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mooodboard 4 band-au summer wip, in which ronan and adam reunite after years apart, but adam is "just adam" and ronan is a world famous guitarist.

s/o leonard cohen's entire discography (particularly coming back to you...)

p.s. there will be a jordeclan shotgun wedding

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jeopardy clue about owen glendower tonight. have never felt more alive

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marlboro man & his straight-toothed pipe dream

— pynch playlist

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and what if I told you these lyrics from boyish by japanese breakfast were basically ronan in that infamous nino’s scene… what then?

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RONAN LYNCH — the bull-headed boy, the two-headed calf

call down the hawk - maggie stiefvater / minotaur, bronze sculpture (1990) — pedro requejo novoa / the minotaur (painting) - wikipedia excerpt / the minotaur, oil on canvas (1885) -  george frederic watts / the elektra complex — joan tierney / call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater / frankenstein — mary shelley / greywarren — maggie stiefvater / house of asterion — jorge luis borges / the dream thieves — maggie stiefvater / labyrinthus hic habitat minotaurus [fig.32. - graffito at pompeii. (museo borbonico.)] — mazes and labyrinths: a general account of their history and developments / call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater / house of asterion — jorge luis borges / greywaren — maggie stiefvater / the two-headed calf — laura gilpin / greywaren — maggie stiefvater 

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rip ronan lynch, you would've loved ethel cain

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son of the absconded hot rod angel ⋮ ⌗ ┆by h0ndayot4

a.k.a the 70s art crime psychosexual road trip story that only exists in my head

ronan lynch/adam parrish, declan lynch/jordan hennessey| E | 2.1k | 1/?

The thing about— 1. THE PAST: it bites. deep. never clean. 2. THE FUTURE: it devours. leaves nothing but bone. 3. BROTHERS: they cut, and the scars never fade. 4. LOVE: it starves, no matter how you feed it. 5. THE DEAD: they claw their way back. or: it's 1975. adam parrish won’t stop digging. ronan lynch is a martyr in the making. a dead man rots in the rearview.

📑: playlist | pinterest | recommended media (boxd.it)

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when he saw the spacious longing in Declan’s face, he realized how much Declan had missed by growing up neither dreamer nor dreamt. This had never been his home. The lynches had never tried to make it Declan’s home.

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firm believer that adam parrish should be getting his undergrad in architecture. not because I’m doing it myself, but because architects are unhinged, freaky little creatures obsessed with precision and control. perfectly in line with his whole deal.

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rip joseph kavinsky you would've loved party 4 u

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sally rooney wrote intermezzo for the girls who adore the lynch brothers. god’s greatest gift to mankind was irish brothers who have complicated relationships with each other, god, and their fathers (a.k.a. god again)! hallelujah and rejoice!!

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this might just be the lynch brothers

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the myth of niall & marie mór

(a.k.a the pre and post niallmórcringefailmarriage playlist of my dreams...)

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thinking about mór ó corra—how, before she was mór, she had the same name as the virgin mary. and how, one fateful day in the middle of nowhere, virginia, she brought a literal god into the world. there's something in that.

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an excerpt from my pynch meet-ugly christmas wip that will probably never see the light of day...

Adam Parrish hated Christmas. 

Not in a petty, performative way—he had no grand principles against the holiday. His distaste was discreet: an accumulation of small dissatisfactions, sharpened by a stubborn refusal to engage in sentimentality. Christmas, he felt, was for other people—tradition-bound families, gift-laden couples, predictable colleagues with ribbon-tied gestures of goodwill.

For years, he’d avoided the holiday altogether—cramming extra shifts to deliberately “forget” the date. It had become something of a game, finding new ways for Christmas to slip by, unremarkable and unnoticed. But with the firm closed for the week, there was nothing left to distract him. Nothing that is, except Declan Lynch’s unexpected invitation. 

Though Declan hadn’t exactly invited Adam; it had been more of a throwaway suggestion, the sort of thing you say when you’re not quite sure whether you actually want someone to say yes. But Adam had, and now, here they were.

Driving through the middle of nowhere, Virginia, 143 miles south of downtown D.C.

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John Singer Sargent (1856-1925, American) ~ Study of a Seated Man, 1895

[Source: nga.gov]

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christmas break means brainstorming for the meet-ugly pynch fic of my dreams. declan invites his coworker, adam, to stay at the barns for christmas, and ronan? ronan is so furious that a stranger is in the house, so he's directing all his anger at adam—but adam isn't having any of it. it's messy, it's chaotic, but it's also overflowing with grief, and love, and so much tension. and in the end? it's a damn christmas miracle: everything's good