#Adam so: >:c

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[persdoodles8]

The morning after

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Chugs & puppy part 1

Part 2 & 3

[lizpaige]

i love ur ficlets!! for a prompt: adam arrives home exhausted after the work trip from hell and ronan gives him some TLC. thanks 💕

thanks for the prompt, anon! hope you like this one, too! ❤️

After a four hour flight delay and a miserable trip for work that was, in the end, just a waste of time, Adam was home.

Their townhouse in DC was barely lived in. They both traveled so much that they barely got to utilize the space for more than a day or two consecutively. It only bothered Adam when he was home and realized they were missing something basic - hand towels in the bathroom or extra sheets in the bedroom - but quickly forgot about it when they were away again.

Opening the front door, the whole place felt lonely and cold. He toed off his shoes, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, dropped his messenger bag next to his carry-on luggage, and pulled off his suit jacket. He threw himself on the couch, scrolling through his phone to find somewhere to order food, knowing they had nothing in, when the doorbell rang.

When he answered it, a delivery guy with a paper bag monogrammed with the restaurant name of his favorite Italian place was there.

“I didn’t order anything,” Adam stammered.

“Uh, are you Adam Parrish?” The man read his name off the receipt. “Definitely yours then. Already paid for. Thanks for the tip.” He shoved it into Adam’s arms and walked away.

Adam stood there for a moment dumbfounded before his pocket buzzed with an incoming text from Ronan: bon appetit bitch x

Adam had asked Ronan where he was in the states, hoping he was close by so he wouldn’t have to spend his weekend off alone, but Ronan was with his brothers in Boston so Adam didn’t ask. He didn’t really tell him much about the horrible work trip either, just sort of dodged the question with a lot of sighs and nonanswers.

But Ronan knew him.

An hour after he settled in for the night, after a shower, after demolishing his penne alla vodka, getting into Ronan’s sweats, and collapsing on the couch with a mindless nature documentary to fall asleep to, the front door opened.

And then a loud commotion as the intruder tripped over all of Adam’s belongings he had dumped there at the front door. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Ronan?” Adam jolted off the couch and scrambled to the door. His luggage was on its side and so was Ronan. He helped him up and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck and breathed him in, all the tension he’d been carrying for the last month on his ongoing work trip was released.

Ronan laughed, running a soothing hand down his back. “Hey there.”

Adam just groaned and Ronan pressed a kiss to his neck and held him, for as long as he needed, which was apparently a long time.

“That bad, huh?” He said after a while and Adam started to lean all his weight against him. Ronan laughed again. “Can you make it to the couch or are you dead?”

“Not sure,” Adam grumbled into his shoulder. Ronan huffed another laugh and picked Adam up, holding him close against his chest as he brought them to the couch. Selfishly Adam liked this and he knew Ronan liked to show off so it was a win-win.

When they made it to the couch, Adam pulled Ronan down on top of him, hand resting at the base of his skull, pulling him in for a kiss. He lost count of how many days they spent apart this time, but he knew it was too many.

“You’re here,” Adam said eventually when their lungs needed a break.

Ronan hummed in reply and rested his head against Adam’s shoulder, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. Adam let his other hand run along Ronan’s temple, down his cheek, his jaw, along his ear, down his neck. He closed his eyes, both feeling better by Ronan’s proximity and also guilty that he pulled him away from whatever.

Seemingly able to read his mind, Ronan said, “you know, you can just ask me to come home. Or shit, I could, like, meet you somewhere.”

“Hm?”

“You know what I fucking mean,” Ronan punched his side. “You had a shitty month of some yuppie government bullshit, but like… I can drop whatever, hop on a flight, come see you.”

“I don’t know if you have clearance to—”

“I’ll sign whatever NDA you need me to. Fuck knows I don’t understand half the shit you talk about anyway.” Ronan pulled their joined hands to his lips. “Or I see you for a night or something. Doesn’t have to be long if you’re busy.”

This was still difficult for Adam to do. To ask for things he knew Ronan was ready and willing to give. And while sometimes Ronan had a freaky way of reading his mind, it wasn’t always and Adam should be able to ask for what he needs.

“I know you wanted me to come home this weekend, but enough with dropping hints.” Ronan turned his head and kissed his sternum, then up to his lips. “Just ask me.”

Adam pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep, a promise that words couldn’t adequately express, some gratitude for Ronan coming anyway even though Adam hadn’t asked. Adam had only been working this job for a year and while he was still fiercely independent, sometimes he just wanted to see Ronan. They were still figuring out the distance.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, pulling back. “Or we could meet halfway? If you’re busy and—”

“Sure, Parrish,” Ronan kissed him again and then got up. He outstretched a hand to Adam on the couch expectantly. “Come on, we’re going to bed.”

[yarrowleef-babbles]

been hearing rumors that the "i'm always straight" lines may have been cut from the GN and IF that is true, I expect everyone will be super mad about that--and ngl i'd mourn the loss of it too because it has become iconic to me

But. i can't believe i'm playing devils advocate for this, BUT it is not entirely unreasonable for an adaptation of this work to decide it does not want to reference Ronan's sexuality yet......coming to terms with his sexuality is (one) part of his arc in the 2nd book. Adam Parrish being ~the 2nd secret he doesn't want to admit to himself~ , Ronan's catholic guilt homoerotic nightmares and the like, all characterize his sexuality as something he might vaguely be aware of but seriously struggles to openly admit. I don't think he even uses the word gay or any other word to describe himself in the whole series? (unless I'm forgetting something?)

So, idk, it's not unreasonable to want the (hypothetical) audience to also not be aware of it until Ronan is forced to directly grapple with his identity next book.

i think this is one of those things that has become very dear to the fandom over time, but if i look at it objectively without my feelings, i just.....i do understand why someone could conceivably decide that this off-handed bitchy "he's gay btw" joke is not of dire importance for the sanctity of the story 😭 in the 'pros don't outweigh the cons' sort of way....

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[crescenthistory]

i don't think anyone knows how treacherous of a name ciara carina really is 😭 literally every language and/or accent pronounces both of my names differently AND most people are adamant that their pronunciation is the only correct one

[friendofcars]

exhibit a: adam's birthday, july 3

exhibit b: skepticism

exhibit c: etymology

exhibit d: the witnessing of divinity

exhibit e: martyr in red

(feast of st. thomas / the raven boys, the dream thieves, blue lily, lily blue, and greywaren by maggie stiefvater / thomas the apostle / st. thomas / liturgical colours)

[edgedchristian]

[justmenoworries]

"Oooo Adam has a right to hate Lucifer, Lucifer took Lilith and Eve away from him"

Adam was an abusive asshat to Lilith. Lilith chose to be with the one who actually respected her and didn't demand she be solely his submissive hanger-on.

"From the dust of Earth, [the angels] created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control, and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the Garden."

"Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love."

2. Lucifer didn't "take" Eve. He offered her the forbidden fruit and she accepted.

"Together, [Lilith and Lucifer] wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted."

We don't know what happened after aside from the fact that apparently because Eve took the fruit "evil" was let in to the world the angels created. Since humanity still, y'know, exists, we can gather that Eve stayed with Adam and they had kids like in the original myth.

3. It really says a lot that this wording denies Eve and Lilith any actual agency in what happened in favor of pushing all the blame and responsibility on Lucifer and making Adam out to be a poor uwu misunderstood baby. The misogyny is strong in this one.

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Source

[blizzardsuplex]

—are you rolling right now? I don't care what your schedule's like; come here...

Roderick Strong calls out Orange Cassidy from Twitter account @AEW, 01/12/2024

[Most of the group hyping him up was super cute LOL]

[taonpest]

Good morning to them and them only

[gwynbleiddyn]

helloooo I'm here for the oc kisses 💕 i would like to submit a nin and rion reunion kiss 👀 no theme/flavor in particular (i trust you completely tbh), and as a song i'll give you 'Once in a long long while' byt Low Roar, not one which represents nin best, but it's one that i really like and have been listening to a lot lately haha

<3333 PERFECT CHOICE NO NOTES, and i really enjoyed this song!! thank you my friend, i had so much fun with this one (read: fun for me, potentially horrifying for everyone else in the vicinity, the peacocks escaped WHAT CAN I SAY)

plus recommended listening for this one:

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time is a tide that disobeys; part 1

oc kiss week 2025 prompt fill ft. Nin Lavellan -- Rion encounters a brief reunion on the walls of Adamant in the wake of a cataclysmic siege that leaves more questions than answers.

Adamant. 

A crumbling reminder of the Wardens and their legacy, long besieged by demons and slowly being reclaimed by the desert that it once protected. Now, the Inquisition’s long reach has claimed it for itself, its iron hand indiscriminate as to who it smothers beneath its grasp. 

The Warden Commander reaches for a handhold in the stone as he ascends a final staircase from where the Fade spat him out. His hand, silverite-gloved and heavy, crushes fragile rock, but enough of it remains for him to pull his aching body past a missing chunk of a staircase, blown out by weaponry fired at his own command.

Somewhere below, Erimond waits in chains. As far as Rion can see, Wardens lie dead along every wall and every staircase, pointless sacrifices. Behind him in the gullet of the Fade, now closed, Hawke fights a battle they cannot win.

Nearly all of this is him. His voice. His word. His tactician’s guile, served up on a platter to the Inquisitor who could only pick from death or death. A part of him grieves that, in all of this, it isn’t ever life he can offer. 

He continues upwards, and Rion’s boot kicks aside rubble as he plants one foot in front of the other, the Fade rolling off of him in waves in his wake - a slow arrow through the rolling fog, otherwise impenetrable. His skin hums with a faint melody he cannot quite hear, but he knows it well. The Fade is not new to him. He has walked in it and around it for as long as he can recall, and its mercurial form is what gives the waking world its sound in Rion’s eyes.

Stone scrapes across his vision, white and stark. It is consumed by a bubble of black and grey, bulging and popping as flames break around him. There is no mighty roar of falling towers or heaving groan of a collapsing foundation here, no sound, just light, painting the slow decay of a lifetime.

He stares down at Adamant in ruin. No desert sandstorm could polish its stone to diamond now.

Both hands braced on the parapet wall, Rion lets a heavy sigh escape his chapped, dry lips. He’s parched, throat about as dry as the desert they’re in, and the adrenaline keeping his aches at bay is beginning to ebb dangerously. Sweat beads at his brow as nearby flames lick at his skin, and he can see them out of the corner of his eye - that black and grey on the edge of his vision, bubbling away, drawing closer. 

It is a different kind of fire that makes him lift his heavy head. Brighter. More vivid. White-gold, molten, as if someone had squeezed the sunlight like juice from a sweet orange and offered him a drink.

Warm, warm hands are at his face in an instant before Rion has a chance to greet Nindarhmen as he deserves. A kiss meets his cheek, then the other, then lips, and there are words spoken against him that he cannot hear, but he can feel the relief in them. 

“Nin,” Rion mumbles, reluctant to pull away, but eager to see him. He is granted a little space, enough to catch sun-gold eyes and the familiar framing of white vallaslin along his skin, patterns that Rion could recall even if all other senses were lost to him. 

“You didn’t return with the others,” Nin says, in gentle threads of orange. They’re easy for Rion to grasp and pluck from the air, easy to read, easy to know. He reads the silent question left within, and nods in acknowledgement. He’d slipped away when Thalon had his attention elsewhere on the field, a steady hand guiding the chaos spilling out of the tear in reality. Racing through the fortress after Erimond hadn’t left much time to take stock of whose blood soaked the ground, and Rion wanted to see it for himself. 

“I needed a moment,” Rion admits. He is armor-clad, both in person, and in spirit. Nin looks at him, brows raising gently with suspicion that he keeps to himself, and Rion only offers a thin and weary smile. “This isn’t the only Warden outpost I’ve watch go down in flames.”

“Ah,” Nin sighs gently, recognizing the shadow of Amaranthine in Rion’s words. 

“It’s fine, Nin. It’s– it’s fine. I just wanted to see…” See what? Rion isn’t sure. The cost of it all? To recognize some dead faces, to shore up his guilt in case it wasn’t enough already? He doesn’t really have an answer, and he find himself reaching for Nin’s hands still gently cradling his face. Even through gloves, he can feel Nin’s fire lingering beneath fingertips and he turns his face to kiss one palm, and then the other, where he seems to freeze in place as his eyes meet a dead, glassy stare of a Warden on the ground whose legacy will die with this fortress. 

Here, Rion’s breath shudders, and his armour is rent asunder. It is a vulnerable, awful place to stand, and he wishes he were anywhere else at all. 

The faintest hint of pressure at his jaw turns his gaze back on Nin, who then lowers his hands to clasp at Rion’s elbows instead, fixing him in place, stopping him from stumbling down a familiar and unforgiving path. 

“Vir dirthera, Rion,” Nin tells him, gentle and reassuring, but there is no room for argument either. “The past grows still and quiet no matter which way you leave it behind, and all it can do is shape your future. So we tell the tales, regardless of how they end.”

Fighting Nin’s wisdom would be a battle already lost for Rion. But he is used to fighting losing battles, is he not? He’s been in one from the start. 

“Every choice they had in life was taken from them and they died as traitors. Do we tell that story too?” 

Rion’s fingers twitch, restless and angry, but uncertain. Moments later, Nin’s hands find his own.

“Yes, we do. And the ones that will follow - we are not done yet.” Nin squeezes Rion’s hands. “Thalon has Erimond. I suspect his mind is already made in the matter of the magister’s fate, but I think he needs your heart in this decision too.”

“He doesn’t need… I…” Rion’s brow scrunches, eyes closing as he struggles to find the words. He takes a breath, steadying himself, using Nin’s presence as a tether, and tries again. “My heart’s just angry, Nin. Doesn’t have much room for anything else anymore.”

That’s a lie, and they both know it. Nin and Thalon both hold space there, comfortably, without question, in amongst the labyrinth of complexities Rion attempts to simplify into a single, hard, unbreakable line. 

Nin’s smile holds that knowledge safe. He will allow Rion his armour for the moment if it lets him walk out of Adamant in one piece.

“Then maybe anger has its place today. Come,” Nin nods over his shoulder, gesturing for Rion to follow as he begins to turn away. Rion keeps hold of one of his hands, however, and gently asks for him to pause a moment as he closes the distance and kisses him again, far too gently for a man who only has anger in his heart. 

“Thank you.”

Nin hums gently in appreciation, eyes searching for a reason in Rion’s face as he steps away, gesturing for Nin to lead the way once more. 

“For what?”

An impossible question to answer. 

Rion smiles back at him. 

[fostopia]

//Mark’s death + overall Mark angst

Hiiii guys sorry that the next part of asks is so late so here’s some doodles

I’ve been! Very interested in Mark angst as of recent! It’s based in Tethered bc that’s my favorite I’m normal I swear. Bro cannot see‼️

[bedforddanes75]

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