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                                     “ THAT, ” he replies in the same tone with a look over at him from where he’s been reading up on the properties of…things. things specifically of the vampire kind. he can’t be the first daylighter, right ? tilting his head he pulls the book off the desk closing it and tucking it into his bag before adam can see what it is. “is because it wasn’t. either way, here it is.” and he opens the book. “page number?”

                -                   ‘      327.      ‘       THE  NUMBER  IS  RECITED  with  e a s e ,  voice  lacking  in  intention  as  he  OFFERS  an  errant  hum.  for  his  part,  he  only  gives  a  CURSORY  glance  over  his  open  book,  eyes  trailing  to  where  the  OTHER  has  just  disappeared.      ‘      so  what  WAS  that,  then  ?      ‘

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sunbruise replied to your post “sunbruise replied to your post:                                    SO…...”

tht color scheme tho holy shi t // be sure 2 rest in between friend !!

omg im g lad u think so bc i l ike ??? am forcing myself 2 use color bc i normally d ont so i need to learn how 2 do nice colorings that aren’t just dull or pale. bUT Y E !!! && also !!! i hope ur feeling good 2 friend and taking care of urself ok and i hope something rly awesome happens 2 u

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me: starts thinking abt writing my prospectus also me: hah hah what thesis what nope in not graduating nuh uh that’s work

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sunbruise replied to your post:                                    SO…  NEW...

looks stunning!!

thank you !!! <3 <3 <3

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what  an  impossible  &&  miraculous  &&  HIDEOUS  thing  this  was.  an  UGLY  plan  hatched  by  an  UGLY  boy  now  dreamt  into  UGLY  life.  from  DREAM  to  REALITY.  how  a p p r o p r i a t e  it  was  that  ADAM  PARRISH,  when  given  the  power,  manifested  a  filthy  string  of  PERVERSE  murders.  for  in  adam’s  HEAD,  everything  is  always  so  tangled.                                                                                     he is such a D A M A G E D thing.

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                      he hadn’t meant for the dream to turn into a nightmare. he hadn’t had one in so long, but he hadn’t forgotten what it felt like. could never forget how to survive the beasts. there’s blood on his hands, he probably should have washed them off, but he’s almost back home now so it’s not like he can change it; the dread in him only increases when he sees Adam’s car in the drive. “fuck.” picking up his pace he pushes into the kitchen, glancing around quickly before then making his way to the sink, yanking it on and scrubbing. “Adam?” he calls, wondering where the other is right now.

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                                      HE’D  ONLY  JUST  GIVEN  into  sleep,  into  that  BONE  DEEP  exhaustion  which  plagues  him  with  each  breath  he  takes,  when  ronan  OPENS  the  door  &&  enters  the  barns.  it’s  his  name  which  rouses  him,  sends  him  STUMBLING  out  of  his  chair,  arms  braced  over  his  SMALLER  form  out  of  ingrained  reflex  &&  a  sense  of  preservation  more  than  anything  else.  it  takes  a  MOMENT  to  realize  where  he  is,  whose  voice  it  was  that  called  OUT,  that  he  is  safe.      ‘      RO ?      ‘      he  follows  the  sound  of  his  OWN  name,  the  sound  of  running  water  &&  scrubbing,  as  he  makes  his  way  into  the  kitchen.  eyes  WIDEN,  recognizing  blood,  the  act  of  CLEANING  it  from  one’s  skin,  with  all  together  TOO  MUCH  familiarity  to  be  comforted  with.      ‘      what  HAPPENED  ?      ‘

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                                       precautions that must be taken to quell the knots of his stomach cause the dreamer more pain than he conveys in his features. the fact of it is that it doesn’t matter if adam is possessed or not, ronan could never bring harm to him. it is more out of the idea that he may die here, and would like to be prepared. there’s a small nod as he speaks, assuring him that is him, because ronan knows him anywhere. knows that look, knows him simply by presence alone. this is, in fact, his adam; the boy he’s memorized all of, but mostly his hands, the boy he loves without hesitation. while he is sure there is plenty that adam has to say on many matters, that isn’t what ronan wants to focus on right now. he speaks with his body, with his actions, and that kiss has said everything he has ever needed to when it comes to adam, as has the hand cream, sharing the barns with him; so many things he has given to adam to say I love you without those words uttered yet. so when it is requested that he gives himself he can’t help the smile that curls at his lips, slightly twisted from the world’s damage, but still genuine. “you have me, adam,” a dangerous promise from this war of a boy, but the truth nonetheless.

                                    BRED  IN  DIRT,  YET  HE  falls  with  g r a c e ,  lying  soft  alongside  his  DREAMER  as  his  face  tilts  up,  lips  GRAZING  the  curve  of  his  jaw.  there  are  so  many  WORDS  which  have  yet  to  be  spoken,  which  ought  to  be  PASSED  between  them,  but  for  the  MOMENT,  he  keeps  silent.  instead,  he  lets  himself  learn.  he  TEACHES  himself  what  it  is  to  be  soft  after  so  long  h a r d e n i n g  his  heart.  in  ronan’s  arms,  he  feels  the  FREEDOM  to  do  this.  a  slow  nod  tilts  at  his  head,  TUCKING  his  face  into  the  curve  of  beloved  NECK,  enjoying  the  gentleness  to  the  action.  it’s  a  contrast,  now,  to  what  has  transpired  not  so  long  ago.  he  takes  it  in  stride,  arms  DRAPING  around  ronan’s  waist,  drawing  him  NEARER  to  him  as  a  hum  falls.      ‘      this  is  NICE.      ‘

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                                    SO...  NEW  THEME  ?

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                                      DO  I  DO  DRAFTS  OR  do  i  ACTUALLY  try  to  make  a  theme  i  like.

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do i need to adopt u too

                                    PLS  ADOPT  me,  angel  dad.

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what  an  impossible  &&  miraculous  &&  HIDEOUS  thing  this  was.  an  UGLY  plan  hatched  by  an  UGLY  boy  now  dreamt  into  UGLY  life.  from  DREAM  to  REALITY.  how  a p p r o p r i a t e  it  was  that  ADAM  PARRISH,  when  given  the  power,  manifested  a  filthy  string  of  PERVERSE  murders.  for  in  adam’s  HEAD,  everything  is  always  so  tangled.                                                                                     he is such a D A M A G E D thing.

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I'm new to the TRC fandom and I would love some TRC blog suggestions? Thank you!!!!

                                      HI  THERE  ! ADMITTEDLY,  I  just  r e j o i n e d  &&  remade  this  blog,  so  there  could  VERY  WELL  be  some  hiding  that  i  don’t  know  about.  it’s  a  really  SMALL  fandom,  but  i  can  definitely  say  it’s  full  of  some  GREAT  people  ! 

first,  shout  out  to  @reveriemade.  literally  the  ONLY  ronan  i’ll  ever  need.  ollie’s  characterization  is  so  spot  on,  i  really  MISSED  it  when  their  old  blog  went  dead  for  a  bit,  &&  i’m  so  HAPPY  to  see  their  ronan  again.  plus,  i  mean,  ollie  &&  i  come  as  a  set.  our  urls  are  legit  one  letter  apart,  so  there’s  THAT. 

there  used  to  be  a  few  BLUE  SARGENTS  around,  but  at  the  moment,  the  only  one  i  know  of  is  @cyffredin.  the  same  with  noah,  tbh.  there  used  to  be  a  TON,  but  right  now  i  think  @wasdying‘s  noah  is  the  only  one  i  know  of  /  follow. 

all  my  love  to  @chosemore,  who’s  an  absolute  babe  &&  a  phenomenal  henry.  listen,  i  love  henry  so  much  so  i  was  SO  HAPPY  when  i  first  saw  them  around. 

also  there’s  @praesidens,  who  writes  a  GANSEY.  i’ve  only  just  started  talking  to  them,  but  HONESTLY  the  mun’s  so  sweet  &&  cares  so  much  about  the  characters,  it’s  really  AMAZING. 

sadly,  there  are  not  yet  any  robobees.

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send ‘amortentia’ for what smells my muse associates with yours.

            the magician, with endless devotion : adam, oh, adam smells like love WITHHELD, like an ungraspable light at the end of a dark tunnel.  he smells like bitterness fermented in a jar for decades, tangy and sharp, yet faint with dust.  adam smells of dreariness and bone-etched exhaustion,  and he smells of DETERMINATION, unrelenting and ceaseless.  he smells of two-day old black coffee, an empty coffee crisp wrapper and burnt breakfast, of bleakness and the cold result of willful independence : loneliness.  he smells of gasoline and stale afternoon sweat and grease. spending hours in a garage, under a car or buried beneath the hood of the engine.  silken and intense petroleum, like the deep earth and crude oils.  burning your nose and eyes, making you lightheaded and warm and misty.  he smells of dampened wood and rushing rivers, a byproduct of cabeswater.  he smells of the impossible and fidelity to the impossible and magical.  he smells of pinetrees and honeysuckle berries and clay mud.  woodcarvings and heavy cedar, musky and undeniably nature and the forest.  and he smells of the metallic iron of blood and scentless black-purple bruises, and someone unbroken. 

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                                             is he awake…the question should feel out of place, because he hasn’t slept in days it feels. not since he had to fight for his life, not since making sure matthew was alive after. it’s been days and he isn’t sure if he’s been anything but awake. he glances over at the boy who stands in the door, making himself sit up finally as his response to if he’s awake or not. it’s easier to show what he means by using his body, he’s found, than actual words. his hand snakes out, wrapping around his wrist and pulling him down to bed with him, hand dancing over his face, strong thumbs brushing under the eyes of his lover; he must make sure that the demon isn’t still within him. yes, he knows that they defeated it, but the fear remains deeply rooted within him.  he doesn’t speak before leaning in to kiss him slowly, to memorize Adam once more, despite already having done so so many times. when he sits back he focuses on the hands he has come to love so dearly before looking at him once more. “what do you want?” while for anyone else the words would be a threat they are a true question for Adam, what does he need? what does he want? ronan would give him the world if he asked.

                                    THERE  IS  A  SADNESS  which  l i n g e r s  at  the  corners  of  his  eyes,  even  as  he  yields  himself  to  ronan’s  touch,  allows  his  BODY  to  fall,  will  felled  against  the  promise  of  r e p r i e v e  against  the  dreamer’s  chest.  it  LINGERS,  hidden  poison  at  the  edges  of  his  g a z e ,  as  he  feels  strong  hands  over  his  skin,  f i n g e r s  tracing  his  face.  it  hurts,  to  know  WHY  such  examination  comes,  to  know  it’s  not  soft  affection,  but  PRECAUTION  which  brings  such  gentle  caress  to  his  flesh.     ‘     it’s  me,  ronan.  it’s  all  ME  now.      ‘      how  SURE  of  that  statement  he  can  be  has  yet  to  be  discovered,  whether  CABESWATER  in  GANSEY  means  its  sacrifice  is  free,  or  whether  he  is  still  BOUND  to  it.  but  regardless,  the  demon  is  gone.  regardless,  he  is  HIMSELF  at  last.  so  now  it’s  HIM  who  brings  a  shrug  to  his  own  shoulders,  TILTING  in  the  dying  light.  there’s  so  much  he  knows  is  needed,  CONVERSATIONS  to  be  had,  but  that  is  not  what  was  asked  of  him.  RONAN  asked  what  it  is  he  WANTS,  &&  he  owes  him  the  t r u t h .      ‘      Y O U .      ‘

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             YOU ATE MY MILK PUDDING… WHAT THE FUCK !!     ( credit. )

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               he’s in the middle of grooming the goat when he feels adam join him, would know Adam anywhere, sight or not. when he turns he is greeted with lips to lips and the smile curls over his face quickly. “you came home for the weekend?”

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        And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a s m i l e made for war.

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