his tiny shorts displaying his long legs and a small red scrawl around his knee. Both Blue and Ronan ignored the ink.

They shared a smirk before blithely ignoring each other in favor of scoping out Alex. Their game, if it were, only worked so long as they refused to acknowledge just what they were doing. Because while Blue and Ronan somehow had the exact same taste in guys, neither one of them wanted to admit to it or do any kind of soul searching to find out just what that said about them. So every now and then, when the others weren’t around, they’d commiserate over the annoyingly attractive guys that populated the world around them. They both had soulmates, Blue had already found hers, but neither one of them cared. Or, they ignored the part where they maybe cared. Possibly a lot.

Adam was meeting them after his shift and Gansey and Henry had gotten sidetracked at Monmouth looking into something Blue didn’t understand so Ronan held their table and Blue stopped by as often as she could to comment on the crowd. They’d made their way through seven guys before the door opened and they both made audible noises of appreciation.

No matter that Blue had her own soulmates who were her friends, no matter that they had tried to date and realized it would never work, the truth was that she found Adam attractive. And sometimes, like when he showed up straight from work a little sweaty and a lot messy with faint oil streaks on his hands and neck, she found him very attractive. It was only occasionally a problem.

The good news, of course, was that it wasn’t just her problem. Ronan and Adam had been coy about what exactly they were to each other ever since the night Gansey died and then didn’t but they were definitely something. And from the sounds Ronan sometimes let out when he saw Adam, he found Adam very attractive a lot more frequently than she did. But it likely wasn’t a problem for him. Not with the way Adam smiled when he saw Ronan looking. He skirted around a child that ran across the room in front of him and slid into the booth next to Ronan. “Hey,” he greeted Ronan warmly.

“Hey.”

Adam turned to her like he’d just now seen her. “Hey, Blue.”

Blue smirked. “Hi. You want water?”

“Please.”

Blue gave them some space while she fetched Adam’s water and tended to her paying customers. By the time she managed to get back to the table Gansey and Henry had arrived and the camaraderie she and Ronan had shared earlier was well and truly dead.

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It was late and the parking lot was dark. Blue wasn’t worried about walking home, the streets never bothered her at night, but hanging around the shadows of Nino’s always creeped her out a little. Especially when there was a dark car loitering in the corner of the lot, two forms crouched around it.

Blue would prefer to avoid it entirely but the car was next to the sidewalk Blue had to take to get home. She could go the other way but it was at least ten minutes longer and she was tired. So with a silent huff, Blue stalked across the asphalt, careful to keep as much space between her and them as possible. Or that’s what she was planning to do before she realized she knew the car and thus the people pressed against it. Because they were, pressed against it that was. What she had mistaken for huddled figures from a distance was up close clearly two men, boys really, locked in an embrace.

Ronan was, by all accounts pretty happily, sandwiched between his car and Adam. His hands were clutching Adam’s head and keeping in place, their lips pressed together. Adam’s hands were more mobile, roaming over Ronan’s body and lifting up his shirt to reveal his bare hip.

Blue meant to keep walking, she did. She had no interest in watching her friends in an intimate moment. But the moment she turned to go, Ronan shifted and his pants slipped down his hips to an indecent degree. With Adam having pushed his shirt up, Blue was suddenly graced with the sight of a sharp hip bone, unnaturally pale skin, and the large black letters of Adam Parrish.

She inhaled sharply and fled.

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She fully intended to go home. That was the idea, given that it was after midnight and she’d gone straight from school to Nino’s. It wasn’t altogether surprising, though, when she ended up outside of Monmouth.

The door wasn’t locked when she pushed it open. “Jane?” Gansey greeted, clearly confused but not upset about it.

Blue walked past where he sat rebuilding his Henrietta and dropped onto his bed in a graceless heap.

“Blue?” Gansey tried again. He had stood up and was now hovering next to the bed. “Is everything alright?”

Blue turned her head so she wasn’t speaking into the pillow. “What do you think about the soulmarks?”

Gansey sat down next to her. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know.” She tried to shrug. When that didn’t work she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve never really put much stock into them, you know? I mean, they’re there, can’t really deny that. But I’ve never really felt that they had to mean something. Like, why should my skin tell me how to feel!” Gansey hummed encouragingly when she paused. “I’ve never actually known anyone who found their marked. I mean, sure everyone knows someone who has, but not anyone I really know, you know?”

“Jane, what is this about?” Gansey asked quietly.

Blue flopped her hands in the air. “I don’t know!” She groaned. “What if they do mean something? What if I’m supposed to, I don’t know, listen to them?” Gansey ran a finger over the Blue Sargent on the back of his hand.

“You think they don’t mean anything?”

“No!” Blue sat up. “Not nothing. Just- not everything? They’re like a guideline or whatever, right? Like the universe’s way of saying, hey this person is gonna be important! Pay attention!” She stuck a hand into her armpit and let the backs of her fingers brush against the Richard Campbell Gansey III they found there. The silence dragged on. “Does it have to be romantic? Does it have to be-”

“It doesn’t have to be anything, Jane,” Gansey told her. “You’re right. It’s just the universe telling us who will be most important to us. What we do with that knowledge is up to us.”

Blue stared down at the Henry Cheng on the back of his left hand. The font matched the Henry Cheng scrawled up her left arm. “I think-” she stopped. “I think I’ve been avoiding it. Because I didn’t want the marks to be right.”

“The marks are never wrong.”

Blue rolled her eyes. “I know that. Everybody knows that. You know what I mean.”

Gansey didn’t say anything at first. Then, “pretend I don’t.”

“I didn’t want to love you, either of you, just because of the marks.”

“And do you?”

Blue shook her head.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” Neither did Blue, really. And maybe that was her problem. She’d spent most of her life railing against her marks and now she found herself at peace with them. It was slightly disconcerting but not necessarily in a bad way.

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Unrequited marks were rare. They existed but they made up less than 1% of the population.

Ronan spent two weeks terrified that he was one of those unfortunate bastards. Adam Parrish, a name he knew better than his own, showed up in his Latin class one day and Ronan just knew he’d found his mate. It was entirely possible, of course, that this Adam Parrish was not the Adam Parrish on his skin but Ronan knew. For two weeks , he analyzed Adam’s every movement, waiting for the sign that Adam had Ronan’s name, that he recognized him.

Adam gave away nothing. It was like Ronan didn’t exist, as a name or as a person.

Then, Gansey decided to befriend Adam. Ronan was torn between wanting to dance with joy at getting to speak to his soulmate and killing Gansey for his interference, however ignorant it may have been, when Adam sat down across from him at lunch. Adam looked up, met his eyes, and in the three seconds that he held Ronan’s gaze, Ronan knew their marks were reciprocated. He also knew, when Adam looked away dismissively, that Adam planned to do absolutely nothing about it.

Which was fine. A lot of people, particularly those his age, tended to ignore the marks. Just because Ronan had waited breathlessly for the chance to meet his mate didn’t mean Adam had. Ronan had to respect that.

Turns out, Ronan was really bad at respecting it. He couldn’t bring himself to start a conversation over it so he started fights about literally everything else. It wasn’t what he wanted but it got Adam to look at him and talk to him so Ronan kept at it.

But somehow, slowly, their fights changed. They yelled less and talked more. Ronan stopped trying to hide when Adam caught him looking. Adam started looking back.

It was progress.

Right up until his world was torn apart and he had nothing left to lose so he kissed Adam. And Adam kissed him back.

It was weeks after that before Adam asked to see the mark. Weeks in which Ronan stopped himself from asking the same question nearly every day. They both knew their marks were there but they’d never once talked about it and Ronan refused to be the one to break the silence.

Adam’s name was scrawled across his hip, low enough and close enough to his groin that it would never be seen accidentally. When he trailed his fingertips across it, gently tracing the thick lines, Ronan felt like he was on fire, Adam’s touch burning in just the right kind of way. When Adam was satisfied, he shoved his own pants down without hesitation. Ronan watched, mystified as his boxers quickly followed.

Ronan had imagined this moment several times over. What he hadn’t anticipated, however, was to completely bypass Adam’s anatomy in favor of staring at the Ronan Lynch that curved around the inner junction of Adam’s thigh and groin.

“No one else gets to see that right?”

Adam glared. “No, I walk around showing it off to everyone I meet.”

Ronan grinned. His fingers were already outstretched, the tips just grazing the R. Adam shuddered above him as he traced his name.

After that, Ronan had to work hard to restrain himself. Now that he knew where Adam’s mark was, his fingers itched to trace the letters at all times. He’d feel worse about it if Adam wasn’t just as bad. Since Ronan’s was slightly more accessible than Adam’s, Adam had taken to sitting close to him and slipping a finger under Ronan’s waistband and stroking the top of the mark under the cover of the table.

It was worse when he did it at Nino’s. Ronan was a poor conversationalist at the best of times but Adam’s fingers down his pants rubbing his mark was not them. He barely spoke a word once Adam got started, unable to do anything other than count the minutes until they could leave. So of course it was just his luck that Gansey and Henry wanted to spend hours regaling them with the mind numbing details of whatever project they were working on this week.

Ronan heard none of it. If Adam had been blocking him from escaping out of the booth he would’ve left hours ago and dragged Adam with him. As it stood, he was at Adam’s mercy.

Finally, after the rest of the restaurant had cleared out, one of Blue’s coworkers literally shooed them from the restaurant and locked the door behind them. Gansey kept talking all the while.

“You coming back to Monmouth?” Gansey asked when he finally took a breath.

“No,” Ronan replied before Adam could say anything. It wasn’t unusual for them to go to Monmouth on the weekends, but right now Ronan would rather kiss Chainsaw than spend another minute with their friends. “We’ll come by tomorrow.”

Henry smirked as Gansey waved goodbye when Ronan pulled Adam across the empty parking lot to where he’d left his car.

When they reached it, Ronan pushed Adam’s back against it. “Why?” He definitely didn’t whine.

Adam shrugged. “Why not?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. Ronan only had a moment to appreciate it before Adam switched their positions and pressed their lips together.

Ronan legitimately lost track of time after that. The only indication that time had passed at all was the cool air hitting his bare torso when Adam lifted his shirt and the way his pants started sagging when Adam unzipped them. He stopped caring once Adam got his whole hand on his mark.

He still had to wait until they got back to the Barns to return the favor.

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“So.” Blue hopped up on the kitchen island, a gleam in her eye.

Ronan glared at her. Nothing good ever came from that look or that tone. He grunted.

“You and Adam.”

“What about us?” Ronan turned to face the sink, his back to Blue. He and Adam still hadn’t quite had the discussion about what they were and they definitely hadn’t talked about it with anyone else yet but their friends weren’t stupid. He was surprised it had taken this long for one of them to say something.

“Hey,” Blue said softly. She kicked at him until he turned around. “I’m happy for you.”

Ronan raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”

She smiled and kicked out again, this time her foot brushed his hip just to the right of his mark. “Happily ever after?”

Ronan scowled. Blue grinned. “We’re working on it.” He poked at her arms. “How about you?”

“We’re working on it.”

Ronan huffed and turned back to the sink, silently ending the discussion.

“So.” Ronan groaned out loud. “Tyler Blackburn. Thoughts?”

Ronan peered over his shoulder at her. “Yes.”

“Yes,” Blue agreed. They nodded solemnly at each other before Blue glanced down the hall at the empty living room. “Do we have time for some Pretty Little Liars before Adam gets here?”

Ronan checked his watch before drying his hands. “Yes.”

On Ao3

#pynch #trc #the raven cycle #pynch fic #trc fic #my fic

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archadianskies · 4 years

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slivers and shards

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@dbhrarepairs Wednesday Day 3: Soulmates / Glitch; post-revolution Connor/Daniel

When he’s brought back from the dead, there’s something wrong something off something not quite right; there’s a glitch in his system. There’s a critical oversight buried under the relief of waking up again and shoved to the furthest recesses of his mind.

His name is Connor, the Deviant Hunter turned deviant saviour who asked personally for his reactivation and release. The world has changed so drastically in the last three months and he is old news, forgotten dust left in the wake of a revolution and trodden underfoot.

The Sentient Life Act passed on December 1 means all crimes committed by and against androids are pardoned and society begins anew. By the grace of the Jericho Four he is granted a new life. Why and for what purpose he doesn’t know.

“That android you met on the rooftop, that wasn’t me.” Connor tells him on the morning of his reactivation, face earnest. “That was CyberLife. I would like a chance to start over with you, Daniel. You don’t even have to be Daniel if you don’t want. We can choose for ourselves now.”

“I want to be Daniel.” The words tumble out of his mouth and he clutches his name like a rope to a drowning man. “She gave me my name. I want to keep it.” It’s all he has of her now, and it’s all he knows.

>Add family?: Y/N

>>N

“Okay Daniel.” Connor’s smile is gentle and pitying and he hates it. He hates that he doesn’t really hate it. It’s just a glitch, that infuriating glitch in his head that makes him yearn to belong.

It must be some sick experiment run by CyberLife, sending their negotiator to greet him with smiles and encouragements and expecting him to yield. And yield he does, because the glitch in his system means he hangs onto every scrap of kindness, every tidbit of praise like the good little PL600 he is.

Connor has family, something Daniel thought he once had. He has a human father, an android brother, and a dog. He belongs to them and they belong to him, and the circle is complete and Daniel looks at it from the outside wishing he were in.

There is no family to be found at Jericho, not when others despise him for so suddenly shining a light on deviancy. The light had certainly not been flattering.

“This is Simon, the original founder of Jericho and one of the Jericho Four.” Connor introduces them one day and Daniel looks back at his own face though Simon looks infinitely more exhausted.

“A brother, Connor?” Simon’s smile is tired but genuine as he clasps Daniel’s hands. “You’ve brought me a brother.”

There are eighteen other PL600s in Jericho, excluding Simon himself and Simon’s lips quirk briefly when he declares that he now will even out the number to a nice rounded twenty. That’s all the PL600s left in Detroit city. Twenty.

Their line is obsolete, weak, slow, not worth saving and after Daniel’s stint on television though there was no official recall apparently waves and waves were returned and destroyed. He is responsible for the death of their brothers. Just another critical error stacked atop the glitches that make up his mind.

Simon sees the weariness on his face, a face like his own, and takes him home away from the open hostility at Jericho. Daniel meets Markus Manfred, the leader of the revolution; one of a kind Kamski masterpiece, and adopted by a human father and human brother.

Here too, Daniel is on the outside looking in. Simon is kind and lovely and patient and all the things Daniel doesn’t deserve, and for all his kindness and loveliness and patience Daniel does not belong here.

>Add family?: Y/N

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“What will you do with your new life?” Connor asks one day, and they are walking through the rain sharing an umbrella wandering aimlessly through Hart Plaza for the sake of aimless wandering.

“I don’t know.” Daniel answers. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to know.” Connor’s smile is sheepish and apologetic. “I guess it’s penance owed.”

“You put Emma’s life above mine. You did the right thing, you made the right call.” Daniel sighs and he is too tired for this. “You owe me nothing, Connor.”

“Perhaps.” Connor nods. “But I want to help. We’re allowed that now, Daniel. We can want things.”

“I don’t know what I want.” He does know, though. He wants his old life back. He wants to hold Emma’s hand when they cross the road. He wants to help her with her homework. He wants to bake her favourite cookies and sneak her an extra one before dinnertime. He wants to read her bedtime stories and tuck her in and kiss her brow goodnight. He wants to be needed and loved and he can’t have that ever again. Glitchy androids aren’t useful to anyone.

Family: Emma Phillips

>Remove family?: Y/N

>>Y

Family: None

“Daniel…” Connor’s voice is soft with concern, his touch softer as he rests his other hand on his arm.

“I don’t want to be alive. That’s what I want.” He hisses through gritted teeth, and the tears slip down his cheeks and he’s furious and frustrated. “I can’t stand to be awake in a world that makes no sense to me. You drag me out here and talk about new life and second chances and wanting, and all I want is the darkness you put me into in the first place.”

“No.” Connor shakes his head. “That’s not what you want.”

He wants to scream, he wants to shout that Connor couldn’t possibly know a single thing about him, that what he wants is for all this to go away and yet all he does is stand there and cry. Slowly, as if afraid to startle him, Connor steps close and wraps his arms around him and Daniel cries and cries and cries.

“It’s alright,” Connor murmurs, squeezing him close. “We can figure it out together.”

He finds new purpose in a small bakery in Greektown, a place called Essie’s. He bakes Emma’s favourite cookies and the baker Mrs Esselthorpe, an ageing woman with kind eyes and gnarled hands, finds they are her favourite too.

There’s no need to interact with humans or androids who would recognise him since he stays out the back by the ovens. The way the dough forms and rises and bakes fills him with a sense of accomplishment and pride and the empty trays are congratulations on a job well done. He bakes cookies and croissants and finds fulfilment in the steady routine.

They are...peace offerings, in a way; paper bags warmed by freshly baked cookies and given with the hopes they will enjoy his creations and by extension his company. Leo declares his undying love for them through a mouthful of his fifth cookie, spraying crumbs everywhere as Simon sighs indulgently and North snorts through a laugh as Josh hands him a napkin. Carl dips one into his afternoon tea and eats it slowly, complimenting him on the use of spice within the dough.

“You and Simon make the most delicious cookies. Must run in the family.” Carl winks, and he quickly turns his head so his red LED can’t be seen and commented upon. Family . There’s that word again.

He bakes two sets of cookies next, one for human consumption and the other for canine consumption. Hank gives a surprised, amused laugh as they watch Sumo enthusiastically tuck into the dog biscuits. He fixes Daniel a curious look.

“Anyone invent a way for you boys to eat these too? Seems a shame you can’t enjoy them.” He dunks the cookie into a glass of milk and chews thoughtfully, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the taste. “Can’t remember the last time I ate a freshly baked cookie.”

“We can consume a small amount to analyse the composition of ingredients.” Ronan informs him, picking up a cookie and sniffing it. “Domestic androids have taste receptors too, used for adjusting foods to their family’s liking.”

Connor plucks the cookie from his brother’s hand and nibbles on it, LED swirling yellow.

“Well Daniel, perhaps next time use less vanilla, and add hazelnuts along with the milk chocolate chips.” He shoots his father a grin. “One of Hank’s weaknesses is Nutella.”

Two months into 2039, and six months after that fated night on the rooftop of the Phillips home the world continues to turn and life continues ever onward. Progress is slow for the Jericho Four but progress is progress and they certainly have more rights now than they ever did before.

Still, there’s a question unanswered: What use is a PL600 with no family to care for? It’s the question that’s plagued his mind ever since reactivation but he realises he’s been approaching it wrong this whole time.

He’s not sure how or why it happens, but slowly, ever so slowly, the urge to return to the darkness ebbs away. It’s small moments, slivers and shards that he gathers in his palms and holds them close. The way Simon treats him like a brother, taking all his sins astride and never breaking step as if they’ve been family all along.

The way Leo Manfred is all black scathing humor much like North, and how those two refuse to let him wallow in the storms of his mind when he could be poking fun at the dark clouds instead.

The way Connor’s brother Ronan meets his snark and scowls with an unflinching expression and witty deadpan delivery. The way Hank always eats his baking leftovers.

The way Mrs Esselthorpe holds his hands and squeezes them at the end of the day before she shuffles off home. The way Connor drops by to buy cookies for the precinct with the money he now legally earns.

The way Connor always asks how he’s doing and seems to genuinely care about the answer. The way Connor waits for him some evenings after work so he can walk him back to his shoebox of a home. The way their hands find each other on one such evening walk home, and Connor’s usual charming puppylike smile is almost shy and hopeful and all the things Daniel doesn’t deserve but wants and yearns for. The way Connor presses his lips to his and it’s a blessing, it’s validation, it’s confirmation the glitch isn’t a glitch at all.

He may not be a part of the Phillips family anymore, and perhaps he never was, but this is his family now.

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Favourite Films from 2019

1. Portrait of a Lady On Fire Directed by Céline Sciamma

A gorgeous, gripping, and emotional vision enough to reduce me to tears. Portrait of a Lady on Fire is so may things all at once, it’s hard to pin it down. It seems on paper to be a romance, but as you get into it, the atmospheric tension conveys a sense of gothic horror. It leaves you uneasy but also enraptured, yearning but also soothed. A movie about art, love, depression and self-actualization that manages to blend them all seamlessly and elegantly. The cinematography, editing, performances, production design are all incredible, coming together under Sciamma’s hand to create a masterpiece of cinema. AND. That final scene is an absolute thrill ride.

2. Jojo Rabbit Directed by Taika Waititi

Taika Waititi might just be the best writer/director working today, and this is evident in everything he does, from the MCU to The Mandalorian to Jojo Rabbit. He demonstrates so well how he can work under a major studio and direct a blockbuster, but also direct a film that is so personal and meaningful. And the most incredible thing about Jojo Rabbit is that it isn’t some small indie film he made for himself. It’s a movie for everyone, under a major studio, for a wide audience. This is so integral to the message of this film. It’s one that everyone should be able to watch and yes, enjoy and laugh at, but also feel uncomfortable, emotional and cripplingly saddened by. It’s the most important movie he has made, one that we should all be grateful for.

3. Parasite Directed by Bong Joon-Ho

The movie that finally gave Bong Joon-Ho wider attention, and rightfully so. His usual themes of social class and the degradation of civility are portrayed so effectively and empathetically in Parasite. Instead of the insane atmospheres of his earlier genre films, Parasite is about such a mundane situation that is put on a slow burner, simmering and bubbling to a chaotic crescendo. The emotional journey of watching this film in cinemas was incredibly rewarding, as I laughed alongside an audience- at first in good humour, then uncomfortably, and then silenced with baited breath, gripped with tension, shock and horror.

4. Extra Ordinary Directed by Mike Ahern and Enda Loughman

Totally and unfairly flying under the radar, Extra Ordinary was the funniest movie I saw last year. The multiple hilarious references to classic horror films, the self-mocking use of genre tropes, and one brilliant performance from Will Forte had me in stitches the whole time. At its heart, its a simple emotional story, enough to be not just funny, but also undoubtedly charming.

5. The Last Black Man in San Francisco Directed by Joe Talbot

Its incredible that in Joe Talbot’s directorial debut, he crafted a film so singularly artistic. Jimmie Fails’ story is one that is so beautifully poetic, and the film plays out like dream. It’s a story that is culturally relevant, undoubtedly, but also innately emotional and moving. Themes of race, masculinity, art and architecture are woven together cohesively in this exquisite film.

6. Booksmart Directed by Olivia Wilde

Speaking of impressive directorial debuts. Olivia Wilde breathes new life into raunchy coming of age tales with Booksmart. While this film has consistently been compared to Superbad, it should be clear that it is infinitely better than it. Booksmart is not simply a lewd comedy, but one with a strong understanding of it’s heart. It convinces us an audience to buy into the lead characters, root for them, relate to them, and yes laugh at and with them.

7. Avengers: Endgame Directed by Anthony and Joe Russo

It cannot be understated just how monumental this film is. Kevin Feige and the team at Marvel Studios have achieved an impossible goal, and in only ten years. They have brought superheros out of the fringes of pop culture and made them immediately relevant and alluring. Avengers Endgame is an incredible celebration of the MCU, with moments of fan service that at times might seem pandering, but mostly tasteful and joyous. Endgame’s references to the past are filled with a self-aware sense of humour, and respect for its humble beginnings. Marvel forever changed theatre-going experiences to not just watching a movie, but sharing in a cultural event. And Endgame is a touchstone in cinema history. A shared experience amongst fans. And while it might not be proper to call it art, maybe it doesn’t need to be, because it stands apart nevertheless.

8. Toy Story 4 Directed by Josh Cooley

I really liked it okay? On paper, this movie seemed like a bad idea, as Toy Story 3 was so incredible and I couldn’t imagine a better ending. But as I got into Toy Story 4, I see it’s importance to the story. It truly delves into the minds of these characters, and questions what happiness means to them. Tom Hanks brought to life a piece of my childhood (and indeed many childhoods like mine), and this film allows us to see Woody off to his cathartic destiny.

9. Rocketman Directed by Dexter Fletcher

Unexpectedly brilliant, Rocketman sets itself apart from most formulaic biopics. It leans into the fantasy of Elton John’s music, and carries us trancelike through his life. Taron Egerton’s powerhouse performance fills in the nuances of Elton’s emotions. In the most gregarious bits of showmanship, to the darkest pits of despair, Egerton ensures that we empathize with, relate to, and celebrate the life of Sir Elton.

10. Little Women Directed by Greta Gerwig

Following the success of Lady Bord, Little Women is a daring choice for a second film. But Greta Gerwig proves that her prowess as a director has only gotten sharper. Her adaptation feels immediately compatible, honing in on the heart of the novel, and concisely translating it to a film that is funny, charming, and moving. Gerwig once again brings out the very best in Saoirse Ronan- her Jo March is equally headstrong and gentle, and every bit the iconic character that has been celebrated for decades. Timothee Chalamet really rocks it too.

Honorable Mentions:

Blinded by the Light (Directed by Gurinder Chadha), Knives Out (Directed by Rian Johnson), Dolemite is My Name (Directed by Craig Brewer), John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (Directed by Chad Stahelski), The Lighthouse (Directed by Robert Eggers), The Irishman (Directed by Martin Scorsese), Ford v. Ferrari (Directed by James Mangold)

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